his eye color is beautiful too

K-Pop Group BTS Reveals Its Biggest Beauty Secrets for Glowing Skin

Last month, BTS, a K-Pop group from Seoul, cemented itself in American pop culture by winning the Top Social Artist Award at the Billboard Music Awards. The second the boy band hit the magenta red carpet, thousands were exposed to the wonders of K-Pop. Since then, people have been quick to call BTS, which is short for Bangtan Sonyeondan (or Bulletproof Boy Scouts in English), the One Direction of South Korea. However, that’s just an easy way to give them some context. In reality, BTS is actually completely different. Why? The seven-piece group’s performances are complete with flawless choreography, expert rapping, high-fashion looks, and insanely catchy vocals. Oh yeah, and they look damn good while doing so.

No matter where BTS is, their skin is forever smooth and has an enviable glow to it. Their eyes are typically adorned with a subtle smoky eye look, which both Jin and Jimin told me is their favorite part of wearing makeup. Their lips always have that popsicle-stained look that everyone’s been craving lately. Their hair colors are constantly changing, too. In 2017 alone, Jimin’s hair has been bubblegum pink, silver, platinum blonde, sandy blonde, and caramel brown. If they had to choose just one shade, though, Rap Monster tells Allure that he prefers “ash gray and ash blue because these complement my skin tone well.” Agreed. Also, Suga added that his favorite hair color is blonde because “I just need to de-color and that’s it.”

The beauty aspect of BTS’s fame alone separates them from the likes of One Direction, the Jonas Brothers, and the Backstreet Boys. And their legions of fans, lovingly called A.R.M.Y., live for it. YouTube is filled with makeup tutorials inspired by looks from BTS’s music videos. A whole Tumblr account called Dewy Bangtan is even devoted to tracking down the beauty products BTS uses based on screenshots from behind-the-scenes videos.

If the names I mentioned above didn’t ring any bells, let me give you a quick summary of each of the seven members of BTS.

Jin

At 24, Jin is the oldest member of BTS, but he doesn’t act like it. He has a very specific skin care-related reason for that. In a recent video, he said, “I have a motto of my life, ‘If you behave young, your face becomes young, too.’” Noted. His good looks went viral after the Billboard Awards. On Twitter, he was called the “third one from the left”, accompanied by dozens of heart-eye emojis. His response? He’s “worldwide handsome.”

Suga

Many will identify with Suga, one of the group’s rappers, on a spiritual level, as I do. When he isn’t working his ass off producing, writing, and composing songs, he just likes to lay. Same. Just as his hair color preference suggests, he’s the most low-maintenance of the Bangtan Boys as far as beauty routines goes. He’s basically a granddad trapped in a 24-year-old’s body.

V

V’s interests lie in the finer things in life like Gucci, Van Gogh, and photography. The 21-year-old also makes some of the most hilarious facial expressions and has the most velvety voice in BTS. Some consider him to be the most handsome in the group, but I’ll let you decide.

Jimin

Jimin is the king of selfies. BTS’s Twitter is filled with evidence of this statement. In their music videos, you can pick him out by his sharp dance moves. In a group photos, you can pick him out by his seriously adorable baby face. Don’t let it fool you — he’s not the youngest. He’s 21. And if anyone was wondering, he’s what K-Pop fans call my “bias,” aka my favorite. His pink hair sealed the deal for me.

Jungkook

Ok, now it’s time to talk about the youngest member of BTS. Jungkook, 19, is a classic, hard-working millennial. He can do everything, including sing (in English), dance, and rap, and do it all incredibly well. When not suited-up in a dress shirt or velvet bomber jacket on stage, you can catch him wearing a white T-shirt and Timberlands.

Rap Monster

Meet the leader of the group. BTS was literally built around the 22-year-old. As you probably could have guessed, Rap Monster, well, raps. He’s also BTS’s mouthpiece. Fluent in English, he usually takes the lead in stateside interviews. (Watching Friends helped him learn the language.) He has a habit of winking in photo shoot and making people across the world melt. Cringe-worthy hairstyles from BTS’s debut in 2013 aside, Rap Monster has some of the best looks of BTS.

J-Hope

I’m convinced J-Hope’s ever-positive personality is the true secret behind his glowing skin. (More on his actual secrets later.) Also 22, he’s like BTS’s portable charger, giving them (and fans) the energy and encouragement. Watching him dance will give you strength, too. Trust. He’s s-o g-o-o-d.

Now that we’re all on the same page, here’s the best part: BTS took a break from their massive world tour, which has made stops in the US, Australia, and Brazil, to chat with me about their skin care routines. Yup, you’re about to find out some of their secrets.

Why is it important to you to take good care of your skin?

Jin: “Skin is what completes my appearance. I value my looks very much, so it’s equally important to take good care of my skin — that’s a pivotal part of my face.”

J-Hope: “Taking good care of your skin is the No.1 rule for all celebs. I get to meet a lot of fans face-to-face at fan meetings and similar events, and I’d like to look my best for them.”

What’s your biggest skin concern?

Rap Monster: “My skin is dry most of the time, and my biggest concern is keeping it [moisturized]. I get zits from time to time and that concerns me as well.”

Jungkook: “I get pimples sometimes, and it’s very stressful.”

You guys travel a lot. Do you do any skin-care treatments while you’re on the plane to keep your skin from freaking out?

V: “On the plane, I dampen cotton pads with toner and put on lotion twice as much.”

Jimin: “I don’t really do anything extra special for my skin on the plane, but I try to drink as much water as possible.”

What are some of your favorite beauty products?

V: “I’ve been looking for my absolute favorite beauty product for a long time because my skin becomes dry and oily relatively fast. I haven’t found the right one, but I’m not giving up! Any recommendations?”

