whisper lipstick

Leading Suspects: Epilogue

Well, here we are. It’s been quite the journey, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it, especially you, @peetabreadgirl! There’s a strong chance I’d be crying in the corner over something fic related without you in my life. Clearly, you’re my Johanna. ;-) The story will be up on AO3 and FF.net in its entirety by the end of the week. I’ve been posting chapters five at a time, so if you follow me over there, I apologize for the flood of notification e-mails. Will make one more post here once it’s complete on the other sites. Smutty MCSmutterson out!

“Do you think they’ll serve pie?”

“Don’t eat the strawberry if they do. Just to be safe.” I smother my laughter at this and lean back against the trunk of the apple tree I scaled half an hour ago, the speakers below me unaware of my presence.

The funny thing about gossip and scandal is that it’s a stupid, fickle thing. Two years after I returned to Twelve Willows to propose a joint Daily Fix and bakery franchise to Peeta and ask him out for real, so much has already changed, and yet so much remains the same.

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We are the finaglers. The exceptions. The girls who have not run
the mile in four years,
who layer deep V-necks with excuses. Eyelashes bat
wiffle balls at the male gym teachers.

We are the girls taught to survive by using our bodies
as swiss army knives,
calculated scrunched nose giggles and friendly forearm lingers

We convince ourselves there is protection in being polite.

No, you go first. Girls: we have to be nice.

Male kindness is so alien we assume it is seduction
every time.

We remember age 9, the first time we are catcalled.

12, fraudulent bodies calling us women before
we have the chance to.

13, the year dad says wearing short skirts in the city
is like driving without a seatbelt.

15, we are the unmarked tardies, waived detentions, honorable
mentions in lush floral dresses.

16, we are the public school mannequins.

17, we know the answer but do not raise our hands.

Instead, we are answering to guidance counselors who ask us, Well,
what were you wearing?
Their voices: clink-less toasts.

We are let off the hook from hall monitors, retired football coaches
who blow kisses and whisper
Little Miss Lipstick into our ears in the high school cafeteria. We shiver,
but hey- at least we still get away without wearing our student ID’s.

This is not female privilege; this is survival of the prettiest.

We are playing the first game we learned how to.

We are the asses smacked by boys who made welcome
mats of our yoga pants.

We are easily startled. Who wouldn’t be?
We are barked at from the street.

We are the girls petrified of the business school boys
who were taught to manifest success
by refusing to take no for an answer.

And I wonder what it says about me that I feel pretty in a dress,
but powerful in a suit.

If misogyny has been coiled inside of me for so long
I forget I will not stand before an impatient judge
with an Adam’s apple, hand grasping gavel, ready to pound
a wooden mark. Give me a God I can relate to. Commandments
from a voice both soft and powerful.

Give me one accomplishment of Mary’s that did not involve her vagina.

Give me decisions, a wordless wardrobe, an opinion-
less dress.

Give me a city where my body is not public property.

Once, my friend and I got catcalled
on Michigan avenue
and she said Fuck You
while I said Thank You, like I was trained to.

—  GIRL CODE 101,  Blythe Baird
What the Hogwarts houses remind me of
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Gryffindor:</b> metallic gold party crowns, fireworks, the feeling in your stomach during your first kiss, laughing so hard your stomach aches from trying to hold it in, sparklers, hands covered in paint, eating so much it feels like your stomach is going to split, red lipstick, whispers that are too loud to really be whispers, bubblegum, electronic music, loud curses, talking through a smile, autumn<p/><b>Slytherin:</b> winged eyeliner, looking that boy in the eye and telling him no, little black dresses, dark glitter, well-presented powerpoints, smirks, sophisticated parties, champagne, flashing eyes, smoke, Melanie Martinez, deadly smiles, all-black sneakers, dark downtown streets, the feeling that you succeeded at a task, the smell of evergreen or pine trees, winter<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> messy desks, single light bulbs hanging above working spaces, eating a small meal alone in a cozy kitchen, the rush you get from a sudden idea, pencil skirts, confident walks, tight buns in your hair, high heels that click on the floor when you walk, serious attitudes, well-thought-out comebacks, daydreaming, messy handwriting, overthinking small things, drinking cup after cup of coffee, nails bitten short, white teeth, ribbons in your hair<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> wildflowers, rosy cheeks, letting your friend cry on your shoulder, bright smiles, acoustic music, folk festivals, rolling hills, blue skies, the warmth of sunlight, bottling up feelings so you don't offend people, sitting on countertops, early mornings in the city, the glow of hard work, humility, seeing the best in people, quiet humor, spring, farmer's markets, waking up with a warm feeling after dreaming about someone you love, hayrides<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

