#bb glow classes

[newluvrs]

Anton ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎  mdni!! 18+ currently listening to: CRUSH - UNFLIRT word count: 3.2k bb note: shoutout to the last 1 min of this song... dpr supremacy

In the early hours of the morning, wrapped in the long limbs of your boyfriend you come to a realization.  Nothing in the world could make your heart glow as softly as it did when you were with him.  Before you met him you weren’t necessarily insecure.  You knew you were pretty, maybe in an unconventional sense, but regardless you knew your beauty was there.  Your biggest insecurity being that you felt like you lacked a certain softness, a certain gentleness that the rest of your friends seemed to hold.  Baggy clothing and dark tones making up a majority of your wardrobe not exactly screaming feminine to you.  You tell yourself you wouldn’t trade it for the world, that you were comfortable with your body and the way you chose to express your femininity.  But you would be lying if you said you didn’t wish you could be different sometimes.  

When Anton came into your life, you immediately knew he liked you, and you liked him.  Fitting him into your life felt like the most natural thing in the world.  The way in which you started scheduling time for him between classes, or pre-emptively ordering his favorite drink when you went to the café on campus, or how bits of him have slowly started to make themselves apparent in your apartment.  A toothbrush kept for him on your bathroom counter, a drawer reserved for him and his just-in-case clothing, the scent of his cologne lingering on your bed sheets.  You had had boyfriends in the past, but everything with him just felt so natural, so easy.  

With him you didn’t feel like you had to hide anything.  With him everything you did felt desirable.  He let you know you were pretty as you did the most mundane things.  Pulling you into a kiss right after you applied your lip balm.  Kissing the back of your neck as you toy with the clasp to your necklace.  Wrapping his arms around you, pressing himself into your backside as you do your skincare routine.  He was obsessed and you were in love. 

The one downside to this being: if he found everything you did to be desirable, that means everything you did made him hard.  He was embarrassed and apologetic at first, face bright red at the fact that he just got hard from watching you do your post shower routine.  But honestly you just found it hot.  To you there was nothing to be embarrassed about, it just made him unbelievably endearing.  The first time it happened you kissed him through all of his apologies as you stuck a hand down his pants, basking in the sounds he made as he came.  You had no idea that this would be a frequent occurrence, but you would be lying if you said you hated it.  

He stirs next to you now, sighing sleepily as he pushes his hand up your shirt, his massive hand splayed on your tummy.  You’re grateful for the slowness of the morning, having spent the last several days with the both of you waking up and going to sleep at odd hours in an attempt to be prepared for your final exams.  With your back to his chest, you just lay there waiting for him to come to, absentmindedly playing with his fingers, quietly humming to yourself.  He adjusts his placement behind you, pulling you tighter to him as he places a kiss on your shoulder.  It would be a sweet moment if it weren’t for the prominent bulge against your ass.  You try not to laugh at him for it, choosing instead to ignore it.  Or at least you tried to, until he pulled you against him again but this time shifting his hips as he does so before placing a leg between yours.  The placement of his leg against your cunt combined with the occasional kisses being left on your neck leave you feeling a little restless.  You try and move to slip away from him, but all you end up doing is pressing yourself further into him, making him shift his hips against you again, you letting out a soft sigh as he does so.

“Stop squirming.”  

“Then stop pressing your hard on into me??” 

He lets out a groan as he tightens his hold around you, curling into you as he mumbles against your hair.

“I was trying to be sweet.. you ruined it.”  

You could practically hear the pout on his lips, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.  

“If you’re gonna say that at least act like you aren’t totally humping me right now.”  

And its true, he’s gone from subtle pushes against you to full on grinding, a hand placed on your waist fingers digging into your sides as he huffs from behind you.  

“’s your fault.. you’re just so soft and sweet.”  

To emphasize his point he trails a hand up from your waist to grab at your tit, rolling a nipple between his fingers.  Your body arches against him at the contact, trying to grind back onto him.  Noticing this he moves back to your waist, pulling you down against the leg still slotted between yours as he presses kisses to your jawline.  You can feel the hard outline of his cock through the fabric that separates the both of you, and you’re so grateful that the both of you passed out in just boxers.  The way the pressure of his leg feels against your cunt makes you sigh, the pleasure satisfying with each push and pull.  It’s starting to get hot under your comforter, and you can feel how sticky you’re getting with each push against him, growing wetter by the minute.  

Reluctantly you pull away from him, doing your best to detach yourself from his still-moving hips and death grip on your sides.  You choose instead to turn to look at him for the first time this morning and you’re met with the prettiest sight.  His dark hair is messy over his eyes, all fucked up from sleep.  A light blush is dusting his cheeks as he lets out little pants and just as you suspected, his pretty lips are pulled into a pout.  You feel so lucky to be the only person who gets to see him this way.  You feel even luckier that he makes you feel so wanted.  Lucky that he’s here with you, in your bed, tangled in your sheets, and horny because of you.  So deeply in love with you in all your ratty t-shirt, barefaced, boxer-wearing glory.  

Before he can question why you pulled away, you’re kissing him, lips locked with his as he places a hand on the back of your neck to keep you in place.  The way he gasps into your mouth as you slide a hand over his boxers feels correct.  You pull away from the kiss as you palm him, watching the way he closes his eyes and tosses his head back into your soft pillows.  He wraps a hand around your wrist to keep your hand still as he grinds up into it, and you smile at how cute he is when he whines.  If you were meaner you would pull your hand away to see the way he chases you, but the way he looks right now is just too heavenly.

“Fuck y/n, feels so good.”  

You just let out a hum at his reaction before you pull your hand away too soon, much to his discontent.  When he opens his eyes he just barely catches as you lick your palm before sticking your hand under his waistband, making direct contact with his hard cock.  His reaction is immediate, bucking his hips up into your hand as you slowly start to jerk him off.  He tosses an arm across his face, groaning out into the stillness of your bedroom as you press gentle kisses against his throat.  

“feel good?”  

“mhm.” 

Content with his answer, you move to lie against his chest, just resting your head against him as he fucks your hand.  It’s sweet and slow, this moment that you share.  It’s only interrupted when his moans start to take on a whinier pitch as he starts to push at your hand still wrapped around him.

“Y/n fuck, wait- don’t want to cum yet.”  

Slowly you come to a stop, pulling away from him even as he subconsciously tries to push against you again at the loss of contact.  When you sit up to look at him he looks sheepish, trying to keep up the façade of innocence like he wasn’t just fucking your hand.  Instead of pressing him about it, you let him lay you down, pulling you into a kiss as he does exactly what you just did to him, mirroring the way you slipped a hand into his shorts.  He slides 2 fingers through your wetness before slowly pushing them into you, shallowly thrusting them inside you until your walls start to let him in.  His palm grinds against your clit as he rubs at your walls, pulling away from making out with you so he can push your shirt over your chest.  Leaving open-mouthed kisses against your tits before he sucks one into his mouth, nipping at it occasionally as he finger fucks you.  All you can do is lie there and take it as you gasp into the air.  You want so badly to keep your eyes open so you can see him and how pretty he looks when he pleases you but it just feels too good.   He pulls away from your chest to watch how you react to what he gives you, cock aching in his boxers at the sight.  

“You’re so pretty baby.. I could watch you forever.” 

You feel warm inside at his words, turning to hide your face from his gaze so he can’t see the way your face is starting to redden.  It’s all in vain though because he slides his fingers out of you, grabbing your jaw to kiss you using the same hand that was just inside of you.  You have half a mind to feel even more embarrassed but its just so hot.  The kisses getting messier as both of you succumb to your desire.  Your lips swollen from the way he pulls away to occasionally nip at them before pressing his mouth against yours again.  When you start to pull on his shirt he gets the hint, breaking away from you to pull it over his head.  He tosses it somewhere on your bedroom floor before pulling yours off as well, leaving kisses on your chest with each piece of skin that gets revealed.  

It's so intimate when he goes back to kissing you, your bare chest pressed to his as you cling on to his broad shoulders.  The skin-to-skin contact makes you dizzy, throat going dry at the vulnerability of it all.  Soon enough you start to want more and he can tell, the change evident in the way you start to squirm for some semblance of relief.  He kisses you one last time before sitting up, reveling in the way you try to chase his lips.  

“How do you want it?” 

He says it so nonchalantly like he’s ordering from a takeout menu, as if the two of you aren’t naked from the waist up.  

“Mmm… I think I want to be face down today.”  

It only takes you a moment to contemplate, feeling like you’re not willing to leave the comfort of your pillows right now.  

He smiles at you, a quiet “okay” leaving his lips as he moves to grab a condom from your bedside drawer.  You turn to lay your chest against the mattress, bringing your pillows around you so you’re more comfortable.  You make a point to leave your boxer-shorts on, knowing that he likes to be the one to take them off, he’s such a boy in that way.  Admiring him from afar, you watch quietly as he pulls his own off, sending him a wink when he catches your gaze making him offer you a shy smile.  He positions himself behind you, rolling the condom on as he does so, lip bit in concentration.  

When he’s finally ready, he leans down to give you a kiss before rubbing at your waist, watching how goosebumps arrive in the wake of his cold hands.  Finally, he’s pulling your underwear off, mumbling a quiet “fuck” to himself once the entirety of you is on display.  You know he likes to take his time to look at you so you let him, feeling as his fingers go to play with you more.  He smears your wetness over your pussy, lithe fingers toying with your clit.  A groan leaving him when he watches the way you throb, growing wetter from the minimal contact.  Slowly, he eases 3 fingers into you, your body accommodating the additional stretch easily.  You feel so warm wrapped around him, your soft walls clenching sporadically.  He’s just so fascinated by your pussy, call it the boy in him but he just can’t help himself.  When you start to whine he breaks his trance, taking the hint without you having to say anything.  

“Sorry baby got distracted, you’re too cute.”  

