#I MISS MY ELIN GIRLS

[echosdevil]

RYN & MADDIE

1.03 | Interview with a Mermaid

[thedeadthree]

OCS AS ART

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MUSIC

you are a breath of fresh air. you are soft and free. you disappear as quickly as you appear, and everyone wishes you had stayed around longer than you did. your voice is what makes people fall in love. everything you say is in harmonies and codes, and only the most experienced listeners can fully understand you. your presence is always enjoyed but you aren’t always given the praise you deserve; people will let you stay in the background. all you want is for someone to really listen to you.

PAINTINGS

everything you do is a work of art. you are beautiful without even trying, simply lounging around looks like you’re posing and waiting for someone to sketch you. you come off as light and easy but you are often misunderstood. people don’t tend to see you for who you really are, and focus too much on how effortlessly you appear to navigate the world. there's some kind of darkness behind your eyes that only some can see under all the layers of paint.

FILMS

you are wild and there’s no way for your essence to be captured in a frozen format. you are a character and the only way to describe you is to capture you in motion. you are electric. people are naturally drawn to you because you exude confidence. everything you do, you seem to know what your next step is. you are the muse to many, even if you don't know it, but deep down you do. people tend to fall in love with the idea of which i'm sure can be exhausting.

NOVELS

you fall in love easily and hard, and you are the image that pops into someone’s brain when they think of a love interest. you are a romantic and find yourself falling in love a hundred times a day because your imagination is wild and certainly knows how to get the best of you. you are soft and delicate and need to be handled with care, because a heartbreak would break you into a million pieces. you don’t want much else except to be loved and to love. you want to live out your wildest dreams, and the person that loves you can't help but let their imagination run wild with you.

POETRY

you choose your words carefully and your words will be heard. you’re smart as hell. you know it and so does everyone else and you carry yourself with a sort of confidence. you’re a bit of an artist yourself, even if unintentional. you can find beauty in mundanity but you also know when to be a realist. people fall in love with you because you are a confident mystery and they're dying to find out more. you fear that this attraction that people have to you is based purely in curiosity and nothing else.

[amethystamanda]

1895, Part 1

The Samuels were blessed with Olivia as a calm infant and Eleanor as a sunny infant. They turned out to be not quite identical, with Eleanor having some moles that her twin did not. They have their papa's black hair and their mama's green eyes.

They were not prepared for twins, and the feeling lingered for Laurence.

Uncle Maurice, still a bachelor, brought over some toys for the children: dolls for the girls, a dragon for Andrew, and a dollhouse for them all to enjoy.

Is Miss Behr's reputation attracting dishonorable men, or is she chasing them?

Laurence went to visit her and her new son Luther, and...realized that he really should have listened to his wife...

He loves his wife. He loves his children. Telling Lydia would devastate her.

So he went home, and said that Miss Behr didn't need his support anymore, played with the children and the cat before bed, and that was the end of it.

Olivia and Eleanor's cc under the cut, and updated for Lydia, since it's been 5 years and she deserves some new clothes, and the toys.

This is not the normal time to end things. It's only Monday night, and I usually (for this save, so far) do Sunday-Saturday, one week, one season, previously one year. But it feels like the right place to stop.

Toys:

Playable Dollhouse Toys https://modthesims.info/download.php?t=554787

Aliki childroomdoll (deco, not functional) by @thealiceanstuff https://www.tumblr.com/thealiceanstuff/646554459999174656/mesh-by-cranberrymk-recolours-by-me-it-was-created

Fresh Victorian Dollhouse by @sonarisims https://sonarisims.tumblr.com/post/738375424248365056/thank-you-for-your-support-i-have-just-one-more

not placed yet, but also Midnight Hollows Toys (again, deco) by @anidup1-blog https://anidup1-blog.tumblr.com/post/140812562590/midnight-hollows-toys

Olivia wears a flouncier gown and a whiter bonnet than Eleanor most of the time. They dress the same for sleepwear, and have the same gown for cold weather.

sifix Elin Dress by @simverses https://simverses.tumblr.com/post/721288548562665472/sifix-elin-nightgown

Vintage Shoes by @historysims4 https://www.tumblr.com/historysims4/713420546595061760/hi-another-conversion-for-infants-is-here-this

Head wrap in Academia by @mccncasters https://mccncasters.tumblr.com/post/712270381015351296/infant-clothes-in-academia-and-a-moot-point-not

1830s Infant Outfit by @peebsplays https://www.patreon.com/posts/1830s-infant-92232260

Infant bonnet https://sims4nexus.tumblr.com/post/712801721620070400/infant-bonnet-go-to-download-page-this-was-a

Esther Dress V2 by @historicalfictionsims https://historicalfictionsims.tumblr.com/post/713805022473945088/esther-dress-conversion-v2-bgc

Victorian Robes for Infants by @vintagesimstress https://vintagesimstress.tumblr.com/post/713322401241399296/victorian-robes-for-infants-long-and-short

Everyday

Formal/Athletic

Sleep

Party/Swim

Hot

Cold

I'm not a fan of huge sleeves, but I'm glad bustles were 1870s-1880s.

Marjorie Hair by @buzzardly28 https://buzzardly28.tumblr.com/post/704554762855743488/weekend-number-4-of-december-1910s-set-part-1

1890s Early https://buzzardly28.tumblr.com/post/732722263683710976/1890s-hair-set-this-was-my-gift-for-week-1-of

The FINE FEATHERED Hat by @gilded-ghosts https://www.patreon.com/posts/mini-millinery-39795858

1889 Morning/Dressing Gown by @vintagesimstress https://vintagesimstress.tumblr.com/post/190880855027/1889-morningdressing-gown-for-women-sifix-saga

Lace Gloves https://www.mystufforigin.com/edwardian-fashion-01-conversion-gloves-hat/

Shirtwaist I and Skirt I and Jacket I https://gilded-ghosts.tumblr.com/post/689631149939736576/victorian-visions-i-a-mini-collection

Old West Teachers Dress by elfdor https://www.patreon.com/posts/old-west-dress-19868455

Picnic skirt 2 and tops 3 & 2 https://linzlu.tumblr.com/post/183990078506/commission-01-picnic-at-hanging-rock-i-want-to

the romantique riding dress by gilded-ghosts https://pandorasimbox.tumblr.com/post/185274110453/retro-pixels-the-romantique-riding-dress-a and the schoolmistress dress https://maxismatchccworld.tumblr.com/post/177061501145/retro-pixels-the-schoolmistress-dress-a-proper available here https://simfileshare.net/folder/133411/

notsooldmadcatlady’s Victorian nightwear (Part I) in JewlRyBox by @kissalopa (yes, I used the colourful recolours in white) https://www.patreon.com/posts/notsooldmadcatla-106920275

Perfectly Plain skirt and Ever Elegant Blouse https://pixelnrd.tumblr.com/post/627474128995336192/gilded-ghosts-the-new-woman-a-late-1890s-mix

Alice Mutton Sleeve Dress https://linzlu.tumblr.com/post/664710584730812416/alice-mutton-sleeve-dress-for-the-first-1890s

Fur Hat by @lilis-palace https://lilis-palace.tumblr.com/post/672287848483913728/seasons-of-ladies-hats

Rather Ravishing Skirt with apron by @gilded-ghosts https://www.patreon.com/posts/new-woman-late-40862046

and probably more that I'm forgetting that are listed here https://amethystamanda.tumblr.com/post/750183396505976832/1890-samuels-and-fitzpatricks

If I still forgot something, and you want to know, send me an ask.

[mercurygray]

30. — countdown

Decided yesterday I really wanted to do some House of the Dragon - and I still need to get caught up on your fic! Here's Elin Florent.

It would be quite a treat, sitting in the royal box.

That was what Elin's mother had said, practically flying with pleasure after they'd gotten the summons. The new Queen would need ladies in waiting, and Otto Hightower was adamant she would have girls from the Reach with good names around her. Hightower cousins, of course, no surprises there, but Oldflowers and Redwynes and Tyrells - and a Florent, too, since the gods were good. I am certain she will be a good influence on the Queen, the Hand had written, being of more mature years and graces.

Just how could he manage to make a compliment sound like a threat?

Well, she was here now, for better or for worse - and at the Queen's right hand, too. Cecyly Hightower might have been named their chief, but Elin had the honor of the chair next to the queen; Alicent would not have it otherwise and had dragged Elin there herself, wedding pearls still sparkling in her hair.

It was a wonderful vantage point - no one could deny that. Yet even from here Elin could still hear her cousin Lysa's voice, speaking all of those years ago at the tournament at Goldengrove. Best be careful, my girl - when you sit where they can see, everyone watches you.

Yes, indeed they do, Elin thought to herself. Even the people you think are your friends. This was Alicent's seat, once, when she sat here with Rhaenyra. People will mark that.

But the Princess was on her father's other side today, and would not meet her friend's eye. People would mark that, too. They were waiting now for the games to start - the King had already made his remarks and the heralds were working out some small shuffle of the matches. "Shame of the prince to miss his own brother's wedding," someone was saying behind them as the heralds re-arranged the wooden markers with the house colors. "If Daemon were here we'd have some real sport."

"We're better off without turncloaks and traitors," someone else replied. "We'll have a good show without him - Corbray and Errol are here, and Whent, and Criston Cole will ride for the King."

There was a brief noise at the front of the box - Sir Gwayne Hightower with his castle-headed helm, standing at the front of the box on his destrier and in very merry spirits indeed. He might stand to win today, if Daemon isn't in the lists, Elin thought to herself. "I've come for the honor of your favor, sister! Let me win this tournament for our new queen."

But Viserys, it seemed, had other plans. "You'll forgive me for not wanting to share my wife today, Sir Gwayne," he interjected, one hand resting on his new wife's while he tapped the circle of red and black ribbons already pinned to his surcoat. "I've already claimed the honor of wearing her colors - I do not want to see them come to harm."

"Here, brother," Alicent offered, gesturing with her free hand. "Take Lady Elin's. She is as good as my right hand here - and she was a queen once, too."

