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themakeupbrush · 7 months

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List of Met Galas since 2001

I've gotten a few asks for a list of Met Galas. Technically, the gala has existed since 1948, and been themed since 1973, but I started at 2001 to keep it short (there was no gala in 2000 apparently). If you're interested in every theme that's ever existed, there's a chart on Wikipedia.

Most lists online start somewhere around 2011-2013, since it wasn't covered by the press the same way before then.

2001 Jacqueline Kennedy: The White House Years

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Christina and Lindsay Owen-Jones, Annette and Oscar de la Renta, Carolina Herrera Caroline Kennedy and Edwin A. Schlossberg

Sponsor: L'Oreal

2003 Goddess: The Classical Mode

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Tom Ford, Nicole Kidman

Sponsor: Gucci

2004 Dangerous Liaisons: Fashion and Furniture in the 18th Century

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Renée Zellweger, Lawrence Stroll, Silas Chou, Edgar Bronfman Jr. Jacob Rothschild, Jayne Wrightsman

Sponsor: Asprey

2005 The House of Chanel

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Karl Lagerfeld, Nicole Kidman Caroline, Princess of Hanover

Sponsor: Chanel

2006 AngloMania: Tradition and Transgression in British Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Christopher Bailey, Sienna Miller Rose Marie Bravo, The Duke of Devonshire

Sponsor: Burberry

2007 Poiret: King of Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Cate Blanchett, Nicolas Ghesquière François-Henri Pinault

Sponsor: Balenciaga

2008 Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, George Clooney, Julia Roberts, Giorgio Armani

Sponsor: Giorgio Armani

2009 The Model As Muse: Embodying Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Kate Moss, Justin Timberlake Marc Jacobs

Sponsor: Marc Jacobs

Ticket Price: $7,500

2010 American Woman: Fashioning a National Identity

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Oprah Winfrey, Patrick Robinson

Sponsor: Gap

2011 Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Colin Firth, Stella McCartney François-Henri Pinault and Salma Hayek

Sponsor: Alexander McQueen

2012 Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Carey Mulligan, Miuccia Prada, Jeff Bezos

Sponsor: Amazon

2013 Punk: Chaos to Couture

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Rooney Mara, Lauren Santo Domingo, Riccardo Tisci Beyoncé

Sponsor: Moda Operandi

Ticket Price: $15,000

2014 Charles James: Beyond Fashion

Co-chairs: Aerin Lauder, Anna Wintour, Bradley Cooper, Oscar de la Renta, Sarah Jessica Parker, Lizzie and Jonathan Tisch

Sponsor: AERIN

Ticket Price: $25,000

Theme Announcement: September 4th, 2013

2015 China: Through the Looking Glass

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Jennifer Lawrence, Gong Li, Marissa Mayer, Wendi Murdoch, Silas Chou

Sponsor: Yahoo

Ticket Price: $25,000

Theme Announcement: September 11th, 2014

2016 Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Taylor Swift, Idris Elba, Jonathan Ive Nicolas Ghesquière, Karl Lagerfeld, Miuccia Prada

Sponsor: Apple

Ticket Price: $30,000

Theme Announcement: October 13th, 2015

2017 Rei Kawakubo/Comme des Garçons: Art of the In-Between

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Gisele Bündchen and Tom Brady, Katy Perry, Pharrell Williams, Rei Kawakubo

Sponsor: Apple, Condé Nast, Farfetch, H&M, Maison Valentino

Ticket Price: $30,000

Theme Announcement: October 21st, 2016

2018 Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Rihanna, Amal Clooney, Donatella Versace Christine and Stephen A. Schwarzman

Sponsors: Christine and Stephen A. Schwarzman, Versace

Ticket Price: $30,000

Theme Announcement: November 8th, 2017 (currently the latest they've announced the theme)

2019 Camp: Notes on Fashion

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Lady Gaga, Harry Styles, Serena Williams, Alessandro Michele

Sponsor: Gucci

Ticket Price: $35,000

Theme Announcement: October 9th, 2018

Planned for May 4, 2020 (canceled) About Time: Fashion and Duration

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Meryl Streep, Emma Stone, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Nicolas Ghesquière

Sponsor: Louis Vuitton

September 2021 In America: A Lexicon of Fashion

Co-chairs: Timothée Chalamet, Billie Eilish, Amanda Gorman, Naomi Osaka, Tom Ford, Adam Mosseri, Anna Wintour

