clear gloss


galaxyofslimee makes the best glossy slimes in the universe oml PREACH

hogwarts houses as good things

SLYTHERIN: looking drop dead gorgeous in formal wear, killer eyeliner, giving the most carefully crafted insults, loving your heritage, having a close knit group of friends that you would kill for, sarcasm off the charts, being able to put the fear of God into people’s hearts after one look.

RAVENCLAW: the perfect high ponytail, clear lip gloss, the feeling after you figure out a complicated math problem, getting an A on an assignment the rest of the class failed on, looking killer in business attire, wearing sweatpants after a long day, vocabulary so big even the teachers don’t understand what you’re talking about, the skill of reading while walking, messy desks, inked hands.

GRYFFINDOR: winning an argument, feet hitting the pavement, acting like an idiot with your friends, being yourself without caring what others think, volunteering in class, long, complicated handshakes, wearing whatever you want, dying your hair neon shades of hair, because you like to “rebel against the system”

HUFFLEPUFF: soft hoodies, sitting next to the new kid, getting excited when the new kid remembers your name, long hugs, sunrises, being swaddled in furry blankets, baking, sharing snacks, long hugs, cheering up even a random stranger when they seem down, running back down the hall to compliment the teacher with the wonderful looking nails, the adorable nose crinkle that happens when someone genuinely smiles.


Last week I shot with photographer, Martin Higgs on a new set of beauty images. We used to shoot together a lot, creating OTT beauty looks using mediums such as paint, treacle, prosthetics and Fullers Earth, to name but a few.

We thought it was time we got together again and produced some stunning work to update our portfolios.

I’ve seen this blown-out lip look trending recently, so I knew I wanted to recreate it within one of the 4 makeup looks.
I combined metallic pigments with Pearl pigments and used them in a variety of ways to achieve different levels of glow to the skin, eyes and lips.

On the décolletage I mixed the pearl pigment with water and painted it onto the chest, shoulders and neck. I knew once the water dried it would leave behind the pigment in an even finish.

For the eyes I mixed the metallic pigment with a mixing medium and layered it over a cream coloured eyeshadow. Then, I gently feathered a touch of pearl pigment mixed with a clear body gloss to the very centre of the lids so it would catch the light. 

I also added this same mix to the Cupid’s bow of the lip and to the centre of the bottom lip.

The rest of the bright colours were cream eyeshadows blended over the foundation which hadn’t been set. This means the product had some slip and made blending the products a dream!

The team:
Makeup - Shonagh Scott (Me)
Photographer - Martin Higgs
Model - Caitlin Burles
Retoucher - Stefka Pavlova

harry potter houses as things that are great
  • SLYTHERIN: looking killer in formal wear, perfectly crafted insults, sarcasm levels off the charts, an ungodly amount of eyeliner, knowing how to walk without making a sound, having very few close friends but you'd kill for them, horror movies, loving your heritage
  • RAVENCLAW: the perfect high ponytail, that moment when you figure out a complicated math problem, clear lip gloss, a perfectly crafted thesis statement, looking good in business attire, the carefully cultivated skill of reading while walking, correcting people's grammar under your breath
  • GRYFFINDOR: long road trips, volunteering in class, acting like an idiot with your best friends in public, action movies, dying your hair various shades of neon, the sound of a perfect high-five, high heels that click when you walk, winning an argument, recognizing a song playing in public
  • HUFFLEPUFF: soft hoodies, sitting next to the new kid, that awesome moment when someone you barely know says hi, helping your parents cook, long hugs, knowing the names of everyone in your classes, sunrises, sharing your snacks, waking up to texts from your best friends
orgasms and dildos C.H

Originally posted by bestpicsof5sos

warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: y/n can’t orgasm no matter what you and Calum do so after convincing Calum gets you off with a vibrator and dildo.

requested?: yes, sorry if it sucked @lukeasfuck i tried 😊. This is my first request and I enjoyed writing it so feel free to request any smut ideas you might have. I’m pretty open to all suggestions 😉.


