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Cregan Stark - Honour Bound

Summary - Cregan's unwavering honour is tested when he discovers a dark truth about his friend and his wife. As hidden feelings surface and a violent confrontation looms, Cregan must navigate the treacherous waters of loyalty, justice, and love.

Pairing - Cregan Stark x reader

Warnings - Violence (domestic)

Word count - 2325

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Cregan Stark was a man of ironclad honour, the kind whose word bound him as surely as the old gods bound the North to their land. He held to his oaths with unflinching resolve, guided by the deep-seated duty to protect his people and treat them fairly. 

In Winterfell, Cregan Stark's justice was as firm as the ancient walls that towered around him.

But even a man of his strength couldn't save everyone. No, not everyone.

He stood in the shadows, his gaze steady as I approached, my arm looped loosely through my husband's, as though I were a prize on display rather than a cherished partner. 

And he watched me with a quiet intensity that, perhaps, only I noticed. 

There was a sombre distance in his eyes, the kind that no one else would question, but beneath it, I sensed something that Cregan himself might deny even to the gods.

My husband, Edrick Glover, had known Cregan for years; they'd fought together, feasted together, and shared more tales than I could count. 

And yet, today, there was a chill in Cregan's stare as it settled on Edrick—a chill that seemed to seep past the polished armour they both wore and into something older, something unspoken.

"My lord," I murmured, forcing a smile to stretch across my lips despite the dull, aching reminders that clung to me like shadows beneath my skin.

I had seen Cregan's eyes on me before, had felt the weight of them. 

And I had felt, in rare moments, his restraint, his silent refusal to betray what he felt. He was bound to honor, to his friendship with Edrick, to the iron code of the North that demanded respect for a friend's wife.

Beside me, Edrick nodded, flashing Cregan a smug smile. "Cregan."

"Edrick," Cregan replied evenly, his deep voice measured but distant. His gaze lingered on my neck for a beat too long, catching sight of the bruises hidden there, their edges barely masked by my collar.

I straightened, clearing my throat, and forced another small smile. The ache flared at the movement, but I held my posture, hoping Cregan wouldn't notice. 

Yet he did, and I saw it in the way his jaw clenched, a flicker of dread darkening his eyes directed not just at Edrick, but at himself, as if he cursed his own helplessness, his own restraint.

The bruises marked me as clearly as any banner, blossoming over my skin like wildflowers in spring. 

They said what I could not—what I dared not—and for the briefest of moments, I thought I saw a spark of something in Cregan's expression, something close to fury.

A storm churned within him. It grated against his own sense of honour, his unbreakable belief that a man should protect his own, cherish them, not harm them. 

How could any man, especially one who claimed to hold honour so dear, lift a hand against his own wife? How could anyone violate that bond?

To Cregan Stark, it made no sense. It went against the very marrow of who he was. 

Yet all he could do was stand there, his honour binding him as tightly as any chain, as I drifted past him, his presence a silent promise that, somehow, one day, the North would make this right.

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The feast carried on well into the night, its raucous sounds fading as Cregan slipped away from the hall, his steps echoing down the cold stone corridors of Winterfell. 

The night was thick with silence, broken only by the faint murmur of distant laughter and the crackle of torches lining the walls.

As he made his way toward his chambers, a sound caught his ear—muffled, desperate, cutting through the quiet like a blade. He paused, heart suddenly pounding, and listened. 

There it was again—a strangled cry, followed by a dull thud. It was coming from one of the side rooms down the hall.

Without hesitation, he strode toward it, instincts prickling with a sense of wrongness. 

He pressed his hand to the heavy oak door, listening. Another cry—a woman's voice, choked and pleading. He needed no further confirmation. 

With a shove, Cregan pushed the door open, and the scene within unfurled before him in a twisted tableau.

I was crumpled on the floor, hands raised defensively as Edrick towered over me, his face contorted with fury, his hand drawn back to strike again. 

I was weeping, my body curling in on itself, bruises blooming across my skin like cruel blossoms. 

Cregan's mind flashed back to the bruises he had glimpsed earlier, the shadows that lingered on my skin, hints of violence kept hidden. Fury surged in him, white-hot and unforgiving.

Seeing me now, cowering beneath the man Cregan had once called a friend, filled him with a rage that was almost blinding.

The fire in him finally leapt to life. Here was no justice. Here was no honour. 

"What are you doing?" Cregan's voice was low and steely, a barely restrained growl that sliced through the air.

Edrick's head snapped up, and for a moment, there was a flicker of surprise before it hardened into defiance.

"Cregan, leave," he said coldly, his eyes dark and unyielding. "This is between us. It's none of your concern."

Cregan stepped forward, his imposing frame casting a long shadow across the floor. 

His heart twisted with an ache he couldn't afford to acknowledge—an ache born of all the moments he'd looked at me across crowded halls and found himself captivated, admiring, wishing for a closeness he could never allow. 

But all of it, his restraint, his honour, lay in shreds as he looked at me now.

"No," he said, his voice unshakable. "Tell me, Edrick, why you're beating your wife so mercilessly." 

His eyes burned, his hand inching toward the hilt of his sword, the old code of Northern honour urging him forward, daring him to intervene.

Edrick sneered, shrugging as if the answer was both obvious and justified. 

"Fine," he spat. "If you must know, my dear wife here," he gestured roughly toward me, "has been unfaithful. Playing the whore, thinking I wouldn't notice. I have every right."

My voice broke in, trembling, each word weighted with fear and desperation. 

"I swear it, my lord," I gasped, looking up at Cregan, my eyes wide and pleading. "I was not unfaithful. Lord Umber only brought me a drink—that is all. I swear it on the gods."

"Liar!" Edrick bellowed, his face twisting with rage as he raised his hand again. 

His palm met my cheek with a sickening crack, my body recoiling from the blow as fresh tears spilt down my cheeks.

The sound snapped something in Cregan. 

In a single, fluid motion, he crossed the room, his hand closing around Edrick's wrist in an iron grip, stopping the next strike before it could land. His eyes locked onto Edrick's with a chilling intensity, a fury simmering beneath his calm facade.

"Enough," Cregan growled, his voice like thunder rumbling in the depths of winter. His grip tightened, the warning clear. 

"If you think yourself a man, prove it—by protecting your wife, not brutalizing her. Accusations mean nothing without proof, and even then, this... this is not justice. Not in the North."

Edrick yanked his hand free, stumbling back, his face red with anger and embarrassment. 

For a moment, he looked as though he might strike at Cregan instead, but he hesitated, the simmering hatred in his eyes meeting the unyielding resolve in Cregan's.

Cregan could feel his heart pounding, anger simmering alongside the ache he felt for me, his restraint hanging by a thread.

It was all he could do not to draw his blade and demand satisfaction for each bruise, each tear he had seen over the past months.

"Think on your actions," Cregan continued, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with steel. "And remember—honour binds us all. I will not let your shameful behaviour poison this household."

My breath came in broken sobs, but as Cregan turned to me, his gaze softened, his fury tempered by a quiet resolve. 

"Are you badly hurt?" he asked, his voice as gentle as it had been fierce a moment before.

