BOOF! finally got that FtM makeup tutorial out! works for cosplay, or everyday. short, sweet, and more of what to do, and less of why. Mostly just makeup procedure, and some handy tricks to increase the manly.
and for supplementary material, this is the guide that i base 70% of my method on:
(alterations for my method: sharp line cheek contour, no highlight in the inner eye, extended cheek highlights, highlight along the jaw top, as well as shadow on the bottom, darker areas under the eye and in the corner of the eyes.)
Nursey doesn’t usually go to these things alone. He can usually find a date - or at least a friend - to make everything a little less awkward. This is Jack and Bitty’s wedding, though, which means that all of his friends are already here. It also means that the only person he would want to bring as a date is already here, too, looking unfairly dapper in his grey suit.
He’s jumping around on the dance floor with Chowder and Farmer when the DJ announces that she’s switching over to a slow song, and he ducks out to sit down at the table.
He doesn’t mind sitting and watching the couples dancing, Chowder lifting Farmer off her feet to spin her around, Ransom with his face tucked into Holster’s neck, Jack leaning down so his forehead rests on Bitty’s, but he’s spent the whole damn day fantasizing about what might’ve been if he had the balls to just ask -
Liam: The guy who brought his pups and rolled the windows down so I could pet them. He was gushing about how much he loves them and he wouldn’t stop smiling and fonding. a 10/10 great experience
Louis: A guy who kept making jokes while ordering, and when told we didn’t have a sandwich anymore he yelled, “ballsack!” Bought food for all of the people in the car, and made sure I brought them enough ketchup. A true Dad™️
Niall: The regular who orders ½ the menu and I know it’s all for him, extremely nice and always slips me a tip so I can “have lunch on him.” He always says yes to an apple pie.
Harry: The college kid who asks for a kale salad and iced coffee, even though we don’t serve either. Super friendly and interested to know how my day is going, holds extended eye contact, always in a good mood?? He’s nicknamed “smiley” by my older coworkers.
I remember when there were no wlw cheating story plots…
Because there were no wlw relationships on tv.
Then I remember when there were finally wlw relationships on tv and there were still no cheating plots…
Because wlw relationships were in the background and they barely even got to make extended eye contact with each other let alone cheat on each other.
And now wlw are all over tv….
They kiss like everyone else, they fight like everyone else, have kids, have jobs… and yes they even cheat… just like everyone else.
Equality is when every type of relationship gets put through the wringer because no network or producer is going to ok 40 minutes of two people spending 13 hours watching Netflix and making googly eyes at each other.
I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes, dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’
I want your Tuesday afternoon stretching break, glasses off, laughter on, ‘just hold me for a while, it’s been a hard day.’
I want your Wednesday evening fingers through you hair, teeth biting nails, neck extended, eye glazing, ‘this paperwork never ends’
I want your Thursday night wine for two, bones unbind, muscles let loose, flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’
I want your finally Friday full soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes, fingers unfurl, hand extends, ‘come on babe, lets go wild’
I want your weekend, your movie marathon Saturday, reading by the fireplace, making love in the blankets I want your Sunday morning orange juice and cereal with blueberries, white sheets, tender skin, hair so friendly it’s standing up waving, ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.
I want forever as partners, husband and wife.
I want our love to always come first.
I’m yours on bended knees.
This… doesn’t exactly follow the prompt. I’m sorry. Or am I?
Marinette decided this akuma with all her heart. She called herself Aphrodite and apparently her powers consisted of kissing people to turn them into her servants. How lame was to be named after the goddess of love, like how entitled and pretentious. And she totally didn’t say that because Chat Nori looked with heart eyes in her direction. The akuma obviously took notice.
“Come on, Chat, snap out of it.”
“No, no, Ladybug, you don’t understand.” Chat sighed. “She is gorgeous.”
Ladybug’s jaw hit the ground. Gorgeous?! She looked at the akuma, who had green skin and golden snake like things in her hair. She needed to take this damn cat to an eye control.
“Princess.” Chat whispered and began walking towards the akuma.
Marinette was livid. But he only called her princess! What in the world? She needed to do something. “Chat.”
He pointedly ignored her and kept walking towards the akuma who got a nasty smile on her face. Chat was still looking at her with heart eyes. He extended his hand forward, reaching for the akuma. “Marinette.”
Ladybug looked flabbergasted. Marinette? But she was Marinette. What the actual fuck was going on? It took her five seconds and then she realized what was going on.
