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(っ◕‿◕)っ♥  Acne Tips!

This has nothing to do with my normal blog content, but everyone will have a pimple at some point in their life, and sometimes they’re really difficult to get rid of, but I hope this can help you guys!


WASH YOUR FACE BEFORE DOING ANY ACNE TREATMENT!!

1) Baking Soda mixed with a bit of water until it’s a paste, and put on your face for 30min. Make sure to wash it all off afterwards. 

2) Put lemon juice on cotton balls, and use these to clean your acne. DO NOT LEAVE THIS ON YOUR FACE!!! Wash off after you dab clean to prevent drying. 

3) DO NOT TOUCH YOUR PIMPLES!! Your hands are filthy. They touch all kinds of surfaces, and the oils and bacteria from your hands just makes the acne so much worse

4) Do not use multiple acne remedies at once! They will dry out your skin SO MUCH, and peeling can be just as annoying as acne. Make sure to keep your skin properly moisturized by not over-using treatment, or using moisturizers that won’t clog your pores, or have a lot of oils in them. 

5) Strong green tea that has been cooled to room temperature, and apply this to your acne. You could also put this in a spray bottle and spritz it on your acne. You can leave this on over-night, and this can be repeated as often as you want - without drying. 


I hope this can help you guys!!

Sherlock eating icecream and most of it ends up around his mouth and on his face and John goes “you have icecream on your face”. Sherlock doesnt say amything and just scoots closer to John, waiting for him to clean it for him.
And John Watson, instead of wiping it off with his hands,goes and kisses Sherlock on the lips WHILE licking the icecream from around the corners of Sherlock’s mouth.
After he’s done, Sherlock says ‘thanks :>’

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“Darling, what is it?” James approached you, unaware that the speed of your heart was increasing with each step he took. 

“Your face, James,” you tried to explain, backing away from him.

“My face?” He looked offended as he placed a hand on his cheek, then realised he hadn’t cleaned the blood splatters off from his last victim. “Oh.” He reached out towards you, then instantly pulled away when he realised he’d just moved the blood from his face to his hand. 

“My apologies.” He looked down sadly, unable to say anything more. “I’m truly sorry.”

anonymous asked:

Hey mama! You have such good skin! Have you ever had acne before? If you have, could you please give some tips to either shrink the acne or get rid of it? Sorry if i'm bothering you.

I get this ask a lot. I was lucky, I never had ache. But my advice is if you are young (13-17 in which case get off my blog), your hormones are whack and acne is pretty common. As you get older it will decrease but my advice for now is a clean face.

✩Cleansing and acne reducing face masks, exfoliating scrubs, a small amount of moisturizer can help.
✩ Don’t wear make up if you dont have to even if you are embarrassed. If your chilling at home or just going to the store forget make up.
✩ Always wash your face before bed. Don’t let make up or excess natural oils sit in the pours.
✩Avoid moisturizing where acne is. If your skin is dry, your body makes more oils to rehydrate and a pimple can form. If you use too much moisturizer then the excess can form acne too. It’s about balance.
✩ Try not to touch your face, it rubs dirt into the pours.
✩Drink heaps of water
✩Exercise makes you sweat and cleanses pours.

Hope this helped you babe ♡

  • take a deep breath
  • put on your favourite pyjamas (or change out of pyjamas and into clothes)
  • drink a glass of water - it will refresh and energise you so much
  • eat some fruit - or some chocolate, if you need to
  • if you’re feeling up to it, take a shower (a bath, if you’re feeling extra fancy - or extra stressed)
  • put on a face mask
  • wash your face, take off your makeup if you wear it (and you’re not going out again or whatever) and moisturise
  • exfoliate, maybe
  • brush your teeth (the feeling of clean teeth is my favourite when I’m feeling icky tbh)
  • drink hot chocolate (or chocolate milk, if it’s too warm)
  • speak to someone you love, let them know that you care, or that you’re thinking about them, or even just that you’re okay
  • sit down for a bit and listen to a meditation track, or a slow/classical song, or an audiobook for a little while. close your eyes and just breathe
  • inhale through your nose for 7 seconds, hold for 4 and then let go for 8. repeat for as many times as you need to (this is the best for when you’re feeling particularly stressed or anxious about something)
  • give yourself a compliment. stand in front of the mirror and smile
  • take a twenty minute nap
  • write down a couple of lines in your journal about how you feel (or type it, or do whatever will make you feel better)
  • make a list of 5 or 10 things that make you feel happy, go back to them next time you’re feeling down
  • stretch a little - stretching, like all physical activity, releases endorphins, which boosts your mood
  • tidy your room up a little, if you can. the lack of clutter will make you feel as if you can breathe more easily - making your bed is a quick way to make it feel more put together with little effort
  • drink some tea
  • go for a short walk, maybe hunt some pokemon - like I said exercise = endorphins = better mood
Today is hard.

