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#I never wear makeup
camscendants · 10 months
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Preparing for the concert
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white-nolse · 8 months
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I usually really don't mind having long eyelashes, but damn, I wanted to look pretty today and try some eyeliner and my lashes were like "nope"
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 11 days
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This might be random but I absolutely adore your tags for this post: https://www.tumblr.com/thyme-in-a-bubble/748179745630552064/write-in-the-tags-what-society-deemed-flaw-you?source=share
Some of those things apply to me and are my biggest insecurities, and it's so heart-warming to know that there are people out there who find those traits attractive despite what society says 😭💓
oh, I'm so happy that it warmed your heart, but also so sorry that it seems you don't hear those things enough.
there are always gonna be someone who's into a specific thing (mundane or extreme), no matter how society judges it. society's so stupid, that's not news.
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freshbeeth · 25 days
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i mean for fuck’s sake
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parkersloths · 9 months
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Tried something different. This is so messy and rough but I think I needed that ;u;
Also green is not my fave color so it was challenging but also fun to experiment with different hues of green here
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thepunkmuppet · 9 months
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the reason why transfem elias is my favourite theory for gwendolyn is because think about the implications.
so let’s say this alternate universe reveals that elias is actually transgender, and would present/identify as female if they had the opportunity to figure themself out and transition (elias was reportedly very young when jonah possessed them)
then the idea that in the tma universe they not only didn’t live long enough to do that, but THEIR BODY WAS TAKEN OVER BY SOMEONE ELSE WHO THEN PRESENTED IN A MASCULINE WAY AND LIVED AS A MAN USING THEIR FACE AND BODY FOR OVER TWENTY YEARS?!? FUCKING TERRIFYING
as a trans person myself, even though the real elias was dead the dysphoria that idea gives me is absolutely unreal, and really creeps into serious body/existential horror territory which i think would be really interesting and very in-character for a writer like jonny to explore.
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eridude · 5 months
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john egbert but goth as hell
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thefishdeath · 1 month
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Never feel more masc then the times I try to look fem
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ganondoodle · 10 months
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anyone else a little weirded out by one of the first things sonia and rauru did was putting zelda in a little white maiden uwu dress even though the clothes she arrived in didnt seem damaged or dirty at all and fit her much better
(also that dress is way less practical for a battle against a super powered evil guy)
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My Qi Rong headcannon of the day (incorporating my design for him) is that like Hua Cheng, he can change his appearance so that even after he loses his mask in the second book/season, people can’t exactly say he looks like Xie Lian. My design for him really turns him into a goblin so if we pretend he looks like that then he’s intentionally becoming something as far from Xie Lian as he can, but his true form would be much more beautiful and their similarity much more prominent. But in canon he doesn’t actually have enough power to do that I don’t think? Hua Cheng is powerful enough to have multiple forms so maybe Qi Rong can get by with having only one.
And ignoring my design for him, I think this is also why he wears a mask. Pretty boy don’t like being reminded he’s related to Xie Lian.
I also have a headcannon that he was executed by decapitation with the royal xianle family so in the afterlife he has a huge scar around his neck. He’d get pissed off to find it mirrors Xie Lian’s cursed shackle.
In other words he’s trying to be something as far from Xie Lian as possible, even if he has to make himself as ugly as he can to do so.
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He’s on my walls now…
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sualne · 10 months
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trying on makeup
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padawansuggest · 4 months
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Obi-Wan, 14, after exactly one explanation of how to shave, in which his eyes were glazed over and he seriously considered a gender change so he could backtrack on this specific puberty and try the other one instead, -he heard Stewjoni periods aren’t that bad and he won’t have to upkeep his face every day, how long does it take to cultivate a beard so he doesn’t have to shave again???- takes the razor from his master, disappears into the bathroom, and then appears in the doorway straight outta Qui-Gon’s worst night terrors -the ones that were real and involved waking up to a Padawan having had a vision while still speaking dead languages and asking for flesh holding JUST SAY HUG YOU LITTLE SHIT- and they stare at each other for like twenty seconds straight without blinking before Qui-Gon’s shoulders sag and he lets out a sigh they’re gonna feel in the force all over this temple for days.
‘Where did your eyebrows go?’
‘They were itchy too.’
