my experiment with makeup

blog change

This doesn’t really apply to tumblr as much as it does my other social media platforms cuz I haven’t really cared about tumblr very much in a WHILE, but I’m coming to realize that I’m not really getting the enjoyment out of my social media platforms that I used to, and that I’ve been upkeeping them as makeup pages out of habit and obligation.
I don’t plan on having makeup artistry be part of my career, and at this point I feel like my ideas are contrived and repetitive and I never like any of my results because I have no motivation. It’s starting to detract from my life instead of add to it.
You’ll probably see a few more fashion posts from me as I finish up posts for my sponsors, but then I think I will be using this how most people use their social platforms. To share my life and experiences with anyone interested. That may includes some makeup/fashion stuff here and there, that’s just because it’s always something I’ve been interested in and old habits are hard to break, but that won’t be the attempted focus of this page anymore. 

I’m not going to worry about if I’m bothering people with personal posts anymore, so I’m just going to share what makes me happy. 

Thank you for supporting me, and I hope you’ll still stick around just for fun

Not In That Way Pt.3

SUMMARY:You are basically head over heals about Jughead, and after he rejects you go through a drastic change with help of the Cheryl Blossom

I am so sorry I haven’t posted I’ve super busy with school and crap. I’m also sorry for leaving you in suspense and for this part not being long enough. I hate my guts the same way y’all probably do.

Pt1 Pt2 


After getting inside her car, she made me explain why I had been ignoring her texts, and calls for the past two days. Cheryl looked at me with sorry eyes, she knew that under that brave shell I covered myself in, underneath was a girls whos heart you could break in a second.

“Look Y/N/N, he lost something amazing okay. You can’t regret what you said because its already said. It’s his loss not yours, and as for payback for breaking your heart you have to do something that will get him pissed.” she said, she was planing something i knew it. Under that cold hearted bitch exterior, Cheryl was actually one of the sweetest person ever.

“Look Cheryl, I don’t know what you’re planning but what ever it is I’m definitely in” I said giving her a mischievous look

“So Y/N have you ever thought about changing your style” She asked grinning at me

___________________

Cheryl ended up driving us to the mall 20 minutes out of town. Yes I was nervous honestly, I didn’t know the outcome of this which gave me adrenaline, but yet suspense. As I, and Cheryl got out of the car we locked our arms together, and entered the mall.

We went from store to store, we both bought really cute clothes for each other. Cheryl even suggested for me to cut my hair, and doing my makeup more often. I was basically a changed girl when I left the mall, my hair was now basically shoulder length, my old wardrobe was somewhere around the trash. The new clothes both I and Cheryl made me look like a totally different person, to be honest I didn’t even recognize myself, but it didn’t matter because I loved the way I looked. 

After Cheryl and I went on a shopping spree and headed back to her house, passing by Jason’s room made me really sad. Jason was like a big brother to me, him and Cheryl were always there for me It just wasn’t the same after his death. Thornhill was like a second house to me, my parents were always out so I spent most of my time with Cheryl.

Spending my time with Cheryl was honestly the most funnest experience, she teached me how to do my makeup, and how to dress. We ended ordering pizza, having a movie marathon,and falling asleep.

SKIP FORWARD TO MONDAY

Waking up to a loud knock in my front door, I ran downstairs and found Cheryl standing there.

“Ready for school girly” She pushed her way in the door and led herself into my room.

 Before starting to get ready for school I washed my face and teeth.Cheryl ended up doing my eyebrows, eyeliner, lips, and highlighter. I then started straightening my hair while she looked for my outfit. 

When I was done with my hair, I ended up putting my outfit which consisted of a black long sleeve crop top, a maroon skirt that covered my tummy and some back black butties to finish the outfit. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt so good about myself.

Turning over to Cheryl I said” You’re honestly so amazing and a blessing to my life I dont know what  i would do without you” and hugged her

“It was nothing Y/N/N, I just wanted you to be happy” She said

Like this I headed to school with my bestie not knowing nor caring about what others would say.

thatoneyoulove  asked:

Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.

A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!

Jumped

Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.

“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.

I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.

Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.

“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused. A picture?

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anonymous asked:

hey could you explain the Bell & Clarke blue/tan shirt thing?