The hardest part of recovery isn’t when you’re not sure whether or not you want to stay clean and sober. It’s when you’ve been fighting your hardest, and gone through so much shit, and yet you still feel like you’re not getting anywhere in recovery. It feels like the whole world is against you trying to take away the clarity and sober time you’ve gained. No matter what, we have to gather our courage and face everything head on.

I feel like the last while this has been my situation; facing challenges both mentally and physically and handling it with grace and courage. Today was a write off day. I had a horribly upset stomach all last night and spent the majority of the night running back and forth to the toilet. I’m worn out. My body is still recovering from blood loss and I’m fighting fatigue. I’ve noticed lately that pain triggers my PTSD. I get hyper-vigilant and anxious. It’s something I’ve brought up in therapy and we are setting out the groundwork to deal with it.

Right now as dramatic as it sounds I feel like my body is screaming. My chest hurt’s, my head, neck, back and stomach are sore and aching. When I breathe in the air hurts my sinuses and lungs so I’m feeling a little breathless. I want to sleep but as soon as I lay down my mind is swamped with overwhelming thoughts and I get anxious and restless. I know this will pass but for today recovery is hard.

March 15, 2017

Weekend beauty tips ;)

So I haven’t done this in a while, lack of time and such. but I’m about to fuck you up with some great DIY face masks, it’s the weekend so pamper yourself, pal.


You need to clean your pores? 

This one great for acne. All you need is apple cider vinegar and some bentonite clay, which you can get at any Trader Joe´s. Mix equal parts of each ingrediet and leave on your face till it hardens and wash off with warm water to make it easier. The benotine clay will soak up impurities and with the ACV in the mix, it’ll draw out toxins. I always try and rest while doing this one, put cucumbers over my eyes and all just cause the ACV is kinda rough and it hurts my eyes a little. Your face will be red after this so do it at night, or at least 30 minutes before you go out. It goes away and leaves your skin flawless.

Acne? (for oily/combination, acne prone skin)

You need ¼ of an avocado and some egg whites. Mix it until you’ve got a  paste and apply it to your face for a good 15-20 minutes. It’ll leave your skin moisturized, but not over moisturized. Trust me, it’s amazing !

Dry skin?

You’ll need a cucumber, half a cup of plain yogurt and a spoon of milk powder. You’ll need to peel the cucumber and then cut it up into small pieces. Get rid of the seeds in the middle and then put it into your blender or food processor. Add the yogurt and the milk powder. Mix it all until you get a smooth, yet thick substance. Nothing too thick or runny cause that’s annoying and it’ll make a mess, we don’t need that in our lives haha. Now put it on your clean, dry face and leave it on for 10-15 minutes. RINSE WITH COLD WATER. 

After all of these, you’ll wanna close your pores with an ice cube or just cold af water. I cannot stress this enough, PAT YOUR FACE DRY, it avoids wrinkles and the spread of bacteria.

That’s all I’ve got today, love ya’ll.

xx

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I hope you like it hun!

My World

I sat in the hotel bar waiting for my ride to the airport, I had been on a business trip for over a week but was surprising my husband by coming home early, I was on facetime to him and our son Frankie, it was mid afternoon so he had just finished his very messy lunch.

“Gosh Frankie, how is daddy going to clean up all that ketchup from your face.” I said sweetly, smiling at my phone as I watched my son put his face right in the camera, Brendon’s hair was messy and unstyled, his glasses on and a black tshirt on, he looked so cute like this, gently pulling Frankie onto his lap so I could see them both.

“I think a bath is in order.” He smiled, propping the phone up as he wiped our sons face through his many protests, squealing and wriggling in his arms.

