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Fav skincare products 💅🏼

SK-ll facial treatment essence- $99 -Moisturizes and helps with skin cell renewal. Good for dry and sensitive skin. 

Herbivore pink clay exfoliating mask- $22  - Softens skin, and is all natural. It doesn’t smell great, but it works so well. 

SheaMoisture dragons blood and cherry coffee mud mask- $12.99 - Deep cleans pores and is full of antioxidants. Also cruelty free. 

Tidal brightening enzyme water cream- $65 Helps with dryness, dark spots, and fine lines. Made with papaya enzymes and tamarind extract. 

Tarte maracuja oil- $45 - Mix with moisturizer for regular use. Full of vitamin C, and fatty acids. Good for combination skin. 

Skinfood peach sake toner- $15 - Facilitates circulation, and tightens pores. Also smells amazing and has cute packaging. 

Ponds cold cream cleanser- $4.99 - Use with an exfoliating pad for sensitive skin. Brightens skin, and moisturizes.

La Mer moisturizing cream - $85 - Calms irritated dry skin, and moisturizes. It works well as an every day moisturizer, and can be mixed easily with face oils. 

10 Baby Facts for SPN Fic Authors

[I swear this is not a rant - it ISN’T. Honest.]

It is actually kind of cool to realize that you possess specialty knowledge that may be of use to others. Stuff that you didn’t really KNOW you knew, until, of course, you are reading along in a fic and something the author describes (or the character says) brings your brain to a screeching halt. “That’s not right – it can’t possibly happen that way…” And then you go and do actual research to back up your gut knowledge. This little FAQ is the result of one such realization.

My dad fixed antique and classic cars for a living from 1964 – 1978, owning his own showroom for 3 years near the end of that time. Born in 1966, I grew up playing in old cars, hiding in floorboards and exploring them to my heart’s content. Our family car for several years was a 1966 Thunderbird, but when dad went to car shows, we rode in whatever he wanted to show off. I’ve been in rumble seats, hard top convertibles, cars with windshields that laid down flat, and cars with no roof, doors, or walls of any kind. My 1st car was a fully restored 1966 mustang. Without really realizing it, I soaked up a LOT of inherent understandings about older cars. The information below is based in that knowledge, backed up with some internet research.

The following is true about Baby (the character in SPN, not necessarily the actual cars that play her): 

1) Compared to most modern sedans, Baby is BIG. Like REALLY BIG. She is 17 and ¾ feet long (5.4 meters) and 7 feet 8 inches wide (2.03 meters). Allowing for door thickness on either side and the gaps between doors and bench seat, I’m betting the front seat is a little over 5 feet wide. Given basic geometry and human skeletal limitations, this means it is not possible for the passenger to have their head resting against the passenger door/window AND place their hand on the driver’s thigh. If the passenger is in this position, the driver can,  at best, entwine fingers with the passenger’s outstretched hand. That’s IT (even with Sam’s monkey arms). Sitting up straight, yes. Slumped over, no. On the plus side, this is why the guys can, in fact, get some sleep in her (and have fun in the back seat).

2) Despite how big Baby is, she is kinda short. Baby is only 54 inches high (4’6” or 138 cm). INSIDE the car, she is slightly less than 4 feet tall total. This means that the following actions WILL make you bump your head (or butt or hands or feet) on the ceiling unless you are very very slow and careful: climbing over the back seat, straddling someone’s lap, taking off your pants or t-shirt (unless nearly lying down in the seat), and lunging across the front bench seat to attack someone bodily. And you will look graceless doing it. [Ahem, trust me on these, I KNOW.] Additional negative modifiers for Sam due to height.

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Diamond City’s littlest detectives

anonymous asked:

Heyo, so like,,,,how do you keep your skin so clear? Like everytime ive seen your face yoire like super cute and your skin looks super smooth. All in all, how does one become as pretty as Ally?-memesol anon

snowcam app is a lie i’m sorry for being a scam.

PAHAHA but really my skin is sensitive and prone to outbreaks so don’t let the camera fool you!!!!! but i’ve been adopting a new routine for skincare since korea trip and it’s really helping to improve my skin condition!! (take note that i live in a tropical climate and have dry/oily combination skin)

as much as make-up helps, do take care of your body inside out too! e.g. what do you eat/drink that causes these outbreaks/excess oil? it’s milk for me!

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JILY CHALLENGE | @elanev91 vs @anxiouspotter

Theme: Summer Tropes

Prompt: we’re at a music festival and you crawled into my tent when drunk and fell asleep, now you’ve woken up bewildered and to be honest I should be more annoyed but you’re just so good looking

Word Count: 9033

This, uh… got a bit out of hand (#onbrand). Also, a bit of smut ahead Enjoy friends!

