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nyc-looks · 10 months
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Violet
“I’m wearing a Comme des Garçons Girl top and skirt, the shoes and bag are Simone Rocha. I’m almost always in some variation of a schoolgirl uniform for work. Ever since coming out, I think I’ve gravitated to clothing a ’teenage Violet’ would probably wear. I think teenage me would be proud of where I’m at style-wise.”
Apr 13, 2023 ∙ Midtown West
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newestcool · 7 days
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Comme des Garçons f/w 2000 rtw Creative Director Rei Kawakubo Newest Cool
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h8onbiglenci · 2 years
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Reminder: this is my world. you’re a pedestrian 🤪
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jezebelswar · 2 years
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i only wear comme nikes
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chanselysees · 8 months
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french stays tweeting “THEYRE SO SHORT” after their airport arrival😭😭
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abyssinian-che27 · 2 years
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Comme des Garçons Girl
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fuck dude i spent the past two days reading the entirety of girls against god and catching up on we lived happily during the war and i s2g it’s the most i’ve cried in YEARS what the fuck bea’s trans niece?? it all must mean so much to bea?? what the FUCK oh my god i am so emotional i have so many feeling ily tysm for your service 🥹 (also BIG fan of footy au. big big fan. you are incredible) THANK YOU
[bea's niece! love her! here u go]
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you’re thrilled that your parents have decided to spend a few days away in ojai at some winery aunt bea recommended, because as much as you love them, unlimited and mostly unsupervised time with your aunts is pretty much the best thing in the world.
they’d planned to take you to a cool, nice dinner at this trendy place asaad had seen on tiktok, which honestly sounded fun. plus, it’s mexican food, which is basically your favorite other than your nani’s lamb biryani. and it had seemed exciting and fun but then you had looked through your entire suitcase and didn’t love any of the tops you packed, and you want to do your makeup but you’re not that good at it yet, and usually your mama helps you, and —
you sniffle and take a calming breath, wipe the tears from under your eyes. it’s okay, you tell yourself. you can ask for help. your aunts love you, and your big brother loves you, and sometimes, of course, he teases you but not about this. never about this. if you felt bad enough you didn’t want to go out, no one would be mad at you.
you take another big breath and then put on one of aunt bea’s old t-shirts she’d accidentally left in london last year and then had laughed and told you to keep it. you walk down the stairs to your aunts’ bedroom. asaad and aunt bea are tending to the herb garden outside, and you’re not surprised to see aunt ava seemingly emptying a quarter of their closet onto their big bed. you linger in the doorway, your heart caught a little in your throat, but then aunt ava looks up and stills, then offers you a smile that always feels warm, and calm, and you don’t ever wonder why aunt bea fell in love with them.
‘what’s up, kiddo?’
you take a second to compose yourself because you really don’t want to cry; you’ve spent enough time around the both of them that you know aunt ava understands how to be patient and let you arrive at what you need to say in your own time. ‘my mama usually helps with my makeup.’
‘ah,’ aunt ava says, already excited. ‘what’s the vibe your feeling? also, what are you wearing? i can’t decide.’ she gestures to the bed with her cane. ‘as you can see.’
it gets you to laugh, a knot in your chest loosening. ‘um, maybe i can borrow one of your crops? my camo cargo pants, i think, and my new cdg converse.’
‘ooh,’ ava says, ‘love. and yes, of course you can borrow anything you want. i’m still mad you’re big enough they fit you, but i’ll forgive you. growing up is better than the alternative.’
you frown at that but aunt ava doesn’t seem bothered, or sad or upset.
‘hmm. morbid. my bad.’
‘you good?’
‘i’m awesome.’ she smiles and gestures for you to actually come into the room. her hair falls in easy waves past her shoulders, longer than when you’d last seen her for eid, and it’s easy to hug her tightly, to settle into her gentle embrace, to smell the detergent that reminds you of aunt bea, and aunt ava’s subtle light perfume, and the lavender lotion you get to use every time you’re here. you know he understands, in a different way than aunt bea but in a way that matters too, that flows like water and makes you feel like you’re lifting your face to the sun, what it feels like to be bigger than what the world expects of you and your body.
your parents are the best; they’d gotten you hormone blockers immediately when you asked, and your mama and auntie had taken you shopping for pretty bras in the fanciest shops in london last month, and your dad practices your drag routines with you after football practice.
but still: people who feel it, people who know — your family, in the deepest way. you pray five times a day, in thanks, usually. blessings, you know, even now.
‘the vibe is, like, i don’t know. subtle but glitter?’
aunt ava squeezes you. ‘incredible. i’m obsessed already. maybe a glitter eyeliner?’
you relax: aunt ava loves you.
‘do you have your makeup here? i have, like, enough fun shit — uh, stuff — to cover us for any look you want, but obviously not foundation or concealer for you. but if you don’t have any, we can send your aunt and brother.’ she laughs. ‘asaad can be your skin tone match.’
'i have some makeup.' you let yourself take a deep breath, because aunt ava is happy; she wants to do makeup with you, and let you borrow clothes, and go out to a cool restaurant. it's not a duty, or because you're family — when your aunts get to help you be yourself, it makes them happy. 'but it's mostly boring.'
