#❝ josephine. ✨⟡

[godblooded]

the Game or whatever is the worst part of dai i’ll say it.

[kissagii]

what happened earlier?? 😅

- j

mildly sketchy therapy session 👍

my new therapist shut down her office with covid so since i didn't want to do online therapy we met at a public park that turned out to be under construction. it was very uncomfortable. 0/10 would not recommend.

[arcanegifs]

Kudos to Joséphine Meis for her Annie Awards nomination, Best Storyboard (TV/Series) category. Such an incredible achievement and well-deserved recognition for this beautiful work. Don’t miss out on Josephine’s masterful work✨ (video source)

[vitoriails]

gigi hadid is referencing josephine baker, the first black actress to star in a major film, wearing custom miu miu at the met gala 2025 ✨🌟✨🌟

[apollys]

"son conocimientos que nunca van a estar de más, es de lo más útil y creo que todos deberíamos de seguir tu ejemplo y estudiar, al menos lo más básico" no solo por la naturaleza de la academia en la que ambas están inscritas, los accidentes y situaciones de emergencia nunca deben de descartarse. "tu me avisas si te estoy molestando demasiado, tampoco quiero importunar e interrumpir tu aprendizaje" le regala una sonrisa genuina, no quisiera incordiar la concentración necesaria para aprender un tema que debe considerarse de suma importancia. "buen, bueno, tenemos entonces un trato, un intercambio justo" a demás que la compañía femenina es agradable, tenerla en su alrededor le traía calma. habían coincidido en la misión de toledo y se había sentido tranquila en un ambiente que era perfectamente turbio. "en general la premisa y que se basa en hechos reales, ese tipo de historias siempre suelen atraer mi atención… ahora ¿lo que me detiene?" pregunta frunciendo sus labios. "¿qué podría ser? la verdad es que no tengo ninguna excusa, antes yo diría que era el idioma, más bien que la escritora usaba palabras demasiado formales que yo no lograba entender con claridad pero…" hace una pausa e inclina su cabeza. "creo que solo es una pequeña excusa que me inventé para cuando alguien me hiciera esa pregunta" admite soltando una risita. "por eso me siento tan determinada en esta ocasión, porque creo que sí me llama la atención– eso o la persona que me contó del libro me habló tan bien que me atrapó" expresa con un encogimiento de hombros leve. "nací en tailandia" su sonrisa se vuelve amplia, siempre goza de hablar de casa. "aunque ya llevo casi más de diez años en bélgica" añade, siendo el país europea también un sitio que considera su hogar. su mirada se pierde en el camino, buscando el local indicado por interlocutora. sus labios se abren y asiente con su cabeza. "definitivamente es un sitio inolvidable" el color sobre todo, a demás que a ella le fascina. "seguro que es precioso por dentro también ¿no?"

❛❛  creí lo mismo, es algo necesario, ¿no? espero que la información no esté muy desactualizada, aunque podría utilizar mi laptop para verificar… al final del día, no me llevo mal con la tecnología.  ❜❜ es capaz de soltarse más con su compañera, puesto que habían compartido un momento de valentía en el castillo, la tomaba como alguien en quien podía confiar. las palabras son risueñas, admitiendo que sería más fácil aquel trabajo a través de la web, pero necesitaba tomar aire libre cuando se les había sido otorgada la oportunidad. ❛❛  bastante bien, he descubierto un par de trucos.  ❜❜ asiente con la cabeza, demostrándose confiada, aunque esperaba nunca tener que llevarlos a práctica. con los acontecimientos en toledo, algo dentro suyo le susurraba en el oído, no era capaz de descartar la posibilidad. ❛❛  te guiaré, pero yo me encargo de los bocadillos, ¿te parece bien?  ❜❜ le sonríe dulcemente, conmovida por la oferta, sonar maleducada era lo último que deseaba; a pesar de ser una persona servicial también, aprovecharse de la bondad de otres no era lo suyo, cuando alguien más tenía esos gestos de generosidad ella tenía que compensarlo de algún modo. comienza su camino, a la par de polly, ladeando su rostro con curiosidad ante la información. de todos modos, suelta una pequeña risa que se entrelaza con la ajena, no podía culparle; tenía un par de libros sin terminar en su habitación, pero no pensaba rendirse en terminar sus lecturas. ❛❛  ¡la otra bolena! como ávida lectora e inglesa, estaría fallándole a mi gente de no conocerle, ¿no crees? pero dime, ¿qué es lo que te atrae y lo que te detiene?  ❜❜ bien sabía que habían novelas que le costaban continuar por distintas razones, el momento o su estado de ánimo a veces no eran los adecuados, pecaba de sentir extrema curiosidad a opiniones de la otra. ❛❛  me pareció bastante intrigante, ¿quizás no te interese mucho la ficción histórica? ¿de dónde eres?  ❜❜ tal vez esa sea la razón: se centraba bastante en la política e historia de inglaterra. posiciona su mano suavemente en el hombro de su compañía, apuntando a una casa no tan lejana a ellas, elevando sus comisuras. ❛❛  es ahí, ¿la ves? es de un rosa intenso, imposible olvid��rmela.  ❜❜ ( @apollys )

