Coconut oil? Nah, man, fuck that. Okay, coconut oil is pretty great, especially for whitening teeth, but let’s talk almond oil.
Benefits and Uses:
This is a perfect face moisturizer if you have dry skin. Unlike coconut oil, this won’t clog your pores. It leaves your skin glowing and even makes it softer, since it contains vitamin E. It also lightens acne scarring.
Almond oil can be used to remove makeup, especially eye makeup and liquid lipsticks. No more rubbing your eyes!
Massage a bit under your eyes before bed. It will reduce dark circles, as well as fine lines.
Use it to treat chapped lips! Personally I prefer to use rosehips oil on my lips, but almond oil works well too.
Use it on your body! Moisturize your hands, feet, and elbows with it. It’s a light oil, so it won’t leave you feeling greasy and it absorbs easily. Almond oil can help prevent and lighten stretch marks too!
Almond oil also promotes hair growth! Use it on your lashes and brows. You can also use castor oil - castor oil is a little heavier than almond oil, so it’s just a preference thing, they work about equally well for me.
Use it in your hair! 1-2x per week, massage a bit into your scalp. It will make your hair more lustrous and it’ll look healthier! Replace any leave-in conditioners with this. Pro-Tip: Try mixing it with olive oil and castor oil in equal parts.
The scent is very light too, it doesn’t even smell like almonds, so don’t worry about the smell. It’s also super affordable. You can buy a 16oz bottle on Amazon for around $10.
Just a lil
Newt smut for you guys since you seem to love it ;)
Newt Scamander x Reader
to explain the kind of bliss you receive from being able to wake up next to the
person you love. For Newt, it was as if every morning he was reborn, in love
and in light, and any evil, any bad in the world, was incomprehensible. When it
was just your sleeping face, resting with your mouth slightly agape and a soft
snore escaping you, it was impossible to think that anything apart from utter
peace existed. When he looked at you, he always became aware of his heartbeat.
It no longer sped upon sight of you, but rather he realized it had relaxed, as
if knowing that it didn’t have to squeeze in more beats, knowing it now
belonged to you and didn’t have to try. And his cheeks no longer turned ruby
red, instead settling for a healthy pink glow that ran along the tip of his
nose as well.
I’ve been getting a lot of messages recently asking about how I ‘look so pretty’. Believe me, I love compliments as much as the next gurl but trust me when I say this; it’s the watercolours, not the canvas.
I don’t have a naturally pretty face. I don’t say that in a “I’m ugly, please tell me otherwise” way… I simply have a blokish face. It really is the makeup that makes all the difference.
I started this blog all those years ago to do two things:
1. Be accepted as a crossdresser genderfluid individual.
2. To help others with the same goal.
It’s been a long time since then, and I like to think that the first is complete and the second is ongoing. At the same time, it’s really easy to forget how much I had to learn when I started out. Everything that comes naturally to me now would’ve been alien to Jess 7 years ago.
With that in mind, I thought I’d compile a handy guide to getting started with makeup. I’ve written similar posts before but I feel like it’s worth going more in-depth for such a key subject.
This week I’m going to cover the base parts; concealer, foundation and powder. I’ll go into detail about lips, eyes and others over the coming weeks.
Ask any artist and they’ll tell you the same thing; you can’t paint on a spoiled canvas. The same goes with your face; if it isn’t clean and ready to paint on then the final effect isn’t going to look as good as it could.
Start by throwing some aftershave (yes, aftershave) on around your beardy areas. This helps to close up your pores after you’ve shaved and means you won’t get oily foundation underneath your skin. It won’t make too much of a difference to the final look but you won’t get a rash/spots afterwards!
If, like me, you’re an extremely hairy individual, then you’ll need to add a little bit extra to your makeup routine. If not, just skip the first step.
Take a concealer stick and apply it in tribal marks across your beard shadow; make sure to remember the neck as well! Blend it in with your skin until it’s all even; It should look like your chin, cheeks and neck are a slightly lighter colour than the rest of your face.
After this, take another concealer stick (you can use the same but I prefer using two different brands) and apply it in the same fashion to your whole face. Use your fingers to blend this in the same manner as before.
The reason you add two layers of concealer is because you need to hide your beard shadow. Adding the single layer just to your bearded areas will make your face look slightly unbalanced, whereas adding two layers will hide the shadow and then match the new tone with the rest of your face.
There are plenty of tutorials online on ‘How to apply foundation’. I’m going to cover something a bit more specific: How to get the right foundation for YOUR skin.
Applying foundation is the same as concealer, apply to face and blend together, nice and simple… as long as it’s the right colour.
I know there’s going to be a fair few people who don’t like my solution, but it’s worked for me time and time again.
Go to your local makeup shop and speak to an adviser. When they ask who you’re buying foundation for tell them “YOURSELF”. Yeah I know, it’s probably a bit scary, but it’s the best way to get the foundation that will best suit your skin colour. Don’t hide behind a girlfriend/friend, tell them it’s for you. They don’t need to know you’re a crossdresser; you could be an actor or it could be for a fancy dress party. As long as they know you’re the one using it then they’ll get you the best foundation for you.
