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yeuheart · 1 year

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IDOL!AU

Synopsis: BlueLock characters as idols | CW: mentions of diets, crazy fans, fainting, little bit of Hiori backstory spoilers, tiny angst | Featuring: Isagi Yoichi, Chigiri Hyoma, and Hiori Yo | Notes: Can be read as in a group or soloist. @hiorisgf

In general

Blue Lock is a entertainment company with Ego as the founder.

Probably one of the most difficult companies to audition for since Ego is very critical about who he chooses. Also definitely went bankrupt once. Anri is the one who makes all the announcements regarding the idols because if Ego does it he’s gonna get flamed.

All the idols go through lots of exercises (vocally and physically), sometimes it goes on until early in the morning.

They get paid well, and have decent breaks but their schedules are really busy.

If they’re trainees then they are required to sign a form regarding leaking things and such.

Isagi Yoichi

Idol!Isagi’s main genres are ballads and RnB, he really likes the flow of it. He’s definitely open to other genres such as pop, soft pop, etc. His singing voice is really nice but he can’t do really long high notes and such.

Ido!Isagi who loves to work with other singers on songs.

Idol!Isagi when it comes to dancing he’s kind of stiff and the choreographer always tells him to loosen up, at first he does feel a little awkward but he gets used to it as he goes. He probably likes contemporary, jazz, and hip hop dance but is also open to different dances. Although the may not be as good in others than the ones he likes. Sometimes he feels awkward if it’s the first time he’s doing a dance in front of the mirror, he thinks he looks funny but the choreographer tells him it’s because he’s not yet used to himself dancing in front of the mirror and that he should practice more in order to get used to it. Not a fan of break dancing or freestyle, he just freezes on the spot if you ask him to do those.

Idol!Isagi really really loves his fans, he especially appreciates the ones who have been there since the first day he debuted. Also if his managers allow him, he will absolutely reply to all of the comments if he can on weverse. He’s really scared of the sasaengs, and is always looking over his shoulder whenever he takes out his phone, wallet, etc. His fans definitely make lots of memes out of him, he even has some saved on his phone. Tbh he probably doesn’t really care to speak about haters and just chooses to ignore them (definitely talks mad shit abt them tho).

Idol!Isagi sometimes gets the least lines.

Idol!Isagi is kinda hesitant to go on diets sometimes especially when he’s starting to feel weak and stuff. Will literally argue with his manager if they ask if he can go on a ice cube diet, tries to convince his manager to let his group mates eat and not go on diets too much. Has actually gotten sick and fainted once because of a diet he went on. He’s his group mates N1 fan literally no question and will not hesitate to defend them if someone says something insulting that isn’t true. (Sneaks food in for his group mates)

Idol!Isagi who is definitely the mom of the group and is always nagging at his members to take care of themselves

Idol!Isagi is definitely the center or face of the group

Idol!Isagi is the ambassador of Burberry and probably Nike

Hyoma Chigiri

Idol!Chigiri’s main genres are electropop, nu-disco, city pop, dark pop, and alternative rock. Occasionally he’ll make songs that are very poetic and hard to unravel without someone actually asking him. The meanings are usually sad but have a nice beat to it. His singing voice is not the top but his visuals, talents, and personality make up for it.

Idol!Chigiri isn’t the worst or best dancer and usually just sticks to singing if he can. But if he does dance he likes to have minimal moves and also likes if it’s slow, although he does warm up to more dancing depending on how much he likes his songs. Once in a while he’ll do these fast paced dances and he’s really good at it. He probably went too fast once and tired himself out before his choreographer and backup dancers and had to take a 10 minute break. He likes contemporary, breakdance, modern, and traditional. The least stiff out of the ones mentioned here.

Idol!Chigiri who is known for his really soft hair even if he has dyed it countless times.

Idol!Chigiri doesn’t really mind diets as long as they aren’t too intense and if they don’t have the foods he doesn’t like. But he does go on mild diets so he finds it okay but he does get a little uncomfortable if he’s having to actually starve for longer than he usually does. Let’s his members take bites of his food in secret if they’re on a diet.

Idol!Chigiri is the visual of the group and is famous for his hair most of the time. He’s also the lead vocalist (main and lead vocalists r different btw!)

Idol!Chigiri uses his phone and wallet more freely than Isagi but is still careful of the really crazy fans.

Idol!Chigiri is the silent protector in his group and subtly encourages his members.

Idol!Chigiri who as a trainee was really secretive and wouldn’t open up to anyone until he got really close to them. He would make his members food and help them if he couldn’t speak their language.

Idol!Chigiri loves his fans and admires their (false) loyalty towards him. He watches edits of him sometimes when he’s bored. Is absolutely flabbergasted when he sees that someone found out about something he’s never ever shared.

Idol!Chigiri who always promotes Paul Mitchell and poses with a small bottle of the product at the airport (he has a a whole suitcase filled with products whenever he goes somewhere). Recommends that brand to everyone if they ask but depending on their hair he will mention different brands. He absolutely loves that brand (me too).

Idol!Chigiri is the ambassador of Dior and Paul Mitchell

Hiori Yo

Idol!Hiori’s main genres are rnb, electronic, bedroom pop, and alternative. Has his bedroom in his studio. He has one desk for music making and one for gaming, the cost of the whole room is honestly more than what he gets paid yearly and it keeps building up cause of the stuff he buys. He has a nice voice but it depends on the pitch. He can do high notes but just not really high but he can hold the notes well.

Idol!Hiori who isn’t the best singer and dancer but his friendly personality makes up for it and that’s how he’s able to keep gaining fans.

Idol!Hiori likes hip-hop, freestyle, and lyrical. He also likes popping because it’s fun but doesn’t do it often. When he listens to songs he does little dances here and there. He’s probably one of the stiffest dancers mentioned here but he’s still working on it.

Idol!Hiori streams and lets his fans join him in games as long as they don’t try to hack him or whatever. He was nervous the first time cause someone made a comment that there was a hacker (they lied)

Idol!Hiori’s position in the group is center and sub-vocalist. Does take pride that he has those titles. Sometimes he gets the least lines.

Idol!Hiori is never seen without a Yakult, there’s always one in his hand or just nearby. Lots of Yakult merch in his room, and the walls are probably a light soft pink.

Idol!Hiori checks on his members' health especially the ones that are quieter than others. His members are always recommending that if you want a room idea you can just ask him. Also, they always mention how he gives the best company.

Idol!Hiori makes sure that when he buys something on stream or wtv he ends it or stops the screen recording. He changes his password once a month to make sure. Never got hacked during his whole career.

Idol!Hiori as a trainee was really encouraging and told others to not give up. He was usually in the corner by himself unless dancing. His members are grateful for him because if he wasn’t there then they may not be an idol now.

Idol!Hiori’s parents made him go through lots of training just to be an idol, but he’s glad he’s away from them more often. He’s also unsure if this is really what he wants to do since his parents made him do this.

Idol!Hiori loves his fans so much, he’s grateful for the support they give him. He probably admitted once that he wanted to give up and leave this career because he wasn’t sure if this is what he really wanted to do. Regardless his fans gave him the support he needed and told him that even if he wanted to give up they would still support him in whatever comes next. He got really emotional after hearing that.

Idol!Hiori is the ambassador of MSI, Jo Malone, and Yakult.

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royallyprincesslilly · 7 months

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Lewis Hamilton Fic Snippet

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As hinted at, here is the sneak peek of the Lewis fic that was inspired by this pic of him in swim trunks with his back turned.

