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[lethalchiralium]

Seasons Change ⋆⭒ Part One

Retired!Cowboy!John Price x F!Reader, “arranged” marriage AU - Series Masterlist

summary: You’ve responded to the ad, traveling for days to a secluded farm in Montana to marry a man who would free you from the loneliness that infested your life back home - at the cost of your freedom. Or so you think.

Are you truly sure about this?

Your coach wasn’t extravagant by any means, wood splintered off of its wall and the cushions almost as old as you. You were sure that if you placed your Mama’s suitcase onto the floor, it would fall through. Your nicest shoes were on your feet, tied tightly and uncomfortable as they ghosted the top of the rotting wood floorboards.

Your hands were settled in a pair of your finest gloves, which shielded away the nicks you got from farming at your parent’s small ranch; lima beans, beets, sugar peas, radishes and tomatoes. The ground was tough in Illinois, trying to learn how to farm behind your mother’s back was essential - for you to be able to have freedom when you leave for the West, you had to have a source of income. Unless, God gives you a little ad from Montana on a Sunday afternoon.

Your nails hurt every time you scraped off the top soil from your radishes, the hot sun boiled your back through your stifling dress. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand before you pulled out the last one, a sore hand wiped away dirt to show a deep violet color. There was a smirk on your face, the vegetable settled in your small basket. Your Pa was to be back by noon, taking his horse to town for some supplies and a new sewing kit for Mama. Her time was spent inside, usually under the watchful eye of a needle and feeder as her brand new sewing machine droned on. Pa spent the better part of the money from last year’s harvest for that, she took it with a soft smile.

Mama’s clothes were good, she can sew four shirts by noon and sell them by two o’clock, her blankets still have a waitlist from last winter. You were lucky to have her sew you a new dress with how busy she’s gotten - it’s good for you, it means you can learn how to tend a farm from Pa. Independent living always intrigued you, wanting to live off the land in a quiet house with a shepherd dog. People weren’t interesting enough for you - you got that from Mama - but romance was. Wanting to be loved without the hassle of courting was a dream of yours, but it wasn’t feasible. No good man would want a woman with cuts on her hands, your Mama always said, a lady doing a man’s work insults God. That and you didn’t go to town much, never going without your Pa for fear of being harassed by men like you had been before. You were always escorted through town by your Pa, he always had a smile and a swift draw with his revolver.

You twisted a tomato from the vine, a decent size yet still not big enough - it seemed the soil was beginning to lose its strength of growing your crops bigger than the palm of your hand. Every year they kept growing smaller, every year it seemed that Mama’s sewing hobby was looking more profitable than the cornfields Pa tended to alone. Even your contribution of an array of vegetables wouldn’t bring four dollars to the table; when it used to bring seven.

There were footsteps along the side of the house, heavy and with a gentle huff as he walked on the solid Earth. It wasn’t hard to recognize your Pa by sound, your hands kept twisting off undersized tomatoes as he approached from the side.

“I’ve got something for you, Sugar Pea.”

You shook your head. “If it’s one of those Seed boys’ letters, I don’t want it.”

“It’s somethin’ you oughta consider.”

The trail began to grow bumpy, your hands held onto your small suitcase as you gazed out the window. The fields expanded as far as your eye could see, mountains clustered in the distance made you excited. You had never seen mountains before - Illinois was flatter than most states. It had taken you a day by coach then three days by train from busy Chicago to reach the calm Montana landscape, excitement bubbled in your skin. This is where you would be living the rest of your life, you hoped. You prayed this ad your father had given you wasn’t a trick for the man you had been corresponding with for the past two months.

The coach was stuffy, you already tried to open the windows in the doors but they were sealed shut, your hand waved your fan to try and keep cool in the brand new dress you sewed just for this occasion.

“No daughter of mine is leaving to go to Montana by herself!”

“Ellen, she wants to go! I won’t stop her.”

“And how did she get this ad? She certainly doesn’t have the penny to pay the damn clerk for the newspaper.”

“If she wants to go to Montana to marry a farmhand, let her. None of these boys here are worth the scum on my shoe.”

You laid in your bed, you watched as your curtain billowed from the night time breeze - moonlight dancing along with the thin fabric as the only sound you heard was your parents arguing.

“What if we need her? What if the soil runs dry?”

“I’ll learn to sew.”

“It’s a woman’s job.”

“It’s also her job to be married by now. She’s 20 for God’s sake, Ellen, she needs to have her own freedom.”

“And it’s a world’s away from us?”

Your fingers tapped your nightgown, tears running down the side of your face. You hated that you would be so far from them, but this was your chance. Romance without courting, hopefully. You were naive enough to not understand that romance is nothing without courting.

“She’s not a child anymore. She just wants to be wed.”

“And not have her husband love her?! Courting is how she should be doing it, that Joseph is a fine boy-“

“Not again with that preacher’s son-“

“-that would treat her right!”

“She doesn’t want to be here! She just wants to be wed and to be left alone, this man promised us a cash amount if she replies. All she would need to do is wed him, give him a child-“

“Gerald-“

“-then shoot him if she likes, just like I taught ‘er.”

Pa’s silver revolver was smothered by an old scarf in the deepest part of your suitcase, just in case this man in the ad turned out to have lied about his identity. A 35 year old man in need of a wife to start a family with. Payment to family if wed. You had written to him four times during the winter, spring had come in full bloom to welcome you to your new home. He had promised a warm house and a dog in his lengthy letters, detailing where he lived and where his family came from. Said he was a farmhand, tending to horses and a farm he partially owned. You didn’t have much to say back, only that you lived on flat farm land your whole life, you know how to garden, cook, and sew. And to your surprise, he found that knowing how to garden was great. You always had the idea that men hated women doing any of the dirty work, but that always came from Mama’s mouth. He wrote in detail that he found your hobbies interesting and would be more than happy to let them continue, if you agreed to marry him.

“You’re set on meeting this man. Are ya sure you want to go?”

“I am.”

“Get up. Pack quickly before your Mama hears ya.”

“Pa-“

“Hurry. The train leaves soon and the carriage can only go so fast.”

And here you were, in a coach this mysterious John Price had rented to bring you from the center of Missoula to his farm an hour away. You had enough money to get you to him, but he insisted on paying the train ticket and for you to be promptly delivered to him. Perhaps you should have considered if he was truly lying and was a one-eyed bald man named Bob. That or it was that crazy preacher’s son trying to get you to marry him again. You silently prayed that this seemingly sweet man you had been writing to all winter was actually kind and respectful.

The coach stopped abruptly, it jerked you forwards and forced you to press your shoes into the withered floorboards - yet nothing happened; you were surprised. Your gaze fell to the window, gazing out to see beautiful fields and dozens of trees. Even in the early spring with the remaining spray of snow on the ground, it was gorgeous. You could hear talking, the horse neighed at the front and all you could do was gaze out the window to the massive farm.

