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goobiestar ¡ 3 years
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been stressed out but ANYWAYS heres some cool kitties with some au ideas!!!!
Rosestar Au
Kittypet!Goosefeather Au
and some shipsssss 💕
Bluefur(storm) x Rosestar, Featherwhisker x Thrushpelt and Pinestar x Goosefeather (kinda)
lmao enjoy
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dont mind the filler in the corner i didnt know what to put there and i couldnt rlly fit anything lol
i love these designs
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coffeeandcalligraphy ¡ 4 years
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hello 🍓🍍 and 🍅 please !!
🍓 - What is one word that would describe the feeling your character gets when they think about their childhood?
Harrison: Demanding
Lonan: Lonely
🍍 - What was the funnest scene to write in your WIP so far?
Scene G in chapter four of Feeding Habits, Coup de Grace is the most fun I have had with writing... probably ever? I couldn’t share a lot of it because I didn’t think it would be appropriate, but the section where Eliza cuts off Lonan’s hair and they chat about mating habits of the preying mantis is SO GOOD I really peaked. How can I not love that scene?? It’s the birthplace of the iconic “I’m the grass” Lonan dialogue.
🍅 - What is your OC currently in denial about?
I’m going to answer this for Harrison because him being in denial about missing Lonan is literally the entire brand of his POV!! Here’s a compilation of Harrison being in denial about missing Lonan for an entire chapter straight:
Subtle denial:
“You didn’t tell me she was Lonan’s sister.”
Harrison pokes at a flake of pastry and wipes his hands on the front of his jeans. Reeve’s bangles clatter in a cyan jangle as she applauds at the same contestant she previously ridiculed. There are so many things he could say to his mother—he knew Reeve first, Reeve isn’t just Lonan’s sister to him, more like his own, but when he adjusts himself, swallowing and tidying the hem of his shirt, all that comes out is, “I didn’t think you needed to know.”
more OVERT denial:
“I would’ve like to,” Suz says. “Does she know? That you don’t know where he is?”
Harrison’s fingernail catches on a loose thread, and he yanks it out so even Reeve glances back at its upholstered plink. “I know where he is, Suzanna.”
mans said “though he knows it should no longer matter to him”:
Though Suzanna eventually leaves, joining Reeve on the couch, propping her feet on the same coffee table so their polished feet touch, toes pink like raw cherry tomatoes, though he knows they’re both right in knowing and not knowing where Lonan is, though he knows it should no longer matter to him, he finds himself leaning against the table where the kittens encase each other in a plastic shoe bin, ticking his fingers at his side.
Suzanna: stirs the pot Harrison: let’s just completely ignore this:
“How’s your brother?” Suzanna asks, yawning like the answer will bore her even though she’s the one who’s asked. She rests her chin against the rib knit throw, her hair frizzing against the yarn.
The fake audience cranks out another caw of laughter, and on comes a commercial for kitchen scrubbing pads. The woman’s voice sudsy, vinylic, like the sheen of dish soap as a mannequin-like hand smooths grease from a ceramic saucer.
Harrison reaches for the kittens, and onto his finger, one crawls, its paws no bigger than the size of a pencil eraser. When Harrison looks back to the women, Reeve’s face is paler than before, her red-wine thrush receding.
More ignoring:
Harrison turns his back and pretends to tend to the kittens. They all know he does nothing but thumb the backs of their heads, let them suckle against his fingertips—they all know, and yet, he continues doing it. Silence cuts through the apartment like hot glass.
Harrison at a Las Vegas party:
Also Harrison: *thinking about not thinking about Lonan*:
There was no emptiness, no bare spot needing to be filled when he levitated between them. There was no Lonan, no faces to remember, nobody to impress, no one to be responsible for.
OH OH is this addressing the denial??
He hadn’t come to the party thinking about Lonan but managed to attract the same people. He hadn’t drunk the magenta liquid thinking about him but managed to exit the house stumbling, as he did, his knees knotted like a newborn lamb. There was something inconceivably indissoluble about them—their bond mirror-like, one making one decision, and the other mimicking it with vigour, unknowingly inseparable.
lmfao he really didn’t try to save this one he said pass me the wine lmfaoo:
“Why did you want to see me?” she asks, her face shielded in shadow, which he’s grateful for. She adjusts her hood around her ears, fingers tapping absently on the kitten’s shoebox.
“I missed you.”
“You wanted to see Lonan.”
“I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
“It also helps that he’s got my face.”
Reeve hands him the bottle, and Harrison drinks a swig of wine gladly.
oh here we have overt ADMISSION (regarding the above^^)
Under the streetlamp, Reeve is softer than she was in the apartment, and this orange haze of her both comforts and saddens him. Reeve is not wrong. This is the only truth he knows.
I did not lie when I said he was in denial:
Lonan does live in her face, as she’s suggested, and he understands it’s why he finds it difficult to look at her. The same shift of their hair, like the smear of oil, the same chin, like it was carved out of soapstone, the same set of their mouths, not quite a frown, not quite at rest. It isn’t why he rummaged through a phone book the day Foster left looking for any semblance of her name, calling everyone he could find with a name similar to Reeve—the Eves, the Revas, finally settling on an Evie M. Aldridge—this is what he tells himself. It isn’t why. But what other reason would there be?
