forgive my face and hair

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did some facial ref practice with the vento aureo gang also @ davidpro part 5 when????

Someone’s gotta do it

ask-lyon-and-friends  asked:

so which kind of currency do you like more? boops, pets, or hugs?

Nemo: “Boops or getting pet? I’m afraid that I may have to decline both. Forgive me but, I really don’t like to have my face or hair touched at all. It m-makes me nervous. I suppose a hug would be okay. B-but not by surprise. You’ll scare me.”

Look what was waiting when I got home!!! The most adorable Steve and Darcy flapjack octopuses ever!!!! They are the cutest!!!! Thank you!!!!! @shieldshockfanfic @glynnisi @typhoidmeri

I was so excited I won and even more excited to see these precious darlings after a long 12 hour car trip! So, please forgive my frazzled hair and sweaty face, I just finished unpacking lol!

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Wash Day Tutorials 💜

I need to try the shampoo brush 👌🏾

@Regrann from @_simplystasia - Here’s a quick video of how I detangle and deep condition my hair. I usually do this in the shower when my hair is soaking wet so please forgive the conditioner all over my body and face 😂

Tips: - If you have thick hair, work in sections to make sure all your hair is evenly coated and detangled. I use my fingers and a shower brush to detangle. - After applying your masque or deep conditioner cover your hair with a plastic cap and then a towel. This creates a heating effect so your DC penetrates your hair better. - Rinse the conditioner out with cool/cold water. This helps seal the hair cuticle so your hair looks shiny and smooth.
- Since my hair is super dry I try to deep condition every week. .
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#detangling #deepconditioning #washday #LuvYourMane #naturalhair #TeamNatural #naturalhaircommunity #shampoobrush #shampoo #conditioner

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Justin Bieber - Home to mama

This one was inspired by the song Home to mama and I recommed listening to it while you are reading.

MASTERLIST

I sat next to my mom listening to her talking with some distant relative that I only saw when someone died or had a wedding. Today was the second case. It was lovely sister’s wedding and I couldn’t be proud of her, she was marrying her best friend and the love of her life who treated her so well that I couldn’t wish for a better person for her. But I was still feeling down and maybe, just maybe it was because the person I loved wasn’t next to me on this happy event. I wanted to share this memory with him, but we had a bad fight a couple of days ago and I had to come alone. Everyone was asking me about where Justin was, they were expecting me to show up with him, to catch the bouquet and then give him a cheeky smile while every men congratulates him, and to be honest, I was planning on doing this as well, but things changed so quickly.

Now I was the sad sister who had to fake a wide smile every time someone asked her about her missing date. Even though my sister kind of asked everyone to not talk about my breakup, some people were just too curious to not ask me about what happened. And when they did I had to relive in my mind every little detail that happened that night.

I stormed into my apartment shutting the door behind me, but a moment later I heard it opening. Justin followed me into the bedroom where I kicked my shoes off and started to angrily put things from one place to another just to do something.

“I swear to God that I didn’t invite her!” he said for the hundredth time. My eyes started to hurt from all the rolling I’d been doing all night listening to the shit he had been talking.

“Don’t tell me that Hailey just showed up at your boy’s night, when you made sure everyone knew it that no girls were allowed at your house.” I threw the pillows away from my bed and then turned to my wardrobe.

“But that’s what happened!”

“No, Justin. You lied to me about Hailey, again. If you wanted to hang out with her, you should have just told me. I get it that she is your friend, and I accept it, because I have guy friends too. But keeping it a secret that you are meeting her doesn’t put it in the best lighting,” I explained if it wasn’t obvious enough for him yet. “And now if you would let me, I want to go to bed.”

“I’m not leaving, we have to talk about it!” he protested crossing his arms on his chest.

“I don’t want to talk about anything!” I snapped stopping and looking at him. I just wanted him out of my place so I could finally curl up in a ball and cry myself into sleep peacefully. “I have nothing to say and I don’t want to hear anything you have to say!”

He stared at me for a moment that seemed like an hour, and then let his arms down nodding a little. He took a step towards me, but that was all. It was like there was a wall between us and he didn’t even wanted to climb it anymore.

“Okay. If you see things that way, why don’t we just finish it?” he asked in the calmest voice ever, it almost made me scream. Of course I didn’t want to finish, but I was too proud to say it out loud and seem like the week one. So I did something that I wasn’t proud of. I nodded. “So you agree,” he said but I couldn’t decide if he was disappointed or satisfied with my reaction.

I nodded again.

“Then I have nothing to do here,” he said and turning around he just walked out of my room, my apartment and I was guessing, my life. That was the worst moment of my life.

I regretted every single thing I did that night, but mostly that I let Justin walk out just like that. It had been five days and if I hadn’t been that childish I would have already called him, but I was determined to not be the first one to break the silence. But he didn’t call, text or do anything since then, so I just had to adjust the situation.

