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shinycurves · 2 days ago
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Mirror, mirror...
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luthienne · 11 months ago
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Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”
[Text ID: . . . but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared . . . It Cannot Be An Error to have tried . . . It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]
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love4bug · 2 months ago
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bird_dot on ig
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m42-fr · 2 months ago
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Was inspired by some art I saw on my dash recently and decided to draw a bio badge for Anathema, the big nasty bug themselves! Ft. cropped versions of their ref sheet (base and an outfit) because I have no idea when, if ever, I’ll actually get around to finishing the whole thing. 
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bonky-n-steeb · 3 months ago
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𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝘀 (𝟭)
𝙘𝙚𝙤!𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙥𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || When your boss is the most handsome, caring and adorable person you’ve ever met, falling for him was natural. But Steve has only loved one woman his entire life, his ex-wife Peggy; who has left him heartbroken and unbeknownst to him is manipulating him. So, who will Steve choose, his past or his present?
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut, angst, manipulation. 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!
This story is going to be sweet but at the same time sad af! Also I did post this..!
series masterlist || masterlist
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You awkwardly played with the hem of your pastel pink shirt as you stood in the elevator. You were nervous and anxious. Today was your first day at this job and by no means you wanted to mess up.
You knew Steve Rogers had a reputation for being a recluse, but your best friend, Wanda, who already worked at Rogers Corps in the marketing department, told you otherwise. He did keep to himself, but not once had he disrespected any of his employees.
This wasn’t your first job. You were the personal assistant to an old lawyer since you had graduated college. But he was going to retire in a few days and you’d be jobless then. So, you had left him on good terms and had applied for interviews. Luckily, you got selected to the best option on your list. And not just this your dream job, but also you could work in the same place as Wanda.  
You inhaled sharply as you reached the top floor of the building; Steve’s office. You hadn’t met each other before this and that’s what all the nervousness was mostly about.
As you got out of the elevator, you mentally prepared the flow of your conversation. Greet, introduce yourself and talk business. You mentally noted the points to discuss and the questions to ask. With the newfound confidence, you knocked on the door.
“Come in.” A commanding voice resonated throughout the place. You gulped and walked in. The moment you saw him, you stood right there in your tracks, dumbstruck.
All the mental scenarios you had made up didn’t prepare you for this. He was undoubtedly, the most excruciating handsome man you ever had the opportunity to lay your eyes on, in real life.
His face shone in the morning sunlight; his dark blond beard gave a rough edge to his suave persona. His eyelashes were long and resting on his cheeks as he was looking down to some papers scattered on his desk, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t jealous. He had a Greek nose and a firm jaw structure.
When he finally looked up to you, you knew no work would be ever done in this office. His eyes were the most piercing you had ever seen; the green-blue standing out against his custom-made blue suit. The suit fitted his body perfectly and you knew he was well built with strong biceps and muscular shoulders. Now this was a problem, how on earth did he expect you to work while he looked like this.  
Then he did the most unexpected thing, he smiled. You thought you had died and gone to heaven to see this god of a man. It should be illegal to look this handsome and be so smart. He should be jailed for killing people with his looks.
“Welcome Y/N.” he greeted and for a minute you just took in his words. Your name sounded so right in his voice. And then you realized you should reply too, “Morning sir.” You smiled back.
After that he didn’t waste any time in small talk. He told you what he expected from you and asked if you had some doubts. You didn’t have any and he dismissed you.
You went and sat on your desk outside his office. Yesterday, you had been made clear of your duties by the previous PA of Steve. She was a sweet old lady and had been his assistant right since the beginning of his career.
You started unpacking your stuff and setting everything right where you wanted it to be. At last, you placed two photo frames: one of you and your parents and the other of you and your dog. Brutus was your friend, advisor, confidante and roommate. He was an English Bulldog of white and brown skin coat. He was your family and the best buddy you could ask for.  
You had two serious relationships at the very beginning, but neither lasted, though you were still on good terms. After that you hadn't met anyone compatible and decided to leave everything on fate. But a point came where the loneliness became too much and that’s when you decided to adopt a pet. The moment you had seen Brutus, you knew he would be your best friend.
After you were done, you began with your work. You opened the emails and started segregating them. You had no idea how much time had passed and nor did you notice anything else except your work.
You had got a few calls to arrange the meetings for the upcoming days and you had done your work generously. You were snapped out of your haze by someone clearing their throat.
You looked up to see a six feet two man towering over you and your desk. You blinked rapidly and squinted. You wondered what your boss was doing, if he needed something then he should call you right? It shouldn’t be the other way around.
