#Catwalk Institute

[zebrastudio79]

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[slocumjoe]

in other news, is there any romance quite as frustrating and stupid as danse x sole, when you look at it from. Any other companions point of view.

Preston Garvey has his whole world chewed up and spat out at his feet. Everyone he knew and loved is dead. Maybe he had a best friend, a lover, a brother or sister in the Minutemen. Maybe they were a civilian in Quincy. It doesn't matter anymore. This guy who's given you this second chance, you go with him to try and redeem yourself.

You are Preston Garvey, the last original Minuteman. You are tired, down in your bones, but you follow this stranger in a strange land across what you call home. While you're both picking through the ruins of Lexington, finding the corpses of the last of your friends, their pipboy gets a signal. A call for help.

You go to Cambridge. You help a dude in power armor gun down some ferals. As you reload your musket, dust yourself off, you look up as the big guy starts talking to your pal. And you can hear the white noise behind their eyes. You blink as they agree without question or hesistancy to do anything this dude needs. They're pretty nice, they're a good person, but usually you're not worried about if they're using their brain or not. Now, you're kinda worried. So you follow your buddy and Paladin Danse (What kind of name...) to some space station or whatever, watch them cook the man alive after some button mashing gone wrong, and then he can barely offer them a place in the Brotherhood before they're verbally signing their life away.

You are Preston Garvey. Your General has joined another, foreign army because this one guy, who had the charisma of a bag of corn nuts, asked. You are Preston Garvey. You are tired. Your general is now wearing a rival army's uniform because it makes that one guy happy. You want a nap so fucking bad.

You are Nick Valentine. You are a synth. You just helped this dude find out their baby is in the Institute. You walk out some security doors and see this big, hulking shadow in the sky, smothering the land from the sun. It bellows out that it comes in peace, heralded by armed air support, spotlights glowering down. You smell war and you don't even have a nose. As you stand there, in the wind, covered in blood and oil from the synths you've helped kill, you watch as your...client? You watch the dweller turn on their pipboy, mark Cambridge on their map, and make their way to the road.

You follow, of course. You follow, stupid sentimental bot you are, to thr Brotherhood of Steel. The dweller is vibrating to get on the death blimp. The guy offering the ride, Danse, is both sizing you up like you're a hot meal and like he wonders if you're actually a synth, because how the fuck would the dweller think bringing you here was a good idea? You shrug at him. You don't know either. You get on the vertibird. You get on the blimp. The dweller bats their eyes at Danse as he stomps down a catwalk, and they snap back to their normal selves once they talk to Kells. They balk and turn green and scoff out in the hall as you both listen to Maxoson's speech. They wonder how dumb a man could be as you venture deeper into the bowels of the beastly aircraft. People sneer at you. You are in danger. You stay very close to the dweller. You both find Danse again. He asks what they think. They don't say what they were just saying. He believes in himself, he sounds like he cares, he seems to truly trust in this army and it's cause. Not "what a load of horseshit." Danse beams with pride and they drink it in like clean water.

You are Nick Valentine. You wish you could drink.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons plus little bonus part 2 electric boogaloo

After Nimona found out about Ambrosius' allergies they demanded to test every single meal he eats 

They’ll take the plate away from him and have a test bite and only after they deem it “safe” will they let him eat it

Doesn’t matter if they're out eating or at home she does this every time 

He can literally say “Nim Bal made this for me it’s not gonna have anything I’m allergic to” and she’ll respond with “You don’t know that he could finally be sick of you and the only thing saving you is me” 

Ambrosius and Bal will share literally everything they eat 

Whenever they go out they’ll usually order something they know they’ll both like 

And if they know the other one is between two options they’ll just order one of the options and share both meals 

It’s a pretty normal thing that they’ve been doing since they were kids so they don’t even question it anymore 

Nimona jokingly calls it sickening as she steals food off their plates 

No one in the trio is neurotypical 

Bal is autistic Ambrosius has ADHD Nimona is a mix of both

Talking to these dorks is absolute hell

It’s kind of like the interrogation scene except it’s not one topic 

They often get sidetracked and lose the plot of the conversation 

They’ll have 10 different conversations at once and only finish like 5

Bal forgets a whole bunch of shit because he has long-term brain damage and Nimona and Ambrosius forget shit cause of the ADHD 

It’s not uncommon for someone to say “Hey remind me to” and then they’ll be cut off by the other person who just says “You know I won’t remember that just put a reminder in your phone” 

Their house is covered to the brim in sticky notes and random pieces of paper for reminders 

The grocery list is on the front door the chore list is in the kitchen and random little tasks are scattered around the house 

When Nimona doesn’t want to do something he’ll just erase his name from that task

He fooled the boys for a while but Bal started keeping score of who did what and when and called his sneaky ass out 

Little bonus part 2 electric boogaloo: this time it’s my sister and my mama and my sister also was acting like I was killing her firstborn not asking her to watch a movie 

Me: “look mama it’s the siblings” my sister: “but they’re gay” me: “yeah but people thought they were siblings” my sister: “if you ever look at me like that I’m calling the cops” (the scene on the catwalk) 

“Yeah you better cheer” (when Bal was getting knighted)

“I knew something was wrong with the sword” “So did Bal” “Yeah but I knew first”

Apparently both my Mama and my sister didn’t know that Ambrosius cut off Bal’s arm so I got to see both of their reactions 

This was my Mama’s “damn what happened to being a lover not a fighter” “he’s a knight Mama” “Who cares!!” 

This was my sister's “Wow really took the whole arm huh?” “That’s how they were trained” “And?” 

My mama was talking to my sister when Nimona met Bal “Who does that remind you of?” “Roo” “Exactly”

 “Oh look it’s tiny dick!” (Talking about Todd) 

“What a fucking bitch” (when she found out the director swapped the sword) 

This was when Bal and Ambrosius were fighting Me: “Is there anything gayer than having an argument in the middle of a sword fight” My mama: “They’ll fight with their other swords later” 

“Who fucking asked” “bla bla bla I’m a racist bitch” (when the Director went on her monologue in the office)

She saw Ambrosius’ username and laughed for like two minutes straight

After the sword fight my sister would pretend like Bal and Ambrosius were making out every time they were on screen together 

“Because I love you *making out noises*” at the tavern 

“Oh there’s their third wheel (Todd)” “Nah he’s racist as fuck” “Who isn’t in the institute?”

