- Powder (no coverage/for baking): Laura Mercier’s Translucent Setting Powder. NOT the secret brightener be careful
- Bronzer: Buxom’s Hot Escapes Bronzers if you want shimmer and Benefit’s Hoola if you don’t
- Contour: NARS Contour Duos. Color to get depends on your skin tone!
- Blush: NARS Blushes cannot be beat. Orgasm is an all time classic and looks amazing on everyone. I also LOVE the Lorac Unzipped Cheek Palette but it’s gone so you’d have to find it on eBay or something
- Highlight: Best highlight of all time is Becca Cosmetics x Jaclyn Hill Champagne Pop
- Setting Spray: Urban Decay All Nighter
- Eyeshadow primer: Urban Decay Primer Potion
- Eyeshadow: best brand for eyeshadow IMO is Anastasia Beverly Hills or Lorac. Great first palette is the Lorac pro
- Eyeliner: Stila Liquid Eyeliner NO DEBATE THE END
- Mascara: Maybelliene Clump Crusher (get water resistant to hold your curl)
- Eyelash curler: best eyelash curler of all time is from Shu Uemura which they stopped selling at Sephora but you can order it online
- Fake eyelashes: Absolutely love the Kiss brand’s Blooming line because they’re multilayered and have such a thin band and so many different styles
- Filling in: Anastasia Brow Wiz no debate
- Setting: Anastasia Brow Gel and if you’re really gonna rub them off, NYX waterproofing gel on top of that
- Maintenance: Tweezerman. Spend the money. No other tweezers are worth your time
- Balm: only chapstick I truly believe works (and doesn’t make them worse in the long run) is Burts Bees
- Lipliner: Urban Decay 24/7 Glide On
- Lipstick: Too Faced’s La Crème line and Melted line
- Lipgloss: BUXOM!!!!! They are so unreal amazing perfect everything I’ve ever wanted. Also love the Urban Decay Naked glosses
Hope this helps anyone who’s looking for some new bomb ass make up products that won’t waste your time or your $$$!
A Separate History // a 1988 film for Hockey Goes to the Movies with @nuuclearshow
2017 ‧ Romance/Comedy ‧ 2h 4m
Plot: When Patrick Kane falls asleep it’s June 9th 2010. He’s just won the Stanley Cup. When he wakes it’s 2025, he’s married to Jonathan Toews, and that’s just the beginning…
June 9th 2010
It’s late by the time they make it back to the hotel. So late it’s probably early and all of them still drunk. Patrick’s covered in, well, he’s not really sure what he’s covered in anymore. Beer? Probably. Sweat? Definitely. Tears? Check. Vomit? At least a little. Fucking awesomeness? Without a doubt.
He still has his under-armour on, the Stanley Cup Championship T-shirt over that, some kind of pants and a lopsided snapback. He feels seriously fucking disgusting, and sticky, and tired, as he makes his way off the bus and into the hotel lobby. He could sleep for a thousand peaceful years and yet he could never sleep again with the way his heart hasn’t stopped racing all night.
arti i love this! ok an i request jon/sansa + 🍾 pretty please? THANK YOU LOVE <3
“Excuse me, everybody, can I have your attention?”
There was still talking amongst some of the guests until Arya cupped her hand around her mouth to shout, “OI! Her majesty Sansa wants attention!”
Sansa would have rolled her eyes at her sister because was the dripping sarcasm really necessary? But she was far too nervous to get really annoyed right now, and the butterflies in her stomach took flight when a solid dozen pairs of eyes landed on her and the room silenced.
She caught Jon’s eye across the room and gave him the slightest nod, gnawing at her lip before turning to face her family. “I have some news I wanted to share…” she started, watching as a few eyes widened, and before anyone could jump the gun, she took a deep breath and continued. “Jon and I are getting married.”
A chorus of happy screams followed her announcement, and Sansa’s eyes flitted around the room as she took everyone’s reactions in at once, not able to help the wide smile that blossomed on her face at the overall joy that ensued. Her mother was the first one to seek her out, immediately gathering her up in her arms.