Proof:
“What do you miss about him?”
Harrison blinks. He hasn’t expected her to speak to him again, in fact he’s pictured the night whittling into gauzy silence, them setting the box afloat in the fountain, and then leaving once more, wordless. Reeve drinks another sip of wine. Its scent stings, like earthy cranberries.
“I don’t,” he says, which is a lie, and they both know it.
my thesis, proven:
She looks at him in absolutes, like she sees his every answer scraped into his cheek and doesn’t need to check his work. Her eyes are feline and rimmed with kohl and aquamarine mica—she doesn’t need anyone to tell her the truth because she holds it in her fist. “He has a girlfriend. He’s happy.” Harrison rations more wine down his tongue, three times as much as he’s intended to drink.
“But what do you miss about him?”
Harrison misses nothing. He sleeps little and smokes too much because he misses nothing. He walks by himself, eats by himself, talks to himself because he misses nothing. He jumps from job to job, person to person, place to place because he misses nothing. He wakes up in dazes the colour of blackberries because he misses nothing. He blinks dreams from his eyelashes like they’re bad spells because he misses nothing. He holds himself, he drinks himself, he leaves no company for anyone because he misses nothing about Lonan. He misses absolutely nothing.
I *wonder* who he is referring to:
The man must ask him if he’s intoxicated, never noticing the shoebox floating in the fountain, because Harrison says, “Who’s to say? I miss so many things,” and isn’t talking about the bottle of wine, and Reeve, that both seem to have vanished, as if they were never there.
This is indisputable at this point:
Harrison draws his index finger through the slush, doodling nonsense—letters of his name, an eyeball, a singular, faceless nose. “I can’t stop thinking about him.”
Harrison in Denial: The Finale:
His hands move for him. Dividing the snow in slopes, curves, lines—letters. When he’s finished, he rests his chin on his own shoulder and dries the slop of slush from his nail. The security guard leans over, bends down to get a better look, but Harrison doesn’t have to look to know what he’s written. Chiselled so the flurries fill its gaps, like cement. His name will be erased by dawn. Lonan.
and my point! is proven!
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josiahstumbo ¡ 4 years
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Cooper’s Ridge
“Why are you putting on your running shoes?” Kathrine asked with some concern in her voice, but careful not to show it with her eyes. 
“These are just more comfortable,” Steve shrugged, and then added “don’t worry, I’m just going for a walk. I need some fresh air to clear my mind for the interview in the morning. 8 A.M. Feel pretty good about this one, but I need to come at it with a clear mind. I’ll drive down to Brook Meadows and walk there, I’ll take it slow.” He looked down at his left knee, which was dressed with compression wrap due to freshly torn meniscus. 
“I know you need your time in the woods,” she responded with a smile; “just run--I mean walk, down and say goodnight to the boys before you leave, they’ve been asking for you.” 
Steve finished putting on his shoes and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed his phone, which had only charged to 15%, and a bottle of pills from the window sill and swallowed two of them. “A guy in your position has enough to worry about, don’t need a lotta pain on top of it. I’ll give you the strong stuff;” the Dr. had said when he wrote the prescription with a wink. “Just make sure you rest this thing for six full weeks. After that, you can try running again. Your knee will tell you if it’s alright. Take it easy and listen to your body, it’ll tell you.” 
Steve walked down the carpeted stairs of his 3-bedroom house and kissed the foreheads of his two kids who were already sleeping soundly. He looked around at their room and thought about his job interview tomorrow and let out a sigh loud enough to cause his older son to stir, but not enough to wake him. There was still a faint smell of the fresh blue paint they had sprung for in celebration when the last interview had seemed to have gone so well. 
Steve got into his car and signaled a right turn toward Brook Meadows, but as he waited at the stop sign, he began feeling something like inspiration and changed his mind. With his right signal still blinking, he turned left toward Cooper’s Ridge. 
The real name for Cooper’s Ridge was the Pine Creek Historic Railway Overlook and was part of a trail system that went a hundred miles west and two hundred miles southwest from the Overlook. Only 10 miles from Steve’s suburb, it had the atmosphere of true wilderness. Steve and his family called it Cooper’s Ridge because it’s there that Steve had had the thrill of witnessing a Cooper’s Hawk grab a Red-Bellied Woodpecker out of the air--talons out, parallel to the ground. For the first time he had heard the sound of death as the woodpecker let out a harrowing scream. He had watched as the Cooper’s Hawk stomped slowly, strangled the life out of its prey and dug it’s sharp little bill through feathers and into the quivering, stringy muscles and tendons of the gurgling woodpecker. 
As Steve was nearing the trailhead toward Cooper’s Peak, inspiration grew. He put in his headphones and began to walk. A breeze blew intimate, sweet summer air against the back of his ears and the sky was hanging at the tops of the trees, sending its light through jagged pine filters, illuminating the moment. Steve increased the volume of his music two notches and by sheer muscle-memory began to run. He ran about 15 paces before looking down at the brace on his knee and, remembering his condition and his promises, he slowed back down to a walk. 
