#nail polish 305

[m4g0rtz]

Today's polish is SO PRETTY. 😍😍😍 It's actually two polishes: a blue cream and a flakey topper. I love this blue cream. I have a decent collection of creams and every time I try one on I tell myself I need to wear a cream on its own. And then I immediately put a topper over it. 😂 This topper is gorgeous though. In the sun it looks like sparkly gems that are on fire. I can't get over it. I will be very sad to take it off today. The cream is Royal-tea Blue from Holo Taco and the topper is From Ashes We Rise from Rogue Lacquer.

[best-cosmetics123]

Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades 305, 319, 328

Are you on the lookout for the perfect nail color to complement your style and personality? Look no further than Medora Nail Color Maroon in the stunning maroon shades of 305, 319, and 328. These shades are versatile and can be used for various occasions, from everyday wear to special events. In this article, we will delve into the features and benefits of each shade and why you should consider adding them to your nail polish collection.

Introduction to Medora Nail Color

Medora Nail Color is a popular brand known for its high-quality nail polishes. With a wide range of shades to choose from, you can easily find a color that suits your style and mood. The brand prides itself on its long-lasting and chip-resistant formula, ensuring that your nails remain looking fresh and vibrant for days.

Maroon Shades: 305, 319, and 328

Shade 305

Medora Nail Color in shade 305 is a deep and rich maroon shade that exudes elegance and sophistication. This color is perfect for formal events or a night out on the town. The shade is highly pigmented, and one coat is enough to provide full coverage. However, for a more intense look, you can apply two coats. The formula is also quick-drying, so you don’t have to wait long to flaunt your new look.

Shade 319

Shade 319 is a warm and velvety maroon shade that’s perfect for everyday wear. This shade is versatile and complements various skin tones. It’s also highly pigmented, providing full coverage with just one coat. The formula is chip-resistant, ensuring your nails remain looking fresh and glossy for days.

Shade 328

Medora Nail Color in shade 328 is a deep and dark maroon shade that’s perfect for those who love bold and dramatic colors. This shade is highly pigmented, and one coat is enough to provide full coverage. The formula is also quick-drying, so you don’t have to wait long to show off your new look. The shade is perfect for special occasions or a night out with friends.

How to Use Medora Nail Color?

Using Medora Nail Color is easy and straightforward. Start by applying a base coat to your nails, which helps the nail polish adhere better and prevents staining. Next, apply two coats of your desired shade, allowing each coat to dry completely before applying the next. Finally, apply a topcoat to protect your nails and make your nail polish last longer. Also Check:

[immessingaround]

i can put together a list of stuff i like, stuff that i recognize as "cool" or "interesting". some of this stuff brings me joy. all of this stuff i am grateful for it existing. i want to be able to add and complete this list so i can look back on it and be reminded of what i have when i feel like i am nothing.

pete the cat

leonard cohen / songs of love and hate album

doing eye makeup (eyeshadow, liner, mascara)

garfield

polo shirts

jennifer Lawrence

ethel cain ptolemaea "stop" scream

also preachers daughter by ethel cain

chris pratt/jared leto hate hell yea

the cat emojis😸😹😺😻😼🐱😽😾😿🙀

saw iii angel trap

baggy black jeans

eyebrow slit

my old black lace up boots

ada wong microwave edits

ellipsis "dot dot dot" ...

people writing cuss words/weird things w lettering decor in stores (ex: 'kms' stockings at kohls)

7/11 by beyonce

gardettos

poetry i relate to

wham! last christmas pudding mix

considering broad and pointless philosophical questions (i.e. what is the meaning of life?)

christmas (ofc)

80s comedies (ferris bueller, better off dead, big, ...)

sad brokeback mountain edits

angel/religious imagery, iconography, references

alvin (and the chipmunks)

spelling "with/without" as "w" or "w/(o)"

trail mix

children of men last 40-45 mins specifically

tajin watermelon/peach rings

ikea model hand 🖕

pinterest

fuzzy socks

bti cg

ghostbusters

life is strange quotes "ready for the moshpit shakabrah" "holy shit are you cereal" "rachel in the dark room" "youre gonna DIE, motherfucker" "ik ur pumping drugs n shit to kids around here..." "i need to medicate" "shake that boney white ass" "no moshpit for you shakabrah"

classic movies

when u call me daddy (nvm she left lmao😭)

caramel coldbrew m&ms

(green) mechanical pencils

santa alter ego

mr x thomas the train mod in re2

weird/unique compliments

wearing jewelry

bolos or ties

my green skull necklace ilyyy

elektra from marvel (comics)

my handwriting idc if its messy

"can a loc come up in your crib?" scene from gta

"no i didnt kill him... but i did kidnap his wife!" scene from gta

pretending im a man

"i took her to my penthouse and i freaked it"

songs that begin like other songs but arent that song

12 am bathroom concerts

ppl who look unique

uno +4 cards

hawaiian shirts

(organized) clutter

bjork

keepin the streak (i mean chopping it up)

messing around in big stores

whole lotta red christmas ver.

baggy shorts (would totally still wear u)

we are the people by empire of the sun

mauve or plum UR MY FAV COLOR UGHH😩

a horse walked into a bar... i love that joke

updog "what's updog?" "not much. hby?"

we cry together clean ver.

being a lesbian so glad i dont like men

"walmart version of justin bieber"

grey spelled w an e

"culturally significant/pop culture moments i think about regularly/we dont talk about enough" videos

pretending im not living my own life

ornate things

going through old closet/junk

laying on the floor in front of my mirror w grouper or ethel cain playing (i want to get out of the house)

making spotify playlists after memes/tt audios

pajama pants

"LEAVE ME ALONE" "HES GONNA GET MEEE"

johnny cage (the international love edits from last year)

leon kennedy and those smooth operator edits

temp tattoos

roller skating

gorey/grotesque drawings

goretober

jar of flies by aic

pitbull mr worldwide mr 305

kevin gates ethical freak concert

jane from breaking bad

harris/chares my snake

painting my nails. all my beautiful nail polish ty😫

hash browns

mini beanie babies (the ones on my floor)

smores goldfish w the marshmallows even tho it got discontinued

eyeliner in my waterline

fake fruit in stores

deep red roses

george harrison

mix matched socks

coconut/lavender smells

coffee flavored things

soggy purple grapes

cashews

funky eyeshadow colors and palettes

my moms old lipstick colors (they are beautiful)

cherry flavored things

drawing on a mustache

turquoise and silver jewelry

samples in stores

physical touch (never get any😼)

purple hair dye (u made my life sm better)

gingerbread smells

my gta character

keyboard spam

smelling candles in stores ofc

carmex chapstick

immessingaround@myyahoo.com

gum / altoids (the pink ones)

silver jewelry/rings

last.fm

pineapple flavored things

mascara on bottom lashes

brownies

doawk

being a cowboy ig

no doubt

"your final challenge... let yo bih stroke yo bone"

"oh hell yea jigsaw you da goat!" audio

my celeb crushes

scooby doo characters

drawing crude cat drawings

catch me if you can

nacho from better call saul

chicken taquitos

aloe vera gel

i am mclovin☝️

these emoji combos: 🤠🔫, 🎅👍, 😹🫵

hoop earrings

commas, i literally abuse the comma key everytime i touch the damn keyboard

q tips

drawings ppl as drag queens (using artist's free will)

hair clips

xiuxiu

sky lights

fargo movie woodchipper scene

spotify obvi

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #305 (Part 1)

I am thoroughly exhausted!!! But I'm in amazing spirits!!!