You don’t respond, just pushing yourself back into him, feeling greedy now.  He takes the wetness collected from you and smears it up and down his cock before lining himself up with you.  You both hold your breath as he pushes himself into you and its so slow.  He would never want to hurt you in any way, so no matter how wet you are he’ll always rub at your clit, a habit he picked up after your first couple of times together, mirroring what he saw you do.  In this position he knows he can’t until he’s bottomed out, so he’s pleased when he sees you bring your own fingers to your cunt, rubbing tight circles.  He feels reassured when you start to relax, opening up for him more as he brings a large hand to rub circles against your lower back in an attempt to soothe you.

When he finally bottoms out, his hips are pressed flush to yours.  If you could see him you would be able to see a light flush dusting his cheeks and chest.  And it’s all just so soft, the both of you breathless and he hasn’t even started fucking you yet.  He wishes he could kiss you but he knows you’re feeling lazy, and additionally he knows how intense your orgasms are in this position so he settles for pressing kisses along your spine, biting occasionally at the top of your shoulders.  

“Ton.. need you to move.”  

Your voice is whiny and breathless and he succumbs immediately, easing himself in and out, a slow push and pull.  It becomes apparent to him another reason why you wanted this position, so you could bury your face in your pillows when you get too loud.  He just started and already you’re whimpering and shaking with each stroke.  He places both hands on your waist so he can help pull you back against him, and he feels satisfied when your noises grow in volume, whines of “so deep” leaving you.  

There’s nothing wholesome about what’s partaking in this room, but regardless he’s so in love.  He loves the subtlety of your softness, and it makes his heart swell when he sees it grow in private, like you trust him enough to see these sides of you.  He would spend a lifetime between your legs if it meant he could convince you that you were perfect.  His heart stutters in his chest when you reach a hand behind your back in an attempt to grab his.  He does just this, but settles on placing his hands by your head, maneuvering you so your hand was interlaced with his by your face.  He fucking meltswhen you lift your face from the pillows just enough to leave kisses on his knuckles.  

“feels so good Ton, you’re fucking me so good.”  

“yeah baby? How’s it feel?” 

He loves that when you’re fucked out enough, all of your embarrassment flies out the window, your filter leaving you.  

“Can feel you so deep, it’s so perfect.  Feel so full.”  

He lets out a groan at your words, moving to fuck you with more purpose now, wanting to hear the way you cry out as you cum.  

“Can you play with my clit for me?” 

“Of course I can baby, don’t even have to ask.”  

You sound so whiny, he could die.  His heart breaks at the way you reluctantly let go of his hand, moving instead to grip at the pillows but immediately you forgive him when you start to feel him rub at your clit.  You aren’t gonna last much longer, and neither is he, you can tell by the way his movements are getting sloppier, his moans turning into whimpers.  He just fills you so good, you’re never gonna want anyone else.  When you feel the familiar tightening in your tummy, you let him know.  

“’m gonna cum.”  

“Okay baby, just let go for me.  Know you feel so good, go ahead and cum.”  

When you release, your hand reaches to grab at his still rubbing on your clit, trying to grind into it as he fucks you.  He drops his head to your shoulder blades to leave kisses, murmuring quiet praises to you as he fucks you through your high. Your orgasm is intense, lasting awhile as he chases his own high, and you make sure he can hear your clearly the entire time, gasping and whining into the open air to encourage him.  

The way you clench around him sends him over the edge, arms growing weak with the effort to keep himself up as he nearly collapses.  Wrapping his arms around you to bring you as close as possible, your back to his chest as he thrusts into you messily as he cums, filling the condom.  He bites at the top of your shoulders trying to conceal his whimpers as you lay there shaking in his arms, still on your own comedown.  

“So sweet and perfect y/n, feel so fucking good and soft.”

It’s like he’s in a trance as he says it, hips slowing down but still moving against you, moving to grip at your tits now as he slurs the words.  When he finally halts his movements, he brings a hand to your face, turning you to kiss him even with the awkward angle.  When you’re both done he finally collapses next to you, pulling you with him as he’s still inside you.  You’re both so sensitive, but it’s just warm and sweet.  

“Want to sleep like this?”

He leans up on an elbow and kisses at your cheek, moving to pull the duvet back over you as he asks. You just nod at him sleepily, content to just stay this way, too lazy to move but also wanting to stay in this moment longer.  

He leaves one last kiss on your lips before settling behind you once again, the same way you woke up.  With him completely wrapped around you, head tucked into the crevice of your neck.  As the two of you drift off, you wonder how such a sweet boy found his way into your life.  He wonders the same thing about you. 

[rotthepoet]

Lorenzo who stops being a toxic idiot and just makes you his girl friend bcs he's already wrapped round your finger

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LOUDLY THIS MADE ME CACKLE IT GOT MY DOGS WORRIED

b-bb-but m-m-mean l-lorenzo🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹😢😢

Lets shove him aside for 5 minutes, let me set my biases behind me like a good author(im a lorenzo hater he is a disgusting disGRACE of a man), and lets talk about fixing him!!!!

Lorenzo is like…

He just needs a little shove in the right way.

I think the only way to break him is give him a taste of his own medicine. Be mean to him back! Like!! It gets him kinda flustered.

100% you break it off with a fwb!lorenzo and he goes ballistic. He’s in his room breaking his shit, smoking a pack, smashing mirrors because like?? how fucking dare you??? Like?????? Hello??? Who are you?? Youre his???

And then immediately after he gets so sad and bitter towards you. Hes literally in a depressive episode he stops doing anything because like…. You left him??? And hes?? Distraught!!!!

And omg pookie let me tell you, youre doing wonderful without him, i mean youre kinda sad because you couldnt fix him and you love him, but otherwise you are in a better place! Your skin is glowing(no longer tainted by his hickies), boys are paying more attention to you(he used to threaten anyone who looked your way), and life is good!!

And then theres lorenzo at your door, definitely crossfaded and sobbing. He’s burying his face in your shoulder and begging you to come back because life sucks without you- and he’s drunkenly yapping about how he’ll drop all his hoes and treat you like a princess. Bonus if you get it on video. So much bonus.

Hes literally on his knees begging you to come back to him. And not gonna lie, youre a bit of a self saboteur, you take him back and make him promise to get better.

And to your pleasant surprise, he gets better?? He gets so much better??? He dropped literally every girl from his life, he holds your hand when he walks you to class, he fixes your plate at breakfast and dinner, and most importantly… he openly calls you “his girl” which is close enough right now!!!

He sometimes acts like bitchylorenzo still, but you snap him out of it. Cuz you’re right<3 hes wrapped around your finger<3

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hey !

Hope ure doing good

I like AU and I wondered if u could please do a leo valdez x reader fic

Like...They live in the same apartment at the same floor and they see each other frequently in the corridors, and with the time they create an affinity

I have emerged from my cave. hello world. <3.

Leo Valdez x Reader--- Mortal/Apartment AU

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“...Hi?” You said, hitching your tote bag, the Kiki’s delivery service-patterned one, back onto your shoulder. It always fell down when you were walking down the front steps, past the skinny stray cat who slept underneath the mailboxes. Everyone in the building had named her Stick Insect. 

It was in a loving way. You hoped. 

Leo made an odd wheezing sound that sounded a lot like a beached whale taking its last breath as he dragged one of those old-fashioned red waggons behind him. He wiped his hands on his green army jacket, the one with all the jangly badges you could hear coming from a mile off. 

Your favourite was the Minecraft TNT one, underneath the trans flag pin, and one that just simply said ‘BBS’. You didn’t quite know what that meant. 

He grinned at you brightly, despite his shaky arms, and lugged the wagon of cardboard boxes and what seemed to be an entire chunk of golden sheet metal along the pavement.

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“Hi,” you said, holding the door open a second longer than necessary so that Leo could lug his giant cardboard box through. You still hadn’t figured out what he kept in all those boxes and bags.

“Hey!” he said, and bumped straight into a doorway with a red face. Then he scurried up the stairs and left you in the liminal space that was the empty apartment complex hallway after ten p.m. 

You stood there for a moment, and then realised you were still smiling.

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Shit. Shit. 

You were running so late. I mean, technically, it wasn’t your fault you were going to miss the start of your favourite classes ever. Your alarm clock, one of those old-fashioned red ones [it was also missing one of the bubble things on top and only rang on one side until it vibrated itself off your bedside table], hadn’t gone off in time this morning and began ringing loudly at nine thirty instead of seven thirty. 

You tossed your apple core into the little waste paper basket by the big hallway windows, and searched your pockets for your keys. Shit. 

“Hey,” Leo said, from where he was unlocking his door. He was room 7. He also had massive bags under his eyes, you noticed. You also noticed that his eyes were the prettiest glowing brown when the morning sun shone through the windows.

You blinked, forgetting why your hands were in your pockets. You probably looked like an idiot. “Uh, hi.”

He looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry… if your power went out at some point last night…? That might’ve been me.”

“Can you, like, control electricity or something?” You asked with a laugh. 

This was the first time you’d exchanged more than a few words since you’d asked for his name when you watched a very loud girl dressed solely in Olivia Rodrigo merch yell at a confused white guy to ‘pivot’, as he carried a complicated looking egg chair up the stairs. 

Leo shook his head. “Nah, I wish. ‘Was just... working on a project... And I may have blown up my power sockets. And the street lamp.”

“What are you building in there?” You asked, “A moving castle?”

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Your friend burped in your ear—in quite a disgusting way, may you add—and stumbled forward, arm slung over your shoulders. You roll your eyes at their inability to walk like a normal person after only three shots and pull your phone out of your pocket. After a few tries at putting your password in, 1989, you manage to unlock it. You’ve got charms hanging off the clear case—little soot sprites that swirl in your vision as you blink forcefully. 

The Uber’s on the street now, so you heaved your door shut behind you, room 4, and began to trudge down the staircase. There’s a new scorch mark on the third from the bottom step, and you picture a dragon stomping up after his 9-5. 