I sighed taking a look at the crowd that came to see my beautiful sister get married, but to be honest I was just looking for Justin’s face. I didn’t know why he would show up, we weren’t a couple anymore, so I told myself to start getting myself over him even though it was one of the hardest things.

A few boring, and useless chit-chats later the band started to settle down on the stage ready to play some music. The couples started to get excited to have the chance to dance, while my only chance to have a dance was if my ten year-old cousin asked me for one.

The singer stepped to the mic, I remembered him, because I helped my sister choose from the bands back then and I couldn’t take my eyes off his beautiful hair when we were auditioning them. He cleared his throat and then took a great look at the crowd. When his eyes met mine, I swear to God, the corner of his lips turned up freaking me out and then started to speak while I discreetly checked if I looked decent. I thought he saw something funny on me, but I looked just the same like in the morning.

“I would like to welcome everyone who came here today to celebrate this amazing event with the happy couple. We are going to give you the music for the night, I hope you’ll enjoy our performance and feel free to ask for any songs during the evening.”

I thought they would just start playing right away, but he continued.

“But before we start, I want to welcome someone on the stage who has a special message to a special person. Ladies and gentleman, Justin Bieber.”

My heart literally skipped a beat as everyone started to clap, he hopped on the stage and after shaking hands with the singer he stepped to the mic. I was completely frozen and I couldn’t move, so I was just sitting there not knowing how this would end.

“Hello, and thank you,” he smiled nodding mostly at the old ladies sitting at the front. “Congratulations on the happy couple, I’m really happy for them, and I swear we can go back to adoring them, I’ll just steal five minutes. I want to sing a quick song for none other than Y/N, the bride’s sister with the message, sorry for my language, I fucked up please forgive me.”

His bold use of words made some of the people laugh, but some of them rolled their eyes. Justin didn’t care about either of them, he picked up one of the guitars and then started to play it. I immediately recognized the song. Home to mama.

I don’t work hard when it’s easy
I put in work when it’s hard
Girl I never believed in, love until I had yours
This is more than a season
And I’m not just sprung
I’m not afraid to tell ya, that you’re the one

His angelic voice swung around the room giving me goosebumps. I loved listening to him singing and this song had a message for me. I was afraid I would start crying soon.

The one I wake up thinking about
The one I can run to when I’m feeling down
Life is all good when you’re around
Girl nobody from the past is beating you right now
‘Cause I take you home to mama
Let you meet my friends

He kept his eyes closed, but when he opened them he looked directly at me and just at me. His gaze never left mine and I couldn’t shift mine to anywhere else. Home to mama was the song he sang to me when I felt nervous about meeting his friends and family back when we just started dating. I was afraid they wouldn’t like me, but then he sang this to me and he not just made me feel cool about it but also let me know how much I meant for him. It was his sorry now and I would have been an idiot to not accept it.

'Cause you don’t come with drama
So I want you til’ the world ends
You’re way more than worth it
And I don’t feel like I deserve it
You got the pieces
You’re my kind of perfect

He ended the song with some impressive vocals, everyone started to clap, my sister even whistled making me laugh at her. Justin thanked the attention and then let the band start their first song.

I don’t remember much from the next few minutes, but I heard myself saying “excuse me” to my mother, or whoever was sitting near me, I stood up and started to walk towards Justin as he did the same. Couples all around the room stood up and headed to the dance floor. I was only one step away from Justin when I erupted in tears, he pulled me into his arms and hold me tight as I cried into his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry baby, I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have act like that and walk away, please forgive me,” he mumbled burying his face into my hair.

“Don’t apologize, I was a dumbass too,” I said fighting my tears back, I didn’t want to ruin my makeup and look like shit on the photos. “I’m sorry I acted like a bitch about Hailey.”

“No, you were right, I should have told you, I just didn’t want to make you mad, I know you don’t really like her.”

He was right, but this didn’t mean I hated her. I respected the fact that she and Justin were friends and I had no intention in ruining their friendship just because Hailey and I weren’t besties. I didn’t want to become one of those irritating girlfriends that bitch about her boyfriend having girl friends, because they were just truly stupid. I just overreacted the situation last time.

“Let’s agree that we won’t talk about it anymore, okay? And let’s go back to where we were before the fight,” I suggested smiling up at him as I leaned back a bit.

“Great idea,” he chuckled cupping my face in his hands and gently kissed me. I missed him so much that being able to kiss him again made me realize I don’t want to ever lose him. He was too precious to just let him walk out of my life.

"Imagine having a fight with Thranduil and he insults you with something that hurts you so deeply you storm off. He soon realizes and runs after you."

*Sorry if it’s crappy. I don’t remember the last time I wrote one of these.

Thranduil’s temper was a thing of legend, but you were used to it by now. You were his Queen, and had been dealing with it for more than an age while also tending to your own duties and raising Legolas, your beloved only child. You could handle a lot, but this time Thranduil was taking it too far.

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