#fashin week

[modelsoffthecatwalk]

#fashion #style #model #female model #street style #streetstyle #street fashion #womenswear #womens fashion #womens style #summer fashion #summer style #hair #summer #paris #fashin week

[thescribblings]

On another note

I just found out that literally ALL OF MY FILES have been corrupted in my art app, I'm coping surprisingly well ngl, normally this would upset me vv much, but honestly? Half of them were old, finished things that i just didn't delete the file of, and the rest were either abandoned or a work in progress that i wasn't extremely into.

There's literally only one drawing in there that i have saved screenshots of that i want to save, lol

Peepaw is the only art thing important to me, apparently

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #art #my art #future leo #sffl(wg) #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt fanart #files b gone #ima call it spring cleaning and go with it #this sucks but not that much #this is why i don't usually recommend my drawing app #at least fashinable peepaw is still in my screenshots #based on my questionable (nonexistent) taste in fashion #might post later #was gonna draw more but idk #might be a lil burnt out #ive been drawing 24/7 for literal weeks now

[disarmluna]

Dolce & Gabbana Fall 2023 MFW 

#mfw #dolce & gabbana #D&G #fashion #style #fashion week #fall 2023 #milan fashin week #milan fashion week

[artificialcorby]

× Christmas Eve ×

He had thought about this day so many times. Had imagined walking up to the familiar green door of his parents' house, heels clicking on the stone path towards it. Simon following right behind.

In his dreams they had matching scarves. He doesn't even know why. In some of his dreams they held hands after he rang the door, waiting for it to open.

In a few dreams he was greeted with a smile. As if there was nothing about bringing along another man, holding his hand, entering the house he grew up in. A home to both of them now.

But once or twice he dreamt how the face of his mother froze. As did his own.

"This is Simon. He is-...

"We're...."

He'd struggle for words while his mother's expression would fall, turning into a mask of utter disgust. Before she'd slam the door into his face and he could hear her crying.

This is usually the moment he wakes. Sometimes covered in sweat. Sometimes with just a single wet stain on his pillow, where his tears dropped from his face onto the fabric.

~

The house is decorated. But not overly. There's a wreath at the door, just like every year for as long as he can remember, a small tree with lights in the front yard, the Christmas tree visible in the window facing the street, more lights in the windows. The entire place radiates warmth, despite the light drizzle and the wind outside.

The walk up to the door has never felt so long. Never felt so heavy. His heart is pounding in his chest. His palms are sweaty. Johnny has a key, but rings the bell anyway, letting go of Simon’s hand when he does.

~

“They don’t know….” Soap said out of nowhere after several minutes of driving in silence.

“What do you mean?” Ghost inquired, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Me parents. I haven’t told them.” Johnny’s eyes were cast down to his hands in his lap.

Ghost didn’t need any more words of explanation. He understood. They never talked about it before, but he figured that Johnny wasn’t out to his parents yet.

Reaching over, Simon took the other’s hand into his, brought it up to scarred lips, placed gentle kisses on knuckles.

“Did you plan to tell them today?” he then asked softly.

“I don’t know.” Soap replied.

Did he? A part of him wanted to. A part of him tried to over the past few weeks. But he never found the right time. And he could never picture a positive outcome. Not the way they kept asking him about a potential girlfriend or when he wanted to start a family.

~

A small woman in her late 50s or perhaps early 60s with rosy cheeks opens the door, beaming at Johnny, holding out her arms to cup his face with her hands. And Johnny smiles. Smiles like Ghost has never seen him smile before. The woman's voice is loud, high pitched, but full of joy when she greets her son, gushing over him before he even gets to set foot into the house. Johnny still just smiles patiently, leaning in when his mother stands on her toes to squish and kiss his face as if he's just eight years old.

"Maw, that's Lieutenant Simon Riley." he motions at Ghost when they finally make it inside. "A telt ye aboot 'im."

The woman doesn’t lose her smile. But she keeps her distance when she greets Simon. Maybe it’s because Johnny asked them in advance to tone it down a little. Maybe it’s because he introduced him as his commanding officer. Or it’s because of something else entirely. The scars maybe? The reasons remain unclear.

