do i need to slap you in the face

Imagine what it feels like for Ben and Martin to see the ratings for S4 to hit all time low and what a big blow it must be to them. Watching the show they have worked in for almost a decade. It’s like a slap in the face to see the hours you clocked in, with your blood sweat and tears, AND the emotional rollercoaster needed to get in character was for naught.

I imagine them doubting themselves, wondering if this brilliant show’s downfall was because they did not try harder, they did not work harder, they did not put in enough effort to get in character, they weren’t consistent, they weren’t… they weren’t… they weren’t….. they weren’t enough.

If their thoughts do lead them down this path, i hope they know that they are wrong.

I hope that someone, anyone, or rather everyone will let them know that they were enough, they were more than enough, in fact, they were brilliant and marvelous and wonderful and and and… incandescent! It’s because of them I fell in love with this show 5 years ago; the way Martin displayed a soldier’s bravado, clinging to every last ounce of will to live, finding hope in Sherlock where everyone and everything else in life has failed him, or rather he thinks he have failed in life, the way Benedict portrayed a character so uniquely, holding his own in a sea of Sherlock Holmes in the past century, giving life to a detective whose seemingly nonexistent heart is apparently almost as big as his mind palace. Most of all I love how their undeniable chemistry and spark made me believe in love, or finding hope in places you’d never think of. Such cliched sentiments but they are true nonetheless.

It’s a shame that this love story, veiled vehind heteronormativity since its conception due to societal expectations, set in this modern-age where it is plauded to be forward-thinking and ingenious, has to once again be lowered down to nothing more than subtext because ….. what? Was the timing not right? Implications? Poor reception?

Whatever it is, I only hope that the actors realise that they were perfect in embodying their characters, and that our disappointment is nothing more but a reflection of the screenwriters’ failure this time round.

The actors deserved every accolades they have garnered.

The Only Marks You Need.

could you do a Peter Pan one where Felix gets mad at [yn] and slaps her bruising her cheek and Peter finds out and fluffy smut after? thanks xoxo

Requested by


TRIGGER WARNING: The following imagine will contain physical abuse/ assault.

WARNING: The following imagine will contain minor graphic sexual material. 

[yn] = your name

It was supposed to be full on smut, but I’m not completely comfortable writing smut yet… Sorry, I know everyone wants it, I want it too! But I’m not there yet. :)


I wiped the tear that slide down my face as I stood over the steaming pot. I flinched when I touched my cheek. It hurt and it felt like it wouldn’t stop hurting for a while. “[yn]!” Felix’s voice shouted as I chopped up some carrots. I turned around to look at Felix. “What is it?” I asked confused, his face was red and his nostrils were flared. “One of the lost boys said they saw you take some bread.” he sneered as he stepped closer and I scrunched my face. “I took bread for-” I started but was cut short by the slap of Felix’s hand. The impact made me stumble and I was too in shock to say or do anything. Felix grabbed my shoulders and got in my face. “If I hear you're taking any more food, it’ll be more than a slap” he hissed and pushed me to the ground. 

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anonymous asked:

Four black teenagers kidnap a white man with special needs, torture him, humillate him, scalp him, nude him, and you surely congratulate them. SHAME ON YOU.

I’m guessing this one was the same anon so I’ll respond.

I absolutely do not condone someone with special needs being tortured, but here’s the thing. Those four perpetrators are in jail. And they will face swift and terrible justice, because they are black. What about the black boy who was sodomized with a fucking coat hanger by white football players only days before? His assailants got a slap on the wrist. When black people commit crimes they are punished. And the punishment usually far outstrips the crime. White people routinely do shit that is every bit as horrible, they do it more often, and they go unpunished. So get the fuck off of my page with this bullshit.

The Runaway

Sister Winchester - The Runaway

Pairings: John winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader, Dean Winchester x Sister reader.

Warnings: Mild assault

Summary: You save John’s ass on a hunt, but in doing so you disobeyed his orders. Tensions rise as the pair of you fight until John takes it to far by slapping you in the face. You hold your ground and decide to leave, however you must get past Sam and Dean before you hop on the late night bus to a new life.

