#sparkly gun stickers

[meet-me-at-the-food-court]

[apollowhoo]

Hello there could you please do a continuation of gravity falls one shot?

With 3-4 year old Pines reader. Their interactions with Mabel, Dipper, Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford, Wendy and Soos? You can make parts of it.

Like how they treat them, etc. Also will they keep the danger stuff a secret? If they do and the child found out how will they protect them?

GRAVITY FALLS X CHILD!READER PART 1

Glitter Wars and Secret Smiles

The Mystery Shack’s attic is a rainbow-colored wonderland, strewn with crafts, stuffed animals, and an EXPLOSION of glitter. Mabel sits on the floor, hot glue gun in hand as she works on her latest art project—a glittery crown fit for royalty. The reader, dressed in a matching llama sweater, is right beside her, carefully sticking sparkly stars onto a small paper sword.

“Look at you! My little knight in sparkly armor!” Mabel grins, pressing a handful of stickers onto the reader’s cheek. “Now we just need to find a dragon to slay.”

The reader giggles, waving their paper sword. “I’m brave!”

Mabel’s smile falters for just a second, thinking of the real dangers that lurk outside their safe little bubble. But she quickly shakes it off, determined to keep things light. “You’re the bravest! Braver than Dipper when he sees a spider, that’s for sure.”

The reader’s eyes widen. “Dip scared?”

Mabel leans in, whispering as if sharing the world’s greatest secret. “Yep. But don’t tell him that I told you—he likes to pretend he’s a big tough guy.”

They continue crafting. Mabel watches her little sibling, filled with a fierce protectiveness. If she can keep things sparkly and fun, they’ll never have to know about the monsters. And that’s good enough for her.

[in-daddy-price-we-trust]

All I Wanted - Part 3

summary: when you are kidnapped discovered by TF141 they can't help but fall in love.

pairing: 141 x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of child abuse, drugs, canon typical violence, kidnapping

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: so uh.. not dead.. I kinda forgot about thos between school and life so apologies for not posting.. for two months.. anyways, enjoy the chapter <3

You POV

Soap continued to ramble on about this and that, with Gaz occasionally butting in when necessary, as the pair showcased the base to you and how they weren't staying much longer. Something about how they had better chances finding this Nombre person in Mexico, where they were originally.

Gaz brought up the other members when they entered the shooting range, just past the training room. Apparently the barracks were deeper into the facility, (how much you believe that you aren't entirely sure). He pointed to two figures standing next to eachother, conversing with adoration in their eyes, "That's Alejandro-" you followed his finger to the taller of the two, "-And that's Rudy, they're a package deal if you get what I mean," To ensure his comment came across perfectly, Gaz shot you a wink.

With a clap on the back, Soap pushed you towards the two lovebirds. It was Alejandro who noticed you first, "Ah, here she is! Hola, niña, estas muy pequeño!" Rudy looked at the man fiercely before elbowing him in the ribs, "Qué? I was just pointing out the obvious mi vida!" A long sigh left Rudy at Alejandro's incompetence.

"So sorry about him, Ale can be, stupid occasionally," Rudy's smile was warm and inviting. Alejandro scowled at Rudy before giving a sympathetic grin towards you, a nod of the head as an apology.

"Do you want to show us how well you can shoot?" Soap gestured to the gun poking out of the duffle bag, a cheeky look in his eyes.

You moved too quickly for them to register, the eye piercing pink with hello kitty, kirby and cat stickers moulded into the metal of the rifle. A sparkly purple keychain dangling from it, blue stars twinkling alongside. The hold was confident, strong and firm, an aim to please familiar to the hardened soldiers.

Gaz gave a soft chuckle at the obvious excitement, pointing in the direction of the shooting range. Lines of plywood separating lanes with hip level metallic benches. Long pathways with human shaped targets, most paper but a few were made of a harder substance such as cardboard. Some of these were hidden behind more bits of scrap wood.

Practically skipping over and setting up the perfect first shot. And that's what it was; well maybe to some it could have been better but instantly the gun continued to fire again at a different target, and then another and another. Bullet casings falling past your face at each reload.

To be honest, you could have gone the whole day, it was when a hand on your shoulder pulled you away from the rhythmic sound of metal hitting the cold concrete. The action made you jerk, a startled yelp following as you whipped your head to the side, staring up at Skully. A very audible gulp was heard throughout the now silent room.

For a while nothing happened. A staring contest happening between the two of you before he spoke up, "..Sorry.." his voice was rough and deep, the words so softly spoken you were sure you misheard the behemoth of a man. "Good shot kiddo, but think about breathing. You're gonna make yourself pass out if you hold ya' breath for that long, hmm?" His eyes were an endless void of darkness, the coffee and gold colours swirling into a beautiful helix of patterns. The words soaked into your brain as you came to the conclusion.

