I hate this new thing where makeup companies come out with makeup that’s supposed to make you look like you have no makeup on like “Our new (x) gives you that ‘no makeup look’ that everyone loves right now! Like when did “no makeup” stop meaning not wearing any makeup and start meaning doing your makeup a certain way like kids are looking at models and celebrities’ “no makeup looks” and wondering why they don’t look like that and it’s because they literally have on a full face of makeup. Like why are girls expected to wear makeup even when they’re “not wearing makeup”?
Fluffy, textured brows are all the rage nowadays and are a major beauty trend. I’ve personally always loved the look of brows that look natural and full, with the hairs moving all over the place and each one looking perfectly soft and defined. Fluffy, textured brows can take some work, and so can filling them in bit by bit, but there is an easy way. All you need is a tinted brow gel (I used *Benefit 3D Brow Tones) + a clean spoolie and you’re good to go!
It’s an easy technique that anyone can master, but you’re going to want to make sure your face is free of any makeup as it can get a little messy! Keep some makeup remover handy to clean up afterwards and if you like you can go in with a little concealer to really polish the brows off. Makeup wise I like to keep the rest of the face pretty neutral with just a little mascara, a hint of concealer and a bright coral lip. Keep reading to see the picture tutorial!
“Didn’t you hear me?” Kageyama asked impatiently, interrupting Shouyou’s panicked thoughts. “Let me see your face.”
And then he reached out, grabbing Shouyou by the chin with a strong hand, forcing him to tilt his head upwards.
And Shouyou met his eyes.
The first thing he noticed was that he had been wrong, about Kageyama’s eyes. They were dark, yes, a shade of blue so deep it was almost black. But they weren’t cold.
They were instead like the kindling for a flame, intense and boring straight into Shouyou, lighting him from the inside out.
The second thing he noticed (or perhaps the third, after the strong brows and full lips and straight, statuesque nose) was that Kageyama was staring back at him with the same expression Shouyou was sure was on his own face.
Title: patience (or lack
thereof) Summary: Exasperated by the slow process of Sasuke and Sakura getting
together, Kakashi and Naruto discuss their relationship. Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Prompt: An Outsider’s Point of View Rating: K A/N: I tried to get this out for ssmonth but couldn’t manage to
before a very important visit arrived! Oh well, at least I still whipped this
out ahhaa. I think many of you will love this one :)
“Those two are impossible.”
Never looking up from his forever-favored
little orange novel, Kakashi merely hummed in reply, distractedly stirring his
chopsticks into his miso soup’s steaming broth. “Give them time, Naruto,” he
drawled. “It’s only been six months since he came back from his journey.”
But his former student didn’t seem to feel
the same, throwing his arms up expressively. “Exactly, Kaka-sensei—it’s been six months!” he exclaimed. Naruto leaned
his head back against the frame of the chair, groaning hopelessly. “What the hell
is Sasuke doing?”
At this, Kakashi glanced at him, lips
tugging lightly under his mask. Naruto only proceeded to lean forward again and
shove a handful of noodles into his mouth, features annoyed. It was just like
him to get frustrated that things weren’t moving along fast enough between his
two best friends.
“Sasuke is healing and trying to put his
life back in order,” Kakashi calmly settled to explain, returning to his
beloved book. He absentmindedly poked at a piece of grilled eggplant. “He’s
spent years away from us on a path that he knows now did neither him nor anyone
else any good, and now he’s trying to come to terms with all that.”
A snort of pure
disbelief sounded beside him. “Oh come on,
he’s had two years to work through that—and you know he’s been doing great
That was true
enough. Still, Kakashi simply shrugged in response. “Maybe not well enough to
Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.
Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word Count: 1253
Warnings: Feelings. Mentions of alcohol.
