#dazed and confused icon

[katieexoxo]

YOU ARE MINEE!! 👆

Also I made a cute mood board :)

I will die if I don’t get my hands on those boots in this lifetime.

[lightyearsandlullabies]

Back in the Dazed

[bijouxcarys]

Final two songs! This time, there’s a one week timer on the poll❤️

[himbopunk]

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june's been chaotic and ya boi's forgotten to upload any art so here we go. here's some icon comms i did from late may-june

[slavdollz4mangione]

“i’m a virgin (but this is an old shirt)” - luigi mangione x reader ✰

god bless britney spears for all those tshirts she used to wear AND my beloved @mangionebabymama for thinking of luigi wearing iconic y2k t-shirts

luigi was sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, half-heartedly button-mashing his way through a game he wasn’t even paying attention to. the sound of the front door opening snapped him out of his daze, and he glanced over just as you walked in, looking as effortlessly beautiful as ever. but then his eyes landed on the shirt adorning your chest and his jaw nearly hit the floor.

there it was, in all its bold, ironic glory: “i’m a virgin (but this is an old shirt).”

a slow, smug grin spread across his face as he paused the game and set the controller aside. “well, well, well, look who’s making a statement. is this some kind of retro fashion trend i missed, or are you just trying to mess with me?”

you rolled your eyes, dropping your bag by the door. “it’s comfy, okay? and it’s not like anyone else knows the truth.”

“uh-huh,” he stands up and sauntered over to you, his grin turning downright mischievous. “comfy, sure. but let’s be real babe, you wore this just to mess with me, didn’t you?”

“maybe,” you said, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably as his hands found your waist.

“you know,” he murmured, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear, “if you’re trying to send mixed signals, mission accomplished. but just so we’re clear…” his fingers tugged lightly at the hem of the shirt, his voice dropping to that low, teasing tone that always made your stomach flip. “i’m more than happy to remind you why this shirt is technically false advertising.”

you laughed, shoving him playfully, but he didn’t budge. instead, he pulled you closer, his smirk softening into something warmer, more intimate. “admit it, you missed me today.”

“maybe,” you say again, this time with a smile you couldn’t hide.

“good,” his lips brushed yours in a way that promised the teasing was far from over. “because i’ve got all night to make sure that shirt stays really outdated… just to avoid any confusion.”

you raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider it. “oh, really? and what if i’m not in the mood for your… reminders?”

luigi’s grin turned wicked as he leaned in, his voice a low, playful purr. “then i guess i’ll just have to be very… very persuasive.”

before you could respond, he scooped you up, earning a surprised squeal from you as he carried you toward the bedroom. “luigi!” you laughed, swatting his shoulder. “put me down!”

“nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’ with that infuriatingly cocky grin of his. “you started this by wearing that shirt, and now i’m finishing it.”

“you’re impossible,” you said, though the way you wrapped your arms around his neck said otherwise.

“yeah, but you love me,” he shot back, kicking the bedroom door shut behind him.

and as he set you down on the bed, his hands already tugging at the hem of that ridiculous shirt, you couldn’t help but laugh. “you’re lucky i do,” you said, pulling him down for a kiss.

“lucky?” he mumbled against your lips, his voice dripping with amusement. “baby, i’m about to make you the lucky one.”

[luvsizedfrellie]

Small idea of streamer Ellie..

You'd been watching Ellie stream for a bit, lounging on the bed, scrolling through your phone, pretending to be engrossed in something else. But really, you're feeling that little niggle of attention. Ellie's so caught up in her online world, bathed in the glow of the screen and..it's not like Ellie is ignoring you, not exactly. But sometimes, when Ellie gets in the 'zone', it's like you could be a piece of furniture for all the notice you gets.

And sometimes, just sometimes, you need that little reminder that you're Ellie's girl. It's a little ego stroke, sure, but it's also about feeling connected, feeling desired, especially when your girlfriend energy is poured into everything but you.