“Shit.” she cursed under her breath and run around the block and into an alley and destranformed. “Shit, shit, shit.” she kept cursing, shoving Tikki in the purse with cookies and running back to where the Akuma and Chat were. In each other arms. Marinette gritted her teeth as she sprinted down the street. Aphrodite had her arms around Chat and he looked at her as if she was his world.
“… give me your ring, please?”
Chat was about to answer her, but he was interrupted. “I don’t fucking think so hoe!”
The next thing that happened will shock you. Or not. Marinette punched the akuma in the face, sending her flying to the ground. Chat was taken out of his trance, looking from the akuma with a bloody nose on the ground to Marinette who looked ready to kill.
“Wha…aaaaa.” he didn’t get the chance to ask what happened, because Marinette lifted him and threw him over her shoulder and began running down the street like heel was on their tails.
“He is mine, you fucking bitch!” she screamed over her shoulder to the obviously confused akuma.
Well, he will get what happened later. At least the view was great. Marinette had a really cute ass.
There was a rasp of knuckles against the glass window pane, and an unmistakable smile winked out at you in the darkness as you tiptoed towards the source. You grabbed at the wooden frame, sliding the window up and cocking your head silently at a mischievous looking Kai Parker. It was two in the morning and he was alert and awake as ever, wearing a jean jacket over an old tee with black skinnies, his dark converse covered in the dirt from your garden. He giggled with contempt when met with your exasperated expression, to which you shushed him with a signal of your finger to your lips. He rolled his eyes and extended his arm for a hand, even though he was very capable of getting in without your help.
“What are you doing here?” you said, closing the window after him and quickly shutting your bedroom door.
“Cute room,” he ignored you, looking at the white walls covered in a patchwork of photos and glowing string lights.
“Kai,” you urged.
“Is it so bad for me to want to see you?” he pouted with false sadness, lower lip jutting out as he gave you those blue puppy eyes.
“I thought we agreed on no more midnight visits,” you whispered, leaning your back against the door.
“It’s not midnight, it’s two in the morning, you’re welcome,” he winked.
You ran your hands across your face with an agitated shake of your head.
“Plus,” he winked, “I like coming now, when you look really cute in your pj’s.”
You dropped your hands and gave a snort at yourself, looking over your clothes; oversized white sweatshirt, battered blue knee socks that stretched up your legs, and a messy pony that stuck out here and there.
“You do, princess” he insisted, stepping closer, the distance of your bodies clearly bothering him. He pulled you in gently by the wrists, lips planting to your forehead before he brought his arms slinking back around your waistline.
“Kai,” you bit at the inside of your cheek, “you do remember I’m living with Elena, right? As in, Elena Gilbert who hates your guts? If she or anyone else finds out about us, can you imagine what that would get me into?!”
Kai’s plump lips spread into that familiar smirk, dimples lighting his cheeks, “so there’s an us?”
You rolled your eyes, but seeing Kai flash a patient and goofy smile, chuckled in defeat, “Yes, okay, fine, there’s an us.” But…I,” your smile faltered as you pieced together a troubling thought.
“What?” Kai said with sudden worry, “tell me.” He closed the gap between your bodies, knuckles coming up to stroke your cheek lightly.
“I love what we have, Kai. And I don’t want to lose it, but if we get caught…” you trailed off.
Kai froze, his expression going serious, blue eyes saddening,”Y/N.”
“Yeah?” you raised your head, eyes meeting with his, which he promptly pulled away, his jaw pulsating lightly.
“Answer me honestly,” he whispered to the wooden floor.
You nodded, trying to catch his gaze to no prevail.
“Are you embarrassed to be with me?” he said quietly.
Your eyebrows drew together in surprise, lips tilting down, “what?”
Kai’s expression was pained as he flickered his attention back up to you, “honestly,” he said again.
“No, no,” of course not,” you murmured, fingers coming up to graze his stubble and tilt his set jaw back up to your eyes. “Why would you say that?”
He sighed and chewed at his lower lip, releasing his hold around you.
“I don’t know, Y/N,” he sighed, voice low. “But I’m not ashamed of ‘what we have here,’ and clearly you are since we’ve been playing this game for weeks.”
You closed your eyes and turned away, pacing lightly as you formulated your next words.
“It’s not like that, Kai,” you breathed lamely.
“So then what? Why do we sneak around like this all the time, I-I hate it,” he stammered, shaking his head.
