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for-yoongi0309 · 11 months
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— ig.agustd
JAPAN 💜
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vanimeiy · 11 months
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出品人&主编:@刘畅哟哟哟
执行主编:@迪迪迪吴
摄影:@任欣羽
妆发:@July_momo
服装:@孟欣欣-时装造型师
撰文:吉娅缇
执行:@王是老虎的王 @沐晨暖兮兮
视频导演:@KiFer-X
视频执行导演:@刘宜波_
后期剪辑:@BANGPROJECT邦企画
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anggaramadhanap · 1 year
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Mereka bilang bahwa,
"Hidup cuma sekali maka Nikmatilah"
Tapi mereka lupa bilang bahwa,
Mati pun juga hanya sekali jadi "Persiapkanlah"
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suburbianj3sus · 9 months
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adulthood is realizing the world isn’t made for you
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chisasarasa · 2 years
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今日は何もしない日。 何もできなかった。 ブーケの花を数本束ねてドライフラワー用に吊るしたのと、カレンダーを6月に変えたくらい。 1日中パジャマを着ていた。 昨日は非日常だった。 思い返すと恥ずかしいくらい。
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koch-snowflake-blog · 11 months
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志田 音々は、日本のタレント、グラビアモデル、女優。埼玉県草加市出身。生島企画室所属。 ウィキペディア
生年月日: 1998年7月15日 (年齢 24歳)
出生地: 埼玉県 さいたま市
身長: 167 cm
学歴: 成城大学
ジャンル: グラビア
スリーサイズ: 84 - 57 - 84 cm
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boobsperv01 · 2 years
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for-yoongi0309 · 2 years
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— ig.agustd
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vanimeiy · 11 months
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#SunZhenni for Trendmo
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himetsuri · 10 days
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the amount of power i have as the sole translator of the psyren novels
i could've changed that whole junariko sequence and instead made 0605 "canon" and everyone not japanese would've had to take it as gospel
that would've been my 12/2 declaration of war
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bookloversofbath · 1 year
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Diana Mosley: Mitford Beauty, British Fascist, Hitler's Angel :: Anne de Courcy
Diana Mosley: Mitford Beauty, British Fascist, Hitler’s Angel :: Anne de Courcy
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suburbianj3sus · 9 months
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saw a time travelling flight attendant at the bus stop. she was smoking a cigarette. fully in uniform, suitcase at her feet. she had those thin 2000s eyebrows and red lip. she was smoking a cigarette. never have i been overcome with so much lust in one moment. a cigarette.
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sekhenetnut · 2 years
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manwrre · 6 months
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i have been dreaming of a top gun:maverick!inspired harringrove fic for the past few days. esp since their usual dynamic is a cocky, self assured blonde and a wildly stupid + talented brunette so puhlease. if that doesn’t scream harringrove, i dunno what will.
imagine billy, whose dad got kicked outta the military on a bad conduct charge but never tells a soul—too ashamed and too proud and too angry to bear the weight of his actions. so instead, when he gets home to his wife and kid, he makes their lives a living hell and runs their home like a base.
0600 - wake up “because i won’t have any slobs living under my roof,”
0605 - leave behind a bed of perfectly creased corners or “sleep on the floor, since you want to live like an animal,”
0615 - start the chores or “starve. there’s no such thing as eating for free,”
“don’t talk back,”
“don’t ask questions,”
“you’re not a baby, billy— stop crying over toys.”
“are you some kind of fucking fairy? sit up straight.”
“you better not embarrass me, boy.”
and it only gets worse when billy’s mom finally ups and leaves. no amount of “yes, sir”s can save him from his father’s wrath and soon enough, rewards and punishments become all too similar; the line between them, blurry at best. neil’s love feels exactly the same as his hate and both leave heavy stamps of purple and blackish-blue near billy’s heart.
so by the time that billy’s eighteen and old enough to leave, he’s more decorated than most. has given up more than most. has endured a battle longer than that of most neighboring countries.
and he doesn’t really have a choice (if he wants to leave neil’s house) but to join the air force and so, that’s what he does. and billy’s done a lot to survive but flying? the thought of it makes him feel alive. and the notion is only cemented after he watches a p-51 mustang take off for the first time and his heart feels it’s been through 10gs of force.
so he becomes the goddamn best in his batch. he gets his degree in mechanical engineering. he gets to flight school and he’s glittering. he’s whip smart and confident and has the instincts to back it up. he’s tall and sun-kissed, blue-eyed and blonde-haired. and that alone has everyone on the squad calling him “johnny— like bravo, not the jackass.” paired with his sweet, little texan drawl, he’s charismatic and a total wildcard. he bitches and preens and leads but billy,
billy gets the job done. every single time.
doesn’t care who it pisses of. doesn’t care about kissing ass. and yet still, when there’s a particularly tough mission, the admiral knows that johnny boy is up for it.
regardless, he racks up a long list of avid followers and enemies.
so when he gets to hard deck a day before top gun training is meant to start, he’s not surprised to meet the latter of whom in the form of steve “beemer” harrington.
steve, who looks the same as he did in flight school all those years ago— golden and freckled just about everywhere. he fills out his shirt just right and if billy were closer, the coupla inches steve has on him would be more obvious.
“beemer, as i live and breathe.”
billy’s pleased to see steve’s eyes widen at the sight of him. smirks when he realizes he’s on the receiving end of the brunette’s sweeping gaze.
“johnny,” steve says, around the rim of his beer bottle. “you look…good.”
and oh, does that light him up.
billy’s careful though, to not let his face betray a single thing. instead, he grins a little wider. a little deeper; a little meaner.
“well, i am good, beemer.” he shrugs and plucks the pool cue out of carver’s grip.
he ignores the blonde’s huffing beside him and instead, leans forward to line the tip of it up behind the ball.
he knows the motion accentuates the long lines of his body. he knows that gravity favors him and the undone buttons on his shirt; gives a generous view of his naked chest.
“i’m very good.”
steve’s eyes flit between his and then, somewhere lower.
and billy snorts, lining up his aim; coiled tightly and precise. holds it for all of a second before the string snaps and he’s breaking the rack with a resounding, wooden clackclackclack.
“in fact, i’m too good to be true.”
and thereby starts their enemies to lovers trope! i’m talking heated looks in the locker room, post training tension, make out sessions in the otherwise empty gym. hanging out at each other’s on base accommodations and billy calling steve ‘bee.’ imagine them exchanging dog tags?? and steve getting all possessive when billy’s got his flight suit unzipped halfway and tied around his little waist. they’d be instructors together and show off in the air, driving everyone crazy. the perfect leader and wingman.
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