So, you push yourself off the bed, walking over to Ellie's gaming chair and then you just slide onto her lap, straddling her thighs, unbothered.

Ellie's yelped, her fingers freezing on the WASD keys, her avatar probably running headfirst into a wall in-game. Her eyes snap to met yours, wide and confused, for a split second, panic flickers in Ellie's eyes. Not because of you on her lap – gods no, she loves it when you gets all touchy-feely but because of the stream. The little red 'LIVE' icon in the corner of her screen feels like it’s flashing accusingly, she muted the mic right away.

Her mind races. Chat is going to freak. What if someone clips this? What if the haters start…the ugly voices in her head, the ones that whisper doubts about you being 'too good' for her, 'out of her league', 'she's gonna leave you for someone better', they start to bubble up. Bullshit, Ellie knows it's bullshit, but those voices are insidious, and the thought of them turning their venom on you, on their relationship… it makes her stomach clench. She wants to protect you, to shield you from that ugliness.

But you aren't giving Ellie a chance to spiral, your hands come up, framing Ellie’s face, your touch warm and grounding against her suddenly flushed skin and it pulls her back from the edge of her anxiety.

"Hey" your voice a low, husky purr that only Ellie gets to hear up close, you use your hands to gently, firmly, turning her head away from the tempting glow of the monitor, forcing her to meet your gaze. "You've been ignoring me quite a lot, sugar." Ellie's still a little dazed, her heart thumping a nervous rhythm against your own, but she's melting under your touch, the anxiety receding like a tide.

Your gaze locking onto Ellie's for just a beat longer, a silent question in your eyes. She just sighs softly, her own gaze softening, giving you all the permission you needs. You lean in, and instead of aiming for her lips like you usually does when you want to tease, you presses a firm, lingering kiss right onto Ellie's forehead, you holds it there for a moment, your lips warm and soft against her skin, before pulling back just enough to look at Ellie again.

She's completely dumbfounded, her brain is still trying to catch up. Forehead kiss? You've never done that before. It's sweet, unexpectedly tender, and incredibly effective. All the tension that was coiled in Ellie's shoulders just unravels, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that spreads through her chest.

A slow smile starts to bloom on her face, starting at the corners of her lips and spreading until it lights up her whole expression. She can't help it. She bursts into a fit of giggles, a delighted, breathless sound that fills the room. She reaches up and touches her forehead, feeling the faint dampness and the slight stickiness of your lipstick.

ᥫ᭡ cuteness overload with Ellie streaming with the kiss on

Ellie hesitating with a shy smile, then flicked the mic on. "Uh. So. That happened." her pointing at her forehead.

Chat flooding with hearts.

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Ellie stretching one last time, then pushing herself out of the gaming chair, padding towards the bed, you pushed your phone aside and opening your arms in invitation.

Ellie practically melting into the embrace, settling down on you, her head finding its natural home on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your neck.

"Objective achieved." you smiled softly.

[jastervhett]

The Return...Of Boba Fett!

(AKA The Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 6 Chapter 14: The Tragedy)

Boba Fett! Back from the dead! Back in his Mandalorian Armor & Back in business!

This episode was SO dope! Boba Fett's battle with the numerous Stormtroopers & their Transport Ships was epic! He was kicking shebs even without his Mando Armor. But when he detonated one of Din's Grav Charges on the Stormtroopers. Then landed behind that one dazed & confused trooper. And rose up slowly for that reveal. His iconic Mandalorian Armor being donned once again by its rightful owner. You knew right then and there it was a wrap for all of those Stormtroopers. Game over, man!

It was so dope to finally see Boba in action. And NOT on/ in a book, novel, graphic novel, magazine, newspaper, cartoon, evening news, comic book, computer/ video game, trading card, poster, talk show, coloring book, sticker, iron-on, public service announcement, t-shirt, pajamas, baseball cap, infomercial, the back of a cereal box, fan- made film, TV ad/ commercial, the internet, Youtube video, reality TV show or social media….