"Yes Sir!" The smile plastered on your face was one of pure adoration, the twinkle in your eyes matching that on the glitter sparkling on the rifle, still clasped in your almost too small hands.

-

The shooting lasted a while. Each man giving tips and tricks to you, letting you improve on your gunmanship. Eventually, the sun slowly lowered in the sky, and the canteen opened for dinner. A selection of grimy looking slop, greens, beans and a lukewarm soup.

They gave recommendations of what to have and what to avoid (mostly the slop). The soup was better than you thought. Leek and potato. Though, there weren't any potatoes in it, just soft clumps of leek with other veggies thrown in to pad it out.

Tables weren't assigned in the mess hall, but it seemed each group had claimed a table. You bit your lip, standing in the middle, tray in hand. A whistle caught your attention, Gaz calling you over to their table.

You set the tray down next to Ghost before Price walked in, marching over to table 141. He gave you a warm smile as he saw you eating. "Glad to see ya eating, dolly," in return, you gleamed up at him, a spoonful of soup making its way down your throat.

At least half an hour passed, the group chattering and giggling at the stories and jokes that were passed around, before a yawn interrupted the fun. It was Soap who noticed - "Aye lass, ya tir'd?" a meek nod a was All it took before he started to rise, being stopped by the Captain.

"I've got her Johnny. Cmon dolly, I'll show ya you're room," A hum was all that followed.

The walk was comfortable, going back through the winding halls and plain walls. Price stopped abruptly at one of the doors, Knockin on the solid wood. "Here ya are. I put ya next to me, hope you don't mind, you get a bigger room- and~" He drew out the ending as he opened the door, "-an ensuite bathroom!"

You giggled at the man, going in and exploring the room a bit. "Does that mean I have to listen to your snoring, sir?" It was said cheekily, the smirk evident on your face and the chuckle on his lips.

"Aye, so better invest in some ear plugs!"

Giggles erupted from you, turning to face him. Braces were on show with how wide your grin was. "Thank you.." was all that was said. And a nod was all that was needed, Price turned leaving the room with a click of the door.

You faceplanted onto the bed, soft duvet covers wrapping around you like a burrito as sleep quickly overcame you. Soft snores left you as the moon rises high into the sky.

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[sopiao]

hii! hopefully you’re not swamped with requests or studies 😓

but can i request a hyper fem reader (uses she/her) that also wears a mask just as much as ghost? always wearing pink, gets her nails super long and glittery, pink gun, pink knives with stickers. like she is only ever seen in a mask. only way she can express herself is through make up and the 141 always notices little details or changes. even after killing and enemy and there’s blood across their face and mask but still mange to look so cute and bubbly.

could you use the callsign you use? i feel like shark would totally fit this!

have a good day!! ^^

-🧸

OMG???? LIKE?? YESS???????

I FUCKING LOVE RHIS IDEA SM!!

(dw bbg- studies r getting better :))

141 with a hyperfem masked female reader

When your first recruited and joined the task force everyone just stops and stares when you walk into the room.

They’re confused when your face is covered, only eyes being visible, makes them even more intrigued with you.

They’d 100% unconsciously move to the side to make a path for you when you walk by.

I feel Soap would be very interested and excited whenever you get new nails, always super sparkly, pink, pastel, and covered in charms and pearls.

Soap is always the first one to see and the one to pick out your next colors. His favorite combo being pink and green.

Shark would call everyone baby girl when they’re all grown men with balls (hopefully y’all saw that tweet).

“Is you LGB? cuz your gun pink” -Gaz

Constantly leaves glitter everywhere you walk.

Definitely gave everyone ‘1 whore 1” pins with a hello kitty with a pink AK behind her for Christmas. Which they all wore on their vest.

You would give out stickers as a form of praise and reward like teachers would to kindergartners.

Price would keep all the stickers you give or just leave behind in your path.

—

“Soap!” You walk into the rec room, not even bothering to look for him, just calling out his name (not the obnoxious loud kind of yell). He immediately would drop whatever he’s doing, a conversation, a game, a task. Knowing by your tone and excitement in your voice that you already have a new set.

“Oohh! Even better than the last” He says, smiling when you lay your hands out for him, he smiles even more when he sees that you picked charms that he recommended.

“I liked last weeks better, had more glitter” Ghost sudden appearance made you both jump. Almost bumping into him since he was leaning over your shoulder behind you.