Imagine Loki watching you put on makeup before you go out. You don’t notice him standing at the door as you put on your foundation, eye makeup, concealer, contour, and lipstick, and he somehow manages to sneak up and hugs you from behind. “You must teach me how you learned this magic,” he whispers in your ear and studies your face in the mirror. “You changed your own perfection and delicately painted it, but you don’t need that paint,” he says. 

The next day you sit down with Loki and teach him about makeup and how to apply it, along with teaching him about the color wheel and that blue mascara and yellow eyeshadow does not go with red lipstick in that way. 

House of Cards - m.

“It’s risky again, it’s dangerous, so bad…

A house made of cards with us inside, the end is visible, it’s unstable.”

member: Jeon Jungkook 

genre: smut, angst, slight fluff? 

warnings: nsfw, cheating, rough sex, mentions of depression later on

 words count: 2.6k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (Last Part)

Originally posted by banqhim

She looked at herself in the mirror and brushed away the smudged mascara under her eyes. The dress she was wearing hugged her figure perfectly, however it started to get really uncomfortable. ‘Forget about him’, she thought and applied the red lipstick on her plump lips. She checked the mirror one more time, smiling to her self confidently and walked out of the restroom. 

The loud bass thundered in her ears as she stepped out. The unusual smell lingered in the air. Alcohol. The night club was crowded with sweaty bodies rubbing against each other and the heavy smell of cheap liquor from the bar. She sat back down on the chair and tapped her fingers with the music rhythm. “Hello, gorgeous. Would you like another drink?” The bartender smiled and winked at her. 

“One more bourbon, please.” 

“Make it two.” 

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I got tagged by @craske !!! Thank you so much I love doing these!!

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better
Relationship status: Dating a wonderful person that you can find right there  > @somnifra  ❤💖💕
Favourite color(s): Red, lavender, purple, grey, baby blue, gold (whispers silver)
Lipstick or chapstick: Lipstick!! I can’t stand chapstick. I hate the texture. I don’t wear lipstick outside because I want to pass, y’know, but sometimes when I stay inside I put on makeup for fun and I love lipsticks!
Last song I listened to: ,,,,, Leather Pants,,,,, LOOK I’M TRYING TO DRAW BAKURA AND IT PUTS ME IN THE MOOD OKAY
Last movie I watched: Honestly I don’t think I’ve watched a full movie since I saw The Beauty And The Beast at the theater a few months ago
Top 3 TV shows: … Do cartoons count? Gravity Falls, X-Men Evolution, and I like The 100 too even tho I’m not really far!
Top 3 characters: Sighs… Silver the Hedgehog. Dirk Strider. and huh… Heather Mason I’d say?
Top 3 ships: CHERIK (Charles Xavier / Erik or Professor X / Magneto). Erisol (Eridan Ampora / Sollux Captor), Sonadow (Sonic / Shadow).
Books I am currently reading: I haven’t read a books in literal years lmfao but I need to buy a book about meditation before I go to a clinic the 31st.
Tag: Please note you’re not obligated to do this if you don’t want to!

@somnifra @maehaps @bigmoneyhustlas @borderlinemagnus @drunktalon@chiquitosilver @varvna @rogueofcreations and @coralide !!!

Fated to Break

This is a requested BTS Jungkook x Reader Angst Scenario.

Hi guys! I hope you like this read.

Originally posted by jeonbase

He comes home smelling like perfume. The sweet scent taunts you. Suddenly, his arms embracing you didn’t feel as nice. Suddenly, you could feel your whole world crumble away. You back out of his arms and offer him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. The question burns at the back of your throat.

“How was your day?” you ask. For once, you wish that you could have the courage to ask him. For once, you wish that he would have the courage to tell you the truth.

“It was fun. The new choreography is a challenge. But I think I can accomplish it,” he answers. His eyes are big and innocent. His eyes slightly sparkled. But no matter how innocent he seems, you knew the truth that hides behind his big eyes.

