#Megan Miles

[martysimone]

Saint Laurent | midi lingerie dress in crêpe silk + lace | Fall 2022 Ready-to-Wear lookbook | ph Rory van Millingen | model Megan Miles

#Saint Laurent #YSL #Ready-to-Wear #Anthony Vaccarello #Rory van Millingen #Megan Miles #B&W #silk #lingerie dress

[therunwayarchive]

Megan Miles for Saint Laurent, Resort 2023

#Megan Miles #Saint Laurent #models #fashion #lookbook #Resort 2023

[estie-references]

Saint Laurent Autumn/Winter 2023, under Anthony Vaccarello

Paul Sinclaire - Fashion Editor/StylistDuffy - Hair StylistKarin Westerlund - Makeup ArtistArthur Méjean - Casting DirectorPiergiorgio Del Moro - Casting DirectorSamuel Ellis Scheinman - Casting Director

#Tara Falla #Awar Odhiang #Margaux Lion #Mayowa Adagunduro #Ilya Vermeulen #Rianne van Rompaey #Caren Jepkemei #Anok Yai #Megan Miles #Miriam Sanchez #Rejoyce Chuol #Mary Ukech #Alek Wek #Chaima Ameziane #Pure #Onyinyechi Chijioke #Saint Laurent #FW23

[oliwiajancerowicz]

Megan Miles wears Balenciaga on the cover of 10 Magazine

Casting by Oliwia Jancerowicz

#balenciaga #demna gvasalia #Megan miles

[knittinganddrinkingtea]

Jason Wu Collection Fall 2022

Model: Megan Miles

#Megan Miles #jason wu collection #fashion #mode #moda #model #models #women's fashion #womenswear #runway #catwalk #style #black #dress #dresses #fall 2022 #my upload

[toryorlando11]

Toryorlando91:

Megan Miles photographed by Tugberk Acar - Vogue Turkey October 2022

#megan miles #tugberk acar #vogue turkey

[paperjunk]

#2 night stand #two night stand #Alec #Megan #miles teller #lio tipton #for your ff needs #love it just love it #mygifs #mygifedits

[ghost-sin]

Love Megan

#miles morales #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #megan thee stallion #digital art #yes miles is in a Chicago bulls jersey🧍‍♂️

[blooming-gwens]

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Thank you for the tag 💕 @awakening5

This is from chappy two of my ghostflower death fic bc I was actually working on it today (life has been crazy and is never kind enough to grant me the time or energy to write or blog anymore)

Not when Miles was missing in a finite cluster of universes, with Miguel also on the prowl armed with the numbers and every advantage they could only dream of possessing.

Im breaking the rules bc that is simply too many people to tag. It’s no one fault but my own that I’m a big utilizer of run on sentences.

@sotvtaughtmehowtofeel @shokuto @mockingspider @nerd-in-distress @nerdyneko6373 @dilf-din @ellies-little-gun

#thank you again for the tag my friend! #megan says things #gwen stacy #miles morales #ghostflower

[dreadheadmadi]

- I’M GONNA CLAW THOSE PRETTY LIL’ EYES OUT

⚠️TEASER⚠️

Blackwood Manor loomed on the outskirts of New York like a gothic monolith, its sprawling grounds shrouded in mist and mystery. Perched atop a hill overlooking the bustling city below, its imposing design was a testament to the wealth and power of its enigmatic owner, the elusive billionaire Alexander Blackwood. The grandeur of the mansion enveloped the night like a cloak of decadence, its opulence a stark contrast to the darkness that seeped through its polished corridors. Usually, the manor would lay dormant and dark, with no sounds or persons going in or out. However, tonight was a special night, a masquerade-themed birthday, of whom it belonged to but none other than Alexander Blackwood's own spouse. She was different from her loner husband - a city girl and an active member of New York's rich folk. Such a figure would earn as many friends and connections as possible - and she invited them all. Within the manor's walls, the wealthy elite danced and revealed, their laughter echoing against the marble floors as they indulged in the spoils of their privilege. Among them, Alexander's favorite niece, Sofia Blackwood, navigated the sea of masked faces, her steps hesitant as she struggled to mask her discomfort beneath a façade of poise and grace. That night, she mustered the courage to ask her uncle to fund her college education, considering that her parents disapproved of her choice of study and promised to cut ties if she pursued it.