My friends BB and N's wedding was today!! And I got lots and lots of pictures for you!! So many that I'm not gonna be able to fit them all in one entry in this space! So I'm gonna break today's letter into multiple parts!!

So... I did actually end up painting my toenails last night. C brought all kinds of pretty nail polish, and everyone else was doing it, so I wanted to be part of the group.

Well. There's one problem with that. The fact that there were so many means that I couldn't choose. And if you've been reading my letters up until this point, I'm sure you already understand very well what I did!

...

...That's right!!! I used ALL OF THEM!!!!!!! 🤩🤩🤩

...Now... you'll see that there's only 4. And that's okay because I opted not to paint the nail of my littlest toes. That's because there's almost no nail there, and I'm super clumsy, and it was gonna be covered by my shoe anyway. So I didn't bother!!!

The rest are very pretty, though! But I had to fix one of them; I almost never paint any of my nails for any reason, so I had absolutely no idea what the heck I was doing, haha! 🤣😅

...And that's okay. There are lots of ways to have one's soul installed into an XX-style body, and all of them are correct! Yes, even if one decides to transition to an XY-style body! That is also correct! Though I am a woman in the same way that a tomato is a fruit, it is still a correct way to be!

That's because there's more than one correct way to be a human! And isn't that liberating?

In any case, we got up bright and early (or rather... dark and early???) to get in a limousine:

...They're a little too fancy for me, haha... 😅But this is what BB wanted, and so I happily got in, along with C, Mg, BB, and BB's sister!

And inside, there were shifting rainbow lights! Check it out!

Mg is extremely lively!!! She decided that once she got to the venue, she was going to make a drink for herself in every color of the rainbow!!

...I would surely be in dire straits if I attempted any such thing, given that I get woozy just on half a glass of wine, haha! But, more power to her! The world takes all kinds of people, doesn't it?

We got to the place when the sun was starting to come up. I took some more pictures for you:

From there, I helped carry some things inside. Here's the limousine in the light:

...I think they're actually a little bit scary-looking. I'm not really sure why. I wonder if you've seen these or been in these before. I wonder if you feel the same.

We got to the place where the bride and the bridesmaids are supposed to go. They had snacks!!

...And also mimosas, I guess!

We spent a while talking amongst ourselves and watching things on YouTube until the hair dresser and makeup artist arrived! We were in a different section of the bridal suite for that:

...But it was gonna be a while before it was my turn to sit in the chairs with the ladies, so I wandered around and took more photos for ya:

...And that's my photo limit for this section of the letter. Darn!

But that's okay!!! I'll just write another section!!! It's easy!! It's always easy to write to you, and I don't want you to miss anything!!!

...You've already missed out on so many things, and... it's not fair. But I can show them to you! I'm gonna try to show you as many beautiful things as I can!!

So just sit tight, okay?? I'll be right back in just a little bit!!! I promise!!!

I love you!!! I'm gonna get started on the next section!!!!

Your friend, Lumine

[asjawick]

i got a natural pet-safe nail polish for my mum’s pittie~ though all of our dogs will likely have their nails painted once it comes in

[ateezmakemeweep]

lights out.

neighbor!yunho

word count: 7k

angst, fluff

you had three requirements when searching for your first apartment: a good location, an all pets allowed policy and access to the rooftop.

it seemed a little unusual, that you’d really find the perfect place, all the other check marks and lovely amenities secured, and just say no because you weren’t able to escape to the roof. 

but it was a place you always found solace in. 

cold nights overlooking the city or warm, spring days in the sun - and when you first moved in a few months ago, overjoyed to check out your new daily view, you saw one of your other neighbors also had an affinity for the rooftop. 

he was softly humming to himself as he looked out over the roof, his tall, broad figure covered in a yellow hoodie. just the profile of his face alone had your cheeks warming, faded light blue hair peeking out from under his hood.

a peaceful look covered his face, all the light in eyes and softness of his features making him look boyish and sweet. 

and then as if he sensed your presence, or more like your fascinated stare of admiration, he looked to you and his lips pulled into a bright smile. 

“hi.”

you bit down on your lip at the realization you got caught, a slight blush on your cheeks as you shot the handsome stranger a shy smile. 

“hi,” you said softly, your eyes moving from him to the view behind - all very picturesque and pretty, tall skyscrapers and a clear, blue summer sky. “i’m sorry if i interrupted you.”

“not at all,” he hummed, his arms crossed carelessly over the edge. 

an awkward silence hung in the air, unsure if you should stay grounded in your place or make a move closer to him; you chose the former, in case the handsome stranger was weirded out by your closeness - but he seemed to take it another way.

“are you scared?”

your eyebrows pulled together at the teasing smirk on his face, an interesting contrast to the slightest hint of concern in his eyes. 

“of what?” you ask in confusion, looking from the view to his cute, questioning face. “you?”

a smile crosses his face that has your heart jumping in your chest, the sun shining down on him and proving that he really is just as perfect as he seems even from afar. 

“i was thinking more the heights or the view but i guess the fact that you’re on the roof with a stranger could be scary too.”

an awkward chuckle leaves your mouth, not so much because of his comment but because you don’t know how you’ve managed to develop a crush on this man in less than 60 seconds. 

you hesitantly make your way over, your eyes shining with nerves and slight amusement. 

“actually, i’ll have you know, access to the rooftop was one of my three requirements for getting a place.”

“oh yeah?” he asks, a smile on his face as he turns his body toward you. “did you just move in?”

he’s pressed up against the concrete without a care in the world, eyes roaming your face and not once dipping toward your dress-covered body. 

“i did,” you smile, “about an hour ago.”

“no shit,” he smiles, the profanity leaving his mouth a stark contrast to the sweet smile on his face. he makes his way over to you, his large form towering over you making you swallow nervously - he’s far too handsome and big, two factors proving to be a major weakness for you.

“i’m yunho, apartment 304.”

“y/n,” you smile, the way it lights up your face making yunho’s heart jump in his chest - you’re even prettier looking this happy and excited. “apartment 305.”

you should’ve known then that the handsome man on the rooftop was gonna turn out to be the kindest neighbor you’ve ever had. 

he welcomed you into the building with open arms, invited you to a dinner party with his friends mingi, wooyoung and san who also lived on the same floor as you two. 

he was always quiet and considerate of the people around him, making sure his tv and music was low by the time 9:00 came around - and even when it wasn’t, you couldn’t help but mind because it was always sweet, soothing tones of comedic chatter or soft pop music. 

he always lended you extra butter or milk when you needed, the first time he saw you in your messy ponytail and pastel pink apron the time he realized he might have a little crush on you.

that the times he got excited seeing you down in the lobby or in the elevator were more than just his heart having random palpitations. 

the knock on his door that day was soft in a distinct pattern of two, opening up his embarrassingly messy apartment to see you standing there with flour in your hair and a sheepish smile on your face. 

“hi neighbor,” you smiled sweetly, your small hand with chipped nail polish waving to him. “do you have an extra egg you can spare?” 

“depends,” he smiles, leaning his head against the doorframe cooly. “what are you making with it?”

“pumpkin bread,” you inform him cheerfully, just about the only festive, fall food you’re able to make apart from sweet potato soup. 

“ooh that sounds good,” he smiles, his large hand ushering you inside. “come on in. excuse the mess.”

it was your first time stepping inside his apartment, messy and properly lived in but a nice, clean scent in the air - like laundry, home and men’s cologne. 

he had a large sectional to fit his crazy group of friends he told you about once in the hallway, a large tv perched on the wall and a small dining room table with rickety folding chairs.  

you could tell immediately that it was an apartment that was like a home rather than a house, the same type of warmth in it that shines through the man taller than his own refrigerator. 