I nodded, unable to speak, and he offered me his hand, a silent promise that this was not the end—that, somehow, he would make sure justice was done.

Edrick's face twisted into a sneer and he gripped my arm as he yanked me toward him, his fingers digging into my skin with bruising force. 

"You think you can just leave me?" he spat, his voice seething with venom. "Where would you go? No man would want a spoiled woman like you. You're mine, understand? 

He shook me, each shake driving home the poison in his words as if the idea of my freedom were nothing but a laughable delusion.

Before I could even cry out, there was a sharp sound—the unmistakable scrape of steel sliding from its scabbard. The metallic whisper cut through the tension in the room, freezing Edrick in place.

Cregan stepped forward, his sword glinting in the dim torchlight, his face a mask of quiet, deadly rage. His eyes locked onto Edrick, fury simmering beneath the calm of his expression—a fury that was no longer restrained by the bonds of friendship, or even by honour.

"I will give her a place," Cregan said, his voice calm and deadly. "Once I've fought you and served her justice, I will take her as my wife. You'll never harm her again."

My head turned to him, eyes wide, the disbelief and confusion in me flickering with a faint, trembling hope. 

Cregan's words were no longer simply the declaration of a protector—they were a vow. It was the answer to the silent promise he'd held in his heart for far too long. 

He would not stand aside this time; he would be the shield I had needed for so long.

Edrick's sneer only deepened, a humourless laugh escaping his lips as he glanced between Cregan and me. "No... you wouldn't dare," he hissed. "Kill a friend? Break our bond?"

"I would," Cregan replied, his gaze unflinching. "I would if it meant sparing her from you."

A low growl rose from Edrick, and in a heartbeat, he released me, shoving me roughly aside as he drew his own blade, his expression darkening. 

"Fine, then," he spat, stepping forward, his stance hard and ready. "If you think yourself so righteous, come and prove it."

I stumbled backwards, my hands pressed to my mouth as I watched, my breath hitching as the two men—one my tormentor, the other my salvation—faced each other across the room, the tension crackling like a storm waiting to break.

Cregan circled Edrick with lethal precision, his movements measured, his every step a silent promise. 

"You've shamed yourself, Edrick," he said coldly. "Shamed the honour you once held. And you would continue this cruelty if I did nothing. Not tonight."

His gaze flicked to me, just for a heartbeat, a look that spoke of the love he could now no longer deny.

With a roar, Edrick lunged, his blade slicing through the air. Cregan blocked the blow with swift ease, his own sword flashing as he countered, forcing Edrick back. 

Steel clashed against steel, the sound harsh and reverberating in the small room as they fought, each strike harder than the last. 

Edrick's face contorted with anger, but Cregan's expression remained steady, the righteous fury that fueled him giving his blows deadly weight.

"You dare lecture me?" Edrick growled, swinging wildly, his movements becoming frantic as he fought to overpower Cregan. But Cregan deflected his strikes, each movement controlled, his purpose unyielding.

"This isn't about honour anymore," Cregan replied, parrying another blow. "It's about justice."

At that, he surged forward, pressing Edrick back, his strikes unrelenting. Edrick stumbled, and for a brief, desperate moment, his eyes flashed with fear. But he wouldn't surrender. 

With a snarl, he lunged once more, his blade coming dangerously close to Cregan's side.

Cregan sidestepped, his movements swift and smooth, and with a powerful swing, he struck. His blade found its mark, cutting through Edrick's defenses, slicing through his armour with chilling finality. 

Edrick gasped, his eyes wide, his sword slipping from his grasp as he staggered back, clutching at his side, blood staining his fingers.

He fell to his knees, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his face pale with the shock of betrayal, of his own demise. 

He looked up at Cregan, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You... you'd kill... a friend?"

Cregan's gaze was cold, steady, as he looked down at Edrick with unflinching resolve. "No," he replied softly, his voice like ice. "I killed a man who betrayed his honour."

Edrick's eyes fluttered closed, his strength fading, and he slumped to the ground, his final breath slipping from his lips like a whisper lost to the night.

In the silence that followed, Cregan turned, his gaze softening as it fell on me, I stood trembling, my hand pressed to my mouth, eyes wide with both relief and sorrow. 

Slowly, he approached me, the anger in him dissolving as he sheathed his sword, his hand reaching out gently. For the first time, I saw in his eyes the depth of his love, a love that had been bound by duty but now set free by justice.

"You're safe now," he murmured, his voice soft, filled with a quiet assurance.

Word would spread of what had happened, whispers echoing through Winterfell's halls, judgment whispered behind doors. 

But Cregan knew this would be his burden alone; he had chosen to bear it, for me and for the justice that would haunt him.

Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him, my heart heavy with both sorrow and gratitude. 

I took his hand, my fingers slipping into his as if they had always belonged there, and in that touch, I knew he was more than my protector—he was my future.

That night, Winterfell was silent, save for the sound of one man's blood seeping into the cold stone floor. 

The North had seen its justice done.

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Salt and Snow: Part IX

Summary: After Balon Greyjoy's uprising fails, a young Theon Greyjoy is taken to Winterfell as a ward and hostage. Within the castle's looming stone walls, he meets Lord Stark's bastard daughter, a sharp-eyed girl who seems to look straight through him. As the years pass, their shared loneliness transforms their childhood rivalry into a complicated bond forged from shared loneliness and feelings of isolation. As tensions rise in Westeros, war breaks out and Theon is pulled between Pyke and Winterfell, testing the strength of their bond.

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Snow! Reader

Warnings: Theon is a raging misogynist

Length: 2.2k words

Notes: Theon is on a downward spiral

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299 AC— Early spring, Winterfell

         They were arguing again.

The air in Robb’s tent is heavy with smoke and the smell of damp wool. Robb leans over a map, one hand pressed to his forehead and the other supporting his weight. Catelyn sits near the stove, her eyes angry and tired. Theon stands against the tent fabric, arms crossed, trying to feigning disinterest.

“He can’t be trusted, Robb,” she says, pointing towards him. “He was raised alongside you, but don’t mistake that for loyalty.”

“I’m not. I’m trusting his name. His claim.” Robb is desperately trying to convince his mother, no longer the confident commander he acts as in public.

“You’re gambling with the war. With your sisters’ lives.”

Theon clears his throat to remind them he’s there. Catelyn Stark doesn’t even blink at him. Robb looks between them, eyes anxious. “The Westerlands are vunerable,” he says, pointing his finger at the map. “If the Greyjoys strike from the sea while we strike from the east, we could—”

“Balon Greyjoy is no ally of yours.” Catelyn cuts in. “You think he’ll fight for your crown? He wants his own.”

“I know what he wants,” Robb says, voice low and hoarse. “But Theon’s his heir. He’ll listen.”

Theon stands up straighter. “He’ll listen,” he echoes, though he’s not sure. It had been near a decade since he’d seen his father. A decade. He forces a smirk. “He’ll want to see who I’ve become.”

Robb meets his gaze. “Will you go? To Pyke?”

Theon lets the silence sit, relishing in the feeling of control. When it feels right, he breaks the tension. “Aye. I’ll go.”

