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cesaray · 3 months
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cassandrva · 1 month
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how kate somerville looks musing about lymond's feminine gaze and exquisite wrists and musician's hands and long lashes and "eyes like a kitten's"
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2022 Tried and True
This year I have tried many products and I have come up with a list of products that will keep your skin glowing all year round.
Glow Recipe Niacinamide Dew Drops - This is a product I never would have purchased for myself as I have not had any luck with Niacinamide but it came in my Sephoria box and I use it daily. It smells so good and my skin instantly brightens when I use it. 
Rose Inc - Radiant Reveal Brightening Serum - This serum will make your skin bright and hydrated. The bottle looks small but a little goes a long way. This serum is water based but it’s thicker, your skin feels very moisturized after using it. The key ingredients in it are Squalane, Vitamin C, and Sea Fennel Extract which illuminates uneven skin.  While this is my favorite skincare product from Rose Inc, I do recommend checking out their entire line - I am absolutely in love with their blushes and highlighters. All of their products are sustainable and made with skin-friendly ingredients. 
Iris and Romeo - This is by far my favorite product. I wear it nearly every day. Weekend Skin SPF 50 + Vitamin C + Glow - I don’t wear foundation but I do like a bit of color to even out my skin tone. This also has SPF and some of our favorite skincare actives - vitamin C and niacinamide. It is a one-shade product that has no white cast and works for all skin tones. While I can’t speak to their non-makeup products, I can tell you they have knocked all of their makeup products out of the park. Every one of them is thoughtfully created and does its job beautifully. 
Iris and Romeo - The reset - this is another product I use daily. It helps keep my skin hydrated and bright. It’s full of Hyaluronic Acid (4 different weights). It also has ceramides, niacinamide, and a cellular hydration complex. It feels amazing to spray on, especially when it’s hot outside. It also feels nice to spray it into my hands and pat it on my skin.
ExfoliKate Intensive Pore Exfoliating Treatment - I know this is not a new product but it is new to me. I went to a Masterclass about this product and Kate told us the history of this product and how she uses it. I'm not a huge fan of physical exfoliators but if it's good enough for Kate it's good enough for me. Kate says she uses this product in the shower daily, even though she has sensitive skin. If you do use this in the shower just make sure to turn the temperature down a bit when washing your face. When you get out of the shower your pores will look great, your face will be washed so you can skip to the next step.
What products did you try in 2022 that became your favorites?
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semicolonsandsimiles · 7 months
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angstober/whumptober day 9: "learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days"
Lymond Chronicles, Kate & Philippa after the end of Disorderly Knights
Philippa came home at last, escorted by the Baron of Culter, who made polite excuses about having urgent business elsewhere and quickly departed.
Kate gathered her daughter up and held her tight for a long while. When she trusted her voice to form words without shaking, she said, "I heard you had a crisis of conscience."
Philippa extricated herself from her mother's reluctant arms, her own eyes red-rimmed. "I was wrong about Mr. Crawford. And it caused a big mess, didn't it?"
"I would say you caused hardly any of it," replied Kate, who, between news from Midculter and a recent visit from some of Lymond's men, had pieced together a reasonably thorough account of events. "And you did some good in the end."
"Not for Joleta, though." Philippa's voice wobbled, and tears threatened to spill over. "It's my fault--"
"No," Kate interrupted vehemently. "Entirely her brother's fault. Vile man. I wish I had realized what he was earlier, though I'm not sure what we could have done for Joleta."
Philippa, startled away from tears, asked incredulously, "He fooled you?"
Kate smiled faintly. "I am not a perfect judge of character. He did fool me, that first visit -- though I started finding out soon after. Some of Lymond's men were watching over us."
"I found that out recently," Philippa said, pulling herself together, but then suddenly a tear escaped. "And Cheese-Wame Henderson was watching over me, and he got hurt for it."
"He's entirely recovered," Kate assured her. "He'll want to see you later."
Philippa scrubbed her fingers over her eyes as she nodded. "And I suppose you won't let me out of your sight for ages," she jested weakly.
"On the contrary," Kate said. "I've been thinking you should spend some time in London soon. How does next fall sound?"
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khaled-red-blog · 1 year
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Eenvoudig te volgen huidverzorgingsroutine tegen veroudering
Je weet het misschien niet, maar je huid is een soort held voor je lichaam. Tijdens je leven wordt je huid blootgesteld aan verschillende gevaren – harde UV-stralen, irriterende stoffen van buitenaf, ongezonde lucht – waartegen je huid de rest van jou moet beschermen. In ruil daarvoor is het alleen maar logisch dat we ons best doen om onze verouderende huid of rijpe huid er helder, stralend en…
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proverbialschoolmarm · 11 months
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A Royal Recycling (part 279)  
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twinprime · 10 months
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sorry to sound pro capitalism and pro shopping but i just got over $180 worth of skincare products from tjmaxx for like $35… i could literally cry rn
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chirpsythismorning · 2 years
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The Duffer Brothers and Nora Felder could be in a meeting with Jimmy Sommerville right now and we would have no idea...