You stopped in your tracks, feet planting to the ground. You raised your head, and in the reflection of the glass window you could see Kai staring at you, blue eyes glistening and slender fingers twisting at his silver rings with worry.
“I want to…” he trailed off softly, his bright eyes meeting yours in the reflection.
“Want to what?” you stood your ground, heart hammering away.
“I want to hold your hand,” Kai whispered, approaching you from behind, his fingertips coming to graze lightly against yours, sending electricity through your blood.
“I want to tell you how beautiful you are,” he flushed rose, tracing a pattern against your opened palms.
“I want to bring you flowers,” he said, swishing his hand and plucking a yellow dandelion from the air before pushing your hair softly back to tuck it snugly behind your ear.
He stepped around to stand in front of you, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he held your face in his hold, eyes darting over your features as you breathed in a shaky breath and lost yourself in his soft aroma of pines and spice.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, brushing his parted lips on the tip of your nose.
“I want to do all these things with you all the time, without having to feel scared, without having to hide how much I love you,” he said. “Because I do love you, with every beat of my dead heart, I love you.”
He stared at you, gaze intense, waiting for a response, but your words seemed frozen in your throat. He dropped his hands, taking a step back with a gulp, “but if you don’t feel like that…”
“I do,” you cut him off, taking him by the wrists and bringing him back to you. “I’m not scared to be caught because I’m scared of what people will think of me, I’m scared to get caught because I’m scared of what they’ll think of you. I couldn’t care less about judgement against myself, but if they found out, do you think they would be happy for us? I’m supposed to be ‘the good one’ you know, the one who always does the right thing, and you’re-”
“The psychopath,” he finished quietly.
“No, but you’re not,” you said, tilting his face to yours when he tried to turn. “You were outcast for something you couldn’t control, so you put these walls up because nobody would let you in. But I did. I saw a boy who was abandoned and abused to the point where no one could see him for what he was; the most clever, witty, charming, and compassionate guy I’ve had the privilege of falling in love with. But they don’t see that, and I hate it. I hate it because it means they would think you were a bad influence, because they would try and take you away from me, or hurt you, and I don’t ever want to think of a life without you in it, Malachai Parker.”
His lips trembled, tears escaping from his eyes and rolling across his sculpted cheeks.
“You love me?” he murmured, almost barely audibly, as if the thought alone was unbelievable to him.
You bounced onto your tip toes, catching his tears with little kisses before planting your lips softly against his own.
“With all my heart,” you smiled softly.
Kai smiled faintly, unable to speak as he practically flew into your arms, wrapping you in his embrace, arms firm around you as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his hands gently pulling through your locks, cool rings brushing against your flesh.
“What’s wrong?” you said into his skin, eyes closed.
“I’m happy,” he assured, “I just don’t know how to show you how thankful I am.”
“For what?” you said, brushing your lips against his jaw.
“For you,” he said.
You blushed furiously and pecked him on the lips, “you can start by being my boyfriend.”
“I like the sound of that,” he smiled against your mouth.
“You sure? I didn’t scare you off just now?” you asked.
“I’m sure,” he said, squishing his nose against yours. “I’d do it all for you.”
It wasn’t really in his life plan to get a tattoo, because, y'know - huge freaking phobia of needles over here, thank you very much! - but Stiles kept reading these things about images and words imprinted on a person’s skin actually having power in the magic books that Deaton had given him. (There were actual emissary books in the world, who knew?! They would’ve been helpful a year ago, but whatever. Deaton was still vague and cryptic as all fuck, but the books were helping now. A bit. It was hard to think of anything as helping, especially after the nogitsune, but Stiles couldn’t sleep without waking up screaming, so he figured reading these books were better than the alternative.)
After the events of the nogitsune, Stiles decides to get a tattoo without letting the others know. Derek finally finds him at the tattoo parlour and decides to stay with him, even after the end.
“Careful, Stilinski. Don’t think you can go around telling me what to do, or coddling the werewolf.”
“What does it matter to you?”
“If the feral alpha kills you, it will be my fault, as your supervisor.”
Stiles’ head whipped towards the werewolf. He couldn’t see much of him apart from his red eyes, always following Stiles. Crazy as it might sound, it comforted him. The werewolf wasn’t the rabid animal Elis seemed to picture. He was just… hurt.
There had been a tremendous amount of stress, emotional and physical tolls pressing down on all of them. There had been death, pain, sadness. Many things pushed him to act, certain moments that told him it was time to make a move.
