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letstalkbeautyuk · 11 months

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No7 Future Renew Skincare Collection

#gifted Unless you have been living under a rock or on a social media detox, then there is no way you could have missed the latest release from No7. Their Future Renew Collection has been hyped all over the internet, and I was very excited to try it out. The collection is made of of 4 core products, eye cream, serum, day cream and a night cream. It’s so fantastic if you like a simple but robust…

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theshoegirldiaries · 2 years

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Flashback Beauty Friday 21: No7 Vital Enlightening Highlighter Powder from their Floral Brights, Spring 2012 collection.

#beauty #flashback beauty friday #makeup #limited edition #cosmetics #pink haired princess #highlighter #no7 #boots #bbloggers

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xxn00bpwn3rxx · 2 months

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zilly zhort fic that fuelz my autizm over Lethal Company and Regretevator (ft. Poob, Pest, and Infected) :3 i waz going 2 draw it in comic form but i dunt hav teh patience 2 draw a comic that long zo i juzt decided to write it!! lol (i might try eventually but i hav other thingz i wanna draw firzt zo it iznt a priority)

ㅤInfected sat in the ship nervously, watching Pest on the monitor as he neared the ship, the map making his indicator a suspicious red dot instead of the usual yellow one that indicated a person. He heard a light clang behind him, and Infected slowly turned his head towards the sound, coming face to face with Pest in the doorway of the ship. Infected paled slightly when he noticed Pest wearing the mimic mask, and he was just standing there, staring him down, unmoving. ㅤHe sniffled nervously, hand on the stick that would turn the ship on. When Infected sniffled, 'Pest' started moving forward and Infected let out a small shriek, slamming down on the stick and starting up the ship. 'Pest' suddenly stopped, and as the ship flew off, the mask deactivated and fell off at his feet. He blinked a couple times, taking his helmet off and staring down at the mask. ㅤ"y0U [Content Deleted]!!!!1! u kN0 no7 2 PuT 0n t3H Ma$k!!!!" Infected yelled at Pest, getting frustrated. He growled at Infected, his mandibles twitching slightly. ㅤ"I didn't put the #### thing on! Something PUT IT on me!" He argued back, kicking the mimic mask, making it slide across the floor and underneath the filing cabinet. He cringed, knowing it was worth some money, so he quietly hoped that he didn't break it by doing that. ㅤInfected rolled his eyes, and went back to the monitor. Fear slowly dawned on his face as he realized he started up the ship and Poob wasn't here. Which meant they were either dead, or he accidentally left them behind, which was basically leaving them for dead. Pest slowly came up next to him and looked at the monitor as Infected switched it over to Poob, showing them unmoving in a random part of the map on the planet they just left. Infected muttered something that sounded more like an upset whine than actual words, and Pest snickered softly. "Oh they're definitely dead."

ㅤThe ship made a small jingle sound, and both of them turned around when they heard the sound of boots softly hitting the ground. Poob had appeared next to the filing cabinet, teetering on their feet lightly as if they were dizzy from the recovery and instant teleport back to the crew's ship. Infected sighed softly in relief, looking back over at the monitor and grumbling as it now said that they were fined $50 for the death of Poob and not recovering their body and items. ㅤPest walked over to Poob and leaned his shoulder on theirs, tilting his head down slightly to look at them and smiling toothily that made his face crinkle up around the eyes. "So, how was being dead?" He said, placing his other hand on his hip, acting a bit sassy. ㅤPoob recovered themselves, and whirled around to face Pest, pushing him away and taking their helmet off as well to frown at him more effectively. "u KILLED ME! WIF A STOP SIGN!" they pouted. ㅤInfected looked at Pest in surprise, then looked at Poob, growing angry again. "h3y!! H3 tr13d 2 d0 tH@t 2 M3 T00!!!11!" ㅤ"now becus of u, we hav a $50 fine and we r barely gonna meet quota!" Poob went over to the cabinet and opened it to grab more backup supplies, Pest snickering again at seeing them so riled up. ㅤ"Surprising that you're only worth $50. あなたには5ドルの価値しかない。(You're only worth $5)" Pest joked with the last statement, crossing his arms and leaning now against the ship wall, still smiling at Poob. They grumbled and walked over to him, flicking his beetle horn with a smile back, purposely trying to piss him off. Pest growled, swatting their hand away. "Excuse you!" he retorted. ㅤPoob retorted back, "o im sory am i supposed to feel BAD towerds my MURDERER?" They flicked his mandible now, knowing Pest wasn't going to bite them. Infected had a small smile on his face as he heard this little argument between them, busy calculating the loot they had in the corner and hoping it was enough money, with some left over.