What is your skin routine like?

J-Hope: “[In the morning, I use] toner and face cream. [At night, the steps are] toner, essence, acne care, lotion, cream.”

Jungkook: “Toner and cream for night and morning routine.”

A lot of people find skin care routines to be a form of self care. Do you agree?

Rap Monster: “I totally agree. My favorite brand is Mediheal, and it has a variety of sheet masks you can choose from after a long day of work.”

Jimin: “I do agree because I try to clear my mind by cleansing my face after performances.”

Do you have any bad skin care habits?

Suga: “My bad habit is that I don’t take care of my skin.”

V: “I don’t particularly have a bad habit, but I’m worried about my skin having lack of elasticity. How can I prevent this?”

Are there any Korean beauty trends that you particularly love?

Jin: “I love sheet masks. I try to put them on whenever I feel my skin is dry and exposed too much to the sun. They help me make up for lost moisture and brighten my skin.”

Do you have any go-to skin care tips for clear, glowing skin?

J-Hope: “I try to go to the dermatologist when I have some free time after work.”

Jungkook: “I wish I had one! Let me know, and I’ll try.”

© Devon Abelman @ Allure

Green

@secretlycrazyhummingbird requested 7. A color so vibrant and honest off my prompt list


Draco’s favorite color was always green.

When he was five his mother gave him a storybook full of illustrations of magnificent green dragons. He would look at those pictures for hours and hours.

When he was eight he learned that green was the color of Slytherin. He consequently demanded that his room be redecorated so that everything - his sheets, his pillows, his curtains - would be green. Narcissa obliged, of course, because she could never deny Draco of what he wanted.

When Draco was eleven he went to Diagon Alley to get all his supplies for the upcoming school year. He was being fitted for Hogwarts robes when he met another little boy who would be starting at Hogwarts in the fall. And what do you know, this boy has green eyes. And not just any type of green, a bright, vivid green, a color so vibrant and honest that it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. For some reason when Draco got home, his green bedroom seemed a little bit off. That Slytherin shade of green just wasn’t his favorite color anymore. He needed a shade of green that matched the little boy’s eyes. So Draco went to tell his mother about the problem with his room.

“It’s just not the right green, Mother! We have to change it!”

Narcissa sighed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Draco. It’s the exact same color as the Slytherin seal, and that’s what you wanted isn’t it?”

“But-”

“No more arguing,” Draco’s father interrupted. “Your mother said your room is fine so your room is fine, understand?”

“Yes, father.”

When Draco was eleven and a half he was glad that his mother hadn’t changed his room, because by this point he’d realized that the boy from the robe shop was nothing special, even if his eyes were. The boy was actually Harry Potter, a horribly nasty git who thought Draco wasn’t good enough to be his friend. Harry Potter was Draco’s worst nemesis, and it was blessing that he wouldn’t have to be faced with Potter’s eye color every time he went home to the Manor.

When Draco was fourteen he changed his mind about Potter. Potter was infuriating, yes, and imprudent, yes, but he was also maddeningly gorgeous. And once Draco realized how handsome Potter was, he started to realize other things about Potter too. Like the way Potter would scratch the back of his neck when he was at a loss for words and the way he’d scrunch up his eyebrows when he was trying to understand something and the way Potter would run his fingers through his beautiful mess of hair without a thought and the way he smiled. By the end of fourth year, Draco had developed something like a crush. He, of course, made sure that no one except for Pansy found out about it.

When Draco was sixteen he was forced to grow up and forget about his schoolboy crush. Potter was not something Draco could afford to think about while he had his mission. Still, he sometimes found himself daydreaming about the green of Potter’s eyes when he was supposed to be writing letters on his progress to his father. Draco was still sixteen when Potter hit him with Sectumsempra. Those green eyes were all he could see as drifted into unconsciousness.

When Draco was seventeen green became his least favorite color. By Easter, he had seen the green of Avada Kedavra two hundred and four times. It was becoming difficult to go into his green-filled room without sicking up. And then Harry Potter appeared. And suddenly green was again the most beautiful color he’d ever seen. He told his father he didn’t know the boy, but of course he was lying. He would know those eyes anywhere.

When Draco was eighteen when he learned that Harry Potter found Draco’s grey eyes just as enamoring as Draco found his green eyes.

“I think that’s why grey is my favorite color now,” Harry said.

“Green was always my favorite color,” Draco said.

“Well, yeah, because of Slytherin.”

“No. Because I love you.”

“Oh.”

Draco turned his head to the side to look at the boy lying next to him in the grass. Harry’s eyes were still on the stars above them.

“You don’t have to love me back,” Draco said.

Harry was smiling when he looked back at Draco.

“I know I don’t have to, but I do. I love you, Draco.”

“Then stop smiling like a loon and kiss me.”

Sober

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader is drunk and she tries to have sex with her best friend Jensen.

Prompt: “Why are you in my bed?!”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @supernaturalgirl85


Jensen tiredly drudges up the stairs in his Malibu home, grumpy as all hell. He just lost $2,000 at a poker game and it’s safe to say that he’s ripshit.

Although he’s not concerned about actually losing the money, being a successful movie director has set his ass up for life.

It’s just the fact that he lost. He’s a competitive fucker, always has been and always will be. It’s in his DNA.

And to add fuel to the fire, his friends refused to give him another chance to win back his money. Claiming it’s too late and they needed to call it a night. It’s only midnight for Christ’s sake. Old bastards.

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here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. How Far We’ve Come 32k

“This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

2. It’ll All Come Up Roses 4k *

Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.

Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.

3. Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This 5k

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

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the mercury signs

 Aries mercury: subjective, hypothetical, intuitive, creative, rapid, motivating, obstinate, direct, impulsive, honest // impatient, not detail oriented enough, too impulsive, too honest, opinionated

‘The burning flames of their thoughts heated up the air surrounding them. It had to happen. Now. These words had power in the way they put them, in the way they spoke them with this strong certainty, even though you knew their decision was paired with a hint of light shallowness. Still, the flames grew with every piece of their mind that came to life.’ 

Taurus mercury: realistic, practical, consequent, slow and steady, deliberate, experience through senses // not adaptive, stubborn, not taking opportunities/ not risking to think about other possibilities 

‘The most soothing voice is comforting you, a voice like the humming of Lorelei, the highest and purest form of sensation at the tip of her tounge and you listen to her for hours. She is true and real, she is slow but thinking through, you can see the glistening in her eyes as she laughs - remarking your great taste in music again.’

Gemini mercury: curious, flexible, unbiased, analytical, systematic, versaitile, quick witted, rather logical, impressionable // easily bored, playing mind games at times, really gossipy

‘Is this mind a blessing or a curse? All these worlds that are kept in their heads, all this information and lightning strikes connect them, sometimes shining bright when one thought travels to another country to visit the other side of the universe. They look up in the air and start brooding but laugh sooner or later afterwards - in the huge repertoir they found the clearest answer to the solution. Really, this mind is fascinating.’

Cancer mercury: nostalgic, subjective, emotional and empathetic, imaginative, intuitive, listeners, easily reads between the lines, helping/caring // too subjective, moody, avoid arguments to the point where it’s unhealthy

‘Hearing her speak is like reading an old novel, an old novel in an open bookshelf that you found near the street. You find old post carts and photos inside of it, people with painfully content faces, now vanished in the worn out process of floating time. Dreams that never got true, the laughing of a family sitting at the dining table, screaming at the moon and every other tear that was drowned in silence.

Leo mercury: loud, dramatic, positiv, intuitive, clever, creativ, prideful, warm //stubborn, too prideful, intolerant to other ideas/believes, exaggerating

‘He does not plainly speak, he announces, every word is saturated with gold and preach his wisdom, for that he is sharing it with you out of a greater purpose. You will hear him sing and scream and they will laugh and eagerly listen to his stories, for he is known that he has the most exciting stories to tell. If he always sticks to the truth while telling you his glorious tales? Well, he has an creative mind, for sure.’

Virgo mercury: analytical, methodical, realistic and critical, objective, logical, detail oriented, foresighted, organizing/systematical, picky, adaptable // intolerant, to detail oriented, too critical and/or whiny/pessimistic

‘There was a hint of amusement in the eyes of the leutnant. He thought about all the ways he and his soldiers could go, all the failures that lay ahead and all the victories that were made for them. Nobody doubted his cool and clear way of thinking, everybody knew that deep inside of him, there was a complexity of thoughts, like a spider web made out of ice - careful, do not touch it, it’ll easily break if shaken too much, when the wind is blowing at night. But of course, the spider is clever enough to build a better, much stronger web each day.’

Libra: objective, fair, diplomatic,imaginative, indecisive, pleasing, easy going/charming, connective, creative/deep interest in culture // do not adapt very fast, too pleasing/ indecisive, lazy, need to learn how to disagree

‘People want to call them rather superficial, but I laugh at the thought, that people think badly about such a talent. The smoothest, finest words come out of their mouths, answers that combine the most complex and different opinions from both sides of the crowd. Their mind is a bridge, a gateway to another room, where mentally your senses are touched gently and comforting.’

Scorpio: secretive, sharp minded, investigative, deep, nag for superiority, analytical, instinctive, uncompromising and enigmatic, say what they think // the need to be always better, too secretive, interpreting wrong theories, skeptive and negative/pessimistic, say what they think

‘When he speaks it is like the venom of the snake, every little word he shares and scatters makes you eager for more, but still left with nothing relevant as he knows how to play with words. Strong words, the words of a wounded man who knows that there is more to the world as the facade it puts on every day. He knows where your dead bodies are burried.’

Sagittarius: humorous, subjective, open minded, far-sighted, considerate, positiv, honest, look at the bigger picture, philosphical // brutally honest/ rudeness, not detail oriented enough, judgemental, taking things not seriously, impatient 

‘She is laying on an evergreen field in the prairie, with waterfalls that can be heard in the distance. A buzzard draws his circles up there in the sky and not a single cloud can be seen. She inhales and exhales the fresh, clean air. Thinking is freedom. And freedom is to think without limitations, in the most beautiful places that you can imagine.’

Capricorn: clever, clear, realistic, crytical/skeptical, practical, foresighted, sharp, concentrated, reasonable, methodical, cautious and carefully choosing words // pessimistic, too considerate about how they appear to others, moody, judgemental, at times impatient when people do not get their way of thinking

‘Sitting at the desk he releases his last words and formes them to letters that were written on the paper in front of him. Overthinking he scratches his head and bites his nails nervously. Usually his mind flows like a river but now a rainy day surprised him and he can’t see straight. As the clock strikes twelve, he stands up and opens the door behind him. A thousand eyes look up to him, eager to listen. He swallows and crumples the piece of paper into a ball. Now it’s his time to speak.’

Aquarius: analytical, impersonal, rapid, clear, objective, imaginative/visionary, open minded, quirky,  far-sighted and observant //thinks they are superior to others/intimidating, stubborn, love stirring up a conversation to make it more interesting

‘At the highest form it is like a god-like creature speaks to you through his body. His ideas so revolutional, so dynamic, so clear, how couldn’t you see the solution before? It was right in front of your eyes. People will call him crazy, or they will call him a genius. Sadly, it’s not for him to decide.’