When Ambrosius tried to stop the director she said this is what he meant “No you can’t set off the laser that’s my kid!” (She believes the trio is a family too) 

“Awe they’re hugging *more making out noises*” 

She called it cute in the end and I made fun of her for bitching about it

I asked my sister who her favorite is and she says “what’s his name balls?” I started cackling my ass off and she goes “I’m joking I know his name is Ballister and he’s still my favorite”

[sgiandubh]

A very highbrow event

As I said in the comment thread of @bat-cat-reader's post about C being present at the British Film Institute & Chanel's 2023 Filmmaker Awards (20K pounds awards in total, went to three young female filmmakers), I just loved the skirt, even though I did find the top a bit too busy to my taste.

It was very important for C, I suppose, to be seen at such a highbrow event we don't even have Getty Images pictures from it. Networking and shaking hands with people like Edward Enninful OBE, British Vogue's Editor-in-Chief.

This guy, to be more precise (rings a bell? it should, it wasn't that long ago: JW Anderson's catwalk show at the London Fashion Week, mid-September, sans Cuban Heels):

Wanna know who else was there?

Yup. Global Chanel Ambassador.

Rings a bell?

I rest my case. As usual, C gets lots of cheap ass-kissing from Mordor, but no credit and no context, because they are so parochial, they don't even have the reflex to fucking LOOK for details.

[underthecitysky]

IT was a real family affair when Stella McCartney showcased her autumn/winter collection at LIPA (Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts) yesterday. ECHO Features Editor Jane Haase had a front row seat ...

“GRANDAD,” shouted the little boy in delight as he ran over to the man in the grey suit with the flowery shirt who leant down and gave him a hug.

He might be one of the most famous men in the world but he was just grandad to the toddler who wanted a cuddle.

The McCartney clan were out in force for a special fashion show by Sir Paul’s designer daughter Stella, held just a few hours before the Beatles legend rocked a 36,000 strong crowd at Anfield.

Stella had chosen to unveil her autumn/winter collection at Lipa as a celebration of the city’s Capital of Culture year.

Her children – son Miller, three; 18-month-old daughter, Bailey, and four- month- old son, Beckett – were at the family event, joined by their excited cousin (lol, aunt), four-year-old Beatrice (Sir Paul’s daughter with ex-wife Heather Mills). When not sitting with her relatives the pretty blonde-haired youngster could be seen bouncing on her father’s lap.

Photographer Mike McCartney (Paul's brother), famed for his intimate portraits of The Beatles, was snapping away inside the auditorium.

On the front row were Sir Paul, with his son James on one side and Yoko Ono on the other. Next to her was George Harrison’s widow Olivia, who was in the city for a special tribute to her late husband at FACT on Friday night, as well as Beatles producer Sir George Martin.

They were being watched more than the models on stage by some members of the audience who had paid between £100 to £500 for a ticket for the event, with all proceeds going to LIPA. One keen female fan in the balcony even had her opera glasses out and trained on the A-listers.

Badges saying “Stella” with a shape of a heart and the words “L’Pool” below were given out at the entrance to guests who included Sir Peter Blake, who designed the iconic Sgt Pepper album cover, and number one WAG Coleen McLoughlin.The same message was spelled out in silver balloons suspended from the ceiling above the stage.

Liverpool singer Candie Payne, looking stunning in a thigh- skimming black mini dress, opened the afternoon show. The singer from West Derby obviously impressed Sir Paul who was spotted taking a picture of her on his mobile phone as she performed.

The fact this was no ordinary fashion showcase was evident when the models took to the catwalk. Instead of strutting their stuff these statuesque visions in dresses of varying hues of blue, grey, black and taupe played musical chairs while tottering about in what looked like 7ins platform wedges.

Amid laughter from the 380 seater auditorium, they entered into the spirit of fun as they battled it out to the thumping beat of That’s Not Your name by the Ting Tings.

As balloons descended onto the stage (with “Uncle Mike” retrieving a heart-shaped one for Beatrice) Stella appeared with a present for the winning model and thanked everyone for coming.

She joked: “I seem to have 50,000 members of my family still in this city.”

And proud dad Sir Paul, wearing his trademark suit and trainers and a Stella badge, shouted out: “Three cheers for Stella.”

Before heading off to her father’s Liverpool Sound concert with the rest of the family, Stella explained why it was important to showcase her new fashion range at LIPA, which was co-founded by Sir Paul in 1996 in the grounds of his old school, The Liverpool Institute.

She said: “It’s been a great day, especially with the concert tonight.

“I wanted to do something for LIPA because it’s my dad’s old school and I’m very proud of what he’s done here and the way he’s made the school survive.

“This show was a lot of fun and it’s great to hold it in the Capital Culture year and do my bit for the city.”

Describing her collection as “naturally sexy, naturally confidant and modern”, she added: “I don’t design for one particular woman, but I try to pick up what I think is happening around me and on the streets.

“I don’t get a chance to spend much time in Liverpool but I think Liverpool can compete with other cities.”

And what does the acclaimed fashion designer, who counts Madonna and Gwyneth Paltrow as pals as well as clients, think of Liverpool girls’ style?

“I think they are great but I would say that because I’ve got a bit of Liverpool in me,” she laughed.

The Scouse gliterrati were out in force yesterday. Former Emmerdale star Sheree Murphy, wife of footballer Harry Kewell, was there along with friends, Cricket owner and ECHO columnist Justine Mills and celebrity stylist Lorraine McCullough.

Coronation Street star Alison King, who plays Carla Connor, was among the guests as was Radio City presenter Pete Price.

Dance group Flava, who were semi finalists in the TV show Britain’s Got Talent, also performed at the event.

Stella had said she had wanted to do her bit for the city in Capital of Culture year. I think the McCartney clan certainly did that yesterday.