And no matter how much you wish that you had the courage to call him out, you knew that it would only make you a hypocrite.

“You can do anything, Jungkook.” You beam a prideful smile at him as you stroke his arm. “I’m sure you can accomplish it.”

He is staring at your neck. It makes you want to fidget but you know doing so would just prove his suspicion. Instead, you focus your eyes on the screen on your phone. You mindlessly scroll through your Instagram, not really paying attention to anything.

His fingertips just barely brush against the light purple spot on the base of your neck. You had tried to cover it with make up but you had never been to good with that. You suck in a breath as his fingers just ghost above your skin.

“Jungkook?” you breathe. You look up at him, but his eyes are glaring hard at the spot. The focused look makes him look bolder, manlier, deadly.

Before you could process the change, his lips  are on the spot and then he bites down.

You are tossing the laundry into the machine. “Why do you own so many white shirts?” you mumble as you glance down at the basket that seems to be just filled with white t shirts. A pink mark on one of the shirts catches your attention.

You bring the shirt up to your eyes so you could analyze the mark. “Lipstick…” you whisper to yourself. A smirk forms on your lips as an idea comes to you. You hurriedly toss the rest of the clothes into the washer.

“I bought a new shade of lipstick. Do you like it?” You pucker your lips at him and smile. You were both waiting in line to buy movie tickets.

Jungkook blinks at you. His eyes shows recognition as he looks at the pink shade on your lips. “It’s pretty.” he answers in a dull voice as he feigns disinterest.

“You don’t like it?” you ask, a solemn look falls on your face.

“No-No. That’s not it,” he stutters out. He wraps his arms around your shoulder and pulls you into his side. “I like it,” he restates.

“You don’t sound like you like it,” you retort. “Does it look bad on me? I guess the color doesn’t work for everyone.” You pout.

“You’re pretty. You’re always pretty.” he argues. “I like the lipstick. Okay?” he kisses you as if to prove his point. The kiss is short and quick since you are in public. “You make anything pretty.”

You turn your head to look to the side as if being bashful. But truthfully, you were hiding the smirk on lips.

You laughter quickly died out when Jungkook appears on the other side of the front door. “Oh, Jungkook! You’re home early,” you comment. You push your body away from the guy behind you.

“Practice ended early,” he answers. His eyes are fixated on the guy behind you. He glares at him as you pretend not to notice. “Who’s he?”

“Oh. This is just a coworker. He dropped off a document I need.” You hand reaches up to touch the guys arm as you spoke. Jungkook eyes immediately switch focus to your hand.

“You don’t need to go inside in order to drop off a document.” Jungkook comments, he raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms.

“I offered him some tea!” you explained. “He was just leaving anyways,” you give him a slight push. Jungkook steps asides to let the guy out. He glares at his back as the guy walks down the hallway.

You almost want to laugh at the way he is staring at the bed. He stood just at the edge of it, eyeing it suspiciously. As if he were scared that touching the sheets would make his skin would burn off.

You laid across it, staring up at Jungkook. “He didn’t even come in this room,” you finally comment.

Jungkook finally meets your eyes. His gaze holds an unasked questioned. He bites down on his bottom lip.

Was you comment a confession?

“We just had tea, Jungkook. Nothing happened,” you pat the spot besides you. “Come on, you must be sleepy.”

He sighs as he gives in. He drops to the spot next to you. He’s body is tensed, as if he’s not sure if he wants to get comfortable. You could tell that he is actually pondering about going back to the dorms instead.

You sigh as you move closer to him and wrap yourself around his body. “Quit being so difficult,” you whine as you lay your head on his chest. “We only shared tea.”

When did this become a game? Who could cheat the most blatantly? Who would call the other out on it first? Who would confess first?

Leopard print panties. You would never own such a pair. Yet, somehow there is a pair mixed up in your laundry. Oh how daring. You glared down at the pair, not wanting to touch it. You sigh as you drop the pile of laundry that was in your hands back into the basket to cover up the offensive item. Jungkook could do the laundry this time.

His fingers fiddled with the bracelet that wraps around your wrist. “That’s a nice bracelet,” he compliments although his tone said something different.

You chose to ignore it. “Thank you,” you smile at him. “A friend got it for me.”

It is a simple bracelet made out of string with a heart charm hanging off of it. It isn’t anything fancy. But the smile on you face as you glance at it makes Jungkook’s stomach churn.

