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Hi y'all, so I’ve been doing make up for years for proms and weddings and engagement photos and such and thought I would offer some tips because I love make up and maybe not everyone knows these! Obvi keep in mind everyone is different and these may not work for you…

- Try Nivea’s Sensitive Post Shave Balm for Men as a primer. A little goes a long way and rub it in until it gets tacky

- There is literally no reason to buy mascara from high end brands and I’m a high end whore. My favorite is the Clump Crusher water resistant

- If you can’t decide between two foundation colors, choose the one that’s lighter. Bronzer can fix that shit quick

- The “buy concealer that is 56 shades too light” trend needs to die. One or two shades is plentyyyyy you don’t wanna look like a reverse raccoon and flash photography only makes it worse

- BAKE your under eyes and if you’re hoeing tbh bake your entire face. Message me if you don’t know what baking is

- Two best foundations I’ve ever used are the Too Faced Born This Way and Lancôme Teint Idole Ultra 24hr

- Stop applying your make up with your hands ladies pls buy a beauty blender and get it damp

- Take the foundation off your lips once you’ve set it bc if you just put lip product over it it’ll bunch up in the corners of your mouth

- Sigma has great brushes and shed less than any of my high end brushes. I’d definitely recommend splurging and getting a full set of them

- Do not base your purchases off of sellout YouTubers that are getting paid to say everything they’re saying

- Buy a setting spray and spray your eyeshadow brush w it before applying shimmery eye shadows and spray your whole face with it when you’re done

- I see girls on here all the time saying not to wear falsies which I think is absolutely insane but my falsies advice is start with individuals and work up to strips. That’s what I did

- Exfoliate your face and use the Biore black head strips on your nose for smoother make up application

- Don’t leave your lower lash line bare. I see this so much and it’s super weird looking. Do a little eyeshadow and mascara at the least to complete the whole look

- Avoid matte lipstick/liquid lips unless you’re sure your lips are smooth hydrated and snatched otherwise they will look like a butthole in 15 minutes

- W/ eyebrows and make up: less is more girl. ESPECIALLY from a man’s perspective

- If you’re going to put a base shadow down before doing your eyeshadow look (which I’d recommend), avoid putting it anywhere you’ll put shimmer and instead fill that space with a cream eyeshadow or more primer to make that shimmer popppp
- Wash your beauty blender every time you use it or it will grow mold I promise

- Buxom’s lip glosses are the absolute best. They are so high quality, smell good, last FOREVER, and tingle on your lips like mint

- Clean your make up brushes as often as you can (I wish I did more than I do) not only because it’s hygienic but because they will apply SO MUCH BETTER

- If your eyebrows are always rubbing off, invest in a waterproofing liquid to put over them. NYX has a cheap one that really works

- Make sure to go over the line of your falsies with black eyeliner to hide the glue. I don’t care if the glue is “clear” or “black” it’s visible

- If you can’t find a contour color that’s cool toned enough try an eyeshadow!

- Put tons of highlight on your cupid’s bow it’s so cute in my opinion and always gets lots of compliments

- TAKE YOUR MAKE UP OFF EVERY NIGHT. DO NOT SAVE YOUR MAKE UP FOR THE NEXT DAY. Some girls will fight me on this but imo no make up is cuter than gross make up and it’s so bad for your skin

- If your eyes are always watering your shit off get some anti-allergy or anti-dryness (whichever you think you have) eye drops

- You can exfoliate your lips before lipstick application easily with honey and sugar. Do this before putting on foundation and such. If you’re a bougie bitch you can buy scrubs from places like Lush

- I’m convinced that Burts Bees is the only chapstick I’ve ever used that didn’t make me end up needing chapstick more than I did in the first place

- If you don’t have time to wash off your make up then just use a make up wipe! The Kirkland brand ones are my all time faves because they don’t sting my eyes or leave a residue on my face

- Stop over washing your face. It makes it produce more oil to compensate and it could be why you have acne

- You don’t need to pay to get your brows waxed/threaded if you just pluck the spare 2 or 3 brows that grow out of place each day. You’ll keep your shape, save money, and your brows will always look good

- If you don’t use eyeshadow primer please buy some and watch your entire eyeshadow collection transform. If you can’t afford it but have concealer that’s second best and still works well

I could go on forever and might make a part two but I’m tired now. Probably going to make a make up favorites list by product category soon!

Message me with any make up questions ever because I love blabbing about it! Spread the luv and happy face beating!! 💄

BTS’s reaction to you starting a diet:

Jin: “But I wanted you to be a special guest on Eat Jin,” your boyfriend pouts (an impressive feat with his mouth full of food). He’s very against the idea of you going on a diet – who’s going to help him clear up all the food he can’t manage?