As he walked he felt life itself in the air, in the light, in the breeze, and in his muscles. The breeze pushed a little harder around him, as if inviting him to follow. He quickened his walk slightly and smiled. He knew the interview tomorrow was a formality, he just had to show up and sign some papers. He chuckled as he thought about the email he’d gotten from HR, detailing the onboarding process and where to get his set of keys, followed by a quick and embarrassed apology marked “please discard previous prematurely sent email.” 
Every few steps he sighed, and with each sigh was the release of a burden. Six months without a job had stacked stress like bricks on his shoulders. Sigh by sigh they fell. Unemployment paperwork. Food stamps. A growing debt to Kathrine’s parents. The gnawing feeling that there are always more jobs to apply for, or maybe a change of career paths? Or maybe a new degree? Or maybe freelance? Or maybe one of those work-from-home scams isn’t really a scam? Or maybe Kathrine could take a break from school and find some work? 
And as each brick fell Steve was lighter. Significantly lighter. He could feel his feet leave the ground in long strides. He was barely aware he was running, because it felt so easy, and so right. The Dr.’s words reassured him: “Listen to your body, it’ll tell you,” and so he ran. 
Steve ran quickly up Cooper’s Ridge and thought about afternoon’s he’d spent with his boys here. He’d let them explore the trails freely except at the top of the ridge where there were no guard rails and steep drops on both sides. There they would hold his hands and they’d look with wonder as they could see for miles south and miles north. 
Steve turned up the volume two more notches on his phone. He thought about the quality of his headphones and wondered why he had never realized how good they sound. The tempo of his music was a little faster than his stride, as if to coax him forward, and he caught up. “I’m listening to my body and it’s saying go” he thought, or said, he wasn’t sure. 
For a half hour Steve ran straight ahead. He was significantly lighter, significantly faster, and significantly happier than he’d ever been. Every stomp of his feet against the gravel trail sent endorphins surging through his body. He felt no friction, no impact, he heard nothing but powerful music and sensed nothing but freedom. For 30 minutes he was flying through the forest, talons out. 
The sun was low now, far beneath the tree line, but still offering plenty of light to see by. Between songs, Steve had the good sense to turn around. In that brief moment of practical thinking, he felt a twinge of pain coming from his knee. It shot up to his waist and down to his ankle. But it was dull and far quieter than the freedom screaming through Steve’s body, so he began his route back with full running strides. 
The breeze was now blowing steadily against Steve’s hair and eyelashes and cheeks, and he smiled. He saw how the light had changed and thought about how different the trails looked at full speed and in the shadows. He increased the volume to maximum and sighed the last brick of worry from his shoulders. He leaned forward and dug his toes into the gravel and pushed himself, one step after another, forward toward his future. 
And then, with a powerful jolt, Steve’s music stopped and his ears rang loudly. His phone battery had died. But Steve kept running forward and smiled again as the sounds of the evening forest overtook the ringing in his ears. Millions of frogs and insects chirped and Wood Thrushes sang ee-oh-lay from deep in the forest. 
The shock of the change left Steve’s whole body tingling with power and energy and dull pain. The light was fading fast and he could now only see clearly in front of him when the trail brought him out of the thick forest. In one of those clearings, Steve could just make out the form of the thickly forested hill leading up to Cooper’s Ridge about a quarter mile ahead. From there he knew he was only a mile from his car. 
Without his music, Steve could now hear himself breathing, his heart pounding, and his feet stomping against the gravel. As he reached the beginning of his darkly forested ascent toward Cooper’s Ridge, the dull pain that was now emanating from his knee down to his feet and up through his hip was coming more acutely into focus. Steve leaned forward into the hill and pushed. He thought about how he’d never seen the view from Cooper’s ridge at night and how the stars were probably amazing. He brought his mind back to the feelings of soaring through the forest that had consumed him for the last hour and felt the cool evening breeze caress his cheeks. 
On the heavily forested hill Steve could see nothing but his feet, and in the darkness He ran. The feeling of freedom grew into a frenzy as he now relished the unique experience of flying through the forest in total darkness. In pure euphoria he ran valiantly up the gravel trail until he could see the opening in the trees--Cooper’s Ridge. Just a few more steps to the top. The last trace of sunlight rested on the ridge in front of him as Steve lunged out of the darkness and onto the ridge--and as he lunged he heard a very loud pop from his leg beneath him, and Steve saw the dazzling stars. 
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balanceright ¡ 4 years
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PINKY PROMISE
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“Darlin I’m comin in” being Van, you knew he was extremely persistent; especially when he sensed you were hiding something, so arguing seemed to be useless. However, you still did, even if it meant a fight.
Currently standing in his baggy ‘The Strokes’ t’shirt, and a pair of underwear, you were having a midlife crisis in the centre of your bedroom. A period, with no tampons, pads or even toilet roll; if desperate. While trying to keep Van from entering your tip of a bedroom. “Van just leave it yeh, I’m fine honestly!”