“i wish i could say my apartment isn’t always this messy but that’d be a lie,” he says, one egg in hand as he makes his way over to you. he looks down at you with a smile, his eyes going back to the cute little apron adoring your body. 

“that’s okay, so is mine,” you say, far too guilty of skipping your sunday cleaning day for the past three weeks.

you can’t help the way your eyes trail over his soft brown ones, everything about him and his aura only making you develop a stronger crush on him. he just seemed like such a sweet and genuine person, always looking out for you and going out of his way to send you a smile. 

no one has ever made you feel so welcomed in a new place before nor have you ever seen someone with such a sweet, soft smile and kind eyes.

“so just one egg?” he finally asks, breaking the silence and the way your eyes roam over each other intensely. 

“i.. oh- yes! yes, thank you, just one,” you stutter out, taking the cold egg from his large hand. you never noticed how nice his hands were either, veiny and large with long fingers and clean nails. 

there doesn’t seem to be anything about this man that isn’t perfect, apart from maybe his disaster of an apartment. 

“i’ll be sure to bring you a piece of bread when i’m finished,” you say sweetly, the man smiling down at you teasingly causing your heart to jump.

“and if you burn down the complex?” 

a mock gasp leaves your mouth as you hit him lightly, his soft chuckle ringing through the air as he watches you turn to leave his apartment. 

“forget it then!” you squeal jokingly, knowing right when it’s done, you’ll be rushing over to make sure it’s still nice and warm for him.

his eyes linger on the bounce of your hair and your messily tied apron as you disappear into the hall, letting out a small sigh when he feels the remaining hints of butterflies in his stomach. 

“are you ever gonna tell her?” his best friend mingi asked, the two of them going down to san’s for thanksgiving dinner a few weeks later. “you’ve known her for three months now. that’s a reasonable amount of time to have a crush, she wouldn’t be weirded out.”

“i know but we haven’t really like... talked talked, you know,” the tall boy explains, a bowl of mashed potatoes in hand. “we have... neighborly chats in the hallway or in the elevator, sometimes even on the roof if we’re both there, but we really don’t know each other that way.”

“okay and that’s what a date is for, the fuck?” his younger friend spats, a small chuckle leaving his mouth; he wishes it really were that easy for him. 

“do you just wanna give her eggs and sugar for the rest of your life?”

the tall boy lets out a sigh as he looks at his friend, the dramatic, playful flair of his body causing him to bite back a smile.

“and it’s obvious she doesn’t have a boyfriend, you would’ve seen him coming and going by now,” mingi continues, their loud footsteps stomping further and further down the hall. “you really have nothing to lose.”

but he kind of has everything to lose. 

he likes being the friendly neighbor you can get eggs from or see on the rooftop. 

he likes being the person who’s made you comfortable here, helping as you adjust to a new, intimidating setting.

he likes being a friend to you, one that genuinely cares for you and doesn’t have any ulterior motives because he may or may not have feelings for you. 

“i don’t know, maybe one day,” yunho says, knocking on san’s apartment door with his free hand. “but today is not that day. today is not the day i confess my tiny, small, minuscule crush to-”

the door opening causes his words to halt, potatoes nearly slipping from his grasp when he sees your smiling face and the light brown sweater dress clinging to your body. 

“y/n,” he smiles, shocked but pleasantly surprised to see you here. “hi. i-i didn’t know you’d be here.”

san comes out from behind you less than a second later, throwing a friendly arm around your shoulder as he smiles at him connivingly - yunho knew he was gonna regret letting his little crush on you slip when he and san went out and got shit-faced at dinner together. 

“i heard she made delicious pumpkin bread so she had to make the cut,” san said, bumping your arm teasingly when you turn to narrow your eyes at him.

“oh? you heard i made good pumpkin bread?” you question, remembering the events from a few weeks ago very differently. “or you demanded to be let into my house for a bite after you smelt it through the walls?”

“eh, tomato, tomahto,” he says quickly, ushering in mingi and yunho who are holding in their loud, contagious chuckles. “come in, we’re fucking starving waiting for your slow asses.”

you catch yunho’s soft gaze moving to you, smiling at him sweetly and heart fluttering rapidly when he smiles back.

“hi, neighbor. surprised to see you here.”

“yeah,” you chuckle out awkwardly, not wanting the man to think you’re intruding on him and his friends after your short time knowing them. “i hope it’s okay. once san smelt the bread and heard i wasn’t doing anything for the holidays, he kind of, basically, insisted that i-”

“oh, no, no, i’m... i’m happy you’re here,” he says, his words rushed out and awkward but full of sincerity. “i’m really happy to see you here.”

your heart jumps at the sentiment, a soft blush on your cheeks that you’re somehow ignorant to on his face as well. you bite down on your lip to control your smile, giving him a small nod before offering to take the potatoes from his hands. 

when you turn to bring the bowl over to the dining room table, your back to the two giant boys watching your retreating form, you miss the way yunho’s blush becomes darker. 

you miss mingi elbowing his friend obnoxiously and mimicking his cute, flustered “i- i’m really happy to see you,” resulting in yunho elbowing his friend back roughly.

he’s able (aka cuts off, both, wooyoung and san) to secure a seat next to you at dinner a few moments later.

he tries to ignore the way your elbows bump all night, the two of you awkwardly giggling and apologizing with soft smiles before finally allowing your arms to just... touch. 

remain close to one another and find comfort in the way your skin is warm and soft on each other.

he tries to ignore the way your fingers graze as you wash the dishes and he dries them later that night, what feels like electric sparks shooting through your skin every time you touch.

“that was really good,” you tell yunho softly, your eyes observing the boys throwing left over remnants of food at each other or picking through the netflix movie selection. “you guys are good cooks.”

“like your bread wasn’t demolished in three minutes,” yunho huffs, pride and assurance in his tone that causes you to smile sheepishly; there’s a few beats of silence, embarrassed by the compliment, before he begins to speak again.

“our first thanksgiving together was also the first away from our families,” he shares quietly, ignoring the way his heart jumps as he takes a plate from you. “we didn’t know what the hell we were doing and completely fucked up the turkey.”

you let out a giggle as he recalls the disaster that was thanksgiving day two years ago, airing out the smokey apartment and waiting for their thanksgiving feat of chinese food. 

“well you guys definitely redeemed yourself, it was all very good,” you compliment proudly, a pretty smile stretched across your face. “one of my best thanksgivings.”  

“did your family not celebrate?” he asks absentmindedly, watching the way your face falls for a split second before masked by a small smile. 

“not really,” is all you share, both of you quickly pulled away by wooyoung’s incessant demands to “hurry up so we can bust out the second desserts.”

you both try to ignore the slight tension in the air as you walk back to your apartments that night, arms bumping and soft giggles echoing through the walls. 

it feels as if the night shouldn’t end yet, like you guys have been talking in this hallway for hours upon hours because neither of you wanna go inside and separate yet. 

a couple of nosy onlookers can’t help but observe the scene, your back pressed against the wall as you talk animatedly about your journey for a pet.

“i wanted a cat but i also want a dog,” you tell him, the light in your eyes as you talk about the possibility of orange tabby cats and golden retrievers. “maybe i’ll get both one day.”

yunho’s smiling down at you with such a fond softness in his eyes, like he’s hanging onto each and every word you say no matter how small or casual.

“they’ll be dating by next,” san says, bumping his arm into mingi playfully. 

