#christy belt

[sesiondemadrugada]

The Music of Chance (Philip Haas, 1993).

[sol-flo]

i don't really do selfies but i went to the used book shop dressed like an yassified wizard, yall'd love it

[bebemoon]

look for the name: RENÉE

prada grey and black asymmetrical silk top w/ deconstructed straps, a/w 2oo3

comme des garçons black floral embroidery anglais shirred and pleated skirt w/ belted side, c. 2oo1

helmut lang black leather point-toe slingbacks w/ metal caps

stéphanie de bruijn "l'eau de sevigne" eau de parfum

{beauty & hair} christy turlington in "catwalk" (1995)

[apod]

2023 June 3

Charon: Moon of Pluto Image Credit: NASA, Johns Hopkins Univ./APL, Southwest Research Institute, U.S. Naval Observatory

Explanation: A darkened and mysterious north polar region known to some as Mordor Macula caps this premier high-resolution view. The portrait of Charon, Pluto's largest moon, was captured by New Horizons near the spacecraft's closest approach on July 14, 2015. The combined blue, red, and infrared data was processed to enhance colors and follow variations in Charon's surface properties with a resolution of about 2.9 kilometers (1.8 miles). A stunning image of Charon's Pluto-facing hemisphere, it also features a clear view of an apparently moon-girdling belt of fractures and canyons that seems to separate smooth southern plains from varied northern terrain. Charon is 1,214 kilometers (754 miles) across. That's about 1/10th the size of planet Earth but a whopping 1/2 the diameter of Pluto itself, and makes it the largest satellite relative to its parent body in the Solar System. Still, the moon appears as a small bump at about the 1 o'clock position on Pluto's disk in the grainy, negative,telescopic picture inset at upper left. That view was used by James Christy and Robert Harrington at the U.S. Naval Observatory in Flagstaff to discover Charon in June of 1978.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap230603.html

[chicinsilk]

Vogue Italia January 1988

Christy Turlington wears a pink spencer in embossed jersey, a white silk blouse, and a white linen skirt and black high elastic belt. Hats, gloves, earrings again by Valentino.

Christy Turlington porte un spencer rose en jersey gaufré, un chemisier en soie blanche, et une jupe en lin blanc et ceinture haute élastique noire. Chapeaux, gants, boucles d'oreilles encore par Valentino.

Photo David Bailey archivio.vogue.it

[kolbisneat]

MONTHLY MEDIA: March 2024

……….FILM……….

Dune: Part Two (2024) Every piece of technology felt and looked so tangible. The baby worm too! Love the tactile nature of this whole production and I hope studios take note that CG can't be the only tool in your belt. So much bigger than I imagined and just enjoyed the whole thing.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall (2008) Ages surprisingly well and a script that lets the main quartet be both funny and layered.

……….TELEVISION……….

Columbo (1.01 to 1.03) Hey I'm starting Columbo! Love that each episode is feature-length and Columbo appears fully formed right out of the gate. The sets and costumes are all so glamorous and L.A. Very excited to keep going.

Succession (2.05 to 3.04) The Kendall play at the end of season 2 felt very much like the Kendall play at the end of season 1 and while I'm still a huge fan of this series, I just hope it's not the same going into season 3 and 4.

Delicious in Dungeon (Episode 1.09 to 1.13) Great adaptation that isn't just a straight recreation of the artwork in the manga. The more kinetic/frantic moments in the animation are a nice departure and while they don't pop up in each episode, now that I'm 13 eps deep I can appreciate how they're sprinkled throughout.

Love is Blind (Episode 6.02 to 6.13) It still amazes me that anyone goes on reality tv.

……….YOUTUBE……….

Twilight | ContraPoints by ContraPoints Yes I did watch a nearly 3-hour essay on Twilight, sexual expression, and all that comes with that. And you should too. VIDEO

Instagram fatigue and the rise of 'Resentment Reels' by Taylor Lorenz While I haven't noticed this specific phenomenon, I have noticed Instagram declining as an app (both as a user trying to see anything other than ads, and a creator trying to get my work seen in between those ads). It's a bummer. VIDEO

Saltburn: The Tumblr-ification of Cinema by Broey Deschanel Every since I saw Saltburn, I've been thinking about what wasn't quite sitting right with me. This unlocked a lot of what I couldn't describe and most of it stems from the writer/director's upper class upbringing. Saltburn isn't a "take down the rich" movie, it's a horror story from the perspective of a wealthy family. VIDEO

Why Is It So Hard To Cross The Street? (& What You Can Do To Help) by Strong Towns Accidents where drivers hit a pedestrian are going up in my area so this really hit home. And for those feeling like there's nothing you can do at ground level, consider taking their course (not a paid sponsorship I'm just in real support of community-lead initiatives). VIDEO

……….READING……….