“Oh my darling, what lovely news,” she half-sobbed into her neck, squeezing her tightly, and Sansa let out a relieved laugh as she hugged her back. “I am so happy for you both.” Catelyn Stark pulled back and grabbed her daughter’s face in her hands, looking at her lovingly, then kissed both cheeks. “Oh, I love you so much, Sansa.”
“I love you too, mother,” Sansa repeated, beaming.
No sooner had her mother pulled away that a loud ‘pop’ sounded somewhere in the crowd and she looked over her mum’s shoulder to see Robb spraying champagne in Jon’s general direction, shouting loudly as her fiancé – her fiancé! – only laughed good-naturedly while he got soaked.
“Robb, you’re making a mess of the whole house!” her mother complained. “Ned!”
“Alright, grab some glasses,” Ned’s voice boomed over his eldest son’s, and he took the bottle from him. “Let’s have a toast.”
Glasses were passed around quickly, everyone eager to fill theirs with the golden liquid, and the bubbles rising to the surface of her glass were very much like the ones sitting in her stomach as she found Jon in the crowd and kissed him, in front of everyone, giggling happily as he smiled at her proudly. Like she was his whole reason for living, and she melted once again into his arms.
A spoon clinked against a glass and everyone turned to look at Ned. “My eldest daughter is getting married,” he began, raising his glass at Sansa. She felt her cheeks turn pink, or had they already been pink? “I knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it would be so soon.”
He continued. “Sansa, I am so proud of you. You have become a strong, independent young woman, and you have taken the world by storm. I would not be easy letting you go with anyone that didn’t deserve you.” At this he turned to Jon, who stood up a little straighter behind her. “Jon Snow. I have known you for many years… and I am happy to be able to call you son.”
A few people ‘awwed’, and Sansa felt her eyes welling up a little with emotion. She mouthed ‘dad’ at him, and smiled.
Ned smiled back and waited for the crowd to quiet again. “I will never allow anything to happen to my family. They must always be well cared for and protected…” He looked directly at them. “So Sansa, take care of Jon, will you?”
Watching a Q and A from theMeatly and the question "Is Boris a good guy?" comes up and the response is "Now the important thing to remember about Boris-*music plays over answer*"
I mean true though! He looks like he was meant to be the Tom to Bendy’s Jerry, or perhaps the Pete to his Mickey, going by just that one clip! It’s definitely some kind of antagonistic relationship in that episode.
At the same time, Boris seems a bit dense. I don’t know that he even really NOTICED Bendy was THERE until Bendy sprayed the champagne in his face – he certainly wasn’t paying attention to him, and was happy to go right back to munchin’ that sammich as soon as Bendy left, even with a basket on his head.
Maybe they aren’t so much direct enemies as they are at odds with one another depending on the context. What this personality might mean for the story, well… I’ve got a few inklings, heh heh heh.
Klaine one-shot - “Come to the Cabaret!” (Rated NC17)
Blaine has big plans for his and Kurt’s first weekend alone in the loft, plans that turn out to be a little bit racier than Kurt ever dreamed his sweet, dapper boyfriend would make. Kurt does his best to help pull them off, but they hit one little snafu … (2138 words)
Takes place Blaine’s senior year of high school while Kurt’s living in New York. Written for @sunshineoptimismandangels, inspired by her one-shot Santa Baby, which you should all go and read (after you read mine xD)
“Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get
“Hold on, Blaine!” Kurt chuckles, switching his messenger bag strap
and his phone to his left shoulder in order to get his keys out of his right
pants pocket. “I just got home! I’m not even inside yet!”
“Was there anything outside the door?” Blaine asks.
“No, but there wasn’t anything in the mailbox, either, so Rachel
might have brought the mail in before she went to work. I told her after our
last call that you would be sending me something so she knew to look out for
“Well, tell me if you see a box anywhere when you get inside.”
“A box?” Kurt slides the loft door open and takes a quick look
around. “You didn’t say anything about a box. How big a box are we talking
“Not too big,” Blaine promises. “About the size of small
moving box maybe?”
“I don’t see …” Kurt’s search stops in the kitchen. “Wait a
minute … yup, here it is, on the kitchen table.” Kurt looks over the box,
plain and brown, with nothing printed on it that would give Kurt a clue as to
what might be inside. “Please tell me
this one’s not full of puppets like the last one.”