Hey holly, why are you ignoring the cruelty free question :)
Because it’s hard sometimes to avoid all makeup thats cutlery free, I cba with all the hate that’s why & Mac don’t test on animals anyway they say it on there website if u read it, its china that tests it’s nothing to do with Mac
no offense but i really need more rp partners who are my friends like.. dont get me wrong i love all ships nd stuff but its always better when you’re friends with the person anD I want a friend who i can join rps with and have multiple ships with and be clingy w/ and try out new rp things with (for instance fl/rp or indies) and !! i just want a rp partner i can send memes (actual memes , not ask memes but ask memes are great too) to and just become close w/ and have the best greatest ships and i’m rambling but i want a tumblr friend who i can spam w/ stuff about our muses ( or smth ) or just spam w/ anything !! like !! i just want friends where we can play lame games 2gether and watch movies and have a hella emotional and cute plot at the same time i and i want ships where i can send ask memes !! and make moodboards nd cute playlists and other stuff and we can have tons of cute ships and- ,,, wow okay , i got carried away so my grammar in this post is bad but .. come b my friend or ,, just plot idc
some cosy, chill isak and even situations since i’m having a lot of feelings regarding them 2 being completely wrapped up in chill vibes where them 2 are just doing chill things:
sharing earphones and listening to music sat together on the bus or tram, or in their bedroom when they’re watching a movie, or laying in bed awake on a friday night at 2am or on a sunday afternoon at 2pm, just chilling and listening to music together.
sharing a big mug of hot chocolate in winter, or an ice cream in summer, or a can of beer, back and forth between them. one sip even, one sip isak.
isak nestled in between even’s legs, isak’s back against even’s chest, isak resting the back of his head on even’s shoulder, whilst even runs his fingers through isak’s hair, and isak will sometimes slightly turn his head and kiss even’s neck, whilst they’re both wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa.
they’ll sometimes smoke, once in a while, and they’ll continue on their thing of sharing a joint between them. they’ll continue on their thing where isak exhales out smoke all over even’s face, mist and fog and haze, and even’ll laugh in the midst of it.
bike rides! loads more bike rides! and loads of isak laughing freely, uncontrollably, clinging on tightly to even’s waist, as even takes them both roaming around the city, unplanned.
back rubs. and feet rubs. and shoulder massages. and “my knee joint is hurting from sitting and drawing for so long, isak massage it please?” “come here then grandad.” and “even my head hurts from studying please rub it?” “baby you work too hard come along here”.
trips! loads of trips! to science museums because isak insists, and art galleries because even wants to. and cabin trips in winter and seaside trips in summer and cinema and theatre trips.
spontaneous strolls! in the parks during spring time when the pink and white blossoms are in full growth and autumn when everything is golden and red and the air is crisp in both seasons, fresh. light. airy. breezy.
shopping. grocery or books or clothes and shoes and hoodies and scarves and snapbacks or sketchpads and stationary. and goofing around in stores that have photobooths and “even really please we’re not doing one where we kiss” “oh come on isak, would you really reject another chance to kiss me?”
silence. a nice, quiet, peaceful kind of silence. if they’re both doing their homework or they’re sat by the windowsill catching the sunset or just walking, with their hands clasped into one another’s. or whilst they’re cuddling and there’s nothing to say and that’s okay, so they’ll listen to the breeze outside, mixed with the muffled sound of cars going by and birds chirping, signalling that the city’s still alive in the far distance, whilst they both are drowned in the sound of each other’s breathing and heartbeats.
more “dancing in the kitchen with the radio playing” situations as they’re both making food. or rather, it’s even making the food and isak simply admiring the view. sometimes, he’ll hug even from the back and rock them both to the tune of the song playing. and just like that, slowly, slowly, isak becomes more languid. he lets his body move to the beat, sometimes sings along too. lets even take his hand and spin him around as they’re both barefoot, dressed in loose tshirts and joggers and messy bedhair. a vision. echoing laughter around the kitchen and soft, silent “i love yous.”
speaking of i love yous, even will sometimes tap isak’s shoulder, and isak will turn to face even, raising his eyebrows in question. and even’ll just say, “did i tell you that i love you today? because i love you.” and as always, isak smiles so widely that it hurts, and a beat later, he’ll reply “i love you too, evy.”
quick little soft pecks with smiles and laughter in between them that turn into long slow lazy kisses with whispers of promises against ears and skin in between them that turn into warm safe serene 2 hour naps under a shared duvet, legs and limbs all tangled.