ㅤSnarling, Pest pushed past Poob and walked over to the computer. "#### you. We're going to Titan." He smirked, typing in the coordinates with fast precision as if he had done this many times over before. Infected twirled around, looking at Pest in fear. Both him and Poob yelled in unison, "N0!!!!" while running over to Pest, not realizing it was too late and he already redirected the ship and started it back up. ㅤ"we r so ded." Poob hissed out, picking up their party horn from the monitor desk and blowing it obnoxiously loud at Pest, smacking his cheek with it. ㅤ"We'll be fiiine. Have faith, Poobear."

[ They were not fine. They all died on the third day and lost everything. :1 ]

#regretevator #lethal company #regretevator fanfic #regretevator fic #lethal company fanfic #lethal company fic #poob regretevator #pest regretevator #infected regretevator

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solinette-ytb · 2 months

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1 Base 5 Sims N°3 - Riku

Voici notre 3e simette : Riku 💚

Base :

- Preset yeux n°13 (5f) – Obscurus : https://www.patreon.com/posts/helgatisha-sims-59616486

- Sourcils Gossip – Twistedcat : https://www.patreon.com/posts/eyebrow-set-no5-78226623

- Preset bouche n°2 – Miiko : https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/lip-kit-no-2

- Preset oreilles – Llumia : https://www.patreon.com/posts/ear-presets-ear-68076191

Riku :

- Skin Marigold – Llumisims : https://llumisims.tumblr.com/post/712261104512925697/llumisims-marigold-default-non-default-skin

- Cheveux Ari - QICC : https://www.patreon.com/posts/ari-hair-37809819

- Sourcils Velvet – Twistedcat : https://www.patreon.com/posts/eyebrow-set-no7-88296004

- Cils : 3D eyelashes - Dreamgirl : https://www.patreon.com/posts/3-d-l-s-h-e-s-31608667

- Boucles d’oreilles – Pralinesims : https://www.patreon.com/posts/earring-ultimate-30671297

- Collier – Pralinesims : https://www.patreon.com/posts/necklace-30529218

- Fard à paupières n°89 – Cosimetic : https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/glitter-eyeshadow-n89/id/1611872/

- Eyeliner n°22 - Obscurus : https://www.patreon.com/posts/makeup-set-71489302

- Blush n°2 – Obscurus : https://www.patreon.com/posts/51900970

- Rouge à lèvres Prism set – Twistedcat : https://www.patreon.com/posts/prism-makeup-set-73341457

- Tenue Jasmine dress 2 – Sentate : https://www.patreon.com/posts/may-2022-66061903

- Bagues Urmia - Madlen : https://www.patreon.com/posts/urmia-rings-70346468

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- Bottes shatter – Trillyke : https://www.patreon.com/posts/shatter-boots-94360384

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keeleyhawesnews · 1 year

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himbos-hotline · 1 year

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💞 @ your favorite blog. Theres so many!! Obviously like my friends theyre so great and I love them so much but to like name a few @catboynickjackson is such a fantastic writer that I constantly want to just inject their work into my veins! I hold theri writing so close to my heart and I highly suggest checking them out! @malewifemoxley / @kass-the-kitten and @mrsmatt especially for just yelling in my tags with every fic I write. I love your opinions and thoughts so much that I am constantly bonbarded with ispiration and love for you guys! Sometimes it really is just yall three that keep my writing! @old-no7 I have started to re-read wide open spaces for like the tenth time because your writiing is just so magnetic that I never want the fics to end. I am constantly facinated and bombarded with love for how you portay the characters and drag emotions out of them. Youre such a popular tumblr but im always terrified to interact but I always see you on my dash and go "hey look at what my friend did!" I just cant socialise for FUCK 🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? Boot scoot boggie- kixs and dunn. It is SUCH good country song with such an agressively happy musical. Cowboy approved, jack enjoyed! 🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? something with mint in, maybe a mint oreo or something full of flavour but not really chosen much