A/N: Just a quick insight I guess that I needed to get out of my head. I keep trying to work with different characters and wanted to try and look into the father and daughter relationship. I hope you like it as always. I hope to be working with Castiel next but I have received my first request (yay) so I’ll be working on that beforehand. Please enjoy and sorry for my rookie skills. Love you long time. Xxx

//Part 2//

“I’m sorry Dad I didn’t mean to… I just wasn’t thinking… I didn’t want to see you get hurt.” you cried but John wasn’t showing any sympathy.
“You do as I say Y/N. Always. When i tell you to hide, you hide not jump out of your spot and play bait! Are you stupid? Taking on three vamps is way out of your skill level. If your brothers didn’t catch up to you, you would have been dead meat, you understand?” John’s words stung you. The pair of you stood in the middle of the motel kitchen and glared at each other. Why couldn’t he be proud of you? What you did was an act of love not disobedience. It was all so unfair. It felt like you could never win with him, no matter how hard you tried. But now it felt he had pushed you away one too many times and you had had enough. You deserved to be treated better then this, even if it meant going against your father’s strict ruling. This is not what your mother would have wanted.
Your Dad always thought you were too small and weak to hunt. That you would trip over and blow their cover. Or get frightened and cower in the corner. However you were fearless and had your fair share of hair raising incidents which you managed well. Your father was simply prejudice towards you. So most of the time you were put on research whilst the boys went out on hunts. Meanwhile you would stay, wait and worry. You would be so worried when they came home to see if they were alright, but John would always push you away and stop you from fussing. You would later attend to your brothers in secret, cleaning wounds and sewing up gaping slashes.
But this time was different because you were allowed to come with them on the hunt. John found a large vamps nest and needed an extra hand. All his old hunting buddies were on their own trips across the country and therefore he reluctantly got you to come along for back up.
You were excited to prove yourself and make your dad and brothers proud of your natural hunting skills. Also you thought this could be the start of actually feeling part of the family by being more of a vital player in the family business. You thought through all this, and came back to answer John in an ice cold tone you had never used on him before,
“But Sam and Dean didn’t catch up to me Dad… I killed those vamps all of them, by myself.” you rebutted.
John cocked his head and brought his eyebrows together. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“No sir” you responded mechanically.
The tension was rising in the room and your brothers could feel it. They both stopped what they were doing and exchanged a worried look.
“Funny because that’s not what it sounded to me” John stated with venom lacing his voice.
You were fuming.
“How dare you” you heard yourself say. You were not really thinking about the repercussions of your actions anymore. You stared John right in the eyes and held your ground. You couldn’t believe this. Years of neglect from this man who was supposed to be your father and you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Excuse me” John was gobsmacked taking a step closer to you.
“Why can’t you just take my word for once. Why can’t you just trust me. Why can’t you just get it through your head maybe I’m okay at hunting that maybe I saved your ass tonight if I hadn’t distracted those vamps.”
“Don’t take that tone of voice with me Y/N. I’m pretty sure as a fully grown man I could have taken on three vamps by myself. If anything the boys and I would have finished that nest in half the time if we didn’t have to worry about you the whole time. You made the hunt harder. You were a hindrance. You didn’t help. You never help”
“Oh bullshit! I took half those vamps!” you shouted back.
John had never been so angry at any of his children before, and couldn’t hold it anymore. He swung his arm back and slapped you hard in the face making you fall to the ground.
The room went silent as you put a hand to your now hot face. All remaining respect and loyalty you had to your father shattered with that one slap. Your brothers were just standing wide eyed. John had never hit them before. But they didn’t say anything, they were to scared of their Dad.
You hurriedly pushed away the tears rolling down you cheeks and stood back up, centimetres from John’s raging and sad face. You could tell he regretted hitting you as he stared at the damage he had done to his little girl. You already had swelling around your eye making it hard to see through. Purple splotches were already appearing on the delicate skin around your swollen eye. A steady stream of blood had started to freely flow from where your fathers wedding ring hit you and a burning red hand print covered half your face.