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[prettynpinkputhy]

Taste of sin 🍎

Warning MDNI⚠️: Sexual themes, language, violence, bondage , angst etc

Synopsis: mc reunites with Caleb but something feels…off.

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w.c: 2.k

Your breath hitches, mouth gaping with shock as a ghost stands before you. Caleb. The same Caleb who’d walk you to school and fight off bullies. The same one who wiped your tears and bandaged your wounds because you were too clumsy. The same eyes, hair, and smell. But something was different. He’s changed. His stare was glazed over, as if looking through you. His past friendly smile now a cold grimace.

What happened to him? You think, wrist burning from fighting against the cuffs locked securely around them.

The legs of your seat scratch the wooden floor beneath you. “Caleb?! You’re alive!” You cry wanting nothing more than to burst free and wrap him in a hug so tight he’d bruise. Could this mean grandma was alive too? Did he save her? Your mind races with endless scenarios of them both being safe and sound. He slithers around you like a serpent, scanning your every breath and movement.

The cool leather of his gloved hand brushes your neck ever so slightly. “So you haven’t forgotten me.”

“No, no never. I thought you were gone…”

He cuts you off. “And you didn’t even see for yourself. You blindly took the word of your precious Hunter association.” He says the words as if they’re rancid.

Your eyes plead with him, thoughts racing with conspiracies. “Why wouldn’t I? I saw the team pull your body from the rubble.”

“Tch. Now that can’t be true considering I’m standing right here in front of you. Tell me, did you help them plan this? Cooperate and you won’t be harmed.” You feel a cool mechanical item press behind your ear. A faint shock zaps your sensitive flesh just enough to make you hiss.

“Caleb,That hurts!” you pant.

He pulls the device away, walking around to face you once more. Using his evol he yanks a chair forward before sitting down directly in front of your knees. You can see it now, the black weapon that delivered the shock. His slender fingers run along the length of it, your chest rises and falls.

“Talk or I’ll up the voltage. Are you working for them?”

Your eyes dart wildly from your restrained state to your childhood companion who’s supposed to be dead. “I am a hunter. Of course I work for them Caleb! You know that.” He pushes the head of the rod to your thigh. “Last chance.” You shake your head, lip quivering. His brows raise and he nods to himself before pressing the button, this time it’s far worse. Your thigh tenses as pure electricity is delivered into your bare leg. You chose the Worst possible day to wear a skirt.

A scream of pain rips from your throat. Your head hangs with exhaustion, sweat sliding down the nape of your neck. Your thighs tremble with aftershock. He growls and shoots to his feet, his evol loses control for a moment and sends the chair flying into the wall. His gloved hand grips your jaw harshly, yanking your eyes to him. “How could you betray me, y/n! Do you have any idea what they did to me?! Cut and pried me open like a fucking lab rat!” Tears well in your eyes, your brows scrunching in confusion and sympathy. Someone hurt Caleb. Why would they do that?

“W-who hurt you?” You manage to whimper despite his hold on your jaw. His eyes widen, a flicker of vulnerability peeking through before it quickly clouds back over.

“You know who. They wanted to harvest my Evol and you helped them. Lured me back into that house. Abducting me Is one thing but…Josephine? She practically raised us! How could you do that?” He throws your face to the side with disgust.

