#Flemming

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue November 1, 1970

Anjelica Huston wears a printed purple silk gypsy dress with an extravagant neckline and tightly laced bodice, billowing ruffles on the sleeves and skirt. By Geoffrey Beene. Earrings: Flemming for Judith McCann. Marvella pearls. Hairstyle Ara Gallant.

Anjelica Huston porte une robe gitane de soie pourpre imprimée avec un décolleté extravagant et un corsage étroitement lacé, des volants ondulants sur les manches et la jupe. Par Geoffrey Beene. Boucles d'oreilles: Flemming pour Judith McCann. Perles de Marvella. Coiffure Ara Gallant.

Photo Richard Avedon vogue archive

[fieriframes]

[FLEMMING: We got our star anise red wine reduction, which is served with our Pork Belly Crackling. I'm down. Hit it. As for wine, he drank water. ♪♪]

[haarlemupdates]

Met een heel divers programma is het jubileumseizoen van Caprera van start gegaan. En hoe! Prachtig weer, optredens van de Kik, Flemming, Miss Montreal, Racoon, Henry van Loon, een wijnproeverij en voor de familie was er het Veterstrikconcert. En er staat nog zoveel meer moois op het programma. 75 jaar geleden werd Caprera gesticht door 90 Bloemendalers. Samen met wethouder A. Van Geluk werd op een bosrijke plek tussen de duinen een plek gecreëerd waar buurtbewoners elkaar konden ontmoeten en genieten van cultuur en natuur. Om het jubileumjaar te vieren heeft Caprera theatermakers Hanna Timmers en Gerbrand Bos gevraagd met De Taxi Salon dit gedachtegoed te benadrukken door verhalen van Bloemendalers terug te brengen op het podium van Caprera. Gedurende 2023 zijn er meerdere theatersalons, steeds met een ander thema. Na een succesvolle eerste editie van De Taxi Salon, waarin Hanna en Gerbrand op zoek gingen naar geluk, gaat De Taxi Salon voor de tweede theatersalon de natuur in. Afgelopen weken reden ze door Bloemendaal en omstreken in hun omgebouwde tuktuk, op zoek naar natuur. Wat doet het met de Bloemendaler om te wonen in deze prachtige, groene en rustige omgeving? Betovert het bos nog dagelijks of valt het niet eens meer op als je er middenin woont? En wordt de natuur zelf eigenlijk wel genoeg gehoord? De Taxi Salon zoekt het uit. De reacties na de eerste theatersalon waren lovend. Dit belooft veel goeds voor de tweede Taxi Salon, welke op zondag 4 juni zal plaatsvinden. Reacties naar aanleiding van de eerste editie van De Taxi Salon: ‘Een groot compliment voor jullie frisse aanpak, niet boven maar tussen de mensen, een goede mix van inhoud en vorm. Jullie raken de mensen en brengen ze in beweging. Ga vooral zo door!’ – Ron ‘Erg mooie en ontroerende middag met prachtige verhalen.’ - Jetse ‘Verrassend vermakelijke voorstelling over echte mensen, naastenliefde, geluk en de mooie dingen in het leven.’ – John ‘Ook als je niet uit Bloemendaal komt was alles goed te volgen en vermakelijk! Ik kreeg echt een beeld van Bloemendaal en ik zou er bijna zelf willen wonen om ook de avonturen bij Caprera te beleven!' - Anne ‘Superleuke middag met mooie verhalen! Dank voor deze ervaring voor de jongens, en wij hebben er ook van genoten.’ - Aafke Ga voor kaartjes en meer informatie over De Taxi Salon naar https://caprera.nu/programma/2023-06-04-de-taxi-salon-2/. Voor het gehele programma in Caprera naar https://caprera.nu/programma/.          

[swansstuff]

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[fierifiction]

FLEMMING: We got our star anise red wine reduction, which is served with our Pork Belly Crackling. I'm down. Hit it. As for wine, he drank water. ♪♪ I'm getting high. ♪♪ It's so high, you know. It's so fucking high. It's even higher, too. What is the best way to express your love for a wine, Mr. Pork? Oh, yeah. (she puts her hand on her stomach and pushes down her skirt toward the door. It's not loud enough in here.) ♪♪ And this, ladies and gentlemen, is a real treat, dear Friend.