The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and the sickly sweetness of excess, but beneath it, a palpable tension lurked—a sense of impending doom that clung to the shadows like a vengeful specter. As the night wore on and inhibitions faded, Sofia was drawn to a secluded balcony overlooking the sprawling gardens below. She needed a moment to think, to gather herself before locating her uncle. There, amidst the ivy-covered trellises and moonlit fountains, she stumbled upon a sight that would forever haunt her nightmares. A figure lay sprawled across the cold stone tiles—a man, his once-immaculate tuxedo now stained with the crimson evidence of his demise. His eyes, wide with terror, stared unseeing into the night while multiple grotesque gashes marred his throat, the blood still warm and viscous against his pallid skin. Sofia recoiled in horror, bile rising in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the brutality of the scene before her. The metallic tang of blood filled her nostrils, and she fought to suppress the urge to retch as the reality of the situation washed over her in sickening waves. Instead of vomit coming out of her mouth, a guttural, heart-wrenching shriek replaced it. Multiple footsteps rush towards her before halting abruptly, filling the evening atmosphere with their own wails. Around her, the party descended into chaos, the revelry shattered by the specter of death that now loomed over them all. Sofia was grabbed by her mother and father and ushered into an enclosed room where she finally regurgitated her evening meal onto the pristine marble floors. Guests screamed and fled in panic, their masks slipping in their haste to escape the scene of the carnage unfolding before their eyes. All but one remained rooted to the spot, their gaze fixed on the lifeless form before them. Taking off their mask reveals a Black man with a scowl so deep in hatred that one would have thought he was the one who committed the murder. His dark brown eyes glower down at the body before being covered by the full face mask again. Quickly, he returned to the building, stomping down the velvet-covered stairs and pushing his way to the front of the small crowd around the crime scene. As the crowd prayed, cried, and cursed the murderer to hell, the man's eyes focused on the wound on his neck. The gashes weren't a nice clean slice as if it were with a standard knife; they were thinner, deeper, and jagged with bits of flesh dangling and sticking out on the sides. No, a knife hadn't done this, but a set of claws-

"It was the Prowler!" a voice declared, "Look at the claw marks! That fucking bastard killed Alex!"

"I heard he's working with Fisk now. That fucking mammoth hated Alexander," another voice added, "He probably put a hit out."

"But on his wife's birthday?” A third chimed in. The second shook his head while pointing to Alexander's dead body.

"You don't know those men like I do, Alex was his number one enemy. When Fisk's family died, he asked Alex to help with some investments on some secret project, the hell if I know what it is. Alex said the fucker went bat shit crazy when he lost his wife, he pubicly announced it in an interview too. It was a wake up call but Fisk took that as disrespect and has been a little shit to the Blackwood family ever since. Dropping sponsorships, buying out companies, blocking his political power, I know that son of a bitch got something to do with this!"

The first voice suddenly reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a gun. "Fuck," he spat, "Fuck, fuck! To fucking hell with Fisk! I was THIS close to buying off those fucking votes! All that money gone to shit - where the FUCK is that purple bastard?! I'm putting a bullet through his head and then into Fisk's next!" With the sudden uproar, the first voice stormed back into the manor, which prompted others to do the same, all looking for The Prowler. He was already gone, however - he snuck out of the manor and into the surrounding woods, climbing onto his motorcycle and speeding off towards Brooklin, past the large coup of policemen racing in the opposite direction. As he blares down the road, he tears off his mask again - brown eyes laced with a green envy hue as a single thought ran through his head.

That bitch stole my fucking kill.

A/N: So, what do you guys think? (Any feedback is good feedback!)

#black tumblr #x reader #across the spiderverse #miles morales #black love #megan thee stallion #x female reader #aaron davis #dreadheadmadi #madiwrites #aaron davis x reader #aaron davis x Oc #x black oc #spiderverse x reader #x black reader #astv x reader #oc x canon #the prowler x black cat #the prowler x reader #the prowler #prowler x reader

[jasontoddssuper]

'Argumentative,antiethical dreamgirl' is a REAL Taylor Swift lyric??????

#that.that's a fem///cel.señora swift you literally just described a fem///cel.WHO LISTENS TO THIS SHIT WITHOUT CRINGING INTO A NEW FACE #and the way i found out SPECIFICALLY because i got harrased for being autistic by a swiftie specifically because i told her to dni with me💀 #yet you guys are STILL defending and stanning her out the ass????i promise you if you aren't a cis white nt woman she don't fuck with you #someone play some megan thee stallion or olivia rodrigo for me real quick i need a fucking mind cleansing and a big ass milk tea #anti taylor swift #ft her number ones haters trans punk legends gwen stacy and hobie brown and miles morales #anticoquette #antifemcel #antinymphette #antidolette #letters from summer

[skylarbee]

milex and a poem

i read this poem and shed a few tears because it reminded me so much of them, because it is so them... so i invite you to suffer with me.