“How dare you raise a hand to me. You only daughter, your youngest child. You are no father of mine. I don’t even know who you are anymore" you confessed. John looked like he was going to hit you again but you pulled a knife from it’s block and stabbed it down on the counter top in the spaces between John’s resting fingers, “If you lay a hand on me again and I’ll make damn sure it’s the last thing you do. I don’t care if your my father, your dead to me as far as I’m concerned.” You coldly informed with tears brimming at the edges of your eyelids. You pulled the knife out of the counter top and rested it back in the knife block, before turning on your heel and walked to your room.
Your grabbed your duffel bag and your things, which in honesty wasn’t much. You grabbed your clothes but also packed Dean’s Metallica t-shirt and Sam’s over sized flannel. You couldn’t hold back the tears as you the realised that you would be losing you brothers now as well. You also packed your mother’s necklace and a bundle of photos that were in your possession when Sam slipped into you room. “Y/N what are doing? Please just slow down, he didn’t mean it Y/N” You turned to see him with tears falling down your face, now only just seeing out of the hit eye. You saw his puppy eyes soften as he took in your battered appearance stepping over and pulling you into a tight protective embrace. “I-I can’t Sammy, I can’t do this a-anymore. I’m so sorry” you said. “I know, I know” Sam agreed. “That’s why I have to go… I’m so sorry Sammy” you weeped as you pulled away from the embrace and walked out of the room. Sam was left heart broken and your tears staining his shirt. You came to the main room where Dean stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, blocking your way to the front door. “Please move Dean, just please let me go” you sobbed barely holding it together. “You can’t leave Y/N, you can’t walk out on this family.” He ordered. It scared you seeing him turning into Dad, no John you corrected yourself. Not your precious brother who was too naive to see past his father’s rule.
“Dean. I’m not giving up on this family. I’m giving up on John. I don’t want to leave you guys but you know I have to. Mum wouldn’t want me to be treated like this and you know it.” You stammered out which took the breath out of Dean as his heart broke with yours as he realised you were right. He reluctantly stepped aside and let you walk past but pulled you in for a tight hug before you got to the door.
“Where will you go? What are you going to do Y/N? Do you even have a plan?” Dean’s voice shook. He was so worried for seeing his little sister walk out so young, into the world. He was always trying to protect you from the world and now you are walking straight into it by yourself. He was conflicted in wanting to protect you and letting you do what you wanted. It was your life at the end of the day.
You inhaled Dean’s scent one more time, the smell of home which you were going to miss so dearly before pulling out of the embrace and looking him in the eyes. “No” you replied simply finishing with a small laugh whilst dragging away unfallen tears as you ran a fingertip against you eyelid. “But I’ll figure it out Dean. You know I’ll be fine” you finished. “I know, I know. It’s just… I don’t know what I’m going to do without you around.” Dean admitted looking down trying to hide his vulnerability.Your heart shattered even more. You had never really grasped how the boys depended on you which made this decision even harder to follow through. You placed a kiss on Dean’s check and smiled as his gaze flickered back to yours, “You’ll figure it out…bye Dean” you breathed before tearing your hands from his grasp and walking out the door before you could change your mind. Dean went to follow you but Sam held him back, “No Dean” he huffed, “We can’t make her stay, it’s her choice now, she’ll be okay” he concluded. Instead they watched as you walked into the night and towards the bus shelter. As you walked further away from your father, you felt like a weight was lifting off your shoulders due to finally being free of his rule. But you also felt guilty leaving your brothers. No, you thought, they will be fine. They are the adults not you. You just need to worry about, yourself. You will be fine you thought as you hopped onto the late night bus. You paid for your ticket with some spare change and took your seat down the back of the bus. You stared out the window to see Sam and Dean staring at you with sad puppy dog eyes. Dean looked frightened in his green eyes as he watched you sit down. Whilst Sam pressed his lips into a hard line, you knew he understood better then Dean. He had talked about leaving and going to college himself. You hoped that he goes, you thought to yourself as you waved to your brothers out the window. Tears rolling down more ferociously then ever, as you realised this was going to be the last memory you would have of your brothers for a long time. The bus pulled away from the curb and you finally allowed yourself to mourn losing your family. But it wasn’t going to be forever. You’ll see your brothers again you promised yourself. Somewhere at sometime in the future you knew that your paths would cross again but until then you had to go it alone.

okay but Dex and Nursey’s arguments have definitely devolved into that thing that you’d always do to your younger siblings with the “Stop hitting yourself!” thing.