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FTM Makeup Tutorial

hello, im reese!!! today i am going to make a sorta useful tutorial on how to use makeup to help you achieve more traditionally masculine features and hopefully help pre-t trans boys and nonbinary people pass better. i hope you find this helpful!

first thing we’re gonna work on is EYEBROWS, which is usually the first thing people work on to achieve a more masculine face, but its not just about thickening eyebrows, in fact, its not about that at all. The only reason male’s eyebrows look thicker is because plucking them isnt standard, and their eyebrows are not ARCHED like feminine ones.

this is the difference between male and female eyebrows. Also, More straight eyebrows make the eyes appear more deep set, another masculine feature.

we’re going to want to make the eyebrows less arched, and more straight, by drawing over them in a way similar to this (excuse the microsoft paint)

already a bit more masculine! and you dont need to thicken up the eyebrows very much, coloring in the arches thickens them up wuite a lot.

eyes are very simple and optional, try some brown pencil eyeliner on either side of your waterline to make them smaller and more narrow, and apply some VERY LIGHT eyeshadow under your eyebrows to make your eyes appear more deep set

this will also make your eyes look slightly more far apart, but the difference is minimal and completely optional.

feminine and masculine lips are more similar then theyre made out to be, but you female lips have a more traditionally pink tint, whereas male lips are more flesh toned. 

so applying a little bit of foundation over the edges of your lips should do the trick, along with some clear lip gloss so you dont look too washed out


but wait, theres more!

now for the best part, countouring. masculine faces and feminine faces are extremely different shaped, with women’s faces traditionally more triangular, and men’s faces more angular

this is a fantastic reference, but definitely tone down the features and dont exaggerate as much as the images seen here, just follow the basic idea. Mens bones stick out more, with less smooth contour and more sharp angles. Also note the ridge above the eyebrows.


landmark aesthetics
  • sun veins: dipping your feet in the ocean, flowing white dresses, light sunburn, locked fingers, butterfly kisses, lounging around all day, gazing at the person you love
  • way it goes: an organized day planner, bare feet on hardwood, your face hurting from smiling too long, black coffee, ballroom dancing, burning your fingers on a curling iron, a nineteenth century mansion
  • vines: bleached hair, laying under a willow tree, chapped lips, screaming to the moon, bruises on your knees, eating frosting with your fingers, the smell of your first car
  • epitaph: dark blue eyeshadow, fingers tangled in your hair, ripped jeans, the crinkles around you eyes when you smile, curly hair with glitter in it, stretching your back, happy crying
  • simple season: strawberry lemonade, a rickety ferris wheel, the sound of children laughing, two boys falling in love, the little sparks of light after you open your eyes
  • tuesday: strong bourbon, dark lipstick stains on collarbones, pancakes being flipped, waking up early, lacy underwear, the cold side of the pillow
  • western kids: neon signs, glitter that looks a lot like tears, the smell of sweat and deodorant mixing, gucci clothes, a wedding where no one knows the bride and groom, catching fireflies in your front yard while the sun sets
  • poems: stop-motion footage of a cherry tree blossoming, sailing in sunny weather, striped shirts, an old leather watch band, laughing softly, antique photos of your grandparents, getting your socks wet
  • vacation: sticking your hands out the window of a car, pushpins, handstands in the grass, orange soda, candy wrappers, the click of a camera shutter
  • boyish: cutting all your hair short, freshly starched collared shirts, cinching your belt a little too tight, the smell of sandalwood, a flat chest
  • buttercup: the smell of rain on flower petals, firecrackers sizzling, spinning around til you get dizzy, vanilla ice cream, fluffy clouds, clear lip gloss, putting stickers on your cheeks

thebaehood  asked:

Okay okay BUT- Yura wearing makeup

YES YES YES I feel so much about my beautiful boy in makeup so let’s go

Yuri started messing around with makeup when he was 14. He was following this one guy on Instagram with great style and a gorgeous pair of dark brown eyes for a few months, constantly refreshing the page to see if he put up anything new. 

One morning, still half asleep and lazing around in bed, a new picture popped up on his newsfeed. The guy was in a grey beanie, his dark curly hair falling over his face slightly, and he had the softest aloof smile on his lips. The caption was something about a code promoting some clothes website or whatever, but Yuri was too busy staring. Those fucking eyes. They seemed more striking, more captivating than usual, but Yuri couldn’t quite figure out what it was about them on that particular day.