“Iain, haud fashin’ yersel’ wi’ the fucken’ tree and git yer arse o’er here. Oor laddie’s hame.” she suddenly yells, turning her head towards the living room door.

“Johnny?” sounds a male voice from the living room. “Were ye meddlin’ wi’ the lights last year? They fucken’ pooched!”

“Naw, Ah didnae touch ‘em. Ye did, as aye.” Johnny responds exasperated, rolling his eyes and giving Simon an apologetic look.

“We got a guest.” his mother reminds. And his father calls from the living room. “Ah’m unner the bloody tree Isi, Ah cannae sup hands richt noo.”

Now it’s Johnny who raises his voice. “Haw, will ye yins no haud yer wheesht? Ye’re embarrassin’ me!”

Rubbing his face afterwards, he almost regrets bringing Simon into this. He should have known.

But much to his own surprise, he hears his Lieutenant chuckle next to him. Looking up he even sees him smile.

Simon takes his coat off, handing it to Soap, saying. “I’ll go say hello and see if I can help.”

The puzzled look on Soap’s face when Ghost walks away must speak volumes, since it makes his mother laugh.

Maybe he stresses too much about everything. Maybe it’s all going to be fine.

Maybe.

He stands in the door frame for a moment, watching a scene he would never have dared to dream of: His Lieutenant crouching in front of the tree, talking to the pair of legs sticking out from beneath it. The two of them talking like this isn’t the first time he brought Simon home.

“He’s no sae bad, is he?” his mother speaks quietly behind him.

“Nae… he’s not.” Johnny answers without realising. His mind is miles away.

“He’s a braw yin, too.”

Johnny’s face goes pale and he slowly turns to look over his shoulder, down at the woman behind him. The surging panic in his eyes is met with a warm smile and a comforting hand rubbing his back. No further words are spoken when he fully turns and crumbles into a much needed embrace, sobbing quietly at his mother’s shoulder.

“Ye didnae think Ah didnae ken me lad, did ye?”

Johnny doesn’t answer. And there is no answer needed.

Of course she knew. Mothers always do.

× end ×

#ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley #john mactavish #call of duty #cod #ghoap #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare 3 #modern warfare #mw #mw2 #MW3 #mwII #mwIII

[aleniksimmer]

People, how do you feel about Midjourney and similar? Since it gained popularity (last year? Two years ago? Who knows) I've always been against it, always sticked to the side of real artists who's work has been "stolen" to train the AIs. I still fatigue to call myself an artist (in the 3D field) and I've always struggled with 2D art (I've always been discouraged to follow that path by family and school), but I know how it feels to put your heart, soul and time to make something and then someone steals it and gets all the recognition (and sometimes monetary gain too).

But in the recent weeks I've found myself in a moral dilemma. I've used an ai generated background for months now, and still haven't changed it, it's a gazebo on the water with pink flowers, there's something about it that soothe me, I find it both intriguing and bland at the same time, with inconsistent details/structure but alluring colors and shading. I usually change my background frequently, would it be art or photography, but this one I never had any desire to change. I've scrolled through some midjourney "art" and I find myself extremely attracted to fantasy/natural landscapes, horror/creepy subjects and ghirigori details.

I grew up loving art history, put me in a chapel and I can tell you the period of the art inside, the style and the eventually hidden meanings behind it. But this Ai "art" is so fashinating to me because there's absolutely zero meaning towards it. You can input a Style, you can input a subject, you can input everything you want to get an eye pleasing pic of something you have envisioned, in 4 different "interpretations". But there's a fucking reason why that Renaissance artist put a pomegranate on that ugly baby's hand, there's a reason why that medieval painter put a pelican inside that ceiling tile. You can ask ai to give you a baby with a pomegranate in hand and one of your result could be a pomegranate with a baby cradled inside. Like it's absolute randomness in the most aesthetically pleasing way. And I'm starting to like it, and I feel bad about it. I want to try it but I'm afraid I'm betraying the real artists. I feel like I'm a bad person but curiosity is killing me.

