when to apply foundation

How to Apply Foundation

When it comes to foundation there are a variety of different techniques and tools you can use to ace your base including, but not limited to brushes, fingers and sponges  Foundation is one of the most important steps in makeup (next to brows) and if you don’t get your foundation right, nothing else in your makeup will look amazing.

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Donut Surprise // a.i.

Summary: You and Ashton tell his family that you’re pregnant in a unique way.

Requested: Yes, thank you, anon!

Word Count: 2,150 (probably the longest thing I’ve written so far tbh.)

Warnings: none, however, the past is in italics.


“So, we agree that we’re definitely telling your family today, right?” You ask, walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom you and Ashton share. You let out a huff when you see him still lying on the bed, in his boxers. He glances up from scrolling on his phone and flashes his dimples at you.

“That’s right.” He replies. You put your hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow at him. His eyebrows furrow, as if he’s confused. “Ashton, you have to get ready. We have to leave in twenty minutes if we don’t want to be late.” You tell him as you return to the bathroom. You’re applying foundation when Ashton comes strolling into the bathroom ten minutes later. He wraps his toned arms around you from behind and smiles at you in the mirror.

“You look gorgeous, baby. How’s our little one doing today?” He murmurs, placing his hands on your stomach where, just recently, a baby girl has started to form. That’s the reason for going to meet Ashton’s family for lunch. You two agreed that since you were starting to show slightly (you say it’s only from a certain angle, Ashton disagrees), that it was time to tell his family. You finish your foundation and grab his hands. You place them lower on your stomach, where your baby is kicking up a storm from hearing her daddy’s voice.

“There she is.” Ashton grins, his eyes lighting up. “She only kicks when you’re around. Go away.” You joke, wincing when the baby places an exceptionally hard kick to your diaphragm. Ashton frowns, turning you around and kneeling down until he’s face to face with your tiny baby bump.

“You shouldn’t kick mommy so hard. She’s the one feeding you and keeping you warm and making up your nursery so it’s super pretty for when you arrive.” He whispers, placing a light kiss to your stomach. You smile softly as you watch your husband interact with your baby. (Nobody really knows if she can hear him, but Ashton insists that they can communicate. You’ve learned not to question it.)

Ashton stands up fully and that’s when you remember the time. Luckily, Ashton’s already dressed and is pulling you out of the bathroom before you can say anything about being late.

“I’ll grab my shoes and the keys and then meet you in the car.” Ashton tells you, placing a kiss to your temple before moving to the kitchen to grab his car keys. You walk out of the house and to the car, thinking back to the day you first told Ashton you were pregnant.

“(Y/N)?” Ashton calls out, as soon as he and the boys walk into the house. Laughter and load voices signal that you’ve got company. “In here!” You yell from the kitchen. The boys come bounding into the room, grinning widely as a chorus of “hey, (Y/N)!” rushes through the air. You smile at them from over your shoulder as you wash dishes. Ashton kisses you hurriedly on the cheek before grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“Cal, you want one?” He asks, looking back at the Maori boy. Calum nods, catching the beer in mid-air. Two more beers fly through the kitchen for Michael and Luke, who catch them both with ease. This was a normal occurrence for your household. When the boys finish up writing a good song or find out they’re nominated for an award, they come to you and Ashton’s house to celebrate with beer and video games. Ashton holds up a beer for you, but you deny the offer. He shrugs and opens it for himself.

“Hey, Ash?” You ask, after finishing up with the dishes and turning toward your boyfriend, who’s telling Michael about something they should do tomorrow. Ashton instantly looks to you, his eyes lighting up. “We’ll clean up before we leave, don’t worry, (Y/N).” Luke tells you, smiling. “Oh, yeah, I know you will.” Ashton walks back over to you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“What’s up?” He asks. You glance at the boys and bite your lip. Calum catches your unease and winks at you. “Hey, boys, let’s give them some space.” He mumbles. The boys head into the living room, all plopping down on the couches. Ashton’s eyebrows furrow a bit.

“I’m confused. What’s wrong?” He asks. “You know how we’ve been talking about having a baby?” You ask, your voice low. “Oh, that wasn’t me being serious. Maybe in the future, but I wouldn’t push for a baby when you’re just about to get promoted at work.” He tells you, taking a sip of his beer. You feel your heart drop slightly.

“You idiot!” Calum yells, appearing in the kitchen doorway. You and Ashton both jump a little, turning to look at Calum. “She’s pregnant.” Calum announces, grinning.

“What?” Ashton asks, his eyes widening a bit. “Calum!” You scold, causing Calum to hold his hands up in defense. “You denied drinking beer with us. Plus you’ve had a little pregnancy glow to you lately. It’s about time you told him.” You turn to Ashton, who’s staring at you. “Is it true?” He asks softly, reaching out to touch your stomach. You sigh.

“Yes. It was supposed to be a cute surprise, but Calum just had to ruin it.” You tease.

“Does that mean I get to be the godfather?”


“But, (Y/N)-”

“I said no, Calum. You don’t even have a girlfriend. Who would be the godmother?”

The Maori boy pouts a little, before turning to look behind him. “Luke! Will you be the baby’s godmother?!” He yells. “Sure!” Luke calls back, then pauses. “Wait, will I be the baby’s what?” He asks. Calum turns to you and smirks. “We would make very good godparents.” He tells you, before walking out of the kitchen to tell Michael and Luke the news.

You laugh and look at Ashton. “We’re having a baby.” He whispers, smiling. “We’re having a baby.” You confirm, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kisses you softly. “I love you so much.” He murmurs.

Ashton took the news better than you thought he would. He already can’t wait for the baby to arrive. He goes to every doctor’s appointment, every ultrasound, and every shopping trip for the nursery. He and the boys have done practice drills at three in the morning to make sure everyone is 100% ready and at the hospital when his baby girl gets here. Ashton has been timing himself on how fast he can get the car seat in the car so he can put it in the night you go into labor. Last you heard, it was 48 seconds.

You smile as Ashton hops into the driver’s seat. He glances over at you as he pulls out of the driveway.

“You’re in a very good mood today.” He notes, reaching over to hold your hand as he drives with the other. “I am.” You agree, squeezing his hand. He smiles over at you when he stops at a red light. He honestly can’t imagine his life without you. Now, his life just gets better because he finally gets to start the family he’s always dreamed about with you. He refuses to tell you how much he spent on your engagement ring, although you know it was a lot since management called to yell at him for spending so much. The wedding isn’t for another year, since both of you agreed that you wanted your little girl present.

“I have a plan on how to tell my family.” Ashton tells you, as he pulls up to the small café a few blocks away from your house. The café is adorable; quaint and usually quite full inside. “What’s your plan?” You ask, getting out of the car. “You’ll see.” Ashton takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it as you head inside the café. He seems to spot his family right away, at a small booth towards the back. Anne Marie nearly jumps out of the booth when she sees both of you.

“You made it!” She says, smiling from ear to ear. She envelops Ashton into a hug first, and then you. “We arranged for this lunch. Of course we made it.” Ashton teases. “We were almost late, though.” You admit, smiling. Lauren moves out of the booth to stand next to Anne Marie. “It was because of Ashton, wasn’t it?” She jokes, smiling at you. “Actually, yes.” Lauren and you giggle softly as Ashton frowns. He instantly perks up when he sees his brother.

“Harry!” He says, going over to the booth to ruffle Harry’s hair. Harry grins at him. “Hey, Ash.” He replies. Ashton notices the phone in Harry’s hands. “Don’t get too into that thing, its toxic.” Ashton advises. You suspect that’s why he’s taken time away from social media lately. He feels addicted to it and needs to focus on things that matter in his life right now.

Harry puts his phone away and you watch as they start talking about guitars and drums, since Harry’s been taking music lessons. “Why don’t we sit down?” You ask. Ashton nods in agreement, but stops a waitress nearby and whispers something in her ear. He slips her a ten dollar bill and then slides into the booth. Ashton and you sit on one side of the booth, and his family slide into the other side, across from you.

“So, like I said on the phone, (Y/N) and I wanted to meet with you guys for a reason.” Ashton starts, reaching over and taking your hand on the table. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous; you and Ashton have only been together for two years and you’re worried his mom might think having a baby right now is too soon.