Yuri didn’t get it until he read the comments; they had almost all been heart-eye emojis and screams about the boy’s eyeliner.

Yuri was mildly confused, scrolling back up to the picture and squinting to take a look. He only now noticed the subtle smudges of black framing the guy’s eyes, and Yuri rested his cheek on his pillow. He looked nice. It was a small change but it made a huge difference. Maybe he could pull it off too.

So that morning Yuri took a bus to the shops and found himself in the makeup section of a store, hoodie thrown over his head, music blasting through the headphones around his neck, and looking mildly embarrassed to be there. It wasn’t because wearing makeup was a stereotypically ‘feminine’ thing to do, but it was more so the fact that he had no idea what the fuck he was meant to be looking for. There were pencils and tubes and pots of shit he didn’t understand. He thought it was going to be quick and easy - run in, buy something cheap, try it on, snap a few selfies. He didn’t expect there to be so many things from so many different brands. What the fuck was powder supposed to do for your eyebrows anyway?

Reluctant to accept help from overly friendly sales assistants, he grabbed a simple black pencil liner and marched his way to the self-service checkout.

Things weren’t any better at home. The stupid little thing had cost him about 1000 rubles and was currently getting black shit all over his hands.

Yuri was sat on his bedroom floor, staring into his full-length mirror with the makeup in his right hand, and his face in his left. He had tried almost everything, but he looked nothing like the guy on Instagram. Each attempt had resulted in Yuri looking something like a panda or someone who had probably been crying for two days straight, and each time Yuri had cursed and rubbed the black off of his face. The soft pencil kept breaking with the force he used, and his eyes were watering from the constant rubbing and removal - and shit this stuff was hard to get off. 

He was just about ready to give up and throw the stupid waste of money away, when he looked up to look at his reflection in the mirror with a scowl on his face. When he caught a glimpse of himself, his features softened immediately.

He looked cool.

The sleeve of his jumper may have been covered in smudges and smears of charcoal black from the constant impatient wiping, but the result was almost worth it. Turning his head and brushing some blonde hair from his face, Yuri sat and admired his work. Sure, it was slightly messy and it didn’t look quite like the picture, but damn. Who knew that two black lines would make such a difference?

His bright green eyes looked intense - dangerous, he liked to think - and absolutely piercing. He didn’t expect to actually like it. He was just curious. But looking at the image in front of him, Yuri was proud to say that that guy on Instagram had nothing on him.

Yuri found himself making his way to the makeup section of stores more often. He was passionate about fashion, and wasn’t makeup just another way to express your sense of style? And so his collection grew.

It started off with different eyeliner at first. Yuri found that the black pencils worked for his more intense and badass looks, but brown was a more subtle alternative that he liked to wear at the rink sometimes. Mila had once complimented him on his look, and despite being embarrassed at his little secret being found out, he took her advice and bought a purple eyeliner. His eyes watered an insane amount and Yuri wondered if Mila was just trying to make him look like an idiot, but the results were nice. The splash of purple in his waterline really made the shades of green in his eyes pop.

The first time he strayed away from pencil eyeliner was at the age of 15 when he found himself drawn to the lipgloss section. Tentative, he started with clear glosses to accentuate the natural pink and plumpness to his lips, but his confidence soon grew. He often wore pale pinks and holographic glosses during his routines, even if the stickiness bothered him a bit.

Yuri’s favourite makeup product had to be highlighter. He had been complimented on his high cheekbones all of his life, but had never done anything with them until the age of 16. What a waste, he had thought.

After watching various makeup tutorials - his new favourite pastime - Yuri decided to amend that. Subtle frosted highlight graced his features both on and off of the ice, and Yuri loved the look of the subtle glitter that caught the light when he turned his head.

Yuri eventually did find out what exactly powder did for brows by the time he was 18, loving to create fierce looks with cat eyes sharper than his skates.