Elric of Melniboné by Michael Moorcock (Complete) After picking up the last book in this series (which I've yet to read) I figured I'd start at the beginning. Love the fast pace pulpy action and I can see how this influenced the creation of D&D.

The Man in the Brown Suit by Agatha Christie (Complete) This one would lose me for stretches but the final quarter of the book is stronger. A lot less cozy and a lot more action than I was expecting but skimming other reviews it sounds like this was written during her more...adventure-focused era. Three books deep and I have to give Christie credit that each has been a completely different experience.

Adventures of a Japanese Business Man by Jose Domingo (Complete) Always love going back to this nearly wordless epic that follows the titular Japanese business man. I love the complexity of the earliest panels and wish that could carry throughout more of the book, but it's always such a treat to discover just where each new panel will go.

Delicious in Dungeon Volume 5 by Ryoko Kui (Complete) Enjoying rereading this with shorter breaks between volumes as I certainly missed/forgot details on my first read. It's here that the story and tone shifts from light romp to a more dramatic and dangerous affair but it never loses its spot-on humour. Love those dryad pumpkins.

Ultimate Spider-Man HC Volume 11 by Brian Michael Bendis, Stuart Immonen, David Lafuente, and more (Complete) Going from some of my other comics back to this, I'm struck by just how wordy it can get. Now knowing where the story goes, it was a great idea to prime readers to the idea of Peter Parker dying even if it's not from this event.

……….AUDIO……….

Blank Check with Griffin & David (Podcast) Late to the game on this but really enjoying burning through their back catalog. Obviously started with their episode on Speed Racer as it's a near perfect film that you should watch right now.

……….GAMING……….

Oz: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The Tuesday group just killed a mayor! So the aftermath of that is going to play out over the next couple of sessions. And the Mof1 crew is investigating the aftermath of their own district-wide catastrophe and it's all looking rather suspicious!

Spot It (Blue Orange Games) I can't recommend this game enough. It's so easy to learn, rounds last maybe 5 minutes, it plays well with small or large groups of any age, and all it requires is pattern recognition and quick reflexes. Every time I've played this someone says they're going to buy a copy for themselves.

And that's it. See you in April!

[recycledmoviecostumes]

This lovely full-skirted floral dress with a v-neck and short sleeves with turned cuffs has been spotted twice over the years. It was first worn in the 2004 episode of Agatha Christie’s Marple: Murder at the Vicarage, where Rachael Stirling wore it as Griselda Clement. However, Rachael may have been a bit too tall for the dress, as a red petticoat, intentionally showing the last few inches below the dress itself, was added, along with a matching red belt to tie it together. The dress later appeared with a white belt and without the added petticoat on an extra in the 2022 film Mrs.Harris Goes to Paris.

Costume Credit: Nicholas

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[alltimefail-sims]

A Stranger-Townies Lookbook Ft. Some Notable Strangerville Locals

The locals who live in Strangerville will tell you that the blink-and-you'll-miss-it-town lives up to its peculiar name. Full of secrets, government espionage, unsolved mysteries, reclusive misfits, and an abundance of sordid stories of the past only known through word of mouth, this quaint little military town is much more than meets the eye.

Treating this as a one-stop-shop for all my Strangerville townie makeovers! All of them will appear in my story, so I wanted to highlight them. I hope you guys like this lookbook! 💕

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George Cahill - Beard + gray overlay, wedding ring, dog tags, top, pants, boots Ted Roswell - Hair + gray strands, bracelet, top, pants, boots Meredith Roswell - Hair, earrings*, wedding ring*, top*, skirt, tights, boots Jess Sigworth - Hair, earrings, necklace, hair-ties and watch, top, pants*, shoes Christie Sigworth - Beret, hair, glasses*, earrings, paint overlays, outfit, undershirt, socks, rain boots Dylan Sigworth - Hair, hearing aids*, glasses, top, shorts (07), prosthesis (+ socks), shoes* Alice Martin - Hair, earrings, necklace, ring, tattoo, knee bandages, dress*, boots Marc Eggleston - Hair, facial hair, eyebrow piercing, nose piercing* (aster), ear plugs, tattoos 1 | 2, top, pants, belt & chain accessory, boots Leslie Holland - Hair, glasses*, top*, pants, boots

-> Quick note: you'll notice I spelled Mark's name as "Marc" and that's not a mistake, I took some creative liberty there, but it's still pronounced the same. It's a small change that will make sense in the story, I promise!

Cas poses by @helgatisha and @nell-le

Anything marked with a * means it’s either from the Sims Resource, Simsdom/Simsfinds, or goes through a “host” such as AdFly.

