#Chanel Foundation

[frozenbluecookies]

Wow, okay. Even if I hadn't known about Avatrice from tumblr, Ava's vibes with the women are impeccable. Four episodes in and her thing with J.C. is.... fine, i guess. But I swear she has more chemistry with Chanel, and they've had, what, two scenes together at this point?

[indizombie]

Supply chain transparency goes beyond merely addressing environmental and social concerns; it influences consumer behaviour and builds trust. When brands are transparent about their sourcing and production practices, consumers feel more confident in their purchasing decisions, favouring brands that align with their values. As transparency becomes a defining factor in consumer choices with growing environmental and sustainability awareness, luxury brands have an opportunity to drive responsible practices within the industry. Various fashion houses in France, Italy, the United States (US) and the UK have acquired partial stakes in suppliers to achieve transparency. Chanel and Brunello Cucinelli recently acquired partial stakes in Cariaggi Lanifico, a family-owned cashmere and natural fibre supplier. Through this partial stake acquisition, Chanel will gain more control over how Cariaggi Lanifico sources the natural fibre and over its business practices, enhancing the brand’s sustainability efforts. With growing incentives from the government in France, luxury brands have moved their operations to their home country to be able to track their supply chains. Similarly, Levi’s has adopted manufacturing processes to reduce water usage, while Patagonia introduced a recycled and organic clothing range to its product line.

Radhika Purohit, ‘Towards sustainable fashion apparel supply chains’, Observer Research Foundation

[rosemaryhelenxo]

Top Features of YSL All Hours Foundation You Need to Know | Review

When it comes to foundation, Yves Saint Laurent has long been a go-to brand for many beauty enthusiasts. The YSL All Hours Foundation is no exception, promising a flawless finish and long-lasting wear. But is it worthy of this status? The packaging of the All Hours Foundation is undeniably chic. With its sleek glass bottle and iconic YSL logo, it certainly makes a statement on any vanity. The…

[ommorphiabeautybar]

CHANEL · Cruise Marseille 2024/25 Backstage Beauty

  The CHANEL Cruise 2024 runway show took place at the MAMO, Centre d’art de la cité radieuse in Marseille, France and was one of the last collections to be created by Virginie Viard, as it was recently announced that she was stepping down as Creative Director for the brand. The pieces drew inspiration from an ‘underwater reverie’, with the makeup doing its absolute best to provide an elevated…

[mashtatosworld]

tiny dancer

summary: your baby has her first dance lesson!

It started, like most things in your house, with Jiyong’s stubborn determination.

“Baby gymnastics,” you suggested, scrolling through a list of toddler-friendly classes on your phone. “I did it when I was her age - it’s great for coordination.”

But he already had his heart set on baby ballet - had done ever since he found out you were pregnant.

Jiyong’s face scrunched up in immediate disapproval. “Gymnastics? Jagi, please. No. Ballet is the foundation of all dance. Besides..." He cleared his throat. "Gymnastics is dangerous."

That was more like it. Your husband, always one to panic over his baby's safety.

“She’s two,” you deadpanned. "She's not going to be doing backflips."

"But picture her in a little tutu. Just - ” His brows drew together, resting his head on your arm as you lay together in bed. “Please. Our tiny ballerina.”

“She won't like it."

You knew your baby. And she had little tolerance for anything delicate, slow or gentle. She constantly jumped off the back of the couch, rolled across your bed - almost flattening Iye one time, and always tried to climb over the baby gates.

Now that you thought about it, maybe Jiyong's frantic states were reasonable...

“I loved it. She'll love it.” He sighed dramatically, like you were depriving her of a destiny written in glitter and tulle. “Come on, imagine her first recital. The little bun in her hair. Please.”

You rolled your eyes - because of course he was already envisioning stage lights and bouquets - but his excitement was contagious, and really, how could you say no when his face lit up like that?

“Fine. Ballet it is.”

“YES!”

Zoa flew off the bed at his loud shout.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The day of her first lesson, Jiyong was up before anyone else - rifling through the tiny ballet clothes you bought, laying out her tutu, tights, and slippers with the kind of reverence usually reserved for his Chanel appearances.

“My baby,” he cooed as she toddled into the room, still half-asleep after breakfast, with her hair sticking out in all directions. “Come here, princess. Appa’s gonna teach you some moves so you’re ready for class.”

He demonstrated a surprisingly graceful plié, then rose up on his toes with a soft arm circle above his head. “See? Easy.”

Diva blinked at him. Then turned and waddled straight for her toy box.

“Wait, wait, no - come back!” Jiyong tried again, gently taking her tiny hands and lifting them into position. She yanked them back to clutch her stuffed animal, totally uninterested. “Okay, okay, we’ll warm up later,” he muttered, already sweating.

Undeterred, he sat her down to get her dressed, wrestling with the tiniest pair of pink tights in existence, muttering curses under his breath every time her chubby legs kicked free. By the time the tutu was on, Jiyong’s hair was sticking up worse than Diva’s.

“Okay, hair time,” he declared, grabbing a brush and a handful of sparkly hair ties. Diva, however, had other plans - squirming, giggling, and wiggling out of his grip.

“Hold still, baby, please - just one bun,” he pleaded, trying to gather her wild hair into something resembling order.

"No." She pouted, shaking her head.

