your hotness

“i...wait a minute! i’m not tyler, you’re tyler! i’m lindsay, silly.”

“ummm.....can you use that in a sentence?”

“Candice!” Lindsay called out, stopping everything she was doing to wave at her friend. She really liked Candice. She was a lot like Heather, but at the same time she was soooo much nicer. Lindsay didn’t think she could be so lucky when she first met her and ever since Lindsay tended to stick to her like glue (at least she did when Heather was absent). “Are you busy?? We should totally get lunch together! I found this really cute sandwich shop in the mall and like....it has sooo many vegan options so it’s like perfect for us!”

“Oh my gosh...I am like, in love with your outfit!” Lindsay squealed at the man in front of her. When she saw a good outfit, she saw a good outfit. Why wouldn’t she scream about it? Maybe if Heather was around she would be a little more subtle but she wasn’t so as far as Lindsay was concerned, she was in the right. “I totally wish I could pull off neons like that. But it is soooo not my style. At least that’s what some of my friends say.”

Steven beamed with glee at her compliment. “I did, thank you so much!” he said smiling almost proudly. He remembered when he used to ask Garnet for help. And then he found YouTube tutorials, and it all became so much easier to learn.”Your makeup looks really pretty, too. And I really like your outfit!” he grinned. Steven blushed a bit at all the compliments, “Well, thanks, I mostly just follow what the tutorial person says to do. Sometimes I like to add my own flair, though,” he said with a grin. Usually a touch of glitter something that was shiny or he’d change a color slightly to make it pop more. “Oh, there’s that place in Whitegar–Bippity Boppity Beauty or something like that? And then some of my other stuff I get from this little online shop where’s it’s all like, organic and vegan and cruelty free makeup. And some of their proceeds go to supporting LGBTQIA+ groups.” Usually he didn’t like to sound so “preachy”–he doesn’t know if he’d call it being ‘preachy’, but he knows there are probably others who might– when talking about products he liked, but he just really liked what this company stood for, so he’d definitely share it whenever he got the chance.

Lindsay, of course, silently agreed that she looked good. She put so much work into her outfits down the cowboy boots she was feeling that day. So it only felt right for a little cutie to get that. When he mentioned the very store she managed she squealed again. “Oh my gosh really? I work there! Bippity! I like to call it Bippy sometimes, for short!” And because she was constantly forgetting the name. How she was a store manager? Confusing, but she was good at it! “You need to stop by when I’m working next time I will give you sooo many discounts!” She listened to the rest and nodded her head. Aww, a little cutie and a little activist. Lindsay respected that. “I totally need their card! I love trying new makeup!” She got an idea and clapped her hands together. “You should totally do my makeup! I mean you’re like really good at it so why not right?”

task 01: you are the music in me

SIDE A: a playlist of songs you feel your muse would listen to

party in the usa - miley cyrus // greedy- ariana grande // on a roll- ashley o // oops!...i did it again - britney spears // fergalicious - fergie // don’t cha - the pussycat dolls ft. busta rhymes // touch my body- mariah carey // stars are blind - paris hilton // baby -justin bieber

SIDE B: a playlist of songs that describe or fit your muse (songs that fit their overall character, their relationships with certain other muses, their past, or whatever part of their life you’d like)

“Oh my gosh....Did you do your makeup by yourself? Because it’s sooo cute!” Lindsay said with a squeal, clapping her hands together in her excitement. “I love the colors. You blend everything so well! I just like....need to know where you got your makeup!”

“Hey.....I remember you!” Lindsay called out to the man in question, a smile on her face. Now normally when Lindsay acknowledged someone’s presence, she was wrong. But she was sure this time she was spot-on. “We went to middle school together! Todd, right?” She was so certain this man was him that she almost hugged him. “It’s been so long! How are you? Did you get tanner? Me too!”