A/N: This is it!! This is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading and for putting up with my huge gaps in posting!! I appreciate every single like, reblog and comment that I’ve gotten and it means the world to me that you’ve stuck through to the ending. Thank you all xoxo
I know that when I first discovered the beauty world I honestly didn’t know what the purpose of most makeup products were, let alone what order to apply these mysterious liquids and powders. It can be a tad bit overwhelming.. Luckily I had the time and patience to watch countless YouTube videos (seriously, I still spend hours watching makeup tutorials lol who am I kidding!) I watched & continue to watch all the renowned beauty gurus, including Jaclyn Hill, Lauren Curtis, Kandee Johnson, Kathleenlights, and so on. I can now say that I have a pretty good grasp on makeup and which order to apply it. Anyways, I decided to put together a general list of steps that can be used as a guide for beginners. Keep in mind, these steps are for a FULL FACE of makeup. Basically, if you were going to go all out, these would be the steps you would need. Of course, you don’t have to follow these steps verbatim; do as you please and definitely do what works for you!
Wash your face and moisturize beforehand. Give your skin enough time to absorb the moisturizer. 10-15 minutes is fine. < p>
Prime eyes with a concealer or an eyeshadow primer. Blend it in with your ring finger or a makeup brush.
Apply sticky tape to your eyes if your makeup look calls for it.
Apply your base color to set your primer/concealer and help with blending.
Continue to apply your eye makeup to your top lid only.
Apply liner to top lash line.
Clean up any fallout/eye shadow that may be on your cheeks and under-eye area.
Apply face primer with clean hands. (I find that primers are not always necessary for my skin, but it’s all about personal preference!)
Apply foundation with a sponge or dense makeup brush. Always start with thin layer of foundation and slowly build it up if you need more coverage. If you start out with too much product, you have a good chance of winding up with cake-face. Don’t forget to blend to your neck!!
Apply concealer to your under-eye area, bridge of the nose, center of forehead, cupid’s bow, and chin. For a natural look, your concealer should be one shade lighter than your foundation.
Set your foundation and concealer with powder. I suggest using a translucent powder so you don’t accidentally alter the color of your foundation or concealer.
Fill in brows.
Contour where you want your face to have more definition (cheeks, nose, etc.)
Bronze where your face would naturally tan (the sides of the forehead, cheeks, tip of chin.)
Highlight where the light naturally hits your face (tops of the cheekbones).
Finish applying eyeshadow to bottom lash line.
Apply mascara to top and bottom lashes (my favorite part!)
Apply fake lashes (DON’T apply mascara to fake lashes)
Apply lip liner
Apply lip gloss
Set your makeup with setting spray.
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Hey guys! So I will not be able to post any more of The Game this weekend, I am so sorry, I put all the blame on finals. As soon as I get it done, I will post it! Hopefully no later than next weekend. But a lot of you have been asking me to do more of Single Bed, so here’s another part! I hope you guys enjoy. Happy Sunday!
Warnings: mission, injury, fluff, language, teeny weensy bit of angst
Summary: You and Bucky have to share a single bed on a mission and it prompts him to say what’s been on his mind for a while, pushing you to think about what he means to you.
After hearing Bucky’s confession and sharing your own secret, sleep hadn’t really been an option. Your mind was buzzing, trying to figure out how it could all go wrong, or maybe how it could all go right. You didn’t realize you wondered the night away until the sunrise started to peak through the curtains of the hotel room.
You picked your head up to look over Bucky’s body at the clock on the night stand. 5AM. There was no point in going to sleep now, the jet was going to take you home in a couple hours.
You sighed and fell back to your side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. You played with the tag on the corner of the comforter, twisting and pulling it with your fingers. You knew that with the way the universe was treating you right now, Bucky would wake up the second you looked over at him and wonder why the hell you were watching him sleep. But you could only fight that urge for so long.
You shifted your eyes his way, like if your head didn’t move, no one could prove you were actually looking at him. You sighed, feeling completely ridiculous, and turned on your side to face him. When you did, you felt your heart leap into your throat.
