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[nyoomfruits]

For the Valentines trope: roommates to lovers, landoscar, prompt 4

Please Nyoom I’m on my knees begging your writing keeps me alive 🙏

“before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.”

He runs into Oscar in the hallway. Oscar’s dressed in his usual evening clothes consisting of a pair of loose sweat pant shorts and a well worn t-shirt, glasses perched on his nose and hair standing in every which direction. There’s a mug in his hand, empty, which means he’s probably on his way to the kitchen to refill it.

The kitchen Lando just came from, which is why he’s currently holding a bag of crisps and a can of coke. “Before you say anything,” Lando says, when he sees Oscar’s eyes swoop down to his slightly disheveled state and the snacks in his hands, “about me being home tonight, I want to remind you that you are too.”

“I’m always home,” Oscar says, almost on autopilot. His eyes zero in on the crisps. It’s a bag of Doritos. Nacho cheese, real brand ones, not the knock offs. Lando keeps one in the pantry for emergencies, likes to eat them when he feels down.

Oscar knows this.

“Well, now so am I,” Lando says, goes to shoulder his way past Oscar, but Oscar is too fast, grabs him by the upper arm, bring him to a halt. “What happened?” He says.

And god. Lando so doesn’t want to talk about what happened. Especially not to Oscar, who’s like. Way too sweet about everything always. In an ideal world, he’d be into Oscar instead of all these douchebags that keep breaking his heart. “It’s fine,” he says, but there’s a shake in his voice, and Oscar doesn’t let go, just keeps staring at him.

“Carlos broke up with me,” Lando eventually says, shoulders sagging. “Or well. Apparently there was nothing to break, actually. Apparently it was just a casual thing anyway. Which I wasn’t aware of, so,” he shrugs, and tries not to cry, all at the same time.

“Hm,” Oscar says, considers this for a second. “I don’t think the Doritos are going to cut it,” he eventually says, and then promptly turns and disappears into his bedroom.

Lando is too stunned and confused to really react to that, so he’s still standing in the hallway a few seconds later, when Oscar reappears with a bag of gummy words and a packet of microwave popcorn. “My personal emergency stash,” he says, when Lando just stares at them. “Now, come on,” he adds, nudging Lando in the direction of the living room. “Go pick the worst action movie you can find. I will go make us some horrible cocktails. We need booze for this.”

The cocktails really will be horrible, Lando thinks, as he makes his way into the living room in a slight daze, still clutching the bag of Doritos in his hands. Oscar’s a good cook, in general, does most of the actual cooking in their little household, as long as you can call two people living together because housing prices in the UK are off the charts really a household, but he’s terrible at making drinks.

Lando’s just settles on the newest Ryan Reynolds movie, when Oscar reappears with a tray holding the snacks and two horribly pink drinks. At least he’s stuck umbrellas in them. “What do we have that’s pink?” Lando asks, holding up his drink.

Oscar pulls a face. “You don’t want to know,” he says.

Lando hums and takes a sip. It’s so, so incredibly gross, in a way that weirdly loops back to good. “God, you suck at this,” he says, with a little cough. “It even tastes pink.”

“I did promise you they would be horrible,” Oscar says, takes a sip of his own drink and grimaces. “God, that’s fowl. Alright, what’re we watching?”

They turn on the movie, and Oscar lets Lando talk through almost the entire thing, someone his other friends always find wildly annoying but that Oscar never really seems to mind much, smiling fondly at Lando and quietly chewing on his popcorn.

When the movie is over they put on another one, and then when that ones over, and the room has gone dark, and the snacks have all been finished, Oscar turns towards Lando, tucks his feet under himself, and says, “Okay, you want to talk about it?”

Lando sighs, lets his head fall back against the couch. “Not really,” he says. “I mean, what is there to talk about? Once again I thought I had found the one and once again they only saw me as a casual fling. Tale as old as time. You know, I’m starting to think maybe I’m not meant for love. Maybe I’m just meant to die old and alone.”

“You won’t die old and alone,” Oscar immediately counters. “Come on, no. You’re a catch.”

“Really?” Lando asks, lets his head fall towards the side so he’s facing Lando. “Why is no one catching me, then?”

Oscar bites his lip. “Maybe you’ve just been looking in the wrong places.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Lando sighs. “Anyway, how’s your love life going. Now we’re on the topic.”

Oscar never talks about his love life much. Lando knows there was a girlfriend, but she left the picture long before Lando entered it, and there hasn’t been anyone since.

“Bad,” is all Oscar says.

“Aw, no, Osc, come on, you gotta give me more than that,” Lando says, poking Oscar in the knee.

Oscar shrugs. “I mean. I’m in love with someone, I guess. But uh, they’re not in love with me.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Lando says. “Who wouldn’t be in love with you? You’re adorable.”

Oscar smiles a little ruefully, ducks his head. “Yeah, well. They aren’t.”

“Blegh,” Lando says, picks up his third? Fourth? Suspiciously pink drink, holds it up to Oscar in a toast. “Well, here’s to shitty love lives. Let us stick together at least, so we might die old but not alone.”

Oscar’s smiles a little sadly. “To dying old, not alone,” he says, and takes another sip. “God, fucking hell, please never let me make another cocktail ever again.”

[kenyukisser]

⤹ Was i wrong? 𝄞₊ ⊹

˖ ִֶָ 𝄞 Part 1

6 years gone, and he’s not reaching. Maybe because NAGI SEISHIRO knows you’re not there for him anymore.