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piratewithvigor · 2 years

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Journey Out Of Darkness: The History Of Kane

Chapter 12: Blondie

First person to make the connection between the gif and the chapter gets a shiny gold star

Last Chapter ~ AO3

Taglist: @the--blackdahlia @coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe @wendigoruble @old-no7 @kayfabebabe

With Margaret having gone back to her room and Red outside, Abel spent the morning with Mrs. Hill. She was working on mopping the kitchen and told him he could either go and find something to occupy himself with or sit on the counter until the floor had dried. She knew his feet weren’t muddy, but young boys had a habit of tracking around dirt if they just thought of the word. Abel was the closest to laughing he’d gotten since arriving at the ranch as he climbed up onto the counter.

It seemed like Mrs. Hill didn’t get as much company as she’d like, judging by the way she began talking. Abel couldn’t say he blamed her; it had to be kind of lonely working in the house while everyone else was outside.

She talked a little about herself– she’d been working to keep this house organized for the last twenty-eight years (twenty-nine, come next month), she had a husband who lived in Alpine and had raised two sons who’d gone and grown up since she started. She took Sunday off between lunch and dinner for smoothies and darts with her friends and requested kindly that if Abel should intend to make a large mess that he wait to do it until she got back so nothing could stain. She liked baking, but besides muffins in the morning, nobody in the house had much of a sweet tooth, so he should feel free to request cookies or cakes whenever he wanted. She arrived at six every morning and breakfast was an hour later. If he was home from school, lunch could be whenever he wanted it, and dinner was at six o’clock sharp. Any time he was hungry in between, there was a loaf of bread in the breadbox, a pat of butter under the dome and a bowl of fruit on the table. Abel felt that was fair.

She moved on to the rest of the household as she worked on the baseboards. Red liked to read, he did not like to watch TV; they only got one a few years ago and he kept it in a separate room at the other end of the house, and refused to get an antenna, so the reception was terrible anyway. Lucas was new to the ranch and didn’t talk much about anything personal besides his hatred of someone named Flair, but Deke and Tony had been around forever. They were good men and on and on like that while she worked. What struck Abel once he’d been given permission to climb off the counter and cross the dried floor was that she didn’t mention Margaret. Not one word.

Which he decided told him something in and of itself.

When the mopping was through, she began preparing lunch. Even though she didn’t call any of the men when it was ready, they seemed to be called by the sandwiches. There wasn’t much special about them; just bologna like his Ma used to make for his lunches, but they tasted special in the same way. The kind of special when someone looking after you makes you food. He knew Mrs. Hill wasn’t his new mom, or even really a mother figure, but she was doing a far better job of making him feel welcome than Margaret was.

Once lunch was through, Red helped Abel into the front seat of his pickup truck and took him into Alpine. The boots being sold there weren’t necessarily of the highest quality, but they would serve his purposes until Abel decided whether or not he really liked riding. If he did, they could make a stop on the next trip up to El Paso and go to the Tony Lama factory store. Go see his friend Jaime and get him some ‘real boots’. Abel decided that sounded good to him.

Back on the ranch, Red helped him get the boots on and took him for a wider stroll around the main buildings. “Break in the boots,” he said. “Make sure they don’t hurt your feet when you wear them for a good few hours.” With the time the stroll gave them, Red explained some things about ranching. What some of the machines did to make the animals happier and make the ranchers’ jobs easier. He told about the work that used to have to be done before those machines were invented. Even just a week ago, the lecture would have probably bored Abel to tears, especially when his feet were a little sore from breaking in boots, but somehow, Red made it fascinating. He loved what he did, that much was clear.

His love didn’t seem to be quite as apparent when talking about Margaret. When they went inside for dinner, Mrs. Hill mentioned she hadn’t been out of her room since breakfast. The news made a darker look cross Red’s face. The kind of look that told Abel there’d be fighting again that night.