“I guess you are too busy, but I must inform you, it is lunch time.” And that’s when you looked at your watch and internally smacked your face. “Oh! Thank you so much.” You started babbling thankful words and he just nodded and went as silently as he came. And you couldn't help, but stare at your boss’s ass.
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“Wanda, I’m dead and you are the reason.” This was the first thing you bombarded Wanda with as you both took your lunch and sat at the tables.
“Now what did I do?” Out of the two of you, Wanda was definitely the trouble maker. “You didn’t give me any idea. Steve Rogers is sooooo handsome! He looked so much more breathtaking than his photos.
Do you know I was standing there like an idiot the entire time? You could’ve at least given me a clue. And his blue eyes, I’ll sell my soul for his eyes.” You said dreamily.
“Ohhhh, I see someone has a crush.” Wanda teased wiggling her eyebrows. You bit your lip; you knew you had dug your own grave. Wanda was going to tease you for the rest of your life and there was no going back.
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Steve sat on his bed staring out of the huge windows of his penthouse. It was nighttime and the entire city was sparkling, it was indeed the most beautiful sight. But his eyes weren’t watching it.
He was lost in your thoughts. He couldn’t point out what it was about you that he found irresistible, but he felt this invisible string pull himself towards you.
You were hardworking and immaculate with your work. You were perfect and hadn’t left a single space to complain. But that wasn’t the first thing he noticed. The first thing he noticed was your eyes, they were so warm and welcoming, he would want to get lost in them at any moment.
He replayed the entire lunch scene in his head. He had been standing near your desk for a whole lot of ten minutes and yet you were so busy, you hadn’t even looked up to see him. And he didn’t call you before as he himself was mesmerized.
Your eyebrows were pinched, and you were biting your lips. Your makeup was perfect, matching you perfectly. And while standing there, he couldn’t help but look down your blouse, your first few buttons were open and your cleavage was a little visible. And he immediately chastised himself for it. And that’s when he had cleared his throat to call your attention.
“I see you are clearly lost in the thought of some other woman.” Peggy said as she walked in. She was wearing a turtleneck and jeans while he was in his shorts. “I... Ummm.... What are you doing here?” He finally asked her.
“Well, I decided to visit you. Is it so bad?” Peggy pretended to be hurt, she always had a spare key of his house. “No not at all, you are welcome anytime. Just that, I didn’t expect you right now. You actually scared me.” She smiled at that, “You know I love giving you surprises.” she went and sat right next to Steve.
“So, you like her huh?” Peggy teased. “What’s her name again?” Peggy asked purposefully despite knowing your name all too well. Steve looked at her ashamed. How could he do this to Peggy? “It doesn’t matter.” At that Peggy smiled bitterly, “Well it does, now that she is the one reigning your thoughts. Just a day was all it took for you to forget me. Didn’t think you'd do this to me Steve.” he could see the hurt in her eyes.
“You know that’s not true.” Steve couldn’t help it. He still loved Peggy; he knew he always would. Even though Peggy had left him a long time ago, he couldn’t bring himself to forget her. She was still very much present in every aspect of his life, especially this house. It was her choice; the penthouse, the décor, the location and he couldn’t bring himself to change anything. She still walked in whenever she wanted.
“Steve, I need you to love me, only me. I know we are not together. But you belong to me, don’t you? I can’t tolerate to lose you. You are the only one I have. You’ll not leave me, will you? I won’t survive without you.” Peggy had started sobbing by the end.
Steve pulled her into a hug and held her tight. He knew he had hurt her, after all she only had him in this entire world. And he couldn't turn his back on her, she needed him and he would be there for her. “Don’t even think of something like this. I’m yours. And I love you, only you.”
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vintagehomecollection · 3 months ago
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In the bedroom a French flower chandelier hangs over an 18th-century Sicilian center table. A pair of 18th-century Italian giltwood mirrors sets off a 17th-century portrait of Petrarch’s inamorata Laura, in a frame of the same period. Chairs are Italian Directoire, circa 1800, in English antique fabric.
House & Garden’s Best in Decoration, 1987
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365filmsbyauroranocte · 2 months ago
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Films watched in 2021.
257: Saturday Night Fever (John Badham, 1977)
★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆
“You see, dancing, it can't last forever.”
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thesunbeamruins · 12 days ago
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My mirror, Tryphaena ☀️
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lovelog · 5 months ago
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CEYn1eRhWIi/
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jpegfantasy · 2 months ago
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Showcase of Interior Design - Southern Edition II, Vitae Publishing, 1996 📚
Salvaged & scanned by @jpegfantasy 🖨️
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