#midjourney #Long post #No sim #Ai #ai art #Delete later

[girlwithwolftatoo]

I love your headcanons 💕 could I request how do you think the moon boys would propose (like when, where, how) please? Thank you dear 💐

I know is Thirty Tuesday but can also be Tenderness Tuesday so...

Marc Spector:

When? -During a small vacation in Egypt. He knows you're also a big fan of Egyptian culture and history, and there couldn't be a better landscape to proposte to you that a night in the most luxurious hotel he can pay, while staring at the Nile and the Moon shines bright in the top of the sky.

Where? -In the privacy of your balcony, he doesn't need more public for this moment than you, a little because he thinks you may reject him (he has trust issues since ever and, let's remember, he went through a divorce not a lot time ago), a little because, well, he's not the best at speaking.

How? -You're sitting by together, enjoying the view and each other's companion, probably with a nice fresh drink at your side. You cannot stop thanking him for taking you to a such beautiful place, and he's easily flustered. "How do you do it?" "The what, Marc?" "Just... being like that, so perfect" You chuckle and lean over to play with his hair. He clears his throat and gives you a small discurse that sounds more like he's about to give you bad news, until he reaches in his pockets and pulls out a little box. "Look, I... totally understand if you want to say no, but-" poor boy seems he wants to run away, but you are sincerely surprised. You gently take his hand because it's shaking badly. "Marc... Yes. My answer is yes". He's truly impressed you didn't drop him at sight and he struggles with his sudden need to cry of release while you pull him into a kiss.

Plus: the ring

Steven Grant:

When? -You've been dating for about one or one and a half year perhaps, your lives are so already united you spend at least three or four nights at week in his flat. Now it's autumn, your favorite time of the year despite the intense cold in London, since it's a good excuse to cuddle together at the first oportunity and stop by the café every often.

Where? -You're having a nice walk in one of the famous London parks (the Kensington Gardens, perhaps), hands held together and the best mood. Steven may take you to a not crowded spot among the trees, he's very nervous and once his plan is on, he begins to shake.

How? -Contrary to Marc, Steven speaks a lot, so he spent about two days writing over and over again some words to make sure he wouldn't tangle or get lost in his mind while proposing to you. Anyways he used most of the discourse to talk about how lovely, perfect and sweet you are for him and how much he loves the little things you do (yeah, little but he needed like two paragraphs to describe them) and then he finishes with pulling off the ring and, kneeling on the ground despite the mud and the rain. "(Y/N), please... w-would you ma-marry me?" And oh gods, how can you say no to this precious little thing? "Oh I got- wait, said yes? Y-you really said yes?" "Oh dear, Steven, yes!" "Oh my... oh my..." (he looks like he's about to faint)

Plus: the ring

Jake Lockley:

When? -He's a man of doings, with just a few months he knows you're the one. Besides, he's an old-fashined romantic, so he'll prepare everything to make this moment unforgettable, and of course, the night is the perfect time for love.

Where? -He takes you in his limo to a fancy restaurant. You wine and dine and have a nice time in something that doesn't involve Khonshu or beating the shit out of people, and you find out Jake is a thug, but also well-manered and educated in the "magnificent gentleman nature" how he describes himself.

How? -He's a man of few words, suddenly he takes your hand, gently caressing it with the tip of his thumb and muttering a nice song in spanish (obviously), perhaps "Con los años que me quedan" or something similar. Then he proceeds to kiss your hand and mutter "You know who you'd look even better, mi amor?" Then, he pulls off the ring and, without even asking, he slides it on your finger while you stare mouth wide open. "That's it, you're more than perfect now". "Oh my God, Jake-" "Yes" (he cannot help but joke) "No, I mean... are you kidding aren't you?" "You think I'd play with this, muñequita?" "I... Sorry, I just-" He chuckles, you look so beautiful when you're flusttered.

