without lots of makeup

ratings of sapphic cartoon girls

Princess Bubblegum

science girl!!! Overworks self, cares about her people, questionable morals but top sense of style. Bad with expressing self, good with other things. 15/10!!!

 Marceline

reminds gf to relax! Pretends not to care, but actually cares a lot. Would die for music, has been through a lot but is pretty chill about it. Would probably move furniture around in the night to mess with people, A+/10!! Love her

Sailor Uranus

doesn’t conform to your gender norms!! Loves her gf, cooler than most people in a room, 90s fashion icon, will do the Lesbian Eyeroll at a lot of with things with gf, 100/10!! Would die for her  

Sailor Neptune

Makes most girls she comes into contact with Question, high femme but really buff!! (trust me on this) Doesn’t have a cousin but would steal your girl in a heartbeat given the chance, 150%!! Lovely

Korra

The butch rep we deserve!! Swings from excitement to tired™ pretty quick, says ‘thanks Jimothy’ when her mental illness gets edgy at her, tends to get hit on a lot without noticing. 88/10!!!

Asami

look at that makeup on point!! Hyper-capable but still wakes up 2am going ‘I don’t kno wat I am doing.’ Gf kisses her back to sleep. Problems with her family but is working it out, sometimes, sort of, she’s trying, 70/10!!

Sapphire

Queen high femme!! Amazing. Embarrassed by pda but also secretly loves it. Thrives off being in control (of self+situations), stores feelings in jar labeled ‘deal with later(or when dead)’. Loves gf!! Fantastic/10

Wears muscle shirts & will flex to impress (!!). Anger ball of so many emotions, can’t believe her gf exists (and that she likes her back). Affectionate, no inbetween interests- all the way or not at all. 1,000/10!!!

2

I really don’t understand teenagers these years who took photos of themselves all dressed up and looking good, I only take photo of myself when I’m bored and waiting, so there are just these weird photos of me without makeup unimpressed and with a lot of chins.

2

People rlly be thinking that I don’t love myself bc I always got a full face of makeup on but I rlly am confident without makeup. I wear makeup bc I like it and the process of doing my makeup calms me and it’s fun to me. It rlly irks me when people tell me that they think I wear makeup bc I’m “not confident”. Yes I do have self confidence issues but none of it has to do w me always wearing makeup.

Look it’s cool if u don’t like wearing makeup for whatever reason but stop shaming people if they wanna wear makeup okay youre not better if u don’t use makeup stop telling ppl who do wear makeup that they are fake

i really fuckin’ love TAZ but i’m taking quite awhile to get through it/caught up because well, obviously, the episodes are an hour long. but also i have little time to listen to it and sadly can’t pull the ‘work while you listen’ thing because, god almighty, i cannot process a fucking word of it if i’m doing literally anything else while listening.

shout out to my ADD & audio processing disorder. thanks guys

More than friends (Mingyu, M rated)

Warnings: Smut and strong language, 18+ rated. 

It was Thursday morning when your best friend, Mingyu, called you to tell you to come over, since recently, he was under a lot of pressure and he needs you to help him relieve that. “The members won’t be here, they’re going out for dinner and I told them I’ll be staying in the dorm to get some rest” Mingyu told you on the phone. “You will be getting some rest before I come though, right?” You asked him. You knew what this meant, even though Mingyu was your best friend, when he told you he was stressed and that he needed you it only meant one thing. Sex. Yes, you and Mingyu were best friends with benefits, or something like that. It started in the last year of high school, when you both decided to take each other’s virginity, if none of you got laid before Christmas. After you lost your virginity to your best friend, you had sex again. And again. And again. And you became best friends with benefits. Mingyu debuted with his group called ‘Seventeen’ and since then; you’ve only done it twice. Mingyu didn’t have as much time as before because of the pressure, that’s why you were a bit surprised that he called you, you figured they were done with the promotions for their second album.

You were supposed to go over to Seventeen’s dorm around five p.m, that’s when the members of seventeen are heading out for dinner. It was ten a.m now, you were at work. You worked at a small cafe in Seoul, just to earn enough money to help your parents get you into Uni. You never thought about auditioning to an entertainment company since you didn’t think you had the talent, even though Mingyu said you sang pretty well. But you supported Mingyu all of the time; When he auditioned, when he debuted, when they promoted their first album and when they released their second album. He was your best friend after all, and someone you had a slight crush on. You worked hard, you loved your work actually and you never took a day off, unless you were really sick. You were supposed to finish work at half past three p.m. which meant you had enough time to take a shower before you went to Seventeen’s dorms.