'the basics are very important, though.' she smiles. 'well, go grab any of yours that you want to use, then come meet me back down here. you can look through mine and use any you want. and i'm the prettiest person i know, so i can help.'
'number one?'
'way too like beatrice,' she says, 'mean. for no reason! but i'll humor you.' ava bites their bottom lip in contemplation. 'well, i met janelle monae last year. and shangela comes into my bar often.'
'you live a wild life,' you say, and aunt ava laughs. 'so, third?'
'yeah,' she confirms. 'well, fourth, maybe.'
'who's third on the list, then?'
'you, of course.'
it makes you blush, but you turn quickly so aunt ava can't really see. you know she knows, but, like, it's fine. whatever. maybe she's the prettiest person you've ever seen and she's kind and funny and smart and owns her own bar, but she's also your aunt, who you've watched throw up in a bush after she drank too much champagne at brunch one time, and she always falls asleep on aunt bea's shoulder when you go to a movie. there's no reason to be embarrassed, and there's also no reason, you remind yourself, to not want to feel pretty.
you get your setting spray and foundation and concealer and their respective brushes, and then aunt ava shows you through a lot of makeup. you don't think you'll ever want to own this much makeup in your entire life, and it's kind of funny because aunt ava doesn't really wear much most days, but she just — she loves it. she loves sharing with you, and explaining why she got stuff that doesn't really make sense, and eventually you pick out a gold eyeliner to use. aunt ava makes sure not to cover your freckles completely when she helps with your foundation, and then, when you try to do the eyeliner yourself and mess it up, she hands you a makeup wipe without any judgement or impatience.
you finish with some mascara, and you sit and talk and listen to music in the background while aunt ava does her own makeup. she lets you pick out any crop you want, and she decides, after a fair amount of deliberation, on a sundress that you know is aunt bea's favorite on her. gay, you think, and then say aloud because you're sure aunt ava will appreciate it. and she does: she laughs, and aunt bea kisses her after she knocks on the doorframe and then smiles softly when she sees the two of you.
'you both look amazing,' she says. 'asaad has already freshened up, so i just need to change, and then we can go. i'm confident it we leave in ten minutes, we'll make our reservation time.'
'what if we left in twelve minutes?' aunt ava asks.
aunt bea just ignores her and walks to their closet and lightly closes the door, which seems to delight aunt ava. she snorts.
'love her.'
'you guys are weird.'
'just wait until you have a partner or partners. if you're doing it right, which i'm sure you eventually will, because you're the best, it's all just the best kind of weird.'
they're right, you know. you get to be surrounded by all kinds of love and you've always gotten to see it every day. but still, when aunt bea walks out in tailored slacks and loafers and a loose linen button up with intricate stitching, a little mascara on her face, her hair with a few strands of silver in it now, less than your dad's but mostly the same — you can breathe in another way. you have the careful way your mama helps you wash your hair every week when you told her you wanted to grow it out, and how she always takes you with her to get your threading done together; you have your dad's genuine joy whenever he takes you to women's football matches, and the way he cries at shows with queer storylines that end happily; you have your brother and the way he always, always, makes sure his group of friends never misgenders you — ever since you came out, none of them have treated you any differently at all; you have aunt ava, whose identities are as big and open and exuberant as she is.
and you have your aunt beatrice, you smiles sincerely and, of course, notices your eyeliner. she taught you how to shave your legs when you were too nervous to ask your mama, for whatever reason that seemed confusing at the time in your head. she plays tennis with you and she's never mean but she also never lets you win; if you ever beat her one day, it will be on your own merit. you're pretty sure she could literally kill someone twice her size with one hand, but she has never been anything but gentle toward you, your entire life.
she tucks a pair of sunglasses in the V of her shirt and puts on one of her fancy watches with a thick band. she smiles at you. 'ready to go?'
'mhm. i'm hungry.'
she kisses aunt ava's temple and then puts a gentle hand to the small of your back, ushers you out of their room and to the foyer where asaad is waiting on the couch. it's still warm and sunny and gorgeous. aunt bea makes sure the front door is locked and then takes one last look in the mirror. this smile is all for herself, one you've had so many times, one that, on her, lights you up from the inside. she fluffs her hair and then nods, and you get it, unspoken: she must like who she sees looking back at her.
when she sits on your bed later that night, after you've all eaten more than your fair share and aunt ava had done a lot of moaning over some shishito peppers, after she'd driven everyone home and you had all changed into pajamas and watched half of a movie while she and aunt ava had a glass of wine — you curl into her hip and put your head on her lap.
you want to thank her — for being who she is, for being part of your family, for loving you — and everyone she cares for — in this quiet, stoic, unrelentingly gentle way. but you're sleepy, and you don't want to cry. she runs a gentle hand up and down your spine.
'did you have a good day?'
'yeah, aunt bea.' you think of the beach and aunt ava's laugh and your brother's gentle insistence that he hold every door open for the three of you; how good the food was and how you'd seen bella ramsey at a table and asaad had blushed so hard you had laughed. you think of the quiet way aunt bea had gotten aunt ava her medications in the morning at breakfast, a kiss to the top of her head. a long, long life together. a home, with you included, in any way you want. 'i had the best day.'