It doesn't have a title yet, I'm leaning toward "All Hands On Deck" 😂

***Not edited or proofread***

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You'd been teasing him all day about it. When he was relaxing on the upper deck of the yacht enjoying the sun on his back, you couldn't help but commence a sneak attack by giving him a heavy-handed slap on the ass.

"Uugh, Y/N, come on now," he groaned out not even bothering to lift his head off the memory foam face massager he was on.

When he was loading up his plate with the specially prepared lunch the crew had made, you would sneak by to give him playful pinches on that perfect baby peach of his.

"Again!?”

"What can I say, little booties deserve attention too," you teased.

The stink eye he gave you said enough but you were far from afraid.

"Wow, she's coming for you bruh, " Miles piped up.

"Don't even get me started on your little booty Watson. You two could start a little booty committee and be president and vice president," you continued.

"Are you finally admitting you've been checking out my ass, Y/N?"

Everything went silent. You knew this was dangerous territory but again, you weren't scared.

"And what of it?"

You flashed imaginary hair over your shoulders, rolled your eyes, and grabbed a juice blend and a salad then walked off. Would this irk Lewis? Maybe. Did you care? Nope.

So for most of the afternoon, you teased Lewis about his little booty and how right it looked in those Burberry swim trunks all the while thinking about all the ways you were going to enjoy him that night.

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Thoughts, anyone? 👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️

#sneak peek #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fanfiction #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton blurb #lewis hamilton imagine

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seeingstarks · 8 months

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no one better than you baby

summary : you're in a moral dilemma on whether or not you should help adam turn on maxwell or the other way around. pairing : mjf x adam cole x afab!reader (use of wrestler names) cw : walked in on while getting dressed, angst if you squint, mention of anxiety, sexual suggestions, french-kissing, arm/ab touching, nicknames like babe/babygirl, basically wrestling fluff with a dash of smut! a/n : reblogs are very much appreciated! had this in the drafts for a week or so and finally had the inspo to finish it! enjoy! 💙 word count : 1,425 words tag list: @adamjf @josiewrites

"adam, no, we can't." you pleaded while looking over into his icy blue eyes contemplating on whether or not tonight was the night to help adam turn on maxwell.

you'd been his valet ever since undisputed era and glued to his hip however found yourself wandering after making the move to all elite. maxwell was an asshole and nothing but, he seemed like a changed man when better than you bay bay became a thing.

adam kept the good guy act up for the cameras but he'd secretly been pitching ideas to you for weeks. little did he know that the devil himself caught your eye more than once and you'd been sneaking off to tell him of adam's plans. the devil was always one step ahead but with your help he'd be two steps further.

everything went according to plan except when stepping foot into your private locker room away from the two men you trusted most in your life, one as a brother and the other as a sort of school-girl crush. surely everyone in their right mind had to be head over heels for the maxwell jacob friedman.

with a soft sigh, you took a seat infront of your cheap vanity. it was nothing much just a re-furnished shelf painted your favorite color, a few lights adorning the top and a mirror propped up against it with makeup scattered about.

however one thing was out of place.. or rather wasn't there to begin with. you picked up the small black box and gave it a slight shake, wondering what it contained inside. you should've known the gift was from maxwell when pulling at the burberry ribbon and revealing the contents inside to be a ring in just your size.

taking the shiny object out of the box, your eyes sparkled from the reflection off the lights and pure wonder of how much it cost, had to be a fortune. it looked exactly like his dynamite diamond ring only perfect for your finger.

you slid the ring on and smiled seeing your reflection in the mirror, of course it suited you well. once getting up from the seat, you had noticed a neatly folded piece of paper on the ground that must've fallen from the box.

inside read, "thought of you when i found this. the only person prettier and better than any diamond is you, baby. maybe you could use it against adam tonight?"

a slight warmth grew on your cheeks when reading the words, maxwell never called you pretty to your face. only things like baby, toots, or beautiful.. but you only took it as a joke in passing. there was this one time he called you babygirl and you will never let him hear the end of it.

you nearly jumped from your seat when you heard someone knocking at the door, luckily it was just a seamstress dropping off your outfit for the night. ever since maxwell and adam teamed up you had matching gear with them.

throwing off your shorts, you swiftly put on your wrestling bottoms and while whipping your shirt toward whatever corner of the room another knock was heard on the door, "c'mon, i'm just trynna' get dressed here!" you half-yelled with a huff and opened the door realizing you were only wearing a bra once you came face to face with adam.

"oh, uh i'll just wait a few minutes- promise i didn't see anything." you chuckled at adam's response and watched as he shut his eyes.

you went toward a private part of the room and threw your double clothesline shirt on with the matching jacket, "i'm dressed now, mr. undisputed your eyes won't be burned." you gave him a smile.

"so, have you given anymore consideration to helping me turn on maxwell tonight?" adam questioned but you were deep in thought thinking about the devil himself.

adam snapped his fingers infront of you, a sort of way to try and bring you back to reality, "uh, y/n you still there?"

"oh, yeah.. mhm. i've given it some consideration. maybe tonight isn't the right night to turn on him. he's just starting to act like a face.. and well we're trying to get the crowd on his side."

"exactly, y/n. tonight would be the perfect night for it.. but i understand if you're not ready. it's all in your hands." adam looked at you sincerely, you had a lot to consider since both men wanted you to turn on the other one and you hadn't even seen max in person tonight except in passing. whichever choice you made you hoped it wouldn't ruin any friendships.

"i'll make my choice when we go out there, see you in five." you assured as adam soon exited, you took it upon yourself to do the finishing touches on your outfit and makeup.

you dragged your feet against the backstage floor, scrunching your nose up at the sound it made. squeaky.. must've been cleaned recently. a familiar feeling arose in your stomach, that being of anxiety.

you were fast approaching both men and had a very important decision to make, not only for the two you loved most but for a future feud in the company.

with a heavy sigh, you glanced down at your ring finger which was usually not adorned with such a shiny jewel but maxwell had grown on you the past month or so.. and adam he'd been there for all your ups and downs. this moment was more than your personal relationships.. it was about wrestling itself and what the fans wanted but you couldn't bare the thought of hurting maxwell.

or could you? only time would tell.

lights flashed bright, pyro went off, the crowd had been cheering and booing all night and it was finally time for the main event.

mawell's music hit first and then it mashed up with a mix of adam's. then it was your time to shine, you posed with the men as maxwell instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, adam shooting him a knowing glare. a few rude members of the crowd were cat-calling you so maxwell took it upon himself to flip them off.

you were used to adam being cheered and mawwell always receiving a mix of boos and cheers however since the team up it was the best of both worlds.

you stood at ringside as the match went smoothly, cheering a little more for maxwell over adam and he seemed to take notice when taken advantage of in a shatter machine finisher. whoops.

in the end ftr still won over better than you bay bay despite your efforts of attempting to distract the referee but being careful enough not to get kicked out.

you made your way up the ring steps and hugged it out with both men, adam turning around and telling maxwell to hit him but instead it was you doing the dirty work.

one swift punch to the jaw, ring including left the crowd in gasps. even maxwell looked surprised for a moment or so while resting against the ropes in the corner or the ring.

he smirked deviously before standing up, "knew you'd make the right choice," he lowered his voice so only you could hear, "i see you took my advice now how about let's get outta' here and i take ya' on a proper date, babygirl?"

your eyes met with his chocolate ones, giving a nod. "yes. of course, maxwell. but first-"

before maxwell even had the chance to speak, you wrapped your arms and hand up around his muscly shoulders, dragging the other along his abs.

