#handbag mending

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Ooooo how are wife readers parents gonna react to their daughter almost dying? That’s the real question

"Disgusting," Alfred sniffed.

"But it's not like no one saw it coming," you sigh, clicking off the television and rubbing your forehead. The splitting headache still hadn't gone away- but. Despite the City's dramatics, and your husband's; you were on the mend. And presently working from home.

Because the manor was an almost literal fortress. It would take balls, real balls for someone to try to get to you here. Snatching you out of a parking garage was one thing. Getting to you At Wayne Manor was another.

No one would dare.

"No, unfortunately not," Alfred said frowning. The opportunism was appalingly admirable. It seemed like they'd gone to every news outlet in the city. Painting you as a tragic little waif who just wanted to make her mummy and daddy proud. They evidently had tried to start fundraisers... Things Bruce had put a stop to only by handing them a check for just ver a million dollars. But now? It seemed like they'd decided to go for their 15 minutes of fame.

Only further muddying the waters.

"I'm going to have to issue a statement, aren't I?"

"Or have one issued for you," he agreed.

"Damn it."

Alfred quirked an eyebrow and you sighed, "There's change in my bag somewhere."

"I think we can let this one go... Given that Richard wasn't around to hear you."

"You're just afraid to look in my bag," you tease, accepting a cup of tea.

"A lady's handbag is sacrosanct. One doesn't just poke around in it," he sniffed.

#Bruce Wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne #doting husband!bruce #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

[doorstoplord]

I was watching a vid from an account about overspending and how you have to make sacrifices short term to have stability long term and like yeah yeah all makes sense

Then she started describing the sacrifices like you can’t go to five star resorts or restaurants, can’t get cosmetic surgery, can’t have an in home gym, can’t buy designer clothes or handbags

Like ??????????? How can I take financial advice from someone who has no idea what actual sacrifice is. I sacrifice my health buying affordable highly processed food. I have to hand mend my own clothes to keep wearing them because I can’t afford Any new ones. I have to choose between a keyboard that works or a lamp that works. How in the world does the financial advice of “don’t buy designer” work with someone who can’t even afford the cheapest there is????

#augdhdhdhdh #frustrating

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

There were times when the Queen had to rest her crown, the weight of it too heavy to bear, and your artist knew just how to mend and heal the fibres and sinew of your soul, refreshing your canvas to better tackle another day.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ֎ 1.7k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ֎ Fluff, use of Russian and Romanian

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ֎ I missed Pup, so here's the sweetheart being, y'know, adorable.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ֎ Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ֎ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 10 — Bath — Masterlist

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

There were not enough bullets in your abundant armoury to take down every single damn idiot that got on your last nerve throughout that day. 

Your Mercedes purred as it turned onto the street of your home, the sight of your towering house and garage a welcome vision – if only the bucket of bolts parked by your home’s curb didn’t look so out of place. 

Though, you couldn’t deny. It had charm. “Oh, Pup.”

An insistent string of beeps sounded from the dash screen and the garage door raised slowly to reveal your sprawling car garage where your Porsche, Bentley, and Lamborghini’s were parked along the wall in increments – bright downlights sparkling over the accumulated worth. 

You yawned as you pulled into the last free space, and you killed the engine. The day had been beyond tiring, and if you were entirely honest with yourself, seeing Bucky would brighten it immensely. 

The driver's door swung open silently and you got out, stretching to the ceiling with a loud groan, when a loud, raspy voice called out, "Finally away from all the idiots, then?" 

Grinning, you turned to face the voice and found Ari – still clad in his usual dark button down and dark jeans, leaned up against the wall by the elevator. “Fucking finally,” you replied, grabbing your handbag. “I swear the shit never ends. Where’s James?”

Ari shook his head, an amused glint in his watchful eyes as you approached. “He’s upstairs intimidating your new toy.”

“Fuck,” you sighed, and you stalked past the giant of a guard and into the elevator. “How bad?”

“Eh,” Ari grunted, “he’s a quiet but surprisingly interesting one–you picked a good toy.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Darling, is this you giving me your permission?”

Ari barked a laugh, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Love, if you ever listened to whether I gave you permission or not, hell would freeze over.”

“Damn right,” you mumbled, hitting the button to take you to your parlour. 

The ride up was silent. Ari leaned against the opposite wall to you and scrolled through an app on his phone while you prepared to face an overwhelmingly shy Pup – that’s if James left anything of the poor boy. 

“They’re in the sitting room,” Ari said quietly, and you nodded just as the doors opened. “Good luck.”

Ignoring the wish of fortune, you strode through the entryway of your home, through the parlour, and into the sitting room – the walls white and gold, luxurious and artistic. You saw Bucky seated opposite James, the obvious tell of his jaw-length hair loose. The open line of James’ shoulders and slight tilt of his head, as though he was considering the artist before him, was a relief, too.

“James,” you said simply, and he turned to look at you, his gaze calculating. “Stop intimidating him.” 

He snorted and stood from his seat. Slowly, you watched his head tilt side to side, a continued, harsh appraisal if you’d ever seen one. “Do not toe the line.”

“Okay,” Bucky said quietly, and James nodded. 

You watched James keenly as he turned back towards you and walked over, moving into your space so his shoulder brushed yours, his mouth close to your ear. “Bud' s nim nezhen. On myagkiy, no dobryy. On proshel.”