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paperstarwriters · 6 months
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ModernRoomate!Muriel x Reader, where Muriel collects you up after you've returned from a party. Perhaps you're exhausted, perhaps you're drunk, but you swat the lights of the room until it's turned off, and you flop onto the nearest large-enough surface you can find. Maybe it's the couch, maybe it's the table, maybe it's the floor. You don't know, and you don't care.
Muriel on the other hand, does.
Of course he does.
He collects you up off the floor. Not scooping you up, lest your delirious brain swivel and swirl in your skull, till your eyes ache even worse, and your stomach flips upside down—no, he simply ushers you up and off of your sloppy sleeping place, offering an arm for you to lean on as he slowly guides you to your bedroom.
You mutter something, drowsily, incoherently, and in that warm, rumbly hushed voice of his, he hums, asking you what you meant with as little sound as possible.
"Makeup," you manage to mutter and grumble. "need t'take of my makeup...just take me to the bathroom."
He does as you ask, and the lights of the bathroom are flickered on. Miserably, horribly bright, but mandatory for your needs.
You're about to paw the area for your makeup wipes, but Muriel tugs you back before he pulls out a little unmarked bottle of... something and begins to clean your face, letting you close your eyes, as he wipes away the smears and marks your makeup left behind, running lukewarm water over your face, enough to build little puddles of water around the small sink. You feel clean when he's all done tidying you up, a little dry perhaps, but that might've been from the drinks, or the sweat. You expect him to lead you back to the bedroom then, but he fishes a more familiar bottle from the messy shared sink space, and rubs your moisturizer into your face.
Finally done with that, he leads you back into your room, drapes a blanket over your shoulders and helps you to tug the worst of your party outfit off. You're mostly covered by the blanket, but whatever skin shows is covered by the lights still left off in your room, though the washroom lights linger, exposing a sliver of skin to any eyes who may choose to pry.
Muriel's green eyes catch gold from the old bathroom lights. Even in the dark, he still looks away, insistent to give you your privacy.
Maybe you're naked in the end. Maybe you manage to worm at least some portion of your pajamas on. Regardless, Muriel simply tucks that blanket around your shoulders to cover you better, and helps usher you into your bed.
He's about to leave, but you hold him back, clinging to his clothes, perhaps, or wrapping your fingers around some of his own before he can pull away.
It's dark. You're exhausted. The only coherent thing you can manage to say is, "I didn't know you could do that."
"Do what?" His voice feels lower somehow. It's certainly quieter, but the low rumble of it makes you lean towards him, towards the sound of him, even as your head continues to ache.
"Remove makeup. Didn't know you knew how to do that."
He hums, soft and deep just like before, and he hesitates by your bedside. Maybe he wants to reply, maybe he doesn't want to explain. You don't care either way. You want him to linger by your side.
He leans closer towards you and you can feel it more than you can see it, the brush of his clothes as they drape closer towards you, the warmth of his chest, of his hands, the tickle of his hair against your skin.
Light passes through the window, gold and red illuminating him for a moment, to confirm your suspicions, but halt his movement. He hesitates, still standing over you when the light fades from the window, that car somewhere far away by now, and he leans back, squeezing your hand as he goes, soothing his thumb over a patch of your wrist, as he leaves.
and all too soon, he pulls away.
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snackugaki · 1 year
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... the tactical!venus & jennika brainworm is beginning to reach my frontal lobe 
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asaemoryfanclub · 12 days
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Weyoun is the ONLY creature in the dominion who does fit checks
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Based on this lovely image of Pinterest!!! Also I considered as I was messing with the background that the dominion wouldn't need bathrooms so these rooms are specifically designed to make visiting ambassadors feel less alienated (while when actually entered and finding them to be nearly devoid rooms with mirrors and stalls, become exponentially more alienating!!!!!)
Keevan walks in on him doing this sometimes and, ignoring him, enters a stall and uses it for its intended purpose screaming as loud as possible🤗🤗🤗
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Huge shoutout to my mother for the questions she'd ask me when I was buying clothes as a child and teen:
"Can you sit down in those?"
"Can you raise your arms?"
"Can you bend over comfortably?"
Really helped me build the habit of evaluating whether an item of clothing is practical enough for my day-to-day life.
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