Oh, Alicent, why must you say such things? Your father will want to wring my neck. Even from here she could feel Otto Hightower's eyes on the back of her head. "Not half so high as you, your grace," Elin said adroitly, rising from her chair with the circlet of blue and spotted white in her hand - flowers and ermine, the Florent banner. "A queen only for play. You wore them well at Highgarden, Sir Gwayne, I pray you do so again - for your sister and for me." She slipped the favor down his lance, its pointed tip glinting in the sunlight, beautiful and dangerous.

Just like wearing a crown, then.

If Gwayne was disappointed, he hid it well, and smiled up to the balcony with practiced ease. "With two such pretty ladies cheering me, I cannot help but win."

He spurred his horse away and the crowd cheered. None of them had heard the conversation, only seen the action, a maiden's favor for a lance. Sir Gwayne was a good rider, and had won wearing those colors before; Elin Florent was pretty, and a favorite of the queen. That was all the story they needed. Idle minds would fill in the rest as they liked. By the end of the day, she was sure, there would be another poem on the streets about how Gwayne was in love with her. That was the way it always went.

Alicent was in raptures when Elin sat back down, capturing her hand with excitement. (Her nails were ragged again, poor thing. They'd have to salve them later.) "That would be a fine match for you, Elin - I will speak to my father. We would be sisters, then."

Elin held her smile. Me, wed to Gwayne? The gods would laugh. House Florent hasn't got enough to offer to make it worth Otto's while, not after his daughter just became Queen.

"I mean to see all my ladies well-settled," Alicent said aloud, as if reminding herself of her responsibilities in the world, getting a series of smiles from Viserys and the older ladies around them.

She's still such a child, Elin realized. Is that all that being queen is to her? To look pretty and say pretty things? It's a heavy crown - she'll have to learn it'll take more than that to wear it. I doubt her father taught her that. The Hand of the King was still standing behind them, watching his daughter, watching his son. And that's just the problem, isn't it, she thought grimly. I doubt her father taught her anything. He bid her marry, and she did; he'll bid her bear a child and she will, not really knowing why. He means to use her like a puppet. She'll grasp for things she thinks have meaning because she has no mother, either, who might show her what soft power looks like, how to coax and wheedle for what you want. And she'll have to learn it all alone.

The heralds were drumming down to the start of the first pass, and Elin glanced for a moment at Alicent, her smile fixed, one hand resting underneath her husband's again, the perfect picture of married grace. The other was in her lap, her thumb skating restlessly over the edge of her nails, clawing at the skin for a moment until she remembered she should not, counting down the lances until she might look away.

Counting down to what? What is there for her after this? A lifetime spent in Viserys' bed? No one can look away from that.

No, I don't envy Alicent at all, Elin thought to herself, letting the roar of the crowd fill her ears, smiling along with the rest as the drummer stopped and the horses surged forward. The only thing I have is pity.

[mixedstyles]

As Long as You Are: Blurb #2

Harry being oblivious to his feelings for ALaYA!reader

Warnings: mention of food, overworking, burnout

Author's Note: Harry is always in italics, y/n is in bold, others are in normal format. Apologies if this is all over the place, I just wanted to get something out there

Dividers Made By: @firefly-graphics

ALaYA Series | Main Masterlist | send me things!

“I’m so exhausted and overworked I might cry. I’m going to take a nap on the couch. Goodnight for now.” “y/n.” “…” “y/n.” “What? I just said I’m taking a nap.” “Let’s get you some food and then head home instead. It’s incredibly late and you’ve only gotten 6 hours of sleep within the past two days. Please, let’s head home.” “Hmph. My feet won’t carry me.” “Okay, okay, okay. How about this, you tell me what you want to eat and then I’ll go and grab food while you take a nap. We’ll eat and then take you home for some actual rest that’s not in the studio.” “Mmmm… kay. You can just go to Tony’s and get what we got last time.” “Okay… sounds good” *he’ll probably reach over to where she’s laying with her eyes still closed, and move her hair out of her face before he heads out of the room… I’m giggling* “I’ll be right back.”

“I really wish y/n was here to see this. She said that when she finally got out of grad school she wanted to come here to travel.” “And they were ~best friends~” “Shut up, that’s really all we are.” “You just keep telling yourself that”

“Is it weird I miss y/n?” “You literally saw her yesterday.” “I didn’t get to see her for long though.” “My goodness you are whipped for that girl.” “Hey! Who wouldn’t though? Let’s be honest, she’s pretty damn great.”

“Hey Jeff?” “Yeah?” “How long is our layover in NYC?” “Hmmm I think around 6 hours but I can check again just to make sure, why?” “Just curious.” “Mhmm does this curiosity perhaps revolve around a certain someone?” “Well… I was thinking of visiting y/n in the studio. The last time we talked she said she’d be there for a while.” “We can probably make it work, lover boy.” “Hey, I don’t like her in that way.” “For how often you’re called ‘experienced’ and a ‘player’ you’re really clueless about how obvious your feelings are towards her.”

"Guys! Look at this sample of a song y/n posted on tiktok!" "Did you really make a private tiktok account just to follow her??" “We already saw that one by the way. She sent it to us" "Why didn't she send it to me?" *he gets all sad and pouty like a little kid*

"Y/n, I'm so glad you're here!" Elin comes running. "Hi! How are you? It's so good to see you again!" "I'm great now that you've arrived. Harry has been talking about you constantly." "Oh no. I'm so sorry. You guys must be so tired of me by now." "What? No! Honestly we love hearing all about you, he's just a simp and a sap when it comes to you.?" "Oh boy….. I don't even know why he's like that about me." "It's because you're literally just you. You've become a very special part of Harry's life.”

“Ooo I think y/n might like this song! What’s the name of it?”

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[callipraxia]

Just remembered one of my more developed original fantasy ideas. Since I’m not terribly likely to ever write it, figure I might as well talk about it, get it out of my system.

Once upon a time, in the distant times of the early 1960s, there were three siblings: a girl, Elinor, and her two younger siblings, a boy and another girl. They lived quietly somewhere in rural (never really settled, somewhere mountainous on the East Coast and probably the South, since that’s the land I know in real life) and were expected to live and die in their little town just like all the generations before them. Or at least, that was the expectation before one day, they all three seemingly vanished into a clear blue sky.

Investigations, such as could be done at the time, were made. Dozens of people fell under suspicion. The town nearly tore itself apart in a paranoid frenzy. But nobody ever found the kids or even any bones that could remotely have ever belonged to them, so finally, things started to move on. The parents of these three missing children even had a new child. That child was still in diapers when, as abruptly as she had disappeared, Elinor was found wandering in the mountains, still wearing the dress she’d gone missing in, which was somehow still in perfect condition. It also still fit perfectly, because somehow, even though a few years had passed, Elinor didn’t appear to have aged a day.

Obviously, there was instantly a new frenzy as people tried to figure out where she had been and what happened to her brother and sister. However, Elinor remained mute for months, and when she finally did start talking again and stopped trying to sneak out of her house to get back to the mountains, she claimed she had no memory of anything that had happened. She didn’t know how or why she had disappeared, she didn’t know where her brother and sister were, and she didn’t even know if they were still alive. Her mind, she insisted, was blank as a smooth rock on everything concerned with that subject.

Obviously, in a small town, this just made the rumors worse. A lot of people thought she must have murdered her brother and sister; the more superstitious in the community remembered how she had still looked the same even though that shouldn’t have been possible, and there were mutters about a deal with the devil, even as we progressed into more modern times. There was no chance the town was ever going to really accept her back as a full member. Fortunately, though, this suited Elinor just fine. She’d been known as a bright and highly compliant girl before, but now she was apparently consumed with a most unfeminine ambition; as soon as she finished high school in 1975, she was off to college, and not to study to be a teacher or secretary or something respectable for a girl like that. The crazy girl was determined to become rich, and not just by marriage.

Flash forward to the present day. Elinor succeeded in her quest to become rich, and is now an old lady and a noted philanthropist. Only the family even vaguely remembers the old tale about her going missing as a girl and reappearing without her siblings - at least, without the two siblings she had before she disappeared. Remember that baby her parents had under the assumption their older children were all dead? That kid grew up and had a pretty standard That Town life, marrying relatively young, having kids, and then having grandkids - two boys and a girl. Grandkids who, for no apparent reason, Great-Aunt Elin invites to her mansion for the summer vacation.

Obviously they go, great opportunity to suck up to their rich auntie and all, but they learn more and more about the old mystery of what happened to her and their other aunt and uncle all those decades ago. Including how this mansion is built practically on top of the spot where Elinor was found wandering around mute all those years earlier. The youngest, who is the family cynic, feels like he and his brother and sister are being manipulated somehow, but his brother is a daydreamer perfectly happy to believe life works like a storybook and their sister is too practical to believe in silly things like ghost stories and conspiracies. So on they go until one day, they fall through a hole in reality somehow and find themselves not in the cave they were daring each other to explore a minute earlier, but instead surrounded by guys on horses, who immediately all fall to their knees and start thanking the gods for sending them.

They are all pop culture savvy and cynical enough to worry for a moment that they are about to become human sacrifices, but that, the leader of the men explains, isn’t the case at all. He is named Harald, and his father is the current ruler of the land. Harry here, however, will not succeed his elderly father on the throne, because that’s just not how it is done here. Instead, every generation, the gods send a triumvirate of new rulers from another world just before the last of the old regime dies. Usually, these are sibling sets, and usually there is a pattern - just as these kids are a sister and two brothers, Harry’s father, when he was teleported here as a boy, was a brother with two sisters. However, Harry’s aunt Sylvia is dead, and his other aunt apparently died unusually young, and the whole kingdom had been getting…nervous…as time went on with no successors appearing at the ancient site where successors always appear. Harry’s father had made the unorthodox choice, in the absence of his second sister, to treat his wife (even having a formal one made him somewhat unusual) as the second queen in all but name, and the people were getting worried that if the old man died, Harry’s mother might try to establish a traditional, father-to-son succession, which the people think would bring down the wrath of their gods.

Our modern protagonists think this all sounds insane and absurd (even the daydreamer, a little, even though he’s the most willing to be convinced), but they figure they have no better options right now than playing along, since these guys all have weapons and the three of them have a distinct lack of weapons. So they are taken to meet the current king, who is a seemingly very normal old man who tells them that he’s sorry for them because this job sucks, but he’s kind of relieved that their arrival means he can die in a few years, once they have the basics of ruler ship down, and be done with it all. Maybe even see his own family from his old world in the afterlife. He misses his parents still, not to mention his two sisters, so dying has its advantages from his point of view.