“No baths!” He squealed, bolting off of Brendon’s lap and disappearing to play with his toys, I chuckled down the phone, Brendon leant closer his warm brown eyes and soft smile made my heart melt.

“This will be an interesting evening.” He laughed back, running a hand through his hair, shifting his wedding ring back into its proper position.

“It will indeed, I think you’ll have fun trying to get him to sleep.” We both laughed to each other, smiling, he gave a small sigh, checking over his shoulder to make sure Frankie hadn’t wandered far.

“Baby I wish you didn’t have to be gone another week. I miss you, and so does Frank, he gets all restless at night.” I felt a little guilty keeping it secret that I would actually be home in a few hours but I knew it would feel better if he didn’t expect to see me.

“I know, but I will be back before you know it, just a few more days. I have to go soon though baby, I’ve got some meetings to go to.” I said softly, knowing my taxi to the airport would arrive any minute.

“Ok Y/N, I love you.” He said sweetly. “Frankie! Mommy’s going now, come say goodbye.” Frankie came running over at his fathers words, hopping onto his lap and smiling widely.

“I love you mommy!” He shouted, a massive, adorable grin taking over his whole face.

“I love you too, be good for daddy ok?” I smiled, kissing the camera.

“Ok mommy.”

“I love you baby, speak later.” I smiled, waving at the camera as we hung up, I smiled, getting the confirmation message that my taxi was outside, I grabbed my bags and headed to it. I only had to fly about 2 hours to get home so by the time I got back Frankie should just be going to bed. I put my headphones in and listened to music on the way to the airport, I smiled as mine and Brendon’s first dance song came on, Fly Me to the Moon by Frank Sinatra, hence why our son was named Frankie. As I got to the airport I paid my taxi driver and set about checking myself in, Brendon thought I was in meetings all day so it would cover my back when I didn’t reply on the flight. After checking in and finally getting through security I sat at the airport gate, finally getting the opportunity to look at my phone, seeing a message from Brendon.

Bogart and Frankie’s new favourite game. I read as I opened I opened it, finding a picture of him and Frankie in the garden with the dogs, Frankie was playing with the hose, I could help but smiled as I scrolled through the pictures he had sent me. As they called for my flight I quickly text back.

Adorable, why did you let our son find out what the hose does? ;) I smiled as I tucked my phone into my pocked, getting onto my flight and getting comfortable, I turned my phone onto aeroplane mode and put my headphones back in, listening to more music on shuffle, including Brendon’s music, I loved Panic! And I found it so sweet that Brendon still supported me doing my own thing with my business even though he was successful. He was always happy to stay home when I had to go away for business, I always missed him so much though, it sucked being away from the two most important people in my life.

I managed to doze off for one of the two hours I was on the plane, waking up just before landing, my feeling a little groggy, I looked down at my watch, it was 6pm, if Brendon had managed it Frankie should be bathed and getting ready for bed now. I got off the plane and travelled through the airport, getting my luggage and going through border control it was 6:30 by the time I was through and in a taxi. I checked my phone, finding another few messages and pictures from Brendon.

Well it was hot and he wanted something fun to do :p. That one was clearly in response to my other message about the hoze, but I scrolled down further to find a really sweet selfie.

Bedtime in the Urie household. I smiled as looked at the picture of Frankie on Brendon’s lap all wrapped up in his batman pyjamas, hair damp, the picture was so cute I couldn’t resist saving it and putting it as my background on my phone.

Wow, you actually got him bathed and ready for bed by 6:30… I’m impressed… I sent the teasing message as I hopped into a taxi home, telling the driver where to go as I tucked my headphone away in my bag, I didn’t live far from the airport so it was only about a 40 minute drive, I got a few more messages from Brendon, specifically one as I was about 10 minutes away from the house.

