#easy makeup tutorial

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🌸 Good Morning, Beautiful! It’s Time to Glow! 💖✨ The wait is over—Season 3 is HERE! 🎉 Join me LIVE at 8:00 AM for the first episode of the season on A Little Bit of Makeup & A Whole Lot of Jesus! 💄🙏 This week, we’re diving into James 1:1 and answering: 💡 "How Can I Create a Soft, Rosy Glow That’s Perfect Over 40?" We’ll blend faith and beauty with a gorgeous blushed rose makeup look, plus kick off a brand-new scripture memory journey together! 📖💖 💖 Don’t miss the glow-up! Watch here 👉 https://vist.ly/3mwmc5z ✨ Grab your brushes & Bible—let’s do this! ✨ #podcast #fyp #bibleverses #bibleverse #todaysverse #todaysverses #easymakeup #makeuptutorials #makeuplesson #fullfacemakeuptutorial #stepbystepmakeuptutorial #over50andfabulous #over50makeup #over40makeup #FaithAndBeauty #GlowInsideOut #MakeupAndJesus #James1 #Over40Makeup #WomenOfFaith #BlushedRoseLook #LivePodcast #womensbiblestudy

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Clean Girl Makeup Tutorial for Brown Skin - Clean Motivation

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Eid Al-Adha, the Festival of Sacrifice, celebrates faith and devotion with prayers, feasts, and sharing with the less fortunate. Wishing everyone a blessed Eid!

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5 DIY Lip Oil Recipes To Effortelessly Plump Your Lips At Home

5 DIY Lip Oil Recipes To Effortelessly Plump Your Lips At Home   If you want to offer your lips the care and hydration they need, try these 5 DIY lip oil recipes! They’re all insanely easy to craft, and will cost you almost nothing!   Do you want to literally glow up overnight using the Light Feminine method? Click here!   Hey, pretty people!   Lip oils are among the hottest makeup trends of the…

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How to: cherry makeup girl💞🍒 recreating this sweet makeup👆 #tiktok @no_angellmakeup

[onefite]

Unlock the Power of Your Kitchen: DIY Makeup and Skincare with Natural Ingredients

Unlock the Power of Your Kitchen: DIY Makeup and Skincare with Natural Ingredients Introduction to DIY Makeup and Skincare with Natural Ingredients Welcome to the exciting world of DIY makeup and skincare using natural kitchen ingredients! Whether you’re aiming to reduce chemicals in your beauty routine or just love the idea of creating your own affordable products, you’ve landed in the right…

[infostylerave]

Easy Celebrity Makeup Looks And Hairstyles Spotted On The Stars

From the CFDA Awards to the Baby 2 Baby Gala, celebrities shone in easy makeup looks and hairstyles that you can replicate See the top

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💖 Hello, Gorgeous! 💖 Are you ready for a little sparkle and a whole lot of scripture? ✨ Join me LIVE for A Little Bit of Makeup & A Whole Lot of Jesus! 💄 We’re diving into a full-face makeup tutorial while memorizing a soul-refreshing Bible verse together. 🙏 It’s the perfect blend of glam and grace—beauty on the outside, faith on the inside, and all the joy in between! 😍 Don’t miss it! Season 2: Episode 52 How Do I Make My Eyes Pop with a Soft, Natural Makeup Look? https://alittlebitofmakeupandawholelotofjesus.com/ #podcast #bibleverses #bibleverse #todaysverse #todaysverses #easymakeup #makeuptutorials #makeuplesson #fullfacemakeuptutorial #stepbystepmakeuptutorial #over50andfabulous #over50makeup #over40makeup #FaithAndBeauty #MakeupAndGrace #GlowWithScripture #Over40Glam #WomenOfFaith

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White kajal eye makeup | White Eyeliner Tutorial

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Tutorial de Maquiagem para Halloween - Zumbi

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6 Unique Ways To Use Your Lipstick | DIY Makeup, Summer Makeup

6 Unique Ways To Use Your Lipstick | DIY Makeup, Summer Makeup   Summer is the perfect time to experiment around with your makeup, and your lipstick is the right place to start! These 6 unique ways to use your lipstick will not only allow you to have some more fun with your makeup, but also get rid of that product you bought and simply cannot finish!   Do you want to literally glow up overnight…

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[girlietips]

Random Beauty Big Sister Advice 💐💋🪩

Here are my random big sister beauty advice! Enjoy!!!

Fix your posture

Some of you did not get pinched in the shoulder blades when you were slouching growing up and it shows

Every time you sit or stand up take the time to roll your shoulders back. Just do it as a little reminder everyday (multiple times) and your posture will improve.