Cue a disturbance as someone else shows up - specifically, the kids’ Great-Aunt Elin. Who greets the king by name, then demands to know where he’s hiding her sister. This is because the king is, well…her little brother. The one who disappeared along with her, but who didn’t come back. He’s these kids’ long-lost great-uncle, and while the other sister-queen did really die recently here in this alternate reality, the other sister didn’t. She was Elinor all along, somehow yeeted back into her home dimension years earlier and now back, trying to rescue her niece and nephews.

And that’s as far as I got with it.

[hotforharrysheart]

PJ Party

You were so giddy to message the girls! This was going to be a night for the books! Just wait!

It started with the following message to the girls group chat you had that included, Sarah, Ny, Elin, Gemma, Anne, Bella and Milena

You: Hiiiii! I had an idea…since we’re all about to be in Italy together, I was thinking about hosting a Pajama Party at the villa on the night we all land. Just us girls! Harry said he would rent the villa next door for the boys so we could have the place to ourselves. Before I give ya more deets, who’s in?

Gemma: As long as Harry isn't there, I'm in!

Bella: OMG!!! Italy and this?!?! Yes yes yes!

Sarah: A night with no boys...god, I'm so there 😬

Anne: I’m there with all my girls! I love you all so much! ❤️

Ny: Who's bringing booze?

You: So everyone's in! That's awesome!! Deets, anyone?

You: You won't believe what I (and even H) have planned for us. Harry's called in for us all to have a pair of silk pajamas in the color of our choice and he says he says he'll have some other surprises for us!

Anne: Cannot wait to see you all! ❤️

You: So excited you can come Anne....I've missed you so much!

You: Anyone interested in a little Lingerie show? I have a friend who has an on-line store of lingerie and she does virtual parties and plays games... she's so fun!

Sarah: Ooo-la-la...I'm down!

Ny: Rad!

Elin: Never have too much sexy stuff.

Gemma: Mum, don't respond to this....

Anne: Ohhhh…sounds lovely (giggling)

You: We'll talk more about the timing later! Can't wait!

You: Love you all! ❤️

*****Italy Harry’s villa****

Everyone has arrived and it’s a little like herding cats, you think as you try and get everyone ushered into the spacious living room. Once everyone is in the room and situated, you start doling out sleeping arrangements. Fortunately, Harry’s villa is large enough for everyone to have their own room.

“Your pj’s are on the bed ready for you to slip into, you say gesturing to your own red pj’s with pink polka dots.”

Gemma walks up and throws an arm around you. “Please tell me you picked out mine and not Harry!” she says rolling her eyes.

“Don’t worry, your’s are your favorite color, blue with white polka dots,” you say with a giggle and a kiss to her cheek.

Sarah comes in with her swag bag, “What’s in here?”

You smile slyly. “You’ll have to open them and see!”

Sarah giggles and opens the bag. “You didn’t! Look at all if this!”

You smile, happy to shower your friends with gifts. Harry and you colluded to provide swag bags to all of your guests filled with a pleasing bag, the new pleasing products, a gorgeous pleasing beach towel, a sleep mask and Gemma’s signature sunnies.

Ny looks over your shoulder and starts laughing hysterically at something behind you. You turn to see Milena bent over with her bum facing you in nothing but a pair of thong panties. You whip back around with a gasp, hand to your mouth giggling. Gemma is bent over laughing hysterically.

“What!?” Milena says standing up with a shrug, “Thought this was a Pajama Party, I’m getting in my new Gucci pajamas”

You look over to Anne, who has sucked her lips into her mouth a gesture you’ve seen from Harry often. Then she just throws her head back and with a burst of a very proper English laugh.

You grab Anne’s arm and hold onto her as you both laugh and laugh. You wipe your eyes and hug her tightly. “It might get crazy tonight. Hope you’re prepared,” you say, laughing again.

You all head back into the living room and you see Bella sitting on her bed. “Hold on. I’ll be right there,” you tell the girls.

“Hey. You ok?” You ask sitting down next to her.

She smiles but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I guess I’m feeling overwhelmed. This is a lot to take in. Your whole lifestyle - Gemma’s too - it’s a lot.”

You sigh. “I know. It’s…been both easy and not easy to get used to it. I know most people don’t live like this.”

“It’s…I’m happy for you, I am but it’s hard not to be jealous too.”

You nod. “I get it. I…if you’re not comfortable, I understand. I just…I miss you.”

Tears spring to Bella’s eyes. “I miss you too. I want to be here, I do.”

You hug her. “Let’s go have some fun!”

You and Bella are walking back in on the high-pitched sounds of laughter and catching up conversations when the doorbell rings suddenly. Everyone looks at you and you look a little stunned.

“Are ya gonna get that?” Elin says

“Oh,” you say looking at Anne questioningly.

“Darling, that’s you,” she says smiling that knowing smile. “This is your party, and, love, Harry’s all yours. I think the door is yours to open, not mine.”

Stunned at how that reality hits sometimes, you walk to open the door. Cal, one of your drivers, stands holding a large black box and a bundle of individually wrapped red roses, “’S a deliver for you and the ladies, miss.”

“Hey Cal, thank you!” you say leaning forward to kiss his cheeks.

Inside, you carry the box to the middle over to the breakfast bar where everyone has gathered to grab something to drink.

The card reads, “A little something to make the night fun for each and every one. All the Love, H”

Inside are small black and red heart shaped boxes with a tag indicating that the contents were chocolate truffle edibles. There is a box and a rose for everyone.

“Well, looks like the funs about to begin!” Ny says holding up a glass of champagne she has helped herself to.

You look at Anne with bulging eyes and blushing cheeks.

Gemma walks over to Anne then looks at you, “Jesus, you’re gonna have to relax! This night will be torture for you if you constantly worry about what Mum thinks. I mean, my God, Milena’s already flashed her tits and… Harry sings about cocaine, I don’t think a couple of edibles is gonna freak her out. You were young once, right Mum?”

Snickering and holding her glass out to Milena for some champagne, “Well, thanks for that, Gemma.”

You shake your head. “You’re right,” you say to Gemma. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you tell Anne, squeezing her arm.

She smiles that smile that’s so much like Harry’s it’s disconcerting. “I’m fine darling. Let’s just have a good time, yeah?” She says, kissing your temple.

“Ok, that’s all I want.”

Milena speaks up. “I’ve brought my tattoo and piercing gear if anyone wants some work done but no drinking if you plan on getting ink!”

You purse your lips and walk over to Milena. “I…I’ve been thinking about a tattoo you tell her pulling out your phone and I’d love for you to do it. It’s uhhh…well it’s in a delicate spot.”

“How delicate?” Milena asks you, biting her lip.

You giggle. “I want this bee and hs under my boob. Can you do that?”

“Darling, that’s easy peasy. Let me know when you’re ready to take your shirt off and we’ll do it up nice for you,” she says winking.

You laugh. “Probably later but definitely tonight.” You smile. “Thanks.”

Sarah lifts her glass, “Everyone have a glass of something to drink?” There is a group response of “Yes” after the you grab your glass of sparkling water. “Great then I’d like to propose a toast! To a merry no-boys girl’s night filled with, friends, food, fun, booze and a little debauchery. To family.”

Clinks and laughter are heard round the room. You, Anne and Gemma pull out some catered charcuterie boards filled with fancy cheeses and meats, exotic fruits and other finger foods. The pastries, tarts, mousses and mixed drinks were brought out at the same time because Ny insisted on dessert first, something about life being too short not to eat it first, something you are sure you’ve heard Harry say, but in a much different setting. The thought causing you to blush and smile to yourself.

“Whatcha all blushing smiles about?” Bella asks.

“I’m just really happy and so excited about you all being here,” you say threading your fingers in hers. “I’ve missed you so much, Bella!”

“Missed you too!” she says squeezing your fingers.

“Let’s all get into our new pajamas!” Elin yells loud enough for everyone to hear.

You speak up and say, “Wait before you go change, I have another surprise, well, it’s like a game for us for later, but I need you all to do something for me first. I need each of you to take one of these notecards and write your name on it, along with your shirt size, bra and panty size.”

“Oooo, you getting kinky on us!! I like these kinda parties,” Milena says.

Everyone bursts into giggles of agreement and funny faces.

“Yeah, you don’t want our pants size, that does sound very suspicious…I’m not sharing pants with any of you, just so you know,” Gemma says sarcastically.

You thump your fingers toward Gemma. “No, no, no, calm down, you are gonna love this I swear, you goofball!”

“We are going to play a lingerie game later, and, no, Gems you don’t have to share lingerie and, no, Milena, you don’t get to get naked for it, so keep your clothes on! I’ll tell you about it in a bit once you get back after changing.”

Everyone breaks away to their respective rooms to change into their pajamas. You walk down the hall peeking in open doors seeing several of the girls filling out their notecards. Bella, ever the overachiever, has her filled out and is digging through the new Pleasing colors with Anne holding out a hand, fingers splayed as if looking at a recently painted one to critique the color.

You make it to the living area in front of a large fireplace. “Siri, play the pink room’s playlist.” You say to the room before some slow sensual music comes on softly. You sway just a little at the memories.

“What about a pink room?” Sarah says walking back into the room with her black with white polka dot Gucci pajamas.

You startle and straighten up just to stutter, “Oh… ha-ha…it..it’s nothing, just the name of a playlist I have.”

“OoooKaaayy…that’s weird.”

You fiddle with the hem of your sleeve and smile demurely.

“Why do I get the feeling it’s something to do with Harry and sex?” she says crossing her slender arms.

“Oh, hush…did you fill out your card!” you question quickly changing the subject.

Soon you have everyone’s collected notecards folded in quarters and placed in a glass bowl.

“So, darling, tell us about this game of yours,” Anne asks with a smile.

“Well, my friend Hayley has a lingerie boutique on-line. She also does in-home shows, but since she’s in London and we’re here, she’s doing a virtual show for us. To make it interesting we thought we could have some fun with this. All of you are leaving tonight with a new lingerie set, BUT you won’t be buying it, you won’t even be picking it out. We’re going to all draw the cards from this glass bowl. You must keep your name a secret! Don’t tell, that’s what makes it fun! Are you listening Milena?” you say looking around for Milena who is in the middle of a bite of a chocolate profiterole.

