makeup fix

Okay, okay, so I started thinking this morning and now I cant stop thinking about this

So, Neil ends up spending a lot of time with Allison and eventually gets curious about makeup
So he asks her to teach him
So he eventually gets really good at it
And he wears it a lot, but its usually pretty subtle
Foundation and concealer, eyeshadow, maybe eyeliner, a little mascara, and a pinkish nude lipstick
But sometimes he’ll go all out with winged liner, a bold lip, false lashes, and contour and highlight
He looks like a literal queen

On days when the makeup he’s wearing brings out the blue in his eyes Andrew asks “yes or no?” more often
He secretly loves it when Neil wears makeup

And so one day he asks Neil to do his makeup
And Neil agrees hesitantly
Because that means Andrew will have to be okay with sitting still for a bit while Neil touches his face
But Andrew is okay with that because he’s curious and he trusts Neil

So he eventually ends up with a face full of makeup
He looks amazing
With dark red-almost-black lipstick and dark eyeshadow to match the black of his outfit
And winged liner
And flawless lashes and contour
He loves it
But he wouldn’t dare say that
He just says 320% and walks away

Later that day he asks Neil to teach him

beauty hacks of aloe vera 🌱

• use as hydrating mask or sleeping mask to hydrate your skin or your face

• can be use as makeup remover for light makeups

• can be use as eye cream to hydrate your eye areas or apply on puffy eyes in the morning 

• mix with makeup base to hydrate your face and better makeup applying effects

• fix sunburn or damaged skin by applying a generous amount of cool aloe vera gel on your skin

• apply aloe vera on acnes to dry up acnes

• can be use as after-shave cream

• apply on eyelashes by using a cotton bud for growing longer eyelashes

• apply on dry hair to moisture the hair and to prevent spilt ends

anonymous asked:

What would Zens reaction be if MC worked behind the scenes in plays and has actually worked with him quite a bit in the past? Like as a makeup artist, costume designer, helping with lighting or sound effects or something like that.

-while he talks with you about his musical experiences and such, you say that you dabbled into some plays before

-it perks his interest

-he would immediately interrogate you about the plays you’ve done

-”i-i only work backstage..”

-”which ones??”

-you would say some of the plays you’ve helped with

-”omg i was the lead in that one..”

-”i know lol”


-”sort of i guess lololol i fixed your makeup for you at that time”


-he immediately praises your work and tries to make you blush

-when you guys finally meet..

-”no wonder your profile pic was familiar” he says

-you wack him on the arm before saying “you too.”


  ~admin nari

For all my trans and non binary followers (and allies)

if you don’t have the money, have parents that are not supportive, etc. there is this thing called the leelah project where they are raising money and shipping out clothes, bras, binders, make up, stps, etc. to trans, NB, and genderqueer people. They also accept clothing donations, and unused make up or monetary donations. So go support them at

Imagine: You're the Jokers daughter and he catches you at his club

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Your friend Ava looked at you, her eyes petrified.
You both stood fixing your makeup in the bathroom of your dads club.
“Listen, we’re fine, my parents said they’ll be on the other side of Gotham tonight.” You shrugged to your friend as you ran red gloss over your lips.
“Yeah but you know your parents are a little…. unpredictable..”
“Oh don’t be a pussy, we have a better chance of running into the Batman!” You looked at yourself all dressed, you had ‘borrowed’ your mothers favorite club dress and decked yourself out in jewelry the king of gotham had gifted his princess. You grabbed Ava’s hand and headed out to the dance floor. The music gave you goosebumps as you moved to the beat. Your father never let you out of his sight. He was over protective, or possessive you didn’t know which but tonight you snuck out and were free. They were out robbing, killing, fighting you didn’t care… well you were a little jealous. But your father insisted 15 was still too young for the family business.
“Hey, y/n” Ava came to your ear “that guy at the bar is checkin you out.”
You glanced over your shoulder. Jaw line, tall, brunette. You liked what you saw, but was it enough to risk it? Being the Harley and Jokers daughter didn’t exactly make dating easy… well it made it lethal.
“I shouldn’t… what if-”
“Oh now whose being the pussy huh?” Ava smirked"
She gave you a little push and you walked to the bar. You looked forward feeling his eyes on you. You leaned on the counter “Champagne please!” The bartender gave you a nod.
“Fancy girl huh?” You knew it was him talking, you turned to your left. he was even prettier up close. “Why don’t I get that one for you?”
“No need! On the house as usual hun!” The bartender cut in and handed you the glass.
“You famous or something?” He boy took a sip of his drink
“No… just… my family knows him well.” You blushed as your lips tasted the bubbles.
“Oh connections huh? Well you should be famous, it’s a crime the whole world doesn’t know a face like that. Whats your name?”
You had to giggle at how cheesy the line was “I’m y/n, nice to meetcha!”
The boy slammed back his drink, “Mike, and it’s a pleasure gorgeous. Dance with me?”
He reached out his hand and you set your glass down and took it. He led you to the dance floor past Ava who was laughing while talking to her own man. The night was going just as you saw in movies. You threw your head back and smiled while you danced, you felt like years had passed but at the same time only minutes. 