He smirks as your bracelet is replaced with a nice platinum chain. The heart charm that hangs off of it has both of your names engraved into it.

“Oh Jungkook!” You exclaim as you stare at the new bracelet. “What is the for?” You have a smile on your lips and your eyes twinkle.

“I can’t just spoil you?” he asks. But he smirks as he subtly drops the string bracelet into the trash can. “You deserve nice things.”

“Oh she’s pretty!”

You voice startles Jungkook as you glance over his shoulder to the girl on his phone screen. He spins around to look at you. “What?” he asks.

“The girl was pretty,” you repeat with a shrug. “Is she a model?”

“N-No,” Jungkook answers. He slips his phone back into his pocket.

“Oh. I just assumed with her wearing lingerie in the picture. I thought it was a photo shoot,” you explain. You raise an eyebrow at him, challenging him. Will he finally break?

“Oh!” Jungkook exclaims. “I mean, well she models sometimes. But it’s not her main job,” he barely gets the words out and they don’t sound convincing at all. You have to bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from either laughing or crying. You weren’t exactly sure which one.

Jungkook nearly faints when he sees the box of condoms sitting in the drawer of your nightstand. He had been looking for a charger when he stumbles upon the 12 count box. He opens the box and counts out the small packets.

“Only 11,” he whispers to himself. He just finished putting all the packs back into the box when you walk into the room. “Why do you have condoms?” he asks. He mentally fist bumps himself when his question comes out without any voice cracking or word stumbling. “I mean we don’t - we haven’t used any.” he continues.

“Oh. I bought those for a gag gift! My friend’s birthday is coming soon,” you explain, not even glancing at him as walk towards your closet.

He opens his mouth to ask why was there one missing then. The question never leaves his mouth though. It stays caught in his throat as he returns the box to it’s original spot.

“I mean, at least she’s being safe,” Jin comments through tight lips. He is chopping vegetables when Jungkook came in to complain about the box of condoms he found.


“You can’t really complain because you are just doing the same thing.” he continues. His chopping gets harder as he scolds the kid.


“Honestly, I think this whole situation is a mess.” He finishes.

Jungkook sighs. Why did he even tell Jin? Of course he wouldn’t understand. This was Jin.

“I should smack you for cheating on her. But she’s also doing it so it wouldn’t be fair. Why are you guys even still in a relationship?” He drops the knife on the counter as his hands rest on his hips. “It makes no sense.”

“We love each other.” Jungkook answers defensively.

“You both have a sick way of loving then.” Jin dismisses Jungkook, claiming that he doesn’t want to hear anymore of the messed up situation.

Jungkook sighs as he drops himself on the sofa next to Namjoon.

“Look at the bright side,” Namjoon comments, having overheard the conversation. “She makes him cover up when you don’t have to,” he pats Jungkook’s back.

Jungkook grimaces at the comment before storming into his room. The door slams loudly behind him.

Jungkook had forgotten his phone when he left for practice that day. It sits on the coffee table, buzzing every minute or so. You sit on the couch, staring at it. You want to see who keeps messaging him but you tell yourself that doing that would be invading his privacy.

After another five minutes or so of constant buzzing you finally say fuck it as you snatch the phone off the table. You put in the pass code and find 30 messages from the same number. It’s just a number meaning that it isn’t saved in the phone’s contacts.

You look through the messages. It seems as if the world has stopped as you read through them. Your stomach churns. Your heart feels heavy.


You head snaps up to see Jungkook. He must have just got in. He looks at you questioningly as your grip on his phone tightens.

“Why were you going through my phone?” he asks. His eyes are big and innocent again. It makes you want to fall into his arms.

“I-” You choke on your words. You don’t exactly know what you want to say. The truth? Another lie? Another game to be played?

He takes the phone out of your grip. He glances at what you were looking at. “Oh.”

“Oh.” You copied. You eyes are fixed on the floor.

You stood in silence. Part of you wondered it this was another game. Who would acknowledge it first? Who would break first? Or if you both just did not know what to say.

“So, you broke it off with her?” you finally breath out.

“Yeah,” he answers.

You nod along. You want him to explain more. You want him to tell you what’s going on. Was the game over? Did he lose? Did you lose? What happens to your guys relationship?

“When?” you ask.