“nah,” the taller boy says, knowing that while his friend definitely likes you, he’s slower and shyer when it comes to romantic feelings. “give it two months. and that’s if we’re lucky.”

you never considered yourself to be a lucky person, although luck seemed to be on your side when you found this apartment complex in the first place, so you can’t say you’ve been cursed with terrible luck. 

but it’s certainly how you feeling right now, in the dead of a january snowstorm and one of the only apartments in the complex with absolutely no power.

“it could be a problem with your breaker in particular,” the maintenance man said over the phone, “someone could come look at it tomorrow.”

but no power meant no heat despite the negative temperatures outside, all of your freshly cooked food rotting spoiled and no means of communicating with your cell phone currently on 1%. 

“tomorrow?” you squeak, understanding the horrific conditions outside are making their job difficult but also not wanting to freeze to death. “would it be possible if someone could come-”

your phone light shines on your face before it promptly fades to black and dies, the only source of illumination in your dark apartment now gone as well. 

you let out a sigh as you resist the urge to scream, attempting to move around your apartment without impaling your body parts.

you’re able to light the three wick candle on your table with little to no problems, collecting all the blankets and fuzzy socks you can find and placing them on your couch.

you have a long, cold night ahead of you with nothing to do but an attempt at rereading some old books and forcing yourself to sleep. 

but it’s then, right before you sit down, that you remember all of the food in your fridge. 

you used every last bit of your ingredients for this week’s meal prep, knowing that if you it goes bad, you’re not gonna have that much around the house until next week’s trip to the grocery store. 

you guess that’s on you, though, foolishly forgetting to not go to the food store before a massive winter storm.

you notice a faint stream of light coming from under your front door on your journey to the kitchen, lips pursing to the side before you open it up with a squeak. 

you peek over at yunho’s door besides yours to see light coming from underneath his - so he didn’t lose power it seems, the lucky bastard. 

it takes you just as long to convince yourself to go over and ask if you can store the food in his fridge as it does to pack it all up into two containers, not wanting to inconvenience yunho and his storage any further than you are by asking. 

you reluctantly knock on his door with the two containers in hand, forgetting you already have on about three layers due to your freezing apartment. 

a smile immediately lights up his face when he sees you standing outside his door, small and cute and bundled up like you’re ready to brave the snow storm outside. 

“hi, y/n,” he smiles, noticing the two containers of food in your hand. 

“hi, yunho i’m sorry for bothering you,” you begin apologetically, a slight grimace on your face as you prepare yourself to ask him for a favor.

“i lost power for the night and just meal prepped the rest of my food for the week yesterday so would you be able to keep this in your fridge for me?” you get out quickly, for some reason feeling panicked and grimy. 

“someone’s gonna come fix it tomorrow but when i tried to ask someone to come tonight, my phone died and now i just don’t want this to go to waste because i stupidly forgot to-”

“hey, hey, relax,” yunho says calmingly, his voice all kinds of sweet and soft as he takes the food from your hands immediately. “of course, y/n, no problem.”

you smile at him gratefully, slightly embarrassed by the desperation in your tone.

“thank you, i promise i’ll be back tomorrow to pick it up. i just don’t want everything rotting overnight.” 

the wind howling outside causes both your eyes to widen, a sinking suspicion coming over him after he hears the horribly stormy conditions outside.

“wait... does that mean you have no heat?”

“no, i found a lot of blankets and fuzzy socks though,” you chuckle out humorlessly, gesturing down to your ridiculously layered outfit and purple socks. “also found some candles so as long as my food is taken care of, i don’t think it’ll be that-”

“stay with me, are you crazy,” he says, his eyes looking at you in disbelief. “you can’t sit there in the dark and freezing cold all night!”

“it’s okay, yunho, really,” you quickly insist, about ready to take off and into your apartment because you know how overwhelmingly nice your neighbor is. “i just didn’t want my food for the week to go to-”

“y/n, please,” he begs, the soft, sympathetic look in his eyes tugging at your heart. “it’s too cold tonight. even with blankets, you’ll be freezing. and your phone died, that’s dangerous.”

a small, touched smile covers your face, heart warming at how kind and thoughtful this man is - how could you not have the biggest crush on him still? 

you thought after a few weeks that you’d be over it but he just makes it harder and harder the more you get to know him. 

“i don’t wanna intrude,” you weakly protest, the heat coming from his apartment far too tempting right now.

“you’re not, i’m inviting you,” he says, dragging you in by the sleeve of your sweater and leave no room for protest. 

he places the food back in your hold before his large hand rests on the open front door, peeking his head into the hallway to see your door still open.

you watch as he walks into the hallway before quickly reappearing a few seconds later, the sound of your apartment door closing echoing through the hallway. 

“don’t worry,” he hums, smiling at you as he walks back into his apartment and closes the door. “i blew out your candle.”

you let out a soft, amused giggle as you look at the boy, his sweet smile mirroring yours as he takes back the food and walks toward the fridge. 

“got any 4s?”

“go fish.”

“got any 7s?”

“go fish.”

“got any aces?”

“go fish.”

“okay, one of us has to be lying!” you squeal from the other side of the coffee table, yunho throwing his head back in laughter at your competitive, feisty side.

he couldn’t help but smile at the way your eyes lit up when you saw the pack of cards on his table, leftover from poker night with the san, mingi and wooyoung that rid him of his last $50. 

his smile only grew wider when you told him the one family tradition you had, at least before the age of ten, was to play go fish - especially on nights when the electricity was turned off, although you left that part out. 

in all your experience of playing go fish, however, you’d never seen a game go on for this long. 

“i’m not, i swear!” 

“so you’re telling me the one four i need is in that deck?” you ask, not even realizing you outed yourself until he throws you a wide-eyed, playful look. there’s a silent stare-off, able to hear a pin drop in his apartment. 

your eyes are  roaming each other carefully before down to the deck in complete ignorance of who’s turn it is to go. 

you let out a squeal when chaos erupts afterward, the two of you frantically grabbing at the cards. you make a mess over the table as everything goes flying off, a melodic giggle leaving your mouth nearly causing him to stop his futile attempts at grabbing the next card.

it should be considered unsportsmanlike, really, for you to unknowingly use your cute giggle and wide, happy eyes against him. 

you just get even happier when you grab at the desired card, flipping it over and letting out a squeal when you’re lucky enough to flip over the last remaining four in the deck.

“i got it!” you squeal happily, yunho at a terrible loss as he sees all your matches lined up in front of you. he can’t even be sad about it though, accepting defeat as he throws down his cards. 

“that was probably the longest game of go fish ever,” he says, stretching out his long arms; you guys had played several rounds but that one had to have lasted over forty five minutes.

probably because you two kept getting distracted, babbling about stories of friends and family or the real pet fish yunho won at a fair that lived for three and a half years. 

“i know right,” you giggle, picking up the cards from the floor as you start to tidy up his house. you ignore his pleas to leave it alone and let him clean up instead, your head shaking as you continue to clean the mess you helped make.

you hand him the deck a card a few moments later, your fingers grazing as he takes them from his hand. 

“thanks,” he smiles at you, his eyes roaming your slightly flushed face. 

he’s never had you in his apartment for longer than ten minutes, never had you so close to him with your bright smile and cute giggle. it’s proving to be very trying for him already, trying to keep you entertained and himself distracted so he doesn’t do something, or say something, he regrets. 

a silence hangs in the air as you look up at from your spot on the couch, about to make a comment about something, anything, when your stomach decides to do it for you in the form of a growl.

it’s embarrassing and makes an awkward giggle leave your mouth, a handsome smirk crossing his face as his eyebrow quirks up playfully.

“hungry?”

