Au Naturel Lipstick

So, I wanted to make some lipstick and I got waaaaay too carried away with the swatches. There’s 112 swatches, almost any possible neutral for any possible skin tone and some slightly bright colors too!

@simloops I kept #34 and#135 just for you! They’re just not the same numbers anymore as I cut down on the amount of colors slightly.



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Faded Jeans

I recently fell in love with @simvy‘s converted patched jeans but the colors were a little too bright (and well colorful) for my liking so I went ahead and recolored them in my forgotten palette.


  • Mesh by simvy is required
  • File size is 2 MB
  • The lighter colors are kinda (really) bright inside CAS so be warned
  • Custom thumbnail
  • Enjoy 💕

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TOU: Please do not reupload

I always think of you when the sun rises and the sky flickers with brilliant colors like the pink of your flushed cheeks. The blue of your cold lips in winter. The yellows of your bright soul and the purples of your dull days. I want every hue that is streaked with a creative finger upon the galaxies and your skin.
When I’m enveloped in the warmth of my bed and the universe rocks me to sleep, I always dream of you at night when the stars are beaming and I am reminded of why I wake to see them scattered across your cheekbones and the curve of your nose. But dreams like those don’t do.
I always glance at you in the afternoon when your laugh roars over my radio and the silence in my head. It casts the shadows of the day away from my face and dusts the corners of my smile to make it feel new again. And I’m thankful for every time that you look back at my way, even if I’m flustered as I am because of your eyes.
They are an embodiment of the ocean, contrast themselves with the warmth they invite you into. Before I met you, blue had always been my favorite color for the wrong reasons. It was chilling, dull, and soul piercing. But you redefined the color into meaningful, serene and free, making me want to build a home in your blue.
And perhaps you would find it peculiar, how I find beauty in your colors. The white in your smile. The gray in your thoughts. The scattered paint on your skin when you try to create something that makes sense out of everything in the world that doesn’t.
I don’t know how to convey how much I adore you, how the skies come closer to watch and listen to you. Sometimes, it hurts how they come to you through all hours of the day while I only find you whilst I’m awake, but do know that I love you more than all the galaxies you are composed of. You are my world, my moon, my stars, and you shine brighter than them all. You are colors too bright and colors too dark, the hue people love to have their homes as and the paintings that take two years to be finished. You are my favorite masterpiece.
Ty was silent, and in that silence, Kit thought of Ty’s headphones, the music in his ears, the whispered words, the way he touched things with such total concentration: smooth stones, rough glass, silk and leather and textured linen. There were people in the world, he knew, who thought human beings like Ty did those things for no reason—because they were inexplicable. Broken.
Kit felt a wash of rage go through him. How could they not understand everything Ty did had a reason? If an ambulance siren blared in your ears, you covered them. If something hit you, you doubled up to protect yourself from hurt.
But not everyone felt and heard exactly the same way. Ty heard everything twice as loud and fast as everyone else. The headphones and the music, Kit sensed, were a buffer: They deadened not just other noises, but also feelings that would otherwise be too intense. They protected him from hurt.
He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live so intensely, to feel things so much, to have the world sway into and out of too-bright colors and too-bright noises. When every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven, it only made sense to calm yourself by concentrating all your energy on something small that you could master—a mass of pipe cleaners to unravel, the pebbled surface of a glass between your fingers.
“I don’t want to tell you not to go to the Scholomance if it’s what you want,” said Kit. “But I would just say that it isn’t always about people trying to protect you, or knowing what’s best for you, or thinking they do. Sometimes they just know they’d miss you.”
“Livvy would miss me—”
“Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
It was a bit like stepping off a cliff, far scarier than any con Kit had ever run for his dad, any Downworlder or demon he’d ever met. Ty looked up in surprise, forgetting the glass in his hands.
He was blushing. It was very visible against his pale skin. “You would?”
“Yeah,” said Kit, “but like I said, I don’t want to stop you from going if you want to—”
“I don’t,” Ty said. “I changed my mind.” He set the glass down. “Not because of you. Because the Scholomance appears to be full of assholes.”
Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he’d miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled up over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room.
—  so, let me know if there’s any heterosexual explanation for this por favor
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.”


he’s so beautiful (´▽`ʃƪ)♡

drop the game

For a long time, the world just rolls by. Andrew lets it. He watches the seconds slip through his fingers, watches the minutes tick away on the clock, the hours pass. Listens to the life happening outside his window, outside his car, outside him. The world is painted in boring greys and plain blacks and austere whites, no matter how long he looks. He’s only here because he has to be.