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canyousonicme · 1 month
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Cast announced for "The Other Boleyn Girl" stage adaptation
The show features in Chichester Festival Theatre’s new season
As part of its upcoming 2024 season, Chichester Festival Theatre will present The Other Boleyn Girl, adapted by Mike Poulton from Philippa Gregory’s novel.
Gregory’s novel is set against the backdrop of Henry VIII’s court, where Mary Boleyn finds herself entangled in her family’s quest for power as Henry’s mistress, while her uncle schemes to place her on the throne amid Queen Katherine of Aragon’s inability to produce a male heir. However, Henry’s attention shifts to Mary’s sister, Anne.
The cast includes Jacob Ifan as William Carey, Kemi-Bo Jacobs as Queen Katherine, Alex Kingston as Lady Elizabeth, Peter Losasso as Francis Weston, Freya Mavor as Anne Boleyn, Lily Nichol as Jane Parker, Lucy Phelps as Mary Boleyn, and Andrew Woodall as the Duke of Norfolk. Chris Green and Sarah Harrison provide musical accompaniment.
Directed by Lucy Bailey, it runs from 19 April to 11 May at the Festival Theatre. Joanna Parker serves as the designer, with Chris Davey handling lighting design, Orlando Gough composing the music, Beth Duke managing sound design, Dick Straker overseeing video design, and Ayse Tashkiran as movement director. Susanna Peretz takes charge of wigs, hair & make-up, and Ginny Schiller CDG handles casting.
Book tickets
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steinwayandhissons · 9 months
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something im obsessed with about miles’ music (and especially change the show) is the sheer number of references to other songs he makes, including his own - these are the ones i could catch, some may be quite dubiously linked/coincidental but i love discovering all the lyric parallels, please let me know if there are any that ive missed
tell me what you’re feeling (cts 2022)
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silverscreen (cdg 2018)
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(also science fiction 2018 - arctic monkeys that was released in the same year as coup de grace - i discovered the parallel recently and went insane)
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adios ta ra ta ra (also dancefloor reference?) (cts 2022)
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don’t let it get you down (cts 2022)
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don’t let it get you down (cts 2022)
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cold light of the day (cdg 2018)
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don’t let it get you down (cts 2022)
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come closer (cott 2011)
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nothings ever gonna be good enough (cts 2022)
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peaches - the stranglers (1977)
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adios ta ra ta ra (cts 2022)
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psycho killer - talking heads (1977)
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tonight (dfwya 2013)
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come together - the beatles (1969)
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first of my kind (dfwya 2013)
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higher ground - stevie wonder (1973)
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better than that (dfwya 2013)
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four letter word - beady eye (2011) (which miles has posted about on insta)
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cry on my guitar (cdg 2018)
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the hellcat spangled shalalala - arctic monkeys (2011)
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loaded (cdg 2018)
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the element of surprise - the last shadow puppets (2016)
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paint it, black - the rolling stones (1966)
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killing the joke (cdg 2018)
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cole porter - you're the top (1989)
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looking out my window (b side 2012)
Waiting for that little brown eyed girl, she's coming back
brown eyed girl - van morrison (1967)
My brown eyed girl, you my brown eyed girl
la five four (b side 2018)
I was out of control, I was here for the roll
out of control (dfwya 2013)
But we'll rock as we roll, rev the engines and go, let's get out of control
la five four (b side 2018)
With your fingertips calling on the back of my spine
rearrange (cott 2011)
Magic from your fingers tingles down my spine
this is most likely not a reference but i like the parallels
the wonder (omb 2023)
Seeping on my wishing list, momentary bliss
momentary bliss - gorillaz (2020)
We could do so much better than this, mausoleum faces and momentary bliss
and of course telling the future
adios ta ra ta ra (cts 2022)
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one man band - to be released... (2023)
also this is quite dubious but i found it funny so...
