#smokey eye rosa

[starkquinn]

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[thegrllldiaries]

Colours and Outfit Meaning in The Crystal Heart: AZALEA ROSA

Azalea’s Pink Valentines Outfit: Symbolising love and vulnerability. At this time, Azalea was still deeply in love with her toxic ex.

Azalea’s Sky Blue Outfit: With Azaleas hair being tied into a tight braid, it resembles standing her ground but still being quite vulnerable and upset about the heartbreak, so, not so much in love with her ex anymore.

Azalea’s Light Purple Outfit: Purple means power and ambition.At this point, Azalea is recovering from the heartbreak.

Azalea’s White Loose Outfit: Her hair is let loose and wavy, and her outfit is white. This is when the scene where Azalea tries apologising and tells Beatrix she doesn’t feel the same way — but it doesn’t go to plan.

Azalea’s “Under the Curse” Outfit: In this outfit, Azaleas hair is straight and basic, her outfit is basic and a muted purple, but she has smokey eye makeup and black nails as opposed to her regular white or colour matched to her outfit nails. This symbolises that Azalea isn’t entirely herself.

[inexplicados-sentimentos]

MAKE: Smokey Eye - com um toque de pink

MAKE: Smokey Eye – com um toque de pink

  Olá meus amores! Tudo bem? Hoje trago pra vocês uma Make que eu amei fazer, pois muitas pessoas tem dificuldades de utilizar o preto, e no vídeo mostro pra vocês como é fácil utilizar o preto e ainda dá um toque especial na Make.

Antes eu tinha medo de fazer um olho todo preto, pois pensava que por ter o olho grande, ficaria parecendo um panda, mas na realidade, eu me surpreendi com o…

[theoriginalladya]

Hey, don't know if you by now talked about it, but for the writing WIP game, anything you wanna share about either "Smoke 'Em If You've Got 'Em" and/or "Trust" and/or "to the fallen"?

Eh, for you, darlin', I'll share them even if I shared them before! :)

Under cut for length because you get all three you requeted! :)

So, Smoke 'Em If You've Got 'Em is from something that, I hope, I will get to VERY soon - it's from Caleb's first N7 mission after achieving N7. He heads to Elysium where he teams up with another N7 - Rosa Morales-Minton - while they try to track down information that ties into the Blitz a couple years earlier. While on this mission, an unexpected familiar face shows up...

Roger’s voice breaks through his thoughts unexpectedly as he returns his attention to the clientele. “What’ll you have?”

“Whiskey. Neat.”

The rich, gravely baritone that Caleb has become familiar with over the past few years hits him like ice water. Shit! Anxiety kicks up into high gear faster than a rush of adrenaline going into battle, and leaves him just as breathless. I’ve got to get out of here… get away! If anyone sees us, recognizes us…

Caleb slams his glass down on the bar counter with a thud, spinning on his heel. He snatches Roger’s cigarette pack and lighter as a secondary thought and stalks through the back of the club, out into the alleyway. The switch from the smokey, dimly lit atmosphere of The Starry Rose to nighttime Elysium isn’t too drastic, though the reflection of colorful neon signs makes its way back here. It’s warm out, stifling almost, and Caleb tugs at the tie around his neck, loosening it just enough to get a long, deep breath. With that achieved, he fishes out a cigarette and the lighter. Cupping his hand around the flame, he’s just lowering it, the clack of metal sealing over metal echoing around him, when a familiar voice returns.

“Don’t suppose you’ve got one to spare?”

The faintest tremor shimmers across Caleb’s shoulders beneath his shirt and jacket. Taking a long drag on the cigarette – by nature, he isn’t a smoker, but right now, it’s all he has to keep him grounded and in control – and turns around. He lifts the pack between them, shaking one loose. “Aye.”

Standing there just as casual as the day is long, Kaidan Alenko plucks the cigarette from the pack and accepts the lighter when Caleb hands it over. He takes a moment to light it before inhaling. The ease with which he does it suggests familiarity, though Caleb hasn’t ever seen him partake in the few times they’ve been around one another. “Thanks. I needed that.”...

Trust. Oh man, that ones' gonna hurt. It's part of his ME2 story - right now it's just a couple of small sections, not even sure they'll stay together in one chapter, but it starts with Caleb over Alchera and works into him on board the SR2 after he wakes up.

There isn’t time.

One moment to the next to the next… there is always something to do, never enough time to stop, to process, to accept. Until there is no time left at all…

The HUD indicator is his only warning something is very wrong. As if floating in space without his ship around him isn’t enough. But he’s trained for almost everything… even this, to varying degrees. But the Normandy is disintegrating around him, the life pods are gone, and he is alone with nothing left but time… and regrets.

“Go hifreann leat!”**

Twisting, struggling, he can almost reach the tubing…

His lungs ache; desperate for oxygen. His chest tight with regret. No! No! No! There is supposed to be timenow! Saren is gone, Sovereign too, and I now have time to really think about this…

“Kaidan!”

Through sheer force of willpower, he stills his movement, unwilling to waste what little time he has left. In the distance, the glint of the sun flickers off of something metallic descending through the atmosphere and his eyes are drawn to it.

“Mo ghrá…”

Stillness surrounds him, peace seeping through his body, a languor startles considering his current circumstances. Out of the corner of his eye, the O2 levels drop into the red. He fights with all he as for breath, for just enough and reaches towards the sparkling glint.

“Kaidan, is tú mo rogha…”

All that echoes in return are his own labored breaths. Kaidan…!

There is no time…

To the Fallen is ME3 - post Coup, Kaidan's back on the ship, after the mission where you lose the Primarch's son (I always hold those two missions until after I get Kaidan back). Losing Tarquin brings back memories of Virmire for Caleb, so he and Kaidan meet in the lounge for a drink to an old friend...

The room is quiet when he enters, save for some soft music coming from the system near the bar. Walking over, Caleb switches it to something slower, more somber with a bluesy sort of feel, then he turns to the bar. Tucked away on the lower shelf, behind Vega’s favorite brand of tequila and Donnelly’s scotch, is an unassuming bottle with no label, no brand. He snags this between his fingers, carefully removing it without knocking it against the others then hunts for a pair of glasses. He pours two-fingers full in each before closing it and setting it on the top of the bar. Just as the glass hits the counter, the door whooshes open and he glances over as Kaidan walks in. Taking one glass in hand, he lifts it in his direction. “You’re just in time.”

Kaidan doesn’t even blink. His steps slow as he nears, as if he’s afraid he’s interrupting something, but Caleb nudges the other glass in his direction. “It’s for you,” he reassures him.

Kaidan frowns, but accepts the glass. “Not exactly a mission I’d call worth celebrating.”

“Not celebrating,” Caleb replies. He lifts his glass, tilting it slightly at the empty seat next to Kaidan. “May you be in heaven a half hour before the Devil knows you’re dead,” he murmurs. He downs the drink all at once. Kaidan, he notices, follows suit. When both glasses are back on the bar, he fills them again.

“That was a hell of a mission,” Kaidan says when the glass is nudged back at him a moment later. One eyebrow arches slightly as he asks, “You… uh, aren’t trying to get me drunk, are you?”

Caleb snorts, caps the bottle and puts it back on the shelf behind him before he replies. “Not today,” he promises with a soft chuckle. “Sláinte mhaith.”

“Cheers. So?”

“So.” Caleb pulls up his omni-tool and opens the message he downloaded earlier. “Got one more toast left in you?” he asks absently as he skims over it. The minute he sees the sender’s tag, he suspects its origin. He hates it when he’s right sometimes. Timing. Why today, of all days? Turning his attention back to Kaidan, he asks, “Do you remember that day back in Vancouver?”

A soft, inelegant snort of amusement escapes Kaidan’s lips. “Shepard, I spent half my life in Vancouver. I remember a lot of days back there. You’ll need to be more specific.”