The hairbrush clattered to the floor. The first hairband pinged across the room, followed by another.

“Yah! Why is her hair like this?!” he gritted out, a hair pin balanced between his teeth whilst his hands were occupied with sweeping her hair into his grip and holding her still.

“She gets it from you,” you called from the doorway, amused.

He turned, wide-eyed, the pin falling from his mouth. “No.” he muttered defensively.

You sauntered in, scooping Diva into your lap with practiced ease. “First mistake? You didn’t wet her hair.” You grabbed the spray bottle off the dresser, giving her hair a quick mist. “You’re fighting a bird’s nest right now.”

Jiyong watched in awe as you sectioned and smoothed Diva’s tangled locks with ease. She sat still for you - the traitor - humming softly and pulling curiously at her little slippers as you worked.

“I adore you.” he whispered, like you were a hair magician.

“I know.” You shot him a smug smirk, tying off the perfect little ballet bun. “Stick to creative direction, Ji.”

“Not fair,” he muttered, but softened immediately when Diva turned to the mirror, examining her own reflection.

“Pretty,” she mumbled, patting her head.

Jiyong melted. “The prettiest.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The excitement carried all the way to the studio - right up until the teacher, with a gentle smile, explained that parents weren’t allowed to watch the first few lessons.

“It helps them focus,” she explained. “Without distractions or - ” her eyes flickered briefly to Jiyong, “ - hovering.”

You felt him stiffen beside you. “But - I just - ” He trailed off, looking absolutely heartbroken. “I’ll be quiet. I swear.”

“I’m sorry. It’s studio policy.”

“Come on,” you said softly, tugging his sleeve. “Let’s go grab a coffee or something.”

He didn’t budge.

"Do you like music? Specifically rap?" He asked suddenly, crossing his arms.

"Jiyong, no." You yanked him this time, before he could try and pull the 'GDragon' card.

Instead, he was forced to pace the hallway, glancing at the closed studio door every few seconds, his hands fidgeting in his pockets.

“Ji...” you sighed, already knowing where this was going.

“I know Jagi, I just - do you think she's making friends?”

Ever since she had started nursery, you'd been informed she was making friends. But she never spoke about it. She just always shrugged, going back to playing with her toys.

“She’s fine,” you assured him, settling into a seat with your phone.

But of course, he couldn’t leave it alone.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You are scrolling through your schedule for the week when you caught him kneeling on the floor, peeking through the tiny gap in the door’s keyhole - one eye squinted shut, the other trying to catch the smallest glimpse of his baby girl. “Jiyong!”

He jumped back, guilty as anything.

“Sit down,” you scolded. “The other parents are watching.”

“Most of them left!” he tutted fiercely as he stood up from the ground. “They went to get coffee! What kind of parents just leave?”

“Normal ones.” You shrug. “Ones who trust their kids are fine.”

He sat - reluctantly - bouncing his knee, checking the time on his watch every thirty seconds. Every giggle or shuffle from inside made him tense, and by the time the door finally opened, he practically sprinted to scoop Diva up.

“Princess! How was it? Did you have fun? What did you learn? Did you twirl? Did you do pliés? Did you like your teacher? Tell Appa everything!”

Diva, in true Diva fashion, offered exactly two words: “It good.”

“That’s it?” Jiyong blinked. “What about - ”

She wriggled out of his arms until she was reluctantly placed on her feet, and took your hand, already more interested in the snack you promised her than her father’s interrogation. Jiyong followed, looking absolutely perplexed that his daughter - his tiny ballerina - was giving him nothing.

“She’s two,” you reminded him softly. “Give her time.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The evening was quiet - you were at the stove, stirring something for dinner, the scent filling the kitchen while Jiyong sat cross-legged on the floor with Diva in the living room.

You were about to ask him to set the table but could hear his soft voice, asking one more time, “Are you sure you don’t want to show Appa what you learned?”

Silence.

You peeked your head around the corner, about to rescue him from another round of toddler evasiveness - when you saw it.

Diva, still in her little pink tights, standing perfectly on her tiptoes, arms raised in a soft circle above her head. She twirled - just once, her balance wobbly but determined, a tiny ballerina in her own world.

Jiyong’s breath caught, his eyes soft with wonder.

He didn’t say a word. He just watched, hands resting in his lap, pride and love written all over his face.

You stayed quiet too, letting them have that moment. You watched as your tiny ballerina danced for her biggest fan, and no one else.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

im so soft for gdad. had to post this after the last angsty one... also posting early since i'll be busy tonight - love mash xx

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[kisses4kaia]

patrick likes his girls mean!! he loves the stuck up, entitled, princesses who demand their every need be catered to. so when he meets you, all designer rackets and chanel sponsorships, he’s gotta bite.

you’d heard of patrick, of course. whom of your peers hadn’t? the effervescent tennis prodigy with a blinding career practically inscribed in his fates.

you couldn’t lie, learning about his reputation as not only a tennis god, but as a sex one, too… you had to bite.

hell if you were going to make the first move, though. that was quite literally never happening, and so you bided your time.

luckily for you, patrick was rather impatient—much differently to yourself—and would never miss the opportunity to make his way towards you at one of your dad’s events at your exorbitant, cherrywood-littered, home.