adios ta ra ta ra (cts 2022)
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hot n cold - katy perry (2008)
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special mention to telepathy (not necessarily a song referenced) (cott 2011)
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i love the reference to the little flames <3
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nightingcle · 3 months
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THIRTY-THREE years on the planet and ten since Tatiana's been in the modeling industry, but last week was the first time she'd entertained the idea that maybe, this career wasn't for her. What was she doing, anyways, managing nepo-baby talent, whose parents were wealthy enough to buy them a shiny new modeling contract with Flash, but never quite enough social capital to get them on the runways, like they wanted? All they did was complain and squack in her year about how they'd overslept and missed their casting for catalog, because god forbid they appeared on a Forever 21 billboard and not on January's issue of Vogue. " Cassie — Ali Strickoff did Forever 21, and Cora-Lee Ang — or wait, did she do Urban Outfitters— " It didn't matter. To Cassie, it was Chanel Resort or bust, and was she working for them or for her? Tati had to bite her neither, I fucking work for Flash Model Management and I can fire your bulimic little double-zero ass whenever I want, and placated with her usual noncommittal hums of agreement as she shuffled over to the 28th St, dreading the mess that waited for her in the Upper East Side. No doubt Cassie had let the lettuce and midnight Chinese takeout containers rot in her fridge, and it'd be up to Tati to clean it out. All while Cassie ranted, and she'd be left wondering how it was that an 18-year-old brat could live in a two-bedroom loft in the UES while she was left to rot in her little Murray Hill studio, amongst all the midtown trash. It was all a tragedy, really. She used to share a place with her ex, Caio, and together, their measly NYC salaries managed to pay for a sweet little one-bedroom in the Village — it did stink of sewage, and she'd find the occasional rat crawling through her trash, but she loved the place to pieces. There was so much energy and creativity and art, but she knew it was only a matter of time. They'd been on the rocks for ages; Caio had wanted a family, and Tati had, for the fifth time, regained her motivation to work, and make something out of those little seventeen-year-old brats. It took a weekend away in Paris for her to come back to a half-empty apartment and a goodbye note, and then another whole week to realize that he was serious about leaving her. That was three years ago, and she wondered now, if she'd taken up the offer to go back with him to Sao Paolo, she'd have a sweet little child now. She'd have a husband. She'd be a mother. The thought was enough to put a chill down her spine. Tati always considered herself a bohemian, what with her low-rise archival Gucci jeans and outlet Margiela tops. If she became pregnant, god forbid, goodbye everything she'd ever owned. Her secondhand Bellini couch would no doubt be replaced by some Ikea monstrosity, and her teakwood shelves would be strewn with flashy FisherPrice blocks and Made in China plastic crap. She'd seen too many women, even the coolest it-girls succumb to the monstrosity of motherhood, laughing away wet baby burps on their cashmere and milk-stained CDG tops. Dear god, the more Tati thought about it, the more she felt sick. The R shook with the shuffles of locals and tourists alike, the smells of Santal 33 wafting in with the tourists munching on street kebabs. It smelled like diapers and shit, mixed in with morning breath spittle, and she bolted up from her seat, clutching her purse as she pushed past, tumbling out of the train and over the first trash can she sees and vomits her lunch of Sweetgreen and espresso, burnt rubber and piss covering whatever disgusting odor emanated from her. She breathed out, standing up as she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her coat, trying not to look at the tourists eyeing her like an alien with three heads and plopped down on the bench, pawing through her purse for the TicTacs she knew she kept for emergencies.
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bomikalover · 7 months
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"Puree Passion"
here's the other two chapters!
Chapter 2: Paris avec Becky (Paris with Becky)
Bose walks into the CDG Airport after a 15-hour flight, taking a second to stretch himself out. Even though he was in first class with the seats that turn into beds, he couldn’t find comfort fitting all 6 '3 of him on those average-sized plane beds. As he finished his stretch, his eyes caught the young brunette standing near the bag claim. With searching green eyes and a small sign saying “Welcome Bose!” in her hands. He walks up to Becky without her noticing as she stares over the other way. Bose taps his friend's shoulder, her turning abruptly. 
“Rebecca Nicole Butler, we meet again.”
“Call me that again, and you're sleeping on the streets.”
The duo laughs, embracing each other. Bose hasn't seen Becky since she moved away 2 years ago. She hadn't changed much, her hair was longer, and she didn't have braces anymore, but everything else was basically the same. Bose, on the other hand, had doubled his height, had a broader build, and had a deeper voice. The duo breaks their hug.
“So, how has Swellview been without me?”
“I've been so bored. You know, with school, my parents, and Danger-I mean other stuff. I just haven't had time to really have fun.”
“Aww, you still haven't made any friends?” Becky teases.
Bose scoffs while grabbing his bags from the baggage claim.
“Actually, I have 3 friends, best friends, to be exact.” Bose claims.
“Oh really, what are their names?”
“There’s Miles; they’re the funny one, Chapa; she’s the angry one, and then there’s Mika-”
“Mika? Mika Macklin? The Mika Mouse?” Becky questioned.
That’s exactly how Mika reacted to him mentioning Becky.
“Yes?”
“You didn't tell me you were friends with her!”
“You never asked.”
Becky rolls her eyes while grabbing one of his suitcases. They start walking to the exit.
“Bose, I’m serious. I always talked to you about her.”
“You did?”
“All throughout Middle School! That girl was my academic rival.”
“Oh well, she changed a lot.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, she’s way more chill now. A lot like you, if I'm being honest.”
“If you say so.”
The duo makes it to Becky’s car, Bose getting in the passenger with Becky in the driver’s seat. 
“So, how has Paris been treating you?” Bose asked.
“c'était vraiment solitaire” Becky replied.
“What does that mean?”
“It's been wonderful!” Becky lies.
Google it.
“That's great; I was worried you'd be sad by yourself.”
“Me? Lonely? That’s funny.” Becky giggled nervously.
Bose and Becky laugh as she continues to drive to her residence.
Becky turns into the driveway of her home. Bose gawks at the sight of her humongous home. It was twice the size of his. 
“This is your house?” Bose asked.
“Yeah, but it’s only our summer house.”
“Summer House?”
“Yeah, but my mom’s house is way better. But enough about me, let's get you inside.” Becky says.
Bose and Becky grab the suitcases while heading inside. Becky opens her front door to an even more marvelous sight. Bose felt like he could break something by just looking at it. 
“Rebecca, is that you?”