“Are you finishing up?” Your co-worker asked you. “Why? What time is it?” You asked while making an order. “Three twenty five” Your co-worker replied. “Sure, I’ll finish up here” You said and finished making the order. Then you went to take your bag and jacket, said goodbye’s to your co-worker and headed out of the café. You quickly walked towards your home which was exactly five minutes from your work. You took a nice shower, wore the black set of lingerie Mingyu liked so much on you and casual clothes over it. You did your makeup softly, without a lot of foundation since you knew you will be sweating a lot. All of that took you an hour and a half. You blow dried what’s left to dry from your hair and tied it up.“Mom, I’m going to visit Mingyu” You called, heading out of the door. “Okay” Your mom shouted from the kitchen. You took a bus that stopped right in front of Seventeen’s dorms. Ten minutes passed and you were already there. You went up the elevator, and knocked on the door. “You got right on time, they went out five minutes ago” Mingyu said, closing the door behind you. “What’s up?” You asked Mingyu, sitting on the mattress that was in the tiny living room.

“Do you want to drink anything?” Mingyu asked, like the good boy he was. “No, thanks” You said. “Should we go to my room?” Mingyu asked. You started sweating. You thought about how much you missed feeling Mingyu inside you. “Let’s go” You got up and followed Mingyu to his shared room. You went in and Mingyu closed the door behind you. “I haven’t been here for quite a while” You said. Suddenly, you felt Mingyu pulling you back and pushing you against the door. “I missed you” He said, leaning in close enough that you felt his warm and familiar mint breath on your face. Mingyu was much taller than you, when you wanted to kiss him you had to stand on the tip of your toes or he had to lean down to kiss you. There was no other way. This time, he didn’t lean down, he only got really close. “Mingyu…” You mumbled, lifting up your head and trying to steal a kiss. Mingyu chuckled and leaned down “Yes princess?” You attached your lips to his. At first, it was a craving kiss. You were longing for his lips. You liked the way his pink plumped lips felt on yours. Soon enough, the kiss got heated and you made out.

“Should I treat you today?” Mingyu mumbled through the heated kiss. You mumbled yes and Mingyu lied both of you on his bed. Mingyu started to kiss down your neck, finding your sweet spot and making you moan. He helped you to take of your shirt and jeans, leaving you in only your underwear. Mingyu smirked “You wore them” “Especially for you” You said, licking your lips. Mingyu went back to suck on your sweet spot and after leaving a visible mark, he kissed down the valley between your breasts, going down your stomach and taking off your thong. Mingyu spread your legs and blew cool air on your heated core, getting out a quite loud moan of you. Without any warning, Mingyu buried his face between your legs, sucking and licking your pussy harshly. You threw your head back, pushing yourself more towards Mingyu’s sucking lips. Mingyu laughed and his laugh sent vibrations towards your core. “Fuck Mingyu I’m gonna cum” You stopped breathing when the familiar tension that built up in your stomach released. Mingyu licked your pussy clean and lifted up his head.

You started making out again, when Mingyu unhooked your bra and played with your breasts. Mingyu went down to suck on your nipples, while you palmed him through his pants. He was more than just hard, he was a fucking rock. You helped Mingyu to take of his pants along with his shirt, you moaned at the sight of his big bulge. “Mind taking off my boxers?”  Mingyu asked, you slid off Mingyu’s underwear slowly. Mingyu groaned and took it off faster. “You’re killing me here” He said and pushed you down against the bed. Without a question, Mingyu pushed himself in hard and fast, making you scream in both pleasure and pain. “Fuck I didn’t know you’d be so tight” Mingyu moaned while thrusting in and out of you. He didn’t even give you time to adjust to his size. After a few more thrusts, you started to moan Mingyu’s name loudly. You knew how much it turned Mingyu on when he heard you moaning out his name and you knew you were right once Mingyu started to thrust much faster and harder.

“I’m close Mingyu” You moaned in Mingyu’s ear after he buried his face in your neck, noticing his thrusts became much sloppier knowing he’s close as well. “Same” He breathed out. A few moments later you both came, Mingyu slipping out of you and lying next to you breathing heavily. “Jesus I knew it” A voice said. “Jun!” Mingyu screamed, covering both of you with a blanket. “Yo guys, there are little kids here you know” Jun continued, referring to Seungkwan, Vernon and Dino. “Jun get out!” Mingyu screamed at him once more, you covered your face with the blanket. “Fine. But did you ask her to be you girlfriend at least?” Jun continued. “I WAS ABOUT TO DO SO NOW GET THE FUCK OUT” Mingyu screamed again. Jun chuckled and closed the door, leaving both of you alone again. “So y/n, I’ve wanted to ask you this for quite a long time now. Will you be my girlfriend?”

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Jisoos that smile though. Gets me every time.

1.) Delete his number so you’ll stop drunk texting him and so that when you’re crying on the bathroom floor in the middle of the night you won’t call him.

2.) Stop comparing yourself to her. Put sticky notes on your mirror to remind yourself to be who you are because if you round out your edges, you’ll lose your edge.