And now… to put him to bed… I love you x I blushed, still getting butterflies every time that man told me he loved me, once again I paid my taxi driver, slowly creeping up to the house and unlocking the door as quietly as I could. I managed to get myself and my bags in without making a single sound, the house was quiet, Brendon had clearly turned the TV off to get Frankie to go to bed, I heard the faint sound of singing from upstairs, deciding to follow it to investigate. As I did I found Brendon singing in Frankie’s room, leaning over his bed and gently stroking his floppy brown hair, he was sing ‘Nine In The Afternoon’ our personal favourite song of his, he sung the lyrics softly. I felt my heart fill up, I felt so happy to see my two boys like this, Frankie was asleep, he loved being sung to above all else, no stories, no games, he always asked for daddy to sing to him at night. I slowly crept through the room, sneaking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, he jumped but stayed quiet when he saw me, despite the wide grin taking over his face, the exact same one his son gave me on a regular basis.

“Shhh.” I cooed, cuddling my husband close, a week was a long time for us to be apart, he hugged me back, both of us shuffling out of Frankie’s room and into our own.

“I’m so damn happy to see you!” He gushed, sweeping me up into his arms and placing a sizeable kiss on my lips, he hands stroking through my hair in gentle movements.

“I missed you too baby.” I grinned back at my gorgeous husband, my thoughts flitting to what an amazing dad he was, he made me so proud, he made me the happiest woman alive every day of my life.

“What is it?” He asked, his head tilted to one side like an adorable little puppy dog cocking its head, one hand resting on my thigh as we sat on the bed, I shuffled closer, placing a small kiss to his lips.

“You… you are the most amazing father you know that?” I told him, kissing his lips again, gently fiddling with his floppy hair.

“Well… I don’t know about that.” He looked down, sighing slightly, he hated it when he struggled looking after Frankie, he always felt like a bad parent when his anxiety took over and made him over think things.

“You are! Your son thinks the world of you. And so do I baby.” I smiled, snuggling up to him, kissing him again, our lips lingering for longer this time, moving slowly in time with each other, passionate and gentle hands finding my waist.

“I really am glad you’re back.” He whispered, cradling me against him, strong tattooed arm pulling me onto his lap.

“Me too.” I whispered back, holding his shoulders lightly in my fingers as our lips began to move in time again, tongues beginning to touch tentatively, he held me close as if this was the first time we’d ever done this, like a precious doll in his arms. He slid me down onto the bed, tugging my tshirt over my head, reaching behind me to unclip my bra, I pulled his tshirt off too, marvelling at the gorgeous man that had, for some reason, wanted to marry me. He kicked off his jeans and boxers before getting to work on my bottom half, tearing my clothes off of me and staring down at my naked form. Without speaking another word he began kissing down my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth briefly before carrying on downwards, kissing down my stomach, pressing kisses to my thighs, then placing one quick kiss on my clit. My back arched almost instantly at the contact, he smiled devilishly, licking one long strip over my clit, it felt amazing, I gasped, moaning out as my back arched up. Before I could say another word his tongue was working against my clit, circling it slowly, teasing me, he was far too good at this. His fingers found my heat, two sliding in and curling upwards, rubbing that sweet spot inside as his tongue worked my clit, flicking it, pulling it between his lips to suck, my body was already going into overdrive, he knew how to make me cum in minutes when he did this. He sped up, fingers pumping into me, tongue rapidly moving moaning when he heard me whimper out his name, the moan sending vibrations through my clit, I was so close already I could hardly move.

“You taste so good baby.” He moaned, I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt my walls contract around his fingers.

“Brendon!” I whimpered out in pleasure, gripping at our bedsheets as his tongue moved, his free hand moving to keep me still had my hips bucked up from the sensitivity. He chuckled slightly as the involuntary movements took over me, my body quivering in pleasure. After he was satisfied with his efforts he climbed back up my body, kissing my stomach on the way up, I could feel him rock hard against my leg.

“I want you so bad baby.” He groaned, his fingers held my hip in his hand as he pushed in slowly, I was already so worked up from everything else it felt like heaven, his warm hands cradling my body as his hips working into a slow, passionate rhythm. I felt the warmth of his chest against mine as he held me close, his thrusts so slow and gentle, I felt every bit of passion escaping him as he moaned out in pleasure, his head lulling into the crook of my neck, placing slow kisses there. I gripped lightly onto his shoulder blades, feeling his sexy muscles tensing under my fingers, rippling as I touched his body, ghosting my hands up and down his toned body.

