To kick of this new year I have teamed up with some awesome people who want to give a few of you guys a great New Years gift! WILL SHIP INTERNATIONALLY (Unless Specified I purchased the product)
To enter you must be following me @fuckyesclairedearing and then all you have to do is like or reblog this as many times as you want (each is a new entry) and there will be a spot prize every week!!! Closes March 28th
As you can see there are some pretty rad things up there and I’m am so glad to be able to share this with you all! I’ve been promising a giveaway for a while and now that I’ve hit a real milestone here we are! The products are:
A HiSmile Teeth Whitening Kit that was donated by HiSmile
Fjallraven Pink Bag donated by StandBags
Lush Space Girl bath bomb donated by LUSH Cosmetics
3 Mac Matte Lipsticks donated by Farmers NZ
20 meters of Copper Fairy Lights donated by Typo Aus
How Do You Like Them Apples blush set The Balm donated by Unichem
Nudes Palette the Balm donated by Unichem
USD$25 Starbucks Voucher from my mum
Because Cats phone case (winner to chose model)
Marble Phone Case
Activated Charcoal Mask
Benefit Give Me Brow Gel
NASA Shirt (winner to chose size)
Oversize Rugby Top from Lazy Oaf
A Kylie Lip Kit
Obama Mug from my friend @notsofictionalboys
Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.
Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.
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The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.
There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!
Twenty-three years old and pregnant.
You throw up again.
This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.