Sometimes during briefing, you’d rest your head on one hand and the other would be around Soap’s shoulders, ever so often scratching his head and ruffling his hair like a dog. Some recruits would mistake you two as a couple, they’d comment how they can tell you’re the more dominant one.

—

Ghost would always be next to you, sometimes by coincidence, but mostly by preference. Whenever you two walk into the room together you always call him your twin or your mini-me.

“Can’t tell the difference, huh?” You asks the latest recruits, elbow resting against Ghost, pointing between the two of you. Even though there’s a very obvious height difference, your dramatic lashes and pink eyeshadow boomed through your balaclava, you had pink guns and knives in your holster, pink and yellow glow sticks on your belt, and Ghost was a 6’4 built like a Greek God british man.

But the rookies are too intimidated by both of you that they’re too scared to even disagree. Just nodding vigorously as you skip away with Ghost following behind.

—

“Take cover!” You yell, tossing a grenade across the barrier, signaling you’re teammates about the blow. Within seconds the ground shakes and you can hear bodies being thrown due to the impact. Unexpectedly to them a cloud of pink and glitter exploded along with the grenade.

“What the fuck?” Gaz looks up after a light layer of glitter dusts on top of him. The rest of them looking up and seeing the pink in the sky.

“Rest in pink” You bow your head to pay your respect.

—

“Shark..” Price speaks up beside you, the rumbling of the truck going on rocky terrain constantly rocks your body against his. You immediately snap to look at him, almost making jump from your crazed but happy eyes.

“Why don’t you wipe all that off, sweetheart?” He asks, holding out his handkerchief for you, motioning to the blood that’s splattered across your mask and whatever it could touch on your uncovered part of your face.

“No”

“Why not?” Gaz asks, from your other side.

“I don’t wanna smudge my makeup :(“

—

“Shark, did you do something different with your makeup?” Gaz asks once you walk into the meeting room to meet the rest of them. Yes, you did do something, there are little white and magenta accents in your eye lashes. Gives your eyes and lashes a highlight of color.

“Why yes I did. Thank you for noticing, sweetie” You pinch his cheek and sit on the empty seat next to him.

“You changed your highlighter too” Ghost speaks up from next to you, he can tell with your eye shadow and slight nose contour that you switched to a more finer and brighter highlighter.

“Did you change how you do your eyeliner? Looks bolder” Soap asks, inspecting your eyes closer.

“I think you look nice overall, hun” Price chuckles at how they inspect and comment on every little change of your appearance. Your just proud that you’ve taught your boys well, being able to know the names of every makeup technique and step.

—

“You got a little bit of Shark on you” Price interrupts Ghost mid sentence to point out the small patch of glitter on his shoulder.

A couple days later Ghost stops him for the same thing.

“Cap, you got a lil Shark on you” He taps him on the back and shows a small strawberry sticker that was stuck on his vest.

[ellieismybbg]

her gun is pink, sparkly, has cupcake and princess stickers and is glittery (so is her strap) 🎀💝💘

[biblicallyinaccuratespoons]

Linked Universe Links Custom Skates Explained!

yeah, i'm really milking this, aren't i? based on this post of mine!

Close-ups and explanations under the cut!!

Legend: his in-lines were half custom built, half attacked with leather/vinyl paint and stickers. Marin painted the hibiscus while Ravio put on the rupee sticker and Legend was gifted the pink bunny. The toe protector was an add on by Ravio to tie in the magenta wheels. They’re a bit of a hodgepodge but Legend likes them.

Hyrule: his are hand-me-downs from someone in the chain. Wild, probably. Once he can actually skate he’s planning on getting a nice pair for himself. According to Legend these skates were once a nice light yellow.

Warriors: CUSTOM SUEDE MOXI SKATES. Yes i am dropping names in this lmao. He originally started the sparkly wheel kick the chain seems to be on. His other skate has the reverse stopper (stopper on the back) as his are specifically made for dancing. He religiously takes care of the suede and keeps his bearings perfectly cleaned and oiled, and his trucks perfectly loosened to his liking. Yes they were over $500. Yes they were worth it. If you were wondering: yes. The wheels light up too. i want them so badlyyyy

Wind: they were a regular pair of Rio skates that he let Tetra take leather paint to. She tried to paint the ocean but it turned out more like blue flames. Whatever, he likes them. They go fast and he had fun making them his. Once he stops growing he’s gunning for a better pair though, ones that go EVEN FASTER. my friend @/lunalia_121 on twitter helped me figure out the design of these!