Sponsor: Instagram

Ticket Price: $35,000

2022 In America: An Anthology of Fashion

Co-chairs: Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Regina King, Tom Ford, Adam Mosseri, Anna Wintour

Sponsor: Instagram

Ticket Price: $35,000

2023 Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty

Co-chairs: Anna Wintour, Dua Lipa, Michaela Coel, Penélope Cruz, Roger Federer

Sponsors: Chanel, Fendi, Karl Lagerfeld (brand)

Ticket Price: $50,000 (most expensive to date)

Theme Announcement: September 30th, 2022

#met gala #long post #im being generous on when more media outlets started covering the met gala heavily #many only include the past few years

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tikitania · 2 months

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Which debuts do you wish to see at the Mariinsky? I'll go first:

Konovalov: Solor, Ferkhad

Khiteeva: Giselle, Aurora, O/O

Lukina: Shyrin, Raymonda

Bulanova: Mekhmeneh Bahnu, Kitri

Shakirova: Mekhmeneh Bahnu, Marguerite (from Marguerite and Armand)

I would add other names and performances to the list, but these are the ones I'm most interested in seeing, at the moment.

Oh! These are spot on. I would add Paquita & Scheheradze for Bulanova. She's so underutilized — I know I keep kvetching about this - but I just don't understand why she's on the sidelines. Also: Ramanbek Belashniev as Basil. I really hope his career progresses. I've long thought that Khiteeva would be a standout Giselle. She has the dramatic heft for these roles. I'd love to see her in that first, then Aurora, then O/O. Shakirova: I'd like to see her do a really standout Aurora & Giselle. Obviously, these are not debuts, but she's now a prima and very beloved. So she needs to dance some of these classical roles with commanding technique and style. I don't think she's a swan and we can put that to rest. But these would quiet the doubters. In a year or two, we'll see what Kulikova and the others are capable of and we can begin to put them on wishlists. Or maybe sooner!

Speaking of debuts. Svetlana Savalieva danced the Fairy of Tenderness role / Candide Fairy recently and she looks lovely. It's tough to essentially walk across stage on pointe shoes and make it look it dainty and graceful. Bravo! Also, check out Skorkik's Italian fouettés @ 2:20. These are the most joyful fouettés I have seen in a long time. Usually, the vibe I get from the dancer is "Is this almost over? Or just make it to the end!" Kondaureva struggled through hers recently and it's clear that she's not 100% after her injury. I hope she gets there.

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#ballet #mariinsky ballet #youtube #debut dreams #wish list #maria bulanova #alexandra khiteyeva #anastasia lukina #Svetlana Savalieva #evgeny konovalov #renata shakirova

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fashionbooksmilano · 1 year

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Frida Kahlo Her Photos

Pablo Ortiz Monasterio

Texts James Oles, Horacio Fernandez, Masayo Nonaka, Laura Gonzalez, Mauricio Ortiz, Gerardo Estrada, Rainer Huhle, Gaby Franger

Editorial RM, Barcelona 2021, 522 pages, 460 photos,17.15 x 24.13 cm, English, ISBN 978-84-92480-75-3

euro 52,50

orders to: [email protected]

When Frida Kahlo died, her husband Diego Rivera asked the poet Carlos Pellicerto turn the Blue House into a museum that the people of Mexico could visit to admire the work of the artist. Pellicer selected those of Frida's paintings which were in the house, along with drawings, photographs, books, and ceramics, maintaining the spaces just as Frida and Diego had arranged them to live and work in. The rest of the objects, clothing, documents, drawings, and letters, as well as over 6,000 photographs collected by Frida in the course of her life, were put away in bathrooms converted into storerooms. This remarkable collection remained hidden for more than half a century. A few years ago the storerooms, wardrobes, and trunks that safeguarded it were opened. The collection of photographs is a treasure that reveals the tastes and interests of the famous couple, not only through the images themselves but also through the annotations made on them. The collection allows us to speculate about Frida's and Diego's likes and dislikes, and makes it possible to document their family origins. Photography had always been a part of Frida's life. Her father Guillermo Kahlo was one of the great photographers of Mexico at the beginning of the twentieth century, whose images of colonial architecture and numerous self-portraits have been preserved. Frida's collection constitutes a roll call of great photographers: Man Ray, Brassai, Martin Munkacsi, Pierre Verger, George Hurrel, Tina Modotti, Edward Weston, Manuel and Lola Alvarez Bravo, Gisele Freund, and many others, including Frida Kahlo herself. It is likely that many of the photographs in the collection were taken by her, though we can only be sure of the few that she decided to sign in 1929.