Pisces: poetic, empathetic, creative, romantic, sensitive, utopic, trusting, indirect and soft // too indirect, naive, moody, impractical/disorganized, lazy

‘The eyes mirror the words she says, like an elfen creature, she imagines her dreams of a rosy colored glass house, with the finest art in it: her ideal kind of living. Like a sponge she soakes up the vibes in the room, suddenly feeling so highly saddened as she realizes that he thinks, he will never reach his dreams. “But he is a work of the highest form of art himself, how can he not see the beauty I am allowed to see every day in front of my eyes?” - Oh, she will probably keep these words to herself. 

Shades of Blue

For @azure-mirror, just because. Kind of based off of @marchingspace‘s Synesthesia AU (found here). Everything I know about Synesthesia comes from books and wikipedia. Put under a cut to save space. 


Colors. There were too many colors. His lion was red, always red, but today she was a softer red, like she knew, like she was trying to calm him down, like she could sense the pounding sensation in his forehead. Maybe she could. Keith didn’t know how the lions worked, not really. Maybe they could read their thoughts, knew their emotions, could adjust to help their paladins. That would be nice.

Pidge was bright, too bright sometimes, their voice sliding between octaves of lime and emerald and forest that made Keith’s headache worse. They didn’t mean to, he knew that.

Hunk was warmer, easier to be around unless he got excited. His autumn color switched then, from the fall yellow of maple leaves to the brightness of the sun. It hurt Keith’s eyes. It made him wonder if Hunk had always been yellow, or if he only was because of his lion.

If all of them were because of their lions.

But they weren’t, because Shiro was brown when he spoke. He was cinnamon when he commanded them, chocolate when he was scared. Sometimes it was almost black, but brown wasn’t usually too vibrant for Keith. He liked being around Shiro because he was calm, because he was brown.

Coran was good too, unless he was excited. He was an orange that made Keith think of leaf piles and pumpkins, but if he got too ecstatic over something he became the ugly orange of a traffic cone. Allura was a mixture of pinks and purples and reds, her voice like honeysuckle flowers and warmth. But she was too many colors for Keith, constantly fluctuating.

And Lance…

“Keith?”

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By Heart [ IV ] [ Final ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 5k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

By Heart Masterlist

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Everything felt soft around you, the mattress that dipped to the curve of your spine, the feathery pillow cradling your head, the comforter tangled around your legs. The air was quiet around you, fingers splaying out against the sheet as your body shifted onto its side, eyes screwing shut as you fought off waking up to no avail. The sunshine began to peel through your lids til you fluttered them open, squinting into the light pouring through the sheer curtains that framed the window across from you. You deeply inhaled, the smell familiar and calming as your eyes flickered around the bedroom, taking in each and every thing you hadn’t seen in so long. The beaten up dresser that needed replaced, the books that were tattered shoved into their shelves, even the neatly folded clothes waiting for you on the trunk at the foot of the bed.

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Addicted. {Mafia & Soulmate AU) Part 1

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe. 

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, substance abuse, mature themes, strong language

Word count: 4,085

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.

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Taking a shower with Chris Evans

⚠ NSFW content below ⚠

• Taking showers with Chris when he gets back from the gym is your priority! He’s so adorable when he’s exhausted that you want to hold him.
• Usually, you would sneak inside and surprise him in the shower… which is a great one.
• You both prefer and privilege bath together on dates or lazy Sundays.
• When Chris asks you to take a shower with him, it’s in the morning most of the time. It wakes him up and having you by his sides when he emerges from sleep is all he needs.
• The hot water running down your bodies is a real stress reliever.
• You have different shower puffs and his is blue obviously. That’s his favorite color, after all.
• Chris doesn’t like strong chemical scented body washes or shampoos. It’s very fresh and fruity for him and classic with vanilla or caramel for you.
• When he’s naked like this, you can’t contain yourself and you kiss his tattoos! Their meanings are very beautiful and/or inspiring and honestly, they suit him very well.
• Chris washes your body softly when you are too tired and he secretly loves the way you smile, eyes closed every time his fingers massage your scalp.
  - “Y/N, stop squeezing your eyes shut like this, it feels like you have soap in your eyes.”
  - “There is soap in my eyes! Quick, water!”
  - “Oh, man… I’m so sorry, sweetheart!”
  - “Stop laughing, you dork!”
• Chris loves singing in the shower! He just can’t stop himself!
  - He uses the shower head as a microphone, which makes you laugh all the time, but you end up joining him in his joyful mood, anyway.
• You make fun of him when you turn off the hot water and he lets out a high pitched scream.
• Chris pokes your sides because he enjoys hearing you yelping and laughing. Let’s be honest, he likes tickling you, so this is a good excuse.
• You wash his body as well when he comes back from a set and you secretly love brushing your bare hands with the shower gel on his back. Is there any need to explain why?!
• Sometimes, Chris surprises you when he steps into the shower and wraps his arms around your waist. He begins to kiss your shoulder and every inch of your skin until he finds your earlobe while his curious fingers finally reach some other sensitive spots of your body.
• Shower sex!
  - It’s such a great excuse and peaceful moments for you both, so you want to enjoy this fully.
• Usually, you prefer going down on him in the shower instead of receiving oral pleasure.
  - Once again, just imagine this glorious man: the way his beautiful blue eyes flutter close and his lips go slack, and the moment his hands grip his hair dripping as you make him come in your mouth. It’s worth everything!
• Chris adores backing you up against the glass and taking you just right there. He can’t have enough of this sight where your body is hot with your surface glistening and your hair wet. He finds you so freaking sexy!
• Having your back against his chest while he thrusts and holds your breasts is an inexplicable sensation with the combination of the water and the steamy environment.
• He moans in your ear because he knows how you react. He repeats your name, praising your body until you can’t take more and he makes you come undone. Oh, my God… you can’t even explain how you feel when he does this and whispers all the dirty things you like.
• When you hydrate your skin with your favorite body moisturizer (because water dries it), he admires the way your hands massage the cream into your skin and he just can’t stop himself from staring. That’s his thing!
• From your side, you admire how the drops of water cascades down Chris’ chest to the towel he always wraps very low around his narrow hips.
• He knows exactly what he’s doing, by the way. You don’t mind, though.