“Oh Brendon…” I moaned out, arching my back up into him, he pulled my hips up slightly to change the angle, only needing to increase the speed ever so slightly with the new angle to hit into my sweet spot with perfect timing. He knew he didn’t need to go super fast or hard to have me squirming and writhing in pleasure under him, all he needed was the right angle and a the slightest bit of speed and he knew I’d be a quivering mess under him within minutes and it was working, he was already cultivating that knot in my stomach, causing it to start to grow at a steady pace, he loved to make it slow, letting it build and build and build until the very last minute, then that moment of release felt like the best thing ever, my mind always turned to mush during sex. One thing was for sure, marriage had definitely not affected our sex life.

“Y/N, you feel so good.” He purred in my ear, moving his head from my neck to he could look in my eyes, his lips parted as he panted above me, hands caressing my skin all over, one snaking down to my already sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow, gentle circles, barely touching it really, but from his earlier assault on it I felt super sensitive, quivering at his touch. “I missed you so much… I missed your laugh, your smile in the morning…” His fingers worked some more against me. “I missed your body, how it feels when you’re shaking under me.” His words were so sexy and silky, turning me on even more, my back arched up as he picked up his speed just a little more, one hand moving to the headboard above us as the other held onto my hip, his moans growing louder, hair flopping everywhere as he began to more regularly hit into my spot.

“Jesus Brendon… I’m close.” I whimpered in pleasure, gripping onto my husband’s back, my body arching into him, responding to him just the way he wanted, he moaned in response to my words, speeding up again, this was always when his control slipped up, right before it all happened, before both our worlds came crashing down and we both got lost in the passion and the heat of the moment.

“Me too baby me too.” He almost whimpered, desperately thrusting into me, gripping me as he did, the bed beginning to rock, my legs swinging up to his hips and wrapping around them, his hands gripping my hips tightly to keep me where he wanted me. He gave one last, slightly faster burst of thursts, hitting my spot repeatedly this time, driving me over the edge, the coil in my stomach snapping as I lost control.

“Brendon!” I yelled, this was the second time I had had a mind blowing orgasm, my body shook under him as I came, gripping his back as I tight as I could manage, desperately trying to compose myself to no avail.

“Jesus Y/N!” He groaned, low as I felt him throb, pleasure overtaking him too, he cradled me in his arms, continuing to thrust slowly, coming down from that moment of white hot passion.

“I missed you.” I cooed through my shaky voice, cuddling him close as he rolled off of me, I snuggled onto his chest, looking up at him.

“I missed you too. More than you’ll ever know.” He whispered back, pulling me close, I cuddled him tightly, pulling the blankets over us, it felt so good to be back home with him. “I love you.” I whispered, already feeling sleepy.

“I love you Y/N.” He mumbled back, clearly sleepy himself, that was the last thing I remember before drifting into the first good sleep I’d had all week.


I really really hope you liked it and it was worth the wait! <3 <3 <3

8) “Don’t forget about me”

Y/n POV

I finally wiped my tears off my face, cleaned my face, reapplied a little make up and went back downstairs to finish up dinner and to lay it out on the table. I called out dinner was ready and they all came running in. “Thanks for dinner love.” G said “Yeah thanks baby girl.” Nate replied. “Love your cooking princess.” J walked up to me and kissed my temple. “We love you babe/baby” the Grier brothers said in unison. Their little nicknames to me flutters my heart, knowing they are like brothers to me, so the meanings are different. I looked up and saw a jealous Sammy knowing he used to call me that and was able to, but now he can’t. He used to hate it when they would call me those nicknames when we were dating. if we were still dating, and they called me those, he would’ve wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me closer to his side and say “MINE” with a look on his face to the boys. I sighed to myself wishing he would still do it, but remember that he would used to do that.

They all grabbed a plate and started piling it with food and walked into the living room with their foods. I followed behind them as they all took a seat. One seat left between Nate and Sammy. Of course. I rolled my eyes as i wiggled my way between them. “We have drinks y/n. is it okay if we drink and smoke?” Nate asked in between bites. I just laughed at him and nodded with approval. “You guys can stay the night too. No need to go home. You all have extra clothes here.” They all cheered of my invitation. “And breakfast?” G mischeiviously smiled at me and wiggles his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes at him and sighed out a yes. They roared in a bigger cheer. I just laughed and ate my food.