Text copied from ohnotheydidnt on livejournal here

[horseboneologist]

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ID: A digital drawing of Count Dracula from Bram Stoker's Dracula. He is a skinny white man with white hair, bushy eyebrows, a bushy moustache, and pointed ears. He is wearing a lizard onesie with the mouth open around his face. The onesie is green with yellow teeth and yellow spikes down the back, and with a red interior lining and red eyes. He is wearing red scaled boots and holding a red lizard-shaped handbag. He is pouting and brusing his hair back from his face, walking down the hall of his castle like he's on a catwalk. He is wearing green eyeliner and a tasteful red lip. The background is mostly empty, shades of grey and green showing two windows letting in light. Above him, an excerpt from a Dracula Daily email reads: "15 May. - Once again have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion."

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[onceandfutureoshainspector]

- fought my way through a bunch more SUPER MUTANTS (the HAT MAN showed up again lol).

- this is i think the first indication i’ve seen of a regular SUPER MUTANT confirming that it knows about its origins :(

- i feel like these SUPER MUTANTS have probably definitely been swimming/bathing in this. they must be so sticky X(

- another tour monitor! i really wish i’d kept track of which ones i’d already seen, they’re numbered but this place is a maze of broken catwalks, so i’m not following the tour as intended i don’t think.

- ...holy shit????? does VIM have placating/restorative effects on supermutated brains?????? i doubt it’s the FOG given the temperment of literally everything else on the ISLAND. i need to get a case of this to VIRGIL, stat!

    - this guy notably didn’t have VIRGIL’s troubles with too-big fingers on tiny keyboards - the calming effect was enough to allow them the patience to learn how to type, or if they already knew how, to adjust to their bigger hands. they do seem to be a rare case, but if we can make this a more universal effect, we wouldn’t necessarily have to force-cure all the SUPER MUTANTS of the wasteland - we could give them this, get them out of the state of eternal hulk rage, and let them make an informed decision on whether they want to stay big and strong or revert to being human.

        - i know this is just a dlc, but i really hope this is an endgame option. i just fucking remembered something TINKER TOM said once, about the INSTITUTE having a terraforming rig set to spew poison all over the COMMONWEALTH, thus why he needed me to set up all those MILAS - if i can load it up with SUPER MUTANT ANTIVIRUS, or a cocktail of that + whatever’s in VIM that reverses some of the effects of SUPERMUTATION, that’d be amazing!

[sassenashsworld]

This shit guides us

Nora and I have been ambushed for several hours and if I can say without any hesitation if everything is going well on my side, it is obvious then on her side, something is wrong.

In fact, seeing her huffing like an ox, clenching her knuckles and jaws every split second, I'm sure if I blink, she'll jump at someone's throat, rip their stomach open and while 'one wonders how much color a human face can take before having that of death, she will be finishing strangling it with its own intestines just.

I should have asked what we were working on, absolutely.

But here we are, under a cold drizzle at the end of the evening, with a wind to wonder if the climate would not finally come back to hang around in this month of January. We are silently suspended between heaven and earth under a billboard at listen to the chattering teeth of my partner while observing an alley below without really knowing what to expect.

Ok, she knows, I don't.

And it's a bit frustrating.

For less than that, I should have already found. I'm a detective, right? Well here, with it, I dry.

Seeing her stare unblinkingly at a rusty iron door for a full rotation of the dial, she seemed rather calm. Quite badly too calm.

Oh shit.

Yeah, I confirm now that story stank. I should have seen it coming.

"It's to skip a cargo of shit we're waiting for, right? Are you planning a little party in Goodneighbor?"

"Man of little faith."

"Synth."

"For chems shipments, I ask Handcock. When it's good cam, I ask MacCready. Why would I take the living room pain in the ass who frowns every time I get a little pleasure? "

"Oh please! I don't want to know what's going on between your legs."

"Oh please!" she imitates me sardonically "you know perfectly well what passes between my legs, you perch on the workshop to be sure not to miss anything."

To breathe. Breathing is the key. Completely unnecessary to live, but important enough to let her live.

"It's a nice place to relax. Not my fault if anything going on in your stake causes uproar."

"You're still quite a pervert, when you think about it."

"I must, to keep hanging out with you” I smirk. Then continue “At least you know the institute didn't build me with..."

"Breeding protocol? Yeah, you repeat it enough times for me to know it pisses you off."

A breath. Two breaths. Three breaths.

"Okay, I'm off the hook. Sorry Nick. I'm the one pissed off."

"Great, we're making progress. Can I knock you down a bit with this iron bar while you explain?"

"We don't touch the bar."

"She really wasn't tall, admit it."

"It was a low blow, yes, I admit it. Now you shut up?"

I can continue to make her angry a little for what she has just dared to insinuate, can't I? I detail her a bit. Yeah, bloodshot eyes, dry mouth, white knuckles. She's on the sideboard. I let go.

"Good mother hen, give the beak."

"These motherfucker’s trying to bring the kids down."

And nothing. What motherfucker, what kids, down why? I can wipe myself.

"Nora, we've discussed this often."

"No service."

"Silver! Could you have some decency tonight? Tell me what...”

She leaps to the ground.

“Well no..."

A fellow has opened the door. After having cleanly impressed on his face the lines of the composite material of the butt of her .308, she prevents the door from closing by putting a foot in it. The guy's foot, of course. For now, it's still attached to the guy's leg, so I drop to the ground in my turn to join her.

"We have a doorman."

"He shouldn't end up as a door stopper."

"Why not?"

"Because...”

I don’t have time to explain.

“You just shot him..."

I hate but really, I HATE when she cuts me off in the middle of a sentence to plant a leak in the forehead of a suspect. What am I cooking now? Her? Pffft. I have better luck with the corpse.

"It’s open."

"Like his skull."

"Follow me. In silence."

Hmm. Sure. As silently as the weight of my metal structure can move forward on a metal catwalk. Metal mass and metal floor, isn't it the pre-war kids' thing to get on their mums' nerves? Well mum here has an easy nerve because in three steps, she swings me against a wall.

"You're done, yes?"

"I didn't ride on tissue paper axles."

"Get down!"

She points to the factory floor, low below. The ground ten meters below. With no stairs around. I raise a wary look but to her look, if I don't find a solution, she'll just throw me into the void.

"Yeah, no worries, I'll do it that way."