“A week ago.”

Things has been over between him in the other girl for a week. He never told you anything.


“Would you rather I continue things with her?” Jungkook questions back. His voice is defensive.

“I-” You don’t know how to answer that. No because you want him to yourself. Yes because it makes you feel less guilty about keeping your own affair. When did things get complicated?

“You don’t have to end it with him.” You finally look at him. Your eyes are widened in shock. “Just because I ended it with her doesn’t mean you have to end it with him,” he continues talking.

But you do anyways. You end it that night.

“An honest relationship? You two?” Your friend laughs at the idea when you explain the situation to her. “You guys don’t have an honest bone in your body.”

You pout as you listen to her words. “It could work!” You defend. “We love each other!”

“Do people who love each other make a game out of cheating?” she asks. She raises an eyebrow at you as she takes a sip from her cup of coffee. “Do people who love each other make a game out of manipulating other people?” she questions again.

“We didn’t-”

“You both made your affairs believe that something more could come out of it. But at the end of the day, you both knew who you weren’t ever going to leave each other. Is that not manipulation?” She explains. “You are both bad people. You deserve each other.”

“But you just said-”

“That you guys would never be able to have an honest relationship?” she finishes your sentence for you. “You won’t. That doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve each other.” She sighs as she glances out of the cafe window. “You and Jungkook. You deserve each other. Because you are bad people. But just because you deserve something, it doesn’t mean that you’ll get it.” She looks back at you to see that you are holding back tears. “Y/N, I didn’t say this to be mean.”

“I know,” you answer. “You would never be mean to me even though I am a bad person.”


“I just - We just - I - I love him,” you stutter. “And we can be honest and good people if we try. People change all the time, don’t they?”

There is a frown on her face as she agrees with you. You can tell that she doesn’t believe it. You can tell that she is lying. But you choose to ignore it.

He comes home smelling like perfume. The sweet scent taunts you. Suddenly, his arms embracing you didn’t feel as nice. Suddenly, you could feel your whole world crumble away. You back out of his arms and offer him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. The question burns at the back of your throat.

And so the game begins again. 

Pietro Maximoff Imagine: Dress
Masterlist: x

Y/n /y/l/n and body confidence were never words you would find a sentence together, y/n y/l/n and lack of body confidence however that was sentence that made sense. After years of training as a child, all through your adolescence and now as an adult, you had become a strong muscular assassin, you were in no means bodybuilder, but you were no means scrawny either. 

It used to be a rare occasion when you felt like this, the last time was months ago when Steve tried his best to comfort you, he would say things like “Y/n, you look healthy, you and Nat, you are the same, I see you as a beautiful strong woman” but Steve’s words shot like blanks. Today was different, it was your arms, the muscle definition looked like to much for a girl in your own opinion and it made you feel horrible. Normally you were not in the least fazed when you were on missions nobody was looking at you like that, they were more interested in the guns than what was holding them. But tonight, tonight you had to dress up and parade yourself out there at a fancy gala, everybody there would be looking at you and so far all your clothes made you look horrible. 

You knew the outfit needed to be a dress, and it needed to be gorgeous but right now, your floor was decorated in many, many different articles of clothing, each of them crumpled and unfolded. You couldn’t decided on which made you look somewhat decent and it was beginning to make you so frustrated to the point of crying. It was at that moment a knock at the door made reality wash back into your mind. “Is everything ok-” the sokovian accent stopped when he saw the room.

 "Whats happened, printsessa?“ he asked looking at the arrangements of gowns and dresses all laid tangled on the floor. "I just look horrible in all of them” you whispered, the makeup you had applied earlier still intact but only just as the mascara was beginning to smudge a little. Looking up eventually you saw the handsome Sokovian in a suit that made him look even more flawless than usual.

 "Printsessa, c'mon we have about half an hour before we can leave, let me help no?“ he suggested beginning to pull up dresses and hold them out in front of you, examining them for a moment before folding them onto the bed. This went on for about ten minutes or so until he saw the dress he wanted you to wear. A simple black chest with cut outs at the ribs, there were absolutey no sleeves, something that scared you half to death, this dress was meant to showcase arms and well your arms weren’t ones to showcase. 