As the night progressed, them drinking or smoking and playing video games became real fun to them. I did not feel like doing any of that so i just cleaned the dishes and the kitchen and all. At 2am, the only person that was sleeping was Hayes. I had Nate carry him into one of my guest rooms so he could sleep in peace. I walked downstairs, “okay boys. stay up as long as you want, be as long as you want. there’s food and drinks in the fridge, like you don’t know that. snacks in the cabinets. like you didn’t know that either. you know where your extra clothes are. i’m going to head to bed. come into my room if you guys need anything.” “Good night. Thank you (their nickname to you). We love you” they all said back to me. I made my way to my room, changed then got into bed. I instantly fell asleep.

Sammy’s POV

After y/n decided to go to sleep, i started to think about that box of memories that she still had. I sighed, as i made my way into the guest room i’ll be sharing with Nate. I sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about y/n. I got up and quietly opened her door and slid inside her room. “y/n?” i whispered. no response. i tiptoed to her face and saw her breathing steady, face soft, and muscles relaxed, knowing that she is sleeping. I looked around her room to find the box and saw it on the floor at the edge of the bed. I quietly picked it up and sat at the end of the bed as i opened it and rummaged through it seeing all the pictures and letters i used to write her. There was a picture in there that made me smile the hardest, the day she let me move in. I huffed out a deep sigh as i looked around the room. I finally noticed that everything where my stuff was, is still empty. she never filled it in. she never expanded her things, she left it as if it’s waiting for me to put everything back. My side of the closet and show rack is empty, my side of the table where i would put my bracelets and watches and stuff is still empty. I turned to look at her sleeping and noticed that she only sleeps on one side of the bed. My side is still made, like it usually is till i would get in bed with her.

“Looks like she hasn’t moved on either.” I whispered to myself. I got up, put the box where i found it, and walked next to her face one more time. I kneeled down as i moved a strand of hair out of her face behind her ear, “ Don’t forget about me or our memories y/n. I love you.” I kissed her forehead as softly as possible, got up and left her room.

anonymous asked:

I have really bad acne and i use a foaming cleanser but i think it has some harmful ingredients so I want to use something else to clean my face in the morning and evening, what would you recommend?

oh my god of you have bad acne it is probably caused by SL or SLS in your foaming cleanser. Foaming cleansers are super stripping to the skin and can leave you irritated and exfoliated; which causes acne. Some cult favourites are Cosrx low Ph cleanser and the cerave hydrating cleanser. wash your face with just water in the morning since face wash is always stripping the skin off her moisture. In PM wash your skin with a cleanser. If youre looking to get something more gentle get an oil or balm cleanser, those are especially good for removing makeup.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any recommendations for face cleansers or products to help clear up skin?

Yes! Here are some of my recommendations:

  • Noxzema Pads - when I get a really bad break out, I use these at night once I’ve taken off my makeup. It burns a little bit, but it cleans absolutely everything off of your face
  • Neutrogena Ultra Gentle Daily Cleanser - I use this in the shower to wash my face. It is extremely gentle, so I totally recommend this if you have sensitive skin like myself
  • Clarisonic Mia 2 - I also HIGHLY recommend a Clarisonic. I use this 1-2 times a week for a complete and total clean. I wouldn’t use it every day though because I feel that is has made my skin dry with too much use

I hope this helps! If you have any other questions about skin/skincare I’d love to help! :)

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I know no one will pay attention to me but… yeah i need to say some stuff.

I’m always so “Blegh” when it comes to my own flaws. so. yeah. I tried to boost my self-confidence up.
But…
I really can’t stand myself sometimes.
When I facetime my friends, I always try to hide my face because of how much i hate it.
And yes, I do wash my face, I do use those really weird mud masks that clean up your face.
My face has cleared a bit since i started actually, You shouldve seen my face WAY before this.
And don’t get me started on Gender Dysphoria, It’s like living hell haha. My face is so “Girly”
My body is weird. My lips are large.
And I feel like my parents are still taking my whole Gender thing as a joke.
I will never be as attractive as most transmen that really pull it off are and I will never get to be as confident.
Sigh, I just really wish I was masculine, y'know?

Joe Sugg imagine || How Well? Part 2 ||

Anonymous said:

“How Well?” was amazinggggg, maybe you could do a short Part 2 where off camera Joe gets all excited and acts all cute and fluffy, and the viewers comment lovely things?