You tried to hold in a laugh, only to fail. Your friend giggled loudly, the laughter contagious, and faceplanted. 

“Fuck, dude,” you heard, and then turned to see Leo standing by his door, three raspberry slushies in his arms. It was the first time he hadn’t been lugging canvas bags or wooden crates in a while. 

He nodded. “Metal.” 

“Shut up!” you chuckle, wiping your brow. You reach down and pick up your friends floppy arms as they begin to snooze diagonally. The taste of vodka and pineapples rose in your throat. “Come on, get up!”

Leo peeked over the stair bannister. 

Nosy little bugger. Cute, nosy little bugger, you corrected yourself. Then you frowned, watching him blink owlishly and blush from the roots. You didn’t say that out loud, right?

“Uh, yes,” Leo squeaked, “you did.” 

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You carried the coffee cups as you walked up the stairs, eyes on your phone while you texted your friend to stop watching reruns of Brooklyn Nine Nine and get onto the word doc. 

The group project was due tonight, and the lazy bugger was stress-obsessing over Gina Lenetti, the human form of the one hundred emoji.

You slid your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, soot sprites catching on the denim, and fished out your keys once you reached your door. Another one banged shut further down the hall. You stuck your keys into the lock. “Hi.”

“Hey!” Leo panted, still in his pyjamas, and raced out of the building.

You rolled your eyes and grinned.

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“You’re gonna have to tell me what you’re doing with all of this junk,” you said cheerfully, moving your eyes in sync with the black and white cat clock hanging on the wall. 

You turned away when you got dizzy, taking in the piles of things balanced precariously around you like a steampunk library. Vintage machines like typewriters, telephones with the spinning number circles, and record players—the ones that have that big tuba shape sticking out the top—.

Drills and hammers were scattered on the layers of cute little rugs, posters from animes you hadn’t seen yet stuck to the walls, and a lot of Polaroid pictures. You picked one up. 

The two people you’d seen helping Leo move in a few months ago were grinning at the camera with Mickey Mouse hats on. 

“It’s not junk!” Leo looked up from the pile of jackets—black and white chequered ones, a giant purple hoodie, and one with flames up the sleeves—that he was hastily shoving off a mustard-coloured armchair. 

“Sorry,” you apologised with a laugh. “You’ll have to tell me what you’re doing with all those bits and bobs.”

He ran a hand through his dark, curly hair. “Okay, okay, but you can’t dob me into the landlord.”

“I would never,” you said, completely serious. Leo stared at you for a moment, his eyes all weird-looking. They made your chest feel like Ponyo, floating around and grinning. 

Then he looked away nervously. You smile and look away too. Leo’s kitchen, in the same spot as yours, with the same apartment layout, could not look any more different from yours. 

There were coloured magnets moved into swear words on the fridge and golden, oily instant coffee machines in parts on the bench. 

Your kitchen had jam jars of little flowers and chocolate-covered almonds scattered around the collection of salt and pepper shakers you’d inherited from some badass old aunt. You had matching sets of penguins, mushrooms, and creepy baby dolls, all filled with salt and pepper. 

“Sure…” Leo shoved some empty take-out boxes into his bin.

He looked at you with a wide smirk. He led you through to what you’d made into a spare room for your friends, and opened the door triumphantly. “Come on through... to Leo Land!”

You stepped around the door, even though you could’ve looked through the wide hole in it if you really wanted to. A hulking metal form was hanging from a wooden stand in the centre of the room, with wires and coils hanging out of it. 

More collections of scrap metal folded up into shapes that could be claws or grabber machines, maybe, were sitting on benches between spray cans of gold paint. 

Welding material, or at least that’s what they looked like, took up a corner, sparks flying. 

You narrowed your eyes at Leo, finally realising why he had so many tears in his cargo pants and paper clips in his jacket sleeves. “Leo…”

“Yah?”

“Are you perhaps building a bomb?”

“No!” Leo scoffed, literally hugging a giant metal boot to his chest like it was his baby. Except the boot had green eyes. “This is Festus!”

“A foetus?” you asked, wondering how deranged this pretty boy was, despite his cool old-fashioned toys, big jackets, and need for multiple slushies at a time. “Are you feeling okay?”

Leo rolled his brown eyes at you. “Festus is a dragon! Well, he's not a dragon yet; he’s just a torso, a half-done head, and a bunch of feet. He’s got nine feet right now, cause I haven’t been able to replicate a working one more than once.”

“You’re building a giant metal dragon in your spare room?”

“Well, it sounds stupid when you say it like that.”

“You’re so cool.”

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“Hey querida,” Leo said, kissing you on the cheek before you grabbed your mail from the boxes outside the building, waved to Stick Insect the skinny cat, and ran to your car. 

Stupid broken alarm clock.

“...Heyyy.” 

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“Mi amor!”

You turned around on the couch, putting down your takeout box of noodles [from the good place near the park where the old dude who plays chess against anyone who walks past lives]. “Yah?”

Leo came trudging into the lounge, slash kitchen, with your bright red alarm clock in his arms, all parts attached. “Fixed!”

He plopped down on the couch next to you, squashing the lion squishmellow that had been ripped open in the back, and showed you the now shiny metal and matching bits on the top, with that stupid little grin of his. 

You kissed the top of his nose and took the clock from his greasy, scarred [incredibly nice-looking] hands. “Thank you.”

The TV crackled in front of you both, balancing on the stack of old record players Leo was repairing for the second-hand store full of goths and old ladies down the street. You put the little alarm clock down near your feet and pulled out the strawberry-patterned blanket Piper’s girlfriend crocheted you both for Christmas. 

Leo leant over and curled his arm around your waist, laying half across you like a cat in the sun. You sat up a little, as he fiddled with the remote he’d added far too many buttons to for no reason at all. "Here, stick insect, kitty! Stick insect, here, kitty!”

Little padding sounds came from the hallway, and then the chubby, spotted cat launched herself over the back of the couch and onto Leo’s shoulder. 

He shreiked and headbutted you as Stick Insect hopped over and sat between you both, plopped down in loaf position, fluffy feet hidden. Leo sniffed haughtily and sank into the hug you gave him. Stick Insect began chewing on the necklace around your neck, the blue teardrop one Leo had made you a while ago. You kissed his forehead, stroking the cat's soft forehead gently.

He turned the TV on, looking up at you with sparkling eyes. “Howl, or Kiki?”

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[i99zhuo]

How to live like tzuyu 💿˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Chou Tzuyu! requested in the last post, thank you for your request hope you like it!

content list (routines):

morning 

study

workout 

shower and self care 

night

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✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ 

🥽 Tzuyu wakes up super early every single day, having a regular sleep schedule (sleep and wake up at the same time everyday) can help us be less stressed and it's super helpful when you want to build multiple routines! you can set an alarm at night time if you struggle going to sleep because you're always mindlessly scrolling!

Now, it's time to get ready, wash both your hands and face and just apply moisturizer and sunscreen, wearing to much skincare products before applying base makeup products may make them look super patchy, if you want to do a really long 10-step skincare routine you have to do it the night before!

🦡 the key for Tzuyu´s makeup is to have a clean base makeup and changing the color of her lips, see, she's so gorgeous that she doesn't need much to look super cute, the main steps of her makeup is to use concealer and bb cream to unify her skin tone and the use a light lipstick as base and then add a more colorful tint, she does this to make bright pink shades work for her dark lips. Other makeup steps are completely optional and up to your needs!

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ 

Tzuyu was the kind of student to always doze off and sleep in class, even though this isn't necessarily good, getting rest it's still an important thing to do! So when you get from school you can take a nap instead of studying right away. Once you wake up you can do a little review on what you learn today and emphasize on things you didn't understand in class.

🪨 Also, buying super cute school supplies can help you be at least more motivated to study or to pay attention in class!

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ 

There are videos of Tzuyu using a vibrating platform as a ´workout´ however it isn't clear if these devices actually work or not. 

🥄 What you can do whatsoever is to start warming up before doing cardio or a dancing session, then you can do other kind of workouts to slim and tone up areas like your arms, abs, waist and legs

Finally you can do some stretching for your back and upper body to get a perfect posture and a defined collarbone like her.  

⚽️ Additionally, Tzuyu’s favorite subject at school was P.E! So you can start practicing some other kind of sport like volleyball!

✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ 

Instead of showering we are going to take a bath with warm water. Bathing, especially in the evening, can help you relax after a long day. Also, it's much better for your face to not be in direct contact with hot water and just get your pores open lightly with the steam. After bath you can wash your face and put on a sheet mask! tzuyu even puts on a silimask, this is a silicone mask that will help you keep the sheet in place while doing other stuff and make the serum of the mask absorb better!

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ 

🗻 Her night routine is not clear however you can stretch again like other twice members do or just sit in your bed and scroll through social media, just make sure to have a perfect posture while doing it, having a good posture is basically a habit, so try  practicing having one as often as you can! 

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I never realize how long it really takes me to write these posts

right now im going to be re-opening my requests but im going to be focusing mainly on my new glow up series that im pretty sure it takes less time to write so you guys can have new content more often

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Twins

If Cable and Deadpool are genetically identical like the Olsens,

(Buttercup of the PowerPuff Girls is one of a set of superhero triplets created in a lab with chemical X by Professor Utonium. Like Cable was created. Like Stryfe. Like Nate Grey. Like Deadpool. Mojo Jojo is one of the main villains, who was originally the Prof's assistant: he's Mr Sinister. The Olsens are not in the PPGs; this panel is Deadpool telling us that the PPGs are the Cable versions, and the Olsen Twins are Cable&Deadpool.)

If the facade virus allows its bearer to change shape even without telekinetic control,

(She changed her eye color twice too.)

If you can't tell the difference between the Olsen twins--

(Full House is a family show about a family where the Olsens debuted. This is part of the joke in Deadpool 2 about it being a family movie.)