“that’s your third glass of champagne.” his voice startled from behind you. you swiveled on your heels to face the owner of such a bold tenor. “excuse me?”

patrick smiled to himself, nodding towards your glass. “tough night?” he’s suave, a large, single, step and he’s right next to you.

about to spit at him the meanest offended verbiage you could offer, your eyes found themselves catching onto his broad shoulders, and then practically raving all over his figure. his forearms, worked and muscled, were cut off from your view at the wrists, hands shoved deep into his pockets. there was a shock of dark, gelled, curls on his head, pairing dangerously fine with the honest and abyssal ultramarine of his eyes.

“you gonna keep checking me out or are you gonna answer my question?” he wore a stupid, smug smirk that had you scoffing. “sorry, do i know you?” you wished you could have looked down at him when saying this, but even with your heavy platform versace heels, you still had to crane your head to meet his eyes.

and of course, your question was redundant, but from the sounds of him thus far, he could do with a little ego death.

“patrick, zweig. i play tennis. and you do, too, don’t you?” he knew the answer to that question and he knew exactly who you were, because your father’s foundation that this very event was being held for, was titled in your name. “oh, that’s right. yeah, your parents were, i think.. third place at last year’s st. jude’s fundraiser?” his face twisted up in shame so satisfactorily, you had to physically bite back an evil giggle of victory. “well, patrick. it was really nice talking—“

“i’ve got something stronger than champagne in my car.” his tone was flat, practically monotonous, but his words had an implication of sheer fun, and who were you to skip out on that?

so, here you were, orange vodka bottle in your right hand as you jerked a whining patrick off with your left. “god, you’re so fucking pent up. what is it, tennis? or is it that no girl wants to fuck you, so you haven’t blown a decent load since back at school?”

ooh, he would tell it to you so straight, spit out evidence-backed statements of how easy it was to get a pretty girl on her knees for him whenever he wanted, he would. he would, if his mind wasn’t so fogged up with the pleasure, and the drinks, and mostly you. you you you.

“fuck—t’s so good, so good. please, i wanna cum, wanna cum,” he’d plead through the thick steam growing in the increasingly too-small cockpit of his car.

“how bad?” nipping at his ear, you were waiting to hear him beg, and he was waiting to swallow his mass of pride enough to get it out. “so bad, really fucking bad. i need it, need you, fuck. shit—please, need it so much,” he was so convincing, and it would’ve swayed a kinder soul, but then again, patrick likes his girls mean.

“no.” with your hand lost on his stupidly bricked length, patrick groaned, and bitched, and whined, and complained about how unfair you were being, and how he’d never do that to you, and blah blah blah. “well, i can’t say i care, so. maybe i’ll see you later. bye, patrick,” your fingers twinkled goodbye in a wave, and you were out of the vehicle and back inside the party without another word.

it wasn’t over then, of course not, and you knew it. thus, it came as no shocker when an unknown number randomly applepays you $1000 in the middle of the night, along with a text that reads as follows.

had a great time. hope we run into each other again sometime soon. and, don’t spend it all in once place, yeah? - 💸

[godhandler]

tired manager!Nanami x kpop idol!reader

He’s sick, absolutely sick of you. In all his underpaid overworked years as an idol manager, he’s never seen one as impossible as you. 

You’re the centre, lead singer, and the most popular member of your girl group ‘R0ck-Chic’. The princess of K-Pop. Ranked Top10 on Billboard and Melon, brand ambassador for Chanel. Photocards for $1500 retail. Face straight out of a manhwa, bubblegum-sweetheart personality, born a musical genius too!

But that’s just on camera.  

“Prissy bitch.”

Nanami keeps his thoughts to himself. He’s doubling as a bodyguard-cum-manager for your M-Net Music Show, watching you yell at your hairstylist backstage. She accidentally burned a piece of your hair extensions off, but hey, it was a fucking accident! The poor lady is nearly in tears at your cruel words. No one really likes working with you, not your staff, not the other members of your group, because underneath the Estée Lauder Double Wear foundation is a secret none of your massive fanbase knows: You’re a cunt. 

“Nanami-san!” At least you’re still calling him with honorifics, even though he’s cringing thinking about what harsh command your majesty shall bark at him. “God, Nanami-san, where the fuck are you? When’s our show going to begin? Can’t get on stage in time, can’t get my makeup done on time-” You cast an evil look at the makeup-artist, who promptly bursts into tears too. “- I’m surrounded by useless trashcans!”

Miwa, the leader of R0ck-Chic, hesitantly tries to calm you down. “Ah, yn, it’s ok, they’re setting up the stage right now so–”

“– I believe it’s prudent to look at the other groups’ rehearsals and analyse the competition, miss.” Nanami steps in. He really hates his job, having to babysit the most spoilt celeb on the planet. When he speaks, he means it to everyone around you. “Let’s all use this time to the fullest, yes?” 

(Later on he’d go and apologise to the people you brought to tears. Not that he’s under any obligation to do so, he’s simply a gentleman like that. And maybe he cares about your reputation.)

You grumble, taking the ice-chips that Nanami offers you. It’s hard to be angry with diet-abiding ice-chips in your mouth. “Don’t need to ‘analyse’ any stupid competition. R0ck-Chic has me, and I’m the best.” 

The fucking audacity, Nanami cringes. And she’s not even wrong. That’s the worst part. 