Dex will be like, “Why are you sitting so close to me? I don’t need you touching me.” So of course Nursey just has to like poke him or something, which naturally escalates to him grabbing Dex’s wrist and making him slap himself in the face, complete with, “Stop hitting yourself! Why are you slapping yourself Dex? Come on brah, get it together, can’t you control your own hands?”

At some point Dex just goes into Hulk Mode ™ and like tackles him onto the gross couch and there’s probably a lot of sexual tension idk.

Meanwhile, Chowder looks into the camera like he’s on the office and shakes his head. Kids these days.

@ sephora employee who said i need to buy makeup brushes,, do i LOOK like the type?? no. im gonna go home and i am gonna slap this shit on my face like fingerpaints and you know it


Was tagged by @dreamingundone to post six selfies of the year, so here we are! Have some progress shots of my pink hair fading out before I finally re-dyed it. Also, yes, I take all my selfies in the same place because of The Good Lighting that allows me to look at my face without feeling the need to slap a snapchat filter on, lmao

Tagging in @hiddenpolkadots @caramelkru @wellamyblake @goldenheadfreckledheart @marauders-groupie @arteomis and @cupcakeblake if you guys are up for it!

Every so often I remember just how much I sympathize with Ford's 'trust no one' statement

Because at the point in his life when he wrote the he really HAD been betrayed by the only three people that even registered to him in his existence.

Stan broke his project and ruined his chances at a good college (obviously this was an accident on Stan’s part but Ford didn’t know this nor did Stan’s words during there fight work to help the situation)

Fiddleford 1) went behind his back and erased his mind against his will (as seen in the black light preview page) 2) went behind his back and wrote up all his research (which, while done out of kindness I can see, from a sciences point of view, how it would be a slap in the face) and 3) in his mind he abandoned him halfway through a project (mind you Fiddleford had every reason and right to do this but this is all looking at it from Ford’s pov)

And then there was Bill…need I even say more??

So ya, I honestly don’t blame Ford for having trust issues. I wouldn’t blame him if he STILL had trust issues (even though he is obviously still trying to work through them) because, let’s be honest, the only three people in his life that he ever trusted betrayed him. So ya. I don’t blame him at all

svt as bobs burgers quotes
  • seungcheol: "listen, you're my children and I love you, but you're all terrible at what you do here."
  • jeonghan: "is it possible to be in love with twenty five people at once?"
  • jisoo: "no boys, no parties, no summoning spirits."
  • junhui: "brr. it sure is cold in here. I wish some strong, chivalrous man would lend me his jacket... or his pants."
  • soonyoung: "you should know when you hold hands with me, you're holding hands with everything I've ever eaten."
  • wonwoo: "if you need me I'll be down here on the floor… dying."
  • jihoon: *whispers* "was it obvious I don't care?"
  • seokmin: "do you think horses get songs stuck in their heads?"
  • mingyu: "time for the charm bomb to explode."
  • minghao: "I just wanna slap your hideous, beautiful face!"
  • seungkwan: "I don't need a boy to pay attention to me, I'll pay attention to myself."
  • hansol: "let's release the lobster back into the supermarket from whence it came."
  • chan: "I've eaten nine birthday cakes and I still feel empty."

Sometimes i wish ppl would appreciate art more. I feel like its one of those things people are like “wow cool!” and then forget about. People take it for granted. Art is literally everywhere and all around us yet people kind of brush it off. Its not really supported in schools and wages are low for people who do art/design related jobs. 

Not only that, people think art is easy. Yeah you dont need to be academically strong to get into a good art college, but all of that stress is shifted onto creativity, talent, skill, originality, style and more. It takes years to develop skill and creativity and it takes hours, weeks, months to create major works. One time some boy told me “I could win 500$ too in that design competition if I paid someone to do the work lol” Ill never forget how disrespected i felt, it was literally a slap in the face to all the time, effort, skill, and creative process i put into my work. Not only that, hes literally suggesting stealing and taking credit for someone’s work is rewarding lmao

People think artists live a life of passion, enjoying their jobs, stress free when in actuality its probably just as stressful if not more than jobs in science, math, law, etc. you have to constantly be creating new stuff, and its not always things you love. you have to cater to people too if ur going to be a successful designer. 

