Colourpop is restocking this palette on wednesday, June 28th. Retail price is $16

This palette is the first taste of Colourpop eyeshadows for me. I know, I’m late jumping on the bandwagon. I haven’t tried the Super Shock eyeshadows and I’m only just now trying the pressed shadows. I really didn’t know what to think of this palette. When I saw it online, I knew that I had to have it. That yellow is gorgeous! The warm tones are basically all that I use lately. So I knew this needed to be a piece in my collection. The $16 price sold me. I bought it the minute it released online. When it got to me and I swatched it, I was a little iffy. The shimmers swatched beautifully and some of the matte shades crumbled. These shadows are so soft. There is a lot of kick-up when using a brush, and I warn you to be careful while swatching. If you’re not careful then you’ll have chunks of shadow flying out of the palette. Now, let’s talk about performance. I was amazed at the pigmentation of the mattes. Holy smokes, that yellow blew me away! I almost lost my breath! The shimmers are incredible when used with a little bit of Fix Plus or other makeup spray. Sometimes shimmers need a little moisture to really pop. That’s average. I use Fix Plus on my more expensive and high end shadows too. The Colourpop shadows are so easy to blend. I didn’t have an issue with any of the shades I used. My favorites in the palette are the yellow tones and the bright tangerine/orange. The yellow toned shimmer is so bright. Seriously, every time I look in the mirror I’m a little taken aback. 1) I don’t think I’ve ever used a yellow eyeshadow so it’s different and so so pretty and 2) it’s so vibrant. 

My verdict for this palette: GET IT BEFORE IT SELLS OUT AGAIN!!

CONS: This palette is small, and the size of the shadows themselves are small. The packaging gets really dirty. The shadows have a lot of kick-up and the packaging is white. No mirror. 

PROS: Great for travel! This palette is so slim and small. You could take this with you anywhere and it’s really easy to store. Durable packaging and strong magnetic closure. 

you remember the first taste of him from a clumsy, unsure kiss. how it deepened quickly, and how it had felt to have his fingers thread through your hair. christ, it was like sin. it was all you wanted to taste for the next week–hell, the next year, maybe, if you could.

how it was sweet, like the reddened curve of his lips, and sharp, like the devil that came out in his bony fists. never, even through seventy years of hell, could you forget wide baby blues, how dirty blond hair flopped, mussed, over his forehead. the way that the grin he gave was bright enough to light half of Brooklyn alone, could make even the darkest alleys seem inviting. maybe you fell in love with him then: though you think it was probably sometime before. maybe before you even knew that love was more than ma’s kisses on your cheeks and letting your sisters have the first helpings when food was low.

no one had ever prepared you for the way it felt, how your body was a wood shanty and he was a hurricane, mighty winds blowing to make you tremble to your knees. you’d never been gladder to be at someone’s mercy than you were at his. and were you ever at his mercy: he could crook his little finger and you would follow, drawn on an invisible leash, a red string tied to both your pinkies.

the way it felt when he pillowed his head on your chest at night, broad hand with its beautiful fingers right beside his nose, like home, like that spot on your chest was made just for him, his golden blond hair yours to run your fingers through. shoulder bony under your palm until you picked that hand up, you always did, to play with those slim fingers until his breathing evened out as much as it could with its asthmatic wheeze and you were left, in the pale darkness, to marvel at this person. how he was yours and you were his.

—  adjustments to civilian life: snapshots of bucky barnes

Hank getting his first taste of watermelon.

anonymous asked:

Why do we always see Frisk or Chara ? We want some Asriel !

I have a LOT of drawings for him and the sketches are finished– I just need to render them;; the **second one was the one I accidentally overwrite from last year //cries

I wish you can see yourself the way I see you.
I wish you wouldn’t beat up yourself so much every night for every bad decision you’ve made.
I hope you don’t lay awake thinking I’m going to leave because of that. I’m here. I’m always here.
You’re my bad decision , and I’ve tasted what it feels like to do the wrong thing and now I can’t go back.
You stay up questioning your sanity and I’m here to tell you we can be both insanely intolerable together.
You’re the first drug I’ve tasted, you’re the guilty pleasure I’m supposed to quit, but I’m terrible at quitting things.
—  maa-88 
Transference (M) – Chapter 05

cr. [X]

Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 10,216

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, BDSM, shibari, dom/sub roleplay, profanity.

A/N: Here is the long awaited Hoseok POV chapter. If you haven’t read Chapters 1-4 already, I highly recommend doing so by using the links below.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

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Defects (M)

Muses: jungkook x reader
Genre: Angsty angst angst
Warning: mentions of cheating, sex (it’s all over the place) and plain old defect in the soulmate system.
Words: 4.1k
Note: Wrote all this Jungkook’s cover, Beautiful, a Goblin OST is on replay.