Read it on FF or AO3

‘Why in the bloomin’ fuck did we let you convince us that this was going to be a good idea, Sirius?’

James, about twenty back in the queue for the nastiest toilet cubicles to exist on planet Earth, shot Sirius a look that probably would have struck anyone else down immediately. Sirius grinned, grabbed James by the shoulders and shook, 'The music! The energy! The adventure!’

James smacked Sirius’ hands from his shoulders, 'No fucking part of this reads “adventure,” mate.’

Granted, they’d only been at the festival for a few hours, had only set up their tents and gone to see a few of the afternoon acts, but James was confident that the rest of the weekend would prove as non-adventurey as the first few hours.

Sirius rounded on Remus, 'What say you, love? Are you in the Glastonbury spirit yet?’

Remus sighed, 'I’m saying that you’re lucky you’re fit, because I also really want to kill you right now.’

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Temper Temper

Originally posted by daengerously-intaense

Summary: After several hunts leave you in a disgusting mess and your temper is flaring, you and the boys hit a restaurant for some much needed sustenance and things happen.

Pairing/Character: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1622

Warnings: None really

A/N: Written for Andi’s back in the game challenge. My prompt was: : “I’d die for you, kill for you, and if you take another one of my fries, I’ll just plain kill you.” it’s in bold.

Beta: the fabulous and wonderful @skybinx-blog Thanks again Leah! *muah*

 Tagging: @ellen-reincarnated1967 @demondean-for-kingofhell @winchesterprincessbride @jotink78 @winchestersnco @iamdeanfknwinchester @16wiishes @s4m-w1nch3st3r5287 @chaoticevilanddowntofuck @pizzarollpatrol @mizzzpink @cliffordevious @iliketowrite02 @megansescape @feelmyroarrrr @reigningqueenofwords @arryn-nyxx @akshi8278 @14readwritedraw96 @anokhi07 @lupine-princess

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“Nonstop monsters. That’s what  my life had narrowed down to. For the last six weeks, the three of us had been zig zagging across the states involved in some of the weirdest and hardest hunts I  had ever come across. Let’s not talk about how it seemed like the supernatural asshats, seemed to have focused on me for the inevitable, disgusting ends they met.

So far, I had been ectoplasmed, been covered  by shredded okami, then there was that damn clown that had exploded leaving behind glitter-that I was still finding on me and my clothes and let’s not forget the demon who exploded thanks to Crowley’s snap of fingers and his “Sorry, pet, I just couldn’t listen to him prattle on anymore.” After all the supernatural messes, Cas had gotten me chased into a lake by a swarm of pissed off bees, because he thought they would be better off in a “happy” tree, leading up to tonight’s virtual shit show of being chased by a werewolf in the rain which is where we pick up our story fair readers. Hang on it’s about to get messy.”

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Tough Mudder Wager

SUMMARY: Reader wagers with husband, Jensen, for a tropical island vacation.

CHARACTERS: Reader, Jensen, Jared, Gen, Rich, Rob (mentioned), Jason Manns (mentioned), Osric (mentioned)

WARNING: insecure reader, mild language, PDA, fluff


You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, but your husband, Jensen had appealed to your competitive side, and you could not turn down a challenge.

You were also doing this to shed the rest of the baby weight you had gained since giving birth to your second son nearly three months ago.

You had heard of the Tough Mudder obstacle course before. Jensen, Jared, and other cast of Supernatural had done it the year before. You, of course, could not join the group since you were in the middle stages of your pregnancy.

Jensen promised that if you completed the entire course that he would take you on that vacation that you had been begging for since before you got pregnant with Jax, your three month old.

You were also joined by your best friend, Gen Padalecki, Jared’s wife. The two of them had their own running bet for this challenge.

Gen and you decided to take a separate vehicle, because the guys’ truck was full. You sat in the passenger seat, as your phone began sing that familiar jingle you had specifically picked out for when your hubby wanted to FaceTime. You immediately pressed send, and was welcomed by a car full of your husband’s co-workers, and his best friend, Jason Manns.

“Hey, baby,” Jensen greeted you with a smile.

“Hey, handsome.” You smiled back.

“Every one say hi to Y/N.” He then focused his camera to the back part of the truck.

You were greeted with waves from Jason, Rob and Osric, while Rich gave you the “call me” sign.

You giggled softly.

“I am here too.” Gen said from her spot in the driver’s seat, and you turned your camera to her.

The guys gave Gen the same welcome.

“Babe, I hope you are not driving.”

“I’m not.” He said, turning his phone to Jared, who was in the driver’s seat. “Gigantor is.”

Jared turned to look at the camera and gave a wink.

“Jensen that is not nice.” Over hearing, Jensen’s insult, Gen scolded your husband.

You looked at your husband, who looked a bit annoyed and you suppressed a giggle.