Under The Stars

A/N: Since it’s prom season, I decided to write a little something for it. Requests are open! Enjoy. - Emily

When I had decided to go on tour with Shawn during my last week of High School, I knew that I would be missing out on that one special night that most girls dream of going to. Prom.

Before I had even left, I would always hear the other seniors talking about what dresses they’re getting, who’s doing their makeup, who’s going with who, and how they were going to rent out a fancy limo just like in the movies.

Sure I was bummed out, but it didn’t really hit me until my friend groupchat started to send me multiple photos of their dresses, asking me for opinions and thoughts. Gladly, I responded with positive and honest comments. But I realized that I didn’t want to be giving those opinions anymore, I wanted to be the one asking others about my own dress.

Well that is if I even had one. Before my decision on leaving, Shawn knew that I had my eye on this one simple, red lace dress. He would see me scrolling through online websites on my laptop, and when he saw the red dress, he said it was very nice. But to me, it was gorgeous. I knew that it would fit my body perfectly, even if I hadn’t tried it on. I just knew I would feel beautiful in it.

Shawn had a show on the day of my prom, so I at least knew my mind could be somewhere else in the show, instead of feeling all sad about prom.

I was sitting on the leather couch inside the tour bus, Shawn was doing soundcheck at the moment, and I was waiting for him to finish up. I heard footsteps run up the steps and suddenly, Geoff appeared. He plopped himself down beside me and looked over my shoulder.

I had once again found myself looking at the same red lace dress online.

“That’s cute, planning on buying it?” He said as he raised his eyebrow. I turned to him and chuckled softly as I shook my head sadly.

“Nah, I’m just looking. It’s really pretty, huh?” I then clicked out of the tab and shut my laptop down, setting it aside.

Geoff took a sip of his water bottle, leaning back with me on the couch. He turned back at me and sighed.

“So why didn’t you go to prom? Prom happens only once in your life, and you chose not to go because of a concert?”

Looking down at my hands, I twisted the ring that Shawn had gotten me for my birthday. My shoulders shrugged in response. “I don’t know to be honest. Maybe it was because I hadn’t seen Shawn in so long. I wasn’t ready to let go again.” I whispered as I took a deep breath.

Geoff only nodded and bit his lip as he thought of his response.

“I get that. You both hadn’t seen each other in months. But a few more days wouldn’t have made a difference, Y/N.”

I stayed silent and leaned forward. It was true. Geoff was always honest with me. Always. Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I sighed loudly and looked at him once again.

“Even if I had gone, who was I gonna go with, Geoff? Hell, my so called “friends” planned on going together without me either way.  They’ve been sending me pictures of their own dresses all day long.”

Geoff’s face fell and he frowned as he pulled me into his arms. He held me close as I started to let tears run down my face. I felt his hand rub my back slowly for a few minutes.

I had let everything I was holding in, finally come out. I hadn’t talked to Shawn about it because he was already so stressed out from tour. It would have just been another problem for him. Especially because I had a choice to come on tour with him.

Slowly, I pulled away from Geoff and wiped my teary red eyes. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as I blushed softly, realizing I had just cried in front of Geoff for the first time.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Don’t be sorry.” Geoff frowned as he gave me another hug.

4 Hours Later

It had been a while since I had seen Geoff, after our moment on the bus, I met up with Shawn again. He had no clue what had happened, and honestly, I hope it would stay that way. I didn’t want him to worry.

“Babe, I know you just got here, but I need to go out to this store. It’s really important! Go to our hotel room, and wait for me there. Yeah?”

I frowned in confusion, “What? Shawn, your show is in like 2 hours. Where the hell are you gonna go?”

Shawn shook his head and pecked my lips softly, “Don’t worry about it. Just meet me there later. Okay? I love you.”

Pecking his lips back as well, I sighed softly once again. I made my way to the hotel, quickly dodging any questions from fans. I just wasn’t in the mood to talk at that point.

When I unlocked the door to my shared room with Shawn, I noticed the lights were on. And I remember perfectly well that we had left them off before we headed out this morning.

“What the hell…” I whispered to myself as I walked in. As I got closer to the bed, I saw red petals sprawled out across the white comforter and on the floor. There was a black box sitting on the bed with a letter on top.