“You think I started that explosion?! I was right beside you Caleb!” You sob, unable to believe these accusations.

He whirls around to face you, hand rubbing his chin. “You may not have lit the flame but you stood with them And watched us burn.” His clenched fist shakes. You thrash around. This wasn’t Caleb. It couldn’t be. You have to escape and get away from this imposter before he kills you.

“Trying to run?” He flicks his finger down and an invisible crushing weight forces your feet to the ground. “Looks like this kitty needs a bell.” He saunters over to a place out of your line of vision. When he comes back into frame he’s carrying something bionic and circular. Is that…a collar?

“Don’t do this Caleb! It’s me. y/n. Pipsqueak, remember?” You desperately try to get through to him. He doesn’t budge. His gaze cold as he bends down to buckle the collar tightly around your neck. A red light beams from it. A detonator maybe? Every swallow caused it to squeeze and choke you.

“No. You died with Josephine in that fire. The girl I knew…she’s gone. Replaced with a greedy monster. How much did they pay you, huh? Was it worth the price of our lives?” His hand clamps down on your shoulder, his hot breath fanning your ear. “Did you even miss me?”

You whimper.

“Shh no crying. This is supposed to be a happy reunion.” His hot slick tongue snakes out to lap away a stray tear falling down your cheek. “tastes like sin.”

You tremble under his touch, your words trapped by the collar around your neck. “My very own Eve…tempted by the apple and tainted by blood.” His whispers, the invisible force parts your knees suddenly. His leather clad finger brushes down the length of your body till settling at the hem of your skirt. You wiggle, breath coming in cropped pants. This wasn’t your Caleb. It was impossible.

“Caleb, I swear I’d never betray you. Let’s figure this out together. We’ll take down the people that hurt you.” The muscles in your legs stretch from the force of his evol keeping them pried apart.

His laugh is devoid of humor. ” Why would I trust you?”

“What can I do to show you?” Your eyes blaze up at him with conviction.

“Would you be willing to prove your loyalty?” He breathes, kissing the crown of your ear. The room is chilly, goosebumps raise on your skin. The only thing keeping you warm is the closeness of his solid uniform clad body. His badges prick the skin of your back as he presses against you. Were those honorable or had he done something horrific to achieve them.

Your brows bunch in confusion. “Prove it, how?”

“Surrender yourself to me.” That mischievous finger slips under the cover of your skirt and rubs circles along your inner thigh. “I’ll only touch you…if you want me too.”

Perhaps your head was fuzzy from lack of oxygen but you did want that…very badly.

“I-I want you too.” You pant.

He inches closer to your heat. “What a naughty girl…begging to be punished for her betrayal.” The tip of his finger rubs the damp crotch of your panties. Your back arches in the chair, bound hands struggling to no avail. You were trapped and at his mercy. He presses hot open mouth kisses down your neck and shoulder as he explores you. Without warning he tugs your panties to the side and pushes your aching button. You cry out and try to force your legs shut—his evol works against you leaving you spread wide for him.

There was nothing to be done. All you can do is take it.

“Now that you’ve fallen into my trap…there is no escaping my little prey.” His long finger traces the split folds of your cunt, rubbing your arousal around your slick throbbing bud of nerves. Your cheeks are flush and breathing labored. He rubs in fast tight circles, your hips buck against the wooden seat. Small whines fall from your lips as he teases your most sensitive area. Just as you feel that familiar pressure build up, he pulls away. You don’t see it but you hear a popping noise as he sucks your nectar clean.

“So responsive. Let’s do an experiment and see if it’s the same in other places.” You’re still reeling from his assault on your clit when his strong veiny hands grip the collar of your shirt and rips it open. Buttons fly all over the space from the aggressive act. The air hits your warm bare breast. It wasn’t like you not to wear a bra but unfortunately you hadn’t had time for laundry due to an overflow of wanderer incidents. “What a nice surprise.” He groans, cupping your chest with both hands and kneading the plush flesh. Your nipples are hard against his palms, the feeling makes his cock pulse inside his black pressed pants.

He drops them, admiring how they move. He walks around and kneels on the floor adjacent to you. You’re a mess, flushed, legs wide open, clothes ripped and restrained. truly a vision to behold. His rough calloused thumb runs over the tight pebbled nub, making you hiss. He rubs his finger back and forth over your sensitive peak, a hot blush creeping up his ears.