--but you absolutely can tell who's who under the facade,

..... these fuckers are trading faces, Trading Races, better known as Trading Places (1983). The movie is about a poor black man trading places in life with a rich white business man, as arranged by the rich guy's bosses to settle a bet on whether one's place in life is destiny or a matter of luck (nature vs nurture).

The lambada is a partner dance. It is a Brazillian tango also known as the forbidden dance because it was considered dirty dancing. Dirty Dancing the movie is, among other things, about a highly skilled lower class man working in a high class vacation resort as a dance instructor. He is treated as the scapegoat for everything that goes wrong despite doing everything he can to help others even when he suffers for it.

A partnered dirty dance is the structure of Wade's mind???? They are physically part of each other every time they bodyslide by one, but they're also figuratively one person, sharing thoughts all the time. A bodyslide by one is ""swapping DNA""--sex--and trading faces. That's what a facade IS.

A spy is someone who is working under a facade. A false face. A pile of lies.

A spy working in a high class resort, such as Providence, who isn't what he seems and has the weight of everything that goes wrong in the world on his shoulders.

A spy working out in the world, forsaking the colony for the benefit of the colony, who isn't what he seems, who does everything he can to help and gets the blame for everything that goes wrong in Providence.

Because of the facade virus, Cable has Wade's healing powers. Why shouldn't he be able to grow back his brain and his arm just like he grew back from being ripped in half every time they slid by one?

Why wouldn't Cable be able to withstand exponential power that should obliterate him from existence, no worse for wear?

Did we see what was actually there or only what we expected?

...which is funny, because the mind plays tricks. "What they all expect of me", as he's staring directly at us through the fourth wall. We are they.

We've seen the mind play tricks.

If these are hallucinations caused by Cable, because nobody else sees or reacts to them,

and they are round like speech bubbles with pointy corners because they are neither thoughts nor speech and also not real,

then these too are also not real things that people, including us, are nonetheless treating as real.

It’s Cable making it happen, without being seen to do so. Just like he was telekinetically floating his island while meditating as the nukes were launched at him, but the island didn't glow like he was. He can choose what's visible.

He claimed that he used the Dominus to mess with Wade’s mind and make him see that stuff. But he definitely lied about how the Dominus works.

That guy is a Think Link, the literal eyes and ears of Black Box, as evidenced by the glasses and earpiece. BB shouldn't need to give his minions such devices if he can read the signals in people's minds....but he must, because he can’t read minds with his powers. He only has access to electronic signals, which apparently do not include people’s minds. That earpiece means he also can’t give people thoughts in a telepathic manner. The Dominus is an organizer, it does not give access to anything it’s not directly attached to. That’s why, when C&DP fought BB, BB had to use physical cables attached to their brains to get access. Remove the cable, remove the access. BB also can’t change anything he reads, it’s passive access only.

Cable says he’s “accessing BB’s powers” to alter electronics and get in BB’s head……but the Dominus does not work that way, powers cannot be “accessed” or controlled by someone else without telepathy, and new powers can’t be invented even if those were true.

When C&DP were linked to BB’s Dominus, Wade saw all yesterday’s news as if it were today’s.

Cable’s telepathy was yesterday’s news. But yesterday’s news is today. Wade's seeing it now.

I think this charming jackass is lying about having lost his powers.

Wade and Cable are genetically identical. If Cable has Wade's powers, then Wade also has Cable's.

Everyone else's bubbles are cloudy with pointy arrows. Wade's, however, looks like the telepathy ones that Cable uses.

"It's quiet in here"? I think not. We've seen that ear digging gesture before.

It means "I don't want to hear this". He shouldn't be able to hear what they're saying, and without telepathy should not be able to project so that other people hear him. Emma said she can't read Wade's mind, so that is not spillage from her causing it.

Hear Siryn sing.

See no physical impacts from Siryn's sound waves.

Hear Siryn sing, see....impacts?

Bro. Nah. That's a telekinetic shield Balls is bouncing off.

Yanno, the one Cable said he didn't have. Like the one here that Wade uses to punch off Balls. Possibly also telepathy, throwing his voice to make Balls say ow in Wade's voice? They didn't have to draw the bubble all the way over there when Wade's on the edge of the page. They didn't have to make that lower panel smaller than the one above, unless they wanted an excuse for people to see what they expect.

Facade!

If C&DP have their full powers, they're using the TK to control the facade to trade faces.

"Yer not a mutant and yer not an Xman, Wade". Before CDP got hitched, sure....but now? They're the same person, they're both Xmen. Swap the flesh suit--the facade--and nobody would object.

But wait! Deadpool's skin reverted?!

It sure did.....

All the better to fool you with, my dear.

See those happy blue and yellow undies? That's not Wade. That's Cable.

Wade spread out and haloed like (Mutant) Jesus? I think not.

Baby Cable? Facade! Baby Wade. Same DNA, remember?

The encrypted data backup from the destruction of Providence that's never again seen in canon? I think that was about this comic, "encrypted" through the fourth wall. It's a record of this comic for Wade to keep, a record that it was all real. I also think all the future knowledge is contained within it. That's how Wade knows when and where to show up for Cable and Hope every time. He didn't let Cable--himself, his other half--down.

It's also "encrypted" porn--invisible porn like tasteful nudes below the pool surface, like Invisible Woman on a porn site--

--because we all know Wade likes to make sex tapes and canonically reads his own comics. What's the point of "becoming one" and swapping DNA if you don't get a little behind the scenes joy out of it? What's a wedding and marriage without photos of your life together?

And the kicker? I think it was Wade who blew up Providence, saved Cable, and got punched to the future to protect Hope. Cable has yellow thought boxes in the Messiah arc that directly follows this, and there's multiple references to him and Wade "being confused for each other". There's multiple times that the colors of their speech get swapped, and Wade's zombie body and suit keeps magically repairing itself then falling apart again. (I also think Deadpool isn't "healing like he used to" in that series because, in the CDP meta, sex is life and so celibacy--like the One World Church--kills. 800 years without getting all up in Cable's business means he's lacking his healing factor, his source of life, literally not being filled with his only joie de vivre, and thus has much less raison d'être to hold himself together. He's falling apart without Cable.)

Here's one instance of them getting confused for each other in CDP:

Wade answers to "Nathan" and has a headache, like we've seen Cable get before. Like the one Wade also gets in the Messiah arc.

Wade and Nathan share DNA, they eroticize violence, and so....a pain in the head isn't a pain but orgasmic. It's a sex afterglow of love because they're sharing minds right now. He's faking to us that this is so so awful. So is Nate: is all this very familiar, or very new to Wade, who shares memories with Cable, and shared DNA at the supposed height of his powers?

And Nate, buddy, do you mean this warm bath?

The same scene Wade dug out his ear as he told Weasel he didn't want to hear it?

It's after Providence that Wade's "boxes" show up in Wolverine Origins, the series running parallel. They were retconned as Madcap, but I like to think the boxes are actually Wade and Cable's internal thoughts in their....partnered tango. Wade's talking to the Cable part of himself.

In CDP #43, the issue following the fall of Providence and a tie in to the simultaneously running series Wolverine Origins, Wade meets Scott at Cable's Rumekistan statue. He tells Scott that Scott should have been at Providence to help his son. Scott says he knows, and he's here--with Deadpool--to make amends. But his "amends" have nothing to do with Cable. There's no reason for Scott to help Deadpool or tell him Weasel needs saving, while claiming he's making amends for Cable....unless Scott knows they were married, that they're the same person, and it's actually Cable getting info to help one of his better half's friends. Because Wade's off in the future and he'd want to help him.

Every time Cable and Deadpool "swap DNA", they switch places. Like happens with the bodyslide by one, and every time they fuck.

Ya see how there's a glow around everyone in the second and third panels? And it's only on part of Kruch in the first? Sure looks like Cable's power glow to me. Did Cable teleport Wade in? Is that actually Cable? Is that Wade using his powers to invisibly control the Church?

Wade's got some strange....humor. Like the weird historical theory of the four humours. What other bottle could that yellow blue and green drinking container be indistinguishable from?

....

Mr. Yellow and Blue Cable, mix him all up and you get green. Humors must be properly mixed and balanced for good health, yanno. Mixed like a....bodyslide....would do. The background of this page is a similar bluegreen to that bottle of facade: I don't think this is Wade, but Cable masquerading as Wade.

"Mixed colors" like one does when putting many colored jellies on a croissant.... a croissant that's brown on the outside and white on the inside and mixed-colors-green in the crotch.

(If you want to climb Everest and summit its snowtopped peak, one must use the proper safety harness. That's literally a...basket...for a....croissant. A croissant that contains the elixir of good health and is life's greatest joy.)

Wade shows up.....glowing.....at the Church one day after Wade shot Cable in the head over the facade virus. The next time we see Nate three convenient days after getting his brains blown out by Wade, he's got a....headache.

Fucking afterglow, amirite?

Did they spend all three days in Switzerland and then timeslide back? Mayhaps. I think this is when they actually ate the facade together, not when they kiss on the church altar, because.....

"Bueller?" from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. (Referenced at the end of DP1 before Cable shows up in DP2.) Ferris breaks the fourth wall to talk directly to the audience, and crucially fakes his illness to play hooky.

Cable's TO in the Church ain't actually out of control, he's faking that, because this whole series is them generating excuses to fuck around, skip out on their real lives, and suck face. They know we're watching, they know the series is going to end, they know they can't be explicit. They're reaching through the fourth wall to play tricks on our minds while hiding the croissant, lying their asses off just like Ferris.

Okay okay but listen: if you're trading places, which are narrative roles and thus a character's "race", would you not also be swapping your narrative?

Not saying what you mean. Trading narrative meaning, trading narrative bubbles. Saying the opposite of what you mean because you can't be....explicit about it. Talking to "your"self? Talking to your other half because they're sharing a dirty brain tango. (It's not as simple as "they're always lying", but they're certainly never being straight about anything.)

Communicating with your narratively aware identical self through the fourth wall where no one would think to look?