She shakes her head and says mid-chew, “Have you all tasted these? I mean…fuck me…”

Everyone rolls their eyes and laughs.

“Anyway, then she will be opening the boutique and running an on-line show and selections for a couple of hours. During that time, you are gonna pick out a lingerie set for the person whose name you got! Hayley will send the sets via courier as soon as they come in. Sound fun?”

Everyone nods, amused at you.

“Ok, time to pick names! The website you order from is on the card.” You walk around and let everyone choose a card, and you take the last one. “Ok, let’s have some fun!”

You all spend the next few minutes looking at the different lingerie and ooohhhing and ahhhing. “Oh! You can order something for yourself if you like it too. If you order the same thing as your secret person, Hayley will cancel your order.”

“Good because I already found something very naughty I need and I doubt I’ll get it from you lot,” Milena says, popping a piece of cheese in her mouth.

You bite your lip and look around. “Should we…should we have an edible?”

Ny looks over at you. “Ummm…yeah. Me and Milena already ate ours!” She says laughing loudly.

“You two, I swear to god,” you say giggling and then you’re all reaching for your heart shaped box and digging into the delicious chocolates.

Everyone is huddled around phones looking at the lingerie, when you go for another bottle of water. Bella follows you looking a little starstruck and thoughtful. “What’s on your mind, missy,” you ask opening your bottle and leaning against the counter.

She walks around to get closer, “Ummm, I know we aren’t supposed to tell whose name we have, but,” she looks over you shoulder, “I have Anne…, literally…, like, lingerie shopping for Harry Fucking Styles’ mother… I can do that. I can find something tasteful and sexy, but, Jesus, Hayley’s stuff is expensive!”

“Oh, Bella, I’m so sorry, I thought you had that killer job at that fashion magazine. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” you say throwing your arms around her, “What happened?”

“I was the last to be hired and the first to be laid off. Paper magazines… just aren’t as in demand as they used to be. A lot of places are downsizing. I’ve enrolled part-time in school to get some new technical training to add to my degree…for now, I’m doing some freelance work here and there, but you know London…things are tight, wait, you don’t think I’m asking for money do you?” she says with bulging eyes.

“Oh my god, NO, Bella, you are the hardest working person I know. I mean you always put us all to shame in Uni and, I guess, I’m just shocked that you haven’t been snatched up and put on someone’s very friendly pay roll. You are so good! How about this, you let me take care of Anne’s lingerie tab and… WAIT!” you scream jumping up and down and grabbing her shoulders.

“I really, really need someone to help me with the podcast that stays in London? Jesus, Bella, would you consider coming to work for me!? I swear, I would make it worth your while, you could stay in school, come see me when I need you, run errands for me, help out with the new website, do interviews with clients…oh, please, say yes! Just say yes!” you plead.

“Did that just happen? Did you just beg me to come to work for you?” she says with glassy eyes.

“YES, YES, that did just happen, please say you will, it would be perfect!”

“Ok, I know I should think about it, but…what the fuck, when in Italy, do as the Italians, YES!” she says giddily clapping her hands.

You throw your arms around and her and you are both jumping up and down. “This is going to be so great, I swear, I’ll send over the details and we can meet up to go over your duties…are you sure you wanna do this? What about that guy you were seeing?” you inquire.

“Oh, I’ve only seen him a couple of times, but I really like him, in fact,” she blushes, “you know who he is.”

Just as you are about to ask who, Milena comes in with her equipment and bellows, “Hey beautiful love of Harry’s life, you ready for some ink?”

You turn to her, “What…now?” you gesture to the breakfast bar, “Here?”

Milena laughs and says, “good thing you’re cute.”

You blush.

“There’s a massage table in here I can use so let’s get going. I’ve got to pierce Elin’s nose first.”

“Wait…I’d love a nose piercing.”

Milena smiles. “It’ll suit ya. C’mon and pick a stud out while I take care of Elin.”

You and Bella walk into the living room. “You want anything done? My treat?”

Bella smiles. “I might…I’ve always wanted my nose pierced.”

You hug her. “Let’s do it!”

Elin’s sitting on the table and Sarah is holding her hand as Milena slowly pierced the skin and attaches the stud. It was over remarkably fast. She dabs it with alcohol and says, “you’re done! Who’s next?”

You nudge Bella forward and you both pick out the studs you want.

“Hold my hand?” Bella asks you and you nod.

“It really didn’t hurt,” Elin says trying to put Bella at ease.

You watch the whole process transfixed. It’s both a blend of art and science you think to yourself. “Steady breaths, love,” Milena says and then pierced the skin and attaches the stud.

Bella opens her eyes in shock. “It really didn’t hurt!” She moves to touch it and Milena pushes her hand down.

“No touching it for a few weeks. I’ll give you instructions but it’s an easy one,” she says kissing both of Bella’s cheeks. “Alright, watermelon sugar you’re up!”

You blush. God…everyone here knows about his oral prowess. It was both embarrassing and exciting like most things with him.

“I’ll be on point for this one,” Anne says moving next to you and grabbing your hand. She reaches out her other hand to Gemma. “My girls,” she says, squeezing both of your hands.

She kisses your temple and then you watch as Milena goes through the same process. You close your eyes as you feel a stab and then the little gemstone stud is in and it’s done!

“Wow…that really didn’t hurt! Can I see it?”

Milena pulls up her mirror in front of you.

“I love it so much! Thank you!”

She smiles. “I was right. It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“Anyone else need anything pierced? Two for one on nips,” she says laughing her intoxicating laugh.

Everyone shakes their heads.

“Ok, it’s tattoo time then. You’re getting your underboob done, right?”

You bite your lip and look at Anne and then nod.

She just smiles. “Ooohhh…that’s sexy. I know Harry’ll love that.”

“Ew ew ew,” says Gemma and you and Anne giggle.

“Top off and lay down on the table,” Milena instructs you. “I drew up a stencil earlier, does this work?”

You smile as you look at the stencil. It’s even better than you imagined. “It’s perfect.”

“Aces!”

You turn so you’re back is to the room and slide your PJ top off and place your arm across your breasts. “Will this work?”

Milena purses her lips. “You’ve got great tits, watermelon sugar. Yeah, that’ll do. Lay down for me and I’ll get the stencil on.”

You’re nervous but excited and you unconsciously finger your initials necklace, hoping this doesn’t hurt too bad but also knowing that it’s worth the pain.

You gasp as Milena applies the balm and then the stencil. She pulls the mirror to you and says, “placement look good?”

You nod.

“Ok, gonna get set up and then we’ll get ya inked.”

“Ok. So Bella…tell me about this guy you’re saying.”

Gemma leans in, “oh yeah! You’ve been coy about him!”

Bella blushes. “He’s nice and very cute! We’ve only been out a few times…we’re taking it slow but I like him…a lot.”

“What’s his name?” You ask her as you watch Milena squeeze the black ink into a little cup.

“Gavin Dawson.”

You gasp out a laugh and start blushing furiously.

Gemma narrows her eyes at you. “What?! Oh god this is gonna be about Harry and sex isn't it? Just lemme ask this? Will it be worse than Mum and Darren at breakfast that time?”

Anne chokes on her sip of wine and sternly says, “Gemma!”

"Oh no.... you know you gotta tell that story!" says Milena snapping the black rubber gloves on her hands.

Anne blushes furiously. "I'm too old to kiss and tell...” she says walking over to top off her glass.

"Thank god...,” Gemma says rolling her eyes.

Milena, not about to let the subject drop blurts, "No way, Annie, we've seen Mr. Darren, he's a hottie... do tell!"

You look at Anne, with your hands covering your breasts and squint with a pouting lip and mouth, “Sorry.” Then you raise your head looking at Gemma and comment, "Seriously Gems… I know you've had sex at your Mum's house! Leave her alone..." the minute the comment leaves your mouth you know you’ve spilled secrets, so you slap your hand over your mouth popping out your right breast, to which you cover with your left hand inevitability popping out your left breast causing you to roll your eyes and mutter, “For fuck’s sake…,” and finally grab both of them attempting some form of modesty.

The ruckus is causing all the girls one by one to enter the room out of curiosity. Meanwhile, Gemma is giving you the evil-eye with crossed arms and a tapping foot. Finally she blurts, “You don’t want me tellin’ on what you and Harry do in Mum’s house.”

You blush even more and bite your lip. “Gemma!”

Gemma throws her hands up, “Wait I thought this was about Bella’s new guy Gavin! Isn’t he one of Harry’s part-time sound guys?”

“Yes,” you reply

“Yes,” Bella says at the same time.

Sarah pipes up and points to you, “Wait? How do you know him?”

“He taught her how to use the sound booth that Harry got her for the podcast,” Bella says absentmindedly while filling her plate with more food.

“How do you know about that?” you say looking over at her.

Bella blushes and raises one shoulder, “I…uh…I…I mean….like….,” she gulps, “didn’t you tell me about that?”

“Umm, noo, I did not,” you say looking at her eye to eye. “Please don’t tell me he told you about…?”

She immediately lowers her head and shifts from foot to foot, “Well, he might’ve mentioned something about a thumb drive ya’ll found in the booth on your first lesson…”

This time you cover your face with both hands, breasts spilling out everywhere, “Oh God, I could….just die… please tell me Bella, he didn’t tell you everything did he?”

“And on that note I think I'll go check in with Darren and turn in for the night,” Anne says kissing your cheeks and then Gemma’s before leaving the room and you all burst out in a fit of laughter.

“I’m even curious about this one…” Gemma says returning the conversation.

You move your hands back to your breasts to cover up. “I can’t believe he told you about that but…like Bella said Harry gifted me with a sound booth so I didn’t have to travel back and forth to London all the time…and he was teaching me how to record things…and uh…” you roll your eyes and giggle, “we might have recorded ourselves and accidentally left the thumb drive in the booth.”

Everyone giggles. “Gavin played it and I swear to god…” you say blushing and giggling. “Would’ve been hot if he hadn’t have heard it.”

Milena laughs and chews her gum loudly. “Kinky!”