"don't forget we're in public baby- not that i mind but i don't wanna share you for our first time."

after listening you shushed him with a kissed which he deepened by wrapping his own strong arms around your finger, opening your mouth in response as he shoved his tongue down your throat, causing you to gasp for air.

you snaked your tongue around his, doing the same as a small moan escaped from the man's throat, "mm, babe."

you chuckled as the two of you eventually broke the kiss to catch a breath of air, still holding each other close. the crowd was off the rails already yelling about giving you and maxwell a ship name as you hid your blushing face into his shoulder.

"we're going to make a perfect wrestling couple."

"why just a wrestling couple?" you asked with a smirk.

"touché"

#better than you bay bay <33 #mjf #adam cole #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf x reader #adam cole x reader #wrestling fluff #aew fluff #mjf x female reader #adam cole x female reader

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stylesloveclub · 2 years

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Pleasing -- sneak peek!

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The sound of his boots clicking against the polished tile floor is all that can be heard as he walks through the foyer, his head down as he types out a message on his phone – that is, until he hears a tiny, kitten-like sneeze.

Harry stops in his tracks, looking up, and stares hard into the darkness. He takes a few, cautious steps closer towards the door, until he can make out a faint silhouette. It’s y/n – bundled up in a cute little hoodie and her bag clutched tightly to her chest.

“Y/n,” he calls out. “What are you still doing here?”

She jumps at the sound of his voice, her shoulders tense as she timidly walks out of the corner she’d seemingly been hiding in. “Oh, I’m just waiting for the rain to lighten up a little bit before I walk home, Mr. Styles. Promise I’ll leave soon!”

His eyes nearly pop out of his head – walk home? At this time of night? He strides over to where she’s standing, “Have y’not got a car? Or a metro pass, at least?”

“No, no car…” she explains with a small frown on her face, “N’the metro near my school doesn’t come up towards downtown. S’too fancy around here for a sketchy little metro.”

He looks down at the way she’s hugging herself tightly, her hands tucked into the sleeves of her sweatshirt in an effort to keep warm. She’ll freeze to death if she tries to walk home, he thinks to himself. Even wrapped in his expensive Burberry coat, the thought of walking in that rainy weather sends a chill down his spine.

He sighs. “Come on,” he says, “M’not letting you walk home in the rain.”

He opens the restaurant doors and sticks his umbrella out first, opening it and stepping under seamlessly so that not even a drop of rain stains his suit. She blinks at him dumbfounded. Still holding the door, he gestures for y/n to follow him, “Come on pup, haven’t got all day.”

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hi besties!!! oh my gosh i missed u all so much and i’m so so so excited to finally share what i’ve been working on :) restaurantrry is literally like the sexiest most gorgeous hot man that i’ve ever written and i’m just sooo excited for u all to read him :) i hope u enjoy!!!!!!

If you want to read Pleasing early, it is already posted on my patreon! check it out here :D

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #dom!harry #harry styles writing #harry #harry fic #harry smut #dom harry #harry styles one shot #harry styles one shots #restaurantrry #my sneak peaks

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samsvenn · 2 years

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OMG i loved your Subaru’s and Reiji’s clothes headcanons, they were so so good and so so accurate, you’re a genius! 💖 so I was wondering if you could make Shuu’s clothes headcanons please?~

I love your work, thanks for your effort 💓

𝐒𝐡𝐮 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Possibly the most effort this man has put in over millennia is what fabric is the best for sleeping in.

You can’t tell me that he’s not bothered to do so. If there’s anything this man is willing to fight for that doesn’t include his MP3 player or Yuma, it’s his sleep.

The fabric has to be versatile. He tried silk but it looked way too gaudy and it caused far too many distractions to be a candidate. A group of preps was walking through one of the hallways that the staff used to try and sneak out. It ended badly. “And then I was- OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT BLONDE HOTTIE-” They all got caught, including Shu, and had to spend the school after hours in detention.

He settled for linen and polyester. Both weren’t itchy (in the case of some woolen clothes) nor did they need too much maintenance such as leather (conditioning, protecting it away from sunlight, keeping it dry, you get the gist). They stretched pretty far and felt cool to the touch, the thickness was always on the thinner side so it provided great comfort.

The same can be said for his pants. Shu isn’t too picky about the fabric itself, but rather how nice they feel and wrap around his body. If he’s wearing tight stiff denim, they’d be hard to sleep in due to the lack of circulation and rough fabric chaffing on his knees and other plush areas.

All of his clothes are wrinkled. From childhood until now, he has always gotten the best quality clothes since Beatrix never wanted to settle for less and has never had anything secondhand due to his position as the eldest. This deepened the wedge in his relationship with Reiji since Shu never had to take care of his clothes due to how many Butlers were willing to break their backs, just to seem more favorable in front of young Shu.

Reiji, on the other hand, was seen as the lesser of the two so the only Butlers he had were old gentlemen who couldn’t be bothered to put on a facadé of kissing up to the eldest.

After they started living in the Manor, things changed and Shu never bothered to learn how to iron clothes, delegating this task to the mercy of his brother.

Wears brand names because most of the clothes in his wardrobe are from when his mother was still alive. All of these brands are what the Old Money rich families buy from so Brunello Cucinelli, Hermès, Saint Lauren, Burberry, Ermenegildo Zegna, and much more. Shu, at the end of the day, is still the Crown Prince, no matter how simple and down to Earth he dresses.

Doesn’t wear too many accessories except for squared black sunglasses. Nothing too flashy plus it provides coverage away from the harsh rays of the sun. He never puts care into storing them though. Shu chucks them in his pockets and doesn’t care if they bend or break so he’s gone through a bunch. He chooses squared frames because some frames wrap around his head, for example, Oakleys. Stays away from squared frames where the lenses are way too minuscule to even be called sunglasses.

Adding more to this, he doesn't like thin-framed glasses due to the same storing problem he has.

Wears Skechers slip-ons. Loafers were his go-to’s until he discovered the memory foam insoles that Skechers provided. Goes with darker colors and is against wearing the more colorful variety because he knows that Laito will use it against him in an argument.

“I don’t want to hear that from a fake pervert.”

“You wear Skechers and expect me to take you seriously?”

The Biggest Skechers Defender. Don’t say anything bad about Skechers.

The color palette of most of his outfits is light colors. Since Shu sleeps a lot, it’s not certain whether he’s sleeping in or out of the manor. Because of this, he wears light colors most of the time so that the Sun won’t scorch him alive when he’s napping somewhere. Knowing Shu, he doesn’t use sunscreen unless they’re going on a more tropical family vacation so he’d get sunburnt and the feel of the heat of the sun is more prominent since vampires are much more receptive to weather conditions due to how their senses differ from humans. (will explore in a future post about vampire body anatomy and senses headcanon)

Pale yellows, hues of whites, and umber are his daily colors.

His clothes fit snugly. Not too tight and it has some looseness to it. Shu’s pants go back and forth on this pendulum where some pants fit around his waist and some pants where the bottom hem of some pants are wide and reach to the floor - to the point where they look like bell-bottom jeans. His shirts and tops though are always spacious and the only joint where it sits comfortably is his broad shoulders.

A big whore for light sweaters because they vaguely remind him of his mother. As a child, in the harsh winter of the Demon World, Beatrix would dress him up in heavy cotton sweaters where there were little to no designs for a child to enjoy. Yet it was one of the closest affectionate things Beatrix has done to care for Shu, outside of anything studious. Doesn’t know how to emotionally process whether he should loathe his mother for the lack of motherly love he received that out of all things, THIS was the apex of ‘love’ or if he should be happy that this is a fond memory he can remember her by.

Said sweaters are very light that you can almost see through them.