The waitress from earlier returns to the table with a medium sized, hot pink box. “We have news to tell you, and the news is in this box.” Ashton continues. You have the urge to giggle at the whole situation, since it’s all a little over-intimidating. He opens the box and shows you the inside first. Inside, are six assorted donuts. On the inside if the top part of the box, is a note that says, “Eat up, family. Mommy doesn’t want to be the only one getting fat. -baby.” You grin at Ashton and kiss his cheek softly. Honestly, you’re in love with a genius. He turns the box around so his family — who have been very patient this whole time — can see. You and Ashton watch as they all read the note.

“Wait, does this mean-” Lauren starts, but Harry cuts her off with an exclamation of, “I’m gonna be an uncle!” Ashton chuckles beside you. Anne Marie looks up at the two of you and you almost panic because there are tears in her eyes.

“I’m so happy for the two of you. This is all I’ve ever wanted for you, Ashton, ever since your dad left. I wanted you to start your own family and be there as an amazing father and husband. And now that’s happening, and I’m so incredibly happy for both of you.” Anne Marie says, reaching across the table to put her hand on top of where your hand is still being held by Ashton’s.

Lauren suddenly gasps. “The box is pink. The baby is a girl, right? Tell me it’s a girl!” She says excitedly. You giggle. “It’s a girl.” Lauren grins so wide as she turns to Ashton. “Name her after me.” She demands jokingly. “What? No way.” Ashton chuckles, shaking his head. Lauren laughs and winks at you.

“I’m happy for you both. But I’d be happier if you named her after me.”

“Lauren, it’s not happening.”

“But, Ashton-”

“It’s not happening.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll just have to happy as an aunt.”

You look at Harry, who’s been silent the whole time. “What do you think, Harry?” You ask softly. Harry fist-pumps the air. “I’m not the youngest anymore!” The whole table bursts into laughter, causing a few heads to turn, but nobody says anything about the commotion. Ashton wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“I’m so happy that your mine and that you’re having our baby.” He murmurs in your ear, since his family has started arguing over which baby names you’re likely to choose. “I love you, Ashton.” You reply, grabbing a donut from the box. “I think those were supposed to be for us, (Y/N).” Harry tells you, chuckling. Your eyes flicker to him as you bite into the donut. Ashton shakes his head at his brother before leaning forward to give him some advice.

“Shut up, Harry. If you’re smart, you will shut up and let her eat the donut before her pregnancy hormones attack you.”

anonymous asked:

umm this is a weird ask. But I noticed on your selfies that you have nice makeup. Do you have any tips? What primer are you using? 🙈 Sorry if this is strange?

It’s not strange at all don’t worry! I feel flattered. Also I’m pretty sure I’ve answered this before but I can’t find it so, I’ll just say it again. (warning: it’ll be long lol).

1. Your face is your canvas, prep it properly: This one’s really important wether you believe it or not. I find that washing, exfoliating and moisturizing my face fifteen to twenty minutes before applying does a world of a difference. The foundation application will be much smoother and flawless. Make sure you use a moisturizer that’s not too thick and sinks into the skin quickly and don’t forget to wait those 15/20 mins so it doesn’t make the foundation look streaky.
2. Understand your skin type: Are you dry, oily, normal or combination skin? Your foundation and powder of choice should depend on this. Oily skin-types tend to work better with matte foundations and dry skin types work better with glowy foundations. Personally, I’m combo skin, I love the Makeup Forever Ultra HD foundation, it’s build-able coverage and in my opinion flatters all skin types, plus it has a wide color range.
3. Apply SPF if you’re going out during the day, protect your skin. If you’re going out at night, this isn’t necessary. I advice to stay away from foundations that have spf in them, since they can make you look ghostly-white in flash photography, it’s better to buy your own spf and apply it when you see fit.
4. Apply primer before the foundation, your primer of choice depends on what you need, want to make your foundation glow? Becca backlight primer. Want to smooth your pores? MUFE skin equalizer in smoothing. Just want a regular primer that will do a little of both? Too faced Hangover FX primer. Primer will also protect your skin by creating a layer between your pores and the makeup and it’ll make the makeup last longer. Apply it with your fingers, don’t swipe it, press it into the skin.
5. Foundation time. One tip I can give you is pump your foundation in the back of your hand and with a (clean) finger make a little cocktail (aka warm the liquid up) and then apply it to the skin. It makes it last longer for some reason. Also, don’t dot the foundation on, instead evenly distribute it on your skin and THEN blend it out with your tool of choice. The finish is much better that way. I recommend investing in a beauty blender for foundation application (specially if the foundation is medium to full coverage, since the wet beauty blender will absorb extra product and prevent cakey-ness, if it’s a light coverage foundation, a kabuki brush may be a better choice since that way it won’t thin out even more) either way, blend your foundation with bouncy motions, not by swiping, it’ll blend more beautifully that way and you’ll get maximum coverage.
6. Time for concealer, if the concealer you’re using is for blemishes on your face, then it should be the tone of your skin (or maybe a shade darker) and you should only apply a dot on each blemish. If you’re using concealer for your undereye circles and to highlight the face (which brings definition and makes your bone structure pop up) then it should be one or two shades lighter than your skin. Good concealers are Maybelline Fit Me! Or Tarte Shape-Tape (the latter has much more coverage). Apply it on your undereye in a triangular shape and bring it all the way to your temples for a lifting effect (unless you want to make your face appear less wide; then contour that area later on instead). Before you blend it out, warm it up with your fingers on the skin and spread it evenly just like you did with the foundation and then blend it with bouncy motions from the outside to the inside and then from the inside to the outside (always bouncing). Also apply the concealer on your forehead, bridge of the nose, Cupid’s bow and chin (unless you don’t wish to bring attention to them).
7. Set your concealer immediately after, if you’re highlighting and contouring, then do it with a powder lighter than your skin or bake with a translucent powder (like the one by Laura Mercier). You can also bake, which if you want to do that (it makes it last longer) I suggest you watch Jaclyn Hill’s video on how to bake. (YouTube). When applying powder, press it into the skin with your brush or beauty blender, don’t swipe. Apply the highlighting (matte) powder beneath the eyes and basically all the other high points (nose, forehead, etc). Always set concealer so it doesn’t crease on the fine lines.
8. Apply a powder the same shade as your skin on the rest of your face to set it with the same pressing motions. You can skip it if you feel like your face is too dry for that (in this case, a helpful tip is to mix a bit of beauty oil with your foundation to make it more hydrating). I always recommend setting the foundation with powder because it helps blending bronzer and blush later on.
9. Apply your broker, blush and glittery highlight as you see fitting, followed oby eyeliner and mascara.
10. If you’re doing eyeshadow, do it before you do your entire face so the fall out you get from eyeshadow doesn’t ruin your base. ALWAYS blend till it seems like one smooth lie and ALWAYS prep your eyes with some concealer or eyeshadow primer (make sure to set it with a skin tone powder or cream colored eyeshadow so you can easily blend out darker colors later on).
11. Do your brows before foundation and before eyeshadow too. Then clean them up with some concealer and a tiny detail brush. Set them with brow gel. The best brow products are by ABH.
12. Invest in good makeup brushes: zoeva, morphe, sigma, etc.
13. USE SETTING SPRAY. It’ll melt all the powders together and make it look like skin, plus the makeup will last longer.

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Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: none, literally just fluff.

Words: 443

All credit goes to Marvel.

A/N: Hi guys, I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting. I’ve been coping with a super-tough breakup and have essentially lost all of my friends during it, so I’ve pretty much lost all motivation to do everything. I have so many fics I’ve been working on for you guys but I can only type a few words until my thoughts start drifting back to my situation. Well wishes are appreciated and will hopefully motivate me to get your fics published. Here’s a short drab for you guys until I can get on my feet again. 

Originally posted by beardedchrisevans

“I’m a grown ass man, I still don’t see why I need makeup to walk down a carpet.” Your 6 foot tall, 35 year old client said.

“Shush, your cheeks get splotchy when you get nervous.” You said, applying more foundation with your beauty sponge. He scoffed, but you knew he was suppressing a smile.

“I do not get nervous!”

“Do I need to show you the pictures of you meeting Tom Brady again to prove to you why you need a heavy coverage foundation?”