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#Frida Kahlo #Her Photos #Guillermo Kahlo #Diego Rivera #photography collection #photography books #fashionbooksmilano

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obetrolncocktails · 10 months

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prima ballerina y/n and principal dancer sam kiszka performing giselle every night

he goes through literal emotional trauma in her death scene every time ☹️ so she has to comfort him and remind him she's totally fine and literally alive

the next season y/n and sam are featured in an acclaimed production of romeo and juliet

and every night, in bed, she wakes up with a gasp. presses her ear to his chest to listen to the slow, strong beat of his heart.

and he wakes up and kisses his little love back to sleep.

TW: brief mention of death, grief, and trauma.

This is literally so sweet, and interesting to imagine. (as an opera singer, the ballet world is somewhat adjacent, so I'm imagining these elaborate, beautiful opera houses with the candle sconces and bright red curtains). I imagine the outfits, the amazing dances, and the intimate moments between dancers, AND, what could possible lie beyond the time on stage.

Beautiful, just beautiful, nonnie. Bravo/a, if you will!

#my asks #nonnie #sam gvf #sam kiszka

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ballet-symphonie · 2 years

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Hi, about casting replacements what happens when someone gets injured during the show? if I understood correctly that's what happened to Alice Renavand recently in Giselle, which was supposed to be her last performance. Is there someone ready on the spot like that? or do they take a break to figure things out and even so it seems impossible to replace someone mid show

I was heartbroken hearing the reports of Alice Renavand's injury and literally teared up when I saw the videos from her curtain calls. Bravo to Bleuenn Battistoni for stepping in on super short notice and for once, bravo to POB for instantly saying that they would grant her a farewell event next season when she recovers.

Situations like these are why we have 'covers.' Most companies require someone to be 'on call' for the leading roles. That means you have to show up at the theatre, warm up and then just hang around and hopefully, nothing goes wrong. Now, principal dancers especially don't like being on call, it's their night off, and they don't want to spend it 'doing nothing' so sometimes that responsibility falls to soloist dancers. Think Artem Pugachev stepping in to dance Flames of Paris.

However, there have been stories of people injured shortly before the show started and then the management is suddenly calling people at home on the couch to come in and dance...showbiz.

#ballet #alice renavand #Bleuenn Battistoni #pob #paris opera ballet #paris opera house #giselle #ballet ask

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911nmg · 2 years

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Bring me out of the dark

Chapter 3

Also published on AO3

Tw: childhood abuse

Tw: csa

Tw: eating disorders, purging

Tw: ptsd, intrusive thoughts

Control

Natasha's POV

The first act of Giselle was not simple if we’re talking technique, but the muscle memory was there, working through every arabesque, frappé and attitude turn. The uncountable hours spent fortifying my technique helped me dance even through the jumped pax de chevals without difficulty. My favorite part, however, was the madness part with its menage of chaineés tourneés.

Every girl had felt like Giselle at some point, broken-hearted to the point you think you might die. But in real life you don’t, because that would be too fucking easy.

We girls all ran to our changing rooms the second the intermission curtain came down. Some of our male colleagues went to shower and relax, their work finished for the night, others sat by the wings, both for enjoyment and to cheer us through the second act.

Lauren, our costume assistant, helped me shed the peasant costume and get into my ghostly white and rhinestoned dress after I changed from an almost dead pair of pointe shoes to a soft but still strong one.

- Do you need anything else? - She asked with a soft smile.

- I'm all good here - I started with the makeup - Maybe Harumi needs help with the damned Mirtha’s wings.

She laughed and wished me luck.

I finished the makeup by shadowing my cheekbones in light gray, not that I needed much help looking ghostly, lack of sleep had definitely taken a toll on my body.

It had been the last variation he had coached me for, and his words and acts had awoken from deep within my bones this past month.