After a while Michael grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. You put your hand on his chest, jolted by it.
“Easy Mike I hardly know ya”
He scoffed at you and wrapped his arms tighter around you.
“Hey come on I mean it.” You pushed out of his grasp.
“Pfff come out gorgeous, you wore that dress for a reason right?” He reached down to you and extended his hand. His fingers ran half way down your hair when it happened.
The gun shots echoed. Out of the crowd walked the pale, green haired figure. His gun pointed up as glass fell from above. His eyes met yours and you could tell he was angry, but when he turned to Mike they became downright terrifying. His fingers were still in your hair when your father stepped up to him. He grabbed Mikes wrist and in 3 movements the cracking dropped him screaming to the floor. The crowd had cleared. Ava waved at you from across the room before running for the exit. You put your hands on your head, relieved and annoyed at the dramatics your father was performing.
“Oh tsk tsk tsk don’t cry little boy. That’s just what happens when you touch my things.” He smiled that smile and you knew what it meant. “Frost! Give my new toy the VIP treatment!” Frost walked to Mike still seething and grabbed him by the arm. He gave you that gentle ‘sorry kiddo’ smile and you smiled back. Frost was always in theory on your side. He took Mike to the back room. Your father turned to you.
“Princess do you have any idea how worried Daddy was about you?” He pushed your hair behind your ear “and I find that slime touching your perfect locks?”
“D-daddy you said you’d be out. Like far away” You said nervously crossing your arms “how did you-”
“Sh sh sh sh, I heard my little loony tune was out all dolled up and it wasn’t for me.” He put his arm around you and led you with him as he walked. As you both passed the bar he winked at the bartender he who nodded back. So that’s how he heard.
“I just wanted to have fun on my own for once, you never let me do anything.” you scoffed at him, you knew only you could talk to him like that.
You stopped at the back door and he raised your chin with his hand to look at him.
“Sweetheart Daddy’s job is to protect you”
“I thought you said your job was killing rats with wings”
“That’s my side gig”
He put his hand over your mouth giving you the tattoo grin before he mover it up to stroke your cheek.
“Princess you are the only pure thing in my life left anymore. I don’t want the filth of this city getting anywhere near you.” His icy blue eyes connected to yours. You felt tears begin to form. It was always nice, the sweetness coming from a man like him. “Oh none of that. Prettyprettypretty please smile for daddy.”
You lifted your chin from his grasp and showed him your teeth. “I do appreciate you getting rid of that creep for me daddy.”
“Get rid? Oh I’m just getting started.” He kicked the door open and there was Mike tied down in a chair. Your father pranced in growling at the boy. You followed slowly behind. You almost felt sorry for him…. almost. The clown prince stared as he circled him like a lion to his prey.

“Now… you think it’s okay for a peasant to touch a princess?” He said as he reached into his pocket.
“Sir liste-” before Mike could finish Joker slashed his face with his razor. The tiny gold jester was now caked in blood.
“Now ya got a smile kid! No more crying eh?” He cackled as he slashed again and again. Mike howled as blood spewed. You moved to Frost as he signaled over to you, ready to take you to the car. Your dad never let you see him finishing the job. As you waited you twirled your fingers around the tassels on the dress.
“Frosty if hes gonna kill him he could at least let me watch!” You complained “You don’t need to be seeing any of that shit kiddo.”
You sighed at his typical response just as your dad opened the car door. He slid in and motioned to Frost to drive. You glared out the window, now that Mike was taken care of you went back to being annoyed at your strict life.
“Oh don’t tell me you’re still mad” your dad mocked you cleaning his blade. “I hate when you aren’t adoring me.”
You rolled your eyes “You’re going to have to let me live my life sometime, go out, date.”
“Well as far as living goes, your breathing currently so you are. And we’re still not home because Frost cant drive so you are out” He gave you a cheerfully condescending look “and for dating, if anyone touches you again what will happen to him will even make your mother sick and that’s saying somethin Princess.” He pulled you into his embrace and laughed to himself. “But you got 2 outta 3.”
You couldn’t help but lay your head on his chest. It wasn’t that bad being a Princess.