Yet, a part of him just wished you stayed, and waited— It was selfish, he was selfish.

The night was drawn loose, the sound of cocktails clinking together, the colorful lights that reflected on your skin, the same one that was casting a warm glow over the crowded space. As the night progressed, the music grew louder. Variety of old friends watching and sipping on their drinks, while others mingled and made conversation over the noise.

Nagi Seishiro…was pretty much, Nagi Seishiro. He wasn’t the type to attend reunion parties. Unless, Reo dragged him along. Such a hassle. He’d think to himself, poor guy just wanted his passport renewed. Why else would he come back to Japan?

His perspective changed, not the instant he saw you—but when he saw you. God, in that a dress that complimented your features. He wanted to hide forever, somewhere out of your sight. He knew he was out of your sight anyways. The way you entertained the other guests, you’d smile the same way you did around him. God, you’re frustrating and he’s frustrated… over his own mistakes.

And he didn’t know he was showing his frustration, not until Reo saw the frown tugging on the side of his lips, he knew he had to do something.

Grabbing Nagi by the arm, dragging him across the entire dance floor. Not to see any other girl, not to pick up any other sponsors. He knew Nagi wanted to see you.

And there he was, next to you. While Reo was nagging about God knows who to you. While you stood there, unacknowledging the white-haired egoist beside him. He’s not one for worship. But he’d worship the floor you stand on.

And when another girl catches Reo’s eye he’d make an excuse up to leave, nudging Nagi by his shoulder shoulder before he whispered under his breath.

“don’t mess this up.” And he knew he wouldn’t.

Nagi knew it wasn’t easy, an apology is never easy for him. It’s not like his games where he has dialogues he can choose from, and you’re magically back into his arms. He knew he had to work for it, and he did so.

“Hey.” The white-haired man spoke, before he fell silent— letting it linger in the air despite the crowded room and loud music. The world around the two of you seemed to volume down.”

“...hey.” You replied shortly after. You know you’ve moved on; it can’t be any more awkward than this. Yet, a part of you misses him and wishes he goes away before things get worst.

He wasn’t the type to express things verbally, how he missed you, or how he was practically on the verge of insanity and how your absence leaves a hole in his heart.

And it was an itching feeling, something he wanted to throw away when he was at the UK.

Eventually, he realized the obvious. Nagi Seishiro was in love with you.

“..sorry.” he managed to mumble out, and before you knew it. His eyes were on the ground, he avoided your gaze. He felt vulnerable, his eyes filled with longing. His eyes filled with the thrill of what he’s feeling for you.

Your eyes widened in surprise, did the foreign country actually teach him actual human decency? Where was the egoist you were friends with.

“’ts fine, it was a long time ago.” You left me, I hated you. You brushed it off with your signature smile, ‘y’r so so pretty.’ He’d think to himself, ‘Prettier than the day he left you.’

But he wouldn’t budge with your response, the smile didn’t put him at ease at all. “not okay.” He murmured, pulling you in for an awkwardly initiated hug.

Sorry for not saying anything, for ending on bad terms. Sorry for… The world wasn’t forgiving. You were what he called home, and he hasn’t been home for awhile.

His thoughts were cut shortly, with the muffled sobbing on his shoulder. He didn’t want you to cry, he’s missed you too much to see that right now.

“..was my apology that bad?”

“God, Seishiro you are so stupid.” You replied in a mock hurt tone, although there were tears falling down to your cheek, you couldn’t help but smile.

And it took him a while, a long while but he got his feelings out, ranging from why he didn’t tell you to his unplanned confession.

“I hope we can try again.” He suggested, voice laced with uncertainty. He’d always consider your feelings, It’s different from the egoist on the field. He’d love you right this time, he wanted to see you smile again.

“of course, we can.”  

Maybe Manshine’s genius needed his passport renewed some other time.

aide memoire; this was inspired by my ex sort of haha lowls, it's bad i know pls bare w me my assessments are coming soon. I hope u guys like it!! reqss r very much welcome anyways. i dont bite:3

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[ddagent]

@bluetrekker12: From your prompts I would love Margo dating and jealous Sergei please

The welcome reception was never Margo's favourite part of the IAC conference. After a day of introductory events and lengthy panels, the last thing she wanted to do was spend three hours in a short black dress networking with her colleagues over watered down cocktails and savoury hors d'oeuvres. Thankfully, unlike the early days of her attendance during the mid-70s, Margo had earned a place at the VIP reception with the other heads of major space agencies. This meant that the majority of people here Margo already knew – and already disliked.

The exception to that, tonight, was Jack Poulter, heading up the UK's space program. He was charming, with thick dark hair and a firm grasp of what was going on at NASA. They had been talking for the past twenty minutes and it had been, surprisingly, not unbearable. As another tray of hors d'oeuvres passed by, Jack realised that Margo was missing something. "Why don't I get us some drinks?"

Margo nodded. "I'd like that."

Jack offered her a broad smile before heading over to the bar. It took all of twenty seconds before a cocktail glass, with a wedge of orange resting on the rim, hovered by her elbow. Margo looked down at the glass, and then up at the man offering it. "Hello, Sergei."

"Margo." He beamed at her as she took the offered glass. "It is good to see you."

"And–and you." Often they missed the welcome reception; her flight was delayed, or his. They always caught up with each other the next morning before attending a few panels together and making arrangements to go off site for dinner, as was their tradition. So Margo had never seen Sergei Nikulov in black tie before. He had undone his bowtie already, leaving it loose around his neck. His cufflinks were little rockets, which Margo found charming. And Sergei stared at her in such a way that left her wanting.