I let her get lost in the dark before I dare to move. We're not in Corvega here, there's no access. How do I do my account? Wait, we're not in Corvega. I didn't think to question what kind of factory we were in.

We are in an old neighborhood which Nora, will know how, seems to know out better than her pocket. For my part, I haven't often had to hang out in the area especially under the yoke of looters, very few innocent passersby coming there unless they are looking for a good cam. Well, I admit they are not so innocent then. Anyway, I was never sent to work in the place.

I slowly slide my feet on the floor. It will be ok. I'm glad no one's here to see me, but it'll do. So, I move even more slowly than if I was trying to be discreet towards what seems to be a service staircase. It's almost won. I hit the ground to find it in dirt. Who puts a dirt floor in a factory? Don’t have time to question because I heard a shout.

"What the... SHIT, IT'S HER!"

Ah, I got screwed with her story again. She didn't want discretion, she just wanted to have a lot of fun before I arrived as reinforcements. Precisely, I join her in a production room where she is already happily using her weapon of choice. Between two shots, I hear voices screaming in pain.

They scream in pain...

How does a split skull scream in pain?

She throws one of those assholes in my face while I aim for a thug who is desperately trying to get away. A bullet in the back stops him in his tracks but my weapon suddenly finds himself below the guy who has just fallen into my arms.

"Make it spit the piece."

"I should already know what piece we're looking for."

The guy keeps screaming louder as he agonizes us pretty names of long-gone flowers when I drop everything in front of me.

"I want to know where the last shipment went."

I crouch down in front of the still intact face of the man.

"Did you hear the lady? Balance, otherwise, I'll turn my back and let her do what she wants."

"DIAMOND CITY!!! RIFF SEND THE CAM TO DIAMOND CITY!"

"Madam is served."

She lodges a 10mm bullet in the raider's head. Thus. Rarely passed an interrogation so expeditiously.

"Otherwise, you can keep quiet, we have a court-appointed lawyer on your right to help you” I say to the corpse then turn my attention to my partner. “Can the lawyer drop her gun and explain to me?"

She lodges a bullet in the head of everything that still scream in the place.

"Why didn't you start with that?"

"If he hadn't spoken, there had to be another one."

"So now we're in private, either you tell me what's going on, or I'm going back to my office."

"He said Diamond City, right?"

"If I answer, are you going to give me two keys in return?"

"Nat..."

She spins without (of course) answering me where we came from.

Can you legally kill your partner and hope not to suffer the judgment of ... the whole Commonwealth? Unfortunately, I know the answer. Therefore, I'm on the train and not let myself left behind. Nora is heading straight for... Goodneighbor.

"Here, you've decided to change your partner. It's okay, I can go straight home, no need to drag myself to Handcock to put under my nose without a shadow of a doubt he's better than me."

She rolls her eyes and stops.

"They produced a new drug, the Happy Holiday, or double H."

She throws a small object and in the dark, I think it can be called a miracle I manage to catch it. I lift what I'm holding between my fingers in front of my eyes, appreciating the LEDs can provide minimal radiance.

"Is it a duck?"

"A pretty little yellow duck. The few children the Commonwealth has within its shattered walls will soon be fully exposed to this new candy which will guarantee raiders the only customer base they haven't yet reach."

"The childrens..."

"So."

"How did you know?"

Of course, why answer me when she can look at me like if I'm a moron. I growl in annoyance.

"I may have fallen asleep in some ruins yesterday, not far from the warehouse we just blew up. I didn't know what I'd come across, that's why I went to get you. But I was able to learn three things. One, they were producing the DH in this lab we just cleaned. Two, they were planning to spread it into homes through the childs. Three, whoever has to approach them is waiting for a delivery for tonight at the Third Rail."

"Handcock knows?"

"Not yet. Do you think you wouldn't have been the first to know about it?"

I rub my chin thinking.

"Chems, Handcock. Even I can understand."

"Justice, Valentine. We're not talking about chems here... Well, yes, we're talking about chems. But no. Here, we're talking about childs who will find themselves on the front lines of a vicious business."

She's not denying if it was just about chems, I could jerk off.

"Besides, I really like Handcock, he's a good guy, but sometimes he's easily taken in."

"Especially if it's about chem."

"Especially if it's about... chem."

It seems hers has just let it go because she’s catching herself on a wall to control a stun that seems badass. I take her jaw between the fingers of my good hand and carefully scrutinize her pupils.

"What did you take?"

"None of your business, dad."

"It's not buffout."

"Well done, detective. Are you letting me go?"

She just might make me quit... oh shit! I catch her just in time as she dives, also skillfully preventing Silver from falling into a butt puddle. I imagine if I had to choose between her face and her gun, she would want me to save the gun. I lean her against the brick wall behind us and pat her cheeks a little.

"Hey, doll, is anyone home?"

Honestly, I'm amazed I didn't bring her back already. Yet she said she was taking a nap when she heard... ah! We don't hear when we sleep. So, in her coded language, I must consider when she says nap, she means stoned.

Note.

"Nora!"

Nothing.

I rummage through her bag and find a few interesting things that would help me get her back on her feet. But while she's playing Sleeping Beauty, I'm doing what I know best; investigate.

She has three bottles of buffout. The first has a rather common label. I check the content. Buffout. Ok. A good twenty. Here, I'll have to take her for a check-up with a cardiologist. I open the second bottle who has been slightly paint in green. Now, they have a different smell. The little pills rolling around in my hands ARE NOT buffout. No need to open the third yellow painted one to understand Nora likes variety.

Precisely, the damsel shakes herself, a little bewildered.

I put my metal hand on her shoulder, I admit pushing the tips of my fingers a little under her collarbone, to make sure she doesn't move. I show her the pretty wonders which are in the hollow of my other palm.

"You piss me off."

"I return the compliment. Can you explain to me?"

"And chemistry."

"And what?"

"Law, biology, science and chemistry. Chemistry comes pretty much all along with science. It doesn't take a genius to concoct new recipes."

"Tell the one who can't cook a steak."

"OF DOG!"

"Whatever. For all I know, you could burn water. As far as burning your brains, you seem on the right track too."