I’ll always have an appreciation for people who put art out there, and im glad i can be in a community here where art is embraced. Ill always appreciate artists of any kind, in any field, whether its abstract, graphic, illustrative, design, sculpture, photography, etc. even creative writing, drama, and poetry is art. Artists’ brains are all built differently, we see things others don’t and it can be either a terrifying or a beautiful world. Ill always appreciate artists who pour out their feelings and messages in their works because its great to have an outlet when you don’t want to state things directly or its impossible to. Whether your art is visually pleasing, hyperrealistic, a mess of colors, strange, twisted, its all beautiful. It’s a beautiful personalization. it all has a message and a significance, because there is a reason why you made the piece and spent time creating it. 

I feel like in this world we are all just losing passion and appreciation for these things. People don’t want to fund art schools or build programs for artists. You tell people youre an artist or you want to go to art school and they look at you as if youre less intelligent than them. but you’re not, you’ll always have something they don’t. You’ll always have a skill and a mind that those people who have shamed you or judged you for wish they had. Dont let them just brush you off. 

             Will and Grace: Karen Walker One Liner Starter Sentences
                              warnings of: drug use, alcoholism, and nsfw-ish

  • “Honey… What is this? What’s going on? What’s happening?”
  • “If it has genitals on the outside it’s hiding something on the inside.” 
  • “Tact is for people who aren’t witty enough to be sarcastic.”
  • “Oh hey! Somebody got flowers. Or as I like to call them, poor people jewelry.” 
  • “If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I’ll drink with you.”
  • “I’m too tired to slap you, would you bash your face against my palm?”
  • “You say potato, I say vodka.”
  • “The only other person I’ve apologized to is my mother/father and that was court ordered.”
  • “Poor people are just plain clever.” 
  • “Light beer? What’s next, non addictive pain killers?” 
  • “You’ll do it like every self-respecting woman does. Get on your back, point your heels to Jesus and think of hand bags.”
  • “That’s like saying Prada’s are just shoes, or vodka is just a morning beverage!”
  • “By your inflect I can tell you think what you’re saying is funny, but no.”
  • “Oh my God, how can you drink straight orange juice first thing in the morning?”
  • “NO! I will not have sex for money! I only have sex for jewels, furs, or mixed securities, like a lady.”
  • “He was such a gentleman. He opened the door for me, I opened my shirt for him.”
  • “It’s not something you can just run away from like a hotel bill… or a crying baby.”
  • “Why don’t you save your anger for the bedroom, where it belongs.”
  • “Drink me, I make life more fun. Anyone from a high school senior to a hobo under a bridge knows that!” 
  • “Honey, it’s a waste of time. Like exercise. Or reading to your kids.”
  • “OK, Rule number 1: Unless you’re served in a frosted glass, never come within 4 feet of my lips.”
  • “Oh honey, that’s just a saying, like ‘Ooh. That sounds like fun’… or ‘I love you’.”
  • “Well, you’re all boring and I’m fun.”
  • “I don’t look, I get looked at.” 
  • “Please tell ____ that he should redirect his anger at his mother where it belongs.”
  • “Sorry I’m late. Oh God, that sounded insincere… I’m late!”
  • “Honey… we talked about this blouse/shirt…”
  • “That’s your laugh? Sounds like a squirrel orgy.”
  • “Oh, Good Lord. You know you shouldn’t look, but there is a certain morbid fascination.”
  • “Alright! I met him in a bar! He flirted with me, thought I was a whore! Made me feel…I don’t know, special!”
  • “Honey… if you look inside this bag, i’m giving you a little sign language right now!”
  • “You know what those rocks need? A little scotch.”
  • “Because I’m a lady/gentleman assface.”
  • “I’m not good or real, I’m evil and imaginary.”
  • “How did you hurt your back? Running away from good taste?”
  • “I’ve got a fake laugh with your name all over it.”
  • “Honey, I’m busy. Touch yourself.” 
  • _____, that blouse/shirt hurts like a hangover.” 
stop reblogging stolen gifs

