#it looks like she's on a set to do a makeup tutorial for a youtube collab

[cicerobussytransplant]

life can be so bad etcetc but at least ive never watched a flanagan show not even by mistake, not even for the sake of curiosity

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CAUGHT IN 4K

word count: 3.3k

x: finals are coming up, so i'm gonna be very busy, but i'm still writing y'all (this is the most consistent i've been lol) (excuse any errors of course) Hope you guys enjoyyy! leave comments... please. I love your comments.

content: Imani has a crush on Roman. Their friend group goes on live and her secret comes to the light. She thought that she was going to be rejected and move on, but things never go the way people expect. Roman Reigns x Imani, 18+ MDNI, oral (m recieving), cowg!rl, creamp!e

Imani loved weekend kickbacks. Time to chillax with her favorite people, and get her mind off of things. It was moments like these she waited for. Drinks and joints in rotation, and endless fun for hours to come. Jimmy, Jey, Roman, Trinity Talia, and Imani. She wishes that she was only thinking about the good vibes that circulated in the atmosphere, but she was focused on something else. It wasn’t like she was necessarily trying to focus on Roman, but it was inevitable when she could see him so clearly from the kitchen. She knew that having a crush on him could possibly mess up the bond that the group has, but he was so gravitating, He was perfect in her eyes. She basically textbook described him when Trinity and Talia asked her to describe her dream man: Tall, muscular, sweet, absurdly attractive, charismatic, humorous, dedicated. God, she could go on to name every single one of his attributes that she loved. She tried to brush it off as a mistake at first, but there was no part about this that was a mistake. He had a tight grip on her, and he wasn't even aware. She wonders what would happen if he felt the same way. If those pretty brown eyes she daydreamed about would reciprocate the love she was anxiously waiting to give him. She could only imagine all of the things she could do for him, to him, and provide him. If she had him all to herself, how they would spend their nights alone. How it would feel to be wrapped in his embrace. How it would feel to get lost in him between the sheets for hours, and repeat it again the next day. If she had him all to herself.

“WE GETTIN TURNT!” Talia raised her glass in the air and yelled out to her viewers, watching her through the small rectangular frame. Jimmy came around the corner with uno cards in his hands as the six of us gathered around the table. Roman, Trinity, or Jey would pop into the frame to answer a couple of questions while Jimmy shuffles the cards and Imani gathers multiple bottles to bring to the table. “Mani! They have some questions for you!” Imani joins her party, sitting the bottles on the table and scanning through the comments.

‘Do you get to go backstage with the bloodline?’

“Yes! It's amazing, I'm not gonna lie.”

‘Please do a makeup tutorial!’

“Maybe, I don't have a youtube channel.”

‘Seen any guys that have caught your eye?’

“A couple, but they ain’t nothin’ important.”

“Oh word?” Talia and Trinity both look at her with curious faces, but Imani just giggles and goes back to answering questions. 

“Ooh this is a good one. Kiss, marry, fuck: Jason Momoa, Michael B. Jordan, and Roman Reigns,” Talia reads out loud. That question got everyone’s attention. Jimmy stopped fidgeting with the cards and Roman and Jey both put their phones down impatient for her answer. “Well?” Talia was definitely setting her up, and she could feel it. Thank god for her brown skin that covered her fastly spreading blush. “Do I have to answer this?” “Yes, you do. I'm intrigued now,” Trinity says, as Imani quickly takes a double take at the entire table to see them all staring at her. She sighs before surrendering and thinking hard about the question.

“I’ll… kiss… Michael B. Jordan, fuck Jason Momoa, and marry Roman Reigns.” She instantly regretted answering the question before Trinity pried at Imani to get out more information that everyone was itching to know. “Hmm, why marry Roman?” She quickly swiped her drink off of the table and took a long sip, hiding her face. In all honesty, she wanted to say that it was the easiest choice, but that would only make her sound suspicious. And that was not a conversation that she wanted to have in front of quite literally everyone. “I'm not interested in the other guys like that.” “So you’re interested in Roman?” ‘Wait- wait! Noo that's not what I meant!’

“No, I just wouldn't marry the other two men. It’s not that deep Trin,” Imani says, a failed attempt at dismissing the conversation. “You’ve never gotten this defensive before… don’t tell me that you in your feelings.” She could see Talia smirking at the corner of her eyes. She knew she had to stop this fast. “You’re reaching Talia,” Imani says, laughing to herself. “Oooooh Imani wants the Tribal Chief, huh?” Never in her life had she ever been more embarrassed. “Jimmy, for the love of god, please start dealing the cards,” Imani says, covering her face, her words muffled by her hands. Everyone laughs, finding amusement in her nervousness. She anxiously waited for Jimmy to start dealing the cards so this moment could pass.

11:27 pm

Several rounds of uno and spades passed, and the guests were slowly starting to make their way out. She noticed Talia, Trinity, Jey, and Jimmy momentarily texting throughout the night, which would probably explain why the four of them were explaining the consequence of Imani losing a couple of rounds. “Sooooo we thought of something. Don’t be mad! It’s just a punishment for losing so much,” Talia says, sticking out her tongue. “Your punishment is that you have to ask Roman to fuck you.” ‘ASK ROMAN TO WHATT!?!?’

Her surprised face told them everything they needed to know. “You'll be fine. Uce will probably be down to fuck either way,” Jey says. Imani gave Talia a death glare, making Talia laugh. “You’re trippin’ girl. Just approach him with the right energy and make him want to stay with you. I guess this answers the question of if you have a crush on him or not.” Before she could defend herself, Roman walks in from the restroom and the four of them are gone in the blink of an eye. ‘These trifling’ heifers’

“Guess they all left. I should be on my way out then. Thank you for the food and dr-” She steps in front of him, stopping him from exiting out the front door. He looks at her with confusion. “You okay?” Her heart was beating fast. She didn't fully think out what she was going to do after she stepped in front of him, but it was now or never. 

“Fuck me.”

“...what?”

“F-fuck me.” She couldn't look him in the eye the second time. The pressure weighing on her shoulders was too much. But the thing that was racking her brain the most was how close they were. She felt like this was a disaster taking place in real time. She hears a soft chuckle, looking up to see him lightly smiling at her. “Was this your punishment for losing?” She nods, and his smile stays fixed on his face. “Do you want me to?” 

‘...did he say what I think he just said?’

Her mind is searching for an answer, a reason to say no. But she can't find any. As embarrassing and confusing this was, she had daydreamed about this moment. Maybe he was just being nice and would give her a quick fuck to fulfill the punishment. That idea became her leading thought. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomf-” “Do you want me to fuck you Imani?”

‘Shit he’s not joking.’

She slowly nods, which prompts him to lock the front door behind you. Her head was spinning, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “Ask me again.”

“Fuck me, please,” She says nervously, eyes returning her shiny tile floors. “I don’t believe you sweetheart. Ask me again.” His hand gently grabs at her chin, making Imani look at him. Once they made eye contact, she knew that she was done for. She was already feeling weak from just looking at him. She took a deep breath before finally saying, “Please fuck me Roman.”

He wasted no time pulling her into a heated kiss. Not that she minded. This felt like a wonderful dream that she didn't want to wake up from. Only this wasn't a dream, it was real life. She finally got to feel the body that she had been drooling over. Right now, he was hers, and she was going to make the most of it. 

Her curious hands creeped along his captivating body while they explored each other’s mouths, dragging her hands up his torso from underneath his shirt. He pulled away from her soft lips to trail wet kisses from her cheek to her neck. “Not shy anymore huh?” She couldn't be shy. Her desire for him had completely taken over. “I really need you right now Roman,” She pants out. 

“Bedroom?” She nods and takes his hand in hers, leading the way to her bedroom. The sway of her hips only made Roman more aroused, as he silently admired her body from behind.

They enter her bedroom and she doesn't get a chance to close the door before being pulled into his arms again, temporarily hoisting her in the air to lay her on the spacious bed. He pulls her into another messy kiss, setting his focus on getting rid of their bothersome clothes. He quickly tore his shirt from his body and she did the same with hers. Their lips connected again, moving in harmony. He started to make his way down her body, but she squeezed his shoulders, signaling him to stop. “I wanna make you feel good first.” Roman was surprised to say the least. He kissed her tummy and replied, “Are you sure?” She gives him a confident nod, with those big doe eyes and her beautiful smile. “Alright, what do you want me to do?” “Let’s switch places.”

She scooted to the side, giving him room to lay down on the bed. She crawled down to his waist, tugging both his sweatpants and boxers down. His dick springs out of his pants, finally free from cloth restraints. Her eyes locked with his before lowering down to lick the underside of him; from his balls to his mushroom tip. A wad of spit drips from her mouth and lands on his length, using her hand to lather him up. His soft hums let her know that he was feeling good, and she was determined to make him feel a whole lot better. 

Her juicy lips start at his tip, giving small kitten licks before taking the tip in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good on his dick. He didn't know that Imani was this nasty. She gives him kisses up and down his shaft before taking him in her mouth again. 

She didn’t waste any time trying to tease him. He was big, and filled mer mouth well, but it’s nothing she's never handled before. Before she continued, the warmth of her mouth left him once again. “Can you record this?” Just when he thought she couldn't get more nasty. 

“Record?” She nodded her head. “Only if you’re comfortable.” “I’m more than comfortable,” Roman says, while reaching into his sweatpants pocket. He grabs his phone and opens the camera app, pressing record. “It’s recording, baby.” 

She smiles at the camera, curling her fingers around the base of his dick and tapping him against her tongue. She takes him in her mouth again for the final time, keeping her hand put at the base. She bobs her head slowly, swiveling her head from left to right. 

She keeps moving slowly, making sure to fit all she can in her mouth. Her hand that stayed curled around his base, moved in juxtaposition, stroking the rest of him that her mouth couldn't get to. “Goddamn baby, that mouth feels so good. I need that mouth around my dick all the time.” She moans in response, giving him vibrations that made him feel oh so good. She had him moaning and groaning. She didn't mind that at all. She got a big ego boost that he was so vocal from her mouth working its magic. She took note of every moan, every twitch, and any reaction he made. Right now, she was focused on his pleasure. 

His grip on his phone tightened, trying his best to keep his composure. She moved her head faster, still bobbing up and down, and using her hand to stroke his remaining inches. “Ahh s-shit mama, you keep sucking my dick like that and imma cum in your mouth.” She looks at him, already staring at her every move while she’s giving him euphoria like pleasure. She moans around his dick again, feeling her panties dampen. Her other hand massaged his balls lightly. Her slurping sounds made him close to coming. 

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Those innocent eyes staring into him as he recorded her doing such lewd things. He tried his best not to tangle his hands in her hair and fuck her mouth full of him. But her mouth felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to cum in her mouth. He couldn’t help himself when his hands disappeared into her hair, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back, letting him use her as he pleased. His thrusts were quick, but soft, his balls slapping against her chin. “Oh fuck! I’m coming mama, ooh I'm comin’.” He kept her head steady while coming deep in her throat, and she accepted with jubilation. 

She bobbed her head a few more times, trying her best to overstimulate him the most she can, until his hand grabs her chin, lifting her up. “Slow down princess,” He says, ending the recording. She crawls up to meet him, giving him a quick passionate kiss. “See how good you taste?” Roman chuckles at her boldness. “Your turn. Lie down,” He says, trying to sit up, but fails due to her pushing him back down on the bed. “I need that dick right now daddy.”

“You don’t want me to eat that pussy?” She runs her hand through her messy hair. “God yes I do, but I need you to fuck me right now.” Her eyes did more pleading than her words. 

“I wanna record this too,” she says, looking down at his chest, tracing the intricate tattoo. He feels around the bed, finally grabbing the phone and reopening the camera app. “Can you prop it up somewhere? I want you to be able to touch me.” “Already on it baby.” He climbed back further on your bed, propping the phone up against the lamp on the nightstand. While he did that, she slid off her shorts and panties, throwing them behind her. He pressed record again, and instructed her to adjust herself so the camera could capture everything. 

