the eyeliner on the second one if terrible please ignore that


Originally posted by tt-aeils

bear with me please this is my first bullet point fic and my first fanfic since like 7th grade?? mlp was a dark stage

-okay so you aren’t tumblr famous really but you do have a few hundred followers on tumblr and you put time and effort in your theme and stuff, like ur blog is classy but trashy,,

-you pretty much use Tumblr daily and you are a bts blogger and post gifs that you make for bts and a few headcanons

-so one day in math class you get like 30 notifications that someone liked and reblogged your gifs

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Seven Stages


What a stupid question, Richie thinks. How are you? How do you think? On average Richie gets three hours of sleep a night. He can’t sleep unless my best friend is in his bed with him to begin with. He leave this hell hole to go to his own personal hell hole, where his living parent emulates death at the hand of whiskey. In the nights where Eddie doesn’t sleep with him, he sits in silence. But it’s not silent, because in his ears ring the gun shot he heard a month ago from the study. Over and over, he hears it, and sometimes he even feels it. A gaping hole forms in his chest, and he’s not even sure what caused it. Like everyone, including himself, always said: His father was shit. Garbage with a sharp backhand. Why was there a hole in his chest?

TW; Abuse, Suicide, Alcoholism, Grief/Loss, Minor Homophobia

Pairing; Reddie

Word Count; 8710 (Oh geez)

Read it in parts on AO3

A/N; A fic about Richie losing his father, and learning to grieve and cope with the support of Eddie.

Shock & Denial

Today is a day like any other. There is nothing wrong with today. Not even the fact that it’s raining. He woke up this morning, he got dressed, and kept with his usual morning routine: Grab a poptart, put on his mismatched socks, tie his shoes and leave. No, there is nothing wrong with today.

That’s what Richie tells himself as he strides into Derry high school. He did as he usually would, not a change in his routine. It wasn’t uncommon for him to not see any of his friends until lunch, he didn’t have classes with any of them, considering he was the only one in AP classes.

The first hiccup in his day: Focusing proves rather difficult as he sits in pre-calc. Everything his teacher says goes in one ear and out the other. His focus keeps falling away from the lesson, and his gaze falls to look out the window. He zones out there, losing track of time until the bell signaling the end of the period goes off.

It’s time for lunch, which is when the second hiccup occurs. Richie’s friends all know today is not like any other day. All of them know things are bad right now, and none of them can figure out why Richie sits down for lunch and acts as though nothing is wrong.

Things are very wrong.

But no one says anything, because Richie won’t say anything. They’re all hyper aware of the fact that less than two days ago, Richie’s father had taken his own life in his study. No one will mention it. How do you mention it? They all share looks between one another while Richie nonchalantly eats his lunch.

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Writing A Musical - Step Four

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

TW: Alcohol consumption

Tag List: @starrynerd, @thehamiltonpost, @panacebean, @whiskey-eyed-stilinski, @keikoraventeller, @ihamilhatemyself, @lovebug1313, @superwholockbooknerd526, @moldychxrry , @deltablue202, @sonicscrewdriverandtulips, @shastakitkat, @defenestrate-yourself-please, @torrentmgc, @decayingtrash, @lrdisawesome, @21hamsteet

A/N: Guess who thought they posted this and it’s really been sitting in my draft for four days…. oops! Working on a few different things to make that up to you guys!

Originally posted by phantomsandrevolutions

Step Four: Don’t Forget the Music

“Yes, Dad, I understand. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As soon as you hung up, Lin was back at the piano, trying to get a melody out before he forgot it. “Rum or Scotch?” He asked.

“Vodka. I need the burn.”

“Well, that’s a bit sadistic, don’tcha think?” He chuckled before directing you to the bottle.

“You haven’t met my father.”

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Falling for You | Jungkook (3)

genre: fluff & light angst

summary: You were hopelessly in love with your best friend. Jungkook just wanted to help out. Never would he have thought he would fall for you along the way.

pairing: jungkook x reader ft. Taehyung

word count: 3,748

A/N: I apologize for the long wait, but school has been consuming a lot of my time this semester. In order to make up for lack of update, I finally finished my short, Yoongi series & uploaded a Jin one-shot. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this part. I can’t wait to delve deeper into the plot of this story :)

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Ten missed calls, two long voicemails, twenty text messages, over four-hundred seconds worth of snaps – which consisted of Taehyung ranting about you not answering your phone along with unflattering, caught off pictures of his roommates (especially a sleeping Yoongi)—is what you woke up to. Muttering a curse under your breath, you went to your phone’s messages to text Taehyung that you were okay and to apologize for not checking your phone as you usually do.

