caked make up


endless list of favorite relationships |→ sookie and rory

“Okay, I’ve got it from here, Sookie. I love you.

Dating Jason Todd would include

Dating Jason Todd would include:

- Riding his motorcycle (and other things of his ;)) if you feel me)

- Listening to each other rant

- Calming him down if he has a nightmare, and him calming you down

- Him being jealous and overprotective.

- Cuddling, like, all the time

- Watching random shows like Catfish and Cake Boss

- Him making up random anniversaries so you can have celebratory sex;

- “Babe you know it’s been 8 months since we went to get ice cream for the first time let’s have sex,”

- “Shut up Jason.”

- He’s really strong so he’ll try and do everything for you

- Him bragging about how cool he is

- But then admitting you’re cooler

- Treating to his wounds

- Admitting that Batman is hot

- Regretting it ;)

- Reassuring him that he could beat up Dick Grayson and Tim Drake if he wanted too

- Learning how to patch up his leather jackets

- Running your hands through his hair because it’s so pretty

- He dislikes having prescribed drugs in the house because he’s scared of losing you, just like his mom.

- Him dislike you, or anyone, calling him a “joker”.

- Hugging from behind - from both of you

- Lips grinning against your neck

- stubble Stubble STUBBLE

- Convincing him to be a feminist

- But he’s kinda a fuckboy (let’s be real)

- Eating lots of food, all the time

- Having a favorite show that you can’t miss - probably something like Criminal Minds or CSI - maybe even Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

- Learning to love the fact that he smells like blood, leather, sex and cigarette smoke, with a hint of vanilla

- He’s so tough but a softy, only when you’re really alone

- He’s very independent, but he always comes to you for advice

- And if he doesn’t, it’ll probably go wrong

- Him using so much hot water in the shower, and then when you complain, he offers to shower together

- Him acting out/wanting, maybe trying to leave if you get bossy

- Him coming back with his sheepish smile you adore

- He gets really angry sometimes, but you always calm him down with hugs from behind, running your hands through his hair or even neck/temple kisses

- Him giving you tips on which part of the town is safest

- Buys you period stuff, which most boyfriends would cringe at, without giving a hot damn.

- Never hitting you, no matter how angry.

- His catchphrase being ‘ahahah then what’

- “Baby your eyes are as blue as the ocean, and I’m lost out at sea”

“Jason my eyes aren’t blue shut up”

- Rough kisses, lip biting

- Hella tons of PDA

- Causing a lil’ mischief together

- Breaking up because he’s scared that you’ll get hurt;

- Then making up because he simply can’t live without you

Simon: *peeks out from behind menu he’s not reading*

Baz: *glares*

Simon: *visibly blushing*

Baz: *narrows eyes*

Simon: “So, I was feeling… something… and I did… something…”

Baz: *places down menu in the restaurant they’re sitting at* *takes deep breath* “Simon… what did you d-”

~music starts playing… sexy violins… romantic stylz music~

Waiter #1: *brings giant bouquet of roses*

Waiter #2: *brings giant red velvet cake to the table, adorned with many a decorative, edible flower*

Waiter #3: *brings comically large valentines card over (even though it’s only half way through January)

Baz: *actual rabbit in the headlights*

Simon: *starts babbing* “So, that feeling I was feeling was love and I got carried away and gosh, I was just thinking about everything and things and then you! And then I asked these waiters to come over here and bring all this stuff and so *takes deep breath* Basilton Grimm-Pitch… will you be my valentine?

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Simon: *puppy-dog eyes, looking adorable*

Baz: *deadpan glare*

Waiters: *uncomfortable squirming*


Simon: “Still…”

Waiters: *still uncomfortable, now also confused puppies*

Baz: *resigned sigh* Yes, I will be your valentine

Simon: *fist pumps in the air* *whooping and holling with pure joy* *high five’s confused waiters*

Baz: *blushes* *hides behind his menu and secretly grins at his adorable amazing sunshine husband and thanks his lucky stars he’s married to the most wonderfully amazing goofball in the whole wide world*


Happy Birthday *throws confetti* ILU~ you’re the best owl ever.

I seem to have a talent for being just a tad bit late with my birthday pictures. (that does not at all imply that I completely forgot it was Bo’s birthday until I saw @franeridart‘s post on my dash… ゞ◎Д◎ヾ )

a piece of cake

Steggy Positivity Week | Day 2: AU or Crossover

Peggy can handle running a bakery, but a baking competition is a whole other level of stress.