[thelesbiandeli]

Max Jägerman memorising theatre terms so he can kill Ruth while using as many shitty puns as possible

[thisyearsgirls]

[rodentchild]

Okay I know it's been a while since NPMD came out but here's my Richie Lipschitz hc: he's deaf or hard of hearing

This is both me projecting my own disability onto a character I like and reasonable due to how Jon played him

The over annunciation of his p's t's and r's is because of speech therapy and trying to fit in at a mainstream school

I know him being a superfan of anime is part of his nerdyness but I know lots of deaf/hoh people who love anime because it's guaranteed to have captions and lots of stuff either doesn't have them at all or is the shitty automatic ones

Falling all over himself as Zeke the Fightin' Nighthawk? He can't hear the music beat or anyone telling him what to do and it's so hard to see in mascot costumes he can't tell when someone tells him to get out of the way

I do think Ruth and Pete would 100% learn ASL or PSE for him

For sure if he had them that boy would have decorated his hearing aids with anime stuff

Probably like Ruth's headgear, his deafness would absolutely have him labeled a nerd and outcast by the school bully

Some edits:

Apparently in the audio commentary Ruth kept having to tell him he's being too loud when he's doing the Naruto run on the way to the Waylon house

It's in a reblog but he asks people to repeat things and he makes sure he's looking at them when they repeat it

[in-a-continuous-daydream]

“The summoning” from NPMD is one of THE BEST Starkid’s scene EVER! Jon ATE as Wiggly and the freaking song is so chaotic and well done because it simply fits with the energy of the lords in black so well whilst also being really unsettling. They really outdid themselves with everything, the costumes, the music, the lyrics, the acting, all of it is BEAUTIFUL and it’s one of my favorite parts of NPMD! WHAT AN AMAZING MUSICAL

[b100k]

is this anything

[amorhedera6]

battle of the bands au where the nerdy prudes have been in a band since they all became friends in middle school and it’s senior and they finally got enough courage to actually sign up. but their bassist is travis coulson, their friend who transferred to sycamore, and therefore is “not allowed” to perform in battle of the bands. they put up signs for an auditions but no one tries out for the spot bc they’re such losers. then in a lemonade mouth moment steph and richie get detention together (steph for being on her phone, richie for telling the teacher she’s an idiot) and richie finds out steph plays bass. he begs her to join so they can still compete and she honestly does it bc he’s making them sound so pathetic and she feels bad for him. then she joins and falls in love w pete during the practices and they win!

[ceechalla]

[24-guy]

for Michie, maybe them as ghosts? I feel it would have been fun if Ruth and Richie ended up as ghosts too

I feel like they’d get so annoying (/pos) once they realised that Max couldn’t kill them twice.

[writinground2]

Not a Threat - Jessie Flemming

Based off this request - Jessie gets tackled badly leaving her unconscious and reader is really angry and protective.

“Not worth the card Y/N,” Jessie pushed both hands into Y/N’s chest, pushing her away from the ref. 

“There needs to be a fucking card, and he knows it!” Y/N let herself be pushed away, but still motioned to the ref over Jesse’s shoulder to the ref. 

The game was only twenty minutes in, but there were several hard tackles directed at the Chelsea offence. The ref had only given the Arsenal players warnings, being far more generous than he should be. 

“The cards will come, just play your game,” Jesse pushed Y/N back into position. 

Y/N huffed but gave a stiff nod and made her way to line up for the free kick. 

The rest of the half continued the same fashion. Chelsea players spending more and more time on the ground, some slower to get up. Jessie having taken the brunt of the Arsenal defence. They tried sending Flemming on quick runs in, hoping keeping her in motion would prevent the defence from sticking to her. After a few full speed tackles, sending her skidding across the pitch, they dropped her to midfield. Midfield wasn’t any better, if gave Arsenal a chance to mark her tighter, bodying her around. 

As the players made their way back out of the tunnel to start the second half, Y/N stepped into McCabes space, stopping her just out of the sight of the field. 

“You even think of touching Flemming again, I will put you down like a fucking dog, you hear me?”

McCabe didn’t say anything, just tilted her head up, working to keep her glare in place. Y/N stepped closer, chests touching and forcing McCabe to step back to avoid her toes being stepped on. 

“I said, do you hear me?”

“Don’t threaten my players,” Leah came around the corner, McCabes glare slipping the longer Y/N towered over her. 

“I’m not threatening anyone,” she kept her eyes firmly on Katie’s, “just telling your girl here what will happen if she doesn’t clean it up.” 

Y/N gave her a smirk when she saw the crack in McCabes tough exterior, turning and running to join her team on the field without another word.

It seemed Y/N’s words had their desired effect, McCabe actively avoiding Flemming, giving her more chances to run into the box. Quickly putting Chelsea ahead. 

Y/N could see the frustration mounting on the Irish player. She could see that Katie wanted to run and mark Jessie quicker, but there was a hesitation before taking off to cover her. 

Chelsea uses this to their advantage, pushing their line high, forcing Arsenal on their heels and to drop their line back. Jessie was able to slip in behind their line as Y/N chipped the ball over the defenders. 

Jessie can tap it forward enough with her chest before side stepping the keeper, pulling her out of position, she’s able to casually strike the ball. Just as the ball leaves her boot, studs connect harshly with her planted leg, sending her tumbling forward. Her momentum sends her into the keeper her had been rushing to get back into position, sending both tumbling in a pile. 

Celebration for the goal abruptly ends when Flemming doesn’t get up when the keeper gingerly climbs off her. Y/N immediately at her side, helping her roll over.