“They’re even better than I imagined.” He moans, leaning forward to flick his warm wet tongue over it. Your head falls back against the chair as he sucks at your needy nipples. His lips are soft and you wonder how they’d feel to have wrapped around your clit. He rotates between licks and sucks, his finger pinches and rolls the other giving it just as much attention. The popping and slurping noises are incredibly lewd. By the time he pulls away your body is like putty. But he isn’t done with you.

You gasp as he plunges his lengthy finger inside your slimy hot channel. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he starts pumping in and out at a feverish pace. Your insides squelch and clamp around him hungrily.

“This pussy is just as greedy as you are, my little sinner.” He growls, adding a second finger. The stretch is intense. He curls them deep within, rubbing at the ridged nodule hidden deep inside your canal. You bite your lip to keep from screaming. Your walls flutter around him as he massages your G Spot with ease. You’re slumped in the chair now, hips jutted forward at the edge of the seat like a bitch in heat—seeking solace in his touch. Your sweet cream trickles down his palm as he thrust in and out harder, faster.

“Your clit is so hard, begging to be sucked. Unfortunately for you, only good honest girls can make use of my mouth.”

“Ah ah please Caleb! Too much. So…close” your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm approaches. Your hips raise and thighs tremble as you spray milky fluid all over his hand and uniform. He extracts slowly, using his clean hand to grab your face hard and the other to shove his slick fingers past your lips.

“Taste your sin. Isn’t it sweet?”

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello, I loved your types of kisses for dragon age veilguard and I was wondering if you could maybe write some for the companions/advisors of dragon age inquisition? (Solas and Lucanis are my fav romances, what are yours?)

Oh sure!! Yeah I like the inquisition crew (shout out to my Cullen Crew☀️✨💛)

Masterlist 12

Leliana

Sweet but possessive, others may have their wandering eyes set on you but they’re doubtful to face the wrath of the Sister herself whenever she freely kisses you out in the open

Iron Bull

A towering frame over you that makes you feel safe, comes from a warrior culture but is the gentlest and most considerate when he pulls you close; fond of bridal carry as well

Blackwall

All-consuming and loving, completely sappy with the twinge of possessiveness; he is not fond of having to part away from you for the day but makes up for whatever lost minutes or hours with kisses that take up that same time

Cassandra

A warrior’s love with the affection to match, romance may not come easy to her but her types of kisses communicate the feelings well; although she would not be overly fond of the PDA

Cole

Sweet, innocent, fleeting kisses; you catch a shade of pink on his cheeks when he turns his head away but you find it cute for a lack of better words; shy kisses make for good cheek kisses as well

Sera

A bit teasing but still genuinely affectionate; may sometimes try to kiss you in PDA which may warrant more attention than usual

Vivienne

Assertive, denying, longing; you ache to taste her lips against yours again as you linger closer, the trace of her finger along them denies the inevitable as your heart races in your ear

Josephine

Like something out of a stereotypical romance novel; classically romantic and endearing as she has nothing short of compliments in between each one; can’t feel or move her legs because she doesn’t want to tear away from them just yet even if her breath hitches and hair is mussed

Dorian

This is for a Male Inquisitor/Lavellan

The tiniest bit of doubtful but is washed away by a reassurance from his love; kisses as if he is trying to prove something with which you graciously accept because he’s always more than enough

Cullen

Doubtful and shy but smoldering underneath when you come close, tight grips and a fervent urgency behind each one as he reassures himself you’re still there; brings him relief when you reciprocate and holding onto him just a little bit longer too

Varric

A familiar presence, a genuine warmth, an appreciation that melds with your panting lips as you welcome him; he’s faced too many tragedies before today and he is not privy to losing another one such as yourself

Solas

Fleeting, doubtful, a twinge of uncertainty; his plans are given to be set into motion but he feels that twinge with each kiss; maybe you will or will not understand someday but a kiss brings a peace of mind to him. For now.

[theafroamericaine]

Black Femininity: Princesses, Bombshells & Dolls {Part 1}

Black American Princess 👑

A Black American Princess or BAP was originally used to refer to a girl of African-American descent who grew up in a middle or upper class family. Growing up BAPs usually attended high society social organizations such as Jack and Jill clubs, debutante balls and sororities. Due to their privileged background they were used to having the best and never settling; this sometimes came with (or some might perceive as) a spoiled or materialistic demeanor. Eventually this term has expanded to include successful Black American women regardless of their background.