His hands landed on her ass as they both observed themself. His hands felt so good kneading her ass, and she saw his eyes drinking in every part of her body. He couldn't keep his hands off of her curvaceous body, and he didn't want to. “You like it?” Her soft hands massaged his shoulders, making him groan softly. “I love it baby, love this ass.” An unexpected slap to her ass made her jump. “You sound so good, daddy.” His hands move her hips along his dick, grinding her body against his. 

“How long have you been thinking about this?” She shies away from his gaze, a sudden flash of embarrassment runs through her body. She had forgotten about all of her feelings of distress and nervousness and realized that she was running on arousal and adrenaline. “A-a couple of months.” He lifts her hips and grabs his length, rubbing the tip along her slit. A few rubs up and down her slickness before impaling her on his dick. They moan simultaneously, relishing in the mind numbing pleasure. “You been thinking about taking this dick baby?” She gives him small head nods, still captured by the feeling of him inside of her. His hands cupped her chin, turning her head to the direction of the phone, steadily recording them. His hands were full of her ass, moving her up and down his shaft slowly. His unsteady breaths and her elongated moans were harmonious. “Go ‘head then. Bounce that ass on my dick.”

Her eyes focused on him as she steadied herself, her hands placed on either side of his head. She throws her ass back, his thighs catching it every time. His eyes were still glued to the phone, watching her beautiful body on top of him. But it wouldn’t be long until he faced her again, her soft titties hanging in front of his face. She had daydreamed about fucking Roman, and she was finally doing it. It gave her confidence knowing that he couldn't keep his hands off of her body. Her facial expression told her exactly how she was feeling. It was almost overwhelming how sexy she was. Beautiful smile, sexy body, paired with addicting moans that made him want to fuck her all night long. 

“Mmm~ look at you taking daddy’s dick. You’re doing so good,” Roman pants, grabbing at her breasts. His gentle praises and gruff voice was enough to make her cum. His dominating presence, his words, his touch. This man had her mind running laps. Even though he wasn’t putting in any effort, he was hitting all the right spots.

Her words were slurred, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open spewing salacious moans. Her hips slowed down, the constant rhythm created by her ass and his thighs meeting no longer lasted while she hid in the crook of his neck. Her body was decorated with a sheet of sweat that didn’t take away from her golden hue. “Look at me.” She rested on her elbows, locking her eyes onto his. Their faces were laced with lust, an unsatisfied want for each other. 

His strong arms caged her in, preventing her from squirming or escaping. She was still catching her breath while Roman planted his feet on the bed again. He places a tender kiss on her cheek before fucking up into her. She grabbed on to any part of his body that could, her eyes fluttering shut. A harsh slap to her ass makes her scream in pleasure. “I said look at me,” Roman says, demanding her full attention.

“Ohhh- my god! You feel so fucking g-good!” Roman loved watching her unravel. How she screamed for glory while he fucked her. God, he could make this his favorite hobby. Making her cum over and over again. “Mhm- fuckk- keep talking to me baby.” Her mind was foggy. She could only focus on one thing right now, how good he was dicking her down. Roman was making her feel so good. She looked at his phone propped up on the nightstand again to see their reflection. Her ass rippled from his hard strokes. That sight alone had her ready to cum. “Shhit! I’m finna cum on that big ass dick!” “Yeah? You finna cum?”

Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, feeling a knot build up in her stomach. “Cum with me Imani, let me feel you cum around my dick.”

Her eyes shut as she came, her orgasm hitting like a dam breaking, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His hips slowed down, but still gave her deep strokes, coming deep inside her. High pitched moans and deep grunts filled the room. His hands lazily grab her hips, allowing her to move again. She reached to grab the phone and ended the video, dropping the phone somewhere as she laid limp against his chest. His thumbs worked small circles as they both caught their breath. “I’m gonna take a shower when I get up, wanna join me?” Imani hears him chuckle, still working small circles into her hips. “Nah, we’re not done. I gotta eat that pussy, Imani.”

If these were the punishments she got for losing in spades, maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.

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Wash Day

pairing: Joel Miller x black!reader, Sarah x platonic!reader.

(AO3 mirror)

summary: pre outbreak, you and Joel help Sarah with a hair crisis.

warnings: none, just disgustingly self indulgent fluff.

a/n: Joel is on the list of canonical fictional snow bunnies. I don't wanna hear shit abt it tbh. The girls that get it….

wc: 700

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Sundays were the only day Joel got to sleep in. But at 9.00 am sharp, he stirs, to find rumpled sheets left in your wake. You were out of bed. The time? Earlier than he'd like but he could manage. Almost ten minutes go by and there's no sign of you. He hears the shower turn on and quiet sobs from the bathroom out in the corridor. He leaps out of bed. Shit. What day was it? Opening the door to the bathroom, there you were, rubbing Sarah's back as she sobbed on the tiled floor.

It was wash day in the Miller household; and Joel knows that means hell.

Opened bottles of shampoo and curl creams she had laid waste to covered every inch of the countertop. And there, in its crest, were the tinny speakers of her phone up on YouTube. A hair tutorial; the slimy culprit.

Sarah was distraught, poor thing, her hair heaped in crude buns all over her head. There was a nasty knot at the nape of her neck as you cradled and held her to your chest.

You cooed and petted her, "It's not that bad at all Sarah, just might take some time. If you let me help we can get it done before-"

She cocks her head at the sound of a door opening. Fighting through sobs, "Shit, dad! not nooow,"

He was frozen. He felt useless until you caught his eye and nodded towards the door. Joel backed out as you poked your head around the door.

"We need the wide toothed comb and the leave in on Sarah's desk. Then if you go through my overnight bag you'll find some hair gel and a toothbrush in a makeup bag. Not my actual toothbrush, Joel-"

"-the musty one for your hair, I got it." He winks as you deadpan and close the door in his face. Not the time for jokes, he notes.

You work quickly, considering things. Joel brings extra towels and snacks as he watches you work: steaming and lathering up Sarah's hair with conditioner in the sink, combing out the knots with your fingers. He helps of course, you were just much better at it. Before long, his daughter's hair was braided into sections and knot free. You kissed her forehead gently. Her eyes were still red but she had stopped crying, at least.

"Get the dining table ready and we'll have a go downstairs, okay?"

She lit up, eyes bright, excited that maybe she could have her hair just so. She raced downstairs, towel over her shoulders to set up. Joel's staring now, lovingly. Opening his mouth, you cut him off.

"Don't you dare Miller. It's nothing, the least I can do. She's been talking about that party for weeks now," you busy your hands by clearing up the sink.

"And doing everything at the last minute, as usual." He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. "Give her a break, Joel," He's behind you now, hands on your hips and looking at you through the mirror. He adjusts your headscarf, poking his tongue out in faux concentration. You laugh and he beams.

You had the set up down to a tee now; streamlined for maximum efficiency. You section Sarah's hair whilst she hands you products and tidbits of gossip. Joel makes breakfast, standing in the doorway every now and then to feed you toast. Braiding takes a little longer, especially since Sarah was a perfectionist. But you were used to her demands and had an eye for detail. Deft fingers weaving in and out her hair, precise parting, rinse, repeat. It was almost 2pm when you finally finished. Sarah squeals in delight when you hold up the mirror and show off the final product.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Emma's gonna be so jealous tonight - oh god and with the dress! Stay here, I'll change quick, and show you my dress!" She clatters upstairs in a hurry.

You practically collapse on the sofa and Joel scoops you up in his arms.

"Where'd you learn to braid like that, sweetheart?“ he asks, covering your jaw and neck in kisses.

You turn to him with a lazy smile.

"My mom. Every couple of weeks, before school started on Monday she'd sit me down and do my hair. And then I'd do my sisters'. It's a whole…. a whole thing. Maybe I'll teach you, Miller."

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[brandogenius]

sorry i’m still stuck on katie but ya trying to do her makeup before the show but for whatever reason is shaking and struggling, eyeliners a mess so katie helps her out, very much so big sister moment

‼️RPF‼️

ONE SHOT - katie & younger artist - practice makes perfect

word count: 1044

“hey” you glanced in the mirror seeing katie walk in. she set her makeup pouch beside yours, taking out brushes and an eyeshadow pallet.

“hi” you mumbled, focused on yourself in the mirror. one hand in your eye and the other with your eyeliner. it wasn’t working and it was making you stressed. your eyes were red from rubbing the eyeliner off and redoing it.

katie took her place beside you, easily taking out her eyeliner pen and flawlessly creating a wing. you watched katie through the mirror with a small frown on your face. why wasn’t it as easy for you?

“you having some trouble?” katie looks at you through the mirror. she closed the cap of the eyeliner, turning to face you.

“eyeliner doesn’t work for me- i don’t think i’m suited for it. probably something with my eyes” you shrugged, grabbing another makeup wipe and removing the messed up eyeliner. katie shook her head, taking her own eyeliner pen.

“can i do it for you? i’ll show you how, so you can do it yourself next time.” katie smiled down at you. she quickly took off, walking out of the bathroom door. she came back a minute later with a chair. “sit yourself down. what vibe were you going for?

“something to match my outfit. usually the makeup artists help, but she’s not here today. i have some makeup..stuff in my bag. you can check them out” you grabbed the small pouch, handing it to katie.

“we can use a supply of mine and yours? i have a nice eyeshadow palette that’ll work well with your top. did you prime your face already? so i can work on the eyeshadow next” katie grabbed her brushes, seeming to know what to do already.

“huh?” this had the woman looking back at you. did you say the wrong thing? “primer?” katie repeated. this had you both confused for two different reason.

“don’t tell me you were doing your eyeliner on a bare face. no foundation? concealer?” katie’s eyes were widened a bit in shock. you stared back at her with an equal look of shock.

“i don’t know much about makeup.. i just- i thought that’s what you do” you felt embarrassed. shame and anxiety filling your stomach and chest. you were waiting katie’s time- she just tried to help.

“honey, no. there’s like, different stages you have to do before you’re able to do eyeliner. i can help. we will have an hour before your set.”

“what about you? i don’t want to rush you”

“we’re on after you, sweetie. all i need is eyeliner, that’ll take ten minutes im pretty sure. don’t you worry. now stay still, close your eyes for me, honey” katie grabbed her makeup supplies. you closed your eyes, trusting the older woman to do her magic.

“did your mom never teach you about makeup?” katie’s voice broke the small silence. you felt her fingers poke at your face as she smoothed in the primer. you furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to think back.

“no. we didn’t have much of a close relationship. i tried teaching myself from tutorials on youtube. they never really worked out. i would go to school barefaced while everyone else was all decked out in full faces of makeup” you relaxed your shoulders, leaning into the chair more as katie dabbed a sponge on your face.

“that sucks. missing out on a crucial part of your childhood, getting into your moms makeup kit. you didn’t have any of those kids makeup kits? you know, the ones with the princesses on them?”

“i did” you replied with a smile. the small memory faint behind your eyes as it replays. “the small makeup kits with the princess dresses and those heels with their faces on the toes of them”

“yeah! exactly” katie laughed. you could hear her heels on the tiled floor. she was moving about, seeming to be grabbing other stuff from her makeup pouch. you jumped as something came in contact with your face.

“this is concealer” katie’s voice was soft. “it’s used to mainly hide blemishes. you’re lucky you don’t have any for your age. you need to take care of your skin while you can.”

you nodded and sat patiently while katie worked her magic. you listened as she walked around the bathroom, opening and closing stuff, dropping brushes on the vanity.

“i’m halfways done. eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick and then we’re done” you could hear the smile in katie’s voice as she gently brushed over your eyelids with the eyeshadow. you forgot what colour she was putting on but you couldn’t care less. katie willing to help you do your makeup tonight was something you’ll hold dearly to your heart.

growing up with no siblings, you often considered your close friends as them. being on the road 24/7 with muna and the boys had you seeing them as older siblings. you all shared moments together that would be core memories to share when you’re older. this was one of them.

you didn’t know anything about makeup. your mother never taught you how. opted for researching tutorials late at night but never was able to achieve anything. having someone who is willing to help you achieve what you’ve been wanting was nice.