It set in around midnight and lasted for an hour.

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The riding lesson happened the next day.

When Abel went downstairs for breakfast, the table was full. Of food and of people in good moods. Even Margaret. Maybe she’d just needed a few days to adjust and this was what she was really like. Abel really hoped so.

As the occupants of the table parted ways to go about their own work, Margaret led Abel out to the corral, where there was a dark brown horse with patches of white standing in the middle. It was nowhere as big as Margaret’s horse, but seemed a lot more calm as well.

“Red and I thought we’d try you on Blondie this morning,” Margaret said. “He’s very well-behaved, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“He looks like a good horse,” Abel nodded, trying to calm his nerves. He wasn’t scared of Blondie, but more of Margaret if he did anything less than perfect.

“As long as you treat him right. That’s the first rule of working with animals– treat them right, and they’ll love you forever. But if you’re mean to them or scare them, they’ll be afraid and a scared animal is one that can cause injuries, to itself and to you.”

She stepped up next to Blondie and patted him on the muzzle gently. Blondie snorted softly and pressed into her hand.

Margaret turned to Abel and looked him over long and hard. “You know better than to be rough with an animal, right?”

“Much better, ma’am.”

“Good. Just trying to figure out what you know. So much of working with animals feels like common sense to me at this point, but I have to remember you’ve never done it before. Now come over here. Stand here, next to me. What side of the horse are we on?”

“The left side.”

“That’s correct. The left side. It’s always, always the side you mount from. Mount means get on.”

“Yeah.” That seemed pretty obvious, but Abel had to assume she was just being extra thorough. She obviously held a lot of affection for horses and wouldn’t want any of them to get injured just because she assumed he knew something. But the meaning of mount seemed pretty obvious…

“Now. To get on” – she nudged him out of the way with her shoulder– “you put your left foot into the left stirrup” – she put her foot into the little handle hanging down off the side of the saddle– “grab onto the horn of the saddle with your left hand” –at which point she grabbed onto the big knob at the front of the saddle– “swing yourself up and there you are.” The horse hadn’t seemed quite so tall until Margaret was sitting on his back. “Simple, right?”

Sure. Simple. That was one word for it. All her actions made sense, but there was one thing Margaret hadn’t really thought up. The handle on the side, the stirrup, was just a smidgen higher than Abel was confident he could lift his leg. He wasn’t short by any means, but he definitely wasn’t tall. Not like Thomas. Thomas would probably be able to do this with no problem. He’d probably be able to get on the horse and start riding like a real cowboy right away. He was always good at figuring out this kind of stuff on his first try.

“Would you like to try it?”

“Okay.”

She climbed down off the saddle in what seemed to be the exact process reversed and handed him the reins.

“Here you are. Now, the reins, you keep in your hands while mounting. Whichever you feel you can better mount with. Once you’re up, you always hold in your non-dominant hand so you can use your dominant hand for other things. Opening gates, usually, but maybe holding a whip when you get a little older so you can help us round up the animals.”

He sort of hoped the whip she meant was different than the kind that came to mind. He wanted to help out on the farm, but the idea of whipping the animals didn’t sit quite right.

“There’s a special kind of grip for reins so they’re harder to drop. You need to pass them through your fingers like this” –she pulled them through the fingers of his hand and closed his thumb around them– “then when you want the horse to move, you give a little tug. That’s all, just a little one. They’re attached, see, to the bit in his mouth and if you pull too hard, he could get hurt. And what’s the first rule of riding horses?”

“Always mount from the left side.”

“No. We don’t hurt them. That’s the first rule.”

“Okay.”

“So you tug gently to make him move. If you want to turn, you lay the reins on the side of the neck opposite to the direction you want him to go. So to turn him left, you lay the reins on the right side of the neck. Understand?”

No. There was so much information and Margaret seemed so annoyed to be saying each word to him. He had to try and understand it all, since if he didn’t, he could hurt the horse and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt someone, especially someone who depended on him to know what he was doing and the stirrups were too high and the reins couldn’t be tugged too hard but what was too hard and what wasn’t hard enough and was he going to have to whip animals he didn’t want to whip animals he didn’t want to do any of this but he didn’t want to get sent back to the home so he was going to have to make Margaret like him but she didn’t like him and he didn’t know why and–

“I think so.”

