#i think this was my favorite look from the met gala this year

[dumbseee]

starstruck.

F1 au/fic: in which, daniel attends the met gala and meet his ultimate crush, y/n l/n.

daniel ricciardo x actress!reader.

fc: jasmine tookes.

note: the timing is terrible

when you finally finished your interview with emma chamberlin, you saw in the corner of your eye a man looking at you, smiling from ear to ear. you didn’t recognise him but by his looks you knew he was someone important. you walked up to him and smiled back, his cheeks were red and he struggled to hold your gaze now that you were in front of him.

"hi! first time here?" you asked, waving at him, "i’m y/n l/n." he smiled again and scratched his neck. "is it that obvious? and i know, i’m kinda your biggest fan, daniel ricciardo it’s nice meeting you." he shook the hand you were giving him and gave it a gentle squeeze, you didn’t fail to notice how big his hand was and how it engulfed yours. you laughed and put your hand against your heart. "oh really? what is your favorite work of mine?" you asked him, genuinely curious. you didn’t know why but you were drawn to his energy. he looked up and thought for a second before answering. "there is too many, but i really liked you in the marauders, couldn’t think of a better actress to play dorcas." you laughed and thanked him. "to be honest, it’s not my best work." he looked at you like you just said the most out of pocket thing in the world. "excuse you? you were amazing! you perfectly portrayed dorcas and the way you showcase emotions just with your eyes is just incredible! seriously you’re one of the best actresses out there and i-…" his eyes were full of sparkles, like a kid talking about his favorite football team, he stopped himself when he saw you look at him with a huge smile. his cheeks were even redder and he couldn’t look at you anymore. "i talk to much, right? i’m so sorry, i do that a lot." you brushed him off and patted his shoulder. "daniel, you’re adorable." he smiled fondly but before he could speak again, your agent came to you. "we have to go y/n, donatella is waiting for you." you nodded and waved at daniel. "it was great meeting you daniel, i hope to see you again soon!" he watched you leave and couldn’t wipe off the smile on his face, he knew how good looking you were but seeing you and talking to you in real life was different. from that small interaction only, daniel knew how much he was infatuated with you.

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y/n: you guys know how much i love going to the met gala, but this year was even better. thank to anna for inviting me again this year, and i hope to see you again next year! huge thanks to donatella for customising this dress for me, you’re a legend.

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donatella_versace: donatella VERSACE 💜

zendaya: i’m on the floooor girl

fan1: not daniel liking with all his accounts

fan2: the queen of the met

fan3: the dress looked so good!

fan4: y/n never misses

fan5: who’s daniel?

fan6: @.fan5 y/n’s future husband

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fan7: WTF DID DANIEL JUST LIKED THIS COMMZNT???2€:8:9

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y/n: we worked so hard on this one so i’m glad it’s finally out! the batman is out in all theatres so grab your pop corn and go watch it!

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selenagomez: such an icon

fan1: y/n as catwoman is something i HAVE to witness with my own two eyes

fan2: y/n and robert pattinson flirting in imax is going to be the death of me

fan3: i hope daniel can fight because y/n and robert’s chemistry is insane

fan4: @.fan3 leave daniel out of this they’re not even friends

fan5: @.fan4 yes they’re not friends, they’re soulmates.

fan6: i understand daniel’s obsession tbh look at HER

fan7: y/n better get her emmy after that movie

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y/n: appreciation post for my number one fan, danny ric. i suck at love confessions so just listen to daylight by my good sis taylor swift <3 (idk why he loves taking pictures of me but he’s ALWAYS pointing that camera at my face)

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danielricciardo: that’s because you’re my favorite view, my love.

liked by y/n.

fan1: AWWWWWWW

fan2: daniel really went from watching her from afar bc he was too shy to talk to her to him being her bf

fan3: my favorite couple

fan4: don’t EVER breakup

taylorswift: you guys are so cute 💜

fan5: daniel is the perfect man for y/n tbh

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[shdysders]

club heaven

pairing: jenna ortega x female reader

summary: in which jenna found herself thinking about you and where you might be.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of death & alcohol

author’s note: wrote this fully based on the song club heaven by nessa barrett, mainly because it’s currently one of my favorite songs. and i suppose it’s confusing if you haven’t read the lyrics to it, so take that into consideration while reading!

i didn’t rly like how this turned out, so please tell me if it’s too confusing and i’ll delete it. hope y’all like it!

As Jenna sat at the lavish Met Gala table, surrounded by the dazzling lights and extravagant fashion, all she could find herself thinking about was you.

It was currently the place and time of the Met Gala after party, and as sad as it sounded: Jenna was alone. Even though she was encircled by people in the same working industry as herself, she should be enjoying herself. This was people she was supposed to actually relate to.

But the thought that was stopping her from doing so, was you. You just wouldn't leave her mind. She just couldn't stop thinking about where you were, what you were doing or who you where with.

You had always liked afterparties, no matter what the occasion, so she should've known that thoughts of you would appear when she would attend them. You claimed it was the icing on the cake when it came to celebration. You wanted one after your birthday, Christmas and even on New Year's Eve.

It was something Jenna loved about you, you always felt the need to celebrate, whether it was for a new project she had finished or such small things as finishing an audition tape.

Her thinking was harshly interrupted by a strong white light flashing onto her, followed by both male and female voices yelling her name from afar.

You hated the paparazzi, despised them. It was a conversation topic you and Jenna talked about almost all the time, you couldn't stand the people that made it their mission in life to make well known peoples life a living hell: taking pictures who all looked the same, making them partly blind in the process.

A smile appears on Jennas face at the thought of your hatred towards them. The fact that you were now somewhere they couldn't go made relief wash over her, but it also made her feel worry. You wouldn't be there to protect her if they ever tried to do something, like you always said you would.

She just prayed to the gods above that you knew how truly sorry she was for not being with you, for not being able to tell you how much she loved you, how much she adored you; like you had told her everyday. She wouldn't be with you for the future years at least, maybe even decades unless she would die in any sort of accident.

Your number still lingered in her contact list, your name followed by an amount of hearts she never bothered to count.

She texted your number almost every day, every chance she got, knowing she would never get a reply from you.

She knew that your number would eventually get shut down for it's lack of using and that a new user would get it, but when it did she certainly didn't know how hard she would take it. Everything that ever belonged to you was starting to slip out of her grip, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Although the new user didn't stop her from texting the number, she didn't care if that meant for her number to get leaked. Because if it made her feel closer to you, she didn't mind. It actually got to the point where the number had called her multiple times, your number called her. But this time the picture of you didn't cover the screen, nor did the contact name she made especially for you.

Jenna tried to tell herself it was you calling her, that you were calling her to ask if she could join you up in paradise.

But she never actually answered the calls because she knew what it would be like if she did: an old lady full of frustration, telling her to stop texting her phone because she didn't know how to block the number. But in the fantasy of it being you, she tried to tell herself that she couldn't hear the signal through the clouds, just so you didn't think she was ignoring you.

The champagne in the glass ran slowly down her dry throat, her face crunching together at the scary feeling of the liquid barely making it through. The paparazzi was now long gone; probably because she didn't give them any satisfaction in posing for their worthless pictures.

Jenna stared with guilt onto the empty glass, that was just minutes ago all full of luxury exotic fruit champagne, Enrique had told her to take it easy multiple times, not wanting her to be completely out of it and not being able to make it home, but of course she didn't listen.

She enjoyed the feeling of the buzz in her head that shut out the bad thoughts in her head; the thoughts of you. She had been trying to escape them with alcohol more than she could remember, drinking all alone at night, either alone in her hotel room or in her apartment, that was once yours too. And when drinking alone got too boring, she tried going to a club.

But unfortunately, she wasn't allowed. Surprisingly enough it wasn't for her short figure or petite and short looking body. The bouncer claimed she was too well known, that she would cause a fuss by being there, crowding people around her and making people turn the attention away from the actual place.

He had told her that she would have to sign herself in as a performer or an entertainer so they had time to schedule it in. But that didn't stop her, she waited right outside every night, even trying to bribe the bouncer with an autograph or a photo, but she left there without avail; the only answer she got was "not tonight".

She hoped that you were up there somewhere, spending your time at your own club, dancing and drinking. You loved dancing, you were always the first person onto the dance floor, practically forcing or dragging Jenna with you.

She hoped that you were up there smoking some blue dream and cigarettes with your legends and idols; even though you never liked when Jenna smoked, she knew you liked to do so yourself when she wasn't around.

She could actually bet all her life savings that you were up there raising all kinds of toasts for her, telling all of the other people up there who she was, what she did, and who she was to you, so everyone else would know who she was until she would get in. To club heaven. The club up there that she prayed so deeply you were at.

And even though she was constantly surrounded by warm and kind hearted people that only wanted the best for her and her career, it never filled the void, the void of you. It was like the city was filled with beautiful angels, but it missed the best one.

She wished for nothing else but being able to cut the line, whether it was up to you or the club she was rooting so hard to get into.

It was either seeing you, or forgetting the loud and bad thoughts about you; the thoughts that you were actually gone, that you weren't with her. Of course she didn't want to forget about you forever, it was just a temporary solution for when the thoughts got too loud.

But a thought that had hit her, was the long wait. The line up towards the place where you were at weren't exactly short, and she was probably way too far back in that line. What if she would never get in? What if she can't get in at all? If that happened, how would she ever see you again?

What if she can't get in? How will she see you again?

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #club heaven #jenna ortega x fem!reader #tara carpenter x reader #vada cavell x reader #wednesday addams x reader #tara carpenter

[crinolinecuriousity]

so glad to know that weird girl culture is alive and well every year when I see the Stuck at Prom gallery... here are some faves from this year’s gallery, all of which were not finalists. 

view the whole gallery and vote for the winners here!

Lizbeth -  there were a handful of outfits that were inspired by cultures but this one was one of my favorites, a love the color scheme, the fringe, and the bow, I think she did a very good job and I could genuinely see someone wearing this on the runway!