Moving on to his essentials, he prefers earphones to headphones. Though headphones are much more comfortable over long time use since they sit around the ear rather than inside and also have the benefit of having noise cancellation, earbuds/in-ears are more portable and easier to sleep in. Shu doesn't have to worry about them bending or snapping as he dozes off plus they’re easier to afford than most high-end headphones.

The price of one high-end headphone is enough for two high-end earphones. With how fast and quick Shu goes through a pair, he values the availability and portability the earphones provide.

Wears a pair of ZSN Pro X. The earphones are made from metal and resin so they’re more durable than most earphones you’d find on the market. These earphones are in-ears, where the cable/wire is detachable if any harm or knicks have damaged them. As long as the earphones are intact, you can just replace the broken wire instead of paying for another pair of earphones, which can save costs in the long run.

They’re also in the shape of an ear hook so that while he’s thrashing in his sleep, the earphones will be hard to remove from his ear, allowing him to nap in peace for a little bit longer.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik brothers #sakamaki shu #diabolik lovers headcanons #headcanons

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morningbloodystar · 6 months

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*sneaks up to you and throws glitter bomb*

✨GET GLITTERED✨

*runs away quickly*

..........Oh, Hell no.

This is a Burberry suit. I will not have it destroyed like it's unfortunate predecessors. I'm quite sure this one has gained sentience - I've heard whispers of it's budding romance with my Prada.

I do hope you enjoy glitter in your cereal, darling.

#non toxic food grade ofcourse #dadifer plots #lucifer morningstar #good omens rp

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regalityandcoffee · 2 years

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Office Hours (18+) (William Regal x Reader)

Summary: It's Professor Regal x Student in his office after class. Yup. Pretty straight-forward, y'all. Also a mention of MJF.

Warnings: Fingering, voice kink, praise kink, dumbification.

Enjoy.

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You tried to pay attention from your seat in class, you really did. It was your last class of the day, and then you could go home and think through what happened in the hallway. After all, you'd been holding it together well for most of the time.

All you had to do was take your notes, act interested, and leave, right?

Not so easy. This was no ordinary class. This was Professor William Regal's class. Your favorite instructor. Your favorite class. And as much as you tried to listen, as much as you wanted to raise your hand like usual you couldn't. You were too tired, too stressed. Too confused. If you heard yourself stammer once you'd burst into tears. So you took your seat at the back instead of the front like you usually would and kept your head down. You didn't even greet him like you usually would, hiding in the crowd of students to sneak to the back.

This did not go unnoticed.

The class came to an end, and as usual, you were the last to leave. You gathered your notebook and textbooks, your open backpack hanging off your shoulder as you tried to collect yourself. You were close to the door, so close when his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Miss Y/N?"

Oh no. Professor Regal was walking. Towards you.

"May I have a word with you, dear?''

Why? Why today of all days? "I'm kind of in a hurry, to get-"

"I know." he wasn't in your way, and the door was wide open. You could sprint out whenever you wanted and he wouldn't go after you, you both knew this. Yet here he was, quietly demanding your attention, keeping you in place with just his words. " I just wanted to ask if you were alright."

"Huh?"

"Today, in class. It's just, you're usually more talkative than you have been, more active." You had never really been good with eye contact, with people in your space. He wasn't even that close, there were at least four feet still between you and yet you felt claustrophobic. Yet you looked over his shoulder at the wall behind him, not daring to make contact with his striking eyes.

You nodded, looking down at the books you were struggling to keep in your grasp.

"I just," he rubbed the back of his neck. "It's just not common to see you in such a strange mood. What's gotten into you today, flower?"

Flower. Why did he have to be so informal with you? "Strange?"

"Yes, strange."

"No, I'm just tired, sir." you twisted your bag as best as you could, trying to get your books inside.

"I've seen you tired, Y/N, and this isn't it. Though, of course, sleepiness and tiredness could be described as two separate things. Still," he stood in front of you now, helping to tuck your materials back in, zipping up your bag. "Tired implies that you're weary, from lack of rest or some kind of physical or emotionally-stressful event. What could possibly be stressing you now, dear girl?" he put the bag over your other shoulder and stepped back in front of you. You caught a whiff of his cologne.

"Just- just school stuff, Sir."

"School stuff. Hm. You know, Y/N, there was someone missing from class today."

"Someone missing?" Oh, gods, he noticed. The other empty seat at the front of the class.

"Yes. A certain irritating but genius scholar? He sits next to you every class? In a signature Burberry scarf?" the man hummed as he walked past you to look out into the hall.

"Do you mean Maxwell?"

"Yes, yes. Mr. Freidman, that was his name!" he turned, seeming to be fighting back a laugh. "it's rare for Mr. Friedman to miss a class, Y/N, as much as some may wish it wasn't."

"Yeah..."

"Y/N, does his absence have something to do with why you sat at the back of the class today?"

"No!" you said too quickly, too loudly, too high-pitched. "I don't know-"

"Y/N, has he had something to you that made you switch seats? I don't take harassment lightly, you know that." he tilted his head, his voice low and almost grim."Y/N, what did he do?"

"It wasn't really- it w-" Shit. Here you were, mixing up your words in front of him just as you feared you would. "He just-"

Professor Regal-since you refused to call him by his first name as he had once suggested- took your hand. "Dear, look at me, do you want to talk about this in my office? My hours started about two minutes ago, you know."

You looked past him at the clipboard on the wall, the (blank for today) signup sheet to request time after class with the professor. You didn't miss the concern in his eye, that worried twang to his calming voice. "But I'm not on the list for today."

"You're always on the list, Y/N." He patted your hand, then let go to walk to his desk. He began to put away his notes and computer into his satchel. This was your opportunity to run. You'd surely face the consequences via awkward silence next class, but he was giving you an out. You didn't want to talk about this. You wanted to pretend it never happened.

You bet somewhere, wherever he was, Maxwell Jacob Friedman was thinking the exact same thing.

"Come along, Y/N." his voice pulled you back to the present. He was leaving, and he expected you to follow. You exited first and went into the hallway. He turned the lights off and closed the door. "Lead the way."

You nodded, walking down the hallway to the elevator. his office was on the fourth and last floor and you sure as hell didn't feel like taking the stairs. You clicked the button and he motioned you in first. How convenient it was just you two. How convenient.

You gripped the bar on your side as it creaked upwards. If Regal felt as awkward as you did right now he didn't show it (he never did). He motioned for you to go first as the doors opened, following you still as you walked to his office. He unlocked the tall, windowless door and held it open for you. You entered and he followed, locking it behind you.

It was dark, the blinds were shut. Regal walked to his desk and turned on the vintage, frilly lamp that illuminated the room quite well. He motioned for you to sit at the seat in front of it, which you did, setting your bag down next to you. He took off his satchel and set it down on the desk, which he sat on the edge of instead of the stuffed armchair he used for his desk. "Miss Y/N, what did this boy do to upset you so much?"

Still avoiding his eyes, you sat your hands in your lap and looked at them instead. "He...Max kind of- he asked me out today, I think."

"Oh?" You were never really able to read his voice well, but you knew for a fact he sounded surprised. "And how did this... call for your company go?"

You sighed as you recalled the events that transpired earlier today. "I was leaving from getting a snack at the student café and bumped into him in the hall. He- you know..."

"How he likes to tease you during and after class because he's an absolute pain, yes. Go on."

"Well, um. He was like oh hey and I was like hi and tried to leave but he did that thing guys do where he kinda blocked my path and he's bigger than me and I didn't want to be rude and push him away but he was like hey after my game tonight we're all going to a party at um you know that frat house on the corner like a lil next to the gym?" you fidgeted in your seat, feeling like you were talking too fast. But he seemed to be keeping up well, nodding at your words.