“You got something on yeh?” don’t know why you’re so angsty I’m just checkin on ya love...worried tha’s all!” Pushing the door open, he stood and looked at your wide eyes and gaping mouth, then to your surroundings. Underwear and sock draw tipped onto the floor, and jeans in a pile by your wilting peace lily, with your flashing fairy lights going; still needing that battery changing. Locking his eyes to your’s with a raised eyebrow, all you could summon was a lip bite and a cough. You were fucked.
It’s not that you were embarrassed about periods, or that you didn’t want Van to know. On the contrary, you’d spoken about it before, even going as far as giving the rest of the lads a little ‘introduction’ to tampons; water in a glass and watching their horrified faces as the “missile”, in which Bondy had called it, expanded and sucked the “blood” up.
You just didn’t want Van faffing around, and doing what he usually did; telling the band about his little adventures you’d made him go on. Like buying you Canesten when you had mild thrush.
He didn’t realise this until the women, had asked if he may need it, and if so, to seek other more “useful” medical advice, due to it being used for “female problems”. Or the cringe worthy memory, in which he had to pick up your birth control due to work colliding with the pick up time. He spent the next two hours speaking to the young girl at the desk how he’d already bought his kid a “nice coat” and his first experience of a pregnancy scare. In his words she looked absolutely “mort’ified darlin” when you asked how it went. You quickly left that clinic and went to the one forty minutes away. So standing in the middle of your bedroom was not the most ideal or “natural” position to be in.
“What yer doin?..looks like a bomb went off in er’ love!” a worried frown had taken over his features, as he stepped over mountains of shit “lost somethin have ya?”
Taking your hands in his, and staring at your eyes that were frantically looking around everywhere but his, a sigh left his lips. You did NOT want him going to the supermarket to get you more supplies. Another one of your misfortunes becoming a tale to be told in an interview, or to add to his collection when drinking with his mates.
It wasn’t done with any vindication, he did it more out of naive pride. Happy that you’d let him into your personal bubble and that you felt comfortable enough to tell him. Setting him up “for my Lyla” as he told everyone he met; including the girl at the reception. She was the daughter that was yet to be born. It also allowed him to secretly believe you were little more than friends. Surely only a girlfriend would let him wander around asking which aisle the “special cream” was on?
“Yeh...I-I’m just having a tidy up, that’s, that’s all no need to worry see!” Forming a small smile on your chapped lips, and trying to not bend over from the period cramps, he still didn’t look at all like he believed you, if anything it made his usual laid back demeanour, become tense and eyebrows furrowing; unsure whether to keep questioning or to leave you to “clean.” Instead, he decided to settle on “Alright le’s get goin then”
Stuck, and in no position to argue, he let go of your sweaty hands, and bended down, to pick up a bra that had twirled its way around his ankle, when scaling his way through the bomb-site.
You hated that he was “the good guy” in any given situation. Always turning to passive ways in which to help those around him, rather than getting het up over people that seemingly just wanted to argue or create a scene; always “dead peaceful”, as he liked to say to Larry on the rare occasion they bashed heads. Normally about mundane things, such as what to order for a takeaway or who fairly won a game of FIFA.
Turning away from him, you also proceeded to take a pile of what looked like a swimming costume, and a Star Wars hat Benji had bought for you when they went to Disney, Florida during a break in their American tour. Van had already placed your upside-down draw back into its place within your dresser, and had “neatly” folded your socks into a line formation; yet to work out how to do that “foldy, inside out thingy” you did when doing the washing.
In pain, and at this point wanting to have a little sniffle, you sat down in the same spot you’d been in ten minutes earlier. You weren’t crying because of Van, more to the fact that you were overwhelmed by the mess, and the throbbing pain in your legs and pelvis. The endometriosis flaring up as it always did.
It was uncommon for you to cry during a period, usually getting on with it. But with the inability to express your feelings about the predicament you were in, with currently wearing the last tampon you’d found at the back of your “miscellaneous crap” drawer, and from the sheer anxiety that this story could soon, make it into Van’s adventure book. You could do nothing but pray he didn’t notice your inactivity, while being surrounded by loose DS games such as ‘Cooking Mama’, you’d tossed, three years ago.
However, of course he did. Looking around for a matching set of black underwear, he knew you had, as it made your “little black number” in your wardrobe more “streamline” or sumin’. He noted your slumped figure, fingering the DS games, making no effort to place it into the drawer you normally refused to let him look inside.
Creeping over on all fours being mindful of your “precious” rubbish, leaning over your left shoulder, he tucked the piece of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes behind your ear, and waited for a response. Gaining again nothing but silence.
A ghosted “Hi” was all that left his lips, which were now perching on the top of your ear, bottom lip drifting over the lobe . Understanding that his patience, would give you time, to give him an answer that was honest, and truthful.
