Lardo - she loves all sorts of colour and finishes - from hot red to midnight black, from matte to metallic, she loves ‘em all. Yes, she can only afford drugstore-priced lipstick, which might have a tendency to flake or go patchy or have to be retouched more frequently, but damn, when she swipes it on, she feels empowered.
Pink is for days when she is in a lighter mood and more likely, when she is going to spend all day in the studio working her ass off and promptly forgets to retouch. Lilac is for days when she is somber and needs to deal with seemingly endless number of things, plus it looks really good with her hair. Nude is for days when she has her sharpest, cleanest cat eyeliner on. Orange, albeit not really her cup of tea, is for days when she wants to be more energetic.
And red - Samwell Red - is of course designated for match days.
Alicia - she has a collection of lipsticks, a lot of which are from designer brands, but her favourite is actually clear lip gloss, or those that only bring a hint of colour, She is definitely the one who passes the “tendency to dress like a Burger King robber while giving no fucks” gene to Jack*, so you can often see her rocking cherry-coke favor lip smacker, red top, blue leggings, and green converses while walking around the town; in fact she does like putting different colours onto her lips, just that she often forgets to remove it properly and directly faceplants to bed, and y’know, it is not good at all. *[the fantastic Alicia does not dress well headcannon belongs to @foxtrotdefencesquad ]
Camilla - she loves pastel pink satin lipstick, which really suits her. I mean, just look at how lush her lips are. When she is in a match she usually only wears lip balm, but she often wears bubblegum pink liquid lipstick in the gym.
Caitlin - Rosy tones look really good on her! It doesn’t hurt that this shade is relative low-maintenance - swipe, blot, and you’re done. Cait does have a blue lipstick which she proudly wears when watching a Shark’s game, live or not, and she puts it on Chowder too. That Californian ray of sunshine is ecstatic.
Mandy & Jenny - they cannot really put on any sort of lip product now, but they can change their lip colour to whatever they want. Still, they miss the sense of being in physical touch with a wand and the feeling of painting the colours on; it might very well be one of their last links to tangibility.
George - she prefers lip balm. It is practical, efficient, and on point; her natural lip colour is more than enough. Burgundy shades look amazing on her though.
Suzanne - she wears lipsticks with only a wash of colour, though deep in her heart she has a thirst for opaque unique shades. Well, she secretly wants to be a hipster afterall.
Bonus: Beth, from my Bittle’s fav cousins headcannon - She is aggressively ginger so her hair alone is already fantastically vibrant. Still, she wears a lot of different colours, and her favourites are reds and mauves. She wears green as a joke occasionally (that combination makes her look like a honest to god carrot, and it is rad, okay) and once when she was rocking it and did not think twice before skyping with Bitty, his immediate response was, “Oh my Lord, Beth, you look fabulous, but are you a Flyers fan now?????”
When I was younger,
about eight, I think, Jenny Martin from down the road would come babysit me.
For the most part, Jenny was a really great babysitter. It
was during the summer, when my parents had to work, so she and I would spend
the whole day together. From memory, she was really tall, but that could be
because everyone is tall when you’re eight. She had brown hair, brown eyes and
freckles. I think she was fifteen or sixteen. Jenny always loved doing the
things I loved doing. She would play Barbies with me, and finger paint and give
me a cookie at lunch. Sometimes we’d walk to the park and have a picnic lunch.
She was really great.
I think my parents would come home at 4:30, because she
always left, just before dinner. And my mom and dad would ask how my day was,
and I would hop around and tell them all the fun I’ve had. Those summer days
were great. But then, school started. My parents wanted the occasional date
night, sometimes worked longer hours, etc. So Jenny would come over after
school, and stay really late.