Elizabeth - really liked her colors, which she said was inspired by a peacock at her house I think? but what stuck out to me was the gradient on the edge of her skirt and the straps

Presley - I can definitely see why she wasn’t a finalist but she also looks gorgeous, I think it’s hard to pull off a mostly solid red dress and she genuinely looks like a Disney princess

Jadyn - genuinely cannot believe she was not a finalist. like the first picture literally does not look like duct tape, you could tell me it was a fabric costume on Broadway and I would believe you.

Catrielle - another one I can’t believe wasn’t a finalist! there are always a handful of outfits that use gold but I love what she did with it. plus the shoes and the bag?? love love love

Ava - I could LITERALLY see this at the Met Gala red carpet. the detailing is insane and the skirt came out looking really nice and even. she looks gorgeous!

Ritika - there were a couple of circle skirts but this was one of my favorites. her theme of harmony seemed relevant with a lot of the current events going on as well - the skirt is colorful but isn’t distracting and I think it’s a more elaborate dress that actually manages to pull off the busier look

Veronica - I DEFINITELY think she should have been a finalist for suits. like I think this outfit is more compelling and has a cooler background (Filipina culture) than like. the white(?) guy who just made a samurai suit. I really love how she like... feminized the suit jacket if that makes sense? I think she slayed it

Madyson - this one was so fun to look at! I love the manta ray bag and the sand dollar earrings too, I would love to see a fabric rendition of this dress. you can tell she had a lot of fun making it from the pictures, too.

Eliza - this one was inspired by a Shakespeare line if I remember correctly and it really reminds me of old 80s/90s catalogues. was really impressed by the puffed sleeves!

Owen - there’s always more dresses than suits entered since most of the competitors are girls. this was a suit that was inspired by the AIDS crisis quilts, I think he should have been a finalist and he looks more put together than some of the suit finalists

Kendyl - this one was insane to me - she looks gorgeous and I could see this being a real fabric prom dress or a dress a celeb wears on the red carpet. I can’t get past the detailing and the ruffles?? insanely talented

Lily - personally I think this suit would have looked better without the rectangles on the pant legs but that being said, I love this outfit so much, you can tell what she drew inspiration from and I think it’s simple but classy and it works beautifully. I could see this on the runway!

#stuck at prom 2023

[fiapartridge]

Part 2 to cruel summer pls

cruel summer pt. 2 | jack hughes

"i snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate..."

jack hughes x fem!reader

read part one!!: cruel summer

summary: you and jack have spent the entire summer keeping your relationship a secret, but when a party and feelings of doubt gets thrown into the mix, things get a little hectic...

warning(s): swearing, some angst, happy ending

author's note: omg i procrastinated so much, but here ya go

You were in an intense game of chicken with Luke, Duker, and Eddy when Jack walked back to the house to grab you a towel, using it as an excuse to wrap you in his arms after your game in the pool. On his way in, he noticed his mom sitting on one of the couches on the back patio, waving him over. 

“My boy. You get more handsome with each second,” she beamed, patting the empty space next to her on the couch.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jack obliged, sitting next to Ellen, though he seemed worlds away. His eyes always drifting towards the girl of the hour, of the year, hell, of his life.

“Look how beautiful she’s gotten.”

He absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah, I can see.” He knew she was talking about you without even saying your name, because whenever Jack was there, your name wasn’t so far behind. “Have you ever hid something?” he asked. “Something really important and you want to tell people, but you’re just… scared, I guess? Of their reactions.”

Ellen smiled softly. She always had a feeling that there was something going on between the two of you, even before you guys moved to New Jersey. There was always something lingering— some sort of electricity, longing. 

“Well, if the people around you love you, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” she matched his gaze, connecting it to you. She was glad it was you; she couldn’t picture him with anyone else. “And let me tell you this,” she smiled, running her hand through his hair. “Everyone here loves you. Get some weight off your chest. Tell them.”

*ೃ༄

“Your mom just bombarded me with a charity gala invite,” you scoffed, cracking open a beer from the fridge and leaning your back against the counter across from Jack. 

“They’re still doing those events?”

“Charity don’t stop, Hughesy.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, of course you did,” you smirked. “I am now telling everyone that you hate charities. Jack The Charity Hater.”

He scrunched his nose, shaking his head. “Not a catchy name,” he said, walking closer to you until his hands rested comfortably against your hips. 

“I guess I’ll just have to think of a better one,” you kissed his lips quickly, your eyes automatically swimming over to the entrance of the kitchen, making sure no one was there to witness it. It’s not like you didn’t want them to know, you did, you really did, but you didn’t know if Jack was ready. All of his relationships were with girls that he met on some random day in his life that have absolutely zero connection with his family. You? You were the total opposite. Luke was your best friend, Ellen was like your second mom, Quinn was your favorite person to talk shit about people with, and Jim bought you a BBQ grill for your birthday just so you guys could be grill buddies. 

To say that you had a connection with his family would be an understatement. They were your family, too. And you didn’t want to lose that.

“What’s the theme this year?” 

“Masquerade,” you responded, moving your hands to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“Very original,” he smirked. “You going with anybody?”

You rolled your eyes, somehow bringing yourself closer to him, your lips ghosting over his. “I was hoping to go with my boyfriend, but we haven’t exactly made things official.”

Jack sighed, backing away from you. He scratched the back of his neck, the air turning between you turning cold. “Hey, about that… I just think—”

You bit your lip, looking everywhere except Jack. “No, I, uh,” you shook your head, stammering. “I get it.”

“Y/N,” he held onto your arm, trying not to let you go, but as Cole stumbled into the kitchen in search of a couple more beers for the boys, he had to let go— even if it was the last thing he wanted to do.

“I’ll see you at the party,” you said. With a bittersweet smile, you turned away, wondering if this was still what you wanted, and if you still had the motivation to keep it going.

*ೃ༄

By nighttime, the party was in full swing. Every corner of the ballroom was crowded with high-end outfits and conversations about what new car they bought, or how they just came back from a trip to Europe, or Asia. 

As for you, you sat at a table by the wall, enviously watching couples slow dance, wishing that it were you and Jack. Your mother and Ellen were a few seats away, engaged in gossip about neighborhood drama, Jack sat next to you, pretending not to stare when you glanced in his direction, and the rest of the boys were nowhere to be seen.

“Y/N,” Jack said, bringing you back to reality. “Earlier today, I—”

“Hey, Hughesy,” Trevor suddenly appeared at the table, a girl strapped to each of his arms. “Meet Gina and Teresa. Apparently they’ve been coming here every summer since they were born, just like you two.”

Jack smiled. “That’s great, Trev, but—”

“They’re single,” Trevor interrupted. “Come on, man, get off your ass and let’s go,” he said, pulling Jack away from the table; from you.

“I can’t, Trev,” Jack shook his head, trying to get back to you. 

“Why not?” Trevor whined. “We have two girls that actually want to dance with us, like we don’t have to convince them, or beg, or anything!”

Jack sighed. The only girl he wanted to be with was you. “I just can’t, Trev.”

“But why?”

As you watched them talk on the dancefloor, you realized that you couldn’t do this any longer: the secrecy, the lying, the kissing in closed spaces. You couldn’t do it anymore, and if Jack wasn’t trying to make an effort, why should you?

You downed your drink in one gulp, grabbed your purse, and made your way to the grand stairs in search of the nearest exit to get you far, far away from this stupid event on this stupid night with your stupid boyfriend that no one even knew about, so you couldn’t even tell anyone even if you tried!

All you felt was alone.

“Because,” Jack shook his head, his gaze finally settling on you— the girl who was fleeing the party like it was infested with the color orange (you told Jack that that color gave you the ‘heebie jeebies’ the first night you slept over at his apartment. Something about your childhood and a party at Chuck E. Cheese, don’t ask about it). “Because… I’m in love with Y/N and she’s leaving,” he mindlessly said, pulling away from Trevor’s grasp and running after you. 

He pushed through people on the dancefloor, knocked over a couple of waiters, holding hors d'oeuvres and glasses of wine, jumped over abandoned masquerade masks scattered over the glossy floor, and it was still not enough to get to you. Jack cursed the weekends you guys spent in New Jersey doing 10-mile runs in which you always made it home before him. 

Walking up the steps to the lake house, Jack didn’t even know what to say to you. He wanted to tell everyone about you and your relationship, but was he ready for that? I mean, what would his parents say? What would your parents say? His brothers? His friends? Everything would change between everyone if they found out. Was it worth it?

Were you worth it?

Shaking his head, he knocked on the door. It was his family’s home, but you were written over every space on the lot. The place was as much yours as it was theirs, would all of that be ruined if the truth were to come out?

The questions were stupid and the answers were obvious. Jack knew the answers the whole time. Hell, he knew them from the moment you told him you were moving to New Jersey. Of course you were worth it. You were worth the world. You were the world. 

It only took a couple of seconds before the door opened, revealing you in pajamas and duck slippers that your dad got you when you were 13 years old. They made ‘quack’ sounds every step you took, and you told your dad that you were too old for gifts like this, but on nights like these, it felt comforting for you. It made you feel safe.

And even though you were clad in duck slippers and embarrassing pajamas, Jack still looked at you as if you were the belle of the ball. He couldn’t help it. You were everything to the boy.

“What are you doing here, Hughes?” you spat, not wanting to look at him while simultaneously wanting to wrap your arms around him and ask him what took him so long. 

He shrugged, hands in his pockets, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet. "I live here, too."

"I mean, why are you here instead of dancing with... what are their names? Tina and Marissa?" 

“Gina and Teresa,” he corrected. You scoffed, attempting to close the door on him but, him being a hockey player and all, he was able to hold it open for a lot longer than you could manage to close it. “I didn’t have enough time to compliment your dress at the party.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you think you can fix this with flattery, you’ll be sorely mistaken.”

“That’s— that’s not what I was trying to do.”