You kill it on stage that night. Broadcasted live, the TV ratings spike immediately when you come on screen, bootleg solo fancams flooding Twitter and your ending fairy goes viral. The photocard prices jump up to $2000. 

There’ll be stalkers tonight following the car. I’ll have to drive through the offside path. Nanami took all the security measures that any manager worth their salt would.

Only he didn’t account for how crazy your stalkers would get tonight in particular. Even the offside has large unmarked SUVs, waiting to trail your car to a standstill. Sasaengs.

You’re in your sweatpants, performance makeup off, texting away inside the car that Nanami is driving right now, clearly no idea of how much danger you’re in. A fan would simply take your autograph and leave happily. Sasaengs, especially ones of this calibre, would stab you. At least she’s not screaming. Yet. 

He’s very correct. Because the moment that he tells you that you’ll have to stay in the dance studio tonight (can’t risk leaking the group dorm location to the stalkers), screaming is exactly what you do. 

“You promised I’d go home!” You stamp your feet on the ground, chuck your phone at him, throwing a proper fit. “I’m sick of you stupid fuckers ruining everything! Everyone is dogshit here!” The regular migraine that comes after dinner-time drives nails into Nanani’s temple. “Nanami-san, you dumb fucking gasbag! I’m tired! I-WANT-TO-GO-HOME!”

“SO-DO-I!”

Both you and Nanami are shocked silent. No one has ever talked back to you since you became famous, and you became famous at the age of 5. It’s weird. It’s interesting. 

Poor Nanami-san now has to deal with all the drama you cause as well as this new problem: you might be growing a teeny weeny crush on him.  

Bonus: you have to buy a new phone. stop throwing phones. 

masterlist

a/n: I have insomnia and a bad cold. no one has suffered like me.

[baby-tini]

HELLO! I LOVE YOUR HCS OF MIKEY 🩷

may i request bonten! mikey with a darling that's chill? like he kidnaps her and she's like "oh, so you like me? should've said so." like she's totally okay with being kidnapped and being forced to stay at home

Stop, this is so me. I would be perfectly fine sitting in this mans big ass penthouse. Cooking and cleaning while he works.

-It would be 50/50 for him, he'd be quite pleased that you're so chill about it, but also.. a little concerned. Like, do you know who this man is? He's the biggest crime boss in Japan, he's responsible for a multitude of crimes, such as murder, drug trafficking, fraud and so on. But hey, if you're cool with it and you're not tryna escape or fight him, he doesn't mind. -He does appreciate you being so willing though. It makes him like you a lot more, like, you're indirectly telling him, he can't do wrong in your eyes. He just kidnapped you, took you away from everything. Your family, friends, all that and you don't give a fuck? You actually like or at the very least, are okay with your.... situation? Yeah, he bought the ring already and has his vows memorized. -He will shower you in gifts, buying you anything you want, all you have too do is ask nicely while giving him a little pout, and he's all yours. He has spent thousands on you in a day, while he obviously can't take you out, because of his... job. He'll let you order whatever you want from where ever you want, and trust me when I say, you won't even be able too put a dent in his wallet. -Your closet is filled to the brim with designer clothes and shoes, he also buys you the pretties lingerie and sleep wear. Lace, silk, satin and velvet, anything you want. He does however, expect you too give him a little show, modeling the pretty little clothes he buys, letting him fuck you in the silk slip-on dresses he buys you for bed. Although, if you do have a specific style that you prefer, such as, alternative, chic, artsy, preppy or vintage, he'll cater to it. -He does get a little annoyed at your teasing though, like yes, obviously he likes you. That's why he took you in the first place silly girl. If you tease him about it a lot, he'll just stare at you blankly, with those big, black eyes of his. He won't say anything or move, just stare and wait for you too quiet down, sometimes when he's in a good mood. He'll go along with your teasing, telling you that, you're just so pretty and that such beauty belongs in a lavish penthouse, covered in designer and behaving for him. -Because you're not allowed too leave, he'll make sure he buys or has someone install any of your interests. You like swimming? He'll have someone install an in-ground pool for you. You like writing or reading? He'll buy you any books you want and give you the newest computer. It will be heavily monitored though and he has rules set for it, including a time limit. You like doing make-up? You have a room dedicated to it, he bought you a big vanity with all the lavish skin-care and products you could want or need. Ranging from Dior foundation to Chanel face masks and YSL lipsticks. Because his girl only deserves the best after all. -He will let you do the face masks on him, but rarely. He does appreciate the time he spends with you during it and that he gets too relax. He won't admit that he genuinely enjoys though, the feeling of your soft hands rubbing the serrum into his skin. He also has a reputation too up-hold, so you better appreciate it while he lets it happen. He also just likes that you're taking care of him. Ooooh and if you run your hands through his hair while he relaxes? Bitch, he's putty in your hands. -Because you're so well-behaved, he rarely gets rough with you, if at all. He doesn't punish you, because, there's no need too and his rules aren't very strict. He lets you mostly do whatever you want, because as long as he can touch, kiss and fuck you whenever he wants with no complaints? Go ahead and do as you please, you definitely have more freedom acting like this then if you were too act like a brat. -While he is fine with you just chilling and watching tv, he does still expect you too pick up after yourself and keep your things nice and tidy. Because if you slack off or take advantage of him, or try anyway, all of those nice things and privileges will be gone in seconds. If you can't appreciate your freedom then you won't have any until you learned too act right.