"Yes. Go on."

"Okay, um well he was like um you're coming too right? And I was like no because I don't like parties And he was like yes you are you're not a loser right? And I'm like what's that's supposed to mean and he's like well anybody who's anybody is gonna be there, and I'm anybody and you're you and I'm like what does that mean and he's like well you should go with me it'll be fun and I have homework and I just wanna go home after class so I'm like no I can't and I don't drink and it sounds lame- "

"Which it does. You never did peg me as a partying kind of gal, Miss Y/N, but go on."

"I've been to one frat party and it was horrible! I don't hate parties, I swear it's just too many people and too much noise and I don't drink!" this time you looked up at him as if you were pleading your case. He smiled at you and motioned for you to continue. "Um, and I just shook my head and told him I had the stuff to do and I tried to walk past and he grabs my hand and is like, so in other words, I'll see you there? And I just kinda snatch my hand away and was like no and then I came here. I mean I came to your class!" You buried your face in your hands, your face hot. Your eyes stung with tears, though you had no idea why. You fought them back and looked back up.

Regal let out a breath, shaking his head. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "So in other words, Maxwell invited you to a cesspool of beer and shallow conversations and you're the one feeling bad for saying no?"

"Well, I mean, he looked sad I said no! And I didn't wanna sit next to him in class because he might ask again and bug me about it so I sat in the back, but then he didn't show up at all! I-"

"Y/N, that is not your problem. Whatever the reason for Maxwell's absence it is not your fault. You shouldn't be bothered at all by this. You have too many things on your mind and in your life to be worried about than him." he leaned forward and took your chin in his hand. "Regarde moi, Y/N."

You looked up. Eyes like his could only be described as supernatural, the way they could calm you. The way they could slow the way your anxious heart was pounding in your ears and chest.

"Do you need to calm down from this, dear? Do you want me to help you forget your troubles again?"

You bite your lip, remembering the last visit to his office. His head between your legs, skirt bunched up around your waist... "I...I don't know."

"It's your decision, dear. I would never force you into anything. We can just sit and talk more if that's what makes you comfortable." he let you go and crossed his arms, waiting for your answer.

No. No more talk. You shook your head, balling your fist in your lap. "N-no. You're right. I shouldn't be bothered by this. I don't want to talk about it anymore, Sir."

"As you wish dear. Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

"No."

"Then what would you like to do, Miss Y/N?"

"I...don't know." you squeezed your legs together just a bit more. His suggestion was tempting, but you had no idea what he had in mind. Still, the possibility of more of what happened a few weeks ago made you throb, made a knot twist in your stomach. "What do you want to do, Sir?"

"Well, I'd like to help clear your mind, dear. We can't have you thinking about such a silly thing like this on your commute home, can we?"

You shook your head.

"Stand up for me, love. I have an idea."

"Yes, Sir." You stood up.

"I need for you to trust me, dear. Do you trust me?"

You looked at your professor as he got off his desk and stood in front of you. You nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Then turn around for me." You did as told, waiting for your next instruction.

"Bend over, lay against the desk for me, dear." You laid down against the desk, arms laying flat you, on either side of your head. You lay with your face against the cold wood of the desk.

"That's a good girl, now hold still for me, don't be anxious. I want you to relax." How could you not feel anxious when he was behind you, his voice softly, firmly bending you to his will? Still, you tried to do as he said, as his hands moved to your waist, somehow easily finding the buttons for your shorts and pulling them down to your ankles, then your panties. "Spread your legs a bit for me, dear, as best as you can."

You spread your legs until the shorts around them restrained you a bit. "Good, good." You fought back a noise as Regal pressed against you until he was over you, on you, broad chest against your back. You watched as a hand intertwined with yours, not daring to look back at him. "Am I too heavy, on you, dear?"

"No, Sir." if you were being honest, you liked it. You could feel the warmth of him through your shirt and against the naked bottom half of your body. The pressure of him against your back felt good as well, it felt needed.

"That's my girl, now relax." The sleeve of his suit jacket brushed against your bare thigh. His hand groped your inner thigh, making its way upward. "Poor dear, rattled by such a silly little incident." His breath was warm against your neck, reassuring. Arousing. You were getting wetter by the second as he took his time with you.

"You're too young to be this stressed, Y/N, don't you know? Too young, too smart. It's such a waste of your mind to make it fret over someone so insignificant to your goals." You shut your eyes as his hand found its way against the heat between your legs. A single finger slipped between your folds, you gasped as it trailed slowly down your clit. "Shh, settle down, dear."

He rubbed the bundle of nerves slowly, gently, back in forth before his motions became circular against you. "You're doing so well for me, flower, you're always so good for me." You whimpered underneath him, his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze, leaving briefly to move your hair from your neck then going back to its rightful place entwined with yours. "I did a number on you last time, didn't I dear? The noises you made told the story of a woman who's never been properly pleased before."

You didn't know how to respond as he added a finger to the rhythm and pressure against you. "You were such a good girl for me, dear. So patient and obedient, just as you are right now." A kiss was laid against your neck, his lips soft against your skin. "Poor girl, you could hardly respond when I pulled away from you. You had to cling to me after that and let me soothe you with my words. Again, please forgive me for that."

Why would you need to forgive him? You were pretty sure it was the hardest you had ever orgasmed in your life. Poor baby, poor baby, he whispered in your ear as you shuddered against him, head against his chest, legs around his waist hands desperately clinging to the front of his suit. Of course you remembered it. The memory helped get you to sleep almost every night since, along with your hand or whatever toy you decided to use.

You felt the laugh in his chest against you. "Don't worry, sweet girl. I will do the same today if I have the same effect on you as last time. " His fingers had moved away from your clit, one sliding down to press and probe your soaking wet entrance. "Goodness, so wet for me already." A noise escaped from the back of your throat as his finger slipped inside, as his lips went back to your neck, kissing his way down to your shoulder and moving his way back up to suck at the sensitive skin just below your ear.

His finger moved in gentle motions inside you, back in forth until he added another, stretching your entrance. His hand gave yours another squeeze as his fingers moved in and not quite out. His palm was pressing against your clit, the combination of them teasing your aching sex was making you light-headed, almost sleepy underneath him. The desk dug against your hip, and with him pressing against you, you couldn't move well against his hand. As if he could read your thoughts, his mouth pulled away from your neck. "You've spent too long thinking today, love. Stay still for me. Drift away, let me take care of you."

You couldn't nod, couldn't answer as he pleased you. "It's such a nice feeling, isn't it? Losing yourself like this." his fingers brushed against the spot that made your breath hitch in your throat. He noticed, his fingers now keeping against that spot, moving slowly against your wall, fingers crooking and moving in you. The sound of your wetness was noticeable, but you weren't embarrassed. You were too muzzy, too lost to be embarrassed. "Such a good, girl, you're taking my fingers so well. You feel so good, don't you, dear? You should always feel like this, you should always feel this good, so calm."

Your senses were growing cloudy, all you could register was his deep, gentle voice in your ear, the pressure of his sturdy frame on you and his hand against you. He was real, he was keeping you here, grounded with his body and his sensual words. You're breathing quickened as he stroked your core with expert care, unable to keep quiet anymore. Small whines escaped your throat as you tried and failed to contain yourself.

"Let go for me, Y/N," you heard his voice in his ear. "You're almost there, let yourself go for me." his lips returned to your neck, continuing at the sensitive area he surely left a hickey against before.