Wanting, as always, for what she could not have.

Thankfully, her saviour arrived in the form of Jack Poulter. He had two martini glasses in front of him; Sergei scoffed, almost inaudibly, beside her. Jack stared at his drinks, before looking at the drink already in Margo's hand. "I see someone has already beaten me to it."

"The IAC conference is for discussing scientific ideas," Sergei said, taking a sip of his cocktail. "It is important that we are properly hydrated."

Margo stared at Sergei, his gaze fixed on Jack. She made introductions. "Jack Poulter, Sergei Nikulov. Jack is head of the UK Space Program; Sergei is head of Roscosmos."

They did not shake hands. Considering her and Sergei's entire friendship was based on the act of shaking hands, Margo found his attitude ridiculous. "It is a pleasure to meet you," Jack eventually said. "I won't have to separate you both, will I? Russia and the United States, fighting over the last mini quiche."

"Not at all. Margo and I have the highest respect for each other's work. The IAC is a place of coming together for all nations and space agencies." Sergei took another drink. "Even those who have yet to put a man in space."

Margo had not seen this version of Sergei Nikulov since the early days of Apollo-Soyuz. This was the version of the man she had wanted to murder, who had made her life hell. He'd disappeared over a soft admission, shared secrets, and cocktails at 11:59. Even tipsy Sergei had been jovial and friendly. Margo had no idea what had got into him. But as Jack, who she had fully intended to be her distraction from Sergei for the '88 conference, took the opportunity to talk to the head of ESA, she caught Sergei grin. Satisfied.

Was Sergei Nikulov, the head of Roscosmos, jealous?

[letzternachtzug]

Suzana Lelic by Orestes Laraude: “Heaven Is A Cocktail Dress” photo-session. London, UK. Sept. 2014

[lamaisongaga]

FASHION CREDITS: JAZZ & PIANO SHOW 4.0 PART I

Lady Gaga made a triumphant return to Las Vegas where she'll be staying until July to complete another round of her highly sought-after Jazz & Piano residency shows! And of course, she brought a whole new batch of costumes styled by Sandra Amador and Tom Eerebout along with her.

First, we‘re hopping onto our virtual plane where I‘ll be taking you to Marbella, Spain to once again meet with young fashion designer Adrián Manceras who‘s kind enough to let us take a look in his atelier where he crafted Gaga‘s opening number: a fabulous cocktail dress showered in champagne sequins, finest crystals and delicate fringe trimmings!

I can‘t help but notice how Gaga sticks to the same designer when it comes to the opening number‘s look. From headpiece down to the shoes. Yet, she changes the design every time she comes back to Vegas.

Here, she‘s donning yet another insane showgirl-inspired headdress with turkey feathers and Swarovski crystals by the ever-so talented Arturo Rios who sent me this image JUST for your eyes!

The Italian-American entertainer topped her look off with a new custom pair of Laruicci crystal statement earrings

Her favorite Jimmy Choo metallic silver Anouk stiletto pumps provided the finishing touches.

The choice of purple was as unexpected as the combination of sequins, feathers (provided by Mother Plucker Feather Company), and PVC. Yet, this look struck me the most, standing out in a sea of bold fashion statements!

Delving into La Maison Gaga reveals an intriguing history behind her glamorous wardrobe. LA-based designer Michael Costello has been crafting stunning caftans for Gaga for a decade. His journey with her began in 2014 when he designed a sequined piece similar to this one for her "Cheek to Cheek! Live" performance . This collaboration marked the start of a creative partnership that has since produced numerous iconic looks, each more dazzling than the last.

Michael also collaborated with Gladys Tamez Millinery on the halo-like black feather pillbox headpiece!

New York City-based heritage jewelry brand A.JAFFE created some of the earrings, including these teardrop stunners!

Gaga surprised her audience last night with a special rendition of "Americano". It‘s been 12 years since she performed that song!

For this act of the show, Perry Meek whipped out a stunning dress even Jessica Rabbit wouldn't pass upon.

Crafted from red crystal mesh, this dress features an off-the-shoulder hourglass silhouette, trimmed with red ostrich feathers. And it comes with a matching coat!

Her Harriet wired red feather fascinator is a hand-made piece by Carrie Jenkinson Millinery ($331.79), one of the UK's leading fashion milliners.

This white-gold crescent earring set surrounded by differently cut diamonds is another A.JAFFE design.

And I hope I’m not the only one who‘s drooling over these Jimmy Choo Romy crystal-encrusted red pumps.

Then, Gaga stuns on stage in a total Giorgio Armani look which comprises this plush black velvet strapless bustier column dress with crystal band embellishment ($4,777) and the Fall/Winter 2018 Privé Haute Couture pink ostrich feather coat she previously wore for her V Magazine 2019 cover!

Gaga's MUA Sarah Tanno-Stewart collaborated with Face Lace on all the differently designed crystal eye stickers for the residency!

LG debuted a bunch of new looks on her second night and the uber-talented Michael Costello had another wonder up his sleeve when he revealed this stunner to me yesterday morning - a custom sparkly black and gold sequin silk chiffon caftan with incorporated metal belt, shoulder pads, plunging neck and daring open sides, based on Michael's upcoming "DNA" collection!

He also created her matching custom ruched faux leather gloves and feather boa in collaboration with Mother Plucker Feather Company.