You raise an eyebrow, while he swallows and asks – “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Just a little…” You reach across the table separating the two of you, and wipe some sauce from the corner of his lips, before popping your finger in your mouth.

Jin chuckles, “Isn’t eating that sauce against your diet?”

“It’s just sauce.”

“Sauce that’s high in fat and salt!”

“This is why you’re a rubbish boyfriend - making me break my diet. For shame!” You poke your tongue out at him.

Jin sighs. “Ah well, I guess if you’re on a diet now, that means more food for me. And I was going to order that ice-cream you like for the next episode of Eat Jin as well…”

That’s playing dirty! “You wouldn’t!” you scoff, knowing full well that he will, and that when you ask for a lick, just the tiniest taste – he’ll offer you the whole scoop - your favourite flavour too - and boom! there goes your diet, and all your good intentions. The worst part is – you won’t mind, because Jin’s kisses will taste that extra bit sweeter seeped in vanilla and strawberry ice-cream.

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Yoongi: Yoongi can tell something’s up. You’re being extremely quiet, and you haven’t touched any of the pizza on your plate. Jostled up beside your talkative friends, you’re like a lone grey cloud in the middle of a blue June sky.

Yoongi finishes off the crumbs on his own plate, then stands. “Well, I guess I’ll go wash up,” he says, “Y/N, do you wanna come help?”

You scrunch your nose at him, but follow him to the kitchen anyway, away from the busy chatter of your friends.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, when the two of you are out of earshot.

You fiddle with a loose strand on your sweater. “Nothing’s wrong.” There’s a moment of hesitation, and you pull at the thread a little harder, twisting it around your finger. “I just don’t want to eat too since I’ve -” The last part is mumbled.

“You’ve what?”

“…I’ve started dieting.” Your cheeks turn pink.

“Dieting?” Yoongi repeats, “Why?”

“I need to lose some weight.”

He shakes his head. “That’s simply not true. You’re the perfect weight, and I don’t want to hear you saying otherwise. I like you the way you are now.” He gives your arm a gentle poke. “I like this part.” He pokes your stomach. “And this part.” He moves up to your nose. “And this part. I like all of it. It’s all perfect.”

You blush, and bat his hand away. “Yeah, yeah… don’t get all mushy.” But when you go back to join your friends, Yoongi’s happy to see you tucking into a fat slice of pizza.

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Hosoek: “Ugh…” That’s a sound you haven’t heard from Hoseok in a while – the sound he makes when he knows he’s fighting a losing battle against you. But he won’t give up without a fight - oh no! He’ll see a smile break through that perfected pout of yours, even if it means bringing out the big guns! An exaggerated eye-roll and a funny face secures his victory, and you can’t cap the laughter that fizzes up inside you - this is definitely the best way to deal with a couple’s quarrel.

“Stop that,” you bash playfully at his chest, and he bends over in feigned pain –

“Wow, Y/N, you’re so mean to me! And when I’m trying to help you out as well!”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Hoseok, you stopping me from dieting isn’t going to help anything. I need to take better care of my health. You should be supporting this.”

He straightens up, straightens his face, and fixes you with a serious look. “Okay, I’ll support you – but only if you’re doing it for the right reasons.”

“I’m doing it to get healthier!”

“And you know that-”

“- that I’m completely gorgeous, with the perfect body, and that I don’t need to diet at all, and that you’re lucky to have me.”

He catches your face in his hands, palms pressing your cheeks softly, before he plunges in for a kiss. “Damn right.”

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Namjoon: “You dieting? Good one, babe.” Namjoon’s dimples deepen, his smile erupting into a fully-fledged laugh.

And then he realises you’re not joking. And his face falls. “Wait, really? You’re dieting? Why?” His mind kicks into overdrive, wondering, worrying about what could have caused this sudden decision. Before, you would have happily helped him finish off pizzas or ice-cream sundaes, but now you’re talking about empty calories and cutting carbs.

“I need to fix my figure,” you tell him, brow wrinkling into a frown.

Namjoon looks you up and down. “Babe…”


His eyes trace your body a second time. “Babe.”

“What?” you demand again.

He shakes his head. “You do not need to get in shape. Your body is so sexy.”

“Sexy?” Your nose crinkles. “You think I’m sexy?”

“Unbelievably sexy.”

You consider this for a moment. Then – “Well… I guess if you think so, maybe I’m okay.”

“No, not just okay, but-”

“Sexy, right?” You finish his sentence for him, a glint in your eyes.

“Right! Sexy.” He purrs the word.

“Say it one more time.”

“Only if you promise to stop this talk of dieting.”



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Jimin: “But I bought all these biscuits for you!” Jimin gazes at the plate of cream-coated cookies in distress, then back up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. This isn’t how he imagined you accepting his date-night gift.