A gun to his head is a threat he won't tolerate because it demands obedience...but he invites Wade to do it.

That's not a divorce. That's a renewal of vows. Cable's saying "I will let you do anything, I give you my life, it's yours if you want it". To honor and obey without question.

Death means you will never see your spouse again. Death is a divorce, being widowed.....unless you are resurrected and renew your vows. Wade declined a divorce after remarrying Cable in the church where Wade twice knocked himself out and trusted Cable with his body, letting him do anything he wanted. To give your life to someone is to....vow until death do we part. Fighting is erotic, remember? What better way to fuck around right under people's noses than when they don't even recognize that's what you're doing?

You know.....encrypt the data.

This isn't a threat. "I'll kill you" is "You'll be widowed", it's a plea to save him from the self sacrifice he knows he has to do to beat the Skornn.

This is Cable's plan for the Skornn problem. Wade went and got himself juiced up with the desire to "kill" Cable, but he left Black Box without his weapons and without ever explicitly answering BB's question of who was the greatest threat to humanity. Juiced up with the desire to kill, for these guys, is to be juiced up with the desire for love and marriage in such a way that no one can keep them apart. Let man not sunder what god has joined together.

Fighting dirty isn't being mean, it's being incredibly loving. Like being a dirty cheat by making Wade feel "guilty". Verbal attacks are verbal violence are a praise kink, especially when they swap their narration and aren't saying what they actually mean. Wade buys two things to "hurt his balls" while the hallucinations are going on; hurting your balls is pain is the violence they eroticize is him masturbating and getting off to this shit show.

But....he's walking around in blue and white clothes--Cable's colors--with a Deadpool jacket. That ain't Wade, that's Cable under the Deadpool topping.

What are "nasty little boxes", like Wade's later yellow boxes and these hallucinations, if not fighting with yourself? With your other half who isn't and isn't you? A facade that you're an idiot so you can....fuck around to your heart's content.

Another fun fact: The end credits for Deadpool 1 were a reference to Ferris. That was Deadpool calling through the fourth wall to Cable to "play games and run wild". To trade narrative roles. Did you notice that every time Cable in the movie took the same action he has in the comics, Wade called him racist? That movie Cable is short because he's following trope conventions and letting Wade take the reigns as the literal and figurative big damn hero?

They're fucking with our minds.

One more teeny tiny thing: those speech bubbles with the pointy corners that aren't real but sure look like it, marking a hallucination? Those are round, but--

--these, from the first page of the series, are rectangular. Like thought boxes. Like....telepathic communication just like the hallucinations were.

Cable's not saying what he means here. And Deadpool KNOWS. He's sitting there polishing his gun, his....tool of erotic penetration.

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Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

Led by Finn, the oppressed citizens of Coruscant revolt against the First Order. In an effort to put an end to the rebellion before it spreads, Chancellor Hux deploys the fearsome bloodtroopers, his elite Red Army. Meanwhile, Poe, Chewie, and BB-8 return to the Skywalker— the Eclipse class Star Destroyer the Resistance stole from the Kuat Drive Yards— where Poe must convince a downtrodden Leia to set a course for Coruscant to help Finn and his People's Resistance fight...

Excerpt

We’re doing this, we’re really doing this, Finn thought as he crouched in an abandoned building. There were hundreds of the people from the underground with him here, placed all over the street, watching and waiting for the First Order to spring the trap they’d set for them. They from all over the galaxy, from every walk of life. Some humanoid and others decidedly not. They had come to Coruscant in hope of a better life and ended up living in the sewers. But they were all here for the same reason, the same cause. Everything he and Rose had talked about was coming true. This was the revolution, this "People's Resistance", and he was leading it. Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly what they’d talked about. Rose was supposed to be here with him. But there was no time for him to fall apart, not when he noticed movement down below. Two small figures emerged from a side street, swallowed up by the desolate urban landscape. As they got closer, Finn could make out a familiar golden protocol droid and a blue and silver astromech by his side. Finn sighed to himself. “Come on, Threepio. Not now.” On the ground, the two droids went on, completely unaware of the trap they were walking into.  Artoo beeped nervously. “I agree,” said Threepio, looking at the charred tank Finn and the rest of the People's Resistance members had placed at the far end, practically right in front of them. “This certainly isn’t the Coruscant I remember.” Just then, a shadow fell over them both. A towering AT-MT walker entered the from one end of the boulevard, dwarfing the droids as they watched it pass. Threepio’s photoreceptors glowed in the gloom. “Oh dear.” Finn held his breath. Everything hinged on this moment, and of course the exact moment when the First Order found their bait, Artoo and Threepio would somehow find their way directly into the thick of it. It was almost pathological. The walker paused directly beneath their hideout, and Finn exhaled. It was working. Even with the droids in the mix, they had it exactly where they wanted it. Now he just needed Threepio to stay quiet for once. The comm he’d stolen crackled to life, set to the same frequency as the walker pilots. <Any life forms?> asked the walker pilot. <Nope.> replied his co-pilot. Finn tensed. It was now or never.  “Now!” he shouted, his crew firing grappling guns into the building opposite. The lines criss-crossed over top the walker, the two pilots too busy focusing on the droids and the burned out tank to notice what was going on overhead. Maybe Leia had a point. You should never underestimate a droid. “On my mark.” Finn checked to make sure everyone was ready. “Three... two ... one… go!”

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The Siren, or The Heart of the Matter

Chapter Seven: The Neighbor, or Meg's Goldfish Might Need a New Godmother

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: language, eventual smut (but not in this chapter), fluff, eventual canon-typical violence (but not in this chapter) MINORS DNI. A/N: Listen bbs. When I tell you a posting schedule, ignore me because I'm simply a chaos monster typing through life. Inspiration is coming fast, so you're getting a full week. Enjoy this chapter! Also, I realized I haven't described Cleo very well yet. I rectify that in this chapter, but I also did a lil doodle of how I picture her. xoxo

Summary: Cleo is finally getting out of the med wing, but where will she go next?

Chapter Directory

I can’t really say with any specificity how the next several hours (or days?) pass, but the doctors keep on doctoring, Banner comes in periodically with more test results I don’t understand, the occasional Avenger pops by to make sure I haven’t caused anything to vibrate to death, and the Soldier keeps his stoic post by the door. Also, I continue to not have a fucking heart. 

I allow myself to be poked and prodded and wheeled in and out of different rooms with unrecognizable machinery. I drink and eat things I’m handed, I lay down and sit up and stretch out and twist for scans, and I answer questions to the best of my limited ability. If I wasn’t in shock earlier, I think I am now. 

I’ve fully resigned myself to a lifetime of being a guinea pig when the gang - Natasha, Steve, Tony, and Bruce - file into my room. Barnes is, of course, already there. By this point, they’ve all visited at least once and, in what I assume to be a bid for my trust, have told me to call them by their first names. 

Well, you know. Almost all.

“Good news, kid,” Tony says, taking his usual spot at the foot of my hospital bed.

I simply look at him, eyes flat. I am so, so very tired. “Yes?”

He looks over his shoulder at Bruce. “Doc, I think you broke her.” 

Bruce steps forward, a kind look on his face. “We’ve run every test we can at this point, so we’ve decided it’s fine for you to leave. No guarantees we won’t have more down the line, but for now…”

I heave a sigh of relief, trying not to cry. Don’t let them see you falter. “Oh, thank god. Okay, if you can just give me my cell phone and my clothes from earlier, I can get my friend Meg to pick me up. Or if she isn’t allowed to know where I am, someone can drop me off. I can give you her address.”

I sit up tall, smooth back my hair, and I have one foot on the ground when I notice the looks the group are giving one another.

Steve smiles at me gently. I am so sick of everyone being so goddamn gentle with me, so I speak before he can give me some kind of overly nice pep talk. “Steven Rogers, do not give me that face. You have to let me go home. I - I have classes to go to, a dissertation to write… Meg has a goldfish, and she may have been kidding when she told me I was his godmother, but I still feel very responsible for his well-being!”

Tony’s gaze is more stern, and I’m grateful to be able to meet it. “Instead of a heart, you’ve got a rock that glows, kid. You don’t just get to go home.”

******

I do not just get to go home, apparently, but I am at least allowed to change out of the hospital gown. 

I pull the sundress down over my body, adjusting the hem nervously and wishing I’d been wearing leggings and a sweatshirt or something with more coverage when my life went to hell. Sweetheart necklines don’t exactly have the same effect when emphasizing a rock cluster in my chest instead of my curves. At least I have an oversized cardigan - one of my dad’s, actually - providing me with some warmth and comfort. I pull the edges around me like a blanket, trying to hide the crystal. 

It feels weird, putting on my clothes from a few days ago. I don’t expect them to fit right, and I don’t know what to make of it when they do. The Doc Martins I wear with almost everything are at least steadying. They always make me feel a little bit tougher. 

In the bathroom mirror, my olive skin looks paler than usual and my green eyes look impossibly exhausted. My shoulder-length, wavy brown hair is a tangled mess, sticking up all over the place. I don’t have a brush or anything - I hadn’t exactly been given a chance to pack before the Avengers spirited me away - so I make due with a rubber band I find in the pocket of my cardigan and pull it into a messy bun. I finger-comb the strands that escape and nod at my reflection. This is as good as it’s gonna get. 

I exit the bathroom to meet Tony and Barnes, who are going to escort me to wherever I’ll be staying tonight. Well, tonight and the foreseeable future, if my suspicions are correct. There’s no way they’re letting me out of here knowing what a risk I could be, and honestly I can’t blame them. I don’t want to chance hurting anyone.

The two men are waiting for me in the hall, Tony typing on his phone and Barnes leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Tony barely glances at me, but Barnes’ stare is direct and intense. I try to hold back a shiver as his eyes travel over my body. I can’t tell what he’s looking for - maybe assessing the threat level?