You giggle. “And embarrassing.”

“I’m ready. You ready watermelon sugar?”

You huff out a breath. “Yes.”

“Just take slow breaths. You’ll be fine,” Milena says as she pulses the tattoo needle. She draws a line and then let’s up. “You doing ok?”

You nod. “It’s not too bad.”

“Ok,” she says as she starts up again. “So this is pretty serious…eh? A tat with his initials? What’s the bee all about?”

You close your eyes and wince. “Ummm…welll…that’s what he calls it when he goes down on me…when I’m wet…he calls it honey…oh god I can’t believe I told you that.”

Milena laughs. “Oh, he is a naughty boy.”

At this point everyone is listening in to your conversation.

“Well, the whole world knows he likes oral. Is he good at it and does he dirty talk as much as he does in his lyrics?”

You look over your shoulder and literally everyone is staring at you waiting for an answer, even Gemma though she’s pretending to be examining her manicure. Your eyes move back to Milena. “I…he’s so good at it…there are no words and…he’s fucking filthy,” you finish trying not to giggle.

The girls squeal and you try and to regulate your breathing.

“He certainly has moves on stage,” Bella says fanning her face while all the girls begin very smutty conversations about sex.

Milena pulls her hand back then leans down to your ear, “Is he a beast?”

You look her straight in the eyes and grin, “When I want him to be…”

She returns the grin with a wink, “See I…I knew you were like that…saw it when we were in Prague. He’s a lucky man.”

“Oh, Mil, I think we’re kinda lucky to have each other,” you stop close your eyes and bite your bottom lip, “for every boundary he pushes in the bedroom, he returns with just as many gentle touches and kisses…usually, it’s me that loses my mind with him. He likes to keep me on edge…,” your eyes pop open when you realize the room is absolutely quiet. Looking around you see all the girls have stopped talking and are staring and listening to you ramble on dreamily. Gemma on the other hand is flipping through Milena’s tattoo look book and munching on a lemon macaron. You look over to Milena who is just standing there with the tattoo gun, popping her gum and smiling at you.

“Uhh… so…Sarah…,” you search to change the subject, “tell us about Mitch, is he as shy as he seems?”

“Well, let’s just say I have a child and it didn’t happen without lots of practice. He’s the blanket to my pillowperson.” She says subconsciously drumming her hands on the countertop.

The room returns to conversation and Milena begins the final work on your tat.

“Wow…that’s the sweetest thing. It’s so amazing how Mitch just fell into Harry’s life and then that’s how you met…you have such a cool story,” you tell Sarah.

“I can’t think about it too much or my head’ll explode,” Sarah says giggling.

Milena puts the final flourishes on your tattoo and then pulls back, wiping your skin and grabbing her mirror. “Think I’m all done watermelon sugar. Let’s have a look.”

You sit up and hold the mirror up to your breast and your eyes tear up. “I…I love it, oh my god, I love it so much.”

Milena smiles and pops her gum. “I’m glad. Lay back down and I’ll patch you up.”

You lay back down and watch as she cuts out a piece of something filmy and then pulls the backing off.

“This is called Saniderm. It’s a protective film for your tattoo. Once this starts to peel at the edges in about 4-5 days you can take it off and the tattoo is completely healed. You can get it wet and everything. It’s magic.”

“Wow,” you say as she places the film on your skin and presses out the air bubbles.

“You’re all set watermelon sugar.”

“Thank you, Mil. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to do this for me.”

“You’re welcome,” she says, hugging you.

You wrap your arms around her and then realize you don’t have any clothes on your upper body. You giggle and pull back and Bella hands you your PJ top and you slip it on.

“Who’s next?” Milena asks snapping her glove.

“I’m starving!” You exclaim going to the buffet tables and fixing a plate.

You’re all sitting around and talking and you realize it was kind of nice to be able to talk to someone about Harry. There’s so few people you can trust when it comes to your relationship. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed being able to talk about him to anyone. Deciding to send him a quick message to thank him for the candy and flowers you go looking for your phone. You find it in your bedroom only to find a message from him waiting for you.

Harry: how’s my Jezebel? did you ladies get my gifts?

You: Hey handsome freak, yes, we did. Thank you very much. I have personally enjoyed two truffles, yum.

Harry: there you are! having fun? miss you.

You: Yes, we are having fun just being girls. I have some surprises for you! Miss you more…

Harry: i love your surprises. call me before you sleep? hate sleeping without you. i love you.

You: Hate sleeping without you too, I will call. I love you so much.

On a whim you decide to take a closeup photo of just your hand barely tucked into the waistband of your pajama pants to attach to your next message.

You: I’ll be thinking of you…

Harry: my naughty girl. be good.

You smile thinking about him when another message comes in from Hayley to let you know that everyone has officially ordered their lingerie and that you had a $500 gift card to spend on anything you wanted from her store from Anne. Tears pooled in your eyes at the gesture. How’d you get so lucky is all you can wonder. Feeling a little chilly you walk over to the dresser to grab a pair of socks and opt to reach for a pair of Harry’s. You slip them on and go in search of everyone else.

They’ve all made their way out to the deck where candles are lit and the wine bottles are empty. If you’d thought about it, you would’ve had Cal leave the nice lounge chairs and chaises out so you could all lay out under the stars for a bit. It was; however, a little chilly so you doubted the girls would stay out long, so perhaps it was good that he had pulled it all into the pool house for the night. Opening the French doors, you padded out in your socks to join them for some midnight girl talk.

“We thought you left us,” Elin said as you sat next to her.

You smile and shake your head. “No, just needed some socks,” you say wiggling your feet at her.

You’re all just talking to each other and enjoying the night air but it’s getting colder and you start shivering.

“I’ll going in guys. Too cold for me. I think I’m gonna turn in,” you tell them.

You see yawns all around and a chorus of me too’s.

Everyone hugs you goodnight and you thank all of them for coming and for the wonderful time. You pad into your room and call Harry.

“Hey Jezebel. Is everyone finally in bed?”

“Hey baby. Yes, we’ve turned in. I miss you.”

“I’m coming over. Meet me at the back door.”

“What? Harry you can’t come here!”

“I can an’ I am. Meet me at tha back door. Don’ make me come up an’ get ya.”

You huff out a sigh. “Ok.”

“On my way. See ya soon.”

You giggle and quietly make your way downstairs and to the back door. You just unlock the door when you see him smiling at you. You bite your lip and pull the sliding door back and then close it quietly.

He pulls you to him and kisses you. “Missed ya. Couldn’t go ta sleep withou’ gettin’ ma goodnight kiss.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Mmmm…missed you so much. God, you smell so good,” you tell him as you peck his lips again.

His thumb is on your cheek and rubbing back and forth and then something catches the light. “Wait…wha’ is tha’?”

You smile. “What?”

He pulls you under the light. “Ya got ya nose pierced?”

“Maybe.”

“Tha’ one of ma surprises?”

You bat your lashes. “Maybe.”

“Lots of maybes outta ya.”

“Kiss me. I missed you.”

He pulls you to him and slants his mouth over yours and you sigh and then his tongue darts out to tangle with yours.

He moves and pushes you back against the wall of the house, hand moving to your neck and then down your throat to your breasts, fingers deftly unbuttoning your PJ top and slipping his hand under the material and cupping your breast.

“Mmmm…Harry,” you say as his thumb circles your nipple and pinches it hard.

“Wan’ ya so much, babe,” he says in between kisses. Sliding his hand back and forth on your tummy and he slips it down to cup your pussy, “D’ya put ya hand down here?”

“Harry, we have guests…ohhh, goooddd, right there,” you say raising to your tip toes as he runs his middle finger up and down your cloth covered slit.

“D’ya touch?”

You whisper, “No, I didn’t touch, did you?”

He pulls back and grins against your lips, “Did I what, angel?”

You lick his lips seductively then kiss along his jaw to his ear, “Harry, did you think about me and touch this cock?” you say running your hand down the front of his shorts.

He turns his head to return whisper, “Jesus, after ya message, wan’ed to, couldn’t stop thinkin’ abou’ ya over here in our bed wi’ ya hands down ya pants an’ me less than 500 feet away…torture.” He pushes his hips into yours, “’M so hard, babe.”

You look up slightly at the window just above you, “Shhh, Harry, your Mum is here! We can’t do this…”

“Fo’ fuck’s sake, babe, need ya, need ta make ya cum, please…” he whispers against your neck.

You roll your head back and to the side so he can get a better angle on your sweet spot because, truthfully, you’re just as needy for him too.

He stops abruptly and looks around…“Pool house. Now,” he says, pulling you to him.

“Harry, I can’t see wher…” you begin before he bends down and tosses you over his shoulder causing a loud, “Ummph” to come from your throat.

“Har…” you start to shout but think twice about it.

“I can see fine, hold on,” he commands before making his way to the pool house and rolling the barn style door open. It’s warm, smells of saltwater and lightly lit by four large skylights in the rooftop. He plops you down on a cushioned round king size chaise bed-lounge causing you to giggle.

“What if we get caught?”

“S’our fuckin’ villa, who’s gonna catch us?”

You go still just panting and staring at him as he stands in front of you.

“Wha’? Ya ok?” he asks with furrowed brows of concern.

“You said ‘ours’” you say softly.

“Baby, what’s mine is yours now too, understand?” You nod your head and he smiles at you, leans forward and grabs your cheeks. “I love ya an’ I really wanna make ya cum in our pool house right now, tha’ be alrigh’?”

You answer by scooting back on the lounge.

He bends down and pulls your pajama bottoms down and off. “Ya wearin’ ma socks?”

“Yeah, feet were cold.”

“S’fuckin’ sexy when ya wear ma thin’s,” he mutters smiling as he holds your foot up to his chest and kisses up your leg to the inside of your knee.

Your body breaks out in goosebumps as he places your bent leg, foot flat on the cushion and does the same to the other. He stands back and just stares for a second at you laying there in your half-unbuttoned pajama shirt, panties and socks, legs bent and spread for him. He captures your eyes as he bends down and grabs the waist band of your panties and pulls them off. He wads them up and stuffs them in the pocket of his shorts.

“Stealin’ my panties again, Styles.”

“Hey, what’s yours is mine now too,” he says with a wink. “Touch ya clit fo’ me, yeah?”

