Selena Gomez wore Marc Jacobs Beauty to the 2017 Met Gala created by Marc Beauty Global Artistry Ambassador Hung Vanngo.
“I was originally going to do something very soft on Selena Gomez —the twist was the bright pink eyeliner I came across while sorting through colors. I thought it would be a fun punch of color.⠀ ⠀ After applying Coconut Primer, I buffed Genius Gel into the skin. I added luminosity to the skin by blending Dew Drops Coconut Gel Highlighter on top of the cheekbones, the bridge of the nose, and on the Cupid’s bow. I followed with a little Remedy Concealer Pen under the eyes, and Re(Marc)able Concealer wherever a bit of extra coverage was wanted. To set, I used Perfection Powder through the t-zone. I then dusted the high points of the face with O!Mega Bronzer and added a swirl of Air Blush to the apples of the cheeks.⠀ ⠀ For the bright pop of color on Selena’s eyes, I drew Matte Highliner in Popular along the top lashline, into the crease, and onto the outer third of the eyelid, extending outward. I blended this into the shape I wanted with a brush. I then applied the soft pink shades from Style Eye-Con No. 7 Palette in The Lover as a wash across the entire eye, and along the bottom lashes. The lashes were thickened and defined with a coat of Velvet Noir Mascara on top, and just slightly on the bottom with Feather Noir Ultra-skinny Mascara.⠀ ⠀ For lips, I wanted to keep the same tonal color story. I used one of my favorite colors from New Nudes, In The Mood . Before applying this, I softly outlined lips with (P)outliner in Nudeist.⠀ ⠀ For a glow on the body, I went back and added Marc Glow Stick in "Spotlight” on the collarbones, shoulders, arms and the legs.⠀ ⠀ A quick spritz of Coconut Setting Mist on the way out the door, and she’s good to go!“
-Hung Vanngo, Marc Jacobs Beauty Global Artistry Ambassador.⠀
This is slightly AU in that Jughead and Betty don’t talk in high school. They aren’t dating and never have. They don’t talk to one another. All incidents with Betty’s family (Polly being pregnant, etc) and Jughead’s Dad (being in jail) have happened. Inspired by Self Conclusion by The Spill Canvas, Liability by Lorde and Intertwined by Dodie.
Warnings for dark thoughts, depression, talk of suicide.
In between the towns of Riverdale and Greendale, just beyond Sweetwater River, is a bank of cliffs. The further you climb, the higher they get. There’s even a fence to deter people from going to the top.
Betty had been coming here for months. She climbed under the fence, the setting sun and heavy mist sending a shiver down her spine. She slowly dropped down to the ground, scooting her legs over the edge. The dirt and gravel stuck to her clammy palms, but she barely noticed. She was here almost every day, the same thoughts racing through her mind - j u m p.
Betty sighed to herself and reached behind her back, feeling for a rock. She felt a flat, smooth stone in her palm. She felt the weight, tossing it in her palm before winding up and throwing it with all her might over the precipice.
She heard footsteps against gravel in the distance, getting louder and louder with each passing moment. Her heart hammered in her chest as she scooted away from the edge of the cliff.
She was dusting the dirt from her jeans as she came face-to-face with Jughead Jones. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. He held her gaze for a moment before widening his eyes, trying to make her uncomfortable.
“What are you doing here?” He blurted.
“Just looking at the view,” Betty shrugged.
“What view? It’s foggy as fuck.” As if to make Jughead’s point, fat drops of rain started to fall, making the stone darker where it landed. “I have definitive plans here and just because you’re here doesn’t mean I’m going to change them.”
It took Betty a moment before she realized what he meant - he was here for the same reason as she, except he seemed set on following through with his plan.
He was dressed simply, jeans and a t-shirt with an S emblazoned on it, a jean jacket and a pair of converse. She realized, looking at him, that his usual beanie and suspenders were missing. Whenever she saw him in the halls, he was never without them.
“You’re in my way, blondie.”