She growls and tries to get up but then, my vicious little appendages sink into her skin through the Kevlar. She sits down immediately. Who said I didn't have the knack with her? Well, let's be honest, I'm sure it's just because she considered keeping me alive was more valuable than a little twist on her pride.

"Nonetheless, you said to yourself; there are already plenty of things that freeze me, why didn’t accelerate my decadence?"

"I thought to myself, these things are already going to kill me, as much as they're worth it."

You also find, huh, she is hopeless.

"And just give up on that stuff, have you thought about that?"

“Ah! But of course, Nick. Don't tell you what the lawyer weighs up against super-mutants. It's my fault if I'm taken for a kind of superhuman capable of doing everything?”

"Social pressure. Typical."

I throw the bottle as far as my mechanical arm can. And it is far. Nora's gaze follows the flight of her precious treasures then immediately descends on the second pot I take in my hand.

"No, do not do that."

I swing it the same.

"Not to do what?"

I often stop her from drinking, and she hasn't killed me for it yet. I'm counting on my luck, so she won't kill me for...

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Alcohol, ok, drugs, don't touch.

A real fury (which by the way doesn't care about stabbing herself with my hand so I retract for its own good) falls on me with all claws out. I manage without difficulty to shift and take both wrists in one hand, making her eat the dust. Or stagnant water. Radioactive stagnant water. Sorry Nora. Basically, I believe it's for your own good. She continues to belch and spit (for that, we understand) while I take my handcuffs out of my trench pocket.

"You will thank me one day. Or you will hunt me down mercilessly. But you will be alive to do it."

I put handcuffs on her wrist as she rears up like a wild horse which is gently leaded to the slaughterhouse.

Once the subject is more or less done (I drag her by the wrists in the streets of Boston without mercy for her rear end), I join our objective; Goodneighbor.

It would seem even in this asylum of all what is not liked in the corner, a human who struggles like a devil in holy water screaming like a possessed dragged by a synth attracts a little attention. Then I have the mayor in sight before I have taken ten steps.

"What is it this time? She doesn't seem droopy, at least."

"She's going to be soon. I don't even know where she gets the energy to resist me."

The ghoul chuckles a little as I drop my make-up on her feet. The burden leaps up (despite its restraints) and spits in my face.

"NICK VALENTINE! I SWEAR I'LL GET YOUR SKIN!"

"You'll have yours beforehand if we don't wean you. Handcock, clean her up. I have a little investigation to do in the area. I'll be back tomorrow to check in on you."

"Can't I come with you, instead? What you're asking me, I don't think even a Deathclaw could do."

"Nora. Weaned."

He rolls his eyes and rummages through his frock to find a squirt tube he puts on immediately.

"Well, mate!"

Weaned Nora by consuming Jet... am I right to entrust him? Not really other choices. He grabs Nora by the handcuffs and drags her to his old building. While he leaves to have fun, I sink into the alleys of Goodneighbor.

If I want to stand in front of Nora again AND stay alive, I'll have to find the juiciest bit of this story.

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NR526N, Curtiss Robin J-1 Deluxe "Ole Miss", NASM Silver Hill, Maryland, 09-08-1974 by Gordon Riley Via Flickr: Aviation's exuberant adolescence was also marked by a penchant for endurance records. In July 1929, Dale Jackson and Forest O'Brine set an impressive record in a Challenger-powered Robin, with the help of aerial refueling, remaining aloft for 420 hours and 17 minutes. When the record was extended by a Stinson monoplane the following June, they took off again in the Robin on July 21, 1930, and set a new mark of 647 hours and 28 minutes. The greatest record for sustained flight was set five years later in a Whirlwind-powered Curtiss Robin J-1 Deluxe named Ole Miss. After two unsuccessful attempts in 1934, brothers Fred and Algene Key took off from Meridian, Mississippi, on June 4, 1935, and landed again 27 days later for a total flight time of 653 hours and 34 minutes. There to greet the exhausted fliers on the evening of July 1 were 35,000 wildly cheering spectators. Among the dangers they had faced were severe thunderstorms and an electrical fire. During the flight, Fred and Al Key took turns manning the controls and sleeping on the extra fuel tank behind them in the cabin. They received food, fuel, and supplies 432 times through a sliding roof hatch from another Robin. A metal catwalk on the forward section of the aircraft made in-flight maintenance and lubrication of the engine possible. Their Wright Whirlwind engine consumed 6.500 gallons of gasoline, at a rate of 10 gallons per hour, and 300 gallons of oil. Their estimated ground track was 52,320 miles, or more than twice the circumference of the earth. Almost twenty years after its famous flight, the Key family offered Ole Miss to the National Air Museum. On July 2, 1955, Fred Key flew the famous Robin, now fully restored, to National Airport in Washington, D.C., where it was formally presented to the Smithsonian Institution.

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Diamonds and Divas: The best fashion exhibitions to go see this summer Though you might think otherwise given the neverending onslaught of catwalk shows, fashion isnt all about the runway. Across the globe, museums, galleries and historical institutions are dedicated to…

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Zebra Studio is undoubtedly one of the best modeling institutes in Kolkata. With its cutting-edge infrastructure, experienced trainers, and a well-designed curriculum, the studio has been able to produce some of the finest models in the industry.

The studio provides a comprehensive training program that covers all aspects of modeling, including walking, posing, and expressions. The trainers are highly skilled and provide personalized attention to each student to ensure that they develop the required skills and confidence to succeed in the industry.

In addition to modeling skills, the studio also focuses on personality development, grooming, and communication skills. This helps students to project themselves with confidence in front of the camera, as well as in social and professional settings.

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Naomi Campbell’s V&A Show Is a Glittering Spectacle

Although it is principally a showcase for the decorative arts, the V&A is not condemned to try and interest new audiences with only ancient ceramics and medieval metalware.

The London institution has long ago cracked a magic formula: high fashion = high footfall.

The museum has refreshed this winning format with its latest exhibition dedicated to supermodel supremo Naomi Campbell.

Is there a more worthy member of fashion royalty to receive this place of prominence?

Even among the OG set of nineties runway stars like Christy Turlington, Claudia Schiffer, and Linda Evangelista, few reached the same, enduring icon status as Naomi Campbell.