“you can open your eyes now.” katie’s voice shook you out of your thoughts.

“are we finished already?” you opened your eyes, blinking while you adjust your eyes to the brightness of the bathroom. you spin yourself around to face the mirror.

“holy shit-“ you looked good. you looked just like how the makeup artists would make you look. maybe even better considering it was one of your friends who did it.

“do you like it?” katie placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling at you in the mirror.

“this is amazing.. thank you” you stood up, helping katie pack away her makeup. “if you ever need any help with makeup, you come to me yeah? maybe tonight we could learn how to do eyeliner?” the idea she proposed had you nodding your head quickly.

“perfect! we’ll have a girls night then. do each others nails and makeup. like a sleepover. if you’re up for it?”

“i’d like that”

[allabouttaleblr]

some rambles on my takes on the acachallas <333

papa acachalla is very much a tired dad who doesn’t really care all too much about anything. any which way. he’s hooked up with a guy before to experiment, went “eh” and completely forgot about it. sally puts him in dresses and makeup for her tea parties and he surprisingly never complains. he instantly accepted sue as his daughter, even though he did complain about getting another child. sally told him one day she likes girls and he went “huh. well i guess you got that from me” and then took her out for ice cream. he’s perpetually tired and over time, has become hard to phase. billy sprouts wings and flies around? well, that’s to be expected, it’s tuesday after all. sally’s eyes turns black and she starts screaming for waffles? no big deal, he keeps a freezer of waffles for this. he loves gertrude but doesn’t show it as much as he should, but he’s trying. he does the universal dad stance and squints his eyes whenever the kids show him anything on their phones. his idea of a romantic date is going to the nearest burger place on a busy friday night. he got himself a nice comfy couch in the living room and falls asleep on it regularly. he’s such a dad, but refuses to admit it.

gertrude is tall and thin, with slightly bony features and liver spots scattered across her body. her face wrinkles whenever she laughs, smiles or cries. her shoulders are broad and thick, her hips are blocky and her build is stocky but thin, like a twig. she casually mentions her memories of putting on a dress for the first time and realizing she was a girl the whole time. she still tucks her kids in, even though they’re in their twenties, thirties and forties. she buys ice cream for any kid she sees without enough money for the ice cream truck. she watched hours upon hours of youtube tutorials for afro-textured hair when they took sally in, and now she can do dozens upon dozens of hairstyles for her. she hand-sews dresses for sue and repairs billy’s work clothes. she buys a new computer for spencer every two-three years and leaves it at his door with a snack plate. she takes her beloved granddaughter, ivy, out for ice cream and movie dates so maddie and/or billy can have a day off. she pulls a blanket over papa when he falls asleep in his chair, and fixes hot cocoa for everyone on cold nights. she has a self care day every week where she rests and watches her favorite movie/shows.

sue loves everything feminine, and simultaneously embraces everything non-feminine about herself. she wears pink dresses with frilly lace and bows, and proudly displays her thick arm and leg hair wherever she goes. she works out and shows off her thick muscles and abs. she’s not fluent in spanish, but speaks it regularly regardless. she carries sally on her shoulders and clumsily makes little dresses for her niece, ivy (they’re always messy, but ivy loves them anyways). she grows her hair out to her shoulders and ties it up with the same bow sally got her every day. she has a partner, rebecca, who she even tried to learn how to cook for just to bring her goodies (they’re often burnt, but rebecca never complains). she loves chick flicks, romcoms and comedies, and hides at horror movies. she’s set up a really cozy room for herself and rebecca in the house, with all of rebecca’s things in it that she bought with weeks of saved up allowance money. she loves and loves and loves. her hugs are warm and all-encompassing, and she’ll hug just about anyone for any reason. she’s enthusiastic and genuine in everything she does.

billy is much smarter than he lets on. he has abandonment issues and often hides behind a childish, “dumber” facade as a way to cope. he sometimes can’t look in the mirror because all he sees is his mother’s face staring back at him. he’s lanky but not quite tall. he’s close with his twin sister, charlie, despite being separated for much of their childhood. he goes out to movies and aquariums and zoos with her, and is fully fluent in sign language. he’ll do it so naturally that he sometimes uses sign language at home, because he forgets he’s not around charlie anymore. he never even thought he’d want to be a dad but he is so, so utterly taken with his daughter, ivy. he takes lots of pictures of her and proudly displays each and every single drawing she has ever made for him. he carries her on his shoulders and impulse buys clothes and toys for her all the time. he’s grown to find comfort in maddie’s presence, now that the two are in a healthy relationship. he irons his shirt and picked up sewing from gertrude. he’s started watching shows with papa every sunday evening as a way to bond. he’s indescribably close to sally; the two just understand each other in a way no one else does. they’ll sit in silence watching a movie together. he’ll play tea parties with sally every single time she asks without fail. he’s learned how to do her hair just to spend quiet evenings braiding it. he and sue go to zoos together, and he helps coach her on the few recipes he does know- and gets very proud when she outshines him. he prefers to be around people, but often takes an hour or two in the evenings to just have his own time, and he sits listening to music.

sally is larger than life and makes sure everyone around her knows it. she’s energetic, she’s fun, she’s loud and bright and bubbly and talkative and cheerful and so, so much more. she’s as bright and warm as the sun, and simultaneously just as brutal when she slips into her more monstrous form. she likes all things pink and purple and sparkly and glittery. she likes frills and laces and beads and pearls. she likes dresses and skirts and pretty shoes. she likes just about anything and everything pretty. she’ll befriend any animal she comes across, even dangerous ones, and they never harm her. she’s a complete and total optimist through and through, but isn’t nearly as oblivious or naive as she once was; still, it’s something she struggles with on occasion. gertrude takes her out and helps sally build her confidence and as much independence as possible, and sally loves it. she loves going to new places and exploring- zoos, aquariums, art galleries, museums, lighthouses, libraries, everything. she's become incredibly eager to learn and absorb new information, and her curiosity is limitless. she spends so, so, so much time with her siblings and spencer (even if spencer likes to pretend he hates it most of the time). she's almost never without either one of her siblings, or gertrude. she's a mama's girl and daddy's girl at the same time.

spencer doesn't like to be alone nearly as much as he claims he does. in reality, he hates being alone so much and fears being abandoned again- but he would never admit that to anyone. still, gertrude notices, and goes out of her way to do nice things for him and give him quiet reassurances that he belongs here, that he has a home here now. the basement was completely renovated so spencer can have a nice bedroom, and gertrude got him a complete gaming setup too. he plays video games a lot and streams them, and gertrude, sally and billy all watch every single stream he does (unless they're working). spencer has gradually warmed up to the other family members, and can even be spotted on sunday nights curled up on the opposite couch to papa acachalla, intently watching the movie on screen (which he insisted needed to be some mystery, action or horror movie, and papa always lets spencer have the remote). spencer will happily infodump for hours about computers and video games and computer mechanics and everything in between, to anyone who will listen.

maddie is incredibly passionate over anything and everything she puts her mind to. she used to obsess over billy, until she found out she was pregnant and began therapy- now she obsesses over making sure her daughter is healthy, happy, has everything, is learning everything, and can grow up to be a wonderful person. she sews clothes for ivy, cooks her all three meals a day, bakes her goodies for school, crafts and carves toys for her, and heavily researches all the best places nearby to take her. she's an extraordinarily loving mother who always does her absolute best in everything. she did quit her job for a while, but now finds purpose outside of motherhood in crafting furniture and toys to sell to others. she's learned to enjoy having her own time, and has rediscovered herself- she's learned she likes rock music and occasional heavy metal, she's learned she prefers savory over sweet things except on special occasions, she's learned she has a good eye for fashion and that she enjoys window-shopping whenever possible. she goes to therapy every week and has even taken a handful of community college classes purely to learn new things rather than to get a degree. she's loud and super energetic when she's excited. she has incredibly steady hands and surprisingly sharp focus. she's learned asl fluently, and is learning spanish alongside her daughter so they can talk to each other. she likes museums and art galleries because she gets to learn new things and see new things. she's grown into her own person, and has become an incredible mother as well.

[miaivy]

hi <3 i woke up with a scenario in mind and a lot of questions and heebiejeebies about it so here i am with some headcanons.

could you please for a second imagine what halloween would be like with larissa?

[gn!reader]

⭒i know she gets so excited because not only does she have the opportunity to dress up, but thanks to her powers so to speak, she can also become whatever she wants and look a thousand times cooler than anyone else. she puts on a whole show for the holiday, she loooves to do a performance of the character/whatever she chose, completely sinking into the role for the rest of the day.

what do you think her costume would be? me personally... i can't decide.

⭒which leads me to say for sure that she was a theater girl, a little performer (she told me herself this morning), for that reason she loves to wear funny clothes and put herself in someone else's skin besides her own. she loves acting, that hobby never ceased to be an important part of her life, even as she became an adult with endless responsibilities, she always found a space for this activity.

⭒every year you would do your best to be at least a little bit up to her level, and every year you are vastly outdone by your wife.

she doesn't really care what you decided to wear as long as you feel comfortable and like your outfit, the only thing she truly cares about is the time she spends with you getting dressed up together. when she sees the final product she showers you with compliments, you look ravishing even specially in the most hideous and terrifying costume.

⭒she also enjoys the process of it all, the make over, and she needs to plan everything to perfection, down to the smallest detail, at least one or two months in advance. this in between the little breaks she has from work.

⭒and yes, she does look for makeup tutorials on youtube.

⭒matching costumes is a huge yes for our silver lady.

⭒if you live together, i can say for a fact that she has boxes and boxes stored with a lot of decorations both purchased and also handmade by the two of you in previous years.

making crafts with you relaxes her like you wouldn't believe.

⭒be sure that your house will be full of candy for the children who come knocking on your door trick or treating.

⭒and if you have an out-doors relationship, as the date approaches, you pick out a small antique from the local store that she can use to set the mood in her home, or maybe something made by your own hands, which she appreciates tremendously.

⭒she likes to make a special date with you to go pumpkin picking in one of the pumpkin patches outside of town. your opinion is important to her even when it comes to little things.

⭒she is very versatile and likes to learn a little bit of everything, she is constantly looking for something new to do, so she is a fan of try and making themed cocktails not only for halloween. you can be having dinner in a comfortable silence one night a few weeks before the end of october, and suddenly she'll be talking to you with her eyes glued to the screen of her cell phone, a sweet, excited smile painted on her lips as she tells you she found a recipe that sounds delicious, already scheming what glasses she could serve them in, what cute little thing she could put on them to make them look a bit more spooky.

she has impeccable taste. we all know that.

⭒thrillers and horror movies, a nice bottle of wine, a warm blanket and a sweet cuddle on the couch are clearly your every-single-year special thing.

⭒the party she throws at the academy is simply unforgettable, to say the least. as the perfectionist that she is, she takes care of every little tiny thing until the very last minute, spares no expense and of course, seeing her students and the love of her life enjoy her efforts is more than enough pay for her.

⭒she's a teaser, she talks dirty, but she likes it discreet, classy, something that's not too explicit, but that makes it very clear what she wants to do or do to you. with all this said, halloween dirty jokes are on the table.

⭒if you're not much of a halloween lover, trust me, she'll take it upon herself to turn you into one with everything in her hands, definitely getting her way by having a slightly more... naughty costume to wear exclusively in the privacy of the four walls of her room with you that night.

keep in mind that she gets into the role like a pro ;)

⭒trick or treat kind of role play.

⭒this woman loves to give you a little something that day as if it were christmas because why not?

⭒sometimes she pulls some of her favorite costumes out of her closet and models them for you in the living room, no matter what month of the year it is, just for fun. that's quite a show too as she looks incredibly delighted by the way you applaud every time she changes outfits and gives you a brief explanation of the characteristics and personality of the character she is bringing to life at that moment.