There was talking, a deep voice who initiated the conversation with the coach driver - your heart rose into your throat. Was this where you were going to live the rest of your life? Sprawling countryside with whinnying horses, barking dogs, lush trees and dark mountains as far as the eye could see? If it was, you were content - it was better than the flat farmland you lived on your entire life. You spotted a dark brown horse, coming into your view - a nice saddle sat on its back, deep brown hair combed and black spots dotted its belly. You would have spent the next hour admiring the gorgeous horse if it wasn’t for the coach door opening. Your eyes settled on the man who held open the door, covered by a long brown coat and brown shirt. He then held his hand out, you handed him your suitcase.

The man held out his free hand to you with a smile, eyes blue like a stormy sky. It shocked you just how gentle his gaze was, every man who ever looked at you always seemed like they would rip you apart at the seams.

Not this one.

He set your suitcase down, still holding your hand in his calloused one.

Oh. He is pretty.

Dark brown beard with mutton chops somewhat kept neat, teeth a light yellow - better than most men you’ve seen.

“What if he’s mean, Papa?”

“Then you leave.”

“If I can’t?”

“Shoot him in the head. You know how.”

His hold was gentle, better than any man who had grabbed at you when you were a teenager. Disgusting men laying hands on a young girl in the streets, but scrambling back like cats when Pa snapped at them.

“You’re prettier than what I imagined.”

Your jaw almost went slack with shock - he was British? He never disclaimed that to you in his letters, but his subtle drawl of his accent made your stomach quiver. Your lips pulled a smile.

“You have a beautiful voice.”

“She speaks.” He chuckled a little. “Thank you, Miss.”

The coachman closed the door behind you, John then began to lead you towards the horse you were admiring earlier - now noticing the cart attached to it. It wasn’t anything fancy, just something to pull heavy items around. Your trunk already sat on it, he led you towards the seats.

You gazed at his face, the jawline that faded into his neat beard - the way his brown hair seemed to glitter in the sunshine. He was perfect - like the daydreams you had for years.

“It’s a small ride to the house,” John turned to you, holding up your hand to help you into the seat. You stepped up onto the cart, settling down and letting go of his gentle hand so he could set your suitcase beside your trunk. You looked down at your powder blue dress, one you spent all winter making by hand - Mama wasn’t fond of you using her machine. You were proud of this dress, even if it was meant to wear for one day, you’d always be so proud of how nicely it came together, how your first meeting with the man you were to spend the rest of your life with was perfect. Being optimistic is a good trait, Papa always said.

You spent your time watching the landscape as if it moved with you, the short journey felt centuries long as your heart beat faster than a race horse. Life here would certainly be harder than home, seeing that neither of your parents allowed you to help them most days - you were left on your own. Always alone, always doing what was needed without overstepping. This was a whole new challenge; learning where to push and where to pull boundaries with one John Price.

“Have you eaten?”

You glanced to John, noting his one hand on the reigns and the other resting on his leg. Your eyes flickered up to his face, his eyes kept on the trail in front of the horse.

“I have not.”

“I will make you dinner when we arrive. Won’t be long.”

You nodded to yourself, your own hands settling in your lap, squeezing tightly together. You gazed down at your hands, the blue of your dress meant to calm you. What you missed was a soft smile from your betrothed, his gaze memorizing your face for a few seconds before looking ahead.

This is a good choice. New scenery. New people. Far, far away from that damned pastor’s son and Mama’s snide remarks.

I have faith in John. But I hold no trust yet.

Use the gun if you’re ever scared.

Dinner was quiet. He was a good cook, much better than what you were used to and you were secretly delighted. Just a simple pork and potato dinner was better than the porridge your mother barely made edible. You stood like an awkward stranger in the small living room of the one bedroom home, unsure of what to do as John had not asked anything of you yet after dinner. In fact, he was silent the moment you stepped foot into his home.

Were you doing this wrong? What had you done to make him suddenly grow quiet?

There was a dusty couch, a dirt covered rug and a barely used fireplace in the room, your hands clasped together as a way to ease your nerves. He hasn’t opened the door to the bedroom yet, that was the most nerve wracking part. You haven’t shared a bed with a man, not since you were a toddler in your Mama’s bed. It was a terrifying prospect - especially to a quiet and reserved lady, having been chased by many men back home.

At least you won’t have to worry about those leeches anymore. You have a… husband now. You will be a wife. He can protect you. Right?

“I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

You jumped a little, turning to look at John as he stood a few feet away - hands settled in his pockets. The awkwardness clung to your clothes, worry brewing deep in your belly. Does he not like you now?

John settled back on his heels, to your eye he seemed calm - what you couldn’t see was the tensing of his muscles, trying to not be as nervous as you were. The way he forced his jaw open to speak wouldn’t be noticed by you either. “I wanted to uh… thank you. For agreeing.”

You curtly nodded, you fought the urge to pick at your nail beds - a nervous habit. Silence befell the room again, your gaze didn’t disconnect from John for more than a few moments, where he held his hand towards the closed door - what you assumed was the bedroom. Your stomach dropped unexpectedly, your blood grew cold and you could only watch him with a nervous glare. He gazed back at you for just a moment before he spoke to himself, seeming to chastise his previous gesture, before he opened the door. He nodded towards it again.

“I’ll bring your chest in if you want to have a look around.”

Your legs felt like they could give way at any moment, but you still walked silently towards the room - John moved out of your way, making sure there was no chance to accidentally touch you. Acting as if you were made of thin porcelain, one wrong move and you would shatter on the floor. He turned away as soon as you passed, you didn’t miss the near-silent wince he made as soon as he started walking. You looked to him, a fleeting moment, just to memorize his figure before ducking into the quaint bedroom.

A large bed was pushed into the corner, only able to crawl onto the bed on one side. A fireplace across from there, connected to the one in the living room. The floor was bare hardwood, your shoes most likely shielded you from miniature splinters. There was a mirror in the corner, reflecting the entire room from where you stood. Only a few pictures adorned cleaned spaces, photographs of places that you’ve never seen before. A bay, with ships sailing in and out. One with snow covered trees. Another with a decrepit looking house.

You were quick to change. Your eyes watched John through the mirror, his back completely to you. You threw off your nice dress as soon as you untied it - not without a little struggle - before you pulled on a long nightgown, sleeves down to your wrists and hem grazing the top of your feet. You pulled the pins from your hair,

You pulled your quilt from your trunk, your hands gripped it tightly as you turned to face your… fiancé. His back was to you, showing many light pink scars. Some were the size of your pinky, others the size of your palm. If you were brave, you would walk up to him and trace the edges of them - but you weren’t. You waited for John to finish the bed, nerves swirled in your belly. You hadn’t shared a bed with someone since your Mama stopped letting you in hers when you were six. You’re a lady, she said, ladies don’t sleep in beds with men if they’re not wed.