Taehyung always sent you a ‘good morning’ text and you’d always reply within the hour. Three hours have passed, so it was no surprise he was freaking out. Taehyung could be really dramatic at times. Just as you finished typing your text, you heard your roommate, Mya, call your name.

Cocooning yourself in your favorite warm Captain America blanket, you stepped out of your room and made your way over to the small living room area. You didn’t care if anyone from your dorm building saw you. They were used to seeing mindless students—or zombies, as you’d like to put it—wrapped up in blankets, walking around the living area.

An unsmiling Taehyung came into view and you stopped at the sight. He stood there, a few feet away, with his arms crossed as he leaned against a wall. Although he greeted you with a stern look on his face, he wasn’t very convincing, considering his lip was twitching as if he were holding back a smile. It took a lot to actually upset Taehyung and even if he was upset with you, it didn’t last long.

“Why do you have a phone, if you’re just going to ignore me?”

Mya, seeing that her job in calling you out was done, waved at both of you before retreating back into the room you two shared.

“I just texted you back.”

His eyes narrowed and he pulled his phone out to confirm. “Took you long enough. Do you know how worried I was?”

“I didn’t mean to worry you. I spent the night at Jisoo’s since I had too much to drink.” You told him.

His eyes scanned you from head to toe, noticing you were wearing the same outfit from last night. Your hair was a mess and your make-up was smudged, especially your eyeliner as if you had forgotten you were wearing it and rubbed at your eyes. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes when you wrapped your blanket around you tighter, trying to hide the evidence.

“Just please tell me you didn’t do something stupid last night.”

It was then that your lips perked up into a smile. “Define stupid.”

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#102 - “Can we stay inside?”


Word Count: 1271

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


A dressed to the nines, fringe up, eyeliner on point, ripped jeans and a black a tad snug shirt showing off the curves of his dancers muscles as he moved Hoseok asked. He was unsure of what he heard from his roommate. Fixing a few stray hairs of his fringe in the bathroom mirror for another few seconds. He had already done this three times prior.

“Can we stay inside?”

The voice that called to Hoseok was meek and that was very strange. Hoseok couldn’t remember a time that the younger male had ever sounded meek. He was almost always bouncing off the walls, loud and noisy. There were times when he was brooding and quiet but that still wasn’t meek. Turning his head towards the open door of the bathroom, he saw a mop of wonderfully fading orange hair, leaning on the door frame.

“Jimin-ah, we’ve had these plans all week.”

The gaze they were sharing was dropped as the younger kept trying to dig his toes into the carpet as if it was sand and he could get underneath it, eyes glued to his own movements.

“I know hyung… but…” he took a deep breath before continuing in a rush,


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I wrote a thing!

A/N: So, I wrote a thing. I think I’m gonna call Mind and Body, although I’m not entirely sure. Anyway, this would be part part one of God knows how many.

“What are you afraid of?” I stare at the ground, unable to look up. They’ll wait for me to answer. Maybe.Hopefully.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, you’re required to. That’s one of the questions we can’t skip.” There’s a hand placed on mine. It’s cold but soft. “Take your time.”

“How long can I wait this time?” The childish question slips out before I realize it, and I curse myself.  

“As long as you need to.”  

I look up, taking in my surroundings. It’s all gray this time. The walls, the table, the surprisingly soft chair I’m in. There are no windows. There’s only one door, and that one’s locked. It always is.  

“You ask me this every week.”

“I know.”  

“Please stop.”

“You know I can’t” The hand on mine tightens briefly.  


“Ready to answer?”

“No. You have to answer my questions first.” I finally look at the woman in front of me. I don’t like her very much. Carol was nicer. This one has a thin face, with a small mouth and wide eyes. There’re smudges of mascara and eyeliner on her left eyelid. Her oversized glasses sit low on her nose, and her blonde hair is piled on her head in a bun.  