“I’m not moving. Y-you can’t jump.” Betty steeled herself as best she could against the chilly, damp air. She needed to stand her ground just in case he did anything.
Jughead scoffed and rolled his eyes. She could see him eyeing the cliff behind her, the rocks, the mist and fog surrounding them.
“What do you care? You don’t even know me.” He said, looking her dead in the eye. It was a challenge.
“I know, but I’d like to change that. Give me a chance to change that?” Betty cocked an eyebrow.
Jughead shook his head. “Just like that, huh? Are you trying to take on a project? You’ll walk down the cliffs until we’re on solid ground and turn tail and run just like everyone else. Just let me get this over with.”
“No, it’s not like that. I used to see you with Archie. I… I heard about your dad. I’d truly like to get to know you, Jughead.”
Jughead stood with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I mean, won’t you miss…” She trailed off. How was she supposed to list reasons why he should stay alive when moments before he arrived, she was contemplating the same thing he was about to do? “Won’t you miss milkshakes and french fries and sunrises? That feeling you get when you watch a new movie for the first time and you just feel how great it is deep in your soul? When you wake up from an amazing night’s sleep? Biting into a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie?”
“Wow,” Jughead laughed. It was a humorless, empty sound. “You make it sound so easy to be alive, Betty, but let me save you the trouble - I’m already dead inside. None of those things are worth staying for.”
Betty bit her lip. She couldn’t let this happen. “Trust me, I know how badly you want to do this. But… but what if instead of jumping, you stay with me. Stay here with me, we won’t go our separate ways once we walk down to solid ground.”
“What do you mean?” Jughead’s eyebrows knit in conclusion.
“My family’s gone for the weekend. Come and stay with me and I’ll prove to you why it’s not worth doing this.” What the hell was she saying? How was she going to prove it to him?
“You make it sound so easy. It’s not like I’ll spend a few hours with you and I’ll be cured.” Jughead shoved his hands deeper into his jean pockets. The rain was picking up, making him wish more than anything he hadn’t left his hat at home.
“I know you won’t be cured. But, if we can get you to re-think this, there’s hope. We can get help. Get-get you help.” Betty dug at the gravel with the toe of her shoe. She only looked down for a second - her eyes snapped back to Jughead as soon as he made the slightest of movements. “Plus, it’ll be for more than a few hours. Give me a few days.”
Jughead sighed. “Look, this really isn’t -”
“Give me seventy-two hours, Jughead.”
He snorted. “Twenty-four.”
“Look, I could stand here and try and convince you, or you could come home with me and we could get warm. Give me forty-eight hours, Jughead.”
“Okay, fine, I’ll play along. I’ll give you forty-eight hours to try and convince me, but Christ, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’ll come back and fucking fling myself off this cliff, and -”
Betty steeled herself against the rain, pounding down against them now. She was facing Jughead, her back toward the edge of the cliff. Fog hung thickly around them.
“Why are you doing this, anyway? Why do you care? You could pretend you were never up here.”
“Because I know what you’re going through.” Betty crossed her arms tightly against her chest. “Minutes before you got here, I was going to jump, too.”
Jughead’s hardened exterior softened, his tight-knit eyebrows and permanent frown changing into something almost sympathetic. He didn’t say a word.
She extended her hand toward him, rain rolling down her cheek. “What do you say, Jughead? My house?”
He nodded ever so slightly, taking her hand and leading her away from the cliff’s edge.
Hey loves, this masterpost was partially requested and I’m so excited. I recommend to do your research before buying the dupe, some of the dupes are better than others. Some brands are repeated. Here is a dupe masterpost for MAC lipsticks. Here is a dupe masterpost for liquid lipsticks. Here is a spreadsheet of Coastal Scents eyeshadows to MAC eyeshadow dupes. Most of these dupes I found online so I do not take credit for any of those but some I researched myself. This is under read more because this list is very long. :) If you have any more dupes or questions, feel free to send them in.