“It is an honor,” the model said in a statement, “to share my life in clothes with the world.”

Installation view of “NAOMI: In Fashion” at the V&A Museum. Photo courtesy of Victoria & Albert Museum.

Born in London in 1970, Campbell was always a natural performer; she appeared in the music video for Bob Marley’s “Is This Love” at the age of eight and went on to study dance at the renowned Italia Conti Academy of Theatre Arts.

She was scouted to be a model on the street in 1986 and by her 16th birthday had already appeared on the cover of British Elle.

This feat was to be followed by a string of historic firsts: she was the first Black British woman on the cover of British Vogue in 1987, the first Black woman to ever appear on the cover of Vogue Paris in 1988, and the first Black woman to open a Prada show in 1997, to name just three.

Such an impressive career makes for an exciting spectacle at “Naomi: In Fashion” (on view until April 2025).

Covering the past five decades, vintage pieces of couture, personal photographs, or other mementoes are placed in glass cases beside vast projections that mix up archival footage from catwalks and editorial photoshoots from star photographers including Peter Lindbergh.

Campbell’s ability to compel a crowd is undeniable and it is impossible not to be drawn in by this sea of eye-catching imagery.

However, as the V&A’s senior curator of fashion, Sonnet Stanfill, openly admitted at a press conference in March:

“It is not for us to tell Naomi’s story, we want her to tell her story.”

It is unusual to be given free reign to produce a blockbuster exhibition about your own life, and without a more rigorous curatorial eye the finished product is shiny but a tad one-dimensional.

“Naomi: In Fashion” offers little historical context or meaningful insight and the tone of its guiding wall texts sometimes veers into sycophancy.

Fawning exaggerations like “Campbell’s impact on the catwalk and the page is unmatched,” do not feel necessary to convey the model’s import.

The work speaks for itself.

In another section, a grid of screens features figures like Anna Wintour, RuPaul, and Kate Moss, who each take their turn to provide reverential accounts of their relationships with Campbell.

Meanwhile, a stint of community service in 2007 after Campbell flung her phone at an employee—allegedly, not for the first time—is reframed as Campbell overcoming “media scrutiny,” by “chronicling the week in W magazine, sharing her remorse and her personal perspective.”

On view is the glittering gown that Campbell wore while strutting out of the Manhattan sanitation garage where she had been put to work.

Recorded by a swarm of paparazzi, the moment offers an irresistible mix of glamor and audacity, and it is more real and more memorable than the unadulterated adulation to be found elsewhere in thi

As the main lender to the show, Campbell has provided the original items associated with a host of memorable moments from her career.

One showstopper is the golden dress with a blue skirt that she wore on her first, history-making cover with British Vogue.

Also present are the Vivienne Westwood shoes that sent her toppling over on the runway in 1993 and the head-to-toe protective gear worn on a plane in early 2020, an image that went viral, and became iconic.

The exhibition’s long run until next Spring is surely a bid for some fantastic visitor numbers and with a subject as iconic and headlining as Campbell, the museum is in good shape to achieve them.

Even though the experience of “Naomi: In Fashion” is unusually concise and could probably be completed in about 20 minutes, those willing to simply bask in her glory will find more than enough to marvel at.

Anyone hoping for a deeper or more candid insight into Campbell’s life may be left wanting more.

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London Fashion Week June Set To “Ignite A Cultural Moment” In 2024 - Skywire London

It was in June 2012 that the inaugural London Collections: Men — a series of menswear season shows — took place. The event has since been renamed London Fashion Week Men’s and subsequently London Fashion Week June — but another major change is now afoot. 

The British Fashion Council (BFC), the nonprofit organisation responsible for organising LFW June, has announced that this year’s outing will run from Friday 7th to Sunday 9th June, this time in a new, revamped format intended to “ignite a cultural moment in London”.

As a digital agency in London, we are poised to keep a close eye on this noteworthy development. 

What’s happening with LFW June? 

This year happens to mark the 40th anniversary of London Fashion Week, which was first held in February 1984 and is now classed among the “Big Four” fashion weeks also including New York, Paris, and Milan.

The June arm of LFW has long enabled a wide range of British designers and brands to showcase their latest menswear pieces to a large, fashion-dedicated audience. Now, LFW June is going to draw even more attention to London’s status as a world-renowned cultural powerhouse. 

In a statement, British Fashion Council chief executive Caroline Rush enthused that “we are thrilled to share a new concept for LFW June which will amplify our designers and promote the diverse menswear businesses, from streetwear to Savile Row, as well as retail in the city.”

A breakdown of LFW June’s new concept 

This new concept will include, on the launch date of LFW June, a BFC takeover of the Institute of Contemporary Arts (ICA). At this artistic venue based within Nash House on the UK capital’s The Mall route, an exhibition and panel discussions will spotlight the following three cultures: 

Black culture centred around self-love;

South Asian culture, particularly pattern, textile, and craftsmanship;

Queer culture, especially young creative voices from the trans community.

Rush has elaborated: “We will celebrate and pay homage to some of the cultures which contribute so much to the UK fashion industry, the aim is to build on this with different cultures every year.” 

As part of the 40th-anniversary celebrations (held under the banner of “LFW40”), a retrospective installation will highlight LFW’s history and global influence.

Meanwhile, a “40 for 40” schedule will see 40 activations — including catwalk shows, presentations, and other events — hosted by major British brands and designers across London.

On Sunday 9th June, the last day of LFW June, the BFC will repurpose the Groucho Club — the private members’ club in Soho — as a dynamic activation space for fashion businesses. 

Why is LFW June being overhauled for 2024? 

Rush has explained that the new format is “a direct result of the conversations we are continuously having with the BFC community (designers, media, UK and international retailers).”

She added that the British Fashion Council was striving to recognise its designers’ business needs and provide “a global showcasing platform which is both relevant and beneficial.”

Our digital agency in London routinely takes inspiration from the capital’s aptitude for adapting and changing with the times. To enquire about our service offering and to learn more about how our creative and strategic experts can support your fashion, lifestyle, or luxury business’s growth, please email hello@skywire.co.uk today.

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Looking for Ways To Support Earth Month? Try Fashion! 