I frown. “Ease up, Man Bun. I’m not exactly dressed for weapon concealment here.” I gesture to my sundress. “Although, Natasha could probably show me a thing or two,” I mutter, eyeing my cleavage. 

This snaps him out of his reverie, and he briefly meets my eyes before looking away. The tips of his ears are pink, and he sets off quickly down the hallway, leaving Tony and I to follow behind.

Tony looks down at me appraisingly as we walk.

“Do I have something on my face?” I deadpan.

He smirks. “If you did, I don’t think I’d be able to tell. Didn’t realize how short you were when you were sitting in that hospital bed.”

I peer up at him through my glasses, trying to look unimpressed. “Oh, here we go. I thought you’d be above short jokes, Tony.”

He looks at me with faux-seriousness. “I’m certainly above you.”

I roll my eyes. At 5’2, I’m used to this treatment, and while I make a show of being annoyed, I don’t actually mind it. People underestimate you when you’re short, and I’ve learned to use that to my advantage.

I freeze as we leave the medical wing and enter a corridor of floor-to-ceiling windows. “Really, Tony? The Avengers Tower is your ‘classified location’?”

“You demolished a building - I wasn’t going to give you my home address until I knew I could trust you.”

“Oh, and you trust me so deeply now?” I look pointedly at the Soldier, and Tony just shrugs. 

Soon, we reach an elevator and crowd in. Barnes wedges himself into the back right corner and Tony leans casually against the wall, hands in his pockets. “Residential level two, JARVIS.”

Barnes whips his head to Tony, looking downright murderous, but Tony ignores him. When the elevator stops, we exit into a normal looking hallway. If it weren’t for the biometric scanners at every single door, it could be any apartment building in the city. Well, any luxury apartment building in the city.

We pass a door with a sticker of Captain America’s shield stuck to it, almost like a child’s bedroom. Tony follows my gaze and smirks. “Didn’t want the old man to forget which room was his.” The next door we pass has the words ‘Manchurian Candidate’ handwritten across the top in black marker next to a doodle of a skull-and-crossbones, and between that and Barnes’ scowl, it doesn’t take a genius to deduce who lives here.

Finally, we stop in front of a third, completely unmarked door. Tony gestures to the scanner next to the doorknob. “JARVIS already has your particulars, so you should be able to get in, and if you need anything you can just ask him - he’ll have it outside your door in a flash. Speaking of, sorry about the door. I’ll jazz it up as soon as I can. Wouldn’t want you to feel left out. JARVIS can tell you where everything is, but go up two floors for the common area and down one for the gym - I can’t authorize you entry anywhere else just yet. Get some sleep, and we’ll talk about…” he waves his hands in a circle, searching for the right word. “Everything… in the morning.” 

I can’t tell if he’s nervous or if Tony is just used to talking in one long stream of consciousness without being interrupted. Both. It’s probably both.

I stand awkwardly in the hallway, not sure what to do now. “So… this is my room?” Tony nods. “And my neighbors are Steve and… this guy?” I point to the Soldier.

Tony smirks. “This guy?”

I shrug. “He’s the only one who didn’t tell me what to call him.”

This Guy glowers with his arms folded across his chest. “I can hear you.” He turns and stalks down the hallway to his door. “Call me whatever the hell you want, I don’t care,” he says without turning.

“Don’t let the bedbugs bite!” I say to his retreating back. The slam of his door echoes down the hallway.

I look at Tony. “Grumpy Smurf it is.” I can hear his laughter all the way back to the elevator.

******

I’m up before the sun, as per usual, and I take the time to actually look around ‘my’ room. I’d been so exhausted the night before that I’d only managed to locate the bed, upon which I’d immediately collapsed, fully dressed. The room is very fancy, if a little impersonal, and I’m beginning to learn that Tony favors a modern, brutalist style that I’m not exactly wild about. I favor more of the dark-academia-meets-cottage-core aesthetic myself, but I suppose unwilling houseguests can’t be choosers. 

I leave the bedroom and wander out into the main area, ignoring - for now - the two doors that I suspect will lead to a closet and bathroom. The main room is all open-concept, one large space housing the kitchen area, a dining table and chairs tucked away in a little nook, and a couch and television that delineate the living room. 

It’s not a penthouse suite, by any means, but it’s spacious and has everything a person could need. Not to mention, it’s far nicer than any place I’ve lived recently. I’m curious if my neighbors’ apartments are identical, and with that thought, my mind travels to James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. The Winter Soldier. All these names, and the asshole tells me to ‘call him whatever the hell I want.’ I’m so unimportant to him that he can’t even be bothered to care how I refer to him. 

Well after today, I think, hopefully we can just ignore each other, and I’ll never have to deal with him again.

I shove his stupid face as far from my mind as possible and amble back into the bedroom, taking note of the desk up against one of the enormous windows. The view is out of this world, not that I would expect anything less, and I allow myself to daydream about what it would be like to complete my research with the whole city of New York spread out before me.

One of the doors leads, as I suspected, to a large walk-in closet. It’s empty save for a single bundle of clothes on one of the shelves with a note on top in somewhat familiar blocky handwriting - 

Sorry kid, had to guess your size.

– Your Favorite Avenger

I huff a laugh and grab the bundle, heading for the other door that gives way to a bathroom. A bathroom that leaves me immediately and entirely speechless.

Not only is everything state of the art - seriously, there are functions on the toilet I’ve never even heard of before and am honestly terrified to try - but it’s clear that someone has anticipated my (or someone’s) desire to take a shower and has already stocked the bathroom with everything a person could want.

That must be the famous Pepper Potts, I think to myself, because no way in hell does Tony Stark include exfoliating scrub and eye cream in a guest bathroom. They say that the woman thinks of everything, and they are correct.

I let loose a satisfied sigh and head for the shower, promising myself I’ll try the soaking tub sometime before I leave. If I’m allowed to leave. The water comes from several different directions and I crank the pressure as high as possible. 

I am immediately blasted into the floor. “Shit!” I howl, clawing my way up to the handle. “Fucking supersoldiers.”

After one of the most glorious showers I’ve ever had in my life (once I am able to regulate the water pressure to something suitable for human beings who do not possess genetically enhanced strength), I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and head over to examine the bundle of clothes from Tony. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumble, holding up the Iron Man t-shirt and matching red and gold leggings. I recycle the bra I’ve been wearing this entire time and (for lack of a better option) resign myself to going commando, which I don’t really mind because I absolutely do not want to know what kind of undergarments Tony Stark would choose. Finally, since they’re the only clean clothes available, I reluctantly don the merch. They fit, but I look like a fangirl. I toss the light-up Iron Man slippers to the side with a chuckle and put on my Docs instead.

I make good use of the well-stocked bathroom to work all of the tangles out of my hair before leaving it to air dry into unruly waves. I dig around before unearthing a few expensive-looking products, which I am reluctant to use but, ultimately, I figure they’re here for a reason. By the time I’ve done my signature winged eyeliner look and applied a bit of mascara, I’m feeling much more myself in spite of the clothes.

Up two floors for the common area and down one for the gym, Tony had said. The sun is just now rising, so I decide to venture up, hoping I’ll make it before anyone else is there. And I have the right idea, apparently, because as I step out of the elevator and into the common space, I am blessedly alone.

The room is large with cathedral-tall ceilings, and one side is open to stairs that lead down into what I assume to be the rest of the Tower. The other side is floor-to-ceiling windows, giving me another look at the city spread out before me. There’s a long sectional couch facing a ridiculously large television, a grand piano, a dining table, and a sizable bar that looks very well-stocked. Opposite the bar is a kitchen area, separated by a tall counter with stools along one side.

Right away, I spot an intimidatingly fancy coffee maker on the counter in the kitchen area, and I almost groan at the sight of it. I hurry over and spend a good ten minutes pulling levers and pushing buttons, my frustration rising with each passing second. I’m starting to wonder just how angry Tony Stark would be if I supplexed one of his appliances into the ground when I hear a polite ah-hem coming from invisible speakers.

“Excuse me, Miss Blake. I couldn’t help but notice your distress.”

“Oh yeah, hey TARDIS, how’s it hanging?” I do not stop my button-smashing.

“It’s JARVIS, Miss Blake, and if I may - the machine is voice-activated.”

“Sorry, JARVIS.” I push one that makes a panel fly up, and I quickly slam it closed, hoping the AI doesn’t notice. “Wait, what?”

“The machine, Miss Blake - you simply ask for what you would like. No need to break it, though you wouldn’t be the first to try.”

“Tony fucking Stark,” I whisper, peering at the machine. “Thanks, JARVIS, you’re a real one.”

He chuckles. “Anytime, Miss Blake.”

I take a deep breath to collect myself before speaking to the appliance. Like I’ve always told Meg - when the machines rise up against us, I will not be on their bad side. I briefly consider asking for a simple black coffee, but the curious part of me wants to see what this baby can do. “Hello, fancy coffee maker,” I start, patting the top of it in what I hope comes across as an affectionate gesture. “May I please have a triple-shot vanilla latte? With oat milk?”

Almost immediately, the machine whirs to life, filling the mug I’d placed inside with what looks to be a triple-shot vanilla latte. With oat milk. “I could get used to this.” I take a sip and actually do let out a groan - Stark may have top of the line… everything, but at the end of the day hospital coffee is still hospital coffee, and I am in desperate need of the good bean juice.

I hear the clearing of another throat, this time behind me and decidedly human, and I whirl around, cheeks pink. My least favorite Avenger watches me with an amused smirk that I would love to just smack off of his attractive stupid face. I scowl into my mug. 

“Good coffee?” he asks.

“It’s fine,” I say, voice flat. I don’t know why admitting how glorious the coffee tastes feels like letting him win, but it does, and I cannot allow that.