“We’re not married yet.” Your voice was soft, John’s hands halted as they set a pillow on the far side of the bed.

“We are not.”

“We can’t sleep in the same bed.”

The man chuckled a little before he took the pillow closest to him, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. “I forgot you wrote about that.”

Your grip tightened on the quilt. “About what?”

He yanked off the blanket from the bed, leaving the brown sheets before he dropped the blanket onto the floor next to the pillow. He turned around, it was hard not to try and gaze at his bare chest but you still kept his gaze. “Not sleeping beside each other until we were married. I meant to make my sleeping arrangements earlier but a man’s work is never done.” He shrugged, his smile softened as he nodded towards the bed. “Go on.”

You stood there for a moment, contemplating if you should sleep in his bed when he was to work the farm in the morning, but he held out his hand, the smile never fading.

“You’ll sleep alone just for the week, love.” He nodded again towards the bed. “I promise I’ll be fine on the floor.”

You silently made your way to the bed, hoisting yourself onto it before you spread your quilt over your body and the bed. It was cold, comfortable but not inviting. You supposed it wouldn’t be - you had been in this house for less than a day and the only thing comforting you was your belongings from home.

Home, you chuckled in your head. I suppose home is here now.

John fluffed his pillow on the floor, you didn’t hear an ounce of complaint as he pulled the worn blanket over himself. Your fingers traced the stitching of Mama’s sewing machine, your quilt sheltered you from the scratchy sheets on John’s bed. You could hear your mother droning on about marrying a farmhand, that you needed to go for someone with more money like a politician or a Christian - you didn’t like any man she chose, you shook your thoughts of that away. The first man you had chosen for yourself was far better than any lowlife scoundrel your Mama could find, and she would find ones that couldn’t have kindness anywhere near their greedy hides.

You slightly jumped when John spoke your name.

“Yes, John?���

He cleared his throat. “We’ll marry by the end of the week. I’ll sleep on the floor ‘til you decide you want me up there.”

“Okay.”

The stitching reminded you of home, of your cozy room with as many blankets as your Mama could make. It reminded you of quiet nights sitting with Pa on the porch, letting your mother stew inside after she made a comment that made Pa defend you. It reminded you of being little and standing outside Mama’s sewing room, hands holding your stuffed toy while you watched her sew by hand - one footstep into her room was ten minutes worth of scolding.

As you closed your eyes, you pressed your hands into your sternum. John was to be your husband, which meant children sooner or later. You promised yourself you would never scold your children for wanting to love you.

You hoped John would hold the same value.

[youremyheaven]

Astrology & Voice : A Quick Study

1. Prominent 3h placements can give you a very distinct voice

2. People who have a deeper/huskier voice often have Mercury aspecting Pluto. Ex: Miley Cyrus & Whitney Houston (both have mercury conjunct pluto)

3. Mercury in a water sign can give the native a very sultry voice. They probably sound a lil intimidating and their voices will always be slightly low pitched (Zoe Saldana, Lana Del Rey, Pamela Anderson, Adriana Lima, Gisele Bundchen)

if Mercury is in Cancer, the voice tends to be soft and calming to hear. Ex: Margot Robbie, Elsa Pataky, Kate Beckinsale etc

Mercury in Scorpio gives the native a certain, almost nasally twang to their voice, it's not exactly nasally but i cant think of a good way to describe it, its deeper and fuller sounding but there's a certain twang to it.

Ex: Kim Kardashian, Katy Perry, Julia Roberts, Madonna, Kris Jenner, Demi Moore, Gabrielle Union & Miley Cyrus

especially Miley & Demi have this very gravelly cigar smoking kinda voice

Mercury in Pisces gives a very intimidating, richer or fuller vocal timbre

Ex: Mariah Carey (her speaking voice), Sharon Stone, Liz Taylor, Alan Rickman, Lucy Lawless, Juliette Binoche, Fergie (her speaking voice)

4. Mercury in Fire signs gives a rather shrill voice, unless there are other aspects involved

Others may find their voice/talking irritating; they often have "vocal fry" esque tendencies

Mercury in Leo: Jennifer Lopez, Cameron Diaz, Demi Lovato, Lindsay Lohan

Mercury in Sagittarius can give you either a very husky, sensuous voice or a very "loud" one, there's no in between

Ex: Scarlett Johansson, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Vanessa Paradis, Carla Bruni, Bjork etc

Mercury in Aries natives have a very tonal pitch, their voices have a very "radio announcer" quality, idk how to describe it 😭😭

Ex: Diana Ross, Jessica Chastain, Madison Beer, Carmen Electra, Jennifer Garner etc

5. Mercury in Earth signs

Mercury in Taurus also gives natives a very soulful, deep-ish husky voice. They're very sexy sounding

Ex: Gigi Hadid, Uma Thurman, Brooke Shields, Selena Quintanilla, Renee Zellwegger etc

Mercury in Virgo: these natives have a very "sing song-y" voice, they speak in a very rhythmic way and modulate their voice very well. if you listen to any of their interviews, they always speak like they're telling a story, if you know what I mean.

Ex: Madonna, Kylie Jenner, Hugh Grant, Monica Bellucci, Amy Winehouse, Salma Hayek, Dakota Johnson etc

Mercury in Capricorn gives natives a raspy voice, their voices tend to be very low pitched and some of them kind of sound like they have a perpetual cold

Ex: Taehyung, Zayn Malik, Shakira, Alex Turner, R Kelly, Alexa Demie

Sometimes however it can give the native a very "sugary girly" voice

Ex: Milla Jovovich, Taylor Swift, Zooey Deschanel, Ellen Degeneres

6. Mercury in Air signs

Mercury in Gemini natives are very verbose; they're articulate but they're very wordy; they also speak in a rather expressive manner; usually they're very well spoken

Ex: Angelina Jolie, Elizabeth Hurley, Helena Bonham Carter, Courteney Cox, Stevie Nicks, Cate Blanchett etc

Mercury in Libra natives often speak in a very expressive and animated way, its so cutee🥰

Ex: Catherine Zeta-Jones, Zendaya, Brigitte Bardot, Bella Hadid, Kate Winslet, Emma Stone, Gwen Stefani, Sophia Loren etc

Mercury in Aquarius: ive often noticed that these natives can sound a bit clueless or zoned out when they're speaking 🤭

Ex: Harry Styles, Drew Barrymore, Jennifer Aniston, Paris Hilton (in the 2000s at least)

[marigraphia]

Making her Hellfire debut... I give you... The Ice Princess!