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Part I : Joe Sugg : How well?

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“Oh my god, babe this is so exciting.” Joe said after you stopped recording and got showered and changed into clean clothes. You were standing in his room, his hands were on your sides as you stood face to face, you were looking up at him, your hands on his shoulders and you were all smiles.

“How far along?” He looked over you, he could see the ‘glow’ people talked about now. “Almost fourteen weeks.” You grinned. “I wanted to wait to tell you until after the twelve week mark, plus – I wanted to surprise you.” You pointed out.

“There’s no words to describe how I feel right now, I’m so happy.” He had kissed you before letting you go, he knelt down and pushed your shirt up from your belly carefully.

“Hi baby.” He said softly. “I know there’s a while to go, but I can’t wait to meet you.” He touched your stomach and kissed it lightly. “Even if I just found out about you, I can’t stop thinking about all the things we’re going to do together. All the things I get to teach you.” He nodded.

You were looking down, watching him talk to your belly. You were getting emotional about it. “Hormones.” You whispered fanning your eyes.

Joe stood up again and pulled you into a tight embrace. “I love you so much,” he kissed the side of your head as you held each other.

You edited the video and you posted it to your channel before you got on your flight to LA. Arriving in LA, the first thing Joe did was check the comments of your video. “Oh my god, people are going mental.” He laughed.

Reading you different comments of people excited there was going to be a (Y/Shipname) baby, people gushing at how you surprised Joe and his reaction. People were already working on a hashtag for the baby and giving you name suggestions. To your surprise you didn’t have a single negative comment so far on the video. You had people who commented; “Oh damn, there goes my chances with Joe.” But it was harmless.

When you came around the arrivals terminal in LA with Joe, pulling your suitcases there was a cluster of people holding up Congratulations on a brightly coloured piece of project paper with balloons…

“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! No! You cannot put that on my face, do I look like I want that on my face?” Jae groaned softly and looked down before he sighed. “Why do you even want to put that on my face or even near my face?! Are you gross or something, if you like it that much then put it on your own face!” Jae stepped back each time, he didn’t want to turn assassin on the other but right now he wanted to cut their head clean off if they keep bringing that thing near his face. “I said stop it!”

in my experience, psychosis feels like

  • your symptoms being catch all phrases for scary things
  • washing your face in the emergency room bathroom, but nothing is clean enough to get off the feeling of what the nurses think of you
  • nonpsychotics telling you they get it, and knowing they don’t
  • the instant look of fear on a nurse’s face when you tell her your diagnosis/es, even though medical practitioners of all people shouldn’t be scared of you
  • wanting to cry whenever you hear someone say “most mentally ill people aren’t like them!” in the wake of a shooting
  • people staring at you in a public place, and not being able to figure out what you’re doing that lets them know you’re not one of them
  • hating the halloween season because of how many people are profiting off your pain

feel free to add yours. wanted to get this out of my system

But who was the first one to call them “the monsters”?

Was it Seth? Was it Seth after a practice where Aaron hadn’t been pulling his weight and Andrew sat in the goalie net with his racquet in his lap, completely ignoring the balls that went whizzing inches past his right ear (Kevin has always had excellent aim). Was it when Seth muttered something about “not even trying, the little freaks;” and Aaron heard him and turned to face him and snapped, “Shut your face, Gordon.” Was it when Seth barked back, “And who’s gonna make me; a fucking dwarf?” Was it when Aaron threw his racquet down and punched Seth in the jaw, and Seth punched back, and the two began brawling until suddenly there was a racquet pushing against Seth’s chest and a dry voice saying, “Don’t touch my things, Flash Gordon.”

Was it afterwards, when Alison was cleaning the blood off of Seth’s knuckles when he muttered, “Fucking monsters messed up my hand.”

And did Matt say, “Hey, man; that’s not cool.”

And did Alison drop that hand and say, “Didn’t that midget punch any sense in you?”

And did Dan say, “Don’t say things like that about your teammates.”

And did it slip in anyways later that week? Did Matt find himself watching Andrew laugh at something he heard on the radio and think, ‘God, he is a monster.’ And did they pick it all up over the course of the next couple of months, letting it spread from the twins to their cousin, who never stood up for himself, and to Kevin Day, who wore the stamp of his enemy proudly on his face?