If you can’t hold it without it becoming uncomfortable or tiring you need to do some core workout (a lot of inner core specifically) because that means you muscles aren’t strong enough to keep your spine strong. Which also means you can be more susceptible to injuries.

As much as you hate it healthy is 100x prettier than unhealthy.

Almost all the beauty standards are based on your health.

Proper diet and exercise will make your skin glow and your hair shiny.

Under eating or eating junk shows on your face and hair.

Muscles are sexy

I swear to you there is no way for you to become “bulky” by picking up weights.

You need to strengthen train for that toned look.

In order for your muscles to get really bulky you have to be in a pretty heavy calorie surplus be hitting a very high protein level. You also have to have the gene to build bulky muscles and the bone structure which is not as common in women. You can’t really do it on accident.

Even women who can put on muscles really fast are not bulky they are built. It’s giving she hulk and it’s hot.

To look put together you have to do the 2/3rds rule.

Only one part of your outfit can you neglect. Either your hair, makeup, or outfit. But it should never be your hair.

Learn to do really quick easy hairstyles and you will never have bad hair. I am almost always in Dutch braids because they are simple and I can do them quickly.

Also adding jewelry always gives your outfit more flare.

Learn how to alter clothes always have cute clothes.

You can find really simple tutorials to turn that body tank top into a fitted tank so easily.

Usually you just need a needle thread and scissors but if you have a machine you can do so much.

Do your nails

If you don’t like color or fake nails make sure they are always filled and clean.

Nails can be extremely cheap or extremely expensive you just gotta find what works for you.

Get a good nail oil as well for extra care.

Your body is not the problem you just don’t know how to dress and compliment her.

Stop looking at girls whose body is nothing like yours for outfit inspo.

Depending on your proportions things can look vastly different on different people.

Figure out your body type and shopping gets so much easier.

That’s all for now I might continue this series slowly but I just ended my spring break and classes have started so if I disappear don’t worry I’m just being an academic weapon.

Xoxo💋

[bubbleggum444]

—❝LO۷ESTⱤUCK FAN❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 now that you've started accepting fan mail, damian jumps at the chance to send you something (though, honestly, he’d send himself if he could). pt 2 of "unexpected crush?!" (@liabiamiakiawia hope you like it 🫶🏻) pt 3.

No. Freaking. Way.

Was this a dream? A hallucination? Some cruel trick of the mind?

There was no way she actually posted her address. But as he blinked at the screen, rereading the words for the hundredth time, the reality hit him like a Batarang to the chest:

"Accepting fan gifts/letters! Address & city number: xxxxx. Can't wait to see what my luvies gift me :)"

His heart stopped. Then restarted at double the speed.

He. Was. Ecstatic.

Well—ecstatic in a very Damian Wayne, son of an assassin and the Dark Knight, kind of way.

A normal person might be pacing, grinning, maybe even screaming into a pillow. But Damian? He just sat there, staring at the screen, his grip tightening on his phone as his brain raced a thousand miles per second.

This was huge. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The only chance he’d ever have to send her something, something meaningful—something that would make her smile.

Immediately, he started skimming through her videos, mind buzzing with possibilities. What did she like? What did she need? What could he give her that would stand out from the rest?

Something perfect. It had to be perfect.

After intense (possibly obsessive) research, he finally settled on three things:

1. A Beauty of Joseon skincare set—not that a face as flawless as hers needed skincare. If anything, the skincare needed her.

2. A cute hairclip set—he remembered her gushing over some in a video. Hers were old, but she hated overconsumption, always mindful of her brand collaborations (another thing about her that made his heart do weird things: her caringness for the planet).

3. Some top-tier Chinese makeup—only the best for her.

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he saw the total.Just a casual $1K. Nothing much for a Wayne.

Then again… if she asked, he'd get her the moon and stars. Nothing was ever too much for her. Ever.

By the time he finalized his list, it was nearly noon. And by the time he finished hunting everything down in-store, it was noon.

Now, back in his room, Damian sat cross-legged on his floor, staring at the disaster zone of wrapping paper around him.

He exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling up as he crumpled yet another piece of pink wrapping paper—now a casualty of way too much tape—and chucked it aside.

This was so new to him. He barely ever gave gifts, and even when he did, Alfred was the one who wrapped them.

With a sigh, Damian pulled out his phone and searched, How to wrap gifts (EASY and pretty).

Following the tutorial with painstaking precision, his thoughts started to wander.

It wasn’t like he was an idiot. After a full week of stubborn denial, he’d finally accepted it—he had a crush. A real, actual crush on a girl he’d never even met.

And honestly? That annoyed him. Apparently, there was some illness where people obsessed over their favorite celebrities or internet personalities.