Really enjoyed how this one turned out, so it gets its own post 😊

I already mentioned the references in the original post, but here they are:

'X-Men Origins: Emma Frost' (2010) -- written by Valerie D'Orazio, with pencils by Karl Moline, inks by Rick Magyar, colours by Morry Hollowell and lettering by Dave Sharpe. Editor Nick Lowe.

Photos from the 2006 VSFS segment 'Winter Wonderland of Glacial Goddesses' -- featuring Hana Soukupová (corset), Ana Beatriz Barros (panties/stockings), Adriana Lima (cape), and Julia Stegner (poofy shoulder thing/hair).

[cleopatragirlie]

Hi guys, I've kinda realized I've never really introduced myself on Tumblr because I just presume everyone knows me from Twitter, and I've been on here since I was 12 😭

I'm Poppy, 18. From England (and that's where that ends I don't want to dox myself)

My interests vary: on twitter it's simply fashion, movies and music but for Tumblr I'll go a little more in-depth💕

Fashion: mainly 60-70-80s, but I post about all eras, my favourite models (in no order) are Bebe Buell, Suki Potier, Uschi Obermaier, The Boyds and Shrimptons, Kim Kerrigan, Charlotte Martin, Susan Bottomly, Edie Sedgwick (the factory as a whole really), Talitha Pol, Donyale Luna, Renée Simonsen, Yasmin Le Bon, Gia Carangi, Laetitia Casta, Adriana Lima, Ruslana Korshunova, Gabbriette and Deva Cassel. But I post many more <3

Movies: Anything Italian, Giallos, Visconti (blame my Helmut Berger obsession) Silvana Mangano, Monica Vitti, Pasolini and I'm in! I adore actors like Ewa Aulin, Sharon Tate, Nastassja Kinski and Tina Aumont. I'm especially taken with the French New Wave scene, Truffaut, Varda and Demy. Most of my favourite actors come from this period, Jean-Pierre Lèaud, Claude Jade, Juliet Berto, Anna Karina, Anne Wiazemsky, Anouk Aimée, Romy Schneider, Françoise and Catherine, Isabelle Adjani and Huppert!

My favourite movies are: The Story of Adele h., withnail and I, Conversation piece, The Song Remains The Same, I Lived With You, Almost Famous and Rope (1948)

Music: anything Yeye! Françoise and Sylvie own my heart. I love Marianne Faithfull, she's one of my favourite singers of all time. And women like PJ Harvey and Stevie Nicks. I'm particularly into 80s music, Duran Duran, Japan, Wham and the Berlin scene: Die Haut, Gudrun Gut, Blixa Bargeld and Nebauten, Nick Cave but I also enjoy bands like Led Zeppelin, The libertines Manic Street Preachers. Aswell as, musicians like Joan Baez and Emmylou Harris.

Thank you! And I hope we can be moots, if you already follow me I'm sorry I took so long. This is just some of the things I post, expect anything from these periods though 😭

[liriostigre]

Hiiii ty for such a great uquiz!! Would it be possible to see the description of all the books you could get matched to? I’m curious what the vibes are for the rest!!

hi 🌷 here you go:

White Teeth by Zadie Smith: Excessive, maximalist and very ambitious multigenerational and multicultural epic novel that starts with the unlikely friendship between Archie Jones and Samad Iqbal. It explores themes of race, identity and the intersections of culture, heritage, and modernity. Clever and hilarious dialogue, very creative when it comes to language and style, unique and bold when it comes to narrative. Perhaps a flawed novel due to its ambition, but excellent nonetheless.

Despair by Vladimir Nabokov: Excellent writing; very ambitious and stylish. It is somewhat a twisted novel but you will find a lot of humor despite. The narrator speaks directly to the reader as he writes what he regards as his perfect crime. This novel is one of Nabokov's earliest works in which one can easily identify themes and literary devices that the author explored later in his most known works.

The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolaño: Brilliant and stunning novel about poets and poetry! Very dense and challenging; it requires patience from the reader. This novel is so infinitely dear to me that i can't even explain its brilliance, but i have to give you at least an idea of the plot so: The story is arranged in three parts and told from multiple points of view. It starts in Mexico City, in the 70s, and continues across decades and continents. It follows the adventures and misadventures of Arturo Belano and Ulises Lima—poets, drug dealers, wanderes, criminals. Now, about the themes, the writing, the style, the narration? Just absolutely perfect even at its most tedious, difficult and anticlimactic parts.

The Hearing Trumpet by Leonora Carrington: Unconventional, absurd, imaginative and exuberantly surreal apocalyptic fairytale quest. It follows 92 year old Marian who is sent off to a peculiar old-age home. If you aren't familiar with Leanora Carrington's art you should look at some of her paintings because this wonderful novel feels just like her surrealist paintings!

Mrs. Caliban by Rachel Ingalls: This novella tells the story of a love affair between a depressed suburban housewife and an amphibian creature who escaped a scientific research center. It might sound like a quirky fiction story but it actually deals with the most mundane and banal aspects of life and human relationships. Brilliantly written; neat and precise prose, wonderful storytelling. The author knew what she was doing and not a single word she wrote was wasted.

The Borrowers by Mary Norton: Delicately written little adventure about tiny people who live in the secret places of houses. I am enamored (obsessed!!) with miniatures—dollhouses, dioramas, fairies—so imagine how dear this book is to me.

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn: The murders of two girls bring reporter Camille Preaker back to her hometown. As she works to uncover the truth about those crimes, Camille finds herself forced to unravel the psychological puzzle of her own past. Very entertaining read. It has best seller written all over it (which might not be the biggest compliment lol but i mean for this genre so it is a compliment).

Rage by Sergio Bizzio: Claustrophobic, anxiety inducing, fast-paced psychological thriller that made me think of Bong Joon-ho's Parasite the whole 4 hours it took me to read it. I read it in it's original language, Spanish, and i particularly loved the dialogue; its idiosyncrasies and authenticity (tqm Argentina!)

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby: Rob, an obsessive music fan, reminisces his top five worst break ups to understand his most recent heartbreak. He is a very arrogant and cynical guy who defines his entire life through records, and because he is constantly interacting with music that almost exclusively deals with love—and a very idealistic version of it—he finds himself unsatisfied with the way his life has turned out.

[hot-boyband-tourney]

Welcome to the Tournament of the hottest boy band members of the 80s/90s

It was inspired by all the tournaments pitting famous beautiful people versus famous beautiful people of specific eras and specific jobs. The polls should start on the 8th of April, leaving around two weeks for submissions. I’ve compiled a list already but you can submit other boys that aren’t on the list through a google form. Feel free to submit non english speaking boy bands.

Propaganda

The only pictures accepted will be pictures from the 80s/90s and very early 2000s. To submit propaganda either use the same google form as for submissions (even if the guy in question is already on the list) or through the submission box or tag me on posts.