(this got long but it’s important; please read and reblog to spread awareness)

it has happened to me multiple times now that people have stolen my gifs and made their own posts with them. our fandom is so small and there are so few people who actually make new content and stealing gifs or reblogging stolen gifs is a slap in the face to them. 

some people who do it simply don’t know better because they’re new to tumblr or fandom in general. others do it on purpose while knowing it’s wrong just to boost their own blog.

what makes them keep doing it is that it works. they get notes for things they didn’t create. i’ve seen so many blogs i follow reblog stolen stuff. respectable blogs in the fandom with a lot of followers. and frankly you need to stop. stop reblogging stolen gifs. and no “but i didn’t know” is not a good enough excuse because in 90% of the cases it’s painfully obvious.

“but how do i know?” you might ask. easy. here are things to look out for:

  • coloring: different coloring styles in the same set. colorful gifs with pastel gifs. bright gifs with dark gifs etc.
  • sizing: if some gifs in a set are blurry but others are crisp click them to see the individual size. if there are both 100x100 gifs and 245x135 gifs in a set it’s probably stolen. most glaringly is if there’s a 500px gif and multiple smaller ones in the same set
  • text: more than one text style for subtitles in the gifset. different fonts. different font sizes. varying distance between the text and the lower edge of the gif

“i think something is stolen what should i do?”

  1. most importantly do not reblog it
  2. if you know who made the gifs, tell them
  3. or ask a “bigger” blog in the fandom if a) they think the gifs are stolen and b) if they know who made them

“omg one of my gifs was stolen. i’m so upset. what should i do?”

  1. keep calm
  2. message them. maybe they didn’t know the “rules”. most people are sorry and delete the post if you ask them in a civil fashion
  3. if they a) deny they stole your stuff or b) won’t delete the post you can block them and make a post about it. you have every right to call them out on it and warn other gifmakers and people that might reblog their posts otherwise
  4. if for whatever reason you don’t think you can do #2 or #3 personally. ask a friend or a “bigger” blog to message them for you

Daytime Glam Makeup Tutorial

There are many occasions where us girls (and guys), are required to get dressed up to the nines, but it’s daylight outside… Which leaves many of us thinking ‘what makeup do I go for?’

For instance, a Wedding! You’re a guest and you want to look your best, but you don’t feel comfortable slapping on your regular evening-makeup. You know you are going to be photographed so you need something glam just not OTT - but what?

OR, you are off out on a lunch date, where your face needs to look flawless, like it did in the dim lighting of the club where you first met your hot date last week, but only this time you can’t get away with the heavy contour & black smokey eyes!! Argh!!! 

Fear not… I have you covered!
Whether you have hooded eyes, mono-lids, almond shaped eyes or even round eyes, you can all sport style of eye makeup. You may just need to tweak the shades to suit your skin tone. 

A soft smokey eye with glamorous lashes will give your face exactly what it needs to feel and look beautiful.
Lashes for daytime might seem daunting at first, but I promise you they will look super! It’s all about the lashes!!!
The key to making this look soft is to use lighter shades to create the smokey eye, drop the usual dark liquid eyeliner and opt to darken just the roots of your lashes with a dark Brown / Black powder or Kohl.
Also, substitute the Black along the waterline for a Cream or White eyeliner - not only is this more flattering for daytime, it will also make your eyes appear bigger! 

This WILL transform your regular evening eye-makeup into stunning daytime glam! Then, in the evening you can easily amp-it-up by simply darkening your waterline and adding a little liquid liner across your top lid! 

I have added in links below to all the products used in this tutorial. I always try to grab a UK link as they often ship to the EU also. And then a worldwide link, usually US based, but most ship worldwide. 