He looked peaceful, almost untouched. You were surprised he even trusted the world enough to fall asleep in it anymore. Looking at his closed eyes, you suddenly missed the blue, almost wishing he would wake up and look at you.
He was lying on his back, the arm closest to you held up behind his head, and the other one resting on his stomach. It was like he was unconsciously inviting you to move over a couple inches and lay your head on his shoulder and rest your hand on his chest.
Before that urge also became too strong, you slid out from under the covers and grabbed your suit to change into. You tried to think of anything else while you changed, and threw your hair into its usual pony tail. It reminded you of what Bucky had said last night and you decided to cancel the appointment you had made to get your hair cut next week.
While you made breakfast, you listed groceries in your head and reminded yourself you had laundry to do, and decided what to get the whole team for Christmas next year. Anything to keep your mind off Bucky.
You set a stool next to the window and counted the cars passing by as you ate the eggs you made. Thirty-six, thirty-seven…
“You’re up early.” His voice was rough and low, tempting you to throw yourself out the window so you could continue counting the cars from there.
“Yeah, I got hungry,” you lied. “Those are for you,” you said pointing to the plate of eggs on the counter with your fork, while you watched him pull his green sweatshirt over his head.
“Thank you,” he said, sinking a fork into them and taking a bite. “They’re really good,” he said. You didn’t miss his eyes briefly widen a bit in surprise.
“Thanks. I know that’s how you like ‘em.”
“Hm?” he let out with a cocked brow while he scarfed the food.
“I am your partner, there are certain things I should know. You’re weak on your left, you throw a good hook, you prefer a 22 if you even use it, you like your eggs over easy.”
He chuckled as he took your empty plate from you and started washing the dishes in the sink. “So, I’m weak on my left?”
Your grin was so wide it almost split your face. That was the closest he had ever come to making a joke. “Despite the metal, yeah.”
You saw him shake his head and hide a smirk. He turned off the sink and spun to lean on the counter. “Thanks.”
“Not just for breakfast. You’re a good partner, (Y/N).” He eyes studied the floor and his long hair fell into his face. He quickly pushed it behind his ear and you noticed the gash on his cheek was gone.
“Jesus, you heal so fast.”
Before he could lift his eyes and question, you were inches away from him with your fingers tracing over his skin where a scar should be. He watched you study him with awe. He wasn’t used to anyone being this close to him, especially you.
“Is that why you did it? Because you would heal faster than me?” Your eyes met his as you spoke. When he didn’t answer, you continued. “I know you took that bullet for me. You shouldn’t have. I can take care of myself,” you said turning away from him and pushing the stool by the window back into its place at the table.
“We’re partners, we take care of each other.”
Frustration started to bubble in your chest like a shaken bottle of soda, and your voice was rising, along with your temper. “You take care of yourself first. You have my back if I need it.”
“You needed it.”
“No, I didn’t!”
“(Y/N), that bullet would’ve gone right through you. It would’ve killed you.”
“It could’ve killed you!”
“Hey.” As always, his voice was steady, which infuriated you even more before you tuned into what he was saying. “Calm down, take a breath, (Y/N), it’s okay.” His eyes were suddenly soft, and his brow full of concern. You looked down at your comparatively small hands violently shaking in his, and watched them become a blur with unshed tears.
“But you-you could’ve-”
“Shhh, don’t think that way. Everything’s fine.” He encased you in a hug, like a shield from the outside world. You wrapped your arms around his waist, depending on him to hold you up.
“I know. Listen, you’re overtired and stressed about the plane. We’ll be home in a couple hours, okay? Just sit here, and I’ll go give our bags to the pilot.” He placed you on the bed like a rag doll and fished his suit out of his bag. “I’m gonna go change.”
“Bucky, can you just-”
“Yeah. I’ll sit with you.” he said, sitting next to you and pulling you to him while he ran his fingers through your ponytail.
Sure, you knew how he liked his eggs cooked, but Bucky could just about read your mind. He never missed a thing.