Catelyn’s disapproval is clear on her face, but she doesn’t speak. Robb looks relieved, though Theon suspects the Young Wolf’s argument with his mother isn’t yet done, just temporarily paused. “Then I’ll arrange for your escort,” Robb says. “You’ll leave for Seagard in the morning.”

Theon leaves the tent and leaves Robb to convince his mother.

That night, he doesn’t sleep. He thinks of Pyke, the salty air, the waves crashing against its stone pillars. He’s going home.

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299 AC— Winterfell

         The Great Hall is the fullest it’s been in nearly a year. You’d helped decorate it yourself, stringing garlands of oak leaves and woven bundles of golden wheat above the high table and along the walls. The smell of roasted onions, apple-stuffed pork, and brown bread topped with melted cheese fills the air. Musicians tune their instruments, the Glover men with their bladder pipes and harps, wandering bards with sweet voices and lutes.

Bran enters on Dancer, his head high and his new jerkin gleaming in the torchlight. You hardly notice his twisted legs that hang limp against the pony’s side. The room stands to greet the Stark in Winterfell, the way they did for his father before him.

You’re next to Beth and Ser Rodrik, a few places away from Bran’s spot. On the other side, Rickon is already up to something, having stolen a heel of bread and sneaking bites to Shaggydog. Once Bran arrives at the table, everyone takes their seat and the feast begins.

Rodrik is leaning in to listen to Lady Hornwood, a older woman, recently widowed. Her face is grim as she speaks. “He’s gathering a host,” she warns. “The bastard at the Dreadfort. He says they’re for hunting, but there are too many men.” Rodrik’s thick brows crinkle and he nods.

You don’t hear the rest, but you know who they’re speaking of. Ramsay Snow. Roose Bolton’s bastard, you’d heard of him from servants with loose tongues.

But it’s a feast night, you don’t want to spoil the fleeting moment of joy by thinking of looming dangers. You let the voices in the hall, the laughter, the music carry your thoughts away.

Wyman Manderly had brought a retinue so large you swear White Harbour must be empty. Not just his knights, but their squires, lesser nobles, servants, musicians, even a juggler. Lord Manderly is a plump old man with a catching smile. You think he spends more time laughing than eating and his presence is welcome after the rough times in Winterfell. He’s generous, too, offering to provide funds and ships for Robb.

Big Walder and Little Walder sit across from Rickon, arguing over their claim to the Twins. You give them a thin-lipped smile, not wanting to get involved. Rickon likes Big Walder, but the games they play together always cause fights you’re sick of breaking up.

You sip on the spiced wine, savoring the clove and nutmeg flavors. Before you know it, you’re on your third—you think it’s the third, but who knows—glass and your head is a bit fuzzy. You feel warm and your laugh comes easy and free. Cley Cerwyn approaches you before the musicians finish their song. Awkwardly, he reaches his hand out to you. “You look bored,” he says, “Come on.”

You laugh, the stiff way he’s standing endlessly funny to you, but take his hand and bound down to the open space in the middle of the hall. For someone who looked so serious, he’s much better at dancing than you’d expected. You hear him counting steps under his lips and giggle. “Don’t get much practice, do you?” you say. He just smiles in response, spinning you around and around.

You finish your dance with Cerwyn and head back to your place. Alebelly approaches Bran, announcing that the Reeds had arrived to confirm their loyalty to the Starks. You look at them, the boy and the girl both short and thin with brown hair. The boy, Jojen, has a young face but his green eyes look like they know all the secrets the world has to offer.

 You return to your drink, losing interest quickly. You’re halfway through the glass when a tall blonde boy approaches you. You know who this boy is. Benfred Tallhart, from Torrhen’s Square. He’d punched Theon in the face, you remember. Now that you’ve seen it, you can’t fault him, the boy really does have a stupidly large neck. He smiles, waits to speak. “Dance with me?” he asks, voice loud and plain.

You blink at him. “You’re… the neck one,” you say before you can stop yourself.

He looks puzzled. “What?”

“Sorry. That came out wrong.” You raise your glass as if to blame the wine. “Just, heard someone say you had a big neck once.”

He looks betrayed for a moment, before laughing. “Gods, the Greyjoy? I haven’t thought about him in years!”

You shrug, already heading back to the floor. “It’s a secret!”

You dance until you’re breathless, changing partners with every song. You’re finally free, maybe thanks to the wine, but it’s a welcome feeling. Spinning, spinning, spinning, everything is spinning and everything is beautiful and loud and bright and perfect. Your cheeks burn and your throat is sore from laughing and it’s the most perfect and beautiful day in years.

Later, long after the music ends, you make your way back to your room. Someone, you can’t remember who, had given you another glass of that irresistible wine near the end, and your braid had come half undone. The halls are quiet now as you return to your chambers, your feet already sore from your dancing.

Your room is still and silent. You kick off your shoes, shrug off your cloak, and throw yourself face first onto your bed. Warm. You stretch your hand out in front of your face, flexing your fingers and inhaling the lingering smell of nutmeg from the feast.

You close your eyes. The faces of your dance partners flash in your face. It feels good to be seen, to be wanted. And then, like it always does, your mind goes where it shouldn’t. Theon.

Stupid faraway useless boy. He hasn’t written. You’d known he wouldn’t, but it doesn’t hurt any less. You roll onto your side, looking at the empty space beside you. You hate how badly you want fill it. Just for tonight. To forget.

The feast is still on, distant laughter echoing across the stones, a comforting hum. You let the sounds of the alive-again castle carry you off to sleep, closing your eyes and entering a heavy slumber.

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299 AC— On the road to Seagard

The way to the Seagard was a long and damp path, running along the ragged veins that carve through the riverlands. Theon rides with Jason Mallister, who’d killed his brother Rodrik (not that Theon blames him), and his son, Patrek.

Patrek warms to him quickly, being around Theon’s age and sharing his interest in drink and women. They still drink together, swap stories, visit women Patrek’s met on his prior trips. It’s easy with Patrek. Simple.

When Lord Jason noticed his son was growing close to Theon, he’d took him aside and reminded him that Seagard was built to keep people like him out. Ironborn. Greyjoys. Not to be trusted. Fine then, Theon thinks. He’s been sent personally by Robb Stark, their King in the North. Let them think what they want.

After that, the journey is quieter.

Finally, they arrive. Seagard rose over the horizon, the Booming Tower’s enormous bell gleaming in the sunset. Theon stares at it from the hillcrest, his jaw set.

No longship awaits him at the ports, Lord Jason says Robb’s ravens announcing his return must have been lost. Theon forces himself to believe it. They send more birds, but he has no time to lose.

Theon hires a trading cog from Oldtown, captained by a large old man. He’s going home. Finally.

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299 AC— Mid Spring, Lordsport

The Myraham rocks in the grey waters of Lordsport, her sails fluttering in the wind as the crew tossed shore lines. The air here smells of salt and fish, bringing back memories from his childhood. Theon is home. He stands on the shore in his finest doublet, emerald wool and golden krakens, every inch of him calculated. In the distance, he can see his uncle, Aeron.

Behind him, the captain’s daughter hovers with his pack. What was her name again? Mariah? Meryl? It didn’t matter. She looks stupid when she smiles. But she had been entertaining, at least.