━━━━━━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━━━━━━

hope u liked it <3

[hopeamarsu]

The Makeover

Frankie Morales and daughter OC Catalina, or Lina Word count 1k Warnings Minor body insecurities Summary: Catalina gets a makeup kit for Christmas and wants to do a makeover of her dad. Frankie is a willing victim. A/N: I got forwarded this prompt from the lovely @musings-of-a-rose, thank you so so much for giving me a chance to write this! ❤️ I ended up going a little angsty, but fluffy in the end. I hope you and the original requestor enjoy it!

Original request: Frankie: not sure if there is a need for a reader or not but his daughter gets makeup for Christmas and wants to give Frankie a makeover.

“Papa! Sit still! This is the tricky part.”

Frankie had to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a smile. Since Catalina opened her Christmas surprise from uncles Miller, this was the only thing on her mind. The huge makeup set complete with rows and rows of eyeshadows, blush, something called contour, various lip colors, and more pointy brushes than Lina could count had not left her side and she’d spent every single free moment of her day practicing her skills. On dolls, plushies, her hand, whatever Lina could find her hands on that had a face or skin, she’d put makeup on it. 

And it didn’t stop there, not even close. Frankie now knew the names of several Youtube makeup tutorial people such as Rosina, Bri, Nikki, Shab, and Kassie. He could probably recite the entire Harley Quinn makeup tutorial Lina had religiously watched 17 times before he had had to confiscate his phone back. The resulting tantrum had been both hilarious and frightening. 

“Papa!” Lina admonished him, her sharp tone and condescending look far too old for a 6-year-old to hold. With her eyes narrowed, she pinned him down and Frankie swallowed the laughter bubbling inside him. He shook off all the remaining expression in his eyes and relaxed his muscles to appear as neutral as he could. 

“Sorry, hija. I’ll sit still,” he promised her. She nodded happily, her tongue peeking out from between her lips in concentration as she placed the brush on the side of his nose. Frankie felt growing pride spread in his chest as his daughter moved the brush up and down before dipping it back into the colored square and repeating the motion confidently. The hairs on the brush tickled a little and once more he fought to keep his face neutral and not burst into laughter.  

“This will slim your nose,” Lina told him expertly, the brush making a long, sweeping motion on the side of Frankie’s nose. He nodded, earning another glare from his daughter, before answering absentmindedly.

“Well, it could definitely use it.”

Frankie let out a soft chuckle at his own words, but Lina didn’t join him. Instead, silence followed and when he felt the brush drop from his face and Lina’s big brown eyes flashed at him, shining with something, his own eyes widened in response. 

“Papa…” She whispered, her voice wavering, her eyes suddenly downcast and shadowed. The brush fell to the floor with a soft clang but neither Morales took notice. “What is it, Lina?” Frankie spoke slowly, watching his daughter with growing worry. What happened, why was his sunny little girl suddenly looking so sad? 

“Papa. Do you think my nose needs slimming too?” 

The whispered words broke Frankie’s heart and he swept her into his arms, feeling her smaller body tight against his chest. “Mi amor, your nose is perfect. Absolutely perfect. What makes you think you…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, it made him sick. He couldn’t fathom it, couldn’t think he’d ever have to worry about his perfect daughter feeling insecure about any part of her body. He knew the world was cruel but surely no one told a kid in pre-K they needed a nose job? Surely not. And if they did, Frankie knew he could rally all of Lina’s uncles into battle with a single word. 

“Mrs. Carlson at the daycare, she says I ha-have a nose like y-yours. And if, if y-you think you need a sl-slim-slimmer nose, do I n-n-need it too? I don’t want to have a nose t-t-too BIG!” The broken voice came out muffled and stuttering, building up to a wail. The wetness Frankie felt at his shirt could only mean one thing and he hated himself a little more as Lina succumbed to her tears. 

He had always thought his nose was large, maybe a bit Roman, and crooked. The hits he’d taken during his time on active duty didn’t make it any prettier. He’d always made jokes about it, not thinking twice about what he spoke about his nose. But clearly, he’d gotten too desensitized at mocking himself, he didn’t understand the repercussions around a young child. Never again, Frankie vowed to himself. 

He squeezed his daughter a little tighter, banishing the gloom from his voice as he spoke. 

“Lina, you have a very pretty nose. It fits your face perfectly and looks nice. It’s not too big, not at all mi amor.” 

Frankie dipped his finger under Lina’s chin, lifting the small face up so he could wipe away any tears. His thumb moved on her cheeks, smiling when the tears stopped falling. “My nose is bigger than yours because I have a bigger head. And it looks a little funny because Tio Santi once set it crookedly. But I promise you, as you grow, your nose will grow proportionally with your face and it’ll always look beautiful. No matter the shape or size, you are beautiful, and your nose is too. Eres mi hermosa hija.” 

He booped her nose, earning a giggle. The happy sound knitted his heart back together, his worry over Lina slightly lessening. It would never go away completely, but seeing her smile, - no matter how watery and wobbly that smile might be - would always help. 

“Now, I believe you promised me a full makeover that would make me look like Quinn Harvey.” He waggled his eyebrows, enjoying the outraged shriek that left her lips when she realized he’d messed up the name. She slapped his chest, laughter bubbling up higher and higher. 

“Papa! It’s Harley Quinn, silly! And yes, we need all the reds and all the blues!” Lina jumped off from his arms, her previous worry and sadness already forgotten. She hustled towards her palette, her curls bouncing on her shoulders. As she began sorting through her brushes, her mouth running a mile a minute as she recited the instructions to herself, Frankie settled deeper into his seat with a content sigh. 

He already knew he’d look ridiculous and he couldn’t wait. And it made him love his daughter even more.  

“Lina?”

“Si, papa?”

“Te quiero mucho.”

The resulting smile lit up the entire living room and it was all he had ever hoped for.

[totowlff]

chapter twenty-two — lipstick and confessions

➝ going to a gala in geneva is stressful enough, but some familiar lipstick and a familiar face make for a weekend that elisabeth hadn’t expected.

➝ word count: 5k

➝ warnings: smut

JANUARY, 2016

As Elisabeth stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she felt uncomfortable. Her eyes roamed over her hair, arranged in a neat coiffure; to her makeup, nothing fancy or different from what she usually wore; to the jewelry she'd chosen, simple diamond studs in her ears and a diamond pendant necklace.

She felt beautiful, but — 

“Something's missing”, she thought, stepping back to examine her strapless black dress, satisfied with how it hugged her curves.

— Are you ready, Liesl? — Toto asked her, his voice muffled by the closed bathroom door.

— Almost — she murmured thoughtfully, her hands sliding along the soft fabric of her dress.

It didn't take long for her to hear his muffled footsteps heading towards the bathroom. Seconds later, he opened the door and stood behind her, leaning one shoulder against the door jamb. Elisabeth glanced at him in the bathroom mirror. He was wearing one of his best suits and a bow tie that she had learned to tie for him through a YouTube tutorial. Toto looked completely stunning.

— You look ready to me — he said, a mischievous grin on his face.

Glancing at him, she pressed her lips together.

— I don't know, honey — Elisabeth sighed.

Standing up straight, Toto approached, stopping just behind her. Through the mirror, she noticed his brown eyes watching her, taking her all in, from the way she’d styled her hair, to her face, down to her chest. When she noticed that his gaze lingered longer than a few seconds on her cleavage, Elisabeth cleared her throat.

— Is there something wrong with my dress?

He smiled.

— Yes.

— What is it?

— It could be on the floor of this room right now.

She shook her head, as Toto wrapped his hands around her waist and rested his lips on her shoulder, gently kissing the bare skin. His hot breath on her skin sent a shiver through her body.

— I'm serious — Elisabeth muttered, eyes locked on his through the reflection, her hands resting on his.

— So am I — he whispered against her neck.

She’d love nothing more than to be melting into Toto’s arms right now, letting him mark her delicate skin with hickeys and nibbles like he loved to do, but she just sighed in frustration. It was enough for him to realize there was something bothering her.

Lifting his face from her shoulder, Toto stared at Elisabeth for a few seconds, his eyes taking her all in.

— What is it, Liesl? — he asked her.

She pursed her lips.

— Don't you think there's something missing?

Toto blinked.

— What do you mean by something missing?

— I can't say exactly, but it feels like… I’m missing some detail. I don’t know.

His gaze wandered over her reflection again for a few seconds, then his expression brightened.

— And I know what it is — Toto said, taking his hands off her waist to rummage through her makeup bag that was on the bathroom counter. He sifted through it, disturbing all of its contents, but it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for. He pulled out a black and gold tube of lipstick, setting it down on the white marble countertop.

Elisabeth picked up the tube, removed its black cap and twisted its golden base, causing the vibrant red hue of the product to appear. After looking at the lipstick for a few seconds, she looked up at Toto, finding a sly smile on his face.

— This lipstick?

— Yes — he replied in a low voice.

Her eyes returned to the vibrant color in her hand, the memory of the day she wore that lipstick for the first, and so far, only, time coming to mind. Elisabeth smiled at the thought.

— Do you know which lipstick this is?

— It's the one you were wearing at that dinner in Monaco — Toto answered, almost immediately. She stared at him in surprise, earning a smug smile back — Did you think I wouldn't remember?

— Considering you were with your girlfriend at the time, I figured you hadn't even noticed what I was wearing — she muttered.

He stepped closer to Elisabeth, his gaze fixed on hers.

— There hasn't been a day that has gone by since then when I haven't thought about those red lips of yours.

She felt her breath catch in her throat, a wave of arousal coursing through her body. And all Toto had done was say a few words in that low, sensual tone that made her melt like ice cream in the sun. He never failed to amaze her with the power he held over her body.

— So… Do you like it?

— I love it.

— Do you… Want me to wear it today? — Elisabeth whispered, her gaze locked on his. She could see desire glowing in his chocolate eyes.

— Yes, baby.

She smiled.

Elisabeth turned towards the mirror and leaned slightly over the sink, nestling her butt into Toto's hip. Then, with her gaze fixed on him, she began to apply the lipstick slowly, coloring her lips with the vibrant shade. His eyes followed the movement of her hand with rapt attention, completely mesmerized by that simple gesture. However, it wasn’t just his eyes that were attentive.

She twisted the lipstick back down and put the lid back on, and stood up straight. Elisabeth tilted her head and analyzed her reflection again. “Ah, much better. That’s exactly what was missing”, she thought. Then, she felt Toto’s hands grasp her waist again, pulling her against his body. The closeness made her feel his stiffness against her lower back.

— What do you think? — she asked.

Toto smiled.

— Beautiful.

Elisabeth turned to him, a sly smile on her red lips.

— I didn't know red lipstick turned you on, Mr. Wolff — she muttered, her fingers playing with the waistband of the dress pants he wore. His hands slid around her waist, down her lower back until he reached her butt.

— It looks very good, but… What really turns me on is you, baby — he whispered.

— I turn you on?

Toto pulled her against his body, his erection pressed against her.

— Yes. 

She pressed her lips together, an idea coming to mind.

— You know you can't go to the gala like that, don't you?

— Like what?

Her hand descended a little further, moving his cock. Then, over his pants, she grasped at his erection.

— Hard — Elisabeth whispered, looking up at him, almost innocently.

Toto gave her a nervous smile, struggling to contain himself under her touch. His reaction was enough for her to bring her face closer to his.

— Why don’t I sort this out for you? — she purred, her hand sliding lightly over his pants. She felt his cock twitch through the fabric.

— You would do that for me? — he asked in a low voice.

— Yes, dear — Elisabeth replied — Please.

Toto bit his lower lip.

— Then tell me what you want me to do, Liesl.

A smile appeared on her red lips. Taking his hand, she led him out of the bathroom, into the bedroom of the suite. Toto sat himself on the mattress, eyes watching her, wordlessly awaiting her instructions.