“Abel, you can’t ‘think’ so. You have to be sure. Now– what part of what I said don’t you understand?”

All of it. “About the reins.”

“What about the reins?”

“How you turn him.”

“How you use the reins to turn the horse?”

“Yes.”

“It’s very simple,” Margaret said, the edge in her voice so much louder than it had been when they first went out. All he wanted to do was forget about the lesson and go back inside. Everyone would be better off for it, especially Blondie, but he couldn’t do that. “Reins on the right side of the neck, horse turns left. Reins on the left, horse turns right. Got it?”

“Yes. Thank you.” Anything to get this over with.

“You’re welcome.” She sighed. “Abel, you’re really going to have to pay attention, okay?”

“I will.”

“Because this is my valuable riding time, and it’s not polite to waste people’s time.”

“I don’t mean to waste your time, ma’am, I’m sorry.”

“Good. All right now, grab hold of the horn and step up.”

Which went about as well as expected. He couldn’t reach the horn. Or the stirrup. Margaret must have been familiar with the problem, given how quickly she just boosted him up herself. Abel felt like he really truly could have done without that sensation. The only thing more unpleasant was the realization that he was going to have to get down again.

“Your legs are too short to reach the stirrups. Get down so I can adjust them,” Margaret said, glaring at him like it was his fault. Abel debated for a moment whether or not to tell her about how there used to be a family joke of how Thomas got all the height out of the two of them, but his train of thought was interrupted.

“Abel, no! You always dismount to the left, remember? Now please pay attention.”

“But you didn’t say that before.”

“I know I did, don’t contradict me.” She started tightening the stirrups. “It’s bad manners for a child to contradict an adult.”

That frustrated him. When adults thought they knew best just because they were older. He didn’t say so, though. Just kept quiet and walked around the horse to join her so he could try again.

“Stop!”

He froze in his tracks.

“Never walk behind a horse, Abel. It’s very dangerous.”

His head was starting to spin and his chest was feeling tight. If it was dangerous, why hadn’t she told him so yet? What else was dangerous that he didn’t know yet?

He reversed his direction and came around the front, squeezing his fingers into his palm and unclenching them over and over. It kept his chest from getting any tighter.

“I’m sorry for yelling. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” She smiled tightly, and finished tightening the stirrups. “Alright, that should do it.”

She got him back into the saddle, which was much easier with the stirrups lower, and proceeded to spend the next five minutes lecturing him about posture, about sitting tall, keeping his heels down, stacking his body, keeping his ears over his shoulders, shoulders over hips, hips over heels, heels down, and on and on.

He was barely aware of anything going on around him anymore by the time Margaret stopped Blondie. He’d been riding around the ring, but didn’t remember a moment of it.

“Well, there’s a lot of work to do, but the important thing is that you enjoyed it. You did enjoy it, right?”

“Oh, yes,” he said, using just about the last of his energy to say so. “I enjoyed it a lot.”

“Good.” She stared at him expectantly. “Well…”

“Well…” He couldn’t think of what the ‘well’ was for. “Well, I would like to do it again?”

“Abel… what do you say after someone does something nice for you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I think we had a good time.” She took the reins and started leading Blondie back towards the stables. “You just have to apply yourself a little more, Abel. I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

Abel leaned against the wooden beams that made up the fence around the ring, his heart feeling like it was echoing through each and every plank. If every lesson was going to be like that one, he had his doubts.

#Journey Out Of Darkness #Kane #WWE #WWF #so up until now we've covered about 6 months of Abel's life #and we've gotten through 89 pages of the book #I intend to go up to page 196 before I start completely rewriting it #and the following 110 pages cover 10 years #so either action is gonna pick up really fucking fast or I'm gonna be doing a ton of original content #stuff ol Mikey never even thought of #he was too busy coming up with OCs #god this man loves OCs #he also loves 'and he never saw him again' and then bringing them back #it really and truly is not that good of a book

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birdsviewblog · 9 months

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