You grin sheepishly. “Sorry… I forgot to tell you I was starting a diet.”

“Can’t you leave it till tomorrow?”

Your mouth pops open in mock horror. “That would be cheating!”

“In all seriousness though, dieting’s no fun. Trust me, I’ve tried it before, and it didn’t make me any happier, or healthier.” Jimin’s mouth pulls down at the corners a little, before his usual smile returns. “Come on. Just one… they’re really tasty. Just take one.” As he says this, he picks up a cookie, and bites into it slowly, never breaking eye-contact with you. It’s a challenge. (Eat one! I dare you!)

You give in. Of course you do. It’s Jimin. Leaning towards him, you kiss some of the crumbs off the corner of his mouth, then, with the taste of sugar fresh on your tongue, you concede, “Maybe one or two couldn’t hurt.” A smug grin paints itself across Jimin’s face as you reach for the plate.

Tomorrow. You can start your diet tomorrow…

Or the day after that…

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Taehyung: Taehyung doesn’t understand it. To him, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on – you’re prettier than diamonds, and stardust, and wildflowers, and sunsets, and the pictures of waterfalls they stick on travel brochures. In short - you’re perfection personified. So, Taehyung can’t wrap his head around the idea of you dieting because you’re (quote) ‘so disgusting’.

It’s eating him up, knowing that you’re unhappy, and not knowing how he can fix it. All he can do is smile, and promise you that the voice in your head is lying to you. “But I never lie, Y/N. Not to you. Not about this.”

Still, your lips stay down-turned, eyes dull, not properly seeing him through your tears.


You wipe you eyes.

“Y/N, look at me.”

You blink a few times, and look up.


You do. Despite all the negative thoughts that are bubbling around you, you manage to smile, and that’s all Taehyung needs to smile too.

“There, right there, that’s what perfection looks like.” He frames your face with his fingers, then slips his hands on down to your shoulders, looping around you and pulling you close.

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Jungkook: “You’re what?” Jungkook cocks his head at you, looking like a confused puppy across the café table.

“Dieting…” you say past a mouthful of lettuce leaves, “Quit looking at me like that. I’m not speaking an alien language. D-i-e-t-i-n-g. Dieting.”

His head remains fixed in place, tilted to one side, the corners of his eyes scrunching up.

“Stop it!” You throw a napkin at him, which misses its target and floats down to the floor. You’re laughing, and he eventually breaks his gaze to chuckle as well.

“Okay, but seriously, why are you dieting?” His arms stretch across the table, reaching for your wrists as you bring another forkful of salad to your mouth.

A shrug is his answer. “I’ve just been feeling… I don’t know… ugly lately.”

“You don’t look ugly lately.”

Your eyes trail up to his. “You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend - you have to say nice things.”

“No way!” He leans further over the table, cupping your face in his hands, “Listen, if you want to diet for your health – fine. But I don’t ever want you thinking you’re ugly, because -  honestly! cross my heart and hope to die! - you are-” (he leans forward and kisses you) “- gorgeous.”

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[I’m On Fire] - Part 3

AU!Jeffrey x Reader

[Prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: I wanted to write a flashback on how these two met, especially since they have such a huge age gap. In case any of you were curious – Also, I have been having such a serious struggle writing part 3 so if this is shitty or disappointed you guys in anyway…I’m so sorry in advance >.< I’ve written two different versions which I hated and now that I finished this draft I just wanted to post it without thinking. UGH again I’m sorry if its shitty. 

Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Fluff

Part 2 || Masterlist 

(gif by @londoncapsule


Alma was bustling with life.

Students, lovers and friends gathered together in the tiny narrow restaurant bumping elbows by the dinner tables and getting to know one another as they crowded the bar. The walls were painted an aztec blue, decorated and adorned with textiles of white, orange and mustard yellow. The eclectic music was drowned out by the sound of heavy chatter and the clinking of wine glasses.

Juxtaposing this lively atmosphere, you found yourself seated across Phoebe and Regina spending the first half of your night dealing with their chilling stares and withdrawn attitudes.

No matter how many times you profusely apologised to them, they didn’t appear to be in a forgiving mood.

“Did you guys forget how we became friends in the first place?”, you argued after they continued refusing to accept your hurtful “excuses”.

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A Ladybug Original

Written for @breeeliss​ as part of the @miraculousexchange​ Spring Exchange! Now that the authors have been revealed, I’ll go ahead and post this to my tumblr.

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“You want me to what?”

“You heard me,” Chloe snapped, tapping her foot impatiently as she stared Marinette down. “It’s in two months. That’s plenty of time.”

Marinette frowned, almost glaring back. “You want me to make a dress for you?”

“Yes,” Chloe answered as though the request was perfectly normal.

“Is this a joke?”

