#coco and eve

[lindalibraloca]

The Ordinary, Geek and Gorgeous, Alpha-H and more - New in May

Lots of exciting new skincare releases from The Ordinary, Geek and Gorgeous, Alpha-H, innbeauty Project and, new to me, Coco and Eve, Dermelect and Maysama. What do you want to see reviewed first?

[crazygnomenclature]

Webtoon | Insta | Bluesky

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[lewisarchive]

Sir Lewis Hamilton with Nicolas Hamilton, Roscoe and Coco on Christmas (2013)

[alacants]

why did the technique anon make me sad? :(

the truth is that as a sports fan you are guaranteed to be disappointed and you are guaranteed to be sad. there's no getting around that. but that's no reason to despair. especially not tonight, on the eve of the roland garros final! 

this is what i mean about the long view. let's say carlos doesn't improve this year, or next year, or even the year after that. what about the year after that? and after that? 

and even in the worst case, even if he doesn't. it doesn't mean he can't play an amazing match. it doesn't mean he can't make a deep run. it doesn't mean he can't win a final. it doesn't mean that at any moment he can't look at his own tennis and say, i want something to change.

and that is the joy and the promise of sports, that anything can happen. in any given match, or season, or career. 

maybe carlos takes a giant leap in the next year and we're looking back on last fall with fond condescension. maybe he never does get all that good on hard court but divine luck is on his side and he wins the next five french opens in a row. maybe he slumps for the next three years and when that one big title comes, whatever it is, it's worth ten times as much as it would have been if it were just one more trophy in the cabinet. maybe the cards fall just right and he's the youngest player to get a career slam. maybe he never gets the career slam but fifteen years from now he's still out there for the joy of playing tennis and we're thrilling to watch him defeat the world no. 4 at the australian open. there are a million different paths ahead and we have no idea which one will unfold.

that's why we keep coming back, right? that's why we watch tennis.

[tohruies]

happy timezone my little superstars 🥰 i hope you find love and a smile in the most peculiar of places today 🌬️💝 and maybe .. you can find such things … in your mailbox?? :’3

[autumnsaesthetics]

🍁 Non-Horror Films For Halloween 🍁

Part One!

(Row One) 🎃

Coco

Coraline

Paranorman

(Row Two) 🎃

Hocus Pocus

Halloweentown

E.T

(Row Three) 🎃

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Monster House

The Curse Of Bridge Hollow

(Some movies I have on these lists may be considered scary to some and not to others, just take what you will from them. Everybody has different tastes and different levels of scary they can handle.)

[ahopefulbromantic]

I just realized the most tragic thing - that I cannot gush about 31st October being Dziady / Forefathers' Eve because it's a Polish thing and none of my mutuals know what it is and no really good translation of the dramatic works exists to have them read it :(((

It's like a traditional Polish Halloween and nowadays it's mainly known from Adam Mickiewicz's (he's to Poland what Shakespeare is to England) 4-part drama centered around it. It follows a tortured poet (my blorbo, I love him) during the time Poland was partitioned and erased from the maps, its people oppressed but always fighting back. It is one of the most important and culturally significant Polish works ever created. And it's got, like so many themes, so many themes you guys. It's one of my favorite works ever one of my all-time dreams is to play Konrad, a protag from part 3.

So if anyone does know it or is interested in finding out more please please please message me or drop an ask I'd love to infodump!!!

[flipjack]

Another with Coco's to Go-Go

[kirby-roth]

Shirahama’s masterclass panel at barcelona confirming a bunch of my conjectures

[ladygreytea76]

Jill Scott

Coco Jones

Ari Lennox

Janelle Monáe

Ms Lauryn Hill

Missy Elliott

Eve

Monica

and Megan Thee Stallion.

What a line-up.

[freaky-geaky]

Best cameo ever!!!

https://www.deviantart.com/giselleejacques1989/gallery

[champagnexowishes]

Day of the Dead Bread🌼🍞

Best served with hot chocolate☕️

[pleasantviewrainfall111]

You go, Glenn Coco!

As you can see, the drama kids in my game were busy putting on their very own rendition of 'Mean Girls' and I shall admit that editing these was a whole lot of fun 👉🏻👈🏻

[mercedesdecorazon]

For us black girls, these things break stereotypes of us in every way ♥️

just a reminder:

a black girl character growing her hair out long breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character having short hair

a black girl character getting to be soft and fragile breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character being strong all the time

a black girl character being protected and comforted by others breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character having no one to look out for her but herself

a black girl character being considered pretty or cute by other characters breaks more stereotypes than a black girl character being considered unattractive

not everything that is empowering for white girls is empowering for black girls

the sexism we face overlaps, but it is not the same

[justnadiene]

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[r1elle]

“no use crying over spilled milk.” —except, there probably is.

a. miya x reader

atsumu knows he’s messed up.

he thinks he may need to leave all that he’s accomplished in his lifetime — all because of a simple, but dire mistake.