Time: He bought his Riedells back in ‘86 and he’s NOT giving them up. These things go for $2000 now! He recently had to replace his wheels since they finally wore out (again, they’re ancient), Warriors convinced him to join the sparkly side. He has long ass laces that he has to wrap around his boot at least twice before they’re even manageable. Next time Warriors is gonna need to bring him to get new stoppers, they are just about worn out too. He also likes keeping his trucks nice and loose, a trait Warriors learned from him.

Wild: As i said; derby style skates. Flora painted the silent princess on his heel for good luck and he personally seeks out to murder anyone who makes him scuff it by accident. He skates for the Sheika team and therefore their logo is both on his helmet and scribbled onto his skates. tie up your goddess-damned laces

Twilight: HOWDY. YOU ASK I DELIVER, WHAT CAN I TELL YA? But no, I un-ironically love these. He found them on the internet and fixed them up. He loves them so much, the matte leather is always taken care of perfectly. When he’s not wearing them he keeps a skate key in them. Since they were kinda cheaply made the trucks and shocks are always wonky so he has to fix them up at the beginning of every night. He’s saving up to rebuild them.

Four: padded vinyl skates. They were originally made as dancing skates, but he just uses them for leisure. One of Warrior’s friends outgrew them so they sold them to Four for a good price. They’re a little much with all the gold and embellished stitching, but he likes them. He keeps up the different coloured wheels even if it means he buys Four packs when he needs more. Though, he doesn't have to buy a new set the next four times the wheels go wonky.

Sky: gimme these i need them so bad please please PLEASE!!! They were just plain blue Impalas when he bought them, Sun said they were too plain. Sky painted the design on the tongue and the clouds, Sun found the wings in a skate store and added on the details so they looked more like Sky’s bird, Crimson. Another perpetrator of the sparkly wheel agenda.

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the art of this took six hours from start to finish, so yeah, I'm really proud of it! i may end up making more of these if you like them, and if you draw any of the characters in these, tag me!!!!

[respiratory-kristem]

Kris information!!

It's all under the cut :)

@fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @justsigma-bsd @currentlyeatingrocks

@fedya-the-rat-god @casinoownersigma @purplelockscreen @reaper-beneath-the-moon

@oscarsgallery @sayuutoria

@discourse-on-decadence @futuremafiabossdazaiosamu @the-caged-jester / @juniper-bunch @sugarthebee

TW for abuse, death, substance addiction, mentions to gore, body disfiguration, s/h, violence etc etc

Misc stuff

Derogatory terms he calls himself:

Failure

Revived Corpse

Weapon

Flesh puppet [with a soul]

Puppet

Addict

Monster

Creature

Demon

Empty doll

A thing to be manipulated

Creature of bloodlust

Frankenstein

Corpse puppet

Favorite things / Likes / Things that’ll win him over:

Robert the Lion, his plush toy

Bread

Cold cuts

Cheese

Chocolate cake

Brownies

My Chemical Romance

Sparkly stickers

Trains

Whiskey, wine and beer

Praise

Bubbles

Knives, machetes etc

Really decorated guns

His Nintendo + Video games in general

Five Nights at Freddy’s

The colors purple, pink and black

Sparkles

Gay shit

Feathers

Coffee

Spicy food

Homemade Indian food

Schnitzel

Bunnies

Cats

Oranges, Mangoes and apples

Hobbies / Interests:

Gaming

Singing (but he never does it in front of anyone)

Mathematics

Drawing

Reading

Writing

Painting

Composing music

Weapon collecting

Gun customization 

Ability details

Tendrils act as extra limbs

Can summon about thirty tendrils at a time

Most of them come from his back, he can summon them from the ground in a 5 feet radius around him as well

When not in use, they can take the form of wings but when he deactivates the ability they all disappear. Injuries sustained remained though.

Favorite family members

Fukuzawa (obviously)

Sigma

Karma

Oscar

Atsushi (BEAST)

Extra information

His top three games to play FNAF, Monopoly and Mariokart!! Mario Party Superstars and Super Mario Wonder are close runner ups

He can cook contrary to popular belief. He can cook palak paneer, schnitzel, ramen and idli sambar very very well. He does often set things on fire in the process but it’s tasty!