Chloe huffed and looked away. “No. Daddykins already offered to pay you.”

“Wait.” Marinette held up a hand. “Why would you ask me to design your dress?”

Chloe finally looked back at Marinette and sighed impatiently. “Well, you won that contest with Mr. Agreste, didn’t you? That must mean you’re good.”

“But, you could hire a professional. I don’t get it.” Marinette folded her arms over her chest. “Why come to me?”

“You’re my classmate. It’s convenient.”

“I don’t buy it,” Marinette answered, shaking her head.

“Plus, you’re an amateur, so Daddykins won’t have to pay you as much,” Chloe replied with a too-casual wave of her hand.

“You expect me to believe you care about saving money?” Marinette scoffed. “I heard you refused a picture frame because it was the wrong kind of gold.”

“I…” Chloe rolled her eyes and spat out the words like they were poison. “Fine. I happen to like some of your designs. Are you happy now?”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “You do?” It was certainly news to her, given how often Chloe teased her about her taste in clothes. “Since when?”

“Look, are you going to design something or not?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey :) I am a big fan of yours and your art tutorials haven been incredibly helpful in my journey as an artist ( i still have a lot to learn :D but i feel much more confident now) I usually draw Supernatural and occasionally Hannibal, but my best friend watched Sherlock with me and I wanted to make an art calender containing different fandoms as a christmas present. My problem is BC's face is far from standard and i'm really struggling with the sherlock portraits. Could you maybe help me? <3

So I actually find him a little easier to draw because of his distinct features! Here’s my old tutorial for studying faces which I’ll run through again with BC’s face.

Once you’ve set up as many lines as you need you can start analyzing shapes

He’s got really heavy brows that look like wierd trapezoids haha ;; and his eye shape is similar but with a curved underside

The bridge of his nose is pretty wide and about the same width all the way down. Ends in a V shape 

Really pronounced cupid’s bow. Pretty much looks like 2 triangles connected at a point

And yeah! Just put it all together.

If you’re having trouble drawing portraits from different angles I’d be happy to take a look at what you’ve got and give you some feedback. My inbox is always open!

anonymous asked:

this is a very out of the blue question but do you have tips on drawing face shapes? they are the only thing i really struggle on. with my art and i cant seem to find any good tutorials

i was actually struggling w/ this a bit too a while back!! mm, i cant offer any great tutorials but i’ll try my best! you should def take my advice w/ a grain of salt though bc my face shapes are one of the most stylized/exaggerated parts in my drawings ;v;

so i think in order to understand face shapes you need to know how the head is structured first.

Ignoring facial features like noses and lips, the two main parts that stick out of the front of the head are going to be your cheek bone and your brow bone. they’re kind of like two little mountains when you’re looking at a 3/4′s view. I think these are the features you want to primarily focus on either emphasizing or de-emphasizing depending on your style. 
The second thing to notice is that the cranium of your skull sticks out past your neck. This doesn’t really affect face shape as much as head shape, but its still an important anatomical feature to take note of!

I drew up some comparisons of a relatively proportionate face, how i would draw a face in my style, and an extremely exaggerated chibi style. 
For the first face, I tried to use harder lines and sharper angles. The transition between brow bone and cheek bone is a harsher angle. The jaw as well is more defined and the neck is relatively proportionate to the head, giving this a more realistic/masculine feel. I’m not really familiar with drawing realistic head shapes though so it still looks more stylized.
The second head is the way I typically draw faces. I tend to de-emphasize the brow bone and push the cheek out a little for a more cutesy style. I also don’t use many angles and I’ve softened the curves and jawline. Lastly, I thin out the neck to make the head appear bigger and make the ears bigger as well.
The last example is extremely common in chibi styles. I’ve completely ignored the brow bone and make the head rounder and squished in. The angle of the cheek bone kind of bounces into the extremely exaggerated cheek and once again the neck is thinned and the ears are made bigger.

I’m not sure if this was really any help on how to draw face shapes, more like generally what i try to consider when drawing a head. There are definitely better tutorials out there! But I think the best way to learn is to observe real people and consider the planes of the face. For me, the key to drawing a face is the cheek bone and jaw; they kind of transform it from a circle and a triangle into an actual head. Ofc, that’s just my personal preference, I hope I helped a little bit! Good luck!! 


Originally posted by dokyunggie

Member: Exo D.O/Kyungsoo

Type: Fluff

Your fingertips were freezing as you rushed through the automatic doors of the grocery store, your hands shoved into your pockets to try and grasp any bit of warmth inside the fabric. You shouldn’t have walked, you were a complete idiot for walking here despite your mother’s warnings about the cold. When you were younger you would’ve been able to do this easily, but you’d been living in the city too long, your body no longer accustomed to the freezing weather of your hometown.

