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"WHO RUN THIS MUTHA?"

Let’s Celebrate, Encourage, Learn from, and Love oneach other! ❤️ with that being said…

YA’LL ARE THE LIT ✨

If you’re or are an aspiring… Business owner, Mua, Fashion stylist, Hair stylist, Fashion designer, Cook, Author, Actress, Nurses, Nail tech, Doctor, Lawyer, School teacher, Model, Radio host, Engineer, News reporter, Athlete, Photographer, Dancer, Police officer, Manger, etc! KEEP DOING YA THANG ✨And if you/you’re/you..Nails poppin, Starting college, Senior in college, Starting a family, Skin glowing, Got a new job, Went out for an audition, Learned a new skill, Got a new apartment, Just got engaged, Curls poppin, Hair growing, Bundles flowing, Makeup on point, Brows Fleeky, etc. KEEP DOING YA THANG✨

Women you all are strong, ambitious, beautiful QUEENS! And you can do anything and everything you put your mind too! Whatever you’re working on right now you got it baby 💪🏽May the lord continue to bless you in every way! JUST KEEP SLAYING!!! 💅🏽 -E.

Tea Party Beneath the Waves

The prospect of liquids kept underwater is tricky, but a combination of variances in density and simple magic allow soups, potions, and teas in the deep sea.

Over the last several centuries, underwater tea parties have become all the rage. While deep sea farmers cultivate kelps and sea slimes, the most popular flavors come from The Above. The acquisition of said teas comes from a variety of sources, some legitimate (gifts and trade with travelers) to the illicit (piracy).

Please do not take away that tea is some mystical, unknowable or rare commodity. And for the love of the moon, DO NOT offer it with the airs of gifting an unknown delicacy. The ocean floor is littered with the bones of travelers and adventurers who foolishly treated mermaids as ignorant savages. Tea is a luxury because of the pleasure in enjoying it with friends, new and old.

If you are invited to an underwater tea party, dress in accordance to your comfort. If you are a formal person, feel free to style your hair and makeup dramatically. Flowing gowns, scarves, and jewelry are very popular as the currents will whisk them this-way-and-that. Perfumes will mix with your surroundings, so choose them carefully.

Modest outfits are certainly acceptable but you may be a bit overshadowed. For folk who do not wish large amounts of attention, this may be ideal.

Should you find yourself feeling a bit like a sandbar, every good
underwater tea party host keeps a spare armoire or chest of jewelry
and outfits. Simply take your host aside and ask if they have anything to help you spruce up. It will not be any trouble, I can promise, as shipwrecks are common, gatherings are meant to be enjoyed, and human treasure is not aquatic currency. If anything, you are helping your host clear out old junk that has no doubt been piling up (possibly for centuries).

Dear American Entertainment Industry,

Is it possible for a woman to have a successful career without having perfect hair, white teeth, a 26″ waist, and big boobs?

Dear British Entertainment Industry,

Thank you.

Fluffmas Day 11-Celebration (Hamilsquad x Reader)

The Winter’s Ball aka The Washingtons’ Christmas party was in full swing. The food and dancing was amazing as it was every year, since Alexander and Lafayette had joined Mr. Washington’s law firm.

There dates, John and Hercules, were also enjoying the festivities, but for all four men their was a feeling of anxiety, because they were missing one more person from there group. The last piece of their puzzle….(Y/N).

None of them had seen you since Laf and Alex told you about the party. They still remembered your reaction…

“A Winter what now?” you asked from your seat in the kitchen with a mouth full of cereal.

“The Winter’s Ball is what the Washingtons call their annual Christmas party.” answered Alexander, sipping his coffee.

“It’s a really formal party to celebrate the firm’s success. There’s dancing, food, and lots of booze. Really good booze.” explained John.

“It’s also great for me to find clients. All those rich ladies in dresses. Plus Old Man Washington dresses up as Santa when the firm’s revenues break last year’s record.” laughed Hercules, remembering the last few parties.