“It’s all the cameras,” Chris brushed off. You rolled your eyes and laughed at him. You worked as a makeup artist for many celebrities, but never had you worked for someone as down-to-earth and personable as Captain America himself, Chris Evans. You lightly began brushing his eyebrows in place with your clear brow gel. “Don’t forget the beard.” You laughed at his comment.

“Oh, honey, there is no taming that thing.” He smiled as you pulled back, admiring your work. You smirked, going back into your Morphe Lugger bag, pulling out mascara. He laughed sarcastically at you.

“Hardy-har-har,” you laughed with him and put the Too-Faced mascara back in its designated pocket. “You know, you should be nice. One day I could be doing your makeup.” You rolled your eyes at him, stepping out of your robe and exposing the expensive black dress underneath. You spritzed setting spray on him and tucked his foundation and beauty sponge into your clutch, in case he needed touch-ups.

“Yeah, wouldn’t that be the day.” Chris pulled himself out of his seat, checking himself out in the large vanity mirror. You stood behind him, also checking for any flaws in your makeup, and turned when one of the red carpet assistants called, saying that they were ready for Chris to walk. He turned and looked down at you, and you looked up at him.


“Chris.” You smiled. He grabbed the clutch out of your hands and placed it back on the vanity table. You stared at him, confused. Your arm reached out to grab it again when his hand stopped you.

“How about instead of walking with me as my makeup artist tonight, you walk with me as my date?” You raised an eyebrow at him, grinning at him. 

“Are you sure about that, Cap?”

“Absolutely,” he smiled down at you but looked up, biting his lip, smiling, and holding out one finger to signal ‘wait’. “Only if I really do get to do your makeup.”


“Okay, guys. That has been the boyfriend does my makeup tag! Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go wash the blue eyeshadow and the poorly drawn-on Captain America shield off my face!”

anonymous asked:

Okay what about a blurb of harry just shamelessly hitting on you when you're getting ready for an event?? 💖🤧

y'all are killing me with harry blurbs 

alright so, you’re sitting at your vanity and your make up is laid out in front of you. you’re like a kid in the candy store staring at all the new products from a your new make up line that hasn’t been released to the public yet. 

you pick up the primer, pushing the pump and rubbing the product between your fingers to rub it onto your skin. as you reach for a foundation brush, your eyes catch harry staring at you from his position on the king sized bed. he looks entranced really but he knows that you need your focus when it came to applying make up so he stays silent marveling at the beauty mere feet from him.

it’s when you’ve applied your foundation and concealer that you notice him staring intently into the brightly lit mirror. your cheeks are hot in temperature knowing that he’s just been looking at you not caring if you caught him or not.

and when your pair of eyes meet in the mirror,  you can tell that his usually bright green eyes have darken to a forest emerald. 

he moves off of the bed and walks until he’s right beside you.

his large hands move to your shoulders massaging the skin there and relieving the tension that had been there because of your nervousness. you wanted this launch of your make up line with Sephora to go smoothly.

it was a new venture that you wanted to excel at.

you know what could happen if you allowed him to go further and you have to stop it because you’ll be late for your own launch party. 

“harry.” you warn.

but he’s already left a dozen butterfly kisses along the back your neck, working his way up to your cheeks. he leans over, his form towering over yours his lips press firmly against yours and you know it’s game over.

again it’s unedited!!

Makeup tips for dry skin!!

1. Proper skin care! Make sure you are exfoliating just enough to remove dead skin but not over doing it. Use a face oil (I like argan oil) before your moisturizer if the moisturizer by itself isn’t cutting it.

2. Use a HYDRATING primer!!! You can use a smoothing or pore filling one too, but use it sparingly only when you need it.

3. Apply your foundation with your fingers. I know you’re thinking “what??? But everyone on YouTube uses a kabuki brush/ the beauty blender/ the sili sponge/ the morphe m53820264828.” Work gently to spread the foundation over your skin and lightly tap the edges to blend.

4. Skip powder. I know you’re thinking “whaaat? But-but baking!! My laura mercier powder!” No. You don’t need it!!! If you are more normal-dry, use a veryyy light dusting to set your undereyes and your nose, chin, and forehead.

5. Cream face products look more natural than powders. They just do.

6. Go easy on the highlighter. It may make you more “glowy,” but a lot of highlighter will emphasize any texture on your skin and might make it look even more dry. Just dry and sparkly. We don’t want that.

7. Setting spray is your friend, especially if you’re skipping powder. I use a long lasting one but I also use a hydrating one before that to make sure it doesn’t dry me out.

Ficlet: Space Dreams

Summary: Sequel to “Yes, Sir.” Shiro helped Keith survive his first few months at the garrison, so Keith returns the favor during Shiro’s first months training for the Kerberos Mission and discovers some secrets about Shiro and himself. 

A/N: Finally remembered why “Yes, Sir” sat on my desktop for a few months – I forgot to write the part where Keith starts calling Shiro by his first name again yet keeps the professional address for battles. Here’s that section.

Training for the Kerberos Mission absorbed much of Shiro’s time. He only taught his combat course three days a week, with Commander Chan taking over the other two. He spent any extra time in the simulator, sometimes even skipping lunches and dinners, but he always waited outside of Keith’s barrack in the morning, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt, ready for their daily six-mile run about the base. They shared breakfast, and Shiro always made the time to check Keith’s homework and answer any questions the cadet had.

But on one particular morning, Keith exited his building just before the scheduled time to find Shiro’s bottom pressed against the wall, back bent, hands on knees. He sucked in unsteady breaths, eyes narrowed, arms trembling.

“Officer Shirogane…?” Keith asked, approaching in a hesitant step. “Are you all right?”

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first steps [peter parker]

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Originally posted by relationshipaims

warnings: Movie Spoilers, Language, Paralysis, Sadness but then happiness

word count: 5149

italic = flashback

  Not being able to move any part of your body below your waist sucked ass.

    That was the easiest way to put it.

    Having to roll around in a wheelchair all the time and needing someone to carry you into bed because you could not walk there made you feel useless. It was like you were a child again and you needed help walking up the stairs or riding a bike. Maybe children enjoyed the added assistance, but you did not.

    When you got up in the morning, you refused to let people carry you out of bed. You firmly believed that you were stronger than that. Instead, you had your single mother install ropes that hung from the ceiling to help you get out of bed. Grabbing ahold of them was the easy part, but lifting yourself into the wheelchair with just your upper body strength was a bit harder.

    When you needed to make your way through the crowded hallways at school, you did not let Peter, your bestfriend, clear the way. Instead, you managed to navigate through the rowdy students and into your class.

    Simple things like using the bathroom and sitting behind desks were tasks that you just had to perform differently now.

    It did not bother you that often, as you knew that moping about wanting to walk again would get you nowhere. You knew that you would have to suck it up and face reality one day, but sometimes it just hit you hard that you would never be able to feel fresh grass beneath your feet again.

    You were sitting by one of the park benches in Queens, just watching adolescents absentmindedly play on the swingset and run around in the freshly cut, green grass. Of course, you were not sitting on the bench because you did not want to take the time to try to get out of your wheelchair and onto the bench, all the while attempting to keep yourself from falling onto the cold concrete beneath you.

    With a warm cup of coffee in between your hands and a beanie placed on your hair, you watched while a cold, Fall breeze ruffled the hair that was not covered by the hat that May had knitted you.

    After a few moments of sitting there in by your lonesome, you felt someone sit next to yo. Their body was placed on the old, rusty park bench to your right. When you turned to face the person, you were not surprised to find Peter Parker; your best friend.

    He had a sweatshirt covering his torso and his usual pair of jeans on his legs.  After your eyes reached his face, you could not hold back a smile when you spotted the grin adorning his face. His cheeks were a slight pink color because of the cold, and also possibly because he was blushing.

    He sat by your side and the two of you just sat there in the park for a few moments before he spoke up.

    “So how have you been?” Peter questioned, turning his body to face you once again.

    “Same old, same old,” You responded with your smile dropping, “Except I saw my doctor this morning.”

    Peter’s face lit up with excitement, “Really? What did he say?” His voice turned up an octave because of the pure joy conveyed in his words. He knew that you had been going to the doctor recently to see if they could do anything about your paralysis. They had been saying that your situation was not as bad as ones they had seen, and they might be able to get you to walk again.

    However, this morning was the end of that hope.

    You turned your eyes to face your lap, your hands playing with your glove-covered fingers. Your eyes began to water as tears appeared. The stinging sensation of them coupled with your broken heart left you in utter agony.