That night before the competition he had made me repeat all act two with weights on my ankles and wrists, and any time he had found a mistake I’d gotten a hit from his cane and had to ran the solo from the start. It should have felt wrong but instead I had slipped into his methodology with surprising ease. Dancing night after night until I collapsed into a nigtmareless sleep.

I could deal with pain, but his words, his touch, that was what had been poisoning me.

I tried to calm myself in front of the mirror, arranging carefully the white flowers in my low romantic bun, still, I could feel his warm, labored breath on my neck. One hand groping my breasts, the other one forcing my legs open. My good girl. My Natalia...

- Enough! - I punched my thigh hard enough to bruise, and took a look at the monitor above my head, Mirtha’s solo was starting, I still had some time. More than I’d need.

I washed my hands with care, soaping each and every one of my fingers, rinsing in scorching water. In a trance I kneeled by the ceramic toilet and pushed at the back of my throat with two fingers.

The threats and insults, his teeth digging on my skin, the slaps and hits that colored my body, his hands curling around my neck, the slow and reverent undressing, him taking whatever he wanted. I should had learnt earlier that if I kept my mouth shut and stayed still it would be over sooner, pity I had always been a feisty little shit.

I purged my memories until I could no longer throw up, acid and bile turning the water an ugly greenish color. My body was covered up in a cold sweat, still, I rose from the floor, washed my hands and brushed my teeth, then took a deep breath.

The moment I got on stage everything disappeared. It was me and the music. The lights were shining so bright I couldn’t see the public, much less think about them.

I floated through the steps, they were second nature. The rhythm cursed through my blood as I jumped, and turned, and swayed, my limbs moving on its own accord. I became one with the character, pleading for the love of my life not to suffer, she laughed but agreed, Mirtha did too.

When I started bowing I finally came out of my bubble and got to hear the energetic applause and the shouted bravos.

- Great job, Natasha - Thomas smiled at me - I think it was my smoothest debut yet.

- You are a great Albertch. Those entrechats had the public roaring!

- Said the queen of chaineés.

We bowed a few more times, waiting for the crow reaction to die down, before exiting the stage.

- Thanks for making it so easy, Thomas. Partnering with you.

The experienced man gave me a soft kiss on the hair - I’ll bring you some ice to your changing room, just, one minute.

- There’s no need.

- I insist. Albretch is supposed to be a gentleman.

I laughed at that, then caught a glimpse of the tiny beasts coming for him - Daddy! - They tackled him to the floor, two golden haired boys. His pregnant wife running behind them trying to get them to behave.

- Natasha - She hugged me softly - These are for you. Tom said you like them - She extended a box of warm oats and coffee cookies.

- There’s no need.

- That’s her favorite line - He teased - It’s okay you know? We want to help, and give you some tasty food, and shit like that.

He talked the kiddos into going for an ice bucket for me, and Gilda promised to send the recipe if I ever felt like making cookies. I interchanged some pleasantries with the ballet mistress and the artistic director, both content with my work, then kissed Lauren goodbye.

- Gosh, Tony!

My changing room was overflowing with flower bouquets, roses, violets, lilies, daisies, dalias, pansies and so many others I couldn't name, not even in russian.

- Looks like a flower shop exploded here.

- I have a friend who’s got too much money to burn through.

- Have a good night, girl - He placed the bucket at my feet - Don’t forget to have something nutritious before crashing onto bed!

- Kids! - I called the unruly boys before they were out of earsight - Pick a bouquet each for mama. She’s going to love getting flowers from you.

The older one waited for their father's approval, but the younger one had already chosen flowers for their mother and was running in her direction.

I iced my feet for ten minutes, then had a warm shower. Dreykov’s hands tried to snake around me, my good girl, my rising star, you did it... When the trail of kisses started to follow down my spine I just turned the water to its coldest setting and washed him away, scrubbing my skin raw and red.

My friends were all huddled together by the left stairs at the lobby, dressed in their finest, and glancing with worry at the clock.

- I’m here.

Maria was the first one to hug me, the striped pants suit she wore on special occasions creasing - You made me feel for the character, it was amazing, really.

- Thanks.

- Red - Tony kissed my hand, as a gentleman from times begone - One of the best performances of the role I’ve ever seen, you were magnificent.