What's a good jazz stage look without a fun plummeted hat to top it off? British milliner Carrie Jenkinson Millinery made sure to exceed stagewear standards with her Spring/Summer 2024 Selina feather hat (£520).

Her go-to performance shoes: the timeless Jimmy Choo Anouk black patent leather pumps ($675).

Malaysian couture design house Rizman Ruzaini joined the game by crafting a show-stopping red chiffon cape dress showered in Swarovski crystals. Thanks so much for these exclusive behind-the-seams photos!

She also brought back her Larisa Barrera vintage 1993 crystal necklace.

Gaga gave us an epic performance of "La Vie En Rose", dressed in rose silk satin caftan-style layered dress with stripped coque feathers, custom-made for her by Ukrainian fashion label Santa Brands.

This look was completed with a bunch of stellar accessories, including the Carrie Jenkinson Millinery Spring/Summer 2024 Valencia exploding feather fascinator (£579)...

...the Swarovski Millenia octagon-cut crystal bib necklace...

... and the Cornelia James Melissa opera-length black velvet gloves (£160).

If the dress from the third night's opening seems familiar to you, it's because she's worn this custom Natali Germanotta x Debra Cooper blue sequin fringed cocktail number back in 2019 before!

This look got a black version of the aforementioned Arturo Rios turkey feather and Swarovski crystal headpiece.

It‘s Michael Costello‘s world and we‘re just living in it! His third custom dress for our girl's third night is this uuuuuultra sexy black satin number with one-shoulder caftan silhouette, trimmed with luxurious ostrich feathers by Mother Plucker Feather Company and featuring beaded appliqués on the shoulder and waist.

It was finished off with this vintage Philip Treacy 1996 black feather firework headpiece which has already been previously worn by Gaga back in London in 2015!

For the fourth show (June 29), LG brought out another Michael Costello x Mother Plucker Feather Company confection — a black-as-the-night satin caftan, showered in small jet crystals and trimmed with feathers.

It was only a matter of time before she brought out a fairytale headpiece by milliner Piers Atkinson.

From his archives, she opted for the Fall/Winter 2021 "Triptych" collection elevated black ostrich feather pompom fascinator with beaded tassels.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Male Reader x Hayley Atwell - 19 years age difference - Reader is an Up & Coming Actor from the UK (just like Hayley) who meets Hayley at a Movie Premiere Event . Reader is struggling to get Movie/Show Roles, Hayley helps Reader out to get more Acting Roles. She gives Reader her Phone Number to call her sometime.

The next day, Reader and Hayley would meet again at a Celebrity Cocktail Party where They Have a Drink and even Share a Dance together. Then a Kiss. With Hayley not even bothered that Reader is Years Younger than Her. The Two of Them Drove in Hayley’s Car from the party back to Hayley’s Mansion. As they enter, Reader and Hayley started making out. Reader unzipping and taking off Hayley’s dress, leaving her in bra and panties. Then Hayley taking Off Reader’s Shirt and Pants, leaving Him in his underwear. First, Reader wants to use the bathroom to shower to freshen up for Hayley. Hayley grabs and puts on her Bathrobe then grabs her Phone to make some calls in Search for upcoming roles for Reader to have. She Also pours out two drinks for Her and Reader. Reader steps outta the Bathroom, from finishing a shower Wearing only a Towel. Hayley hangs up the phone, Gives Reader his drink. Can you Also include {Body worship kink} Hayley Looking at Reader up & down at His wet Chest & Muscles. Hayley adoring and feeling Reader’s body,

Hayley: “Now (puts Her and Reader’s drinks down) where were we?” (untucks reader’s towel.

Reader now fully nude Starts french kissing Hayley. Hayley in Between kisses asks Reader if y/n wants to try to something different from their previous sex encounter. Reader nervous at first but is interested said sure. Hayley enters her closet and comes back with a Strap-On. Then Hayley asks Reader to step outside the Balcony for a second. Reader naked waits outside in the balcony, Hayley comes out and tells Reader to turns and look at her. Reader sees Hayley Untie her Robe showing that she wearing her Strap-On. She then tells Reader to turn around again as She gets close she whispers in reader’s ear to relax and she licks and bites y/n’s ear. As she inserts her strap on in reader’s ass, grabbing reader’s stomach with both hands. Hayley also grabs/squeeze readers chest pecs and muscles while jerking him off. Reader at first was tense but loosen up as he feels turned on about being pegged. He feels Hayley’s “dick” go deeper and deeper inside until he cums on the balcony railing glass. After that, Reader promising he will clean it up. Reader and Hayley kissed with Hayley taking off the strap-on. Reader carries Hayley in his arms as they go back inside and finish in the bedroom. Smut positions like where Hayley rides on Reader’s lap, Reader and Hayley 69 position each other, then missionary position sex, etc. until they cum together.

After that, Hayley gets phone call ring as she gets out bed and answers the phone while returning to bed . While Hayley gets a call, her and Reader lay naked in bed, reader laying on Hayley’s chest. He kisses Hayley’s breast and shoulder. Hayley smiles as she messes with reader’s hair. She even lets reader motorboat her boobs. After the phone call, Hayley gives good news to reader that she finally got new tv show roles, even a movie role in the new Mission Impossible . Though Reader promises to keep their relationship secret as both of them do not want the press all over them.

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[docholligay]

What was your favorite thing you did in the UK/Germany?

That's such a hard thing for me to say on these sorts of trips, because there are so many things that go into "favorite." Apologies that this won’t be very poetically written, I’m sitll musing on my thoughts about it. 

