#effableobject

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effableobject replied to your post “bumpkin-is replied to your photo “I’ve only worn black, white and/or...”

I love Julep for metallics! Almost all the ones I've tried have had a really easy formula.

OOH okay I’ll check that out! Essie’s got my favorite colors out of anyone but damn are they not user friendly D:

[brilligspoons]

can neither confirm nor deny this accusation

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please come to Boston and help me with makeup all the time, HOW ARE YOU SO PERFECT AT THIS, srsly, all your looks = flawless

YOU ARE TOO KIND

i am for srs planning a trip to boston sometime next year after i graduate, and i would love to play makeup games

basically i couldn’t quit buying makeup, so i had to start using it to justify my purchasing habits, and then i got extra obsessed and watched a million youtube videos, so

so much of it is just practice practice practice! i get bored and play around when i’m not going anywhere and there’s no pressure, and that’s helped a lot

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effableobject replied to your post:A list of things I am looking forward to, made in...

GONNA BAKE A MILLION PIES AND WEAR COZY BLANKET-SWEATERS AND SING ALONG TO GALILEO

YESSSSSSSSSSS

also i will now have Galileo stuck in my head all day

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effableobject replied to your photoset “I’m a goddamn soldier.”

DAMN, GIRL

I FEEL LIKE THIS IS HIGH PRAISE COMING FROM YOU AND I AM GOING TO GRACIOUSLY ACCEPT IT.  ❤

lionsroar83 replied to your photoset “I’m a goddamn soldier.”

I'm so in love!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your sunglasses are fab, your hair looks GREAT and your face is gorgeous!!!!

IT IS CERTAINLY FACE LIKE. It’s pretty good at doing face things. Like breathing and seeing and arranging itself in really dumb ways when people point cameras at it.

lisapizza replied to your post “genderhexe replied to your photoset “I’m a goddamn soldier.”AHHH WTF...”

i definitely do have that video. i'm saving it for a special occasion :)

Please tell me that special occasion is hazing all new possible significant others on the third date. That’s a third date activity, right? Hazing? Like, you don’t deserve me at my Vanilla-est if you can’t handle me at my Ice-est. 

[brilligspoons]

hashtag friendship

brilligspoons: I absolutely want 5k of angst about it, too, but I'm just warning you that it doesn't really exist! except in our twisted little hearts.

effableobject: that is what the fanfic is for, and I will be all over that as soon as I finish the books

brilligspoons: YESSSSSSSS not that I had an ulterior motive in making you read these at all nope YEESSSSSSSSSSS

effableobject: oh, sure, you have zero interest in me writing an in-depth exploration of the emotional repercussions of inter-species dub-con

brilligspoons: I NEVER

effableobject: YOU ALWAYS

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effableobject replied to your post: I made giant maple scones and Sansa co...

that giant maple scone looks AMAZING, can we get a recipe?

YUP it’s just this! Except the sugar is maple sugar, and I glazed them (maple syrup + confectioner’s sugar). I think they sell maple extract, if you don’t have access to maple sugar or it’s not worth buying (I live in Vermont so anything related to maple is usually available lol)

[brilligspoons]

May Meme: chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.

will i be able to catch up on all the prompts i missed this week before i leave work this afternoon? only the shadow knows.

the chaos prompt for effableobject!

The worst part about coming back from a mission injured, in Roxy's opinion, is being trapped in the medical wing for any period of time—not because she's opposed to being treated for her various wounds (she generally enjoys having full range of motion in all of her limbs, thank you), but because she can't escape Merlin's disapproving stare as she waits meekly for the doctor to finish setting her dislocated shoulder and strapping her arm into a sling. It feels a bit too much like being sent to the headmistress' office for a uniform infraction, an association that makes Roxy smile involuntarily. She'll have to share that one with Eggsy when they meet for drinks later.

"I don't know why you're grinning like an idiot," Merlin says once the doctor's left the room. "You and I are about to have words."

"Why? I didn't do anything outside of mission scope." Roxy hops down off the bed, wincing when the movement jars her bruised shoulder. "Even the injury was expected, seeing as my escape route was through a third-floor window."

"No, your escape route was through the front door, which would have been open to you had you not felt the need to engage with the mark's security force," Merlin corrects her. "Don't think I don't know what's going on here."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," says Roxy.

***

"Merlin's onto us," she says as she adds more wine to the pitcher of sangria she's mixing. "We may need to lie low for a while."

Eggsy snorts. "Listening to him, s'like no one in the history of the agency has ever broken a few windows. Day Harry recruited me, he beat up five guys, like. Totally wrecked the place. Stop messin' with the drinks, Rox, you're gonna ruin it."

"You'll ruin it," Roxy grumbles. "Anyway, it's not like I can do anything for a few months with this stupid sling on me."

"Gives me a chance to catch up then, don't it," Eggsy says. "Fuckin' overachiever."

Roxy preens. "You'll have to blow up an awful lot of buildings to even come close, pet. Good luck explaining that to Merlin."