“just for a snack,” you mumble shyly, in disbelief you’re still hungry after your left over pizza. “i ate about four slices of pizza before.”

he lets out a low chuckle as he rises to his feet, sock-covered feet padding over to see kitchen where he holds up a big tub of chocolate chip cookie dough. 

“wanna make cookies? i was prepared for the storm tonight, unlike some of us.”

you’re so excited at the prospect of making cookies that you ignore his snide, teasing comment, letting out a happy gasp as you rush over to him. 

the two of you stand side-by-side as you prep the oven and cookies, rolling the cold dough between your hands. he makes the cookies a lot bigger than yours, an obvious difference in who made which ones on the baking sheet.

“they kind of look like us,” he remarks playfully, a loud giggle leaving your mouth as you poke his arm.

you two linger in the kitchen once the cookies are in the oven, sharing shy smiles and softly spoken words with the scent of chocolate and warmth in the air. 

you thank him again for allowing you to stay in his warm house for the night, grateful for his ample food and running refrigerator. 

“it’s kind of crazy since we’re literal neighbors,” you speak aloud, your hip leant against the cabinets. “i didn’t even know that could happen.”

“i know, right,” he chuckles, his smile and eyes getting softer as he looks down at you. “but i’m happy you decided to stay. i wouldn’t want you there alone in the dark and cold.”

and perhaps that’s the bare minimum. that someone wouldn’t want their neighbor, someone considered an acquaintance or even a friend, to be without heat or food in a snowstorm. 

but to you, it’s something you’ve never had before. 

you’d spent far too many nights cold and hungry where nobody cared if that was the case. it’s why you so often escaped to the rooftop, away from the loud voices and looming presences that made living there just a little too difficult.  

it’s why you blurt out, “why?” not meaning to sound as brash and sudden as you do but it’s just something that gets to you sometimes. how kind and thoughtful and genuinely good jeong yunho is.

his eyebrows pull together but he’s still wearing a soft smile, his body inching just a little bit closer to you.

“what do you mean why?” he questions, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy. “why didn’t i let you freeze to death?”

he tries to keep his tone light and teasing but feels like it falls flat when you give him a sad smile. he thinks it would’ve fooled anyone else, a person who basically hadn’t fallen in love with your smile in five months, but it doesn’t fool him. 

he doesn’t know what or why something is bothering you, how your mood seemed to change after his reassurance, but he just wants to make sure, above all, that you’re okay and comfortable. 

he doesn’t realize how close his body is to yours until you’re looking up at him, your head just meeting the top of his chest in a way that makes him wanna protect you even more. 

his eyes roam every part of your face, wondering just how warm your skin is or if your hair is as soft as it looks. 

this would probably be the perfect time to confess his feelings to you. 

to tell you that he wanted you over tonight because he likes you. that he’s really, really come to like you over these past few months of getting to know you and he wants to know you more.

he wants to take you on a date and show you off to the world and maybe one day, if things go well, introduce you as his neighbor turned girlfriend.

he wants to make sure you’re never cold or alone in your apartment again, that you know you could always come to him for anything whether it be reassurance or an egg for pumpkin bread. 

but instead, he gives a slightly less intense, cheesy version. for now.

“you’re my favorite neighbor,” he begins quietly, not quite the confession he wants to make right now but the one he settles on. there’s an aroma of cookies and heat around you as you stare up at him, eyes so wide and curious, he has to swallow down a second rushed out, bumbling confession. 

“i didn’t want anything happening to you, especially when i’m right here to make sure you’re safe.”

safety is always what you craved. safety and security and warmth, even if just for a fleeting moment. 

and your fleeting moment proved to be tonight. 

the ding of the oven as you both got the cookies out silently, pulled from a moment you both felt forming but was quickly pulled away from. you ate the gooey chocolate with quiet hums of “mmms,” and “ahhs,” softly padding your way over to his couch when he suggested watching a movie. 

he sat on one end and you sat on the other, before your bodies eventually inched closer and closer to share a light blue throw blanket in the middle of the movie. 

“this is really nice,” you comment as you touched the fabric, observing the intricate stitching on the soft blanket. 

“yeah? my mom made it for me actually,” he tells you, watching closely as you play with the blanket between your fingers. he wants to reach out and just hold your hand, feel your smaller one in his and see just how much they fit. 

“when i first moved out, she was slightly distraught,” he chuckles out, remembering the dramatics that were his mom’s tears and demands to visit once a week. “i was the first one to move out and she didn’t know what to make of it. i swear she brought me over food every day for the first six months.”

your heart feels heavy as you hear him talk, not only because of the fond moments between parent and child but because of the love in his eyes as he talks about it. 

how, even though he’s complaining about it, it’s obvious there’s a love and affection there that you, yourself, could never understand or reciprocate in your own life. 

“that’s really sweet,” you comment, his gaze catching that sad smile once again.

it causes his heart to drop, a slight sinking feeling in his stomach as he tries to understand what made you that way. are you uncomfortable here with him, just a few inches away from each other under the shared blanket?

or is it something more, the topic of conversation regarding parents and living alone and all things deeper and more personal. 

“me and my parents were never really closed,” you find yourself saying. 

you don’t even mean to blurt out the words but it’s like one second it’s silent and then the next, it’s not. 

the next you’re telling him about how you couldn’t wait to get out. how fighting and loneliness and the cold was a big part of your life growing up, how you got so used to it, it’s taken you a while to adjust to a normal life.

you’re still trying to adjust to a normal life, honestly. 

“i don’t know why i just told you all of that,” you confess awkwardly, the blush on your cheeks causing his heart to soar in chest - he likes you, he really really likes you and now he won’t ever be able to let go of these feelings. 

“but... i just wanna thank you,” you tell him, embarrassed that you somehow managed to make the conversation and vibe like this. “you and san and wooyoung and mingi made the adjustment a lot easier for me. but you, especially.”

“oh? with all my eggs and sugar?”

you let out a soft giggle as some of your anxiety eases, your eyes flicking toward his to see, despite his teasing, his eyes are 100% serious and locked on you. 

“yes, definitely that,” you smile, biting down on your lip as you look back down on the blanket. 

“but amongst other things too. it was funny meeting you on the rooftop, actually, because that’s always where i felt most comfortable. i’d always escape there but i’d be alone. it was nice... it’s been nice having someone, i guess.”

it feels like you could just about die from embarrassment, oversharing with the most handsome man you’ve developed a massive crush on about your tragic tales of a broken home and pretentious love for the roof. 

but then he inches just a bit closer to you, placing his hand atop yours on his mother’s soft blanket, and just smiles at you. everything about him warm and soft and sweet, making you feel the safest and coziest you’ve ever felt in your life. 

“if you’ll keep allowing me up there, i promise i’ll come every time,” he promises softly, the pounding in your chest and butterflies in your stomach overwhelming you to the severest degree.

your cheeks are burning and you’re positive he can feel the frantic beating in your chest but you try to keep it together. smile at him with a a breathy little giggle, tell him that while you love that he’s asking, you have no control over who does and doesn’t go on the roof. 

he lets out a soft chuckle as he pinches your arm gently, the hand on your arm slowly falling down until your fingers are just grazing. 

closer and closer and closer until they’re locked around one another, both of you eternally grateful for the lights being off because of the burning on your cheeks.

he wakes up around 2 a.m. to the bright tv blasting, a heavy ache in his bladder and your head on his shoulder. 

it takes him a moment to remember where he is and what’s going on around him, the events of the night quickly swarming back when he peeks down at your sleeping face.

you look so peaceful and at ease in your sleep, eyelashes brushing against your cheeks and your lips pressed into a firm line. 

he wanted to kiss you for half the night, every time you giggled or moved closer to him or asked him a question about the movie getting distracted by your lips or pink cheeks.

he felt an immense amount of happiness at the fact you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him, that you were still here beside him and so comfortably sleeping against him. 

told him things about your life and family that make him wanna be there for you even more now.

he doesn’t wanna move, he doesn’t think even the snowstorm crashing through his apartment could get him to tear himself away from you, but the embarrassment of pissing his pants right beside you on this couch outweighs everything.

his eyes roam your pretty, peaceful face on more time, moving a stray piece of hair with his long fingers and watching as you stir. press yourself further into his hand and let out the quietest of groans, he has to stop himself from proclaiming his undying love for you on the spot. 

it only gets worse when he remembers he gave you his clothes to wear. noticing just before the movie ended, you were picking at your leggings that stuck to your skin uncomfortably. 