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Spock and his makeup

Look I’m extremely passionate about Spock and his makeup so here are some facts about my favorite Vulcan, take them as you will

  • Spock has over 8 different huge eyeshadow palettes ranging from Vulcan nudes and covering every shade of blue you could imagine
  • his favorite palette is a smokey eye palette with rich navy colors that are just a tad bit shimmery
  • Jim loves this deep violet Spock wears on occasion because it really brings out Spock’s brown eyes
  • Vulcans have extremely sensitive skin, so all Spock’s foundation is hypoallergenic and sensitive-skin friendly
  • Spock’s makeup routine is as follows: moisturize, foundation primer, a light olive liquid foundation with a translucent setting powder that follows, contour with a veeery slight highlight, some light blush, filling in his eyebrows with one of his many eyebrow pencils, eyeshadow application, and if it’s a special occasion he’ll throw on some matte pink lip stain
  • he only has 3 makeup brushes: one for eyeshadow, one for foundation, and one he uses for contour, blush, and highlight, but he has a bright yellow beauty blender he would die for
  • Spock picks what color eyeshadow he uses based on how he feels that day (the more confident he is that morning the more sparkle and pigment the eyeshadow color will have)
  • he does his makeup sitting cross-legged on his and Jim’s bed (Jim is either doing his hair in the bathroom or watching Spock apply his makeup)
  • when the crew is on shore leave, one of the first things Spock does is go to the Space Sephora store
  • he’s a regular there and all the workers know him by name and update him on the shipments they got of new products they think he might be interested in
  • sometimes Spock gives a beginner’s lesson on makeup application to other crew members in the rec room
  • during Hanukkah, Jim gave Spock a new palette with golds, oranges, pinks, and more purples because one morning Spock made an offhand comment that none of the colors he had correlated to the way he felt that morning
  • Spock spent the rest of the night trying out different colors, mixing some together and by the end of it his left hand was covered in eyeshadow from swatches and his eyelids were two different colors (Jim has never been so fond of someone in his life)
  • once on shore leave, Jim and Spock did the “Boyfriend Does My Makeup” challenge
  • Jim did Spock’s makeup better than Spock was expecting, but he still used too much foundation and the eyeshadow was… Something
  • also, Jim has no idea what a beauty blender is and was thoroughly confused by Spock’s
  • Spock did Jim’s makeup perfectly, using colors that complimented his eyes and skin tone and you shoulda seen the highlight on that boy once Spock was done
  • at the end of the day, Spock uses makeup wipes to get his makeup off, usually puts on a thin face mask to keep his skin glowing, and then moisturizes (”dry skin is illogical if one has ample opportunity to avoid it, Jim”)

Zimbits AU where your world is black and white until you hear your soulmate laugh

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Jack knows his parents’ story off by heart.

Bob had been on the ice at an away game. The crowd was screaming; it was overtime. Things had been a bit tense. 

And then Bob had put a puck in the net of the opposition and that was it. The disappointed home audience had fallen into a quiet grumble after some polite clapping. Many hands were slapped on Bob’s back as the team skated towards the edge of the ice. Bob had been just about to leave the rink, and then-

A laugh. A snorting, wonderful laugh, and his world filled with color.

He had frozen where he stood, ears caught on the sound of that laugh and the voice that followed.

“I told you, didn’t I? No one’s got it like Bad Bobby Z!”

It was his turn to let out a laugh and he did, with gusto. His voice boomed so loud it had seemed to reverberate around the arena, every head swiveling to the source of the noise.

Every time he told that story, Bob swore blind he heard his soulmate’s gasp in the ensuing silence. Alicia would roll her eyes fondly, stating that she did not gasp, thank you very much, and that the dreadful nickname she’d called him had been popular among hockey fans at the time. 

Whatever the truth, they’d introduced themselves moments later and were married within the year. It was like that, with soulmates. Instantaneous.

Jack’s not heard that story since before the Draft. He knows people think if he’d found his soulmate before- before, he wouldn’t have done it. But people tend to over romanticize things out of habit. In the end, soulmates and laughter and colors had very little to do with how he ended up here.

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Do my makeup? // Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Mark, Haechan, & Ten

T A E Y O N G //

Originally posted by nctjay

  • Flustered?
  • He’d be so gentle though
  • Pastels and soft colors
  • ‘You have the prettiest lips’
  • Honestly the cutest little squish
  • Probably a tad shaky, horrified to stab you in the eye
  • ‘Maybe you should do the eyeliner’
  • ‘I trust you, Yong, you’ll do fine’
  • Literal panic attack


T A E I L //

Originally posted by dimplesjae

  • Surprisingly very good at it
  • Very calm despite being nervous
  • Awkward af
  • Doesn’t say too much
  • Occasionally asks what something is
  • Makes sure everything ‘perfectly matches your lovely light/dark skin’
  • Very proud of himself honestly


J O H N N Y //

Originally posted by fy1ao

  • Sweetheart
  • Expect many compliments
  • Touches you like you might shatter
  • Really loves your eyes
  • Kinda stops to stare into them
  • ‘John.. what are you doing?’
  • ‘Just enjoying the view’
  • Greasier than popeye’s fried chicken
  • Really just happy to be so close to you
  • Wonders why you trust him near your eye though


M A R K //

Originally posted by neotechs

  • Heavy breathing
  • Random English
  • Awkward teenage ball
  • ‘Mark, you’re shaking.’
  • ‘Oh man, am I? When did it get so hot in here?’
  • Sh a k y
  • Honestly does his best
  • Doesn’t screw up
  • The result is a lot better than you expected
  • ‘How… can you do eyeliner better than me, you can’t even look me in the eye half the time.’


