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prissygrlsorority · 2 years

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everything you need to make your own personal beauty binder 🎀

disclaimer: this post is heavily inspired by @tomb-of-ligeia and @daphne-dauphinoise, and early 2010s beauty youtubers. it’s always kind to credit your inspo <3

inspired by the lookbooks and makeup charts used by makeup artists designers at high fashion runways shows and childhood bratz coloring and activity books. the law of attraction is at use heavily with this binder (writing down goals and wishlists)!

you should be keeping diy recipes you find in here.

*you don’t need a physical binder. some people function better with digital mediums. i prefer anything physical and concrete. but you can do all this in something like a notion, or your notes app, etc.

why? 🎀

a cute girly hobby (esp for type A, anal retentive, or analytical personalities/extremely creative, hands on people) to keep track of your routines, motivate you to keep yourself maintained, and figure out what works best for you. it’s nothing too serious, just a girly pastime for people that maybe buy too many products, slip up on routines, or don’t what looks best on your features. have fun!

what to record in your binder? 🎀

an intro sheet 10 different topics divided by tabbed sections: your personal features, makeup, body, fashion, skincare, hair, fragrance, nails, treatments/procedures, salons/spas/referrals/contacts 🎀

intro sheet 🎀

here, you should keep your goals, desired look, and how you want to perceive yourself.

your personal features

a chart of your color season. mine is cool winter. you can use color season for whatever, i choose to apply it to my makeup.

your natural body shape. this will help you choose the best clothes to flatter your silhouette.

a close up, unfiltered clear photo of your bare face. note your skin type, color, undertone, and any other things that stand out to you.

note what you wanna enhance and what you wanna improve. this will help throughout your binder.

makeup

put on a light layer of every lipstick/lip gloss/etc. you have and make kiss shaped swatches in your binder. note the shade, brand, and finish. then the mood/occasion in which you’d wear it.

swatch all your lip liners, again leaving the details of the product.

swatch your foundation shades. note the finish, name and brand.

make a sheet dedicated to all your “holy grail”, essential products.

swatch your eyeshadow palettes. i have all my shimmer pigments swatches and it’s the prettiest thing to look at.

do you have any go to makeup looks? your casual look, going out look, no makeup makeup look, etc.? do these looks and take high quality pics. make personalized face charts by printing them out and noting the steps and products you used.

take c*nty pics of your lashes after trying on all your mascaras/falsies. note the effects and when you would be most likely to wear them.

print out any pics of interesting makeup looks and products you wanna try.

try on lip combos and kiss swatch them. i’m doing this because i do amazing lip combos all the time but i forget which products i used, and it’s hard to replicate the look.

body

take a stick figure-esque picture of yourself and print it out. any outfit you want to buy, print and clip it out first and see if it’s something you’d wear and actually like.

are you experiencing any skin issues on your body and trying any products? keep track of the issue and how the products are doing.

if you don’t already have one, brainstorm workout routines and general wellness/fitness goals.

what are your fav body products? what products did you buy, and hate? TRACK THEM!

any detoxes/diets you’re doing should be recorded in this section.

record “beauty enhancing” foods and drinks here. mine include matcha, lemon water and acv shots.

fashion

outfit planning! take pics of pieces you already have and clip them out. (i’m doing this currently and keeping them all in a little pocket in my binder).

make a moodboard of your personal style(s). how do you want your closet to look? try to see what details, colors, additions are consistent throughout. when shopping, these are what you should keep track of.

print out your signature clothing color palette if you want to have one.

dedicate a page to accessories you have/want, and how you’d style them.

*this can be expensive but the fashion girls will prob love this* go to the fabric store and buy little swatches that you like. take note of what the fabric is and why you like it.

dedicate a page to all your signature details. all the little specific things that scream YOU and NO ONE else! that means do not write pink, girly, etc. here. that is not exclusive to you, hun.

skincare

take a current filter free photo (make it glam! tie your hair up in a ballerina bun and put on some cute earrings) of the state of your skin. if your skin is perfect, i’m jealous and how does it feel to be god’s fav? if not what problems are you experiencing?

log your current skincare routines and how they’re working.

make a page for your skin type, how it feels when you wake up and how it feels and looks by the end of the day and research tips to deal with your personal skin type.

skincare wishlist! list any products you wanna try and what they are for. sample them from ulta or sephora if it’s possible.

dedicate a page to the skincare ingredients your skin loves the MOST! mine are retinol, bha, and vitamin c.

i have a page for all the extra cute little skincare devices i want. on it there’s a stainless steel gua sha, an ice pack, facial steamer, and pink foreo.

hair

what’s your hair type, density, porosity and curl pattern?

write down any hair goals you have. mine is frizz free tailbone length caramel brown hair with honey blonde highlights by the end of this year.

what’s your signature hairstyle? do you have a signature? brainstorm here.

clip out hairstyle inspo from pinterest and insta and try to recreate all the looks!

what are your fav hair products? i keep track of the best curling creams and leave in conditioners for my hair personally.

take note of any trending products you wanna try.

fragrance

make a moodboard of how you wanna smell. after this, research notes and how they work together.

now track your fav perfumes, your most complimented, etc.

note what fragrances go with what occasion and how they make you feel.

make your perfume wishlist! my fav part!

nails

swatch all your polishes. label them and their finish.

what’s your signature/go to nail look?

do you have any pics of your fav mani + pedis? print them out and write the details you loved the most.

write down your at home mani and pedi routine and it’s frequency.

write your fav colors and styles to wear on your nails. mine are glittery pink, pale pink, white, cream, french tip and pink frenchie. a hyper girly twist on the classics.

treatments/procedures

take note of any surgeries or procedures you want done and what they do.

anything you leave the house to have done regularly, keep track here.

don’t limit yourself! forget your budget! what are some high maintenance treatments you wanna experience? manifest it.

references

write down the sources of which you find great info for beauty and fashion

keep addresses of your fav salons and spas.

keep business contacts of your fav estheticians, stylists, nail techs, etc.

use my branding yourself guide to assist in your beauty binder! so much inspo and so many good resources! 🎀

#prissygrlsorority #my posts #beauty binder 🎀

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bornagainmurdock · 1 month

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the prettiest girl at the party

author's note: y'all know that one photo of the person straddling the other person while doing each others makeup, yah that vibe :))

contents: you do matt's makeup for fun, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, suggestive but ultimately fluffy

work count: 1.4k

Matt had never worn makeup. Except for that one time he played a shepard in the nativity scene at the church as a kid. Or that one time in college he fell asleep petting a cat at a party and woke up with glittery lipstick and mascara on a fancy couch. Or maybe that one time Karen did his eyebrows because she was bored at work. But that was it! Until today that is.

You, being a makeup lover, had a relatively large (but econimically and environmentally conscious) amount of makeup. Sometime you would catch Matt running his fingers along your collection, or asking you about your makeup that day, or asking to have you swatch it on his skin so he could feel it.

Today you had had enough of Matt daydreaming about makeup. You were going to do his makeup, and damnit, he was going to like it.

When Matt got home you cornered him, helping him set down his briefcase and glasses, taking his blazer to hang it up in the closet, too. He knew you were up to something nefarious, but was unsure of just how nefarious you were being.

He soon realized, but that was only after you dragged him into the bathroom, made him sit on the toilet, and started shuffling around making various loud noises.

"Okay, I haven't asked any questions yet so I get at least one. I'm not going to ask what you're doing, but I will ask what is making all that noise."

"My makeup bin." You grinned.

"Are you about to do my makeup?"

"And we have a winner! Matt Murdock is getting a makeover!"

He sighed, but accepted defeat. He forcibly frowned, but you could tell he was excited. His posture became straighter, sitting up higher and taller. His eyes were bright and dancing around the room. And his hands nervously tapped in his lap.