Barnes doesn’t respond, instead stepping into my personal space. I freeze - his body is inches from my own and I go hot at the proximity. My hands tighten around the coffee mug like it's a shield. What the hell is he doing? Never losing his stupid smirk, he leans closer, so close I can feel his breath on my face, so close I can smell him - something spicy and piney and unnameable that frankly has me a little breathless. I try to take a step back, but he has me trapped between his muscular frame and the countertop behind me. My eyelids flutter closed, my body steering the ship because my mind has suddenly gone offline. System error. Cleo has left the building. Without meaning to, I tip my head up, lean just a millimeter forward, and - 

And the stupid jerk reaches over my head to grab a glass from the cabinet above me with a smug chuckle. When he turns to pour himself a serving of something green from the fridge, I let out a shaky breath. Get it together, Blake.

I shove my glasses up the bridge of my nose and search for something to say so I don’t just stand there like an idiot. “Anything is better than the med wing coffee, though - it tasted like Satan’s charred asshole.”

He chokes on his drink, breaking into a fit of surprised coughs. I simply look at him over the rim of my mug as I enjoy the admittedly perfect latte.

Barnes manages to collect himself, taking a steadying chug of the green drink with a grimace. I nod my head toward the glass. “Looks gross.”

He looks pointedly at my coffee. “At least it isn’t full of caffeine and sugar.”

I scoff. “Excuse me, 97% of my body is caffeine and sugar, so I take offense to that.”

He rolls his eyes. “Well, not everybody gets to sit in a library all day.”

My mouth drops open. “And what is that supposed to mean, you grumpy fu-”

“HEYYYYY,” Tony cuts me off as he steps into the room, clapping his hands to get our attention. “We’re waiting for you both in the debriefing room. Barnes, you were supposed to come get her, not start a lover’s spat.”

I chug the last few sips of my latte and leave the mug abandoned in the sink, pushing past Barnes to follow Tony out the door. “In his dreams,” I mutter. Though, whether I like it or not, the moment against the counter will probably be featuring pretty heavily in mine. 

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More dragon stands au, this time with a few OCs

Beach Boy is a sea serpent that's itty bitty, he's the same size class as Babyface but he has it mostly in length. He likes to sit around Pesci's neck like a scarf.

BB and Babyface are constantly wrestling. His hook teeth only extend when he's actually trying to hurt someone, so she's not in any danger.

Stone Free's glasses are a pattern around her eyes.

White Snake's discs are sort of like. He takes the soul of the dragon + memories of the master. It's a certain way he inhales that does this. The discs themselves are scales off his stomach. He's a legless serpent.

Foo is a colony of more than a dozen dragons that shoot younger versions of themselves. Think the Dreepy line.

World is the gold subspecies, Splat is the platinum. The gold subspecies is a very typical Western dragon, with a roar that stops time. Meanwhile the platinum is more visibly Eastern, but has small wings from Western ancestry. Their timestop roars are a little quieter.

Killer Queen is the size of a lioness. Like all the dragons of Morioh, she's an Eastern dragon. Diamond is the only exception, having wings due to his Western dragon father. They're vestigial however and don't let him actually fly, just glide a little further and jump a little higher.

CD is a little bigger than KQ, but her breath is explosive, she blasts out fire that explodes on contact. Over longer distances, there's a few snaps that get louder closer to the point of impact. If Kira wants them silent as he usually uses them, he needs her to bite down on the target and send the attack that way.

(Oh shit this ended up really long I'm sorry have a cut to save mobile users)

Watchtower are the 53 "cards". They have their usual hierarchy and different patterns. The Joker is still top dog and lounges on Murolo's shoulder most of the time, or sits peeking out of his pocket. They're all extremely small, but do have wings. They're like an annoying swarm of bugs. The kings have a more elegant "crown" of horns, the queens have more of a tiara, etcetera.

(OC) Symbiotic are twins, both little golden scaled dragons. They're small enough to wrap around a person's finger and turn into a metallic substance, locking in place. One has wings, the other does not.

Babyface creates Juniors with her stomach scales. They are specialized scales that act as "seeds". Melone soaks the scales in a blood sample, which Babyface then holds in her mouth to incubate until it's formed. The resulting dragon resembles the dragon of the target with similar powers. IE, the one we see in canon made from Bucciarati, it looks like Sticky Fingers with blue scales and portal generation- though it still has the typical Junior ability of turning living matter into inanimate objects.

However she can implant the scales into human women for faster incubation and less strain on herself. The baby dragon will consume the mother for energy. This is the method Melone usually chooses for a job.

(OC) Faultline functions similarly, being Babyface's sister. She takes a DNA sample and swallows it. When Melagrana needs to pull up a file, she "vomits" a scroll that contains all the information on the target.

Faultline is only the tiniest bit smaller than Babyface. They're not together often due to their masters' different jobs, but the second they are, one of them is pouncing the other for a wrestle.

(OC, Not Mine @jellyluchi) Since I've written about Fire Woman in this AU, my thoughts about her are that she's a drake with vestigial wings on her forelegs. Her mouth has a pattern that looks like bars are covering it, and it glows intensely bright when she opens it. As (one of) Grateful Dead's mate(s), he is constantly preening her scales and the small shock of feathers along her shoulders. She is a smidge larger than White Album, resulting in a lot of chaos when she's chasing Symbiotic and can't stop in time when one of them climbs into WA's fur.

Sex Pistols all have trouble getting up into the air, but they are extremely fast once they do. When the team is flying long distances, the six of them usually sit on another dragon's nose until they're at altitude, then dive off and zoom off up ahead of the leader- which is usually Sticky until GER is in the picture, then its her.

Purple Haze likes when their thunder sleeps in a pile. He will always choose to be the base of the pile. He likes the weight.

Lindwyrms technically can fly if they have wings on their forelegs. Purple Haze does- while Grateful Dead only has false wings. This is why only MiTM and LF can fly + carry someone in La Squadra.

There is one Metallica that seems to have a higher rank than the rest. This one is more of a "salamander" type of dragon, with an extra pair of legs and a longer body. Put any of them on a wood floor though and they're all scrambling to get traction.

White Album sheds every spring. Ghiaccio has considered gathering up that shed fur and having it spun into wool to make a scarf since it's so soft.

Grateful Dead will bite you if you try to walk into where he's hiding during molt. He has even bitten Prosciutto.

Moody Blues likes wearing hats. He will trill happily when he has literally anything on his head like a hat. He's also constantly nudging Abbacchio to try to make him smile.

Pre-PHF, Fugo had a harness to collect the saliva that Purple Haze would drool. The virus is in his saliva but it sent out in a smoke when he's fighting. When Haze is stressed, he drools the saliva, he just can't help it. And since Fugo hated him, he was constantly drooling, and needed a harness to catch the saliva to keep people safe.

The World can and will scruff smaller dragons. Do not test him, he will scruff all of his children.

Since Boho is a phenomenon stand that we never actually see at all, I'm picturing it as incredibly small. Small enough to fit under Ungalo's hat. It would grow a bit over time, assuming it had been given that time.

Gold Experience and Sky High would love to play together if they ever met. Sky High and his colony of rods would have a blast flying around Gold and dodging her as she snaps at them. Meanwhile, however, Under World wound think he's too good to play around and snap at his siblings if they get too close to him in their play.

Epitaph's eyes are usually closed as he rests on top of King Crimson's head until he's giving Diavolo or Doppio a vision. If Epitaph spits on you, he can give you visions too. Sorry, he gotta spit.

Stone Free is very similar to Crazy Diamond in being mostly Eastern, though her vestigial wings are a liiiittle bit bigger, making it so she actually can fly short distances.

(OC) Dream Again are triplets. One of them produces ink in a gland in his body, and he writes with his tail. The other two crawl on a person or object to read out its history. King Crimson tolerates them crawling on him, Epitaph is always snapping at them if they get too close. King Crimson's head is HIS seat.

Sticky Fingers enjoys preening his thunder, but he's not as much of a perfectionist about it as Purple Haze. Once the harness is off and Haze is allowed to preen the others, he goes ham cleaning every speck of dirt off GER.

Metallica and Sex Pistols both enjoy just letting gravity land them wherever when their thunders sleep in piles. The others will pile up, and then those two little colonies will just flop and fall. Gravity chooses one of Metallica to sleep on Grateful Dead's snoot, that is what gravity has decided.

When Beach Boy yawns, his hook fangs extend out. Be careful putting your hand near his mouth, he will accidentally hook you.

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The Best Makeup Products for College Students: Top Picks Products 2024

It’s the perfect time to refresh your beauty routine with simple as the start of a new school year begins. Whether you are a college student who like makeup minimalist or who love to stay up the make up trends, it’s the best to have best makeup products that is budget-friendly by using lip gloss not just for your lip but also for your eyelids or cheeks. We will share with you the tricks and how to choose the best five must have makeup products that you can add to your skincare routine every morning and make you look fresh and beautiful!

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5.What is the Best Eye Shadow and Blush Options for 2024?