“Spasibo, Yakob,” you replied, looking at Bucky. A rush of air brushed against you as James stalked off, Ari after him. “So,” you began, smiling softly at the brunette. “How are you doing, Bucky? I must admit, after today, it’s good to see you.”

Bucky too rose from his seat and produced a bouquet of flowers with a shy smile. “Hey,” he said, voice soft. You gasped quietly and gently took the flowers from his hands, and he leant forward to place a kiss on your cheek. “I’m good–doing good. The gallery is picking up. But you look exhausted.”

You chuckled. “I am, Pup. Why don’t we just relax tonight, darling?”

“I, um-” He faltered, mouth twitching with the beginnings of a nervous smile. “Would you let me help you relax?”

The request astonished you, and you froze. The ensuing silence echoed off the walls as you stared at him and he opened his mouth to speak again, eyes wide, but you held a hand up. “What did you have in mind?”

“A bath,” he said quietly. “They help me, not that I can fit in my damn bathtub, but-”

“That sounds lovely, Pup,” you interrupted, and you grabbed his hand. “C’mon.”

You took the stairs two at a time, and Bucky was hot on your heels, his head swivelling to take in the extravagance of your home. It wasn’t the first time he’d been in your space, far from it. But it was the first time such an intimate act would be attempted between the two of you, and you couldn’t help but feel the sliver of nerves in your gut. 

Confidence wasn’t in short supply – you had to be comfortable and assertive to be in a position of such influence. At such a height in the food chain of CEOs and criminal gangs, you had dealt with endless cutthroats and double dealers; it was their haven. Confidence was survival. 

In the intimacy of your own home – it was different somehow, and you couldn’t help but feel that steely disposition slip into place as easily as reloading the magazine of your Glock. 

You took a deep breath as you reached the second floor landing, and opened the door of your bedroom – the expansive space lined with lavish and plush furniture, the softest cottons and wools, and the floor under your toes lined with luxurious, fluffy carpet. 

“Whoa,” Bucky breathed, taking it all in. You smiled at him over your shoulder, and pulled him onwards to a closed door. “This is beautiful. The composition–the artistry, just- Sorry, I’m getting a little carried away here.”

"Absolutely not," you admonished, coming to a stop. You turned around to cup Bucky's cheeks in your hands, and he stiffened under your touch, his eyes widening with apprehension. "Don't apologise for experiencing my world, darling. Your excitement and awe are beautiful to me." His eyes shone with a sudden fondness, and you considered your words carefully before continuing. "Not to mention, I would do anything to see your beautiful smile and the gleam in those stunning eyes.” 

You concluded your words with a kiss on his nose, and you giggled at the stunned look of disbelief on his blushing face. “Now, come–you promised me a bath.”

Steam filled the bathroom as the giant bathtub filled with hot water, and you sighed heavily. Bucky’s hands suddenly appeared on your sides, and you leaned into his touch, so much so your back was flush with his chest. His arms moved to rest around your middle while his chin fell to your shoulder. “Are you okay, zeitate?”

“Mm, yeah, Pup. I’ll be okay.” Bucky kissed your neck, then gently pulled at your shirt. You gave silent permission by unbuttoning your blouse. “Would you get in with me, darling?”

“If you want,” Bucky replied, brows raised. “I don’t mind. I can step out–?”

“No, I want you to stay,” you interrupted. He took in your words and smiled, then started stripping his own clothes. For an artist, he was unusually well built – planes of muscle rippled over his shoulders, chest, and stomach, and you admired the sight with reverence. There was no ink on his skin, but it didn’t affect his beauty, not in the slightest. 

It was a different story for his hands and arms – lithe and nimble, you could watch them work over a pottery wheel, with a pencil, or over your body day in and day out, but the simplistic beauty of the calluses and surety of his movements warmed more than your heart. But tonight was not the night. 

“See something you like?” Bucky joked as he met your gaze.

“Yeah,” you replied coyly. “I like it a lot.”

Bucky laughed and shook his head, then checked the temperature of the water. “It’s good, babe,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans. “Can I-” He swallowed. “Can I give you a massage–? I know that’s one of the best ways to relax.”

“Look at you,” you cooed, “pulling out all the stops for lil’ ol’ me, huh?”

“‘Course,” Bucky replied, shrugging. “I want my girl to feel better.”

You watched Bucky slip into the water first, his lower half shrouded by bubbles, and he reached out a hand to guide you in. “Easy, don’t want you slipping.”

“Definitely not the way I want to end the night,” you chuckled, and Bucky guided you to sit between his thighs. “Fuck. I needed this.”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked softly, pulling you to his chest and resting his cheek on top of your head. “Did you wanna talk about it, baby?”

“Just shit with ‘work’, darling. Nothing I can’t handle–though sometimes I wish people would fuck off.”

Bucky sighed. “Me too.”

The two of you sat in silence, Bucky occasionally humming a song or cooing in Romanian as you sighed contentedly, letting the warmth of the water and Bucky’s body seep into your bones, and deep into your soul. Tranquillity and peace were things you sorely sought – living the life of a mafia boss wasn’t all as luxurious as it was hyped up to be, and you missed and lost moments like this on the daily. 

But, with Bucky now in your life, you had found those moments coming along a fair amount, and like hell would you waste a single one. 

“I’m lucky you found me, Pup,” you said quietly, hand resting over his heart that was beating rhythmically, never faltering in its pattern. “I really am.”