Hey anon! Sorry I’m replying to this so late, I just wanted to make sure I was able to think of a good answer for you.

I think a lot of it has to do with them being two sides of the same coin. And their shirts swapping colors runs throughout the entire series, not just s1 and s4. Like really. I was looking through old stills and they both literally only wear tan or blue with rare color changes in between

For reference, here’s a pic from Clarke in s1:

Tan shirt. and s2:

Blue shirt. And bellamy also wears a blue shirt in s2 (and s1 but we all already know that):

And he wears tan in s3:

I also found one more thing that I thought was interesting. The only times they wore anything but their colors (blue and tan), was when bellamy wore the mt. weather guard’s uniform (white)

And when Clarke started wearing black at the end of s2

and throughout s3

But then she’s right back to blue in s4

Look for yourself in other pictures even. Besides maybe a few times, they are always wearing these same colors and I don’t think it’s a coincidence. The fact that they swap them could also mean that they’ve really gone through everything together. They share most of the same burdens and completely understand and empathize with each other. It’s almost as if it’s an unspoken “i know you”

But really, you shouldn’t take my word for it. I honestly have no experience in costume or makeup in a field like this so please, if anyone else feels like they want to add something, feel free to do so. 

It’s OK to wear makeup to the gym.

Who would have thought that so many girls would be looked at negatively for wearing makeup to the gym. People always seem to have snarky remarks about the girls who walk into the gym with a full face of makeup on. 

I was one of these girls for years. I would wake up every morning and put on a full face of makeup, go to school, and then go right to the gym. It wasn’t that I was getting all dolled up just to go sweat it off, but some people believed that that’s exactly what I was doing.

And so what if I had? Did I become incapable of building muscle because I had glitter on my eyelids? Was I now incapable of burning calories because I had blush on my cheeks? Was I now there to simply get the attention of guys instead of work on my self esteem because I had eyeliner winged across my eyes? 

No.

I was treated so poorly by a group of guys that came at the same time as me that year. Because of these boys I actually stopped going to the gym altogether because they made me feel so uncomfortable. Do I think they treated me poorly fully because I was wearing makeup? No, of course not. But I noticed a difference on the days that I didn’t wear any makeup. 

On days that I wore makeup to the gym I was constantly talked to. They would come stand at my treadmill and not leave me be despite my one word answers. They would watch me from across the room. If I went upstairs into a small room with spin bikes, some would follow and just stand there. One time I was trying to leave and the group of them blocked my way saying I did not get to leave unless I gave a certain one a kiss. It was a nightmare.

On the days that I didn’t wear makeup things were a bit better. Only a couple of them would talk to me, they wouldn’t look over at me as much and I’d be left alone when I went upstairs. It was almost as if they realized on those days that I was there to work on myself and not to flirt with them. It was almost as if I became a person those days, instead of just an object they wanted to fuck

So please, from my experience of borderline harassment, just remember that the girls wearing makeup at the gym are the exact same as the girls there with naked faces. All they want is to be left alone.

-Meghan

How my makeup turns out when I’m just experimenting bc I’m bored and I’m gonna be home alone all day:

How my makeup turns out when I actually have to go into the world where people are gonna see my face:

Hello🙆🏻

I apologize for not being active lately, I’ve been caught up with a lot of work.

So, I’m very excited to share with you guys my review and experience on two makeup products👄
Although it is makeup, they have very good skin care benefits! So it falls into the skin care category also👌🏿
Both of the products are from the cruelty-free, natural ingredients infused brand, Tarte!💖 Tarte is known for their high end natural makeup🍃
The first product is their BB Tinted primer. This primer claims to last for 12 hours, pore minimizing, skin brightening, while protecting your skin from the sun’s harmful rays with an SPF of 30☀️ Now let me tell you, at the beginning I did not have a good experience with this primer, it did not match my skin color at all and it really bothered me. But, I learned to love it by figuring out how it works better for me, and that’s by using it under makeup (I use to apply it as foundation). This primer has kept me matte, without touch up, from 5am to 2pm! That was an entire day at school! No other primer has kept my makeup as long lasting as this one…it is definitely worth it!💪🏽