3.) When you’re thinking about what he’s doing and where he is, don’t let yourself check what he’s tweeting and what pictures he’s posting. You can’t keep hurting yourself while also trying to fix yourself.

4.) Put everything he ever gave you and all the pictures of him kissing you on the cheek in a box and tape it up and throw it in the back of your closet. Some day when it doesn’t hurt anymore you will open it and smile, but for now, don’t you dare touch it.

5.) Buy yourself some new clothes and a new lipstick and go out with your friends even if you don’t want to. You will feel good about yourself when you feel beautiful. Remember that you’re beautiful without the makeup too.

6.) Fill up your schedule with lots of things to do even if you don’t have any obligations. It’s easier when you don’t have a ton of free time to think and think and think.

7.) Stop playing his favorite song and the song you first danced to.

8.) When you take a shower, listen to music that is loud and upbeat and happy, even if you’re not in the mood for it. Dance and sing along to it even if people can hear you.

9.) Write his name over and over on a clean piece of paper and then crumple it up and burn it with a lighter.

10.) Stop drinking or smoking each time you get sad about it. Realize that this usually only makes you feel even worse afterwards.

11.) Kiss boys even if you don’t like them. Sometimes it’s the easiest way to forget about the taste of him.

12.) Remind yourself that if he wanted to come back, then he would. Stop chasing him. Focus on yourself. You were alive before you met him, too.

—  How To Cut Him Out Of Your Life (lunarless

Some fucking girl, to me: why do you sometimes wear makeup, your face is a lot prettier without

How do you even respond to that?? Thanks?? Cus I feel like you both complimented me and insulted me at the same time??? And besides, I wear makeup because I want to and because I like it??

Also I don’t believe u I’m ugly

matt and i went to iowa city together this weekend and we got a hotel room bc we didn’t want to sleep on my friend’s floor and we showered together for the first time and today was the first time he’d seen me without makeup. it sounds like a lot of little things but it’s a big deal to me 

The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.

A/N: I’m so sorry about the wait. So I’m not one to be a huge Lucaya fan, but they’re growing on me. Tbh, I only ship them in AU’s because to me, the show is about friendship, and I just don’t see Maya taking Lucas from Riley (though they haven’t had any couple moments because writers keep cutting their scenes for some reason—and let’s be honest guys, they wouldn’t cut all of the Rucas scenes for no reason). But if Maya and Lucas were to be together, it would be a ways down the road. I admit, they have great chemistry, and for this story I paired them together, because I’m a huge Riarkle fan and Zayadora isadorable ;) -see what I did there? Okay, that was super dorky, but whatever.

Word Count: 4,757

Other Parts: | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |


Part 4- Messed Up

She was heading for the art room, because nothing was better than the smell of paint and being able to throw it on a canvas. Therapy, Maya called it. It was her time to zone the world out, and focus on creating. It was the only time she felt at peace, other than being in the presence of her best friend in her bay window, where they poured their hearts out to each other. She still hoped that even after this day was over with they would still be able to do that, even though Riley was upset with her.

Just as she rounded the corner, she immediately stopped, catching a glance at Lucas’s bare chest. She slowly backed away, assuming he didn’t see her. It wasn’t that it was odd seeing a guy shirtless, but it was the setting. They were in the middle of the hallway, where they were normally surrounded by tons of people, and if it were the middle of a school day, he would be dress coded. Plus, she had heard stories. In the last four months that he had been in New York, there was talk about how hot Lucas Friar was. Some girls, felt the need to share their “experiences” with the world. So Maya had already had an opinion about the guy. It didn’t matter if he had an effect on her, just a tiny bit.

“So you just gonna wait for me to put on my shirt before you walk by?” Lucas asked from his locker. She glanced around slightly catching him putting on deodorant from his gym bag.

Maya rolled her eyes. “No, I was giving you a moment with your mirror,” she teased.

She could hear him chuckle, before he appeared around the corner with a coy smirk on his face. “I don’t have a mirror.” He looked at her with those intense green eyes.

She looked away trying to focus on something else, but noticed how built he really was. Apart from the white t-shirt he wore eariler, giving his arms some definition, the thought of his whole upper body being defined as well, never came to mind. “So, what room does Maya Hart wander to in this school?” He asked.

“The art room,” she stated, walking past him. He followed, closing his locker in the process, sliding a new green shirt over his head, and catching up to her side. “Are you following me?”

“What happens if I say yes?” He questioned.

She considered this. What was he going to do in an art room? Maya didn’t like it when people watched her draw. It was an uncomfortable feeling. “Why would you want to? I’m not that interesting. Besides, wouldn’t being around me ruin your popularity image?”

He looked around the hall in amusement. “Nobody’s here for an image to be ruined.”

“But here’s the thing, if you did hang out with me for a couple hours, and started to like being friends with me, we all know come Monday morning, you’d be back to your cocky jock friends, ignoring the misfits like me.” She stopped in the middle of the hallway to look at him. “Not that I care, but what’s the point of being in each others presence for a couple hours, having nonsense conversation if it won’t continue?”