A wry smile twists at Caleb’s lips. “After the Battle of the Citadel,” he clarifies. “At the memorial.”

The memorial. Kaidan’s eyes drop to stare at the liquid in his glass. “Yeah,” he replies softly. “I remember.” When he glances back up, he adds, “I was thinking about Ash today, too.”

“I figured as much.” Caleb takes another sip. “Do you remember the woman I was speaking with as you and your parents arrived that day?”

Kaidan frowns, head tilting slightly as his eyes close. “I remember… someone, but not the face.”

“Five foot eight, short dark hair, brown eyes.”

“You’re going to have to narrow it down a bit more than that.”

Caleb swirls the liquid in his glass, stares at the motion. “A freshly minted second lieutenant by the name of Williams.”

Out of the corner of Caleb's eyes, Kaidan's pop open as he freezes. “Lieutenant? Williams?”

“Younger sister. She headed off to Basic shortly after Ashley joined the Normandy. Right before Virmire, I’d sent a message off to Anderson and Hackett trying to stir up something to get Ash the promotion she deserved.” The rest of the drink goes down in one fell swoop after that and he sets the glass aside. “When she… didn’t make it, they made sure Abby did...”

[mazexworld]

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CHECK OUT MY GLOSS! She mesmerizes with sultry, smoky eyes and nude-toned lips. Her beauty philosophy is “where there’s smoke, there’s fire.” Sexy, smoky lids topped off with feline eyeliner and lashings of black mascara create scorching appeal, and nude lips always seal the deal.

She wears my previously unreleased products: 

Instant Eye Palette in # SMOKE, a dark gray shade

Legendary Brows in # Iona, a bushy, killer style

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Products Applied:

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Elizabeth Taylor False Eyelashes: Smokey

Hollywood Filter in # Contour & # Primer

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Dream Tone in # Rosa Rosa

Bruno Sugar Glaze Lipstick in # Sugar Water

Gloss as Fuck by Nightingale x Tittle

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Must-haves that will take forever to list here...

Where do you want her? Runway or Boudoir? She’s just capable of all!

Here she is, SMOKEY & SHEER. 

[floraone]

So, this is to my guest reviewer who got so offended that I mentioned drag queens in Would You Like To Date My Friend, Chiba Mamoru? that they felt compelled to write me a long review about how much I wasted their time and should not bring my worldviews into my writing.

So… here! Have some more drag queens! :D

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“Are we really sure this is… necessary?” Mamoru mumbled, eyeing the duct tape warily.

Usagi wasn’t helping. She looked more unsure than he did. And frankly, that wasn’t very reassuring given the fact that she was about to duct tape his newly shaven dick up his ass.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Minako said from behind the paravent. “You gotta look authentic!”

“Right,” he sighed, spread his thighs apart a little wider with a flush, and nodded for Usagi to start.

Unsurprisingly, duct tape on your junk hurt. He winced immediately, 

“Sorry, sorry, sorryyyy,” she cried, but never stopped with the tape. 

Yup. He was now pretty grateful Minako had insisted on that full-body wax for him. 

He closed his eyes and just let her do it, even when she knelt in front of him and looked at his junk and the tape as if it were the most complicated of all IKEA furniture she’d ever have to put together.

“How’s this even supposed to…” she mumbled in frustration.

“He’s supposed to look flat,” came the very helpful remark from the other side. 

“Duh.” Mamoru and Usagi rolled their eyes in perfect synchronization, before he winced again, hissing through his teeth.

“Sorryyyy!”

“Ok, so,” Makoto’s voice this time. “You’re supposed to like, tuck them back up.”

“Back up?!” Usagi said, eyeing his testicles varily.

Mamoru’s eyebrows jumped to his hairline in spontaneous panic.

“Like, there’s supposed to be this little pocket? Where they came from? You’re supposed to shove them back in, or up, and the dick is supposed to go like, all the way back to the ass crack.”

“Where are you reading this from?” he asked, trying to not sound panicked.

“WikiHow!”

Uh…

He looked down at his fiancée wide-eyed, who wasn’t looking back much better.

Shaking his head though, he grabbed downstairs, deciding to take matters into his own hand after all and quite literally, and subsequently tried to shove it all up himself - and actually, yeah… kind of? A pocket??  

He nodded down towards her and yuppp, tape down there really, really hurt. 

He wasn’t looking forward to taking that back off. Really, he wasn’t. 

What he didn’t do for the mission…

“Right,” Usagi announced, quite proudly. “He’s flat now!”

A cheer from the other side of the paravent, and then a hipster slip thrown over the side of it that he quickly stepped into. And with that, he supposed his paravent privacy rights were over, because it was shoved away, and he was handed a pair of shiny see-through black tights and a black bra.

“Here’s your boobs,” Minako said with a wink, and handed him a pair of silicone pads. 

He sighed long and hard, even when Usagi was already grabbing them from him and stuffing them into his bra.

“Is this really–” he tried again.

“Of course it’s necessary!” Minako interrupted him, then motioned for him to sit on the stool before her vanity.

He really didn’t like the look of that glue she held up.

“Sit!” she ordered.

He did, but eyed her suspiciously.

“Oh c’mon!” Minako groused. “Trust me a little! I got you!”

He sighed, and closed his eyes, and felt Minako attack his eyebrows with glue. To better camouflage them away with make-up, she later explained, and paint him new ones.

“Ok so,” Ami said from the side of Minako’s bed, detangling some cables to stick into her impromptu equipment. “Once you’re inside, scout the perimeter. If you wear your mic and earpiece, I have you on monitor the whole time. Try to track anything even remotely suspicious.”

“Right,” he mumbled, eyes back open. Minako was dabbing his face in nude colored make-up and it felt like she was painting him a new one.

“Full contour?” Rei asked next to her.

“Of course!” she mumbled, took a new brush, a new color, and wiped at his cheekbones.

“We’ll be in the audience the whole time,” Ami continued. “The second you notice something that looks like the attack, or a portal, or a weapon, or anything, one of us transforms and will be right with you.”

“A weapon?!” Usagi shrieked.

“And try to keep close to the other Queens, protect them. Try to take the hit for them if worst comes to worst.”

“WHAT?!” Usagi bellowed.

But he nodded. “Right,” he said, at the same time as Rei who rolled her eyes at Usagi and barked a, “Give him some credit, will you? He can take it!”

That was the whole reason they were doing this, after all. Someone had been threatening the local queer community for a while, and after ‘only’ hate speech in the mail, started making serious threats especially to the little drag theater they were trying to protect tonight. And since the last attack had been supernatural in nature, and this one was almost a sure bet, the local police had contacted the Senshi and asked for their assistance.

It had been Minako’s idea of course. That their best shot was to have someone undercover in the show who tries to take the brunt of the attack.

Usagi had been first to volunteer - use the Luna Pen, turn herself into a Beautiful Drag Queen. Mamoru had been first to protest and volunteer as tribute in her stead.

He wasn’t letting any more crazy people try and blow up his girlfriend.

Everyone had agreed (except Usagi.)

Minako was glueing fake eyelashes on him when Rei spoke up again, tapping her finger to her chin as she watched Minako work. 

“We need a good drag name for you,” she mumbled thoughtfully.

“Mamoko!” Usagi cried from her perch on the floor right beside his stool.

He smiled - the others rolled their eyes.

“That’s not a drag name,” Rei shot in her direction with that ’are you daft, again?’ inflection to her voice, dismissing her.

“Princess Flower?” Makoto suggested. “Rosa Mask? Rosa Tux? Golden Thorne?”

“Domina Masque?” Ami threw in with a shrug, and Mamoru threw her an offended look.

“Ooooh!” Minako cried. “I like it! We gotta get you a mask!”

He sighed long and hard - but was tutted for it - Minako was working on his lips.

“Here I got your butt!” Makoto said, holding up the newly finished spanks with foam hot-glued in it. 