Thanks to all the talented cc creators! @introsims, @jius-sims, @aroundthesims, @cerberus-cc, @miikocc, @simiracle, @oydis, @greenllamas, @clumsyalienn, @christopher067, @giuliettasims, @glitterberrysims, @coloresurbanos, @dogsill, @okruee, @astya96cc, @dallasgirl79, @magic-bot, @darte77, @aharris00britney, @ayoshi, @gorillax3-cc, @joliebean, @ooobsooo2, @johnnysimmer, @plumbobteasociety, @liliili-sims4, @qwertysims, @igorstory, @sunnybelloria, @daylifesims, @plushxsims, @kisica-plays, @pralinesims, @blahberry-pancake, @serenity-cc, @glimersims, @lotuswhim, @wrixie, @kiwitrait-sims, @tunayegit, @sheabuttyr, @lazyeyelids, @belaloallure3, @whisterias

[oldshowbiz]

Luchi DeJesus was one of the go-to composers for Blaxploitation music. He did the background music for Slaughter (1972), Detroit 9000 (1973), Black Belt Jones (1974), Get Christie Love (1974), and Friday Foster (1975).

[kingpreciouswrld]

soo i’m testing your miranda one shot where the reader comes home after some time away and i was thinking something like that with gwendoline??? gwen has been gone shooting for a new movie or show and tells reader that she won’t be home for a another week or so but ends up coming home earlier as a surprise

pairing: Gwendoline Christie x Reader

word count: 578

A/N: Sorry it's so short, I tried! This was actually a great idea, I'm surprised that I didn't think of it!!

It was rare that Gwen was away from home for so long, but for shooting the show Wednesday, she was shooting for 8 months in Romania. You could've gone with her but you had other obligations that kept you at home.

You guys kept in touch everyday, calling each other or texting each other what's happening. You'd always get picture texts from Gwen in her outfits and you had to say that you absolutely loved the Larissa Weems fits.

The time difference made calls hard but you'd stay up as late as it would take to hear and see Gwen. She was your light and you wouldn't miss the call for the world.

It was down to the wire when you guys started talking about being back together. You had so many things to show Gwen and you were excited to finally be in her arms again. Little did you know, Gwen was set on surprising you at home.

The next day, you called Gwen at the usual time,

"So when does your flight come in next week?"

"I'm so sorry love but Tim wants me to stay a bit longer to reshoot some scenes with Christina. Jenna got COVID so we have done extra time for redos."

You frowned, one, because Gwen wouldn't be home until later but two, because she was exposed to COVID and could get sick herself, "Is Jenna okay? Poor girl."

"Jenna will be okay darling, they're taking precautions and she's taken care of," Gwen covered her mouth piece and said thank you to her assistant who took her suitcase off of the conveyor belt.

"Okay well…how're things going over there? Was it fun in Romania? It definitely looks beautiful." 

Gwen had muted herself as she got into her cab and unmuted herself when you finished rambling, "Oh it's just amazing here darling, we should really come here together one day. You would like it here."

You hummed as you say down on the couch,"I would, wouldn't I? Also, I really love your Larissa outfits, do you think you could take some home?" You asked shyly.

Gwen smirked, "You like Larissa, hm? Well I'll see what I can do love, okay?" 

Your stomach tingled and your toes unintentionally curled at the thought of having Gwen as Principle Weems at home, "Yes babe, thank you!"

"Of course baby doll," the older woman chuckled. She muted herself again as the cab stopped in front of the house. She got out her suitcases and walked up to the front door, "Darling, there should be a package at the front door, do you think you could bring it inside for me?"

You hummed and got off the couch, "Yeah, I can go grab it real quick. What did you get?"

Gwen covered the peep hole with her hand, just in case you looked. You didn't. You opened the door to find Gwen in her lounge wear, looking exhausted but happy to see you.

"Gwen!"

You squealed in surprise before jumping into her arms. You clung to her like a koala and Gwen laughed as she one handedly moved her suitcases inside. You started kissing her neck, your hand tangled in her hair. Gwen chuckled and hummed, "Don't start anything you can't finish bunny."

You blushed and stopped kissing her neck but pulled back and gave her a soft kiss to her lips, Gwen met you halfway and kissed you back. 

"Mmm what a welcome home indeed."

[antis0cial23]

The Pride of the Navy

Chapter 3: Cap'n Mav

Summary: Training starts and he is the teacher?

Warnings: Swearing

  Quin's alarm blared in her ears, the lovely time of '5:30 am' showing on her phone. Well, if there was any day for hell to break loose, it would be today. Stress had already found a home in her bones; the unknown mission soon to be found out. Based on everyone present at the bar the previous night, this was some serious shit they were getting into, and Quin didn't know if she wanted a part of it. But here she was, getting dressed in her service khakis. Her short waves pass regulation standards to stay down, unlike Phoenix's long hair forced into a regulation bun.