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brutality runs in our blood

A/N: This is a secret santa present for @nekoumyu! Merry Christmas, dear and I hope you enjoy this! ( @bkdksecretsanta )

Read it on AO3 and Fanfiction.


Bakugou’s voice and the feel of his hands sliding under his shirt pulls Izuku from the haze of sleep. Still groggy from morphine, the throbbing in his arms and legs momentarily dulled, Izuku mumbles a token protest as he’s shifted onto his side, and then the heat of Bakugou’s body is warming his back. One of his muscular arms wraps around Izuku’s waist, tucking him close.

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Quiet Time (Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes Imagine)

(A/N: My first request, party hat! Toot toot!)

You were exhausted.

After a long, tiring day of keeping two ridiculously large, ridiculously wanted criminals on a shared leash all you wanted was to get back to your hotel room and sink into the beautiful porcelain tub.

Sitting on the edge, you ran your fingers under the running tap and adjusted the temperature. Squeezing half a bottle of bubble bath into the tub, you wanted to strip and get in right then but refrained. You stood up and going go the kitchen, opened the double-door fridge and hummed at its contents.

Deciding on a glass of sparkling water, you turned glass in hand back to the bathroom excitedly. Your pants came off impatiently and you nudged the door open with your bare foot, you blinked for a moment. You didn’t remember lighting any candles, yet you saw flame. Flame and hair.

“Jamison!” You hissed, “this is my bath.”

Junkrat turned to face you, grinning as he molded bubbles into different shapes. “Well technically its our bath, ‘sides, you’re always tellin’ me I need to shower!”

Setting down your glass, you raised your brows at him, “So when I want you to get into the bath you cry like a kitten, but when I don’t you throw yourself in at the sight of it?”

You pulled your shirt over your head quickly lowered yourself into the bath, gathering as many bubbles as you could to cover yourself. Jamie tried not to be phased by having briefly seen you naked and told himself that the heat rising onto his face was due to this scolding hot bath.

He’d seen you naked a dozen times since he rescued you - or as you call it ‘kidnapped’ - from a gang of cannibals in the outback of Australia.

It was romantic, really, Hog was riding shotgun on an oversized motorcycle with Junkrat in the back when they stopped by a dirty water-hole. You’d cried and pleaded to be set free by a group of three, two men and a woman.

They slapped you around, yanked your hair, knocked you down and kicked you for good measure. All for fun. Usually Junkrat and Roadhog just turned their heads when they saw trouble, they had enough on their tail as it was, but they hadn’t spotted a water-hole in weeks. They weren’t about to let it go.

The two notorious Junkers butchered a handful of the deranged, cult-like group and chased off the rest. Gathering anything of value, food, scrap, Roadhog crunched the leg of a squirming survivor and with a low growl asked, “The kid worth somethin’ to you?”

A howl of pain was swallowed by Junkrat’s hand, “Answer the man! Why all the trouble to keep ‘em?”

After a long string of sobbing, the man responded through gritted teeth, “Th-they’re from an auction. A slave-trade. We raided it an-and took a whole bunch of slaves to re-sell 'em!”

You blinked at your saviors and gulped, they looked at you like a walking dollar sign. With a howl and the rev of the engine, Roadhog, Junkrat and their newest addition - you, rode off into the night in search of a new adventure.

The man sighed and sank into the bath, his leg stretching over the length of the bath and resting against your side.

“What’re you daydreaming about?” You raised your brows and prodded Jamie’s stump carefully, “That time Roadie an’ me saved you from them cannibals back in 'Straya.”

Cupping a handful of bubbles and tossing them at him, you laughed and motioned for him to turn around. “They weren’t cannibals you twit.”

“They 'ad a man on a spit over the fire!” Jamie sat up and wiggled about before slumping and continuing to shape bubbles like clay.

“It was a boar, and why are you still wearing your arm? Take it off.” Junkrat scoffed, “Ain’t no boars in the outback. That was a man if I ever seen one. Set plenty on fire myself!”

You hummed and rested your chin on his shoulder, “Jamie,” you said softly and the junker cringed.

Your hand crept from his shoulder to his elbow and rested on the dirty metal prosthetic, tapping gently.

Junkrat huffed impatiently and swatted you away, “Fine!”

Biting your lip in fear that you’d angered him, you sat patiently and pretended not to look as Jamison pulled and pushed on the underside of his home-made prosthetic until it unlatched from his arm and dropped off. A moment of silence passed after the arm was thrown onto the marble floor with a clunk and you raised your hands, sponge in hand.

“Thanks, Jim.” The man snorted, his sour mood already beginning to fade, “Don’t even start with that, darl’.” You laughed and gently scrubbed at the broad expanse of flesh in front of you.

As the grime and gunk washed away from Jamie’s back, you noted every sunspot and scar on it. “I can’t believe there’s a whole person under this.”