Put on your makeup
Fix your hair
Hide all of your sadness and despair
Put on your dress
Put on your heels
Show them your don’t care and don’t feel
Cover and conceal
But you will know the truth
The truth of your aching heart and wasted youth
—  Mermaid717
Auston Matthews - Part 12

Who doesn’t love drama?

As we make our way back downtown to where the rest of the family is waiting, the more and more I wish that I could just stay in here with Auston. He isn’t asking me questions and he doesn’t have that smile on his face that makes me sick with guilt. Yeah, keep telling yourself those are the only reasons.

               “Almost there,” he says, I think so I can mentally prepare myself. I pull down the visor and open the mirror, trying to fix my makeup as best I can, given I only have one hand to work with, my other is still on the center console, my fingers laced with Auston’s. It isn’t a romantic gesture, it’s his only way of comforting me while he drives.

               “Do you actually pre-game nap?” I ask him, genuine curiosity getting the better of me.

               “Most of the time, though I’m not sure I will be able to today, knowing that you’re sitting in a little cheesecake bakery miserable,” he replies and I flush, a little bit of guilt in my stomach.

               “Don’t worry about me, Auston. Trust me, I’m doing enough of that for the both of us,” I say and he only tightens his hand around mine.

               “I know we don’t really know each other very well, but you’re important to my parents and my sisters, so you’re important to me,” he says, this time fully looking me in my eyes and I feel my heart beat a little faster.

               “That’s sweet of you to say,” I softly reply, ever since I got here Auston has been pretty much exactly what I pictured him being, except a thousand times better. “Just don’t mention anything to anyone.”

               “I know, not a word. But tonight, or tomorrow, you and I will talk about it. You can’t keep everything all bottled up, Y/N,” he says likes he’s fifty years older than I am.

               “Yes, dad,” I snap, thoroughly chastised.

               Auston blinks at me and then erupts into laughter. Frowning at him, I grab my water bottle and bring it to my lips to take a drink as he pulls up to one last stop light, I can see the sign for the bakery just one block in front of us.

               “Of all the ways I’ve pictured you calling me something very similar to that the last two days, that was one way I hadn’t thought about,” Auston says through his laugh.

               I splutter in my water bottle and start coughing.

               “Call you what?” I ask through my coughing, although I know full well what he meant.  

               “We will find out someday,” Auston says under his breath and something stirs inside me that I haven’t felt in a very long time and suddenly I’m aware that the playful flirting that we’ve been doing might not have been as playful as I thought.

               I make a noise back at him which makes him laugh harder and I roll my eyes as he pulls up to the curb. The Matthews’ wave from the sidewalk and I take a deep breath, grabbing my purse from the floor and Auston reluctantly lets my hand go.

               “Don’t let them upset you, Y/N, they only want you to be happy,” he says quickly before I open the door.

               “I know. If I don’t see you before your game, good luck I guess.” I say, the Leafs are above my team in the standings and I may still be a little bitter about it, no matter how pretty the team may be.

               “I’ll see you before, and thanks… I guess,” Auston replies and I can’t help but smile at him as I climb out of his car once again and step onto the curb. Just like at the university, he winks at me and waves at his family before pulling back into traffic and heading home.

               After being seated and having the biggest piece of cheesecake I’ve ever seen placed in front of me, which I plan on absolutely destroying, I answer the many questions everyone has for me in as little detail as possible. I decide to play with my words and tell them that the plans are not finalized yet, but they will call me before I go home and we will come to a final decision then. Which seems to settle down the questions a bit, even though guilt takes over my nervousness for lying to them, especially Alex.

               I realize that I’ve spent more time alone with Auston than anyone else since they picked me up from Ann Arbor. I mention this to Alex and she nods in agreement.

               “We should go do something, there’s so many things to do here. And because Auston isn’t with us, we can do touristy things like go to the tower and all that stuff,” she says, already getting her phone out and we put our heads together, planning out a route to hit all the touristy spots in a reasonable amount of time.