The 1997 cult classic, B*A*P*S stars Halle Berry and Natalie Desselle (aka Nisi and Mickey) as two Black women who come from the inner-city with a plan of opening a soul food restaurant/hair salon; the duo travels to California to compete in a dancing contest to win the money for their plan, but end up befriending a wealthy older man who upon his death leaves a portion of his wealth to them, thus becoming BAPs.

A BAP is a girl who takes care of herself and has a taste for the finer things in life like true royalty.

Black/Bronze Bombshells 💣

A Bombshell is a stunningly attractive woman that garners widespread attention and excitement. She is considered a sex symbol. The term was first used in 1931, to describe the first known "Blonde Bombshell", Jean Harlow and remained popular until the 1960s. Even though this term is mostly associated with blonde white women, the most famous of them being Marilyn Monroe; there are some black ones as well.

Joyce Bryant, The Original Bronze Bombshell (aka The Black Marilyn Monroe) was a vibrant actress and singer who gained popularity in the 1940s. She was known for her signature silver hairstyle, which she obtained from not wanting to be upstaged by icon Josephine Baker when they appeared on the same bill; and her hourglass figure she donned in tight mermaid dresses. Her style was bold and independent and sealed her as an icon in her own right.

Bombshells are in every period from Dorothy Dandridge to Pam Grier to Nia Long to Victoria Monet.

Darling Dolls ✨

A doll is an old fashioned term that describes a beautiful woman as a sweetheart.

Burlesque legend Miss Toni Elling, the Satin Doll, who got her stage name from her dear friend Duke Ellington when she inspired his song of the same title. She broke barriers for African-American women in the show business of burlesque entertainment. The Satin Doll was known for carrying herself in a classy and elegant manner and never showing too much; she worked through 1960-1974 and was inducted in the Burlesque Hall of Fame in 2016.

The iconic rapper Nicki Minaj popularized the Black Barbie term through her artistry and fanbase.

BRATZ dolls were the best when it came to having a passion for fashion and were a style guide for young girls.

Tyra Banks starred as a fashion doll that comes to life in the 2000 film, Life-Size.

List some of your favs below 💞✨

[ayamikasai]

Inquisitor Lavellan.

For Veiltober ✨

I imagine Josephine would offer the inquisitor to get a portrait painted by an artist she knows as a gift somewhere between Trespasser and VG and this (top image) is how I imagine she would look like. I picture her to be somewhere in her mid 30s by the time she reunites with Solas.

I bet Solas would steal this painting and keep it in his lighthouse as a souvenir if he could, just to remember her face, If only she could have a painting of Solas to remember him by as the years went on. 😔

I really wanted to show her maturity and subtle sadness compared to her younger, naive, carefree self back in DAI (bottom image)

Please consider donating to my ko-fi ❤️✨each donation brings me one big step closer being able to afford my first gaming PC that can actually play Veilguard and I appreciate each donation.

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[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

Childhood friend trio tings

Playing house✨

Caleb x mc/reader x zayne Drabble

Playing house is the ultimate fight and battle.

Only time zayne has ever thrown a tantrum

Caleb has thrown tantrums over less

Mc? Tantrum? You are a lil angel. NEVERRRR

Caleb has played the dog the horse the fucking raccoon.

He absolutely hates playing the baby

One time Josephine forced you to be the baby so Caleb and zayne would stop fighting

It turned into a kid version of a custody battle

Zaynes lawyers were way too good

Caleb just punched him in the gut and ran with you

Caleb is a lil violent.

Head cannon now : Caleb has always been a little violent.

You’ve played the dog and cat once

Zayne couldn’t let go of you

As the baby zayne would teach you about infant development

You were 5 so it was gibberish on top of the mandarin you could barely speak.

Caleb is a lot more fun and would give you a lollipop as a pacifier

No one won the custody battle by the way

Caleb just got sent to the corner

Josephine hated House.

