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heartbuckles · 10 months
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Literally these two, like y’all where asked to fight not homoerotically roll around in the sand together 😭😭💀
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wheels-of-despair · 1 year
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Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist
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Summary: Even though you hate shopping, you decide it's time to go see a lady about a dress or twelve. Words: 1.5k
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You'd never been particularly interested in fashion. You knew that you liked certain colors, and that some fabrics were itchy, and some dresses were prettier than others. But you'd mostly just worn what your mother bought for you. She'd once grown so frustrated with you as a teen, for daring to complain after being forced to try on every dress in the store, that she vowed never to take you back.
You were overjoyed. Instead of spending entire days sweating in dressing rooms with strangers poking and prodding you, your mother's favorite seamstress would come take your measurements a few times a year, and good ol' Gladys would take it from there.
But now that you were seeing a lot more of Ralph, who spent his days holding his sister's shopping bags and his nights drinking fancy champagne at fabulous parties, you suddenly became conscious of how plain you looked. You never saw him wear the same outfit twice, even just to the park. Everything article of clothing he owned was breathtaking. Just when you'd settled on a favorite color to see on him, he'd wear something else that made your brain buzz. And you… well, there was room for improvement.
You decided to go shopping. Alone. Asking your mother to go with you would not only have been suspicious, but would probably result in you walking out of a store in a brand new dress and diving headfirst into the river.
You'd told your parents the night before that you would be gone most of the next day, because your good friend Mary needed to refresh her wardrobe, and would obviously require input from her closest confidante. They both seemed mildly surprised, but didn't ask too many questions.
You wished Mary was real. She'd help you through this. But instead, you proceeded alone, window-shopping at store after store before something finally caught your eye.
You entered a cute little shop, presence announced by the tinkling of a bell overhead, and the sweetest little shopgirl immediately rushed to your side and introduced herself as Anna. She seemed very eager, like someone else you were very fond of, and she had kind eyes. You told her that you were looking to add a bit of color to you wardrobe. Nothing too fancy or modern, but… nice. Despite her pleasant persona, you awkwardly stuttered your way through your explanation. You hadn't shopped for anything but books and the occasional trinket in years, and were more nervous than you thought you'd be.
But sweet Anna knew how to handle your type. She walked around with you and chattered nonstop, telling you about fabrics and colors and oh, this would look lovely with your eyes, and that would compliment your figure ever so nicely. Whenever you nodded, she'd take a dress off the rack and add it to a growing pile of things to try on. She assured you that alterations could be made right here in the store, and that they also had catalogues you could order from.
Finally, when you had a sizeable stack of options, she led you to a changing room in the back of the store. She offered to stay, but you suddenly had a flashback of your mother trying to suffocate you by insisting the obviously too-small clothes would fit if your girdle was just a little bit tighter, so you politely declined. She said she'd be nearby to assist or to take notes for alterations if you needed her, then disappeared. You quite liked her.
And you quite liked a lot of these dresses, as well. They weren't loud or gaudy like the current craze, but they made the dress you came in with look like a potato sack. You tried each dress on, inspected it from every angle in the floor-length mirror, and placed it in a yes or a no pile. You were nearly done, and you hadn't even broken a sweat. This wasn't nearly as horrible as you thought it would be.
You heard the bell jingle at the front door, and then you heard a voice that made your blood run cold. You couldn't make out what she was saying yet, but Victoria Penbury was unmistakably in the building.
You'd picked this shop specifically because the clothes in the window were decidedly un-Victoria-like. Perhaps she was branching out. Or had already bought out all the other stores in London.
You try to tune her out and focus on putting on the next dress, but her voice grew louder, as if she were getting closer. Please, God, do not let her realize I'm in here, or WHY I'm in here, you pray silently.
"Oh darling, you simply MUST try this on!" The crowd accompanying her giggles loudly. You hear Anna offer to assist them, and their laughs grew louder. Soon, they would be upon you.
"Miss, there's someone in that one! The next room is available!" Bless you, sweet Anna.
"You mean to tell me there's someone trying on these rags willingly?" an unidentified voice fake-whispers as it passes by your curtain. Your face burns. The group giggles again.
You dare not move. You stand frozen, behind the protection of the velvet fabric covering the door, one strong breeze away from being exposed. You hadn't been the least bit concerned with this level of privacy five minutes ago.
"Alright, everyone turn around, no peeking!" You hear grunts and giggles and fabric rustling through the thin wall, like several people are changing into clothes at once. You try not to breathe. "Everyone ready? One, two, three!" Victoria says without waiting for confirmation that everyone was ready. The group erupts into laughter.
"That is the most hideous thing I've ever seen!"
"Enid, you simply MUST buy that!"
"Your hips look enormous!"