He can’t feel high temperature. He has no sense of heat

He does start calling his old boss from the mafia “Boss” or his mother “Mama” when he’s in a bad mental state

He loves turtlenecks an unhealthy amount

He also loves chunky booths and certain chokers

He likes emo / punk aesthetics

He loves to wear dresses or fem clothing and does his makeup sometimes

He has worn a bunny suit on several occasions for fun

He will also wear dresses and bunny suits for his boyfriend too

He’s got quite a bit of money from Katie’s will/inheritance

He owns a house in Sweden

His left eye is extremely weak

Behavior patterns

A absolute sucker for headpats and pets. He doesn’t care about the feeling or motive behind them, he will melt into the touch and slowly grow more attached to the person giving them to him

He loves rewards. Food, clothes, anything. He loves loves loves rewards

Doctors make him spiral. Even seeing a long white coat will send him into a panic, and he hates medical equipment

It’s even worse with needles. He sees a syringe, a needle or anything of the sort and he’ll be sent into a panic attack or a hallucination episode

Weirdly he finds some comfort in basements. Because when he was in the basement in the mafia he was “safe” with his box and plush, he couldn’t be hurt by punishments or Boss

He loves cheese. Katie used to only really manage to sneak scraps of cheese, bread and cold slices of meat to him when Kris was forced to starve as punishment, which led to him to viewing all of those as “safe foods” and finding deep comfort in them

He’s used to being called derogatory terms such as ‘creature’, ‘weapon’, ‘monster’, ‘demon’ etc etc so he often tries to call himself those terms when he thinks he’s done a “bad thing”

Dissection was a punishment in the mafia so when he’s had a really really bad day he will gut/dissect himself to punish himself

He drinks a lot after bad days

He spends time on roofs and throws things off of them to release anger and stress

Easily manipulated because he just needs to be praised and given physical affection. Currently working on it

Has bad trust issues but if someone tells him something that feeds into his own insecurities he will believe it after a little convincing

Behavior patterns (fused)

He will grow attached to a person he views as “Boss” and absorb some of their personality traits

He will also grow attached to anyone who speaks German with him!!

He only really eats human flesh when in this state. Any other type of food makes him nauseous and he can only really stomach raw flesh and blood

He has a permanent smile stuck on his face so he uses his eyes and the glow levels in them to show his emotions. Plus when he’s excited or angry or deeply annoyed more black liquid will drip from his mouth

The liquid dripping from his eyes will always be trickling out. It doesn’t matter how he feels, it’s an eternal flow of neon goop

He can’t really feel any other emotion other than all-consuming destructive anger, intense overwhelming joy, or complete and utter boredom or annoyance.

He’s basically run by his thirst for blood and violence, and his need for death and slaughter

He has really spotty memories when he unfuses, being able to remember some things but not others. These amnesia barriers are really frustrating for him

Does not trust anyone. Will only act on his own impulses + bloodlust and orders from whom he views as “Boss”

He genuinely is a monster. A weapon to be utilized for mass destruction

[vhagarswattle]

People are being so demented about Luigi mangione….I just saw a woman with a sparkly sticker of him on her kindle that said ‘the peoples princess’. Please remember he is just some random guy. why do we have to meme him into a character. He’s just some weird guy with a gun.

[vanessaedp]

Mistletoe ★ | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

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(this is my first ff pookies so forgive me if its shiet also its fluff so sorry lolz)

Ghost didn't liked you. He thought you were pretty. He thought you were smart. Most of all, he thought you were just as good as him. Something most people were unable to acomplish.

It was the holidays at Task Force 141 and you were helping Soap, Gaz and Price decorate around the base.

"Oi, Y/N get the mistletoe then toss it up 'ere." Soap ordered as he hung some bunting along the roof, Price and Gaz helping him with it. You nodded and turned your attention to searching for the mistletoe. You didn't understand why they needed it, its not like they're actually going to kiss eachother.

There were at least 4 boxes full of pointless decorations however, you end up finding yourself elbow deep searching for some stupid mistletoe.

"D'ya need a hand?" A deep, intimidating voice boomed from behind you. The one you loved. You didn't have to turn your head to know who it was, you simply nodded your head and scooted to the side.

"Yeah, I'm looking for some mistletoe for the decorations." You glanced at Ghost who seemed to have sat beside you without making a sound. "Johnny insists." You exhale through your mouth.

"Hm." Ghost huffs and reaches both arms in, pulling the decor apart so theres a gaping hole with a dusty peice of plastic mistletoe sitting in the middle. "Found it." He steals a glance at you. You tense up in fear he could break something yet you shake that fear off and reach in, pulling the mistletoe out and giving Ghost an appriciative smile.

"Thanks." You say, allowing your eyes to linger on his mask for a few more seconds before he brings you back to reality when he stands up.

He watches as you stand and dust yourself down. He had debated reaching out for you and helping you up but he refused to himself. He didn't want you to think he was a weirdo. You sense his discomfort and wave him goodbye as you toss the mistletoe to Johnny. You can't help but turn to Ghost who quickly pulls his gaze somewhere else. You chuckle and head back to your dorm.