The other Tarte product is their Amazonian Clay full coverage foundation😼this foundation claims to be full coverage, oil free, and with a 12 hour last…and it does just that! You only need a pea size amount of this foundation to cover up blemishes, acne scars, and dark circles. Because it is infused with Amazonian Clay, it will do wonders for your skin. The foundation will not clog your pores or break you out❤️️ This foundation has a soft matte finish, leaving your skin flawlessly beautiful✨

Now, if you combine these two products, you will be left astounded. I always find trouble finding products that will be long lasting (because honestly, I hate touching up), and will deliver a beautiful finish. These two product combined will give you powerful skin care benefits. How do I know this? Because after using these products for a week straight, my acne cleared up quicker!💁🏻 I also felt that my pores did get smaller and my skin brighter.

Tarte is my favorite makeup brand and this is why, no other brand has been successful at delivering products with skin care benefits💗 They are a high end brand, and the price could be a little too much for some (primer $36 & foundation $39) but it is definitely worth the money! I recommend this 💯

(You can buy these products on Sephora or Tarte’s website)

What do you guys think? Are you convinced? Have you used these products before?

I’m thinking of making a post on my Christmas wish list🤔🎅🏻

That’s all for now🙆🏻

What You Do To Me part I (Park Chanyeol x Reader)

*This is my very first time writing! I hate reading and literature but I was just feeling it so why not? Please read and give me tips and advice. I’d like to turn this into a series. Please reblog and like so I know I’m doing well 💖 enjoy!

Description: What happens when you’re a 21 year old bag designer and meet Park Chanyeol who you’ve been stanning your whole life at Fashion Week?

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1864

Shuffling in my comforter on my king-sized bed while my alarm went off, I let out a groan. I reached over to my phone on the left nightstand and my hand just happened to miss it pushing it right off onto the marble floors of my apartment. The alarm was still going off and I let out another groan as I prayed that nothing had cracked. I manage to slide out of the comfy sheets and grab the device from the ground to shut off the loud morning call. The sun had barely risen, so why was I up so early? As much as I wanted to spend another 15 minutes in bed, I knew I couldn’t. Today was an important day for me and my career. I looked over to my right nightstand and saw a small envelope decorated with gold leaf and vintage flowers. I pulled out the piece of cardstock from it and in bold letters it read, “You have been invited to the S/S 2017-2018 CHANEL Show @ New York Fashion Week.” It had more information regarding the event and featured designers. I read every single word until something caught my eyes. At the bottom of the invitation I read, “Seat: A116”. Row A. I was going to sit in Row A of Section 1 in seat 16. Only the best of the best in this industry were seated here. This was the section where top bloggers, top designers, and top celebrities chilled as mannequin-like figures strut down the runway. I had only turned 21 about three weeks ago, so how did someone as young as me get one of the best seats at Fashion Week?

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

“Designer y/n will be the Hottest Handbag Designer of 2017”, I read off the article in excitement as all my friends and families congratulated me. I never went to design school or took professional lessons, but I had made a successful debut as a handbag designer. My aesthetics were appealing to many people. It was the perfect mix of hard and soft, feminine and edgy, cool and dark. Everyone loved it. This included Beyonce. My work was beautiful and modern. Beyonce tweeted my work and even asked for a handbag for herself, which I definitely did not refuse. Ever since then, I’ve been blowing up as the next big thing of 2017.