               After saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Matthews and Breyana, who doesn’t seem to mind being left behind, we set out of the bakery and make our way deeper downtown. Like last night, it seems to be a bit of a warmer day for Toronto’s standards.

               “So Y/N,” Alex says after our first stop, I had seen a question flirting around her face for the last forty-five minutes.

               “Yes?” I ask, having a feeling I know where this is going.

               “How’s your stay been?” She asks, a funny tone in her voice.

               “My stay? You tell me, I’ve been with you the whole time and you’ve been watching me like a hawk since we got into the Toronto city limits,” I reply nonchalantly keeping my eyes straight forward, pretending to people watch.

               “I have not! I’ve been watching both of you like a hawk,” Alex says and I giggle. “Although, I did think I was being subtle about it.”

               “Yeah, so subtle,” I say sarcastically and she hits my arm playfully.

               “I can’t help it, Breyana and I had it all planned out and you’re taking longer than we would like,” she says, stopping to look in the window of a little shop.

               “I’m so sorry we aren’t falling madly in love like you apparently want us to, Alex,” I throw even more sarcasm into my words but I actually don’t mind. “I can’t even believe that you and Breyana, and apparently your mother, are even considering it.”

               “Well, we can’t help it Y/N, I think mom wants you as an actual daughter more than anything else right now. She has since Auston admitted that he had a crush on you when he was younger.” Alex says before even thinking about it. Her cheeks flush and she glances at me quickly. “Oh my god, please don’t tell him I told you that!”

               I freeze in my steps and stare at her.

               “What?” I ask dumbly.

               Alex starts nodding. “It’s true, I know you never even met him but apparently when you would go to work with your dad when he was helping out with the USHL you would sit in the stands with your books or entertain yourself with a volley ball. He said that while he knew I was your best friend he was too nervous to ever start a conversation with you.”

               I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I shake my head at her and find my voice.

               “You’re just making that up. He was in Ann Arbor for what? Two years? How did I never notice him? I was there all the time with my dad,” I splutter at her, still slightly at a loss for words.

               “That’s what he said, you never noticed him. You always had your face in an Astronomy book. Apparently, a lot of the guys in that program noticed you as well and you wounded a few egos from what I hear,” Alex grabs my arm and drags me back along with her.

               “But a crush? How can you have a crush on someone you’ve never talked to?” I mutter, reluctantly letting Alex pull me along the sidewalk.

               “You didn’t notice it then and you still don’t notice it now. Crushes don’t just go away, Y/N, they might fade, but they are always there.” She says, a little impatiently. “Like right now even, the last two days he hasn’t taken his eyes off you and you are completely oblivious.”

               “Not completely oblivious,” I argue, talking under my breath but she still seems to hear me.

               “I knew it! I knew there was something there!” Alex claps her hands, clearly happy her mini plan just worked in her favor. I scowl at her and keep walking.

               “Oh, stop getting your hopes us, Alex. It’s just been friendly stuff,” I counter, avoiding her gaze knowing damn well it wasn’t just friendly stuff.

               “Yeah, whatever. You can stop avoiding looking at me, I already know you’re lying,” she glances at her watch and adds. “We have time one more stop and we should head back, gotta get ready for the game.”

Three hours later I find myself sitting between Alex and Mr. Matthews in the Air Canada Center. After getting yelled at by Alex and Breyana for half an hours, I gave in and put on a blue shirt and white scarf, ignoring the hat and Maple Leafs shirt that was shoved my way. We are sitting a few rows up, closer than they usually sit they tell me. When the Leafs and Rangers come out for the game to start the arena goes insane. The atmosphere is electric and I can feel myself getting more and more excited.

My eyes scan the players flying around the ice before the National Anthems start and my eyes land on the familiar 34. I can’t help but smile, he looks like a different person with the jersey on, his confidence visible even from here.

Like he can sense me staring at him, his eyes snap to mine and my stomach summersaults. I wink at him and I can sense movement to my side and when I glance over Mrs. Matthews is leaned forward in her seat and staring back and forth between Auston and me. I gulp and lean back in my seat, my cheeks burning. I risk another peek at Auston and see him laughing as he skates one more loop before lining up on the blue line with the other starters.