I blushed hard, fighting the strange combination of pride and fear that accompanied any kind of praise. I both loved and hated it. It had always meant more for Vladimir.

- You turned my dressing room into a jungle. I’m supposed to get changed there tomorrow, you know?

- That’s Bruce’s fault.

He had the decency to look ashamed when I fulminated him with a glare - I asked on the chat who wanted to send you a bouquet and everyone said they did, and I might have gotten a little carried away. My mum had a flower shop and I just couldn’t decide...

His voice turned so bittersweet when talking about his mother that Tony embraced him and kissed his forehead with disgusting tenderness. His veiny branches used to hold me safe like that.

- So it’s everyone’s fault, noted - I kept the annoyed tone just a second longer.

- Not me - A deep smooth voice interrupted my show of petulance. It belonged to a strong build man with wavy brown shoulder length hair, deep frown and short beard - James Bucky Barnes - He extended his right hand in a movement that felt overly polite but I shook it.

- Natalia Romanova, or Natasha if you prefer the anglicized version - If he was going to give me the full name, it was polite to do the same, wasn’t it?

He chuckled, a soft smile illuminating his dark features - My pleasure.

- Now that you’ve shown you’re still a charmer, we are going to miss our reservation! - Tony’s whines took me out of the enchantment of his purring voice and the spell of his icy blue eyes.

Fuck dinner. I just wanted to drink until I could no longer think.

We walked just a few blocks to a small family owned italian restaurant decorated with photos of the motherland and bathed in warm light. There were a couple of childhood pictures of Tony in the walls, it apparently belonged to removed relatives he had great relations with. Because of course it did.

James scanned the seats in a way I recognized, deciding on best visibility while assessing possible escape routes. That's how we ended up seated side by side, Steve monitoring him, or both of us, from the opposite side of the table.

Menus came and went, I barely looked at mine before ordering a salad, knowing I would be contending with their worried glances all evening, or worse, we’d fight, with whom was still up in the air. The whole month had been a long fight over food, Maria, Sam, Steve, even Tony and Bruce had intervened. I had just lost a few pounds. Nothing to worry about.

Do not lie to me, kid! I shook his voice away by concentrating on the moment. Maria and Sam glanced playfully at each other, Tony was almost splayed across Bruce’s chest, looking kind of childlike and blissful, Peggy and T’Challa chatted away about a case and Steve failed at pretending not to watch over James. He was dripping in sweat, clearly struggling with whether or not to take his suit jacket off as everyone else had.

- Bucky, take the jacket off, you’ll overcook. Besides, it’s rented, we’re going to have to pay for dry cleaning - His friend finally encouraged.

- You didn’t have to dress up, none of you, there was no need...

- But we wanted to - He responded - Show respect for you and your profession. Even if it meant having to rent a suit jacket that I can barely move in.

Maria helped him out of the fabric, his figure turning unbalanced because of the missing arm and shoulder.

- What happened to the t-shirt pal?

It was missing a sleeve, tiny remnants of threads showing it had been torn apart.

- Felt wrong having the sleeve hanging there - He shrugged - Knits do not fray so, no need to fix it really.

- Do you know which fabrics fray? - Sam teased - Didn’t know you took home economics back in the fifties.

- More like in the army. Clothing can’t be bought online in Herat you know?

They had fun banter and the golden boy smiled relaxing back into his seat. He had been tense all night, waiting for something to make his friend go over the edge, yet, everything seemed to go smoothly.

I knew, though, the man next to me wasn’t really fine: he shook a little in his seat, his feet were firmly planted on the floor in case he had to hit the ground running and his eyes scanned the room and everyone at the place at a speed that almost gave me vertigo. Still, he talked, and joked, and ate.

- What do you think when you are dancing?

- I just kind of feel - I answered Bruce - I lose myself in heartbreak, sadness, supplication... Whatever the character is supposed to be feeling.

- You don’t think of the steps then? - T’Challa asked from the far left corner.

- I do when I train, I even record myself to review it, but when dancing on stage you have to rely on muscle memory and act.

- Like shooting - James muttered under his breath. Making me stifle a laugh. Just like that.

- Does it ever get taxing? Feeling so much?

- Sometimes.

The talking died down as they sank into their meals, then Sam perked up - Are your shoes made of wood?