— Unzip your pants for me — Elisabeth said, splaying her hands over his thighs to kneel between his legs. Toto complied almost robotically, his fingers clumsy and anxious as he undid the clasp and zipper of his dress pants. She could see his member outlined by his underwear, and slipped one of her hands into his pants. Then she looked up at him.

— Can I?

Toto nodded. She saw him swallow a bit in nervous anticipation.

— I need you to use your words, honey — Elisabeth said, a small smile on her lips.

— Please, baby — he muttered.

She responded by pulling his underwear down, revealing Toto's completely rigid cock. Wrapping her fingers along his length, she brought him to her lips, resting them gently on his tip, her tongue tasting the salty taste of his precum. Looking up at Toto, his eyes were locked on her, burning with desire.

Elisabeth thought of different ways to provoke him. She could trace the veins around his cock with her finger. Or with her tongue. She could stimulate him slowly, taking her time to draw out his pleasure. She could take it inch by inch into her mouth, maybe. 

However, her eyes found the metallic dial of the watch Toto was wearing. She could see that there were less than 15 minutes before they had to go down to the lobby of the InterContinental Genève, to the gala they were attending. “Damn”, she thought, pulling her face away and studying the red mark that was left on the head of his cock.

— Liesl — Toto muttered.

— Yes — she purred, moving her hand along his length.

— You have no idea how many times I've dreamed — he panted, closing his eyes tightly as she quickened the movement of her hand — Of having that lipstick leave marks… Like that.

— You’ve dreamed about it? — Elisabeth asked, a sly smile.

— Yes, Liesl, I have — Toto stammered, as she brought the tip of her tongue to one of his long veins — With you on your knees, in that low-cut black dress from that night in Monaco, sucking me off, smearing my whole dick with that red lipstick.

— Is that what you’d like me to do?

He just nodded, making no sound.

— Then ask me, darling — she whispered, eyes locked on his.

— Suck me off, Elisabeth. Please — he gasped, bringing a hand up to her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

— Of course, my love — she replied with a smile, before taking his entire length into her mouth.

The sounds of his satisfaction filled her ears as Elisabeth began to move her head along his length, the tip touching her throat each time she descended, her nose brushing his pubic bone. Focused on her breathing, she fought her own reflexes to keep giving Toto exactly what he deserved.

Pleasure.

— Yes, baby, this — he stammered, seeming to be in a trance — You are so good… So good to me… Your mouth… You… My God…

As her tongue circled around his cock, Elisabeth’s gaze rose to his. Toto seemed to make an almost superhuman effort to keep his eyes open, fixed on her, almost begging her to keep going. The words he was muttering no longer made any sense, mixing languages together.

— Ja… That… Weiter so — he panted — Du bist so gut…

Moving faster now, she brought her hand to his cock, in order to help her mouth. The words Toto muttered became a mixture of grunts and moans, his mind completely unable to form any sentences. Elisabeth knew what this meant — he was close.

Very close.

She was tempted to leave him on the edge, a tease for all the times he'd denied her the chance to come. However, they had no time for jokes. She continued to bob her head in a relentless rhythm, saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth as she took more and more of him between her red lips, leaving a trail of color down his shaft.

— Ich komme — she heard Toto grunt before a hot stream of semen filled her throat. Swallowing it all in one go, Elisabeth kept moving her head until she felt him go soft against her tongue. She gave him one final suck and raised her head.

— Did you swallow it all? — Toto asked her, which made her open her mouth and stick her tongue out at him, showing that she had. He smiled at the sight — Good girl.

— Your girl — Elisabeth replied, as he placed his hands on her cheeks.

— Only mine — he murmured, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.

A few seconds later, she pulled her face away, her nose brushing his.

— What time is it? — she asked.

Toto lifted his wrist and looked at his watch.

— We still have five minutes.

Elisabeth rose from the floor, her knees aching from the rough carpet. She went to the bathroom in search of some tissues to clean the crimson stain off of his cock. Pausing quickly in front of the mirror, she examined her makeup, wiping away a red trail that had escaped her lips with her thumb. She took a moment to retrieve the lipstick again, reapplying a fresh coat. Then, she smiled, satisfied. Everything else was still in order. She walked back out to the bedroom and was surprised to see Toto standing straightening his suit. His pants were already pulled back up and fastened, his shirt tucked back in. It was like nothing happened.

— Darling, didn’t you want to clean up? — she asked, confused.

— No need, Liesl.

Elisabeth blinked.

— Are you sure? Your underwear will be all stained…

Toto approached her, a sly smile on his lips.

— I haven't dreamed for so long of having my dick marked by your lipstick to clean the stains off it at the first opportunity.

She felt her face heat up.

— Besides, you can help me clean it up later.

— Oh?

— Yes. With your pussy — Toto replied casually, kissing her cheek — Shall we go?

— Yes, let’s go — she replied, picking up her clutch from the bedside table, making sure she had everything she needed.

— Everything there?

— Yes. I’m ready — Elisabeth smiled.

They left the room towards the lobby of the InterContinental Genève in silence. Inside the elevator, they just exchanged glances and shy smiles, as if both knew what the other was trying to say. Leaving the hotel lobby, Elisabeth found a black Mercedes parked in front of the building, a man she assumed was the driver standing right next to it.

— Bonsoir, Monsieur Wolff, Mademoiselle Lauda.

— Bonsoir, merci beaucoup — she replied before getting into the car.

The way to the Palexpo was smooth, despite the intense movement when approaching the building where the gala event would take place. Even inside the car, she could see camera flashes and hear the activity of the assembled press pool. Suddenly, something tightened in her stomach. Elisabeth still hated these events, with all of its publicity.

— It's everything alright? — Toto whispered beside her.

— Yes — she said seriously.

— Take a deep breath, Liesl. It's gonna be okay.

She looked at him and took his hand in hers, bringing it to her lips and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles, being careful not to let any of the crimson stain on his skin. She was still impressed by his ability to calm her down before these things.

Just like Toto said, everything went fine for her trip down the red carpet. With him next to her, Elisabeth found that her smiles for the cameras were earnest. Nico and Lewis joined them for a few pictures, and then, Georges Kern, the CEO of IWC, joined their group for a few moments.

— Enjoy the evening — Kern said, smiling.

Once inside the space, Elisabeth and Toto chose to separate, so as not to arouse suspicion. However, she soon regretted the decision when she found herself alone, among groups of people conversing, without any company. Sipping champagne from her glass, she was watching Toto talk to Arsène Wenger when she felt someone tap her shoulder. 

As she turned around, she felt her heart skip a beat. "Her? Here?”, Elisabeth thought to herself, forcing her face into a friendly smile.

— Good evening, Elisabeth — Aurélie brought her face close to hers in a quick greeting — How are you?

— Good evening, Aurélie — she stammered, trying to hide her surprise — I'm fine, and you?

— I'm fine too — she smiled — Are you enjoying yourself this evening?

— Yes, I'm enjoying it very much — she replied, trying to keep her eyes on the woman, whose hair was pulled back in an elegant bun — It's all been very pleasant. And you?

— I am. I was able to meet up with Adriana and Karolina, two friends of mine, so I'm very happy.

She nodded, her eyes leaving the model's face and searching for Toto in the conversation circles. She quickly spotted him talking to Lewis and Nico, a wide smile on his face.

— That’s lovely, Aurélie — Elisabeth said, still a little distracted — I still need to talk to Nico and Lewis, but they are busy at the moment. I’ll wait for a few minutes until they’re free.

The model laughed.

— I can imagine, after such a successful season — she commented, her fingers tapping on the silver clutch in her hand — By the way, are you excited for the upcoming season? 

— Very. The new car is promising so far and everyone is very excited for Barcelona next month — she said, her gaze drifting back to Toto, who was listening intently to Nico, until his eyes met hers. Then, the team principal winked at her, causing something inside her chest to heat up. Then, with a mischievous smile on his face, he turned back to the driver in front of him.

— Elisabeth — Aurélie said, touching her arm — Can I ask you a question?

She looked back at the woman, feeling her face grow hot. She had just forgotten about her for a moment. Trying to disguise her lack of attention, she smiled.

— Of course, you can.

— You and Toto are together, aren't you?

Elisabeth blinked.

— No, of course not, Aurélie. Where did you get that idea?

The model laughed.

— Elisabeth, you can tell me the truth.

— But… That is the truth.

— Elisabeth — she put a hand on her arm — Toto and I have nothing but respect for each other. It’s fine if you are.

— Aurélie — she tried to respond, but couldn’t.

— Okay, let's try again, Elisabeth — the woman said, smiling — Are you and Toto together?

She stared at Aurélie in silence, not knowing how to answer.

— Yeah... Well... I…

— I'll take that as a yes.

— Aurélie…

— I knew it. I always knew you were going to end up together.

She tilted her head, confused.

— What do you mean?

— You were supposed to be together from the start, Elisabeth. I was just an obstacle in his way to you. Or rather, a detour.

It felt like she was hallucinating. She just couldn't believe what she was hearing.

— Sorry, I really don't understand — she said — An… Obstacle?

Aurélie sighed.

— You know, Elisabeth, my story with Toto started right here, at this exact place. I had been asked to be one of the models at the Cartier booth while he was one of the guests at the IWC booth. I was using the Ballon Blanc, the watch that the brand was launching that day. The band was all diamonds, it was very luxurious.

— I can imagine — she muttered.

— Toto approached and asked some questions about the watch and I answered, giving him the official pitch from the press office, describing all of its features, that sort of thing. However, I was surprised when he asked me what I thought about the watch, personally. I replied that I thought it was a bit… Much, that it would not be my first choice. So he asked me to show him which watch I liked. I showed him one of the other watches we had, a much simpler one. And he said that he agreed with me, that the one I showed him was much better suited to me than the one I was wearing, as it was elegant like me.

Elisabeth couldn't hold back a smile. That sounded like the kind of charm from Toto that she knew very well.

— I can't say I wasn't enchanted by him. I thought he was enchanted with me too. After our first conversation, we went out to dinner not even a week later. And then we had dinner again. And again. By that point, I’d realized I was madly in love with him. I thought that he felt the same way, since he'd made a point of introducing me to both of his children, and his mother.

The mention of Toto's mother made something in her stomach turn. She brought the champagne glass to her lips, sipping the liquid lightly.

— Everything was perfect. Beautiful. I felt like I was dreaming every time I was with him. Toto was the best boyfriend in the world. Then, he invited me to go to Monaco to watch a race for the first time — she said, her eyes fixed on hers — I felt like we were taking another big step that weekend, because I’d get to meet his team and his friends. That weekend was definitely a turning point in our relationship, but not the one I’d expected.

— The dinner — she stammered.

— Yes, the dinner, Elisabeth.

— But what happened? — she asked.

Aurélie sighed.

— You happened.

— Me?

— Yes. I started to feel like I was in the way. Even the way that Toto held my hand changed after we arrived and he saw you. At one point during the dinner I looked at him and I realized he was looking at you. I saw my relationship crumble right then and there. 

Elisabeth had no idea what to say.

— I also noticed that it seemed like… You were annoyed by my presence and, in a way, I started to wonder if there was something between you two. When you got up and went to the bathroom after Toto kissed me on the cheek, I concluded that you two had a history together.

She pursed her lips.

— I wouldn't mind that, normally. After all, he was with me, wasn't he? But what hurt was that he almost jumped out of his chair to go after you. Honestly, I think the only reason he didn’t was because I was there. But not even five minutes later, he asked me to go to the bathroom to check on you. I did, because something inside of me still wanted to believe I was seeing too much. Then I heard you crying. And I felt something burning inside me.

— Anger? — she asked in a low voice.

— No. Jealousy.

— Jealousy?

— Yes. Me, who has never been possessive or even insecure about my relationships, found myself completely consumed by jealousy.

— But you had no reason to be jealous, Aurélie…

— Yes, I did. You were the perfect woman for him.

Elisabeth couldn't hold back an incredulous laugh.

— Please, Aurélie, the perfect woman here is not me.

