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yours-stevie · 2 months

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NORMANI 🔥

#normani #who what wear #uk edition #new #photoshoot #2024 #gorgeous #woman #style #fashion #black beauty #hair #make-up #goals #singer

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p1325 · 1 year

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Disney’s The Princess And The Frog (2009)

#disney #walt disney classics #walt disney #princess and the frog #pink #pink aesthetic #pink disney #disney princess #soft #pastel pink #make-up #powder #gif #disney gif

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 7 months

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ℜ𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔱 𝔈𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔲𝔡'𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢-𝔲𝔭 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔶 𝔎𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔄 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔈𝔩𝔪 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱, յգՑկ

#Freddy Krueger #robert englund #make-up #A Nightmare on Elm Street #1984 #80's #80s #behind the scenes

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a-state-of-bliss · 1 year

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Vogue US July 1996 - Kirsty Hume by Michael Thompson

#fashion #make-up #Vogue Us #Kirsty Hume #Michael Thompson

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goshyesvintageads · 4 months

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Maybelline Co, 1987

#Blooming Colors #ad #1987 #mascara #advertisement #makeup #80s look #retro #1980s fashion #make up #color #advertising #model #make-up

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picknmixsims · 6 months

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Outfit Organiser - Updated

Outfit Organiser V1.7

Added subtype, layer and bin to Make-Up resources. Sub-type is restricted to the known make-up values. Layer can be selected from a drop-down or entered as an arbitrary number. Bin is an arbitrary number. (As per other numeric values, it is necessary to press Enter/Return after entering a number to get the change to "stick".)

Changing the sub-type will (by default) auto-select the associated layer, changing the layer will (by default) auto-select the associated bin value. This behaviour can be disabled from the Options menu.

Also added an option to hide the product code column and editor control.

Added a check to detect Pets EP "broken" resources (ie missing "outfit" entry) and flag them with !!! after the Type.

Making any changes to such a resource will auto-repair it, or it can be manually repaired from the right-click context menu. Repair is effected by copying the "parts" value as the "outfit" value.

Many thanks to gummilutt for raising the broken EP issue and input to the make-up changes.

#sims2tools #outfit organiser #updated #make-up #c-sharp #source code #simblr #ys2 #sims 2 #the sims 2

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nomilayxoxo · 9 months

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love her outfit 💕

#make-up #submisive sissy #feminine sissy #transisbeautiful #transgirl #blondie #girly #cute outifts

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yours-stevie · 1 year

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This is really her best photoshoot... Mama Riri 😍

#rihanna #asap rocky #british vogue #magazine #march 2023 #issue #cover star #new #photoshoot #gorgeous #woman #style #fashion #hair #make-up #goals #mother #son #husband #beautiful #family

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it-happened-one-fic · 7 months

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No Need to Gild a Lily - Vil

Author Notes: This fic doesn't actually have a song inspiration or anything like that. Rather, it's largely inspired by how embarrassed I get when ever anyone is doing make-up for me and how much worse I though it might be if it were someone you liked or who was hyper-attractive. Enter Vil. Honestly, having someone focus that intently on my face is just a little bit to much for me. Anyhow, reader is, as per usual gender-neutral (guys can wear make-up too after all). I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ sfw/ fluff/ romance implied/ bit of flirting

Word Count: 1370

I sat almost painfully still. Doing my very best to not make a face while Vil carefully analyzed my every feature.

There was an amused smile on his face as his gaze flickered over to meet mine, “You don’t have to hold quite so still, Tater-tot. I’m still picking out shades and colors for you. You only have to stay still once I start applying the make-up.”

Make-up. The whole reason I was here.

What had started out as an innocent remark from Epel about how I’d taken everyone else’s school photos but still didn’t have one of my own had been blown wildly out of proportion. Eventually, Pomefiore and Crewel together had decided to take matters into their own hands. A truly fearful prospect. But that was why today was my photoshoot.

Furthermore, by declaration of Crewel, I was going to look my very best, which had led to this very moment. With me sitting in front of Vil’s mirror and feeling unexpectedly shy while he got ready to do my makeover.

To be fair, I was fairly certain that the only reason I was feeling shy was because Vil was the one doing my make-up and closely inspecting my face. I’d been expecting Crewel, not the Pomefiore Housewarden, and was thus in no way prepared for Vil to be the one examining my face quite so closely.

The professor had instead ended up wrangling Grim, though, and was no doubt currently scrubbing my feline friend clean for his own photo, which would also be taken today.

Unlike me, Vil was utterly calm. In fact, he even seemed to be enjoying himself, as evidenced by his quiet humming as he began gently applying foundation to my face.