“I brought your things,” she says, her voice hopeful.

He doesn’t look at her. “Good.”

She steps towards him. “I love you,” she whispers. Gods. He really cannot do this right now.

When she reaches out to touch him, he steps aside smoothly. “You belong on the Myraham. My place is on Pyke.”

Her eyes are blinking and wet. “M-my father will call me names… h-he’ll hit me,” she says, reaching out to him again.

“Tell him you might be carrying a king’s bastard,” he says, a mix of charm and venom. “He should be grateful. Not every man has such honor.” Theon turns and walks down the gangplank before she can say anything else.

He feels like he might have been a bit too harsh. She’d been a maiden. That’d surprised him. A girl her age, looking like that, all splotchy and soft, far too old to be untouched. Still, she’d bled on his sheets, clung to him, begged him to take her away as his salt wife.

He sneers to himself. A king’s bastard would be a gift to a girl like her.

And then, for no good reason, a thought forces its way into his head. Was [Y/N] still a maiden? He shoves the idea away. Stupid to wonder. Stupid to care.

I could take her as a salt wife, he thinks briefly. I’d take her as a rock wife if I could.  The thought vanishes before it can settle, leaving a gnawing emptiness behind. No use in thinking about it. She’d never want him now. Not after the things he’d done, the things he was going to do.

But still, he wants her. Wants to be wanted by her. Wants to deserve it. And he never will. He lets the bitterness fester; it makes things easier. He’d stopped pretending he was meant than more than fleeting pleasure and hungry touches. The clingy, desperate ones suit him just fine.

He squares his shoulders and walks toward Aeron. The wind is damp and cold, chilling him to the bone.

“You’re late,” his uncle says. When he’d left Pyke, Aeron had been fond of songs, drink, and women. The man standing before him is grim and grey, his hair and beard woven with seaweed.

“I’m here now.”

Aeron doesn’t say anything for a moment, looking out to the sea, before fixing his black eyes back onto Theon. “Do you pray to the Stark gods now, boy?” he asks, a dangerous edge in his voice.

Theon shakes his head. He doesn’t pray much at all anymore.

Aeron nods, satisfied. He pulls a waterskin from his damp robes. “Kneel,” he says, and Theon listens. Aeron pours the contents of the waterskin over his head, the cold shocks him like a slap to the cheek, the salty water stinging his eyes.

“What is dead may never die,” he intones.

“But rises again, harder and stronger.” The words are tasteless in his mouth.

With that, Aeron turns and heads toward the Great Keep. He climbs alongside him, salt dripping from his hair, down his brow, and onto his collar.

Pyke looms ahead.

He smiles, sharp and cold as a blade.

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5 Chanel Is Wrapped In Ribbons For Fall 2025 On the final day of Paris Fashion Week, Chanel presented a distinctly feminine collection for Fall 2025. Inspired by the brand’s signature bows—an accessory beloved by Coco Chanel and turned into a house code by Karl Lagerfeld in the ‘90s—the label’s studio team crafted a ribbon-filled collection, presented on a black ribbon-shaped runway in the Grand Palais. Its newest collection featured a mix of red, green, blue, black, and white tweed skirt suits, blazers, formal gowns, and minidresses, most layered with floating sheer skirts in homage to ribbons’ lightweight nature. However, one of the biggest runway moments was the brand’s newest show crasher: a stray pigeon that strutted down the runway before taking flight! An impressive front row was also in attendance, including Tyla, Camila Cabello, Dakota Fanning, Raye, Whitney Peak, and more. All images: Courtesy of Chanel Gigi Hadid Embraces Jazz Age Glamour For Vogue‘s April 2025 Issue Vogue’s latest cover star is Gigi Hadid! The supermodel is front and center for Annie Leibovitz’s lens, fronting the publication’s April 2025 issue. Posing in a gauzy Valentino dress styled by Alex Harrington, Hadid’s Jazz Age-themed editorial finds her outfitted in similarly nostalgic numbers by Chanel, Fendi, Dior Haute Couture, Prada, Miu Miu, Schiaparelli Haute Couture, and vintage pieces from Timeless Vixen. Her interview with Chloe Schama finds Hadid opening up on her multi-faceted nature as a model, mother, and founder of her Guest in Residence knitwear brand—as well as her recent romance with Bradley Cooper. “I think just getting to the point where knowing what you want and deserve in a relationship is essential,” Hadid says, “and then to find someone that is in a place in their life where they know what they want and deserve…and you both do work separately to come together and be the best partner that you can be. I just feel really lucky. Yeah, lucky’s the word. I respect him so much as a creative, and I feel that he gives so much to me: encouragement and, just, belief. For those people you admire to encourage you, it can create so much belief in yourself. Like, what’s the worst thing if I auditioned for this? You jump and take the leap.” Awww… Gigi Hadid (Annie Leibovitz) The Cinema Society & Neon Toast The Actor’s Premiere With Gemma Chan & André Holland Cheers! On Monday night, The Cinema Society and Neon hosted the official New York premiere of Duke Johnson’s latest film, The Actor. Starring Gemma Chan and André Holland, the historical crime film was screened at Village East. Afterwards, guests convened for a chic afterparty at The Twenty Two—complete with plenty of martinis, prosecco, and light bites from French fries to peach tarts. Attendees included Zazie Beetz, Denée Benton, Ben McKenzie, Reid Scott, Abigail Spencer, Josh Charles, Corey Stoll, Clark Gregg, Stephen Cooney, Paul Young, Aaron Mitchell, Andrew Saffir, Daniel Benedict, Devon Young, Joshua Boone, Odelya Halevi, Jihae, Tyler Lain, Leon, Adrian Martinez, Jo Ellen Pellman, Sterling Jones, David Kuhn, Don Lee, Alex Lundqvist, Keytt Lundqvist, Luke Slattery, Chiké Okonkwo, Patrick Alwyn, Sophie Auster, Jeff Ayars, Andrew Boszhardt, Sloane Crosley,  Amanda Demme, Catherine Curtin, Philip Ettinger, Gabe Fazio, Cassandra Freeman, Montego Glover, Ezra Edelman, Hunter Kohl, Rock Kohli, Orfeh, Lara Eurdolian King, Travis Cronin, Cameron Moir, Jordan Monaghan, Coco Mitchell, Gil Perez-Abraham, Emma O’Connor, Loree Rodkin, Sam Shaffer, Kathryn Neale, Elettra Wiedemann, Caleb Lane, Jake Silbermann, Lucila Sola, Mick Szal, Tara Westwood, and more. All images: David Benthal/BFA Scarlett Johansson Talks Fame, Multitasking, & More for InStyle Scarlett Johansson is back, fronting InStyle’s new Spring Fashion & Beauty issue! Outfitted in contemporary pieces by Gabriela Hearst, Burberry, Michael Kors, Saint Laurent, and more, Johansson opens up on her life in front of and behind the camera—including how she’s quite camera-shy herself! In her accompanying interview with Jason Wheeler, the star shares how she’s developing new film Just Cause, starring in summer’s Jurassic World: Rebirth, and balancing both producing and acting projects with parenting and her skincare line, The Outset. “It’s understanding how to delegate,” Johansson says. “I’ve gotten better at that with more experience. I am kind of a control freak. I have a very active mind. People always describe how they’re ‘zoned out’ and I’m not sure what that means.” Scarlett Johansson Scarlett Johansson All images: Courtesy of InStyle Mona Tougaard Blooms As Viktor & Rolf’s Newest Flowerbomb Face   Mona Tougaard’s in full bloom! The star model is the face of Viktor & Rolf’s new Flowerbomb Extreme eau de parfum, the latest in its blossoming Flowerbomb perfume line. In a new campaign, Tougaard is clad in a chic but punky quilted leather dress while embracing Flowerbomb’s signature pink bottle—and shares her connection to the floral scent, which you can check out on Instagram. Flowerbomb Extreme itself features notes of jasmine, orange blossom, raspberry, and bergamot, finished with vanilla for a lingering sweetness—which you can discover online and in-stores now. Tougaard’s the latest to join Viktor & Rolf’s roster of Flowerbomb faces, which have included Emily Ratajkowski, Anya Taylor-Joy, and more. Mona Tougaard (Courtesy of Viktor & Rolf Fragrances) Orlebar Brown and Faena collab   Time to take a dip! Orlebar Brown has just teamed up with Faena Miami Beach on a stylish new swim collab. The duo have revamped Orlebar’s staple Bulldog swim shorts with two new colorful prints, respectively featuring a lush garden and Faena’s refreshing blue pool (complete with striped cabanas)! Both styles merge Brown’s signature sharp style with the South American heritage of Faena Miami Beach, ensuring you’ll be suited up with flair while visiting any pool or ocean this summer. To pick up your own pair, you can shop in-person at select Orlebar Brown boutiques, Tierra Santa Healing House’s Big Bang boutique at 3201 Collins Avenue in Miami, or OrlebarBrown.com. Orlebar Brown x Faena Miami Beach Orlebar Brown x Faena Miami Beach All images: Courtesy of Orlebar Brown Additional reporting by Madison Coombs Subscribe to our newsletter and follow us on Facebook and Instagram to stay up to date on all the latest fashion news and juicy industry gossip. // Allow detecting when fb api is loaded. function Deferred() var self = this; this.promise = new Promise( function( resolve, reject ) self.reject = reject; self.resolve = resolve; ); window.fbLoaded = new Deferred(); window.fbAsyncInit = function() FB.init( appId : '374762726405868', autoLogAppEvents : true, xfbml : true, version : 'v3.0' ); window.fbLoaded.resolve(); ; (function(d, s, id) var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) return; js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id; js.src = " fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); (document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk')); Source link