Buttoning up her stiff shirt, she was dressed to head to base, although she was unsure of her body wanted to follow. Unsure of what was to come, Quin didn't just have to think of herself for this no doubt deadly mission that was to come. Someone needed to be there for when Emmelyn returned home after long deployments, take care of her when she had those hard days every Navy man and woman had. And currently, Quin was the only person who could fill that position, or so she thought. Grabbing her keys and jacket, Quin exited her home, nerves bursting with a buzz that filled her soul. Her cherry red baby rumbled to life, the hum calming in nature. Pulling out of her driveway, Quin could only think of her sister and the memories they shared.

Quin drove down the Hollywood streets, her sister in the passenger seat. Music blared on her speakers, windows down and cruising. Emmelyn loudly sang the lyrics of 'Cherry Cola' by Kuwada as they drove.

"SHE'S MY CHERRY COLA, SHE GON KEEP ME SOBER" Em sang, enjoying the music. The only thing Quin could do was smile. Emmelyn had just turned eighteen, Quinlan twenty-eight. Maybe they weren't fully related, only half-siblings by their mother, but Quin would do absolutely anything for her. Like driving almost a full day from Corpus Christi, Texas to Los Angeles, California just so Emmelyn could go to the Cali beaches she grew up on before she made her way to college.

Quin felt terrible making her move her junior year of high school, but Emmelyn understood, and quite honestly was excited for the change. Em may or may not have had a thing for Texas country boys. Quinlan flew with the Blue Spades, enjoying the group, even though it was comprised of mostly men. Quin got her allotted time off from her supervisor, since after all, your siblings only graduate once. So here they were, rolling through California with the windows down, screaming the lyrics of 'Cherry Cola'.

"Quinlan you looser, sing the damn music instead of smiling like a fuckin weirdo." Sometimes Quin wondered where Emmelyn's personality came from, but who was she to care, she was told to sing, so that's what she did.

"Pull me to the surface, no way I deserve this. We like that you did came, I'm so glad that you came!" Quin sang softer than her sister's belting but sang nonetheless.

Quin's mind resurfaced from the depths of her memories once she reached the base and by no means was she pleased to see the North Island venue. The place was filled with memories, mainly of her fellow Top Gun graduates getting their asses kicked, but it was a fun time despite the frustration. The sense that this wouldn't be the same was disappointing, but Quin only hoped to survive what was to come. Walking through the base she saw Phoenix walking toward the female locker room, which was a, painfully, new addition to the campus.

"Cas! We're meeting in hangar 7. Admiral Simpson told me to inform the group since I was the first one here." Phoenix didn't look too enthused, but again, when did she ever. Quin just nodded in response, stepping in tune with her fellow pilot. They made their way to the hangar, which was unfortunately far from where the two were. Maybe it would've been easier to drive over, but Quin didn't mind the walk. Walking always helped relieve some of her nerves, and today? She needed that more than a caffeine addict needed coffee.

Arriving at the hangar, she and Phoenix had generally walked in silence except for the agreed expressions of curiosity. Hangman sat at a desk; Coyote next to him. Behind was Omaha and Fritz. From the time it took for Phoenix and Quin to walk, mostly everyone was already there. Bob sat across the room from Hangman, saving the seat next to him for Phoenix. Behind him was Payback and Fanboy. Harvard and Yale resided in front of Hangman, Rooster nowhere in sight. Quin took an empty seat in front of Phoenix, leaving the seat next to her the inevitable resting place for none other than the angry chicken named Rooster. ‘Oh, joy.’ Was the only expression that graced her mind at the predicament. Rooster joined the crowd, almost late and looking a little hungover. All Quin did was continue her quiet conversation with Phoenix and her wizzo.

"Attention on deck!" With speed, everyone stood. Admiral Simpson and Rear Admiral Bates walked into the hangar, Hondo following suit.

"Morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated." Admiral Bates’ voice was firm, just like any other Navy admiral. He glanced around the room, taking in the pilots before him. "You're all Top Gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best. That was yesterday." Quin already knew this was gonna be a pain in the ass mission, aside from the glaringly obvious sense of danger that unconsciously haunted every word, hanging in the air like a thick sickness.

"The enemy's new 5th generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage." At that moment, she was sure every single aviator in the room had the same thought. Oh. Shit.

"Success... now more than ever, comes down to the man- or woman, in the box. Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve." Nothing wrong including a friendly competition, right? Quin could only sigh, knowing none of the competition was going to be taken lightly. Somehow, the Admiral was still talking.

"Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary. He is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you may very well be the difference between life and death." Admiral Bates paused, what a way to hype a man up.