You slide your hand down to your clit and circle it softly. He lays down on his tummy between your legs and runs his arms under your thighs. You stop as he settles in. “Don’ stop, love. Wan ya ta cum on my tongue, wanna taste ma honey.” He places a hand on top of yours and runs his thumb back and forth over the top as you continue to circle your swollen nerves. Eyes on yours, he leans forward and places a sweet kiss over your working middle finger. You moan at the sensation. “So good, swee’heart…love ta watch ya touchin’…can I ‘ave a taste?” he asks as you look down your body into his eyes.

“Yes,” you whimper.

He kisses your middle finger again and then places a kiss on each lip and finally uses a soft tongue to lick a stripe up your slit ending with another kiss to your finger. He does it again, so soft and tender.

“Haahhh…Mmmm, Harry,” you whimper as he takes his time.

He threads his fingers with yours to stop you and pulls your hand to your tummy, “My turn now,” he mumbles against your skin.

With his other hand, he uses his forefinger and middle finger to open your lips so he can lick your clit. He licks and licks and finally attaches his mouth and sucks lightly. He runs his fingers down to your hole and circles his fingers at the entrance around and around before pushing in to his first knuckle.

“S’wet, love…all this fo’ me?”

“Yeeessss, Harry, I’m so wet for you…” you slur.

“I’m gonna find my spot now, ya tell me when I do, yeah?”

You nod and he smiles at you.

He pushes his fingers in a little further and twists to palm up and does a come hither motion with those fingers.

“RIGHT THERE!” You call out a little louder than you should.

He chuckles at it and just keeps going, “Yeah? Tha’ our spot, s’it righ’ here?” he asks going at it a little more intently.

“Yes, Harry, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum….Can’t hold it…,” you chant.

“Do it, babe, cum fo’ me, please cum hard on ma fingers an’ lemme taste ya sweetness, don’ hold back babe, give it ta me hard,” he says through gritted teeth while he ruts into the cushion.

You can’t answer him as your thighs start shaking and you cum as his fingers continue to move against your spot. You throw your head back as your back arches, your fingers tug his hair and you cum hard around his fingers, his tongue licking your clit as your legs try and close around his head.

You’re panting as you open your eyes and look down your body at him. You untangle your fingers from his curls and watch as he looks up at you with lust blown eyes, the bottom half of his face wet with your honey, lips pink and swollen. He crawls back up your body and you watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth and then as his fingers undo the last two buttons of your top, pushing it off of your shoulders. He moves off of the lounger to strip his clothes off. Finally naked, he’s sitting on his knees in front of you, his hands sliding slowly up your legs, thighs, to your tummy and stopping to cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your nipples. He moves his hands and then his thumbs run along the underside of your boob and you gasp at the feeling of his guitar calloused thumbs on your sensitive skin. You can tell the exact moment he finds your second surprise. He cocks his head as his thumb runs over the filmy cover of your brand new tattoo and you bite your lip as he looks quizzically at you. He lifts your breasts and that’s when you see him look down at your tattoo and gulp.

“Fuck…Didya…ya got a tattoo?”

You nod.

He fumbles on the floor and grabs his phone and turns the flashlight on and his mouth drops open. He looks up to meet your eyes. “My initials? An’ this bee…fucks sake.”

“Do you like it?”

He hovers over you and presses his pelvis to yours and you gasp when you feel how hard he is.

“Feel tha’?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck yeah…I fuckin’ love it. Was already hard befo’ an’ missin’ ya bu’ fucks sake,” he says, closing his eyes trying to gain control of his body. He pulls back to look again, his fingers reverently moving along your skin. “Can’ believe it. It’s s’sexy.”

“I’m yours and I wanted you to know it,” you tell him as he meets your gaze again.

“Gonna make ya cum again an’ again so you’ll know ya belong ta me,” he says as he moves your arms back to hold on to the arm of the chair. “Ya gonna need ta hold on fo’ this, Jezebel,” he says, voice raspy and like smooth honey. The voice he uses when he’s turned on and about to ruin you.

Your body is quivering and you feel the goosebumps break out on your skin.

He moves back down and pushes your legs up and open, hands on your ankles and suctions his mouth to your clit.

“Ahhhh! Mmmmm…Harry, fuck!” You cry out and he sucks harder, his tongue moving over your clit quickly causing you to gasp and your breath to catch in your throat.

Your hands grip the lounger hard and your eyes roll back in your head as you feel your orgasm right there and then he pops off.

Your back falls down to the cushion and you huff out a breath as he moves up your body to give you a taste of yourself on his lips. He kisses down your throat and stops to suck your nipple in his mouth, teeth nibbling them just like you like. He pulls back and takes your left leg and lifts it up over his shoulder, kissing your ankle. “Don’ move those arms,” he says as he moves to hover over you, pulling your other leg to wrap around his waist as he guides himself to your entrance. “Love ya s’much. Gonna show ya how much righ’ now.”

He slides his cock up through your slit, taking a moment to rub his sensitive head over your clit. “Feels good, righ’?” he asks eyes looking at you.

“Hmmm, yeah… feels really good.” You say softly swirling your hips just a little to increase the sensation. “I want….”

“This wha’ ya wan’?” he says just as he pushes in all the way maintaining eye-contact reading your every expression.

“Ahhh…hahhh...ahhh,” you pant before letting out a long, slow breath and biting your bottom lip with a smile.

Smiling back, he looks down where you’re connected and then wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you to him just to get himself that much deeper inside.

“Ya good?” He asks turning his head to kiss your ankle again.

You roll your head to one side and put your chin on your shoulder, “Yeah,” you answer nodding on another long exhale.

He pulls back and snaps back in quickly, bumping you forward causing you to stiffen your arms to steady you both. He’s holding your leg up to his body and looking down where you’re connected, “Fuck, babe, so fuckin’ hot,” he pulls out and snaps back in again, “marked this beautiful body wi’ ma name, ‘cause ya know ya mine don’ ya?”

You nod panting as he picks up a slow, but deep pace of pulling out and thrusting back in deep.

“Words, please.”

“Yes, I know I’m yours, Harry,” you cry out as your tits bounce up and down and you tighten the leg wrapped around his waist.

He stops and holds still, “No, don’t stop!” you sob.

He reaches down to feel what he sees, touching his shaft as it’s held deep in your wet channel. He runs the wetness on his thumb up to your clit and circles it. “This cunt’s mine, squeezin’ me s’tight…love the way tha’ feels…”

“Harry! Please…I wanna cum, please…” you grip the lounger so tight your knuckles turn white.

He falls forward, hand on either side of your ribs, your leg still up on his shoulder. He leans his head down and bites your nipple pulling it slightly before letting it bounce back into place. At the same time, he’s pulled out and pounded back in, then grinding his pelvis into yours.

“Ow! Mmmm…” the slight pain and intense pleasure that comes immediately after an indescribable sensation. “Do it again!” you plead raising your head to watch as he does it. This time he keeps his eyes on yours the entire time.

“Fuck, baby, y’so wet… gonna cum fo’ me, hmm?” he says thrusting in and out, “I’m s’close, love, an’ ya feel… s’good… can’t play anymore, I need ta fuck ya…need ya ta cum on ma cock.”

“Yes! Keep going…like that…don’t…oh! I’m…I…I…I’m cummmming!,” you say tempering your loud voice to a hollow shout.

“Miiiiinnnneee!!!” he groans loudly as he stiffens pushing in deep.

You can feel his cock twitching and his cum flooding your body. It’s the most intimate feeling, to hear his groan and feel his body filling you up.

He pulls your leg off his shoulder and collapses on your body his shoulder hitting your breast at just the wrong place.

“Ow-ow-ow…” you cry out pushing on him to slide down off your freshly tattooed, tender skin.

“Oh shit, baby, I’m sorry…lemme see it,” he says lifting up and and breathing heavily.

You pull your breast up so he can see it in the dim moonlight. He places his hand over yours and leans up to place a tender kiss to it.

“Pretty,” he says with a smirk.

“Oh, you’re so gonna be cocky about this aren’t ya?” you tease running your hand through the hair on his forehead.

He just nods his head exaggeratedly with a big smirk and a deep dimple.

You giggle at his boyish charm.

“Milena do tha’ work?”

“Yes,” still running your hand through his ever growing locks.

“Where do ya wan’ me ta get the bee done on me?” he asks chin propped on his hand on your tummy.

“Wait, you wanna get a bee too?”

“Course I do, wan’ ya mark on me too.”

“Well, I guess I’d rather it be someplace private, away from any other eyes, ya know? I mean, I share your body with so many people, I’d like to have that be for my eyes only. Would that be ok?”

“Love tha’ idea. How abou’ here?” he says rolling to one side to touch a place about two inches below his right hip bone.

“I think that’s perfect,” you say yawning.

“Ya tired, love?” he asks unable to stop yawning himself.

“Yeah, ya wore me out,” you say closing your eyes and shifting your head to one side. “Harry?”

“Yeah, babe?” he replies rubbing his thumb back and forth on your hip bone.

“I’m in love with you,” you say as if it were the first time.

“Tha’s good, ‘cause I’m in love with you,” he says turning his head to kiss your tummy then turning back to rest it with his eyes closed.

*** 6 a.m. the next morning ***

Milena sashays out to the pool in the early morning light anxious to get a morning swim in. She loves tattooing but it’s hell on the joints. She jumps into the pool and is soundlessly enveloped by the water. She swims laps up and down the pool until she can feel her joints relax in the way that only swimming lets them before gracefully emerging from the pool and twisting her hair, wringing it out as best she can. It’s so nice out here, she thinks. Wasn��t there a huge chaise lounge out here yesterday, she thinks and wonders if they’ve been stowed away for the night. She walks to the pool house and slowly slides open the barn door and smiles a soft smile.

You’re laying flat on your back, head tilted to the side, one hand at your side and the other buried in Harry’s dark curls. He’s laying on top of you, head just underneath your bare breasts, hands gripping your sides even in his sleep.

“Who’s there?” Harry mumbles as the light from the open door wakes him.

“Just me, but I’m leaving,” Milena says attempting to slide the door shut.

“No wait,” he says lifting himself up slightly. He looks up toward your face to see if you’re awake, then places a gentle kiss to your tummy.