His expression threw her off, because he didn’t look mischievous or sarcastic, nor did he look cocky. It was inscrutable. “You think that I’m that type of person?” There was an uncomfortable silence between them. “You don’t know me. Why judge me when you and I have never had a conversation before?”
“It’s not like you’ve been so willing to talk to me in the halls before,” she retorted.

His eyes widened. “So you’re going to judge me because I’ve said nothing to you? That makes sense,” the sarcasm was strong in his tone. “What have I ever done to you?”

“You’re annoying to me,” she couldn’t come up with a better excuse and he wasn’t buying it. “I know guys like you. Believe me, after a two week thing with Barry Macintosh, I’ve learned a thing or two.” She didn’t think she would bring Barry up ever again.

Lucas stared at her slack-jawed. “So you’re classifying me as a conceded man whore? Is that what you think I am? A guy with body dysmorphic disorder and who sleeps around a lot because he needs to feel something?” He shook his head, and Maya was surprised at how he described who she thought was his friend. “Maya, I know I can be a bit cocky at times, and I mess around a lot just to get under peoples skin, but I’m not a player, I could honestly care less about how I look all the time, and I’m not one to become friends with someone and completely ditch them just because people didn’t approve.” 

They slowly continued walking and he continued to speak. “If I cared about people judging me for who I hang out with, then Zay and I would have a problem. We both face discrimination because we’re family. Granted I probably wouldn’t be in detention right now, but I would gladly punch someone in the face again, if it meant sticking up for my brother. I’m sorry that you think all jocks are the same,” a look of disappointment flickered across his face, before he turned away from her, heading down the opposite hall from the art room.

She stood in the hallway, dumbfounded and ashamed. How could she have just assumed? Sure there was talk, but what if they were just rumors? Because she’d heard that he was self-centered and arrogant, but what if that was an exaggeration of him being cocky and chivalrous?

Maya was angry. With herself. She hurt Riley, and now she was judging people based on rumors. What has gotten into her? Why was she acting the way she was acting? 

She needed to fix this. She needed to fix herself. She sighed, giving herself an attitude check. Knowing that fixing her and Riley would take more time, she glanced down the long hall where the boy from Texas had walked. Time to start something new.

And she ran after Lucas.


Farkle had no idea what he was doing. When he found the room he was looking for, of course he knew she’d be in there. Anybody with ears could hear her playing the soft melody of the classic song “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” He was drawn to the sound, because it was nice and beautiful. It definitely beat out the silence that filled his home, or the constant yelling he used to hear piercing the air throughout the night. 

It wasn’t because he was drawn to the beautiful brunette playing the music. Okay, that was a lie. There was nobody more alluring to him than Riley Matthews. 

They used to be close friends, until his dad took him out of public school and placed him at Einstein Academy for his freshman year. They grew apart, because of their busy schedules. She focused all of her attention on her music, and he attempted to focus on science, but the private school wasn’t for him. 

He quickly grew out of his turtleneck days, and upgraded his wardrobe to somewhere between nerd chic and teenage heartthrob poster boy. Why? It was about damn time he evolved. He was growing up, not just physically, but emotionally as well. And emotions weren’t always something science could relate to. He’d know. Being at EA, there was structure and everything was logical and factual. It wasn’t a place where he could try new things, because every day had been the same routine. 

So he told his dad he wanted to go back to public school. Of course it took a lot of convincing and after a short talk about his mother, he agreed.
When he returned, he was looked at differently. It was almost like he was unrecognizable. He had made friends with a bunch of different people, but he wasn’t in a set group. He floated around, and did his own thing. He had freedom, which was nice compared to the rules he used to have. He just missed the set of friends he had in middle school. Especially Riley.

She was always the first person he’d go to for everything, but after the separation, he watched her blossom into this gorgeous young woman, and thrive in her ability to make music. In some ways, he felt like he’d be a burden on her by interfering in her life. And the last thing he wanted was to bring negativity into it.

Looking at her right now, as she stared back at him with such a longing expression he might’ve consider the fact that he made a mistake. And that was upsetting, because he was supposed to be a genius. Then again, he was in detention for doing something a genius wouldn’t do. Maybe he was normal after all. 

Her brown eyes shined in the natural light of the room. Her perfectly tan skin was flawless, even without a lot of makeup. He exhaled slightly and gulped at the closeness of their faces.

He blinked, realizing that she had asked him a question. Did he, as a scientist, believe that science overruled emotions? That was insane, and whoever came up with the idea of that was a prude and should be struck down because of that insinuation. All Farkle did was feel. If emotion was something he couldn’t understand, then he wouldn’t have been bothered so much by his parents divorce, or care about coming back to Abigail Adams, and he certainly wouldn’t be feeling the desire to kiss the girl he used to call his best friend at this moment.