But he wasn’t sick! Sure, there were plenty of things wrong with him—a packaged deal that came with being the son of his parents—but this? This wasn’t an obsession. And he was definitely not a stalker.

He just... really liked this girl.

Pausing mid-task, he set down the half-wrapped package and reached for a pen and paper.

"Dear ___,My name is Damian Wayne. I'm a teen from Gotham..."

Hours passed—writing, re-writing, crumpling papers, fixing the bow on the package that would soon be crossing oceans.

Finally, Damian collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He sighed.

Please let this work.

Sitting up, he picked up the now perfectly wrapped gift box, his fingers absentmindedly tracing along the frilly bow.

And then, without thinking, he brought the box to his lips, pressing a light kiss against it.

Oh. Oh.

A wave of déjà vu hit him— reminding him of the air-kiss he tried to catch through his laptop screen a week prior.

For a second, he just sat there, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips before he scoffed softly at himself.

Damian Wayne had officially lost. He liked her. Like liked her.

And now, all he could do was hope—pray—that this box, this dumb little package of gifts, would somehow, someway, connect them.

Maybe. Just maybe. Something real would come out of this stupid crush.

"Tch… emotions suck."

He laughed under his breath, though there was no real bite to his words.

Setting the package on his bedside table, he turned off the light and crawled into bed.

Tomorrow, he’d send it.

And then? He’d wait.

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𝑏𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑢𝑚444©

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

[fayevalentiinee]

You, after an endless amount of failed attempts at doing a soft winged eyeliner, had Gojo Satoru, your lovely boyfriend, swing in to help, but it came with consequences.

fluff , gojo satoru x f!reader

After scrolling past a stunning eyeliner look on Instagram — one that seemed to effortlessly complement your exact eye shape — inspiration had struck hard and fast. The attached reel promised an easy tutorial, the caption dripping with false hope: “Soft, subtle, effortless.”

Lies. All of it.

Now, you were cross-legged on the bedroom floor, surrounded by chaos. Your makeup bag lay open beside you, brushes poking out like weapons of war, and a pathetic little mountain of crumpled wipes had formed nearby — the casualties of your failed attempts.

With each frustrating try, your determination only sharpened. So did the flush of irritation blooming across your cheeks. Biting lightly on your tongue, you leaned into a handheld mirror and tried again, dragging the eyeliner across your lid with painstaking precision.

The goal was simple: a soft, delicate wing — subtle and pretty. But every line curved wrong, smudged, or turned out uneven.

And each time it failed, you reached for another wipe, scrubbing at your poor eyelid with the kind of exasperation that only comes from watching hope slowly die. The skin beneath your eye had already taken on a grayish tint, stained from pigment and stubborn pride.

Naturally, that was when Satoru wandered in — somewhere around attempt number five. Fresh from the shower, hair damp and sticking to his forehead in careless strands, he was wearing his utterly ridiculous bear-patterned pajamas and working through a blue raspberry lollipop like it was a serious task.

At first, he’d collapsed onto the bed with his phone, occasionally sighing — loudly — whenever you asked him to turn the volume down so you could focus. But after a while, his phone had ended up abandoned. You, apparently, were the new main event.

You could feel his eyes on you with every swipe and every muttered curse, his silent amusement radiating like heat.

Just as you leaned toward the mirror again, liner poised, another wipe already in hand, you heard the wet click of the lollipop leaving his mouth, followed by the sound of him swallowing.

“Babe—” he began, already smug, already teasing.

You didn’t even look up. “Not a word.”

Satoru blinked, now sitting sideways on the bed with his long legs stretched out and the half-sucked lollipop resting between his fingers. He watched you for a beat, then grimaced at the way you were aggressively scrubbing your already-rosy eye.

“Okay,” he said mildly — not out of understanding, but because he was clearly calculating how to make this worse for you in the most annoying way possible. Then, humming with mischief, he added, “But what if I use my actions to deeply, passionately judge you instead?”

You groaned and flopped back against the carpet, eyeliner still gripped like the weapon that had defeated you. “I told you to shut up,” you muttered. The tutorial was still playing in the background, chipper and mocking.

You were two seconds from giving up altogether. Maybe you should’ve used tape. Maybe you should’ve abandoned the idea of looking cute to begin with.

Gojo tossed the lollipop into the trash with the lazy flair of someone who had never finished anything he didn’t feel like finishing. Then, barefoot and mildly chaotic, he padded over and crouched beside you.

He poked one of the used wipes with his toe before poking your cheek with a gentle finger. To your surprise, his touch softened, brushing over the irritated skin beneath your eye with unexpected care.