Your eyes squeezed shut tighter as his pace as gibberish slipped from your lips between pants, between pleas. His hand tightened around yours as you weakly cried out his name, a wave of intense pleasure took over you, sending chills down your spine and through your body.

The silence that came after felt both comforting and bizarre as Regal Pulled away from your neck, then got off of you. He let go of your hand last. You opened your eyes, finding yourself back in his dark office.

"Can you stand on your own, sweetheart?"

You nodded, pressing your palms against the desk to pull yourself off of it, almost falling back. You stood up fully. You stayed still as he gently tugged your panties back up, then your shorts. You turned to face him. He tilted your chin up to look at him, a smile that could only be described as sly was on his handsome face.

"Did this help you, Miss Y/N?"

"W-with what?" you asked, barely remembering what brought you here in the first place as he buttoned your shorts back up.

"Hmm, that's what I like to hear," He chuckled. "Would you like another kiss for the road dear?" he turned you around with ease by your shoulders, picked up your bag, and helped you to put it on your shoulders.

"Please?" You felt both dizzy and weightless, but also... empty. You weren't fully back in your head, all you knew right now is that you felt good and you wanted more. But you wouldn't ask. Even in the state you were in you were still nervous to test his patience with you.

He leaned down and have you a soft kiss against the back of your neck.

"And remember dear, try not to think about what happened with Maxwell too much."

"What happened...what happened with Maxwell?"

"Exactly." He gave you a pat on the bottom as he opened the door for you.

You teetered into the hallway, taken aback at how bright it was now compared to his office. You looked back at him as he leaned in the doorway. "I look forward to talking to you again Miss Y/N."

"Y-you too, Sir."

"Have a safe evening, love."

"You too, Sir."

He bit his lip, then blew you a small kiss and closed the door. You were now alone in the hall, the sound of the vents buzzing in your ears. You turned yourself around, feeling like you were moving through a haze.

You thought to make your way to the elevator, then shook your head, moving to the door that lead to the stairs. Maybe the walk down would help you get the feeling back in your legs.

Maybe they'd help you remember how to walk properly.

-fin-

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little--leaves · 1 year

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so fun story.

I have a sales associate at Burberry now and she's the sweets soul ever and she said she'll text me when she has the coat I wanted in my size . Anyway, I tried on a black trenchcoat from them, a random girl sneaked around the mirror I was looking in and gave me the cutest, shy little thumbs up (I love her I hope she's doing amazing) and another worker there came up to me and asked if I needed help after I put on my coat again, said that it suits me so well and that he can help out if i need anything. I told him that it's my jacket and that it isn't Burberry and he looked so embarrassed :') he said the jacket looks beautiful regardless and that I made a good purchase (which is so cute hello??). so yeah I hope every single person in that store is doing amazing. also, another worker in a different store said my name is beautiful :') everyone was so nice today, I love people

#people are so nice to me recently :')#like more than normal

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muchadoaboutstartrek · 2 years

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This is only a small part of what the first chapter is supposed to be but I figured it wouldn't hurt to give you a tiny little sneak peek🤗

Robbie knew something was wrong.

Even as he sat in his captain's chair while he watched his crew work behind their consoles, their fingers flying over buttons and settings, he knew something was amiss when no one could tell him how long it would take them to reach the nearest starbase.

William Robbie was by no means a small man. Standing at 6'1" and build like a solid wall of lean muscle, he was the prim and propper picture of a starfleet captain in command of one of their finest ships. The one he was in command of right now, SS Burberry, was not his, but a smaller 'rental' so to speak, easier to go undetected.They had been sent to recover a certain object of interest near the place admiral April jokingly called "ground zero". Why these specific coordinates were called in such fashion was beyond him and in April's words, well above his paygrade.

But as he watched his first in command, a woman named Jennifer Reel, work frantically and rush from one station to the next, he wondered if the vital information was kept as secretive as the name of the location and name of the object they were sent to obtain.

Reel was an intimidating woman. Tall, standing at 5'11" with fierce green eyes and long blonde hair tied in professional hairstyle that made her angular face look even sharper, she matched Will's more tame and calm personality like second side of the same coin. He cleared his throat as her slim frame rushed past his chair, watching her shapely behind swing with every step she took.

"Jen, what's happening? Where are we." He watched as the woman stopped in her tracks, her head slumping forward. She turned to him sharply, her steps echoing even around the chaotic bridge as she strutted towards him. Her brows were furrowed in concentration and that did nothing to ease his worries.

"We have a problem." Will raised one of his eyebrows, prompting her to continue. She did so reluctantly, a tired sigh escaping her. "Something in that area has scrambled our sensors. Turns out we've been flying blind for over three hours."

Will blinked, and then laughed. In his peripheral vision he saw Penelope, his navigation officer, turn to give him a stink eye. The laughter died on his lips when he looked at Jen's face. She looked as serious as a heart attack. "What? You're not kidding?"

"Why would I ever jest about that?" Her tongue was apparently as sharp as her jawline and Will snapped his mouth shut, wheels turning in his head.

"Okay... alright. Umm, Pen," he turned towards his navigator, skipping several stairs to reach her station. "What was our last known location?"

Penelope fiddled with the controls. "Since I'm not sure when exactly our NAVCOM stopped working, I cannot say with certainty."

"Best guess?"

"Judging by my calculations we were flying just out of the edge of the neutral zone with Klingons." She must have caught his perplexed look as she continued with her explanation. "The autopilot has stopped working only recently though so fear not captain, we have not yet crossed the border... I hope." She added the last bit slightly more quietly, weary of the ears listening in on their conversation.

Will sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his brain worked in overdrive. "Is it possible that some sort of interference is messing with our sensors? How about we try rebooting them?"

"That's exactly what we are in the process of doing." He turned back towards his Number One that gazed at him with a smirk on her face and an eyebrow up in her hairline as if to say 'you think I'm stupid?'

"The controls should be back online in a few seconds."

The lights on the bridge flicked off only to turn back on few milliseconds later, the panels all across the bridge beeping. A celebratory 'YES!' Sounded from the Navigating console and Penelope swirled in her chair, facing both of them. "NAVCOM is back online."

"Excellent work everyone." He walked back to his chair and sat down. "Status report. I want to know where we are."

"It will take a few minutes for the charts to load but it looks like we are still in the safe zone Captain." Will let out a sigh of relief.

"That's good. Great work everyone. Number One." He nodded at Jen, noticing the way her pretty green eyes sparkled under cool light. "I uh... just, great job. You are the best N1 anyone could ask for."

Jennifer blushed, her eyes meeting his blue ones as the whole world stopped for Will. He watched as she tilted her head down to avoid his gaze and he found himself smiling at the rather insecure action of his otherwise very confident executive officer. He opened his mouth, sudden bouts of confidence swimmimg through his system, to ask her to join him for dinner at the starbase 3 tonight when Zoe, his communication officer, practically screamed from her station.

"Captain, proximity alert!"

Will jumped up, Jen right at his side. "Who is it?"

"I don't know sir, they aren't responding to hails." She had her finger pressed to her ear piece, panic visible in her eyes.

"Captain! Incoming!" Will only had time to grip Jennifer's arm as the first blast of phasers hit the ship and knocked them both off their feet, grunts escaping from both of them as they collapsed onto the floor. They scrambled up, Will gripping the arm of his chair and pulling Jen up by her elbow.

"Red alert!" The alarms ran all throughout the ship as phasers continued fiering at them, the construction shaking every time the beam made contact with them.

"Shields at 20% Captain!"

"Penelope, evasive maneuvers, get us out of here!" He gripped the arms of his chair as the ship rocked to the side once again.