“Absolutely not,” he croaked, due to the fact that his nerves were ticking at him. His heart did a little flutter when he saw her quirk the corners of her mouth up, her dimples showing. Her eyes flickered down from his eyes to his lips and she looked back up, her face turning red of embarrassment. Had she thought about kissing him? He looked away too, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks.
She stared at his hands, that were still on the keys of the piano. “So how long have you been playing the piano?”

He rubbed one of the keys with his index finger, pressing down slightly giving off a high pitched sound. “Been playing since I was little,” he bit his lip, “but it was never a consistent thing. Not until my parents divorced, and my mom threw herself into her job teaching lessons that she didn’t really have much time to spend with me. So, in order to spend time with her and actually be apart of her life, I signed up, though I knew how to play—somewhat—it became a consistent thing that I did everyday.” That was the only activity he did in the last two and a half years that he didn’t mind repeating. He enjoyed playing, but he mainly did it for his mom. “I’m no professional by any means like you, but I’d like to think I’m decent.”

A small giggle departed from her lips. “I can’t play piano as well as I can the violin.” She placed her fingers on the keys. “I have to say, you really good. You could totally pull off being a pianist.” She began to play her the song once again.

He joined her, as she played the lower harmony, and he played the higher key. “Though it’s nice to play, I don’t think I’d want it as a career.”
“What are you considering?” 

He shrugged. “These past few years, I’ve sort of been stuck in deciding what to do with my life. After attending Einstein Academy, I realized how much I didn’t like the structure of things. I love science, don’t get me wrong, but people were too logical. They didn’t make decisions based off of their own opinions, but waited for the facts, and yeah, facts are true, but what if you come across a situation where there are none? Plus, why only have sense, if the best way to live life is to have sensibility as well? You have to use your brain and follow your heart.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “Now I have a different outlook on things. Since my parents split, I’ve had a new sense of freedom. No more schedules. And because of the crater built between all of us, how my mom and dad can’t agree on anything, and for the longest time they wanted me to choose sides, I’m old enough now that I was able to tell both of them to screw it. I have my own opinions on things and I don’t need to be told what side to take. My dad is more controlling than my mom, but she has her moments too.

“So, now that I’ve been doing my own thing, I’ve been reading novels a lot more, spending time at the planetarium, I scour the city to see Broadway shows, and visit the museums. But most of all, I’ve been taking pictures as I explore. I bought myself a nice camera, and started to snap photos.” She looked at him and smiled softly. “Mr. Townes, who runs the school paper and the yearbook, has recruited me for many different events. Mostly academic, or something to do with the arts. I can’t do action shots at sports events. I tried that once, and they didn’t turn out so good.” 

“So you knew I was performing tonight because of the paper?” She asked. 

He nodded. “When I saw your name under the list of students up for the scholarship, I immediately took up the job.” They both stopped playing, because that was the moment her hand barely grazed his own, but it was enough to feel the energy that moved between them. They both stared down, both not bothering to move away from each other.

“Farkle?” She asked. He gave her a slight ‘hmm?’ and she eyes glanced up to meet his. “What happened to us? We were so close back in middle school, and then you went away, and I waited for you to show up at my window, but you never did.” Her voice sounded hurt, like she was asking him why did you stop being my friend? And he didn’t know exactly what to tell her.

He took this moment to be somewhat bold and hooked his small pinkie with hers. “I don’t know. Being at EA, we were so busy all the time. Attending different meetings and going to different events. You began your practice everyday and you were working hard. I guess we grew apart in that time.”
“But what about after? When you came back?”

He sighed, feeling angry at himself. “You were doing so good. You had Maya and your violin. You were happy and nothing ever wavered. When I came back, my parents were in the middle of their extremely messy divorce. They were always fighting and I was always getting caught in the middle of it all. I carried a lot of that baggage around, and I was emotional wreck. The last thing that I wanted for anybody, especially you, was to have me and my problems interfere with your life. I didn’t want anybody to go through that with me.”

Her bottom lip quivered and a grave expression flickered upon her face. She took their hands and she intertwined all of their fingers together. Her thumb ran on top of his own. “You shouldn’t have gone through that alone. Nobody should ever go through something like that alone,” her voice stated firmly. “Please, if something is ever bothering you, don’t hesitate to knock on my window.” He nodded, pretty much in a trance. She glanced at the linked hands and smiled slightly. “I always kept it open for you.”

That brought him back to reality, and he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “You kept your window open for me?” 

She nodded. “You’ve always been my friend Farkle. That’s never changed.” He couldn’t help himself, with his free arm, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a hug. 

He caught the door of the band room out of the corner of his eye. “Isn’t it about time you practice playing your instrument?”

She bit her lip. “The band room is locked.”