Concept: Every time you meet your soulmate, your pocket watch will start counting down the time you have with them until you part. For the amount of time you’re away from each other, whether it’s a month, a day, or just hours, the time is at a pause as your watch stares back at you with unmoving hands on the 12th hour. When you meet again, the countdown restarts.

Summary: Your watch comes alive in Jungkook’s presence, but often time, never as long as you will it to be no matter how hard you pray to the fates. The moments with him are fleeting and brief like the akin-to magical seconds you spend watching the cityscape buzz to life on nights you can’t sleep - nights Jungkook isn’t there to kiss your worries away and disappear like the wind blowing through cities at the break of dawn. When your the hands on your watch stills with glaring zeroes, you know where he’s at, you know who he’s with - he goes back to her, the woman who his time starts and ends with.

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Tater and Bitty become fast friends and that’s all I’ve ever really wanted

Tater is like an overprotective St. Bernard: large, affectionate, and unable to gauge personal space. Jack’s continually surprised and pleased when Tater manhandles Bitty like a favorite younger brother. They’ve struck up this cheerful, affectionate friendship. Tater watches out for Bitty, but he also genuinely likes him and food. Bitty’s adopted Tater into their friend circle, which Tater needed. Bitty was the only one who’d noticed what an outsider Tater is.

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1) Daehwi walked back and forth and looked at the bus ad in front of his school for a long time, and said “Waa~ it’s so great!” (우앙 짱 종아!)

2) Then he left with a bounce in his step.

3) Another person saw him on the street and said he walked in a disciplined way. She told Daehwi she voted for him and Daehwi thanked her.

Conclusion: Daehwi is a smol who keeps wearing the same clothes (I must have seen this outfit on 3 different days now). Off the stage, he really is just a tiny 16-year-old kid who is having his first taste of what all this feels like. Support this pure smol.

concept: the first time sherlock pulls john into a giddy excited hug. the first time he’s overcome with happiness and in that happiness he pulls john to him. john, stunned, as sherlock punches out a laugh and pulls john in, chest quaking with joy against him. john, with a sudden armful of happy sherlock, a sherlock who in celebration wants john closer, a sherlock who has dropped some shield, some wall, and pulled john across that boundary into his orbit, where john has always wanted to belong. 

and then sherlock’s laugh slows, and his cheeks pinken as he realises that john isn’t pulling away, that john is holding him back. that time has stopped. that the air has gone out of the room. 

that the moment has arrived.

okay, john will say, and he will lean in and taste sherlock’s happiness for himself. sherlock’s joy and sherlock’s shock and sherlock’s disbelief and sherlock’s hope and then john will also know what it’s like to taste sherlock’s giggles, to taste finally, to taste i know, me too, the way it would’ve tasted that first night when john looked back over his shoulder to sherlock’s curious smile where he was leaning against the wall at the foot of the stairs. and sherlock will know it too. and they’ll both know, for once, for forever, know what they should have known from the start: love, a shared love, so deep and so strong and so true, and john will say okay and taste everything sherlock hasn’t said over the last however many weeks or months or years, okay, and sherlock will look and he will see everything he didn’t dare to see, okay, and then the rest will begin.

Let Me Love You

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Let Me Love You by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader 

Reader is getting over a bad breakup and ready for a rebound hook up. Thankfully she meets a gorgeous green-eyed stranger who is down for a night of bliss.

Warnings: This is pure Smut. NSFW, Explicit, hook up sex, fingering, oral, anal play, language, alcohol. So basically my usual. | WC: 3183 | On AO3

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘s 2K Follower Challenge, and an addition to my album challenge for @mrs-squirrel-chester‘s Album Fanfic Challenge. 

I met Sam when he came to the university library one afternoon. He was sweet, funny, and a little nerdy. It seemed like I never met nice guys anymore. And after my disaster of a relationship and subsequent nasty breakup, it was nice to be interested in someone again.

“So you’ve been in Amherst for a few days?” I asked, shuffling through discarded books on the table.

Sam studied the maps in front of us for a moment, before he focused on my question. “Yeah, my brother and I are working here on a job.”

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Country Solangelo!

I don’t know why this popped up in my head, but can we all just imagine Will Solace as a bona fide country boy?  Can we imagine Will dragging Nico home for a few weeks in Summer?