“I thought baking was supposed to be relaxing?” Steve asked, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen and folding his arms.

Busy wrestling with icing, Peggy paused just long enough to spare him an annoyed glanced. Her hair was pulled back into what had been a neat knot several hours ago but was now streaked with flour and beginning to come loose, strands twisting around her cheeks and ears. Her face was flushed with heat from the oven, and both her apron and the kitchen counter were covered in chocolate stains, splashes of egg and hundreds of glittering sugar crystals.

If she hadn’t looked ready to skewer someone with a wooden spoon, sharpened or otherwise, Steve would have thought she looked adorable.

“It was,” she said, voice tight, “Until someone entered me in this bloody competition.”

Steve glanced down at his feet to hide the gently amused smile that tugged at his lips. “To be fair to Howard, you were the one who said you could win it with ease …”

“That was before I saw the theme. ‘Celebrating great literature through baking’. Who came up with that stupid idea?”

“I don’t know.” Steve puzzled over that for a moment. “Do you think that’s actually someone’s job? Deciding themes for bakery competitions?”

“If it is, I’m telling you right now that they’re being paid too much.”

Finishing what she was doing, Peggy stepped back and ran a hand across her forehead, inadvertently leaving a thick streak of chocolate. She didn’t seem to notice, tilting her head to critically view her creation.

“Well? What do you think?”

Steve looked at it. It was three tiers, each a different colour. The top layer was white, decorated with swirls and silver sugar balls, and what looked like a drizzle of lemon curd. The middle layer was bright red, with carefully piped white icing that looked like strings of pearls around the edges. The third and largest layer was chocolate, with shavings of milk and dark chocolate forming a nest around the base and decorating the top. 

Each tier was beautifully made and precisely and delicately decorated. Unsurprisingly; there was a reason, after all, why the bakery Peggy ran was so successful. 

What Steve couldn’t see was the literature connection. 

“What is it … meant to be?” 

“You don’t see it?”

“Uh. No?”

Peggy sighed, setting her hands on her hips. “It represents the different realms in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake. See? The top layer’s genoise sponge, for the ethereal realm of Eternity. The second’s red velvet, for Beulah, the realm of dreams and inspiration. And the third is Ulro, the material realm. So chocolate, for the earth.”

Steve blinked, looked again at the cake, and then nodded. “Oh. Yeah. Of course.”

“You don’t see it.”

“I do! I’ll admit, I didn’t get it straight away,” he said quickly, coming fully into the room and moving around the counter to stand beside her. “But now that you say it, I don’t know how I missed it.”

It was amazing how much scepticism could be expressed with just the eyes. 

“Steve, don’t patronise me.”

“I’m not! It’s very creative. There won’t be anything else any like it in the competition, that’s for sure.”

Peggy snorted even as her shoulders slumped. “Maybe I should just withdraw.”

“Don’t. Okay, so it’s not an obvious connection. But who cares? People are gonna be more interested in eating it, anyway.” 

Putting an arm out he pulled her into him. She squeaked in surprise as he bent down and started kissing her forehead, licking up the smear of icing. As he moved to kiss down her eyelids and cheeks, she started giggling, and he could feel the smile curving her mouth when his lips finally reached hers. When he pulled back he was grinning himself, eyes bright and he licked his lips for emphasis before saying,

“And I can tell you with complete honesty that it tastes delicious.”

Obianidala au where Padmé is a wedding planner, Anakin is a pastry chef that makes amazing wedding cakes, and Obi-Wan is a phenomenal florist.


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anonymous asked:

What's wrong with kendricks verse?

It’s ugly. No one cares what he finds sexually attractive in a woman. It’s like “boys don’t like girls who …..”

He wants to see something natural like a girl with a fro ??? I ain’t see no girl in that video with an Afro

Women are damned if they do and damned if they don’t. Girls who don’t wear make up who don’t have perfect skin will get made fun of and girls who like to cake up with the make up get talked about …“take her swimming on the first date”

Y'all gassing him up for a generic cheesy verse. Like ??? shidddd I like niggas who stfu and let women do as they please. No one cares what that ashy vermin wants.

A woman being natural isn’t gonna make her anymore respectable. So he can sit down and humble his damn self and let women do as they want