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cesaray · 3 months
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cassandrva · 5 days
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me, thinking i'm safe after spending a month getting used to all the characters in the game of kings:
queen's play, about to hit me with AN ENDLESS FUCKING LIST OF DRAMATIS PERSONAE ALL OF THEM STRANGERS:
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bkenber · 11 months
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All-Time Favorite Trailers: 'Little Children'
A lot of movie trailers are scored with certain kinds of music to where certain themes are used over and over in them such as the ones from “Black Rain” and “Requiem for a Dream.” But for the “Little Children” trailer, however, the images we see are instead scored to the sound of a locomotive train which is about to reach its desired destination, and it proves to be the perfect illustration of…
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Whumptober 2022 day 20
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Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade
Apparently I’m chronically behind - I started writing this with a different scene, but it was a bit of a stretch so I decided to do the Worst Thing a Lymond fan can do. I whumped the Somervilles. (only emotionally. but still. sorry) Anyway, that’s why everything’s still late.
CW: references to road accidents, hospitals, terminal injuries. Death of close family member. As you’ll see, some details from canon have been changed.
Oh, and glossary: EFDSS - English Folk Dance and Song Society. Bum-bag - fanny-pack. Hinny - North Eastern dialect word equivalent to ‘dear’.
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Philippa and Kate had arrived at the venue before Gideon. It was a relatively large hall in a rural location deep among the wild, undulating hills of the Borders. A special venue for a special night organised by the local folk club.
Philippa had explored every nook and cranny of the hall on arriving; she'd followed the sound tech - a slow-moving man who was not thorough enough for her liking - round, checking the arrangements; she tuned the instruments and sipped at the weak, milky tea the head of the folk club had made for them.
Kate watched all this with a small, knowing smile, until finally she saw that Philippa had run out of ways to busy herself. "Daughter, you left your Walkman in the car. Why don't you go and rest for a bit? It'll be a late night, but you'll be the first to see Dad coming that way."
"Shall we take bets on how late he'll be this time?" Philippa asked forthrightly.
A disbelieving laugh burst from Kate's lips. "Philippa! The nice Mr Lloyd from the folk club will think we're a family of gamblers!"
Philippa ignored her and rummaged in the pockets of the EFDSS-branded bum-bag she wore. "I bet you...42p Dad won't get here until half an hour before."
Kate's eyes narrowed and she smirked playfully. "Very well. I bet he won't get here until I'm on stage."
"And he'll say he was just hoping to get the chance to watch you play solo..." Philippa rolled her eyes and traipsed out of the room with a laugh.
She got into the back seat of the car and sat with her shoulders against one of the doors and her feet up on the seat. She was listening to a bootleg cassette Gideon had brought home from America. The quality wasn't great - it was grainy and the levels were all over the place - but the fiddle-playing was astonishing. Philippa closed her eyes and imagined she was playing along in some straw-lined barn full of cowboys and women in long, flouncy denim dresses. In this way she could amuse herself for as long as it took: she had spare batteries, and the playing was endlessly fascinating.
When the car door opened, she expected Kate to be rousing her in time for the set - promising a rare glass of Coca Cola to help with the late night.
Instead, she saw immediately that something was wrong.
Her mother's face was grey and pale. Her lips were nearly invisible, pressed hard together, and her eyes were big and glassy, reflecting the light from the clear night sky. She paused and then, instead of inviting Philippa to leave the car, she got inside and closed the door, and mimicked Philippa's pose, her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms locked around them. She didn't fuss about either of their pairs of shoes making the back seat muddy.
Philippa saw her mother's fingers shaking before Kate knotted them together and made them stop.
She swallowed, and though it was dark in the car, Philippa knew that Kate's expression was unlike she had ever seen it.
"Ma?" she pulled her headphones off and pressed stop on the cassette. Instead of reaching out, Philippa curled tighter on herself and gripped her knees with enough force to make her knuckles ache. "What's happened?"
She guessed it could only be one thing, but she didn't know what else to ask.
Kate worked her lips, trying to hold onto her control, though Philippa could tell by her puffy eyes that she'd been crying already.
"We just...we just had a call, inside the venue," Kate gasped the words out. "Dad... Gideon...he had an accident, Pippa."
"What kind of accident?" she blurted.
Kate grimaced. "On his bike, pet," she said softly. "He was...he was running an errand for Mr Crawford. Thought he could get it done before the gig. He had that sweet lass, Christian, in the side-car."