I smiled softly at the petals and picked a few up and let them go again, watching them fall to the soft bed.

I then picked up the letter and opened it, unfolding the letter, I immediately recognized the handwriting. It was Shawn’s.

“Dear, Y/N

I know how much you wanted this dress. It caught your eye since the first time you found it. This is a gift for you, baby. Try it on. I’ll be waiting for you at the concert.

Love, Shawn.”

Tears brimmed my eyes just like earlier and I cupped my mouth as I set the letter down. I pulled my hand away and opened the glossy black box, which revealed the familiar lace pattern I had admired for so long.

I gently pulled it out and smiled wide as my fingers traced the patterns. I set it back down, and started to pull off my clothes. I slid it on, and just as I expected, it fit perfectly.

The fabric hugged my body and slipped on a pair of nude heels that I had packed with me incase of any special events I had to attend with Shawn.

I then picked up my makeup bag that and decided to do the look I’ve practiced many times, which came out amazing every time. I figured I could go that way to the concert anyway, so I wouldn’t have to take it all off. I finally finished off with some clear gloss on my lips.

I walked over to the full mirror in the bathroom, and smiled widely as I looked up and down at myself. After a few minutes, I figured it would be best to put the dress away so I could wear it another day, and to not get it dirty. But I was very happy how it looked. Taking one last look at myself, I made my way back to my suitcase.

Before I could take it off, there was a knock on the door. Frowning, I opened the door and Geoff appeared.

“You ready to go? The show starts in 5 minutes.” He looked at me in the dress and smiled widely. “I see Shawn took my advice.”

I raised my eyebrows in confusion but then realized the time. I hadn’t realized the time had gone by so fast already. “Wait what? I can’t go with this dress”

“Nevermind, there’s no time. Let’s go,” Geoff ignored my comment and laughed, he walked into the room and grabbed the key, my phone and my purse. He gave it to me and we made our way to the car, heading to the arena where Shawn would be performing.

By the time we got there, Shawn was already on his fourth song. I had gotten many odd looks, especially from the fans. They all whispered and took pictures of me. I frowned a bit and then remembered I was still in the dress.

Shrugging lightly, I stood backstage with Geoff. He complimented me once again on the dress, telling me he had suggested the idea to Shawn.

“What idea are you talking about?” I asked, once again confused. All of a sudden, an uproar of screams rang through the venue. I looked around wondering what had happened, I felt Geoff pull me away and he lead me to the stage.

The screams got louder and I soon met Shawn’s eyes.

“Everybody, if you didn’t already know, this is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. She decided to skip her prom just to be here with us on this night. But I think Y/N should still have at least one dance. Don’t you agree?” Shawn spoke into his mic as he set his guitar down, the fans screamed in response and he grabbed my hand, kissing my forehead as he lead me to the middle of the stage. He nodded over to his band and they nodded back.

I looked around with a huge smile, everyone was recording this, and flashes were going off every few seconds. Suddenly, the lights dimmed down and one center light focused on Shawn and I.

The band had started to play “Like This”, the screams died down, and I felt Shawn’s arm snake around my waist. My eyes shifted to look at his and I saw his smile, he then looked back at the crowd. He turned us around so I wouldn’t look at the crowd.

“Just look at me, baby. I’m all yours right now.” he whispered into my ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Shawn I don’t know what to say…you even got a tux” I giggled as I finally realized his black tux. Shawn laughed softly and shrugged.

“I know you really wanted to go to prom, babe. This is the best I could think of.”

I ran my fingers through Shawn’s hair on the back of his neck, pressing my lips against his as my eyes slowly closed.

I ignored all of the cheers that came from the fans as we kissed. Smiling, I pulled away. Shawn then leaned in once again and pecked my lips softly as we swayed softly to the beat.

“Thank you for everything, Shawn. The dress….I don’t even know how you got it. But thank you.” I whispered as I leaned my forehead against his.

Shawn stayed quiet and pulled me in closer.

I looked at all of the fans waving their flashlights side to side, and then at the moon that shined brightly in the middle.

