my face as canvas

Happy Valentines Day!  ♡ ♡ ♡ (gave up on shading all the other stuff dfsdfh)

Radical Feminism is NOT Feminism (Tumblr Feminism version since all of you are so butthurt).

I’ve been on Tumblr long enough to see heinous posts about men-haters and misandry. So let me clear this up for you hella quick.

I came from a third-world country, now having the privilege to live in a developed one for more than half my life. So let me tell you “Rad fems” a little something and I will be anything BUT nice about it.

Shaving leg hair and wearing makeup is NOT oppression. Being betrothed from the second you’re born is oppression. 

Having a guy call you “hot” or “cute” isn’t berating women. Having acid thrown on your face is. 

Having your gender mistaken because they don’t know what you identify as is not offensive. Being belittled for your gender (whether it be he OR she) is offensive.

Did you ever think that men AND women can enjoy rough sex? If it is consented, that is THEIR business and something THEY enjoy, and it’s not your place to judge how they like their sex to be. There are plenty of women who ENJOY rough sex. Shocker, I know.

Someone can be a housewife without a job, married to a MAN and still be a feminist. You are in no place to tell them otherwise.

Women can shave their legs and wear makeup and be a feminist, it’s THEIR choice. LET THEM BE. THEY LIKE SHAVING THEIR HAIR AND CAKING THEIR FACE. KEYWORD: LIKE.

Did it ever occur to you that girls ENJOY wearing makeup? I think makeup is art and my face is the canvas. I have days where I don’t want to wear makeup and days I do. 

And last but not least, man-hating. That’s misandry. In case you “feminists” forgot, feminism is EQUAL RIGHTS. Not superiority for women, inferiority for men. There are PLENTY of MEN who I know are feminists. My father, my brother, my friends. 

Did you forget about Barack Obama? Joseph Gordon Levitt? Matt McGorry? Men who ADVOCATE for women’s rights? Probably, if you’re that dumb to think all men are evil. 

Beyonce, Michelle Obama, Emma Watson, Malala Yousafzai, Benazir Bhutto are epitomes of ideal feminists TO ME.

I am a feminist. I advocate for equal wage, education rights, I advocate for pro-choice, I advocate for LGBT communities and minority groups. I run a community that fights domestic abuse and helps women in need, whether it be from abuse, poverty, anything. And guess what? Shaving their legs or wearing makeup is the LAST thing in their minds? I am a feminist who love men, love going to Sephora and buying a bunch of makeup and wearing it, and I LOVE shaving my legs to make them smooth af. 

And one day, I hope I do find a man BECAUSE I AM STRAIGHT! SORRY FOR MY SEXUAL ORIENTATION, WILL ALL OF YOU SHIT ON ME FOR THAT TOO?

Before you start thinking that all those petty issues are feminism causes, think about all those girls who have much bigger issues. Get out of your close-minded heads and stop giving real feminists a bad name. 

The Start of Something

shawn mendes x reader

prompt: based on the songs Honest by Shawn Mendes and Ivy by Frank Ocean.

“It’s that I hate to hurt you, but I got to be honest. I can’t give you what you need. You deserve more than I can promise”

“I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me, the start of nothing”


The start of something.

The sky was pitch black as the stars danced around and glimmered. The air was cool and our cheeks were flushed. Pointing out the different constellations, lost in our own world. This is how I always want it to be. The 2 of us, enjoying each other’s company, alone. Laughter filled my ears as we laid down on the grass, cracking jokes and being ourselves. The feeling was ethereal. It was almost like I was in some type of dream world. I could dream all night. The feeling deep down is good.

I glanced up at Shawn as I watched him laugh. The way his smile reflected the moon light, how his cheeks would gradually become a deep pink, how his eyes gleamed with joy. I couldn’t help but watch and smile. I guess he had noticed, as the laughter had died down. Shawn looked at me and smiled a weary smile, as if he were trying to figure something out.