"I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Callsign-Maverick." Quin's whole body paused as her mind slowly, probably too slowly, caught up. ‘Oh, holy mother of God, help us all.’ She glanced back, seeing him make his way up the center aisle of desks. Rooster had turned to face away from the aisle, looking towards the open garage-like doors of the hangar, Quinlan seeing his shift from the corner of her eye. Something was going to break. Either a person, mentally or physically still being decided, a plane, or an inanimate object that took the frustration from the grudge-holding chicken. Maverick cleared his throat, his unsure body language speaking volumes.

"Morning..." This was going to be painful. "The F-18 NATOPS" He semi-shakily held up the manuals, "It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I'm assuming you know the book, inside and out." Maverick looked expectantly at the fliers in front of him. Some shouted yeses, some affirmative noises. "So does your enemy." And with that, the hollow thud of the manuals going into the trashcan to his left echoed throughout the hangar.

"Here we fuckin’ go…" Quin whispered, mainly to herself, but she saw the slight nod Rooster gave. Maybe things weren't as bad as she thought.

"But what the enemy doesn't know... is your limits. I intend to find them. Test them. Push beyond." As much insecurity as he held in the beginning, he wasn't doing too bad now. But having Maverick training Top Gun graduates, only so many rules and regulations could be followed without complete disregard.

"Today we will start with what you only think you know. Time to show me what you're made of." Maverick's small grin was easily seen by Quin, which only made her worried about what he had in store. And so, they were off. Phoenix and Quinlan off to the female locker room, the rest of the cocky Aviators to the men's.

"There ain't no way in hell this is going to go well." Phoenix spoke once they were behind the closed doors of the locker room. Switching from her service khakis to her flight suit, Quin one hundred percent agreed, nodding at Phoenix’s statement.

"Especially with..." Quin just shook her head and exhaled, she stopped herself, not wanting to share Rooster’s business.

"How are things in that... department?" Phoenix asked lightly, not really wanting to upset her friend, assuming Quinlan meant Rooster.

"Being honest? No fucking clue." And that was the end of that conversation. Quinlan patted her pocket, making sure they were still there.

"Still?" Phoenix's voice sounded sad, maybe a hint of pity, but Quin expected it. She nodded, pulling out the chain that held one of Rooster's dog tags and one of hers. She never flew without it, even now. God knows what Rooster did with his, even more so since it was his idea. Placing them back in her pocket, she and Phoenix headed back to the hangar.

Once back at the hangar, the 'teams' were decided. Team one was Payback and Fanboy, wingman: Rooster. Team two Harvard and Yale, wingman: Casper. Quin, not overly enthused about being wingman to the pair, just nodded at the grouping. Team three was Phoenix and Bob, wingman: Hangman. Quin and Phoenix locked eyes, almost making Quin laugh at the dead look in her fellow teammate’s eyes. Team four was the remaining three aviators, Omaha and Fritz, wingman: Coyote. With the teams decided, Team One went to their aircrafts, while the rest gathered around the radio in the green room.

"Good morning, aviators. This is your captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighter maneuvers. As briefed, today's exercise is dogfighting. Guns only. No missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of five-thousand feet. Working as a team, you have to shoot me down. Or else..." Maverick's voice crackled over the radio, his cocky pilot attitude shining through like no other, forcing Quin into an involuntary eye roll. Gotta love pilots...

"Or else what, Sir?" Quin could almost feel the idiocy coming through Payback's voice.

"Or else I shoot back. If I shoot either one of you down, you both lose." Maverick's smile was evident in his words, these boys were in for it now.

"This guy needs an ego check." Hangman spoke, almost as if he was the one going to give it to him.

"No more than you, pretty boy." Quinlan was quiet, only the people she wanted to hear, hearing her statement.

"Oh, so you think I'm handsome?" His smile was accompanied by annoyingly white teeth.

"Not so fast, Ken Doll." A very unamused expression fell onto Quin's face. This man was gonna drain the life out of her. And that's when Quin heard the fucking terrificidea Payback put on the table. Whoever gets shot down first does two hundred push-ups. Quin wanted nothing else but to punch him, her arms already aching at the thought.

"That bastard..." She and Phoenix spoke simultaneously, earning an odd look from Hangman. Quin could only snort at Maverick's antics, hearing the whisper of him not wanting to get fired on the first day, and the way he flew between the two jets, ending inverted over Rooster. Quin already knew that was gonna piss the Rooster off.

"Rooster just saved your life boys, but it's gonna cost him..." Maverick was too cocky for his own good sometimes.

"Not this time, old man." The second Quin heard his rough voice, she knew something was about to go down, and by the looks of it, so did Phoenix. The two shared a look of anticipatory worry. When the beeping from their planes started, warning of low altitude, Quin could only breathe. ‘In. Out.’ She told herself. Maybe it was a plane and a person that was going to break today.

"Five hundred feet, Rooster. Pull up." Mav's voice was worried but still determined not to lose, their double cobra stunt reaching towards the ground faster and faster.