Becky’s mom Rosemary turns the corner dressed like she’s going to meet the queen. She is British, after all.
“Oh, Bose, is it? I forgot you were coming today!”
“Hello to you too, Ms.Rosemary.”
The mother looks thrown off as Bose smiles politely at her.
“It's Butler.” Rosemary corrects.
“I'm sorry?” Bose questioned.
“It’s Ms.Butler.” Rosemary corrected once again.
Becky could cut the awkward tension with a knife, as it was so thick. So she grabs a bag and Bose’s hand while walking past her mother.
“Mom, be nice! We're going upstairs; Bose must be exhausted.” Becky said while dragging Bose up the stairs. 
The duo makes it up the stairs, entering the room at the end of the hall. It held a queen bed, two big dressers, a wooden desk, and a big flatscreen TV. It also contained a mini walk-in closet and a full bathroom. It had its necessities, but it was very barren; very obvious it was a guest room.
“So I'm guessing this is where I stay?” Bose asks while sitting at the desk.
“Yeah, sorry, it's not nicer.”
“Are you kidding? This is way better than my room!”
Becky laughs while placing his suitcase in his closet.
“Well, I'm glad. You must be tired, so get some sleep; you can worry about unpacking later.”
“See you at dinner?”
“No, duh.” Becky joked while leaving the room.
Bose plopped back on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly. It’s almost like he's forgetting something…Nah, he’ll think about it in the morning.
Mika paces back and forth in her room with her phone on her bed. Awaiting a call, or a text, a video call, a voicemail, heck, even an email! But Zada, zero, zilch, nada, nothing! Absolutely, Positively, Most Certainly Nothing from Bose! You heard her…NOTHING! Did he make it? Is he safe? Is he alive? Well, we’ll never know. Why? Because he didn't CALL HER! Was Mika overreacting? Maybe! But is it justified? Absolutely! She hasn't been able to sleep knowing Bose isn't there. She doesn't have the comfort that he can just come over to her house in the middle of the night and crawl through her window! Anyone else does that, and she sonic screams them off the roof.
“He’d said he’d call.” Mika says.
Bose wasn't one to break promises. If he said he’d call, he’d call. 2 hours later, the phone still hasn't rang. Mika was still pacing, with tired legs, heavy eyes, and an empty stomach. Mika grabs her silver Danger Force blanket, sitting Indian style on her floor, wrapping herself up in the blanket. The door opens to Miles, asking if their sister wants lunch.
“Meeks, you want lun-Oh my god, are you ok?”
The twin watched as Mika rocked back and forth on the ground. She was really going through it, and this was only day one.
“He. didn't. Call. Not once. HE SAID HE’D CALL! But he didn't. He’s probably Frenching with Becky.” Mika said spitefully.
“Okk, I think you need to rest.” Miles carefully said.
“No! I'm not moving until he calls!”
“Mika, you haven't eaten or slept, and I'm sure you have to pee. He will call, but you can't stay in one spot until he does!”
“Watch me.” Mika bets.
Miles walked right back out of the room. They knew Mika was too stubborn, controlling, and over-competitive to let someone get one over on her. Especially her own twin. So, Mika sat and waited. 20 more unbearable minutes passed before her phone finally made a noise. It was ringing. It was actually ringing! Mika springs up, forgetting all the fatigue and needs she has. She grabs her phone, ready to see the name Honey 🍯 with her favorite picture of Bose in the background. It was an image of him handing her a dandelion and telling her to make a wish; she snapped a picture of him in the act. Her candid photos of Bose were her favorite. Her smile immediately fades away as she sees Sparky ⚡with a pic of Chapa hanging upside down from monkey bars like a bat. She said, “It’s my most comfortable state, ya know, when I’m not zapping people.” Mika sighs, answering her phone.
“Where are you!” Chapa asked.
“I’m at home, waiting for Bose to call me.”
“We were supposed to go out for lunch today.”
“Shoot.” Mika whispers.
“Yeah, shoot. I knew you’d forget…Mika, I know Bose, and I know you do too. He’ll call, but you can’t just mope around until he does! Get ready and meet me at the Singing Subway in an hour. You’re lucky I love music. If this were any other restaurant, you’d have 5 minutes.” Chapa ended with a joke.
Mika giggled at her friend’s joking manner. She appreciates Chapa for trying to help her not think about Bose for a bit.
“Ok. Thanks, Chapa.”
“No problem, now go get ready!” Chapa says while hanging up.
Mika plugs her phone up, heading out of her room for the first time in hours. She will admit Miles was right about one thing, she really did need to pee.
A, now clean and energized, Mika stood outside Singing Subway. The Singing Subway is precisely what you think it is. A sandwich shop, where you go do karaoke. It was mainly a purple and white building, with a big sub sandwich holding a mic, on a sign. Mika enters through the double glass doors, spotting Chapa admiring a performance by a young girl from their school. Her name was Mileah, and she was on the basketball team with Chapa. Mika’s seen her before, obviously at all the games, but sometimes Mika will see the two basketball players leave games together. Not wanting to intrude, she doesn’t follow, but she will forever be curious about where the duo goes. Mika orders a sandwich before sitting at the table.
“She’s good.” Mika states.