Join Aveda at their Catwalk for Water

Photo Credit: Valerie Presser 

If you have spent the last few years banging your head against the wall trying to think up ways to support our dying planet, try making your own clothes. Local beauty school Aveda Institute of Las Vegas, longtime supporters of clean beauty, are hosting their annual Catwalk For Water at Tivoli Village on April 28th. This long running event has been held at several of their locations since at least 2017, and all the proceeds go towards their partnerships with charities supporting clean water access for all. 

Aveda was started in 1978 by Horst Rechelbacher with a vision for a green and organic line of beauty products. Initially inspired by his mothers traditional tonics and Indian medicinal practices, they now are known for their floral, organic and environmentally friendly products. Environmentalists from the start, they have since championed several charities and supported several Earth related movements. 

As of 2021, every one of their products is vegan. Just one of many beauty companies that have made even a partial shift to organic and vegan products including KVD Beauty, Milk Makeup, Lime Crime, e.l.f. Cosmetics, and PHB Ethical Beauty. 

They use these products and these values in a handful of beauty schools across the country. This commitment to green practices is at the core of their Catwalk for Water event. Students come together in teams to create a fully thrifted outfit in the hopes of winning a full scholarship. A truly valuable prize for anyone  hoping to chase 

The event is deeply personal, so to get a true grasp I spoke to Natalie Presser, a cosmetology instructor at the school. 

Our local chapter has been holding the event since 2009, alongside its sister schools across the nation. All of them come together in the name of our dear planet, and gather funds for Aveda's partner ‘Charity: Water’. Learn more about them here https://www.charitywater.org/

Presser says this year is better and flashier than ever. 

This time around the theme is “Raindrops on Roses”. One in a history of environment based themes, it is meant to evoke imagery of fresh flowers with dewdrops after a morning shower. Contestants are encouraged to use their thrifted materials, indulge in their creativity, originality and unified work to learn about the process of upcycling and fashion. 

Presser says the event is greatly enjoyed by all students, and looked forward to every year. Getting to see and speak to some students myself, the excitement is evident. The sneak peaks I got to see tell me flowers will play a heavy role, so if you love them, or have any interest in learning about fashion this Earth month, join them on the 28th.

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Acquiring The Key, To the Door of Dreams: HMV College - A Gateway to Education Excellence in Punjab

Introduction:

In the always fertile patriotic soil of Punjab, an exceptional educational institution is known for its supreme excellence in providing world-class education and the best job opportunities to women, Hans Raj Mahila Maha Vidyalaya in the city of Jalandhar, also known as HMV College which is home to more than 5000 women students. The goal and objective of HMV go beyond the core mission of offering high-quality women's education and is also a vision of a fair and equal society for all genders. From its establishment in 1927 in Lahore, and successful re-establishment in 1959 in Jalandhar, Punjab, HMV has always been focused on helping young girls acquire the best education which they deserve as well as promoting an environment of civilized culture of inclusivity and empowerment for women that doesn’t discriminate on any grounds. With increasing opportunities in the field of modern education, HMV is always busy with delivering quality education, nourishing priceless talent, and allowing dreams to come true in real life.

Fashioning the Future: HMV’s Expertise in the Art of Modern Fashion Designing

For those young women students who have a keen eye for aesthetics and innovation toward creativity, HMV College is the perfect destination. HMV is widely known as the best college for fashion designing in Punjab because it sparks the flame which ignites the fire of creativity and transforms amateur beginners into top professionals in the fashion designing industry. Students here have the advantage of utilizing modern amenities, access to the best teachers and hands-on practical experience in reputed industries all over India. Here at HMV, several students have unleashed their creative talent and become proficient in the world of fabrics, colours and designs. Students here learn the best knowledge for fashion designing from catwalks to unique event fashion needs, and can expertly excel in the fashion designing profession. Choose HMV, choose the best college for fashion designing and expect your dreams to come true anytime soon.

The Knowledge of Science Is First Sign of Success: HMV’s Superior Science Education

Whenever superior science education comes into the picture, the frame is incomplete without the HMV college, setting the young scientists a class apart from the rest and becoming the best science college in Punjab. HMV has the best staff with exceptional experience in teaching science subjects and top-of-the-line labs for practical applicability of the learned knowledge are all included in HMV's UG (Under Graduate) and PG (Post Graduate) science program for students to fulfil all their career aspirations. From Physics to Chemistry, Biology to Mathematics, and also Computer Science, HMV provides fertile soil for proper career tree growth. HMV's curriculum is updated every year to meet all the needs of modern students and promotes hands-on practical learning and research-driven education that helps students gain relevant knowledge, acquire practical skills, and instil the needed confidence to stand out in their scientific careers and lead successful as well as rewarding lives. Choose HMV for superior science education, and make your true passion a rewarding profession.

Understand the Art of Creativity: HMV's Appeal to Art Education.

HMV College stands out as the top Arts college in Punjab for women who are culture enthusiasts. With its deep roots in the field of arts under the fertile soil of Punjab, HMV is like a eucalyptus tree offering modern programs covering the aspects of fine arts, literature, performing arts, and even others which are chosen as well as designed to provide students with the best understanding of the topics and create a well-versed professional for the field of arts. The modules range from the classics to the latest, reciting famous poetry, developing problem-solving skills and extending the boundaries of imagination as well as creativity. HMV offers the best learning platform for all women to learn about the art and culture without any hurdles and create a prosperous career for themselves. In addition to that, the HMV college also received the 'Excellence in Creative and Performing Arts' award at the 6th FICCI Higher Education Excellence Awards, reflecting the expertise in Art education in Punjab. Choose HMV, enrol in the best and top arts college in Punjab for women and make the most of the highly rewarding opportunities available today.

Most Prestigious Women’s College: HMV Awards and Firm stance for women's education.