"So what are you trying to do because, frankly, you're just wasting my time, Hughes—" Before you could finish your sentence, Jack interrupted with a sudden, unexpected kiss. Time stood still as his lips met yours, and suddenly, you forgot about the girls, and the secrecy, and your families. The only thing that remained clear was this: you and Jack were meant to be together— secretly, or not. 

Pulling back, Jack’s eyes locked with yours, sincere evident in his nervous voice. “I know that I was scared before, but Y/N, I want everyone to know that I’m in love with you— and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me from loving you any less, like it’s physically impossible,” he chuckled. “I’m in love with you, I’ve been in love with you since we were eight years old, it’s always been you… It’s never not been you, Y/N.”

“It’s always been you, too, Hughesy,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. Before you could envelope him in another kiss, a round of cheers erupted behind you guys— in the driveway, specifically. 

“About time you guys finally said something, thought we were gonna have to force it out of you guys,” Eddy laughed, Duker and Turcs joining in with him. 

To say you and Jack were confused was quite the understatement. 

“You guys knew?” you asked, hiding behind Jack’s shoulder. 

“What, do you think we’re stupid?” Trevor asked, a grin dancing across his lips. “It took two girls and a party for you to finally admit it, but God, it feels good.”

“So it was a set up,” Jack added.

“Well,” Cole squinted. “More of a… push.”

“Exactly, a push,” Luke grinned. He walked up the patio stairs and slung his arms over both of your shoulders. “So, when am I calling you Y/N Hughes?”

Laughing, you and Jack playfully pushed Luke off of you. With everyone in tow, you walked back inside the lake house, the sound of chatter filling the air. Grinning, you told the group about the time Jack tripped over a rock while attempting to ask you out. It felt nice that the secret was finally out in the open.

The world finally knew how much you loved Jack Hughes, and how much he loved you. Maybe it wasn’t so much of a cruel summer after all.

#hockey imagine #nhl imagine #jack hughes x reader #hockey fic #jack hughes #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #nhl fanfiction #nj devils #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes angst

[jbaileyfansite]

The Wall Street Journal Interview (2024)

The 36-year-old English actor Jonathan Bailey is one of Hollywood’s newest heartthrobs. From Shonda Rhimes's Regency-era courtship dramas of “Bridgerton” to the decades-long romantic-political saga of “Fellow Travelers” to the Met Gala red carpet, he has earned admirers with his goofy charm and deep looks of longing.“

Being acknowledged as a heartthrob is incredibly flattering,” Bailey said. “It’s a big compliment, not just to you as an actor but everything around you.”

It has been a life-changing few years for Bailey, a stage actor turned screen darling. After “Bridgerton” launched him to global fame, he wrote up a document with tips to help prepare his younger castmates for the attention their on-screen romances would earn. “I think it’s about how to approach the work in a way that allows you to feel yourself and grounded,” he said.

Bailey, who’s been acting since he was a child in the Royal Shakespeare Company, reprises the role of Anthony in the third season of “Bridgerton” this month. Later this year, he’ll appear as Fiyero in the film adaptation of “Wicked” with Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo. He lives outside of London. Here, he talks about his favorite tea, doing gymnastics and the advice he got from Sir Ian McKellen.

What time do you get up on Mondays, and what’s the first thing you do after waking up?

I try to get up between 7 and 8. Then I try to not look at my phone, which sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t. If it’s a good day, I drink loads of water, have a bath and then just get out because I need to get outside. I’ll go for a walk, always with my headphones. If I feel a bit excited or my brain’s sort of alive, I’ll listen to a podcast because that keeps me quite calm. If not, I’ll listen to some drums and bass. 

How do you like your coffee? 

I love tea. Earl Grey tea for me. I love coffee as well.

What do you do for exercise?

I’m currently training for a half marathon. Then I do gymnastics at a local gym with loads of lovely, brilliant people. I’m part of that community, which I’m very proud of. I do handstands.

How long can you hold a handstand for?

I’ve gotten up to a minute. 

Do you meditate or journal or otherwise practice mindfulness?

Walking outside is meditation to me. There was a Buddhist center I loved when I was living in London, and I’d go there regularly to learn the practice of meditation. I believe in taking bits and bobs that work for you. I do write stuff down in a book that I carry with me, lessen the load in the brain when I can. 

Do you have any hobbies or habits that might surprise your fans? 

Probably playing loud music and dancing around naked. 

“Fellow Travelers” follows your character, Tim, as he falls for Matt Bomer’s Hawk over the course of several decades, from 1950s McCarthyism to the AIDS crisis in the 1980s. How did you get into character? 

With Tim, I felt like there was so much understanding that was in my bones already just from being me. Understanding the character who you’re playing opposite is also really good. Me and Matt, we didn’t really talk about it but we had that understanding of the experience of what these queer, gay people were experiencing.

Beyond that, I think about my forefathers and what an incredible opportunity it was to an academic, hands-on research of gay life in America. As a Brit, there was so much to learn, so the preparation was kind of nerdy in that respect. In another, it was incredibly emotional and spiritual. 

You’ve become very famous for the looks of longing that you’ve perfected. Do you practice them in the mirror?

No, unfortunately, I probably practiced them in real life all the way through my childhood. It’s funny, isn’t it? I can totally understand why people say that, but I think maybe what fascinates me most about humans is there’s always a distance between what you want and what you have and who you are and who you want to be. I mean, if I’m still longing and 92 years old, then I’m going to be very happy. 

How did you prepare to model swimwear for Orlebar Brown? Was there any part of you that was nervous? 

I had been doing gymnastics, so the swimsuit-model aspect of it required a couple of weeks of doing more handstandy stuff. But no, I was excited. 

There were some cute photos of you and Ariana Grande released from the set of “Wicked.” Do you have any favorite memories from filming? 

I went to CinemaCon and it was the launch of all of us together. I watched the trailer for the first time, I’m so glad I waited to see it in the big cinema. I just watched Cynthia [Erivo] and I was, like, God, Cynthia’s just going to blow everyone’s mind. You care so much about her in it. And Ari redefines Glinda in a really fun way, it just expands. 

There’s so much love for the original material. It was really fun and silly and great. Jon M. Chu [the director] just mines the emotion and is quite sincere about the truth of what’s going on with the characters.

What’s your most prized possession?

My headphones. If I lose them, I feel crazy. But also in 2017—I saved up and it felt incredibly frivolous—I started collecting the Yves Saint Laurent love prints, the original prints of the years that my sisters were born because there are four of us. Annoying actually, one of my sisters was born in 1982, and I don’t think there is a print for that year, so I might have to do a stickman or something. 

What’s one piece of advice you’ve gotten that’s guided you? 

Always do theater. That was actually from Ian McKellen. It’s in my bones anyway.

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#jonathan bailey #jonny bailey #interviews #interviews:2024 #the wall street journal #the wall street journal interview #fellow travelers #wicked #cynthia erivo #ariana grande #NEW!

[themakeupbrush]

In no particular order, my top looks from the 2023 Met Gala "Karl Lagerfeld: A Line in Beauty"

My thoughts are below, but I'll be honest, I didn't really do any background research this year because there wasn't much to be done. These are really just my opinions on whether or not I liked the look.

Ironically, I felt this was a very mediocre year, which led to me having a lot more favorites than usual because they were kind of all on the same level. In previous years I would have separated this into multiple posts, but I don't really see the point.

Doja Cat: I wanted someone to dress up as Choupette the cat and she delivered, and managed to do so in a way that was still fitting for the event

Keke Palmer: She looked amazing, and really captured the Chanel look with the bombshell hair and the extremely bedazzled tweed. I honestly don't want to think about how much that dress weighed

Anne Hathaway: Besides that fact that I love everything Anne Hathaway has ever done, this dress was the perfect combination of honoring Lagerfeld's style while also incorporating it into the style of the brand she was representing (Versace). It had tweed and pearls, but also sex appeal and safety pins

Cardi B: First, I just want to appreciate her ongoing commitment to high fashion and the fact that she had three (3) completely separate looks. This particular Miss Sohee look was my favorite because she's living out my glinda barbie mermaid fairy princess dreams

Harvey Guillen: This was one of the first looks I saw of the night, and still one of my favorites. It has all the Lagerfeld style essentials, but still manages to look unique. Plus, creative menswear always gets extra points because the bar is painfully low, though this year was a surprisingly pleasant exception.

Jennifer Lopez: It's not the most creative look, but it's right up my alley and honestly, do we expect anything groundbreaking from JLo? She's always going to show up in something pretty that's decently on theme enough for me to just focus on whether or not I like it. And this immediately makes me think of classic Chanel.

Penelope Cruz: She was a co-host, it's vintage Chanel couture from the 80's, and she's one of the people I most heavily associate with Lagerfeld and Chanel. A win all around.

Russell Westbrook: I really want to give Russell Westbrook credit for always showing up to the Met Gala and really going for it. I love all the details: the pearl necklace, the tweed blazer with floral clasps, the bows on the shoes

Chloe Fineman: Another first look that turned out to be a favorite. This again had all the necessary design elements without feeling like a cheap knockoff. Also major points for the bedazzled cat bag.

Anok Yai: I don't know and I don't care how this relates to theme, she looked like a goddess

Bad Bunny: Another man not only doing something interesting but incorporating the theme? Genuinely shocking. Obviously I loved the OTT floral cape, but I really loved the ode to c. 2005 Chanel with the backless suit and backwards necklace.

Gisele: She wore the same dress from an iconic 2007 editorial, proving not only that she still has it, but that she's always had it. A true supermodel.

Salma Hayek: She looked hot, I don't know what else you want me to say about it. Also it had color, which nothing else did. My eyes were starving for color.

Glenn Close: For starters, she needed an entire team to carry her train so props for that. She brought the drama, the glitz, and the "age is just a number so shut the hell up" glamor.

Lil Nas X: This was, for lack of a better phrase, a cheeks out, bedazzled, balls to the wall look. The Choupette inspiration is more obvious when he was inside with the fur (ish?) coat on, but I honestly didn't care. I needed a moment and he delivered. Though I do wonder (1) how long it took to bedazzle him and (2) will he every fully be de-glittered.