“Y'say that every time, I’m not even that dirty t'day.” He countered, back arching into your hands, “Feel nice?” A low grunt was your response, “Jus’ keep at it.”

It was quiet while you washed Junkrat’s back, gliding the sponge over his shoulders and then down his back to his hips, occasionally squeezing more soap onto the sponge. “You really need to stop burning your hair off.” You tutted, squeezing shampoo into you palm. “No, no touchin’ the ha - ”

You slapped your hand onto the top of Jamison’s head, “Too late.”

Smirking, you lathered the man’s scalp, firmly massaging out any dirt, gunpowder or god knows what else gathered in his hair.

“Donno why you even do this, waste of time. I could be tinkerin’ right now an’ I’m gonna when we’re done.” You yanked on a handful of hair and pulled the man’s head back and he let out a startled yelp, “You will do no such thing. I don’t clean a carpet so you can track blood all over it, I don’t clean you so you can get covered in soot, you oaf.” Junkrat let out a long laugh and squirmed in your grip, hair slicked back with shampoo.

You took this moment to take your hand and wipe away the dirt from his cheeks, the other hand searching blindly for the sponge. “Lemme clean your face.”

The man shot up straight only to be reminded of your strong grip on his hair. You pulled him back and one of his long legs raised out of the tub as he flailed. Glaring at the back of his head, you forced him to rest against you, your chest to his back. Although it was an uneven position it gave you the upper hand.

“This ain’t fair, I’m down an arm an’ a leg.” Jamie flashed you his teeth and you laughed, “But you’re so pretty, Jamie,” you taunted, “freckles are very in right now.”

“Thems’ sunspots, not freckles!” You silenced him as the sponge found his face, “Yeah, yeah.”

You occasionally caught a glimpse of the grimace on the large man’s lips and every time you laughed. Eyes scrunched shut and lips sucked into the inside of his mouth, he really did look like some sort of rodent. “Dunk.”

You released your grip on Junkrat’s hair and he let out a breath before lowering himself and leaning back under the water. Watching his hand rub the shampoo from his hair from beneath the dying bubbles, you smiled softly.

Cupping water into your hands, you wet your hair and gasped as Junkrat emerged from beneath the waters, his wild eyebrows and uneven locks covering his eyes. “I hate that bit.” He groaned, wiping water from his face and blinking rapidly.

“You look like you were just born,“ you smirked at squinted, golden eyes. "It’s a good thing!” You defended, a large portion of shampoo in hand. “Yeah, righto.” He twirled his finger to motion you around. As the sponge found your flesh you flinched excitedly, “I do it out of love, please don’t skin me.”

“I won’t, but I might drown you, dearie.” Jamie threatened with a giggle, his leg caging you in. “Alright, grandma.”

You were barely able to take a breath before Junkrat had you under water with a wild laugh.

starlight, starlight where have you taken the night? has your heart peeled apart every finger to discover there hasn’t been any sound under your tongue after all? have the trees finally swayed the wind in a manner that does applaud the footnote of my smile deteriorating in a garden of promiscuous promise? starlight, starlight, where have you hidden your brow? we love and we love until we can’t remember when your eyes were last closed. when your smile was the only thing the sun needed to get out of bed in the morning? when did your hand in mine start to take shape of the ridges joining inward on your back? starlight, starlight, I know there’s a lot of love left in me, but I’m not sure about the poetry.
Assassin: Chapt 3

It’s up finally. I’m sorry ! I had some technical difficulties. Thank you to EVERYONE the gave me inspo for this chapter. And thank you to @completedylantrash for editing this for me. I stg I annoy her constantly about this fic. Workspace: Epilogue is next…Love ya, babez.

Word Count: 3097

Chapters: [1] [2]

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“Why isn’t there a word that means the opposite of ‘fade’?”

I asked, watching the lines of his face emerge from night’s shadow. I traced the shape of one rough brow with my thumb and felt the springy mat of his short beard against the palm of my hand, changing as I watched it from amorphous smudge to a distinction of tiny curls and wiry springs, a glowing mass of auburn, gold, and silver, vigorous against his weathered skin. 

“I dinna suppose ye need one,” he said. “If ye mean the light.” He looked at me and smiled as I saw his eyes trace the outlines of my face. “If the light is fading, the night’s coming on—and when the light grows again, it’s the night that’s fading, aye?” 

It was, too. We should sleep, but the army would be astir around us shortly. 

“Why is it that women don’t make war, I wonder?” 

“Ye’re no made for it, Sassenach.” His hand cupped my cheek, hard and rough. “And it wouldna be right; you women take so much more with ye, when ye go.” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

He made the small shrugging movement that meant he was looking for a word or a notion, an unconscious movement, as though his coat was too tight, though he wasn’t wearing one at the moment. 