“God, babe. Did Sephora wrong you?” he murmured, inspecting the damage. “This looks like a crime scene.”

His attention shifted to the eyeliner pen in your hand. He plucked it away before you could protest, holding it up like it was some kind of forensic clue. “This looks expensive. Good quality,” he said with an approving nod. “Yep. Definitely not the liner’s fault. This one’s on you.”

You let out a frustrated groan and reached for it. “No, I almost had it. It looked good on the girl in the reel! We have the same eye shape! But my hand just… doesn’t do what hers did. Like—how did she—ugh. I give up.”

“Oh, no no no.” He held the pen aloft like a sacred relic. “You don’t give up. You call in backup.”

You gave him a deeply skeptical look. “What backup?”

He tapped the liner against his chin, grinning. “Me, duh.”

“You?” you deadpanned. “You don’t even know how eyeliner works.”

“Please.” He scoffed, settling into a seated sprawl like he was preparing to compose a masterpiece. “You’re forgetting something crucial. I’m Gojo Satoru. I could do this with my eyes closed. Actually — I could probably do it with both of our eyes closed.”

[Subtle foreshadowing: “YOU BROKE IT?!”]

Your thumb hovered over your phone. “Do you want to at least watch the tutorial?”

He leaned forward for exactly one second, squinted at the video, then waved it away like it had offended his pride.

“Ah ah ah — don’t insult me.” He said waving his index finger dangerously close to your face.

“That wasn’t an insult. You need to watch it.”

“Nope. I’m going in blind. Call it instinct. Call it divine talent. Call it—”

“Delusion.” You retorted.

He clutched his chest in mock pain. “You wound me. And yet, I still choose to bless you with my services.” He tapped your chin, then poked your cheek again. “C’mere. Let me make you beautiful.”

“I’m already beautiful.”

He grinned. “Exactly. I can only enhance.”

Without any warning, he scooped you up by the hips to which you groaned, and deposited you into his lap, adjusting your legs around him like a personal project. He pulled a pillow over, propping it on his thighs, then gently tilted your head back against it — like he was about to paint the Mona Lisa.

He grabbed a fresh wipe and dabbed carefully at the smudges under your eyes, surprisingly gentle. His fingers were light, thoughtful, and his expression took on a rare kind of focus — like he actually cared about getting it right.

Then, the eyeliner.

He uncapped it with theatrical flair, holding it like a wand or a scalpel. “Alright, babe. Look up. Don’t move. I’m about to do art.”

“You’re about to poke me in the eye.”

“That’s the risk of art.”

You stayed still, holding your breath, watching as he furrowed his brow in dramatic concentration. To your shock, his hand was steady. His touch was careful. His free hand cupped your cheek as he lined your lash line slowly, tenderly — no smudges, no veering off course. You kept waiting for the wing to go wrong.

But it didn’t.

With one final flick, he leaned back and beamed. “There. Boom.” His grin could’ve lit up the room. “Gojo Satoru — eyeliner god.”

He held up the mirror.

You blinked, tilted your head, and stared.

It was… good. Not perfect — one wing was slightly longer than the other — but it was soft. Playful. Pretty. It looked intentional, wearable. And somehow, it looked like you. And it had been done by him.

“Holy shit,” you muttered. “You actually… didn’t mess it up.”

“Excuse you,” he said, puffing his chest. “I nailed it.” He gave you the dramatic TikTok arm swing for extra sass. “Bet I could do better than actual makeup artists.”

You raised a brow. “Do you even know what this eyeliner look is called?”

“I make my own titles,” he declared. “And this one’s called 'Hot Girlfriend Who’s Probably Gonna Make Out With Me After This'.”

You shoved his shoulder, laughing as the frustration finally melted out of your system. “Thanks, Toru.”

His expression softened, grin fading into something warmer. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple.

Then you glanced down to his hands — and froze.

“Hey! Cap it or it’ll dry out!” You said motioning to the eyeliner that he was gripping in his hand.

He raised the pen, squinting. Then blinked after further inspection, the eyeliner had cracked clean in the middle, snapped right in half, from the strength of his grip.

Your eyes widened in horror. “YOU BROKE IT?!”

He was already backing away, peeling you off his lap as he scrambled upright, laughter bubbling from his chest.

“Oops — love you!” he shouted, bolting for the door.

You launched a pillow at his retreating form. “I SWEAR TO GOD, TORU—!” but his laughter echoed down the hallway, loud and unrepentant.

But deep down, you knew — probably within the next hour — a new eyeliner would arrive. Better. Smoother. Delivered express. Along with it probably six backups, just in case.

Gojo’s on his deriod yall 🙄