So he left with a note to his dad and two bags of stuff before getting on a bus. Beacon Hills turned into a distant memory behind him as the bus drove through the night. No matter how much guilt he felt, there was a fire in his chest that told him he was doing the right thing for himself.
That was three years ago, and now he’s back. Armed with victory scars, a new outlook on life, and a new list of priorities.
Number 1: Derek Number 2: Himself
He’s only here for a favor, that’s it. He needs to do his job, and get the hell out.
Stiles was really hoping that after the whole Kanima and Gerard thing that things would go back to normal. Well, normal-ish? Whatever. It didn’t. She really just needed to accept that this was her life now. Werewolves are a major pain in the ass. Especially those of the Alpha variety. Ugh. She could handle a lot of bull-shit, but really? Really? Werewolves, man. Werewolves.
He folds his arms under his head and nods at Derek as he approaches, claws extended. Stiles exhales deeply, eyes fixated on the tips of Derek’s claws. “I’m ready.”
Stiles doesn’t tense under his touch like Derek thought he would. He doesn’t whimper or writhe with aborted movements to get away from Derek’s touch when he starts on the first leg of the Triskelion, the incision too shallow at first. He doesn’t ball up his fists when Derek has to dig into the beginning of the first leg to split the sinew apart deeper than before.
His heart rate doesn’t make alarming jumps and he never tells Derek to stop, not even when Derek digs his claws into the pale, vulnerable flesh of his stomach above his navel as he draws the second leg of the Triskelion.
While running in the woods, Stiles is attacked by a feral werewolf. This leaves him marked but unclaimed, which makes it open season on Stiles, which means that any wolf can claim him and take him away. Derek presents a solution, but Stiles says the price is too high. After all, it’s only his safety that is at risk, so he can say no. Right? Wrong.
Stiles is running from things he doesn’t want to face. Derek is running from a past he cannot leave behind. Their paths collide on a lonely stretch of road when Stiles’ car breaks down and Derek is the only mechanic on hand. An unexpected closeness develops, but both men are harboring secrets and Stiles may have just found the one person whose luck runs worse than his own. When the past catches up with the future, it may be one collision that neither of them can survive, and it may end up pulling everyone they love down with them.
As everything begins to unravel, choices must be made. Stiles must decide how far he’s able to go to protect the people he cares about, and what he’ll do when he hits his breaking point. Derek must decide whether he can overcome a lifetime of betrayal enough to trust in someone again, and what he’s willing to sacrifice if he is. And Scott and Allison must decide what it means to stand by your friends, and what price they are each willing to pay to do what is right.
After the disaster that was junior year, Stiles is more than ready to finish his last year of high school and move on to college. He splits his time between his studies, taking care of the pack—well and truly blossoming into his new role as the alpha’s mate—and training his powers with Deaton. At the same time he learns shocking secrets about his heritage, strange things start happening around town and to the pack themselves, and he finds himself in a race to save everyone when a new evil arrives and threatens to destroy everything he loves.
Summary:You have known Bucky Barnes your entire life and he is your twin brother’s best friend, so seeing him on a daily basis shouldn’t be all that much of a problem right? Wrong. You hate the guy, with a passion, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get rid of him. He is there, constantly, like some persistent little pest that refuses to leave from where it’s not welcome.
So what happens when you start to pick up on just why that might be? Will your strong opinion on him change or become even worse?
Note: This is the third part to my entry for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge I had the prompt “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.” and chose to have it as a Bucky x Reader fic.I’m so glad that you are all enjoying this….your feedback is appreciated soooooo much <3 This isn’t the final chapter just incase you are a little unsure at the end. There’s still more to come!
Bucky x Reader (AU)
Warnings: A swear word, angst, and some bullying towards the reader.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3
‘Enough Is Enough’ Masterlist
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
“When it comes to you I am scared of everything….mainly losing you like I did my mom, my dad, and the rest of my family. You and Steve are the only people left in my life now and I’m scared that if I let you get too close to me then you will be taken from me. I figured you hating me was the best route to take.”
In all the years you had known the male stood before you this was the first time you ever heard such raw emotion coming from him and before you could say anything to him your heart broke at the sight of tears rolling down his cheeks as his own emotions finally got the better of him and his chest heaved with the sobs building up inside him.
* * * * * * * * * *
You had been stood staring at him for a good ten minutes now, mouth
hanging open, as your mind replayed what he had just said over and over again.