"So what's first?" He had listened to you do your makeup hundreds of times, but truly had no idea what you started with.

"Well, I start with my brows, but today you're getting full glam. So it's primer time."

"What the fuck is primer?"

"Exactly what it sounds like you goof! We're priming your face for foundation." You dug through the basket and found your favorite one for when Matt dragged you to fancy dinners.

You started slowly, warning him when you were gonna touch his face enough though he could sense it. When you were applying things to his face, Matt held onto your arm, helping you remain steady and balanced.

"So, my foundation is absolutely not your shade, so we're gonna have to improvise with this cream highlight and contour palette. I think I can mix your shade."

Matt was trying to be patient and still as not to bump you, but he was excited. Despite his aversion to most textures, your brushes against his face made him shiver because of how soft they were.

"What's next?"

"Well I'm still working on color matching. You got one weird skintone. Oh no, and then I gotta make you a concealer shade."

"Be nice to me. I didn't know it was weird!" He said smiling, trying very very very hard not to move too much.

"But then after that, brows! Which I am concerned about, but for a different reason. You kinda already have the most perfect brows."

"Finally a compliment. Thank you." He jokingly rolled his eyes.

"Anyways Matty, I think I'm gonna leave them alone and start working on your eyes. What color should I do?"

"Uhhhh, brown."

"I don't know why you thought I was going to give you a natural makeup look. We're going orange and red!" You said while shuffling around in the bin, trying to find an eyeshadow palette to match the colors you saw in your head.

His face contorted in horror. "Are you sure?"

"The longer you question me, the longer this is. Now be quiet."

Matt pretended to zip his lips shut and his face went neutral again in an attempt to help.

And suprisingly, he stayed quiet throughout the entire application of eye shadows. That is until you told him you were starting eyeliner.

"Okay so look up, but keep your eyes closed."

"What does that even mean? How can I look up while having my eyes closed?" He gestured with his hands bumping you a few times in the process.

"Like this." You tilted your head up and closed your eyelids rather dramatically.

"You I can't see you, right?"

"Sometimes I forget. You're eerily good at eye contact for a blind man."

You adjusted Matt into the perfect position and gave him a warning for the brush coming towards his face.

"Don't flinch!" Matt couldn't stand the tickle of it against his face. He winced away and then kept leaning back to get away.

You grabbed his chin, repositioning his face in the exact right spot. Matt's face flushed, bright enough you could see it through the foundation you applied.

"Keep it in your pants, Murdock."

"Maybe don't manhandle me and we won't have a problem." He was sassy with his remark, sticking his tongue out at you at the end.

"Almost done. All that's left is mascara."

"Absolutely not," Matt was serious. What he knew about mascara scared him, "That's not going near my eyes."

"You'll be fine. Come here." You put the brush to his lash and moved as quickly as possible to shorten the time of torture. "All done. You did good."

He smiled at the praise, and visible leaned towards you. You placed a kiss on his forehead and grabbed his chin to tilt it towards you again to kiss his lips this time.

"Lips time! I'm thinking something super extra glossy and dramatic."

"As if the rest of it isn't dramatic enough. You know, I'm starting to feel like your experiment. Or a drag queen."

"Then I'd say I'm doing a good job. Do you feel fabulous?" You returned to the bin to find your favorite gloss and lipliner.

"I feel fabulous." Matt said flatly.

"With more enthusiasm this time." You critiqued.

"I feel FABULOUS." Matt repeated, this time with jazz fingers and an award winning smile.

"Thank you."

He hummed sarcastically in retort.

You lifted the lip liner up to his face. "Okay, now open your lips just a little bit-- good good."

He tried to speak through the application, mumbling into your hand, "What color is it?"

"I don't know, wait to find out."

Matt attempted to be patient and waited until you started to pile the gloss on, feeling it drip a bit down onto his chin.

"Why's it so sticky?"

"Beauty is pain. That's why." You giggled, "Okayyyyy, and DONE!"

"How do I look?"

"So good. Let me take a photo to send to Foggy and Karen."

Matt heard you pull out your phone and snap a photo, laughing as you passed the photo along to your friends in a group chat.

Within a couple seconds Matt's phone rings with a message from Karen:

Going to a birthday party later? The clown makeup looks nice on you Matt.

Clown makeup?

Reality hit Matt in a seocnd, "Did you put me in clown makeup?"

"I'm suprised you didn't notice when I was piling blush on your nose."

"Start running." Matt stood up with the most serious face he could muster.

And you ran, escaping to the kitchen, Matt chasing after you. The whole time you were in a giggle fit, unable to catch your breath.

"How could you?" Matt was laughing at this point, too. You both were on opposite sides of the kitchen island and lunging in opposition direction.

"My handsome clown boyfriend." You made a run for the bedroom.

Matt grabbed your arm trailing behind you and tackled you to the ground.

"Not so funny is it now."

"Still super funny."

#matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #fluff

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nocaptainonthisship · 2 months

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Something Blue

"Hal, seriously, what the fuck?" Even whispered, the words reverberated oddly in the little anteroom. Too much emphasis on the consonants, sharp and crisp the way she'd been taught. Even spitting mad, Galadriel’s elocution lessons lingered.

"What?" He always garbled his T's, the letter half gone and half transformed into a D until half the time she couldn't understand what he'd meant to say at all. This one was clear, though, wide-eyed, playful innocence on his face. He knew what he'd done, no matter the confusion he feigned.

"Keep your voice down. The photographer is right out there.” She bit her lip sharply and tried to follow her own advice. “We talked about this. Months ago."

"You're gonna have to remind me, baby."

"A black suit is not traditional. It's not appropriate! This isn't the funeral portion of Four Weddings and A Funeral."

In the tight space, standing so close, he had to tilt his head down to give her a full once over, as if his jaw hadn't hit the floor when she walked into the room five minutes ago. Well, they'd both been speechless, if for entirely different reasons.

"Is this 'traditional', then?" he scoffed.

"Pardon me?!"

"Gal, you look like the girl from Little House on the Prairie.”

On a different day, she might linger on the way his accent grew thicker towards the end, as if the mere mention of the prairie called him to his childhood home. A different day. Not today. She would not be charmed by him today.

"You want to insult my dress right now?"

"I was trying to pay you a compliment. You're the one being insulting."

"I *told you*, Hal. I don't care that you're thirty-two and still clinging to vestiges of your woe-begotten youth." Woe-begotten he mouthed, lips quirked up at the corners. "You know what I mean."

He did, he always did. The same way he knew when she said woe-begotten, what she really meant was working class and with an affiliation for punk rock and goth and all the dark and dirty aesthetics implied therein.

"You promised me you wouldn't wear all black, just for one day. I love you, exactly as you, but just one day so my mother doesn’t freeze me out." She'd been reduced to whining and wheedling now, and it wouldn't be long before the frustration bled into tears. Nothing had been going according to plan, none of it was the way she thought it would be. Earwen had commandeered and countermanded every decision she could until it barely felt like Galadriel’s day at all. She hadn’t even brought her mother to the dress shop with her, hoping that the clothes, at least, would be them and nothing else. Her eyes started to sting. "I told you about the blue, right? I gave Mel a swatch, she said she’d take it with her to get your suit, she... You promised me."

"Hey, hey, it's ok. Have I ever broken a promise to you before?" Galadriel sniffed before shaking her head. "Right. So before you come for my head, can I show you something?”

He stepped back as far as the limited space in the glorified closet would allow and unbuttoned his suit jacket. The trousers, it turned out, weren't nearly as baggy as they'd seemed at first glance. Yes, they weren't as close-fitted as was trendy, but the wider leg suited him, counterbalancing the lankiness that made his mother call him 'string bean' even to this day. The jacket, that sea of black which had first made her see red, opened and Galadriel had to blink a dozen times a minute so her tears wouldn’t spill and send streaks of mascara down her perfectly made up face.