The event I loved the most: Dickens Christmas Feast

We all know I love Charles Dickens, and even more so, we all know I love A Christmas Carol. I have seen so many versions of it, I will continue to watch versions of it, it is the best thing about Christmas, I think. So, on the one hand, very low bar to entry foe me.

On the other hand, I cannot recommend it enough to people. I would see anything this theater company did. They did such a wonderful job of building tone as you walked to where the theater was, you get this sense that you’ve about to hear something no one has ever heard before, even though this is probably one of the best known stories in the Western world. They even had a map of London from the late 1800s. I genuinely told people to just go past us in line (We had Royal Circle tickets--everything else had been sold out--so it didn’t matter if we were first or last) because they had a magnifying glass to look at the city map. It was so interesting to me to see the ways its different, but also the way its the same. What parts of the city cropped up, where were the nice areas, all of that. 

I loved dressing up. I love dressing up anyhow, but it was so much fun to do it for a Victorian themed event, and people reacted so positively to the handful of us who dressed up. There was one gal who stood by us in line, turned to her mom, and said, “I told you people would dress up! We could have dressed up! I love your costumes.” and then when we thanked her and said we loved to take an opportunity, she said, “Did you bring all that from America?” and upon confirmation, she turned to her mom again and said, “They brought it from America!” I loved her, I hope next time she dresses up. 

The food was shockingly good. I don’t put a lot of faith in dinner theater, foodwise, but the duck was well cooked, I love the potted cheese, and the cocktails were flat out incredible. I had smoking bishop, which I liked so much I think I’m going to try and make it at home this winter. Also, in the Royal Circle the service was incredible. Our gal Lily was so very attentive and wonderful, and she let us know that she couldn’t come out during the three acts, but in the meal breaks, she would. I let her know I was going to want to put a cocktail order in about ten minutes before each act began, and she was SO on it, like CLOCKWORK, asking me what I’d like for the next act and having hit the table RIGHT before the lights dimmed again. She was amazing. 

And the play. Again, I love A Christmas Carol and I acknowledge that fully, but I never imagined that one of my favorite reworkings of it would be a one man show that is represented as Charles Dickens acting it all out of you in his deeply involved, hyperactive, scattered way. I ADORED IT. I cannot express to you how well the guy did, and how much, in moments, it really felt to me like the feeling of being a writer--especially in the earlier parts of the play--with him saying a line “wrong” and then going, “No, I don’t like that” taking up the exact same position, and redoing it. It was very much the feeling of me pacing around the office in the old days writing something. At the end of the second act, when they had this huge clap of thunder roll, lights flashing, the actor as Scrooge in this moment crying out in fear over the approach of the third ghost, and then the whole room goes pitch black and silent. It’s SO tense. The lights come up, he smiles and goes, “Pretty good, right?” ANd it just captured, for me, that feeling of knowing you’ver written something that’s going to get to your reader, and it is this MOMENT in the writing, but you’re sitting there grinning like an idiot over your desk, chuckling. 

The only other players in the work, actually, were the musicians, who were live, and walked around playing the violin and little drums and other instruments, it was such an excellent way to really loop in the music aspect and give this so much more of a live feel. 

The whole thing is done as a theater in the round style, and there really isn’t a bad seat in the house. I was in the royal circle, but mostly what we had was more attentive service and much more comfortable seating (They were these sumptuous plush banquettes. So nice. Everyone else was on a regular chair) because the seating was so good for the play itself. And because of how it was done, it had to have sparse staging, but what they did have was wonderful. In the center stage, especially, they had a doorframe that popped up, and when they lowered it, they couldn’t do it without a light slam, so they worked it into the play SO WELL, at one point one of the musicians was holding it for the perfect dramatic moment to hear that slam, and it was such a clever way to work in something that could have been annoying into being absolutely perfect. 

It was so cleverly done, I would go see it again despite the cost of it, absolutely, if I were in London at the time. 

Thing I think everyone should go see in London: Westminster Abbey. 

A lot of the things I recommend are ‘use cases’ because there’s very little int his world that is uniformly bad or uniformly good, there are just good and bad use cases. I think the London Eye would be a fucking horrfying waste of time and money, but if I were bringing beeb, she might love it, as she loves to be up high. When i went with my wife one of my favorite days was when i took the train out to the shitty OW office and walked back to Mile End at the route I think Lena would take, and basically just bopped around the East End.  Many people would find that boring or too much walking. I thought the British Museum was an annoying waste of my life. Many of you are audibly gasping at that statement. Use cases. 

ANYHOW, Westminster Abbey is one of the only things I can think of in London that everyone she go see. I am not a big historic church person, so please trust me when I say its a very beautiful church, but it’s much more than that. I’m not sure if I just wrote this in my diary or said it here, but it feels like the collective hopes of a nation, and what it makes itself to be. What do we hold dear? What do we call ours? This is even more striking with seeing the scientists, and poets’ corner, the RAF chapel. It’s about what the UK thinks of itself as, what it hopes it is, as much as it is anything else, and I think you get a fantastic sense of that HOPE going through there. There’s a reason Oliver Crowmwell was there, and then wasn’t. Its striking for me in a way churches rarely are. I love that aspect of it, my wife loved the straight history aspects of it, the craftsmanship of the building itself and the graves are absolutely worth study, if you’re a royals person, that’s where the coronation is, if you just want to hit the tourist highlights, it is a major one. I cannot recommend it highly enough. 