“Put some clothes on Styles,” Milena says throwing his shorts toward his naked bum and turning away.

“Don’ hear tha’ very often,” he says rolling to the side, then sitting up to step into his shorts.

You stir stretching your torso, “Harry?” you flutter your eyes trying to wake up and decipher where you are.

Milena glances over her shoulder.

“Mil, stop staring at my girl’s tits,” Harry says crawling over you to give you a kiss.

Milena turns around, hand on her hip, “Oh Harry, you amuse me, I’ve seen them up close and personal.”

Harry smirks, “She does have great tits,” to which you both nod your heads then break into a chuckle. Turning his attention back to you.

“Oh my god, I think we feel asleep…” you mutter sleepily.

“Yeah, baby, hold on, I’ll get ya dressed,” he pats around looking for your pajama top.

“To the left…” Milena says cheekily trying to help out.

You nearly butt his head sitting up when the other voice in the room registers. “Shit!” you say covering your breasts with both hands.

“Easy, love, it’s Mil…”

With Harry’s help you manage to thread your arms in the top and pull it down to your thighs.

“Did you want something?” Milena asks.

“Yeah. Ya ‘ave a minute ta do some work fo’ me?”

“What do you want?” she replies.

Harry looks at you as you rub the sleep from your eyes, “I want the bee on my hip. Think ya can do it real quick?”

“Sure, just come on up to the house, I’m all se…”

“No, can ya do it,” he looks around, “out here? Don’ wan’ anyone around.”

“I mean…if there’s electricity out here…I guess…yeah, I can,” she says looking up and down taking in the surroundings.

“Harry, don’t you wanna go in…?” you ask buttoning up your shirt.

“No, fo’ your eyes only, righ’? Jus’,” he looks around and waves his hand, “let’s do it out here.”

You smile, raise your eyebrows sucking in your bottom lip, cock your head to the side, “Ok…yeah…”

“Ok!” Milena says clapping her hands together and rubbing them. “Lemme go get the kit!”

“Hey, keep it quiet, ‘f ya can…this is jus’ between us,” he says waving his finger in a circle.

“No problem,” she says turning to go through the doorway.

“Harry are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Was my idea, Jezebel, ‘m so sure, how abou’ you? Ya wanna share ink wi’ me?” he asks crawling up the lounger toward your crossed legs. He’s on hands and knees over your legs, searching your face seriously. You get the feeling he’s talking about more than a tattoo.

Pushing his hair from his eyes then cupping his scruffy cheeks, “Yeah, I wanna share ink with you…and so much more….”

He grins proudly then slants his head and moves in for a smacking kiss, then changes expression indicating he needs a deeper kiss. He opens his mouth to take in your lips, breathing in your breath, pushing his body forward, forcing you to lean back and open your mouth wider to take in more of his tongue, his taste.

“Mmmm,” you moan threading your fingers in his hair.

“Love ya s’much,” he says against your lips, “Know tha’? Love. Ya. So fuckin’ much. Can nev’r tell ya ‘nough…don’ forget it…you’re mine, I’m yours, I…”

“Uh-hum, sorry to break this moment up kids, but the ladies and gents are starting to rouse, so if you wanna keep this private we gotta get started,” Milena says walking in to set up at a small table.

Locating the outlet and moving the table close by, Harry turns over onto his back stretching out and resting his head in your crisscrossed legs. He has one hand on your ankle and the other pushes his shorts down to reveal the place he wants the ink.

You can’t help the giggle that sneaks out when you see your lacy panties half hanging out of his pocket.

Milena lifts one eyebrow in amusement toward you when she spots the scrap, and you just shrug one shoulder and wiggle your eyebrows.

“You trust me to free-hand this Harold, ‘cuz I can’t exactly do a stencil out here? Won’t be hard, ‘s pretty easy.”

“Go on, trust ya,” he responds still looking up at your face with a smile.

Milena draws the bee and shows you both, then dons her rubber gloves to prepare to do the work.

Harry winces a couple of times during the process, but you soothe him by leaning down to kiss his eyelids and the tip of his nose. You have so much you wanna say to him, but it’s just not meant to be heard by anyone else, so you bide your time, holding on to words to be shared later.

It doesn’t take but a few minutes to finish the job. “Ok lovebirds, you’re all inked up…Whatcha think?” Milena says gathering up her instruments and tossing the trash in the bin. You both look down and smile, happy to see your bee on his hip. Mil did a great job, she’s incredibly talented.

“S’great, ya did good,” Harry comments as you smooth your fingers over his hip.

“I love it,” you say at the same time.

“Awesome!” she says while gathering her tools and putting them back in her kit.

Harry sits up to lean against the back of the lounger threading his fingers in yours, “Get ya some cash as soon as I get back ta ma wallet.”

“Nah…don’t worry about it…just…make sure I get an invitation when y’all make this official, yeah?”

You bite your bottom lip and blush furiously.

“You’ll be first on the list,” Harry says without missing a beat. He looks over to you, squeezes your fingers pulling your hand up to kiss it. “First on the list.”

[annaruby]

tagged by @samrubygf to list the top 10 songs on my on repeat playlist (ty <33)

the killing moon — echo & the bunnymen

i got summer on my mind — elli eli, jj, elin kastlander

tá ok — dennis, mc kevin o cris

t.n.t — ac/dc

chicago — michael jackson

we’re all gonna die — slash, iggy pop

me deixa — o rappa

everything matters — aurora

do you miss me at all — bridgit mendler

girls got rhythm — ac/dc

a mess kfjdkdj

tagging @parkerscheer @heroeddiemunson @letymustdie @quiet-or-papa-spank-blog @usersirius @itsjuliak5 no pressure tho

[bunnisenshi]

i really miss TERA. i know it's not completely gone and still exists on console, but i've never really been one who enjoys mmos on consoles. the game shut down what feels like forever ago, but i guess i'm just now thinking about how i miss it. i played it a lot with friends from school after classes and late into the hours of the night. i remember one of my friends and i grinding like crazy to level 40 so we could get reapers together. playing that game has a lot of good memories, some that helped me through some really rough times and i suppose i'm just missing that. i'm sure there's private servers out there somewhere so i might go looking to see. i'll def miss all my old (mainly elin lol) characters. RIP girls

[betteryetblog]

8 Female-authored summer reads!

The summer is when I do most of my reading, lounging on the beach with an ice-cold lemonade. Doesn't that sound so good right about now? Get that summer feeling with my 8 summer reading picks by female authors!

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The Summer book by Tove Jansson

The Summer Book by Tove Jansson is full of humor and wisdom. It follows a summer trip between an artist grandma and her six-year-old granddaughter. On an island in the gulf of Finland they learn each others fears, whims, and yearnings. This story is the perfect heart-warming tale!

Endless Summer by Elin Hilderbrand

When I am looking for a quick read, I love to check out short story collections. The best part of them is that you can get through one or two, even three, stories in one sitting. Endless Summer is the perfect book for long-time fans and new readers as she revisits some of her most beloved characters! One such story is “The Tailgate” which revisits the story of Hilderbrand’s book The Matchmaker.

Playing with Matches by Hannah Orenstein

If you liked The Matchmaker, you need to check out Playing with Matches by Hannah Orenstein. This is the book I am currently reading, and I’m about 65% of the way through. This story is a perfect balance of eccentric clients and main character Sasha’s rollercoaster personal life. I must say, I am loving this book so far!

Gilt by Jamie Brenner

Gilt by Jamie Brenner is next up on my TBR - as I wait for it on hold at my library. In the same realm of Succession, Gilt follows the story of three sisters divided by the family diamond business. After a decade, main character Gemma is the only granddaughter and also a jewelry designer. She is working toward success for herself and the legacy of her mother who passed away. This book is perfect for lovers of family drama, with a little glitz!

Silenced in Sequins by Debra Sennefelder

Silenced in Sequins is part of a series by Debra Sennefelder, but can also be read as a stand alone. This book follows Kelly Quinn as she transforms her grandmother’s old consignment store into a hot spot for fashion lovers around town. She receives a dress that becomes the center of a public riff between two Long Island Ladies tv-show stars, when one of them ends up dead! It seems that only Kelly can get to the bottom of this and save the reputation of her store.

Fatal Inheritance by Rachel Rhys

Lovers of historical fiction must check out Fatal Inheritance, set in 1930, by Rachel Rhys. Eve, in her loveless marriage, receives a letter one day of an inheritance from a wealthy stranger. She travels to the French Rivera to the villa left just for her, but discovers a group of people that will do anything to take it from her. Before things become sinister, she needs to uncover the mystery of the letter and the person who sent it.

Going Dark by Melissa de la Cruz

Told through social media posts, diary entries, and firsthand accounts, Going Dark is a 2023 release by Melissa de la Cruz. The reader goes through the mysterious disappearance of influencer Amelia Ashley. When Ashley failed to show up her boyfriend left their romantic Rome vacation without her. Meanwhile, a hacker is untangling her social media web. Then, the reader learns of another girl who went missing two years prior - could this be a coincidence? Going Dark is the perfect read for fans of true crime to put their detective skills to use.

The Club by Ellery Lloyd

The Club written Collette Lyons, alongside her husband Paul Viltos. Island Home is a newly-launching and exclusive retreat for celebrities and a-listers. The invite list is sure to bring a group of “beautiful people with their own ugly secrets.” Yet, before the party even gets started, tensions rise between Island Home employees. The Club is a thriller sure to leave you on the edge of your seat - or edge of your beach chair.

Now that you know what I'm reading this summer, I would love to hear what is on your TBR list and which one of these you are going to check out. Learn more about them by clicking the links above!

[quincytatas]

playing bns - downloading ffxiv .... but nothing can replace the hole in my heart that tera left in me

[momo-heartfilia]

So i have become a genshin slave now..

but i miss tera and it has been YEARS can anyone say for sure if tera is still active?

[simmerberlin]

San Myshuno, A Month Later, 16:30

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Costume theory meta

Ok so I promised I’d post my theories during hiatus and I didn’t want to keep you all waiting, so here is the first one on our first Monday without a new episode 😭 not as good as a new episode I know, but something to tide us over!