Brian Tyree Henry: I don't know if it's the pose or the cape, but it's giving me dramatic shakespeare vibes and I appreciate it.

Naomi Campbell: The only issue I have with this look is that they called 2010 Chanel Couture "vintage" and I can't accept that. Beyond that, I mean, it's Naomi Campbell in Chanel Couture. I was also dying for any semblance of color at this point and somehow this dress was among the most colorful

Jenna Ortega: The perfect combination of chanel tweed cropped blazer/mini skirt and the Wednesday Addams aesthetic. Which was interesting because I thought she was trying to move away from that but I don't care it was a successful look

Ava Max: Chanel was known for the haute couture bride, and this not only really captures that, it was one of the most and quite honestly only majorly dramatic looks of the night

Halle Bailey: She looked like a mermaid and I love that for her

Ashley Graham: I would have loved this look regardless, but after seeing the dress it was modeled after, I also think it was one of the best tributes of the night

Tems: Has she ever looked bad on a red carpet? Her headpieces are just getting bigger and more elaborate and I see nothing wrong with that.

Diddy: I love the drama + the floral cape, though I am left wondering how he didn't faint under all of that. Also, you can roast me all you want for captioning his post with Sean Combs but that's what was given to the AP so it's what I went with.

Shai Gilgeous Alexander: A final man who followed the theme and wore something interesting, arguably more interesting than some of the women. I actually think I like this look better without the coat over it.

#met gala #met gala 2023 #red carpet #fashion faves #fashion favorites #met gala favorites #to quote the princess diaries #your majesty paolo is exhausted

[saphushia]

I know very little about the DCU but everything about DP but for some reason your fic recs intrigued me and now I’m in dcxdp hell and I was wondering if you have more recommendations especially for finished fics 👀 you have opened a can of worms in my brain and I must feed them

ok but i literally got into this shit the same exact way aubdskjfg. literally fell ass deep into this from sheer curiosity barely knowing fuckin anything abt batman and now i've read more batman comics than i ever thought i would in my life.

anyways! yeah i think i've got a couple! apologize if there's a couple duplicates from my last recs i can't be bothered to go check it lmao

⭐= my absolute favorites

=ONESHOTS=

Late Night Talkin' [danny/dick] there-was-only-one-bed get-together wheremst danny n dick r hero partners

The Stiches That Bind Us Together [danny/dick] dick's not feeling well, so danny shows up at his apartment to take care of him. and danny knows well enough what hero-ing injuries look like to take a well-educated guess

Consequences danny + fear gas. bad combo

the case of the serial killer dick befriends wierd homeless teenager danny

It's a Small World Afterall [tim/danny] tim convinces danny to take him to amity on a date. he of course then gets kidnapped- by technus, of all people

Can You Fly Without Wings? circus gothica episode but danny gets taken all the way to gotham with freakshow

Cold nights and warm hands danny's sick, so dick of course invites him to stay at the manor, and they relax together

⭐Hollow the bats encounter one danny masters at a gala, and they're all immediately concerned about how blank the boy seems. danny's missing something, something important to him, and he's missing too much to even know what

Baby it's Cold Inside [tim/danny] danny unknowingly gets hit with cuddle pollen, and tim fulfills his boyfriend responsibility of providing snuggles

Surprise Halloween Haunting jason gets kidnapped to be a sacrifice in a ritual, and hijacks it to dial up a friend

4 Times Dick Grayson met Tim Drake's Partner +1 Time He Met Them All Together [tim/danny/tucker/sam] cute tim dating all the amity trio and confusing his brothers. also furry convention scene <3

⭐Bait and Switch thanks to a cult, danny ends up possessing jason, and neither are very happy about it

=FINISHED MULTI-CHAPTERS=

Last year, I starved. This year, I devour without guilt [danny/jason] danny takes one look at jason and decides he's in need of urgent ghost medical care, so he takes matters into his own hands

The Misadventures of Cosplay Man danny gets stuck in the DC universe for a little bit, so he goes around befuddling every villain and hero he comes across, with the power of bad cosplay.

⭐Satiate jason runs into danny while danny's having a little 'nice to meet you' ravenous brawl with the spirit of gotham. as ghosts do.

Vacation Crashers the fentons' camping trip goes south for all the usual ghost reasons, and that's before the batman crash lands in the middle of all of it. cue a teamup between jazz, danny, and all the bats, to take down vlad

Wanted: Dead and Alive tim rescues an injured teenager he found in a glowing green vat in an unknown experimental facility. proceeds to lose the injured teenager. loses his shit trying to find said teenager who is hiding way too effectively for a guy whose guts were on the floor a few days ago.

ok i'm only like halfway thru my bookmarks but i'm tired now kdsjbfgjkdsfg have fun~

#answers #fic rec #dcdp #nutrition-starts-with-nut

[vickwrites]

Ellooo ✨

I have a request from this video:

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8wPRR35/

Maybe something like the reader is a famous actress (Blake Lively type of outfits - all out for the met ) and Daniel is still not used to all the glam and media but he’s just happy to be there and support her.

Met star - Daniel Ricciardo

It was certainly not your first Met Gala, but it was Daniel's. Your outfits were always fan favorites so this year was no different. Daniel was excited, nervous about the event but excited to see you shine. You knew he was nervous so you tried to make sure he was as comfortable as possible. "Can you hold my arm while we climb the stairs, I dont think I can walk by myself."

You started making your way to the stairs, Daniel helping you walk, your dress being too big for you to walk alone. As you made your way up the carpet photographer took pictures of both you and Daniel, many pictures of just Daniel looking at you like you were the only other person there.

When you finally made your way to the top you finally faced Daniel, "How was it?" He was so in awe at you he almost didn't hear what you said. "It was amazing, thank you for bringing me." Seeing Daniel like this made you want to bring him along for every event you had.

#f1 one shot #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 smut #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fandom #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagines #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo fanfic

[aquidragon]

blue eyes and jazz and attitude

Rating: PG-13

TW(s): Potential innuendo to nsfw themes

Summary: You had been dependent on Leon for some brightness in the cruel world you both lived in, and he depended on you as well. After years of being close friends, Leon asks you an important question at a DSO-hosted gala. 

Category: Fluff with a sprinkle of angst and spice

Word Count: 1845 Note: I personally pictured re4r Leon from the cutscene of him at the start of the game for his appearance in this fic :)

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His blue eyes were always his most striking feature. A brilliant cyan, brighter than the sky and deeper than the ocean. Every single emotion he felt was reflected in his eyes, light like the sunlit waves of the Atlantic, or grim like restless waters before a hurricane. You felt yourself being pulled towards his daunting gaze, when it met yours from across the room. He smiled at you, his lips tugged in a half smirk. 

Leon wore a form fitting, dark navy suit that looked black at a distance. His blonde hair was combed nicely around his angular cheekbones. Every single woman he walked past, looked back to stare at him. You were even certain that you caught some men shooting the agent some glances, before anxiously turning their eyes back to their drinks. You almost laughed at the sight, the universal impact of agent Kennedy on people.

It was like he was a god amongst men. Untouchable, powerful, yet so alluring to stare at. You couldn’t blame them, as you were unable to avert your gaze. He stopped at your table, where you were slowly working on your champagne. The bubbly, pale flaxen liquid swished around your glass as he approached. Leon greeted you with a friendly wave, before taking the seat beside you. “You look lovely tonight,” your name always sounded like hot honey on his tongue. 

You looked back at him, mirroring his half-smug grin, resting your chin on your palm. “You  don’t look half bad yourself, Mr. Kennedy.” You purred playfully, teasingly lifting the hem of his trouser sleeve by his ankle with your foot. The blonde lifted his eyebrows, an amused huff escaping his nose. 

“Excuse me, sweetheart, but I think I look great.” Leon lifted a hand, gesturing a nearby waiter over. “Although, I don’t think I could pull off that dress you're wearing nearly as well.” His voice was a seductive, low tenor. His very tone sent delighted shivers down your spine, which tingled down to the ends of your fingertips. 

“I could easily wear the suit you have on, it’s not even a contest.” You teased back, as the waiter set down a glass besides Leon’s hand. It was a mixed drink, a drop of cola amongst a sea of amber whiskey. He quickly took a sip, letting out a delighted groan. 

“We can trade clothes later, if you want, doll.” He lifted his blue gaze over his glass, to look at you. “Although, I’d have to see you put it on, no funny business.” Leon took another drink, while your ears heated.

“Awfully scandalous, don’t you think?” You jested, through your flustered thoughts. “President’s favorite, and random communications agent? Human Resources won’t like that.” You decided to take a sip from your own alcoholic beverage,  the bubbles buzzed over your tongue. “How do you think people will react when they see us sneaking off to another, closed off room, during a company gala?” 

Leon snorted, looking at the nearby party goers, all dressed in their cocktail formal. “Who gives a shit, I outrank everyone in the room; practically.” He looked at you smugly, “including you.” 

Your eyes widened in faux dramatics, crossing one leg over the other. You could feel the fabric over your legs tighten. “Even more scandalous, I can’t be seen sneaking off with my superior. That’s certainly against the rules, Graham would have to fire his favorite agent.” You giggled, invested in your little back and forth. A commonality, in your vague relationship with Leon. 

“I can put in a good word.” Leon mumbled, looking into his glass. “I’d get demoted for you in a heartbeat, anyway, sweetheart.” His eyes lifted back to yours, in a dazzling flash of ice blue. “You know that.” 

You flushed, the flesh beneath your face heating significantly as your heart trembled.  “Maybe I should get promoted for you, instead.” 

This made the agent beside you double over in a brief burst of laughter, in a good nature. “Might have to rescue the President’s daughter from a parasite-infected, cultist village in Spain before you can reach my level.”

“You don’t think I can?” You jeered. 