The medics are already running onto the field as Jessie is looking around bleary. Y/N explained that she had been unconscious for a second before coming to again. The medics motioned her out of the way to fully assess the midfielder.

Y/N immediately turns and sets her sights on the Irish woman that’s arguing with the ref. She can see Arsenal players pulling her away, trying to direct her to leave the field. Y/N ignores it all and narrows her eyes. 

A strong arm curls around her waist, lifting her off her feet and pulling her away before she can move towards the group. She tries to fight the grip unsuccessfully, thrashing wildly.

“She’s already got the red, don’t do anything stupid,” Millie shouts at her, struggling to keep her in place. 

“Fuck that!” Y/N doubles her effort as Katie makes her way past to leave the field, “I told you what would happen McCabe!” 

Sam appeared in her face, helping Millie contain Y/N, “Jess is up, go check on her.”

That deflated Y/N’s anger instantly, she stopped resisting both players and turned back to see Jessie getting to her feet. Wobbling in place for a second while both medics kept her balanced. Y/N walked backwards with them, eyes scanning up and down Jessies body, looking for injuries. 

“I’m alright,” Jessie whispers, she keeps her eyes down, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. 

Y/N just looked to one of the medics for a better answer about what was wrong. 

“Probably concussion, we’ll do a full check in the back.”

Y/N nodded, she paused at the sideline, watching helplessly as Jessie slowly continued down the tunnel. 

With only minutes left in the game and Arsenal down a player and a few goals, the reds dropped to focus on defence, wanting the game to end without any more goals. 

Y/N takes off down the tunnel as soon as the whistle is blown, ignoring the calls of fans or other players, only focusing on finding her girlfriend. 

The lights are off when she gets to the medical room. She softly closes the door behind her, toeing her cleats off, wanting to avoid any additional sound she possibly can. Jessie is still fully in her kit, arm thrown over her face. 

“I’m alright,” Jessie mumbles, pulling her arm, looking over to Y/N. 

“Liar,” Y/N grins at her, “how’s the noggin?” she places a gentle kiss to her forehead. 

“Muffled,” Jesse shuffles to the edge of the bed to press her forehead into Y/N’s stomach, “little headache, but the ringing is really bad, stuffs really bright and loud.” 

Y/N nodded, gentling massaging the back of Jessie’s neck. They stood wrapped in each other for a moment, “let’s get you changed and ready to go before anyone else gets in.” 

Jesse nods but makes not move to pull away. Y/N chuckles, nudging her away slightly, “I’ll be right back,” she drops a quick kiss to her forehead before rushing out of the room. 

She pushed through the doors leading to the change room, ripping her jersey off as she walked. Throwing her dirty kit into the laundry, she pulled on her own clothes, shoving her everything in her bag before grabbing all Jessies clothing too. She forced herself to slow down and not slam the door open on her return to the medical room. 

Jessie is sitting up when she comes back in, elbows resting on her knees. Y/N gently drops the bags to the floor next to the bed. 

“Ready?” Y/N tugs the bottom of Jessies jersey, signalling she’ll start there to change her. 

Jessie straightens up a bit, helping pull her jersey and then undershirt off while Y/N pulls out a clean shirt and hoodie. 

Y/N pulls the wheelie stool over and grabs Jessies booted feet to rest in her lap to unlace both before gently pulling them and her socks off. Jessie hisses as the sock coms past the bruise from McCabes studs. Y/N muttered an apology, dropping a delicate kiss to the centre of the bruise. 

“I’m going to kill her.”

“You’re much too picky an eater for jail,” Jessie teases. 

Y/N pushes the stool out of the way as she stands, guiding Jessies hands to her shoulder to help balance her while she stands. Keeping her in place, she pushes her shorts past her hips to pool on the floor. Jessie sits back down while Y/N bunches her pants around her ankles, so they just need to pull them up when she stands up. 

Sitting back down, Jessie watches Y/N rummage around her bag, pulling out a pair of sunglasses for the walk to the bus. 

Millie is quick to take both their bags from Y/N as they walk through the change room, telling her to focus on getting the midfielder to the bus. Both offer a thanks and make slow work of the walk to the bus. 

They both ignore their names being called in the hallway and outside. Some fans quickly quiet down seeing the discomfort Flemming is clearly in, some shouting louder their displeasure of being ignored. 

Flemming lets out a sigh of relief as soon as she settled into her seat. She struggles to keep the sunglasses in place while settling on her side with her head in Y/N’s lap, but eventually finds a place. 

Everyone is quiet as they make their way on the bus, gently patting Jessie’s shoulder as they walk past. Y/N works her fingers into Jesses neck and shoulders, her other hand rubbing up and down her side.   

[thelesbiandeli]

Something something something the Nerds all using the "I'm not a Loser" leitmotif in the times theyre standing up for themselves vs the backing singers being the ones to sing it, not Grace, in Dirty Dudes must Die, showing how she's the predator, not the prey