He sighed even harder.

It was when Minako was done with the make-up, and the girls had tucked him into the sparkly red and crazy short sequin dress and zipped him up, that he was starting to not recognize himself in the mirror anymore.

“Damn, girl,” Makoto whistled. “What do you need these legs for?! Why are you so skinny?”

He blushed immediately, looking down at himself.

Minako dabbed some powder to his cheeks, looking pleased, then pulled a nylon net over his head.

“You’re really good at this,” he mumbled thoughtfully.

“Thanks!” she beamed, then winked. “Finally some trust!”

“I wouldn’t go so far,” he chuckled.

She threw him a pointed look, but a smile was dancing over her lips, and she tucked all his hair into the net, then took a razor to his sideburns and the back of his neck. He didn’t even stiffen anymore.

“Just think of me as your mother tonight!” she beamed.

Rei dramatically rolled her eyes. “Minako, you are not a Drag Queen. You don’t get to be his drag mom.”

Minako waved her off with a tsk, but flapped a long dark wig over his head.

When it was done, even he had to blink at his reflection.

It was… actually kind of good? The long dark hair suited him, the smokey eyes and contour kinda…too?

“You know,” Minako commented. “You look a bit like Rei like this.”

“You really, really do,” Usagi hushed, quite breathlessly, quite wide-eyed, cheeks way too flushed, and he couldn’t help but lift his eyebrows at her in the reflection of the mirror.

He really didn’t know what to think when she blushed even harder at that…

“Shoes!” Minako cried happily, interrupting that thought, and presented him with a pay of pretty much sky high transparent peep toes, with a red sole and… and… were those roses in the platforms?!  “I have your slippers, princess,” she said with a smirk.

He looked at them as if she was waving a pair of guns at him. 

“Are you expecting me to be able to walk in that?” he asked incredulously.

She threw him a look of utter annoyance. “Just try, for god’s sake. This isn’t science.”

And so he sighed again, but strapped himself into seven inch shoes with roses in them.

When he got up, Usagi’s hand directly there to clutch his and help him up, he was surprised he could actually somewhat walk on them. 

“You know…” he said, surprised and looking down, “this isn’t actually so bad?”

Minako beamed with pride.

“If I don’t have to actually, you know, walk…?”

Another tsk and dismissive wave of Minako’s hand. “Just hang on to the pole. You’ll be fine.”

“A pole?!”

“Ahh, don’t worry, Just swing around a little on it. Try to look sexy.”

“WHAT?!”

“Like you wanna fuck the audience. Ya know? Look at them like you look at Usagi when she’s yelling something obnoxious at you.”

“MINAKO?!”

And so, about an hour later, mic in his fake cleavage and dick taped to his ass and looking like a Queen, he stood in front of an open stage door with a mission to fulfill.

“Let’s do this then,” he said with one last sigh.

“Yas Queen!” Makoto shouted amusedly, and shut up with a barely contained chuckle at his withering look.

“Showtime!” Minako cried ecstatically, and shoved him down the stage door. “Don’t get killed!”

He sighed again, but got to it.

Minako pressed her fist to her heart. “I am so proud of my daughter,” she beamed, wiping away a fake tear.

“You are NOT HIS MOTHER,” Rei cried again in frustration.

And no one really commented the fact that Usagi kind of really, really seemed to like her fiancé in that get-up.

Eventually, he actually kinda killed it? Before the homophobic monster attacked, of course, and blew it all to smithereens. But even then, Domina Masque looked like quite a stunner throwing those roses.

[artistmoon]

Esta técnica es un smokey eyes leve, ya que generalmente está técnica se ocupa con negro completo, bueno comenzamos limpiando la piel con agua micelar o agua de rosas, aplicamos primer y base a tono, luego con un delineador negro que no sea aprueba de agua ni mate, se delinea todo el borde del ojo creando una cola extensa alfinal y con una brocha difuminamos el delineador a la parte del medio del ojo y aplicamos un color rosado de adentro hacia afuera.

[profitinaecho]

I Think I Want to Marry You pt4

“Max? I can’t sleep.” Liz whispered when Max picked up the phone. She was talking quietly so as not to wake Rosa who was snoring away in the bed next to her. Clearly, she had no trouble sleeping.

“I can’t get comfortable either. Usually you are on my chest.” Max’s voice was groggy from trying and failing to sleep.

“I miss your heartbeat. I need it to sleep.” Liz usually had her head on Max’s bare chest where she could hear the rhythm of the thump of his heartbeat. She developed the habit after they had transplanted a new heart into Max and brought him back to life. She didn’t feel safe falling asleep without hearing his steady heartbeat.

“I miss your hair all in my face. When I breathe, your hair doesn’t get sucked in my mouth. It’s weird, but I need it.” Max heard Liz huff out a laugh. When they first got together, her hair always seemed to be everywhere when he was trying to sleep. He loved her hair but not so much when it was wrapped around his head like a scarf. Somewhere in the year since they got together he had more than gotten used to it. “Do you want to see if we can get you to hear my heart? Hold on I will put the speaker over my heart.” Liz could hear a muffled thump thump thump of Max’s heartbeat through the phone. She told Max to keep it there and wiggled trying to get comfortable. Max listened to the rhythm of Liz’s exhales and they fell asleep together over the phone.

Liz was woken up early that morning by Rosa pouncing her in bed like when they were young girls. When Liz grumbled and stuck her head under the pillow to try to fall back asleep, Rosa yanked the pillow off her head then whacked her with it once for good measure. “Get up! You’re getting married today. Oh, and Papi is making us churro pancakes.”

Liz threw the covers off and swung her legs out of bed. At her movement, her phone went flying and thunked to the floor. She heard Max say her name from her phone on the floor. “Max? Thank you for helping me sleep. We’re getting married today!” Liz squealed excitedly. “I love you too. See you later.” She hung up her phone and put it on the charger. Then she followed Rosa downstairs to the kitchen in the Crashdown.

“Ah. There are my bambinas.” Arturo smiled at Liz then teared up. “Our last churro pancake breakfast as a family.”

“Papi, I’ve lived in Max’s house for a year. You still see me all the time. Nothing is going to change but my name.” Liz reassured him.

———————

“Izzy, I need you to do something about this rose arch. It’s leaning and missing something” Max fretted. The arch he and Liz would stand under as they said their vows looked perfect to the average person. But to Max, it could be better. Maybe it needed more roses? Or more fairy lights? Or maybe it shouldn't have lights at all.

Isobel shook her head at her brother. He was acting like a groomzilla. “Max, just go put on your tuxedo and make sure Michael is wearing his too. That’s literally all you need to worry about for the next few hours until this starts.”

“But the roses…” Max started to argue.

“Go!” Isobel gave Max the look he referred to as her crazy eyes. He went to his groom's dressing room to get ready.

———————

Liz gasps as Rosa tightens the corset in her wedding dress. She had left it unlaced all day so she could breathe but now it was show time. Her make up was impeccable with a classic smokey eye and red lips to match the red tulle bridesmaids dresses. She used to wear this lipstick color as armor from her feelings but she was reclaiming it today as a testament to their love.

“Are you nervous? You’re not going to run right?” Rosa asks worriedly.

Liz took a deep breath in then let it back out again. “Shockingly, no. This day was always an inevitability. I’m just ready to get on with our lives together.”

“That’s the spirit. You look beautiful just like your mother, Mija.” Arturo was already getting misty eyed.

“She’s not coming by the way.” Liz warned him. She didn’t want him to be looking over his shoulder for her mother all evening.

“I figured. We are better off without her.” Arturo assured her. “Are you ready to get married?”

Rosa handed Liz her rose and calla lily bouquet. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Liz laced her arm through her Papi’s elbow and allowed him to lead her to the chapel. It was time.