— Elisabeth, you're smart, you’re a savvy businesswoman and look after your dad’s interests, you know motorsport, you're independent… And, you're beautiful. I only know how to smile and walk straight.

— You know that's not true — she said, gravely. Elisabeth couldn't believe what the model was telling her.

— Whether it's true or not didn't matter to me at the time. Then, I came to the conclusion that I needed to… Conquer Toto. That I needed to convince him that I was worth it. So I started spending more time with him, with his family. I started going to Mercedes events, even watched a race from the garage.

— Canada? — she deduced.

— Exactly.

— Did you… Like it?

— I never understood what was going on. How do you understand anything in that madness?

She laughed.

— Even to this day, I’m not sure.

— Well, the thing is, it didn't work out. All my efforts were useless. We were two people who were trying to carry on with that relationship for our own separate reasons, without the slightest bit of appreciation for each other. Of course, the situation became completely untenable.

— I can imagine.

— We broke up shortly after his bike accident. I only found out that he had been injured after he was discharged from the hospital, when he finally bothered to send me a message to let me know. I was in Paris and took the first flight back to Vienna, but I was so angry with him. I wondered how he could have hidden something so serious from me. Needless to say, as soon as I set foot in the apartment, the two of us had a fight.

She remained silent.

— I asked him why he didn’t bother to tell me something so serious. I felt like he didn't trust me to help him when he needed it. He kept saying that he didn't want to bother anyone, that he'd been enough of a nuisance to everyone already. And I made the mistake of asking who had helped him and taken care of him, since he didn’t call me. He didn’t answer me. And I concluded it was you.

Swallowing hard, her mind reminded her of Toto's words when he took her hand in that dimly lit hospital room.

"I need you".

— Then, I exploded. I started yelling at him, asking why he had called another woman when he had me, his girlfriend, who cared about him. I'll never forget the look he gave me. It was the coldest look I had ever received in my life. But, even worse than that was what he’d said to me.

— What did he say? — she asked quietly, dreading the answer.

— Well, he said that he called you because you were the love of his life.

Elisabeth’s jaw dropped. When Toto said he wasn't with Aurélie that night in Sochi, he said he told Aurélie that he liked her more than the model. However, hearing Aurélie’s account of the relationship and of the fight, with the real words of Toto made her feel a bit guilty.

“If only I had been sincere on that call on Christmas”, she thought to herself, pressing her lips together.

— I saw that he regretted it, right away. He didn't want to say it then, like that. But it was the truth. Toto loved you. He always had. And after that, he couldn't pretend he didn’t.

— Did you break up that night?

— Yes. There was no reason for us to be together anymore, Elisabeth.

She felt her throat tighten. She knew that Toto's relationship with Aurélie hadn't worked out because of his feelings for her. However, Elisabeth would never have imagined that his feelings would devastate someone else so much.

— I'm sorry, Aurélie — she said softly — I never meant for any of this to happen. I mean it.

The woman laughed.

— There's no reason for you to apologize, Elisabeth — Aurélie replied, placing a hand on her arm — In the end, I learned a lot from everything that happened and I'm very grateful to Toto for that.

— Grateful?

— Yes, grateful. Our relationship was a great lesson in self-love for me. It was with Toto that I discovered that, long before I want someone to love me, I need to love myself.

She nodded, smiling.

— And it was in discovering my own self-worth that I discovered that I can't accept less than what I really deserve — the model continued — That I'm also worthy of someone who will love me like Toto loves you.

— I hope you find him, Aurélie — she replied, smiling.

— Well, about that — she smiled, raising her left hand to her. Elisabeth stared at her fingers for a few seconds until she noticed that, on her ring finger, was a platinum band with an oval diamond nestled in the center.

— Are you engaged?

— Yes — Aurélie replied, beaming.

— And who's the lucky guy?

— His name is Antoine, he’s a good friend of mine who works at Cartier. After Toto and I broke up, we ended up getting closer and everything just fell into place. I've never felt so happy as I do now.

She couldn’t help but feel a weight lift off her shoulders. In a way, with the story that Aurélie had told her, Elisabeth felt deeply guilty about what had happened between her and Toto. Seeing her moving on, happy, and, above all, with someone who loved her the way she deserved, brought her indescribable relief.

— I'm glad, Aurélie — she said, putting a hand on her arm — You really deserve it.

— You too, Elisabeth. You and Toto deserve it, I mean — she replied, turning to face Toto, who was watching them curiously, giving both women a nod. Elisabeth raised her glass in a cordial greeting, while Aurélie waved at him. Then she turned back to her — Take care of him. He's completely crazy for you.

She smiled.

— And I'm crazy for him, Aurélie.

The model returned the smile to her before asking permission, as her presence was being requested in another circle. However, she wasn't alone for long, as Toto approached her right after.

— I didn't expect to see her around here.

— Me neither — Elisabeth muttered.

— What did you talk about?

— Many things — she just said — Did you know she's engaged?

Toto raised his eyebrows.

— Is she? To who?

— A friend of hers that works at Cartier. She said she’s very happy.

He smiled.

— Good, Liesl. And you?

— What about me? — she asked, raising an eyebrow.

— Are you happy?

Elisabeth smiled.

— Yes. I am.

Hours later, they were back in her suite at the InterContinental Genève. As she dropped her purse onto the bedside table, Toto was seated on the edge of the mattress, taking off his shoes and socks. Watching him, she couldn't resist climbing onto the bed and approaching him from behind, stilling his movements with her hands on his shoulders.

Wordlessly, her fingers slipped over the fabric of his jacket, moving toward his bowtie, undoing the knot. Then, her hands went down to his dress shirt, undoing one of the buttons. Staring at her through the mirror that was on the wall opposite the bed, Toto smiled.

— Are you trying to make me horny again, Liesl?

— Maybe — Elisabeth purred, a mischievous smile on her face — Is it working?

— Maybe… Yes — he replied, smiling.

Her hands continued to work, helping Toto out of his suit, tie, and finally, his shirt. Then, she moved to his front, tugging up the skirt of her dress to settle more comfortably on Toto's lap. His hands slid down her back, seeking the zipper of her dress. She placed kisses on his neck and chest, making sure to leave a trail of red lipstick where her lips passed.

— Elisabeth — Toto whispered, his nose brushing hers.

— Yes, dear — she said, her knuckles almost going white from her grip on his bare shoulders.

— You are the love of my life.

Bringing her hands to his face, Elisabeth closed her eyes again.

— And you are mine.

[beautyparlourbhopal]

How Bridal Makeup Artists Create the Perfect Bridal Look

You are all set to walk down the aisle with your wedding dress, the perfect décor, and of course the groom. However, one thing that you still aren’t sure about is your makeup. Yes, we live in an era of self-taught makeup artists, and of course, YouTube has makeup tutorials for everyone and every occasion. However, one thing that YouTube can’t teach you in one day is how to get that flawless bridal look you always wanted. If you need that celebrity-like glow on your big day, a professional bridal makeup parlour can do it for you. Wondering how? Well, here are the details!

Understanding the Bride's Vision:

The first step in crafting the perfect bridal look is to understand the bride's vision for her wedding day. During the initial consultation, the makeup artist takes the time to listen to the bride's preferences, style, and any specific requests she may have. This is also an opportunity for the makeup artist to assess the bride's skin type, tone, and features to determine the most suitable makeup techniques and products.

Creating a Customized Makeup Plan:

Based on the bride's preferences and features, the makeup artist creates a customized makeup plan tailored to enhance her natural beauty and complement her wedding theme and attire. This plan may include details such as the choice of foundation, eyeshadow colours, lipstick shades, and techniques for contouring and highlighting.

Trial Run:

Before the big day arrives, the bride undergoes a trial makeup session with the makeup artist. This session allows the bride to see how the proposed makeup look translates on her face and provides an opportunity for any adjustments to be made. The trial run is crucial in ensuring the bride feels comfortable and confident with her chosen makeup look.

Fine-Tuning Details:

Following the trial session, the makeup artist fine-tunes the makeup look based on the bride's feedback. This may involve making adjustments to the intensity of certain makeup elements, refining the application techniques, or experimenting with different products to achieve the desired result. The goal is to ensure that every aspect of the makeup look aligns with the bride's vision and enhances her natural features.

The Big Day:

On the wedding day, the bridal makeup artist arrives early to set up their workstation and begin the makeup application process. Working with precision and expertise, they recreate the finalized makeup look, paying attention to every detail to ensure a flawless finish. Throughout the process, the makeup artist maintains open communication with the bride, making any last-minute adjustments as needed to ensure her complete satisfaction.

Conclusion

Do you want that matte look with bold lips and nude eye makeup or do you need that smokey eye look for your bridal day? Well, if you are up-to-date on celebrity gossip and trends and need that no-makeup makeup look or something more interesting and customized to represent that special bond you share with the groom, express your individuality, and look like a million bucks on your wedding. Looking for a bridal makeup parlour to give you that flawless look on your wedding day? The makeup artists at Nikki Bawa Beauty Salon can do it for you!

Original Source: https://nikky-bawa.in/how-bridal-makeup-artists-create-the-perfect-bridal-look/

[salted-caramel-tea]

hiii i love when u post in defense of makeup bc it seems super fun and i really want to try it out more, do u have any tips for beginners? u sound like u know what ur doing

oh girl i’m the worst i’m an eyeliner girly but u can get some rlly cheap and good quality palettes in drug stores if ur interested watch trixie mattel’s youtube videos she does a lot of like ‘trying x brand makeup’ and a lot of them are drugstore brands and don’t worry about doing the full face baked powdered finished glam eye right away it’s a lot of technique so id say start out trying some simpler looks, doesn’t have to be natural look but something that’s not too complicated so you can get the techniques down well enough and read / watch product reviews !! if you’re unsure about the product you want to buy youtube is your best friend people review EVERYTHING, u can follow tutorials if ur struggling to find somewhere to start there’s lots of great ppl on tiktok and youtube + check out nikkie tutorials shes honest with her reviews and fun to watch . lastly dw about texture most ppl have some kind of texture in their skin whether it’s acne open pores dimpling dryness whatever ppl look good on camera bc they have ring lights and set ups to minimise that effect . and have fun with it and don’t be afraid to try different styles !!

[dhillarearenn]

some makeup advice for new girls, women, and fems, from someone who started out a girl but still had to realise she was one after all:

YOUTUBE MAKEUP ARTISTS ARE (generally) FULL OF IT. There is no set "correct" method for doing makeup! How you apply literally every aspect of it depends on your face shape, individual features, skin tone, and personal style. YouTube MUAs who make tutorials will give fantastic advice if you share their exact face shape and features. Otherwise, take it all with a grain of salt. They're not a useless resource, but their words are NOT gospel.

Wash your face before applying makeup! A gentle cleanser (I typically use Cetaphil Gentle Cleanser and Happy Skin by Lush) and a rinse goes a long way. Removing the sweat and sebum/oil buildup will help massively, both in ease of application and overall final result. No cleanser? No prob, find some gentle facial wipes in the makeup section of the grocery store. It'll make a world of difference!

Also: use Q-tips to neaten up lipstick! You can get angled/pointed beauty q-tips at most makeup stores or stores with makeup sections. People rarely get their lipstick absolutely perfect first try, no matter how experienced they are. You can always adjust, tidy, redo, or start over.

When wearing lipstick, you do not need to line your whole mouth to the edge. Most people actually have uneven lips! It's usually not noticeable until you apply makeup to the whole shape and cry because it looks lopsided and messy. It's okay. You can change the shape of your lips and take creative liberties with it. No foundation or coverup necessary; just play with it, figure out what looks good and even and which shapes flatter your face. You can also overline a little on the top lip; try giving yourself a small cupid's bow! If you've already got one, try enhancing its shape :)

Similarly to Point 3; with liquid eyeliner, the way you may need to give yourself wings will differ depending on your eye shape. For example, I have hooded eyelids, so in order to get an angled wing, I actually have to draw straight up from the middle of my eyelid, then out, rather than following the corner of the eye. Finding out what eye shape you have and then looking at "how to do eyeliner for x eye type" will help much more than a standard tutorial.