“do you want a change of clothes?” he had asked, noticing your discomfort and only wanting a little bit to see how much his shirts engulfed you. “i have sweatpants and a clean t-shirt sitting in my dryer right now.”

you took up his offer for two reasons: your leggings were sticking to your ass and there was nothing you wanted more than to wear this man’s clothes. feel the soft material on your skin and have his manly, teakwood scent surround your very being.

but right now, as he stares down at you and attempts to keep you as comfortable as possible, it feels as if this might’ve been too much for him. 

seeing you wrapped up in his clothes and on his couch so comfortably, moving your smaller body so you’re laid out on the cushions and resting your head on the pillow.

your eyes pop open, confused and in a daze, as you look around at the unfamiliar surroundings and sound of movement. you smile softly when you see yunho’s sleepy, pink face at face-level with you, his large body knelt down beside you on the couch.

“sorry for waking you,” he whispered into the dark, the tv and snow reflecting outside the only source of light. “i had to pee and wanted to make you comfortable.”

“it’s okay, thank you,” you mumble, stretching out your arms when you realize the sleeves are well past your hands. “forgot i changed into your clothes.”

“yeah,” he chuckles lightly, not being able to help the way his eyes roam over you. 

even sleepy in the dark and the daze that you’re in, you’re able to see the slightest bit of hunger in his eyes. the way they trail over your body slowly and surely, taking in the way his shirt engulfs your figure and looks against your skin. 

how if you stood up, he’d see the way the pants are baggy and making your smaller figure looking even more short and petite and cute.

it makes your stomach flip and swoop uncontrollably, your own eyes staring at his lips and picturing what they’d feel like on yours. 

“i hope that’s okay. they’re a little big on you.”

you let out a soft, quiet giggle, adjusting your head on the pillow so you’re staring up at him even closer. 

“it’s okay,” you assure, tongue peeking out to lick at your dry, hopefully not crusty lips. “i like it. i like them.”

it takes everything in him not to let out some sort of growl, throw all of his sweet and nice boy caution to the wind and confess to you how much he likes them too. 

how much he likes seeing you in them and how much more (or less) he wants to see you in them. 

but because the time isn’t right, because he knows for sure the time isn’t right and he wants something a lot more pure and honest with you, he doesn’t say anything. 

he wishes you a goodnight after a nearly ten-minute bickering fest back and forth, yunho offering you his bed three times before you eventually flipped over and put your back to him.

he let out a deep chuckle as he ran his hand through your hair instinctively, smoothing out the parts that stuck up in your sleep, before bidding you one final goodnight. 

it was around 10:00 when he woke to the smell of bacon, eggs and pumpkin bread. walking out of his bedroom to see you there still clad in his clothes and your hair in a messy bun. 

you jumped when you noticed his presence perched against the doorframe, a wide smile on his face when you let out the softest but harshest of curses. 

“what’s all this?” 

“i made you breakfast. and your very own loaf of pumpkin bread.”

a soft smile covers his face when instead of looking over the food that looks and smells delicious, he looks at you. standing there smiley and sweet, in clothes that morph your body and make you smell like him. 

he feels grateful for the extra bit of counter space he has when he places a hand on your waist, lifting you off your feet with ease and plopping you right down on the granite. 

your eyes are wide and your heart is racing but you’re staring right at him, happiness and excitement swelling in your chest when you catch the look in his eyes - you thought you made it up last night in a dream-like daze but you’re still seeing it right now.

a certain kind of softness mixed with desire and fondness, the way his eyes take in every part of your face before finally landing on your lips. the very same way you dreamed of him last night, with his lips against yours and a sweet smile on his face.

“thank you, neighbor,” he mumbles with a smile, voice low and deep and making your stomach swoop dangerously. “did i mention you were my favorite?”

“you might’ve,” you respond breathlessly, all too aware of the way he’s leaning in closer and closer until you’re pushed flush against the cabinets. 

his large body is covering yours but he doesn’t make any moves until you do, your bodies naturally drifting closer and closer together until, finally, you’re the one to do it.

press your lips against his so so hesitantly, scared and unfamiliar about making the first move but wanting him to know you wanted to kiss him - you needed to kiss him, or you would’ve gone crazy.

he smiles against your lips as he deepens the kiss, keeping you perched right on the counter as his hands rest on the sides of your legs. he doesn’t make any moves to touch you further or deepen the kiss, allowing it to be sweet and soft and as chaste as could be. 

you both pull back and stare at each other with soft smiles and pink cheeks, silence lingering between the both of you before you let out soft chuckles at the same time.

“do you kiss all your neighbors?” you finally ask, fighting the smirk threatening to make it’s way on your face. “or just your favorite ones?”

“just one,” he says, tapping the tip of your nose gently and feeling his heart jump when you smile widely at him. “just you.”

it’s 2:00 on the snowy rooftop and bright summer sun when you hear the heavy metal door squeak open, turning around to see your handsome, smiley neighbor coming toward you with two mugs of hot chocolate in hand. 

you take it from him with a soft “thank you,” pressing up on your toes to peck a sweet, soft kiss to his cheek. 

it was only fitting that you had your first date where you two first met, shy smiles and nervous jitters turned soft pecks and loud giggles as you got to know the sweet, handsome neighbor you just knew you were gonna fall for.  

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THE ART OF GOLF LE FLEUR BY TYLER, THE CREATOR

The eccentric style of Tyler, The Creator is heavenly recognizable by his fans and fashion lovers and in Golf Le Fleur’s latest collection it is not farfethced. In Golf Le Fleur’s latest collection is a range of soft pastels ranging from soft blues and soft hues of orange. It is worth noting that Golf Le Fleur stands apart from the streetwear inflicted brand, Golf Wang, which debuted in 2013. Instead, Golf Le Fleur integrates high end clothing, handmade in Italy, From mohair sweaters ($500), travel trunks ($2,095), and loafers ($305). Everything is high end and of quality, which Tyler, The Creator has talked about in many instances when it comes to his own personal style. With his love of Cartier watches, Rolls Royces, luxury trunks, floral scented fragrances, cardigans, and pleated pants, Tyler The Creator’s style and artistic designs are recognizable throughout the newest Golf Le Fleur collection. 

(Golf Le Fleur Products)

Tyler’s signature pastel centered palette is seen throughout many of Golf Le Fleur’s showcased products and packaging. Golf Le Fluer has a range of products already listed on the site, from its first fragrance, French Waltz, a “rose- musk made for everyone”, ranging from $40 for 10ml and $200 for 100ml.. Adding to that a nail polish collection which includes a soft pastel blue “Geneva Blue'', a soft orange, “Georgia Peach'',and a clear polish named “Glitter” , $20 each. The newest collection also includes sunglasses ($250), moleskine notebooks ($45), silk scarves ($125), and a printed catalog, which introduces the wide range of ideas that is Tyler, The Creator’s Golf Le Fleur. With the exquisite  designs of apparel and accessories Tyler has also designed a pop up shop, which resembles the Flintstones home tucked away in the Malibu hills. The shop houses the entire collection, but many of the high end luxury products can also be purchased via the Golf Le Fleur website.