The lining of his suit, which the tradition she'd tried and failed to insist on would have favored a darker fabric, was a soft, baby blue. It matched her dress, almost too perfectly. Except for the places where tiny black words walked across the fabric.

Without conscious thought, her hand reached out to touch it. "What is this?" she asked, unable to do more than whisper. The whole thing had rather stolen her breath away.

"Emails," he said, as if she was just supposed to know what that meant. She did know what that meant. Hundreds of emails across hundreds of days after he'd finished his exchange year at Oxford and she hadn't yet found the courage to transfer to Columbia.

Hundreds of times they'd said "I love you," without ever saying the words. Both too self-assured, too self-reliant, too stupid to take a chance on being happy if it meant budging an inch. Galadriel had been the first to cave, filling out her transfer application in secret. Halbrand, of course, was the one to assign true meaning to it, a pizza box sitting on the floor between them as they laughed and caught up. He'd said "I love you" - out loud and on purpose.

Galadriel blinked the tears from her eyes. It was such a blatant display of unadulterated affection, sickly sweet and so thoroughly American of him, she vowed then and there never to mention this to her father or uncles, lest it be the subject of drawing room ribbing for the rest of their lives.

Privately, she’d cherish this forever. She’d frame it, if she could. “Halbrand,” she said, her voice shaky, watery.

“There’s one more thing.” He had that gleam in his eye, mischievous, secretive, up-to-no-good in a familiar way guaranteed to make her smile. He tugged his shirt from the front of his trousers, but before she had a chance to process the way her mouth went dry at the sight of the dark hair dusting his abs, he tugged up the waistband of his pants.

Silky soft, baby blue.

“Now, if you’re done yelling at me and blubbering at me-” he hunched down then so they were at eye level, so she could see him eager, patient, kinder than she deserved after yelling at him in a supply closet, and just the tiniest bit lascivious - “maybe can we go take these photos and finally get married.”

She’d tell him later, that the boxer briefs he wore were a perfect match for the lingerie set his sister Mel had gifted at Galadriel’s hen do. A set she now wore under several layers of tulle.

Maybe she’d just show him.

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For @justatinycollector and @stitchingatthecircuitboard

#haladriel #haladriel ficlet #THOSE ARE WEDDING PHOTOS OKAYYYYYY #one ship to doom them all #halbrand: messy bitch goals #galadriel: lady of my heart

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malarkgirlypop · 2 months

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MEDIC! Part 33 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Whoops I was supposed to post this ages ago, also all my promises of fixing the situation may have been a small lie. But I'm sure you will all forgive me!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, @b00ks1ut , @mstiemountainhop, @awaterfalls anyone else please let me know.

The CO’s had kept quiet about my outburst, which I was thankful for. But they now also avoided me, like Don. There was nobody else to blame but myself. I sighed, massaging my temples with my fingers, the stress of the war was supposed to be over, but here I was making it harder than it needed to be.

I hardly saw the rest of the troops often, they were so busy with training and when they were finally done, all they wanted to do was sleep. I was back to my loner self.

My strolls had turned into hike’s, I walked as far and as long as I possibly could until the sun started to dip behind the mountains.

I strolled through one of the small villages, it was one of the more busy places. It was always hustling with life, with markets, shops and bars that lined the street.

“Emily?” A feminine voice called to me. I glanced over my shoulder to find one of the field nurses that I always spoke to when I went to the aid stations.

“Ruth!” I beamed at the pretty lady as she approached me. When she was close enough she pulled me in tight for a hug. We hadn’t seen each other in a while due to no one really needing to go to the aid stations.

“How have you been?” I asked as we pulled away from each other.

“So good, this is like a mini holiday! They don’t have much for us to do, so most days the girls and I just sightsee, before they decide they want to ship us all home again.” Her smile was infectious, I found myself grinning back at her. It didn’t help that this was the most human interaction I had gotten in a while.

“Oh well you deserve it. You ladies worked so hard.” I said as I squeezed her hand.

“What about you? Do they still have you working hard?” She asked.

“No, there is nothing much for me to do. The men are all busy training for if they are needed in the Pacific.”

“Gosh those poor men. I hope they don’t have to go, I heard it was diabolical over there.” Ruth shook her head, a worried look crossed her features. It didn’t last long as she turned back to me and gleamed.

“You know what, the girls and I are going out for drinks tonight!” Ruth’s eyes lit up as she told me.

“That’s so fun!”

“You should come along. All the nurses would love to see you, and it’s just us, so we can have a girl’s night.” Ruth took hold of my hands and squealed with excitement.

“Me?” I asked.

“Yes of course. We all went out yesterday and came back with gorgeous dresses. So we are ditching the uniforms and going all out. Please say you’ll make it!” Her face watched me eagerly.

“I can come. I think I have a dress somewhere, but I don’t have any makeup.” I thought back to the dress that Renee had given me, which felt like years ago. I hoped that it was still in one piece, I hadn’t looked at it since she had given it to me.

“Why don’t we buy some?” The brunette pointed over at one of the shops that lined the streets. I hadn’t gone into any of them since I didn’t have any money.

“I would love to. But I didn’t bring any cash with me.” I grimaced at her. “Plus I don’t have much. I send it all home.” I lied.

“That’s no bother, it’s on me.” She didn’t let me utter another word dragging me along behind her.

We spent an hour in the shop as she swatched at least every product. Ruth said she wanted me to have something to bring home.

“Lipstick, mascara and eyeliner!” She begged.

“I can’t let you buy all of that for me, it's too much.” I tried to get her to put back the items but she moved them out of reach from me.

“No, it’s the necessity for a night out. I picked out the prettiest red shade that will match your complexion so well!” Ruth popped off the cap of the lipstick, twisting it out of the tube.

“Come on Emily, you’ll look so pretty, you might even catch a good looking man or two.” Ruth winked at me. I hid my laughter behind my hand.

“Fine!! But you’ll have to let me buy you a drink.” I would have to steal some cash from Lieb or someone, I would give them all of the smokes I had stashed away.

“Deal!” Ruth nodded in enthusiasm as she trotted off to the counter to pay.

I said my goodbyes, thanking Ruth again for all of the goodies she had brought me. She had told me she would send a car around 5 o’clock to come pick me up from the base.

We parted ways with a hug and ‘see you later’.

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I touched up the lipstick that Ruth had kindly brought for me. She was right, it did suit my complexion. I had never been one for bright colours, I felt like it drew too much attention, I normally avoided it. But with the soft blue dress Renee gave me, it made me look that much more put together.

I had showered and shaved, even going as far as styling my hair. Not that I could do much with it, my curls had gotten so long that they nearly touched my butt.

I had taken the sides that framed my face and pinned them up, sporting a half-up half-down look. I left small curls around my features that sat on cheekbones, giving me a softer appearance. I applied a generous amount of mascara and tight-lined my water line, making my lash line appear thicker. I didn’t need to wear blush. My pale skin always had rosy cheeks and a sunkissed nose.

Standing back, I took in my appearance in the mirror. A girl stood in front of me, one I hadn't seen in a long time. She looked young and pretty, surely that wasn’t me.

I brushed the non-existent lint from the front of the dress nervously fidgeting. What would people say when they say me, I wonder if they think I’m trying too hard?

Renee’s dress was beautiful. The material was satin so it shined in the light. The sleeves came above my elbows and were slightly ruched down the seams, same for the neckline. The material was pleated at the tops of my shoulders that continue down to under my breasts, which accentuated the curves of them. The fabric parted in the middle, letting my cleavage slightly show. The waist hugged mine, giving me an hourglass shape, the skirt then cascaded down to just above my shin.

I looked so elegant.

My watch read ten to, so I got a move on. Stashing the cash I had nicked from Lieb in my bra, before taking one last glance in the mirror before heading out the door.