“That seems… fair.” She says cautiously, taking her hand off of mine. She’s scared. Good. She’ll be easier to get answers out of.  

“What’s your name?” I ask, my voice low.  


“Nice to meet you, Joy. I’m Arael.”

“It’s nice to meet you too?” She says. Well, more like asks.

“So, what’s different this time?” I ask, my voice casual.  

“What do you mean?”

“They never give me this much time to answer that question.”

“I-I… uh,”

“And you’re awfully nice. The last person they sent in here really had a field day. Lot of pent up rage in that one.”

Joy is silent, and I pause for a second, then keep going.

“The last one this nice was Carol, but they made her stop coming. It was a shame, too. I liked her.” I stand up and start pacing. Joy looks pale and afraid on the other side of the table.  

“So here’s my hypothesis. That’s what they like to say outside this room, right? ‘I have a hypothesis about the specimen.’ Well, here’s mine,” I pause again. “They’re running out of time. They need something from me desperately. Maybe they think that what I’m scared of is true to all of my kind. Like you humans and your fear of falling, or of death.

"That’s not true. Comparatively, I’m weak.” I smile ruefully. “You want to know what I’m afraid of? Alright. I’m scared of dying. I’m scared of fireworks and thunder. I’m scared of the pit outside of this… facility. I’m scared of the mustache on the Colonel- it looks like a rat died.” I laugh bitterly. “I’m scared of my mother, of my old arithmetic teacher, and of my brother’s dog. And you know what? I’m scared of myself. Of all the harm I can cause you. And that one day, I’ll snap, and me, you, and everyone in this entire godforsaken town will be incinerated.”

Joy looks shocked. Scared. Helpless. Guilt courses through me.


I- they deserve it.  

“You know what, Joy? I had a life before this. I had a family, and friends, and even a freaking kitten. I was going to be valedictorian. And then they took me. I thought calculus was torture.”  I laugh again, slightly crazed. “For 13 hours a day, seven days a week. You know what they did to me? They- They- t- you know, what, I’ll spare you the gory details. Imagine going to bed, every night, hating yourself, unable to move your head, with at least three fractured ribs. For over a year. I have scars. Everywhere.”

I lift the hem of my shirt, showing her the scars on my stomach- some red, some purple, some only halfway healed.  

“I-I’m sorry?” Joy offers, her voice cracking. I ignore her, letting the fabric drop from my hand.

“And then one day, it stops. And they don’t come that day. Or the next. Or the next. And I thought they were getting me out, you know? I wanted to leave. But they brought in Darryl. He was the first. He was odd. Got on my nerves. I refused to talk to him. So they got Barbra. And then Kimmy. And then Carol. Then Jonah. Then Grace. Then the man before you- he never talked, only hit. And here you are, Joy.

"So what’s different? Why are they being so nice? They’re n- They’re never letting me out of here. Never! So why do they give me hope? Is it literally just to see me suffer? Because Congrats! You’ve done it! I get it already, I get that I’m terrible just let me out!” I’m screaming. I’m crying. I’m falling. And I won’t get up.  

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering how it took you to learn all of Seventeen names. Because personally I'm trying to get into them and finding it very difficult except for Vernon, Woozi and Jeonghan

*I am so sorry it took me this long to answer OTL* 

Helllllo and welcome to the carat life! Luckily (or rather unluckily) I got it into Seventeen when I went on winter break so I had a whole month to get to know them with zero distractions. (Also my friend kinda got me into them but that’s a completely different story). So for me, the best way to get to know people is usually through watching shows and luckily, seventeen has seventeen project! if you haven’t watched it yet, go here for all the episodes with subs! I would also recommend watching weekly idol if you don’t have the time to watch the entirety of seventeen project.

Ok so I’m just gonna give a small run down of each of the members and how i recognized them.