Pietro closed his eyes as you slipped on the dress, it fitting perfectly around you although your arms feeling a little too bare for your liking. You signalled for him to look at you and he immediately noticed your lack of enthusiasm. Pietro wrapped his arms over yours and kissed your cheek "I have an idea, for the record with or without your arms on show, you are beautiful” he commented before flashing out and back in the room appearing this time with Wanda’s red shawl in his hands. It was the type she would wrap over her forearms and took away from her bicep area.

 "Wanda feels uncomfortable too about her arms, I noticed it about you, I notice how you hide them the way Wanda does so I thought this would work. Leaning over to one side of your bed you slipped on a pair of black heels that matched the shawl he brought you him nonchalantly checking out your butt as you went over him winking at you as you regained eye contact. “You look beautiful” he mentioned pushing all the hair on your left side behind your back. “Plus nobody, is going to be looking at your arms, they’ll be looking at the man on them” he teased linking his arm into yours, 

“The man who likes you a lot”

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

Pietro’s words ran through your ears all night, ‘the man who likes you a lot’ he didn’t mention it again throughout the gala, rather the silver haired speedster simply kept you close to him the entire night, making sure you didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable he always found a way to keep a hand on you, even when you were all gathered round a table, his hand stayed wrapped taut on your thigh, his thumb running rough circles.  

Once the night was over instead of letting you walk back to your room, Pietro carried you there in his speed, the silver haired speedster landed on your bed with a thump, you sat on his knee, him keeping a strong arm wrapped around you as you cuddled into his shoulder.

“You do look rather beautiful tonight” he commented looking over at your delicate features that graced your face, Pietro’s words so far tonight had found ways to squeeze their way into your mind and make you focus on his syllables. “You honestly do y/n, you always do, somehow you can be the most beautiful girl on the planet even when you are battered and bruised from missions, you are so much better than guys like me and well I just I really fell for you” his words lost their bouts of confidence and gained more of a nervous schoolboy kind of approach. 

“P” you smiled your hands taking his and rubbing them softly, the moment wasn’t full of tension and lust like what would be expected by the time of night and the behaviour of you two throughout the evening, it was more slow and sweet, Pietro and you were taking your sweet time as if it had no more effect on you. 

“Is this the part where I get to kiss you because god I hope it is, I have a thing for red lipstick and well you know, smudging it” he teased moving his hand so that it cupped your cheek bringing your face closer to his. Instead of kissing you bluntly then, Pietro did something different, he bit your bottom lip pulling it away from you slightly him looking intently into your eyes as he did so. 

“P, I really need you to as you said smudge my lipstick” you whispered as he let go of your lip, his hot breath was still hitting your face as you continued to gaze into each others eyes. 

“As you wish my love”

anonymous asked:

I recently found Nabila make up but unfortunately majority of her links are dead. I don't usually try to do this but I really liked her stuff. I saw that you had done an edit of bad medicine and listed her in your WCIF so I'm hoping you have something. Icarus & isis eyeliner and eye shadow, We've got company v2, Whisper it lipstick, Bad medicine lipstick. I did read that you've got troubles so if you can't upload now that's fine. Thanking you advance for any help.

For you, anon, I have looked through my downloads folder for all of my Nabila content. Since she said she wouldn’t mind other people sharing her stuff once she’s gone, I’ve uploaded it all for you. HOWEVER, in the height of my simming days, I definitely had way more of Nabila’s content than I do now. I actually only have a few different pieces. I didn’t go through Nabila’s LJ to see if any of these downloads were still active, but if her links are slowly going dead, then it might be helpful to throw things up preemptively. Here’s what’s in the download:


[Nabila] Insatiable - AM & TM Formal Suits

[Nabila] Overload - AM & TM Casual Suits


[Nabila] Newsea J153 - Retexture

[Nabila] Peggy 5538

[Nabila] Raon 95 Retextured


[Nabila] 4 AM - Mouseyblue Doll Lip Recolours

[Nabila] Chere Lilith

[Nabila] Hypertronic Superstar - Bruno Dazzle Dust

[Nabila] Remember The Name - Guylashes


Note: If there were pictures in the original downloads, I no longer have them. Also, it’s very possible that some sets (especially the makeup) may be missing files, as I tend to only keep certain colors.


ginnyweaslcy  asked:

oohh how about seamus x dean and/or lavender x parvati if you haven't done them yet!!


punching someone playfully. rolling down stairs. collapsing from being out of breath. flannel sheets. taking naps after a large meal. watching someone paint. putting milk in your tea. talking about the meaning of life at 1 am.


pink lipstick. whispering in a quiet room. the smell of roses. breaking a nail. your skin tingling after being touched by the person you love. rom-coms. crystal balls. sparkles. eating raw cookies dough. 

send me an hp otp or rare-pair, and i will tell you my aesthetic for them.