Just based on what Epel had told me, I never would’ve expected this relaxed of an atmosphere. The lavender-haired first-year had described his makeover as something akin to torture, with him being held down by Rook as Vil had forcibly cleaned and lotioned his face.

But then, to be fair, I was sure that Grim probably did feel like his pre-photoshoot clean-up was torturous at best.

A smile flickered across my face as I pictured the cat vainly trying to escape the scrub bucket that I’d seen Rook haul in for Crewel to use. The mental image of Grim waging a sudsy war against Crewel, of all people, was purely delightful.

“You should smile like that when your picture is taken,” Vil’s calm words drew me out of my imagination and back to the moment. I blinked, freezing as I focused in on the young man’s smiling face from where he’d obviously leaned back to study his work thus far.

I must have looked surprised since his voice had taken on an amused, half-teasing tone when he spoke once more, “After all, you’ll want to look your very best for the picture. Especially since I’m doing your make-up.”

I smiled slightly before I shifted in my seat, “I’ll try… And thank you for doing this. I’m sure you had other plans for today.”

Vil gave a surprisingly inelegant snort as he turned back to the dressing table that was currently littered with various powders and tubs whose contents would no doubt be all over my face in just a few moments, “No need to thank me. I enjoy doing this.”

He held up a new container in his hand as he twisted back to face me, “Too many people don’t take the time to enjoy dressing up and looking nice.”

He began applying whatever it was he currently held with an expert eye as he tilted his head. Focusing solely on me as he dabbed around on my face before sitting back thoughtfully.

As soon as I was free to move, I found myself tilting my head at him. Curious about his previous words, “So you like to help others look nice?”

He looked half-startled by my question before he began to chuckle softly, “I suppose I do. Watching average potatoes slowly grow and become something a little less than average is wonderful.”

He reached out, a pencil in one hand, as his other gripped my chin and tilted my head, “Roll your eyes up to look towards the ceiling without moving your head.”

I followed his instructions obediently as he began to line my eyes, still continuing to speak, “I must confess, though, that working with someone like you who has so much potential is always the most enjoyable.”

He released my chin, and I looked back towards him. Watching as he studied his work, even as I did my best to not grow more flustered from either his offhand compliment or his incredibly focused gaze.

He gave a quick, approving nod before twisting to select some new tool, “People who are willing to actually make an effort always have more potential in life.”

He leaned forward and did something else to my face before he paused, his eyes finding mine in a horribly meaningful way for his face to be this close to mine, “You’re going to go very far in life, Y/n. You already have, and you have what it takes to continue on that path.”

He sat back, a slight smirk, on his face as he studied my face as I shifted yet again. Trying not to grow twitchy under the barrage of statements that sounded suspiciously like compliments.

I didn’t know if I was just flustered or straight-up embarrassed at this point. I was used to Rook’s steady fire of flattery, but in no way had I been prepared for Vil’s.

And how Vil was capable of showering a person with so many compliments while staring them straight in the eye was beyond me, but it was a dangerous talent of his. Especially considering the fact that Vil wasn’t one to give compliments lightly. Which meant that he really did mean every word he’d said.

And what was worse was that he knew exactly what effect both he and his words were having on me. His grin was evidence enough that he knew full well what mental state I was in. It no doubt showed on my face.

He picked up a pencil off the table and gripped my chin once more, pulling me forward ever so slightly and with surprising gentleness, “Relax and smile just a little bit.”

I followed his instructions as best as I could, even as I wanted to let out a nervous giggle. At odds with my awkwardness, he calmly began tracing the outline of my lips with the colored pencil.

“There, almost done now.” He sat the pencil back down with a far too pleased expression, and it took all my power not to begin to pout slightly as I automatically leaned back.

Distancing myself in an attempt to regain some control of the situation. But even then, Vil still had all the power here, and there was practically nothing I could do about that.

He tilted his head slightly, a gleam in those amethyst eyes of his, as he gestured with a finger for me to lean back forward and towards him. And I obediently leaned forward once more, steeling myself for his finishing touches even as he gestured for me to lift my chin so he could better apply the lipstick he’d chosen.

After what felt like an eternity of him carefully studying my lips, he leaned back. Carefully examining my face in its entirety, before a smile spread across his features, “There. Beautiful.”

There was no teasing in his tone this time, and that somehow made it worse. He was being brutally honest.

Before I could respond, the door behind us opened, “How is the pup doing?”

I spun almost immediately to face Crewel, whose analytical eye immediately fell upon my face and Vil’s work. With a raised eyebrow and a slight smile, his gaze shifted to the young man who still sat in front of me, “You went with a more muted look?”

I heard Vil shift and then stand, stepping over next to me as he responded with a pleased smile, looking down at me all the while, “Of course, no need to gild a lily.”