As one of the most prestigious women’s colleges, it holds a legacy to inspire women and empower them through educational brilliance. The focus of HMV is on providing the best college education, creating the perfect learning and developing environment for students' all-inclusive development as well as promoting gender equality in society. This offers modern women of Punjab and India a stable platform where they can grow and achieve their extraordinary ambitions without any hindrances of antiquated orthodox society. Ranging from effective leadership training to individual career guidance, HMV offers everything it takes to ensure the maximum career success of women. The HMV team also firmly believes in the unified power of diversity and is committed at all times to making sure that all students are welcomed and appreciated in an appropriate teaching manner. HMV has been honoured with several prestigious awards for its outstanding contribution to excellent women's education in Punjab, including the ASSOCHAM Education Excellence Award as well as appreciation from OUTLOOK magazine as an excellent college for women.

Conclusion: HMV Holds the Key to Unlocking the Door to Prosperous Opportunity and Success.

To all the ambitious higher secondary women students in Punjab, HMV College is the best college for graduation in Punjab. The prestigious reputation, the world-class faculty, the high-quality education, practical experience and the modern range of programs, transform HMV University into a reliable and stable stepping stone for students. From various courses for both UG and PG in fashion design to science, literature art to computer science, HMV is a collection of the best graduation programs which have been proven to be effective for countless women students. By offering an academic excellence-based education, successful career enthusiasm, and a personal development model, HMV prepares its students to successfully outperform in the real world, by developing the necessary confidence and practical skills they need to excel in the cutthroat job market of India.

In the end, choosing the most prestigious college for women, HMV College for your or your sister's higher education will be a fruitful experience that is destined for everlasting success. By enrolling in the best college for graduation in Punjab, women can become independent and benefit from equal opportunity without any discrimination of sex, race, religion or beliefs. Here at HMV, dreams are achieved in broad daylight, so awaken your talents and help refine your skills for the most lucrative career waiting for you after graduation or post-graduation.

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Join Kolkata's Top Modelling Institute to Get Noticed in the Modelling World

skills, knowledge, and valuable industry exposure. This powerful combination has reinforced its position as a formidable force in the realm of modelling education and training.

The Extensive Modelling Course at Zebra Institute 

Zebra Institute sought-after modelling course in Kolkata Are you aspiring to carve a niche in the dazzling realms of fashion and entertainment as a successful model? Your dreams can materialize by enrolling in the premier Modelling Course in Kolkata. Renowned for its vibrant culture and rich heritage, the city houses some of the country's top modelling institutes. With expert guidance and training from the Best Modelling Institute in Kolkata, you can acquire the essential skills and techniques to shine in the fiercely competitive modelling industry. Don't delay—seize the opportunity now to make a splash in the modelling world!

The Emergence of Zebra Institute as the Top Modelling Institute

Zebra Institute(ZI) has firmly established itself as a leading institution in the modelling industry in Kolkata. The institute's exceptional reputation can be credited to its comprehensive training modules, industry-tailored curriculum, and a team of accomplished mentors. Serving as a crucial catalyst in shaping future models, Zebra Institute distinguishes itself by equipping students with essential is intricately designed to provide students with comprehensive insights into the industry. Encompassing a spectrum of skills, from perfecting the catwalk and developing a compelling portfolio to immersive grooming sessions, the program goes beyond the basics. It explores advanced facets such as fashion appreciation, mastery of makeup, and personal care. This course fosters holistic development, guaranteeing that every aspiring model is thoroughly equipped to navigate the dynamic yet challenging modelling industry.

The Experienced Faculty at Zebra Institute

Zebra Institute holds its faculty in high esteem, recognizing them as the backbone of the institution. Comprising industry stalwarts, each faculty member brings a wealth of practical knowledge and invaluable industry insights into the classroom. Their teaching approach goes beyond conventional methods, emphasizing the nurturing and grooming of students. Fuelled by a passion for fashion and modelling, combined with their expertise, the faculty creates an immersive learning experience that is unparalleled in Kolkata. At Zebra Institution, you not only learn from the best but also undergo significant personal and professional growth under their mentorship. Their unwavering commitment to student success ensures that every aspirant emerges as a confident and industry-ready model.

Practical Exposure and Industry Connections

Enhancing theoretical knowledge with hands-on experience, Zebra Institute integrates practical exposure into its educational approach. The curriculum includes frequent workshops, seminars, and guest lectures by industry experts, providing valuable insights into the inner workings of the fashion world. In addition to classroom learning, students actively participate in fashion shows, photo shoots, and auditions, gaining firsthand experience that bridges the gap between theory and real-world application. Zebra Institute's extensive network within the industry plays a pivotal role in securing internships and job placements for students, thereby elevating their career prospects. This unique blend of practical experience and industry connections positions Zebra Institute as a frontrunner in cultivating the talents of aspiring models.

Success Stories and Alumni Testimonials

The impact of Zebra Institute's training approach is vividly demonstrated by the remarkable success of its alumni. Many have carved out notable paths in the modelling industry, with some attaining international acclaim. Testimonials from alumni, filled with admiration and gratitude, serve as powerful endorsements of the outstanding education, guidance, and support provided by Zebra Institute. These firsthand accounts from individuals who have navigated the modelling journey offer compelling evidence of the high quality of Zebra Institute's training and its unwavering commitment to nurturing modelling talent. The accomplishments of these graduates underscore the notion that Zebra Institute is not merely a modelling school; it is a launching pad for aspiring careers in the glamorous world of fashion.

Begin Your Journey in the Modelling Industry with Zebra Institute

Embrace your aspirations of making a mark in the modelling world by immersing yourself in the supportive atmosphere at Zebra Institute, recognized as Kolkata's premier modelling academy. Here, you receive more than just instruction in the craft; you are infused with self-assurance and provided a platform to showcase your talent. The expert training, enriched industry insights, and exposure gained at Zebra Institute  serve as the essential stepping stones to transform your modelling dreams into reality. Don't delay—commence your modelling journey with  Zebra Institute today.

Finally, It's Time to Live Out Your Dreams of Being a Model

In essence, forging a thriving career in modelling transcends mere physical attributes. It entails refining your skills through professional training, assimilating industry insights, and receiving the right guidance—qualities that Zebra Institute is uniquely positioned to provide. By enrolling in Kolkata's premier modelling school, you're charting the course to actualize your modelling aspirations. This marks the beginning of a journey where you have the opportunity to leave a lasting impression in this dynamic industry. The spotlight awaits—are you prepared to radiate brilliance?