-He likes when you sit in his lap while he does paperwork, looking so pretty while he runs his hands through your hair and letting him mark up your neck. He'll let you leave marks on him but only in places under his clothes. -Whenever he's not working, he likes too cuddle with you on the couch, with you in his arms, sitting in his lap while watching a movie. Or if you're cooking dinner for him, he'll be holding you from behind and if you ask about his day while he nuzzles into you, he just gets so soft, it sends shivers down his back, he gets butterflies. -He expects you too get his name tattooed on you, at some point. Not the Bonten tattoo because you don't belong to Bonten, you belong to Manjiro Sano. He will let you pick the place too get the tattoo though, but it's non-negotiable.

[royal-confessions]

“I LOVE that the Duchess of Gloucester wore a hat designed and made by a student on the Chanel and King's Foundation Millinery Fellowship, to the first garden party of the season. The King's Foundation (not to be confused with The King's Trust) does such incredible and unsung work in preserving traditional heritage skills.” - Submitted by Anonymous

[megalynnan]

Thoughts on Defuntland's History of Animatronics.

-starting a history of disney animatroics with Homer's The Illiad. *chefs kiss* Kevin Perjurer should never stop telling stories like this.

-the RUR play - fucking horrifying, where can I find it?

-French is a beautiful language

"Real skin....real skin"

-When talking about how the disney Grandpa Chung's face skin would deteriorate, I assumed he was going to go "maybe thats why they used real skin.

-"no." -Walt Disney

-the California adventure bit had me spit a laughed so suddenly, and paused the episode to appreciate it.

-at the start of part 3. There is a lot of stuff about God in here. Like. A. Lot. Giving me Frankenstein vibes. Kevin, kevy, Mr. Defunctland, where we going with this? Are we as humans poor fathers/gods to our creations? Have we created life to reject it and turn it monstrous? Are we the monsters of this story?

-a lot of math and engineering here Kev.

-Lincoln had sort of legit cheekbones. "Unique"

-another pause at How TF did Walter "i want to be a dictator of an automous city in florida" Disney get technology for warheads?????

-is...is Lincoln christ in this metaphor???

-disney was such a shitty boss.

-and that's when the protests started.

-a 6 foot 7 robot Lincoln.

-soooo disney wanted to get rid of people...and have robots work instead???? Because the robots can't form a union????? Cue the RUR play.

-ah historical perfectionist anti union disney.....wants to create robots......

-"because I can't stop" walt disney on why he developed the lincoln animatronic. Big yikes my bud. Big yikes.

-PART 4

-a 6 foot 7 robot lincoln. Who would violently spasm and break his set. "It could kill you" - marc davis

-lincoln's great grandson crying at the world's fair is making me feel things.

-how TF was bradbury friends with Disney?? To get ideas for dystopia?

-bringing up a lot of monsters right now kev. Think we are getting back to the frankenstien stuff.

-kevin babe. Are we skipping over ada Lovelace?

-"the difference engine...the computer would not just be the new way to program animatronics, it would be the key to unlocking the next phase of mechanical life. A living machine, that appeared not just to move like a human, but to sense like one, to respond like one, to think like one. There's something inside us and we let it out."

Fuckkkkk So. We are just holding a mirror up to the horrors of our creation? Thanks kevin. Absolute banger of a line. Thanks for the existential dread.

I need kevin to get like awards for this shit. Seriously the best and most insightful Documentaries.

This. The disney Chanel theme song. The fastpass one. Garfield. All fucking top tier. The Epcot one is so beautiful too.

It's almost like he started by talking about defunct rides, and is now talking about a defunct culture. But as the culture is going under. And in true Kevin Perjurer fashion, he's starting at the beginning of the story. The idolization of business and consumerism and innovation for consumptions sake. The rot of leadership and how to make poor facsimiles.

He's not talking about how society is crumbling now, he's talking about the first termite that started eating away at the foundation. And I love him for it. I guess it's time to watch the fastpass video for fun.

[delreysdollette]

the liars’ makeup routines pt.1: hanna marin ౨ৎ

products used: - 1st foundation: charlotte tilbury magic foundation - 2nd foundation: clinique beyond perfecting foundation + concealer  - highlighter, blush, bronzer: laura geller baked color and contour, sunset glow - 1st eyeshadow: nars inoubliable coup d’oeil eye shadow palette - 2nd eyeshadow: kevyn aucoin the eyeshadow duo - eyeliner: bobbi brown perfectly defined gel eyeliner  - mascara: maybelline one by one express mascara - 1st lipstick: gabriel cosmetics nude lipstick   - 2nd lipstick: lorac alter ego lipstick  - 3rd lipstick: chanel les beiges healthy glow sheer colour stick - lipliner: bobbi brown art stick

[rosemaryhelenxo]

If you're on the hunt for a foundation that feels like a second skin, look no further than the Yves Saint Laurent NU Bare Look Tint Foundation. This revolutionary product has taken the beauty world by storm, and after trying it myself, I can confidently say it deserves every bit of the hype. Rose xo

[theoneandonlybella]

𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓒𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮

@ladeedade Hope this helps!