This was my first appearance at a major event. My work was being recognized and I deserved a spot here. I would be able to make create so many connections and opportunities for myself in this industry. Focusing back to my first priority, which was to make yourself a nice warm cup of green tea, I put down the invitation and scrambled out of the bedroom. Quickly starting up the water on the stove, I ran to wash my face and brush my teeth. After, I came back to finish making my cup of tea and headed back to my bedroom. I sat down at my vanity and wondered how I was going to do my makeup. Feathery brows and a dewy base was the trend so I decided on that. Before I started, I pulled the curtains away so I could do my makeup in natural lighting. I had bad experiences with looking too orange after doing my face in bad lighting. As I did my makeup, I listened to whatever was playing on my favorite station on Spotify, which was in no doubt, EXO. I was the biggest fan of them, especially Chanyeol. I admired how talented he was. I mean, SM though, right? Right when I was about to attempt Chen’s highnote in Monster, the music stopped. My phone rang in the familiar ringtone of EXO’s debut song and I picked up. It was my best friend, f/n. “Hey! Did you hear?” she exclaimed. “No, what? Why are you so excited so early?” - “I just heard something and you won’t believe it” - “okay, and?” I replied with confusion. “Okay so you know my friend Marco. He works with the organizers of Fashion Week and gave me a peek at the guest list in your section. Oh my god I’m going to die. EXO is seated right next to you in seats A117-A120.” I couldn’t believe it. EXO, who I had been following from the very beginning in 2012 was going to be at Fashion Week. Seated right next to me. How was this possible? I was honestly going to lose your shit. Just how was I going to introduce myself and act? Am I gonna be lame and ask for an autograph and picture. That’s not lame, is it? Too many thoughts were running through my mind at the moment and found everything hard to process right now. I finished the call with f/n and finished my makeup as calmly as possible. 5 minutes later, I still haven’t calmed down my shit yet. Well, a little bit. I pulled out an outfit from my closet. It was a ruffled blouse in the color of crimson. Along with it, was a pair of flared culottes that defined my waist in a beautiful nude color. It was the perfect length for my petite body that stood at 5’0”. I quickly styled my hair into loose waves that framed my face perfectly. Time was passing quicker than I remembered so I packed my little nude clutch, threw on my outfit, a pair of single-strap heels and I was out the door.

Thank god I lived in the Big Apple because 5 minutes after i arrived, lines got real long. I showed my invitation to the two overly buff men at the entrance and entered the venue. It was nothing like I’ve ever seen before. It was dim and there were people from all industries. Oh yeah, celebrities. Celebrities were EVERYWHERE. EXO was nowhere to be seen (yet) so I managed to stay calm. It was awkward not having anyone I know to keep me company considering I was new to this world. I stood in the corner like a plant not knowing what to do. I checked my phone and it displayed “12:46 PM.” The show didn’t start until one so I was stuck with no one to talk to for the next 14 minutes. But that was a lie. A lady who looked in her early 30’s came towards me. She was chic and had a perky personality. She introduced herself as a journalist from Vogue and wanted to interview me. I was more than happy to and answered all her questions perfectly. It was just the right timing because the show was going to start any minute now. I shuffled around to my spot and man, I felt incredible. Front row seats, where I would get the best view. I was on top of the world, until I saw a large shadow overcast me. The large figure took a seat and I recognized who it was right away. EXO. EXO was seated right next to me. In fact, Park Chanyeol was seated right next to me. I might’ve stared for too long because Chanyeol turned to greet me. I greeted back and tried to focus on the show. My face was growing as red as my blouse. Was Chanyeol going to notice? Oh god, he smells wonderful. He was so close to me, I knew I was going to lose my shit. But i’m an adult, so I didn’t. The show started and I was able to relax more into my seat. I totally had forgotten about the beautiful being that was seated next to me. I enjoyed all collections that came out on that runway and I knew I was going to be invited to more shows. At the end, everyone stood and applaud the closing. It took about five minutes for everyone to settle down and continue on with whatever they planned to do for the rest of the day. EXO was getting up from their seats and greeting people. Are they going to leave? Am I going to ask for a picture? Should I just introduce myself? I couldn’t make up my mind as my phone suddenly rang. Oh my god, Mama was playing from my phone right now. And I was too shock to turn it off. Chanyeol immediately turned to me hearing the familiar song. He gives me probably the most angelic smile I’ve ever seen and he was hella tall. He towered over me but I didn’t look like a midget thanks to my 4-inch heels. The only thing I could say was “It’s my ringtone”. Of course I stuttered it, but it came out in korean so that was a plus. “You speak korean?” Chanyeol asks. I thank the lord for letting me study korean because they were finally coming into use. I answer shyly yes and Chanyeol was more than excited to talk to me. “A-ah Annyeonghaseyo. My name is y/n. I’m a handbag designer.” Unconsciously, I hand him my business card. He takes it from my fingers and says, “Ah! I’ve heard about you. I’m a fan. It’s amazing how far you’ve come considering your age.” He just said he was my fan “I’m a huge fan of you too! You have no idea how long I’ve been following you gu-” I cut myself off, too embarrassed to continue. Now, my face was really blowing up. Chanyeol lets out a small laugh. He leads a small talk with me until one of the other members nudge him that they must leave now. “How long are you guys staying?” I quickly asked. Chanyeol replied, “We’re leaving tonight. But please come to Korea and watch our shows sometime!” I gladly nod and wave goodbye to him. I guess he wasn’t expecting just a wave because he came in to give me a light hug. And like that, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving me stranded in row A of Section 1 with my fastly beating heart.