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“Canvas”
Norman Reedus Imagine


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I walked onto the set for Boondock Saints, fidgeting since this was my first time being on a makeup team for a movie. Norman came up to me and hugged me, i smiled and hugged him back.

“You made it!” He said with a smile.

I nodded and looked at the rest of the crew, nobody looked friendly. I known Norman since we were in diapers. We have been best friends since we were in elementary school, he was my only friend but i didn’t want him to think i was that lonely.  I sighed and looked down nervous thinking i was going to fail.

“Hey why do you look so nervous?” Norman asked interlocking our arms and walking me to the makeup department.

“Cause you know this is my first real set.” i mumbled moving the hair out of my face seeing i already had a person waiting in my chair. It was a man Norman shook his hand, and then motioned to me.

“Hey i’m Sean.” He said holding his hand out, i immediately took it,

“(y/n)…” I mumbled he chuckled same with Norma, who i glared at.  I started working on Sean even though he hardly needed any makeup, the Director came over and looked at him ,

“Can you maybe add some more here?” He asked, but i knew it was more of a command.

“Yes sir, would you like anything else fixed?” I asked politely, he shook his head no.  I started adding more counselor where he asked , Sean kept staring at me through the mirror.

“You are the makeup artist to not talk my ear off, do you know that?”  I turned and looked at the mirror ,  i dusted off my black shirt which was now covered in powder,

“Yes,  I get told that a lot, I only talk when spoken to Mr. Sean.” He smiled at me, he was charming in appearance.

“How do you know Norman?” He questioned and looked at the mirror.

“We have been friends since we were little.”  I mumble starting to clean my brushes since i was done with his makeup.  He nodded and watched me for some time before saying our goodbyes and leaving my chair. Norman sat down and smacked his hand on my ass cheek. I yelped and turned around thinking it was Sean. Noticing it was Norman I dropped my raised hand and glared at him.

“So how is it?” He asked starting to laugh.

“Fine Norman, go on set they need you.”

 I say and start to shoo him. He took off his shades and put them on top of my head.

“Keep these safe (y/n).” He said with a smirk before running off into the set.

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I walked onto The Walking Dead set with a sigh. I raised my sunglasses off the bridge of my nose and onto my forehead. I chuckled remembering the first time I was on a set. I looked around and saw the makeup department and I started walking to it but I got stopped by the director.

“Hello (y/n) have you set up in your trailer yet?”

I raised my eyebrows at the mention of a trailer,
“Uh, no sir.”

“It is right over there, you can drop your stuff in there and then come to your chair.”

I nodded and walked to my supposed trailer, opening it was completely empty. I looked around for a few moments then walked out. I went to my chair where this woman sat, there was a wig in front of her. Her skin was a beautiful African American shade, she was gorgeous.

“Hello I am Danai, I need help with..” She motions toward the wig. I nodded quickly picking it up gently, like a newborn baby.

“I’m (y/n) by the way.” You mumble before slipping it on and beginning to attach it. She stared at me through the mirror with a grin. Throughout the years of college and my life I have gained more tattoos and began piercing my ears. My back was covered in black and white tattoos, my artwork.

“How long have you been a makeup artist?” She asked looking to my eyes.

“Well ever since my mama taught me how to put on blush.” I say with a chuckle.

She laughed at my response and shook her head. “Your funny, and I love how you put it on.” She said touching her hair. I smiled and picked up my makeup brush, she leaned back in her seat.

“Thank you, that was my first time putting a wig on to be honest.” I say truthfully.

Danai raised her eyebrows but tried not to move her face. I started applying eyeliner and little lipstick. It took me only a few minutes and then she was done. She smiled and thanked me going to wardrobe. I sat in my chair and awaited for my next person to work on. I started looking at my phone before I felt someone watching me.

“(Y/n)?” I heard a familiar voice. I looked up in the mirror to see Norman staring at me wide eyed. I froze in fear… I haven’t seen Norman since the last time I was at a set. My mouth went dry, and my tongue felt like sandpaper.