You will be applying your powder on last. I don’t mean after your foundation and concealer, I mean after literally everything else. But seeing as it’s part of the canvas, it’s getting mentioned here (also there are a lot of gurls who can get away without doing the lips/eyes/others).
Treat your powder like your foundation, you need to get the right colour. Fortunately there aren’t as many powder colours so you can usually do it by sight without having to ask anyone (although if you’ve already asked about the foundation then you might as well ask about the powder).
Once the rest of your makeup is done, take a large brush and swirl it into the powder in circles. When you apply it, brush it lightly over your whole face. You’ll probably need to do this a few times to make everything look even.
The purpose of powder is to hold your makeup in place and to give your face that matte finished look; it’s also one of the steps that a lot of crossdressers miss out on.
Sorry that I don’t have any pictures to go along with the makeup routine! Once I’ve written all the makeup posts I’ll put them together as a ‘quick-guide’ with pictures and everything!
Make sure to come back next Monday where I’ll be covering Eye Makeup!
Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.
The chatter of the crowded cafe surrounded you, but at the small table you found in the far corner, it all seemed to fade away. You had no idea how Yoongi had actually talked you into coming, no idea why you weren’t running away–that was all you really wanted to do. There were a million reasons you could think of for Yoongi to be there, and not one of them good.
It didn’t help that every time you looked at him you were reminded of just how much you cared about him, and just how much you had hurt each other. There was no recovering after what had happened, but Yoongi’s uncharacteristically shy smile gave you butterflies and a hope that you knew was stupid.
You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been sitting there, avoiding the other persons eyes and busying yourselves looking at the table or the floor, but your large coffee was nearly empty and Yoongi had pushed his aside a while ago.
Part of you wanted to keep the silence. It was nice (even if painful) to be around him again, and as long as neither of you said anything, you could pretend that everything was fine, and this wasn’t the last time you would probably ever see him. Even though you knew that the longer it went on, the worse it would be when he was gone, you wanted to live in the moment a little longer.
But the rational part of you knew better. You needed to get this over with, to rip it off like a bandaid. Maybe today would give you some closure, there was at least a small chance. But either way, the sooner you were out of this cafe and back at your desk, the sooner you could go back to pretending that everything was fine.
“So how have you been?” You asked finally, and Yoongi’s eyes snapped to yours so fast you nearly jumped.
“Really good, actually.” He said, and you tried to smile. You genuinely were happy to hear this, but it made your heart sink none the less. It was selfish, you knew, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t hoping to hear that he had missed you. “I started playing the piano again, even called my parents last week.”
“That’s great.” You said, broadening your smile. You wondered briefly if you would ever have the chance to hear him play again, but knew that it was unlikely. Even so, the fact that he was doing something he loved again made you more than happy for him.
“What about you?” There was a hesitant concern in Yoongi’s eyes, and you did your best to brush it off. You didn’t know quite how to answer his question, knowing that telling him the whole truth would be pointless.
“I’ve been staying out of trouble.” You said with a smile, wanting away from the subject as soon as possible. “Your new job’s been okay?”
“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded. “I’ll be honest, my boss isn’t as cool as Namjoon, but it’s been going really well.”
“I’m happy for you.” You said, unsure of what else to say, but you meant it. At least one of you had moved on and was happy.
“Thanks.” It was a simple phrase, but there was something genuine about Yoongi’s smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Look, about what happened…” Yoongi started, and you shook your head. You knew this was going to happen, and you didn’t really want to hear whatever it was Yoongi had to say. It was just going to make all those emotions resurface, and you didn’t know how you were going to deal with it all again.
“Yoongi…” You started, but he cut in.
“You said you’d hear me out.” He said, his eyes determined. “And I’m afraid if I don’t hurry up and say this, I never will. So I need you to just listen for a bit.”
You nodded reluctantly, eyes flicking to him before settling on his hands. His nails were bitten down to the quick, and you wondered if it was from nerves at the thought of seeing you. You immediately scolded yourself, there was no reason for you to believe that.
“I never wanted to care about you.” Yoongi began, and already you were wishing he hadn’t. “Not that it was just you, I kept my distance from everyone for years–I had about a million reasons that I used to rationalize it. I thought I could keep feelings out of it, but you’re just so…” His voice trailed off, and you could have sworn his cheeks had a hint of pink. You could tell he wasn’t having an easy time saying any of this, but you didn’t want to interrupt. “You scare me.” He said after a second, and you couldn’t help a laugh.
“Thanks.” You snorted, playing with a bracelet on your wrist. Yoongi shook his head, giving you a half-smile.
“I said that wrong.” He muttered. “I meant, the way I feel about you scares me.”
You looked up at him slowly to find that his eyes were locked on yours. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, that same flicker of hope leaping into your throat.
“That I care about you more than I was willing to admit, even to myself. And I treated you like crap for it. I guess I thought maybe if you hated me, I could get over you or some shit.” Yoongi’s eyes dropped, and you opened your mouth to say something. No sound came out however, and you shut it again.