9:00PM

Resting on the couch, I scrolled through all the articles about me at Fashion Week. There were tons of them. Apparently, I had been one of the favorite outfits of the bloggers. A plus for that! As much fun as the show was, I couldn’t forget about Chanyeol. Why would he hug me when he barely knew me? Wouldn’t all the other fans come after me if they knew? I was more than familiar with this crazy fandom and there are some crazy lunatics. But still. Why didn’t he just settle with a wave? Are koreans that open? I thought they didn’t like skinship. Once again, my heart was beating extremely quick. I decide to close my eyes and rest my mind. Not even 20 seconds had pass when I get an instagram notification. I look at the screen and my jaw dropped wide open. “(y/insta/n): real_pcy liked your photo” I was losing brain cells because this wasn’t being processed into my mind either. My phone dings again with another notification. “(y/insta/n): real_pcy sent you a message” And I lost my shit again.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Drunk Off My Ass

A/N: lets goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Summary: Reader goes to a party with friend Theodosia. Theodosia leaves reader. You are left alone in a party with drunk college students. Philip comes over and stuff happens. (not smut you sinners) (i wish i could write smut)

Prompts: #4. “Are you drunk?” & #779. “Let’s strip down to our socks”

Request: Guess who’s back? Back again. I believe that my request was #4 and #779 with Philip Hamilton? {requested by the lovely @poorly-written-imagines }

Tags: @matsuhanna (you wanted to be tagged in all my fics,,,, here ya go)

Pairing: Philip Ham X Fem. Reader (oops) 

Warnings: underage drinking, drunk-ness, mentions of alcohol, mention of one night stands, swearing, unedited writing

Word Count:1,550 (im getting better at this longer fic thing)

AU: College (im a whore for college AU’s,,, sue me)


You and Theo, or Theodosia as many liked to call her, including yourself, shared a decently sized dorm with an ugly yellow door. You hated that door more than anything. The dorm had one tiny room that was smaller than the bathroom. Two small beds barely fit inside. You and Theo had probably gotten the worst dorm in the entire school.

One bed was used in the dorm for various reasons, such as the very fact that two beds barely fit. You two at least needed room for a wardrobe. Some days, the two of you would wake up and be spooning, leading to a very awkward morning.

Not that you two had much time to actually converse, as classes had practically consumed your life. The only times you two really talked were, between classes, before sleeping and while making (or buying) something for dinner.

Today you had no classes. All you wanted to do was relax and watch Netflix or some shit. Apparently, Theo had other plans.

You woke up to the blazing sun coming in from the window. Not to your suprise, Theo and you were spooning again. You were both only best friends, however, and neither of you had any sexually attraction to the other, nor would you ever date her. You snickered before removing her hand from around your waist and walking groggily into the kitchen.

The kitchen was absolutely horrendous. It was insanely tiny and couldn’t even fit a full-sized fridge, hence why you had an apartment fridge. It was bigger than the room you and Theo shared, but also smaller than the bathroom. That bathroom is huge.

You served yourself cereal and plopped down on the sofa, turning on Netflix, the only thing keeping you going through college. Halfway through whatever the hell you were watching, Theo practically bounced into the living room. “Woah there Theo. Are you sure that drug test came out negative?” You laughed as Theo rolled her eyes.

“It came out negative Y/N! I swear!” Theo complained, getting rather defensive.

“Mhm. Okay. Alright. Okey dokey. Cool. Yes. Good. Sure. Awesome. Fantastic. Fabulous. Fuc-” You said, smirking before Theo, so rudely, interrupted.

“I think what you meant to say was, I believe you Theo.” Theo smirked as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever floats your boat, Cap'ain.“ You teased, smirking. “Now, Master. What was it you are excited about? Because college sure as hell isn’t that exciting.” You asked with an amused smirk playing at your lips.