"Pull up you idiot." Quin whispered to herself, not wanting this to be the day someone had to scrape Rooster from the California mountains. She didn't want that any day, to be fair. Phoenix looked at Quin with a face like pity, but her own worry cast that ever despised look aside.

"Shit!" Rooster’s voice came through the radio, breaking the silence. She assumed he pulled up, or more so she hoped. A few moments later, Maverick called the kill, telling the team to head back to base.

"Team two, get ready." Mav knew they were all listening, and so Quin hurriedly walked to her plane. Harvard and Yale followed her to their aircraft as well, leaving Rooster to do his push-ups in peace.

"Yo, Casper." One of them called from behind. She turned, waiting for whoever spoke to continue. "Yale is the pilot, I'm the wizzo. Let's hope we fly well together. And maybe you use more words." Harvard tried joking, which Quin secretly appreciated, nodding at Harvard.

"Hope so, frat boys." Quin said to them as she reached her single-seat F-18. What were the odds the two college callsigns ended up flying together? Climbing the latter and situating herself in the seat, Quin could only hope Maverick was nicer to her than the previous wingman. She gripped the tags in her pocket while doing all the necessary checks in the cockpit. Her jet rumbled to life; the buzzing of the engines felt in her whole body. Her wheels left the runway, Yale and Harvard right behind.

"Good day, fliers. You know the objective, and the cost. Let’s get to it." Maverick was nowhere in sight, but they all knew he was close. Whether that was below them, or off somewhere hidden by the mountains, they didn't know.

"Got eyes, Uni?" A good group name for the college boys... Probably.

"Uni? Really? Are you British?" Yale chuckled at the terrible British accent Harvard put on.

"Come on, boys. Focus." They could hear how she was trying to be serious as Quin spoke. Maybe they would make a good team.

"The lady's right." Mav's voice broke through their headphones, with a crispness that could only mean he was uncomfortably close.

"When the fuck- He's right behind us, Yale!" Harvard sounded panicked at the very least.

"Breaking left, Cas!" And so, Cas did too, both planes veering left, Maverick following easily.

"Boys, when I tell you to dive, do it." Her voice was even, while her plane ever so slightly slowed. Quinlan gave the signal, the boys diving, Mav taking the bait, surprisingly. Quin slammed the brakes, then dove after the ego-inflated captain. A few seconds passed, Yale having to even out, because the hard deck was made to be listened to, the previous run having totally agreed, therefore Maverick too. Quin was still above Mav, ready to shoot.

"Cas, the fuck are you!" Yale spoke as opposed to Harvard.

"Don't worry, Ivy league." She tried to get tone, but unfortunately for her, Maverick looked up. His place abruptly turned, his course target switching to Quinlan.

"Fuck. Chang of plans. I'm bait, you're firing squad." Quin's voice betrayed her and some of her worry shone through. With confirmation from the two, Quin stayed at five thousand feet, knowing Maverick couldn't go below her but he was still on her tail.

"Y'all ready for some real flying?" Maverick's voice portrayed boredom, but he was slightly impressed as it was, they had already lasted longer than Rooster.

"Don't get too comfy, Cap'n Mav" Her slight southern accent, obtained by being around her mom and being stationed in Texas, formed around the nickname. And just like that, playtime was over. Quin quickly pulled back on the joystick, her altitude quickly rising, a few twists, making sure to fly in anything but a straight line made Maverick unable to get a good tone.

"Come on, Yale! Can't keep this up for long!" Quin enjoyed evading the captain, but it was far from easy. And she didn't want to do push-ups.

"I can't get good tone, Casper! Level out and I'll be able to get it." Yales concentration was evident in his words.

"No can-do buddy, the second I level out, I'm dead. Do some cocky pilot bullshit, man!" At this point, she was getting frustrated. And then Maverick pulled up, settling behind Yale. A few curses from the boys, and Quin had an idea.

"Speed up, like, a lot." Maybe this was stupid, but maybe it would work. Maybe.

"Like, now?!" "Yes, now dumbass!" And with that, Quin replaced her plane in the place the boys just were.

"Jesus!" Mavs spoke loudly. "Saved them, but now you can’t protect them." And before Yale and Harvard could get in position, the kill tone sounded in Quin's plane.

"Well, fuck me." Quin's frustration was hard to miss,

"Not literally, boys." She wanted to curse Payback for the push-ups she was going to have to do.

"Good flying, a bit dangerous, but good. Lasted a good minute. See Hondo for your push-ups, Cas." When they reached the group, Quinlan's arms were already aching at the thought of push-ups. When she reached Hondo, he gave her a slight look of surprise. Rooster only on number one thirty-seven of his two-hundred. Quin just shrugged, getting into position next to Rooster. And so, it started. One after another, her arms already hurting at eighty. Rooster should've been done, but he kept going with Quin. She didn't know if she found it endearing, or annoying.