I made it to the street where the car would be coming to collect me. I was early, so I stood on the side of the road letting my mind wander. I was away with the fairies, I didn’t notice the men had all finished their training for the day and were making their way back home.

“Guten Tag, baby doll.” I heard from behind me. I turned around to find a smirking Lieb, I gasped in shock taking a step back. His face dropped, mirroring my horror.

“YOU’RE A GIRL!” Lieb yelled, pointing at me. I looked at the man incredulously.

“What?! Lieb, what the fuck.” I tried to get him to keep quiet, bringing my finger to my lips. Lieb continued to gape at me.

“I’ve always been a girl, what are you on about!” I growled at him, trying to keep my voice low. I didn’t want all the unnecessary attention.

“No, you’re not a girl all the time.” Joe tried to counter.

“I am always a girl. What do you think when I put on my uniform I magically grow a cock and balls?” I quipped at the speechless man who was still staring at me in disbelief.

“Ew, I thought you were someone else Em.” Lieb said astounded. I scoffed at him. He pretended to give a disturbed shiver. I think he was more weirded out that he had flirted with me.

“Just tell me I look nice, you dick.” I shook my head at him.

As luck would have it the rest of the Easy men strolled right past us. Lieb and I spotted them at the same time, I waved my hands in front of me trying to stop what I knew was about to come next.

“LUZ COME LOOK AT THIS!” Lieb cupped his hands around his mouth, echoing his voice across the distance. The group walking with Luz turned their attention onto Lieb, who enthusiastically waved them over.

Luz came bounding towards us, as the rest of the men slowly made their way behind him. George glanced at me, giving a polite smile and turning to Lieb. His head snapped around to look at me again, doing a double take.

He gawked at me for a second before sobering. A charming smile plastered itself onto his face as he closed the distance between us.

“Oh my who is this pretty dame?” Luz bowed like an idiot. George took my hand and kissed the back of it, grinning up at me like the Cheshire cat. I pretended to swat him away. The rest of the men had finally made their way over to us.

“Darlin’ don’t you look beautiful.” Bull beamed at me.

“Thank you Bull. See Lieb, that is how you pay a woman a compliment.” I smiled at Bull as he winked at me. Lieb rolled his eyes, sending me his signature smirk.

Babe scared the living daylights out of me as he sprinted towards me, not looking like he was about to put the brakes on at any point. I squealed as he grabbed my waist, hoisting me up above his head and spinning us in a circle.

“Look at you Em.” He placed me back on the ground keeping his hands on my waist, I grinned at him.

“Someone taking you out?” Lip asked from behind as Babe stepped back. The men grew quiet, their brains firing all at once. Before I could answer there was an uproar of sound from the guys.

“Who’s the man? Is he picking you up? Is it Malarkey?” Lieb asked sternly, the other men doing the same.

“Where are you going, why do you look so nice?” Babe's voice was overlapped by the other voices.

“Malarkey never mentioned he was going out tonight?” Lip mumbled. I looked around at the men as they rambled on.

“HEY!” I pulled their focus back onto me.

“Firstly it’s none of your goddamn business, but if you must know, no I am not going on a date. I am going out for a drink with the field nurses to a local pub. I don't know the name, and their car is coming to pick me up in about 4 minutes, so you all need to scram.” I took a breath after I answered all of their questions.

“And no Malarkey is not going to be heartbroken, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I looked towards Lip who smiled at me. No one had caught on that we were fighting, since they all thought I was going out with Don tonight.

I watched Luz turn in a circle looking for said man. But he was nowhere to be seen.

“Don’t you think he should see you before you go?” Lieb asked, tilting his head as he did so.

I didn’t get time to answer as a car horn honked from behind me. Ruth waved at me from the passenger seat, smiling brightly at me.

“Em, get in.”

I waved back at her, nodding my head. I turned to the men standing in front of me. “I’ll see you all later. Don’t wait up!”

The men said goodbye as I headed towards the car, climbing into the back seat where a few of the other nurses sat. I turned and gave one last wave to the group on the side of the road as the car pulled away from the curb.

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Chapter 34

#heheheh #i was lying when i said i would rectify the situation #but let's see how this plays out #emily lane #donald malarkey #hbo war #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #easy company #dick winters #ronald speirs #lewis nixon #emarkey #joe liebgott #george luz #carwood lipton #bull randleman

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juicycoutureheaux · 1 year

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Fixer Upper: An AU Sheriff!Leon Kennedy x Reader Fic

Chapter1 Chapter2 Chapter3

Hey y’all!! I’m back again! I’d like to thank all those who left such nice things to say about the other chapters. This story is going to be a bit longer than anticipated, but that just means more details and drama (oooh!) lol. Again there are some TW, in this chapter. (Mention of suicide). I’d like to think @alewesker & @angelscoda for all their encouragement! You both are amazing and keep me motivated! If you haven’t checked out their blogs you totally should!

You learn that the sharp dressed, curt man that greeted you and Suzanne was none other than Buckley Richards, who worked as a private stylist to Jackie Bouvier Kennedy and Lily Pulitzer.

He was a force in the dressing room, ordering his assistants to grab different fabric swatches of all different colors and textures; comparing them to your skin to see what shade best suited you.

He didn’t hold back his facial expressions either, especially when something was less than flattering.

“No, No!” he would exclaim, commanding the whole studio’s attention. “She is not a winter, she is a summer! I do not want to see those colors again!”

You felt totally detached from your body, it felt like they were dressing up a doll and you despised it. You began to dread your future, because you knew it was going to be filled with nothing but superficial moments and people.

The studio assistants picked you apart, scrubbing your face, your fingernails, just about every bit of your body.

By the end of the 8 hour session, you had been taught how to apply your makeup in “the right way,” the correct way to style your long hair and how to dress for every occasion.

When you looked in the mirror, you were dressed in a prim, but stylish outfit; your hair was pinned behind your ears revealing your now “acceptable” face; your already long dark eyelashes were enhanced by mascara, cheeks now rosy with the help of some light rouge, and your nails were now shined.

It felt as if a stranger was looking back at you. You never saw a problem or cared about your looks before today. Mama and daddy always told you that you didn’t need makeup or a fancy haircut; but, according to Buckley and Miss Suzanne, they were dead wrong.

“Finally, underneath it all, a beautiful girl!” Buckley exclaimed, grabbing you by the arm and leading you to your future mother in law.

“Y/n, you look absolutely stunning!” Suzanne squealed. “You are going to be the perfect wife for my boy! The public will just love you when you make your debut at the party!”

You just smiled a polite, but forced smile. They didn’t seem to notice. The heaviness in your stomach started to creep its way up into your throat; it was starting to consume you.

You were following behind Buckley and Suzanne all the way back to the town car, where the chauffeur was putting away all the shopping in the spacious trunk.

You said your goodbyes to Buckley and thanked him for his hard work.

“Suzanne, you’ve always had the best taste, Y/N is quite the catch.” With that he hugged Suzanne one last time and returned to the boutique.

As he was leaving, Suzanne turned to you. “We’ve invested A LOT into you my dear, I hope that you keep that in mind when Patrick gets into his *way.” She said, pointedly annunciating the last words.

“Just know that it's a part of marriage that we all go through, but think of all the benefits of being married to a man like Patrick! You’ll never be bored ever again!”

“You’re right,” you thought to yourself, “I’ll never be bored because I'll be busy chasing my husband all over the city.”

You decided to keep that thought to yourself.

The chauffeur opened the door open for you and Miss Suzanne. Miss Suzanne got in effortlessly and gracefully. Your head felt like it weighed like 1,000 pounds, and it must have shown. As you made your way into the car the Chauffeur lifted your chin up by his two fingers.

“Chin up madam, you’re going to be the wife of a very important man.”

You looked up sadly and settled in the backseat of the car, praying for silence on the way home.