A heavy sigh left Bucky’s lips, and he hugged you tighter to his chest. “I’m the lucky one, baby,” he said lowly. “I’ve found my person, and it just so happened to be the goddess in my lap–the woman that could command an army to kneel at her feet. You’re my queen, and I am yours, for as long as you want me.”

“Always–always gonna want you, Buck,” you mumbled, blinking slowly. 

Bucky hummed happily, and kissed your forehead. “As will I.”

bud' s nim nezhen. On myagkiy, no dobryy. On proshel. = be gentle with him. He is soft but kind. He passed. zeitate = goddess

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #hotbuckysummer2023 #rookthorne's works

[kai-anderson-whore]

Second best part 2 (Colin zable x fem reader)

Part 1

Warnings: small argument kinda, smoking, alcohol, mentions of breakups and cheating

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After that night you didn't know what to do, you tried to play it off cool in work just be civil with Colin so you could get on with your job, but you never spoke about the kiss or anything since then you felt colins eyes on you again.

You needed a breather so you went outside for a cigarette, something you rarely did only when you were stressed a cigarette would calm you down, placing the stick to your lips lighting the end taking a long drag letting the nicotine fill your lungs before exhaling it with a sigh.

You stared at the parking lot ahead of you blankly a thousand thoughts ran through your head, "y/n" a voice startling you giving them your undivided attention seeing Colin standing behind you a weird look on his face.

"What Colin" you sighed taking another drag of your cigarette, your arms folded trying to keep warm as the cold weather kicked in, "can we talk about you know what happened" he said just above whisper, you let out a small chuckle shaking your head "Colin it was something that happened in the heat of the moment it meant nothing" you said trying to shrug it off.

"But it didn't feel like nothing y/n I know your still mad and you have every single right to be but you can't deny that kiss meant something" Colin pleaded, he couldn't stop thinking about your lips on his, the way it felt like two puzzle pieces mending together he couldn't deny it if he tried.

You did feel what he felt but you were too stubborn to admit it to him and to yourself, "Colin don't not here were at work for christ sake" you sighed taking another puff of your cigarette as it started to burn down, "just admit you felt the same" Colin said you couldn't deny the look of desperation in his eyes, "I don't know Colin okay" you said raising your voice you didn't mean to but it wasn't the right time or place for you both to have this conversation.

Before you could even say another word Colin's lips were on yours for a second time, his hands on your cheeks holding you close, your eyes fluttering shut savouring the feeling of colin's lips, you did feel what he felt but you couldn't admit it.

Pulling away both of your breaths laboured, eyes locked like nothing else was around you both, "you can't deny that y/n" Colin stated you knew that it couldn't be if you tried, Colin turned around walking back into the station till you halted him dead in his tracks.

"Wait Colin okay I did feel the way you felt but I don't just want to be someone you use to get over mare" you sighed Colin turned around to face you again, "the way I see it y/n maybe getting rejected by mare was a blessing in disguise because it made me realise my feelings for you" maybe Colin is right him getting rejected by mare was meant to be.

"Maybe your right now we need to get back to work" you smiled following him into the station, you couldn't help but blush at colin's words that played in your head over and over again like hearing your favourite song.

As more time went on and the weeks progressed, you learned to completely forgive Colin and now you were getting ready for your second date only this time without any conflict, you both decided to go to a bar and have some drinks.

You wore black jeans with a black bodysuit along with your leather jacket and some light makeup, Colin was on his way in a cab to pick you up, waiting outside hugging your jacket closer to you, handbag in hand with your essentials you saw the cab near your apartment a smile invading your face.

Making your way into the cab seeing Colin in the back with a bright smile that could light up a thousand rooms it made your smile shine just as bright, "hey" you said closing the door as the driver took off to your location, "Hi ready to get a bit tipsy" Colin chuckled.

"Oh yeah" you laughed in response, soon enough you finally made it to the bar Colin paid the driver as your exited the vehicle not before thanking the driver, "I'll get this round since you got the taxi" you offered wanting to pay your way but Colin is protesting, "no I invited you out so I'll pay like a true gentleman" Colin stated making you roll your eyes at him, "no Colin its only fair I buy the drinks or at least the first round" you said.

"Fine I'll have a beer" Colin said knowing you were too stubborn to give in to him, you nodded both making your way to the bar ordering your drinks, the bartender handed Colin his beer and your wine taking it to a free table near by.

"Thanks for taking me out colin" you said sipping your wine as Colin took some of his beer, "no problem and thank you for getting the first round but the rest is on me" he joked making you giggle, it was nice to get out with Colin he was fun to be around.

"So have you lived here your whole life or?" Colin asked wanting to get to know you better, "Yeah easttown my whole life" you answered you knee where Colin had originally came from due to the chief telling all of you before hand, "so have you always lived with your mom?" You asked curiously, Colin shook his head at your answer.

"I was engaged before but two weeks before our wedding she broke up with me it was a bummer but I'm over it" you felt bad for Colin and shocked that whoever his ex was she broke up with him, didn't want to marry him it confused you Colin was like a dream the perfect man to be with in your eyes.

"Oh Colin I'm sorry, any person would be lucky to have you" you stated truthfully a hand on his arm, "Yeah but it was a while ago anyway what about you how come your still single?" He asked changing the role of who was getting asked the questions, "well I was in a relationship for five years but in the end we just kept fighting what made me leave was the fact I caught them sleeping with my best friend" you sighed even though it was over a year ago it still hurt not about your ex, that your so called best friend did that to you.