    “He uh-” You tried answering, “He said that the impact of the crash and the shrapnel from the car lacerated my spinal cord.”

    Peter’s eyebrows drew together in confusion and he looked sadly at your saddened form.

    Placing on of his hands atop of one of yours to show that he was there, he asked what that meant.

    When you turned to face him, his heart practically shattered at the sight of you. You were broken. Tears falling freely from your face and red puffy eyes; your body looked tired and weak, as if you had lost all the hope you had carried before. You felt broken, and now Peter did too.

    “It-it means they can’t fix me.”

    And then you broke down.

    Your head dropped into your hands and you sobbed openly. Peter felt tears rising to his own eyes when you spit the words out. He had been with you since the moment you found out that you would might not ever walk again. At that time, you had not cried because you believed that you were strong enough to be able to walk again. At that time, the doctors had said there was a chance. Peter had been with you every step of the way since that moment; comforting you when you needed it, helping you out of bed and into your wheelchair when you allowed him to carry you, every moment of weakness, everything. So this news not only devastated you, but Peter as well.

    Peter stood up quietly before he lowered his arms to pick you up by your waist. His strong arms wrapped around your body as he lifted you into the air. Peter then sat back down onto the bench, this time you were seated in his lap. He ran one of his hands through tangled strands of your hair and the other made small circles on your upper back.

    Peter let you weep into his chest, your hands clutching his shirt, as he let tears of his own fall.

    He buried his face into your hair and let sobs escape his body. The both of you shook against each other as you cried and Peter placed his lips on your head. He pressed kisses to your scalp and your hair until he ran out of breath, hoping that the small gesture would comfort you at least a little.

    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Peter whispered to you, his voice saddened and cracking. He repeated the words over and over again, trying to convince you and himself.

    When both of you had stopped crying, you just sat on that bench in his arms for the rest of the day.

Because in his arms, you finally felt safe.

After that moment, you knew that you’d be broken forever. Knowing that this revelation would only upset you, you did not think about it anymore.

However, Peter still did.

He still felt horrible about what had happened to you and often reflected on what he could have done to stop it. After all, he was Spider-man.

Peter felt that since he had these powers, he should have done more to stop it; to stop the hit-and-run, and to stop his best friend- the girl of his dreams- from becoming paralyzed.

That’s what he was thinking about at the current moment.

He was walking with you back to his apartment, the two of you were planning on studying for a History test you had in a week. You were absentmindedly chatting about the very expensive looking car outside as you maneuvered your way in your wheelchair to Peter’s front door.

When Peter opened the door and allowed you to go in before him, he was looking down at his books and putting things down on the counter. Only you had noticed that the one and only Tony Stark was sitting on May’s couch.

Your eyes went wide and you nudged Peter who was still rambling on about the car in the front. When he turned his eyes widened too.

Tony spoke first, “Oh Mr. Parker, who’s your lovely friend?”

Because Peter was stuttering so badly, you responded with your name before Peter could make a fool of himself.

“Um-” Peter begins, “What-What are you doing- Hey, I-I’m Peter.”

You giggle slightly at Peter who nudges your shoulder to get you to stop.

“Tony,” Mr. Stark responds as he motions at himself.

Peter nods before speaking again, “What are you- What are you doing here?” He folds his arms across his chest, a sign that means he was feeling awkward. Little things like these were things that you picked up from being Peter’s friend for so long.

Tony smiles, “It’s about time we met. You’ve been getting my emails right?” Tony winks to send Peter a message and you turn to look up at Peter with confusion on your face.

Even though Peter’s eyebrows furrow and he looks confused, he responds with a simple ‘Yeah.’

“They were regarding the…” Peter trails off as he realizes that he has no idea why Tony was having him lie to his best friend/crush and his Aunt.

Aunt May cut in, “You didn’t tell me about the grant.”

Peter was once again confused, “About the grant?”

Tony replied, trying to help Peter out of his befuddlement, “The September Foundation.”


Tony continued, “Remember when you applied?”

Peter nodded along with his statement trying to figure out where Tony was going with this.

“Well, I approved it, so we’re in business.”

Aunt May piped up from the couch beside Tony, “You didn’t tell me anything! Are you keeping secrets from me?”

You turned to look at Peter once again, “Yeah Pete. This is the first time I am hearing of the grant.”
    Peter looked between you and his Aunt May before stumbling over his words, “Well, I just know how much you guys love surprises so I- Anyway what did I apply for?” He cuts himself off and turns to look at Tony, hoping he will help him out of the awkward situation he was in.

“That’s what I am here to hash out.”

“Right, hash out,” Peter replies.

Tony then turns to face May, “It’s so hard to believe that she’s someone’s Aunt.”

May laughed softly, “Well we come in all shapes and sizes, you know.”

You laugh softly at his horrible attempt at flirtation before you look down at your hands.

Tony turns to look at May before speaking, “Can I have five minutes alone with him?”

You turn to look back at Peter, confusion filling your face when he turns to leave.

“Pete- wait-” You try, but he is already leaving the room.

Peter turns back around and rushes back to you. He places his hands on you cheeks and quickly drops a kiss onto the crown of your head before he stutters out that he will be back soon. Before he leaves, he intertwines his pointer finger with your own and squeezes slightly. When you squeeze back, he lets go and drops another kiss to your head. Both your cheeks turn bright pink and you look down with a smile on your face as Peter leaves again.

May turns to look at you with a knowing smile on her face before you look up and roll your eyes.

“Shut up,” You speak sarcastically, ducking your head between your hands to cover your inflamed cheeks.

“I didn’t say anything!”

When Tony shuts the door behind his body, he turns the lock to make sure that no one can enter the room after them.

Peter feels nervous as Tony approaches the trash can he has laying by his desk. Tony lifts it up before spitting out the pastry that May had made.

“As far as Walnut Date Loafs go, that wasn’t bad,” Tony laughs.

He then proceeds to move across the room to face Peter’s old computer. It was an old model that Peter had fished out of a dumpster and rebuilt.

“Oh, what do we have here?” Tony questions, “Retrotech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?”
    Peter looks down at his hands in embarrassment before responding, “Uh, the garbage actually.”
    “You’re a dumpster diver?”

“Yeah, I mean-” Peter tries before changing the subject, “Look, I know that I definitely did not apply for your grant-”

Tony however, cuts him off, “nuh-uh. Me first.”

Peter nods and lets Tony continue with whatever he was saying. Before Tony begins, he pulls out a very expensive looking device that projects a video of him in his Spider-man costume. It shows him saving people from bad guys and stopping cars along with other things.

“Quick question of the rhetorical variety,” Tony begins, “That’s you, right?”

Peters’s heart thumps as he tries to come up with a way out of this situation. Only you knew about his secret identity, and Peter wanted to keep it that way.

“Um, no. What are-” Peter tries, but inevitably stumbles over his words.

Tony cuts him off once again and speaks over him, “Yeah! Look at you go; wow! Nice catch!” Tony vocalizes as Spider-man catches a car before it hits a bus, “Three thousand pounds  at forty miles an hour? That’s not easy. You’ve got mad skills.”
    Peter moves towards his computer and he brushes off Tony’s words, “Yeah, I mean that’s all on Youtube, though. That’s where you found that, right? ‘Cause you know that’s all fake. It’s all done on the computer.”

Tony slightly laughs under his breath as he moves across the room. He notices the roof of Peter’s room has a small mark on it, almost as if someone was hiding something in the panels up there. Tony grabs a stick from Peter’s bedside and nudges the corner of the panel while Peter mumbles on, and the Spider-man suit from the video descended from a rope attached to the ceiling.

Peter gasps out a protest and lunges for the suit, pushing it into the back of his closet, hoping Tony did not see it.

Peter tries to stutter out an excuse, but Tony just shakes his head, “So you’re the Spiderling? Crime fighting Spider? You’re Spider-boy?

Peter sighs and crosses his arms over his chest once more, “Spider-man.” His words come out mumbled and defeated.

Tony let out a snort, “Not in that onesie, you’re not.”

Peter looks upset but he responds back with sass, “It’s not a onesie.” He shoves past Tony and sits down on his bed with a sigh, “I can’t believe this. I was actually having a really good day today, Mr. Stark. Didn’t miss my train, this perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there, and Algebra test- nailed it. Also, I finally got her to open up about how she feels about her paralysis.”