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You arrived home at just about dusk. The cicadas were buzzing as the oranges and reds of the sunset stretched out lazily over the horizon.

You thought what it must be like to be a part of the colors of the horizon. You knew the hues were caused by scattering the different light rays; but even then you wondered if there was something sentient behind those sunsets.

If there were, did they know how beautiful and admired they were by those on Earth, or did they look down upon your kind in envy like you looked up at them right now? You wanted to be free, emancipated from your situation, you wanted to be as vast and colorful as the rays in the sky.

Miss Suzanne insisted her chauffeur take your bags in for you as it wasn’t lady like for you to bring in your own shopping. She followed you in with a good sized gift bag; you immediately knew who it was for.

You could tell your mother was waiting excitedly by the door, by how quick she answered. She ushered you all into the foyer.

“Thank you for letting me borrow your daughter for the day, she is just the sweetest thing. I had to bring you something back for my appreciation.” Suzanne said to your mother holding up the large bag from the boutique.

You looked on miserably as your mother pulled out an expensive cocktail dress and an even more expensive looking pair of shoes.

“Suzanne, I don’t know what to say!” Your mother stuttered.

“You don’t have to say anything darling! This is my thank you for letting me have your daughter. I want you two to look your best at the engagement party.”

Your mother had her back turned to you when she and Suzanne shared a friendly embrace. Suzanne winked at you and you acknowledged it as a warning. She had your mama wrapped around her finger and you would be foolish to back out of your engagement to Patrick.

Your mother said her goodbyes and you received a peck on the cheek from Suzanne.

You watched the fancy town car roll away down the dirt road as your mother was showing off her new cocktail dress and shoes to the rest of the family.

“Suzanne is just the sweetest isn’t she, Y/N? You are so lucky you have such a generous woman as your mother in law.”

“Future mother in law.” You corrected her bitterly.

“Oh Y/N don’t be so sour. You have what other girls would kill for. You have to see your blessing!”

“I’m sorry Mama, you’re right.” you said obediently. You were getting used to resigning over your power, maybe it would be easier with time.

You ran up the stairs and into the restroom. You began to take off your makeup with the cold cream you knew your mama had in the cabinet. The mascara and lipstick now melted in a way that contorted your face so much that you looked like a ghoul. You scrubbed until your eyelashes felt soft and your skin was dry.

Your face may have been red and raw, but at least you looked like yourself, or your old self.

You stayed in your small room, hearing the bustling sounds of the house beneath you. Your mother was talking excitedly to Mary-Anne, as daddy and Hank were discussing sports. You wondered if Patrick and his family even interacted with each other at all.

What would they talk about? You came to the realization that you and Patrick had nothing in common at all. When you would go out together and ride in his car, all he talked about was himself. You were so enthralled with the fact that someone like him would even talk to you, that you ignored the fact he was so shallow.

You started to shake, you felt yourself detach from your body. You had to get out of the house, you had to leave. You didn’t know where to go, you had completely sold your life for the happiness of others. You couldn’t run away, they would find you and it would be an embarrassment, more shame.

The only way out you could think of was the unthinkable. If you passed away in an accident, sure your family would miss you, but they wouldn’t have to worry about you. They would just have to worry about putting fresh flowers on your grave or telling Hank & Mary-Anne’s baby about you and how you would almost* marry the most important man in town. To your niece or nephew you would live on as a princess in a fairytale; but fairytales weren’t real and you wouldn’t have a happy ending.

Patrick and his mother could find another, more qualified girl to fix his image, someone that grew up in the right family, who knew all the right etiquette and had all the right clothes.

You had convinced yourself, it was the perfect plan and maybe you would find yourself in the sunset looking back down on the earth, where you longed to be.

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There was a fresh dew on the vegetation growing along the path, that brushed up against your bare legs as your bicycle made its way through the tall grass. You were riding as fast as you could, the crickets and frogs making their presence known by their various chirps.

You could see the lake just ahead, you wanted to take one last final obstructed look at the stars before you would join them. You had daddy’s sleeping pills he had been taking since he came home from the war and a bottle of whiskey that he thought no one else knew about. It was wrong taking them from him, but it was the only peaceful way you thought of going.

“It would be like falling asleep,” you had convinced yourself. “I’ll drink the whiskey till I’m drunk and throw the bottle into the water. They’ll just think I went for a swim and drowned.”

You parked your bicycle against the tree, and sat upon the soft grass at the embankment overlooking the deep blue void. As you sat closer to the shore, the wind had started picking you up, like it was a friend, drawing you closer.

The moon was the only source of light out in the wilderness and its brightness called to you, mockingly as if she longed for you to join her out in the vast nothingness, where you could be free.

You waited for an untraceable amount of time, the night was clear, the air was cool and you felt like you were finally where you needed to be. You had begun drinking, the bitter taste of the liquor was unfamiliar and stung your throat. You drink until you become unsteady and sleepy, the breeze feels like it is moving through you, like strings attached to a puppet.

You felt ready enough to unscrew the lid from the pill bottle and empty its contents into your mouth. You were fiddling with the lid for what felt like years when you were spooked by bright lights creeping up behind you. You froze in a stupor as you heard a car door open and shut, followed by heavy footsteps.

You made out the silhouette of a man in the darkness, he didn’t seem to notice you as he walked closer to the edge of the embankment. You saw him bring his fingers to push his hair back behind his face as he let out a sigh and lit a cigarette.

You were focusing on the orange ember of the end of the cigarette and didn’t realize the man had spotted you.

“Y/N?” The familiar voice spoke to you, softly.

You looked up through watery eyes and met the sharp blues of Leon’s.

You couldn’t find the words to speak as he moved closer to you. He found a place next to you and sat down.

“What are you doing out here?” His voice is gentle, just above a whisper.

You couldn’t speak, you just let the tears flow. Your body was still languid and you felt like all your energy was flowing out with your tears.

Leon wrapped an arm around you and you let him, you didn’t realize how cold you were until you felt the warmth from his body on yours.

He smelled of aftershave and tobacco, you leaned in closer to take in all of him.

You started to calm down after being in the embrace for a while, the liquid heat in your belly from the whiskey became soothing after a while.

Leon laid you down so your head was laid on his lap, your long hair was spread out over his legs; the moment was intimate and comforting. You had never felt this kind of comfort before. You were thinking of just drifting off to sleep in his embrace, but he began to speak.

“It's not worth it, Y/N.” he mumbled.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting.

“What?”

“These pills, the alcohol, I know what you came to do.”

You shifted uncomfortably, and turned your head away from him. He began stroking your hair again.

“I had an older sister,” he said, softer.

You looked up and acknowledged that you were listening.

“She was caring, she was vibrant, she was smart,” he paused. “It’s a memory now.”

You raised yourself so your torsos were intertwined, making comfortable eye contact.

“What happened to her, Leon?”

“She married someone that didn’t respect her, someone that wanted to own her, treat her like property. It started off small like the altercation you had with your fiance.” Adding emphasis to the word “altercation.”

“He was just awful to her, would cheat on her, come home drunk. After a while, she finally made a plan to leave him because she had had enough. The night before she was to leave he found out and killed her.” Leon was stoic and she could see the tenseness in his jaw.

“He would have rather snuffed out her light than see her be happy, he took my only living family away. The pain was unbearable, I wanted him to suffer.”

You reached out to caress his face; he surprised you by holding your hand to his face. You wanted to kiss him, to take his pain away.

“I decided the best way to get revenge was to prevent what happened to her, to anyone else.”

“Leon, I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.”

He took his hand away from yours, and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“Patrick is trouble, Y/N. I know you know, otherwise you wouldn’t be out here doing something so stupid.” He raised his voice, he was angry, but it sounded like there was hurt in his voice.

Your cheeks turned red from embarrassment, his words stung.