“this can’t be happenin..” the blonde murmurs, looking at the monstrosity infront of him.

spilled vegetable smoothie. on three dozens of cooling cookies. that you’ve excitedly made. for your friends and family. as gifts.

atsumu was definitely crying over this ‘spilled milk’.

brushing off the fear of getting divorced on Christmas Eve, atsumu decides to think of how he can remove any remaining evidence.

he thinks that perhaps he can just bake the cookies again, —but argh, he silently curses osamu for taking the culinary skills.

the blonde scrambles around, scurrying to every part of the kitchen to at least try and scrape some of the green-kelpy smoothie bits on your cookies.

the opening of the front door was the only thing that could make him drop whatever he was doing.

“atsumu!~ do you think you can help me with the groceries? i ended up going a little overboard, so i bought some hot coco and chocolate fondue as something to go with the cookies! and—“ you ramble on, however atsumu could only feel the lump forming in his throat, the sweat on his forehead, and the drying of his lips.

he’d rather experience losing a volleyball match right now.

but unfortunately, the sweating of his palms wasn’t going to help him cover his crime scene— with you finally walking up to him with a questionable tone and all.

on some lame attempt to delay your discovery by even a fraction of a second, atsumu lays a cloth on top of your pastries.

“hey, something the matt—……er…?”

you pause in between your words, familiar with atsumu’s current expression. your husband is wearing the exact face he made the last time he realized he’d accidentally mistaken your diy project as trash and threw it out. (valentines almost ended off with him sleeping on the couch.)

his face could only mean one thing, then.

however, distracting you from the overly guilty look on his face was the unusual placement of the rag that you had bought not long ago.

you look at the cookies.

he looks at you.

you look at him.

he looks at the cookies.

you lift the rag.

green, protein-y, vegetable smoothie mix laid on top of your thick, chocolate chipped cookies.

“miya.”

despite the fact that you both now share the same last name— atsumu knows you talk of his last name.

he fears that you may end up going back to your own after this night passes.

“baby please, i— i didn’t…” he rambles, but knows that no excuse can save him from his actions. he pinches the bridge of his nose. “…im…i’m sorry, hon. i’ve got no excuse. i was bein’ careless, and yer’ cookies are all damped because of my stupidity. i’m sorry. what can i do? hm?”

his build envelopes yours, and suddenly you find a man nearing his 30s senselessly murmuring sweet nothings to your ear, hoping that perhaps a single saying can be of the slightest comfort to your disappointment.

the room quiets down, the sound of the ventilation being the only source bearing noise.

the silence only makes atsumu antsy, who begins to lose hope of your anger easing down any time soon.

and so, he decides to call it a night.

“i’ll take the couch tonight, hm? how’s that? i know that it’s nothin’ much…”

a grin.

“…but if it’ll help you in even the slightest way, i’m more than willing to do it—”

a stifle of laughter.

atsumu paused, thinking that the (familiar) sound he’d just heard was some sort of hallucination that his mind had made up on the spot.

“a-anyway, i’ll see what i can do soon, and—“

finally releasing any ounce of self control you had, bursts of laughter start leaving your mouth.

“oh— oh, oh my gosh, i…” your unexplained cackling begins to alter the solemn look on your husbands face into one of confusion.

“you just looked so pathetic— it was cute! i’m sorry, i’m sorry..” you manage to hide in a snort, your husbands eyes following every movement you made.

why were you laughing? was he getting divorced?! is this some sick way to break it to him? no…no??! you’ve both been through so much together, you couldn’t possibly—… but then again… he’s probably put you through so much! argh! is this what osamu meant when he said—

atsumu’s disorganized internal thoughts then get interrupted by your pecks, something that’s been able to melt him since your last year of highschool.

“i’m not mad, no.. no,” you smile, a little giggle sneaking out. “i just couldn’t help but see how you’d react if i looked mad! i’m sorry baby, forgive me?” you coo, your head lifting up to meet his eyes as you sway his tall figure.

“but… i.. yer not mad? i completely trashed the cookies, babe. look!—

“i may or may not have accidentally mixed the salt up for sugar.” you say, a playful smile greeting your lips. “haven’t told you about the cookies i just bought from the store.”

as if all his worries had come to an end, atsumu’s shoulders slump down, a sigh coming out of him.

“ya couldn’t just tell me all that in the beginnin’?”

“and miss seeing you all so guilty and pouty? what am i, insane?”

“be happy i love ya’.”

“need i remind you of last valentines, then?”

“why don’t we get set up? also, yer’ lookin’ beautiful in that dress. anyone told you that yet?”

“okay, you can stop that now, miya.”

“yer’ a miya too, ya know.” he grins.

you roll your eyes, however a smile creeps it’s way in, betraying your ‘dismay’ towards the man.

“you’re right. i suppose i am.”

this was from the request of an oomf !

can we just pretend this was posted before Christmas thank u very muchiez

i fear that the pathetic husband atsumu will never become a trope i’ll get tired of

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone !

ps. if you start seeing that i lowkey started to get confused as to how to write that lil accent he has, no u didn’t.