Was inspired by the makeup look I saw on quite a lot of fashionable young women when I was in Tokyo recently.
Instead of eyes or lips, they favored a rather exaggerated flushed cheek as the focal point of their makeup. But it wasn’t just a case of slapping on a load of blusher. There’s a specific look where they mimic a glowy, radiant effect and the blush color is intense but not heavy or dark looking. If you’re extremely fair-skinned, you just need to apply a very neon-colored blush over face powder.
Extra Tip: Bring your blush just a tiny bit in closer towards your nose than usual. This helps exaggerate that cute wind-blown, doll-like effect, instead of the typical blush along the cheekbones.
If you’re not porcelain (and most of us aren’t), you can imitate that effect easily by applying a matte or semi-matte pale highlighter or blush as a color base for a brighter, more intense blush to “float” and look more color-true on top of it. If you own those multi-color blushes with a paler shade, that’s perfect for this use.
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They pushed into the bunker. Castiel made his way to the kitchen while the rest of the Winchesters watched where he disappeared through the door.
Sighing, Dean closed his eyes for a moment. He had only about a minute to shoo everyone. This could get ugly. Dean licked his lips before spinning around to look at his brother.
Lifting his hands in a surrender and arching one eyebrow higher than the other, Sam donned a smirk. “Hey, yeah, I’m heading to bed. Have fun.” He walked toward the hallway.
Biting the inside of his cheek and trying to push down the blush that was traveling to his cheeks, Dean turned to his mother.
She had a softer smirk. It was awkward, but she lightly punched his shoulder and offered a stiff nod. “Go get ‘im, tiger.”
Dean couldn’t stop the blush that time. His eyes prickled and burned with the intensity of the blush as he watched his mother slip down the hallway, too.
He wasn’t sure how ‘under control’ it was when Cas returned. In his hands were 4 bottles of beer. “Hey, I thought…” He trailed off. He looked around the empty room; a tiny confused twitch set off between his eyebrows.
“I thought maybe we should go to bed early.” Dean wrung his hands a little. He stared at his fingers.
Dean didn’t see it; he was too transfixed on his own hands, but he heard the clatter of the bottles on the table. He waited. Or he anticipated. Or he worried. He wasn’t sure what to do. There was more to this. It was heavier than it needed to be, than it used to me.
There was more that needed to be said. He opened his mouth but ended up closing it again. Everything had always went unsaid and suddenly it wasn’t.
Cas was going to die and he said it.
Where Dean was still looking at his hands, he saw Cas’ hand come close to his own. It was close enough that Dean could feel its warmth.
Dean’s breath caught. He peeked up at Cas.
Across from him, Cas was staring at their hands.
Maybe unsaid was their thing. Maybe he didn’t have to say. At least, not yet.
He looked back down at their hands. With a huge breath in his lungs, trapped there by a lump in his throat, Dean took Cas’ hand in his own.
Dean wasn’t sure how long they stood their like idiots, barely even holding hands.
Breaking the silence, Cas’ voice sounded much louder than the whisper that it was, “We should go to bed.” He began to let go of Dean’s hand, ending the moment.
Ending their moment prematurely in Dean’s opinion.
Tightening his grip, Dean shoved the lump in his throat to the side. “How about the same bed, buddy?” GOD, did he really say it like that? That was horrible.
But it did the trick. Cas’ hand relaxed into his.
That night, they slept, all curled around each other, all balled up in their own universe. A profound, little universe they’d carved out of the rest of the world.
It didn’t smell like food, but it sure as hell smelled like home.
Solar: you make a joke about it raining in the bedroom but yongsun doesn’t notice. she’s still floating in the clouds, back arched, deliriously happy and spent. she’s the type to shake after release, and be over sensitive for the next while.
Moonbyul: squirts while trying to hold intense eye contact, hands buried in your hair, pressing you to her core, to ensure you don’t pull away as she reaches her peak. she comes with a heavy sigh and some curses, squeezing her eyes shut even though she’s trying to keep them open
Wheein: tries very hard not to be loud but is, in fact, very very loud. she grinds her hips, trying to keep stimulation through her high. blushes intensely afterwards and apologizes about ruining the bed sheets; “I didn’t know I could do that, sorry”
Hwasa: shocks even herself when she squirts. giggles and presses her legs together, curling up on her side, unable to make eye contact at first. “sorry, did it get in your eyes?”
Track 6 with Ushijima-sensei! This is the one you’ve all been waiting for! Sorry for the delay! Tumblr and my laptop really like to be cockblockers!
It’s about 1 AM where I live right now, but since all of you have been more than patient with me even though I only started posting recently, I really wanted to get this out for you guys. Since it wouldn’t work on the audio post, I had to put on as a link, so just go to it and enjoy!
THIS TRACK IS NSFW! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ANYTHING USE HEADPHONES!(Ps, turn up the volume for this one. Trust me, you will not regret it. Just don’t turn it up too high.) I’M NOT LIABLE FOR DEATHS CAUSED BY INTENSE BLUSHING OR EXCESSIVE NOSEBLEEDS!
No summary this time I’ll just let you guys listen. ;D