“When a man dies, it’s only him,” he said. “And one is much like another. Aye, a family needs a man, to feed them, protect them. But any decent man can do it. A woman …” His lips moved against my fingertips, a faint smile. “A woman takes life with her when she goes. A woman is … infinite possibility.” 

“Idiot,” I said, very softly. “If you think one man is just like any other.” 

We lay for a bit, watching the light grow. 

“How many times have ye done it, Sassenach?” he asked suddenly. “Sat betwixt the dark and the dawn, and held a man’s fear in the palms of your hands?” 

“Too many,” I said, but it wasn’t the truth, and he knew it. I heard his breath come, the faintest sound of humor, and he turned my hand palm up, his big thumb tracing the hills and valleys, joints and calluses, lifeline and heartline, and the smooth fleshy swell of the mount of Venus, where the faint scar of the letter “J” was still barely visible. I’d held him in my hand for the best part of my life.

- An Echo in the Bone

anonymous asked:

STALI + PROM for the promts

They are huddled around each other, whispering frantically. Kali rolls her eyes at the sight of it because honestly. She’s not here for it. She grabs the oj out of the fridge and drinks from the carton because why the hell not. Setting it down she crosses her arms.

“Okay, out with it, who died?” she demands, drawing their eyes to her, “you all look—“ she puts on a face, “so who died. And it better not be one of those dogs or house pets or something.”

“Steve’s dignity,” Mike volunteers.

“I wasn’t aware he had any,” Kali says.

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I Know You


Bucky Barnes x Reader (First person)

Word Count: 349

Summary: The Winter Soldier trusted you. You worked for HYDRA, but you were always on his side. You only ever wanted his freedom, and while doing HYDRA’s bidding, you were simultaneously trying to find a way to give it to him.

A/N: The best part of having to drive an hour and a half to an appointment is the time it gives me to think. I’m not entirely confident in this one because it’s not completely fleshed out. So, if you guys don’t mind letting me know what you think, that would be awesome. I’m gonna keep working on it regardless,

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“He looked so familiar to me.”

“I know.”

“Did I… Did I know him?”

“You knew him,” I nod my head, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear, “before.”

He leans closer to me, bringing his voice down, “I don’t want to forget.”

“I’m working on it.”

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sosungalittleclodofclay  asked:

art AU pls

You gonna need a cold shower after this mate

In the late evening, Jon was seated between two pillows, patiently waiting for his model. He drew her portraits a few times, always fascinated by her mathematically perfect face. She had a sweet, heart shaped face, a small nose, large eyes and strong brows. Daenerys was one of those women who were beautiful, but you’d always remember her face. She just came in, in a simple white dress and greeted him as usual.

-So, what are we doing today?-

-I need to do a nude study of a female body for my course, so thank you for showing up.-

-Nude? You’re getting cheeky now. - She giggled. Jon smiled at her as she went behind the curtain of the studio to undress.

-I have two questions for you.-

-Shoot. – He said, setting up the canvas with brown paper and pulling out the charcoal.

-Is anyone supposed to be here but us?-

-Sam was, but he can’t make it due family obligations.-

-The second one would be do you own any clothes that aren’t black?-

-Not really!-

-Bravo! - She said, exiting the curtain. Dany wrapped a white sheet around her hips, keeping it over her breast with her small hands. She was petite, yet perfectly built, all curves and softness. She walked over slowly, sat down on the slab with a mattress and pillows, legs crossed.

-What do you want me to do?-

Eyes roaming her body, he swallowed thickly. Gesturing with his hand, he instructed her to cross and raise her legs slightly so her foot was touching the ground and put her arms on her sides. He started sketching her, but he didn’t like it, so again, he asked her to change positions, this time to put her torso sideways, but he still wasn’t satisfied. He walked over and looked at her closely.

-May I?-

-Sure. - She said, letting her arms down, her breast now left bare.

He picked up her knee, moving it over the other. He picked her legs up, putting her feet on the mattress. She held on his arm the entire time, nipple brushing his upper arm. Jon did his best to restrain himself. He placed her shoulders and arms, and went to her face. He grabbed her face with his hand, thumb brushing over her lower lip. He’d never understand what had gotten in him. He leaned forward and kissed her, pushing her legs apart with his knee. He licked her lower lip, and she opened her mouth, putting her arms around his shoulders. Dany felt a pool of warmth in her lower stomach, so she went and tried to undo his belt buckle. He helped her, now climbing on top of her, still kissing her deeply. He pulled away for a moment, leaving her in awe. Jon’s pupils were dilated and he was panting. She felt something poking her thigh and Dany giggled.