[stylestream]

Donald Glover | Zegna Spring 2024 ensemble | Mr & Mrs Smith London Premiere | 2024

[umlewis]

GQ Global Creativity Awards 2024: Introducing Our Sophomore Class of Visionary Honorees

Our second-annual gala celebrating “Big Ideas for a Better World” kicks off on April 11 in New York City.

The GQ Global Creativity Awards are back! Our second-annual gala celebrating the industry-spanning innovators who are setting the tone for an increasingly multidisciplinary, creativity-minded world will take place on April 11 in New York. As GQ's global editorial director Will Welch explained last year, the very notion of creativity has morphed from being a mercurial quality possessed by some, into the "most desirable cultural currency of our times." In turn, the GCAs were conceived to answer a question, as Welch put it: "In a world where everybody wants to be creative, who are the real-deal global icons setting the bar?" This year, our 2024 Global Creativity Awards honorees are: Lewis Hamilton, F1-transcending powerhouse. Hunter Schafer, Hollywood star and activist. Danny McBride, renaissance funnyman. Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, legendary rock gods turned Oscar-winning composers. And rounding out GQ's GCAs Class of 2024 are the American multimedia artist Lauren Halsey, Marni's surrealistic creative director Francesco Risso, and ground-shaking Afrobeats innovator Asake. All of the honorees will join us for our big bash on April 11, where the evening's MC will be none other than Emmy-winning comedy veteran JB Smoove, hot on the heels of Curb Your Enthusiasm's swan-song season. As with our inaugural GCAs gala last spring, where we honored Apple CEO Tim Cook, Hollywood multi-hyphenate Donald Glover, global breakout star Hoyeon, and fashion world-builder Yohji Yamamoto, this year's event is a celebration of "Big Ideas for a Better World." Either way, it's sure to be a night full of great speeches, killer style, and other major surprises. Stay tuned here for more details.

[shadowqueen402]

Balan Wonderworld Outfits: Chapter 4

Down below are the outfits of Chapter 4. I'll be giving the characters clothes that they would most likely wear on windy/spring days. Hope you enjoy these!

Leo Craig

A dark blue sleeveless vest with a grey hood, a white, long-sleeved shirt with a red stripe around the neck, red capris pants, and dark blue and white sneakers.

Emma Cole

A red sleeveless vest with a grey hood, a white, long-sleeved shirt with a light pink stripe around the neck, light pink capris pants, and red and white sneakers. She sports green hair ties instead of her standard red ones.

Jose Gallard

A brown jacket with a pocket on each side and gold buttons over a white shirt, black pants, and deep red shoes. He no longer sports his standard hat.

Fiona Demetria

A white sun hat, a blue sundress with a square neckline, a small navy blue belt with a gold buckle on the waist, and light blue slip-on shoes. She wears her hair down.

Yuri Brand

A white, long-sleeved blouse adorned with a magenta ribbon, a knee-lengthed pleated matching magenta skirt , black knee-high socks, and red shoes with white soles that are adorned with a small indigo bow on top of each shoe. She sports a green headband.

Haoyu Chang

A white, short-sleeved shirt with a lone orange stripe underneath a green sleeveless vest, khaki pants, and green shoes.

Sana Hudson

A denim blue jacket over a light yellow dress with white lining at the bottom, and black ankle boots. She wears a light yellow bandana over her head.

Cass Milligan

A pink, long sleeved frock with a white collar and white cuffs at the end of her sleeves, a black scarf, black knee-high socks, and fuschia loafers. She wears a light pink ribbon in her hair.

Cal Suresh

A dark blue denim jacket over a black shirt, light yellow pants, and brown shoes.

Iben Bia

A purple leather jacket over a lavender shirt, a black mini skirt, black knee high socks, and blue and light blue sneakers.

Attilio Caccini

A light yellow, buttoned-up shirt with rolled up sleeves, white pants, a black watch on his left wrist, and black slip on shoes.

Lucy Wong

A white sunhat, a green sun dress with a v-neckline, and light green flats.

Eis Glover

A deep red blazer over a white shirt, a black tie, deep red pants, and brown shoes.

Bruce Stone

A cream colored vest over a white, long-sleeved shirt, a black belt with a gold buckle, mauve pants, and black shoes.

Act 3 Outfit (Specifically for Haoyu)

A grey blazer over a white dress shirt, an orange tie, grey dress pants, and black dress shoes.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.  Happy Hump Day!