Tony nods, thinking about you sitting out in the living room in your wheelchair.

“Your friend out there?” Tony questions, “How long has she been like that?”

Peter looks down with a sigh, “Since she was fourteen, so a good three years maybe.” Peter did not like to think back to that moment; getting the call that said you were in the hospital fighting for your life was the scariest moment of Peter’s life. He fought crime and villains in the most terrifying situations, but that moment had been the worst and scariest he had ever experienced.

“Tony quickly changed the subject away from you to make Peter feel better. “Who else knows?” Tony questions, “Anybody?”

    Peter sighs and begins to respond that you know, but Tony speaks, “Your friend knows, doesn’t she?”

    Peter nods and thinks about how he first told you that he was Spider-man. It was a slip up, you had walked in on him when he was taking the costume off and he had to tell you.

    Tony laughs, “Yeah, but she’s not just a friend is she?”

    Peter blushes and looks down at his hands, Tony takes that as a sign to continue speaking, “What about your unusually attractive Aunt?”

    Peter immediately begins to protest, “No. no, no. If she knew she would freak out, and when she freaks out, I freak out and-”

    “You know what I think is pretty cool? This webbing. Textile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?” Tony questions.

    “I did,” Peter responds, catching the canister that Tony throws at him without even moving his head. He proceeds to throwing the canister into the trash in his closet.

    “And climbing walls; how do you do that? Adhesive gloves?” Tony continues his pestering.

    Peter begins to mumble an explanation, “That’s a long story, actually-”\

    Peter is cut off by Tony lifting up the goggles that he uses and placing them over his face. He makes funny noises as he pretends to be a ghost or some other mystical creature. “Good lord! Can you even see in these?” Tony laughs.

    Peter snatches the goggles and the uniform away and hisses, “Yes! Yes, I can. I can see in those, okay? It’s just that, when whatever happened, happened, it’s like my senses have been dialed to eleven. There’s way too much input so they just kind of help me focus.”

    Tony looks down at Peter and speaks again, “You’re in dire need of an upgrade; systematic, top to bottom, one hundred point restoration. That’s why I’m here.”

    When Peter doesn’t respond, Tony continues, “Why are you doing this, huh? What’s your MO? I’ve got to know, what gets you out of that twin bed every morning?”

    “Well, there’s two reasons for that,” Peter begins, “One is because I’ve been me my whole life, and I’ve had these crazy powers for a few years, I read books, I build computers; and yeah, I’d love to play football, but I couldn’t then, so I shouldn’t be able to now-”

    Tony continues with his explanation, “Right, because you’re different.”

    Peter nods, “Yeah, but I can’t tell anybody that, so I’m not. When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen; they happen because of you.”

Tony nods and tries to connect his explanation, “So you want to look out for the little guy? You want to do your part, make the world a better place, all that crap?”

Peter nods and speaks again. “Well that’s just part of it. The other part is her. She’s been in that wheelchair for so long and she found out a few days ago that she’s going to be in it for the rest of her life. Even with that information, she still manages to lift herself out of her bed every morning, all by herself. She still does all the things that a person who can walk does. Like we visit the park and she gets good grades, all that stuff.  I guess, she’s kind of just a motivational factor to me; like if she’s still going then I know that I can too.”

Tony looks almost touched at Peter’s words. He then thinks of the girl out in the living room who looked like she hated being in that wheelchair. She was his MO, it was only partially the first part of Peter’s explanation, but the rest was pure her. She was the only reason that Peter was doing this.

“So, yeah. I guess that’s why I’m doing it,” Peter finishes. With that, an idea sparks in Tony’s head.

Tony gets up and moves over to Peter who was sitting on his bed, “I’m going to sit here, so you move the leg.”
    Peter complies, and moves his leg out of the way so Tony can sit next to him. Mr. Stark lays a hand on Peter’s back, like a father would do to his son.

“You’re a good kid, Parker,” Tony starts, “Got a passport?”

Peter looks up in confusion, “Um, no. I don’t even have a driver’s license.”

Tony chuckles, “You ever been to Germany?”

Peter shakes his head in response.

“Oh, you’ll love it.”
    Peter immediately begins to refuse, “I can’t go to Germany!”
    Tony shakes his head, “Why not?”
    “I mean- I got homework.”

Tony rolls his eyes, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that-”
    Before Tony finishes, Peter speaks again, “And I gotta stay here with my friend. Me and May are all she’s got left. Her mom doesn’t even care about her paralysis, so I’m the only one who cares for her, and I just gotta stay her with her.”
    Tony nods, “And if I can get her to come along?”

Peter disagrees, “Look, we can’t just drop out of school.”
    Tony moves towards the door and reaches for the doorknob, “Might be a bit dangerous, better tell Aunt Hottie I’m taking you on a field trip-”

Tony is cut off when Peter reached out one of his hands, palm faced up at the ceiling. Peter drops his middle and ring fingers to the button on his wrist, and webbing shoots out of the canister on his wrist. The webbing attaches to Tony’s wrist and traps him to the door.

Tony looks slightly impressed, but he looks even more irritated at the teenage boy.

“Don’t tell Aunt May.”
    Tony nods and begins the plan that he formulated in his head earlier, “What about your friend?”

Peter looks down and fiddles with the canister on his wrist, “What about her?”
    “What if I told you that I could fix her; let her walk again.”

Peter’s head shoots up at the words and he looks at Tony in amazement, “You could do that?”
    Tony nods softly, “I can’t promise anything kid, but I have the best doctors in the world back at the facility. If you come with me, we can drop her off there and let the doctors do their thing. You’ll be back with her the day after and she might be frolicking in flowers by then.”
    Peter nods excitedly, “Really?!”

“Yeah, we got a deal?”

Peter nods again, this time frantically, “Yes! Yes! Deal!”

Tony looks down at his hand that is still stuck to the door and sighs, “Alright, can you just-” He motions at the web and Peter apologizes, moving towards Tony to cut him free.

    A day later, Peter had convinced you to go with him and Tony back to the facility. You sat in a horrid white hospital gown on a bed covered in white sheets. You were in a room that looked like an infirmary, everything was white and clean.

    Peter sat in a chair by your bedside, holding onto your hand because he knew that you were scared for the procedure. He stroked the back of your hands with his thumb, the motion calming you slightly. After a few minutes, you pulled your joined hands into your lap so that you could play with his fingers. Peter had chuckled at you softly, gazing up at your face in wonder. He watched as your fingers intertwined with his and then let go as you played gently with them. His gaze shifted to your face, watching as a few strands of hair fell in front of your eyes. Before you could reach up to fix them, Peter reached the hand that you did not have in your lap up towards your face. His fingers softly brushed the hairs behind your ear, the intimate gesture sending shivers down your back. When your eyes connected, both of you began to stare into each other's’ eyes. This tended to happen a lot between the two of you and it had become a habit for you to just spend some days laying in his bed and staring into his eyes.

It was no secret that the two of you liked each other, almost everyone knew; except the two of you. Both of you were painfully oblivious to each other’s feelings.

The moment was interrupted when Tony softly knocked on the frame of the door, “Hey Parker, it’s time to go.”

Peter nodded, not looking away from your eyes, “Can you give us a minute, Mr. Stark. I want to say goodbye.”
    Tony nodded and left the room, leaving Peter to let go of your hand. Feeling upset and scared about what was about to happen, you reached your hand back out in fear that Peter would slip away. You whimpered slightly and Peter quickly brought his hand back to yours. He looked down at your face and sighed softly, as he did not want to leave you here for the biggest medical procedure you’d ever been through. He felt bad that he had to leave you here to experience this by yourself.

“Hey baby,” He whispered softly, “It’s okay. I’m still here.”

You nodded, grasping his pointer finger with your own and squeezing. Peter looked down at your entwined fingers and smiled softly.

“I’m going to be gone for a while, baby? But I promise I will be back when you wake up, okay?” Peter whispered.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and nodded, “Okay.”

Peter looked at you and dropped his hands to grasp both sides of your face. He placed a kiss on the crown of your head, like he always did, but this time a lingered. You grasped his sides, burying your face in his stomach. You inhaled deeply. Taking in the scent of him so that you would never forget what he smelled like.