  • Naomi Solace, alt-country singer, having a fit when she sees how skinny Nico is, and insists on him having second helpings of everything?
  • Nico’s first taste of Non-Camp barbecue resulting in him getting about three more servings.
  • Will Solace’s childhood home not being in a suburb, but on a rural farm, complete with Horses, a garden full of vegetables, and a two story farmhouse with a wrap around porch.  Nico being in absolute awe when he first sees it.
  • Nico being scared to death about being introduced as Will’s boyfriend, mainly because he’s just deathly afraid that he’ll be rejected or hurt, but instead he’s given a bear hug by both Naomi and Will’s Grandmother, and given a proper handshake (which gives Nico a sense of his being old as hell) by Will’s maternal grandfather.  Even Will’s mortal friends don’t give a crap that they’re gay, which ends Nico’s thoughts on a stereotypical southern community.
  • Nico in overalls, which amuses Will to no end.  Will in a cowboy hat, which Nico insists he should wear more often.
  • Will showing Nico the grove of oak trees that his treehouse was built in.  Nico and Will subsequently making out in that treehouse.
  • Nico learning to ride Reba, Will’s favorite horse (and also his favorite Singer)
  • Skinny-dipping in a swimming hole, which Nico is hesitant to do, but relents.  He later drags Will out there in the middle of the night, which results in some hastily made up stories the next day.  Nico can’t walk because he was totally just riding Reba all Night.  Both know all too well that Nico bruised his tailbone trying to swing from a rope into the hole.
  • Campfires out by the old, dilapidated barn, complete with s’mores and a ton of cuddles.  Will telling Nico Ghost stories, and Nico pretending to be scared, if only to be in Will’s embrace.
  • Nico being afraid to touch the plants at first, as he is sure he doesn’t have a green thumb, to helping Grandma Solace weeding the garden on a daily basis, where the two discuss what life was like in the 30s.  Nico doesn’t remember much of the Great Depression, as he was young.  But he remembers the war too clearly.
  • Grandpa Solace telling stories of his time in the War, including D-Day.  When he peels his shirt off to show everyone the scars left by shrapnel, Will is beet red from embarrassment, and Nico is as pale as a ghost.
  • Will’s extended family descending on the farm for a few days, which results in hastily memorized names, a ton of photo opportunities, and a hay ride with Will and his cousins.  Later on, Will takes the rusted up truck and they go for a joyride, and maybe a late night shake.
  • Nico and Will being permitted to share a room, where they cuddle under a homemade quilt.  For once, Nico doesn’t have nightmares.
  • Nico getting a knitted sweater from Will’s Grandma, which is apparently a ‘Welcome to the Family’ gift.
  • Will being overjoyed at the fact that, by the time they leave, Nico’s gained some weight, a healthy glow, and the fact that maybe Nico’s addicted to his Grandmother’s lemonade.
  • Nico feeling more at home on a rural farm in Texas than he has nearly anywhere else, and insisting that they go back every chance they get.
  • Will happily obliging, on the condition that Nico has to wear the Overalls at least once every time they go.

I dunno why, but Country Boy Will is something I’ve found strangely cute these last few days.  Southern Hospitality is a thing, and Nico would be shaken by the fact that they aren’t as vocal about the gay thing as one may realize.

thinksnow  asked:

right so im probably really gay for this but i was thinking about alec and magnus walking around the institute talking and turning corners and without realizing it suddenly ending up at the doors of the church where they first kissed- was that inside the institute too? whatever- and deciding to go inside and there'd be something about the lighting that would bring back old feelings and spark new ones too...

it was a wednesday and the institute was bathed in that hazy multicolored glow it always had in the middle of the day. the light spilled through the stained glass windows in thick shards, making everything fuzzier as those bright colors pooled on everything. in the main rooms it was busy, the bustle making it hard to appreciate the beautiful light, but they had been walking for a while and by now they had found a part of the institute that was still and almost peaceful.

magnus wasn’t sure when it had gotten so quiet. they had started walking to talk over the plans for a mission, elbow to elbow. but as they got deeper into the institute, their fingers brushed and magnus glanced at alec, watching the easy smile that pulled at his lips. before long they were holding hands, their fingers entwined. and at some point the conversation had switched from work to what they were having for dinner and then all that conversation had gotten lost entirely in the quiet hum of the deeper areas of the institute.

all that was left was calm silence, a warm kind of silence that wrapped around them, the kind of silence humming between the shafts of pink light that were catching on the edges of their faces and burning against their twined fingers as magnus’s thumb stroked the side of alec’s hand. back here the institute felt like a place of quiet reverence and not an army base. it felt like a place of quiet reflection, of peace and calm. but that wasn’t what magnus was thinking about.

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