- Wood?! - I shook my head in disbelief - They are made of fabric and glue! Almost like paper maché. Most have a strip of cardboard as a shank, but I three quarter shank my shoes to show my arches.

- You’ve lost me after the paper maché thing.

I motioned to Steve to pass me my bag and took one of the now too soft shoes out.

I peeled the sole back and showed them the cut strip of cardboard, then placed the shoe over my palm and allowed it to take its shape - The place where it bends coincides with the arch of my foot inside, that way the movement is more fluid and it shows my lines better.

- What’s the sewn thing? - Steve pointed to the darning on the box.

- I use russian pointes...

- Of course she does - Tony muttered.

- They have narrower bases compared to other styles so most users darn around to get a bit more surface to balance on. It also keeps the satin I cut off the box from fraying.

- So you go on your tiptoes on glue and fabric alone... You must have super strong feet.

- And unsightly as well, all covered in blisters and calluses.

- They’re not that bad! - Maria interjected.

- Key word being “that”.

They laughed and I relaxed, taking another bite from my plate.

- Dream role? - Steve had long ago finished his meal. Most of them had. And was sketching on the paper napkin while participating in the conversation.

- I would like to dance Swan Queen of course, but I don’t have a dream role apart from that.

- Not even a role choreographed to you?

- This man is unreal - Sam protested - Do you also know about ballet?

James just gave him an unimpressed smile before turning back to me, his eyes stopping for a second the analysis of our surroundings.

- That's every ballet dancer's dream. Mine included.

- You’ll get your chance, Red. You still have a long career ahead. If you don’t starve yourself to death before, of course.

They all stared, waiting for an outburst that wouldn’t arrive. A ballerina is above everything controlled.

- I’m not doing this guys. Not tonight - I rose from my chair and snatched my bag from Steve’s hands. Throwing the shoe haphazardly inside then turning towards my flatmate - Don’t wait awake for me, I’m going out.

- Nat, wait!

But I was already on the street, ready to go from sober to drunk, from girl to woman, from passive to active.

Salt, burning tequila, I gritted my teeth and bit down on a lemon.

Salt, alcoholic relief, acid lemon.

Salt, tequila, lemon.

My tongue felt numb, my fingers, cold and sticky, held high the tiny glass, getting the bartender's attention - Another shot.

He had asked for my id and said nothing else, refilling my drink each and every time I asked. Not anymore.

- You sure want to drink more?

Deep voice, dark haired, facial stubble, well built... He was definitely my type.

I just shook the glass in the air and smiled, far from tipsy, enjoying the way the neon lights turned the transparent liquid into green venom that would kill my worries, red to replenish my blood, black to exorcize my demons.

- We’ll be closing soon.

I hummed my acceptance of the fact, drowning another shot and raising my glass again.

- Where does a girl go around here when she’s looking for fun? - I enunciated clearly, his eyes on my lips, my tone both innocent and enticing.

- Which kind of fun? - And there was an edge to his voice as well.

- Drink, dance... Those kinds of things.

He glanced at the clock behind the counter - At this hour, nowhere.

One, two, three...

- I have some nice speakers at my apartment though. I’ll even let you choose the music.

- How thoughtful of you.

He made a mate close as I paid the tab, and walked a mere block. He was kissing me before the elevator doors opened on his floor.

My back to the door, he fumbled with the keys before pushing us both in.

I lost myself in the voracious kisses, one of my hands trailing up his side, behind his shoulder, taking light hold of his hair, the other tracing the hard muscles of his abdomen as he undressed himself.

- If you keep touching me like that we are not getting to the bed.

- Maybe I don’t want that - I whispered to his ear, licking my way to his neck before nibbling at his skin.

He held me against the wall, my hands pinned over my head as he pulled down my skirt.

We lost my blouse and his pants on the way to the couch, its vinyl squeaking as we laid there.

He used to push me down, ignoring my pleas for him to stop, trapping me under his large body. You provoke me! Stop saying no!

Ben, if I recalled his name correctly, sucked on my nipples with care, brushing lightly my hip bones with big strong hands.

- Do you have a condom?

- Nightstand.

- Go for it. And leave those boxers behind! - I added - I want to enjoy that ass.

He laughed boyishly and came back in an instant, rolling it on.

- Sit - I ordered. Taking my remaining underwear off and sitting on his lap, lowering myself on him, a nice firm pressure between my legs.