“I love you so much Y/N. I wish you would have told me earlier. But tonight, right now, it’s you and me under the stars.” He whispered back into my ear.



I recently shot with my friend and photographer, Martin Higgs, and model, Caitlin Burles. I created 4 makeup looks on the day, this being the last of the set. I love how this particular image captures Caitlins’ natural beauty but still has an element of ‘pow’ with the metallic lips and chest. 

I used Mehrons metallic pigment in ‘Rose’ mixed with water to liquify it, and I used a large makeup brush to apply the mixture to the neck and décolletage.
* If you want more of a glossy finish you can mix the pigment with something like a clear body gloss or glycerin.
I wanted more of a muted glow which is why I chose water as my mixing medium, although I did add a touch of MAC’s clear gloss to the centre of the lips so it would catch the light. 

For the skin I kept it relatively simple; I brush on some of the new ‘BECCA Backlight Primer’ all over the face - it gives you that ‘glow from within’ look. Note, I had previously cleansed, toned and moisturised Caitlin’s face prior to this step.
Over the backlight primer I worked in Illamasqua’s Skin Base foundation using a dampened Beauty Blender sponge, and set the centre of the face with MAC’s ‘Mineralise Skin Finish Natural’ in ‘Medium Plus’. 
I filled the brows in following her natural shape, and used a soft brow powder for this as I didn’t want anything too defined. 
Using MAC’s Sculpt powder and an angled brush by ZOEVA, I softly sunk the hollows of the cheeks to add some shape to this area.
On the top of cheekbones I used a ZOEVA fan brush to sweep over this beautiful Purple toned highlighter from the new ZOEVA ‘Winter Strobe Spectrum’ palette. You may also notice I have also added a subtle amount of the same product to the inner corner of the eyes. This highlighter worked so well with the Rose coloured metallic pigment. 

The team: 

Makeup - Shonagh Scott (Me)
Photographer - Martin Higgs
Model - Caitlin Burles
Retoucher - Stefka Pavlova


I have some nice lengthy hours of testing to attend to today….

Protect You (JD x Reader)

Heathers (JD x Reader) I was imagining the film JD, soo yeah! Hope you liked it! Feedback is awesome too.
I stared down at the two faces of my half-attackers. The two jocks, Ram and Kurt. I felt anything but pleasure as the other girls looked at me in envy as they both pressed me up against a locker.
“What do you want?” I questioned, clicking my tongue.
“We want to know why you don’t like us. Or wanna date us.” They stared at me, as if it was the most intelligent in the world; whilst the rest of Westerberg held their breath.
“Because you’re both idiots. You’d need to give me a LOT of stuff for me to date either one of you.” I retorted, very aware of another person watching; the weird trench coat kid who had a really handsome, angular face with sharp cheekbones.
Ram and Kurt took this into consideration, conversing with each other, before they stripped from their jock jackets.
“We think you’re hot. We’ll let you wear our jackets!” Ram slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me from my spot in the corner, before they both slung their red-and-white jackets over my shoulders.
“You can alternate. Wear one one day and another another day!” Kurt flashed a smirk.
“How about no…..” I brushed them off and tried to walk to class. 10 minutes until free period ends but I just wanted to get away from them.
“Hey!!” Ram ran up to me and once again; cornered me. They both really like that tactic apparently.
“Go on a date with us to a drive in.”
“Ugh-no!” I impatiently stammered.
Kurt came closer to my face, as if to kiss me before weird trench coat kid slammed his fist against a locker, rattling the row of it.
“You heard her! No! Get away, assholes.” His voice was scratchy but protective.
I grinned a bit, looking up.
“What are you gonna do?” Ram & Kurt said in unison.
I don’t really remember much, but I saw a metallic gunmetal flash, which coincidentally was an actual gun.
Kurt and Ram backed off for then.

(Lunch Period)

“Maybe you should go on that date.” My friend Veronica told me, holding a staring contest with the school’s weird red Jell-O; prodding it with her fork as it bounced right back.
“Why?” I gasped, surprised. Veronica hasn’t had too many good run-ins with them either.
“Because I think they want someone to hug. Maybe they’re lonely.”
“Pfff…yeah they want someone to do.” I grimaced at the thought.
“Please just do it. We can get something to talk about, to. It’ll be fun.”
“I’m literally, gonna die.”
“I’ll have that weird kid with the gun follow you.”
“Okay, Miss overreacting.” She sighed and got up, dumping the contents of her tray into the garbage and heading to class, brushing shoulders with Heather McNamara.