No. This WAS Official. Legit. Bonafide. On-screen. Live action. In living color. As I watched The triumphant & long-awaited Return of Boba Fett I was struck with so many emotions: surprise, elation, excitement, pride, fulfillment & vindication. And it didn't happen on some obscure series that Star Wars fans weren't paying any attention to. Boba Fett's historic comeback occurred in the spectacular Star Wars TV series The Mandalorian. During its exciting second Season. The best Star Wars TV show (at that time).

During Season 2, Temuera Morrison really brought a lot to the table playing Boba Fett. If they plan on letting Tem return as Boba in the upcoming The Mandalorian & Grogu film, I hope they let him bring that same vibe, energy, vigor, action & battle prowess displayed in The Mandalorian. Bring Back THIS Boba Fett.

I know they want to let other Mandalorian characters get a lot of attention and become popular. And there will be plenty of time for all of that. But meanwhile, they need to let Boba shine on the big screen once again. After all, Boba Fett is the reason we now have so many other Mandalorians in the Galaxy far, far away…Boba definitely is Thee Mandalorian. Thee Prime Mandalorian Template. The One that Started it All, for ALL Mandalorians. If it wasn't for him, there would not be a Din Djarin, Bo-Katan Kryze, Paz Vizsla, The Armorer, etc.

[lewisvinga]

fashion icons | zhou guanyu x fem! reader

summary; everybody thought that zhou was single until his classic paddock walks where he shows up dressed all fashionably with an equally as fashionable girlfriend and daughter.

warnings; ?

word count; 555 ( angel numbers 🤗 )

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri

note; requested !

masterlist !

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“Over here, Zhou!”

“Zhou, who is that?”

“Is that your daughter, Zhou?”

Zhou has to hold back his smile at the sudden burst of questions from reporters and paparazzi as he makes his way into the paddock with a little girl who was his carbon copy in his arms.

He was holding hands with a woman no one had seen on the paddock before. The three all had matching outfits. Zhou wore an oversized beige button-up with baggy white pants. The woman wore a long white skirt with a beige sweater top. Meanwhile, Zhou’s carbon copy wore a beige overall dress with a white button-up underneath.

With the way the young girl clung to him and the woman held onto his arm, it no doubt that it was his family. Nobody even knew he was dating someone, much less dating someone AND having a daughter with them.

“Zhou Guanyu!” Charles shouted as he saw the Chinese driver strolling by him and another group of drivers. “What the hell, mate?” The Monegasque was as shocked as everyone else. Not even the drivers knew about his family.

“Everyone meet Daiyu,” Zhou said with a smile as the shy almost 2-year-old lifted up her hand to wave at them. “She’s my daughter.” His words caused the others to emit gasps. “And this lovely woman here is-“

“Y/n L/n!” Lewis exclaimed, immediately recognizing her. Y/n laughed as the 7x world champion greeted her with a hug. “It’s been so long, hasn’t it?”

“Too long. I missed the paddock.” She responded, resting her head against his shoulder for a second.

“You had a secret family this whole time?” Lando loudly exclaimed but got shushed by his teammate.

“Mate, since when?” Max asks, feeling utterly confused. “And how did Lewis know?”

“He introduced us actually,” Y/n spoke up with a chuckle, and just like her daughter, she shyly waved at the dazed drivers. “Nice to meet you all. I’m actually a fashion designer and helped multiple big designer companies. I also helped plan out a lot of Lewis’ outfits. He introduced me to Zhou in 2019. Said we’d make a great pair.”

“And I was right!” Lewis said in a prideful tone. He then gestures to Daiyu who seemed distracted by Max’s hair. “They had an equally fashionable baby!”

Y/n laughed as she nudged her boyfriend with her elbow. “Helps when her mama is a fashion designer and her dad likes fashion.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t know anything!” Charles exclaimed, still in disbelief about the whole situation. The Ferrari driver seemed more grumpy about being left in the dark but it immediately went away as Daiyu’s focus moved to him. “She is quite adorable though. Wow, she looks just like you.”