Could Yoongi be serious? You almost thought that maybe it was some kind of cruel joke, but you were fairly sure even Yoongi wasn’t that good of an actor. You went over his words in your head, biting your lip.
“I treated you like shit for so long that by the time I finally realized what an idiot I was being, it was too late. So I left.”
“Yoongi–” You tried again, but he interrupted.
“But I shouldn’t have.” He said firmly. “You didn’t deserve to suffer because I couldn’t be an adult about my feelings. Not a day has gone by since then that I haven’t wanted to tell you, I just couldn’t figure out how. And I can’t tell you how sorry I am for it–for everything.”
You hated that his words were causing your eyes to pool with tears, and you sniffed while trying to blink them away. What were you supposed to say to all that?
“I guess that’s all I wanted to say.” Yoongi said with a somewhat nervous laugh. “I don’t expect you to give me a second chance or anything, I could never ask for that, I just thought you should know. I should probably go now.” He said as he began to stand. “I just–I didn’t want you to think that it was something you did, or–”
“Don’t go.” You snapped. “You can’t just say all that shit and leave, fucking asshole.” Yoongi sank back down in his chair, looking completely bewildered
Note: The first conversation between Lip and Kevin is literally from season 2 episode 2… I just changed the context. There’s also a part where it shifts from present to past tense, and then back to present, but it should be pretty easy to pick up on.
oppressive summer heat caused the sundress you were wearing to stick to your
skin as you briskly walked through the park.
Your eyes were set on the run-down ice cream van in the parking lot
beside the baseball field. You had been
perfectly content laying around in your air-conditioned room just ten minutes
before, but Lip had texted you to meet him at the park.
Lip. What was there to say about him? No explanation to describe the relationship
between the two of you would be adequate. There simply was not a word to define your
“thing”, as you two had been referring to your connection lately. To be completely honest, it was starting to
upset you. Your relationship had begun
as a friendship many years in the past.
Over the years, both of you had been in your fair share of bad
relationships. After you had both been
devastated by your last relationships, Lip’s with Karen and yours with another
guy from the neighborhood, you found solace in each other. It was nothing like your past
relationships. You never felt pressured
into doing anything you were uncomfortable with too soon. In fact, you and Lip hadn’t even taken your
relationship all the way over the couple months you had developed into a
“thing”. It was very unlike him. It was actually very unlike you, too, but
your last relationship had you taking things slow. You wanted this to be different. You wanted it to be special. If it was special you were willing to fully
commit, but the ambiguity of the relationship left you hesitant. Recently, you had been fearing that this was
not to Lip’s liking.
prompt: could you possibly write some poly!southern mf democratic republicans xreader
summary: each of your partners have been elected into the white house. you are now the first lady of the united states of america.
t/w: none! fluff mostly.
a/n: yes!! of course! i’ve been waiting to do this for the longest time lol i just really love poly ships.
i have never been inside the white house so i must say thanks to google images. i just thought this idea would be really cute. i also had to google a ton of stuff about what a first lady/vice president/chief of staff does. i just hope i got everything right! hope you like it!
FEEL THE RAIN ON UR SKIN NOONE ELSE CAN FEEL IT FOR U ONLY U CAN LET IT IN NO ONE ELSE NO ONE ELSE CAN SPEAK THE WORDS ON UR LIPS TREAT URSELF WITH WORDS UNSPOKEN LIVE UR LIFE WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN 😜😜🤓🤗😇😅😄😊
Request: “Can I request
Percival Graves x reader, where she has a terrible, stressful day at work and
she comes home late and in a really bad mood, so Percy comforts her as much as
he can and it leads to a gentle, loving smut and after that she just drifts off
to sleep peacefully in his arms? ♥ I love your writing so much, you are
Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader
Word Count: 1842
Have you ever had one of those days
where you felt like the world was targeting all its anger on you? That some
higher power was accumulating every negative experience and throwing it
directly your way? Well, today was one of those days.
Firstly, you had woken up late and
missed the bus to work. Next, because you were late to work by a mere 5
minutes, your boss had wasted 10 more minutes yelling at you for your
incompetence, although you had never been late before. Just about every
customer seemed to have taken out all their frustration on you, as well as your
lazy co-workers. You had to stay back an extra hour, finishing up work that
others had been charged with overseeing. The cherry on top was that, when you
had gone to get a quick dinner before heading home, you had found that your
favourite little café was shutting down. It took all your strength to stay strong
as you walked home, not having the energy to even get frustrated with a group
of men catcalled you as you walked round the last corner to your apartment.
Your feet were heavy as you pulled your empty shell of a body up the endless
flight of stairs. The elevator chose the worst day to break.
As you shut the door behind you, you
spotted Percival sitting at the dinner table, waiting for you. He stood up,
coming over to you with a concerned frown as he watched the blank expression on
“(Y/n), what’s wrong?”
As his words came out so did your
tears. You crashed finally, not pushed over the edge by another annoyance, but
rather pulled into reality at the first act of kindness you had experienced all
day. Percy brought you to his chest, coaxing you into a calm state with a
steady, gentle hand rubbing your back as he shushed you quietly.