S Coups aka Seungcheol is pretty easily recognizable because of his droopy puppy dog eyes  ©

But don’t be mistaken because he is also the thickest out of all them and holy fuck he is hot af, especially when he is sweaty :))))))   ©

(don’t worry that’s not all sweat :)))))) its mostly water)

Moving on to seventeen’s self proclaimed angel Jeonghan. If you don’t know, Jeonghan was born on 10.04.95 and in Korean, 1004 (cheonsa) means angel. Since you can already recognize him I’ll just leave this here and move on :D 

Next up we have Joshua aka Hong Jisoo aka dangerous church oppa. This kid is very easily recognizable because of dat aegyosal (the gigantic bags under his eyes) and kitten lips. He also has a very soft looking nose :3  ©

Isn’t he just the cutest???? and his side profile is fucking amazing like holy shit look at this perfection  ©

Also reasons why he is dangerous (at least one of my number reasons) is when he wears earrings. OMFG he used to wear earrings all the time predebut and those just get me but he has worn earrings (I’m not counting his cartilage which he wears all the time btw) twice so far since predebut and that was during DK’s graduation and their Andromeda/V app broadcast. I will now proceed to spam you with Joshua wearing earrings and killing us all because of it.

Lol so if you are still alive after seeing all that, next up is Jun, who is one of the two Chinese members. A lot of times, people say that Jun looks similar to Super Junior’s Heechul which I can kinda see but you can judge for yourself.

But besides that, I’d say Jun has sharper features. (tbh he kinda reminds me of a mouse…idk why) He is very handsome © :))))))) 

So when I first watched weekly idol the first (and only person) that really stuck to me was Hoshi because of his “what time is it?” “10:10!” introduction LOL

look at how cute he is!!! this was the moment that dragged me into seventeen OTL. but yeah Hoshi is really easy because of his eyes. if you see someone with 10:10 eyes, that’s Hoshi (btw if you didn’t know, 10:10 because his eyes are like the angle of 10:10 on an analog clock) but do not be fooled, when this kid performs, holy shit he is hot as hell

Next up we have Wonwoo who is a gorgeous being and was the second person who caught my eye within Seventeen. He kinda looks like a fox and his eyes are kinda small but at the same time not and he is just walking perfection.  ©

The worst part is, you think he looks cute here, but the minute he puts on eyeliner, say good bye to everything you hold dear because holy jesus christ he looks hella fine with smokey eyeliner.  ©

This was the day where Jeon Wonwoo made everyone and their grandmas swerve lanes

Hopefully you haven’t died yet because trust doesn’t get better :))))

After that hot mess comes Woozi, Seventeen’s self proclaimed producer. Isn’t he so smol and cute??

But do not let his looks deceive you because he can and will fuck you up if needed. He is really the devil’s incarnate tbh.  ©

Lol just kidding he’s still cute when he is angry ahahaha…or am I??? I guess you will find out once you get deeper into the fandom :DDDD

Next up we have DK or Dokyum who is a literal ball of sunshine. He lights up my world like nobody else!~ LOL but actually though have you seen this kid smile? There is no other smile that is this bright so it’ll be super easy for you to remember him.  ©

Do you see how bright he is? Let’s watch it in gif format now!!

But be warned, this kid can go from sunshine to sexyshine in .01 seconds. Just look at him here, you would never believe he is the bright sunshine shown above.  ©

omfg Seokmin plzzzzzz. but yeah i hope you can recognize him at least by smile if not anything :)))))

Next up we have Kim fucking Mingyu who’s looks and personalities do not match at fucking all. While he seems to look like a tall hot model…

He’s actually just a gigantic wolf puppy (please observe his teeth, they are kinda pointy like a wolf hehehe)

Tbqh, I actually had the hardest time trying to remember his face out of everyone. In fact I only started remembering him after I learned everyone else and his face was the only one I couldn’t if you have issues trying to remember, it’s okay! You aren’t the only one haha~ Here, have some slightly sweaty Mingyu, maybe it’ll help you remember more :))))))  ©