Why is ReLuur’s sketch of the Southerners that of a Malwish person wearing a mask and not that of a Hunter? It seems unlikely that he would know what they would look like, unless he did a ton more investigating into the Set’s antics than we are led to believe by VenDell. The Set does seem highly annoyed by his actions. In the scene where Suit is speaking with Kelesina, she calls him “that damn shapeshifter” (196) and they seem to be implying that he was far more of a pest to the Set than a single archaeologist looking into the Bands would usually be…
this cleansing spray is great for either cleansing your altar or sacred space, especially when you are not able to burn sage or incense.
What you’ll need:
A 4-ounce bottle with a fine-mist setting. i personally use glass bottles, because essential oils can eat through plastic.
Optional 1-ounce alcohol; Vodka works fine. (dont use isopropyl or rubbing alcohol) the alcohol gives the spray a longer shelf life.
2 ½ ounces of distilled water.
Essential oils, preferably organic see recipes below
keep in mind that If you don’t have one of the oils called for you could substitute it with something different, or leave it out all together. Feel free to play around and get creative. if you find a mixture isn’t strong enough you can always add more oil.
Warnings: Grumpy Dean, sleepy Dean, fluff?
Pairing: Dean x reader
Summary: Reader puts makeup on Dean while he sleeps
For as long as you could remember you’ve always loved makeup. Even though you were in the hunter life you stilled allowed yourself this one simple pleasure.
Your boyfriend Dean always made sure to remind you how beautiful you are but also supported you.
So when you came home to the bunker with a whole new makeup haul your immediate instinct was to test it out. Yet, when you saw your boyfriend peacefully sleeping in his room you couldn’t resist.
Carefully you crept up to the sleeping man holding your makeup bag in tow along with your new products. Moving almost at a snail’s pace you applied the concealer and a precise purple cut crease with glitter.
You stopped breathing and moving when he shifted in his sleep as you attempted to apply the cat eye. He grumbled slightly before settling back to sleep.
Hurriedly you finish his eye makeup and applied foundation to match his skin tone. You did everything else he needed, contour, blush, eyebrows, lipstick, before getting to your favorite part of makeup: highlighter.
Taking out your phone you switch to Snapchat and flicked on your flash. Slowly but surely you applied your newly acquired highlight, brushing gently but effectively.
As you did this you took a video and captioned it ‘Peep my baby’s highlight😂😘😍’ before sending it to Sam.
It was as you went to spray the setting mist that Dean woke. He groaned in discontent,“Why can’t I open my eyes?”
“I love you.” you blurted out, stopping him from wiping his eyes and ruining your masterpiece.
He looked at you through suspicious green eyes before taking notice of his surroundings. Dean’s eyes slowly took in the scattered makeup brushes and products, realization taking over his face.
He scrambled up and to the small sink looking in the mirror. He glared at you in the mirror as you smiled nervously,“You look good, love.”
“Y/N.” he deadpanned,“I’m gonna throw away your makeup I swear.”
You giggled knowing it was an empty threat, you stepped forward and wrapped yourself around him. He turned and embraced you pressing his lips to your forehead.
Dean pulled away, smirking,“Now look who’s getting lipstick all over someone.”
You laughed,“Well, let me ruin your lipstick this time.”
He chuckled his lips touching yours lightly before pulling away. You jutted out your bottom lip in a mocking pout. Dean chuckled pecking you once more before stepping away.
“Im gonna wash this off even though I’ll still break out like hell.” Dean announced, leaving.
“You’ll still be the most handsome man in the world!” you called.
You heard him laugh as you smiled to yourself, picking up your makeup items. A small ping interrupted your cleaning as you picked up your phone to check the Snapchat notification.
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obiyuki; you're the hot neighbor who jogs by my house right when I'm watering plants AU
bit back a curse as she shuffled through the dry grass to her finicky
plants. Her nose scrunched up and she reached out to stroke the
leaves, wondering if it was the heat, or the lack of water, or poor
soil… or maybe it was just a combination over everything.