Nowaayjose - Lost Boy

a lot of people forget about color correcting or don’t know how helpful it is:

green concealer: cancels out red blemishes, scars, scratches, rosy cheeks, rosacea etc

orange concealer: cancels out blue undertones such as 5 o'clock shadows, bruises, hickeys, dark circles. (orange primers are also good for freckles and any ashiness in medium to dark skin tones)

purple concealer: neutralizes yellow skin complexions or yellow bruises.

always color correct before applying foundation and never after, it changes the tone of your base. your welcome

you're the yellow bird that i've been waiting for

pairing: luke/ashton, michael/calum (minor)

summary: Ashton knew this whole timer thing was absolutely ridiculous. He knew there had to be flaws in the whole ‘your timer will stop when you look your soulmate in the eyes for the very first time’ thing. After all the timers have been around since practically forever. There’s bound to be cracks in such an ancient system.

He just would’ve preferred it if the universe hadn’t confirmed his suspicions by pulling this stupid stunt.

This stupid stunt being Ashton sitting on the couch, in front of his TV at 2 am in the morning, watching MTV, staring dumbly at his timer that has just hit zero. The flickering lights of the TV throw shadows over the thin white lines of the zeros and no matter how Ashton holds his arm, the zeros stay.

or, ashton discovers a flaw in the soulmate system and spends the upcoming years pining over someone who doesn’t know he exists.

a/n: this fic is something ive been working on for the past few weeks and that couldn’t have existed without the help of my always amazing squad (femmeashton, punkcaluhm, pizzawithlashton and mpregashton) <3333

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college students, Bigwords.com is a conventient sort of search site that rifles through all sorts of online stores and ads looking for the text books you need, newest edition, you can look specifically for used books or ones with a buyback program, and stuff. and can be a lot cheaper, saved me $400 one semester

i have nothing against louis but his voice is very weak compared to every one else in the band so why is he your favorite voice? (not trying to be rude but it is)

I feel like I’ve answered this before but for the last time, Louis’ voice is fucking crucial to their sound as a singing group. Their harmonies would sound broken and empty without him. His voice might not be able to compete with Liam’s lower register or Zayn’s high notes or Harry’s nuance but it so fucking unique. This whole “Louis is the weakest one vocally” is just a myth with little substance because his voice is absolutely pivotal to their overall sound. The real question is, how can Louis’ voice not be your favourite?

Carrying the chorus in WMYB (X) (X)

Carrying the chorus in Moments (X)

Carrying the chorus in Over Again (X)

Speaking of Over Again, listen (X)

Little Black Dress sounds horrible without him (X)

Hitting difficult notes effortlessly (X)

The way he uses melisma in Summer Love (X)

Nothing weak about his Rock Me solo (X) (X)

Listen to Liam singing Louis’ part and then Louis taking over (X) Louis is actually way stronger than Liam vocally here, they just have different strengths

The bridge in I Would. Oh yes, very weak indeed (X)

Listen to that last note and weep (X) (X)

Him being granted so few solos in the beginning is a crime (X)

His Use Sombody solo shows he’s got great range (X)

Look at him hitting a perfect G4 note (X)

His voice is fucking unique (X)

It sticks out like crazy from the other boys (X)

His Better Than Words solo is an orgasm in audio form (X) (X) (X) The way he slightly cracks his voice during “yoOoUUuu” is a difficult technique to master but he does it impeccably

His soft, silvery voice compliments Harry’s perfectly (X) (X)

The contrast is the most beautiful thing in the world (X)

Fucking listen (X)

So yeah

y’all follow me on twitter i need to follow more people 

SHOULD I READ THAT 289009 OR WHATEVER FIC YALL ARE CRYING OVER BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD

YES. trigger warning because Luke has cancer (Ashton has cancer as well) and there’s a lot of talk about dying in it and the reality of what cancer really is. It hurts so bad… and you’re gonna cry…but its incredible. It’s in the top 3 best things I’ve ever read in my life so far its truly amazing and a mother fucking bitch to read. Here’s the link http://archiveofourown.org/works/4687991/chapters/10701119 and GOOD LUCK

are those survey site even real? i tried i-say and opinion outpost but they only offered gift cards, WHICH I NEVER GOT :/

Yes omg some are actually real and do PAY YOU IN CASH, but you have to be careful and find the right ones. People advertising the ones you mentioned forget to say that they’re scammy/only offer gift cards.

This website is the only one I use; they have actually paid me twice via PayPal and have never asked me for personal bank information and such. You have to confirm your e-mail if you want the $5 welcome bonus :)

Innocent. [NSFW]

The one where you accidentally send a dirty text to Harry at work and he comes home to remind you who’s boss. 

A/N: we all know how i feel about dom!harry, and this time I decided to add some aftercare at the end as well. this was written in about 5 hours so please be kind because it has been very roughly edited but i am very happy with how it turned out :) feedback is appreciated as always and THANK YOU FOR READING!!!! xx

words: ~4k

warnings: daddy kink mentions, dom!harry, dirty talk, etc

who: harry and y/n 

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat again, glancing down at the dim screen of your phone for the time. Minutes had dragged on into hours, and now you were convinced that time had stopped altogether.

Seated behind the soundboard and its rainbow of buttons and knobs, you looked on as the sound producers carefully listened to Harry’s vocals, adjusting things as he sang through the chorus of a new song for the umpteenth time. It was just him in the booth now, as Mitch and Adam had already recorded a majority of their tracks, and the girls were working in another studio to mix their harmonies for Harry.

It was nothing more than a normal day at the studio.

A very dull day, you decided.

You’d woken up that morning with a itch in your tummy you knew only Harry could help solve, that he could reach, but he’d already bounded out of bed at the sound of his alarm, eager to get in and “get working.” The usual tricks you played to get him to stay in bed just a little longer had failed to work (even batting your eyelashes and smiling sleepily, pretending to be so pure hadn’t phased him), and you were left with a buzz inside of you that would only prove to be more distracting as the day progressed.

So now you sat there, watching him sing to his heart’s content, cosy in an oversized jumper and a bit of scruff on his chin. Harry’s eyes were closed, lost in the melodies he’d written out straight from his heart, and the look on his face was absolutely cruel.

Though his outfit was more relaxed than he left most see him in, his hands were faithfully dotted with rings and rudely exaggerated the veins running through them. It was as if he’d chosen them specifically to frustrate you from a distance and was playing innocent just to see how far he could push you.

He flashed a few smiles your way throughout the process, looking amused with himself after each take. You played along, giving your best grins back and even a cheesy thumbs up at one point, but you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to sit here and watch him looking like that.

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