The first few nights were fine. We had things like chicken
nuggets or Mac ’n’ Cheese, or hot dogs for dinner. One night, that I remember
really clearly though, we had chicken breast. My mom had left a recipe and all
the spices on the counter, but I remember Jenny didn’t touch a single one. And
when dinner was served, sitting beside some raw veggies, was an equally raw piece
of chicken. I remember being really confused and pointed out to Jenny that I
didn’t think it was cooked right. And she said,
“Raw is a delicacy. Eat up.” I didn’t know what delicacy
meant, but it sounded fancy, and I trusted her, so I ate the meat. Jenny did
too; she tore into it like it a starving dog, and blood dripped off her
fingers, and fat smeared her mouth. She licked her lips and sucked her fingers
before cleaning up.
Since I was eight years old, I naturally had a bedtime,
which my mom tells me was 7:30. So at 7:25, Jenny would help me brush my teeth
and get into my PJs and read me a bedtime story, before tucking me in.
I always fell asleep rather quickly; I think most little
kids do. And since I didn’t have a clock in my room, I have no idea how long it
was before I woke up to strange sounds coming from the downstairs. If I had
been any older I would have investigated. But my eight-year-old self would
hunker under the blankets and squeeze her eyes shut, trying desperately to
ignore the faint gurgling and scratching coming from the living room.
The next morning, I’d tell my parents there were funny
sounds from downstairs and they told me Jenny heard them too. Apparently, the
water heater needed a new pipe or something. I don’t remember exactly the story
Jenny told them, but I bought it.
pretty sure I was an accident. Now that I’m older, I’ve heard stories of how
neither of my parents wanted kids, and a drunk Uncle Finn told me that I was
conceived in the bushes of a Van Halen concert. My parents were pretty good
parents - are pretty good parents, but even as a kid, I could
tell they didn’t like having me tag along. So the nights with Jenny slowly
became more frequent as they trusted her more and more.
About a month after the water heater story, I decided to see
if it really was the water heater. Like usual, I brushed my teeth, changed,
read a story and went to bed. And like usual, I woke up who-knows-how-much
later to weird noises. I grabbed the flashlight I had previously stashed under
my pillow (I would need it for the basement) and slowly crept from my bed. I
creaked open my bedroom door, and made my way towards the sounds. I remember
being confused, because the gurgling seemed to be coming from the living room –
where Jenny was, and not the basement which was in a different direction. I
reasoned the sounds must be coming from a vent or something.
I turned off the flashlight because I didn’t want Jenny to
catch me snooping around, and besides, the TV light was plenty to see by. The
noises were really loud in the living room. I slowly peeked my head around the
corner of the door way. Jenny sat on the couch, with her knees pulled up to her
chest, her arms wrapped around her knees and her hair falling over her
downward-tilted face. She wasn’t even facing the TV. She was facing me.
Dylan’s rich guy problems of being an alcoholic and constantly going to Baha.
Brenda decides to become an animal activist and takes it too far (as per) and ends up arrested
Brandon decides to drink because everyone thinks he is a square, after 2 drinks gets drunk, crashes his car and vows to drink because he is angry with his drunken behaviour and therefore goes to an AA meeting. (All in one episode)
Andrea,known for being a know it all an constantly stalking Brandon.
Kelly crying because everyone in Beverly Hills knows her mum is a coke head Yikes!
Steve crying because another girl made a mug of him. (Again!)
David Silver’s unacceptable dancing and rapping. Period.
And Donna or should i say Tori Spellings acting is the most dramatic and controversial of them all
No but guys, Parent’s Trap AU with twins Enjolras and Cosette.
Filled under “fics I will never write” BUT I am so inspired by this (and plot twist : it has Valvert, Mariusette, Enjoltaire, Courferre, and Montponine) (don’t underestimate my capacity to include my ships in everything I writte.)
So get this:
Valjean and Javert are in love and they adopte adorable blonde baby twins and call them Enjolras and Cosette.
But the plot being the plot, they break up. Valjean keeps Cosette and Javert keeps Enjolras. (And yes this is the weirdest arrangement ever but blame the movie not me).
And so we have on one hand Cosette and Valjean having pretty much the same relationship they have in the book, sweet and caring, but with a slightly overprotective Valjean. On the other hand we have Javert and Enjolras who deeply love each others, but have trouble communicating and therefore don’t get along that well. With Enjolras being his revolutionary self and Javert being … well … himself.