That old lady would try to make you all play literally ANYTHING else

In the end you all ate lunch and passed out for naps

[the-orion-inexpirience]

As promised here she is!!! ✨✨✨

Honestly guys i JUST made her, i didn't expect so many people to want me to post her so i don't have a lot figured out about her,,,

But she's here! I'm holding her up by the sides like a baby kitten ����✨✨✨

Bonus:

Luffy started eating before everyone sat down

(I named her Josephine cuz she can be nicknamed zephy- and it sounds like Zeff cuz Sanji is a sap and I love him for it and he would name his kid like that, + it's rlly common to give grandparents names to ur kids here and it's ingrained in me

Sora would also have been a good name but I liked Josephine more...)

[whythehailnot]

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Saturday, September 14th 2024 ; errands and groceries today ✨ another toasty day, but wearing the shirt for a little more sun coverage and the freezer aisle 😔👏✨

Top : Wild Fable from Target (size 1X)

Overshirt : Josephine Chaus from Goodwill (size 18)

Skirt : Lee David from Savers (size 18/20W)

Purse : Savers

Shoes : Cole Haan sandals from DSW (size 10)

Earrings : made by me!

Song : Come On by Letters to Cleo

[odd-chips]

Tim's First Pride! 🌈 ✨

I think he would be a little uncomfortable in the beginning, but he'd be very glad he went!!

Bonus sketch of a post-Pride Tim featuring his sister, Josephine, who pushed him to attend in the first place (and another sketch of accidentally bumping into a familiar face):

[erenfox]

My Biggest What-Ifs of A Series of Unfortunate Events (Series Only)

The Night of the Opera:

1. What if Beatrice and Lemony had just taken the fucking sugar instead of the whole ass Sugar Bowl?

2. What if Olaf's father had never been shot by the poison dart?

The Bad Beginning:

1. What if Violet, Klaus and Sunny had never gone to the Briny Beach that day?

2. What if Violet and Klaus had never figured out Olaf's scheme to marry Violet irl?

The Reptile Room:

1. What if Monty's dumbass had just straight up recognised Olaf?

2. What if the Baudelaires had actually been fooled by Olaf's disguise, or had just pretended to be fooled?

The Wide Window:

1. What if Josephine hadn't been charmed away by Olaf, being still distraught about Ike and all?

2. What if the Quagmire parents had actually come down via their plane to help the Baudelaires + Josephine?

The Miserable Mill

1. What if Violet and Klaus never figured out Georgina's scheme?

2. What if Violet had never yelled 'Fire' and taken out all the workers from their trance?

The Austere Academy

1. What if Larry had never lost the book like a stupid dumbass?

2. What if the Quagmires had never been caught by Olaf?

The Ersatz Elevator

1. What if Olivia had never met Jacques?

2. What if the Baudelaires had identified Esme's true nature beforehand?

The Vile Village

1. What if the absolute fucking idiots of the village had just listened to the Baudelaires?

2. What if the Baudelaires had managed to escape with Hector and the Quagmires?

The Hostile Hospital

1. What if Esme had found the Sugar Bowl before Kit arrived?

2. What if the Snicket File had somehow gotten destroyed before either the Baudelaires or Olaf got to see it?

The Carnivorous Carnival

1. What if Olaf had identified the Baudelaires in their pretty terrible attempt of a freak outfit?

2. What if the Baudelaires had never been reunited with Olivia or watched any of the VFD Files?

The Slippery Slope

1. What if the Baudelaires had never met Quigley?

2. What if Quigley had never been separated from the Baudelaires?

The Grim Grotto

1. What if the Baudelaires had never been intercepted by Fiona?

2. What if Fernald hadn't helped the Baudelaires to escape?

The Penultimate Peril

1. What if the Baudelaires had never met Dewey?

2. What if the Sugar Bowl had been saved by someone at last?

The End

1. What if the Baudelaires had never figured out Ishmael's scheme, and had gotten successfully drugged enough to forget their past?

2. What if Olaf hadn't been a dumbass and released the Medusoid Mycelium on the island?

The Epilogue

1. What if Beatrice II had not managed to survive the returning trip?

2. What if Lemony had never received Beatrice II's letter?

(help im ✨mentally dying✨)

[joskriverdaily]

Guess who’s back tomorrow? Our girl Josephine Skriver will be walking for the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show 2024! ✨🪽