“Which has happened every year since Laf and I joined.” grinned Alexander, high-fiving your favorite frenchman.

“Normalement it’s just the four of us…”

“But this year we started dating you…”

“So this year you want me to go with you guys?” you asked, not being able to hide the nervousness in your voice.

You were not good at formal gatherings. Heck, you didn’t even own a formal dress! If you even went you’d probably end up embarrassing Lafayette, Alexander, John, and Hercules.

“Non, non….Well…It’d be incroyable if you could, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” comforted Lafayette.

Alexander nodded in agreement. “We understand if you’d like to sit this one out. It’s just Washington said he had some important announcement to make at the party. But if you’re nervous—”

You could see that they were really let down by you not wanting to go and it just broke your heart. The Washingtons meant a lot to your boyfriends.

He all gave them their shots at success. George took a chance on Alexander and Laf after they had immigrated to the USA when no other firm would. Martha had introduced Hercules to her friends, which really boosted his tailoring business. John was a real delinquent before Washington got him into shape.

They wanted to introduce you to some of the most important people in their lives and you had let your nerves get in the way. You couldn’t do that to them.

“Of course I want to go! I was just wondering about how I was going to do my makeup! And my dress! And hair!” you yelled, standing from your seat, placing your bowl in the sink, and racing to grab your things. “I have so much to do if I want to be ready by tonight!”

You stopped what you were doing to give your boyfriends their goodbye kisses.

“I’m taking one of the cars. Love you guys! See you tonight! I’ll meet you at the party!” You said as you raced out the door.

That’s what you said to them but the party was half way through and there was still no sign of you. They were starting to get worried. Hercules wanted to go look for you but was swarmed by potential clients and dance partners, Alex and Laf couldn’t leave Washington’s side, and John had drunk to much to drive.

When they finally met up again they were about to leave to go find you, but were stopped before they even left the ballroom.

“Everything all right, boys?” asked Mrs Washington, smiling at them with kind eyes.

“Yes, Mrs Washington. Just—”

“Alex, how many times do I have to tell you? ‘Mrs. Washington’ makes me sound like some old lady. Call me Martha. (Y/N) didn’t seem to have trouble with it.” she said.

“Sorry again. I’ll try—” started Alexander before he and rest of the guys froze.

“Did you say ’(Y/N)’, Madame?” asked Lafayette.

“Why yes I did. Lovely girl. You four are lucky to have her.” chimed Martha in Southern droll.

“How did you meet (Y/N)?” inquired John, wanting to know where you’ve been all day.

“Oh, why at this little dress shop uptown. I was looking for a nice brooch for this lovely dress Hercules made me.~ Imagine my surprise when I ended running into the very same (Y/N) you four are always going on about. I just couldn’t leave the poor girl frantically looking for a dress so I scooped her up and brought her here.~”

The guys sighed in relief, knowing you were alright. Then Alexander realized…

“Wait, if she’s here why isn’t she at the party?”

“Beauty is hard work, boys. Not everyone can be naturally handsome like George and you four. Besides she is here. See.” Martha pointed to the long spiral staircase that led into the ballroom.

Your boyfriends’ eyes widened and their jaws dropped at seeing you move down the stairs.

You were wearing a beautiful full-length black satin gown that had a soft sheen and accentuated your curves. It had a strapless bodice creating a nice hourglass figure and was further enhanced by the timeless glamour of its flowing trumpet skirt. Your makeup and hair was done with a nice vintage flair.

You were beautiful. You looked like you had stepped out of a vintage movie. The boys were completely entranced by you.

“Some of my best work. Don’t you agree? Close your mouths, dears, or you’ll catch flies.” said Martha, snapping them out of their stupor.

You smiled as you walked towards them, seemingly gliding on hair to your boyfriends.

“Hi, guys. Sorry I’m late. It had to take longer for me to get ready than I thought. Thanks again, Martha.” you said, shyly. You weren’t used to looking so fancy. Though you had to admit Laf, Herc, John, and Alex looked great in tuxedos.