And did Dan go up to Kevin one day and say, “We have to stop this; it’s tearing the team apart.”

And did Kevin shrug and say, “I don’t care what this team looks like off the court, so long as we come together on it.” And did he say, “Besides, Andrew likes it.”

And did Kevin stare at his broken hand and wonder if he was a monster, trying to create a new thing out of something broken and damaged by someone else’s hand?

And did Nicky hide his flinch every time he heard it because monster, well, how is that any better than disappointment, and a sin, faggot, fairy, etc, etc, etc. Maybe he was a monster; maybe that was why his parents couldn’t love him.

And did Aaron claim that title, say, ‘Yeah, I am a monster; my twin is a murderer and I am a coward; and we are all sinking into the same tar pit without a fight.” And did he use it as a shield, because he may have been a monster, but at least he wasn’t Andrew.

And did they call Andrew monster, but he heard maker of your own path. Did he hear protector. Did he hear warrior. Or did he hear broken, damaged, loose canon, implosion-immediate.

Tyrion style

I was DM and our druid had just restrained a drow assassin who was trying to kill the protectorate of a city. When all of a sudden our gnome barbarian nickle tries to intimidate drow the unexpected happens. This the dialogue that followed.

Me: so Leegon you have restrained the drow with ropes and various vines she is open to question

Druid(Leegon): Were you working alone (as he was chocking the drow with vines)

Drow: Fuck off nature boy!

Nickle: I would like to bring down my shield onto her face.

Me: roll intimidation
*Critical fails*

Me: as you go to hit her in the face you remember the bottom of your shield is sharp just as you cut her head clean off with it

The party starts yelling at nickle for about 5 minutes

“Beyonce” Album Sentence Starters
  • “What’s in your head doesn’t matter.”
  • “This time I’m gonna take the crown.”
  • “Pretty hurts.”
  • “Are you happy with yourself?”
  • “My mind can’t help but wander.”
  • “All the shit I do is boring.”
  • “Probably won’t make no money off this, oh well.”
  • “I’ve been drinking.”
  • “Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?”
  • “I want you.”
  • “How the hell did this shit happen?”
  • “No complaints from my body.”
  • “I love your face.”
  • “I wonder how it feels sometimes.”
  • “Must be good to you.”
  • “Don’t worry, it’s nothing major.”
  • “Make sure you clean that.”
  • “I know everything you want.”
  • “Tell me I’m a problem.”
  • “Underneath the pretty face is something complicated.”
  • “I come with a side of trouble.”
  • “I know that’s why you’re staying.”
  • “You’re no angel either, baby.”
  • “No I’m not an angel either, but at least I’m trying.”
  • “I know I drive you crazy.”
  • “Stop acting so scared, just do what I tell.”
  • “I just wanna be the girl/boy you like.”
  • “Take all of me.”
  • “So where the hell you at?”
  • “I know when you’re not honest.”
  • “I gotta make a confession.”
  • “I know I’m right.”
  • “I just wanna say you’re mine.”
  • “Let’s get carried away.”
  • “Baby, kiss me.”
  • “Your face is all that I see.”
  • “I’ll give you everything.”
  • “Don’t get it twisted.”
  • “I’m so crown.”
  • “Bow down, bitches.”
  • “I woke up like this.”
  • “I look so good tonight.”
  • “That feels different.”
  • “They couldn’t slow us down.”
  • “I can’t be scared.”
  • “I fought for you.”
  • “So tell me your secrets.”
  • “I just can’t stand to see you leaving.”

My routine for a “flawless” (but not actually) face:

  1. Start off with a clean, moisturized face.
  2. Using a foundation brush (the purple one), apply Laura Mericer’s Silk Creme foundation, then blend out with a Beauty Blender or makeup sponge.
  3. Dab Maybelline’s FitMe concealer to any dark circles, redness, or blemishes and blend out with a sponge.
  4. Next, powder your face using a large, fluffly brush (unfortunately I forgot it in this picture) and Rimmel’s Stay Matte powder.
  5. Set your under eye concealer with BareMineral’s “Well Rested” concealer powder using a flat top brush (like the black Sonia Kashuk brush pictured above).