So, he might have promised himself he would never do it again, considering it landed him in detention in the first place, but for Riley, he’d do just about anything. “I can get into the band room.”

“How?”


He had attempted to open the door to sit in coaches office, but it was locked. So he leaned his back against the wall. His thoughts were everywhere. Did people really have an opinion about him, just because of stereotype? He was a lot of things, but he’d like to say he wasn’t a stereotypical guy. Not like Barry Macintosh. He was a good ball player, better at football more so than baseball, but still good nonetheless. He was also a guy that partied every Friday and Saturday night, drank to his hearts content, and slept around because he didn’t believe in relationships. 

Lucas was the opposite. If he went out to party, it was to be surrounded by friends, and have a good time. Maybe drink a beer or two, because he wasn’t a prude, but he was smart enough to not get himself stuck in a bad situation. He was taught better than that. Now he might not be a virgin, but he hasn’t slept with a ton of girls, in fact when he did lose his virginity, it was to his long time girlfriend of a year and a half, Grace Porter back in Texas. She ended up screwing him over after and it was a messy break up. Lucas had felt slightly insecure after that, and was determined to keep up at the gym, and he relished in the satisfaction he received when girls would check him out. Okay, so maybe that’s where they could see that he was self-centered.

But he wasn’t. Not really. Before everything that happened between him and Grace (in the beginning of their relationship), he was super laid back and though he took care of himself, he wasn’t a stickler to go to the gym everyday, nor did he care about how his hair looked, whether he needed a cut or not, and he certainly could care less about the clothes he wore. Then she deemed him as not attractive enough for her, and at first it didn’t bother him, because he had some words to share with her, but after taking a long hard look in the mirror, it was time he needed a change.

Unfortunately, nobody in Texas would be able to witness his change, because his dad got transferred to New York before the start of the school year. But the new scene and lifestyle was great compared to life in Texas, even though he did miss his buddies, and he knew Zay did too, but being away from the town his parents died helped him tremendously. 

Lucas heard footsteps around the corner, and he knew it had to have been Maya. Sure enough it was. “So you’re following me now?”

Expecting a smart ass remark, he was surprised to hear her say words completely unexpected. “I’m sorry.” She looked to the floor. “I don’t know whats going on with me lately.” She shuffled over to the wall beside him, and they both slid down to sit on the cold tile. “I’ve hurt my best friend who has done nothing but be the only light in my entire life, and now I’m judging people who I don’t even know, which goes against everything my parents ever taught me,” she looked over at him. “I’m sorry.”

Without a scowl on her face, she was beautiful. Her blonde hair was long and wavy and cascaded down over each shoulder. Her eyes were big and deep blue. Her pouty lips were parted just barely. That was the moment he realized that she reminded him nothing of Grace like she did before. He guessed it was because of her sarcasm and attitude, but Maya was more genuine. At least by her sitting down next to him, apologizing for something that could honestly mean nothing, attempting to start a deep conversation was more genuine than what Grace ever did.

“It’s okay. I get it. People assume and as much as I hate that word, I know that it can’t ever stop,” he stated. 

Confused, she asked, “you hate the word assume?”

He smirked. “My dad always said to assume was to make and ass out of you and me. When we guess the wrong thing about people we unfortunately make an ass out of ourselves. I’m guilty. I’ve done it before, in fact I’ve made assumptions about you and I shouldn’t because I don’t know if they’re true or not.”

“Alright, let’s lay out all of the cards on the table. What rumors have you heard. You’re probably not wrong,” she said.

He nodded slightly, agreeing to ask and answer any questions. “Alright, were you the one who spray painted ‘feminist revolution’ on the fifth floor of the school building?” 

“It was supposed to be anonymous. We’re the silent majority. Making difference through art and media, but yes. It’s what got me and Riley into this mess.”
Lucas raised his eyebrows. “She helped?”

“Oh no,” she shook her head. “Riley’s a big feminist, but she wouldn’t go to illegal extremes to spread the word. She was dropping my bag off that I left accidentally in her dad’s class. I was supposed to be back before the period ended. Between classes was the best time to tag the building, especially at the end of the day, but Mr. Baxter and his dumb hydro-plant collection got us in trouble.” She criss-cross her legs together. “So you said you could honestly care less about the way you look?”

He knew what she was asking and Zay was the only person he ever told. “In all honesty I wish didn’t like I used to. If I could take back the decisions I made in the past, I would. Grace would have never screwed me over and took something important from me and helped create the insecurity that I have.” Maybe opening up to someone he didn’t know, especially a girl who made an assumption about him, would make him easier to relate to and maybe he would be looked at differently. “At the end of last year, I was dating this girl that was a year older than me. We had dated for a year and a half. In the beginning, I felt like I didn’t have to worry about the way I look as much. Of course I took care of myself and looked nice for her, but I wasn’t the obsessive type to work on my hair for 20 minutes straight every day, make sure I had a clean shave, or my style was up to date. Then she takes something from me, breaks up with me the next day, and in front of all of her friends, she tells me that I wasn’t attractive enough for her.” That really hurt and was embarrassing.