Peter chuckled and reminded himself to leave his sweatshirt at the door before he left.

“I love you, Peter,” you whispered into his shirt.

“I love you too, baby.”

Even though the words were spoken, both of you knew that the sentimental words were just spoken platonically (at the moment). Even though both of you wanted more, you still loved each other as friends more than anyone could ever imagine.

Peter took one last glance at your form before stepping out the door, his mind not leaving the thought of you the entire time.

When you finally woke up from your slumber, it was dark out. You had been moved from the infirmary, and instead moved into a bigger, more comfortable room. This one, instead of having white sheets and white walls, had light blue sheets, and dark blue walls.

Sitting up straighter in your bed, you looked over at the desk on the other side of the room. On top of the wooden desk, was a glass of water.

You sighed when you realized you would have to get up to reach the water.

When you moved one of your legs to the side of the bed, you froze.

You just moved your leg.


    Immediately, you moved the other one so that it was beside the first. They hung over the edge of the bed, swinging back and forth with no pain or restriction.

Looking at you feet moving back and forth like this, brought tears to your eyes.

You let out a sob of happiness before you slid off the bed.

Landing on solid ground and being able to hold yourself up, made another sob escape your mouth. Tears of joy slid down your face and you tentatively took a step forward.

You could walk again.

Moving towards the door, you practically skipped. Of course, it took a few moments to remember how to even move your legs properly, but after that you were able to move towards the door without a problem.

When you reached the handle, you turned it to the side so that you could step out into the hallway. Your sock clad feet made little noise as you took a step out.

The room outside yours was much bigger, there were many hallways and other rooms across the way. You knew you were still in the facility because no hospital could afford something this lavish.

When you finally stepped fully outside the room, you turned to face the hallway to your right. You wiped the tears off your face, but you were sure that your face was still splotchy and red; but you could not care less.

After you took your first step, you noticed another form in a gray sweater turn the corner. His hair was fluffy instead of the combed way it usually was, but you thought he couldn’t have looked more handsome. He had a few bruises dotted across his skin, but your eyes were locked on his face. He had not noticed you yet, but the moment you let out a small cry, his head shot up.

When he looked up, he took in your form. You were standing in front of him, granted you were a far distance away, but he knew it was you anywhere.

You were standing.

Peter let his mouth drop open in shock before he whispered out one word, “Baby?”

And then you were running.

It had been so long since you moved your legs this fast, and even before you were paralyzed you did not think you could have moved this fast. Your legs were pumping, moving quickly as you tried to get to Peter faster. He had thankfully gotten the hint and began a jog towards you, obviously in a small amount of pain, but he did not care. All he saw was you. You standing and running. Moving on the legs you thought you would never move on again.

Finally closing the distance between the two of you, you jumped into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he grabbed you by your waist and let out a cry of joy. He squeezed your hips and pressed his face into your neck and left small kisses there.

“You can walk!” He cried out, tears leaking onto your skin.

    “I can walk!” You responded with an equal amount of joy. You buried your face into his hair and let some of your own tears fall.

    In a moment of bliss, Peter lifted his face from your neck and pressed his lips to yours.

    He let you drop your feet back onto the ground, keeping his hands on your waist. He pressed his lips feverishly to yours, crushing your body to his. You responded with equal energy, lifting your hands to run them through his hair. He licked at your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you quickly granted. Peter smiled through the kisses, mirroring the one you had one your own lips. Slowly, he raised one of his hands and ran it up your body. He brushed it along your waist, up your side and onto your shoulder. From there, he reached up and grasped the one buried in his hair. When he did so, he grabbed it, pulling it down so that he could intertwine his pointer finger with his.

    From the other side of the room, Tony stood watching the reunion with tears forming in his eyes. Though he would never admit it, he had cried and called Steve later that day.

anonymous asked:

Hey, how would the brothers comfort their and help their s/o through a hard depressive state? (I'm going through one rn and it is honestly the worst I have had in months)

This goes out to all of you struggling with depression and going through a hard time. (。•́︿•̀。) Better days will come.


He’s super excited to see you and probably has a million new stories and just as many stupid ideas to tell you about, but he instantly stops goofing around as soon as he notices something’s not okay with you. His expression turns serious and he kind of contemplates on what to do for a moment when he sees you’re deliberately trying to avert his gaze, but he decides to go for it anyway. Touching your hand gently, he starts caressing your skin with his thumb and softly interlocking your fingers, and the gesture makes you look at him by instinct.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks in that sweet tone of voice, and he’s smiling at you, but it’s not his usual cheeky, playful smile. It’s soft and full of love and also makes you want to cry for some reason. The fact that you’re not replying leads him to the conclusion that you’re battling yet one of those days again, but he asks if anything particular happened to make sure, as he leads you into a preferably empty room. He drags a blanket out of the closet and grabs his favorite snack from who knows where it’s the safest in the Matsuno household. He insists on sharing it with you, regardless of you having appetite or not.

Asks you if you want him to hold you for a while, and he either pulls you up to his chest and lets you cry or just feel miserable as he strokes your back soothingly, or just lays down by your side with the newest volume of the manga he’s currently reading to keep you company. Won’t really ask you to talk about it, because he knows at this point that there are no specific explanations and you don’t know the answer either.


He had tried everything so far, buying you flowers, your favorite food, bringing you small animals (he ended up with bruises and scratches all over his arms), singing you a song, writing you a song, etc., but even though you smiled at him and told him he’s really sweet and caring, none of them seem to have actually… worked. You have to explain to him the feeling just comes and goes, and nothing can really make you feel better, at least not in the sense Karamatsu thinks, and he listens intently, wanting to understand your struggles. He decides to stick with whatever can get you to forget about your current state, even if it’s just for a little while, so expect him to continue to bring surprise gifts and shower you with love and affection.

He makes sure you eat and drink well, because “non, non, you have to stay hydrated, darling”. If the weather is great, he takes you up to the rooftop, accompanied with his guitar, and sings soft lullabies to you until you doze off in the sunlight.

He’s very good at making you feel loved and appreciated, and he will tell you over and over how wonderful he thinks you are and how much you mean to him. You know that even if he whole world is against you, at least Karamatsu is by your side.


He probably gets super anxious at the beginning of the relationship, because he doesn’t know what to do, fidgeting around nervously when you ask him to stay by your side, and it probably makes you feel even more horrible seeing him like that, so he does his best to research upon the subject and try to understand what you’re going through the logical way. When he knows what he’s doing, he turns into a doting mother: reminds you to take your pills (if you take any), makes sure you have at least some food in your stomach, and finds a quiet place where you can be alone together.

He offers to watch a movie with you on Totty’s laptop, and he lets you get comfortable in his embrace, but he will be sure to position himself so he could still reach your hand. Keeps holding and rubbing it soothingly the entire time, and he will also glance at you from time to time to make sure you’re properly immersed in the story, because, hey, getting your mind off of whatever’s going inside your head seemed to have helped him in the past, too.

Since he’s also struggling with irrational thoughts on an everyday basis, he’s the perfect person to actually try and talk to about what or how you feel. He will be sure to prove you how illogical is what your brain is whispering to you. Comes over to your place more frequently to see if there’s any housework he can help with.


You’re probably the one who made him realize he’s suffering from the same thing, and you’ve been even closer since. You taught him various ways of how to make it feel less terrible, and he shared you his coping mechanisms in return. He knows exactly what to do when he finds you in another really depressive state.

Surprisingly enough, he is the one that tries to make you put effort into the smallest things, like eating a good meal or taking a shower, because he knows they will at least physically make you feel a little better. Offers you a nice, long nap, the proper kind, with pillows and a futon, and he either holds you close or just flings a leg over yours and puts your hands together, depending on how you’re feeling. When you wake up, he insists you take a walk in the sunset. Jyushimatsu often drags him out when he feels particularly shitty, and in the end, no matter how much pain in the butt it felt to even get dressed for it, he’s always somewhat glad he did so, and he figrues it’s gonna be the same for you, too. You two hold hands as you walk along the river, slowly, steadily, lazily, stopping by to pet cats on the way.


The first time he sees you have a breakdown, it completely breaks his heart. Your smile and laughter means everything to him, and he tries so desperately to find something that makes you feel happy again. He makes funny faces, brings you food, carries you around your favorite places in town, carries you up a mountain to show you a beautifully blossoming tree, he would literally bring down the stars for you, but soon he has to realize none of these will help with your kind of sadness.