Leon tapped his fingers on the white tablecloth, inspecting your frame, which made you shiver. You could feel his eyes piercing your skin like ice, making your heart pound against your chest like a deranged animal. “Perhaps with a little bit of training.” He concluded, sarcastically, finishing off his whiskey. 

You threw a crumpled up napkin at his forehead, gasping in mock offense. “Rude!” 

The faint, orchestral music from the quartet began to play. You recognized the ballroom melody, Dvorak’s Serenade for Strings in E Major, Tempo di valse. A waltz, which attracted most of the couples to the dance floor. You finished off your own drink, as the rhythm took an increase of tempo. Leon lifted an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. 

“Do you want to dance? I’m not much of a dancer, but-” 

You snorted, giving him a small grin through the napkin you had used to dry your lips. “With enough liquor in your system, anyone is a dancer.” You rose to your feet, offering him your hand, “I would be delighted to dance with you, Leon.” 

He grinned at your name, his larger, rougher hands taking yours eagerly. Without a second  thought, he guided you to the dance floor. His spare hand ghosted the small of you back as you reached the ballroom. Leon gave you a nervous smile, which you anxiously returned. Mirroring the actions of the dance partners around you, he pulled your body closer into his own. Your chest lightly pressed against his torso, the warmth of his skin seeped through your clothing. 

Clumsy, at first,  you slowly began to move your bodies together to the melody of the musical piece. Your black heels complemented his glossy, black dress shoes as you attempted to follow the proper steps. However, your heel met his right toe, making him hiss in pain. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” You whispered, loudly, eyes wide. 

“Maybe I should use high heels for a weapon instead of a knife.” Leon grumbled, before breaking into a chuckle. You joined his laughter, your voices melding together in a perfect harmony. Briefly, his forehead rested against yours, as his hand that was on your back wrapped around to the curve of your waist. You exhaled shakily, your emotions whirling around your mind and chest violently. 

“Come home with me,” his words were so quiet you almost didn’t hear them, “please.” Your name was so sweet against his lips, you yearned to taste it. 

Your fingers traced the rough, wool texture of his suit jacket. It was thick, yet breathable as well. You looked up at him, his blue eyes dug deeply though your thoughts, as his hold on your hand and waist tightened. “Okay, I will.” 

You had always found some solace in Leon, as he did in you. When you had first met him, you were a bright eyed, fresh out of college graduate. He was older than you, but you instantly connected. During your first mission together, yourself in the communications office, him in an presumed-abandoned lab established by Umbrella. Your playful banter with him allowed you both to find some brightness in the dim situation he was in. 

He had always told you that you provided light in his life. Especially after a hard mission, when he’d return to your apartment, beaten and battered. Once brilliant blues turned dull with exhaustion, and pain. You would sit with him, gently guiding your hand down his back, as he sat quietly beside you. Words didn’t need to be shared, you knew he just needed you to be there. To ground him, to remind him that there was still some good in the world. Even if you weren’t a perfect person, neither you nor Leon were able to escape the flaws that made you both human. 

You rested your head against his muscles felt firm, yet soft against your cheek. The music slowed to a stop, with the next song following quickly behind. This time, it was a slow, sultry jazz beat. The lights dimmed, and shifted colors. Soft yellow transformed into a shade of cool blue with a subtle fade. Leon had stopped trying to dance with you, instead, opting for a gentle sway of your bodies linked together. 

“Y’know, you and I should get together.” He murmured into your ear, slowly, sincerely. “For real, I don’t give a damn about fraternization policies, or any bullshit like it.” Your nerves bristled, his volume no louder than a whisper. 

You looked up at him, your eyes dewy. “Leon,” you bit your lip, apprehensive, “are you sure?” 

He laughed, giving you a gentle, kind smile. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.” 

You glanced at the party goers  around you, too tuned into the music, and murmuring in a low chatter. You really only recognized a few of them, from the hallways of the DSO between offices. The company must’ve been large, judging on the miniscule amount of people you knew. They didn’t know you, but they certainly knew Leon. You had noticed stolen glances from many people, looking over at the prestigious agent, and some unknown agent from home command. 

Something deep inside you burned, you may not be known as your position as a communication agent. You could, however, be known as belonging to agent Kennedy. As well as agent Kennedy being all to yourself, despite all the prying eyes. He could be yours, and you could be his. Your mind twisted delightfully at the thought, as butterflies tickled your stomach and your heart fluttered deep somewhere in your ribcage. 

“Kiss me,” you blurted, quietly. “Kiss me right now, and I’ll be yours.” 

Leon blinked, your boldness had caught him off guard. However, he was always quick to recover. With a mixture of smug delight, he grinned, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’ve waited for far too long,” he exhaled deeply. Slowly, he leaned to press his lips against your own. In a passionate, yet controlled kiss. 

You couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth as you kissed him back. His lips tasted like whiskey, with subtle hints of honey and his favorite mint gum. You briefly ran your hands over his broad shoulders, the textured fabric of his navy suit jacket tickling your palms. After a frantic heartbeat, or two, you separated. You could feel the eyes of party goers on you, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, instead, wrapped up in brilliant cobalt looking directly at you.  

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” You leaned up to whisper into his ear, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. “I’m feeling a bit tired of this party.” 

Leon’s chuckle was breathless, as if he were holding his breath while he kissed you. “I like the sound of that.” He winked at you, “drinks are on me.”

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Part Two, perhaps? Let me know! Thanks for reading! 

Reblogs greatly appreciated 

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy angst #reader insert #leon kennedy reader insert #resident evil 4

[marzipanandminutiae]

what were your fav met gala looks from last year?

followup: i feel like last year billie eilish really understood the theme

She did! To the point where she's one of the few I can remember, actually.

If only someone taught her how to pose for the outfit. She's leaning forward or hunched weirdly or doing strange things with her hands in every photo, which works in fully modern clothes, but not so much with "Gilded AgeTM." But we can't have everything

Very "A Bar In The Folies-Bergere"-core

I feel like Lizzo also understood the assignment, surprising no-one:

Definitely making me think I've seen that pattern on a damascene letter opener before, or a lacquerwork table.

No idea who this is, but at least she doesn't look boring (EDIT I have been informed that this, and the pic below it, are Blake Lively. And this is not from 2022. Oh well; great dress anyway):

whoever this was, I remember seeing a better angle of the dress and thinking "yeah okay that's passably Victorian-inspired, and the Verdegrised Copper look is cool"

Quannah Chasinghorse looked stunning in jewelry I'm told was inspired by various Native designs from the same time period (roughly 1870s-1910s). Understanding the assignment from a different cultural angle, which I love:

Overall, though, I was disappointed in how many people didn't get that by Gilded Glamour, they meant the Gilded Age, a specific time period that almost nobody chose to riff on. like, my sister sends me Jessica Chastain's outfit every year because she played my favorite character in my favorite movie, and while it was lovely, it also felt very "1930s charlatan medium." An excellent Look, but not exactly on-theme era-wise:

Overall, Victorian Met Gala opportunity thoroughly missed

#met gala #met gala 2022

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, May 12, 2024

My posts

Your head is hurting and your wifi is out because the biggest solar flare/geomagnetic storm in 20 years hit this weekend. I didn’t actually get to see the aurora borealis, but apparently it really did come down as far as Alabama. 

I admit that this was an extremely glib reply. But like, Athena specifically doesn’t like people claiming they’re better than her, so you can imagine the carnage when you throw in two more goddesses as well.  

(I feel like that post happened a month ago. This week has felt so ungodly long.)

Reblogs of interest

Hot Vintage Lady Bracket: Round 6. Eight polls. Poll Mod immediately chose violence and put Marilyn Monroe against Hedy Lamarr. Since Ava Gardner is out (actual shockers: Greta Garbo and Rita Hayworth are also gone), I was going to say “I’m just Chaos Elmo Flames Dot Gif about it all” but now I’m just scared. 

(Why would you ask us, a hot vintage poll blog, this)

Dracula Daily is in full swing again, and you can eat along!

The Met Gala was honestly decent this year! I reblogged only (some of) the ones I liked, including some of the construction details and a lot of Zendaya, although my favorite might have been Rebecca Ferguson with the crows. 

A while back and not what he wore to the Gala, but: Lil Nas X looking beautiful in a rose garden.

Hozier Watch 2024: I really thought there wasn’t going to be anything else and then he was like, “Oh I should probably put out a video for my accidental international #1.” I am entirely disgruntled that he was here last weekend and I couldn’t go. 

From the top of the week, Drake vs. Kendrick Lamar: An explainer. Also, Kendrick recs.

MrBeast is living in a joyless hell of his own making, and I at least understand now why he has always freaked me out. 

So anyway noted plagiarist James Somerton is alive and well on Twitter, where he’s... well, he sure is there. The words “hole posting” are involved. Another explainer for you. 

Lynda Carter proves she’s on Tumblr

We put our faith in BLAST HARDCHEESE

Peace and love on planet Earth and also in the Uber

“thinking about middle aged gay love is like. we have a future and we have time”

While there are merits to this concern, “Writers should all clown on Americans by making up places in THEIR country” doesn’t really sting when we’re all like “Yeah we love doing that!!!” I personally give you all permission to make up as many wackadoodle state names as you want. You can have West Mainolina for free. 

Meanwhile in Alabama: Bad, bad Leroy Brown, the baddest fish in the whole damn town

RIP Walnut the crane: “The Bride”

Dinosaurs are terrible lizards

Teaching consent is a many-faceted thing

Become ungovernable: grill edition

Video

Galadriel’s opening Fellowship of the Ring monologue, but it’s the Deep South (U.S.). “Across the county line in Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron made his self another ring outta everything mean the devil put in him.” Absolutely pitch perfect. 

Also pitch perfect: Wellness influencers with terrible advice

“Mooom, the chocolate alchemist has an accomplice now!”