"Wow that is really shitty of them both" Colin said shocked he couldn't believe someone could do that to you at all, "Oh well it's in the past I'm focusing of the future now" you chuckled realising how cheesy you sounded, "I'll drink to that" Colin joked along clicking his beer bottle with your wine glass.

You got to know Colin more after a few more beers and glasses of wine you found yourself a tipsy deciding to call it a night, Colin called a cab waiting outside, you pulled out a cigarette lightning the end of the stick letting the nicotine fill your lungs, Colin couldn't deny that seeing you with a cigarette hanging from your plump lips drove him crazy but he had to contain himself not wanting to step out of line.

"What" you chuckled catching Colin staring at you in awe, Colin shook his head snapping out of his daze like state "nothing just you look really beautiful tonight" his voice was soft causing your cheeks to flush red, "Thank you Colin you look very handsome tonight too" you replied taking another drag of your cigarette, your eyes still on each other not even daring to look away.

You didn't realise how close you both were your noses almost touching, Colin gave in his hand on the nape of your neck pulling you to him lips moving in sync you throw your cigarette on the ground giving Colin your full attention, your hand on his arm holding him close to you.

The kiss didn't last long as it was interrupted by the taxi beeping its horn, "Let's go" you smiled taking colins hand into the cab giving the driver your address, the driver drove you both back to your place.

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[the-royal-teacup]

I’ve calmed down, a bit, slightly… okay maybe not at all, the anger is bubbling under the surface!

So, Ms Markle, once again is a hypocrite, what’s new? Remember how she complained about the stiff upper lip, the keep calm and carry on with your duties, even when she was having ‘a mental breakdown and needed help, but they wouldn’t help her’? It was one of the things she detested so much, complained about to Noprah and made sure to tell us how she was so grateful they no longer had to go through that anymore. So, how did you feel today Meghan, greeting the public keeping calm and carrying on and pretending you didn’t trash the institution and how it handled things? I’m sure you felt nothing, because you’re a narcissistic psychopath fame whore, who just wanted her moment in the limelight, again.

Once again they had to be all over one another, not even on a day like today could they just tone it down because it has to be all about them. Look at us, we’re so in love, we’re so supportive of one another, absolute crock of shit. As she looks around trying to find the camera and get the best shot of herself. Messing with her wig, reaching for his hand, look at us, touching his back, all the same bullshit as usual. 🙄

Where as William and Catherine do not need that, they know how one another is feeling with a look and give one another a slight touch to give reassurance.

The Prince and Princess of Wales having to share that moment with them is maddening, their first time in public after the passing of our Queen and since they were made the Prince and Princess of Wales and they had to share that moment with the fame whore and her handbag. That will be the moment put out in the public, how they’re ‘mending the rift’ and ‘moving forward’, it had already started on the news earlier.

I can’t imagine how Princess Catherine (yes, I will call her this, because she is now a Princess) must have felt, having to stand with that heinous woman. Catherine had a lovely relationship with the Queen, one that was built over 20 years and was built on mutual love and respect. Meghan on the other hand, marched in and tried to take over, butting in where she wasn’t wanted, ignoring protocol, and then when she didn’t get what she wanted, she left and trashed the monarchy and the family at any chance she could get. She didn’t deserve to be there in that space, in Catherine’s space especially.

Some may say why be so mad? Ignore it. No, I won’t and I can’t. For me there is no moving forward with these two, there is no forgiveness. You trashed our Queen, the institution upon which she built her life and the people in her country. Yet, you stand there, shake hands with those people and accept their condolences? I understand this was for Her Majesty, but after everything they have done and said they should not have been there and that’s just my opinion as a loyal British subject.

She is going to be insufferable at the funeral and the only focus of that day should be our Queen, and her immediate family, as we say goodbye and give Her Majesty the send off she so rightly deserves.

I’m just drained and absolutely sick of these two.

[wonderinc-sonic]

You made a post talking about Sonic characters having backpacks and bumbag a while ago. What kinda bags do you think the characters carry? I'll give some I think as well.

Sonic has both a bumbag and a duffle bag that match, thr bumbag is for things like a handful of rings and a single chaos emerald while his duffle is for larger items, he wears his duffle like a backpack.

Tails has 2 backpacks, 1 that matches his shoes and has a ton of pins, badges and patches on it and 1 that matches the tornado 2 and is a technobag with an antenna and powers his portable PC, it might even have a screen on the front (definitely a portable PC and not a Laptop).

Oh my god the bags the bags the bags I think they'd be so cute.

Sonic: a bumbag for rings. An upgrade on just holding them in his hand, and carrying one Bag For Life over his shoulder through fire, water and space. Tails got it for him, it is raggedy already and he needs a new one. For longer trips, he does have a dufflebag that is less worn, and is reinforced for carrying Chaos Emeralds. They do have a habit of teleporting out, though. Slippery bitches.

I accept Tails 2 bags the Fox, I think he overpacks. We might need a Dark Matter Collider! How could I go out without 4 extra batteries for the tornado! Knuckles ends up carrying it.

Knuckles made his own satchel from scratch, and it mostly is empty at the start of a journey, save for some snacks. He fills it up with cool rocks as he goes, and it gets fuller and fuller.

Amy has a sparkly rucksack, that matches her smaller shoulder bag, and her suitcase. Suitcase goes in the tornado trunk. She replaces them/ mends them meticulously if any of the sequins fall off.

Cream has one covered in girlscout/ Brownie badges! She shows it off to her friends every time, cause its always got new ones!