The List

Backstreet Boys

Nick Carter

Kevin Richardson

Brian Littrell

AJ Mclean

Howie Dorough

Take That

Robbie Williams

Mark Owen

Jason Orange

Gary Barlow

Howard Donald

NSYNC

JC Chasez

Lance Bass

Justin Timberlake

Joey Fatone

Chris Kirkpatrick

New Kids On The Block

Jon Knight

Jordan Knight

Joey McIntyre

Donnie Walberg

Danny Wood

Jodeci

Joel "Jo-Jo" Hailey

Donald "DeVante Swing" DeGrate

Dalvin "Mr. Dalvin" DeGrate

Cedric "K-Ci" Hailey

G-Squad

Chris Keller

Marlon

Gérald Jean-Laurent

Mika

Andrew Mac Carthy

Seo Taiji & boys

Seo Taiji

Lee Juno

YG (Yang Hyun-suk)

H.O.T

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Adriana Lima for Stephen Sprouse x Marc Jacobs- Limited Edition Tote Bag

📷: Nick Newbold

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Brazilian holidays (part II)

Part I

ANNA'S POV

February 11, 2024, Las Vegas

I'm walking with the kids to the Bosa family's box, where we'll watch the game with them. I warmly greet them all, and I hug Lauren, Nick's girlfriend, tightly.

- I'm glad you came, dear, and these two princes, are you going to support Uncle Nick a lot? - the woman asks, tickling the twins, who laugh 

- Yesssss - they shout excitedly 

- Why isn't dad playing with Uncle Nick? -Samuel questions 

- Because daddy and daddy team are losers baby - I say, Lauren scolds me with her eyes

- Sammy, in sports there are victories and defeats, only twice will they reach the final, unfortunately your dad's team was defeated and couldn't win, just like mom, sometimes she wins and loses games, isn't that true? - Lauren asks the boy, who agrees 

- So, even with defeats, it doesn't mean that mom and dad play football, it's not easy, just like other sports, someone loses and someone wins, it's life. - The woman finishes

The twins quickly become distracted by the chocolate cake, while Lauren goes back to questioning me.

- How long are you going to stay this defensive, Anna? You know very well that it is not healthy for boys to grow up in a hostile environment where their parents are always fighting. You're already divorced, you need to move on.

- Lauren, you don't understand, that idiot Joseph was very ungrateful to me, and what's worse, he was jealous of me. I slept with the enemy all these years.

- Anna, you know that's not true, I've never seen a man as in love with you as Joe was, how many games did he come to support you? He practically left training and spent hours on the plane to go to Australia to watch the World Cup final, how dare you say that?

- Lauren doesn't start, you were manipulated by Nick's opinions. Do you realize that every move in my career was based on shitty Joe? How many proposals have I turned down just to not leave his side? I transferred to a Louisiana team just to be close to him at LSU, I got a master's degree at LSU just because of him, and then the guy who was bothered by me started getting more attention in the media asked for a divorce? He's an envious shit

Lauren shakes her head no and the warm-up for the game begins. After so much yelling, grumbling and drinking, I'm heading back to the hotel with the boys. Unfortunately, the 49ers lost, but the coaching staff not knowing the overtime rule is bad news, right? I was so focused on the game that I didn't even pick up my cell phone during that time, when I unlock the screen I'm surprised by the millions of notifications and I go to my Instagram, and what I see makes my head rush. Just Joe and fucking Adriana Lima kissing at carnival.

This week he would be the one to stay with the boys, but he asked me to stay with them because he was going on a trip, and that's why he had canceled his commitments to pre-super bowl events. But now I'm seeing it with my own eyes, he's dating this bitch, and he's living their promiscuous life far away and exempting himself from the responsibilities of a father. He's doing this to provoke me, that's all he can do. If there's one person I hate most in this world, it's Adriana Lima. First: she only uses the name of Brazil when it is convenient for her, unlike Gisele for example, she has never done anything to help the country in any way and never takes a stance on the difficult times the country is going through, she almost never goes to there and she still does that nonsense of pretending to accent as if she sometimes forgot some words in Portuguese. I came to the US when I was 13, and even though I've lived here for a long time, my Portuguese remains intact and Joshua and Samuel are already fluent in the language. This bitch shouldn't even speak Portuguese to her children and wants to convey an image that she really loves the country. But what really freaked me out was when this liar was named FIFA global ambassador, what the fuck? What history does this woman have in sport, what has she done for women's football to win this position? I was completely against it at the time, I made a long video denouncing the decision, and at the time Joe didn't agree and fought with me because of the video, I think he had already been having an affair with this slut since that time. The worst thing is ingratitude, Joe forgot that, when he was in trouble, I supported him and believed in him until the end, and for a long time, I was financially responsible for our life together. I met Joe in our first year of high school, and at 17, I started playing professional football, and for a beginner, my salary wasn't bad, quite the opposite, which beginner starts earning 5 thousand dollars in any job? In addition to my talent, what has always made my income high are my sponsorship contracts, brands fight to have me represent their brand, it's no wonder that I'm the richest female football player in the world and I'm the only woman to be on the list of highest paid athletes in the world. In the USA the dynamics are very different, athletes go to university, play for university teams, then comes the draft and only then do they begin their professional lives. In other words, I was the one who was financially responsible in our first years of relationship. I went with Joe to Ohio State, even though I already had a job, I insisted on getting a degree, because acquiring knowledge is not a big deal. When Joe was frustrated about never being chosen as OS's starting quarterback, I was there for him, telling him that better days would come, that everything would work out. I encouraged him to go to LSU to transfer, and there he made history. Our marriage was perfect, we had two wonderful children, our careers were thriving, until he started to not accept very well the fact that I gained more popularity, even more so after I became world champion with Brazil in the Women's World Cup, being the best player and top scorer in the competition, while he lived in astral hell with his injury. I always did everything to help him, I took him to churches and even looked for exorcist priests and witches to free him from these injuries, I know that I was a faithful wife, unfortunately he didn't know how to value it and started to feel for me one of the worst feelings he had ever had. a human being can have: envy.

I did everything to save our marriage, he didn't want to know and destroyed our entire story. We practically don't see each other, when the boys go to Joe's house, it's my ex-in-laws who pick them up at my house and bring them back, my feelings today for Joseph are disgust and hate, and knowing that he's with that bitch Adriana's is making me mad. They'll just see what I'm going to do.

JOE’S POV

Damn, it feels like I'm daydreaming. Adriana and I started dating during Carnival, now everyone knows about us, I saw that we were in third place in the trending topics on X, behind only the Super Bowl and Taylor Swift, that's very surreal. Unfortunately, our mini vacation in Salvador came to an end, and we would need to return to our routines, mainly to speed up my recovery from the hand injury, but this wonderful moment in the Brazilian summer will be unforgettable for me. My wonderful girlfriend and I arrived from the trip with the same excitement and ended the night in the best way, making love and the only sounds we heard were our hearts and our moans.