Soft Pinch Liquid Blush: Why It's a Must-Try Soft Pinch Liquid Blush has become a cult favorite for good reason. Its lightweight, liquid formula effortlessly blends into the skin, creating a natural, flushed look that lasts all day. Unlike traditional powder blushes, this liquid formula offers buildable coverage, allowing you to achieve anything from a subtle wash of color to a more intense pop on the cheeks. The silky texture makes it easy to apply with your fingers or a brush, and it works beautifully on all skin types, providing a radiant, dewy finish. Whether you're going for a fresh, everyday look or something more dramatic, Soft Pinch Liquid Blush is a versatile must-try that adds a youthful glow to your makeup routine. Powder Blush Duo: The Perfect Pairing For those who prefer the classic touch of powder blush, a Powder Blush Duo is the ideal companion to your makeup collection. Combining two complementary shades in one compact, a blush duo allows you to customize your color and create a dimensional, blended look. The powder formula offers a soft, matte or satin finish that can be layered for more intensity, making it perfect for both day and night looks. Pairing your Soft Pinch Liquid Blush with a Powder Blush Duo can enhance your blush game, giving you the option to set the liquid blush for longer wear or mix and match colors for a more complex, professional look. Together, these products provide endless possibilities for achieving that perfect, rosy glow. How to Choose the Right Hue for Your Skin Tone

Lip Gloss for Eyeshadow and Blush Have you ever tried lip gloss in multiple ways for blush and eyeshadow? If not, Skin Beauty team will tell you the benefits and why you should start using it. First, it’s convenient and simplicity which means you can use lip gloss on the go with a quick touchup. Since lip gloss is very easy to apply with just your fingers. Another great benefit of lip gloss is budget-friendly. You can save money instead of buying the separate make-up products. This is especially helpful for students or anyone on a budget. Using Lip Gloss as Blush: - Choose the Right Shade: Pick a lip gloss in a shade that complements your skin tone, just like you would with blush. Pink, peach, or nude tones work well for most people. - Apply Sparingly: Lip gloss can be quite sticky and pigmented, so apply a small dot to the apples of your cheeks. - Blend Well: Use your fingers or a makeup sponge to blend the gloss into your skin. Pat gently until it gives you a natural, dewy finish. Using Lip Gloss as Eyeshadow: - Choose a Sheer Gloss: Opt for a gloss that's not too sticky and has a bit of shimmer or color. Clear or nude glosses can give a glossy eyelid effect, while tinted glosses add a pop of color. - Apply with Your Finger: Dab a small amount of gloss onto your eyelid using your fingertip. Start with a light layer, and build up if needed. - Set with Powder (Optional): To reduce creasing, you can lightly set the gloss with a translucent powder or a matching eyeshadow. However, if you want that glossy, editorial look, you can skip this step. Things to Keep in Mind: - Texture: Lip gloss can be stickier than regular makeup products, so be prepared for a slightly tacky feel on your skin. - Longevity: Because lip gloss is not designed for cheeks or eyelids, it may not last as long as traditional blush or eyeshadow. You may need to reapply throughout the day. - Creasing: Lip gloss on the eyelids can crease, especially if you have oily lids. Applying a primer beforehand can help minimize this. Using lip gloss in multiple ways is a great way to simplify your routine and keep your makeup bag light. Would you like some specific product recommendations for a versatile gloss? Try our best-selling lip products from our store:

Celebrities are Known for their Signature Natural Makeup Looks: What’s Trending?

Hailey Bieber - Look: Hailey Bieber is a big proponent of the "no-makeup" makeup look. She usually wears a glowy base, subtle highlighter, and nude or pink-toned lip colors, giving her a fresh, polished appearance. - Signature Products: Hailey’s routine typically includes hydrating primers, cream highlighters, and lip balms that give her that effortless glow. Zendaya - Look: Zendaya often sports a natural look that highlights her flawless skin. She tends to wear light foundation or BB cream, soft eyeshadow, and a neutral lip color. Her makeup looks are always fresh and youthful. - Signature Products: Zendaya's makeup artists often use lightweight products that let her skin breathe, like tinted moisturizers, cream blushes, and natural brow gels.

Frequently Ask Questions and Answers:

Q: What is a mascara primer? Using a lash primer before your mascara can also help to boost volume and extend wear, making your lashes look fuller and more defined. Q: How does hyaluronic acid enhance the performance of makeup products? A: Hyaluronic acid is a superstar skin care ingredient that helps to hydrate the skin, making it plump and radiant. When included in makeup products, it allows for a more blendable application and a skin-like finish that lasts throughout the day. Q: Can you recommend a blendable bronzer that was featured in the beauty awards? A: Absolutely! The beauty awards showcased a bronzer that is known for its blend-able formula, which gives a natural sun-kissed glow. It effortlessly enhances cheekbones without looking cakey or overdone, making it a favorite among beauty enthusiasts. Q: What makes the best setting spray a must-have in my makeup routine? A: The best setting spray is essential because it helps to set your makeup and prolong its wear. It creates a weightless barrier that locks in your look, ensuring you stay fresh and fabulous for hours—perfect for those long days when you want to look your best! Q: How does a good concealer improve my complexion? A: A quality concealer can work wonders on your complexion by brightening the under-eye area and blurring imperfections. The best products offer medium to full coverage while feeling lightweight, leaving your skin looking airbrushed and flawless. Q: What is the importance of makeup tools, like brushes and applicators, in achieving the best makeup look? A: Using the right makeup tools, such as makeup brushes and applicators, is crucial for achieving a polished makeup look. The best makeup brushes allow for a smooth application and help products blend seamlessly into the skin, enhancing the overall finish. Q: Are there any standout eyeliner products from the beauty awards that I should try? A: Yes, the beauty awards highlighted several eyeliners known for their precision and longevity. These eyeliners glide on smoothly and come in various finishes, ensuring you can create any look—from bold wings to subtle definition. Q: How can I incorporate the latest beauty products into my daily routine? A: Incorporating the latest beauty products into your daily routine is easy! Start by selecting a few favorite makeup products that suit your skin type and desired look. Use a concealer to brighten, a bronzer for warmth, and finish with the best setting spray to lock everything in place. Q: What should I look for in a cosmetic that claims to blur imperfections? A: When looking for a cosmetic that claims to blur imperfections, seek out formulas that contain light-diffusing particles or silicone-based ingredients. These elements help to soften the appearance of fine lines and give your skin a flawless finish, making it feel like you’re not wearing heavy makeup. Q: What is the benefit of using a balm in my makeup routine? A: A balm can serve multiple purposes in your makeup routine. It can hydrate and prep your skin, provide a subtle glow, or even be used as a highlighter on the cheekbones. The best balms leave a smooth finish and can be layered under or over other makeup products for added dimensions. Q: Does BB cream replace moisturizer? A: While BB cream offers hydration, it’s not a direct replacement for your regular moisturizer, especially if you have dry skin. It's best to use a moisturizer first to ensure your skin is well-prepped before applying BB cream. Q: How long does BB cream last? A: Generally, the wear of BB cream can vary based on your skin type and the specific product. Most BB creams provide coverage that lasts between 6 to 8 hours. For extended wear, consider setting it with a translucent powder or a setting spray. Read the full article

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Play as Iconic Characters and Relive Legendary Moments in LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga

If you want to experience their amazing work firsthand, you should definitely buy Xbox games featuring their titles. They even dropped their own IPs with LEGO City and Dimensions. But none of this would’ve happened without their 2005 gem, LEGO Star Wars: The Video Game. This game was a hilarious spin on the Star Wars prequels, mixing action, puzzles, and platforming into a colorful LEGO experience that laid the groundwork for all future LEGO games. Fast forward to today, and TT Games is back in the Star Wars galaxy with their most ambitious LEGO project ever: LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga. Covering all nine mainline films and promising endless content, is this game a fresh and fun twist on the LEGO formula, or is it a total flop? LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga lets you relive the epic saga across all nine films. You’ll watch the Republic fall and the Empire rise in Episodes I-III, take down the Empire in Episodes IV-VI, and finally shut down the Dark Side in Episodes VII-IX. You can play as iconic characters like Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Princess Leia, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Rey, Finn, and BB-8, among others. It’s a blast to journey through the galaxy with your favorite characters and relive the most legendary moments from all the films.

Upgraded Space Combat: Full Control and Thrilling Gameplay

TT Games is leveling up their LEGO game way beyond just recreating all nine films and their locations. If you’re looking to buy PS5 games that show a significant upgrade in gameplay, you'll see that for years, LEGO game mechanics have been kinda stuck in the past—characters had the same four hearts for health, and combat was just button-mashing or random blaster shots. But LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga is flipping the script, bringing a fresh, cinematic vibe to the LEGO formula while keeping it fun for all ages. Ranged combat now feels like a legit third-person shooter—you can aim down sights over your character's shoulder and take cover behind walls. The cover system might be a bit clingy, but the shooting feels way smoother, making blaster characters way more fun than before. Melee combat got a major glow-up too, with a slick combo system that rewards you for chaining moves together. The melee upgrade really shines in lightsaber duels, where the camera zooms in for epic fights that mix blocking, dodging, and attacking. They’re not Dark Souls-level bosses, but dueling General Grievous and Darth Sidious is still a blast. And space combat? It’s been seriously upgraded, giving you full control over your favorite Star Wars ships. It’s easy to pick up and play, offering a thrilling ride that fits right in with the rest of the game’s dope mechanics.

Class Abilities and Blasters: New Reasons to Explore Every Character

RPG vibes are totally in the mix with LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga, thanks to classes and upgrades. If you're looking to buy PS5 games that incorporate these features, you'll find that characters are now split into different classes, each with its own perks. Jedi and Dark Side users can use the Force to mess with stuff in the environment. Scoundrels can spot destructible objects with their senses. Heroes can rock armor pieces to blend in, while Villains can hack terminals for epic weapons. You can level up each class with Kyber Bricks to boost their skills. This class system is pretty rad and makes each of the 300+ characters feel unique. If you’re aiming to 100% LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga, you’ll want to track down your fave characters in each class. Lightsabers are still awesome, but with the new class abilities and third-person shooter mechanics, there’s now a solid reason to grab a blaster too.

The Best LEGO Star Wars Game Yet

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, a studio set out to craft a fun journey through Episodes I-III. Not only did they crush it, but they also kickstarted a franchise that just kept getting better. Fast forward to now, and as TT Games circles back to LEGO Star Wars, it’s clear they’ve leveled up big time. LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga is a total game-changer, reimagining the LEGO series by covering all the main Star Wars films, filling the galaxy with awesome activities, and refreshing the gameplay for today’s generation. Sure, there are some hiccups—like a few gameplay mechanics that could use a tweak, the lack of online co-op, and voice acting that doesn’t quite hit the mark for such an iconic franchise. But these are minor bumps in what’s otherwise the best LEGO game ever, and a stunning tribute to George Lucas' vision. LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga nails bringing that galaxy far, far away to life in a thrilling new way.

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