Thing I didn’t expect to love: The Christmas Garden Path at Blenheim Palace. 

I cannot express to you what a tonally bizarre journey the Blenheim path was. It was as if they asked several different people to come together and make this, but refused to allow them to speak to each other, so you jump from moment to moment and it has absolutely no unity whatsoever. You begin in a very boring “Nice lights set to Pentatonix” Christmas display that in no way prespares you for what is about to happen. At one point, in what I called, “The Annual Tory Salute to the Blitz” it is literally the glowering face of Winston Churchill, illuminated, against a backdrop of flames. If you do not believe me ask @morkaischosen who was there with me. Then we went into the “Christmas Rave” where there was, I am not joking, pulsing lights as you walk in a circle around them to techno music. Is this related to Christmas? Who knows? WHo cares! There are dancing fountains! There’s a love tunnel! One of the areas I just called “A Eurovision entry from Eastern Europe” and I was completely right. It was bonkers. It was jarring. I loved it. 10/10. Also, whoever planned it out had amazing wisdom with the drink stops, I am so serious. I never had to chug nor wait, they were spaced PERFECTLY for finishing one drink and wanting another. 

But one of my actual favorite times, that I will look on with extreme fondness, is something that I think most people would have found boring to hear about: Sitting on the living room floor with @verbforverb while @tallangrycockatiel sat there and knitted, sampling whiskeys. It was not anything you’d find in a travel guide but in many ways was what I came there to do and will be one of my favorite memories (also verb trying to fucking murder me during a monring run)

[seoul-bros]

GQ UK - Cocktail Attire Dress Code

Post Date: 01/12/2023

[humiliatingsluts2]

We started talking on Tumblr. She had a pretty small but very dirty blog, and messaged asking to be degraded. We talked more and it wasn’t long before helping her edge became daily sexting, and I controlled everything from when she came to what she wore. At first she was a bit shy about exposing herself and admitting her real kinks, but eventually I had her panting and fucking herself like a bitch in heat. With every day the lust grew: every escalation and challenge met and exceeded. I knew she lived in the UK, but it turned out she was barely two hours away by train. We discussed our locations and our situations casually and hypothetically, neither of us wanting to admit what we really wanted.

As we got more comfortable I asked more about her personal life. She lived in a small city centre apartment with lots of houseplants no dining table or telly. She was single, on Tinder but mostly just window shopping, and didn’t have the confidence to go out and get hit on at bars. I asked for her Tinder profile and told her how to fix it: her bio that previously talked about hobbies and made a joke about barbecue sauce I changed to just “Looking for my Daddy” and I got her to use a photo of her out with friends that showed far too much cleavage and leg. She complained about all the sexual messages she started getting but I told her that was what she wanted, wasn’t it? She couldn’t help but agree, and the next weekend told me she’d sucked a guys cock from Tinder but he was boring and hadn’t texted her back. I knew she wasn’t getting what she wanted so I got direct: if she wasn’t having luck finding the right sort of fuck on Tinder, I could be in her city the very next weekend.

She didn’t reply for two days after that. I checked regularly and worried I’d scared her off. Then, almost 48 hours later: “If you want we can meet, but just for a drink”. That’s all I needed to hear. We quickly confirmed some details and ground rules, I booked trains and a hotel and it wasn’t long before she was asking me what I wanted her to wear, and whether she could call me sir in public. I picked out a short dress and told her the only rule for her was she didn’t cum unless I said so. Since it was “just a drink” that shouldn’t be a problem, right?

It was finally the day. I got on the train, just wearing dark jeans and a grey tshirt. On the ride down I sent her a few messages to confirm when I would arrive, and when I got out I spotted her across the station before she saw me. Her photos had captured the best of her body but she looked even cuter in person. She’d decided to spice up the dress I’d requested with a scandalous set of stockings and suspenders and dark lipstick, almost black. When she saw me she flinched nervously but pulled herself together and we warmly but awkwardly said our hellos. We wandered to the bar she’d recommended, a dimly lit cocktail spot, and chatted small talk about the train ride down and our plans over the summer. She giggled a lot at my worst jokes and I obligingly flirted back.

Once we got to our booth and more importantly got a couple of short dry cocktails, conversation flowed more naturally. She made sure to insist she never normally meets people from the internet – not even Tinder, except that one time. I mostly just listened and let her nervously overshare, making the right noises and asking the right questions. As we finished our first cocktail I firmly interrupted her, “Another one of the same.” My intonation made it clear that it wasn’t a question. A little startled she replied,

“Yes, Sir.” I let it hang for a second and she realised what she’d done and flushed red. As I stood up to go to the bar I gave her what I wanted to be a reassuring smile but might have been more of a satisfied smirk. When I brought back the next drink she gulped down more than half almost straight away. Then with a surprisingly confident look she handed me a bit of black cloth, her panties. I nearly growled and laid them carefully on the table. She lost her resolve for second and asked me to hide them but I refused and told her any servers that came by would see exactly what they were and who’s they were. She practically matched the plush red velvet seats and nodded.