We were sleeping soundly until the cell phone started ringing very loudly, I woke up very drowsy and saw that it was Sam calling me.

- What do you want, Sam? Why are you calling me at this time?

- Dude, have you ever looked at Instagram?

- No, Adriana and I came back from our trip yesterday and we went to sleep, I didn't even look at my cell phone 

- If I were you, I would look at Anna's post now

- Anna? Damn, what did this woman do, can you tell me about it?

- Dude, see with your own eyes, but I'm already saying that a third world war is on the way

- Fuck, I can already imagine it - I punch the pillow hard, making Adriana wake up - thanks Sam, I'll call you later 

- It'll be resolved then bro and then call me, but I just wanted to end by thanking the gods that I'm glad I'm not you, because you have a lot of crazy women in your path, I'm glad I'm not the quarterback - laughs in the other side of the line

- Fuck you, idiot - I hang up and go see what that crazy ex-wife of mine has done

- What happened dear? - Adriana asks me

- Sam called me saying that Anna made some crazy post on Instagram, I'm going to look at it now

- I'm sure she must have spoken very badly about me too 

-Dri, you don't know her like I do, when Anna doesn't get something she wants, she makes everything and everyone hell

I went to Anna's profile to see the video, and as she spoke I felt a great mix of sensations: cardiac arrhythmia, nausea, anger, hatred, I felt tears involuntarily running down my face and it seemed that, at any moment I I would faint. Adriana felt my despair and hugged me very tightly. When did Anna, my first girlfriend, the one I thought would be the only woman in my life, that sweet girl who captured my heart in high school, the one who became the mother of my children, turn into such a cruel and bitter person?

In her video, Anna said that our marriage was toxic, that I was jealous of her career, accused me of committing mental manipulation against her, said that I cheated on her and even implied that I had already physically attacked her, and even made accusations serious issues involving my upbringing with our children, accusing me of being negligent when the twins came to my house, saying that I didn't feed them properly and left them dirty, so much so that once she had to take Samuel to the doctor because he had diaper rash, in addition to say that I don't pay child support, but the most serious thing she says is about me taking call girls to my house while the boys were there, talking about me is fine, but don't talk about my children. She still makes a point of speaking badly about Adriana, calling her old, fat, a liar, suggesting that she and I met while I was still married to her. Everything was a lie, and I had proof against those lies. Anna simply cannot accept the end of our marriage, so she devised a cruelly refined plan to try to harm my career and reputation, and the worst thing is that her video has already had an effect, I keep being bombarded with death threats and insults from the public, I am blinded by anger and I pick up a vase of flowers near the bed dresser and throw it towards the door, seeing it break into pieces

- Joe calm down - Adriana screams crying

- How can she do this to me Adriana? What did I do to make her hate me so much? - I say crying - she forgets that we have two children together, it's our eternal bond, I just want her to move on with her life in peace

- Joe, let's solve this, calm down my love, you're very nervous, I'll get you a glass of water.                                           NARRATOR’S POV

After calming down a little, Joe scheduled an urgent meeting with his manager and his lawyers to decide how to proceed with Anna's false accusations. The quarterback also requested the support of the Bengals' legal team, which publicly demonstrated support for the player. When Anna and Joe's divorce was finalized, the Brazilian woman frequently posted insults to her ex-husband, a situation that became a joke on social media because she hadn't gotten over the separation, however the video of her making these serious accusations shook the world of sport, especially because issues of violence against women and children are being increasingly discussed by society, and Anna knows very well that in these accusations, the public tends to side with the woman. Anna was blinded by hatred and made these accusations with the intention of harming and ending Joe's career, she is not stupid, she knows the power of her image and her influence in the public, quickly gaining the support of public figures and of fans.

However, the reality is that Anna also moved on with another relationship, but she was so angry with Joe, that she decided that she would do everything possible to make his life a living hell and that his life is plunged into ostracism. Anna started dating someone who was also involved in an intense legal battle with her ex, their trial was one of the most publicized in the history of the world, her name is Amber Heard. Yes, Anna and Amber started a relationship less than a month after Anna and Joe officially divorced. They met after Anna's game in the national championship, and the attraction between the two was mutual, they both have many interests in common: they are crazy about power, money, they are extremely ambitious and they go to great lengths to get what they want.  

    Amber Heard and Johnny Depp were mutually toxic towards each other, this was proven in the trial, however, Amber's irresponsibility in making certain accusations against Depp is undeniable, which were later proven to be untrue, which ended up having an impact on the image and in Johnny's career, a different situation from Anna and Joe's marriage, which was peaceful and calm, of course there are always arguments, but nothing serious ever happened between them, Joe was always very respectful towards her and she knows that, but the dissatisfaction with the divorce is so big that she decided she wouldn't leave him alone, and her involvement with Amber intensified this feeling of revenge for her ex.

ADRIANA’S POV

 Joe and I were having a few weeks of peace after all that circus that Anna put on, but we were very firm that we weren't going to give in to her crazy things. We filed a lawsuit against her against slander and defamation and Joe is trying to obtain sole custody of the twins, because she has already demonstrated that she does not have any emotional balance to deal with the frustrations, he is already tired of all this chaos that she has caused in her life from him. We were having dinner in LA, when I heard a voice that made me shiver with fear.

  - Look who's here, the perfect couple - Anna claps ironically, next to her is Amber Heard, I just can't believe it

- What do you want Anna? Because you take so much pleasure in making our lives hell, leave us the fuck alone- Joe screams

- Lower your tone to talk to her, you little shit - Amber hugs Anna sideways

- Don't get involved, darling - I tell Amber 

- Guys, look, Joe Burrow and Adriana Lima are homophobic, are they your idols? - Anna shouts, attracting the attention of other customers 

- Anna shut up! You've already crossed the line - Joe pulls her by the arm

- Let go of me, asshole - Anna freaks out and drops our entire dinner on the floor 

- I hate you ! I fucking hate you guys Joe you did me so bad why did you do this to me? - Anna screams crying, being hugged by Amber - and you - she points at me - you're nothing but an old slut, die you shits, die - Anna continues screaming 

Security quickly appears and takes Anna and Amber out of there. Joe goes to the restaurant manager and apologizes, pledging to cover the damage that Anna caused. The video of the fight was already on the internet, the scandal was already brewing. Anna and Amber's relationship shocked everyone, and both began to receive several attacks and insults. Despite everything, I don't wish anyone harm and I am completely against attacks on someone's sexuality, everyone loves who they want.