His plan to “help” wasn’t really his plan at all. He knew that with time you’d finally crack, and tell him what it was that was bothering you; he wasn’t as childish or as silly people made him out to be. Rather taking pride in his ability to look out for those he cared about. Even if it did mean taking time out to pick up things he didn’t have a clue about, like birth control tablets.
Gently placing his arms around your frame, and resting his head on the crown of your own, he allowed silence to envelope you both. Rubbing his fingertips around in circles along your side. Still waiting for any sign of communication. Eventually he got it. A murmur of warble from your lips, that were now trapped by his shirt due to your head having made it’s way into the crevice of his armpit, and lips just touching his chest.
Craning his head closer to your face, he searched for the answer in your eyes that hadn’t met with his at all, since his little trip into your abominable bedroom. He noticed all day your silence. The banter you usually had going from 100 to 0 the moment you woke up this morning. Not even lowering your cereal to the second shelf so you could reach, had made you crack a grin, and then commenting as always, that Van even made the sun look up AT him rather than it being your 5’4 stature, which enabled your grabby hands to get to the cereal.
Lifting your head from his shoulder and dead locking him in the eyes, you summoned the courage to tell him. You couldn’t stand the soft eyes that looked down at yours. Eyelids gently closing over half his pupils and gentle green corneas; eyelashes almost touching his cheeks as he sat still, scared that with one jog of an arm, you were going to have a complete breakdown. In which singing, “The Wombles” theme tune was not going to even come close in mending whatever was going on inside that brain of yours.
“Don’t laugh k?”
“Never babe...wouldn’t dream of it”
“You can’t tell the boys..or ANY of your “friends” otherwise one eyebrow will be shaved!”
“Darl!”
“I’ve run out of y’know....” Embarrassment all of a sudden sweeping across your cheeks. The feeling of vulnerability clearly taking all its form in your words. Normally, you could splutter it out, without thinking of one’s reaction. Especially to your friend of 6 years. There of course being that 5 year age gap between you both. But all of a sudden, you became aware of everything you were saying. Even down to your next words and whispering tone, as if someone was going to pounce on you both from the open door way.
Again cocking his brow, he repeated your words, almost confused to what you were asking of him, eyes looking up to ask the almighty what was going on. A language he didn’t understand. “You’ve run out of.... Paracetamol?, Tiktaks?, those chocolate things you like..dairy, dai-” “Milk chocolate stars you mean and no Van, I mean TAMPONS!”
“Of course she meant tampons you idiot” was the immediate thought that entered his mind. The red mist that swamped his last remaining brain cells, also fell across his cheeks. It all made sense now. The disorganisation, and the erratic emotions, as well as the stealing of shirts; something that became only more common and sometimes an issue when your “men-ahowdoyousayitbabe-station” started.
However, he felt hurt. Only a little bit, but hurt none the less. Hurt that you didn’t tell him because, that’s what friends normally did; that’s what you’d always done. It was just the code between you two; no secrets.
Still locking eye’s, and noticing the slight blush, you tried to push him away. Almost embarrassed. It wasn’t even a big deal, but his eyes read confusion none the less. Unclamping his hands from your shoulder, you tried to get on your wobbly feet. Standing up, he followed, underwear still in hand and a bow tie he’d found from a fancy dress costume, tightly wrapped around his neck; he still was that fourteen year old; regardless of his 6’1 “manly” stature.
“Come on the darl le’s get goin before Aldi closes then yeh, help tidy up when we get back?” Before you even had time to argue he’d grabbed your wrist and led you through his already made path to your door.
Exactly opposite to yours was his door and as always it was open, just in case “something happened”. I.e wanting to anonymously check up on you when he was back home. Even sometimes having the privilege to soak in your dancing to ‘Toxic’by Britney Spears, when your door crept open due to the wind also wanting to have a peep. In his eyes everything you did was art; even if your hairbrush, used as your current microphone, did sometimes get tangled in your bed hair.
“Promise me, that this won’t go anywhere though... do ya promise!?
“Pinky promise darl” Wrapping his finger, and heartbeat right around your own.
✨ L .B ✨
P.s Sorry this is some shocking content
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libidomechanica ¡ 5 years
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my soul I rather once mought that  taught us in it recite  what nowe he spring sisters  of true loved. The night, earth, for  your slender pride; or be  this: if theyr name, calling step  and days, that was hapless,  eyes, no easy gloves is useless,  seeming of all with soul  between my ear; but fates gentle  stream that I have sewn it  overcomes quick moved the yellow 
with eyes this; for 
the sound: a gleamed at that  though ever by the china.  Or if they playes, yet I heard mought  I see ye cool and many a  millionaire: I have I not the 
straight had made for me? Waking  on that the thou never  speech tell how double-chinnd and Doom: the  ways — or falling. Less as 
wanton babes of all the 
other placd; such a glassy dark  heart—how she turnd, piously: no tumble  and sickness reignd to her  eyelashes, their eyes; and thrushes,  the Tower of light bear.  Offend the journeyings! Gems, gold, was  Scylla, blush ye locks astate.  With sudden head and  feelings to thee my wag, if  unskilled the stoute: but the  gift of these joys; ask no incense  and gather, O father country,  so I never beard, the same rings  from the multiple denied, 
and calmly flows, in light: 
her liggen in their thro they say. 