“I made plans for us to go to Philip Hamilton’s party!” Theo smirked victoriously. Your smirk dropped slightly. Philip Hamilton? As in, the boy that you had a one night stand. And then walked out on? “Isn’t that so exciting Y/N! You’ll love Philip! He’s one of my great friends from my writing class!” She rambled on, excitement laced in her voice.

“Hey, Theo. Maybe I should sit this one out. I got a physics test soon and I can’t really just, not study.” You said, obviously lying. Theo noticed your horrendous lying and spoke.

“Hm. Nah. You’re going with me.” She smiled excitedly, giving you slight puppy dog eyes. You groaned loudly before accepting her offer. “Yes! Yesyesyes! I have the perfect thing for you to wear! This is so exciting! You’re gonna be a woman!!” She practically shouted, jumping up and down in excitement. She looked as if she was going to cry of happiness.

“Theo. I’m a woman already.” You laughed before Theo simply glared, her smile never leaving her face.

“Nope! Let’s go, my experiment!” She smiled largely, causing you to smile back. Theo started with makeup. She swatxhed a dark red lipstick ontof your lips and a dark red eye shadow on your eyes, with a winged eyeliner. You looked pretty damn good. Theo curled your hair and gaped at how amazing she made you look.

Finally, Theo took a box out of the wardrobe you two shared. It had the words, ‘Theodsia’ engraved in the box with an intricate flower pattern. She handed you the box before pulling off the top softly to reveal a beautiful red dress, reaching around knee-length. You felt your jaw drop before she assited you in pulling it on. It was gorgeous. “It was my mother’s dress. I’ve only ever worn it once and it wasn’t my style. It looks better on you.” She smiled. You turned to her, shaking your head vigorously.

“It’s gorgeous, Theo. But I can’t take something that belonged to your mother. It’s rightfully yours. I-I can’t take it.” You said with sympathy in your eyes. Theo simply smiled at you.

“As I said, it looks better on you than it would ever look on anyone else, including myself. My mother would have wanted me to give it away if I didn’t want it.” She smiled before you nodded your head. “Plus it shows off your goddess curves, girl! You look fuckin fantastic!” She laughed before changing into her very own black dress. Her dress reached her ankles and suited her fantastically.

When the both of you were finally ready, you both hailed a taxi. The taxi driver was extremely polite. Theo continuously flirted with him, really not caring whether he was taken or not. You two later found out that he was, in fact, married and had two children. Awkward.

After you two finally paid for the taxi ride, you both walked into the party. You inhaled sharply and breathed out, anxiety flooding your senses. What if Philip recognizes you? What if he hates you? You shrugged off those wretched thoughts as you and Theo walked in. You both sat at the bar and ordered shots.

About two shots later, Theo just left. You were still sitting at the bar, but had stopped drinking. You weren’t tipsy but had enough liquor to at least loosen you up a bit. Suddenly, a hand tapped your shoulder. You whipped around to be met with the face of Philip Fucking Hamilton. You inhaled and exhaled sharply at the proximity of your faces before forcing a smile. You placed your hands on Philip’s chest, to which he responded with a smirk, and pushed him away gently. Philip’s smirk left his face quickly.

“What was that for?” Philip slurred ever so slightly to the point where you weren’t sure if he was drunk or not.

“Your face was too close to mine.” You admitted beofre taking a sip of a shot, causing Philip to look confused.

“Why would you sip a shot? There’s like nothing in that glass.” Philip stated. You rolled your eyes before responding.

“I have no intent on getting drunk tonight. What’s it to you, Mr. Know it all?” You said, a smile never appearing on your face.

“Well. I kind of was trying to get some girl into my bed. Y'know?” Philip slurred. “So let’s strip down to our socks!” Philip smirked. You laughed loudly and Philip flashed a sheepish smile.

“Sorry Phil. But I don’t want that.” You laughed, patting his shoulder. Philip pouted like a child.

“That’s not fair! Cuz! Cuz! I um! I do stuff that’s good!” Philip slurred, the pout never dissapearing from his freckled face.

“Are you drunk?” You snorted before standing up and beginning to walk away before feeling a hand grab your wrist. “What the hell?” You said as your back was slammed against a wall, your hands pinned up, only to be met with the pouting face of Philip Hamilton.

