your face. how

Kim Taehyung when he gets a pimple...

Taehyung: Hey, look! A friend decided to visit last night while I was sleeping! I will take good care of you, friend. ❤

~later that morning~

Jin: Taehyung, Don’t rub your breakfast on your face!

Taehyung: HOW DARE YOU TELL ME HOW TO TAKE CARE OF MY SON! DON’T TALK TO ME OR MY SON EVER AGAIN!

The Part No One Talks About

After the tickling stops.

And you’re red and gasping for air and smiling and still kind of laughing.

And you have to deal with what just happened.

And your ler is just smirking at you all proud because they made you a little lee mess.

And you’re so lee it’s killing you and you can’t talk and you can’t stop smiling and you can’t stop blushing.

And the embarrassment is coursing through you because you were a “tough lee”!! and “no one could break you”!

And now your ler is teasing you for all your reactions, and how cute your face is and just how…

t i c k l i s h…

you really are.

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One of the most common mistakes people make when it comes to setting their face  is quickly dusting powder over their skin and calling it a day, whilst this is quick and easy it really isn’t the most effective way to use a setting powder and set your makeup in place. Not only can it disturb the foundation underneath, but it can also give you an uneven, dry and cakey finish to your makeup.

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@coldharmonies (AN ANGEL) prompted: even twists his ankle! 

“stop wiggling.”

“i’m not!”

“you are,” and he says it with a heft of a huff.  “stop wiggling!”

even’s shoulders droop his body down, head drip-dropping back onto the nest of pillows isak has propped up behind him.

“isak.”

“it looks like it’s already bruising.”

he says again, carefully, with the corner of his lips twitching in the smile, “isak-”

“are we sure it’s not..? it looks bad,” and when he glances up, his eyebrows are worried furrows, cheeks a chalky pale. he sounds exasperated, but looks oh so concerned, and his fingertips are so gentle where they smooth the cloth-wrapped bag of frozen peas to even’s twisted ankle.

even just rolls his eyes. drama. “i’m fine. baby, i’m not gonna break.”

“you’re never dancing again.”

he flops a hand up, stabs the air in mock protest. “nei! i’ll never stop danc-”

“and especially not in socks on the wooden floors - what were you thinking?”

there’s a moment.

and then, he can’t help it. the laugh springs open in his lungs, bubbles up right out of him. and when it hits the air, fills the air, isak, oh, isak tries to narrow his eyes sharp and baleful at him, he really tries to, but. well.

they’re sitting lopsided on the bed holding frozen vegetables to even’s foot because he slipped and fell in his socks while dancing, and suddenly, that’s the funniest thing that’s happened all week and isak can hardly breathe through the hiccups of laughter his body is shivering loose from him.

shaking his head, he crawls up the bed. settles in even’s lap with one knee on either side of his hips snug.

“you’re so stupid,” but he’s grinning.

even slips his hands under the hem of his t-shirt to hold his waist gently, and he kisses the words to his lips: “i’m your stupid, though.”

and isak- he hugs him in, and he kisses him back, and he promises, “you are.”