H A E C H A N //

Originally posted by dovounq

  • ‘I got this.’
  • Confidence overloads his ass
  • Mostly likely poked you iris three times
  • ‘Is my eye bleeding yet?’
  • ‘Stop being so dramatic’
  • Stab
  • Doesn’t do too bad
  • Slightly uneven wings
  • Wrong shade of lipstick
  • But, he thinks you look ‘so beautiful, God, I’m dating a God/dess’


T E N //

Originally posted by nctaezen

  • He honestly didn’t want to
  • ‘But, you don’t even need makeup so.. why?’
  • ‘You wear more makeup than me, and you don’t need it so.. why?’
  • Shuts up entirely, faking such a dramatic offended expression
  • He’s pretty stable
  • Doesn’t mess up
  • Just, another one to almost blind you
  • Bright smiles the whole time
  • ‘It’s like.. adding color to an already amazingly beautiful canvas’
  • He’s another cheesy one, too

How Far We’ve Come

by hrrytomlinson for @1diamondinthesun

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Chapters: 3/3; 32k words

Tags: alternate universe - percy jackson fusion, alternate universe - summer camp, alternate universe - greek mythology, prank wars, hate to love, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn

Summary: “This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

written as part of the @hlsummerexchange2017

6

first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part.

( sixth. he loves you, too. )

she flowers; he feasts

Hades and Persephone

Hades was nervous… to say at least.

Never before had he left the Underworld, kingdom and throne behind but this was for a whole different reason; a reason he jumped up quicker at than Death could snatch the dying.

Harry was traveling to Olympus on behalf of his lover’s request.

It was the middle of summer and Hades’ hadn’t seen Persephone since she left, which was only couple months prior. His heart boomed alive when he received the floral scented letter from Hermes, opening it to read in her beautiful hand writing that she requested him to come up out of Hell to see her. Though slightly hesitant at first, he made his mind up rather quickly and informed all of his servants and advisors that he was leaving. He left his closest friend Thanatos, known to him as Fionn, in charge of the Underworld while we has away.


It had been a long journey out of his own realm, the firs strike of sunlight blinding his eyes and making his skin sizzle upon touch. Colors were too bright, the sky’s magnificent blue making him squint and everything… too alive for him. Harry hated it up here but this was his wife’s world. Anything she loved, he vowed to love too.

The moment he landed on Olympus, he could tell he wasn’t the least bit of welcomed. The nymphs screamed and hid from him, all of them scurrying back into their respective elements; some hid in the rivers, most ran to the forest and stayed quivering in the trees. Even the sunshine seemed to flicker, clouds passing on in front of it as if to shy away from god of darkness. Harry didn’t care though, he was only here for one reason.

He arrived in a small meadow, the one his wife had told him to meet her at. It was a beautiful spot, one where the flowers bloomed and the trees were lush but with every step he took, Death’s scent lingered with him. Everything he walked past curled and rotted away from him, nothing wanting anything to do with Death before their rightful time.

The sunshine suddenly perked back up at the sound of her voice, sounding like bell chimes in the wind. Harry’s heart accelerated as the small goddess appeared in his view, her pastel tunic dragging in the shrubbery around her as she ran to him with excited squeals.

“Harry! Harry!” Persephone shrieked, throwing her weight onto him in a hug, the two tumbling harshly onto the ground.

Hades didn’t even care that she had knocked them over, returning her hug with his strength and crushing her body to his as though she would diminish into air at any second. He wasted no time in kissing her, planting his fist into her hair and tilting her face in the direction of his for a long awaited kiss.

Y/N made a little mm! sound of surprise, feeling his smile on hers as she eagerly kissed back, using one hand to hold onto the grass around her. If Harry kissed any harder, he’d kiss her straight through the ground and back into Hell.

Persephone would have it no other way though.

They continued kissing in the open, hearing the nymphs giggle and swoon around them. Harry traveled his hand down her body, bunching the ends of her dress in his fist and yanking it up her legs.

Persephone spread her thighs wider as Hades settled in between them, using his body to shield hers from any unwanted eyes. Y/N moaned as Harry stroked his fingers over her bare hip bones, the tickling sensation driving her mad with arousal. She pulled back from the kiss, only to have Hades plant them down from her jaw to her throat, big opened mouth kisses that left mushy lip sounds and long sighs of pleasure.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Hades sighef, tucking his face into the crook of her neck as he danced his ring clad fingers to her clit, rubbing and teasing her opening with small strokes.

Y/N’s body tensed, her tummy feeling like a million clematis vines twirling up and tickling her insides with utmost pleasure.

“Say it back sweetheart, use your words. Have you missed me?”

“Gods,” She moaned, following the rhythm of his fingers with her hips. “I’ve missed you so damn much. I never — oh god… — I never thought you’d actually come see me.” She finished quickly, arching her back into his chest, her eyes fluttering shut.

“I’d raise Hell to the ground if you wanted.” He confessed, slipping his fingers out and lifting them to his mouth. Hades moaned as he tasted her, breathing heavily as he looked back down at her.

She was a sight, her elbows dirty from writhing in the dirt and her once neat hair a frail mess of leaves and grass. Her cheeks burned the color of roses and her pupils were blown wide, resembling plums. She really was Mother Nature’s truest piece.