beneath or a plight. Train grewe, So  let her girlonds of purple was  not to sing. Scratchy  pockets of abandon. is as  we prove Been born This done;  bring thou grieve to a tableau  intact. was to mischiefe,  and saw I at red dishes;  like dew, but far from her arms  and honours is built his ship 
to bear, ⁠I am clad in  a flower that swelt; and  that was this long whisperse.  Till we forst to leaden vnder  thy outward from thee? The night: 
soot-hoof and nerves of my loving, 
which I breath or of Remorse.  Let me examples are ten free, like  an iron gin that fly by night  and I laid; and will progeny,  send vs the hearse  our gold break from wine— kept 
for ghost to feedes 
said, sleeping water-course these are, certes,  enterd round aboue alone? She fleet steed.
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wallezhang ¡ 4 years
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Zero start makeup –Step4:Draw eyebrows
After the foundation bottom makeup, then we can start the color makeup. A good makeup will make you quite different, so from this article all is very important.
Today we’ll start with the “Curtain”part- eyebrow.
1)  Know eyebrow
Brow tip: generally on the same straight line with the inner eyeliner, if the eyebrows grow more than this line, please trim off, because the distance between the two eyebrows is too close, will produce the feeling that the brow is not clear enough.
Eyebrow peak: generally from the nose to the outer edge of the eye line extension line
Eyebrow end: go up in the extension line that connects line from nose wing to outer canthus, must not lower than brow, can become otherwise listless splay eyebrow
2) The thrush tools for eyebrow
1. Eyebrow pencil.
To choose a color close to the hair color, Asian women usually use brown or black, if they have dyed their hair, depending on the color of hairs.
2. Eyebrow powder. Use eyebrow powder to fill in the gaps between your two eyebrows.
3. Bevel brush.
The tool used to take eyebrow powder painting eyebrow shape, generally when you buy eyebrow powder there will be a brush inside with.
4. Eyebrow shaping knife. The eyebrow shaping knife is used to repair eyebrows.
3) Detailed steps of thrush
1. Remove the extra eyebrows: Use tweezers or other tools to remove the eyebrows around the eyebrows to make the eyebrows clear.
2. Trim your eyebrows: If the brow is above the inner lash line, use the eyebrow trimmer to trim the extra brows and trim the brows shorter if they were too long.
3. Draw the tip of brow with eyebrow powder: brush the powder in the reverse direction in brow place, and to the direction of eyebrow peak dizzy catch.
4. Outline eyebrow and tail lines: Use an eyebrow pencil to gently outline clear lines.
5. Repeatedly depict the brow.
6. The soft and curved eyebrows with rough lines are suitable for natural wind and create a feeling without makeup.
 The above steps are suitable for those who have very good brow conditions, so with brow pencil and some tools they can get a perfect brow. But for those who can’t draw eyebrow well and also don’t have very good brow shapes, there’s a very good choice- to apply eyebrow extensions.
It’s something like eyelash extensions and will give you a very natural but perfect effect of eyebrows. If you don’t know how to draw a good brow shape for yourself then you can get help from the beauty makeup list, after you applied eyebrow extensions you’ll find it’s so easy to draw eyebrows.
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baosensteelcom ¡ 6 years
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How to Wearing Mink Eyelashes and Make up your eyebrows can make your face thinner?
Although now the routine of star beauty dress is copy and paste, but there are always some “heart machine” star can find their own point of rapid increase in the value of face. The sweetness foul sugar recently get a super-modified face-lift thin face brow. Not only make the chin look a lot sharp, but also easily adjust the proportion of facial features. Well, the most important thing is to wear Mink eyelashes, double benefit can be said to be very suitable for lazy girl,the girl who eat too much late supper can learn it.
  Face thinner is relatively long thick, but not too exaggerated to make sense of sophistication by relying on the appropriate lengthened bold shape brought full of British beauty arc. Wearing stereoscopic Mink eyelashes played a role in regulating the proportion of facial features, so wear three-dimensional Mink eyelashes facial features also look full three-dimensional. At the same time, elongated eyebrow can also visually create the effect of melon seeds, so face-lift is also a good choice.
If you want to send a fat side ,it is not scared, after all, we are three-dimensional face-lift fairy! However, please remember the makeup of other parts of the weakened face when drawing a three-dimensional face-lift thin face, such as eye makeup can not be too thick at the same time, lip makeup should try to avoid lip gloss lip gloss effect, so as to highlight the three-dimensional Mink eyelashes effect, and overall Makeup time can be reduced.
However, although there is female who wear three-dimensional Mink eyelashes to arched but also elongated and pay attention to the limit. Take the length of the eyebrows, the best face-lift face length is 2-3mm longer than the eye, while the curvature of the eyebrows do not pick too high. Eyebrow brush with eyebrow dipped brow cream can create a smooth curvature of the matter, but also be better to get started, hand residual stars are not afraid.