Maya looked stunned, but he continued to talk. “Probably the most humiliating moment in my life. And at first I was angry. I said some words to her that I probably shouldn’t have said, and I moved on, even though it was really hard, because we were together for over a year, and before I asked her out, we were really good friends. Besides Zay, she became my best friend. I told her everything. I thought I was in love with her. And she played me like a fiddle. I received some looks for a week after we broke up and was thankful it was the last week of school. Then one night I got out of the shower and looked at my self in the mirror. I was never fat, but I did have bit more meat on me and my face was filled out more. I didn’t think I would be as insecure about myself as I actually was. I was the best ball player on my team, I was well liked. Maybe more well liked before I was dating Grace. Being around her every single day, I developed my tongue for sarcasm and being a smart ass.” His head dropped between his knees. “Grace messed me up.”

Shaking her head she said, “What a bitch. Excuse my french, but that’s messed up. Why date someone for that long and then tell them they’re not attractive enough to be in a relationship with that person? Doesn’t that mean she used you?”

“Yup,” he pursed his lips. “She used me and molded me into the person she wanted me to be. And I was blind, because I thought I was in love.”

“Does it still hurt?”

He nodded. “It’s hard sometimes, and it’s hard to change. I’m sorry that I was antagonizing you earlier. I shouldn’t act the way I do, it’s just a habit.” Maya smiled slightly at him and he looked at her confused. “What?”

“I don’t believe it would be hard for you to change,” she said.

“Why’s that?”

She licked her lips. “Because, stereotypical people don’t apologize for the way the act. You didn’t have to say you’re sorry, but you did, and it’s okay. I was wrong. You’re not the person I thought you were.”

He turned to face her. “So what about you?”

“What do you want to know?” She turned to face him. “I’m not an interesting person.”

Lucas smirked. “You said that earlier, but I don’t believe it. How could someone who tags buildings all over the city with incredible art work, and a drive to make a difference in the world not be interesting?”

There was a sparkle in her eyes before she sucked her lower lip in. “Yeah, also a girl who’s been abandoned by her father, her mother works all the time, and sometimes comes home with random guys, who stay for a couple days, and sometimes develop an interest in me and try something, so I stay away, most of the time crashing beside Riley because I know that she will always be there for me, no matter what.” She looked down in her lap. “Oh, and I also have a smoking problem.”

“So that’s why people reference you as—”

She nodded. “The pot head with daddy issues.”

There was silence for a few moments. “Do you know why he left?”

She shrugged. “I just found out recently that he’s with another woman, and they’re having a baby. Apparently he got being a dad wrong the first time so he’s starting over,” she rolled her eyes and Lucas had the feeling in the pit of his stomach. The feeling of wanting to track him down and beat his ass. “I don’t understand. What did I do wrong? Most of my life, I’ve been a daddy’s girl, and now … I’ve never been so lost. Him leaving messed both me an my mom up. I guess we have something in common after all.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that Maya. In all honesty, it’s his loss.”
Her eyes were glassy, but she looked over with a grateful expression. “So, you’re starting to like me? You think you and I would be friends?” She teased.
He chuckled. “You’re pretty cool Hart. From the moment we sat down here, I considered us friends.” She was about to make a comment but he cut her off. “And before you ask, I don’t care about my image. Honestly, I want to change. And I also want to have friends who I like being around and want to hang out with, instead of a crowd that I don’t get along with and people expect me to be around.”

“Real people, you mean?” She smiled, and for once he stopped thinking about how confused Grace made him feel, because he was staring at someone far more better.

“Yeah, real people.”


A/N: I’m sorry there was no Zayadora in this chapter. They will be in next chapter definitely. Once I started writing this, I had no idea how long it was going to be.


Preview to next chapter:

Mrs. Knows had appeared from her office. Smackle had looked around the room, realizing she and Zay were the only ones sitting at the desks. “Where are the others?”


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anonymous asked:

(ftm) do you know of any makeup tutorials to make my face look more masculine without assuming that every afab knows a lot about makeup? I really want to use makeup to make myself look more like a boy, but I don't understand the terminology at all.

Ren says:

Hey! I just saw this video today - I think it does a good job with not assuming you know makeup stuff, tells you exactly what everything is doing towards the goal of making you look more masculine, and the end result is pretty neat too.

