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zegalba · 8 months

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orion carloto for miu miu (2023)

#orion carloto #miu miu #fashionably late #blur #fashion #running #photography #2023

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hasello · 2 months

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Happy Late Valentine’s Day! ❤️ I can never be on time with these huh… It’s cause it was supposed to be a simple doodle, but I ended up getting REALLY into it lmao

#tmnt #digital #leosagi #rottmnt #leonardo hamato #usagi yuichi #valentines day #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #procreate #fashionably late #love y’all #🩷❤️#I had this fancy party at uni a few weeks ago and one of my friend’s photos inspired me #the pose was so cute!!!

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everchased · 3 months

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one day i'll make an actual dragonborn character but until then have some warm ups of my tav and durge as lizards instead

#bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 durge #there was a prompt going around twitter and as usual i am #fashionably late #oc: finch #oc: debt #my art

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madmewmewofficial · 11 months

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may 10th was maid day

Well. Well! WELL!!! How do you like my fashionably late outfit, mew~?

#maddy mews #mad mew mew #maddy answers #utdr rp #utdrp #mew~!#maid mew mew #maid outfit #mad mew mew cat maid #cat maid #maid day #fashionably late

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artwins · 1 year

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something for @tamvmat 💀

#fashionably late #illustration #art #didgital art #other people's oc #artists on tumblr #artwins

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zarithial · 7 months

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Day One: Sundown

#zarithial art #rw ostober #ostober #survivor #rw survivor #rain world #fashionably late #lol

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nocturnalazure · 4 months

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#ts3 #sims 3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 story #tteot story #omar ayad #romeo pastorini #clara randall #tristan de lalaing #laurie golzine #chikage umeda #fashionably late #laurie likes his dramatic entrance #(i have a feeling that they're late because of chikage xD)#laurie arc

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crosseyedcricketart · 6 days

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fashionably late review — merit beauty 🖋

signature lipstick — matte + satin

power (matte)[blue based red] - comfortable, powdery finish and feel, very slightly dry in the same way putting powder on your lips is dry, does not feel like a traditional crusty matte lipstick at all, flattering color mix, sheer application feels like nothing while the opaque application feels like powder. smells like nothing at all. packaging feels nice and unique but not hindering. packaging is a smokey black.

l’avenue (satin)[brown berry] + millennial (satin)[nude pink] - comfortable, balmy lipstick feel, smells like lipstick with no added scents, true to swatch color application, comfortable wear, even wear down, does not get everywhere during eating, the packaging is a bronzy brown.

cheek flush balm —

rouge (true neutral red) + stockholm (baby pink) - balmy but not waxy feeling, melts onto the cheeks and face and stays balmy on the lips, blends into bare skin naturally, lightweight, leaves a natural sheen when blended in but not true dewy, lightweight packaging, no breakouts or clogged pores with proper cleansing from this product, a little product goes a long way in terms of pigment. i am always afraid i’m going to crush the dome with the lid.

so far this line feels amazing. i like that the color shades with their respective formulas do not demand a full face of makeup; i can wear a lipstick on its own or blush on its own and i don’t look imbalanced on the face. i think my favorite product is definitely the cheek flush in rouge; red is my natural color of flush and this blends to naturally into my skintone. i have a neutral leaning olive undertone but i’m also quite pale so i flush a very true red when i do and this looks the most natural on me.

i think this line will be great for most people but especially people who just want a couple pieces of makeup to wear to work or to feel a little more pulled together and the formulas deliver on that. if my mother was still wearing makeup, she would have loved this for work. aside from that area, i am a makeup lover but i also don’t wear full glam, like, ever, so this works great for my more natural makeup to no makeup-makeup looks. and you know, when you are running to the store but want red lipstick on.

this line is meant to be very minimal and minimal products typically have to live up to being good quality, having longevity, and actually fitting into routines, and i think merit achieves that with this line.

i plan on doing more of these, so if you enjoyed, consider following me. or don’t. i’m not in charge of you.