I turned in my chair and stared at a older Norman,

“Hi Norman.” I whispered even though I was far away enough that he couldn’t hear me. I stood as he walked towards me,

“I’m your next canvas..” He said softly.

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I started walking towards my convertible when I heard my name being yelled,

“(Y/n)!” Sean yelled approaching me. I waved.

“Hey Sean, is something wrong?” I asked him.

“No I was just wondering if you would maybe like going on a double date with me and Norman?” He said softly and leaning on the hood of my red convertible. I smile and nodded,

“Good pick you up at 7? And hey remember some dancing shoes.” He winked and walked back to the set. I smiled then got in my car I sighed and drove to my small apartment.

When I walked through the door of my apartment, I looked at my mirror as i took off my Vans , “Shit I still have his glasses.” I sighed and put them on the counter.

I began the process of getting ready. I showered and put on some lipstick. I almost forgot my eyeliner, which i thank god i didn’t.  I winged the eyeliner and slapped on some mascara.

“Time for the hard part … hair.” i said taking out my wet hair, I decided to let it air dry with some gel in it.  Walking to my room i decided on a plain black tea and black leggings. I wasn’t a colorful person, at all. Looking at myself in the mirror i sighed taking off the shirt and throwing on my favorite Pink Floyd tank top, which also showed off my belly button tattoo.  I decided to show off my tattoos tonight, Norman hasn’t seen them yet. Thinking of Norman i sighed and tried not to cry.

I heard the doorbell ring, I took a deep breath opening the door. Sean stood there with Norman right behind him.

“Wow.” The both muttered, I just giggled,

“Let me get my heels.” I saw opening the door wider, allowing them access in. I walked into my bedroom leaving them at the door, who seemed in awh by my home. When I came out of my room in my vans , heels seemed too formal, the looked at me with a smile.

“Liz is meeting us at the club.” Norman said rubbing his jaw looking at me. I nodded as Sean kissed my hand and then interlocking our fingers. I smiled at him and walked with him to the bikes. Sean handed me a helmet but I shook my head no. He got on then me, I looked back at Norman, who was staring at me.

I chuckled as he drove.

Getting to the club I laughed since I never have been to one. Sean made sure to keep his arm around me, or hold my hand. We walked to a small table with a beautiful woman sitting with her legs crossed.

“(Y/n) this is Liz.” Norman said, I shook her hand and said hi.

Sean sat next to me and ordered a couple drinks. I started sipping my beer as we all socialized.

Hearing one of my favorite songs on I jump in excitement. “I love this song!” I whimper and look at Sean with puppy dog eyes.

“Let’s go dance then.” Norman said taking Liz to the floor, Sean practically dragged me there. Norman and Liz looked good dancing together, me and Sean…. No.

Sean was very forceful towards my hips, swaying them back and forth and practically making me rub my rear on his pelvis. At one point I yelled I had to go to the bathroom, just to get away from him. I started walking but a hand grabbed mine, it was Norman.

“Come on.” He said twirling me into him.

 I smiled and started dancing with him. He was so gentle yet he kept the lead. Our dance could be described as a tango with a modern flare. One point I was rubbing my back on his chest and holding his face to look at me. Even being Norman best friend, he was surprisingly hot, and attractive through our dance. I couldn’t stop smiling, and honestly neither could he. I giggled and stared at him as our dance ended, then noticed everyone was watching us at the middle of the dancefloor. I cleared my throat and stood up straighter, and i moved my hair behind my ear. 

The crowd applauded almost to the point of a standing ovation, but we denied and walked back to our table. I was bright red and still looking down at my shoes when we sat back down/ Sean now reeked of alcohol, as well as Liz, they laughed at everything they looked at.