Later that night, Ghost hears a knock at his door. He opens it to see you standing with a small box in your hand. It's decorated with a black ribbon and a silly doodle of a skull. "Is that for me?" Ghost asked, his tone a little shocked.

"Well, its not going to be for anyone else if it has a little skull, is it?" You scoffed and handed it to him. You watched as his eyes softened at the gift inside. He pulled it out and chuckled, it was a pink M9 with cutesy, sparkly stickers. "Do you like it?"

Ghost placed the gun back into the box and placed it on a surface beside him. "I do, yeah. Thanks." He turns his head to you, his eyes delaying by at least 2 seconds. "I dont get gifts often." He admitted and leaned against the door hinge.

"Why not?"

"Dunno... Thanks, though." He leaned down, his eyes boring through yours which caused heat to rise to your cheeks. He seemed to notice that.

"Your um.. your welcome." You looked everywhere but his eye. Your tounge darted out of your mouth to lick your lips.

"C'mere.." Ghost reached out for you and his fingers dug into your waist slightly as he pulled you close and lifted his mask so his lips were visible. You eagerly kissed him and your arms snaked around his neck. It was a passionate 10 seconds before you pulled away to catch your breath. Ghost pressed a kiss against your cheek. You stepped back into the hallway and you could swear you felt your legs turn to jelly for a moment.

"Merry-... Merry Christmas." You giggle as you look up at him pulling his mask back down.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

[littlemisslift123]

tips on how to lyft from u1ta/ s3ph0ra??

So where I live we don't have u1ta but we do have s3ph0ra (cause where isn't there s3ph0ra?)

I actually have gotten away with quite a lot at s3ph0ra, like I don't do huge hauls from there but I do manage to get some stuff.

My tips are as follows:

chat up the workers, and ask questions. if you brush them off it seems sus IMO but you don't have to be tooooooo chatty. just be nice, ask questions about stuff, and ask for a color match maybe.

the second tip is the magic bag/long sleeves trick. so I have this lunchbox that allows me to slip things in very discretely. like the strap is very close to the opening and so if I hold it like at my wrist, and I'm wearing long sleeves which cover the "hole", it's pretty easy to just slip whatever in there.

3- the squat and conceal. Wear a coat or a sweater for this. you squat down with something discretely in your hand (or basket) and either on your way down/ or already down, slip this in your purse. hold your purse close to your body, and "in" your open sweater. you'll squat down and pretend to look at the bottom row of products. maybe swatch a bit, read ingredients, whatever, just make it believable that you're actually just squatting to check something out.

four! the sleeve-in. easy, been there, done that, just be discrete.

5- don't get too greedy. especially if you're new at lyfting.

six- their security system- at least at my location- is a joke. they use visible (but discreet) RFID stickers. I have never seen an RFID inside a box so far. AGAIN I SAY SO FAR BECAUSE MAYBE THERE ARE SOME I JUST HAVEN'T SEEN. Always, always, always, look inside the box. just make sure. you can never be too safe. always carefully inspect the box from the outside, peel off any RFID. I notice they're always just simple white stickers with an electromagnetic chip inside.

test things out, swatch, whatever. even shit you don't want. so that you really look like you're looking around and aren't going in for specific items that *suddenly* vanish from their stock.

if they ask if you need help or guidance, what I like to do is tell them that I got a gift card for Christmas/my birthday or whatever, and I'm trying to figure out what to buy with it. I say that I don't really wear any makeup so I'm just looking around until something pops out to me. I accept to look at whatever they offer. (till this one bitch showed me a color corrector for my naturally red cheeks. ma'am, it's built-in blush why would I color correct that?)

Anyways: here's the stuff I got from there over the last six-ish months.

skincare:

m1lk makeup c00ling water stick

gl0w recipe avocado nyacinimide dr0ps

lan3ige lip mask in berry

lan3ige primer in that sparkly little pink bottle



makeup:

di0r backstage pink blush

di0r backstage concealer (not a fan, creases like crazy, but the applicator is out of this fucking world. considering emptying it and filling it with my favorite concealer)

di0r lip glow in 001 light pink (can you tell I like di0r???)

di0r lip glow oil in cherry (meh I don't love the tint it leaves behind)

b3n3tint (LOOVE i'm feral for b3n3fit)

b3n3fit highlighter in tickle (LOVE LOVE LOVE)

b3n3fit H00la (too dark for me because i'm literally so fucking pale)

b3n3fit moonsomething blush (too light somehow? maybe i'm just doing it wrong though)

1l1a concealer

i'm forgetting stuff

fragrances:

jul1et has a gun mini

g00cci the pink one in a mini rollerball cause I have the big one but i hate carrying it around.