“I didn’t know what else to do, Leon! I feel so trapped, you think I want this kind of life?” You were sobbing. You were full of despair and anguish; you had been holding it in for a long time.

“I know you don’t,” he lowered his voice again and began to rub your back gently. “I know you really don’t want to die either.”

“What am I going to do?” It was a rhetorical question.

“You’re not marrying that asshole.”

“Leon, I wish it were that easy! My mother, she’s over the moon! They’ve already spent so much money on me, I could never repay them in my wildest dreams.”

“They’re manipulating you into staying! Will your mother’s feelings matter when he’s beating the shit out of you? Or when he cheats every night and leaves you alone with your children? When he makes a complete fool out of you in public? Is that really what you want?”

You just began to cry, the sobs escaping from your mouth with so much force, they sounded like choking hiccups.

Leon pulled you closer and let you cry into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rough with you, Y/N.”

You gripped his shirt and looked up at him, face red and eyes bloodshot.

“I needed that reality check. It's true, I just don’t know if I'm brave enough to leave.”

“I’m going to help you.”

You looked at him surprised. “Leon, why would you help me?”

“Because, Y/n, you’re innocent in all this. You deserve better and you deserve to be happy,”

You smiled an effortless smile. You laid your hand down on top of his. Your heart was beating out of your chest; You no longer felt helpless, this new sensation, you couldn’t quite place it.

He cupped your head behind your ear, his fingers holding your hair out of your face.

“You’re beautiful when you smile.”

You blushed and tried to turn your face away; instead, Leon moved in closer,keeping you in place. You searched his baby blues, for a hint of what he was thinking. He didn’t keep you waiting long before he moved his face closer and enveloped you in an intoxicating kiss.

It was sweet, not like the wanton kiss Patrick had given you before; this was full of fervor. The feeling of his lips meeting yours was akin to actual sparks. The current of electricity reverberated through your body, as you wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively, closing the space between your bodies.

Leon, without breaking the two of you apart, gently laid you down again on the soft grass. He had moved from your lips to the nape of your neck, the feeling causing you to feel a fire in your belly as he caressed your sides.

You had never experienced pleasure like this before, never in your wildest dreams would you have thought a man like Leon would be attracted to you in that way.

You began to panic, you were kissing a man that wasn’t your fiancé, and you were scared. You enjoyed it too much, if Leon had wanted to take it further you would have let him. He was making you feel too good; your mother had always warned you that things that felt too good to be true, were.

“Leon, please, I can’t do this.”

His body went stiff and moved off you immediately.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’m so sorry, I feel awful.”

“Leon, don’t.” You said gently cradling his face in your hands, your thumb stroking his cheek. “I want you so bad; but I've been promised to Patrick.” You could tell by the wounded look on his face your words pained him.

“It’s obvious you’re too good for him, even though he treats you cruelly.” You flinched at his words, he was right.

“What are we going to do?” You whispered, still holding on to him

He pushed the loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“I know for a fact the Armstrongs are doing shady business dealings, how do you think he got funding for his political campaign this year?”

You thought about it for a second. You knew they came from family money and they lived in a small town, but it really never occurred to you that their dealings could be illegal.

“So you want to blackmail Patrick? That’s your idea?” You said incredulously.

“You should know I didn’t come out here to just work as the Sheriff of a small town. I’m here because I AM investigating The Armstrongs and their associates.”

“Why are you telling me this? I’m engaged to one of the family members.” You were shaking now, was everyone just going to pull the rug from under you? You pulled away from him.

“I know, because you don’t want this. I know for a fact if you had any other choice, you would take it.”

You stare at him, annoyed, but he was right. No wonder he was sent down here.

“Are you using me to get information then? I’m not okay with that, Leon.”

“Of course not!” He looked like the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. “I figured you were an innocent bystander in all of this.”

Your shoulders relaxed, you realized you had accused him of something horrible.

“Leon, I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what to think, I’ve just pulled every which way and I just want to be told the truth.”

“Y/n, I promise, I wouldn’t lie to you to hurt you.”

“That’s all I ask.”

The two of you shared a chaste kiss, and he drove you back to the long driveway of the farm.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you up to the house?” Leon had his right hand over your headrest.

“The lights and noise from the car would probably wake up my family. I don’t think I’d ever be allowed out of the house again if they saw I snuck out and you drove me home.”

“Good point.”

You both said your goodbyes and you walked slowly up the dirt road to the house.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw your daddy sitting on the steps of the house and he had his eyes locked on you.

You swallowed hard and decided to face the music. You walked right up to him.

“There she is, prancing in like I wouldn’t notice she snuck out. Where the hell have you been?”

“I had to get out of the house daddy, I’m sorry it felt like I was suffocating, I’m scared.” You said and sat down next to him.

You loved your daddy, he was always there for you. It felt like recently with this Patrick mess your relationship was suffering.

Your daddy’s face softened up and he put his arm around you.

“My magnolia, I know you’re going through a lot, it’s killing me. I wish your mother wasn’t pushing you so hard.” He held you close. You felt like a little girl, safe in your father’s arms, he hadn’t called you Magnolia in a long time. It was his nickname for you since you were little.

You remembered when the boys first started to bully you at school and your daddy would hug you while you cried. He would comfort you and the next day when the boys would start again, he’d stand at the school bus stop with his shotgun and point at them.

They never messed with his “magnolia” again after that.

You wish daddy could make the Armstrongs go away. She just wanted to work her little job, maybe meet someone on her own. Leon, she wouldn’t mind dating him, he was everything an actual gentleman should be.

“Do you think you could talk to mama? I don’t think I want to marry Patrick, daddy.” You said weakly.

“I’ll try magnolia.” He said. “We should head in before Mama wakes up and yells at the both of us.”

You exchanged a hug and went back into the farmhouse feeling better off.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #fanfiction #leon kennedy #resident evil infinite darkness #patrick infinite darkness #TW:suicide

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spaceagesparkledust · 3 months

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Makeups Your Doctor Who (Random Doctor Who Headcanons)

It’s Rose and her drug store mascara against the world. Girl is prepared

Jack and Nine get a kick out of watching Rose do her makeup routine. Every time. I don’t think Nine pays any attention to Rose putting it on until Jack comes around. Sure he always thinks she looks pretty but Jack’s the one who’ll come in Rose’s room while she does her makeup and keep her entertained. (Nine likes to be surprised)

Rose and Jack do each other’s nails.

They convince Nine to let them paint his nails once. (Black, like his soul. ) Coincidentally, this is their first official TARDIS flying lesson. He can’t fly with wet hands after all.

Rose eventually does Nine’s mascara, and eyeliner because she needs to know how goth he’s going to look in eyeliner and a leather jacket. The answer is incredibly goth. Nine spends a good ten minutes looking in the mirror, which is a new record considering he never looks in the mirror.

River isn’t allowed to leave her lipstick lying around because Eleven will pick it up thinking it’s normal and then start having hallucinations.

One doesn’t understand Earth makeup trends. At all. They’re just so different from Galifrey.

I think he tells Susan that she’s very pretty without it and she’s like “that’s very nice grandfather” while flipping through a magazine.

She gets all her makeup ideas from watching her classmates. Also advice from barbara!

One sits in on these Barbara sessions sometimes to learn. They offer to teach him but he prefers watching.

I think eventually Susan manages to convince him to let her try it on him. It happens once and they never get to again.

Before really trying to acclimate to school, Susan’s makeup skills were never period or place accurate.

Susan Foreman bringing you the hottest looks from Galifrey and planets 3000 years in the future.

Lets all his surrogate granddaughters use Susan’s old makeup she left on the TARDIS

Six and Peri, like with everything else, fight about makeup

Six does enjoy makeup but i don’t think he ever puts on anything super elaborate because his coat does all the work for him

He has a surprisingly good grasp on what colors work together and what clashes

Buys makeup for his companions and keeps it stashed on the Tardis. Does not tell Peri. He’ll just put it somewhere obvious and make hinting comments until she notices. And then gets upset when she thanks the TARDIS and not him.