Hope that helps! :)

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Nicky and Allison have youtube channels. The foxes(especially Neil) are featured in weekly vlogs

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS LETS GO

•Allison has two channels, a main one, and then a vlog channel, on her main, she posts makeup tutorials and hauls, and lookbooks

•basically her money and incredible style combined with her dry, sarcastic humor attract a huge following

•but Nicky just has one channel that’s mostly vlogs, and then cute boyfriend tag videos with Erik when they’re together

•everyone just loves Nicky bc he’s so positive and sweet and gay and just the perfect youtuber 

•Allison will do “What I ate today’ videos where she shares all the healthy stuff she’s eating to get in shape for the season,

•and like 7 times during the vlog, Andrew will inconspicuously pass behind her while she’s downing a raw egg, or making a kale smoothie with a giant tub of ice cream in his hands, and spoon shoved in his mouth and the tub slowly gets emptier throughout the day

•The ever enthusiastic Nicky will just vlog his day, walking around and bothering everyone until they smile at the camera

•Aaron just flips Nicky off every time he approaches him with a camera in hand

•the only time Kevin’s okay with it is when he’s practicing, and Nicky will film him and commentate on what an amazing Exy player he is, and “Wow! Did everyone just see that shot?!” “the angle of that throw was absolutely beautiful Kevin!” 

•he pretends he hates it, but he never makes Nicky put the camera way

•Allison and Renee totally do cute makeup challenges together, like doing each other’s makeup blindfolded, or trying to see who can do the best eye makeup without a mirror

•there’s a lot of giggling and soft eyes all around

•Dan and Matt are the un-official OTP of the Exy-youtuber fandom

•Nicky totally catches them making out nine times a day, and films it every time

•Matt loves pranks, he’ll steal Nicky or Allison’s cameras, and stand behind a corner and wait to jump out at someone

•it happens once with Andrew, and Nicky has to wipe the footage because it has potential to be legally damning

•Dan and Wymack have to tell both Allison and Nicky to put their cameras away during practice, or team meetings, or literally anything exy-related ten times a day

•it literally becomes a running gag with their viewers

•*Dan or Wymack’s hands coming up to cover the lens* “turn the camera off!”

•Neil kinda stays in the background of most of the videos because he doesn’t love being on camera, and he does not understand the idea of youtube

•”why would someone want to know what you’re eating Allison?” and “Nicky, how is your life exciting enough that others want to watch?”

•but one time, Allison and Renee convince Neil to be in one of Allison’s videos where Allison does his makeup

•Neil’s eyes tear up every time she tries to apply eyeliner to his waterline, or mascara to his eyelashes

•and Allison nearly kicks him out of the room when he won’t stop asking questions about everything

•”why are you putting this shiny glitter on my cheeks?” and “wait how is this spray supposed to “set” my face?”

•but she ends up doing this really dramatic smoky eye with a nude lip and it makes Neil’s eye POP and looks fucking gorgeous

•and it gets so many views

•lbr half of them are from Andrew

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i whipped this up in like 45min lol, because i was thinking about this a lot, so sorry for any small errors.

also i don’t actually wear makeup lmao, it’s more of a casual observation kinda thing.

i wanted to stick to how some cues i got from contouring helped me figure out where to put shadows and highlights on a face, but there are a LOT of things learning about makeup theory (without needing to be good at putting on makeup yourself - such as me lol) can help when drawing people. this isn’t just for drawing people who are currently wearing makeup, knowing how people talk about skin and undertones and all these kinds of things has a wide range of use. and learning how people cover up “blemishes” like acne and dark circles can actually help you draw both of those things.

and additionally, there are several different ways to do this for different face shapes. but i don’t have much time to do this and wanted to do something quick and general, so this is all for now.

anonymous asked:

What do you wear to dinner with your SD? I have a dinner date with a POT and I'm not sure what to wear.

Certainly this depends on the kind of restaurant - I have to admit RF and I are so used to each other that sometimes we go for really casual dinners.

ALWAYS call the restaurant and ask for the dress code of the restaurant. I used to work in a really nice restaurant and some nights were always busier than others - I would say jeans and flats were fine for a Tuesday night and a dress and heels were more suitable for a Friday night. So call and ask about the crowd and if they would recommend heels for your given night. IT SUCKS BEING OVER OR UNDER DRESSED. I already get those judgmental glares so I really do not need to call more attention to myself. It also depends on the WHERE the restaurant is - SOUTH BEACH vs RODEO DRIVE is a very different style (so take that into consideration also). 

For nicer dinners - my go to is a body forming midi dress and pointed toe heels (my So Kate Loubs b/c they are RF’s favorites or Stave Madden lace up). Because they are form fitting, I think midi dresses are perfect because they show a lot without really showing a lot. They are super simple yet elegant so your makeup/hair can be more intense. You can find some really nice and affordable ones on Misguided (I get a ton of mine from there). 

I think these men love a very feminine kind of woman (aka they would probably choose a dress over anything - I know RF does) However, on our more low key nights I do love the look of leather pants with a casual blouse and heels and a duster jacket. I think this can be very sexy yet causal. I would hold back on heavy makeup with this kind of outfit - keep it neutral. I think the outfit and pairing of pieces/textures already demands a lot of attention.