Brilliant, full-on day at college yesterday!  We were discussing brands and messaging.  Everybody knows that Bose is better sound quality but most people still buy Beats By Dre, the market leader.  Bose’s messaging is to tell the consumer about the product.  Beats’ messaging is a photo of Justin Bieber wearing their headphones.  Celebrity endorsement.  You can’t put a price on that kind of marketing!  Me?  I like the way my Sennheiser’s fit around my ears and I like the way they sound.  It’s a big, beefy sound. 

I am 64 and 13 days old and I am still eating and drinking my birthday presents.  I kid you not!  Even worse, The Trouble is 60 and 5 months old and her birthday presents are still on the floor of my study!  We definitely won’t need to buy any bubbly for Christmas!  Yeah, I know, first world problems! 

Once I finish my classes today, I’ll have two days working at home.  Yes, at 4.00 today, my weekend begins!  I have a wonderfully uneventful weekend planned.  I haven’t seen The Mighty Josiah for two weekends in a row.  I miss him terribly!  It will be a weekend of grandparent duties.  When I see him, I’m going to hug him tight and he’s going to scream the house down!

The Trouble is in serious de-cluttering mode.  I am loving it!  She’s making big headway in our bedroom, which badly needs some TLC.  It’s that time of year, innit?  It’s too cold and too dark to go out, so we might as well do some spring cleaning!  Our house is like an off licence, anyway, so it’s a lot of fun staying at home!

Finally finished the sixth season of ‘Community’, which went steadily downhill once Donald Glover (Childish Gambino) left!  Now watching ‘Kim’s Convenience’, a cute series about a Korean family (and their convenience store) in Toronto.  This should take us through until the new year.  We like to watch comedy while we’re eating lunch or dinner in front of the TV.

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday.  I love you all.  Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.  

[proserpinaem]

Back on my hyperfixation shenanigans so I have not slept and here's a list of what I consider to be the prettiest beetles, butterflies and moths, damselflies, and grasshoppers and crickets that inhabit Colorado and Kentucky according to insectidentification.org :

COLORADO

Emerald ash borer (Agrilus planipennis)

Fifteen-spotted lady beetle (Anatis labiculata)

Golden tortoise beetle (Charidotella sexpunctata)

Knapweed root weevil (Cyphocleonus achates)

Longhorn beetle (Semanotus amethystinus)

Dogbane Leaf Beetle (Chrysochus auratus)

European Ground Beetle (Carabus nemoralis)

Golden Net-wing Beetle (Dictyoptera aurora)?

Margined Blister Beetle (Epicauta funebris)

May Beetle - P. lanceolata (Phyllophaga lanceolata)

Mottled Tortoise Beetle (Deloyala guttata)

Pleasing Fungus Beetle (Gibbifer californicus)

Poplar Borer Beetle (Saperda calcarata)

Shining Leaf Chafer - Anomala spp. (Anomala spp.)

Signate Lady Beetle (Hyperaspis signata)

American Lappet Moth (Phyllodesma americana)

Cinnabar Moth (Tyria jacobaeae)

Common Checkered-Skipper (Pyrgus communis)

Glover's Silkmoth (Hyalophora columbia gloveri)

Great Ash Sphinx Moth (Sphinx chersis)

Autumn Meadowhawk (Sympetrum vicinum)

Black Saddlebags Skimmer (Tramea lacerata)

Bird Grasshopper (Schistocerca spp.)

Obscure Bird Grasshopper (Schistocerca obscura)

Sooty Longwing Katydid (Capnobotes fulginosus)

KENTUCKY

Andrew's Snail-eating Beetle (Scaphinotus andrewsii)

Black Firefly (Lucidota atra)

Calligrapha Beetle (Calligrapha spp)

Eastern Hercules Beetle (Dynastes tityus)

Emerald Euphoria Beetle (Euphoria fulgida)

Glowworm (Phengodes spp.)

Goldsmith Beetle (Cotalpa lanigera)

Metallic Wood-boring Beetle: Chalcophora (Chalcophora fortis)

Notched-mouth Ground Beetle (Dicaelus purpuratus)

One-spotted Tiger Beetle (Apterodela unipuncata)

Rainbow Darkling Beetle (Tarpela micans)

Rainbow Scarab Beetle (Phanaeus vindex)

Six-spotted Tiger Beetle (Cicindela sexguttata)

Southern Sculptured Pine Borer Beetle (Chalcophora georgiana)

Stag Beetle (Lucanus capreolus)

Twice-stabbed Lady Beetle (Chilocorus stigma)

Vietinghoff's Ground Beetle (Carabus vietinghoffii)

Abbott's Sphinx Moth (Sphecodina abbottii)

American Ermine Moth (Yponomeuta multipunctella)

Arched Hooktip (Drepana arcuata)

American Bird's-Wing Moth (Dypterygia rozmani)

Arcigera Flower Moth (Schinia arcigera)

Attentive Crocus Moth (Xanthotype attenuaria)

Basswood Leafroller (Pantographa limata)

Beautiful Wood-Nymph (Eudryas grata)

Black-waved Flannel Moth (Megalopyge crispata)

Blackberry Looper (Chlorochlamys chloroleucaria

Blinded Sphinx Moth (Paonias excaecata)

Bluish Spring Moth (Lomographa semiclarata

Buck Moth (Hemileuca maia)

Carmine Snout Moth (Peoria approximella)

Carrot Seed Moth (Sitochroa palealis)

Cecropia Silk Moth (Hyalophora cecropia)

Changeable Grass-Veneer (Fissicrambus mutabilis)

Colorful Zale (Zale minerea)

Common Lytrosis Moth (Lytrosis unitaria)

Confused Eusarca (Eusarca confusaria)

Cross-lined Wave (Timandra amaturaria)

Curve-toothed Geometer (Eutrapela clemataria)

Dark-banded Geometer (Ecliptopera atricolorata)

Deep Yellow Euchlaena (Euchlaena amoenaria)

Diaphania costata (Diaphania costata

Dimorphic Macalla (Epipaschia superatalis)

Dot-lined White (Artace cribrarius)

Dotted Gray (Glena cribrataria)

Drab Prominent (Misogada unicolor)

Eight-spotted Forester Moth (Alypia octomaculata)

Elder Shoot Borer (Achatodes zeae)

Explicit Arches (Lacinipolia explicata)

Eyed Paectes Moth (Paectes oculatrix)

Falcate Orangetip (Anthocharis midea) (female)

Fall Webworm (Hyphantria cunea)

False Crocus Geometer (Xanthotype urticaria

Fervid Plagodis (Plagodis fervidaria)

Fig Sphinx (Pachylia ficus)

Friendly Probole Moth (Probole amicaria)

Giant Leopard Moth (Hypercompe scribonia)

Goldcap Moss-eater Moth (Epimartyria auricrinella)

Gray-edged Hypena (Hypena madefactalis)

Green Arches (Anaplectoides prasina)

Hag Moth (Phobetron pithecium

Hibiscus Leaf Caterpillar Moth (Rusicada privata)

Imperial Moth (Eacles imperialis)

Lesser Maple Spanworm Moth (Speranza pustularia

Luna Moth (Actias luna)

Melissa Blue Butterfly (Plebejus melissa spp.)