Big has a tackle bag, ofc.

I believe Omega carries the bags for Team Dark. I believe Shadow has never once considered packing anything for a trip, as he doesn't need Things. Rouge packs a handbag for herself with all the essentials (Makeup, spare toothbrush, clean pants, rifle, grenades, tear gas), and started packing another one for Shadow when he kept saying annoying shit like 'it'd be great if we had a knife' 'i wonder what we could do right now if we had some rope' 'i'm bleeding out but that's probably fine', but refused to pack his own bag.

The chaotix all have backpacks, and they all have reigns on. This is because Charmy needs reigns, and he refused to get them if Espio didn't, and he refused to get them if Vector wouldn't. It's occasionally helpful, as Charmy can lift them up by their bag reigns, but far more often they get teased and trip over them.

#sonic cast #sonic headcanons #bags are cute accessories I want them to be in game and customisable #krakengoggles #wonderincs #queue #thanks for the ask! ▫️🧠

[vinxwatches]

my adventure's with superman

saw it, thought it had the save voice actor for Lois as played Luz in the owl house (it's not the same) and really liked her design. watching it, damn i like these personalities. i've also grown to like superman more then i did. is he OP? yea, but that's now the draw of him, and a more fun universe is needed to make him enjoyable.

also het get a magical girl transformation which is just hilarious. suit is a bit too armour plated for my liking.

ah, he's so sweat with his parents. i'd seen clips from them trying to do it in other cartoons but it was always a bit stilted, and of course it was shit in man of steel. here's it's just very nice.

i probably shouldn't sympathise so much with the villain.

nope, i think i was mend to sympathise with her. and now we have found the "goodguys". you know, just like how belos was the benevolent leader.

who the fuck uses a blimp these days?!

you should not make the villains fucking cute together if you want me to see them fail!

i really like the banshee. damn she's probably never coming back is she.

"oh, he's a liar" genuinely had my laughing out loud. sorry Clark, this problem isn't over yet.

"now, shut up. i'm about to be nice" great line.

wow, they really made this guy the most unlikeable. treatning people, misogonist, general elon musk and like. truly the biggest douche canoe possible.

standard equipment should come with some needle and treat... yea i really should add that to my handbag. won't need it often, but man will i feel stupid if i could ever need it but then don't have it with me even though i know how to use it. need to look into how to store some treat though.

you can't give superman the :3 face!

you call your product the parasite... bit on the nose for a tech company don't you think?

the bad tech tyrant claims he build the company himself, because of course he does. also it's a white straight man, because of course he is. yea, i got opinions. sure, this is made by an equally big company, but at least calling out bs like this is the popular/normal thing to do.

it really plays into the threat to superman is collateral damage. also fuck yea Lois will fucking suckerpunch a fucker. i really like her personality and that they gave her so much stuff to do.

damn, ep4? that's fast. also really neat as it allows things to continue instead of stagnate, i'm really interesting what she'll do with it.

wow, that's the laziest debumker ever. just going "nah"? you have to give some evidence.

ok, really like that people don't just have one body types. a lady can also be jacked as fuck.

oh, it's her, because of course it's her. it really is impressive how she's so recognizable across series and forms of media.

damn, that's one hell of a way to end the episode, truly tearing shit apart.

so, they're just doing this trope exactly https://www.tumblr.com/moringmark/724550083360718848?source=share (the trope it's making fun of, not the subversion)

the weirdest sweat gay romance ever.

#my adventures with superman #superman #dc

[mpregfrance]

For the ask game! 🤲

sorry for the late answer!

🤲 - share an excerpt from a WIP

since you've been so patient, i will share two. one from the next chapter of a current, soon to be updated fic, and one from an unpublished work in progress!

sugar, we're going down chapter 5 snippet, no spoilers or major plot giveaway, just a cute scene:

“Daddy’s home.” The Englishman announced, his tone neutral and volume slightly raised. François wasn’t sipping on Chardonnay in the kitchen nor skimming a novel on the sofa. “Show yourself, woman.” He snapped somewhat sarcastically, arms crossed to his chest and the sole of his Gucci shoe tapping against the custom tile floor as he awaited the Frenchman.

In not a minute’s time, there came his baby, emerging from the full bathroom adjoined to his grand suite and fluffing out his silky mane of flaxen hair with a huff. “You do not speak to me like that.” François spat back playfully, his plump lips glimmering with pink gloss. “I am your Queen.”

Arthur chortled at the bold statement, finding it rather cute how François thought he had even an ounce of power or control in any aspect of his life, let alone his own. “Is that so, your Majesty?” He mocked, cocking an eyebrow and crooking a finger beneath his chin. “Remind me, darling. Who bought the palace?” It was a game they played, a Medieval fantasy of a grateful, barefoot French peasant and the civilized, generous British nobleman who snatched him from his humble village and rescued him from a tedious life of mending rags and baking bread.

“Vous.” François purred, unzipping the white-and-gray-checkered Louis Vuitton pet carrier that would double as his purse for today’s retail excursion. It paired perfectly with his own outfit of white skinny jeans, a pale beige turtleneck, and a white and gray plaid cashmere scarf, finished with a belted Burberry trenchcoat in pastel pink. “Vous l'avez achetée, Monsieur.” That’s right, Daddy bought the palace. And everything in it.

The Brit smirked in approval. “Good boy. Know your place, little peasant.” Upon noticing the choice of handbag, he scoffed in protest. “You’re not bringing that creature shopping with us.”