Friends with No Benefits, Megan Fernandes, Poem-a-Day, 2023

I now replace desire  with meaning.  Instead of saying, I want you, I say,  there is meaning between us. Meaning can swim, has taken lessons from the river  of itself. Desire is air. One puncture  above a black lake and she lies flat. I now replace intensity with meaning. One is a black hole of boundless appetite, a false womb, another is a sentence. My therapist says children need a “father” for language  and a “mother” for everything else. She doesn’t get that it’s all language. There is no else.  Else is a fiction of life, and a fact of death. That night, we don’t touch.  We ruin nothing.  We get bagels in the morning before you leave on a train,  and I smoke a skinny cigarette and think  I look glam, like an Italian diva. You make a joke at my expense, which is not a joke, really,  but a way to say I know you.  I don’t feed on you. Instead, I watch you  like a faraway tree.  Desire loves the what if, the if only, the maybe in another lifetime.  She loves a parallel universe. Or seven.  Meaning knows its minerals, knows which volcanic magma belongs  to which volcanic fleet. Knows the earth has parents. That a person is raised.  It’s the real flirtation, to say, you are not a meal.  To say, I want you  to last. 

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the author said this about it:

“This piece is about a friend. We drink martinis and talk poems all night. We have an energy easy to mistake for desire but that might instead mean something more earthbound. Desire is instructive. But she’s often instructing us toward some edge, toward some abyss. As I get older, I’m re-narrating the intense feelings I have for some people that don’t take the form of ravenous, cosmic, and consuming intimacies, but intentional, rooted, and durational ones. What’s better than the dumb luck of living at the same time as someone you truly admire? It’s so mortal and random. No cosmos could compete.”

#it's from miles' perspective too... #the night when they don't touch; the bagels before alex leaves; the cigarette and feeling like an italian diva; the joking; #the watching; the 'maybe in another lifetime'... #yeah #i don't have to say any more do i? #the poem itself and the author's explanation says it all #it's from a site called 'poets.org'. you can subscribe to their 'poem-a-day' and you'll get a new poem every day via email #i can only recommend it #alex turner #miles kane #milex #poem #friends with no benefits #megan fernandes #milex and

[therunwayarchive]

Megan Miles at Del Core, Fall 2022

#Megan Miles #Del Core #models #fashion #runway #Fall 2022

[popping-your-culture]

#jennifer’s body #horror #horror movies #megan fox #goddess #legs and heels #legs for miles #smoke show

[piraticaltwit]

d.i chandler + Judy's pregnant ! / 3.02 ↳ i don't know how i'm going to cope with a baby again at my age. and a girl too. what do i know about girls? the only girl i know is him.

#di chandler #whitechapel itv #rupert penry jones #phil davis #sam stockman #hannah walters #steve pemberton #ds ray miles #ed buchan #dc emmerson kent #dc megan riley #*my stuff #*my edit #i get the emotion behind this scene on joe's part (and it is portrayed very well). i get that he probably is suddenly being confronted #with everything he believes is unattainable to him (as evidence in the convo with miles at the end of the prev. episode) #and it makes him feel lonely and isolated and he doesnt want to think about it .. i get it. i think we all can. #BUT (yes. big but.) the way he very obviously removes himself from this moment and puts himself away in his office #to the point where miles notices he needs to go talk to him is very #'i spend a lot of time on tumblr and need to go touch grass' behavior. #its self deprecating. its woe is me. its ' i need to put my big boy trousers on and not take away from other peoples' moments' of him. #people who do this are gross. i've done it and in that moment i was gross. #sometimes things are bigger than our feelings and we need to make room for other people but #what do i know. its just a tv show 🤷‍♂️ #whitechapel 3.02

[occultpuppy]

Just some cute pictures of baby Miles Ramiro Freeman! This little man is the light of his parent's eye and couldn't be more proud of his progress every day!

#occultpuppy #the sims #the sims 4 #TS4 #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 #simblr #sims story #nightmare legacy 2 #sim: rakeem freeman #sim: megan freeman #sim: miles freeman #windbrook #windbrook save