The restaurant fight accelerated the process of unilateral custody of the twins for Joe, now Anna could only see the boys under the supervision of a social worker, in addition to paying compensation to Joe and me for moral damages, money that was donated to the Joe Burrow Foundation. Joe and I got married after 2 years of dating, in a paradisiacal ceremony in Hawaii, and a year later we welcomed Melissa, a beautiful and healthy baby, she has my eyes, but the rest, she is a copy full of Joe. I would never have imagined that I would find love again in a trivial photo shoot, we went through many adversities, we faced prejudice against our age difference and with our love and our determination, we won together, because together we are stronger.

[ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive]

Chrome Plated Heart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49982674 by dr_girlfriend They are an odd match to be drift compatible — the man as tall and broad-shouldered as the woman is small and slender. “Interesting,” Steve says. “They could almost pass for —” He stops, the forkful of macaroni arrested halfway to his mouth. “Holy geez,” he says reverently. “That’s —” “Lucky Striker,” Bucky finishes. “Sonuvabitch!” Romanoff and Barton. They’re legends, the very first team to establish a neural handshake once Stark nearly blew out his heart trying to pilot a jaeger alone and realized it only works with a shared neural and physical load. They have more kills than any other team out there. Hong Kong, Vladivostok, Lima — Lucky Striker has held the line in almost every ‘dome on the rim. Steve and Bucky have pored over the footage of every single one of their kills, marveling at the way their jaeger moves. Fluid, seamless, graceful. And most of all, of course, deadly. “Think they’re just visiting or they’re here to fight?” Steve asks. “Either way, we’ll probably at least get to see them in the kwoon,” Riley drawls. “Whaddaya think they’ll use? Staffs? Nunchaku? Or just hand-to-hand?” “Whatever it is, it’s gonna be fuckin’ beautiful,” Bucky says. Words: 2031, Chapters: 2/14, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel (Comics), Marvel, Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Riley (Captain America movies), Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Cameron Klein, Jane Foster (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Darcy Lewis Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Riley/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, winterhawk - Freeform, Deaf Clint Barton, Deaf Character, Canon Disabled Character, Disabled Bucky Barnes, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Single POV, Many Other Minor Characters are Untagged, Brief Mention of Canon Child Abuse, Pacific Rim-Typical Violence read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49982674

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👗 Aurora + Bad if she's involved (please describe this scene!)

She's wearing this outfit but with different boots and accessories! During Bad the song itself, Sebastian spends the entire time flirting with her and it's very cute, and I'll write more about the Slushy Incident and everything surrounding that underneath!

Okay so I’m making a few moderate changes to canon with that, but I’m drawing from the one thing that’s bothered me since that episode aired!  (also warning to kurt fans, this universe isn’t particularly kurt friendly until season 4– no bashing at this point but acknowledging his shitty canon behaviour)

The slushy wouldn’t have hit Kurt’s eye!  Kurt is taller than Blaine, and Blaine was leaning over from pushing him, but the highest the slushy could have hit Kurt is his chest/shoulder.  

Before I get into the full explanation I just want to note that when I talk about the Warblers I am primarily referring to the core group (who, in this universe, are a family and all grew up together, other than Sebastian – I’ve done a lot of worldbuilding on the group politics but that’s not very relevant right now!) which is Wes, David, Thad (although the three of them are in university during this mess), Trent, Nick, Jeff, and Sebastian

So basically the story behind it now is that first of all the Warblers don’t really like Kurt (Aurora, Nick, Wes, and Thad have historically been the most vocal about this), even back when he was at Dalton.  After he convinces Blaine to transfer, which leads to Aurora being transferred against her will, that grows a lot.  Kurt and Aurora’s relationship is also getting progressively worse after the transfer (which is saying a lot) and she spends more and more of her free time at Dalton talking about this and bonding with Sebastian.  After another adventure in biphobia with Kurt, and being called both a traitor and a whore, Aurora shows up at Dalton in tears, and that’s the breaking point for the Warblers, who realize that Blaine won’t stand up to Kurt and that Aurora is too scared of hurting or losing Blaine to defend herself

So the next night when they have the competition, the Warblers basically decide that even though they can’t do much to stop Kurt, they can at least show that they’re on Aurora’s side, and the combination of slushy and rock salt will destroy whatever he’s wearing.  None of them expected Blaine to jump in front of it or get hurt, and they’re all absolutely horrified by what happened.  Aurora, as Blaine’s only family at the hospital (though Cooper has been on the phone for the entire time, since he’s their emergency contact, and Roman is already on a flight to Lima from New York and Josh is picking Amelie up from work to get to them) demands that the New Directions leave immediately, promising to throw a shit fit and get them kicked out if they don’t leave.  

The Warblers show up just as they’re leaving and tell Aurora exactly what happened (and tell the doctors about the rock salt so they know what they’re treating).  She’s kind of pissed that they went behind her back, and that Blaine got hurt, but she appreciates the intention (she still calls Wes and lets him lecture the Warblers for about two hours straight though).  They stay until Blaine wakes up, tell him the same thing they told Aurora and all apologize, and while Blaine is upset with them for wanting to hit Kurt, he forgives them for his eye.

Everything with Kurt and Santana and the recording and Black And White and all that shit happens without Blaine or Aurora’s knowledge and/or permission and both are beyond pissed about it, especially about Kurt deciding to give back the recording without asking Blaine and without knowing that they’d already resolved everything.

So Aurora is definitely kind of mad at Sebastian for going behind her back and ignoring her decision to not fight back against Kurt’s bullshit, and if Blaine hadn’t forgiven them for his eye then she wouldn’t have either, but she also appreciates that he was trying to find a way to defend her where she wouldn’t be able to be blamed and therefore wouldn’t risk her upsetting Blaine

[babyseraphim]

omg i was JUST thinking about how i'd love to get tagged in something music related today! here are 5 songs from my 'repeat playlist' on shuffle:

i tag my music buddy, @many-gay-magpies, as well as @deadtwinksdetectiveagency and @atariakana!

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

[blogperfumes]

Duran Duran lança perfumes exclusivos inspirados nos anos 80: fragrâncias que são puro revival

Os anos 80 estão de volta — e agora podem ser sentidos na pele. A lendária banda britânica Duran Duran, que marcou gerações com hits icónicos e visuais arrojados, acaba de lançar uma colecção de perfumes exclusivos inspirados na década que os tornou imortais. Mais do que uma linha de fragrâncias, este é um tributo olfactivo à estética vibrante, ousada e emocionalmente carregada dos anos 80. Com nomes que evocam canções inesquecíveis e aromas que despertam memórias, esta coleção é um verdadeiro convite a reviver a magia da era dourada da pop.