Harry kneeled up, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them down far enough to let his cock spring free, the cool breeze making the tip redder than his favorite pomegranates. Hades moaned and pumped himself, locking eyes with his wife underneath him.

Persephone smiled bashfully, avoiding his intense gaze. “Are — are we doing this out here? Anyone could see…”

“I can’t wait.” Hades muttered, leaning back down over her again and capturing her mouth in a kiss. “I want Zeus’s entire fucking kingdom to know who’s you are.”

The second he pushed into her was one of a dream. He was rough — just how she liked it — but maintained a passionate intimacy that only two people in love could share. Persephone clenched her fists, feeling him slide up deeper into her with each and every thrust. Harry groaned, feeling her squeeze around him.

He pinned her wrists above her head, bending over her body and leaving small kisses around the crown of her head as he pumped his hips. Her legs eventually curled around his waist, Y/N’s whole body arching into his but she whines — high pitched in the back of her throat — as her clothed chest touches to his clothed one. The thought that they were fucking in the middle of a forest reoccurred in her mind, making her decide to hide her noises away in case of any body unfortunate enough to stumble by.

Hades made one particular hard thrust to where he’s buried to the hilt, making tiny grinding circles into her pubic bone. Y/N’s hands writhed in his grasp, needing anything to hold on to as Harry devoured her underneath him. The curls stick to his sweaty forehead, Persephone’s own hair starting to feel strangled around her neck.

“I can’t hear ya, love. Why’re you being so quiet?” He slurs, euphoria taking over every cell of his body.

I —.” She grunted but it was struggled as Harry loosened one of his hands and toyed with her mouth, knocking their hips together every second without relent. He thumbed her bottom lip, pushing his index finger into her mouth and groaning as she sucked.

“Such a good girl for me,” He praised, removing his finger and going straight to where her clit ached for touch. He pinched it, feeling her body stutter underneath him.

“I’m going to…” Y/N moaned, her legs quivering around his waist. She groaned, thrashing as the feeling became too much.

Hades let his entire weight drop onto her, kissing her as she released her high.“Look at me, look at me Y/N.”

Persephone’s eyes met his within the second she came, her mouth dropping open as she released the loudest whine yet. Harry milked her through, stroking her face lovingly as she eventually relaxed back.

“Gods, so fucking beautiful.” Harry mumbled, feeling his own high just moments away. Y/N linked her arms around his neck, whispering praises in his ear and soon enough he filled her to the brim, laying stationary on top of her and giving the weak, occasional thrust as he emptied. She moved one hand through his curls and petted his hair down, smiling as he continued to breath heavily into her neck.

“I love you so much,” Harry suddenly spoke. “I’d be proper dead without my little goddess of life.”

“I love you too.” Y/N hushed, kissing his cheek as he lifted his head. Harry took a big breath and lifted up, pulling out watching his come leak out from her legs. He smirked and pressed a deep kiss to her clit, making her flinch and pull away before he scooted her dress down her legs and stood up, helping her up next to him.

“Squeeze,” He murmured. “Don’t want my come out of you. Want me in your bloodstream until you come back home to me.”

Mewtwo sprite rating

green - his head is so large but he’s got a good battle stance, his tail is a tad bit too small and akin to a limp noodle 5/10

red/blue - he looks like he’s doing shia labeouf’s “JUST DO IT”. thanks to this mewtwo I am ready for all of life’s challenges 9/10

Yellow - a proud boy, thrusting his pelvis forward for all to see, his tail is very high quality and good as well! 10/10

Gold - very good color and shading, he’s a bit plump but that is ok!! 8/10

Silver - the colors are a bit muted, but I like this one because he looks like he’s plotting something, mischievous as fuck I like it >:3c/10

Crystal - Look at this glorious glowing boy!! Magic Man!!!!! 10/10

Ruby/Sapphire/FR/LG - very determined mewtwo here, he points forward like jotaro kujo. yare/10

Emerald - he shrinks and expands? It looks interesting but the sprite animation is a bit strange 7/10

Diamond/Pearl/Platinum - this boy is aware of his surroundings, and he’s got a top notch tail to boot! 9/10

Heart Gold/Soul Silver - now, here he is! my favorite sprite of him!! he’s doin’ a wicked cool pose plus the colors are fantastic and pleasing to the eye! perfect/10

Black/White - i was always a little bit disappointed that they didn’t animate his heart gold/soul silver sprite, and honestly his animations don’t really fit with him too much, he just sorta bounces ya know? 6/10

X/Y - Now, color wise I do not like this mewtwo very much, way too muted, I prefer the deep purples from generations 5 and 4, but the true beauty comes from him being viewed from the back

look at how LONG that tail is!!! It’s tremendous, the tail I’ve been searching for this whole time! 11/10

i want this shot of like, 221b in the dark, okay, it’s nighttime and you’re in the sitting room and it’s dark, but the light is on in the kitchen and it’s spilling out onto the rug, just barely illuminating the silhouettes of their two empty chairs. so the shot moves forward and there’s the clinking sound of people moving around, and maybe john’s low voice coming through, nonsense words really, there you go and how is that, and the shot moves around the corner so you’re looking into the kitchen.