I started moving slowly, rocking my hips back and forth as he got deeper in me, enjoying the sloppy kisses he pressed to my shoulders and the way his hands grabbed my ass.

He never minded whether I was ready or not, whether I was in pain, whether I was enjoying it. You know you like it!

I kept on riding him, pressure building at a steady pace - God... Natasha, it feels so good.

You feel so good my girl.

I sank my teeth on his lips, drawing blood, contracting around him until I pushed him over the edge, his thrusts accelerating - Natasha don’t stop, please...

One of his hands found his way to my clit, rubbing crazed circles as he pounded in me, moaning.

- I have to say I love my choice of music - I teased at his moaning. He just kissed me harder, pushed harder, rubbed faster, making me unravel as well under his ministrations. Waves of warm pleasure rocking me whole.

#bring me out of the dark #buckynat #winterwidow #normal life au #fanfiction

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5gdiginews · 3 days

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llimerrence · 6 months

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the whole list thing i promised // @plasticsouled

Nivens // Hatter, Cheshire, Killian Jabber // Hatter, Cheshire, Derek, Nocte // Alice, Crevan, Dante, Seine, Xia, Thirteen // Alice, Bo, Marinette, Shay Kekepania // Candy Hearts, Gabby, Sunny, Tiger Lily, Death // Skyler, Sunny, Facilier (unhealthy), Belmon // Xia, Gabby, Draculaura, Faylon // Xia, Jacklyn, Caroline, Rapunzel Cecilia // Gabby Jensen // Gabby Darta // Thomasin, Bluebell Capri // Seferino, Bailey, Angelo // Seferino, Bailey, Esteban // Xiomara, Ferrin // Caroline, Sunny, Xia, Skyler, Dan // Skyler, Marisol, Seferino, Launa // Ares, Draco, Alistair Railin // Dante, Ellery, Xia,

Chica // Sparky Itward // Walker, Skyler, Twyla // Aamu Vella // Petal Curtis // Greg Charon // Sunny, FT Chica // Sparky G Chica // Sparky Bog King // April Roland // Caroline Steve Claus // Clarke, Jack Frost // Sunny Mandrake // April Ansel // Xiomara, Skyler, Mike Schmidt // Sidney Fingers // Caroline Bump // Andrias (pre-canon), Wrath // Thomasin Johnny Bravo // Fox Lox // Gabby Spiderman // Gisel, Marinette

#i'm jet laggin' mccracken; || ooc;#--; i had some GREAT ideas and some sort of ehhh #--; and then by the end i gave up on trying to ship my own canons because who cares about them my ocs are way cooler

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jujuygrafico · 2 years

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Morales paseó por la Feria de la Ciencia en San Pedro

#Jujuy #Educación | #GerardoMorales paseó por la #FeriadelaCiencia en #SanPedro

El gobernador de Jujuy, Gerardo Morales, inauguró la Feria Provincial de Educación, Arte, Ciencia y Tecnología 2022-Nodo Yungas en San Pedro, evento que convoca a estudiantes de los niveles primario, secundario y superior para intercambiar conocimientos y experiencias en el campo científico, a través de stand y proyectos áulicos desarrollados en el ámbito interinstitucional. La feria se…

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madamedupigeonsalon · 1 year

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Société : pourquoi on préfère crever que mourir ?

Je pense au violoniste de Marie Antoinette qui était métis , le chevalier de Saint George , Joseph de Saint George. Il est naît dans une famille particulière à l époque puisque son père était blanc et sa mère une noire , esclave . Mais , il n a pas eu la même éducation car son père voulait lui donner la meilleure possible qu il soit , donc, il a inscrit à des cours d épée et de violon.

Joseph dit le chevalier , s est montre être un véritable prodige dans les deux disciplines. Ensuite , il est devenu un colonel dans l armée française pendant la révolution. Il s est battu pour les droit des esclaves . Pour finir avec tout ça et devenir un pays libre.

Cet homme m épate car il ne ressemble à rien que je connais aujourd’hui, un homme libre et plein d énergie et de plus qui excelle dans différents domaines. On brûle les sorcières de nos jours … mais je suis sur qu elle arrive bientôt la future olympe de gouges ou la gisele Halimi.