The piercing shriek of the bell woke me from my thoughts, and I swallowed my pride and ran up to catch Kurt and Ram.
“I’ll go out with you.” I sighed.
“Ahahah a yeahhhhhh!” They both collided shoulders and ran out.
“Pick you up at 8!” They screamed back at me. I sighed once more.

“Looks like you need some help.” The scratchy voices came from behind me, and I tilted my head upward to stare at the gun kid.
“Will you fight for me?” I questioned, gently touching his fingers.
“I’m JD, (Y/N). I’ll be there at the movies. I’ll protect you.” He smirked to himself.
“How do you know my name?”
“I have my ways…”
I frowned as I dabbed on a bit of clear pink lip gloss, staring down at my purple dress. It’s be lucky if It was in one piece by the end.

I stared out the window and saw a dingy looking faded cobalt car, and inhaled deeply before rushing out.

The moment I set afoot in the car I knew that hell was coming.

I tried to focus on the drive in movie, but I was failing. Ram and Kurt were eyeing not only me but other areas…of me and I was feeling extremely off about it. In any situation I’d run for the hills but I made a promise and I was pretty sure JD was behind me in a different car.
“So do you wanna like..?”
“No!” My automatic response kicked in.
They looked at each other and unzipped.
“You make my balls blue, though!”
“UGH you’ve got a left hand, use it!”
I was pressed up against the car wall now and I felt hot breath on my face as Ram kissed me.

Suddenly, the alternate door opened and JD dragged Kurt and Ram out by the back of their jackets, before slamming them and carrying me out into his car.

I waited for about 5 minutes before trench coat came back, smirking at me.
“You’ll probably have a better time with me.” He laughed, turning the key to the engine.
“You know what I really want?” He looked in my eyes, dead serious, before his expression softened.
“A slushee. Let’s go!”

Valentine's Surprise

A/N: A little PWP for Valentine’s Day, left until the very last minute, but I hope not too late for @loveinpanem. I didn’t even give @peetabreadgirl or @xerxia31 enough time to beta it properly, so all mistakes are my own.

Rated E, NSFW.

Peeta Mellark paced softly around the perimeter of his classroom, peering over his students’ shoulders in the sun-dappled studio where they perched on stools in front of their easels, transferring the still life in front of them to canvas. Their subject matter was non-traditional, but Peeta had allowed them to choose it for themselves, thinking it would hold their interest for longer than the usual bowl of fruit or vase of flowers. The focus on a realistic depiction of the arrangement in front of them remained the same, even if the objects consisted of an iPhone, a set of earbuds, a water bottle and a clutch of grocery store daisies plonked unceremoniously into a cup usually used for rinsing paint brushes.

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matching set - pianist AU extra
explicit | victuuri
By Organization for Transformative Works

((hello all!! @blushunder enabled this, so you can thank her in advance. jerk. ♥♥♥))

summary: Victor doesn’t expect the sight he finds when he opens the door, and he is glued in the entryway for far too long.

Yuuri’s wearing a white robe over pastel mint stockings and lacy underwear. Victor actually stumbles when he decides to move at last, making Yuuri’s hands pause on the keys as he smiles up at the other man. “Hey,” the pianist muses, lips covered with a clear gloss. “Welcome home.”

word count: ~2.9k
genres: pianist AU, smut, fluff
rating: explicit! ♥
✮read on ao3✮writing tag | ✮pianist AU orig fic

Everything that happens is from now on. | R.M.

Words: 5114
Warnings: genderbend or female archie, love triangle, childhood, angst


“Just for the record,” she breathes near his ear, five foot on tippy toes as he grips her arm closer. 

“This is a one-off thing, never to be spoken about again.“

"Obviously. I know your shit about Wednesday Addams,” he curls his lips mockingly.

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