At this, the younger pouted. “Be nice, he is your baby too.” He’d already lured Choux-Choux Puff into the structured leather tote with a homemade treat, and placed the curious little pooch onto his arm. As a toy breed, the critter was in fact smaller than a human newborn.

Rolling his eyes, Arthur drew in a breath. It wasn’t often he actually said no to his sugar baby. “Fine.” He reluctantly agreed. “Just don’t let him go to the Loo in your Louis.”

The crude pun earned a grumble from François. “You act like I am so irresponsible. I am 24. Most people my age are having babies, you know.” He added, just to push the issue that he only had animal children so far.

“Oh, don’t you start, François.” The older man warned, grabbing him by the arm and dimming the lights as they promptly exited, leaving Princess Coco to lounge about on her lonesome. The sleek Siamese didn’t mind a bit, strutting regally through the penthouse as if she were its true owner.

and a little surprise from an unreleased fic to keep you on your toes!

The plane began to roll away from the jet bridge, off the tarmac, and onto the runway. The forlorn young Frenchman turned to his father, engrossed in a novel, and glanced over his shoulder to his mother, her eyes already covered by a satin mask. At this point, he was too disappointed to be angry anymore. His parents had made a selfish decision that’d severely change the trajectory of not only their lives, but that of their 18 year-old son.

Life was just dandy in Paris. People were friendly, neighborly, generous. At least in his personal experience. He felt safe to be who he was, and the unique was celebrated. Besides, he was nearly finished with high school right as they decided to rip him out and tear him away from his best friends. His dearest Anneliese, his darlings Feliciano, Antonio, and Gilbert. They couldn’t follow him to America.

As their altitude climbed and the bird’s eye view of familiar sights on the ground below disappeared into sky blue nothingness, François sobbed silently. With the technology of this newfangled Boeing jet aircraft, their flight was scheduled to take around twelve hours, from takeoff to touchdown. Twelve unbearable rotations of his wristwatch.

#ask and ye shall receive #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[purple-is-great]

i went to see my parents for the weekend since it was father's day today, and i managed to fit all my stuff into my backpack and handbag. i came home today with both stuffed to bursting and with a full tote bag in tow, because i managed to acquire the following stuff:

a pair of jeans (my jeans that i have had for several years, but i got a hole in them in the spring and left them behind when packing for university as mum promised to mend them; she did now so i took then with me)

mum's old sweater (a little small for her, aka a good size for me)

a finnish translation of crime and punishment published in two parts (found it at the thrift store while we were trying to find a book for a father's day gift, mum bought it because i didn't have my wallet (also it is now sunday night and i should finish reading before my lit class on tuesday afternoon; i am done with the first part))

some bread

a plastic container of frozen soup

a plastic container of yesterday's bean sauce and pasta

three different containers of berries from the freezer (all were still cold but not really frozen when i got home so i couldn't put them back in the freezer, so i'll have a lot of blueberries and strawberries and black currants to eat next week!)

#my post #personal

[wickedanddeadly]

Zoe Bryce's Bio

" Other things may change us, but we start and end with family. "

Zoe Bryce was adopted at a very young age. Her biological parents weren’t exactly what you would call a devoted couple, at least on her father’s end. Through school, she always felt like an outcast, the oddball looking in. At the age of 18, she attended a party that got out of hand. Her first transformation happened that night when she returned home. Luckily Zoe managed to get out of the house before hurting anyone she cared about. Later that night when she returned her adoptive parents called her a monster and pretty much disowned her. She was forced out of the house and faced with being on her own for several years.

That’s when she found Santa Carla and made it her home. Little did she know what was in store for her in this place. After a few months, she learned that she had a sister named Marie. Zoe was drawn to her from the start – it was like their wolf genes had pulled them together. It was from that point Zoe learned that her sister was constantly being tormented and even sometimes tortured by a woman and her mate. Their names were Sonya Alexander and DJ X. Zoey was desperate to help her sister and that soon made herself a target. Marie was forced to fake her death and flee for a time from Santa Carla. Zoe gave the impression that she was heartbroken and lost without her sister and soon left Santa Carla as well. She didn’t go far, just far enough to be out of Sonya and X’s radar.

She found herself a little place to stay, close enough to keep in contact with her sister. As hard as it was for them to stay apart it was for the best at the time. One day while taking a walk near her place she bumped into a man named Colin Bryce. The more time they spent together the more their relationship started to bloom. Soon Zoe spilled everything that had happened to her and her sister to Colin since he was a hunter, he offered to help in any way that he could. A few months passed and somehow Sonya had located her and come to attack. They were taken off guard but somehow Colin managed to rip Sonya’s heart out. Colin didn’t destroy her heart, instead, he placed it in a chest. This was when Colin and the wolves returned to Santa Carla to deliver Sonya’s heart back to her mate and give fair warning, he would be next if any of them were touched again.

That was a mistake because no one knew returning Sonya’s heart to her chest would make her body mend and repair itself. When the vampire goddess woke, she swore revenge on all of them and that’s when things really went to hell in a handbag. This went on for a few years until something began to change about Sonya. Suddenly she wasn’t as violent with them as she once was and even started to act like she was having some remorse over her actions. Soon thereafter Sonya disappeared after everyone had learned that she and her mate had parted ways. Things started getting better.