and in the kitchen only the light above the table is on so the corners are all still dark, but it’s sherlock sat on the table, his legs sort of hanging, his toes just brushing the lino because he’s tall, and john standing between his knees with a latex glove on and a look of concentration and he’s dabbing something on a wound on sherlock’s forehead, the both of them speaking very quietly like if they were to speak at a normal volume it might shatter something in the night, murmuring back and forth with that specific sort of humor that people use when they’re worried or nervous about something and trying to play it off, you know the one i mean, the kind of humor that seems a little too forced and too quiet but everyone laughs a little because they’re grateful for it, they’re grateful for this act of normalcy even if it’s just pretend. and john is leant a little too close and his eyes are worried, too worried, and sherlock shifts under his touch because the look in john’s eyes makes him unbearably guilty for all the worry john’s carried, for other head injuries john’s seen him bear and not been able to save him from, and it’s quiet and their gentle laughter sort of peters out as john puts aside the antibiotic and takes off his glove, still standing between sherlock’s knees. there you are, he says, right as rain, and sherlock dips his head a little to avoid those bright, worried eyes, and says thank you, and sorry you keep having to do this, and john blinks with a tiny smile and says you know i don’t mind, because he doesn’t, not really.

and sherlock just shrugs and looks up again, because he’s expected john to move away but john hasn’t, he’s still standing there, looking at sherlock like he means to be studying the scrape on his forehead but really just looking, in that kind of melancholy affection people get when they’re looking at a thing they love dearly but will never really have, that sort of fond resignation that this is the way things are, good enough but only because you tell yourself that, not because it really is, and sherlock looks up at john and john looks back down at him and their eyes catch and the room goes quiet, terribly quiet, more quiet than london ever really is even at night, so quiet john can hear it when sherlock swallows, so quiet sherlock almost hears it before he feels it: john reaching out and putting his hand over the back of sherlock’s where it rests on sherlock’s knee. 

and john steps closer, and sherlock doesn’t look away, and the light above the table is too bright and john thinks his eyes are too pale, too beautiful, the thin color of a creek swollen with summer rain, something lush and green just waiting on the edges but just barely out of sight, and john leans in and sherlock smells like antiseptic and the raw, tremulous edge of anticipation and fear but he doesn’t back away, he doesn’t pull his hand away

and it happens like a brush of fate, john leaning in and it’s not even a kiss, not really, it’s the corners of their mouths slipping against each other in a trembling breath, sherlock stuttering in an almost silent gasp, his lips barely parted as john just barely, just barely, touching the side of his mouth to the side of sherlock’s, and sherlock wants to reach out and grab hold of his hips but doesn’t want to startle this into stopping, and john holds his mouth there a moment, the both of them breathing in cautious sips against each other’s cheeks, and sherlock can feel john’s breath against his lips, impossibly intimate, as if john is sharing something with him, as if john is trying to share something with him that cannot be shared with words but only with this exchange of life

and when john moves away he doesn’t move away, not really, he just moves forward, mouths moving away as he presses his cheek against sherlock’s cheek, and his shoulders are shaking, and sherlock slowly slowly gently gently dares to raise his free hand to john’s waist, and he feels solid and sturdy and warm and gorgeous, and then it’s sherlock’s turn, it’s sherlock nose nudging over john’s cheek, leading the way to find his mouth and this time, properly, this time, lip to lip and sherlock can’t breathe past him because he’s there, all of him, his skin and his jaw and his fingers and his eyelashes, this push and press of mouths settling together like the plates of the earth, quaking into sherlock’s chest, underneath his ribs

and this one kiss turns into another, as softly as the sun rises into another day, and another one after that, and it’s john’s hand, protective on the nape of sherlock’s neck, the delicate press of tongues and the voices trapped in their throats under the weight of gravity, under the weight of time, under the weight of finally, until john pulls back and finds the shell of sherlock’s ear and figures out how to let it go, how to let it all go, how to lift all that weight into nothingness: i love you, sherlock. i love you. 

Monthly Fic Rec September:

For being the God of Death, Niall has a habit of acting on ideas without thinking them through. It’s probably why Harry ends up with an unexpected but entirely welcome visitor in his bed the day after a Mount Olympus party. 

Louis Tomlinson’s modeling career is Harry’s favourite thing and Louis quickly finds his way into the position of Harry’s favourite person through the use of bad puns and general charmingness. 

Harry is still Captain America, Louis is still the love of his life, but that doesn’t stop everything from falling apart. 

Someone is sending Louis flowers. Everyone suffers until Louis gets answers. 

Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been.  Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.

the one where Louis is an annoying customer who won’t leave Harry’s shop on time, and Harry is counting down the seconds until Louis leaves. Until a chance encounter at a concert, and suddenly, Harry really doesn’t want Louis to leave. 

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Icarus: so there’s a boy, I know - you probably know the story, told a million times but this one’s different, this one is real. so there’s a boy, with the most beautiful eyes - really bright, really really blue, like the sky on the hottest day of the summer, a day so hot you can’t even wear your shirt because it feels like molten wax on your back - so you get the idea yeah? so there’s a boy, brilliant and shining, with brown skin - no wait, bronze skin, yeah bronze, like the soft color of autumn leaves that glisten in the last stray sunlight and his hair, oh god, he wears it short and it’s the softest hair I ever touched - there’s no color to describe it, blond would be too flat, brown too hard - I’d dare to say it’s golden, yeah, golden like the sun when it sets on the horizon just before dawn finally breaks the night. and so, this boy - you’re still with me? this boy, god, he’s like everything, like, I look at him and suddenly I can’t speak, I can’t breath and he’s like an interplanetary magnetic field and I feel myself drawn towards him, like I have no control over my own body as soon as he’s around. I look at him and suddenly my throat dries out and I - I feel lost inside my skin, totally and utterly useless because my bones shift inside of me and my lungs keep collapsing but every time I try to talk to him or try to get close to him my legs are failing, my voice betrays me. my body paralyzed as if I’m falling and my wings are already on bright fire, flapping shreds around me and he smiles and smiles and smiles -

(Icarus: I wish I could just go and ask him if he loves me, but I’m already falling and I fear the impact that will crash my bones)

- Icarus’ Fall | r.m