master of the hill

⚡️UPDATE⚡️

The Master Palette By Mario from Anastasia Beverly Hills will be AVAILABLE SEPTEMBER 29th online and October 4th online at Sephora, Ulta, And Macy’s. In stores October 15th.

Limited time, until it’s sold out.

I don’t think I’ve ever liked the main character as much as I like the villain and/or supporting characters and I’m not sure what that says about me.

⚡️SWATCHES⚡️ The Master Palette by Mario + Anastasia Beverly Hills!!

These are just Gorgeous😍!!

Will be Available online at Anastasia Beverly Hills THIS THURSDAY September 29th!

Online at Sephora, Ulta and Macy’s October 4th!

In stores October 15th!

Limited time, until it’s sold out!

the-kryomancer  asked:

When it comes to the whole "Only a Shimada can control the dragons" thing, I personally believe it also extends when marrying into the Shimada family. So, could you do Hanzo and Genji's reaction to their s/o being able to control a dragon or dragons? (Hanzo and Genji separately of course). Please and thank you! Love your blog, btw.

Bless your icon, it heals my soul~
btw I believe this too. 
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HANZO

The word ‘annoyed’ was a severe undstatement to what Hanzo was feeling at this point of time. Both you and him were called for an apparently important mission in the middle of your honeymoon. Two weeks alone with you in Hanamura was all he wanted, but he should’ve known something like this would happen.

“HANZO LOOK OUT!” He quickly turned his attention from his current target to behind him where you were. You elbowed the man in the chest knocking the wind out of him then pointing your pistol to the sniper up above ready to shoot your husband. But before you pulled the trigger a blue mist spiraled around your wrist then around the barrel of you pistol and the moment you pulled the trigger Hanzo’s twin dragons erupted going through Hanzo and then knocking down the sniper and the other men behind him.

The both of you stood there shocked as to what had just happened. Your hand was shaking and you lost grip of your pistol causing it to fall onto the ground. Hanzo rushed to you hands firmly place on your shoulders.
“D-did I.. that… what?” You looked at Hanzo confused clear as day.
“Only a Shimada can control the dragons, you are a Shimada.” You had to let the information sink in for a bit trying to make sense of it amongst your muddled mind.
“Oh.” Hanzo hugged you happy as this proved that you’re a Shimada now.


GENJI

Genji sighed happily slouching over with his arms propped up on his knees head in hands as he watched you train from his spot on the hill.
“You seem happy my student.” His master chimed watching his student stare of in the distance in awe.
“My apologies master. It’s just… I can’t believe I’m married, to (Y/N) at that.” Even though its been a good 8 months since you’ve bee married to each other he’s still on the high. He hopes that this feeling would never end.

He watched every step, every punch, every single movement that you make. Genji’s body was all jittery and chest all fluttery smile ever present. But a slight movement around you caught his attention. He wasn’t sure what it was at first until it was apparent that it actually a green mist slowly forming around your body. It seemed familiar.

Genji slowly stood up walking towards you. Your movements kept at a constant pace and the mist continued to form.
“Oh hey Genji.” The mist disappeared when you stopped to turn and went to give your husband a kiss which he returned happily with his arms around your waist. He saw a stick by your feet and picked it up handing it over to you.
“Try and hit me.” You tilted your head in confusion but stood back in a ready stance. You went to hit him which he block, you went to hit again and he blocked. This continued for a few minutes until the green mist formed again.
“Now hit me with everything you’ve got.” You nodded taking a few steps back then swung at full force causing Genji’s dragon to rush out at him but not affecting him.

All you did was star at your hands in awe then looked up at him with a wide grin. Genji tried his best to squeal in happiness for you and tackled you to the ground.

2

Christine Daaé

“That is a pledge that I do not ask of you, and it is a promise that I shall not make you!” spoke the young woman proudly. “I am a free agent, monsieur de Chagny; you have no right to control my actions and I will ask that you desist henceforth. As for what I have done during the past fortnight, there is only one man in the world who would have the right to demand that I give him an account: my husband! Well, I have no husband, and I shall never marry!”

- Gaston Leroux’s The Phantom of the Opera

Push and Pull

Stiles aggressively refutes the idea of a supreme soulmate. There’s no possible way that there’s only one person destined to be your partner in life, to fill in the gaps completely. He toys with the idea that there may be multiple people of varying aptitudes that sew up bits and pieces of you, but to believe there’s “THE ONE” out there to make your soul tap dance to the song of your heart and make you feel like the world is finally conquerable? Nope.

Then he meets Derek Hale. Gruff, scruff, and a whole lot of huff and puff. 

It just solidifies Stiles’ thoughts against it because there’s no way that man, beautiful, insufferable asshole that he is, is alone because he is just so broken. If there’s anyone in need of soulmate superglue in any form, it’s him.

He mentally battles the universe, existential crises sneak up on him on idle days, sleepless nights fly by as he struggles with his thoughts. 

Stiles finds himself challenging Derek every step of the way, be it battle plans or what to watch on pack movie nights; Stiles is the push to Derek’s pull.

Stiles is observant, but dense in the same breath; he notes the patterns of their tentative friendship, but chalks it up to friendly bantering and a release of pent up tension from those who trespass through Beacon Hills. They’re masters of button pushing by now.

He could say with confidence that Derek might be a transient soulmate, at best, though his nights are now filled with the ‘what ifs’ of permanence, which are sidelined as quick as they come.

****

Six years down the line, Stiles reflects upon his experiences: loves attained and lost, friends come and gone; Derek the only constant. 

Lounging on the couch, feet propped up on Derek’s lap as he finishes typing up police reports he took home.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

Derek places his bookmark, lays it on the coffee table, mindlessly rubbing circles on Stiles’ ankles as he mulls the thought over.

“No,” he firmly states as he turns his gaze to Stiles.

“But I believe in a soulmate,” He smirks as he leans over and softly kisses Stiles’ forehead, cheekbones, nose and finally sealing the affirmation on his lips.

Stiles chuckles, feet kicking Derek’s thigh, “You’re such a sap.”

“Mmm,” Derek murmurs, “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“Lies. I’d have you in every way.” 

Stiles waggles his eyebrows, smirking as he grabs the back of Derek’s neck and pulls him in for a fevered kiss. Saying all he can’t say, could never put into thoughts or words, with the press of their lips. A kiss that says, ‘You are my one and only.’