[smokeybrandreviews]

Smokey brand Select: Vast and Infinite

I’ve done a few of these Smokey brand Selects, lists of some of my favorite films in any specific sub-genre, and it occurs to me that I haven’t even touched my actual, favorite, sub-genre at all. A few of these movies have made different lists, sure, but I've never cobbled together an actual, dedicated, catalog for the Cyberpunk category. I absolutely adore these types of film. They capture every aspect I look for in a flick; Beautiful imagery, enthralling sounds, compelling narrative, existential questions, and so much more. The sheer depth of this genre lends itself to great storytelling, diverse creativity, and enthralling visuals. I love Cyberpunk and these films are some of the best I've seen.

10b. Johnny Mnemonic

Johnny Mnemonic is probably the purest, US made, Cyberpunk film I have ever seen. It’s not a great watch, there’s a ton going on all of the time, but it is bursting with creativity and ideas. I adore this film, I really do. Even with all of it’s confusing, spastic, scatter-brained, story telling, I loved this film. Up until The Matrix and then John Wick, Johnny was my favorite Keanu Reeves performance. That, alone, has me coming back year after year. I highly recommend checking this one out if your a fan of the genre but it’s probably the weakest select on this list by a wide berth.

10a. Virtuosity

I was hesitant to put this one on the list because, I mean, this makes it eleven instead of ten, but moreso because I wasn’t sure of this thing qualifies as Cyberpunk. There’s a couple ahead on this list that have the same issue but I ended up putting them on so I guess this goes on here, too. Plus, I never hear anyone talking about this thing and I feel it deserves a bit more of a spotlight. Virtuosity is a goddamn blast. There’s a great performance from Denzel Washington a trite but ably executed plot, and some pretty interesting choices from a relatively new director. The strongest draw, however, is Russell Crowe as the artificial, glass eating, super psychopath, SID 6.7, as well as all of that mid 90s, virtual reality, conjecture. Virtuosity is definitely a product of it’s time but it's still a great time to watch.

9. Tron: Legacy

Legacy is, admittedly, not the best film. Even so, i had a ball with this one. The soundtrack by Daft Punk, alone, is worth the price of admission but couple that with the stunning, neon, visuals and you have a combo that can move even the most stoic of moviegoers. I absolutely adore this film. It get way too much hate for what it is. I’m a little perturbed we’ll never see the capping to this narrative but, for a second outing, I really did enjoy returning to this world. I’d put the first on this list but I really did connect with it beyond how dope it looked. Legacy gave me so much more to dig my teeth into and I respect it for that.

8. 12 Monkeys

I don’t even know where to begin with this movie. I’ve seen it a few times and dissected it in a couple of essays for school but I'm still not sure if i understand it wholeheartedly and that is incredible. For a movie to keep me so off-balance and I still enjoy the show is testament to the brilliant direction on display. The plot, itself, as convoluted as it can be sometimes, is rather gripping once you get a handle on what’s going on and the performances are outstanding. Brad Pitt really shows his range in this one, shades of things to come. 12 Monkeys is a Cyberpunk on the strictest sense but, like The Matrix, I was hesitant to add it tho this list. But, also just like The Matrix, if it is truly a Cyberpunk film, it has to be required viewing.

7. Dredd

Dredd is entirely Cyberpunk. From page to screen, Cyberpunk everything. The first outing was a little too campy to make this list but the second? The Karl Urban Dredd? That one fits this list perfectly. It’s a crying shame we didn’t get a sequel. I was itching to see Judge Death do it’s thing but the siege of Peachtree was more than enough to sate my ultraviolent appetite. Seriously, this movie is outstanding and it’s a crime more people didn’t see it. I feel like if this thing was released today, maybe on VOD, it would get the respect it deserves. Too early to the party, it seems.

6. RoboCop

It’s crazy to me that all of the classic, US made, Cyberpunk movies are all championed by foreign directors. Ridley Scott, Denis Villeneuve, Terry Gilliam, and Paul Verhoeven. Verhoeven’s RoboCop is a scathing indigent of consumerism and it’s interchangeability with corruption. When I was a kid, that sh*t flew right over my head. All I saw was a dope cyborg named Murphy and a beautifully alien war machine called ED-209. As I got older, I learned to appreciate, more and more, Verhoeven’s vision and RoboCop became more than just an action film for me. This thing is one of the best in the sub-genre and far more intelligent than anyone gives it credit for being.

5. The Matrix

I don’t know if The Matrix belongs on this list. It never felt Cyberpunk to me but everyone else tells me it is. When I think about it, it checks all the boxes; Existentialism, robots, future dystopia, etc. All the boxes but I always felt it skewed more toward Neo Noir than anything. That said, if it is Cyberpunk, and it seems that is the accepted consensus, how can it not make this list? The Matrix is one of the most influential films ever made. It’s easily the greatest action film in history. Terminator 2 is usually the front runner for that title, I’ll eventually make a Select for action films so don’t worry, but Neo’s maiden voyage matches anything Cameron created.

4. Alita: Battle Angel

I was initially introduced to Alita way back in the early 90s. the SyFy channel, back then know as the Sci-Fi Channel, used to show these blocks of what was called “Japanimation”, later known properly as anime, and the original Alita OVA was one of the few that aired. I loved every bit of it. It got me wondering about the manga so i went looking for that, too. Imagine my surprise when it was hundreds of chapters deep and encapsulated an entire world. I was hooked. So was James Cameron because he optioned it for the big budget, US, blockbuster treatment and spent the next decade and change, adapting technology to bring Gally and her universe to life. What we eventually got was, hands down, the best adapted anime or manga to the big screen, ever. Alita: Battle Angel is an incredible film experience that deserves more eyes on it and more love. Here’s hoping HBO Max and ATT give it that sequel everyone wants because it gets real awesome after the rollerball arc we just witnessed. Plus, I mean, Rosa Salazar’s Alita is just f*cking adorable, man.

3. Akira

Akira was the first anime I really watched with intent and that viewing colored my perception of cinema going forward for the rest of my life. I had seen anime before, of course, but not like this. Macross and Go-Lion were serials, cartoons for kids, but Akira was a completely different animal. I didn’t understand the narrative as a child, that came later, but i knew the experience was revolutionary. As I watched this film over and over, year after year, I began to understand exactly the story being told in a critical nature. It wasn’t only the breathtaking visuals that held up. Akira is as influential as it is because of it’s absolutely pristine storytelling. It’s reputation is unassailable and if you count yourself a fan of cinema, you have to see it at least once. I am petrified at what America is going to do to this narrative, man.

2. Ghost in the Shell

Ghost is easily the most balanced Cyberpunk film i have ever seen. It’s what I measure all movies in the sub-genre against. The narrative is poignant, profound, and perfectly executed. For the record, I’m speaking about the 1995 anime, not whatever the f*ck ScarJo starred in a few years back. That sh*t was the worst but Oshii’s masterpiece? That sh*t is the best. For such a short stint in Masamune Shirow‘s world, you are immersed in the grit of it all immediately. Kusanagi’s story, her struggle with being and conflict, mirror each other brilliantly. This would be top of the list if not for how much the world, itself, resembles our own. The Cyberpunk aesthetic kind of eludes this most Cyberpunk narrative. Even that juxtaposition is a positive in my eyes.

1. Blade Runner 2049

This one was hard to place. I love the original Blade Runner to bits. I think it’s a masterwork of cinema. It’s deftly acted, brilliantly directed, and easily one of the most gorgeous films I have ever laid eyes upon. And then Denis Villeneuve drops his continuation. Everything i just said about the original, stands for it’s sequel, but maybe even more. 2049 is breathtakingly gorgeous. It tells a simple, yet, emotional story driven by outstanding performances from everyone. No one is bad in this at all. I enjoyed the characters as much as I enjoyed the first’s, absolutely falling in love with Joi and Luv. This movie is everything and doesn’t get the love it deserves. Admittedly, it can be a little long in the tooth, but it needs all of that time to tell it’s story. If you commit to the narrative, engage with the visuals, and accept what the film is offering, you will be absolutely rewarded with one of the best movies ever captured on film.