"Six life forms just boarded the ship!"

"What the hell is going on?" Will muttered to himself, his mind racing, wondering exactly how they ended up here. His time for musings was cut short as the doors to the bridge were blasted open and a cloud of dust together with flashing balls rolled in. Will knew concussion grenade when he saw one and his instinct acted up when he saw one rolling straight towards Jennifer who was trying to shield her eyes from the smoke. He rushed out of his chair and threw himself at her, their bodies hitting the floor as the first flash went of.

He felt like he was underwater, his senses dulled to the point where everything seemed to move in slow motion. He watched, disoriented as six figures entered the bridge, their forms huge and even through the thick fog of smoke Will could see they were not human. He groaned as he tried to stand up, his body misbehaving and rebelling against his attempts as his arms failed him and he found himself at the ground again.

He watched helplessly as one of the figures picked up Jen's unresponsive form, tossing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing and walking out. He croaked out something that sounded like 'Wait!' but came out as a slurred mess of syllables, his pleas falling on deaf ears. Another figure approached him and this time Will was able to see a slightly clearer form of their captors, their skin green and rough with a set of wild red hair on their heads. A hand reached out towards his chest and picked his torso up from the floor by his gold command shirt.

The last thing Will heard was a rough chuckle and a taunting voice saying "Sweet dreams." before a giant fist flew into his face and everything went black.

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quanxui · 2 years

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too lazy to repost it lol, but this is a sneak peek of the blue period x burberry collaboration!! they look cool and classy! so happy for yamaguchi sensei!!!

#ako #it's like a gallery i wish i was there :<#im not sure but i think she created a new character named Lola for this???

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nly35 · 7 months

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Sneak Peak! แอลพาแอบส่องลุคชมโชว์ของหนุ่มไบร์ท วชิรวิชญ์ @bbrightvc

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นี้!#ELLEreports #BurberrySS24 #BrightxBurberry #bbrightvc

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huntersunsky · 2 years

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Paper towns covers

In the last year, she has frequently popped up on Rihanna’s Instagram feed and has been seen with Hollywood starlets Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez she also walked hand in hand with Lagerfeld on the runway during Paris Fashion Week this year. But even if the Paper Towns cover is a tad disappointing, there’s something that never disappoints and can cure any slight sadness right now: John Green’s book covers. The repetition of the overall theme of this book in line with his other titles are as follows: totally unattainable girl. Weber.ĭelevingne, who has walked in shows for Chanel, Oscar de la Renta and Burberry - and has also worked extensively with Chanel creative director Karl Lagerfeld, posing in many of his shoots - is known for both her bold, bushy eyebrows and her extensive network of celebrity friends. + The paper towns was a nice gimmick, but I think fed into the overall story a little weirdly Conclusion Perhaps Im just not someone who enjoys John Green books, which is a shame because I genuinely like him as a person.

Jake Schreier (“Robot & Frank”) is directing from a screenplay by “Fault” writers Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Set for release July 31, 2015, “Paper Towns” will tell the story of Quentin “Q” Jacobsen (Wolff), a high-school kid searching for his eccentric neighbor and crush, Margo Roth Spiegelman (Delevingne), after she vanishes. Finding Joyner’s body is a formative experience for Margo, and she continues to think about him as she grows up. Margo and Quentin discover Joyner’s body while playing in the park together. Determine how long your Paper Towns unit will be, then use one of the calendars provided to plan out your entire lesson. Calendars cover one, two, four, and eight week units. Measures approximately bath rugs : 75 cm (w) x 45 cm (h) ,80 cm (w) x 50 cm (h). Superior coral fleece offer excellent touch feel. Calendars cover one, two, four, and eight week units. Description: include 1pcs Bath rug, 1pcs Lid toilet cover, 1pcs pedestal rug. The 22-year-old Brit, who enjoys a strong measure of both runway and tabloid fame - is set to play the female lead in Fox’s upcoming young-adult romance. A middle-aged man who commits suicide in Jefferson Park when Margo and Quentin are nine years old. Use the entire Paper Towns calendar, or supplement it with your own curriculum ideas. Also, the very appealing main characters sneak out at night and conduct a series of pranks, involving vandalism and misdemeanors, for which there are no consequences other than a fond and amusing memory. High-fashion model Cara Delevingne is taking a bit of an unusual leap - she’s headed off the runway and into “Paper Towns,” the latest film adaptation of a novel by “The Fault in Our Stars” writer John Green. Two kids come across the dead body of a man who killed himself, and later Q.

#Paper towns covers

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theboldbri · 2 years

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A year in the Life of Fashion

Do you have what it takes to create your fashion line to make a difference in 1000s of lives? Join me on this journey from idea to launch to create your fashion business. A Year in the Life with me looks like a handful countries and a wild ride. To put it simply. Last year was an absolute blast. I went to so many different places. And I will list them out for you starting in India to see different factories behind the scenes. And it was an incredible experience. I have the funniest stories and the most interesting stories as learning about that culture. Seeing behind the scenes go into factories where I've never been before. Then I went on to China, which was again a wild ride, I absolutely adore them, the factory workers, I go there often to see them. And I have a team over there as well who can get work done while I'm not there. But I do love hopping over there every once in a while. Then on to Colombia, where it was more boutique and fashion. On the fashion side was more boutiques on the fashion side of seeing storefronts, talking to the boutiques and the buttock and talking to the boutiques and the buyers about what they like and what they need. Then on to New York City, which is a of course a staple in my calendar. So that was for Fashion Week. New York Fashion Week was incredible. It was really fun was to see some great friends again, to build those relationships, make them stronger, meet new people. We had a blast the nights out before, before and after fashion shows never ends. Then on to Italy. That was for Milan Fashion Week. That was incredible. The weather was wonderful. And we met a lot of people it was so much fun speaking Italian, and getting on in with the locals. Then I went to Arizona for Phoenix Fashion Week, and got to meet those startup designers and talk to them about launching their brand from concept through idea through pattern samples, production, branding and shipping. Then I went back to China again, for some more quality control. That was an incredible experience. We were finishing up some handbags we were working on and some clothing. Then I took a direct flight to Japan, where again, lots of fun more on the store front end, we went into some malls. And I have a great friend that works in the marketing department over there. And so we got a tour of the entire mall. And behind the scenes of how it works. It was so much fun. Just seeing the luxury brands and what their vision and what their focus is for the company and the incredible things they do for designers. From there, I headed back to Italy before coming back to America. And again with some more quality control. And it was just a wild ride. So much fun, exhausted every single day. We take it from exhausted. Okay, I'm glad you remember which word it was. So Italy was a wild ride. We were exhausted every single day. But it was worth it. 100% it was so much fun. So besides the quality control, I actually went to many factories in Milan and Florence in Venice. So a good range of Italy. A lot of different factories. You guys will see that in a long feature film that we are doing so stay tuned. But to give you a little bit of a sneak peek preview, I went to some factories that they are weaving Burberry fabric, they're weaving Chanel fabric, they're weaving Chanel fabric, right in front of me, they actually let me try it a little bit. It was so much fun. And I love talking to the factory workers because one of the questions that really struck me when they asked, we were sitting in the office with a really long table, and it was just three of us like the factory owner, and their right hand man and myself. And they looked at me they said, Who's gonna be the next Versace? Who's gonna be the next designer they want to know. So working with emerging designers, I have that direct connection say, Hey, this is it. This is the person you need. This is the factory that you need to get your production going and in the right direction. So that in a nutshell, was last year with me. All those countries. It's a wild ride from pattern sourcing samples, quality control, production, fashion shows shipping at all. It was a blast. So let's see what this next year holds.