✧.* 𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀

Alice’s wardrobe has a very distinct style that can be described as a mix between 1920s vintage and modern elegance. In the Twilight books, Alice is described as petite and pixie-like, so that’s what her style often reflects.

✧.* 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮

Alice’s personal color palette can be described as a combination of jewel tones, neutrals, cool toned dark colors, and the occasional muted pastel. Think 1920s meets fairycore.

Neutral tones (black, white, cream, gray)

deep purple

emerald green

navy blue

Muted pastels

crimson red

cobalt blue

✧.* 𝓣𝓸𝓹𝓼

Alice prefers feminine, often form-fitting tops that enhance her small figure and often these will be interesting through fabric or texture.

Silk camisoles with lace accents

Soft knit turtlenecks

Peplum tops

Sweetheart or off the shoulder tops

Vintage cardigans

Tailored jackets (think Chanel.)

If you want to recreate her iconic baseball uniform, here are the basics:

Tight, dark colored pants (like leggings)

White knee socks

Dark long sleeve shirt

White sneakers

Cropped-sleeve white baseball jersey

✧.* 𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓼

Alice often appears in tight or form-fitting pants that enhance her figure. Avoid choosing something like light wash or baggy denim. Instead opt for something like these:

High-waisted cigarette pants

Dark wash or black cropped skinny jeans

Tailored plaid or houndstooth trousers

Black leather or latex pants

A-line midi skirts

Pleated skirts

Mini skirts paired with black tights and ankle boots

Pencil skirts

✧.* 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼

Dresses are a huge part of Alice’s wardrobe, as she very often appears at events in a cute dress. Again, think form-fitting and rich cool tones. She also likes lace detailing, small bows, and cap sleeves.

Vintage tea dresses

Sheath dresses in sleek fabrics (silk, satin, etc)

Silk wrap dresses

Cocktail dresses with lace or beaded detailing

✧.* 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓼

Alice is very stylish and fashion-oriented, so she likes to opt for a good, fashionable shoe that goes with the outfit.

Ballet flats

Ankle boots (heeled or flat)

Mary janes

Stilettos (for dressy outfits)

Vintage oxfords

✧.* 𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

Alice doesn’t over-accessorize, but she mindfully chooses tasteful compliments to her outfits. Think small, dainty, and feminine.

Statement rings, often stackable

Thin silk scarves

Leather gloves

Thin headbands or small hair clips

vintage purses (clutch or structured handbags)

Oversized yet feminine sunglasses

If you want to copycat Alice’s iconic ribbon necklace as she wears in Twilight, then it is available on Amazon!

✧.* 𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮

Alice’s iconic spiky black hair is her signature look, but there are several options for people who don’t have a pixie cut.

Tousle short hair with a moderate amount of product to recreate that signature spiky look, or sleek it down with a side part.

For longer hair, you can either opt for a wig or recreate the spiky look on the lengths of your hair by working in small sections and slightly curving the ends of the hair with a straightener.

Additionally, if the outfit calls for it, you can add small hair clips or barrettes.

✧.* 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓾𝓹

Alice’s makeup is very subtle but fashionable, and she opts for medium dark feminine colors to suit her features.

Her makeup is always cool-toned, to suit her pale skin and vampiric color palette.

Porcelain skin is perfect for this look: use a sheer, dewy foundation or skin tint.

Define sharp, angled brows with a dark product, and try to keep them neat and thin.

Blush is very subtle, so opt for a lifted look by dragging a light-colored blush up from the mid-cheek to the temples.

Alice seems to like berry lip tones, so take a cool-toned matte lipstick or shimmery gloss and use a light hand.

She likes soft smokey eyes with the main color being cool-toned browns or greys. Use a light glitter on the center of the lid and the inner corner to open up the eyes.

Alice’s lashes are very long, but natural. Use a light hand with a black mascara to draw out the eyes.

I hope this helps! Let me know if there’s another character you would like a styling guide for!

[stari-hun]

The Eras of Manus VinDriptae

A breakdown of their outfits and the eras they take inspiration from. Expanded from my Foundation vs Manus Uniforms post.

Arcana

Arcana's style of mermaid dress didn't become popular until the 1930s however the trumpet bottom in her dress didn't start to gain favor in gowns until the 60s. Her dress' wrap style didn't become popular until the late 70s either as a symbol of liberation. The ribbons on her dress are very Rococo inspired but the style of layered bows didn't become popular again until 2021.

Her shrug also become popular in the 1950s to be worn over dresses for warmth or modesty, although Arcana's use of the shrug seems to be more for layering with her opera length glove.

Arcana's hair accessory is closest to a hair or hat pins. Hair pins would be worn as they are today where they'd clip something into the hair to hang down on the head and accessorize the hair and frame the face. Hat pins would serve a similar function in fastening a hat and it's accessories to the head and reached the height of their popularity in the Victorian Era before subsequently being banned while used as tools for self defense.

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Forget Me Not

Forget Me Not has the weirdest case for his outfit because his suit vest is between proper evening wear for 1910, but his main chapter is in 1929 which had already had a much higher cut by that time. He's adhering to a decade behind which fits the struggle we can imply from his story anecdote, but even then there's some inconsistencies. Despite the odd cut for an evening suit, the floral pattern was a common menswear pattern alongside tartans.