This is less of a beginner tip, but primer really makes a difference. It helps with ease of application, blending, and makes the colours really stand out. Foundation can work as primer in a pinch for contour and blush, but I'd recommend saving up and investing in the real thing. Just remember there's different kinds of primer for face and eye makeup!

You don't need to apply foundation to your whole entire face. You don't actually need foundation at all; it can clog up your pores really badly, and using it as concealer runs the risk of worsening acne and rosacea. But if you want to use it, a little bit goes a long way! Sponge applicators work the best, in ny experience. Also, when in doubt, go for the lighter shade; not because lighter skin "looks better", but because too-dark foundation will make you orange.

If your foundation looks shiny or feels sticky or heavy, gently dab away the excess, and try following up with some powdered foundation. This sets and seals the layer and helps it look more natural!

Mascara is your friend, but apply her last or she will be your enemy. Also, if you've got blonde or red eyelashes-- try brown mascara first! You may find it enhances your eyes more than stark black, but it depends on your style. There's tonnes of different brush types and mascara types to experiment with, too.

Applying mascara is much less intimidating than it seems. Firstly, wipe the excess on the edge of the tube, like with lip stain. Be gentle, you don't always have to "blink" down on the brush. If your lashes naturally sit curved up or out, tilt your head up and back slightly, meeting your eyes in the mirror so your eyelashes sit away from the skin. If your eyelashes naturally sit downwards, tilt your head forward Kubrick-style and look up at your reflection. Gently comb the brush once or twice through your top lashes. Experiment with adjusting the angle you brush at or the ways you tilt your head, depending on your eye shape and size. For hard-to-reach eye corners, try using the very end of your brush with minimal product, or find an angled mascara brush designed for hooded/folded eyelids. For lower lashes, if they sit curved out or down, it can help to tilt your head forward slightly. If they sit on a short angle, tilting your head up and back can help you reach them. Using less product (wiping away more excess), lightly glide the brush down your lower lashes once or twice, until you're happy with the result.

Don't worry if mascara gets on your skin or eyebrows, it happens to everyone ♡

Most importantly, find what works for you. Makeup can seem really overwhelming; there's cream eyeshadow, powdered eyeshadow, liquid lip stain, tube lipstick, pen eyeliner, pencil eyeliner, liquid eyeliner, cream primer, liquid primer, pencil primer, liquid foundation, powdered foundation, concealer, rouge, blush, contour, bronzer, highlighter, mascara, mascara brush types, lip liner... You'll be okay. We're all scared of it at first. ♡

[lalawrites17]

Feeling Bored? These are ways not to feel that!

The first thing I enjoy doing is playing video games. Piano Tiles is my first favorite game. I enjoy playing it because I enjoy playing the piano. Because my dorm does not have a piano, I enjoy playing piano tiles as a substitute. Piano Tiles is a mobile game that you can play. You may get it from the Google Play Store for Android or the App Store to Apple users. The Sims 4 is another of my favorite games. The Sims 4 is a life simulation game. You can start a family, look for work, make a new buddy, and many other things. I usually play it with my sister, and we consume a lot of food while doing so. Without a question, playing games is one way to pass the time when you are bored.

The second thing I do is watch Netflix. Netflix is a website where you can legally "stream" movies and television episodes. Streaming is similar to watching television on a traditional television set, however it is done on a computer or mobile device. The audio and video quality are both superb. I enjoy watching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. It's a musical series about a woman who leaves her lucrative career in Manhattan to pursue an ex-boyfriend in a rural California town. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is unlike any other television show. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is the finest new sitcom on network television in 2015, and it's funny, feminist, and infectious. I enjoy watching it with my family. Netflix is clearly the finest way to kill time.

Finally, while playing with makeup, watch a makeup instruction. I've been obsessed with cosmetics since I was in senior high school. Kathleen Lights is my favorite beauty guru, and I enjoy watching makeup tutorials on YouTube. Her YouTube channel has almost 3.1 million subscribers. While I'm watching, I like to mimic her makeup and practice my own. Makeup is more than simply a cosmetic for me. Makeup is an art form. Many people believe that if a girl wears cosmetics, she is ugly. But the truth is that makeup may make us happy and increase our confidence. In this world, there are many men who use cosmetics. In short, watching make-up tutorials may be a source of delight for me on a regular basis.

-Ylarde, Althealie

[theglowupreview]

Sarah Beauty Influencer

In recent years, social media has revolutionized the beauty industry, with influencers and bloggers becoming a powerful force in shaping beauty trends and influencing consumer buying decisions. Among these influencers, beauty YouTubers have become increasingly popular, providing a platform for individuals to showcase their knowledge and expertise in the field of beauty. One such influencer is Sarah, who runs a YouTube channel where she provides product reviews and makeup tutorials for a wide range of brands.

Sarah's channel has gained a substantial following, with over 200k subscribers, who tune in to watch her latest videos on beauty tips and tricks. One of the reasons for her popularity is her ability to provide honest and unbiased reviews of beauty products. Her reviews cover everything from drugstore to high-end beauty brands, giving her audience a comprehensive understanding of the latest beauty trends and products in the market.

In addition to product reviews, Sarah's channel also features makeup tutorials where she demonstrates how to apply different makeup products to achieve a specific look. These tutorials are highly informative, providing step-by-step instructions that are easy to follow, even for beginners. By doing so, she empowers her audience to experiment with different makeup looks and encourages them to embrace their unique beauty.

One of the things that sets Sarah apart from other beauty influencers is her authenticity. She doesn't promote products just because they are popular or because she has been paid to do so. Instead, she only recommends products that she genuinely loves and believes in. Her honesty and integrity have earned her the trust of her followers, who often turn to her for advice on which beauty products to buy.

Another reason for Sarah's popularity is her ability to connect with her audience. She takes the time to respond to comments and engage with her followers, creating a sense of community around her channel. This has helped her build a loyal fan base who look up to her as a role model in the beauty industry. In conclusion, beauty influencers like Sarah have become an essential part of the beauty industry, providing a platform for individuals to showcase their expertise and knowledge. Through her YouTube channel, Sarah has earned the trust and respect of her followers, who rely on her for honest product reviews and makeup tutorials. Her success is a testament to the power of authenticity and community building in the influencer space, and she serves as an inspiration to many aspiring beauty influencers.

[latebutokay]

I've seen people already saying rihanna was abusive towards chris brown also and people making makeup tutorials on youtube on how bruises can be faked.

Anon, I cannot believe that we are here right now... but you know what, I guess I can actually. Time and time again, we have proven that propaganda works. Smear campaigns work. That people have their implicit bias and are just not willing to part ways with it. That preserving their image of a celebrity is more important than looking at the big picture and you know just the facts??? It truly does not matter how much evidence you have. It will never be enough. You have photos? Faked. Bruised? Make up. Videos? A set up. Texts? Taken out of context. Witnesses? Complicit in your hoax. People will see you get punched, dragged, and beaten and say it's your fault. You started it. You made them do it. You deserved it.

And just to make a point about the make up... if they really wanted to fake those bruises... why not go all out??? Why not make those bruises as visible as possible. If make up can fake bruises (which ofc they can hello actors in movies and tv???), then isn't it also likely that make up can be used to cover up bruises??? WHICH IS YOU KNOW THE MORE COMMON THING VICTIMS DO??? And over all the more common thing for people to do, use make up to cover blemishes??? Like I just.... ugh.... 

And for anyone else still taking this as a win for "real" victims I would just like you all to read this article.

A few quotes:

“This case is my worst fear playing out on a public stage,” she says. “[It] tells me that [my ex] was right. If he chose to, he could destroy and humiliate me beyond repair.”

“I feel really glad to think my case didn’t go ahead. And stupid to think I could have won it,” she says. “Men always win.”

Taylor says she has already been contacted by “hundreds” of survivors wishing to retract public statements they have made in the press, or pulling out of court cases against their abusers. She says the verdict “opens the floodgates” for future defamation cases. “Survivors watching this will rethink everything they say out loud about what happened to them, and the potential of being sued and dragged through a court process for saying something they know is true, but they could be found guilty of defamation,” she says. “It’s a scary place to be.”

Other articles people should really read:

-This one is written by Michael Hobbes who was one of the few journalist who was really outspoken about this case pretty early on.

-This one is by Moira Donegan and she has also been pretty great about this trial.

[fruitydiaz-archived]

from the prompt - "i think you look beautiful" for @lesbiandiaz

let's not talk about how long ago you sent me this <3

Buck asked for this. Not consciously, but he did ask for this. He has no one to blame but himself, really.

He’s sitting cross-legged in Hen and Karen’s backyard, nose itching with spring allergies, with Nia, innocently oblivious, spreading sparkly eyeshadow and lipgloss all over his face in the name of beauty.

(He had walked outside and found her chasing Harry around with a lip gloss wand, demanding that someone let her make them beautiful. And Buck, well, he couldn’t resist that face, could he?)

Meanwhile, Denny, Harry, and Chris, all significantly less innocently oblivious, are weaving leaves and twigs into his curls.

May, who was supposed to be watching over them, is no help from where she’s sitting stretched out on one of the lawn chairs, fingers tapping away at her screen, looking up occasionally, snorting, and shouting out words of encouragement to the kids.

“We’re making Buck pretty!” Nia giggles and all three boys nod their heads in agreement.

“And I so appreciate this generous makeover from you, Nia,” Buck says as she takes a brush and swipes some blush down the side of his face. He’s watched enough random makeup tutorials on YouTube to know that that is not his color, but he’s not going to tell her that. “Because you are a true artist. The rest of you I’m not so sure about.”

He reaches a hand behind him and digs his fingers into Harry’s side, tickling him.

“Hey,” Harry shouts, batting his hand away and jumping back a foot. “We’re just trying to help.”

“Yeah, Buck, we’re just helping Nia out,” Denny adds on, shooting a grin at Harry.

“We’re professional hairdressers, Buck,” Christopher says, trying to keep his voice level and serious, but he can’t really keep back his laughter.

“Oh are you, really? Remind me—when did you three go to cosmetology school again?”

“I don’t know what that is,” Harry says, dropping a handful of leaves over Buck’s head. Nia chastises him as some of the leaves drop over the front of his face, and he at least has the conscience to look a little guilty about it.

“I help my dad with his haircuts sometimes,” Christopher points out. Buck smiles.

“Well someone has to. Your dad’s too cheap to get them done professionally.”

“One time he used the clippers by himself and ended up with a bald spot on the back of his head. Abuela said he wasn’t allowed to do his hair unsupervised after that.”

Buck snickers, glancing over his shoulder at Christopher.

“I bet he looked real funny like that. You take any pictures?” Christopher’s eyes light up and he nods, dropping his voice down to a whisper.

“Yeah! But they’re on Pepa’s phone. I can ask her to share them with you.”

“That’s my boy,” Buck whispers back, holding his hand out for a fist bump.

“Oh, that can’t be good,” Eddie’s voice cuts through the yard. All five heads snap up and look in his direction before Christopher utters a tiny uh oh and all the kids scramble to different parts of the yard, Denny pulling Nia along by her hand.

Buck twists around, staring at the space around him.

“What, you're all just gonna leave me here like this? Traitors,” He shouts after them. He reaches a hand up and attempts to shake out some of the leaves, wincing as his hair gets caught on several twigs.

“Kids,” Eddie starts, crossing the grass towards Buck. “Can’t trust ‘em.”

Buck grins sheepishly at him. “You’re telling me. This bunch is sneaky, too. They pull you in with their cute charm and then you can’t get free.”

Eddie reaches a hand out towards him and Buck eyes it appreciatively before grasping it and hauling himself up.

“Yeah, kids are like that,” Eddie says, a little distracted, his eyes dancing around Buck’s face and hair. He presses his lips together, valiantly holding in his laughter, and starts helping dismantle the bird’s nest the boys made of Buck’s head.