Chapa flinches, not noticing her friend’s presence. “Dude! Don’t scare me like that.”
Mika laughs while leaning back in her chair. Chapa sets her eyes back on Mileah.
“But yeah, she’s great.”
Mika eyes her friend with a knowing look; Wait a minute…. “You like Mileah.”
Chapa turns around in her chair.
“What are you talking about?” Chapa questions.
“I see how you look at her; you talk about her all the time, and don’t think I didn’t see all those times you guys left together after games.” Mika explains, sitting up in excitement.
Chapa came out as a lesbian on her 16th birthday. Everyone supported her, and her mother was still coming around, but that didn’t stop her. She was genuinely happier and knew she was never alone as Miles came out as Pansexual and Non-Binary the year before. They were the first person to know about Chapa’s sexuality months before everyone else did. Miles and Chapa always had that special bond, like Bose and Mika’s, but it was different and their own.
“Damn, you and that big brain of yours!”
The brunette smirks confidently. “I’ll be damned.”
Chapa sighs, knowing she has no way out now.
“Mileah is my girlfriend. We started dating a little after I came out.”
“I knew it!” Mika cheers.
“No one knows besides you…promise to keep it on the down low? Please don’t bring back Mika the Snitch.” Chapa pleaded.
“I promise.”
“Mika, I’m not playing around, Mileah is important to me, and I want to keep it private for a little longer. Girl Code?”
Mika loved seeing the redhead be in love. It warmed her heart. She would much rather see Chapa happy than angry, so of course, she would keep her secret.
Mika smiled while saying, “Girl Code.”
Mileah finished off her performance, walking over to the girl’s table.
“Hey, Mika! I didn’t even notice you came in.”
Mika giggles. “Neither did Chapa.”
Chapa rolls her eyes while grabbing Mileah’s hand. Chapa’s brown eyes meet her blue.
“You did great, babe. And don’t worry, Miss Brainiac over here figured us out.” 
“My lips are sealed.” Mika says while zipping her lips.
Mileah smiles. “Oh, ok. Well, I got to go, but it was nice seeing you, Mika. I’ll see you Saturday, baby?”
“Yup.”
Mileah leans in, pecking Chapa’s lips and squeezing her hand before letting go.
“Later, girls.”
Mileah leaves as Mika’s order makes it to the table. Mika is quick to eat her sandwich as she hasn’t eaten in hours.
“Now that we talked about my love life, let's talk about yours.”
Mika swallowed her bite before asking, “What love life?” 
“I’m talking about your lover boy, you know, the one you cried in my arms about yesterday?”
Mika sets down her drinks.
“Chapa, nothing is going on between Bose and me.”
“Oh really? So the thought of Becky having him all to herself while being miles away doesn’t bother you?”
Mika’s blood started to boil. Becky was known for her manipulative ways, slithering her way into getting whatever she wanted. That includes people, and people includes Bose. Her Bose. The boy she once saw used his pants as a napkin since he didn’t want to get his shirt dirty. The boy she once saved from a crazy blonde sea witch who went to any lengths to make him official with her. The boy she missed like crazy, and just the thought of him with Becky makes her want to-
“Mika! You’re choking your sandwich.”
The girl looks down at her hands, seeing her sandwich squeezed out all over the table. She puts it down as Chapa hands her some napkins.
“Look at you! You’re so mad at the mere thought of Bose with Becky that you murdered your sandwich! Meeks, admit it. You like Bose.”
Mika cleans her hands while leaning back in disbelief. “I like Bose?”
“While you think about that, I’ll order you another sandwich.” Chapa voiced while walking away.
“I like Bose.”
The whole world knew Mika liked Bose, and now Mika finally, after four years did too.
Chapter 3: Le garçon oublieux (The Forgetful Boy)
Bose woke up with the sun shining through his window, last night’s clothes, and a sticky note on his forehead. He pulls the post-it note off groggily, seeing it’s from Becky. It read, “You missed dinner, sleepyhead. I better not eat Beckyfast without you or else….” Bose chuckled at his friend, still calling breakfast “Beckyfast.” Bose looks at his phone that was plugged in, thanks to Beck.
“10 am.” Bose whispers.
The teen rises out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom to freshen up for the day.
Bose sits at his desk, going through his phone after getting ready. He opens Twitflash seeing a post of Mika and Chapa at that new sandwich place that Chapa posted hours ago. It’s a nice picture. Mika looked super pretty…MIKA! He didn’t call her. Bose immediately dials Mika’s number, feeling guilter as time passes. The phone rings for a few seconds, but it feels like forever. 
Mika picks up with her camera on, wearing a pink pajama set while sitting at her desk. She looks beautiful. Well, she always does, but as the desk lamp gave her face a warm glow that only Bose could see, she looked unreal.
“Hey, Mika.”
Mika keeps her eyes glued to the notebook that she is writing in. “Hey”
“I’m sorry for not calling like I said I would.”
Mika stops writing, setting her pencil down. She sits back in her chair, arms crossed.
“I waited for hours. You promised you’d call, and you didn’t.”
“I know. I was just exhausted from the long flight and crashed when I hit the bed. I’m sorry; I should have texted you or something. Can you forgive me?” Bose pleaded.