His pants are also from a style much more preferred by the 1970s. He has a pair of fitted slacks that you wouldn't see in 1929 in black cotton outside of women wearing them. The preference and expectation for men was earthy or neutral tones which were navy at the darkest. Fitted slacks also didn't become popular until the 70s because the 20th century began with lose and fitting clothes and higher volumes of fabric before ending with tighter fits and light versatile fabric.

His shoes.. I. Shoes from 1929 look closer to modern bowling or tap shoes with that specific cut and layering. If not, they'd be a solid leather loafer styled shoe. All things considered, men's shoes haven't changed much over the years. That type of buckled shoe hasn't been worn by men since around the 1790s because their shoes became efficient then the designs only changed as different materials and techniques were invented.

Forget Me Not's cravat wasn't popular in 1929 since around 1840, and they didn't see a resurgence until the 1950s-80s. The cut and styling also weren't things seen, but I'd give that mostly to his preference as an arcanist.

(I COULD NOT tell you what's happening with his waist buckles. Yoo Joonghyuk ass straps... It's something you'd see from a ren fair or munchkin comic over anything. The only time belts have been worn in that place in history have been with women for chest support, fanny packs, or weapons. Forget Me Not doesn't use a wand or anything and if he can use something like a conductors wand for his arcanum, it's not even strapped there. Which is a good decision because being that conspicuous as an arcanist in that time period wasn't a good idea!!)

Ms Grace

Ms Grace's dress is similar to those in 1957, but strapless dresses didn't become popular until the 80s, but a sweetheart neckline with a lace high neck wasn't popular in evening gowns in that era. Swing dresses typically had a straight or boat neckline in the late 50s to early 60s, and the ones that did were never strapless. Balenciaga experimented with necklines extended via lace in 1957, and lace drapery was popular with Chanel in 1960's cocktail gowns, which mirror Grace's outfit more, but the 1950s-1960s widely showed a preference for lace in drapery or embroidery over necklines.

Modern sequins also became popular in the 1940s-50s due to a innovation in the creation process. Her heels also adhere to time period shoes in 1957.

Her accessories also seem to be inspired from the 1840's-60's with her choker and bonnet set being popular during those eras before a resurgence in the 90's. Her scarf wasn't a popular item until the 1990's, as during the 1950's-60's scarfs were draped over the shoulders or worn over clothing as another layer, and as time went on they became tighter fitting after less layers were favored more. One thing I consider more of an oddity in her outfit is the mourning poke bonnet she wears that takes inspiration from the ones in the 1840s. If anything, I'd just assume that it's apart of Ms Grace's ideals as a member of the Manus and her opinions on mortality.

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Sophia

Sophia is also an odd case like Arcana because Apeiron considered themselves still moving through time due to the ritual protecting the island, so her outfit has to be based on the other members of Apeiron. Apeiron itself has to be counted as it's own style with one era: 1999. They had frequent contact with and initiates from the outside world before the Storm and even sometime after, so it can be assumed they took techniques and materials from them up to 1999. They also had the variable of being a strictly arcanist community which values creative self expression and design aspects.

From 6's lines we can assume all of the clothing from Apeiron is cut to be mathematical and tailored to the arcanist wearing them. Their designs likely fit a ratio or pattern that I couldn't describe since I learned visual design and fashion composition visually over any formal theory.

Sophia's original outfit and Manus uniform mirrors one another, and she even keeps her gloves from her original outfit. Her outfit mirroring her original in the main aspects apart from the open midriff. Without making another post entirely on Apeiron, Sophia's shift from the Manus brought on mostly a shift in motifs apart from her pleating. Pleating became popular among women in the 1920s and reached their peak in the 80s before dying down again to focus on new fabrics over techniques in preparation for the y2k 2000s.

[dead-dolphins]

Perfectly Misbehaved: the beautiful (and stubborn) heiress, Mikasa Ackerman.

Mikasa Ackerman is known for being rich, beautiful, and smart, but she’s also downright frustrating. As the only heiress to her father’s massive fortune, she’s grown up with everything handed to her, which has made her a bit spoiled and impulsive. She can be a handful when things don’t go her way. However, despite all that, Mikasa has a genuinely kind heart. She really does care about the people in her life and does her best to help them, even if her approach can sometimes be a bit... unconventional. Her intentions are always good, even if they don’t always come across that way

And here it is her inspo:

She’s always dressed in designer brands and never steps out without looking completely on trend. Pastel colours for the day and dark shades at night—it’s her personal rule, and she sticks to it religiously. When it comes to makeup, she keeps it super simple because she’s convinced her features are “too perfect” for a heavy foundation (her confidence is through the roof, lol). Even though her closet is full of different high couture brands, Chanel is hands-down her favourite brand!

Ro’s note:

I picture her as a modern-day version of Jane Austen’s Emma—even a bit like Cher Horowitz from Clueless—but with an extra dose of frustration. She’s charming, fashionable, and always thinks she knows best, even when she’s completely off the mark. You can’t help but love her, but at the same time, she can drive you up the wall with her meddling and insistence that she’s always right. Then again, that’s just how Eren sees her, lol (or it’s a truth). He’d definitely have a few things to say about her stubbornness!

[corawithfanfiction]

I Should've Kissed You Longer I Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Episode 10

episode 9 - episode 11

MY MASTERLIST! - EVENTS! - HOME!

This is an original story and may not be copied or translated into another language without permission!