Plus: the ring

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight headcanon #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #marc spector headcanon #moon knight x reader #moon boys #marvel series #oscar isaac

[iwillruletheuniverse]

They have been talking lots about the missing underwater vessel by Titanic wreck site this week and there have also been reports in the newspaper. I first read about it monday I think but it wasn’t until today it hit me and it hit me so hard. Because the underwater vessel went out and became missing on sunday, which was the 18th of june. Today, on a thursday, did they found debris and today was also the day the oxygen went out. Having always been fashinated by the Titanic, it was my dream as a child to visit the wreck site like that was my whole entire life goal at one point. On the 18th of april 1912, survivors from Titanic came to New York City and on 18th of april 2019, my Thomas died in my arms. My Lullaby died in my arms 12th of march 2020 and 123 people from sweden died in the sinking. But there’s so much more like so much. There’s even a book titled ‘The Wreck of the Titan: Or, Futility’  which was published in 1898 and umm; the name of the missing underwater vessel is named Titan. I googled to read about Titan just now and US coast guard have today confimed that the five people on it are dead and that’s another thing because five ...

#titanic #over the bridge to the other side

[lorriloo1109]

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He was very content with his life. He hadn’t done too badly really. He wasn’t rich but he wasn’t poor. He had enough money to enjoy a good meal out every week, and he was able to buy quite fashinable clothes if he wanted to. Every morning he would get up early and walk round to the newsagents to get hid daily newspaper, and then he would go to the local cafe for a coffee where he enjoyed a good…

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[justhellacesome]

making reputation for being fashionable is funny to me cuz my fashion is literally not even something id say is fashinable cuz im missing accesories everyday, have worn the same pair pf boots for weeks now, and the inly rule i have for myself is that plain tshirts sucks ass and should not be worn unless they are oversized and have fun prints.

thats it.

#fashionable #i do think it also cements people assumption that im a model #which is yeah but no

[afashioninspiration]

#fashion #moda #street style #street wear #ootd #outfit #outfit inspiration #outfit of the day #cute outfits #fashion week style #fashin week #fashionistas #it girls #bloggers #trends #fashion trends #all black outfit

[armandmehidri]

Kim Kardashian in Balmain FW20 - by Armand Mehidri https://www.instagram.com/p/B9RzNs_p064/

#kim kardashian #fashin week #balmain #fashion #fashion illustration #armand mehidri

[arudderlesshustle]

#minimalist #french #fashion #street #style #paris #fashin week #new york #photoshoot #monochrome #chanel #dior #vintage #90s #vogue #patrick demarchelier #anna wintour #cindy crawford #kaia garber #jenner #kardashian #black dress

[poisonedsequin]

philipp plein spring 2022 rtw

#frida #frida aasen #models #philipp plein #style #poisonedsequin #fashion's equipoise #vogue #vogue runway #spring 2022 #ss22 #milan #milan fashion week #comic #mfw22 #RTW #fashin #philipp plein spring 2022 rtw #details #fashion details #fashion #model #diamonds #luxury #glamour #high fashion #couture #dress #sparkle #glow

[burberryftw]

Burberry Spring 2021 RTW

#burberry #burberry porsum #spring collection #fashion week #fashin show #spring 2021 #spring rtw #ready-to-wear #vogue #vogue runway

[iwillruletheuniverse]

One hundred and ninety-eight weeks. On this day four years ago, I was in Copenhagen at Tivoli and watched the ballet Snedronningen. Having been fashinated by The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Andersen since I saw The Fairytaler on the TV as a child and having all my life wanting to see a ballet, it was very special. I had never before went over Öresundsbron in daylight by car, only by train. We took a taxi from Hyllie. After the ballet we ate Æbleskiver, so many times had I eaten them before. It felt so final that day. Me and mum said we would bake them 'one day' and if only we had then maybe things had been different. We said we'd go back to Copenhagen in january / february to visit Strøget but we never did. If only I had never wanted to see the ballet, if only if only it'll echo forever .... it's pouring down rain now it's her crying..

#over the bridge to the other side #the snow queen