Duran Duran - Um tributo olfactivo à década dourada da pop

A nova linha de fragrâncias não se limita a carregar o nome da banda; é, antes, uma verdadeira viagem sensorial pelos anos 80. Cada perfume representa uma faceta distinta da época: da ousadia neon dos videoclipes ao glamour underground das pistas de dança. Os quatro perfumes lançados receberam nomes que remetem diretamente ao universo de Duran Duran: Hungry Like the Wolf Família olfactiva: Oriental Amadeirada - Notas de topo: Canela, cardamomo, pimenta preta - Notas de coração: Patchouli, incenso, couro - Notas de base: Âmbar, cedro, vetiver Uma composição poderosa e envolvente, com especiarias quentes e acordes resinosos, que remetem a noites intensas e misteriosas. Girls on Film Família olfactiva: Floral Frutada - Notas de topo: Framboesa, pêssego, bergamota - Notas de coração: Rosa damascena, jasmim, flor de laranjeira - Notas de base: Baunilha, sândalo, almíscar branco Delicada, romântica e sedutora, esta fragrância evoca o glamour feminino dos videoclipes icónicos dos anos 80.

Rio Família olfactiva: Cítrica Solar - Notas de topo: Lima, toranja rosa, bergamota - Notas de coração: Flor de tiaré, água de coco, gengibre - Notas de base: Almíscar, âmbar solar, madeira clara Um perfume vibrante e cheio de energia, com notas tropicais que evocam o calor do verão e o ritmo contagiante da faixa “Rio”. Ordinary World Família olfactiva: Aromática Almíscarada - Notas de topo: Lavanda, chá branco, folha de violeta - Notas de coração: Íris, fava tonka, sálvia - Notas de base: Almíscar, madeira de cashmere, âmbar cinzento Mais introspectiva e serena, esta composição transmite conforto e melancolia com uma sofisticação subtil.

Parceria com perfumistas de renome Para garantir autenticidade e qualidade, a banda aliou-se a perfumistas consagrados da indústria, como Azzi Glasser e Roja Dove, nomes reconhecidos pela sua capacidade de traduzir conceitos criativos em experiências olfactivas sofisticadas. Cada frasco é também uma peça de design, com embalagens que lembram capas de álbuns clássicos e elementos gráficos em neon e metálico. "Como banda, sempre estivemos interessados em despertar os sentidos das pessoas, principalmente através do som e da visão. A noção de envolver um sentido adicional no nosso universo foi extremamente apelativa", diz o teclista dos Duran Duran, Nick Rhodes, "Durante a criação destes perfumes, apercebemo-nos de que estávamos a tentar atingir critérios semelhantes aos que temos quando escrevemos canções, tendo como objetivo final algo sedutor, único e irresistível. A Xerjoff foi o parceiro perfeito para esta colaboração, uma vez que já admirávamos a sua arte e inovação. A nossa viagem em conjunto resultou em duas novas fragrâncias, NeoRio e Black Moonlight, cada uma reflectindo um lado diferente dos Duran Duran. Não poderíamos estar mais entusiasmados com os resultados."

Frascos que são verdadeiras cápsulas do tempo O cuidado estético não ficou apenas nas fragrâncias — os frascos da colecção Duran Duran são, por si só, uma celebração visual dos anos 80. Com linhas geométricas, detalhes metalizados e cores vibrantes como fúcsia, azul eléctrico e dourado, cada embalagem remete à ousadia estilística da banda e aos videoclipes que definiram a década. Os grafismos lembram capas de álbuns icónicos e posters de concertos, fazendo de cada frasco uma pequena obra de arte coleccionável. Para os fãs, não é apenas um perfume — é um pedaço da história da música pop em forma de frasco. Mais que perfumes: uma experiência para os sentidos Duran Duran não quis apenas lançar produtos — quis criar uma experiência. Segundo os membros da banda, “os perfumes são uma extensão natural da nossa música. Queríamos que os fãs pudessem literalmente sentir os anos 80.” Cada fragrância vem acompanhada por uma mini-playlist exclusiva, com faixas cuidadosamente selecionadas para acompanhar o mood de cada perfume. A campanha de lançamento conta com visuais arrojados, inspirados nos videoclipes icónicos da banda, e já circula nas redes sociais com a hashtag #DuranDuranFragrance. Onde comprar e quanto custa? A coleção encontra-se disponível no site oficial da banda e em lojas de perfumes de nicho em Londres, Nova Iorque e Paris. Os preços variam entre 75€ e 120€, dependendo do tamanho do frasco. Também estão disponíveis edições limitadas com autógrafos dos membros da banda, destinadas a colecionadores e superfãs. Perfumes e música: uma nova tendência? Nos últimos anos, tem-se assistido a uma aproximação crescente entre o universo musical e o mercado da perfumaria. Artistas como Billie Eilish, Ariana Grande ou mesmo Cher já lançaram fragrâncias com grande sucesso. No entanto, a abordagem de Duran Duran distingue-se por ir além da simples associação de nome — há um conceito artístico por trás, um desejo real de eternizar o espírito dos anos 80 através do olfacto. Reacção dos fãs e da crítica A colecção tem recebido elogios tanto dos fãs mais antigos como dos mais jovens, que descobrem na proposta uma nova forma de se conectarem à banda. Críticos da área da perfumaria também aplaudiram a ousadia da marca, destacando a qualidade das composições e o carácter único de cada aroma. Um futuro perfumado para Duran Duran? Com este lançamento bem-sucedido, fica a pergunta no ar: será esta uma nova faceta da banda que veio para ficar? Há rumores de futuras edições inspiradas noutras fases da carreira do grupo ou até colaborações com outras bandas da mesma época. Seja como for, uma coisa é certa: Duran Duran encontrou uma forma criativa e original de manter viva a sua herança — agora também no mundo dos perfumes. Read the full article

[arlindogrund]

Adriana Lima estrela campanha da Marc Jacobs

A Marc Jacobs convocou Adriana Lima para estrelar a campanha que celebra a segunda colaboração da marca com o icônico artista Stephen Sprouse. Fotografada por Nick Newbold, a supermodelo brasileira surge em um cenário vibrante, repleto de grafites, destacando a Tote Bag atualizada com letras neon pink que estampam a frase: “grant me the serenity to chill”. O styling assinado por Alastair McKimm…

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Adriana Lima arrasa em neon no anúncio Marc Jacobs x Stephen Sprouse

Joana Elizabeth Adriana Lima mostra uma campanha Stephen Sprouse x Marc Jacobs rosa neon. Foto: Nick Newbold / Marc Jacobs Adriana Lima comanda a atenção na mais recente campanha da Marc Jacobs , celebrando a segunda colaboração da marca com o falecido artista Stephen Sprouse. A supermodelo brasileira posa em uma sala impressionante e cheia de grafites, trazendo um toque de alta energia à…