“Think nothing of it, dear. Happy to help.” Martha leaned in and whispered to you. “Now I think it’s time you gave them their dances. They’ve been worried sick about you. I’ll see you later~”

You nodded and went to went enjoy your boyfriends’ company. The rest of the party was spent drinking with John, dancing with Lafayette (both of you apologizing for stepping on each other’s toes), talking with Alexander, and laughing with Hercules.

Turns out the surprise Mr. Washington had for everyone was that he was making Alexander partner in the firm. Alex was so happy, especially when he saw the look on Jefferson’s face. Looks like you were celebrating two special occasions tonight.

Angie’s Makeup Glamour, for days when you feel like shit.

because nothing says ‘beauty’ more than that ugly font that I adore

Okay, so I was asked some time ago to write beauty spells and confidence spells, because I’m a drag queen witch with low self-esteem, and I’ve been using this kind of spell for ages.

I’m not a big fan of fancy spells full of shit that I have absolutely no idea where to get, so I keep my spells practical and as simple as possible. The thing is I’ve struggled with body image my whole fucking existence, and makeup and drag are a super important part of my life and daily routine, so here is a quick and easy way to charge your makeup.

What you’ll need:

  • Makeup of your choice
  • Yourself

Let’s get started, what you wanna do is hold the container of the makeup you are charging and direct to it the intent you want it to have. I find it easy to say simple “orders”, it can be either out loud or with your inner voice, like “to make me glow” when charging a blush or a bronzer, for instance. The important is that you ~feel~ the energy flowing to your makeup, say your orders as many times as you deem necessary to make the energy stay in the makeup. You can visualize a flow of energy, you can breathe your energy, you can shout at your makeup (I did this once with a lipstick and I swear it works), it’s up to you, whatever works for you. You wanna leave it in the moonlight? Do it! Incense? Do it! Candles? Do it, but some things don’t go well with heat near them, like cream based shit.

I tend to charge my makeup once or twice a month., and everything that I use for drag has “I will transform” as well as something else. And here’s a list of the things I most commonly ‘order’ when charging my stuff.

“To conceal my flaws” - foundation, concealer

“To make me glow” - blush, bronzer, glitter

“To make me seduce” “to scare my enemies” - eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick

“To keep attention in me” - mascara, fake lashes

As I never go out of my house without sunscreen or primer, when I really want to go unnoticed, when I’m applying it and charge it with “I am invisible”. Instead of charging the makeup, you can charge when you are applying it, but that takes time and I’m lazy and always in a hurry.

Okay this is it. If you want anything more specific, please ask.

this was a request from moonlitwitch

how to look like you weren’t just crying in the bathroom:

  • hold a cold rag or tissue to your eyes and anywhere else that tends to get red or blotchy for two minutes
  • regulate your breathing, so your blood flow evens out
  • fix your makeup and make sure you’re not sweaty
  • go back outside and live a lie
90 Days of Autumn (Part 7) HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

Title: Happy Halloween

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,846

Warnings: none? besides the usually fluff, I mean there’s lots of fluff in this chapter, also some awkward!sam, and some shy!sam, and a hint of jealous!sam

Prompt: It’s finally Halloween. The reader is more than excited to spend it with Sam, and Sam has a lot in store. He even takes off work the next day to be able to spend more time with her. 

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Thank god it was your 48 and you didn’t have to worry about leaving the hospital in scrubs. You didn’t have to worry about having to wash them that night or make sure they were kept away from the outside air. 

That was the thing about working in the NICU that was a bit rough. You always had to remember to wash your clothes and pack them up well enough in your bag that the risk of germs getting on them was minimized. 

You were in a rush to Sam’s house. You had worked a bit later than expected, though you promised Sam you’d be to his house by 4 the latest. It was now almost 5:30. 

“Hey Frankenstein,” you greeted, leaning up to kiss him, despite his greeny-black lips.

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