“You know, the target consumer isn’t my fans or my previous customers. It’s for whoever’s going to like it…I don’t expect people who liked my previous stuff to like it and get it and want it. This is its own thing. And I’m super hyped on it, just f–king in love with it. I’m so excited…I want people to live in these clothes. Scratch it up, get a hole in it. Live in these pieces.”

— Tyler, The Creator (WWD Magazine)

If Golf Wang was the official introduction to fashion, then Golf Le Fleur in  comparison has skyrocketed beyond skate and streetwear culture. The boy that used to wear skinny jeans and a Supreme hoodie has now transcended into a new wave of high end American prep. When it comes to the present day Tyler, The Creator has become a notable force in the fashion world, breaking subvert norms while looking stylish and smelling good.

I can't wait for what Tyler, The Creator has instore for Golf Le Fleur, and until then I will be dozing off in the garden, soaking up the sun.

(Dec. 20, 2021)

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Nails By Lianny

Nails By Lianny Nails are a specialized sort of skin, they ensure our sensitive fingers and toes are protected. We use our hands for all intents and purposes and nails probably for small things, scratching, and lots of other things. But while handling nails, hands, and toes we don’t give them the suitable consideration they have. Unhygienic nails can be one of the main ways by which diseases spreading viruses and bacteria can go into our system. Nails By Lianny is one among the stepping nail care salons near you, offering aesthetic treatments to groom your fingernails and toenails. A fantastic manicure-pedicure treatment has many benefits for nails like enhancing blood circulation, improving the health of nails, cleaning fungal infections, de-stressing, and keeping your feet and hand smooth. This way nail care may be a vital thing to take care of a healthy body. As we take care of our body we should take care of our nails. They are one of the vital parts of our body and need extra care. Differing types of nail enamel are available with the dealer of various colors. All of them are shiny and appear lustrous. These nail polishes are applied for lacquer shades. They want to promote long-lasting manicures. They ought to follow these steps to use the nail enamel. Some nail polishes are long-lasting, and they are shiny for quite 5 days. Many people think that taking care of nails is a very easy job but there are things that they don’t know but experts have knowledge about. You have to consider many things while doing manicure and pedicure. Besides, doing nailpolish may seem like a child's job but it’s not the truth. You may do nails services by yourself but it will never be as near as the experts. They not only use the best product that is suitable for your skin but also will make them look gorgeous and perfect. That’s the reason we have the best experts that can deliver you the best possible services. We have nailpolish of every popular brand and you can find every possible shade in our saloon. We only use nail polishes which are free from harmful chemicals that can damage your skin. We provide you the best nails services at the best possible price. If you need any help related to nails services and want to book our services please call us at +1 305-498-7683. You can also meet us in person our address is 10300 SW 72nd St #440, Miami, FL 33173, United States. Nails service Our Social Pages: facebook instagram

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Lemonade with a view 

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       𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 … 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 !  welcome back to gallagher academy  ,   chantal royer  -  you’re sure a dead ringer for giorgia whigham,  arentcha?   here’s the keys to room 305,  please read your  𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑎𝑔𝑒  that’s been placed on your dormitory bed and prepare for the start of the school year by sending in your account within the next  24 HOURS  .

⌠ GIORGIA WHIGHAM, 21, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, CHANTAL ROYER! according to their records, they’re a SECOND year, specializing in ADVANCED ENCRYPTION; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (chipped nail polish and a sucker stuck between teeth, waves that can never seem to be contained, the click of keys on a laptop, the feeling you get when you step too close to a fire). when it’s the (aries)’s birthday on 03/30/1999, they always request their LOBSTER BISQUE from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ amanda, 22, she/her, est ⍀    

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Halloween Nail Art 🎃

Love this little number... the pumpkins 🎃, the Game of Thrones inspired wolf 🐺,the little church ⛪. ... so fun!

Ok, for this Halloween look, I have used the following plates MoYou London Typography, Bundle Monster 224 and 305. My favourite glitter polish: Orly Right Amount of Evil, China Glaze Accent Piece and Sally Hansen Co-Bolt Blue. And, as usual, my CJS Big Bling Stamper.

Hope you like it.

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Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades 336, 345, 370

When it comes to enhancing your beauty, every detail counts. One of the ways you can add to your beauty is by having well-manicured Medora Nail Color Maroon 2. Your nails can make a huge impact on your overall appearance, and that’s where nail polish comes in. Nail polish is one of the most popular cosmetics in the world, and it’s easy to see why. Not only does it make your nails look amazing, but it can also express your mood and personality. In this article, we’ll be talking about the Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades 336, 345, 370, and how they have become popular in Pakistan.

Overview of Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades 336, 345, 370

Medora is a renowned Pakistani brand that offers a wide range of cosmetics, including nail polish. Among their many nail polish shades, the Maroon Shades 336, 345, and 370 have become quite popular in Pakistan. These shades are perfect for those who want to add a touch of sophistication to their nails. The Maroon Shade 336 is a deep, rich maroon that is perfect for a night out. Shade 345 is a subtle maroon that is perfect for everyday wear, while Shade 370 is a bold and daring maroon that is perfect for those who want to make a statement.

Why Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades are Popular in Pakistan?

There are several reasons why the Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades have become popular in Pakistan. One of the main reasons is the quality of the polish. Medora nail polishes are known for being long-lasting and chip-resistant. This means that you can wear them for days without worrying about chipping or fading. Another reason why these shades are popular is their affordability. Medora nail polishes are reasonably priced, making them accessible to everyone. Additionally, these shades are perfect for Pakistani skin tones, which makes them a go-to choice for many.

How to Apply Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades?

Applying Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades is easy and straightforward. Here’s a step-by-step guide:

Start by cleaning your nails and removing any old nail polish.

Apply a base coat to protect your nails from staining and help the polish adhere better.

Apply one or two coats of Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades, depending on the opacity you desire.

Wait for the polish to dry completely before applying a top coat to add shine and protect your manicure.

Where to Buy Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades in Pakistan?

Medora Nail Color Maroon Shades 336, 345, and 370 are available in most cosmetic stores in Pakistan. You can also find them online on various e-commerce platforms such as Daraz.pk, Just4Girls.pk, and others. It’s important to make sure that you’re purchasing from a reputable seller to ensure that you’re getting an authentic product. Also Check:

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1/2 post punisher s1 prompt: frank is at a bar after a long day of work and when a pretty woman starts flirting with him, he just respectfully answers all of her questions and then she asks him something like: "are you taken or not into me at all? " and he surprises himself with how fast he replies with a "taken" and with how fast he had a gorgeous blue eyed blonde in his mind,

2/2 and just like that he realizes he’s so fucked up because he’s in love with freaking karen page and how he just realized it on a bar when a woman was flirting with him instead of all the times he risked his life for her.

@frank-castle-loves-karen-page I hope I did this justice!!! Thank you for such an awesome prompt!! As always, thank you Bree ( @frankcastlestanktop for being my amazing and patient beta reader xo)

Frank knows, deep down, that women find him attractive. He doesn’t particularly know why they do, with his big ears and crooked nose, but they do. He’s no stranger to flirting waitresses and furtive glances in the grocery store. Even with his practiced beanie-hoodie combo, women seem to gravitate towards him. It’s something he may have appreciated years ago–before he became a father, and then a soldier, and then a widower. Before the world turned its back on him. These days, he keeps to himself and tries his hardest to look off-putting.