It was like it was being played on an endless loop until you finally accepted
that he’d actually said it because right now you were definitely convinced you
had just been hearing things. There was no way he just confessed his feelings
to you….he hated you!
“Are you…..going to say anything or just stand there like some kind of
Although there was an amused tone to his words the look in his eyes
showed how anxious he had grown at your extended silence.
“I…” Your eyes turn to face him but words were still the last thing your
mind was attempting to conjure up. But then your face soon distorts into an
angry expression as the reality of what he said finally sank in. “…is this some
kind of sick joke? Wait…..did you and Steve BOTH plan this?!”
The anger that was beginning to build up inside of you overrode any
previous feeling of anxiety you’d had as you squared up to him and drove a
single finger hard into his chest. His eyes widened in surprise at the last
reaction he had been expecting from you.
Requested by @buckybarnesaddicted:
Hey can I have a request ? 😄 I have a cold at the moment and feel like reading a one shot where “Sherlock is taking care of you when you’re ill ” if you attached any gifs it would be awesome !!!
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 2,763
A/N: Ugh, I need this right now but in real life. Also, I suck at adding gifs, my apologies.
ever gone underwater and tried to listen to the conversation being held on the
surface? Well, that was how (Y/N) heard everyone that day. Distant, confusing,
ever smelled something so disgusting you instantly feel like fainting? That’s
how (Y/N) felt that day, even if there was nothing to be smelled because her
nose was blocked.
ever been hung over and trying to act normal? Go to work, talk to people, even
going outside to the sunlight. It’s annoying, like a hammer hitting ones skull
every time a noise can be heard, and the sunlight feels like burning one’s eye
orbs and just the thought of living feels like a nightmare.
ever been so tired you feel like you can’t move? That was (Y/N). It was almost
as the invisible elephants had tied invisible weights to her limbs just so it
was harder for her to move. Or even more logically, like a prisoner who gets to
carry the black berry around for a whole day.
coped with it. She followed John all over London, making questions, doing
research, chasing after people and stopping to have something to eat in between
all of that. She did it without complaining, only because it had to be done.
To be a
Doctor, John was very distracted – or too much into his job – to notice she was
sick. Maybe because in London the weather usually gets healthy people to have
red noses – without mentioning the massive amount of makeup (Y/N) had tried to
avoid looking like a character from Zombie Land – or maybe because (Y/N) wasn’t
complaining, but either way, John had no idea she was sick.
their work finished with a black eye on John and a few dollars less from (Y/N)’s
bag. The two friends said their good-byes and went to their own ways. John
returned home to his wife, and (Y/N) went back to Baker Street to give Sherlock
the information they had gotten.
terrible.” Sherlock commented without looking up from the files on his hands.
Summary: It’s been an unusually mundane week at the Avengers Tower, so Bucky comes up with an idea
Word Count: 1487
Warnings: Literally nothing. Like, your grandma would probably approve. (I did say ‘ass’ once tho. Sorry. Kids these days.)
A/N: This is actually the first fic I ever wrote… it’s just been sitting in my drafts for the past 6 months cos I was too chicken to post it, until now. It’s not groundbreaking or anything, but it makes me giggle and I figured spring is the perfect time to spread cheer. As always, feedback is most welcome
It had been an exhausting week for everyone, though not in the way you were used to. Normally, rough weeks meant one of two things. Either a mission had gone south and every fibre of your being was aching from physical and mental stress, or the mission was a success despite almost getting your ass handed to you several times. This week, your fatigue came from neither of those things.
Um, so I just watched “The Sign of Four,” and if you know anyone who somehow isn’t convinced that Granada totally intended for a queer reading of their Sherlock Holmes, have them watch the last two minutes of this episode, when Mary Morstan leaves 221B. Seriously. TWO MINUTES, and they are so laden with meaning that I was stunned.
After the case is solved, Ms. Morstan is with them at 221B and she talks about how tired they both must be. Holmes says something to the affirmative while walking into another room, basically dismissing her. Ms. Morstan and Watson share some extended eye contact more than once, like they have been throughout the episode, and she leaves. Then Watson and Holmes have an incredibly loaded conversation about what Holmes gets out of a case where he gets no credit, and Watson goes to sit and watch from the window as Ms. Morstan gets in her carriage.
I can’t get over it. I may write another entire meta on the double meaning in Holmes’ and Watson’s conversation about the case and the visual choices in the scene, cuz it’s all great, but I NEED to talk about the last few moments.