It was about a year later when Colin and Zoe got married and soon after their daughter Tatum was born. Having a family of their own made them want to leave Santa Carla for good – more so knowing that with their daughter being a hybrid there was a good chance of her becoming someone’s next target. They moved away from Santa Carla and relocated to Los Angeles, California until now.

As of December 2021: Zoe's encounters with The Rose Institute have made her more determined than ever to protect her family by any means necessary. Still, she is beyond thrilled when she learns that she and Colin will become grandparents upon learning that their daughter is pregnant with twins. She is even more than happy to help Leon earn enough money for an engagement ring and wedding planning. Being a grandparent hasn't stopped her from wanting to be on the front lines with Colin when an old hunter partner of his emerges and resurfaces memories of the past.

Basic stats Height: 5'3" Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Powers and abilities Shapeshifting Superhuman Strength Superhuman Speed Superhuman Stamina Superhuman Agility Superhuman Durability Heightened Senses Claws & Teeth Empathy Healing Factor Longevity Weaknesses Silver Aconite ask Wolfsbane Semi-Mortality Relations Colin Bryce ( Husband ) Tatum Bryce ( Daughter ) Leon Hawthorne ( Future Son In Law ) Luke Mendoza ( Nephew ) Marie Morningstar-Winchester ( Sister ) Lucifer/Sam Winchester ( Brother In Law ) Gunner Logan ( Father ) Sonya Alexander Logan ( Mother In Law ) Zoey Dolan ( Sister ) Judas Alexander Logan ( Brother ) Matt Sullivan ( Brother In Arms ) Kimberly Sullivan ( Sister In Arms ) Brian Gates ( Brother In Arms ) Shanoa Ecclesia ( Sister In Arms ) Face claim - Eliza Dushku

#✷✷Bio✷✷[Zoe]✷✷ #✷✷Bios✷✷

[cobblerexpress-11]

Manhattan Handbag Revival: Restore Your Style with Expert Repair Services

 In the bustling streets of Manhattan, where fashion reigns supreme, the significance of a stylish handbag cannot be overstated. Yet, as beloved as these accessories are, wear and tear can take their toll, leaving once-pristine purses in need of restoration. Fortunately, amidst the concrete jungle, there exists a cadre of skilled artisans dedicated to breathing new life into these cherished possessions. Join us as we explore the world of handbag repair in manhattan where craftsmanship meets creativity in the pursuit of preserving elegance.

The Art of Restoration:

Handbag repair is more than just mending seams or replacing straps; it's an art form that requires meticulous attention to detail and a deep understanding of materials. In the heart of Manhattan, expert craftsmen and women ply their trade, armed with years of experience and a passion for their craft. From vintage Chanel to contemporary Gucci, no bag is beyond salvation in the hands of these skilled artisans.

The Process Unveiled:

Repairing a handbag is a multi-step process that begins with a thorough assessment of its condition. Whether it's a broken zipper, scuffed leather, or a tarnished clasp, every imperfection is meticulously cataloged to determine the most appropriate course of action. Once a plan is devised, skilled artisans set to work, employing a variety of techniques and tools to restore the handbag to its former glory.

Materials Matter:

Central to the art of handbag repair is an intimate knowledge of materials. Leather, suede, canvas, and exotic skins each present their own unique challenges and require specialized care. In Manhattan's repair workshops, artisans are well-versed in the nuances of these materials, employing gentle cleansers, conditioning agents, and dyeing techniques to rejuvenate tired fabrics and faded hues.

Attention to Detail:

What sets handbag repair nyc apart is an unwavering commitment to detail. From perfectly matched stitching to seamless hardware replacements, every aspect of the repair process is executed with precision. Artisans painstakingly source materials that mirror the original design, ensuring that the finished product is indistinguishable from its factory-fresh counterpart.

Beyond Repair:

While many handbags can be restored to their former glory, some may be beyond repair. In such cases, skilled artisans in Manhattan offer creative solutions, transforming damaged bags into one-of-a-kind creations. Whether it's repurposing leather into accessories or salvaging hardware for new designs, nothing goes to waste in the world of handbag repair.

Preserving Legacy:

For many, handbags are more than just accessories; they're treasured heirlooms imbued with memories and sentimentality. In Manhattan's repair workshops, artisans understand the value of preserving these legacies, treating each bag with the care and respect it deserves. Whether it's a vintage find passed down through generations or a recent investment piece, every handbag receives the royal treatment.

The Future of Repair:

As sustainability takes center stage in the fashion industry, the demand for handbag repair in manhattan is poised to soar. In Manhattan, forward-thinking artisans are embracing this shift, championing eco-friendly practices and innovative techniques to extend the lifespan of luxury goods. From upcycling materials to incorporating technology into the repair process, the future of handbag repair is as bright as the lights of Broadway.

Conclusion:

In the fast-paced world of fashion, where trends come and go with the blink of an eye, handbag repair in Manhattan stands as a testament to timeless elegance and craftsmanship. Through skillful hands and keen attention to detail, artisans breathe new life into beloved accessories, preserving their beauty for generations to come. So, the next time your favorite handbag shows signs of wear, remember that in Manhattan, restoration is an art form, and elegance knows no bounds.

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#luxuryshoerepair #handbagrepairnyc #handbagrepairinmanhattan

[shoemedic1]

Revitalize Your Leather Purse with Expert Restoration Services

In a world where fashion is synonymous with identity and self-expression, the allure of luxurious leather purses remains timeless. These exquisite accessories complete an ensemble and tell a story of sophistication and taste. However, as years pass, even the finest leather purses can bear the brunt of time, showing signs of wear and tear. This is where the art of leather purse restoration comes to the rescue, breathing new life into these cherished pieces.