After consulting probably either Choromatsu or Ichimatsu, he now knows how to approach the situation, and he comes up with a very Jyushimatsu idea of how to keep your company.  Whenever you feel so overwhelmed and terrible you don’t even want to talk to anyone, but still crave human interaction and some sort of validation of your existence, he lays next to you and draws. Draws himself riding something that vaguely reminds you of a dolphin to battle. Draws hilariously hideous stick figures of his brothers and makes a funny story with them as the protagonists. His art gets more and more detailed until it shifts into ridiculously detailed caricatures. You reply with your drawings or complete his masterpieces, and it makes you feel like you’re a kid again, passing funny notes to each other in class – it feels somewhat liberating. You two fool around and laugh, even if it’s not a 100% happy laughter, it’s at least there.

When Jyushimatsu sees that ugly dark cloud get the better of you no matter how hard he tries to distract you from it, he brings a blanket and rolls both you and himself up into a burrito, and declares nap time. Just sleeping next to him might make you feel a little better when you wake up.


He thinks about what would he appreciate someone did for him if he ever were in your shoes, and tries to act accordingly. For starters, he would love to be pampered to death, obviously, so he, the spoiled littlest brother, buys, or sometimes even makes you sweets, and does your laundry, and washes the dishes and takes out the trash. Impressive, isn’t it? It makes Totty happy, too, because not only is he helping you, but he also feels like he’s taken the first step towards independence.  

And secondly, skincare has never betrayed or disappointed him, so he suggests you put face masks on and just chill with some drinks and stare at the ceiling or watch stupid talk shows you can make fun of. The next step is putting on makeup – if you usually wear makeup, then because of that, and if you don’t, then because of that. There’s no wrong time or place to be beautiful, Totty claims, and trust him, he’s got skills when it comes to applying that foundation and mascara. He knows how to put on a killer winged liner, and he can make it look feminine, masculine, or even neutral.

He snuggles up to you once you’re finished, scrolling through his feed on his phone and showing you all the stupid stuff and the cute animals, and you two end up watching funny videos until both of you doze off.

Tried out Spock makeup on myself this time. Much happier with this method, and it only took one hour.

So you want those slanted eyebrows but don’t wanna shave off half your real eyebrows? Steps to achieve an okay look.

You’ll need:
-Nose putty (also called fx wax or molding wax) (do not use liquid latex, I tried and it’s useless for this)
-Powder (loose or compact doesn’t matter)
-Eyeshadow in the shade you want the vulcan eyebrows to be
-Small spatula or butter knife
-Small eyeshadow brush
-Makeup/powder brushes of your choice

1. Cover half your eyebrow with nose putty. Apply it along your actual eyebrow with a non sharp knife and then smooth it out with your fingers. The body heat makes the wax smoother and easier to shape. You may have to apply several layers. Apply with long strokes, don’t dab it. Keep going until the surface is smooth and no hairs are sticking out.
2. Cover the putty with makeup powder
3. Apply concealer along the putty
4. Powder again
5. Apply foundation along your whole eyebrow area and all the way down to your eyelid (this is so the surface is dry for when you’re applying the eyeshadow, liner etc later)
6. Powder all the foundation you just applied
7. Draw on the vulcan eyebrow with some kind of liquid colour, I used an eyeshadow brush with eyeshadow and water. A solid pen will put too much pressure on the wax and tear it up.
At least with the eyebrows, but the rest isn’t that tricky. :)

Hope this was helpful! I might do a makeup video with this plus the complete face if you’re interested

Let me tell you this.

I am Asian Chinese. However, my skin is even whiter than some western people. When applying makeup, my foundation is one or two color lighter than my American classmates because only that color matches my skin. I don’t have any disease, and born with white skin color. DOES THIS MAKE MY NOT ASIAN? DOES THIS MAKE MY NOT CHINESE?

If you draw me with yellow skin, are you respecting or not respecting me?

Let’s have a look at another question. 

There is a hispanic figure in a fantasy world, and he was astonishingly beautiful with his brown skin, in fact, he was one of the most stunning character I have ever seen. However, due to certain accident, his skin color unfortunately changed to white or grey or whatever else. DOES THIS MAKE HIM NOT HISPANIC? 

If you draw his skin after accident to be brown, are you respecting or not respecting him? 

Idiot (Peter Parker x Sister!Reader)

Originally posted by teamunderoos

(CACW) Peter Parker x Sister!Reader

could you do a one-shot with Peter Parker, where you’re his fraternal/dizygotic twin, and when Tony comes to visit him, you’re there before Peter comes home from school and you’re jsut really sassy and funny and stuff and when he comes back you follow him and tony to his room (Because you already know he’s spider-man) and he’s all nervous and stuttery because of Tony and your just standing there like “Dude, this is THE Tony Stark, stop being an idiot” and Tony takes a liking to you because you’re so sassy

I’m so sorry, this took so long and I’m sorry for making you wait. But I found this request really interesting. Hope you guys enjoy!

“Brother!” you yelled, running loudly through the hallway. “Where are you?” The pictures hanging on the walls rattled from your loud voice. You thumped your feet loudly down the stairs, knowing that that would piss off your brother. You hopped off the last three steps, crashing noisily on your feet. You huffed, crossing your arms. Your science paper was due in three days, and you needed your nerdy twin to ‘help’ you out. Meaning, making Peter write most of your essay for you.

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lucaorduesorlem  asked:

Elias, Luca, and Yukiya's headcannon of MC doing their makeup. Like how they react to the question and how they react through the process of getting the makeup done. And then just how they react seeing it in the mirror.

We are going to make this after they graduate

- He was washing the dishes when you asked
- “Hey, Elias! Can I do your make up?”
- “What? No!”
- “Whyyyy?”
- “Because that’s weird…”
- Super embarrassed
- After lots of persuading and pleading, Elias finally agreed and sat down
- You started applying the foundation
- He has a red face when you start
- Asks lots of question about all the cosmetics
- Elias will start freaking out once you do eyeliner though
- “If you would just sit still..”
- Once all the moving around is finally done, you bring a mirror to his face
- Turns bright red and puts the mirror down almost immediately
- “Looks awful now get this off me.”
- Deep down though Elias has to admit it looks good and he at least got to spend time with you
- Will hug you afterwards but will also get the make up off

- You were both cuddled on the couch talking when an idea popped into your head
- “Luca, I’m going to do your make up.”
- “Okay?…”
- Yea you won’t even ask
- You have him sit down and then start applying it
- “What does this do?”
- “That’s eye shadow.”
- He has very few questions and he sits still while you do it
- When you gave him a mirror he grinned a little.
- “What are you doing?”
- “You’ll see.”
- Luca applied lipstick to his lips then kissed you making sure to smudge it on yours
- “Luca!”
- He started kissing you all over the face while you giggled
- Luca wouldn’t mind doing to again if it means kisses

- “Yukiya?”
- “Yea?”
- He was currently lying in bed reading a book when you popped your head out from the bathroom
- “Come here!”
- “Sure..” Yukiya got up and walked over to you
- You grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom making him sit down on the chair at the vanity you had
- “Can I do your make up?” You asked in a sweet voice and wrapped your arms around him
- Such a sneak. He couldn’t give into that so he said yes
- When you first started he just stared forward with a blank expression
- No questions asked he wasn’t all that interested
- You turned the chair around to face the vanity’s mirror
- A small smile formed on his face
- “Looks good, love.”
- You smiled proudly but you didn’t see him get up and kiss you softly

I hope you enjoy it! So fluffy and cute!

Basic guide to concealer

I feel like I’ve never properly explained the different types of concealers and their uses before, so I thought I might do that now. 

The first thing to remember is that when it comes to concealer  one size does not fit all so to speak. What I mean by that is one concealer wont work for everything. 

In general there are three main types of concealer you might want to have. Those are: under eye concealer, tone correcting concealer, and a face concealer. 

Under eye concealer:

a concealer for under your eyes should be a thinner formulation , thick or creamy ones tend to crease. It should also be slightly more yellow or orange as well as a shade or two lighter than your skin tone. The yellow/orange tones with help cancel out blue/purple circles, and the lighter shade will help brighten. You can also get concealers with light reflecting particles which work especially well for under eyes.  

under eye concealer can also sometimes be used as a highlight when contouring the face as long as it’s not extremely yellow or orange.