Honorable Mentions: Terminator, Appleseed Alpha, Hotel Artemis, Run Lola Run, Demolition Man, Black Magic M-66, Elysium, Upgrade, The Lawnmower Man, Dark City, Armitage III, Ready Player One, The Zero Theorem, Minority Report, Looper

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 Tagged by: @stars---thunderbird

rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better

name: Catherine

nickname: Cathy lol saw the nickname part and realized i had to put my full name

zodiac sign: Sad boi pisces 

height: 5 foot 5 inches 

languages: English, spanish??? is that what this question is asking??? lol

nationality: American

favourite season: Winter/ Fall

favourite flowers: Fireweed 

favourite scent: Anything flowery/ smokey honestly

favourite color: Yellow

favourite animal: Elephants

favourite fictional character(s): Adam Groff, Eric Effiong, Robb Stark, Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckley, M’Baku, Cap. Ray Holt, Liv Moore, Anissa, Pierce, Margo Hanson, Allura, Rosa Diaz, Isabellle Lightwood

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Tea

average hours of sleep: 6-8

dog or cat person: both 

number of blankets you sleep with: 1-2

dream trip: since i have to pick between new zealand and iceland 

blog established: uhhhhhhhhh i was in middle school and i just graduated college soooooooo 10 years?

followers: 461

random fact: For some reason whenever watch a movie or a show for annoying ass reason i jam my finger into my left eye. Lol after I’m done watching whatever the hell i’m watching my vision is fucked up for like 20 minutes but yeah. I used to lie and say that it helped me focus buuuut thats not true and idk it brings me comfort lol. 

I tag: @hasan-minhaj @tk-strand @wakandamama @weighedxwn @hopelessgirl21111 @undeadphyco @superherojack @seeige @ronance-dingus 

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start your engines

since we know that jake and amy canonically watch drag race, ofc i had to write up some headcanons on the subject. mild spoilers for drag race. 

· Rosa’s been watching drag race since season one. She loves her some good reality tv and when you combine that with fierce talent?? Obviously our girls into it.

· However, since this is rosa we’re talking about, no one at the nine nine knows about her new favorite show.

· That is, until jake invites her to drinks one night in 2012 and she responds without thinking.

 “Sorry dude, can’t. Drag race is on tonight and I need to see if my girl sharon needles finally sends that bitch phi phi packing.”

Jake is shocked, natch. What is this show and, more importantly, who in their right mind would name their child sharon needles?! He tries to ask but rosa shoots him her signature Death Glare and he drops it.

· A couple years later he sees rosa and gina discussing something in the break room and he sees rosa get more animated and excited than he’s ever seen her. When he goes in to investigate he discovers it’s an argument...of sorts.

“Rosa, rosa, rosa. There is no way in hell dela deserved to go home over darienne. I mean, did you see darienne’s gown for the ball?! if you can even call it a gown. More like a flesh colored stretched out condom with a couple rhinestones attached.”

“No way. Dela showed the judges the same boring outfit we’ve seen every runway. I never got to know her. America’s next drag superstar can’t hide behind a character.”

“You would never see Floorgasm in an outfit like that, let alone the winner of drag race. Shudder.”

· Jake finally gets into the show the following season. When he’s in the midst of his amy funk and amy’s dating teddy rosa takes pity on the guy and invites him over for the season seven premiere. Rosa gives him a basic rundown of the show and tells him that he better ask his questions now because as soon as the episode starts all of her attention will be on the queen’s entrance looks.

· As soon as he watches the first lip sync for your life jake is hooked.

“You mean they do all those dance moves and splits in HEELS?”

“Yeah, dude. And i read that each runway takes hours and they’re on their feet the entire time. those queens are stronger than even terry.”

“I won’t tell him you said that.”

“Tell him if you want. I stand by it.”

· By episode 4 Jake’s got all the lingo down.

“TRIXIE got sent home?! No shade but her look was sickening compared to pearls. I am outraged rosa. Outraged.”

He’s subsequently gagged when trixie comes back.

· Jake’s obsessed with ginger minj and spends half of every episode telling rosa how they’d make the best of friends. Rosa has a crush on violet in and out of drag.

· When Jake and Amy start dating Jake (with Rosa’s permission, ofc) invites Amy to join drag race night.

· Amy doesn’t quite know what to make of it at first but she can appreciate the art form and all the work that goes into drag.

“Like, half the time I can’t even be bothered to put on lipstick, and yet here these guys -- girls? -- are spending hours on one look! And those dance moves. I mean...the way they just fall on the ground! But like, in a dancey way-- ”

“You mean death drops, babe?”

“Yeah those! AMAZING.”

· All three of them tear up during the chi chi and thorgy lip sync in season 8. And they absolutely LOSE IT when the beads fall to the ground.

· Amy yells “go OFF chi chi!” and that’s how rosa and jake know they have a drag race convert on their hands.

· thanks to bob jake starts entering the bull pen with his badge out in front of him saying “walk into the room badge first.”

· When Jake and Amy move in together they buy seasons 1-7 on Amazon prime so they can catch up and spend almost every day after work watching at least one episode.

Amy falls in love with shangela, raja, dida ritz, sharon needles, ivy winters, and bianca del rio and adore delano. Jake loves Bianca and adore and his other faves are manila luzon, raja, raven, willam, and courtney act. (Truth be told he just thinks Courtney is gorgeous in and out of drag. THOSE EYES. THOSE LEGS.)

· They both love latrice royale, le duh.

· Rosa loves alaska, and alyssa edwards. Gina is both a roxxy andrews and raven stan. among others, obvs.

· Oh god why do I feel like Gina would also love gia and laganja?

· drag race nights continue into seasons nine and ten.

· one night jake comments how of the three of them he’s carson, amy is ross Matthews, and rosa is michelle visage and now they can’t UNSEE IT.

· jake and Amy can often be found listening to rupaul songs or what’s the tea on their drives to work

· They talk along with ru all the time

 “Good luck and don’t. fuck it up.”

“Gentlemen, start your engines. And may the best woman *arm up* WIN.”

“100,000 doll-ahs!!!!”

· AMY LOVES BLAIR ST CLAIR.

· every makeover episode jake spends the entire ep talking about how he’d be perfect for a drag makeover

“I mean I’d look sickening, ames!”

“You already do, babe.”

“d’awwww. But seriously, they should do a cop makeover so I can be on the show. I want my mug to be beat to FILTH.”

· One night after drag race they’re all drunk off the Absolut Drinks (#branddeals) they made for the show and rosa and Amy somehow convince Jake to let them give him a makeover (think jenna and julien)

Rosa contours his face for the gods while Amy gives him a perfect smokey eye.

In the words of miz cracker, “he’s a WOMAN.”

· Oh also Jake has a massive crush on Valentina, again in and out of drag (he’s got a thing for latinas, what did you expect?)

· FACTS ARE FACTS, AMERICA.

[kiss-my-freckle]

Dialogues for @thesweetkeenlife

1x1

Red: Evidently someone with the authority to make decisions has arrived. I think I smell the stench of your cologne, Agent Cooper. Smells like hubris.

Red: You got rid of your highlights. You look much less Baltimore.

1x3

Red: So you went with the gray?

1x4

Red: That’s a pretty blouse.

1x7

Red: Agent Keen, I have a tip. You’re a winter, not an autumn. Stop wearing olive.

Red: You’d look positively radiant in a Guayabera dress. I know a little shop in Reston. We could stop before our flight.

Red: I brought you a souvenir. What’s your feeling about guava? Liz: Anxiety. Red: Oh, you’re in for a treat.

1x8

Red: I don’t know how you do it. I had that done once. I couldn’t bear the tickling.