Disclaimer; I can’t be held accountable for the change to your viewing experience this will cause!😉😆 I’m putting the rest below a cut because its long and I don’t want to take over your dash and also - its kept you in suspense because I’ve given nothing away thus far 😈

Hey thanks for clicking read more! Okay so onto the theory - It has to do with characters wearing patterned clothing. 

Now you may have already read my Buck costume meta, where I spoke about how he’s been wearing a lot more patterned clothing in season 5 and that he’s nearly always wearing it around Taylor - if not, click the link above and have a read! We do see him wearing them around others, but only twice - once in the firehouse when he’s talking to Ravi - before he goes home - to Taylor (so technically it doesn’t count because the scene with her was the main scene for that costume - shown below) and the other time was in 5x10 at the big cookout Christmas party and we all know what happened there with Eddie! 

As I said in my Buck post, patterns tend to represent a characters internal confusion or turmoil - because something is/has happened or is not right. this is not specific to pattern, it could be the check/plaid, but it could equally be the one shown on Buck above, a busy spotty pattern, flower prints etc. 

Onto the specifics of this particular theory. during my many rewatches of 911 I’ve been able to spot a pattern (forgive the pun 😂) and it has to do with characters wearing plaid/check clothing (especially shirts/tops) as a form of foreshadowing of impending existing trouble - either in the form of an emergency, or something happening in their personal lives. 

If it’s an emergency dealing with multiple people (such as the earthquake or the tsunami)  - there is usually one character who is involved in the incident who is in a check shirt of some kind. - you can see in the screenshot below from season 3 episode 2, that Charlotte (the girl with the drone) has a check shirt tied around her waist.

I’ve been rewatching and keeping a log of every time this plays out and its pretty consistent - there are a handful of times where it doesn’t and most of those are in series 1&2 when we had different costume designers. 

in series 1 - Helen Huang was the costume designer

Series 2 - Bryan Kopp (ep11-18), Elizabeth Lacaster (ep2-4), Helen Huang (ep 6-10) and Paula Elins (ep5)

Series 3-5 - Alayna Bell-Price

It is much harder to pick up on things like this theory when you have multiple designers, I always thought the costuming in season 2 was a bit hit and miss in terms of consistency, and this is why. However Alayna Bell-Price has been there throughout most of it - working as a trailer costumer and assistant costume designer on series 1 and the first half (ep1-10) of series 2 before taking oer as costume designer in series 3 - when we see a real settling in style and my theory becomes much stronger in its execution.

So let us explore my theory a little bit deeper. When I say impending trouble, it doesn’t actually have to mean a call 911 type of trouble, it could also represent their internal trouble or struggles and the check pattern doesn’t have to be glaringly obvious either. 

A great example of this is actually in season 1 - when Buck is attending Devons funeral in episode 2 - the black shirt he has on has a check pattern (hopefully you can see it in the below screenshot, if not the scene is timestamped at 20:28. Buck is struggling to come to terms with the first death he’s experienced on the job. Helen Huang has shown this through the costume generally - its a mix of colours - a dark navy jacket, black shirt, dark grey tie - he’s looking for closure and  better understanding of why Devon wouldn’t take his hand. He doesn’t find it at the funeral, but he does find it later on.

Another addition to this theory is that it isn’t always the character in trouble who wears the pattern, but someone tied to them - such as a child - this is a clever ploy to make it less obvious that the plaid check is a signal. And occasionally its changed up so that it is less obvious, or because the character isn’t wearing a top. 

I should point out that its not true for every single incident, but there are a couple of other factors at play, one is another theory I have (which I’m still working on the post for, so you’ll have to wait on that one), I’m also still doing a bit of comparison work to see if the incidents where there is no obvious use of check patterns in the costuming are incidents that are less important to the overall story of the episode/season (so there may well be a follow up post to accompany this one at a later date when I have finished comparing!). The final factor is uniforms - if it involves characters at their place of work, in a job where a uniform is worn, then obviously the uniform will take precedence over the check/plaid and sometimes alternatives are used - there are a couple of different ways of doing this, which I’ve shown with pictures below.

Bobby talks to Chimney in the locker room about his special blood - there is a shirt hanging on the wall behind him (actually theres two different shirts, because theres a continuity error!!)

as the family get out of the car to enter the hotel, there is a check blanket on the middle seat next to where Kat is sat - she’s the one in danger from this family during the earthquake!

The stupid picture limit on posts means I can’t actually show you pictures of all of them - but what I’ve decided to do -  is make a post for each season with some select images where a character is wearing a check or plaid item of clothing so you can see for yourself in a bit more detail - the links are below and I’ll update this post once I’ve actually posted them - they’re lined up so sorry for spamming you feed!

I do have a full timestamped list of every scene in every episode, with breakdowns of check shirts (an a couple of other things I’ve spotted which I’ll be posting over hiatus) if anyone is interested. 

I also have a costume plot - a breakdown of whats being worn item by item, scene by scene - for each character and I’m happy to do a post explaining how it works in a wardrobe department if anyone is interested in learning a bit more about that? Mine is not as detailed as the actual costume plot would be, (because I don’t have the script or the benefit of a meeting with the production team to gain more insight into motivations and info that needs to be conveyed) but I’m happy to go into a bit more detail and create a fake one to show how it would all work, but only if you’re all interested in the inner workings of a wardrobe department for film and tv?!!

Ok links to each seasons check highlights below and I’ll add all of these (and this post) to the costume meta pinned post on my page 😎

Season 1

Sesaon 2

Sesaon 3

Season 4

Season 5

As always my inbox is open, so feel free to ask away about anything - this post, anything costume or colour theory or any random thought that pops into your head! I love hearing from you and I hope this has made you think a bit about subtle signaling and that you’ll all be joining me in playing spot the check pattern shirt in 5b 😂

[i-justride]

gif maker appreciation tag: skamverse edition

i was tagged by @sandersyasmina thanks antania!

rules: answer these questions and tag everyone you’d like (gif maker or not) to help spread the appreciation. if you’re not a gif maker ignore the first part.

if you’re a gif maker...

a gifset you’re really proud of: type proud of this one i made of jana’s season cause it was my first full set and i think it looks pretty good?

a gifset of your favorite remake: just recently made this wtfock one for alt er love week.

a gifset that you wish would get more notes: this jana one i made

a gifset where you tried something new: i don’t ever really try anything new because i don’t take failure very well aksjsjs but maybe here because i used different coloring than normal to fit the vibe of lola’s season (and i actually did something outside of wtfock so that counts? lol)

spread the love!

a gifset of your favorite remake: so this one is extremely difficult because there are sooooooo many amazing wtfock gifsets that i love! but i’m going to shoutout this one brenna @yasminaselamrani made. it contains all the characters and the cast and it’s amazing and i love it so much.

a gifset of a remake you haven’t watched/ don’t like/ isn’t your favorite: druck isn’t my favorite remake but i really love this one ellie @earthlingeliott made of season 5! it’s so soft and pretty.

a gifset with a cool layout: this sobbe set that eline @mijnlief did is one of the most beautiful, coolest amazing sets i’ve ever seen! just look at it. and i would link everything she’s made if i could. also this one from eline as well! this one from cille @birthdaysentiment these came out so pretty! coolest thing ever. and this one from emma @tsjernobyl it speaks for itself!!! incredible <3 we all needed that in our lives let’s be real.

tag someone who does beautiful coloring: kinda hate this one because everyone is so amazing at coloring and has their own way of doing it. but to shoutout a couple people: @mirroroferisedx @yasminasrobbe @alinok @nyttvera @sander-klaas @mijnlief @birthdaysentiment @valtercens @tsjernobyl @sanderxrobbee

tag someone who inspires you to make gifsets: what inspires me to keep making gifs are the kind things people say in the tags under my posts 🥰 @mijnlief @birthdaysentiment @indimlights @pamouche @onzeziggy @hidden-joy @happilyinsane and @vataraxia always say such nice things and it means a lot! (i might be missing some people) and just everyone who reblogs all my stuff in general.

tag someone who you’ve discovered recently: i just recently started following @kieumyvuz and she creates such pretty things <3

tag someone who you’ve admired forever: before i started posting content i was following these blogs and loved them all. then i started making gifs and stuff and now they all follow me back??? 😭 and they are just the nicest people 💕 @tsjernobyl @mijnlief @birthdaysentiment @onzeziggy @yasminasrobbe @mirroroferisedx @yasminaselamrani @youneselamrani @isakeijzer @nyttvera @dagcutie @sanderxrobbee and my girl @happilyinsane

i don’t know who to tag because i don’t know who’s done it, but i guess the ones i tagged above who haven’t yet and want to.

[residentraccoon]

ESC 2022 top so far

1. Norway - I CAN'T ESCAPE THE BANANA WOLVES HYPE

2. Lithuania - i love this. super classy

3. Albania - grower af

4. Australia - the lyrics bro...the lyrics...

5. Ukraine - ukraine serves quality as usual 💙💛

6. Estonia - sing ur heart out booooooi

7. Czech Republic - this is so catchy. idc if it's a lil generic, i'm jamming

8. Italy - I'll get chased for placing this so low but I still love it

9. Moldova - this is what we usually listen at weddings in my country, you're welcome

10. Ireland - idk why I love this, love the sass and energy

11. Latvia - that first line is killing me everytime I listen to this song

12. Finland - it's good but misses something

13. Poland - yeah sorry I don't get the hype. solid

14. Spain - great staging but those lyrics are so trash lol

15. San Marino - edgy rocker måneskin icon

16. Israel - catchy I think

17. Croatia - wish I liked this one better because it's a good effort

18. Slovenia - nice disco sound but that's it

19. North Macedonia - underwhelming

20. Bulgaria - yeah

21. Malta - I have no patience for basic pop girl songs, she sings well but nhmgngn

My fav national finals for the next NFs under the cut (and watch how none of them will win because yes)

• Haven't listened: Serbia & Portugal

• Denmark: Conf3ssions - Hallelujah (it pretty much lacks any energy but it's pleasant)

• Romania: Dora Gaitanovici - Ana (TVR PLS DON'T FCK THIS UP INTENSIFIES)

• France: Alvan & Ahez - Fulenn

• Sweden: Cornelia Jakobs - Hold me closer

• Iceland: Sigga, Beta & Elin - Med haekkandi sol