Mika stayed silent, eyeing her best friend through her phone. His hair was slightly damp, showing he just finished getting ready. The brunette was wearing a lilac hoodie which was one of Mika’s favorites on him. Not that he knows that. Bose looked at her with his honey-brown puppy dog eyes, and Mika was folding. Mika couldn’t stay mad at him. Truthfully she never was. She wasn’t mad at him for not calling; she was scared he would forget about her once he got to Paris. But he didn’t. He called her as soon as he woke up. That alone means a lot to Mika.
Mika broke into a smile. “Of course I can.”
Bose smiled while getting up to unpack.
“So, doing summer school work, I assume?” Bose questioned.
“I must do everything I can to be immediately accepted to Harvard!”
“I know, but summer is usually for having fun, hanging out with friends, and traveling.”
“I’m having fun doing summer work, I hung out with Chapa yesterday, and we traveled all over the world when we fight crime, so I’d rather not travel.” Mika debated.
Bose laughed while putting away some of his clothes. Mika Macklin was definitely one of a kind. That’s one of the things he liked about her. She was still the girl he met at Planes-A-Plenty four years ago. Her hard work and perseverance were some of her most notable traits.
“I’m just worried that you will waste your summer doing something we already do for 5 months of the year.”
“It’s 9 months, and I’m not wasting my summer; you can learn anytime.” 
“I just want you to have fun, just like if I was there with you.”
Bose knew how overwhelmed Mika gets over schoolwork. And just for one summer, he wants her to do something in the heat of the moment and not overthink it. 
“And how do I do that? It will never be the same without you.” Mika expresses softly.
Bose stops unpacking, sitting in front of his phone. He hates being away from Mika. Both of their summers won’t be the same without each other.
“I know it sucks, but it’s only 3 months. I’ll talk to you as much as I can, and once I get back, I’m all yours.” Bose voiced.
“Really?”
“Really. I’ll even take you book shopping!”
“For paperbacks or hardcovers?” Mika asked.
“Hardcovers.” Bose replied.
“Hardcovers! Bose, you’re too good to me!” Mika jokes.
“Only the best, to make it up to you.” Bose voiced genuinely.
Mika smiles, feeling her heart flutter with every word Bose says. As soon as Mika finally acknowledges she likes Bose, everything Bose does creates butterflies in her stomach.
“And I can’t wait.” Mika stated just as genuine.
Bose was about to reply when a knock was heard on his door. 
“Bose, it’s almost noon! You can’t miss dinner, Beckyfast, and lunch!”
Mika thought she had escaped that voice. But it still comes back to haunt her. That was the voice of Becky Butler.
Bose chuckled. “Beck, it’s called Breakfast, and I’ll be down in 5 minutes.”
“Alright, I’m counting on it.” Becky jokes.
Mika heard her footsteps get farther and farther away as Bose turned back to her.
“Ok, I got to go eat. I’ll call you tomorrow to tell you how my first day went, ok?”
Mika was still stuck on Becky’s voice but managed to say...“Sure.”
“Later, Meeks.” Bose said while hanging up.
Mika was silent. Her mind focused on three things. He called Becky a nickname; she made him laugh, and how the hell she was going to keep Becky But away from Bose for 3 months while she was stuck in Swellview. Suddenly doing summer work didn’t seem so fun anymore.
Bose gets up, finally heading downstairs. He is met with Becky sitting and eating a sandwich while scrolling on her phone mindlessly. She notices his presence, putting down her phone.
“Took you long enough.”
“Sorry, the flight really took it out of me.”
“It’s ok. I’m happy you’re up now since you start your first day in an hour.” Becky stated.
“Yup, what do you do there anyway?” Bose asked.
“Well, since my mother owns the entire Hip Hop Puree franchise, I can do anything I want. So I decided to get acquainted with all the fields so I could do any job that was needed. But I mostly wait tables since I get extra money from tips.”
“Nice. What am I doing?” Bose asked.
“Working behind the bar. That includes taking orders, working the Puree Machine, and being a cashier. So I hope you studied your French because you’re going to need it.” Becky teases.
I guess calling Mika wasn’t the only thing he forgot to do.
“About that…”
“You didn’t study! I know coming to Paris was a last-minute decision, but you had at least a week to learn something, anything!” Becky stressed.
Truth be told, Bose was already occupied with school finals, but the real distraction was crime fighting. Becky doesn’t know about Bose being Brainstorm, and he’s hoping to keep it that way.
“Sorry, Becky. But you can just teach me some simple phrases, right? It can’t be that hard to learn.”
Becky rolls her eyes while scoffing, “It took me months to get simple phrases down, so for a himbo like you, I doubt you can get it down in an hour.” Becky replies bluntly.
“Ouch.” Bose expressed.
“Sorry. I just want you to have a good first day.”
“I get that. Look, I already speak English, German, Sign Language, and Italian, so I’m sure I can get some of the French phrases down.”
In disbelief, Becky squints, “When and why did you learn so many languages?”
“During Quarantine. I knew Mika wanted to spend her time learning a new language, so I decided to join her. Turns out, I learn quite fast from watching TV, so I learned German and Italian pretty easily. I thought it would be nice to show Mika and the rest of my friends that I could be smart like them. Sign Language was an extra language I picked up just for fun.” Bose explained.