#beauty #makeup #makeup review #makeup of tumblr #makeup blogger #makeup products #this is what makes us girls #just girly things #it girl #girl blogging #girlblogging #girlblog #girl blogger #🤍 lifestyle tag #fashionably late

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greyciees · 1 year

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Happy Pokemon Day!!! This was totally not supposed to be for Valentine’s Day

#they took to long but the sisters are here #they’re about to give gifts to their sweethearts (that don’t exist)#fashionably late #Pokemon day #Pokemon ocs #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlett #trainer oc #pokemon trainer oc #alcremie #fromantis #pokemon #dulcie #madeline

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johto-succession · 19 days

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“MADE IT!” with a skidding stop, it seems Rayden has joined the slumber party!

Rayden is open for asks

#bluedoodles #LoUsleepover #event #Rayden #raikou #joltik #fashionably late #because he had to get snacks #and games #heads up #I am going to be extremely lazy with art #just sketches and probably more writing #but we’ll see

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emotionalcadaver · 8 months

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Part 12: Fashionably Late

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: They need to get ready soon, unless they want to be late.

Word Count: 1,474

Notes: Warnings for depictions of sexual content.

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“Which one for tonight?” Robert emerged from the door of the walk in closet, a hanger dangling from each hand. He was quite a sight, standing there in just his boxers, hair all ruffled with two extremely expensive suits in each hand. Alice sat up from where she had been lounging in the bed, propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. The collar of Robert’s t-shirt, an old, incredibly worn one that she was pretty sure was from back when he was in college, slipped precariously off one of her shoulders at her movement. She eyed the suits and oh, it was incredibly unfair of him to make her choose between those two in particular.

The first was a lovely dark pinstripe. It made him look sleek and powerful. And the warm hued maroon or purple ties he often paired with it brought out the warm tones of his hair. She narrowed her eyes, head tilted to the side as she tried to remember the last time she had seen him wear it. Was it that trip they had taken to Japan a few months ago? Yes, that seemed right. He had worn it on the plane only to strip the jacket off halfway through the flight, smirking at her when he caught her practically drooling over the white button down, tie, and suspenders he had been sporting underneath.

The second suit was charcoal gray, double breasted, and did a lovely job of hugging the trim, lean lines of his body. Robert often wore it paired with the light blue tie that brought out the piercing color of his eyes. Alice had a pretty, lacy blue dress she could wear that would match it nicely.

The last time she had seen that suit, it had been crumpled up in a heap on the floor of their hotel room in France, her head thrown back in pleasure while Robert thrusted frantically into her on the massive king sized bed.

Whatever suit she picked, she was thoroughly doomed to spend the better part of the evening wanting to climb him like a tree.

“The charcoal one,” she said finally. Robert smirked, turning to hang the pinstripe suit back in the closet, setting the double breasted charcoal one down on the chair. “And wear the light blue tie with it?” she leaned back and stretched, not missing the way his eyes raked over the strip of bare abdomen that was revealed when his shirt rode up at her movements.

“Of course.”

She kicked the blankets away, moving to get out of bed, but he had already moved to stand in front of her, hands sliding through her hair before he caressed her jaw and tilted her head up to kiss her. Alice sighed happily against his lips, allowing her hands to frame his hips and draw him in closer to her. His chest was warm when it pressed against her, the scent of his cologne all around her. Lips parted from each other only for him to earnestly pepper kisses over her jaw and neck before he stopped, allowing his head to rest with his face buried in her neck for a moment before he sighed.

“If we don’t get dressed now, we’ll be late,” it was already late afternoon, and they had to get ready and then drive all the way across town to where the gala venue was.

“Mmhm,” but she made no move to get up or push him away, only stroking her fingers through his soft hair, leaning closer when his thumb began to rub circles into the bare skin of her hip. Robert’s breath was warm against her shoulder. Alice pecked a kiss to the side of his head and he whined, borrowing closer against her.

“I don’t want to go,” he leaned back and pouted at her. She laughed, tracing her thumb over his bottom lip.

“I’ll fake a headache or something a few hours in, insist that you take me home,” it wouldn’t be the first time one of them had faked an illness to get out of a boring business gala. He nuzzled closer to her, those beautiful piercing eyes so soft and adoring that it made her heart ache.

“You’re my favorite,” he insisted, kissing her shoulder and peering up at her sweetly. “What?”

Alice shook her head and smiled. “Nothing. You’re pretty,” she leaned in to press a kiss to his nose. “And you’re my favorite too.”

The little blush that spread over his cheeks was incredibly cute. Warm fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt. “I like you in my clothes.”