The rest of the date went as you’d expect. She began more confidently using Sir, and we both gradually moved our hands further up each other’s thighs. After four cocktails she was practically panting with anticipation and I gestured for the bill. When the server came over and spotted the panties I slid my hand all the way up to her pussy and she nearly moaned out loud. The server was totally professional and I took my time adding a tip on the card reader while slowly massaging around her clit, enjoying the mixture of humiliation and desperate horniness emanating from her. As the transaction went through I slipped a finger inside her and asked the server if he’d like to keep her panties. The man seemed shocked but I knew he’d eyed her up a little earlier. He furtively glanced around and then grabbed them and stuffed them into his pocket. I casually thanked him and we both stood up. I offered her my finger and, without thinking, she sucked her pussy off it. We didn’t even need to discuss that we were going back to the hotel.

[alakeeffectgirl]

cruisequarries part THREE (aka, 2023)

PART ONE PART TWO Did I realize how long this would be when I started, no, but I should have - considering we're covering seventeen years of "one long conversation about movies occasionally interrupted by production", as McQ is fond of describing it.

2023 begins somewhat low-key, for them, but they do go out to dinner -

(I left out previous dinners in previous years, because there are a lot.) In February, of course, they all go to the Oscars nominee luncheon. There they are all touching.

Tom did a bunch of other stuff while they were in LA, including the Corden taping, and then DR went to film off the coast of Italy on an aircraft carrier for a few days, so whether or not they'd go to the actual Oscars was up in the air. That morning the news hit that Tom wouldn't be going, but McQ flew back at the last possible minute (Heather was still in LA) to attend the ceremony. The lack of pictures is DEVASTATING to me, the person who loves to see Heather in a fancy dress, but here they are with Maha:

Two days later, the three of them were at Sir Michael Caine's birthday party, and two days after that Tom and Chris were on the ice cap, as DR filming moved to Svalbard.

BIG COATS. And Mario. After Svalbard, they go back to the UK for some more DR work there, and then head to the States for test screenings and editing, etc. The McQuarries do some stuff with their kids, Tom films his thing for the Coronation and goes to see Janet Jackson, and everyone goes back to London for the cast screening of the movie before the premiere circuit starts. Everyone then heads to Rome! Cast and crew cocktail party! Tom, you look so serious here.

Premiere!! Heather's dress has POCKETS!

After Rome, they went back to the UK in Tom's helicopter.

London premiere...

And then they randomly went on a one-day yacht trip around Sardinia? (At this point I was just wailing "Is this real life?" into my hands, basically.)

From there, they went to Abu Dhabi for the next premiere - alas, no official threesome portrait but here's Heather and Chris.

Seoul next... (Heather arrived with them but left them to these shenanigans)

No threesome premiere shot but we did get this, courtesy of the gaffer on DR.

Aaaand they went out for dinner one last time before heading to the airport -

After landing in Australia -

Sunday they do press, and Monday is Tom's birthday and the premiere. AND THIS HAPPENS:

And now we're here and my brain is on fire.

[randofics]

🎶 Lainey Wilson - Things a man oughta know

Gaz x southern reader

The COD boys are meeting you for the first time! Separate stories for each!

Gaz was uncomfortable, to say the least. This extra training with inexperienced privates in the humid carolina air was starting to take its toll, and he just wanted to get this over with so he could fly back home. The rest of the 141 were also here, but they had their own training groups to deal with. He didn't doubt they also wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Thunder rolled, and storm clouds were slowly overtaking the once clear blue sky. He hoped it would rain, so maybe they could cool off. He wouldn't have to hope long as sprinkles light as a fairy hit his uncovered skin.

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Several hours later, all he wanted was a drink to unwind, his back already killing him from the rough land nav session. He'd met up with the others in the lounge room, and they all agreed with his plan to go out and enjoy themselves a bit.

He'd swapped his uniform out for a white wifebeater and jeans along with his usual cap, hoping that more exposed skin would help with the heat.

Price asked some other guys walking past where the closest bar was, and surprisingly, it wasn't that far at all, maybe a five minute drive at most.

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When they stepped inside the neon lit country bar, a couple of people stopped to glance their way but quickly returned to the more interesting conversations and drinks. It was probably a common thing for soldiers to come down from the base for a drink.

He pulled out a seat along with the others, and a waitress sat a stack of menus on the end of the table. The singular laminated papers had two printed sides, one for beers and other strong drinks with food to go along with it. The other side had cocktails and other fruity or mixed drinks with deserts such as cheesecakes or pies.

The team ordered their drinks and three plates of hot wings in different sauces. TV's mounted around the bar were playing different games, and their waitress was kind enough to ask if they wanted to watch anything in particular. She managed to put on a football (soccer) game from the UK, and in no time, the wings and drinks were gone.

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A group of women laughing at one's joke walked inside. They sat at a nearby table and ordered their own drinks.

Price turns his head when he hears their laughter. One woman in nicer dress than the others waves at him with a smile. He smiles back before turning to the team and downing the last of his beer in one go. He gives them a look, getting up and following the woman to the bar.

A few minutes go by, and two more women break off from the group drinks having been finished. One in a cammo cap and another in a pastel yellow dress with lace along the hems single out Gaz and Konig.

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The woman in the cammo cap introduces herself as y/n. There's a bit of dried mud on the bill of her cap, and it looks well worn. "What's a fella like you doin' here in the States?"

"Recruit training, miss." She leans with her hand on the table. "You know I haven't met too many foreigners yet. You're my second brit."

"With the base so close by, I would've thought you'd met more than that." She gives him a small chuckle. "You'd think so. Maybe I just don't time it, right?"

"You're in luck! There's a whole table of foreigners right here." He holds out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Gaz it's a pleasure to meet you, y/n."

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Your conversation draws on for another hour, and you've become engrossed in each other's stories. A couple of beers have been emptied and sit on the old wood table between you.