Charlotte Tilbury Magic Foundation

Charlotte Tilbury Magic Cream

Nars Radiant Creamy Concealer

F17 Camouflage Concealer Brush - Blank Canvas Cosmetics USE DISCOUNT CODE ‘SHONAGH’ FOR 10% OFF

MAC Shaping Powder - Emphasize

Zoeva 134 Pro Fusion Brush - Available online as of January 11th 2016

MAC Vanilla Eyeshadow

E24 Flat Shader Brush - Blank Canvas Cosmetics USE DISCOUNT CODE: SHONAGH for 10% OFF

Urban Decay Naked 3 Palette - Strange, Nooner, Darkside

MAC Wedge Eyeshadow

E26 Blending Brush - Blank Canvas Cosmetics

E23 Pencil Brush - Blank Canvas Cosmetics USE DISCOUNT CODE: SHONAGH for 10% OFF

Tarte Cosmetics Inner Rim Brightener Pencil

Urban Decay Ink For Eyes (24/7) - Perversion  

Zoeva 240 Luxe Petit Pencil Brush - Available online as of January 11th 2016

Too Faced Better Than Sex Mascara

MAC 35 Lashes

Peaches & Cream Singular Lash Inserts:

MAC Nylon Eyeshadow

Urban Decay Naked Skin Concealer

Soap & Glory Kiss Ass Concealer

Zoeva Pro 134 Fusion Brush

MAC Pro Sculpt Defining Powder

Zoeva 130 Luxe Contour Definer

Benefit Hoola

Milani Blush - Luminoso

F15 Blank Canvas Contour / Highlight Brush Cosmetics - ‘SHONAGH’ for 10% OFF

MAC Patisserie (Matte)

MAC Patenpolish Lip Pencil Innocent

I know it hurts so bad that the pain in your chest feels like it will swallow you whole. I know that if you try to be around people so it gives you something to occupy your time but the second your alone, you’re thoughts consume you to tears on the brink of your beautiful eyes. I know that the first sight of him with someone else will rip you to shreds feeling like someone slapped you across the face. I also know that you miss him so much that you keep wishing over and over that it could go back to before and that you’ll want to text him… But don’t. Do not torture yourself, delete his ass. He left and you’re only remembering the good stuff, because anger fades. You will find someone who cherishes you. Even tho it kills you, you need to give yourself time and keep trucking along day after day without looking back. Cause I know that one day you will wake up and feel good, not wanting him back. You will have a great guy in front of you that makes you wanna keep looking forward. So don’t give up, because great things are coming. You just don’t know it yet.
—  Melindacaroline

So this is Greg, better known as Onision. Many people hate him. I, when I first saw him three years ago, did as well. But I decided to watch him again about four months ago, and can I just say this; I love Greg. When I started watching him again, I was not doing good. I was not eating, considering killing myself, all this stuff right. Well he gave me the harsh slap in the face (not literally) that I needed. He made me realize that I don’t have it so bad. He made me realize that I should be grateful for what I have, because many people have it a lot worse. People don’t like him because he expresses his opinion. I love him because he does that. Just because you don’t agree with an opinion doesn’t give you the right to hate on the person whose opinion it is. I don’t agree with all of his opinions, but I’m a decent human being who knows how to accept that other people think differently from me. If you hate on him for hating something you like, than you’re being a hypocrite. I grew up and realized that it’s ok for other people to support things that I don’t. I grew up and learned to take a joke. Yes, he will sometimes make jokes about sensitive topics. But if you get upset by that, then just don’t watch it! It’s that simple! It’s his channel and he can do and say what he wants. That’s all I’m gunna say for now. Greg, if you’re reading this, just know that I love you and that I’ll always support you


“Clint what are you doing.” You groaned, your dressing gown hardly putting up any protection to the cold outside. Clint proudly stood with two pumpkins in his hands and one immature grin slapped onto his face.

“(Y/N) we can’t waste anytime, we need to stock up on sweets too. We should be that extra cool house that gives out big bars of chocolate!” He squealed pushing past you and into your kitchen. You slammed your front door shut and turned around.

“You don’t even live here.”

“Well I do now.”



You were in desperate need of clean clothes, You and your current clothes were extremely dirty and all you wanted right now was to at least change into something clean. 

You went into a secluded area away from all of the boys and started to undress yourself. In doing so, you hadn’t noticed that the guys could still visibly see you. 

Frypan had been staring for far longer than he should have and Newt, your boyfriend, had noticed this. He slaps him on the back of the head and he turns around to face Newt.

“Bloody hell, man,” Newt scoffed. “I catch you looking at my girl again and I’ll make sure all of the cranks and grievers out in the world come and take care of you.”

Frypan definitely took the hint and moved away from Newt without  uttering a word.