I will always reblog cheetah sounds

The Collage Atlas: a hand-drawn game on Steam

The sacred texts

South Canada. South South Canada. Canada A Bit to the Left

I think I’ve listed this compilation of parody lyrics (”I’m sorry Ms. Jackson/I am four eels”) before, but there’s more now

“Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue”

Personal tags of the week

Scrungly and, as a related topic, Belphegor the Devon rex kitten.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

[l-starlight-l]

Brothers and Books

A/n: this is a female reader one, and it’s on the longer side but I hope it’s still good. A few batboys and Steph pop up.

Warning: light swearing

Description: you get invited to a gala at the Wayne manor but you spend it reading with Jason

Pairings: Jason Todd x fem!reader

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:Reference:

—————————————————————————— One of you favorite things about going over to the Wayne manor is that the library is one of the biggest you’ve ever seen. You could spend years in there and would still have books to read. You and Jason spent a lot of time in there together. Reading was his favorite thing to do, so you made it yours. Most days with him were spent quietly sitting together noses deep in a book. It may sound boring but it made you happy.

Bruce had invited you to one of his famous galas and you happily accepted. Jason talked shit about a lot of people but you never heard him talk bad about Bruce. After everything he had been through you could tell Jason respected Bruce and loved him, even if he would never admit it. “Hey babe, you excited for tonight” you asked as you heard footsteps walk closer to the bathroom where you were getting ready. “Yeah i guess” a deep gloomy voice answered. “You guess?” You asked with worry while coming out of the bathroom, struggling to put an earring on. You walked over to Jason who set a motorcycle helmet on the kitchen counter. He reached over to your face and fixed your earring. “You look amazing love” he said smiling down at you, hand lingering by your cheek. He pulled you face close to his “why don’t we stay here and have a fun night” he seductively whispered against your lips. You pushed him back, “this is the first fancy party I’ve been invited to, there’s no way im missing it” you argued. “so you choose those rich snobs over me, I see how it is” he pouted, acting offended. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your purse and coat. “Yeah I really do, sorry babe” you kissed his cheek and made your way to the door., he whined but followed you out.

When you arrived at the Wayne manor it was packed. You and Jason locked arms and made your way in to find Bruce, who was surrounded by women “He’s such a playboy” Jason said shaking his head. “Seems to run in the family” you said chuckling, Jason put a hand to his chest and gasped “how dare you”. “Excuse me lady’s but I must attend to my son and his lovely partner here” Bruce  announced while parting the sea of ladies in front of him. “Thank you so much for coming” Bruce said while hugging you. “Thank you for inviting us” you said smiling, “shes been talking about it all week” Jason whispered to him. You elbows him lightly, embarrassed. They both laughed and Bruce said “well I hope you two can enjoy yourselves, I’ve got a party to entertain so I’ll be leaving you”. He left and the women swarmed him again. As you were walking away a cat ran in front of you, almost knocking you over. Just as you found your balance a younger boy came running by you pushing you over again. “Todd have you seen a back and white cat” the boy said with urgency. “Watch it demon brat you almost ran her over” Jason said while you fell back. “Your useless” he says while running in the same direction of the cat.  A shorter dark haired man caught you. “You okay miss” he asked looking down at you. “Oh um yeah thank you for catching me” you muttered embarrassed. “anything for such a beautiful women such as your self” the amn said trying to charm you. Jason grabbed you, “she’s taken dick beat it” he said angrily. “Oh calm down dude, I was just being polite” dick said winking at you. “Yeah whatever” Jason muttered pulling you away from him. “Is that your older brother, i don’t think I’ve ever I met him” you questioned. “That’s probably for the best” he said frustrated. You two walked over to the opposite side of the ballroom. “Jesus if we see anymore of my siblings we’re leaving” you giggled and Jason went to grab you guys some drinks. You felt awkward just being by yourself. You looked around for a familiar face and saw Tim also standing by himself. You walked over to him and said hello. “Hey I didn’t know you were gonna be here” he said excited to see you. “this is my first gala, it’s been quite fun so far” you grinned. A blonde boy walked up to him and Tim smiled “hi I’m Bernard Tim’s boyfriend” he declared. you shook his hand and looked over at Tim who was blushing. “Oh well hello, I didn’t knwo Timmy here had a boyfriend”, you looked between them. “You two make a cute pair” you added. You guys talked for a little until Jason came back. The boys left so you and Jason talked for a bit.

Jason noticed that you looked uncomfortable, “what’s wrong” he asked, “oh nothing I’m fine” you brushed him off. “you sure?” He pushed, “You can’t lie to me I’m a detective”. You rolled your eyes “these shoes are hurting my feet” you admitted. “I have an idea” he said with a mischievous smirk. He took your hand and the two of you snuck out of the ball room. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to a very familiar door. “Up for some reading babe?” He asked looking down at you. “always” you replied. he pushed the doors open and set you down on the sofa in the library. You took you heels off and began to search for a book. By the time you found one Jason was already on the couch reading. You crawled up to lay on he chest. He slightly moved his book so you could fit. You two sat there reading for the rest of the gala. After a while you noticed Jason had fallen asleep. You set your book down and cuddled in to him, falling asleep a few minutes later.  A certain blonde vigilante had found you two the next morning and snapped a few pictures. Now Jason would never hear the end of it form his team, although he didn’t mind to much.

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Spoken For

AN: I was supposed to post the Met Gala chapter but 🤪🤪🤪

Requested? By my bby HCH (that being said my requests are CLOSED, the concept she sent me fit into a chapter so I wrote it)

Warnings: smut, breifly/territorial Jack and Miriam if you squint

Word Count: 2.9k words

Jack leaned against his car waiting for Miriam to come out of her parents' private jet. A flight attendant opened the plane door, revealing Miriam struggling with Daisy's leash. The two year old puppy saw Jack and nearly knocked down Miriam from the excitement. 

"Girl, can you fucking wait?" She scolded Daisy. Her dog whined, tugging at the leash. "Fine, vete con él."

Miriam let go of the leash, allowing Daisy to run down the steps and straight into Jack's arm. She rolled her eyes and turned back to grab all her things. It wasn't much, just her small purse, backpack and several garment bags for Jack that she brought from New York. 

His team got him a last minute cover for Wonderland Magazine to help promote his album. The one issue was that his stylist was working that weekend with another client. Luckily Jack remembered that he's raw-dogging a fashion icon who happened to be free that weekend, so he hit up Miriam. After promising some head, she flew to Louisville on her parents' private jet. 

Jack helped Daisy into the backseat, putting up a divider so she wouldn't get in the front and take Miriam's spot in the passenger side. She whined and pawed at the divider. To make her feel better he gave her the puppuccino he got for her. He walked up to Miriam and took the garment bags and her backpack, putting everything in the trunk while she thanked the pilots and flight attendants. 

It gave Jack a chance to take her in. She wore a monochromatic baby blue outfit. She wore a cropped Prada puffer coat with a matching bandeau top and leggings, finishing off the look with blue and white New Balance sneakers he got her. He shamelessly stared at her ass. It was one of his top three favorite features of hers. His other two were her boobs and smile, and their rankings changed depending what she wore. 

"Is that everything?" He asked her, opening the door for her. 

"Yeah," she said, clicking the seatbelt. 

"I got you a matcha and made sure that the ice was on the side so you don't give me shit because it watered down." Jack motioned at the cups in the cup holder. 

"Thank you." Miriam leaned over to kiss his cheek. 

She poured her drink into the other cup full of ice. She capped it and swirled her drink before taking a generous sip. It really hit the spot. Her third eye opened up, all her chakras aligned, her nipples hardened, and her insides fluttered. 

"Fuck that made me wet." She moaned as she took another sip. 

"Let me feel," Jack said. 

"Not literally." She giggled.

"Okay, but I still wanna touch you." He shrugged. 

Miriam rolled her eyes and shifted so that he could reach over with ease. Without looking away from the road, he cupped her over leggings. Then he slid his hand in her top. He squeezed her breasts and tugged at her nipples, earning a whimper. 

He smirked, "I bet you're wet now."

"It's not like you can do anything about it." Miriam said, removing his hand from her breasts and placing it on her thigh. 

"You think we can ask the flight crew to let us use your parents' jet for ten minutes?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"No, I can't be late." She said, motioning to get driving. 

Jack rolled his eyes and started the car. They made a pit stop at his house to drop off Daisy. Then they arrived at the house where the photoshoot was going to take place. 

Miriam grabbed the garment bags and went with the director and crew while Jack went to hang out in his trailer with his friends. One of the crew members waved Jack over to explain the photoshoot to him. They wanted to take all the outdoor/ pictures that needed outdoor lighting first because once it's noon, the lighting changes. After they were taking a break then finishing the rest of the shoot indoors. 

Miriam followed him to the changing room so she could help him into the first outfit and alter it if necessary. She waved at Jack’s crew, trying to not roll her eyes at them. After the Grammys, Clay told her in detail what went down the night he performed at the club. Jack was pretty vague about it and just said some of them had sided with Neelam and talked shit about her. She knew Jack wasn't being as honest mostly to protect her feelings and his friends because of everything they did to help him accomplish his goals. So Miriam kept to herself and avoided any interactions with them if she could. She was fine with Jack's friends that stayed in Louisville. It was the ones that followed him everywhere he went just to post about flying in a private jet that they didn't pay for were the ones that had a problem with her.

She shrugged off her puffer coat and draped it over the chair that had Jack's backpack. When she slipped in the changing area with her phone and sewing kit. She dropped to her knees to fix the khakis Jack had changed into. 

"Let me see your tits." Jack whispered.

"No!" Miriam shook her head. 

"Please, throw me a bone." He pleaded.

"I'm working." She said sternly. 

Jack pouted; he wasn't asking for much; he just wanted to see her chest. From the angle he had a great view of Miriam's cleavage. It didn't help that her hands were touching his crotch area to fix the pants. 

"Okay, you're good." She said, standing up. 

She got out and passed the guys. 

"Yo, what happened to your back?" Urban asked Miriam, noting the big purple-green bruise covering her right shoulder blade. 