She didn’t have time to really process the slight growl in his voice before he was kissing her again, and then his mouth was pressed back to her neck, kissing there softly, and then more roughly, hands beginning to push up the t-shirt covering her body.

“Robbie,” she breathed out warningly, pleadingly, even as she arched her back and let him crawl over her, pressing her firmly into the mattress. “Sweetheart, we’re going to be late,” she giggled as his lips ticked the sensitive skin of her shoulder, his palms warm as they smoothed against her sides.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled back. Snorting, she wound her arms around him, his body slotting perfectly between her legs, warm. His mouth found hers again hungrily, shirt half pushed up her body, hands rubbing up and down before squeezing at her waist.

“Honey, we really should get ready…” she mumbled, even as her legs lifted to wrap around his hips and pull him closer, moaning as she felt the beginnings of an erection already growing in his boxers. “Okay. Okay, seriously,” she laughed as she pulled back. “Stop. We’ve got to get ready.”

He pulled back from her immediately, rolling off to lay on his side next to her on the bed, head half propped up with one hand.

“You’re right,” he said, fingertips reaching out to stroke her cheek.

“What?” she asked, head cocking. It wasn’t like he was normally excited to go to galas, but he didn’t usually drag his feet or pout as intently as he was this time.

“Nothing. I just…” he sighed, rolling over to lay on his back and stare at the ceiling. “Sometimes I wish that we didn’t have to worry about any of this.”

“What? The company?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, forearm resting upon his head. “There are times where I wonder what it would be like if we just, I don’t know…” he trailed off, biting his lip. Alice rested her palm on the center of his chest.

“Ran away together?”

He laughed, softly. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“I don’t think that there’s anywhere we could go where Maurice wouldn’t be able to find us.”

“Yeah, probably not.”

“But…if you ever wanted to give running away a shot…” she smiled gently, “I’d go with you.”

The back of his hand stroked her cheek. “I love you.”

She kissed the center of his palm. “I love you too.”

His thumb petted her bottom lip, before he huffed and pulled away, standing and going over to the suit he’d had her pick out, resigning himself to preparing for the dreaded event. Alice stared at his pale back; the light freckles dusting across his skin, lean muscles moving in his shoulders as he started to fumble with the suit. Swinging her legs off the bed, she rose quietly and padded over to him, arms wrapping around his waist while she kissed one of his shoulder blades.

“Look at me,” she said, quietly, turning him around to face her. Robert’s baby blue eyes blinked at her owlishly as she stretched up on her toes and kissed him. “I know work’s been hard, lately,” she told him, feeling the knots in his shoulders as her fingers ran along his back. “It’ll be okay.”

“Mm,” he swallowed hard, nodding as his head dropped to nuzzle at her. “Thanks, Al.”

“Mhm,” she stroked his hair, pressing her lips to his cheek, then his jaw, down his neck.

“What’re you doing?” he asked with a small laugh as her hands ran over his naked chest. Alice just hummed against his pale throat.

“Nothing,” she purred innocently.

“Uh huh,” he chuckled, hands landing on her hips while she began to suck his neck. Using the tip of a finger, he tilted her chin up, kissing her deeply once her head was angled upwards. He moaned softly against her lips as she pressed closer, palms spread out over his chest. And then his hands were on her ass, gripping her tight and hoisting her up onto his hips, carrying her back towards the bed without even breaking the kiss.

In the end, they were very, very late getting to the gala.

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#robert fischer #robert fischer x oc #inception #fashionably late #my ocs #my fanfiction #alice emerson #alice emerson x robert fischer

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antvnger · 1 month

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((Disclaimer: I really don't know how prisons function in terms of medication and accommodations, but I don't really hear good things so that's where part of this is coming from.

Also, as per usual, I went overboard LOOOOL. Enjoy!

This is a very good question, and I think the answer to the first and second questions comes down to the recognition of such an integral person in the Stark household: Jarvis.

Oh yes, Jarvis is 100% still around in this AU, and why not? For the Stark home would run more amuck without him than it already was. While Charlie was away for work purposes, and Maria had all of her engagements and responsibilities as a Stark woman, the boys were in the care of Jarvis (and a nanny here and there but mainly Jarvis). And Jarvis learned very quickly that these two boys would not be ready on time for anything without a guiding hand to help them.

