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anonymous asked:

When do you think Harry started wearing eyeliner? Or is it a pirate right of passage to have an on point eyeliner game except he doesnt always know what he's doing?

Omg maybe when Uma and Harry were younger, she stole some makeup from whoever and decided to test it out. So, she used Harry as her guinea pig along with herself.

She did a terrible job on Harry, but Harry was like “Cool! I look like I have two black eyes!” and thus Harry started using eyeliner on himself. Even if he never really learned how to use it properly it suits him.

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My friend’s family dog died yesterday so I tried painting her a portrait because sympathy cards never strike the right note with me. The perspective is a little off, and I need to find a smaller tool for applying to masking fluid (those whiskers read more walrus than dog), but I think it turned out okay. I really like the eye on the right side of the painting.

I also learned that I need to take a huge step back every now and then to look at the painting. What doesn’t seem to work at painting distance tends to come together at a viewing distance. No doubt there’s a life lesson in there somewhere.

Finally, I can still barely write legibly enough for me to read it, even though I already know what it says.

anonymous asked:

for the date thing: i'm 16, im 6'2", and i'm a guy. i'm into a lot of things honestly - sports, the arts, you name it, although i've kinda gotten into theater because of someone i used to like. blue eyes, brown hair, and i've been told i have a amazing smile. an ideal date would just be the two of us kicking back and doing whatever you feel like.

Woah you sound amazing!! I’m obviously a theatre gal, and I love the arts. Sports, not so much, but hey! I’m into just chilling, so that sounds like it’d be a nice date. (I bet you have a wonderful smile). Would 10/10 date

I was tagged by @love-the-thief to say five things I like about myself sorry I took so long.

1. I typically am pretty okay with my hair

2. I am proud of my dedication to writing, I guess

3. I feel I have changed in personality in the past three years. I like that.

4. My favorite feature would probably be my eyes, so I like my eyes?

5. I have two cats. I like that about myself: the fact that I own two cats. Granted, they’re demon cats, but I still love them. 

I tag @vittusoppa @beijing-aru @mangoessnake @iwearplaids @magicalstardust @aroacejolras @shut-your-piehole @hermionously @goshgollythequirkiness @i-admire-enjolras

I miss the girl I used to be; like her eyes that spoke of innocence and her mind that was full of wonder.But of all things , I miss her heart the most. The heart that loved ferociously without a hint of fear.A heart that loved so greatly the universe could burst in tears. How pure and unblemished. For she was a girl who has never been hurt. Carrying a heart that was pure love to the fullest sense. How I wish I could love that way again.
—  Innocence // Conee Berdera
I miss the girl I used to be; like her eyes that spoke of innocence and her mind that was full of wonder.But of all things , I miss her heart the most. The heart that loved ferociously without a hint of fear.A heart that loved so greatly the universe could burst in tears. How pure and unblemished. For she was a girl who has never been hurt. Carrying a heart that was pure love to the fullest sense. How I wish I could love that way again.

‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’

I was perplexed how could he not see why?

‘I love you because you’re you.

I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.

I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.

I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.

I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.

I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.

I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.

I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.

I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.

I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.

I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’

I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.

The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.

—  Beauty in IT /// I love you because…
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On the topic of layers:

In the “Imagine” clip, we had a very open and comfortable Sana. Comfortable with where she was in life, with how (she thought) the two sides of her identity were at peace, with her friends and family. This is reflected, partly, with her clothes and hijab.
She chose, for the first time on screen, to wear her hijab wrapped only around her head (turban style) with visible earings. She’s also wearing a lighter makeup with light lipgloss instead of her traditional dark lipstick (Sana using her makeup as a shield was discussed before in a meta by @evenandsana here).The style makes her outfit look more open than usual.
She’s also wearing a cream coloured top which is unusual for her. We usually see her rock black and mainly black (although she sports colours sometimes, like that killer orange hoodie) but here, she is wearing a lighter colour as well and not just that: it creates an opening in her outfit.
A “white door” in her black outfit. Straight to the heart.

In the “Ikke Snakk Til Meg” clip, however, she reverts back to the style we saw her in first. Hijab tight around her chin, all black clothes with no top with a personalised type of message on (like BOY BYE) that we can see. Her outfit is entirely closed. Her makeup is the heaviest and darkest we’ve seen her in, I think (at the exception of the first time we saw her on the show, like I said). Heavy smokey eye, really dark and opaque shade of lipstick. Her expression is closed too.

I just felt like pointing out how her state of mind is reflected visually in her choice of clothing and makeup as well. And how obvious the details become when the two most opposite outfits are directly compared.

Sana is now back to being closed-off. Back to trying to protect her broken heart with as many literal and figurative layers as she can.

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YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01

So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;

1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.

2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.

*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops

Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3 beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:

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IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.

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Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.

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Bucky x Reader

Summary: no plot, just porn

Word Count: 868 | Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT. oral (f receiving)

A/N: um… i woke up horny

Tip: read this in bucky’s voice *casually sips tea*

I like it when she stands next to the door, shoulder resting on its frame, and when she has that glint of mischief in her smile, and eyes that are already brimming with lust, dark and wild and motivated to wreck me.

I like it when she walks inside, in just my wrinkled shirt, the hem of which reaches till her mid-thighs. She walks in with an intention to bring me down to my knees.

I like it when she pushes me back on the bed, legs straddling my body, hands freely roaming over my bare chest, nails drawing red angry marks. And I like it when she smirks, feeling my heart thrumming underneath her assault.

I like when she leans down, lips pressing against my neck, hips teasingly rolling down on mine, pulling a mewl of her name as a warning to behave.

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