Philippa's established dislike of Mr Crawford latched onto this significant information, and she struggled to process the rest of it through the roaring anger in her body. "He WHAT?"
"Philippa..." Kate closed her eyes and reached out, seeking her daughter's hand. "Philippa, you know Dad has his principles. He does...he did what he believed was right."
"He did?"
Philippa's voice trembled, rising hysterically. The surge of anger she had felt at hearing Mr Crawford's name had come at the forefront of a tsunami of adrenaline. It seemed to have blasted through her in a matter of seconds, and now left her empty and afraid.
Kate sighed and shook Philippa's hand, like she'd jog a baby's fist in hers, reassuring and familiar. But her eyes were still closed, and her grief was anything but familiar.
"Dad didn't make it, hinny," she forced the words out, then forced her eyes open.
Philippa saw the effort it took, but couldn't suppress her own horror. "No, Ma!"
"Yes, pet," Kate was crying again now, the tears sliding silently down her cheeks. "They've got him at the hospital in Newcastle. They're still doing their best for the young lass."
"No..." Philippa repeated. She squeezed Kate's hand back and found she was crying too. Confusingly, she felt like it was Kate's tears that had prompted hers, and not the news itself, which simply seemed impossible to her.
Kate nodded. "'Fraid so, pet. We're going to go and see him. I think they're... they're waiting for us to say goodbye."
"What do you mean? He's not dead?!" Philippa cried.
Kate took a deep breath and explained that, while there was nothing they could do to bring Gideon back, they could keep him breathing until his family got there. Philippa's mind swirled. This state of limbo seemed worse to her - horrific, almost. He was gone but his body remained, being pumped full of air like a set of bellows, or a squeezebox. It wasn't really saying goodbye, Philippa thought, if he'd already gone.
"Ma...I don't want to..." she said miserably.
Kate sniffed and smiled, and that was familiar; reassuring, even. "Me either, hinny. It's the last thing I want to do. I have so much to say to him, before I get to 'goodbye'. But we have to go. They can't wait all night. Others are going to need the bed. And Gideon wouldn't want to keep it from someone who needed it, would he?"
Philippa shook her head. Kate's fingers were cold in hers and she looked sickly and pale still, but Philippa had no concept of a world in which her mother couldn't manage to cope with things. Kate would get them to the hospital safely. And before she said goodbye, Philippa would tell Gideon off for driving dangerously, and for wasting his time on someone as awful as Mr Crawford.
First, Kate shifted, lowering her legs to the footwell, and she reached out to draw Philippa close in a big, enveloping bear hug. She stroked her hair and rocked her, but Philippa's mind was still whirling, disordered thoughts and worries and questions bubbling up in an order she had no control over.
"Kate?" She pulled away. "What about the gig? Don't we need the money?"
Kate smiled again, and Philippa saw her steel herself to break some further bit of bad news. "Mr Crawford had offered to fill in for us. He'll pass the fee on for Gideon's...for the funeral."
Philippa tensed, her body tempered by fury. Kate felt it and held onto her.
"Philippa..." she said wearily, warningly.
"But it's his fault!" Philippa's voice was louder than she meant it to be, and she was sorry to see her mother wince. "What did he want from Dad, anyway?"
Kate held her close and tight. She leaned her soft, warm cheek against Philippa's tousled hair and Philippa felt her shake her head a little. "He didn't ask Dad to do a thing, pet. Dad believes everyone deserves a fair hearing, that's all."
"Believed," Philippa corrected her sullenly.
Kate sighed. "Yes. And please don't say it's anyone's fault, my child. There is no rhyme or reason in these things. Mr Crawford no more wanted this outcome than we did."
Philippa squeezed her face against Kate's soft jumper and sobbed. She didn't accept it, not for a moment. Mr Crawford had come into their lives with the intent to make them all suffer, and she would never, ever forgive him.
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badgaymovies · 2 years
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Close My Eyes (1991)
Close My Eyes by #StephenPoliakoff starring #AlanRickman, #CliveOwen and #SaskiaReeves, "The committing of the sin is something that the script makes feel, if not forgiveable, at least possible"
STEPHEN POLIAKOFF Bil’s rating (out of 5): BB.5 United Kingdom, 1991. Film Four International, Beambright. Screenplay by Stephen Poliakoff. Cinematography by Witold Stok. Produced by Thérèse Pickard. Music by Michael Gibbs. Production Design by Luciana Arrighi. Costume Design by Amy Roberts. Film Editing by Michael Parkinson. The upheavals of British society’s trying to make its way into the…
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genevieveetguy · 2 years
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Hideous, Yann Gonzalez (2022)
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