"Rooster, you're done. You've been done." Hondo said once again as Quin reached one fifty. Rooster, very obviously off pace and struggling, just kept doing what could maybe be called a push up. Yale, Harvard, and Hangman made their way over, and all Quin could do was groan.

"Enjoying your push-ups, babe?" In no way did Quin think they, specifically Hangman, deserved a reply, so she didn't give them one.

"Oh, come on, Rooster, you can do better than that." Yale said, foot pushing on Rooster's shoulder.

"Oh, fuck off, Uni. Lucky I saved your pathetic asses." Quin continued her push-ups, wishing she didn't save the college boy's asses'. A little surprised by her words, he removed his foot but still stood close.

"Leave it, boys." Hondo pushed them to leave, trying to get them away. The second they were out of view, Rooster collapsed, chest on the tarmac. Quin had just reached two hundred, thank god. She put her knees down, sitting up. She looked up at Hondo, nodding as he glanced at Rooster. She just confirmed this was indeed normal. Without words, she waited for him. He knew she was there, but he didn't show how he felt about it. He saw the chain peeking from her pocket, and he knew exactly what it was. That alone was enough to make his heart hurt. After all, it was his fault.

With pained arms, he got up, leaving Quin sitting, or so he thought. The little jingle of the bell on her necklace gave away her position, walking close behind him. But again, no words left her. Just the small ringing of the bell as she stepped. Oddly, it was comforting, nostalgic. When they reached where they had to go separate ways, she left a hand on his arm. Quin just stared, eyebrows furrowed, almost as if asking him if he was good. Which, of fucking course he wasn't, and she knew, but hey since when was Rooster vulnerable. He looked, for what felt like a little too long, at her blue eyes. The same care in them that was there during their first run at Top Gun, at least until he was an idiot. He huffed out a breath and turned away, but to Quin that was enough of a response. In no way, shape, or form was Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw okay. And in the following days, everyone was going to know one way or another. But till that day comes to fruition, Quin was going to enjoy a nice, long, soothing shower after the training, if one could even call it that, they endured.

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[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Straight to the head

Gwendoline Christie x sister!reader

Summary: after an honest mistake Gwendoline won't let it down

Warnings: fluff, purely platonic

"So Y/n you're Gwendoline's little sister, what's that like?" both Gwen and I looked at each other confused "little?" I asked "younger" he explained before Gwen belted in laughter "I- I'm two years older than Gwen, I'm just short (5'5)" I whined.

My sister almost fell off her seat beside me "oh god, I'm so sorry" he quickly apologised "it's fine, I'm honestly used to it" I laughed softly albeit forced.

"So little sister, what do you want for dinner?" Gwen asked rummaging through my kitchen "so the options are takeout, give me a minute while I go find the kid's menu somewhere" she teased. "Gwen. Please shut up before I shove my foot so far up your butt you'll taste my toe jams" I warned covering my face with my arm "oh what foul language and such big threats for a little baby, a grouchy hangry baby, yes she is" Gwen cooed pinching my cheeks.

"5"

"Big number for an itty bitty baby"

"4"

"She knows how to count, I'm so proud" she wiped away a fake tear quickly

"3"

"Nearly there bubba"

"2"

"Aww look how cute you are!"

"1"

I glared up at Gwen who hadn't stopped pinching my cheeks

"run?"

"run"

[mygreatadventurehasbegun]

One Dress a Day Challenge- Part Two!

Anything Goes December

A Midsummer Night’s Dream- Gwendoline Christie as Titania

This was such an interesting production of Midsummer...I was able to see it while it was streaming during lockdown, and it was a ton of fun!  They re-worked the show a bit, and so instead of Oberon using the flower on his wife...Titania uses it on her husband, and Oberon falls in love with Bottom!

The dress she wears in the show is absolutely stunning.  I love that shade of green on her and the embroidered flowers are beautiful, especially in how they are offsetting the one shoulder top.  And it’s really cool how the go from being embroidered on the bodice, to hanging at the waist, like a belt.   And the volume of the skirt and train really emphasizes her height and makes her so regal and powerful.

[hifuminto]

Have you see new Hypnosis Mic A.R.B? Part 1

Man i didn't play this game but i suddenly invest with these game after seeing their recent event called "Detective Six Part 1".

Sorry for my Bad English and writing, I am not native speaker and I don't really understand how to write bcos my dyslexia but I really want to make this long post bcos I really exicted! Here we go!

So this event is now about Badass Temple and Fling Posse Cosplaying as some detective to solve mystery. If i am not mistaken this is not first time this game do this. I remember previously they make similar event with Sherlock Holmes's theme with Samatoki, Gentaro and Rei as characters.