Modest Sphinx Moth (Pachysphinx modesta)

Morbid Owlet Moth (Chytolita morbidalis)

Orange-patched Smoky Moth (Pyromorpha dimidiata)

Pale Beauty (Campaea perlata)

Pale Lichen Moth (Crambidia pallida)

Pale Metarranthis (Metarranthis indeclinata)

Pandorus Sphinx Moth (Eumorpha pandorus)

Parthenice Tiger Moth (Apantesis parthenice)

Pearly Wood-Nymph Moth (Eudryas unio)

Pero Moth (Pero spp.)

Pink-patched Looper (Eosphoropteryx thyatyroides)

Pipevine Swallowtail (Battus philenor)

Pistachio Emerald Moth (Hethemia pistasciaria)

Plebeian Sphinx Moth (Paratrea plebeja) (Caterpillar)

Primrose Moth (Schinia florida)

Promiscuous Angle Moth (Macaria promiscuata)

Raspberry Pyrausta (Pyrausta signatalis)

Rustic Sphinx Moth (Manduca rustica)

Saddleback Caterpillar Moth (Acharia stimulea)

Saddled Yellowhorn (Colocasia flavicornis)

Salt-and-pepper Looper Moth (Syngrapha rectangula)

Satin Moth (Leucoma salicis)

Scarlet-winged Lichen Moth (Hypoprepia miniata)

Schlaeger's Fruitworm Moth (Antaeotricha schlaegeri)

Showy Emerald Moth (Dichorda iridaria)

Small Bird Dropping Moth (Ponometia erastrioides)

Snowy Urola (Urola nivalis)

Sorghum Webworm Moth (Nola cereella)

Southern Flannel Moth (Megalopyge opercularis)

Southern Longhorn Moth (Adela caeruleella)

Southern Pine Sphinx (Lapara coniferarum)

Southern Tussock Moth (Dasychira meridionalis)

The Badwing (Dyspteris abortivaria)

Unspotted Looper Moth (Allagrapha aerea)

Venerable Dart Moth (Agrotis venerabilis

Vine Sphinx Moth (Eumorpha vitis)

Walnut Sphinx Moth (Amorpha juglandis)

Wavy-lined Emerald Moth (Synchlora aerata)

Western Grapeleaf Skeletonizer Moth (Harrisina metallica)

White Flannel Moth (Norape ovina)

White Slant-line Moth (Tetracis cachexiata)

White-fringed Emerald Moth (Nemoria mimosaria)

Yucca Moth (Tegeticula, Greya, and Prodoxus spp.)

Carolina Locust (Dissosteira carolina)

Eastern Shieldback Katydid (Atlanticus spp.)

Slender Meadow Katydid (Conocephalus fasciatus)

True Katydid (Pterophylla camellifolia)

Ebony Jewelwing (Calopteryx maculata)

Midland Clubtail (Gomphurus fraternus)

Red Saddlebags (Tramea onusta)

Seepage Dancer (Argia bipunctulata)

[celinewrites]

9 most anticipated holiday releases worth leaving the house for

9 most anticipated 2019 holiday releases worth leaving the house for

By Celine Littlejohn

9 most anticipated holiday releases worth leaving the house for

There are many movies in theaters this holiday season that justify going out in the cold weather to see them. Here’s a breakdown of some top picks.

It’s the holiday season and as the song “Let It Snow” goes, “the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful!” But with the holidays comes the final group of major movie releases of the year. Here are some must-see flicks of all genres that are worth leaving that fireplace and braving the ice and snow for.

Frozen 2

In theaters Nov. 21

Whether you’re young or young at heart, the sequel to the Frozen franchise is a definite must-see. Anna and Elsa are back with a new adventure just in time for the chilly weather. A movie fitting for the entire family where children, families, and Disney lovers in general can all rejoice!

Read our review. (https:/fansided.com/2019/11/14/frozen-2-review/)

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

In theaters Nov. 22

Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood was a defining show of many of our childhoods, and now we can learn more about the man himself through Tom Hanks’ captivating portrayal of Fred Rogers and the relationship he forms with Lloyd Vogel, a journalist from Esquire magazine (portrayed by Matthew Rhys) writing a cover story on Rogers.

Knives Out

In theaters Nov. 27

Like a game of Clue come to life, Knives Out is the classic “whodunnit” for the mystery fan. With an all-star ensemble cast featuring the likes of Daniel Craig, Jamie Lee Curtis, Don Johnson, and Chris Evans (and his sweater), you’ll be guessing the whole way through. Look for Golden Globe- nominated performances from Craig and Ana de Armas, both stars of the upcoming spring 2020 James Bond flick, No Time to Die.

Read our review. (https:/fansided.com/2019/11/18/knives-out-review/)

Richard Jewell

In theaters Dec. 13

Based on a true story, the latest Clint Eastwood film goes deeper into the events surrounding a security guard who discovered a bomb at the 1996 Atlanta Olympics and went from hero to villain in the media. This film goes into detail on how things unfolded and gives the public a better understanding of the events from that summer and beyond. (That said, the film’s depiction of real- life journalist Kathy Scruggs is already the subject of considerable controversy (https:/www.cnn.com/2019/12/10/entertainment/kathy-scruggs-richard-jewell-film- trnd/index.html).)

Jumanji: The Next Level

In theaters Dec. 13

In this sequel of the rebirth of the Jumanji franchise, the beloved board game comes to life again, but this time the characters are in a video game. Dwayne Johnson, Kevin Hart, Jack Black, and Karen Gillan return, and Danny DeVito and Danny Glover are added to the cast for more hijinks. Another film that fits for both the comedy and adventure fan with bounds of laughs and action.

https://fansided.com/2019/12/16/best-holiday-releases-star-wars-cats-knives-out/ 2/5

Black Christmas

In theaters Dec. 13

For the horror fanatics out there, the latest remake of Black Christmas comes out at the most fitting time of the year. Seeing how the fate of a group of sorority girls turns out this time, compared to the previous 1974 and 2006 versions of Black Christmas, is definitely satisfying for those who are ready for new scary thrills.

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

In theaters Dec. 20 with early screenings Dec. 19

Easily the most anticipated release of the holiday season, witness the end of an era as the sequels of the Star Wars saga come to a close. What will become of the Resistance and the First Order? And more importantly, how will the story end for Rey, Kylo Ren, Finn, Poe and other favorites?

Cats

In theaters Dec. 20

Another film with a star-studded ensemble cast including Idris Elba, Judi Dench, Taylor Swift, James Corden and Jennifer Hudson, the classic stage show goes from Broadway to the big screen. The costumes, choreography and classic songs (imagine the iconic song “Memory” on the big screen) are sure to be inviting to moviegoers.

1917

In theaters Dec. 25

In a time when World War I films are overshadowed by World War II films, this Sam Mendes directed feature shines a spotlight on the first World War from the perspective of the British army. The fact that the film will be unfolding in one continuous shot (https:/www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2019/09/1917-one-shot-sam-mendes-interview) adds more interest to an already fascinating film.

NEXT: 25 best movies that never won an Oscar (https://fansided.com/2019/02/07/25-best-movies-that-never-won-an-oscar/)

There are films for movie fans of every genre and age this holiday season. After picking a film, the only question left is how much butter are you going to add on your hot popcorn during those extra chilly days?