Maltz: Ray, look at you. You look great. I mean, the elasticity is amazing. You been juicing? Red: Beets, mostly. Some celery, carrots, a lot of ginger. The kale makes me dyspeptic.

Red: I find it so reassuring - the movie stars, the pop singers. They really are just like the rest of us.

1x9

Red: Donald, never let it be said that I valued a Zegna Venticinque tie over a human life, even yours.

1x11

Red: Janice, my sincerest apologies. I’ll take a rain check on the Stroganoff. It smells delicious.

1x12

Red: We brought a little something for Julian - a care package. It’s a Tibetan singing bowl. What do we have here? Some jackfruit, vitamin D, kola nuts. But we’ve got to get him to eat more protein. He looks like hell. He isn’t vegan, is he? Anyway, I’ve also included a couple of my favorite Richard Pryor records. I want to try and inject a little levity into the proceedings. I mean, Julian looks so crabby all the time. House arrest can be grueling. Borakove: Didn’t you spend, like, four months - in Phonthong? Red: Seven. Borakove: How did you survive? Red: Naps. Occasional calisthenics.

Red: If I tell you, you have to promise me you’ll try the fertilized duck eggs. It’s a daring and unique dining experience. You’ll think you’ve died and gone to hell.

1x14

Red: Who decided on this paneling?

Red: You smell nice. Something new?

Red: Wow! And I like your clutch.

1x17

Red: This piroshki is delicious.

1x18

Red: I come bearing gifts - pimento cheese sandwiches, toasted with the crusts cut off. Eartha Kitt’s recipe. It’s a fantastic story.

2x1

Red: It looks so soft. Shea butter?

2x2

Red: Lizzy! I’d like to introduce you to my manicurist, Rosa Heredia. She’s the one I was telling you about, who was dating that nine-fingered bullfighter from Juarez. This woman is an artist, trained at the Latin-American school of medicine in Havana.

2x11

Red: Oh, that’s a shame. She’s gonna miss the most tantalizingly delicious khorem baklava.

2x12

Red: Oh, that’s a shame. Dendrobium? Ruth: My own hybrid. I call them “Snows of Everest.” Red: Lovely.

2x14

Red: You've changed your hair.

Red: Come on. I got to be worth as much as that fake Xuande Ming vessel was. Yaabari: 18. Red: Sorry, Santos, but those cat’s eye Chrysoberyls are brown, not green. An expensive forgery, but a forgery nonetheless. 20!

3x1

Red: I must say, your hair, the way it frames your face is very becoming.

3x2

Red: You have no idea what I’ve offered Chui to divulge the secret of this recipe. He won’t say. I suspect it has something to do with how he beats his eggs.

3x6

Red: I love mauve, but a soft creamy yellow will just open up the entire room.

3x8

Red: You didn’t find anything. Jilly found it ’cause you’re too dense to even look for it. No wonder Cash doesn’t trust you with anything more important than babysitting. T-bone: That’s big talk coming from a g-guy who’s -

3x12

Red: Yeah. Oh, I should probably mention, I booked a pregnancy massage for you. She’ll be here at 9:00. Her name’s Edwina, she’s a registered nurse, and she smells absolutely divine. I hope it goes with the rest of your stuff. I’m told it pulls out.

3x13

Red: I se your new home is a work in progress. What colors are you considering?

3x17

Red: Came together rather nicely. They went with ruby fringe tulips and pink peonies.

3x20

Red: I was just imagining young Katarina covered in glitter. As an adult, it’s easy to dismiss this stuff as girlish frivolity. You forget the wonder it creates, the light captured, secret wishes evoked. It renders even the darkest days sparkly. Never underestimate the power of glitter.

3x21

Red: They say gifting a bouquet of daffodils ensures happiness, while presenting just one means bad luck is on the horizon.

4x7

Red: You looked absolutely ravishing the other night. What do you do to stay in such incredible shape? Calisthenics? Or Jazzercise? Maybe we should be workout partners. I’ll see you in dance class, Samar.

4x18

Red: So I get a babysitter now? I haven’t had a babysitter since Brenda Gilroy. My God, pot pies, Lawrence Welk, bath time with Brenda. Still my perfect Saturday night.

5x1

Smokey: Sorry it took so long. Once I knew Humberto had your African friend and his chums in transpo, I stopped for some Bengay ointment. Think I overdid it with my back. Red: I use Epsom salt baths.

5x2

Red: Oh, my goodness. Look at those Guan vases. And that flatware. Did you know Nancy Reagan - She could dress a table specifically for that night’s guest at a moment’s notice. Russian Silver for a tea with Gorbachev, Italian silver stag-head stirrup cups for a last-minute supper with Sinatra. Can you imagine?

Liz: What color is that, pumpkin? It looks like a pumpkin. Red: His wife says it’s Tuscan Sunset.

5x10

Red: Paris, I’d like you to meet Elizabeth. Paris and I first met when he was a saucier at La Bernadin. Liz: Pleasure to meet you. Paris: Shall I set a third place for lunch? Liz: No, thank you. Red: You may want to think twice. He’s making a turbot with a matsutake mushroom broth.

5x12

Red: What makes her happy? Does she like a good foot massage?

5x15

Red: Maybe a massage parlor. The athletes would love it!

5x16

Red: Mr. Garvey, might I suggest you enjoy what little time you have left - crab cakes, scalp massages, perhaps a double feature of “The 400 Blows” and “Jules and Jim” - whatever floats your boat. Do it now, because I will find those bones, and when I do, I’m gonna kill you.

5x17

Red: I hope you have indigestion. Liz: No. But if it makes you feel better, I’m in a bad mood. Red: Excellent! Dembe: He’s making fenugreek porridge. My ancestors learned that it can cure a troubled stomach and soothe aches and pains. Red: Medicinal South Sudanese cuisine. Liz: Cooking it up in their embassy’s kitchen. Aren’t you living large?

5x19

Red: This apartment. Right here. Oh. My God. To have been the proverbial fly on Clyde Tolson’s duvet. Liz: Clyde Tolson lived here? J. Edgar Hoover’s lover? Red: This was their secret hideaway. Imagine the conversations. Cooing over JFK’s lovers. Slandering Dr. King. What peignoir to wear to bed. When I saw the apartment was for sale, I couldn’t resist. Liz: You own the apartment where the homophobic head of the FBI carried on his affair with his boyfriend? Red: Allegedly. I wouldn’t admit this in mixed company, but J. Edgar and I have a surprising amount in common. For instance, we both always get our man.

Red: What’s that smell? Is that lavender?  And mint. Is that your head? What kind of products do you use? I’m dying of curiosity. Garvey: Wouldn’t that be nice. Red: You smell that? Dembe: Yes. It’s lovely. Red: I’ll say. Absolutely lovely. Whatever it is, you and I need to get some.

5x22

Red: Oh. A lightweight merino. Super 120, natural stretch. I swear by it.

Waters: So, what do you think of this one? Red: Oh, John, yes. I like that. But go with the Snowy River Collection in the Glen Urquhart plaid. It worked for the Duke of Windsor. And, just my opinion, consider a vest. Waters: You think? Are vests in again? Red: Vests have never been out.

6x4

Vega: Yeah. I also got the blade that’s gonna carve you like a pumpkin. Red: Jack-o’-lantern. Vega: Huh? Red: A pumpkin is a gourd. A jack-o’-lantern is the carved pumpkin. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I knew what you meant.

6x5

Baldwin: One. I arrested that man there, in the navy-blue suit. Sima: May the record reflect the witness has identified the defendant. Red: Uh, o-objection. Judge Wilkins: Grounds? Red: The suit is actually a prunelle weave blue with a subtle overlay of red. So in the right light, it goes quite plum.