“So (y/n) how do you like paint on people?” Liz asked. Since this was her first time speaking to me since she met me i decided to be clever,

“Its just like that actually, I am a artist, and the face is my canvas.” i said with a chuckle. Norman stared at me with a smile. Liz and Sean laughed at me but I knew I sounded intelligent to the sober.

the significance of skin care

I never recognised that taking good care of your skin was crucial until I started breaking out in my freshman year of High School. The appearance of one’s skin can gravely affect your self-esteem if it is not treated with the proper care. Once the lunch lady made a remark about my pizza face, that was when I realised I needed to take action.
I asked my parents to take me to the dermatologist where she diagnosed me with bacterial acne and advised me on a skin care routine. Like most people, she taught me about cleansing my face and applying the acne medication. When I saw that these two steps caused irritation and itchiness, I knew there was something wrong.
My mom is one of those people who always looks for online offers on spa treatments. She took the opportunity to take me to an aesthetician for a facial cleanse. After that, I knew about a whole new world that expanded way more than the two steps of cleansing and treating. I suddenly knew about toners and exfoliators as well as serums and facial moisturisers. Going home with a whole new set of products was definitely satisfying. At first I was not disciplined into a routine, but I was determined to take care of the problem I was faced with: low self-esteem due to my white canvas with red dots.
` Skin care is not simply beauty, that is just a plus. Many environmental factors affect our skin’s health. Cold weather causes dryness leading to wrinkles. The air with its pollutants clogs pores and bacterial build up. The sun with its harmful rays causes skin damage which can result in skin cancer in the long run. The 21st century has provided a rather challenging environment for skin care, but not impossible.
I have developed this love for skin care that most of my friends do not understand. There is a more emotional relationship with my skin care products than I do with anyone else. I’ve spent hundreds of my dad’s dollars on skin care (it was totally worth it) which explains the copious amount of Sephora points I already used.
Hopefully,  there is someone out there reading this who feels the same way I do. Skin care is key.

56. “It brings out your eyes.”

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Alright I decided to make this kinda comedic cos writing 100 drabbles of pure fluff can get really repetitive so I’m attempting to try different genres and play around with the characters so yep! Hope you guys will like this :-) (Also, just thought I’d let you guys know that out of the recent batch of requests, only one is of jay and the rest is for none other than our won and only ssamdi and tbh this amuses me kekeke)


Day offs were great, but being a YouTuber who mostly worked from home it didn’t really made a difference…until your boyfriend gets a day off too and it’s usually then when the day becomes a little more special because Kiseok was one to entertain, cuddle, laze around or even work (to both your fans’ delight) with you on his stay home days and today was no exception.


“So what video are you filming today?” He asked, taking a seat beside you at your desk as his eyes scanned the scribbling on your notepad.


“I don’t know,” You shrugged, flipping the pages. “I used to have this whole lineup of videos that I wanted to do but looking at it now just looks really boring.”

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Beneath the Stars Chapter 18

Chapter: I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII

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Summary: Feyre and Rhys confront Tamlin’s secret and admit the depth of their feelings for each other. Smut ensues. NSFW.

Chapter 18

“I - wait, what?”

“Sit in the chair.”

“Feyre?”

I grabbed my chair and dragged it closer in front of the canvas facing the opposite direction and pointed again. “Sit. I need to paint you.” Rhys stared at me like I’d gone mad. “Please, Rhys.”

That did it. Whether it was the near-violent please or the desperate way I said his name, that did it. He sat.

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@jakeroper Hi Jake! I have had the idea of painting a portrait of you or just making any kind of fan art for you, for a very long time, but never really had the courage. i just didnt want to paint/draw you and have it not look like you at all. but a few days ago i saw your recent Vsauce video and i just thought that now would probably be the time to give you something back. you make me smile so many times, it’s only fair for me to try and make you smile too! So i tried too make a little sketch in the bus, posted it and you immediately saw it and replied! you do not know how happy i was!! when i came home i stuffed some pizza in my face and went straight to an old canvas i had laying around and started painting. And this is it. I really hope you like it and that it makes you smile! I am so proud of you. You are doing so great, keep it up lil muffin.
From Fijke


SPEEDPAINT VIDEO → https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcsCsdQ8B3E&feature=youtu.be