And this could have been their life IF VALJEAN AND JAVERT DIDN’T SEND THEIR KIDS TO THE SAME BLOODY VACATION CAMP.
Okay can we take a moment to imagine fucking Cosette and fucking Enjolras AT WAR AGAINST EACH OTHER ??? They are the most determined and savage characters from the book like can you imagine the bloodbath ???
And to make it clear, Cosette is the one trapping Enjolras’ room like they do in the movie. Yes Cosette can be evil as fuck.
And then obviously they discover the truth because they both have half of a super cheesy 80′s wending picture with Valjean and Javert (just imagine) and they decide to switch places.
Okay so for this to work I made some canon divergences BUT BEAR WITH ME GUYS I PROMISE IT WILL WORTH IT TRUST ME.
For exemple : at home, Enjolras obviously has Les Amis but Grantaire isn’t part of it. In fact, he doesn’t know Enjolras, because he lives near Cosette. Not Enjolras.
At home, Cosette has two best friends : Eponine and Grantaire. (Squad goal amarite ?)
At home, Enjolras has Les Amis, Marius, and in a way Montparnasse who shows up sometimes.
And therefore when they switch, Enjolras end up with Valjean, Eponine, and Grantaire. On the other side Cosette end up with Javert, Les Amis and Montparnasse.
Valjean is super glad to have his daughter back, but can help to notice that she is different. She seems more politics aware, more rebel, she questions more of his decisions (it’s not a bad thing though) … Eponine notices too. And so does Grantaire. Actually he might be … developing some feelings for her ???? Which is odd because Cosette is her best friend and he never felt anything else for her before.
And Enjolras is freaking out because this painter guy is really cute and seems to like him, but it’s obviously because he thinks he is Cosette and ANGST.
On the other side, Javert is surprised as well by his son. He is way more gentle, speaks to him more, ask him a lot of questions about him. Les Amis are also surprised to see that Enjolras talks a lot more about feminist and prison issues.
Also there is a subplot where Cosette notices that Courfeyrac and Combferre like each others and act as a match maker.
It works. They make out and everything is great.
And Marius is confused as fuck. Because he never considered himself attracted to guys, but since he is back Enjolras seems different more gentle and sweet. And Cosette freaks out as well because he obviously likes Enjolras and not her and damn this guy is cute and ANGST.
And one day Montparnasse shows up and immediately realize that it’s not Enjolras for plot reasons. But he promise Cosette he won’t tell.
On the other side, Eponine find out as well and make the same promise to Enjolras.
AND FINALLY THE TIME OF THE REUNION COMES
Also no “Meredith” in this fic because I always found her useless in the movie and I have enough subplots already. (If we really need some obstacle between Valjean and Javert, Javert’s pride will do).
Being the only ones who know the truth, Montparnasse and Eponine help the twins to organize the reunion and BAM MONTPONINE HAPPENS !
Montponine is love. Montponine is life.
No but seriously it will be like Martin and Jenny. They help to organize the whole reunion in a hotel, meet up and go like WELL HELLOOOOOO.
(Let me have my ship)
So Valvert reunion with every cheesy romcom cliche ever.
And yes it means that Enjolras, Cosette, Montparnase, Eponine and Les Amis organize them a big ass romantic dinner in a ship with fireworks.
It also means that Javert threw a hairdryer at Valjean.
SUBPLOTS RESOLUTION : Grantaire finds out that Cosette is a guy and Enjolras freaks out thinking he is going to hate him but Grantaire is like “Are you kidding ? I love you even more as yourself ! I did not fall in love with Cosette ! I fell in love with you !”
And they make out and everything is great.
And Cosette goes to Marius like “I”m so sorry you thought I was Enjolras you must be so disapointed” and Marius is like “Are you kidding ??? You are so much better then Enjolras !! I love you”
And they make out and everything is great.
And also at the end you think that Valjean and Javert won’t get back together because Javert leaves with Enjolras again.
But !!!! Valjean and Cosette are wanting them home just like in the movie.
And Valjean says “I thought for one I should be the one chasing you”