Pairing: Sam x Ori

Request: Most recent selfie under #me, I’m 5ft3in. I’m a mermaid, so there’s that. ❤❤❤❤❤ me some Sam. And go with whatever genre you want! Dealers choice! - @oriona75

Word Count: ~1,890

Warnings: Sam being a big goofball, smut, fluff, cursing, dirty talk, Dean being Dean

A/N: Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I love this gif. Promise it’s worth it!

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

“Sam Winchester, are you ready for your birthday surprise?” You called from your bedroom.

This was your first birthday as his wife, and you wanted to make it special. You had your favorite pin-up-esque lingerie on, your bright red hair pinned back just so, your makeup was absolutely perfect, and your heels accentuated every curve of your legs and backside. Sam walked through the door after your beckoning and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of you, standing in front of the bed, one hand on your hip and the other up behind your head, one knee bent.

“Y- you look amazing.” He stammered, eyes falling over your figure as he walked toward you.

“Not so bad yourself, Winchester.” You reached up and gripped the sides of his jacket, pulling him closet to you.

“There’s only one problem.” He shook his head.

“What?” Your face twisted in confusion.

“I’m a virgin!” He spread his arms out and looked at you in disbelief.

“Sam Winchester…” You chuckled. “After our honeymoon, trust me when I say, I know you are not a virgin.” Shooting him a wink, you reached for him again.

He laughed and stepped to you again, his arms lacing around your waist while you lifted yours around his neck. 

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Imagine Walking On The Red Carpet With Taylor

For Anon (Keep looking up)

“Keep smiling you’re doing great honey” Taylor whispers through a red lipstick smile.

“I got this Tay” you mumble back and grin at a camera flash.

“Taylor! Taylor! Can we get an interview?!” a reporter shouts and Taylor guides you over.

“Sure!” Taylor exclaims and beams putting her arm in yours.

“So we must know who inspired I Know Places? Do you have a secret fling we don’t know about?” the interviewer asks. You suppress a loud laugh because it was you.

“Oh someone near and dear to my heart” Taylor responds.

“Ooh the mystery continues. May I ask who’s your guest?” Taylor looks at you and nods.

“I’m (Y/N) Taylor’s gal pal and roommate” you say.

“Well we haven’t seen you before. If I can be so bold what are those.” A jagged finger is pointed at your arms. You glance down and see she’s pointing at your scars. Your stomach plummets. You wore a red strapless dress hoping the u spoken rule of society would keep anyone from asking about your scars.

“Excuse me” Taylor snaps.

“It’s an innocent questions were you in an accident or are you” the interviewer lowers her voice. “Depressed?” You gawk and gasp.

“My scars aren’t your business” you hiss.

“You’re the one walking around in a strapless dress showing them off. Are you asking for attention?”

“You need to step off. You had no right to ask about her scars. Not to mention if depressed people want to wear clothes that reveal their scars you are not to ask! How incompetent are you?” Taylor growls. Her arm has wound around your waistline instead of in yours.

“No need to get so defensive what are you her girlfriend or something?” Taylor hesitates and you gape.

“Yes I am” Taylor states and suddenly kisses you. You are frozen in shock before responding by avidly moving your lips against hers. A million cameras flash and all the new stations have their reporters and cameras on you in a second.

“Chew on that” you spit out and beam. Taylor chuckles and you walk down the red carpet together.

The next morning all the headlines are conflicting but you could care less.

honey-fairy-deactivated20140916  asked:

What's a good lipstick from the drugstore that makes your lips really rosy and pinkish, as though you've just exfoliated them?

I love that look! For a really rosy, pink lip I love using sheer deeper roses, pinks and plums that give your lips a wash of rosy pink but still looking natural and moisturizing, almost as if thats your natural lip color!

Try shades like

Maybelline Color Whisper lipstick in Plum Prospect (sheer pinky plum)

Revlon Sassy Mauve

Revlon Lip Butter in Berry Smoothie