WILL tell Peri if her makeup clashes or is the wrong shade

Uses his own arm as a tester swatch

Four does Sarah’s makeup once

She gets poked in the face/eye a lot. He tells her to stop moving.

It doesn’t look bad. But it also….doesn’t look good. Harry spends five minutes trying to compliment it before Sarah tells him to give it a rest.

Jo is very good at makeup and has given the Doctor a thorough explanation of makeup trends while they’ve been captured. The Doctor knows more than he’s ever wanted to know about makeup. which is good for getting Jo a Christmas present.

Both Two and Ten try to make their own makeup….to varying results

Two tries to replicate Victorian style makeup for Victoria but better ™

To keep it secret he tests it on himself and Jamie and Jamie is horribly allergic to one of the ingredients

Victoria is very happy about it

Zoe tries to make improvements on it when she’s around. Mostly so Jamie doesn’t die

Many many many years later Amy finds it and tries it on. And it looks very nice on her but to her and Eleven’s panic the long lasting makeup effects are uh….very long lasting and don't wear off for weeks.

Ten gets dragged to a makeup shop with Donna and is very very very bored

He insists that he can make something better than anything Donna’s buying. So he tries.

Its not bad honestly. Fairly decent, the colors look great on Donna. Its even eco-friendly.

Donna jokes that they should have their own makeup line which is a business venture they try for 0.2 seconds before it backfires horribly and wind up running from an evil space CEO.

15 and Ruby routinely do nails together as a means of decompressing

15 is Ruby’s hype person while she does her makeup, that jukebox is turned allll the way up

15 really likes period-accurate makeup and will find any excuse bust out a vintage collection of makeups he’s picked up at some point. Really good at it too. (this is definitely a result of Rose-Uncle Doctor bonding time)

They visit Space Sephora so Ruby can pick up things for her mates and her family

Eleven compliments Clara’s makeup quite often. Every time Clara changes her makeup Twelve acts like he’s never seen her before in his life.

He doesn’t understand why Clara likes eyeliner because her eyes get even bigger somehow.

Twelve narrates Clara’s makeup routine like a nature documentary. It annoys her at first but then she finds it endearing and alerts him every time she’s about to fix her makeup.

Twelve's not big on makeup himself but he does rock glam makeup.

#a mix of classic and modern this time!#doctor who headcanons #doctor who #classic who #the doctor

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belladoesmakeup · 21 days

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Makeup Tutorial - Tik Tok Link

Makeup Tutorial - Instagram Link.

Hi guys,

Last week Charlotte Tilbury brought out a brand new mascara called Exagger-Eyes Volume Mascara. It's been a while since she has released a new mascara so everyone has been very excited. Today I wanted to share with you my tutorial using the mascara to show you just how good it truly is!

If you want to try out the mascara it comes in a travel size and a full sized version, if you're planning to shop the new range you can use my discount code which is also linked and gives you 15% off your first order.

Hope you enjoy my tutorials which I have linked above and as always all products mentioned are linked above.

Lot's of love,

Bella x x

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bunny-extract · 1 year

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silly dumb completely self indulgent request because you get me

how would any of the boys feel about an s/o who's a self proclaimed make up artist? literally shaved off my entire eyebrows for more eyeshadow space. sometimes will do make up w no eyebrows. vaguely alien but the face looks cool!

pick your favorite boys👉👈

(willing to send pictures of make up as proof LMAO)

please fill my inbox w indulgent requests they make my soul happy!!! AND SHOW ME UR SICK ASS MAKEUP !!!!

Price // would double take, definitely makes an old man comment in comparing the look to something extraterrestrial, but he's so game for it. Genuinely looks forward to seeing what new looks you put together, because he can't for the life of him predict what you'll do next. Keeps you in front of him for a good five minutes going "How'd you make it do the...like this?" gesturing wildly to your face and his own.

Gaz // Really enjoys watching you do your makeup, and would be so willing to let you do his. Strong hc that he's more openly queer in his personal life, and would really take comfort sharing that with you. Lipstick is his favorite part, and when he tells you that you ask if he'd like to try putting it on for you. He'd take his time gently painting along the border of your lips, filling it in. Begs for a kiss afterwards, and you indulge painting it right back on him.

Soap // wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of you, his attention all over your hard work. He's also an artist and has a really strong appreciation for any medium. You can always trust him to swipe the gentlest finger under your eye to fix where a bit of mascara smudged, enamored with every detail. Would reach out to pet at your face and stop himself short. "I can't bear to ruin it," but you can forfeit the beat for him, you really don't mind.

Ghost // takes a good look at you, nods his head and says you look fucking dangerous. Based on his (lame ass) tats he's impressed by anything, and so the more intricate or editorial your looks go, the more he into it he gets. Sweetly bonds with you about it by showing you what he uses on his eyes, and hands over this little bullet of face paint that looked like it was made during one of the world wars.. It feels like a vulnerable thing to share so you hold back your screaming, but that little swatch test you did with it doesn't rub off until Simon puts gasoline on it.

When they're away you send pictures of your makeup to the group chat and they all go out of their way to hype it up. Sometimes it's a big text message through only one persons phone, or a bunch of sporadic ones spanning over a week.

#asks #this was fucking fun i had a good time w this #!!!#gasoline thing fake but inspired by all my roofer friends who regularly use it to rub off tar and glue #and that gives big dumb man aka Ghost #141 headcanons #mw2 headcanons #mw2 hcs #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #bunnywriting

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kingkatsuki · 8 months

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There's just smth about trying out makeup on the back of katsuki's hands in stores. It just sounds so innocent yet so downright sinful if you actually think about it.

I need some more context but my brain isn't coming up with anything that can cure this itch of mine, I shall leave it to you. -thirst. ♡

Why is it sinful? Because you’re swatching NARS Orgasm blush against his hand?😭

You tell him the a mascara is called better than sex, and he says “Yeah cause the makers are probably fuckin’ their fists”

#jo talks

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simtinee · 1 year

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Pink Teen Loft Bedroom

This is my first build so please be kind. Gallery ID: @simtinee

CC List:

@symphonysim Symphony Hair Accesories V2 & V3

(Symphony) Pearly set - EARLY ACCESS | Patreon

Official Post from Symphony Sims

PATREON

Mel Bennett's Composition Book, Book Stack & Mel Bennett EyeShadow Palette (I have the whole kit, it's useful)

COLLEGE TIME COLLECTION | Mel Bennett on Patreon

Official Post from Mel Bennett

PATREON

TIME TO MAKEUP COLLECTION | Mel Bennett on Patreon

Official Post from Mel Bennett

PATREON

@mlsim Mellouwsim's Modern Clock

Shire Living Set

Shire Couch (10x Swatches) Modern Clock (5x Swatches) Samsung TV (1x Swatches) Samsung TV Decor (31x Swatches) Samsung Remote (1x Swatches)

MELLOUWSIM

Novvvas Kalehouse Bedding, Pillows & Magazines

Kalehouse Bedding Recolours Download HERE {ad-free SFS} Meshes by Novvvas not included! Get them HERE

Comes with 2 blankets and pillows, in my 21 colour swatches (plus 6 bonus patterns!) @novvvas xx Requested by @trish-ccfinds See Novvvas’s

DK-SIMS.TUMBLR.COM

NOVVVAS: LOFT LIFE SET

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NOVVVAS

@Platinumluxesims Desk Chair, Luxe Box (on the ground), Vanity Stool

CurseForge - the home for modding communities

CurseForge is one of the biggest mod repositories in the world, serving communities like Minecraft, WoW, The Sims 4, and more. With over 800

CURSEFORGE

CurseForge - the home for modding communities

CurseForge is one of the biggest mod repositories in the world, serving communities like Minecraft, WoW, The Sims 4, and more. With over 800

CURSEFORGE

CurseForge - the home for modding communities

CurseForge is one of the biggest mod repositories in the world, serving communities like Minecraft, WoW, The Sims 4, and more. With over 800

CURSEFORGE

@qicc Sleek Hallway Boots, Urban Bedroom Kit's Closet (feminine formal & empty-ish)

Sleek Hallway Set

15 brand-new items for a sleek and modern hallway. DOWNLOAD 15 items Ottoman with Storage - 7 swatches - §125 Shoe Cabinet - 12 swatches - §

QICC.TUMBLR.COM

Quirky Introvert CC

The beds are now updated for the latest patch, enjoy!