[bubbles-and-sparks]

What gifts did you get everyone?

I tried my best to customize everyone gift this year!! it took forever and i really hope everyone liked them!! 😓✨✨

Scout - custom painted metal baseball bat

Soldier - new wood carving kit

Demo - a tackle box filled with fishing lures (i didnt know which ones were best, so i picked the prettiest ones hehehe) 😅

Heavy - Gun care set (I had Sniper help me with this one) 😁

Engie - a new custom painted tool box

Spy - sparkly balaclava (it was one he wasnt wearing anymore cause it got stained, but i fixed it!!)

Medic - I made a mask for him with pretty stickers!! ✨✨

Sniper - custom binoculars 👀

[saltyr3mix]

Inside is a bedazzling gun and sparkly stickers

fun! im sure she'll enjoy them!

[ultravioletrayz]

soccer dad!miguel who yawns and grumbles as his eyes adjust to the early morning sun, groggily preparing Gabriela's container of frozen orange slices for today's game. It had come time for Gabi's team to play against that team once again, and Miguel was definitely less than thrilled. As he stacks slices of oranges inside the little pink lunchbox, he grows anxious about how Gabi will be treated on the field... and how he will be treated by that #10 kid's bitchy aunt after his protective outburst at their last game.

soccer dad!miguel who wakes Gabriela up and helps her get ready for her game. He gives her a long and encouraging pep talk as he watches her through the reflection of her vanity mirror, which is covered in stickers and toys dumped on the desk. He ties her hair up in a ponytail, his big, strong hands practically covering her whole head and making it easy for him to hold all of her beautiful brown hair back, but the poor guy fumbles with the tiny hair tie. Miguel listens to Gabi's optimistic predictions about the game as he straightens her shin pads and ties the sparkly blue laces threaded through her cleats.

soccer dad!miguel who refuses to let Gabi walk on any surface other than grass when she's wearing her boots. He paid too much money on the stupid things to have the studs wear down so early on in the season. Plus, what kind of a dad would Miguel be if he made his sweet little all-star stumble around the place when he could carry her instead?

soccer dad!miguel who plays rock songs in the car on the way to the game to get Gabriela hyped. It's become a bit of a tradition, the two of them headbanging to Alice in Chains, Van Halen, Guns 'n' Roses, etcetera. Miguel always has to fix Gabi's hair once he parks the car, loose strands poking out all over the place, the two of them giggling as Miguel shares his last few words of motivation with his angel.

soccer dad!miguel who carries Gabriela out of the car, and immediately spots you with your nephew. You're standing outside of your car with your nephew sitting sideways in the backseat with his little legs dangling out of the car, allowing you to tie his shoelaces and pull his socks up. As Miguel watches you acting so caring, as opposed to how dismissive you were at the last game, he can't help but be drawn to you once again, and this time not just for your body and snarky attitude. You were probably just as protective of your nephew as he is of Gabi. It makes his heart flutter when he starts to fantasise about you being the mother Gabriela desperately needs, and it makes his dick twitch at the thought of his neglected needs being satisfied by a pretty girl like you.

soccer dad!miguel who snaps himself out of his ridiculous thoughts and carries his daughter over to where her coach is setting up their pre-game drills. Gabriela seems to have noticed her dad's staring, a confused, wide-eyed look on her face.

"Papá, why were you looking at #10's tía?" Gabi asks quietly, making Miguel splutter a bit as he tries to laugh it off. Obviously, he couldn't let his daughter know that he wants to fuck her rival's aunt and make her a mother figure for Gabi. It was insane.

"No te preocupes por eso, princesa. Just sizing up the competition." Miguel whispers, pinching Gabriela's cheek to make her laugh, before putting her down on the grass and watching her run over to her teammates.

soccer dad!miguel who always picks the prime spot on the sidelines to spectate the game. He couldn't care less about the fact that his huge, muscular frame blocks the view of every stuck-up soccer mom behind him. He just cares about Gabriela and showing his support.

"¡Sigue así, Gabi! ¡Vamos!" Miguel cheers loudly as Gabi sprints with the ball, trying to make a play against the defenders.

"Hey, dumbass, do you mind? Nobody else can see." A voice from behind Miguel scolds, and his sharp red eyes narrow as he takes a guess at who it could be. He looks over his shoulder to see you, tongue in cheek and arms crossed over your chest, making your delicious tits spill out of your top.