While Tony is more like his mother, he did inherit quite a few things from his father besides the last name, and one of those things was the enjoyment of little rebellions against Grandpa Howard Stark. The other was being naturally fashionably late. Which also became a little rebellion of sorts. Howard Stark was a stickler for being on time. Charlie was not. Howard was the “five minutes early is still late” kind of guy, and Charlie was the “five minutes late is still on time” kind of guy. Now if it was something pertaining to his wife, his kids, or something he enjoyed - things he deemed important - Charlie would move heaven and earth to be on time. Otherwise, Charlie was fashionably late by nature. Tony is also fashionably late by nature, unless he deems it of the utmost importance to be there on time.

Scott is not a fashionably late by nature kind of guy. He prefers to be on time when he can be, but he’s more of the “stumbling in or rushing in late while somehow managing to hold it all together” type. That’s mainly due to his ADHD. He’ll think of at least ten different things he needs to do before he leaves to go somewhere which will only take a second to do but in reality take ten minutes per thing. And each thing could potentially lead to at least two more things that he’s reminded of. This is also assuming he’s having a good day with his ADHD, and he didn’t forget he needed to leave in the first place. If he has to go somewhere he doesn’t care to go at all, well, it’s extra easy to give into those ADHD tendencies, if you know what I mean.

That’s where Jarvis comes in. Jarvis keeps the boys in line and on time. He is British, of course, so you can imagine how he prefers things in tip top shape. On an average day, Scott is easier to get out the door first because he prefers to be on time to things. Jarvis sometimes has to put more effort into getting Tony out the door unless Scott’s having a bad ADHD day. But since Jarvis was in charge of making sure Scott took his meds for a long time, that wasn’t a big issue.

As they got older though, these behaviors didn’t change; they just became more cemented.

For Tony, inheriting the Stark empire at such a young age and falling into Stane’s wicked grasp in the process further cemented Tony’s choice in what he deemed important. Fashionably late by nature also became fashionably late by choice. A statement. Anyone who understood him only had to pay attention to when he arrived at an event to see what he valued most. And as time carried on, how much he drank at said event to numb himself to the negative feelings pooling in his belly but that’s neither here nor there.

Then Afghanistan happened, and a lot of Tony’s choices were taken away from him, including when he showed up to the beck and call of his captors. If they summoned him, and he didn’t answer in a timely manner, they’d drag him out and teach him better time management. He quickly learned that to stay ahead of this game, fashionably late was not an option. It took him a long time after the fact to not let himself give into the panic that would swell in his chest when he had somewhere to be he didn’t want to be. Fear was a teaching tool too many people in his life liked to use, and he refused to bow to it in this part of his life too.

After he was rescued, fashionably late became a reminder that he is still human, still him, and he has the gift of choice.

For Scott, the struggle to be on time despite his ADHD tendencies became more apparent after losing his parents, losing Jarvis, and losing Tony to Stane and Stark Industries. Basically his whole support system. College was tough, not because of the classes but being on time. Once Maggie came into the picture, she helped him stay ahead of the game because was a woman of precision, and she helped him remember to take his meds. She was patient and understanding about all of that.

Prison was exceptionally challenging to him and his ADHD. The prison didn’t really care if he ran out of meds or not. The meds didn’t keep him alive, so they weren't a medical priority, even for a Stark. There were a few medical staff who liked him well enough to remember his meds for him when he ran out, so at least there was that. But he couldn’t keep them on his person or in his cell because others would steal them, and that fact caused its own problems. The prison didn’t really care if he was late to meals or curfew or fill in the blank either. You’re late? Tough luck, there’s consequences. He was on his own. Until Luis came into the picture as his celly and saw how Scotty without his meds really was. Luis helped keep him in line to go eat or to be back in the cell for lights out and things of that nature.

Once he was out of prison, it took a long time for Scott to break out of the mindset that if he wasn’t on time something bad would happen to him. Panic kept him on time but exhausted, and he hated feeling afraid of consequences that his anxious mind would fabricate. He never wanted to feel like that again.

After prison, rushing in and holding it all together somehow became a reminder that he was trying, he was doing better, and he was improving all the time. And if he didn’t get it right, that’s okay because he’s still human, and grace is a gift he would give when it was needed, including to himself.)) @loki-notazombie