“Thanks,” Buck says quietly, eyes dropping to the ground and watching as sticks and leaves fall down onto the grass. “They really did a number on me, huh?”

Eddie laughs, brushing some debris off Buck’s shoulder. “You haven’t seen your face yet.”

Buck’s eyes shoot up to meet his and Eddie freezes before stepping back and grinning. He pulls his phone out from his back pocket and tells Buck to smile, which earns him a scowl, and snaps a picture, turning the phone around for Buck to see.

“Please delete that immediately.”

“No,” Eddie pulls his phone away before Buck can grab it, sliding it back into his pocket. “I don’t think I will.”

“Well—just so you know, your son just promised to share some pictures of that time you shaved a bald spot into the back of your head, so.”

“Hey man, I’m just helping you out.”

“Funny, that’s what the kids said when they were turning me into some kind of forest monster.”

“And what kind of father would I be if I deleted the proof of all of their hard work?”

“I hate you,” Buck frowns—which just makes Eddie want to laugh harder. He bites his lip.

“Okay, okay. I think I have some wet wipes on me.” Buck watches as Eddie slips his hands into his jacket pockets, pats his chest pocket, pats along his legs, then finally pulls a packet of wet wipes out of the back pocket of his jeans.

“You carry wet wipes with you everywhere you go or did you just set me up for this?” Eddie gives him a look.

“We’re at a kid's party, Buck. And I have a kid. These are a staple for all parents everywhere.” Eddie pulls a wipe out and studies Buck’s face, not even really sure where to begin. The longer he stares, the more pitifully Buck stares back at him. Eddie blinks and decides to start with the eyes.

He steps closer to Buck, holding his jaw lightly with his fingers and whispering for him to close his eyes. There’s a moment of prolonged eye contact before Buck finally obliges, and Eddie starts gently sweeping the wipe over his eyelid.

“Plus,” He adds quietly. “I’ve got a best friend who somehow always manages to find himself caught up in all kinds of messes.”

“Aw, you carry those around just for me, Eds?”

There’s a pause, just for a moment, and Eddie swears he can hear his heart beating. He swallows.

“Just for you.”

Neither of them says anything for a minute and Eddie concentrates on making sure Buck’s eyes are clear of all glitter and makeup. He startles a little when Buck chuckles and Eddie feels the warmth of his breath.

He braces himself for whatever Buck’s about to say and then—

“Did you not like my makeover?” Buck and Eddie glance down, surprised to see Nia staring back up at them, standing to the left of Eddie.

“Uh,” Eddie says helpfully.

When did all four kids surround them? Eddie looks back up at Buck expectantly. Buck blinks back at him.

“I did,” He licks his lips. “But we’ve got to get ready for dinner now. So Eddie was just helping me clean up. My...face.”

“Did you tell him he looked beautiful?” Nia asks, this time staring right at Eddie, who blinks back at her.

“...I’m sorry?”

“When I used to do Mama Hen’s makeup she wasn’t allowed to take it off until Mama Karen told her she looked beautiful.”

Eddie stares at her, hand still hovering in the air by Buck’s face. Christopher tugs at his shirt from his other side.

“I think she wants you to tell Buck he looks beautiful, dad.”

Eddie turns slowly to look at him. “Thank you, Christopher.”

Christopher has the nerve to laugh at him.

Eddie straightens up and looks at Buck who stares back at him blankly, offering no assistance. He notices May setting her phone down out of the corner of his eye, a sly smile spreading on her face.

He definitely stepped into some sort of trap, walking outside. He’s sure of it.

“Um,” He says, dropping his hand to his side. Buck ducks his head a little, fluttering his eyelashes at Eddie. Eddie’s gonna kill him.

“You got something you want to say to me, Diaz?” Eddie shakes his head, letting himself laugh at the absurdity of the situation, Buck still with makeup smeared over half of his face, a bunch of kids surrounding them, watching them expectantly.

“Yeah, Buck. I think you look beautiful.”

The kids all burst into cheers and Eddie watches in amazement as Buck’s cheeks turn a shade of pink he’s pretty sure he’s never seen before.

May stands up from her chair.

“Alright let’s all get inside to wash up before dinner, okay?” She ignores everyone’s protests and ushers them back towards the house, sending a wink in Eddie’s direction before shutting the patio door.

Eddie lets his eyes linger on the door, daring anyone else to come out and catch them in another trap.

No one comes.

He turns back to Buck and they both just stare at each other before laughing softly. Eddie looks down at the wipes in his hand, almost forgotten. He steps back towards Buck and starts removing what’s left of the makeup.

“So...beautiful, huh?” Buck says eventually. Eddie focuses on the movement of the wipe against Buck’s face.

“Well, maybe not like this,” He says honestly. Buck huffs out a laugh.

“That’s good. I was worried I was gonna have to get done up like this all the time just for you to notice me.”

Eddie swallows, wiping the last stray swipe of glitter gloss from Buck’s face. He lets his fingers linger against his skin.

“I always notice you, Buck.”

Buck doesn’t say anything for a moment, just watches Eddie ball up the used wipes in his hand before slipping the pack back into his pocket.

“Really?” He says eventually, looking back up and holding Eddie’s gaze. Eddie hesitates.

He wants to play it off—say something about how of course everyone notices Buck, he demands attention all the time. He’s loud and bold and sometimes obnoxious—but Eddie knows that not everyone notices Buck the way he does.

It’s different. It’s not something that he can’t help—it's natural, instinctual. He’s drawn to Buck at all times, always. He doesn’t think there’s a way he could ever stop noticing Buck. He’s in everything Eddie does.

He notices Buck in the new alarm clock that sits on his nightstand—the one that’s supposed to wake him up gradually like the sun—the one Buck had insisted on buying for him because he thinks Eddie’s sleep schedule is shit and this clock’s supposed to be better. He never tells him that it actually does work for him—but he imagines the way the dark circles under his eyes have started to fade probably tell him all he needs to know.

He notices Buck in the oat milk that sits in the back of his fridge, in the extra protein bars in his pantry, in the box of baking supplies up high on the tallest shelf (maybe Eddie can cook—but he never bakes.)

He notices him in the extra clothes that end up in his laundry basket every once in a while—leftover from nights when Buck passes out on their couch. Notices him in the LAFD hoodie hanging on the hook by his front door (the one that’s just a little too big to be his own,) in the spare key to Buck’s apartment that’s been on his ring of keys for years now.

He’s in the way Eddie makes his morning coffee, the playlist he listens to on the way to work, the movies and TV shows in his Netflix queue, in the new phrases and mannerisms that Christopher picks up—ones that always hit Eddie right in his gut.

Of course Eddie always notices him. He could never miss the way Buck’s smile lights up a room or the way his laugh loosens up every tense muscle in Eddie’s body.

Sometimes, like if he’s had too much to drink, Eddie starts to think of Buck as a lighthouse. A really tall, really sturdy lighthouse. And through whatever—rain, fog, sleet, hail—Eddie’s always able to find his light.

Sober Eddie thinks that’s corny. But the thought always comes back to him—a truth he can’t shake.

“Yeah, Buck,” He says quietly. “Really.”

[scented-morker]

Not my hands challenge

bf!Chenle x female!Youtuber!reader, mentions of death (joking way tho) not proofread!

“Hello everyone, and welcome back to my channel!! As you can see, we have a very special guest today!” You cheered, directing jazz hands toward your boyfriend who was sitting next to you at your desk.

“Hi guys, what’s up,” Chenle greets them, giving a wave to the camera.

“Okay so I have seen some requests for this video, as it surprisingly was not that hard to get Chenle to agree.

“She had to beg me,” he whispered to the camera.

“He actually agreed immediately,” you whispered in the same manner, winking at your boyfriend as you continued to explain the challenge.

“So basically, I’m going to be doing my makeup today, EXCEPT, it’s not going to be my arms!”

As you’re speaking Chenle gets up from his spot and starts digging through your vanity, setting up the multiple brushes and pallets you’d need.

“See look at him he’s so excited to do it, he can’t even wait for me to be ready!”

“See look at him he’s so excited to do it, he can’t even wait for me to be ready!”

“I’m just trying to be efficient, the faster we get started the faster it’s over, for your information,” he sasses, annunciating every syllable as he defends himself.

“Okay, yeah, sure,” you roll your eyes, getting up to grab one of his hoodies.

“So I’m going to put this on,” you narrated as you slid it over your head, “and now…” you went over to the large seat where your boyfriend was sitting and plopped down right in between his legs, which were spread into a v. “Chenle is going to put his arms into my hoodie.”

“My hoodie actually!” He interjected, but you ignored him, simply pulling your arms out of the sleeves while he slid his in.

You giggled at the way it tickled when his skin brushed against your own.

“I forgot how ticklish you were,” he laughs, purposefully tickling your sides and laughing when you squirm in his lap, unable to smack him because of your arms being stuck in the front part of the hoodie.

“Stop! Stop! Chenle I will smother you in your sleep tonight!”

He laughed, placing a soft peck on your shoulder blade in response, mumbling an “I’m sorry, please don’t murder me.”

“Okay, here we go,” you both laugh and then the screen goes dark before cutting to the scene again.

“Alright so today I’m going to be giving you guys a makeup tutorial!”

Chenle is making large hand gestures while you talk and you try not to laugh as you head into the first step.

“Alright so I’m going to start with concealer,” chenle’s hands blindly reach at the table in front of you, grabbing whatever he thinks feels like concealer.

“Yep that’s it,” when you assure his choice he picks it up, taking the top off and bringing it to your face.

“So I going to put that in my problem areas, my chin and under my eyes,” the stick is suddenly on your nose and you laugh as Chenle tries to correct his mistake, leaving a line across your face.

“Alright, looks like today we’re doing something different!”

Chenle laughs from behind you as he tries to grab the beauty blender you had said you needed to blend it.

Which to him must have meant ‘smack my girlfriend in the face with the beauty blender’ because he definitely didn’t blend anything.

“Oh my hands are done okay, so today we’re just gonna leave the concealer in blended, that whole beauty blender thing was just to get some color in my face,” you playfully glare towards the mirror at your boyfriend even though he can’t see.

“I think we should just finish up, with some eyeshadow and,” you shiver at the next words, “mascara.”

Chenle grabs your eyeshadow pallet, and you speak as he opens it.

“So I like to stick to neutral colors and just do my eyelid,” as you talk your boyfriend dips your blush brush in a bright orange sparkly color and you try to cover your laughs as he brings it to your face.

“Yep this is my favorite neutral color,” you giggle as he rubs it around your eyes, covering every patch of skin in a 6 inch radius from them.

“Oh yes I like to really get good coverage with this, don’t shy away from getting it all over your nose ladies,” you laugh as his motions stop.

“Did I really mess up that bad?”

“Yes but I love you anyway, now! Let’s do some mascara before my entire face is glittering.”

Chenle is back to blindly grabbing, and you cringe when he finds and unscrews the tube.

“I swear if you stab me in the eye it will not end well,” you grumble as his hands get close to your eyes.

He puts the wand straight on your under eye and you burst out in giggles as he continues to completely miss your eyelashes.

“What? Why are you laughing?” He keeps asking, but you can’t stop the giggles after seeing yourself in the mirror.

“Lele I look like a clown!” You finally get out, and he slides out of your (his) hoodie to look you in the face.

“Oh my gosh I ruined your face!” He screams.

“HEY!”

“I’m sorry! It’s all my fault,” he apologizes.

“I thought you said I was beautiful no matter what!!”

“Not like this”

You gasp dramatically before chasing him around the room in an attempt to whack him with one of the throw pillows from your collection.

“Apologize! Right now!”

“I’m sorry for making you ugly, baby!”

You finally succeeded in landing a hit on him, and he groaned.

“I’m sorry, you’re beautiful I promise,” he pulls you by your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’re lucky I love you! In the next video I’m going to ruin your face!”

And the two of you are off again, chasing each other around like children on a playground.