The game starts and the Leafs take an early lead, the arena is buzzing and it’s intoxicating. My favorite part of having a NHL scout as a dad is getting to tag along to hundreds of games since I was a toddler. The atmosphere of a NHL game never ever gets old, even more so when a game involves two Original Six teams. Staying neutral, I clap quietly when the Leafs score, and only stand when Alex sends me a glare. I can’t help it, it’s in my blood to dislike the Leafs, even now.

As the game wears on, in typical Leaf fashion, the Rangers tie it up late in the third and the buzzer sounds for overtime. Alex and Breyana are a nervous wreck on either side of me, both have their hands to their mouths as if in silent prayer. I sit between them and sip at my beer, unconcerned with the outcome of the game. I’m not exactly sure if that makes me a bitch or not…

The crowd stands as we reach the halfway point of overtime. I slowly follow, I catch a glance of 34 flying across the ice and I can’t help but feel a little bit of hope that he scores and instantly mentally slap myself. Sure enough, he flies down the ice, dropping the most beautiful pass I have seen all season and number 16 buries it behind Lundqvist. The entire arena goes off like a bomb, Alex and Breyana are jumping around on either side of me, and the same can be said for the sea of blue and white before me. I clap politely, not wanting to be torn to pieces of the Leaf fans surrounding me.

Mr. and Mrs. Matthews lead the way out onto the concourse and make their way towards what looks like the way down to the locker room and I stop in my tracks.

“What are you doing?” Alex asks, stopping a few feet in front of me. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Uh, no, I’d rather not,” I confess, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s just more of a family thing I guess, I’d rather just go start the car.”

“What are you talking about? You are our family,” Alex presses, the others have reached the door leading to where they need to go and are looking back at us with confused looks.

“I’m your family, Alex, not Auston’s,” I snap, annoyed. “Please, just give me the car keys. It’s just too much right now,” I add, using a softer tone this time.

Alex gives me a bewildered look but at the same time, reaches into her purse and hands over the keys to the SUV.

“We won’t be long,” Alex says quietly and I instantly feel guilty for snapping at her. I nod my head and turn on my heel, pressing into the sea of blue walking towards the front doors.

Alex POV

“Where did Y/N go?” Breyana asks when I reach them at the door.

“To the car, she wasn’t comfortable coming down here with us. Something about it being a family thing,” I reply, still feeling the sting of Y/N’s tone when she snapped at me, even though I can see her side of things. “Let’s go,” I say, gesturing at the door that we are still standing at before anyone can say anything more.

Once we reach the hallway outside the locker room, we wait patiently for Auston to come out. The other family members and friends waiting with us are buzzing from the thrilling game. When Auston appears mom kisses his cheek and dad does the weird guy thing and shakes his hand. Breyana and I both hug him and he looks around us for a moment.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asks and I see disappointment in his eyes.

“Getting the car,” I say quietly, not liking the expression on Auston’s face and silently cursing Y/N.

“Oh,” Auston says just as quietly and gives me a questioning look.

I just shrug my shoulders and shake my head.

“Don’t ask me.”

Alternative fashion problems: Black lipstick

•Forgetting it’s on your lips and then smudging it if you touch your mouth.

•It’s even harder to fix, especially in a place where you can’t get out makeup remover and clean it up.

•Even worse, not having makeup remover to help fix it up.

•It smudges easily and might make you look like you have a beard (unless you’re a guy, in which case good for you for breaking gender roles).

•It stains easier than other lipsticks

•Comments from family members (usually older ones).

•Comments from family friends (usually older ones)

•Comments from your doctor (yes, this happened)

•People who stare in horror (okay, this is actually kinda funny because it’s an easy way to spot the judgmental people. It’s even funnier if you’re doing something nice like volunteering because it says “hey, this weirdo is being less of a jerk than you.”

•People (usually boys between the ages of 12-20) who just scream “GOTH” or “EMO”

•Those creepy catcalls about where they’d like the lipstick to stain.

•Kids who say to their parents, “I want that lipstick!” And their parents who give you the, “You corrupted my child,” look. (Okay, half of this one is adorable.)

•Being afraid to use any sort of cup, spoon, or mug because you don’t want it to stain; especially at a restaurant or cafe.

•Those people who try to flirt with you (and fail) by giving shitty pet names based off your lipstick.

But hey, it’s all totally worth it, cause if you can pull it off, it looks f*ckinf awesome.

Have an alternative fashion problem? Submit them to me and maybe I’ll mention it (and give credit)