  The Epitome of Restoration Excellence

  Regarding the meticulous art of leather purse restoration, one name stands out prominently: ShoeMedic. As a leading establishment in the heart of the Greater Toronto Area, it has carved a niche as the go-to destination for individuals seeking unparalleled restoration services for shoes and handbags. It has become synonymous with rejuvenation, not just for accessories but for cherished memories and moments.

  Crafting Excellence, One Stitch at a Time

  Its reputation for excellence has been solidified over its decades-long journey spanning over thirty years. With a dedication to excellence and artistry, our company has garnered the trust and recognition of distinguished designers and revered brands such as Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, Chanel, Gucci, and many others. This speaks volumes about the precision and artistry that it brings to the table.

  At the core of its success lies an exceptional team of artisans. These skilled craftsmen are not merely repair professionals; they are restoration artists who employ cutting-edge techniques and state-of-the-art equipment to breathe new life into aging leather purses. Their dedication to detail is matched only by their passion for preserving the story embedded within each purse.

  Preserving Value, Restoring Memories

  Leather purses are more than fashion statements; they are often heirlooms with sentimental value. ShoeMedic understands this sentiment intimately. With every restoration undertaken, the artisans at ShoeMedic tread carefully, treating each purse with the utmost respect and care. Their expertise goes beyond mere restoration; it's a homage to the memories associated with these accessories.

  Visiting shoemedic.com, its official website unveils a treasure trove of success stories and testimonials from satisfied clients. The website showcases the restoration services and serves as a testament to its dedication to customer satisfaction. It's not just about mending leather; it's about mending relationships with cherished possessions.

  Embracing Timelessness

  Leather Bag Repair Toronto is more than a service; it celebrates elegance and timelessness. With a legacy rooted in excellence, it continues redefining restoration artistry standards. The next time you find your beloved leather purse showing signs of age, remember that restoration is not just about repairing what's broken but about embracing the stories these accessories carry.

  In a world where trends come and go, it is a beacon of permanence, breathing new life into the old and turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. So, whether it's a faded Chanel clutch or a weathered Gucci tote, trust ShoeMedic to restore the leather and the memories and dreams woven within. Because with ShoeMedic, it's not just about leather purse restoration; it's about reviving a piece of your history.

[withouttrace123]

Renew, Restore: Expert Leather Handbag Repair Services

At Without A Trace, we specialize in expert leather handbag repair services, reviving your beloved accessories with precision and care. Our skilled artisans skillfully mend scratches, tears, and worn edges, restoring your handbag to its former glory. Trust us to seamlessly blend quality craftsmanship and attention to detail, ensuring your leather companion receives the care it deserves. Rediscover the beauty of your handbag with Without A Trace's impeccable repair expertise.

#BagRevivalMagic #LeatherCareMasters #HandbagHealing #WithoutTraceRestores #LeatherLoveRevived #CherishedBagsRenewed #RepairWithPrecision #BagRebirth #RevitalizeYourStyle #WithoutTraceCraftsmanship #HandbagRescue

[hellocrookedcollectionglitt-blog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Fendi Zucca tote/handbag 👜 Very good condition/duster/No stains or tears 👍.

[the-royal-teacup]

Here’s my thing…

Her dad is toxic, we’ve heard this one since the wedding, even though before she met handbag he was the best daddy in the world. In reality, he wasn’t the right ���look’ for her and her new status and so, he became ‘toxic’ was cast aside and she was a ‘victim’ of such a bad parent.

Same thing with the royals, they were the family she never had, she was so ready to jump in and be of ‘service’ and then she realised that it isn’t easy work, and it isn’t always A-List events and everyone bowing down to you and fawning all over you. It isn’t living in palaces and the Queen giving you all the honours and everything you want; it’s HARD work. So, what happened? The royals became ‘toxic’ everyone hated her, they asked ‘racist’ questions about her un-born dolly. Catherine was so horrible and didn’t make her feel welcome, they didn’t want that life for their children, they wanted to carve their own way and blah, blah, bloody blah.

Are people like Scobie, Gayle King and Oprah forgetting all this? You’re all just going to go along with them coming back for the Jubilee and pretend that nothing happened? That you all didn’t applaud them and tell them how wonderful they were for leaving the big bad ‘toxic’ and ‘racist’ institution? No? No. Of course not. Because you’re all a bunch of hypocrites and will just pretend that they’re being the bigger person, and being a ‘part of the family’ 🙄 Right, the family they so badly wanted to get away from because they were so horrible!

And if her father doesn’t make it, after his stroke, you know this hypocrite will make it all about her and she will go to his funeral and she will be applauded by all her hypocritical sycophants, for being the ‘bigger’ person. Nope, nope and nope. The bigger person would have tried to mend it before the worst happens, not make it all about them after the worst has happened and we all know she will make it about herself, releasing a statement and all, probably would stage a photo shoot at his funeral. I hope her dad makes it, but if the worst happens, she will make it all about her.

To finish, in their puny little minds everyone else is the problem and not them. But, if you are the one constantly having problems with people, shouldn’t you realise it’s actually you that is the problem? That is you that is the toxic one? Of course not; it is always everyone else’s problem!

[grandmasgarage]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: FOSSIL Black Leather Shoulder Bag Purse Handbag Pockets Double Strap 75082 FAIR.