[cocktailsfairytales]

Tomorrow is the release of Summer Fated to Be Mine by B. Truly – Young Adult Romance – Urban – Coming of Age

Preorder Now: https://mybook.to/SummerFatedToMeMine

@RABTBookTours #RABTBookTours #SummerFatedtoBeMine #BTruly #YoungAdult @brandytruly

First Love is Overrated

This summer these two broken souls discover if your second love can make you forget your first

Growing up, the Morelli brothers were close

Their kinship sinks deeper than the Titanic the summer they both fall for the same girl. Zakiah always felt Iliana Kaplan's heart belonged to him. All along, it has been their story, until fate removed the blindfold.

Everything falls apart when Zakiah realizes Iliana will never give him her whole heart. This time, the middle brother, Elijah, won't be able to repair the damage. A rift is torn amid all of them, and nothing will ever be the same again.

Two years later, when love comes knocking on his door, Zakiah strays from his motto. He can't pretend the connection he feels with Glory Glover isn't real. He just can't afford to fall victim to love again—already learned that lesson the hard way.

Life drops the other shoe. When his dad reveals who his betrothed is, there's no running from what fate has in store. Can your second love make you forget your first? Zakiah must decide if love only exists in fairytales. No matter what choice he makes, it won't be easy to find what's truly his to behold.

What happened in the spring might've made him forget his summertime dreams, but reality rarely has a silver lining.

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Release Blitz: Summer Fated To Be Mine by B. Truly #releaseday #newbooks #giveaway #youngadult #comingofage #rabtbooktours @BrandyTruly

YA, Coming of Age, Urban, Romance Date Published: 05-06-2025     First Love is Overrated  This summer these two broken souls discover if your second love can make you forget your first   Growing up, the Morelli brothers were close Their kinship sinks deeper than the Titanic the summer they both fall for the same girl. Zakiah always felt Iliana Kaplan's heart belonged to him. All along, it has been their story, until fate removed the blindfold. Everything falls apart when Zakiah realizes Iliana will never give him her whole heart. This time, the middle brother, Elijah, won't be able to repair the damage. A rift is torn amid all of them, and nothing will ever be the same again. Two years later, when love comes knocking on his door, Zakiah strays from his motto. He can't pretend the connection he feels with Glory Glover isn't real. He just can't afford to fall victim to love again—already learned that lesson the hard way. Life drops the other shoe. When his dad reveals who his betrothed is, there's no running from what fate has in store. Can your second love make you forget your first? Zakiah must decide if love only exists in fairytales. No matter what choice he makes, it won't be easy to find what's truly his to behold. What happened in the spring might've made him forget his summertime dreams, but reality rarely has a silver lining. About the Author B. Truly has wanted to be an author since she was fifteen years old. She is grateful to have accomplished this dream. B. Truly has very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. She likes to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. She’s addicted to romance and gets a thrill out of suspense and sci-fi. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romance, sci-fi, dystopian, paranormal, and urban genres. B. Truly likes to explore conflicted plots of romance with thrilling twists. She also loves creating impossible situations for her characters to grow from and try to overcome. B. Truly has three wonderful children, and a husband who defines the person that she is today. She works full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Houston, Texas. Contact Links Facebook Twitter Goodreads Instagram TikTok   Purchase Today https://mybook.to/SummerFatedToMeMine Amazon Barnes and Noble Kobo Smashwords a Rafflecopter giveaway  via https://ift.tt/4Pmoygt

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BACK TO SMALLS LIVE AND TRIOS, PART ONE

ARI HOENIG with Gadi Lehavi and Ben Tiberio, SMALLS JAZZ CLUB, 17 MARCH 2025, 9 pm set

MARC COPLAND with Matt Penman and Joechen Rueckert, MEZZROW’S, 20 MARCH 2025, 9 pm set

NICOLA CORSA with Art Hirahara and Peter Van Nostrand, MEZZROW’S, 5 MARCH 2025, 9 pm set

It’s been two and a half weeks since this last souvenir from just before my wonderful Spring Break Study Abroad trip to The Netherlands. My writing prompts for that week were for a journal that came to nearly 6K words. Perhaps unwinding with music might have suited me and my self-care did include introvert time most evenings, but there was a lot going on. Once back, I’ve caught ARI HOENIG and MARC COPLAND live in real time and coped not with jet lag but a sleep debt. I reached into the archive for the NICOLA CORSA set that I didn’t get to in that busy week before we left. Starting that just half an hour early and being better rested made it easier. But all three sets were very appealing and welcome.

ARI HOENIG’s working band is almost always on my list, but somehow I’ve missed them for a few months as there was a set with another bassist and then the other band with saxophonist Tivon Pinnicot. Evidently Ben Tiberio gets pulled in other directions. But the old gang was back together, in fact just off the road after a week in the Midwest. It seemed that Tiberio was higher in the mix and very welcome. Hoenig was far from subdued and very much his almost manic self, but besides the better room sound, Lehavi led the way and helped make Hoenig’s compositions, increasingly familiar, sparkle. The standards were the slowed down Cherokee and Tea for Two, with some technical problems that also disrupted Copland’s set, but I even recognized the closer Guernsey Street Gooseneckers and the opener Any More. Lines of Oppression, also familiar, had rich contours and Hoenig explained that it owed a debt to Charles Ives. My loyalty to this band paid off.

I keep coming back to MARC COPLAND despite more often than not finding him too introspective and turned in on himself, not even big enough to fill Mezzrow’s. This gig started as him and Matt Penman slated to accompany singer JD Walter. That would have been interesting as the requisite standards would have been grounding. Subbing in drummer Joechen Rueckert was an equally good prod as he pulled no percussion punches but didn’t overwhelm Copland. He had more drive while keep all his lyricism and harmonic richness. The opening standard had a slow burn. Both All Blues (where the pause and shift to another device) and Maiden Voyage were busy and idiosyncratic but also driving. The closer was not quite The Theme but certainly some Rhythm Changes piece. It was not as long as the other tunes, but it wasn’t the usual The Theme fragment. It suited the set.

Bassist NICOLA CORSA (now there’s an alternate frame for this essay—trios as led by the drummer, the pianist, and now the bassist—but that’s not what stands out) had Art Hirahara whom I’ve seen too rarely and know for a series of albums with Donny McCaslin then Melissa Aldana and finally Nicole Glover. A trio set from him more than a year, maybe two, ago was enough for me to seek out those albums, but didn’t stick. So I was delighted by his bright swing, patient and relaxed but swinging. CORSA who was a steady, fluid spark picked a great set, opening with Wayne Shorter’s One By One and closing with Monk’s We See with Benny Golson’s Along Came Betty and a Jobim in there. His original was a Venezuelan waltz. The standards, back to back, were delightfully The Song Is You and Everything Happens To Me, great favorites given a fine airing. His partner, a singer, joined in for a version of Cute which Neal Hefti brought to Count Basie. So he namechecked another hero. They did justice to all that wonderful music.

And, so I’m back! I’ve got another backlog of trios from before my trip. So I’m on to Caelan Cardello, Helen Sung, and Miki Yamanaka.