Becky smiled at her friend. It was apparent that he really cared for his friends back home. But it was even more evident that he had a crush on her ex-academic rival. Becky might not have the best history with Mika, but if Bose likes her, she must be someone who makes him happy. That alone is all Becky desires for Bose, for him to remain his innocent and joyful self. And if Mika Macklin is the person keeping him that way…how could Becky ever hate her?
“Well, Hip Hop Paris is only down the street, so that gives us 25 minutes to study. Let’s hope that’s enough time to teach you how to hold a basic conversation.” Becky jokes.
“That’s enough for one episode of a French TV show!” Bose complained.
“Well, let’s hope you weren’t lying about learning fast.”
Bose was now walking with Becky with 25 minutes worth of French knowledge, and let’s just say he wasn’t confident.
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“I’m wearing a patched shirt from a Chinese indie designer Junwei Lin, CDG skirt, Lemaire croissant bag and Toga Pulla boots. I often take outfit inspiration from Japanese high school girl characters in movies and animations.”
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hiiiii im new 'round these parts and i love your blog!!!!
so i was digging around and reading up abt coup de grace and i was wondering who do we think is this ex miles wrote the album abt, like officially???? when did they break up what do we know abt their time tgt??? can u help 😭
Hiiii!
Well first of all - welcome to this unhinged, beautiful, romantic land of great music and very queer vibes ✨ (also included: lots of waiting around for something to happen, a ton of big emotions and many-a breakdowns)
Now to try and answer your question to the best of my abilities:
Officially - he's never specified. And all those "celeb dating history" sites seem to be pretty behind on his relationships (looks like Mr. Kane flies a little bit under the radar for the gossip/paparazzi crowd)
But from what I've gathered it would probably be Hannah Ware. Since they were together throughout 2016. As seen on his Instagram / a pap shot (where it's him & Hannah kissing and next to them Alex and Taylor kissing)
He shared in a CDG interview it was about a relationship that lasted around 1,5 years and was quite intense. The breakup and writing of CDG's breakup songs started in 2017.
As for what we know about their time together - I guess not much? All we have is some shots of them together or of her taken by Miles - which can be found scrolling back to 2016 on his instagram.
Personally I still haven't figured out the "perfect theory formula" for this album. And there's times I feel it's indeed kind of about a girl (=Hannah) and times I'm convinced it's all just so Alex.
Maybe it's a mix of the two?
I mean who knows, who knows. (This is the way it is around here 😅 lots of unknowns. Good luck!)
Thank you so much for the lovely words and for dropping this question here 💛 hope I helped at least a little!
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**Update**
Guess who also got called into HR yesterday for a “scents at work” concern? HAHA!
Someone in my “immediate workspace complained”. Magnificently, I happened to be wearing Shalimar EDT for this retarded meeting which I love because the citrusy vanilla stabilizes the mood and reminds you even if the world is run by and for losers, you have the choice to detach from the shenanigans and do better.
Long story short, we’re pretty sure it’s the cucked, spiritual woman of a union steward boomer who dyes his hair and refuses to retire. Anyway sucks for the poor fucker because now my other coworker and I plan on actually doubling up on fragrance. My old pagan self would hex him which I’ve done before with low IQ corporate mercenaries, but my higher self tells me he labors under serious emotional wounding, which affects his ability to spell and navigate ebook apps. He’s pathetic and trapped, and I unfortunately empathize.
You asked about my go-tos, nothing revelatory or transgressive: Lolita Lempicka purple bottle, Lulu, L’Heure Bleu, What We Do In Paris Is Secret, Tresor, Alien EDT, Lipstick Rose, Musc Ravageur, Iris Poudre, Poison EDT, Mitsouko EDT, Habanita, Mure et Musk Extreme, Chanel Misia and L’Eau No 5, Olsen Twins stuff, old but beloved baby violet cologne, random drugstore musk oils, and way too many samples of delicious bits of pieces like some of CDG and Xerjoff’s. With perfect timing my M. Micallef Royal Muska arrived last night and this morning I gave myself a glorious dousing. It perfectly suits an imperfect, failing Catholic cryptofascist.
Working in such spiritually unwell surroundings, I am understanding the intensity of non verbal communication and intuition more than I ever have. Humans are wild animals. It’s a privilege to witness, truly.
ok slay.. that’s the backlash for being beautiful.. i still need to try misia it’s compared to so many scents i love 💔 should i revisit shalimar edt? i said just yesterday after trying to will myself to love shalimar for the hundredth time that i HATE IT.. a friend once said that ur not a true perfume freak until you develop a tumultuous love hate relationship with shalimar… i’m still waiting to have the love half of that. anyways something that i always think of when i hear shalimar is how joan and peggy wore it in mad men.. it suits joan so well and i know the prop department didn’t mean anything by putting it on peggy’s vanity, she probably just got it as a gift and never wore it but i always think maybe she bought it to try and conjure up some of joan’s energy in herself before she really came into her own. i don’t think she would have identified with many perfumes until the unsexy girl boss green chypre scents came around in the later 60s. i wonder what perfume fat betty wore
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