Aujourd’hui, le racisme ou le sexisme sont bien présents et on se rends pas compte à quel point cela peut être un frein pour beaucoup de gens. Certains ne veulent pas créer par peur de toutes ces raisons. Des gens comme Andrew Tâte qui pullulent dans la sphère des réseaux sociaux, qui parle de maltraiter les femmes dans les relations amoureuses. C est un frein au monde , on multiplie les incompréhensions et les confusions et on étouffe sans se rendre compte. Mais à quel prix ? Tout ça pour avoir plus d abonnés et plus de visibilité. Mais qui sont ses abonnés ? Des jeunes hommes qui se recherchent encore et vont devenir agressifs envers les femmes. Une histoire de misère . Sous une forme de réseau social, on a raté la cuisson du steak.

Pourquoi ? Mais oui ! Ces jeunes veulent crever à petit feu. Ou lieu de mourir à la fin de leur vie, non, on préfère mourir un peu tout les jours. La parole se libère , Jane Campion, réalisatrice de cinéma a remporter la palme d or à Cannes en 1993. Elle fut la première et depuis avec MeToo, la lutte a été remporté par les femmes. Il y a de plus en plus de femmes qui viennent au cinéma pour raconter des histoires. Le poing levé, elles se libèrent . Nous somme le 8 Mars et c est la journée de la femme. Féminisme devrait vous dire quelque chose ? La société évolue et à l origine les hommes contrôlent tout . Désormais, en 2023, ce n est plus le cas. Les femmes n’ont plus peur d exploser les hommes. Elles sont devenues des kill bill ! A ton jamais vue ça ? Un jour, elles ne voudront plus mourir du tout ! Et tant mieux !

Tout cela nous montre que les femmes sont toutes des héroïnes. Une époque perturbée ? Non, c est le changement qu on attendait depuis longtemps. Il est vrai qu il reste des questions encore sur des sujets comme l avortement, un réquisitoire fait aux femmes. Au milieu de la nuit, on apprend qu on a rien à apprendre aux femmes car elles savent mieux ce qui est bien pour leur corps.

Sur ce, salut les filles , et bravo pour ne pas vouloir crever mais vivre !

Society : Why do we prefer to die than to die

I am thinking of Marie Antoinette's violinist who was half-breed, the Chevalier de Saint George, Joseph de Saint George. He was born into a particular family at the time since his father was white and his mother a black, slave. But, he did not have the same education because his father wanted to give him the best he could be, so he enrolled in sword and violin lessons. Joseph dit le chevalier, has shown himself to be a real prodigy in both disciplines. Then he became a colonel in the French army during the revolution. He fought for slave rights. To end all this and become a free country. This man amazes me because he is unlike anything I know today, a free man full of energy and moreover who excels in different fields. We burn witches these days… but I'm sure the future olympe de gouges or gisele Halimi will soon arrive.

Today, racism or sexism are very present and we do not realize how much this can be a hindrance for many people. Some do not want to create for fear of all these reasons. People like Andrew Tate who swarm the social media sphere, who talk about mistreating women in romantic relationships. It is a brake on the world, we multiply misunderstandings and confusions and we suffocate without realizing. But at what cost ? All this to have more subscribers and more visibility. But who are its subscribers? Young men who are still looking for themselves and will become aggressive towards women. A story of misery. In a form of social networking, we missed cooking the steak. For what ? But yes ! These young people want to die slowly. Or instead of dying at the end of their life, no, we prefer to die a little every day. The word is free, Jane Campion, film director won the Palme d'Or at Cannes in 1993. She was the first and since with MeToo, the fight has been won by women. More and more women are coming to the cinema to tell stories. Fists raised, they break free. Today is March 8 and it is International Women's Day. Should feminism mean anything to you? Society evolves and originally men control everything. Now, in 2023, this is no longer the case. Women are no longer afraid of blowing up men. They have become kill bills! Have you ever seen that? One day, they won't want to die at all! And so much the better! All of this shows us that women are all heroes. A troubled time? No, it's the change we've been waiting for for a long time. It is true that there are still questions on subjects such as abortion, an indictment made to women. In the middle of the night, we learn that we have nothing to teach women because they know best what is good for their bodies. With that, hello girls, and bravo for not wanting to die but living!

Kevin Ngirimcuti

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