“Sorry, Gen.” He apologized.

“Ha!” You could hear Jared scream in the background.

“I got your back, baby.” Gen yelled loud enough so Jared could hear her.

Obviously, Jared heard, because he returned back with a “thank you”. You and Jensen just give each other a look, that told each other you needed new friends.

“Uh, anyway,” Jensen focused his attention back on you. “You ready for this, sweetheart?”

“Can you say tropical island?” You wiggled your eyebrows, and he rolled his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Ackles. You made a promise.”

“Don’t get snippy with me, Ackles.” He retorted. “I know what I promised. But you know what you have to do.”

“I know. I got this, baby.” You said, way too overconfident of yourself. You were freaking out on the inside, but you didn’t dare let your husband know.

“Ok, so, we’re almost there. See you soon, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

You blew your husband a kiss, before the call was disconnected.

When you and Gen arrived, it was at the same time as the boys, and she parked the car right next to Jared’s truck.

Before you could unbuckle your seat belt, Jensen was opening your car door. He grabbed your hand, helping you out of the car, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You ready to do this, baby?” He popped a kiss on my lips.

“Again,” another kiss, “if you can say tropical island.” You booped his nose.

“Shut up.” He kissed you again.

You pulled away from your husband’s beautiful mouth, running your fingers through the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I am getting my vacation whether you like it or not.”

“Uh huh.” He mumbled, moving his lips to your neck.

“Babe,” you mewled as he hit your spot, “we have an audience.”

Jensen stopped his assault and turned to see Jared, Gen, and the guys staring at the two of you.

“Can I help you?” Jensen questioned.

“We’re, you know, just waitin’ on y’all.” Jared said, his arms wrapped around Gen’s shoulders.

“They have rooms, you know.” Rich joked.

“Shut up.” Jensen glared at your friends, before closing your door, and grabbing your hand.

One hour in and you wanted to die. Your entire body felt like it was going to fall apart, and not to mention you were covered in sweat and mud.

In the beginning, everything was exciting, and your adrenaline was pumping. And when the race began, along with everyone else, you took off, prepared to beat everyone there. Of course, that was your head getting you all gassed up. But now, you were trailing behind the guys, as they jogged to the next obstacle course. You had just finished climbing over some kind of weird wooden wall that you’re pretty sure you got splinters from. Gen, the petite thing she was, was up at the front of the pack, along with her equally active husband.

You were internally cringing, because it seemed as if the more you walked, the further your tropical island vacation was slipping from your grasp.

Goodness you were out of shape.

“Hey,” you turned to see Jensen now jogging beside you. He was also covered in mud. “C’mon, baby, you got this.“ He gave your ass a hard smack to get you motivated, and you really just wanted to collapse.

You looked your husband in his beautiful candy apple green eyes, and you poked your bottom lip out, wanting to give up. He then stuck out his hand, and you reluctantly placed yours in his. He gave you a wink and a smirk, and that was the motivation that you needed. The two of you then started jogging to catch up with the rest of the guys.

Two and a half hours later, you crossing the finish line. You were so proud of yourself for making it through till the very end. But you also felt like you were going to collapse at any second.

Your lungs burned, your limps ached, and you had reactivated an injury in your ankle from a previous dancing incident. At that moment, Jensen had piggy backed you to some of the obstacles.

But goddamnit, you made it.

“You did it, sweetheart.” Jensen picked you up, and you wrapped your tired legs around his waist. “I am so fucking proud of you.” He kissed your neck, before putting you down. “How’s your ankle?”

“It’s ok, now.” You shook it out for emphasis, feeling a slight twinge. “But,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “you know what that means right? Tropical. Island. Vacation.”

Jensen groaned.

You then cupped his jaw in your hands. “Think about it. Me, you, no kids, secluded island…”

He kissed your lips. “I can get into that.”

“We need to get you a speedo.”

He shook his head, mood changing. “I’m not wearing a speedo.”

“Maybe yellow.” You pretended to ignore his remark about not wearing a speedo.

“I told you I am not wearing a speedo.” He repeated, gruffly.

“Maybe with polka dots.” Again you ignored your husband, but you squealed as he pulled you closer, grazing his teeth across your neck.

You were happy because you finished the obstacle course. You were getting your tropical island vacation, and you were going to convince your husband that he was wearing that speedo.

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all movies watched in JULY 2017

bold: seen before

American Honey



Baby Driver

Frank & Lola

Girl Asleep


Hunt for the Wilderpeople

It’s Kind of a Funny Story



Midnight Special

Miss Julie


My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done?



Shotgun Stories



Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story


The American Friend

The Beguiled

The Harvest

The Red Circle

To The Bone

Violette Noisiere


Welcome to Me

What We Do in the Shadows