QICC.TUMBLR.COM

@severinka Constance Bedroom Chair, Laura Nursery Lamp

Severinka_'s Constance bedroom - living chair SW

Hanging living chair (SHORT WALLS) Found in TSR Category 'Sims 4 Living Chairs'

THE SIMS RESOURCE

Severinka_'s [Laura nursery] - floor lamp

Floor lamp Found in TSR Category 'Sims 4 Floor Lamps'

THE SIMS RESOURCE

Veranka's Shades of Orange (8th horizontal shade)

Veranka's TS4 Downloads

Shades of Orange Walls 60 plain walls. Can be found in paint for §1. DOWNLOAD

VERANKA-S4CC.TUMBLR.COM

Wondymoon's Barium Loveseat

wondymoon's Barium Loveseat

- Barium Outdoor Living - Loveseat Found in TSR Category 'Sims 4 Sofas & Recliners'

THE SIMS RESOURCE

Around the Sims 4 Maybelline Mascara

AROUNDTHESIMS3.COM

Charly Pancakes' Lavish Set

lavish - stuff pack: download | Charly Pancakes on Patreon

Official Post from Charly Pancakes

PATREON

@coatisims Fiji Water (I can't find the link)

@leosims4cc bb cream, blush, shoe boxes, decor shoes v1 (website link is not working for me to check)

Patreon

Patreon is empowering a new generation of creators. Support and engage with artists and creators as they live out their passions!

PATREON

MXIMS (Retired but can still find all of their creations)

Wall Decor 1, Wall Banner Flag, Triangle Red Alarm Clock, LG 84LM960 V Decor (TV), Sirius Side Table, Alex-Linnmon Desk, Apple Remote & Macbook Pro 13"

MXIMS

MXIMS CC • Sims 4 Downloads

SIMS 4 DOWNLOADS

Slox's living magazines, Aiza Yogamat Lying & Folded Clothes

Patreon

Patreon is empowering a new generation of creators. Support and engage with artists and creators as they live out their passions!

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Sims 4 Slox downloads » Sims 4 Updates

SIMS 4 UPDATES

@syboubou Aurore set windows, nike shoes, dry branches, Agnes high heels, Converse shoebox & Adrienne jewellery box.

Agnes Bedroom cc sims 4 – Syboulette Custom Content for The Sims 4

S4CC.SYBOULETTE.FR

Arnaud bedroom cc sims 4 – Syboulette Custom Content for The Sims 4

S4CC.SYBOULETTE.FR

Syboubou's Agnes - High heels shoes

Those are some high heels shoes with multiple color swatches. Found in TSR Category 'Sims 4 Miscellaneous Decor'

THE SIMS RESOURCE

This is tiring. I'm done.

Cheats i used:

bb.moveobjects on; bb.enablefreebuild

Shift + [ Shift + ] Ctrl + 9 Ctrl + 0 Alt (for free movement)

Non-CC Items from the Base Game:

Simple Single-Panel Door

The Super Subtle Scaucer Light

Intellectual Illusion Wall-Mounted Bookshelves

White Stairs

Simplicity Nightstand

Wooden Horizontal Fencing

#sims 4 cc #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 build #sims 4 buy mode #sims 4 room #Simtinee #sim 4 screenshots #ts4 screenshots #room inspo #MXIMS

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"Rock 'n' Roll Remix: Brandon Flowers's Weenie Roast 2004 Look Gets a Modern Makeover!

Hey, Victims! Get ready to party like it's 2003-2005 because The Killers are in Vegas and better than ever! With their recently announced Vegas residency celebrating the 20th anniversary of their debut album, Hot Fuss, we've got some iconic shows to attend. But wait, what's a killer concert without some killer outfits, right? It's time to dust off those Hot Fuss-era-inspired looks and show the world what true rock 'n' roll fashion is all about! Let's dive into the wardrobe of yesteryear and bring the heat to these epic shows!

Picture this: Brandon Flowers, frontman extraordinaire of The Killers, strutting onto the stage at Weenie Roast like he owns the place (spoiler alert: he does). What's he wearing?

Business casual.

So naturally, we will also roll up in our best business casual.

Let's start with the pants. Brandon is rocking a pair of pinstripe slacks as if it were another day in the office. Let's aim for a modern straight-leg pinstripe pant with an elastic waistband for comfort and ease of movement during the concert.

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These pants offer a contemporary twist on the classic pinstripe style, allowing you to rock out all night without sacrificing style.

Brandon paired his slacks with a pair of black canvas sneakers boasting a gum rubber sole; it's a daring mix of sophistication and street style that we can try to replicate with this pair of canvas sneakers from Amazon.

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But let's break it down further. On top, Flowers is sporting a crisp button-down shirt, maybe in classic white (or is it pale pink? My eyes can't tell), adding a touch of understated elegance to the look. Tying it all together is a skinny black tie, lending a dash of rock 'n' roll attitude to his indie-inspired ensemble.

Let's embrace the oversized trend with a roomy button-down shirt that can be worn open and untucked for a relaxed yet stylish look with a classic white shirt. (Or make it pink if your eyes can see better than mine.) Just make sure it's roomy enough to channel that indie coolness.

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Remember to layer something underneath.

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Indie Brandon is missing one defining detail that the frontman has become iconically known for, and that is sparkle. Just for the heck of it, we'll turn the skinny tie into a rhinestone tie necklace!

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And what's that on his wrist? A bright red, square-face, Swatch Watch, injecting a pop of color and playful charm into the outfit. It's the perfect finishing touch, showcasing Flowers's knack for combining unexpected elements to create a look as captivating as his stage presence.

Now let's see. We could recreate this by simply wearing a similar Swatch Watch.

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Or we can choose to be frugal and find ourselves a cheaper alternative.

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You could even take it a step further if you already have an Apple watch - which conveniently is already square - by getting yourself a red watchband and putting your own Swatch Watch wallpaper!

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But let's not forget about makeup and accessories! To complete the look and pay homage to The Killers' Hot Fuss album, here are some suggestions:

Line your eyes with bold black eyeliner to add intensity and drama to your look, just like Flowers's stage presence.

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Coat your lashes with black mascara for added volume and definition, making your eyes pop against the backdrop of your indie-inspired ensemble.

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Paint your nails with sleek black nail polish to complement the edgy vibe of your outfit, adding a chic finishing touch to your overall look.

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Swipe on a sheer (or not so sheer) blue lip gloss to match the color scheme of The Killers' Hot Fuss album, adding a touch of whimsy and playfulness to your makeup look.

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If the rhinestone tie wasn't enough, add some more sparkle and shine with rhinestone dangle earrings to match. These earrings will catch the light and elevate your ensemble with a touch of glamour and sophistication.

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With these key pieces, you'll be ready to rock your own indie-inspired business casual ensemble and pay homage to Brandon Flowers's iconic style. So, grab your outfit, cue up your favorite Killers' tracks, and get ready to show the world what actual fashion Victims look like!

#the killers #women's fashion #brandon flowers #fashion #concert outfit #landing app #hot fuss #las vegas

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