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With Regard To Taehyung In General and Guys In Particular

Please take a moment and look at this beautiful man right here. He is gorgeous. He is stunning. He is fierce. He is silly and wickedly smart and much deeper than we often see, I think. He has immense musical knowledge and eclectic taste in rhythms and movement in the music he consumes and creates. He is sensitive, a loyal friend, a fierce protector, a very good dancer, a whole ass infant sometimes, and a complete goof. And.... I don't actually think he's gay.

I really don't. I could see bi, possibly, or pan. But I have a sneaking little suspicion that our Kim Taehyung is actually at least mostly, most of the time, straight. It's not because he's a baritone, either. I think he's not 100% gay... because I have a kid like Tae. A straight (probably, mostly, married to a girl so pretty sure he's not gay) son. I have lived with this personality type. I know it very, very well. And I get it, I'm a mom, I don't know shit right, except that I get the exact same vibe off Taehyung that I get off my own kid and let me explain. I came fully prepared for my child to come out. I waited for it. Started letting him know how in this house we support everyone from an early age. Let him know, made sure his father told him that we would love him and all his friends no matter who they wanted to kiss. Shit, his own dad is bi, his mom is bi, we were not expecting the Lord to put the straight on us as parents. BUT HE DID IT TWICE SO HELP ME I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW THAT WORKS BUT OKAY My son is straight. As a goddamn arrow. He is literally right now married to a girl and if he played in the gay room I think I would have heard about it because the entire time he was in high school we had five boys living in our upstairs. Two of those boys are gay af and they all slept in one bed plus the floor plus one kid made a home in the closet both literally and figuratively for a few years. All of these kids were heavily into theatre and music. They were into Bangtan too early on, we practically had our own white boy BTS going on. My son was the Taehyung. Probably still is. When I tell you I would not even walk upstairs without yelling first there were reasons why. Some things you do not need to see your child doing. Or his friends. Bad enough they eat your food and cry about their boyfriends and girlfriends, the trauma that would happen to all of us from an unexpected revelation... I wasn't here for that. And to be honest I did see some things not my kid adjacent but close enough to live in my house so. So I expected my son to find him a nice man after his college roommate was a flaming homosexual with OCD and commitment problems. He did not. He continued being his pretty, musically talented, clotheshorse roughhousing I Love You Man Dancing karaoke singing instrument playing jazz listening shoe hating Burberry wearing scarf-donning hair in his eyeballs self. (I told you they're almost the same guy). He slept on his friends like they were pillows regardless of orientation of said friends. He held hands with 'em sometimes ffs. We in the United States of Republicans had no fucking idea what to do with the child but we were not about to tell him to quit, we just assumed he was confused and the guys would knock him out if he felt them up without permission. Sometimes they did. Sometimes they didn't. He learned, eventually, that not everyone likes good night bro kisses on the forehead. Or to be straight up licked in the face. Didn't always stop his crackhead maknae-line ass but everyone got used to it until his atypical neurons caught up with social cues. AND THIS IS AN IMPORTANT POINT KIDS I AM NOT DIAGNOSING ANYONE BUT HELLO. The thing that did it for me, though, was when I found out he'd had a girlfriend for damn near a year that none of his friends had met more than twice and I hadn't met at all. He'd had girlfriends before, several of them (not usually all at once but, well. Boys.) And I knew of these girls, met them, but he never brought them around a lot. Spent his time with his bros doing bro things like staging Les Mis in my yard and breaking into the costume loft to steal fake swords and flags. That kind of thing. Taught himself to make sushi. Got fuvking wasted and had to be in church the next morning kind of boy shit that boys do. Until this girl. And that's when I realized that my kid had departed his group role and gone Private. All the surface stuff was fine until his heart got involved and it only got involved with three people, ever, up to the present moment. Two were his

best friends. Guys. He had a falling out with them over Bro 1's very (for my kid) problematic relationship with Bro 2. Bro 1 was my kid's self-proclaimed soulmate and he was "breaking up the band" because Bro 2 was never supposed to be gay (apparently, i was not there for that determination) and then he went and fell in love with Bro 1 and his one gay soulmate was fine BUT TWO gay soulmates was one too many gays and now neither of them were going to love him properly DOES ANY OF THIS SOUND AT ALL FAMILIAR TO THE FIVE OF YOU STILL READING THIS?? Yeah there was OMG DRAMA and it seemed to me to be very gay drama but both other Bros swore to me that hell no that was never a thing. And I raised those bitches I know when they lie. And interestingly enough once he fell in love with The Girl everything with his Best Gay Bros magically got better. Within months of meeting her. Suddenly all was right in the world. HUH AINT THAT A DAISY. Point I am ETA here is that my kid was so mad at his gay bro 2 for messing up his soulmate bond with Bro 1 that he did not speak to either of them for over a year. EITHER OF THEM. When he did he spoke to Bro 1. FOR ANOTHER FUCKING YEAR. ARE Y'ALL HEARING ME YET HE DIDN'T SPEAK TO JUNGKOOK BRO FOR TWO SOLID YEARS BECAUSE MY CHILD IS A JEALOUS HETEROSEXUAL BITCH SOMETIMES. Jimin Bro was only safe because my kid is also needy. PLUS: Then came along this girl. Who he kept under wraps for a solid year. I mean, I knew he was seeing her. But she was a mystery. No friends in common. No college classes in common, even. Met her at a random event, fell in love with her, hid her from the world. Spent hours thinking about her talking to her making plans to see her and seeing her. Privately. In private. Nobody was allowed to post their pics together unless he showed it to her and she was cool with it but mostly there were no pics of them at all AND NEITHER OF THEM IS FAMOUS IMAGINE IF HE WAS IN BANGTAN AND WENT TO AN ART MUSEUM OMG THE HELL. And when he moved in with her he mentioned it only because his lease was coming up and he wanted to let me know he was moving. Everything stopped for this girl. Who is now his wife, so she's not being kept on the DL any more, so that's good, but my point is (you've all been very patient, I apologize): Taehyung is THAT KIND OF DUDE. He has a gay soulmate and also a possibly atypical nervous system. Speaking of neurodivergence his other BFF was not really expected to be gay but WAS and IS and IS TO COME OMG YOU CANNOT IMAGINE THE LEVEL OF GAY OF THIS KID and I'm not just talking about Jungkook, I have my own Jungkook extra kid and we were all a little surprised at how much gay fits into one bodybuilder that also has Asperger. It's a lot. A LOT OF GAY. And it changed who he is exactly not at all and he still manhandles my son like it ain't a thing. The chemistry's all different, is all I can tell you. It's non-gay chemistry. So MY LIFE STORY AS A PARENT is all to tell you that I don't see it with Taehyung. I look at him and I go "hey pretty boy, I know you, I see you, you private little sneaky doing girls on the down low and hanging with your bros and wearing your clothes and living your best life and not caring what anyone thinks". My kid helped start up the LGBTQIA+ Safe Spaces program in his high school. He didn't get mad when people thought he was banging his bros. He'd correct them, if it was brought to his attention. Tell them to get out of their imaginations, so to speak. But he didn't get mad about that. Not unless they got too close and messed with his girl. And when that happened it looked an awful lot like this:

And that’s all I’m saying. I’ll be totally fine with being wrong, I just don’t think I am. Not today.

#Taehyung #save taehyung from all of us really #I love him #and yeah I’m weird but I know chemistry #I mean not entirely I’m probably wrong on occasion #but I have money on Tae hiding a whole apartment and a girlfriend somewhere #just saying

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