"That is so revolting, even Ralph's new plaything wouldn't be caught dead in it!" This seems to be the winning insult, because everyone cackles so loudly, the rest of the clothing critiques are forgotten.
"You should have seen the pink atrocity she wore on Valentine's Day. Honestly, does she have those things special made? Surely no store would carry something so horrid."
"Oh, has she finally added some color to her dull wardrobe? I'm so sorry I missed it!"
"Don't be, it looked like something my mother would have worn 40 years ago!"
"Has Ralph proposed yet?"
"No! Isn't that hilarious? She's so plain and boring, even RALPH won't propose to her!" The group howls with laughter, and your ears start to ring, drowning them out. A merciful reaction.
You sit down on the plush seat in front of the mirror, still in your underthings, and wait for them to go away. Thankfully, they lose interest in trying on things they hate before long. Your face is still red and your ears are still pounding with shame as the group collectively cackles their way to the front of the store, bell ringing once more.
You stare at yourself in the mirror. Plain. Boring. You'd had no idea that the pink dress was that bad; you'd simply hated it because it was uncomfortable and had been chosen by your mother. An entire life of doing and wearing what you were told, cooperating so you could be left alone to dream of faraway places and impossibly fascinating characters who weren't real. Where did it get you? Into this dressing room, on this padded stool, watching a plain boring tear slide down your plain boring cheek. You swipe at it angrily and begin putting your old dress back on. This was a pointless endeavor.
Why would someone as brilliant and vibrant as Ralph Penbury be interested in someone as boring as you? Clothes couldn't make you a more interesting person. You were hopeless. Perhaps you were wrong to turn up your nose at Donald Andrews. He was the type of person you deserved. You could spend the rest of your dull, boring days sitting in silence with him. Nothing to say. Nothing to do. No one to impress. Perhaps your mother knew what was best for you after all.
"Miss? Are you alright in there?"
You dry your eyes and open the curtain. Poor, sweet Anna. How much time had she wasted on you today?
"I'm so sorry, but it seems I've brought the wrong purse." You hold up your boring satchel to show her. "I've left my money at home. I can't buy anything today. But you were so wonderfully helpful, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me."
"Are you sure you're alright, miss?"
You nod, afraid that you'll break if you try to say more, and dash toward the door. You walk home as quickly as you can, face burning and heart heavy. You had plenty of money. Your father, shocked that you were willingly going shopping with dear Mary, had given you enough for several new dresses. "In case anything special catches your eye," he'd told you with a wink. But what would the most ordinary girl in the world need with something special?
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keef-a-corn · 4 months
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Shoutout to the hoodie I customised a while ago
I totally forgot to share it on my socials
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Excuse the first photo, my phone was on a timer and was falling over
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slushrottweiler · 2 years
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What do you mean this isn’t canon?
My Angel is a meme lord gremlin. I couldn’t resist.
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tumiyu · 1 year
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Happy
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benoits-neckerchieves · 8 months
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Thinking about hot scruffy Daniel Craig in The Mother (2003)
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Also if you’re considering whether to watch this film I feel like it’s my duty to inform you that there’s some excellent arse content in there
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helenvader · 9 months
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@vellichormybeloved @brotherdusk @bakerstreetlady Someone might have started The Terror rewatch already. 🤣
This time one episode at once.
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future-circuit · 1 month
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for someone who complains about being (and is) broke i sure did just buy 24 volumes of manga
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highkeyshipper · 1 year
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"and there's no way that i'll end up being with you, but friends don't look at friends that way... "
(lyrics from that way by tate mcrae)
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mxnzxnilla · 2 years
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smoking area
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periprose · 7 months
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I just watched Once upon a studio and CRIED.
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naryavermouth · 2 years
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I recently watched The book of Boba Fett, and I just had to make that adorable chainmail for my Grogu doll. So I learnt a little crochet during my summer vacation and here it is! My first project.
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Look Grogu, your father brought you a gift!!
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Nice, isn't it? ^-^
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Aah, but wait, you can't take it yet. You have to choose between it and this shiny mortal weapon :D
Some time later...
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(Mando) Hey, that’s the shirt. You got the shirt.
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Of course, he chose his dad's gift :)
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kanerallels · 8 months
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Pretty sure I'm accidentally embezzling my bosses via Post-It notes
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heromaker-if · 1 year
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NOOO FREYYAAAAAAA WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO HER NOOOOOO FREYYYAAA NOOOO MY BELOVED NOOOO FREYYAAAA NO FREYYAYAAAAAAAAAA
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akuma-tenshi · 8 months
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i need to look into dr:dt so that the memes @sobredunia reblogs start actually making sense to me
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kimjoongie · 1 year
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hi <3 cruellajoong is now @kimjoongie!!
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