An under eye concealer should never be used on blemishes/bumps as it will only emphasize them rather than hide them.

Tone correcting concealers: 

Tone correcting concealers are used to even out skin tone/discoloration. These come in strange colors such as green,blue,red… The most commonly used one is green as green is used to cancel out redness. Blue cancels out orange tones and red cancels out green tones. 

Tone correcting concealers should only be applied to the areas you want to cancel out, not all over.  Unlike under eye concealer and face concealer, tone correcting concealer should be applied before foundation.

Face concealer:

Face concealer is commonly used along with a tone correcting concealer to cover blemishes. It is important that your face concealer matches your skin tone and foundation. An even tone is what will hide blemishes or acne. If it doesn’t match it wont work as well.  Face concealers can have a thicker formulation. The thicker the formulation the more coverage it will give. 

only use face concealer on problem areas that remain after applying foundation. When applying it to blemished dot a tiny amount directly on the blemish and pat to blend.

All concealers should be set with a powder afterwards.


Okay, so as we all know, MUFE decided to shatter the game and create an even better foundation for the new technology in HD cameras. This foundation works in 4K ultra HD and what that means is basically, I can zoom in 4x into your skin and you will still look bare faced and flawless AF. 

However, I ran into a few problems when I first started using the product and really didn’t like it when I first applied it. I was lucky enough to get some insider tips and tricks on the best ways to apply the foundation and why it works best in that particular way. This is right from the mouth of the pro-artists (at least in the NY region!) at Makeup Forever: 

1) If you’re using a Skin Equalizer as your primer, specifically for color correction, apply with a flat foundation brush to make sure the color correcting primer is even throughout the skin and is completely dry before you apply the foundation. Then apply your primer or equalizer for texture. Let them both (or whatever primer you used) to sit for a minute to really set into the skin to reduce redness, sallowness, discoloration, or/and texture. 

2) Less is more, I believe it’s one pump or two pumps is good for the whole face. Start with one and go from there. 

3) THE MOST IMPORTANT HACK/TIP: Use the ‘tap and stretch’ technique. We were trained on this when the foundation launched. This foundation applies best with a flat foundation brush BECAUSE the pigments in the foundation are encapsulated in spheres. The best way to describe it is like, the spheres are like the little eggs you see on top of sushi, if you apply too much pressure, they pop. You don’t want these spheres to pop or you get a less even and airbrush looking coverage. You do not want to use a beauty blender or a buffing motion or else the spheres will burst and the foundation will not lay as evenly on your skin or evenly over texture. SO, subsection of three is as follows:

- Take some product onto your your flat foundation brush and tap it where you need the most coverage, this normally the center of the face or where you carry the most ‘hot spots’. 

- When you’re satisfied with the coverage, take your flat foundation brush and pull from where you just placed the product and stretch the foundation to where you need less coverage. Sort of like pulling from the center of a flower to the petals, the perimeter of your face being the petals. 

- If there are parts of your face the need extra coverage, do not be afraid to tap more where you need it, but stretch the edges out to bled. If applied right, it should all look even. 

4) Give the product a few minutes to melt if you have dry or textured skin. This foundation does the opposite of ‘baking’. The way it’s made allows it to melt itself to the skins temperature and even itself out over time. So if you have dry or textured skin, give it a couple minutes to smooth over the texture and you will see it have a different effect than before. This was my biggest issue with the product! I hated the finish! But I didn’t apply it right, nor did I wait to set it. 

5) You don’t need hella powder, just roll the powder on with either a soft kabuki brush or a big powder brush. But remember, I said roll. You wanna be super gentle when setting so it doesn’t get gross. Like I said before, wait a little bit to set so you can really let it meld to your skins temperature and type. Let them become friends. Be one with the Ultra HD, BE THE ULTRA HD. 

So yeah, this is your friend Stef telling you how to live your cosmetic life and be the HD glamour god(dess) you always knew ya could be. 

#1 BSM you think he likes your twin more pt 1(luke)

Y/T/N- your twin name


you woke up to y/t/n shaking you

“what is it?” you asked grogilly,as you were not so much of a morning person,well you kind of were but you spent most of last night completing your assignment

“get up bitch!luke’s taking me
out ” she said harshly and went of the room

‘was i invited?’ you thought to yourself

you got up,brushed you teeth and hair,changed your pajamas into daily wearing decent clothes and put your hair up in a simple ponytail

you got out of you bedroom and went down the stair to the breakfast table

you greeted your siblings,ben,jack,y/tn,and luke since they were the only ones home although luke never really wished back and had always made a clear point of his hatred towards you,never by words,but actions speak louder than words.


thats when y/t/n said,rather announced “lukeys taking me out because i got an A,aren’t you lukey? ” she said and asked luke with puppy dog eyes

“that i am princess” luke answered smiling.you smiled to yourself thinking about the days that luke used to have that name for you,when he loved you so much you were the happiest person on earth.but all of a sudden he became really distant you tried to find out ways as for why it was that but never figured and got ignored so you eventually just left trying.

it would be a lie if you said you didn’t envy y/t/n and wanted to be her,you did hate her because she was nothing but a bitch to you,but somewhere you felt happy for her,since she could have the brother you now couldn’t. yes you had ben and jack but they had settled down and led heir own life,they did love you loads but they just visited so it was not the same.

“can i come?” you asked timidly,you didn’t really know why you even did ask,maybe it could mean spending a bit of time with luke but whatever it was you did ask.

y/t/n scrunched her nose in disgust “i just told you it was for y/t/n she is the one who got an A,you are so bloody dumb I don’t even know if you pass or not,and don’t you just get I DO NOT LIKE YOU!!! just get over it and leave me alone ok? just get lost somewhere” he yelled real loud,that loud that it made you flinch away.

“okay” you said just above a whisper

“I’ll go to my room” you whispered barely audible

“like i care” luke sassed you went up the stars you didn’t even look at ben and jack because you knew they would have sympathetic faces,but you knew they would not scold luke,not because they did'nt want to,they so freaky did,it was because you had made them swear on your life not to.

you went up to your room and sat on your bed.the tears threatening to fall . That is when y/t/n came up and said to you with a smirk on her face “ready for luke to hate you even more?” you gave her a confused look

she threw her head backwards and screamed luke’s name and started to fake cry

after a few seconds luke came rushing in and picked her up

“I asked her what happened and she punched me and threw me on the wall"she lied fake sobbing,luke turned around and screamed "y/n you fuckin bitch,why are you like this,how the fuck can you be so frickin jealous of your own sister,she gets to go out because she gets an A okay? Just accept the fact tgat you are just way too dumb for it and don’t try to act all innocent I know what you do to y/t/n ,I know about the bullying you do to her,the calling of names and stealing of friends,you are such a bitch now!..i seriously have no idea why you even have to be my sister like all of our lives would have been SO much easier without you,if only y/t/n was born without a twin,oh how i wish for that,did'nt you get it i LOVED you,PAST TENSE!but then I got to know who you really are and hell you are one bitchy slutty whore aren’t you”

all she said was a lie she put herself on your place and made up a story.By now you were sobbing quietly but brought up a strong facade to answer back and started yelling.

“she is the one who gets bullied, huh? she is the one who gets called names?she is the one who loses friends?she is the one who gets good grades? luke if you could only see she is the one who bloody bullies me,she is the one who stole MY friends,she calls me names,all her bullying led me to wearing bracelets and applying foundation on my wrist and when she found out all she told me was to cut deeper and i’m sorry if i was born I’m sorry okay i know you wish me gone,and I get it all right you have made it rather clear and just so you know luke she didn’t just steal my other friends she stole my best friend who was always there for me and loved and care for me and if you’re confused about who it was.it was you luke,not now,but once upon a time"you said cried out and after that you said in a hushed tone "and i’m sorry i cannot be perfect and good enough for you,i really am and if i could i would really do something about me not being born,at least it would be one thing i could do to make you happy” when you looked up to lukes face he was in utter shock and then you realized what you had said you covered your mouth with your face even though tears streamed down your face you mumbled a “i’m sorry” and rushed to your room.after a few seconds there were knocks on your door.

pt. 2 will be put up

requests are allllwwwaaayyyss open for bsm,preferences or imagines:)