"Not much point in me moving, your nephew's getting his ass kicked 2-0." Miguel scoffs, purposefully trying to rile you up. He had already tried being nice after the incident from the last game, he wasn't about to make the same mistake and look like a fool again.

"You're gonna get your fucking ass kicked if you don't move." You hiss, shoving Miguel out of the way and standing beside him so that you can cheer on your nephew as he helps his team stop Miguel's daughter from scoring against them. He stumbles a bit, that slight contact between your arm and his making him fight back a pathetic moan. You were fucking insufferable, but god damn you were hot.

soccer dad!miguel who spends the remainder of the game either cheering on Gabi as she plays... or arguing with you. The two of you bicker like children, Miguel throwing digs at your nephew's soccer skills while you make empty threats and refrain from making similar comments about his daughter, having already seen how crazily protective he is of his little girl and not wanting to get beat up by a grown man. By the end of the game, the argument had gotten heated, the two of you accidentally scaring off all the other spectators with your yelling and swearing, all over an under 9's soccer game.

"You and your nephew are both fucking brats. I wouldn't be surprised if he grew up to be a slut like you, too!" Miguel shouts, not even really believing the words he's blurting out. But you always seem to have a snarky comeback, he just wants to shut you up.

"You don't even know me, or my nephew. You're just mad that you and your kid are fucking loners ever since the actual slut in this situation decided to leave your pathetic ass! Don't project your sad bullshit onto me." You counter, having heard about Miguel's divorce a little while ago from one of the other parents, deciding to use that against him.

Before Miguel can retaliate, Gabriela and your nephew come rushing over, tears streaming down both of their little faces as they're accompanied by the referee and the club manager for the field you're at. You and Miguel are in deep shit now...

PREV. PART, NEXT PART

tagging people in part 2:

@rxckstarss @ghost-lantern @lauraolar14 @rhythmloid @lazyjellyfish300 @shadofireshinobi @t4naiis @laufftuhh @grapejuicenads @xxsugarbonesxx @lounilu @faimmm @kerwin290710

[respiratory-kristem]

Careful with the stickers they're my favourite sparkly ones

*He gives him a black machete with sparkly stickers of cats on it and a gun*

DONATE YOUR WEAPONS TO YOUR LOCAL BABYGIRL (me)

"I'm going to go fight an evil version of me. No questions ask. Just give me your weapons."

[ylfva-remade]

btw look at these stickers. they’re so cute and sparkly but they are guns. literallyfucking awesome

[ziorite]

the foxes in Disneyland because I’m here for the first time and I’m ridiculously excited :)))

Matt does pull-ups on every conceivable pipe and/or rafter while they wait in line

Nicky brought a disposable camera for the vibes✨ (Renee has a Polaroid for the exact same reason)

Kevin is ridiculously organized about this trip and has been meticulously graphing and studying attraction wait times to optimize their experience

He also forced everyone to get up early so they could beat the lines at like seven in the morning and scan their tickets (He’s holding on to Neil’s because he refuses to buy a decent smartphone)

Aaron gets motion sick but refuses to say anything about it and just bulldozes through every ride

He regrets everything after he gets off the symphony swings at Pixar Pier and pukes into the nearest trash can

Andrew gives zero shits and refuses to go on any rides, so he gets saddled with everyone’s bags (imagine a stone faced Andrew with sparkly princess Minnie ears crammed onto his head sitting on a bench outside big thunder mountain railroad and you get the idea)

Allison went along with Kevin’s 6 AM wake-up call and woke up even earlier so that she could look like a goddamn goddess

Matt is secretly the world’s biggest Disney fan, and he almost bursts into tears when Dan splurges on a giant Stitch plush and bumper stickers for him and his truck

He returns the favor with a custom engraved bracelet reading “Captain of My Heart” and a Monsters Inc. water bottle that screams

Kevin tried to make everyone follow a packing list, emphasizing ponchos, but Neil just kind of did whatever and it results in him getting soaked on several different water rides

Nicky whines about eight hours into the day that his feet hurt and they take everyone into Soarin’ where they see somebody with bare feet sitting above them, curled toes and all

Andrew gets forced onto a few rides and absolutely destroys everyone in Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters

On the other hand, Neil, who has shot a real gun and is unable to adjust to these cartoon-y plastic things, earns a perfectly terrible score

Matt keeps leaning forward to talk to people when they get on and off the Matterhorn, and as a result of the harsh stops, whacks his head on the bar multiple times

Nicky is one of those people that screams for literally no reason every moment that the ride is running- moving in a straight line? Screaming. Going straight? Screaming. Aaron boxes him around the head as they get off of Grizzly Peak because he had to sit next to him

Probably going to come up with more tomorrow :))