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Um guia passo a passo para Sexy Smokey Eye como revender natura

Smokey Eye Makeup Guide Passo 1: Escolha as cores da sua sombra. As cores tradicionais da maquiagem dos olhos são, claro, preto ou cinza. Você não está limitado a essas opções de cores, mas também pode usar cores menos intensas, como: violeta, chocolate, café, rosa escuro, cobre, verde escuro, azul escuro ou roxo. Lembre-se, ao escolher os tons das sombras, que as cores devem ser escolhidas, tendo em mente a cor dos seus olhos, a cor do cabelo e o tom da pele e não a cor das roupas que você veste. Para maquiagem de olhos esfumaçados, você precisará escolher duas sombras de olhos coordenadas. Uma cor característica mais escura e uma cor de suporte mais clara. Para maquiagem com olhos esfumaçados, qual sombra de olhos colorida tem os olhos azuis? Para os olhos azuis, além de sombra de olho preto ou cinza, violeta, roxo ou azul escuro ficará muito bem. A sombra dos olhos azuis escuros em particular, como será mais escura do que a cor dos seus olhos, irá acentuar os seus olhos azuis. REVENDEDORANATURABR.COM maquiagem com olhos esfumaçados, qual sombra de olhos colorida tem os olhos verdes ou castanhos? Para olhos verdes ou castanhos, além de preto ou cinza, experimente uma sombra de olhos cáqui profunda, verde escuro, marrom, roxo ou cor de ameixa. https://www.byrdie.com/brands-makeup-artists-love maquiagem com olhos esfumaçados, qual cor tem melhor? Para olhos castanhos, além de preto ou cinza, cobre, café e marrom lhe dará um ótimo efeito de olho esfumaçado. Depois de ter escolhido a cor da sua sombra, você precisa escolher a sua cor de sombra para os olhos. Se você preferir usar sombras únicas, em vez de um duo coordenado por cores ou uma tripla sombra para os olhos, escolha uma sombra de olhos de cor clara que corresponda à sua sombra de olhos. As cores possíveis para escolher, para um visual sofisticado e suave, são: lilás, pêssego claro, champanhe, taupe, nude ou uma cor de areia. Para um visual mais dramático e de alto contraste, você pode usar uma sombra de olhos esbranquiçada. Dica de maquiagem Smokey eye: Use sombras de olho em pó. Não use sombras de olhos de textura cremosa, pois elas são mais difíceis de borrar e misturar. Smokey Eye Makeup Guide Passo 2: Escolha o seu lápis delineador. Escolha um lápis delineador macio da mesma cor ou um tom complementar à sombra do seu recurso. Ponta da maquiagem dos olhos esfumaçados: Se possível, escolha um lápis delineador Powderliner. Eles são mais fáceis de misturar e às vezes estão disponíveis com uma ponta de esponja para facilitar a mistura. Dica de maquiagem Smokey eye: Nunca use delineador líquido. https://www.recode.net/2018/5/1/17307816/facebook-dating-app-opt-in-single-status-f8 líquidos são melhores para linhas mais nítidas, não um acabamento suave e sensual. Smokey Eye Makeup Guide Passo 3: Aplique a base da sua fundação. Normalmente você aplicaria sua base completa antes de aplicar a maquiagem dos olhos. Este não é o caso quando se faz a maquiagem dos olhos esfumaçados. Você deve aplicar a maquiagem dos olhos primeiro, assim, se você colocar um pouco da sua sombra no resto do seu rosto, não estragará sua base. Isso também ajuda a evitar o olhar de um olho de guaxinim sob seus olhos. Para uma aplicação de sombra mais suave, que dure mais tempo, você deve primeiro aplicar uma fina camada de base nas pálpebras, seguida por uma fina camada de pó facial para definir a base. Isto lhe dará uma tela limpa para a sua sombra e também ajudará a evitar que a sombra do olho dobre. Isso também lhe dará uma aplicação de sombras mais uniforme e precisa. Smokey Eye Makeup Guide Passo 4: Aplique o seu delineador. Alinhe os aros superior e inferior dos seus olhos com o lápis delineador. Normalmente, você usaria um lápis preto ou lápis de olho de carvão, mas também pode usar um lápis de delineador preto que combine com a cor da sua sombra. Certifique-se de ir para a linha de cílios em si (perto da raiz dos seus cílios). Certifique-se de preencher todos os espaços vazios entre os cílios. Comece pelo canto interno dos olhos com uma linha fina. Conforme você vai para fora, na direção do canto do olho, faça a linha ficar mais pesada. Se você tem alguma linha dura de usar um lápis delineador pesado, você vai querer borrar levemente a linha para que ela fique mais suave e menos dura. https://www.disneyresearch.com/publication/makeup-lamps-live-augmentation-of-human-faces-via-projection/ é muito mais fácil usando um lápis delineador Powderliner com uma ponta de esponja construída para borrar. Ponta da composição do olho de Smokey: c escuro

[axelsagewrites]

Sirius Black*Ravenclaw

There was an issue was my laptop. Long story short I had to wipe it clean and now I don't have word so sorry if theirs any mistakes since I couldn't use spell check. I also forgot how bad WordPad was.

Sirius X Ravenclaw!Fem!Reader

Masterlist HERE

Wattpad HERE

Remus looked at his friend, concern covering his face. Sirius was...studying? No. He couldn't be. Could he?

The werewolf looked over at James, seeing if he had noticed. He had. So had Peter and all three were staring at this spectacle.

The Marauders didn't study. Well, Remus did a little but still. Last time Remus made Sirius study he ripped pages out of the textbook and made them into flying paper dementors, all attacking Remus.

"I know I'm fabulous but can you not stare?" Sirius asked, not looking up from his textbook.

Remus sat his book down, knowing he'd never be able to read it till he figured this out. "Are you feeling okay Padfoot?"

"Just peachy,"

Remus and James shared a look. "Are you sure?" James asked, slowly.

Sirius closed his book with a huff. "Im perfectly fine Prongs. Just figured I'd study a little bit. Nothing wrong with being a little smart, you know."

"Who's the girl?" Peter's voice piped up from the corner.

James and Remus looked confused but Peter just shrugged. Sirius stayed silent for a moment. Suddenly he tossed his book to the floor and dramatically fell back on the couch "She doesn't even know I exist!"

The whole common room turned to him due to the outburst. "Oh bugger off you lot." Sirius scolded them. The young first and second years flinched and scurried off while everyone rolled their eyes, having gotten used to his behavior.

"So let me get this right, you, Sirius Black, fancy someone and are studying to...impress them?" James tried to wrap his head around this.

Sighing, Sirius said "Yes, okay. I'm completely smitten by a Ravenclaw who doesn't know I exist. She also doesn't even notice my incredible good looks or luscious locks. It's insane."

"Who is she?" Remus asked.

"(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

(Y/N) sat in her dorm, reading a muggle book, when her dormmates got back. "Hows the book?" Jess asked.

"Good." (Y/N) said bluntly, trying to not get distracted from her book, Peter Pan by JM Barie.

"Watcha doing later?" Jess asked while she and the girls started rummaging through their trunks. (Y/N) held up her book with a 'duh' expression. Don't get her wrong, she loves the girls, their her closest friends, but cmon, of course, she was going to be reading. "Well, how about you put the book down for a couple hours and come out with us?"

"Out where?" (Y/N) asked hesitantly.

"The Gryffindor, Slytherin match," Jess shrugged.

(Y/N) thought about it. It was a Friday night so she could finish the book after "That's not too bad I suppose. Okay sure."

"Yay." Jess was happier than she should be. "Oh, and you know how after the winning house always through a small get to geth-"

"No." (Y/N) deadpanned.

"Cmon," The girls whined. Jess, Taylor, Rosa, and Ty sat on her bed. "Please come. Please please," Ty begged.

"Why do you want me there? You know I'll just complain?" (Y/N) crossed her arms.