So when he realizes the woman across the bar has been giving him bedroom eyes for the last several minutes, he keeps his gaze on his beer.

It’s been a hellish week to cap off a hellish month. Not that his life hasn’t been hellish for a good amount of time, but this is a new kind of hell. This is reintegrating into society. His bruises have faded, his stitches have nearly healed, and he’s stepped into the role of Pete Castiglione once again. He goes to work, stows his guns away, and practices being normal again. Boring, miserable, too much time to think normal. There was a time where he would have killed for normal; now it fits like a cheap suit.  

Frank runs a hand through his hair and makes a face at the length. Karen’s words echo in his mind–I know you hate it, but I think the curls are charming.

Charming, he scoffs inwardly, but a smile pulls  at his lips. It was  one word he would have never used to describe himself. When she used it he’d been too blindsided by the compliment to respond. Charming describes white knights in fairy tales, or slick-suited men trying to get their way. But Frank Castle: charming? Not so much. Although when Karen says it, it doesn’t sound as wrong. Most things she says to him sound right.

“Hey there,” comes a voice to his right, breaking his thought.

Frank glances over, and is face to face with the woman from across the bar. Up close, he sees the slight sparkle on her cheekbones and the smokey color on her eyelids. She’s holding a near-empty martini glass. Frank keeps his eyes level, despite the suggestively low neckline in his peripheral vision. She’s pretty, even beautiful by some standards. By the way she’s smiling, he can tell she hopes he’d think so, too.

“Hey,” he says, expression betraying nothing.

“Mind if I sit?” She asks, casually flipping her long dark hair falling over one shoulder.

Frank nods to the seat beside him and returns to his beer. He’s not afraid she’ll realize who he is; it’s been three months since Frank Castle died and Pete Castiglione’s beard is an exceptionally good disguise. Despite that, tension crawls up his spine and his senses sharpen; searching for danger, for the trap. It’s not very often he makes conversation with strangers beyond exchanges at checkout counters and coffee shops. In Josie’s bar, his usual hangout, folks mind their business. This bar, down the street from his place, is a little more upscale. The clientele are a little more refined, and the beer a little less watered down. He should have prepared for a more determined class of women, too.

“Name’s Jane,” she presses when he remains silent. “Want to buy me a drink?”

He thinks about telling her no, just for a moment. He almost does. There’s no point in leading on a woman like her, who is sure to strike up a long conversation that would dead-end, because it would all be based on half-truths and secrets. When he looks over to dismiss her, there’s a sharpness in her eyes – a little bit of fire that reminds him, painfully, of Karen. He finds himself nodding before he can help it.

When a fresh martini is deposited before her, Jane crosses her legs and leans closer. “So what’s your name, handsome?”

Frank takes a sip of his beer, looks forward. “Pete.”

“You here alone, Pete?” She asks, amused.

Tryin’ to be, he thinks, sliding his eyes back to her. “Yep.”

Her delicate nails, sharpened and polished deep scarlet, tap against the bar. She surveys him, head tilted. “So what’s the deal? You’ve been turning women away all night–you not interested? Taken?”

Unbidden, his mind defines what taken means: blue eyes. Blond hair. A beauty mark lifting over a wide, happy smile.

“Taken.”

The word escapes his mouth faster than he can catch it. There’s a brief pause as his chest gets a little tighter, his head feels a little lighter. The word ricochetes in his skull– taken– as he tries to regain control over his expression. He can feel the surprise on his face. Jane looks at him with open curiosity.

“Looks like you just figured that out,” she huffs. “Want to talk about it with a stranger?”

“I gotta go,” he mutters, throwing some cash on the bar. He shrugs on his jacket and finishes off his beer, trying to ignore the panic settling like a stone in his gut.

“Yikes,” she says. Her tone is pitying. “Good luck. Sounds like you need to have a conversation with someone.”

Frank grunts as an answer and  strides to the door. Outside, he takes three deep breaths. The air is freezing. It’s not quite snowing yet, but he can smell the clean, fresh scent of it on the horizon. He starts down the sidewalk and stuffs his hands into his pockets.

Taken.

Frank frowns, turning the lapels of his coat against the chill. He’s known, almost since the moment he met her, that Karen Page was important. First, she was important in remembering his family. Then, she was important to his trial. But somewhere along the line, she became important to him. She became his ally, his fiery support system, his accomplice. She became family. Frank never thought he would have anyone to call family again; not after losing Maria and the kids.  

He thinks back to the first time he risked himself for her. Was it with the Blacksmith? He remembers realizing she was trapped with the very same person who orchestrated his family’s deaths. He remembers the surge of fury–and protectiveness–that followed. The plan to rescue her and get rid of Schoonover once and for all nearly made him ill; when his truck crashed into her car and he saw the blood dripping down her temple, he was shocked by the regret that followed. It had almost been enough for him to abandon the plan altogether.

No, he realizes, it was in her apartment. When he had walked through the door and found himself staring in admiration down the barrel of her .305. When he heard the gunfire and covered her body with his own. The instincts to protect and save were strong. Her trembling body under his own was a reminder that there was still good in him–still something worth fighting for.

Frank turns a corner, hardly registers where his feet are taking him. He pictures another achingly cold night, months ago. Standing high above the sidewalk, rifle in hand, coat billowing in the wind. He remembers turning to leave and catching sight of the crowd gathering below as Red bowed over a woman not far away. Frank looked down and saw Karen Page, eyes wide and trained directly on him. Her lips had formed his name–angry and terrified and amazed all at once.

He thinks about the day he re-entered into her life, despite his reluctance to get her involved. His desperation for answers. He remembers the look on her face when she accepted his flowers. The excitement, the pure joy… the embarrassment as she pushed her hair back behind her ears. He also remembers the moment her expression had fallen, just enough for him to catch it, when she realized it hadn’t been a gift but a half-assed method of communication. What he couldn’t tell her then (because he was too chicken shit, he admits) that giving her his burner phone number put her in more danger than he could stomach.

Frank recognizes that there’s never been a moment where they could just be. He’s been on the move or in hiding for so long. He’s been cataloging each one of her smiles; stowing them away to analyze later. There’s no time for love, or family, or friendship, on the battlefield that had become his life. He remembers, for the hundredth time, lying beside her as Lewis’ remains coated the walls of the hotel refrigerator. The hot smell of blood and smoke in the air. The sound of her soft gasp over the buzzing in his ears. Her hand coming to rest on his chest, searching for him even as she fought for consciousness.

Frank thinks of her in that fucking elevator, her hands grasping his arms. Her forehead pressed to his, her lips a breath and a nod away. That moment of frozen time where he had thought things he had no right to think. He’d been so, so tired. And then her hand, pushing him away. Telling him, go. Go on.

Then, the terror of leaving her to clean up his mess. Why hadn’t he realized it sooner? Why had it taken a stranger in a bar for him to realize he was taken by Karen? He’d taken bullets for her, he’d put his life and his anonymity on the line for her.

Frank feels something cold touch his nose. He looks up. It’s snowing and he’s standing in front of Karen’s apartment building.

He sighs and turns to leave; even with these feelings he has for her (because that’s what this is, right?) he’s got no business putting his shit on her. She should have a normal life. She should meet someone that’s not living under a fake name. Someone with a lot less blood on their hands. He glances up towards her window and stops short when he sees it.

Fresh white roses in the window. The light is on.

He rings the buzzer.

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