Jon just went back in, kissing her neck now. Her skin was smooth and soft and it smelled heavenly. She moaned when he went for her breast, back arching. His fingers were leaving charcoal marks on her skin, but she didn’t mind. He sucked on a dusty rose nipple, earning a moan. She now undid his shirt throwing it on the floor. His pants, shoes and underwear followed soon, now he was as naked as she was. She climbed atop of him, pushing his chest down. Jon leaned back as she straddled him, aligning her entrance with his shaft. She gave him one deep kiss and impaled herself on him, causing them both to moan. She stayed on top only for a short time, as he was eager to take more control, but she wouldn’t let him. She held his chest down for another 5 minutes, but he lost his patience. Not that she wasn’t good, but he wanted more. He grabbed her waist and turned them over, raising her knee. She was surprised by his actions.

Dany almost screamed when he played with that little bundle of nerves with his tip before pushing back in. She was almost breathless as he kissed her neck, causing her to throw her head back. She dig her nails in his back, earning a growl from him. His hands wandered all over her torso before stopping at her face, brushing a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead. They looked at each other in awe, breathless. They came soon and he fell down, rolling of her. He gave her another kiss, and she put her head on his chest.

-I think you won’t lack inspiration now.-

In the late hours, at 3 AM, Sam arrived at the apartment he and Jon shared. It had two floors, the second one was used as a studio and a tutoring room. He saw the lights were still working upstairs, so he climbed the spiral staircase. Jon must be working still. He creaked the door open, and almost chocked. The first thing he noticed was Jon’s butt. He was asleep on his stomach, arm covering Daenerys, a model that usually worked with him. Her head was on his shoulder and they were breathing steadily, soundly asleep. Sam closed the door, putting a hand on his mouth. He knew Jon had his fits and needed his inspiration, but this was unexpected.

Get The Gold

Prompt: After Dalton wins the championship, Y/N decides to help her boyfriend, celebrate..

Warning: Light smut. Nothing that bad, but if that bothers you, yeah. 

A/N: Because my dude won the title (I AM SO HAPPY BTW) here’s this! Enjoy, and honestly, if anyone has any Dalton requests, hit my inbox up. Like, send as many as you want. Honestly. xD

Word Count: 808

Tags: @baybayforlife @originalbish98 @thegenericluchadora @theprestigious0ne @reigns420 @laziestgirlintheworld @bolieve-that @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure @sheaxdevitt @i-ship-it-okay @breakfastwiththesun @littleblueghostspoon @dorkyvillain @earl-01

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anonymous asked:

Pearl and Marina with "Are you flirting with me?"

I’m sorry this took a while! ;_; I’m not a fast writer OTL. 

I hope this is alright, sorry if this seems out of character at all! I tried my best. Enjoy!
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Pearl had never exactly been the type to compliment people.

So when Pearl started making specific, sweet comments towards Marina, the octoling was surprised.

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anonymous asked:

How about this: "Wait, did you just flirt with me?" "Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing."

You didn’t give me a ship – and I decide to use Victuuri for this! HOPE YOU DONT MIND!

“Oh Yuuri! That was amazing!” Victor yelled as Yuuri landed his quad toe perfectly.

They had been at it all day. Yuuri wanting to land his quads with a better percentage rate than he had been doing. Victor had given up long ago as Yuuri’s stamina way out did his.

Yuuri flew around the ice again, getting ready for another quad. Launching into the air, he landed it perfectly.

“Oh you can KatsuDAMN me anyday!” Victor yelled out.

Yuuri tried not to laugh as he worked his way over to the side where Victor was. Grabbing his water bottle, he could feel the sweat beading on his brow and sticking to his back.

“You looked so amazing out there, Yuuri!” Victor said, his mouth forming the heart shape smile Yuuri had fallen in love with.

“I need to land these better, my free leg is still sloppy,” Yuuri groaned out.

“You can use your sloppy leg with me anytime,” Victor said with a wink.

“Wait… did you just flirt with me?” Yuuri laughed out. Sometimes Victor could be really ridiculous, but he loved that.

“Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing,” Victor said with a wink.

Yuuri leaned over and kissed Victor.

“We are engaged you idiot,” Yuuri laughed out.

“Fantastika!” Victor yelled out and ran around to the entrance to the ice, tackling Yuuri down and kissing him.

It was like this everyday and Yuuri never thought he would get use to it. Victor was always doing strange little things like this, but he loved him regardless.

Laughing as he laid out on the ice, Victor with his hand cradled behind his head, Yuuri smiled up at his fiance.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Oh Yuuri, are you flirting with me?”

“Every day!” Yuuri said before he grabbed Victor and kissed him deeply.

“WOULD YOU TWO TAKE THAT SHIT TO YOUR HOUSE AND NOT ON MY ICE!” Yakov screamed as Yuri gagged in the background.