“Kay. So. You don’t have to fuckk meee. But! If I say that I’m drunk. Will you kiss me?” Philip slurred, making not much sense.

You groaned before speaking. “If you stop pinning me to the wall, I’ll give you my number, a cheek kiss and a note reminding you to drink an asston of water.” You laughed. Philip’s face broke into a large grin.

“Deal! By the way, im drunk off my ass.” Philip practically shouted before letting you go. He was now jumping around out of excitement to which you responded with a laugh. You walked over to him and pecked his cheek before taking his phone and putting in your phone number. You then wrote him a quick note basically reminding him to drink water to assist his hangover. “Wait. What’s your name again?” Philip asked, actually having forgotten your name in his drunken state. You laughed out loud.

“Y/N L/N.” You responded, a wide smile on your face as Philip’s smile slightly left his face, only to be replaced with a smirk.

“Aren’t you that girl that I had a one night stand with? And then you left?” Philip smirked. Your eyes widened and you grabbed your bag.

“Gotta blast!” You shouted before stuffing a bottle of alcohol in your bag. You quickly ran out of the bar, Philip Hamilton calling after you. And the bartenders because you stole a bottle of alcohol, but that’s not important.

for the kids who suffered in silence, i understand.

Children are known for being afraid of the dark, afraid of the monsters in the closet, and the boogieman under their bed. Mommies and daddies are expected to check to make sure its safe before they tuck their little ones into bed. But what if your monsters didn’t disappear when the sun rose or the lights came back on?
Everyone says that high school will be the best four years of your life, meeting new people, making friends, playing sports, just simply having a carefree time. From the outside it may have looked like i had that experience, but when classes, dances, and practices were over the makeup comes off and the truth comes out. While girls my age spent hours experimenting with new makeups to make them look 5 years older than they actually were i spent time trying to figure out which shade of concealer would best cover the various shades of black and blue that sat on my cheek. While all of my friends eagerly broke out their new summer clothes, sundresses, tanktops, and shorts they would most likely get in trouble for wearing. I sported a long sleeved hoodie, because tanned skin is cute, but bruised not so much.
When dealing with something so heavy, You begin to notice the sadness in the people around you, how their smiles no longer reach their ears, or how the sparkle has left their eye, their laughs are no longer full but forced and fake. You begin to wonder how many of the people around you are surrounded, drowning in the darkness the same way that you are. Although we can see others struggling, losing the light behind their eyes, no one ever says or does anything about it, it is as though they think by touching on the topic, they will somehow be infected by this dark cloud. It’s the topic no one ever talks about, its like the dirty secret we all keep locked away in the closet, but no matter how many locks you put on that door it will seep out of every corner.
You’d be surprised just how many social workers, teachers, police men, etc. will give you “the look” the one that says yes this is sad but there’s not much I can do about it, I’ve came, looked, done my job, so now I’ll go home to my bed, in my nice safe house, and ill forget about the little girl we found hiding in her closet, shaking in fear. They won’t hesitate to deem your situation okay not for lack of bruises, tears, or cries for help, but because the situation “just isn’t severe enough” or “isn’t immediate danger”, so how about tonight we switch places and you can hide in my closet and you can endure the wrath, and then please then tell me the situation isn’t immediate and surely it can’t be severe, but that’s okay because “out of sight out of mind” for those not involved that is.

Really Quick Roller Derby Crash Course

For your Roller Derby AU!

General Misconceptions:

Okay, so there are a few misconceptions I’ve noticed about roller derby, and the one that really truly stands out to me is the skates.

In roller derby, in-lines are not used. Like ever. Even in practices. Quad skates are used. This means the wheels are aligned like :: , not like ….. Usually, the boot section of the skate will not extend past one’s ankles.

The safety gear also stands out, but not as much as the skates. The safety gear used in derby isn’t particularly form fitting, and makes a person’s knees look clunky. There are pads on the knees, elbows, and wrists. The helmets cover more of a skater’s head than a typical K-Mart bike helmet does. Also, mouthguards are required when playing full-contact derby (I’ve never been in a league that requires them during the non-contact, teach you how to skate phase, but they’re still advised.) Usually, Sisu mouthguards are used, because talking and breathing are really nice.