I don't really understand Japanese, bcos i can only read Katakana for now. But i like detective stuff, so i will have fun to write my guest here. In the moment i saw the character artwork I recognize some of them. If i am mistaken, please inform me.

Let us starting first with Kuko's base on his card title. 【波羅夷家の一族】 is pretty similar to a Japanese novel name 【犬神家の一族】 or in English title The Inugami's curse.

Kousuke Kindaichi is detective created by Seishi Tokomizo. He is describe as a shabby looking young man with a short height. But have a strong observation skills and logic thinking. His character is feature on 76 novels and appearing in a numerous FIlm, Television and Stage Adaptation.

The Inugami's curse was novel written by Seishi Yokomizo, a mystery novelist as part of Kousuke Kindaichi's series. So of course I think he's cosplaying as Kousuke Kindaichi. Minus the robe but he wears the iconic hat base on the statue. I also doing google a bit and later find out the hat is also part of the costume for 2006 film adaptation. This is a neat reference!

Next is Jyushi. Jyushi card is 【アルゴξ急行の殺人】 that literaly translated in google translate as "Murder in Argo Cart". This is clearly referring to Agatha Christie's novel "Murder in Oriented Express" and who is the star of the novel? Of course its Hercule Poirot!

Hercule Poirot is one of Agatha Christie most famous character. Not much know about his history beside he came from a large family with little wealth in small town on Europe. But he's a former police officer turn into private detective who solve many mystery in his later career. Poirot operates as a fairly conventional, clue-based and logical detective. But sometimes he willingly to hide some important detail of his plan if necessaries. Another fun fact is, Poirot sometimes refer to himself in third person.

Actually before i notice his card name, I already knew he cosplaying either as Hercule Poirot bcos his outfit is pretty familiar to this detective. But i have second thought and think maybe he's cosplaying as John Watson, considering what Hitoya wearings.

But after seeing the card name. I am pretty sure he's cosplaying as Hercule Poirot! But still I am still supersize finding out about this!

And then last, the third member! Hitoya! His card is written 【医師が相棒】 which is literally translate as "Your partner is a doctor". Now who is the famous detective with doctor as their partner? That right. its one and only Sherlock Holmes!

Sherlock Holmes is a detective that no need introduction. Currently he's IS the most famous fictional detective created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle that still relevant in this age thanks to numerous modern adaptation.

Hitoya maybe the fourth person who cosplaying as the famous detective from Arthur Conan Doyle story. But I think his outfit is the closest one that similar to the legendary detective compare the other three. I mean look at the old Sherlock Holmes picture that i found as reference.

(But I do admit, maybe not his belt thou hahhaa.)

Anyway here some picture of other Detective trio wearing Sherlock Holmes's inspired outfit!

But then i think He IS the perfect choice to portrayed as the famous detective <3 he just need to put the hat on his head XD

Anyway i finish with BAT for now. I will do Fling Posse soon after this.

[divineruins00]

a demon in disguise — baby, whatchu think you know? /lyr

my son CORPUS CHRISTI. it/he is a regretevator oc. also yes the asteria song lyrics apply to his lore. it's complicated (not really)

more shit of him under the cut (if it even works this time) i just think hes neat !

textless version

concept art of him, these are slightly outdated; mostly the horn shape + belt in the first image and how the gloves work if that makes sense. also i drew his ? bodysuit thing wrong in the actual finished art it looks correct in the concept, i didnt look at my ref

aaaand work in progress dialogue for him. some of this is lore related others are just for fun and the general silly of the elevator game. that first little dialogue in quotes at the top is its entering the elevator dialogue. brief rundown of its general backstory that will be helpful:

it was created by a man named dr. D'angelo de Los Ángeles (haha clever aren't i) because dr Ángeles is gay and lonely and insane. he accidentally created a crazy fucking wild ass half robot half biological nightmare homunculus and now he's just kinda running wild everywhere. CORPUS CHRISTI speaks spanish like his creator but only in weird broken scripture. yeah this is approved by god!

last thing to note: this fucker speaks in vigeneres and base64 sometimes. Watch Out!

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue December 1986

Christy Turlington wears a navy wool jacket over a camisole and a polka dot/striped silk scarf. Slightly pleated white crepe pants. All by Chloé. Sanford Hutton sunglasses for Colors in Optics, strap, Gerard.E Yosca, belt, Ralph Lauren. Hair Kerry Warn, makeup, Sophie Levy.

Christy Turlington porte une veste laine bleu marine sur un caraco et une écharpe en soie à pois/rayures. Pantalon en crêpe blanc légèrement plissé. L'ensemble par Chloé. Lunettes de soleil Sanford Hutton pour Colors in Optics, bracelet, Gerard.E Yosca, ceinture, Ralph Lauren. Coiffure Kerry Warn, maquillage, Sophie Levy.

Photo Patrick Demarchelier vogue archive