Okay moving on to china line part 2~ The8 or Minghao looks like an actual puppy because his eyes are so big and for the most part he is a quiet kid. But be warned, he knows martial arts and is savage af. I’m not sure what the best way to describe him is though…I guess he has large almond eyes and cute round nose.  ©

he is so precious omfg  ©

Okay final three! First of the maknae line is Seventeen’s resident diva from Jeju, Boo Seungkwan! He is very easy to remember because he has a rounder kind of face (but he’s not fat, it’s just the shape of his face) Just look at this cutie ©

he is so beautiful, just look at him! (those moles omfg)  ©

diva boo judging you~  ©

Since you already know what Vernon looks like, I’ll just let you know a few things you should know about him.. As you might already know, Vernon is a halfie. His mom is white and his dad is Korean. He was born in NYC, but he moved to Korea when he was 5 so he’s actually very Korean if that makes sense. Most people expect him to be more American because he does appear more Caucasian and are very surprised when they see how cultured in Korean he is. Well that’s cause he pretty much grew up in Korea so despite his appearance, he’s about as Korean as the rest of the Korean members who were born and raised there. So yeahhhh, I’ll just leave some very nice pictures of him for you to appreciate :D  ©  ©

Okay last but not least is our precious maknae Dino~~~ (Be warned I have lots of feels for him that I shouldn’t be having considering our age gap but I can’t help it because he is so fucking talented and not enough people appreciate him and I should probably stop ranting now)

Dino has a very strong facial structure and if you see him during mansae era, he’s the one with the terrible fringe hair cut OTL But now that his hair has grown back, he looks much better (cuter and hotter gg me)  ©

just look at how strong his jawline is (i’d say its kinda squarish)

even tho Hoshi is the performance unit leader, I would have to say that Dino is the best dancer because boi he can dance so well and his facials are amazing like holy shit. this video is what made me realize how talented he is and made him my bias wrecker OTL

omfg he just wrecks my list so hard i’m crying. here have some more dancing dino

just to make you feel better, have some cutie chan~

Okay well I really I hope this helps anon! (Again I’m sorry this took so long, finding the right pictures was a longer process than I had expected OTL) If you are looking to find videos to watch, I am going to subtly link my playlist which I have added a bunch of my favorite videos of them :D

Also, Seventeen does have an ongoing reality show, so go here to watch it subbed! (Only four episodes are out right now and only three are subbed)

Please let me know if you have any more questions and thanks again for asking!!

Love Knows No Boundaries

Anonymous asked: Hey! :) Could I ask for a The Intouchables/You’re not you AU? Idk if you have seen them but it’s basically one of them in a wheelchair and the other one becomes their caregiver without having much experience. Would love to read what you do with this prompt<3 Much love xx P.S I wouldn’t mind if this got long:D

I had only seen Intouchables, but I watched You’re Not You the other day. Check. Let’s go. I really hope I did this justice. 

Their morning routine used to be different. Jemma would be up at the crack of dawn, whipping up some eggs and pouring the perfect cups of tea. She would have showered, be dressed and have put make-up on well before Trip’s alarm went off, and be waiting for him downstairs, where the newspaper would be ready, where he would kiss the top of her head or her cheek, and where he would join her for breakfast. 

Jemma wasn’t one to sleep in, she never had been. But ever since she had been with Trip, he had managed to make her a little bit lazier than she was. Only on weekends, though. He would wrap his strong arms around her and keep her in bed with him, before eventually picking her up to shower. Together. Or that would be the plan. 

It all changed months ago.

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Make up Fails


“Y/N, are you almost finished?” Calum whined.
“Kinda, but you keep messing me up. Stop moving!” I exclaimed, as I readjusted my hand, lining his eyes with black.
This sounds weird, but I swear, Calum does not wear makeup on stage. We were just bored back on the bus and after 10 minutes of begging, Calum let me put makeup on him. Of course, I rushed to get my makeup bag and begin work before he could change his mind.
I had already contoured and highlighted his face, and put pink blush on his cheeks. I also applied smokey eyeshadow on his lids and put on his mascara. All I had to do now was finish his eyeliner, which he made close to impossible.
“Okay, I’m done,” I announced, winging his eyeliner perfectly.
I handed Calum the mirror, which he immediately took. “Daaammmnnn, I’d make a hot girl,” he said, after examining himself.
I laughed. “Weeeeellllll….”
Calum gave me his ‘yeah, right’ look. “Please, if I were a girl, you’d go gay for me,” he joked. “I can’t believe you wear this much makeup!”
“Oh, I don’t, but you needed the extra help,” I teased.
He glared at me. “Ha-ha, funny. Seriously though, it feels like I’m wearing 5 extra skins.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”
“I’m not,” he replied, standing up.
“Where you going?”
Calum gave me another look, his ‘are you dumb?’ look. “Wash this shit off. You didn’t expect me to wear this all day, did you?” he questioned, walking off towards the bathroom.