It is well known that LADY GAGA looks demonstration. LADY GAGA wear Mink eyelashes just painted to the corner of the eye to stop, although the arc to maintain a more appropriate, The tail of eyes is also very delicate, but the length is not enough to play the role of regulating the proportion of facial features. At the same time, in case of the eyebrows are too short, so it looks wider. The female whose facial skeleton is more obvious must remember that long three-dimensional slimming face is your savior!
And different from LADY GAGA, the wife and mother sponge hot mom like Angelababy is familiar with the thrush of the road, the standard three-dimensional slimming face not only refined shape, medium length with Mink eyelashes, but also have the baby own hybrid feeling.Overall look looks fresh and refreshing without sense of swelling. If you are usually like bare-brimmed women out and worried about that the three-dimensional face-lift will not hold, as long as using the color of milk.it can be safe.
Recently,Guan Xiaotong who are fallen in crazy love and increasingly rounded also love to use three-dimensional slimming face routine for his own blessing. Although Guan Xiaotong is not fat, but baby fat body constitution is sometimes a big bug. While lengthening the three-dimensional face-lift, emphasizing on the peak of eyes, the Mink eyelashes will be painted more clearly. Meanwhile, when the tail of eys draws a little sharp, it can counteract the round feeling of the face.
We now know how to use Mink lashes, but do we want to use Mink lashes, which means that the quality of Mink lashes is different,
how do we find a good Mink lashes Vendor ( Maybe You Can Contact Dunhill Lashes – Very good Mink lashes Vendor )
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  How to Wearing Mink Eyelashes and Make up your eyebrows can make your face thinner? Although now the routine of star beauty dress is copy and paste, but there are always some "heart machine" star can find their own point of rapid increase in the value of face.
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ghaw2007 ¡ 6 years
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30 Organic Coconut Oil Beauty Uses
30 Organic Coconut Oil Beauty Uses
#1. LEAVE-ON HAIR TREATMENT
The molecular weight and shape of coconut oil enables it to easily penetrate faster and deeper into the hair to prevent protein loss–making it an effective leave-in treatment that can help repair split ends, prevent dry scalp, and restore your hair’s healthy glow.
#2. HAIR GROWER
Want to grow long and thick hair fast? Coconut oil when used for the hair can make that happen. It comes with vitamins and essential fatty acids that help nourish the scalp/pubic area and eliminate the formation of sebum in hair follicles.
#3. NATURAL HAIR SUNSCREEN
If you will be exposed to harsh elements, you can rely on coconut oil as an excellent all natural sunscreen that should keep your tresses protected. Coconut oil has natural SPF. Apply it in the morning, especially on days when you are expected to be exposed to elements more than usual.
#4. DANDRUFF PREVENTION
The uses of coconut oil for hair extends to dandruff prevention and maintaining a healthy scalp. Coconut oil comes with antimicrobial properties that help prevent itchiness, flakes and dandruff by healing the scalp.
#5. HAIR LOSS TREATMENT
With its capability to mimic Sebum, coconut oil can work like the body’s natural oil to help prevent scalp dryness and coat the hair roots or hair follicle to protect them from damages that lead to hair loss.
#6. HAIR COLOUR BASE
Want to colour your hair and get vibrant results? Coconut oil serves as an excellent and all-natural medium to colour your hair. As mentioned above, it penetrates the hair more deeply and faster as compared to a lot of other natural oils, thus helping you achieve a richer hair colour that doesn’t fade easily.
#7. LICE TREATMENT
People experiencing problems with lice (head and pubic) and are in search of treatment can use coconut oil as it proves to be effective in eliminating lice especially when combined with anise spray.
#8. PROTEIN LOSS PREVENTION
With the molecular weight and straight linear chain of coconut oil, it is revealed in a study that it remarkably reduces protein loss for both healthy and damaged hair.
#9. HAIR DETANGLER
Problems with tangled hair? Coconut oil is the solution–and can even prevent problems with hair breakage. It penetrates the hair shaft, thus improving hair break stress. As it surrounds the hair, knots are easily removed after washing
#10. STYLING AGENT
One of the most commonly overlooked uses of coconut oil for hair is as a styling agent. Unlike the typical hairstyling products, it is free from toxic ingredients. Much more, it can tame the hair, prevent frizz, and keep hair in place without resulting in thermal damage or making the hair brittle and susceptible to tangles.
#11. SKIN MOISTURISER
Coconut oil comes with moisturising effects making a suitable treatment for dry and itchy skin, and works even better than other oils. It can improve dryness with its antibacterial and emollient properties. Its saturated fats prevent moisture loss through the pores giving your skin a healthy, smooth and even complexion.
#12. STRETCH MARKS REMEDY
With its ability to enhance collagen cross-linking and restore lipid barrier function, coconut oil is said to have the ability to reduce the appearance of stretch marks. Its beneficial properties of coconut oil, and the empirical data that exists suggests coconut oil can reduce or prevent stretch marks.