You had just been laughing at something, he said, twirling a bottle around in front of you. You look up at him with a content smile. "Hey, do you want to go to my place for a bit? Maybe watch a movie or something?"

He's a bit nervous scratching the back of his head. "Sure, I'd love to!" A brighter smile graces your features as you stand.

The taxi drive to your house is filled with hilarious stories and laughs. The tires hit the gravel driveway and come to a stop before your house. Wind chimes on the porch jingle, and your dog in the backyard starts barking.

You pull your keys as he holds the storm door open for you. Cool air hits you when the door swings open and you switch on the light.

He spots the deer head mounted above your couch along with a couple of framed turkey tails and beards. "You're a hunter, after all. I thought you might be."

"Oh yeah, that's my first buck I ever shot. And those are mine and my dad's turkeys from a few years ago." As you put your things away, he glances around the room. A couple of hunting and fishing magazines lay stacked on the coffee table along with a centerpiece bowl of seashells and driftwood.

The shelf nearby has more magazines and old builders manuals along with some miscellaneous titles. Also, a few collectible plates sit on the shelves not packed with books. Movie posters and family pictures cover the empty spots.

You let out a sigh as you plop down on the couch, turning on the TV. "Well, what are ya waiting for? Come sit!"

"Anything in particular you want to watch?"

"Not really no." After a minute of scrolling through movies, you give up.

"There's something we could do to pass the time." You grin at his meaning, setting the remote down and straddling his lap. "I'd like that."

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One hand lands on your thigh, the other cupping your cheek to pull you closer. His lips connect with yours, and you relax against him.

As your hands roam his body, he lets out a quiet moan. His tongue presses against your teeth, asking for entry.

He tastes like beer with a hint of buffalo sauce from his meal earlier. To him, you taste like sweet tea and beer. The lingering sugar in your mouth makes him want more.

You pull away to catch your breath when he takes the opportunity to attack your neck. You hum in contentment as his lips dance across your skin. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, slipping beneath to feel your soft skin. His gentle touch down your spine gives you chills as his other hand spreads over your belly.

A groan escapes his throat when you tug his hair, arms around his neck. He sucks on your pulse, leaving behind a blooming red mark. Your own moans make him grin against you.

Reluctantly, he pulls away to look you in the eyes. "Sorry, I can't go any farther than this love. We only just met after all." You smile, nodding in understanding. "That's fine with me so long as you keep touching me darlin'." He grins, shaking his head. "Alright, then let's keep this going."

End

[brooklynislandgirl]

@razorfst and I plotted a starter!

The black silk cocktail dress and the value of the gold and emerald jewellery that adorn her bird-bones of her fingers and wrists set her apart from the rest of the serving staff putting the finishing touches on the pre-party prep. She stops short though, clip board in hand, and looks up at him. And up some more. And then for added measure, she takes a half step back. The man is huge; clearly well over a foot taller than her delicate five feet. If she had to make a guess? Her whole ninety-four pounds would not be an inconvenience to him in the least. Bright green eyes rise to meet his and she smiles, softening her features from what they were a moment ago, when surprise had her in a stranglehold. She flips through the papers on her clipboard. When she speaks, there's no inherent Irish lilt, nor anything else that could point to some part of the UK or Europe. Her voice is soft as velvet, warm and inviting. "Uhm, hi. I don't suppose your part of the security for the event though, f'you don' mind me saying, you'd be a king amongst men. May I ask your name to check against the guest list? I'm afraid ya might be a little too early." Leave it to Auntie Aishling to give Beth the unenviable task of finalising details and making certain that everything is in perfect place. The elder Riley woman was hosting an international cohort of investors, many of whom were not previously known to the family. She doesn't mean to sound rude but... the man is not exactly what she was expecting and a part of her worries about getting her cellphone out and being able to reach the police if he wasn't exactly invited. For once in her life, she almost wished this was one of the Admiral's political functions, where she could almost count on secret service crawling all over the Hamptons mansion and its grounds.

[tiaramania]

I noticed you put an asterisk on the state visit from the UK to France. Why do you think a tiara on Camilla won’t be likely happening in France and why do you think it’ll happen in Germany? I would rather think that a tiara in Versailles would be better than in Germany?

I’m remaining optimistic and hopefully Camilla will break something out of the vault!

It's just because of the dress code that each country uses for state banquets. The one in Germany will be black tie at Schloss Bellevue and we may even get a second tiara because sometimes the return event in Germany is also black tie and tiaras. Recently Queen Margrethe and Queen Silvia have worn tiaras to the return event but Queen Maxima did not so I'm not sure what Queen Camilla will choose to do.

But in France, the dress code has been business suit and cocktail dresses since 2000 because they hate me. Here's Queen Silvia wearing the brooch from the cameo parure in her hair in an act of defiance at the state banquet in 2014. I mean she said she wore it because the parure was a gift from Emperor Napoleon to Empress Josephine and she wanted to tell a story with her jewelry but I'm sticking to my act of defiance theory.

There has been one big exception to the business suit dress code and it also happened in 2014 at the state banquet from the UK. I guess you just don't say no to Queen Elizabeth II when she wants to wear a tiara and they upped the dress code to black tie.

I have a probably unreasonable hope that they will do the same for the upcoming state visit because the banquet is being held at Versailles instead of Élysée Palace where they usually take place. According to Saad from The Royal Watcher, the last state banquet at Versailles was in 1980 so it seems like they are pulling out all of the stops.