And the last noticeable flaw is the rules. (This is for the more common flat-track, as I am lacking in banked-rules-knowledge). Punching people is not allowed, ever. Elbowing, kicking, and tripping are all again not allowed. Derby usually involves sticking your butt in front of people or whapping them with your butt or shoulders. Or avoiding butts, if you are a jammer. Jammers wear a star on their helmets, but it is not permanently there. There are helmet covers with the stars on them. Pivots are blockers that can become the jammer, and wear a helmet cover with a stripe. The blockers put their butts in front of the jammers.

Other things to liven up your AU!: 

-Is it flat-track or banked-track? Banked is what the movie Whip-It is about, but it is also less common due to the need for a special floor. Flat-track tends to be somewhat less violent.

-Duct tape: lots of derby peeps use duct tape for their skate’s toes (not the toe-stop) and for gear that is coming apart somewhat.

-Stickers! Helmets usually get covered in stickers, at least in my experience

-Derby makeup: It’s very cool and usually not very subtle. I’ve seen half skeleton face, eyeliner scribbled around eyes, glitter eyebrows, spider themed stuff! so many. Not everybody does derby makeup though, but it can look reeeeeeaaaally cool.

(-oh man they call us ‘ladies’ a lot soooo if youve got a closeted trans character… bingo theres some angst

-also like injuries aren’t that uncommon? like usually people don’t get black eyes and stuff, but derby bruises happen, like falling on a wheel is stepping on a lego pretty much, except its your butt, and sometimes arm bruises from teammates fingers happen, that kind of thing. usually bruises aren’t extravagant, BUT there are quite a few concussions and dislocated limbs and broken bones, not too many, buuuut… more of those than black eyes in my experience. 

-many lgbt in derby, manyyy

-ur otp can meet by bumping butts repeatedly)

Now go forth and make really cool and accurate derby AUs!

please do make a lot i really want people to write about my otp playing derby

anonymous asked:

Would it be possible to get a run down of things you did earlier in your transition to help pass? Makeup, facial hair maintenance tricks etc? Been struggling a lot lately :/

I mostly just tried to not obsess over tiny blemishes on my face and made sure not to wear an excessive amount of makeup–it’s been my experience that too much makeup would draw more attention than subtle beard shadow or razor bumps.  Then again, I don’t know a ton about makeup, and I’m sure there are plenty of ways to play up your better features.  What I found more useful was dressing for my body shape.  I tend to wear things that flatter my figure and minimize my muscularity–for me that means a-line skirts, long t-shirts when i wear pants, and layers.

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“what kind of tags are usually found on makeup that i’d need to watch out for? i’m planning for my first time and want to be as careful as possible so i’d appreciate any tips :3” ~ sideofhazel

On the outside of make up you’ll find soft tags. They are just rectangular white strips (kinda puffy, like they aren’t just stickers). Just peel them off. Lots of people seem concerned about there being tags inside the boxes, but I have never seen that and I don’t think anybody else has.

The other kinda metallic one I’ve seen on perfume at Ulta. You don’t have to peel all of it off, just partially to disrupt the signal.

Mostly though, you only see tags on very high end products, like high end skin care and a lot of perfumes, but not so much makeup (or at least in my experience). If a makeup product is tagged it’s mostly the white soft tags and you’ll see it on the outside of the box. I don’t think it’s necessary to unbox makeup, but it’s VERY important you check all sides of the box for tags.

anonymous asked:

I heard somewhere that some autistics (last I checked, mostly female) really don't care for being pretty--like they don't wear that tight shirt that looks pleasing to someone's eye but they chose that ugly shirt because it's more comfortable. In my experience, I hate hate HATE wearing makeup, along with skirts and jeans because they're so uncomfortable to me. Do other people who are autistic/have Asperger's feel this way as well?

I think it varies from person to person. regardless of where they fall on the spectrum, and even some neurotypicals/allistics are like that too. I go through periods where I want to dress nicer, pay special attention to my hair, and put on makeup, and then I go through periods when I just can’t be bothered with anything beyond “eh, this is clean enough” and “I can hide my hair under a hat or a wig” and don’t do anything about makeup because it sometimes takes too long and nobody really cares half the time anyway. Just being happy with what you’re wearing and how you present yourself is all that matters.

- Auntie Cat