"Oh, I fell off a tree during shooting." She shrugged. "It looks worse than what it is."

She was catching Urban on all the srunts she was doing when one of the crew members came with a clothing rack so Miriam could hang all the clothes for the shoot. Jack was exclusively wearing all Tommy Hilfiger from the Fall 2022 collection for the shoot. Yesterday afternoon Miriam spent several hours at the Tommy Hilfiger headquarters, styling and going through several articles of clothing for the shoot. She facetimed Jack so he could get some idea of what the photoshoot was going to be like. She showed him a few jackets and noticed a twinkle in his eyes when she showed him some. She took it upon herself to buy some of them for him since the clothes were technically borrowed.

A makeup artist came into the dressing room, nearly knocking Miriam over with her large makeup case. She made their way to introduce herself to Jack. The whole time she was giggling at everything that came out of Jack's mouth. She found some excuse to be in his personal space and touch him every three seconds. Jack wasn't reciprocating any of her attempts to flirt. 

After that he and Miriam made their way to where he was getting his pictures taken. 

An hour or so later, they were finishing up the last of the outdoor pictures. It was one of Jack in white pants and a blue button down. He took some at the edge of the pool, but now they wanted him in the pool leaning against the edge. Miriam sat on a chair watching the pictures as they appeared on the monitor. They took about seven of those, then the director called for an hour break. 

Jack changed into the sweats and black tank top he wore earlier when he arrived. Miriam sat in the corner reading a PDF of a book she downloaded, half listening to what Jack's friends were talking about. All she gathered was that someone was hosting a rooftop party the next day.

"I guess you can bring Miriam." KY told Jack in an annoyed tone.

"I mean you're not the one hosting, why should I be asking you if I could bring my partner. " Jack said, not looking from his phone. He typed something in his phone then patted Miriam's thigh. "Our doordash is here." 

Miriam looked up and made eye contact with Urban who shared the same confused look as her. But she got up and followed him. While he was changing in-between sessions he asked her to order Qdoba for them. His friends ordered Chick-fil-A, but neither wanted that. 

Jack pulled out his wallet and handed the delivery person a twenty and thanked them for bringing his order. He opened the back door of his car so they could get in the backseat. 

"You okay?" Miriam asked him, climbing onto his lap. 

"Just tense, it's been a long week." He leaned back in the seat. 

"Wanna see my chichis." She asked, taking advantage of his dark tinted windows and the black sunshade. 

"I would really appreciate that." He said softly. 

She pushed down her bandeau, freeing her breasts. Jack reached over with both hands and cupped them. He gently massaged her breasts, rubbing her nipplesbwith his thumbs. Once he finished playing with them, he brought his hands down to her ass. With both hands, he kneaded her ass and then pressed her down on the growing tent of his pants. 

Miriam held his face as she leaned down to kiss his lips. They moaned into each other's mouths as Jack kept moving Miriam’s hips on him. He held them in place and pushed his hips up for a different sensation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally let them go and wrapped his arms around her waist as they continued their makeout session. Occasionally, Miriam pulled away to nip and suck his neck and collarbones. 

Twenty minutes later, both their stomachs rumbled in hunger, reminding them neither have touched their quesadillas from Qdoba. 

"You got me looking like a fucking jaguar." Jack said, holding his phone up to see all the hickies Miriam gave him. "I have to finish the photoshoot you know." 

"Well good thing you have a very friendly makeup artist that is looking for a reason to touch you." She said, dipping a tortilla chip in the spicy queso. 

"Are you jealous?" He asked in a teasing tone. 

Miriam laughed sarcastically. "Please, I have nothing to be jealous of. I was just leaving a little reminder that you're spoken for."

*

Jack checked his phone, cursing at the time. He went out to dinner with Miriam before they headed out to the party one of his friends was hosting. On the way to the party they drove back to Jack's house because Miriam didn't feel like her outfit would vibe with the party and needed to change. He gave her fifteen minutes to get ready. It had been over half an hour. 

He got out and went inside. He went upstairs and didn't see her in either her closet or their bedroom. He noticed the kitchen light on and went there. Thankfully she was already dressed, but she was sitting on the kitchen counter eating dino nuggets.

"Last I checked, your clothes weren't in the kitchen." Jack said, startling her. 

"Me asustaste!" Miriam exclaimed, holding her chest. 

"We agreed on fifteen minutes." He said, tapping his watch. 

"I was ready in fifteen minutes. I just got hungry." She said, defensively. 

"Why do you only get a side salad and a side of mac and cheese when we go to a steakhouse?" He asked her, thinking back to when they were at the restaurant and she only got that plus she asked for the bread basket to be refilled twice. 

"I don't like how steak is prepared." She shrugged, finishing the last of her nuggets. 

"Since when? You invited me to a barbecue and we ate steaks?" He pointed out. 

"It was not a barbecue, it was a carne asada. The meat we had was super thin and properly cooked, unlike the shit you had earlier. I swear I heard it moo every time you cut into it." Miriam said, cleaning up the air fryer and washing her plate. 

"Ready?" Jack asked her. 

She nodded, walking in front of him. Jack finally noticed that she changed into a short and tight black long sleeve sheer dress with a black bra and thong set under it. He watched her ass jiggle, so naturally he walked ahead of her and smackex her ass as he passed her

"Ow!" She squealed, rubbing where he smacked her. "Bro you left me a mark!"

"I was just leaving a little reminder that you're spoken for." He said, repeating her response from the day before when she gave him several hickies. 

Her plan ended up working. The makeup artist avoided making eye contact with Miriam after she saw the hickies. She didn't even laugh at Jack's jokes. So she had nothing to add to that. 

The drive to where the party was wasn't long. What did take long was finding a parking spot. Luckily a car was pulling out of a spot and let them have it. When they reached the rooftop, the party was in full swing. 

"Is that la chichona?" Aleena yelled, getting Miriam's attention.

"Alee!" Miriam squealed, pulling Jack towards her. She wrapped her arms around Aleena. "Bitch I missed you!"

"I missed you too!" She said. Then she nodded at Jack. "Harlow."

"Aleena." He nodded back solemnly. He leaned into Miriam with his hand on her ass as he whispered, "I'm gonna do a lap. Do you wanna come or stay with Al?" 

"I'm staying with Aleena." She said, undoing some of the buttons on his polo so his hickies could be seen. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. "See you in a bit." 

Jack pointed a finger at Aleena. "Don't get Miriam drunk." 

Aleena nodded, giving him a toothless smile. Jack gave Miriam a peck then walked to where Urban and his other friends were. Knowing he was still in earshot, Aleena yelled. "Miriam, let's take shots!"

*

They've been making out against the front door for the past fifteen minutes. They were at the party for an hour. They watched the fireworks from some baseball game and drove home. When they rushed out of the car, only to stay outside to dry hump each other. Miriam lightly pushed him against his door and she let her hand wander down, gently palming him as he grew harder in her hand. 

"You're distracting me." Jack said, pulling away to unlock the door. 

"Ugh, fine, leave your girlfriend wet." She pulled away, pouting, so he could open the door. 

Jack didn't waste a second when the door opened. He picked her up and carried her to the couch where they resumed their make out session. 

They urgently kissed as Jack struggled to get his pants down. Miriam broke their kiss and awkwardly got off his lap, so they could remove their clothes. He lifted his hips and dragged his pants and boxer-briefs down. He pulled Miriam back to his lap. They resumed their kissing, hips rubbing against each other as their desperation grew. 

He ran his thumb on her sensitive nipples. Miriam leaned back, giving him better access, and quietly moaned out as he gently nipped under her breasts. Both of his hands were on her nipples, twisting and rubbing them. His tongue traced the pert peaks. 

"I wanna ride you." Miriam moaned, feeling his teeth gently bite her nipples. 

"Go 'head." He nodded, leaning back into the couch so she could have more room. 

Miriam whimpered as Jack coated himself with her arousal before lowering her down his length. He pulled her arms around his shoulders. Then his hands controlled her hips at the pace he wanted her to ride him. 

After a few minutes, Jack’s hands wandered away from her hips. He lazily made figure eights on her with his middle finger while his other hand was toying with her breasts. Miriam pushed herself against his chest and quickened the pace she rode him. She dug her nails into his biceps as her climax neared. 

“Harder, Jack,” she barely managed to make out.

Jack brought her face down and captured her lips. He halted their movements and they just kissed. Miriam was so caught up with his kisses that she didn’t realize that Jack had lifted her up and had her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him and he roughly thrusted into her. His thrusts are now slow; painfully slow. Jack rolled his hips into her, earning yet another moan. 

“Jack!” she panted, slowly meeting his thrusts. 

“I love you so much Miriam,” he grunted in her ear. She was barely able to respond to him other than with a breathless pant. 

Miriam gripped shoulders and his hands went to the sides of her face. They lovingly looked at each other as he continued to fuck into her. He looked at her lips before leaning down to kiss her. Her orgasm took her by surprise once more as Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and gently lifted her hips and slowly slid in and out of her at a new angle

Once her high came down, she patted his shoulder, letting him know that he could keep going until he came. It didn’t take much for Jack to reach his climax. He buried his face into her neck and mumbled breathless ‘I love yous.’ He sat them down on the couch, exhausted. 

“Not be that person, but you haven't eaten me out, Jack” Miriam said, after a few minutes of silence while they tried to catch their breath.

“I never said when I was gonna go down on you.” he clarified. “I just said I would.”

“Wow, it's like that.” she fake-sniffled.

“I just fucked you senseless, give me a fucking second to catch my breath so we can go at it.”

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⭐️ Met Gala 2024 Review ⭐️

all in all this was not my favorite theme we’ve seen but i do think it had some of the second best looks (after Heavenly Bodies of course).

this year’s Met Best Dressed for me were hard to decide so i have a couple.

not for theme or campiness but for my pure enjoyment and how they embodied the energy of walking a carpet

and these are my little awards and feelings:

⭐️ Duos goes to the Smith

I just really love how fearlessly Jaden wears less traditional menswear on a carpet and how stunning and effortless Willow is. They are also one of the few pairs not completely matching or completely opposite. Their outfits somehow rhyme.