Rosa rolled her eyes "Don't care. We don't want you to become a recluse. You could end up like that Remus kid."

"Hey! He's really nice," Taylor stuck up for him, checks tinted.

(Y/N) leaned forward and pinched them "Someones got a crush," she sang.

"Shut up," Taylor whined. "Besides if you come maybe you'll finally get a boyfriend."

"I don't need a boyfriend," (Y/N) pointed out.

"You don't need books," Ty chimed in.

(Y/N) gasped, clutching the book to her chest "How dare you?!"

"What will it take?" Jess sighed. (Y/N) leaned back and thought about it. A smirk took over her face. "Oh no," Jess paled.

After the girls agreed to get her a new book, each, she agreed to go. But only if "We get to get you ready,"

The match wasn't too bad. The girls dressed (Y/N) up in a slightly baggy sweater and skinny jeans. It was what was going on after that scared (Y/N). She knew the girls wouldn't let her go to a party like this.

The match, however, was fine. Most of the time Slytherin and Gryffindor were neck and neck despite a chaser having to switch out last minute. Apparently, the chaser had come down with the 'sniffles' /Cough*Slytherin*Cough/ and had to be switched out for someone else. Sirius, (Y/N) thinks.

He seemed to be keeping up fine, despite not being on the team, until suddenly he stopped, froze even. He'd been flying straight to the Slytherin goal, quaffle in hand when he looked over to the stands.

Gryffindors and Slytherins stayed on specific sides but Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were mixed in, supporting either side. A group of Ravenclaw girls was cheering for the Gryffindors, one wearing skinny jeans and a baggy sweater; (Y/N).

(Y/N) thought she had made eye contact with Sirius when he stopped but she assumed she was just being self-centered.

Slytherin was able to get the quaffle from Black which kicked him back into gear.

Gryffindor won, despite Black's sudden freeze, and the crowd cheered. As (Y/N) and her friends starting heading back up to the school Jess said they'd have to hurry to get ready.

(Y/N) was used to watching her friends get ready but not doing it herself. This time it was her they shoved in the chair in front of the vanity to get ready.

She had nothing against makeup, normally just too lazy to put it on, but she had to admit they did good. Nothing too over the top, just a brown smokey eye, winged liner, and purple-ish chapstick. Oh and face makeup but it was subtle.

The outfit however...maybe not. (Y/N) was used to baggy clothes, men's clothes even, for comfort. No one likes to curl up in a book while trying to make sure nothing pops out or skirt rides up.

A leather skirt, rolling stones tee, and heeled ankle boots wasn't a normal outfit choice for (Y/N). The tee was hers, slightly oversized as usual, but it was tucked into the skirt. The skirt was Ty's while the heels were Taylors. Jess had rolled the short sleeves of the tee for a 'better' look.

"I look," (Y/N) began, her friends nervous for her reaction "Amazing," they let out a sigh of relief "But this," she gestured to her whole outfit "Is weird and won't be happening ever again. Got it?"

When (Y/N) got to the party she got a few compliments about her outfits and a few stares. Although she didn't appreciate the stares from guys the compliments from girls were great. Most people did a double take though. (Y/N) knew she looked good when she got done up but was too lazy to do it on a daily basis.

Her and her friends though all agreed to ignore all the guys and just have a fun time, considering it wasn't likely (Y/N) would do it again in a long time.

They stood by the couches, sitting on the back of them, talking with some Gryffindor girls. "Hey, I'm going to get another drink," Ty announced.

"I'll come too," (Y/N) followed Ty to the makeshift food and drinks tables. She had to admit the Gryffindors knew how to make a setup.

Instead of being in the common room, like most other houses, it was held in the room of requirement. This lets them set up this long table filled with different treats, snacks, and drinks. Alcoholic and not.

(Y/N) pondered over whether or not to get an alcoholic one. "Ohh, being a daredevil?" Ty teased when (Y/N) inspected a can of something.

"Maybe," she gave a sly smirk "I dunno though. Sure it drank before but not at a party."

Ty slung an arm around her shoulder, squeezing it "It's up to you but why not? One drink won't hurt."

"Ohh is this the peer pressure mum warned me about?" She joked. Looking at the can she eyed it over before deciding "Screw it. One won't hurt." When Ty didn't reply (Y/N) looked up. "Go talk to him,"

"We promised-"

"Go. Seriously. I'll cover you if it comes to it." (Y/N) told her friend. Ty looked a bit nervous "Go! I'll wait here for you."

"I mean, I guess I could go say hi."

"Too late." (Y/N) grinned as Dirk Cresswell waved to Ty. "Have fun," (Y/N) pushed Ty with a smirk. Ty glared at her but went over to Dirk.

(Y/N) laughed lightly. She looked over and saw her friends had moved from the couches to beer pong. (Y/N) shrugged it off and decided to stay at the table. There was food here so...

The Marauders laughed, Sirius the loudest, as James levitated Sirius in the air. While he was up there he looked over the room and saw her, (Y/N) standing by the food table. "Put me down, mate." His voice still held laughter.

Sirius said a quick goodbye before rushing through the crowd to where (Y/N) was. His confidence dropped slightly, seeing she wasn't there, but picked up when he noticed she had just moved down the table.

Padfoot took a deep breath before walking over. She had been standing by the food, reaching for a treacle tart, when Sirius 'accidentally' bumped into her while reaching for one as well. "Sorry 'bout that love," he told her.

"It's alright," she said, passing Sirius a tart "Here,"

"Thanks. Um, you look, um very nice," Sirius felt his confidence melt away as he stood before her.

"Thanks," her voice had dropped some of its cheery tones.

Sirius noticed the can and couldn't stop himself "You drink?"

(Y/N) chuckled "Yup. Everyone surprised I'm not a goody to shoes."

"No its just, you don't seem the type. I mean I'm surprised you're here and not reading a book or something,"

"Well alas, my friends insisted," Somehow the conversation just kept going and Sirius found himself more and more surprised, and more and more smittened.

She drank, liked rock music, had an amazing sense of humor, and wasn't slightly fazed when the Marauders joined them and made completely inappropriate jokes.

As the night went on though their groups merged. (Y/N) and her friends, and the marauders basically kicked the people off the couches and took them for themselves. Remus, surprisingly, was flirting with one of her friends.

However, the night was drawing to a close. Sirius asked if he could walk (Y/N) back to her dorm. "Nah its okay. Me and the girls were gonna walk back,"

"The girls and I," Sirius corrected her "Its cool to correct a Ravenclaw,"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes "Night Sirius,"

"Wait, you know my name?" Sirius blurted out. Throughout the whole night, they never introduced themselves. But realistically ofcourse she knew his names.

"Yeah," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "You sit behind me in Muggle studies," (Y/N) turned to leave with her friends but turned around "You know the seat next to me is empty. Maybe you could sit there sometimes?" she suggested, checks tinged.

"Yeah, um, that um sounds yeah um cool, uh. Yeah." Sirius couldn't help but lose his cool. His friend's sniggers didn't help. "See you then."

"Night Sirius." (Y/N) smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek before scurrying off with her friends, all of them giggling.

"Night," he breathed out, his friends laughing and patting his back.

[francofolle]

This is Northern California right now (11-08-18). I can’t believe the effect of the fire in Butte County. I’m like in the middle of Santa Rosa and Napa. It’s too far to threaten us but the smoke is really terrible and I don’t see it getting better for a while. The Redding fire kept the skies orange-ish and smokey for nearly two months this summer.

And as anxious and as awful as I feel, my heart goes out to Butte county and everyone being evacuated. I hope they stay safe.

If you’re in Northern California, keep an eye on air quality and try to stay inside if you can. If it gets bad enough or if you have respiratory issues, make sure to wear a N95 or P100 mask when outside.

I’m pretty sure most of Northern California has red flag warnings right now, so please be extra careful.

And finally. Any climate change deniers can unfollow me right now.