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the thing that really bothers me about su critical stuff is that there are legit criticisms of steven universe, e.g. “bismuth is ignored and sidelined” or "a show that the creators say is meant to support lgbtq kids aired an episode about ‘just giving your bigoted relatives a chance :)’ the thanksgiving just after the nightmare 2016 election season.” but these actual serious problems get drowned out by like, “the colors are too bright” or “this character has been foreshadowed but not introduced yet” or “how come rose quartz didn’t resurrect every human who ever died”

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premieres w tom??? ❤️

“no, this color is too bright,” you shouted from the dressing room. you sighed and ran your hands over your face. the premiere for chaos walking was just a couple of days away and you were still searching every rack in every store (from about three different malls). it’s not that you didn’t like anything, you were just so nervous that you couldn’t find anything that you felt fit the occasion. you begged tom not to go with you, knowing how long you’d take. he invited you as if it were no big deal, and you accepted it as such - except, on the inside, your whole world flipped upside down. this would be your first premiere with tom as his partner. you had been to a couple of premieres with tom as a friend, but this was next level shit. you didn’t feel like you were in the spotlight, but as more people asked about yours and tom’s relationship, you felt like you were under the lens a lot more. so, this time you cared about what you were seen in.

“tom’s gonna love you in anything,” you heard harrison say. harrison was a mutual friend and the poor sap who got dragged to the mall with you. he didn’t make a fuss about it, he’d been in the same situation before. “plus, you’ve picked out a few great choices. i say the next one you see, you get. pick your sizes and don’t think about putting it on. the first time you wear it will be the day of the premiere.” you nodded, to yourself mostly considering you were still in the dressing room. you changed quickly into your regular clothes and walked out. you glanced up and down the aisles, harrison following you. you passed a black and white schemed outfit and it was like the heavens above held a spotlight to it for you. “this one,” you whispered “i want this one.”

“love? are you ready?” tom fixed his tie. he didn’t register how nervous you were, because he knew you’d been fine at the other premieres, so he didn’t worry too much about how you felt. but when he walked into the bathroom where you were getting ready and saw your hands coming down to smooth out your clothes as you eyed yourself intently in the mirror - he knew something was off. “you alright, darling?” you looked at him through the mirror, your eyes wide but you nodded despite the eruption in your stomach. he walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “look at you,” he mumbled into your neck, placing soft kisses along the way as his lips lifted to your ear to whisper, “absolutely perfect.” he kissed the shell of your ear before turning you around to face him, gently lifting you by the waist and placing you on the counter. “how did i get so lucky?” he smiled at you after taking in a long look and then leaned in to kiss you, trapping you on top of the sink. you tried your best to ignore your nerves and enjoy the kiss but even tom could feel you were out of it.

“what’s wrong?” he leaned his forehead against yours, his arms circling your waist. you were about to protest, but you realized it wouldn’t do any good. “i’m scared - of the interviewers, the public eye, i guess.” you could feel the heat in your cheeks as you thought of how ridiculous you sounded. “you’ve been to, like, three of these,” there was confusion laced in his voice and prominent in his features, “what’s different about this one?” you fiddled with his tie. “we’re dating.” he laughed at loud, pulling away from you. “so? we had dealt with dating rumors before we were an item. it’s the same now, except they aren’t rumors. i get all of the benefits.” you shoved his shoulder playfully when he winked at you, laughing out loud yourself. “i guess… i just don’t want to mess this up for you, or steal your spotlight with questions about our relationship.” tom shook his head, bringing his lips back to yours. they barely touched, when tom started speaking, “i wouldn’t blame them if they became distracted by you,” a peck, “i find myself in the same dilemma in your presence.”