skin branding

spock’s freckles appear when he’s seven years old and out in the vulcan sun too much and his mother catches him trying to scrub off the faint green dots one night, because he hates them he hates them can’t she see how human they make him look; when he’s twelve he learns, to his horror, that they now shimmer when his face flushes, the boys who spit it at him holding him pressed up against a wall but he just turns away because he’s already learned to not fight back; no one dares to say anything to him about them at the academy, but he can feel their eyes glancing over the light spots on his skin like a brand, just one more thing to alienate him from both of the cultures he tries to claim as his own; but it’s later, much later, when he’s first officer, when he’s laying in jim kirk’s arms and being told “you have a galaxy spread over your cheeks, so beautiful, you’re so beautiful” and soft lips are on his bare shoulder, that he finally thinks that maybe, just maybe, its okay to be different for once

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I’m beyond rational thought. Beyond words, beyond comprehensible ideas. Seconds are merging into minutes and hearts are collapsing and hands are grasping and I’ve tripped over a planet and I don’t know anything anymore, I don’t know anything because nothing will ever be able to compare to this. Nothing will ever capture the way I’m feeling right now. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing but this moment and his mouth on my body, his hands on my skin, his kisses in brand-new places making me absolutely, certifiably insane. I cry out and cling to him, dying and somehow being brought back to life in the same moment, the same breath.

What is the color nude?

This company makes nude bras that can perfectly match your skin tone!

A lingerie brand TruNude can match its bras perfectly to your specific skin tone using its own patented color-matching technology. 

Here’s how it works: Using the TruNude app, customers take a selfie which generates a personal color code. They then enter the code, along with their measurements, in the app. The customer can alternatively choose from a set of swatches that, according to the brand’s site, “contains the most popular color matches from our prototyping process and contains a range of over and under tones.”

Founder Danai Pointer started TruNude, because she was looking for products that match her skin tone. The idea arose after “a discouraging bridesmaid experience.


The problem is real and it is too rude to be true today. But unfortunately it is! Almost every woman of color hates underwear shopping and feels neglected by the way things are. Because mass production does not consider minorities!

Companies have gotten away with the beige ‘nude’ standard. Economically it’s easier to produce one color.

But society is changing, we’re diversifying, and our range of skin tones should be reflected in staple, everyday attire.

Our skin color matter!

#SkinColor
#Underwear

Our favourite fics of 2016

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante
 American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

never gonna dance again by togetherwecouldbealright
Harry is quiet for a moment and his fingers feel like they’re burning past the fabric of Louis’ jumper, branding his skin. “Can I kiss you?“This is where Louis should walk away and leave Harry to pirouette and cambré by himself in the faint moonlight shining through the windows. He is a spy and Harry is a dancer. There are lines that should not be crossed.Louis surges forward.Louis is a spy and Harry is a dancer. The only real thing they know is each other.

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I watched you taste every word
carefully on your tongue
before spitting them out
breathing fire onto my skin
and branding me as yours
ashes fell on my shoulders
as I came face-to-face with your flames


my body was on fire
yet I dare say
your words are what hurt the most

Some things I picked up at Sephora today!
Too Faced Love Blush in Baby Love and their bronzer in Pink Leopard.
Also got Sephora brand Rose oil blotting sheets and some make up sponges! Could these be dupes for the beauty blender? They were only 8 dollars and so adorable!

never gonna dance again

by togetherwecouldbealright

|| harry/louis || 55k || [ao3] ||

Harry is quiet for a moment and his fingers feel like they’re burning past the fabric of Louis’ jumper, branding his skin. “Can I kiss you?“

This is where Louis should walk away and leave Harry to pirouette and cambré by himself in the faint moonlight shining through the windows. He is a spy and Harry is a dancer. There are lines that should not be crossed.

Louis surges forward.

Louis is a spy and Harry is a dancer. The only real thing they know is each other.

never gonna dance again by togetherwecouldbealright

Length: 55k 

Harry is quiet for a moment and his fingers feel like they’re burning past the fabric of Louis’ jumper, branding his skin. “Can I kiss you?“

This is where Louis should walk away and leave Harry to pirouette and cambré by himself in the faint moonlight shining through the windows. He is a spy and Harry is a dancer. There are lines that should not be crossed.

Louis surges forward.

Louis is a spy and Harry is a dancer. The only real thing they know is each other.

Ao3, Oneshot, Must Read

Writing prompt: Tying his tie.

His nerves are a mess.  He can take criminals down, face down evil without blinking, but his first mayoral press conference and his stomach is in upheaval.

Maybe that’s why he has knotted, undone, and re-knotted this tie four times.  He huffs loudly, thinking if he had his bow in his hand right now, he’d let some arrows fly in pure frustration.

And then he feels her light touch on his arm, branding his skin even through a shirt and jacket.  He turns to face her, shaking his head, embarrassed for her to see him so undone.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,”  He ventures, gulping hard, “I’ve made speeches, campaigned, it’s just a press conference.”

She pulls the tie from his hands, the silk sliding through his fingers slowly, and he ducks his head down slightly so she can place it around his neck.  Just looking down at her calms him.  Her gleaming blonde hair is pulled back in the trademark ponytail, her glasses glint at him, unable to contain the deep blue of her eyes and her lips…he clears his throat, best not to think of that red pout so damn close to him right now.

“You’re going to be fine” She says, chewing on her bottom lip in concentration, her eyes are focused on his neck, her fingers deftly manipulating the fabric, as she ties his tie for him.

“I hope so.  I haven’t wanted something so badly in a long time.”  It’s true, now that he has the job it surprises him how much it means to him, but also he can’t help thinking about her when he says it.  It’s true about her too.

Her eyes flick upward, her mouth parting slightly as their eyes meet, almost as if she knows.  And for one breathless moment, the world slows down, as if you could feel the earth spinning under your feet, hear the air vibrating around you.  He would happily live the rest of his life right here right now.  He leans forward just a little, his eyes drawn down to her mouth, wanting her with every molecule.  And she starts to lean, but then he sees it.  The moment her eyes cloud over, the moment the spell is broken.

She smiles at him with sad eyes, brushing her fingers down the neatly knotted tie, softly murmuring, “There, now you’re ready to face the cameras.”

He gulps down his disappointment, his sadness at what he’s lost, the nervousness returning full force.  “Thanks.  Wish me luck.”

“You’re going to be a great mayor, Oliver.”  She says, with such conviction, that Oliver believes her.  He feels his shoulders relax, her certainty a mantle settling over him.  She still believes in him and for now it’s enough.

anonymous asked:

Any highlighters you recommend for really dark skin? Brand? Dupe? Application Tips?

Here’s a couple highlighter’s I’ve been using recently:

Sleek Contour Kit (Dark) ~$8

The Balm Betty Loumanizer ~$20

ColourPop Highlighter in Churro - $8

The Sleek highlighter has the most “pop” to it especially when I wet my fan brush. My fan brush is like $3 from Elf btw. It doesn’t have to be very fancy. Sometimes I’ll just use my finger too if I’m being extra.

I tend to spray my face with setting spray first and then go in with the highlighter. Then I layer on the highlighter with my damp fan brush. 

Let me know if you have more questions! :)