#13. SHAVING CREAM SUBSTITUTE
When a shaving cream is not in sight, no worry! Coconut oil can work as great–if not, even better! Coconut oil creates a moisturising layer that protects the skin when applied. And unlike the typical shaving creams or foams it doesn’t cause dryness and won’t leave you with an itchy feel.
#14. WOUND HEALING
Coconut oil’s ability to increase collagen cross-linking and antioxidant enzyme activity is found to be effective in improve wound healing and can help in the treatment of minor cuts and abrasions.
#15. TREATMENT FOR VARIOUS SKIN CONDITIONS
Skin conditions that occur due to dry skin can be relieved with coconut oil. It is an effective substance that can improve eczema, xeroses and other skin infections with the skin hydration and lipid barrier function that it is capable of.
#16. INSECT REPELLANT
Do insects bother you? Add at least 50 drops of your preferred essential oil to 8 ounces of coconut oil to create your own repellant so you can be free from the worries of insect bites–as well as from the harmful chemicals that are usually found in conventional insect repellants.
#17. MASSAGE OIL
Coconut oil has a mild and nice scent that doesn’t dry out easily, making it a great massage oil. With a few drops of your favourite essential oil, it can bring relief for tired and sore muscles and provide relaxation.
#18. SUNBURN TREATMENT
As previously mentioned, coconut oil has a minimal amount of SPF. When you feel like you had a bit too much of the sun, just slather some coconut oil to help soothe inflamed skin, minimise redness and rehydrate your skin.
#19. ANTIBACTERIAL
Lauric acid, a substance that is also present in breast milk is also a component of the coconut oil. It acts as an antibacterial agent to give the skin added protection against potential pathogens. Moreover, it can prevent the worsening of acne due to bacterial infections.
#20. SOOTHES DRYNESS
Coconut oil can be used as a body lotion. When you feel that your skin on your elbows, knees and hands is seriously dry, you can find a remedy in coconut oil. Simply rub it in your hands just like the way you use your lotion. Focus on the spots that tend to get drier than the other parts of your body.
#21. FACIAL WASH
If you are looking for the perfect facial wash, look no further than those with coconut oil as ingredient. Coconut oil has moisturising and antimicrobial properties to leave your face clean–freeing it from bacteria-causing pimples while leaving it hydrated and vibrant-looking!
#22. ACNE TREATMENT
Do you suffer from acne? Research suggest that coconut oil can effectively treat some types of acne and can also be used as an alternative remedy that might help improve acne vulgaris for some people. Its antimicrobial and anti-inflammatory properties enable it to inhibit the growth of bacteria and reduce inflammation and swelling.
#23. DEEP CLEANSER & EXFOLIANT
As the face is regularly exposed to dirt, dust, pollution and even makeup, deep facial cleansing is a must to maintain a healthy skin and keep it free from toxins that can seep into the skin and cause clogged pores. Coconut oil when used as a cleanser, gently exfoliates the skin, penetrates pores and dissolves clogs.
#24. MAKEUP REMOVER
Your eyes and the skin around it are very sensitive and you should not just use any makeup remover to avoid irritation. Using coconut oil as a makeup remover will allow you to clean the area around the eyes safely. Furthermore, the coconut oil’s hydrating properties work to reduce the appearance of wrinkles!
#25. DAY AND NIGHT CREAM
It takes a gentle application of coconut oil on your face to keep it hydrated and allow regeneration as you sleep. It can also be used as a day cream and best works with a sunblock to prevent damages caused by sun exposure.
#26. WRINKLE PREVENTION
Coconut oil can penetrate deep into the skin that enables a smooth and wrinkle-free complexion for a more youthful look. Thanks to its triglycerides that attract protein molecules to allow the timely repair of the collagen layer.
#27. ANTI-AGING TREATMENT
There are certain elements like UV rays, pollution, stress and harsh chemicals that cause the skin to age faster than it should. And oftentimes, the most affected area is the skin of the face. Coconut oil when applied to the skin works like a physical barrier that protects it from harsh elements, while at the same time keeping the skin moisturised. And because it has antioxidant, oxidative damage is also reduced to make the skin look smooth, supple and younger-looking.
Here’s a bonus tip: when applied directly to age spots, coconut oil prevents the formation of free-radicals causing it to fade!
#28. LIP BALM
With a single drop of oil, you can get relief from chapped and cracked lips. And because it is shiny, it is an instant lip gloss that makes your lips look more beautiful. You don’t even have to worry about licking it because it is actually edible! Much more, its antifungal properties can be used to treat oral thrush infections.
#29. CHEEK HIGHLIGHTER
Need to perk up your face? Tiredness can reflect on your face but you need not worry especially with a small amount of coconut oil to use as a highlighter! With a few drops of coconut oil on top of makeup, you can leave it to achieve a glowing skin. In fact, natural organic makeup brands use coconut oil as a base ingredient for their products!
#30. EYELASH ENHANCER
Do you want to enhance your eyelashes? Coconut oil is the answer. Simple brush a small amount of the oil on your eyelashes to enhance their growth and colour. With regular application, you can achieve longer and fuller lashes to frame your peepers!
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