⭐️ Most Creative Take on Theme Goes to Tyla

with a theme like Gardens of Time, i think it can be hard to not lean to heavily on cliche. Yes we’re are gonna see flowers, yes we are gonna see clocks and watches. But the use of SAND and and hourglass fit not only the Met’s theme, but also Tyla laid back beachy vibes in her music and artistry. Also that’s just an absolute slay.

⭐️ Best Dressed Gent goes to Colman Domingo

I will never give flowers to a man in a plain black suit. i don’t care that the Met Gala is a black tie event. If you bore me you bore fashion and that is what this event is all about. Colman Domingo not only elevated standard menswear but also looked so so so damn fine doing it.

⭐️ Best Dressed Lady goes to Da’Vine Joy Randolph

Denim. DEMIN. To make DENIM look elegant and extravagant taste extreme talent on the designer. But also as a plus sized woman Da’Vine is making a statement whether she meant to or not. Big bodies are beautiful and ravishing and adorned. The mundane can be extraordinary and denim can be a ballgown.

Mid Met Makeover goes to Zendaya

I think we all knew Zendaya would make the list. I knew we’d get multiple looks. I knew they would be on theme. But to be so severe with such a clean serve TWICE is a talent worth noting.

And finally

Most on Theme Gent goes to Barry Keoghan

Barry, Barry, timeless and beautiful you are. This ensemble looks as if it fell right out of the book that inspired the theme. Bring back fashion from a different time to remind us that fashion never dies, it cycles.

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Full Moons and Friday Nights

Beau Simpson x Original Character Story

It doesn’t take long for any cop to figure out that full moons and Friday nights are a bad combination. Full moons generally bring the crazy out in people. Now throw a Friday night into the mix, when the bars are open late and no one has to get up early for work and that makes for a busy night. Patrol Officer Ryan Reagan doesn’t mind though- after nearly 20 years on the police force she has learned to love nights like that- bouncing from one call to the next makes her shifts fly by.

She could have made detective years ago and had passed on a promotion to sergeant last year, something that drives her father crazy. He retired as the chief of police and thinks that a cop isn’t a cop unless they climb through the ranks. Not Ryan though- she loves being out on the streets, in the thick of things and getting her hands dirty.

Tonight Ryan doesn’t have to worry about it. She has the night off for a change. It’s her brother Joe’s birthday and she is meeting his friend Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson to raise a glass in his honor. It’s the same thing they have done for the past 8 years- met up at The Brass Bullet to reminisce and tell their favorite Joe stories over a drink.

As usual Ryan was running late as she pulled into the packed parking lot and found a parking spot for her black and gold 1970 el Camino. The car had been left to her in Joe’s will, it had been his pride and joy. Upon exiting the car and hitting the door lock she spotted Beau’s sleek Jaguar convertible already in the parking lot- yet again he had beat her there….Great she thought, he’s never going to let me live down being late.

Walking through the door of the Bullet Ryan had to weave her way through a large group and noticed a man and woman standing near the entrance having what seemed to be a very heated argument. Never one to forget her police training, she mentally took note of the two as she made her way to where Beau was sitting towards the back of the bar.

“Annie I think you’d be late to your own funeral” Beau said by way of a greeting. Ryan flipped him the middle finger in response- Beau laughed as he stood to wrap her in a quick hug. He wasn’t typically an affectionate man, but when it came to Ryan he just couldn’t help himself. “You go to the gun range with me one time and decide to change my name huh?” Asked Annie. Beau belly laughed and replied “honey you will forever be my Annie Oakley and you know it”.

Ever the gentleman Beau pulled Ryan’s chair out for her. “Here” Beau said as he pushed a glass of amber colored liquid her way. “In honor of Joe, a Seagrams 7 in 7” he explained. Ryan grimaces as she takes a sip- “blech, I can’t believe he liked this shit.” They both laughed and then Beau’s expression changed as he said “I can’t believe he’s been gone 8 years. It seems like just yesterday we met at the academy. You would have never known we hadn’t always been best friends. Annie, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought-damnit Joe if you had just gone into aviation with me and not wanted to join the fucking SEALS you might still be here.”

“I know” Ryan said, “it seems like yesterday that dad showed up at the precinct to tell me that Joe had been shot and killed.” She wiped at a fallen tear before saying “we both know that when Joe made up his mind about something there was no stopping him, you couldn’t have changed his mind if you had tried.” Neither Beau or Ryan knew the specifics of the mission Joe had been on, only that something had gone wrong and Joe had ended up paying the ultimate sacrifice.

Ryan took another sip of her drink taking the time to really looking at Beau. She had not seen him since she ended up being his plus one at some stuffy Navy gala two months ago and while he was as put together as usual, there was a tiredness about him. He had bags under his eyes and when he smiled it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I was afraid you weren’t gonna make it back in time to meet tonight” she told Beau. He sighed and said “I honestly wasn’t sure either. You know I can’t give you details but this mission was grueling and I feel like I’ve aged 10 years this past month. Annie, I almost lost 2 men and it really made me think about things; about losing Joe and my feelings for you”….Ryan sucked in and breath and interrupted Beau whispering “what feelings for me?”

“Isn’t it obvious” he says? “Sometime over the last 8 years I’ve started to care about you as more than a friend. It took Maverick and Rooster almost dying for me to realize I can’t go another day without you knowing that I love everything about you Ryan! I love”…Beau’s sentence is cut off by the man and woman by the doors starting to argue loudly again. This causes Ryan to shake her head saying “Fucking full moons and Friday nights”- Beau raised an eyebrow in a questioning response. “Nothing good happens on a full moon Friday night” she explained making Beau laugh.

Ryan sits a little straighter in her chair as she waits for Beau to continue. it is as if the room suddenly gets quiet and no one else exists except for her and Beau. Ryan leans closer to Beau as he picks up where he had been interrupted.

“As I was saying” he begins, “I love your raunchy sense of humor, the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh, I love the fact that you drink whiskey in a shitty bar because you know it was Joe’s favorite place to spend his nights off. I even love the fact that I’m the first person you think to call when something breaks at your house. Annie I know I risking looking like a fool if you don’t feel the same way but damnit I’m not gonna risk something happening to me without you at least knowing how I feel”.

Ryan looks at Beau and he can see the shock in her eyes…her expression softens and her eyes darken as she opens her mouth to respond when a woman screams out “get your hands off me”! A glass breaks and the same woman shouts for help.

Before Beau can even turn in his chair to see what’s going on Ryan has jumped up ordering him to call 911 while she started making her way to the front in attempt to break up the fight. Beau does as he’s told and once relaying the needed information to the 911 dispatcher he quickly heads to the front of the bar to check in Ryan.

Beau’s heart stopped at the sight before him…. Ryan straddling the back of the a guy twice her size and blood trickling out of a cut to her lip- an injury she got trying to deescalate the altercation. Ryan and Beau lock eyes as flashing lights began to reflect through the windows of the bar signaling that the Calvary had arrived.

An hour and a half later, after statements had been given and arrests had been made the pair were leaning against the el Camino in the parking lot. “Fucking full moons and Friday nights huh” Beau says with a chuckle as he grabs Ryan’s hand giving it a squeeze. She laughs at him shrugging her shoulders and said “I tried to tell you”! They lock eyes and Ryan says “you know Beau I’m honestly glad you told me how you feel tonight because I was starting to think maybe I was a fool to hope for something more with you than going to a stuffy gala here it there and you being my Mr. Fix-it”. Beau smiles and stays “why don’t we”…..when they hear screeching of tires and the sound of crunching metal and glass as a car crashes into the street light in front of the bar. “Fucking full moons and Friday nights” Ryan yells as she takes off running to check on the driver

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[magical-awesome-kid]

You know, I have just thought of A Thing.

So, like, Superheroes always have to deal with "How do you two know each other when there is no feasible way a billionaire in city A knows a scientist from a completely different city" But, like, once that one connection has been established, the sidekicks can just be like "My parent wanted me to make friends and their co-worker had a kid my age."

Like, in the case of DC (because I was looking at Batfam stuff), once Bruce has produced this convoluted connection between Bruce and the League members outside of the masks, the sidekicks are all like "Yeah our parental figure set us up on a playdate."

Someone, looking at Dick, a well-known Gotham elite, hanging out with a redhead from Central and a brunette from Greece: So how did you all meet?

Dick, remembering forming the Teen Titans: We wanted to piss off our adult figures.

Wally: In our defense, they put us in a room and didn't leave us with proper supervision.

Donna, nodding: We blew things up together because I got outvoted on the blood pact.

The person, concerned: And... who are your... 'adults?'

Dick: Bruce, obvi. Wally's Uncle, who met Bruce when he was at an event in Central or something, and Donna's sister, who met Bruce at some Gala a few years ago. I don't keep track.

*Later*

Tim, with Bart, Cassie, and Kon: Bart is Wally's cousin, Cassie is Donna's cousin, and Connor is related to Clark Kent, one of Bruce's favorite reporters.

Cassie: Our siblings/cousins were trying to get rid of us, but we ended up finding Connor and decided to blow some stuff up.

Someone: Yup, that checks out.

*MORE Later*

Jason, back from the dead: Yeah so Roy is Oliver's kid, so we, of course, we had to form a 'bad boys' club.

Roy: And girls.

Jason: And girls. Kori dated Dick, but then we stole her.

Kori: We blew things up as part of some sort of tradition!

Someone: *turns around and walks away*

*Even MORE later*

Damian:

Jon:

Someone: ...let me guess. Your parents or siblings know each other? And you became friends over blowing something up?

Damian: -tt- I knew we forgot something. Jonathan! We must secure explosives!

Jon: ON IT!

Someone: You know what, I should stop trying to figure out how people know each other. I think the Fire Department will thank me.

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