Summary: Steve probably still doesn't remember, but you can pull yourself together and spend some time with the team.

Warnings: loss, denial, uncertainty of death, amnesia, loss of memory, non-contact, obscurity, mourning, unconsciousness.

Author Note: I know that a few chapters are short, but the first chapters are a bit short as I need to cut the story in logical places as the chapters will get longer and longer. According to the current plans, our story will be around 27-28 chapters, enjoy your reading.

July 11, Thursday

Afternoon.

If I had known that removing even my fingertip from depression would work so well, believe me, I would have removed my head right after you arrived, not my fingertip.

The first thing I did was take a long, long shower. I shampooed myself several times. believe me, I instantly started to feel more comfortable. then I put aside the warm water's ferment and put some clothes on, combed my wet hair but didn't dry it. the face I saw in the mirror, believe me, could only belong to a zombie. I was aware that I was getting pale and depressed, but I didn't expect this much. so as I desperately searched through the drawers for something, I found exactly what I was "looking for". make-up. urban decay foundation, Fenty highlighter, and oh, a nice nude lipstick from Chanel. i marveled that tony really had the foresight to put these things in here. maybe she had simply put them in without me noticing while you were feeding me. if so, it was a simple but clever enough move.

Of course, I used a lot of highlighter to cover the depressions on my face, but also because I loved it. the only problem was that my face glowed like a phosphorescent in the dark, but I don't regret it.

When I left my room, everyone who looked at me looked five more times. I didn't know if it was because of the highlighter or because they knew about my condition. maybe it was both. I was on my way to the lounge that the invincibles use exclusively, but the prospect of you being there made my stomach numb with excitement.

When I finally opened the door to that high-ceilinged, metallic-colored room, everyone was standing and staring at me. they'd probably seen it on the cameras or Jarvis had called it in. whatever it was, I felt pressured and wanted to run to my room. fortunately tony was the first to react and he exaggeratedly put his hand on his heart and said, "they grow up so fast". it inevitably made me feel my inadequacy again. but I didn't say anything, then Natasha ran up to me and took me by the hand and pulled me into the living room as she walked backwards. she smiled and studied me. then she hugged me. "I can't believe it, you took a shower!"

"I'm surprised by that too," I teased. she pulled back and cupped my face in her hands. "oh, you're amazing!" i knew it was an exaggeration but i smiled slowly, enjoying it. i'd been upset enough about everything lately. i greeted Bruce when Natasha stepped back but i had to interrupt because Wanda suddenly came up to me smiling and placed her hands on either side of my waist and closed her eyes. well, i didn't think that was normal and i frowned involuntarily as i looked at Wanda in contrast to everyone else. She hadn't bent down, she hadn't done anything, she was half a step away from me, she had placed her hands on my waist and was standing perfectly straight. then, my eyes involuntarily went up, I locked eyes with you. something in my stomach shuddered, the world seemed to stop. i didn't notice that Wanda had taken her hands away, nor did i notice that everyone stopped to watch the two of us. you were looking at me like the first time I locked eyes with you. terrified. i couldn't take my eyes off you for minutes like before.

A thousand times over, Steve, I'd rather look at you a thousand times over.

After that, I almost walked over to you, like in the movies, ignoring the surroundings, but Tony suddenly screamed, "Strawberry cake!" and ran off somewhere, and I came to like out of water. then we were both distracted. everyone scattered off in different directions and Tony sent me a huge slice of cake through Clint. i was content with just two pieces of strawberry and Clint did his best to make me eat the whole cake until my attention was caught by someone asking, "Is it what i think it is?" my head involuntarily turned to the source of the voice. Bruce and Tony were talking, and I ate the piece of cake Clint had resisted feeding me to shut him up.

"Yes," Bruce said. He adjusted his glasses. "When do you think he'll notice?"

who were they talking about?

"I don't know, I say let her be."

"That's not very Tony Stark," Bruce laughed. "Don't you have mixer duty to stir things up?"

"Ha!" Tony gave a fake laugh. I was about to brush Clint off because I realized this was turning into a small talk, but Tony continued. "You're so funny. luckily I can hold it together. how many seconds before you plan to tell Natasha?" was the news important enough for Bruce to keep it from Natasha?

Bruce took a deep breath and looked around and his eyes were stuck on something. He was looking at you. "As if we haven't been in enough Shakespearean plays."

"Tony imitated him. "They're the only ones who can get themselves out of this," he said, and I turned to Clint because I felt they were going to look at me, but Clint was glaring at me. "Either this cake is over or I'll get a microphone and sing what I know," he threatened me. yeah, Steve, I got the hang of it fast and ate so much cake I got a pot belly. meanwhile you were in a corner, bored and fiddling with your drink. you didn't give a shit about the people around you.

It hurts me too, Steve. It can be fixed. Tony was right. We can save ourselves and only ourselves. I can't do it alone, I'm not the hero. I can't do it without you. the very thought of it is impossible. my soul is pregnant with earthquakes, Steve. they're waiting to destroy me like an angry mob with torches. my being in this environment I can't make sense of might make everyone think I'm fine, that I'm out of the deep sea of sadness, but I'm not. I'm still drifting downhill in the flood of sadness. you're the only one who can get me out of it. No one else. You are the one who will save us, no one else.

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