“Hey Keek, y/n and I were bored, so I let her put makeup on me. I’d say she did a great job. She did some wing liner and everything.” He zoomed in on his face. “Now the artist is doing her makeup,” he said, pointing the camera to me. “We’re going on a date.”
Instantly, I shielded my face from the camera. “Ash, stop!”
“Y/N, the fan wants to see your beautiful face.”
“The fans can wait until I have makeup on my entire face, not half of it.”
“C’mon babe,” Ashton said, walking to me and putting the camera closer to me.
“Nooo,” I said, pushing him away.
Ashton laughed, facing the phone back to him. “No one ever wants to be a Keek with me,” he complained.
“Because you’re lame,” I replied, to which Ashton flipped me off.
I laughed. “Babe, aren’t you gonna wash your face?” I asked.
Ashton pointed the camera at me. “What?”
“Aren’t you gonna wash your face?”
“No, I’m going out like this,” he replied.
I shook my head, smiling. “No you’re not. Ashton, wash your face.”
Ashton laughed. “Finnneee.” He pointed the camera at him. “Guess I gotta go. Bye, Keek.”


“At least give me a hint, y/n!”
“Luke, where else would it go? Lashes?”
Luke gave me a horrified look. “You put this on your eyelashes?”
I nodded. “Yeah…”
“Well, I’m not gonna do that,” he said, tossing the tube aside. “Might poke your eye out or something, dangerous.”
I laughed. How was Luke Hemmings doing my makeup? Well, I had already started my makeup when Luke came into my room. He was watching me, and after a while, started asking questions. Somehow, that led to him doing my makeup. It was actually fun, he was being so cautious about it.
“Okay, I’m done,” he said, putting a blush brush back into its container.
I giggled. “You don’t sound so sure.”
“Because you- it doesn’t look right.”
“Let’s see.” I grabbed a hand mirror and peered at my reflection. “Oh God,” I exclaimed, bursting into laughter. “I look terrible.”
Even though Luke had skipped over the mascara, he didn’t do the same for eyeliner. With that he did a terrible job, drawing a crooked line that didn’t even touch the base of my eyelashes. He also paired red lips with silver and pink eyeshadow, and did not do my eyebrows. As for my blush, he applied it like how you would in cartoons, so there were two pink circles on my cheeks.
“Hey!” Luke exclaimed. “I worked hard on that.”
I laughed. “Yeah, you should totally stick to music. Makeup is not your calling.”
Luke laughed. “You’re mean.”


“Dammit,” I exclaimed.
I looked into the mirror to see that I still had thick black eyeliner surrounding my eyes. I seriously washed my face over a hundred times and yet, the eyeliner didn’t disappear. Instead, it seemed to get worse. I really wished I had gone to Sephora earlier and gotten the makeup remover I needed. Instead, I ignored the fact that I had none left, let Michael do my makeup, and now I was suffering the consequences.
Michael appeared at the bathroom doorway. “You okay?” he asked, smirking.
“I can’t get this off and I look like a racoon,” I exclaimed.
Michael only laughed at my frustration and snapped a quick picture.
“I’m sorry, but it’s hilarious!”
“I’m serious, Michael. It just gets worse!”
He laughed. “At least you look punk rock,” he joked.
I glared at him. “Michael, get out,” I exclaimed, shutting the door on a laughing kitten.
I was scrubbing my face when my phone buzzed with a twitter mention. Michael. I dried my hands and took my phone, opening twitter.

@Michael5sos: My beautiful racoon-faced girlfriend
I opened the picture attached to find the photo he just took of me. I tweeted back.
@Y/T/N: @Michael5sos I’m gonna kill you after I get this off my face
@Michael5sos: @Y/T/N so in the next 5 years?
@Y/T/N: @Michael5sos never again will I ever let you do my makeup
@Michael5sos: @Y/T/N I was tryna make u look punk rock, not a racoon u did that on ur own
@Y/T/N: I hate you
@Michael5sos: I love you too