Zhou sheepishly smiled and shrugged. “Wanted my privacy I guess. Figured it was time for the world to know the whole reason why I drive.”

“I can already imagine the headlines being about your matching outfits,” Yuki chuckled and glanced over their beige and white outfits. “Zhou Guanyu and Y/n L/n, a family of fashion icons!”

Y/n turns to Zhou with a smile on her lips, her hands fixing Daiyu’s bangs. “Guess we are a family of fashion icons, aren’t we?”

“We’ve been fashion icons. At least I don’t wear my team shirt everywhere I go.”

“Hey! It’s comfortable!”

[narraboths]

[inspired in great part though very obliquely by this iconic piece of fanart]

“You must make a good impression, daughter. And take care of the company you keep.”

She has to keep reminding herself of her father's words, to stand tall and smile, dutiful and pleasant, and not to pick at her nails. It is a royal ball, after all. The first in ten years that Lord Otto Hightower has been graciously invited to, recalled to court and to his seat on the Council. A triumphant, joyful return by all measures.

Alicent, as ever, is ill at ease.

She’s never quite gotten used to the Red Keep during the last of the old king’s reign. It’s a queer place, too young, too great, too foul already. Even now, with its great hall all illuminated, the walls reverberating with the sound of music and laughter, it feels dark, suffocating, the twisted shadow of the Iron Throne looming large on its walls. In Oldtown, there’s wisdom and piety at court, in Highgarden, chivalry and grace. Here, she’s only met with the dragonlords’ lewd, alien splendor.

And she faces it alone.

(There was, once, the princess Rhaenyra, then a scrawny, silver-haired menace. Alicent recalls brief flashes, a wide, toothy grin, her brazen tone, the petulant pout when admonished, the little bronze dragon perched on her shoulders, then later padding after her through the court. The enraptured, curious look of blue-violet eyes, listening to Alicent’s reading. It was long ago. It’s Crown Princess now, a woman grown, and wilder still than the Rogue Prince, or so the whispers that reach the Hightower from the ports say. Dragon’s blood, King Viserys is said to jest. Alicent tries to pay just as little mind to their tales as little Rhaenyra must be thinking about her. There must be graver things for the kingdom’s heir to think about than daughters of disgraced courtiers.)

Time passes slowly. Lords and ladies come to welcome her with their honeyed barbs, lordlings and squires ask for a dance and squeeze her hand too tight, all sweaty and overeager to ingratiate themselves with the newly-made Hand’s daughter. Alicent nods and listens and smiles and charms, always gentle and always delightful as her father would wish, until her cheeks hurt and her face feels like a rigid, half-cracked mask. She feels the court’s cold, prying eyes on her, knows how they must be seizing her up, measuring, judging. A good impression.

Yet there’s something else, too, a different gaze that she sometimes meets, the eyes of a lean, pale figure from across the hall, standing in the circle of a gaggle of courtiers. They follow her with such piercing intensity that she feels her face burn. (In confusion, surely. Embarrassment.)

She takes refuge by a pillar in the end, sinking into its shadow. She doesn’t even realize when she starts picking at her nails again. She only knows that suddenly, there’s blood running down her finger and she hisses in pain, almost tearing her handkerchief in her hasty attempt to cover it.

“You have not changed one bit.”

She flinches, shirks away from the unexpected company – or would, but there’s a hand wrapped around her wrist, gentle but firm, holding her in place. A laugh, low and delighted.

Alicent looks up. Her captor is the pale stranger – a youth clad in the royal red-and-black, a mess of short, silver-white hair framing a handsome face, lighting up with amusement as they watch her stammer and squirm. Not Daemon, not one of the Velaryons, certainly, not…

“I did not use to give you such fright.” They grin at her dazed stare, mischievous and eerily familiar, squeezing Alicent’s hand carefully, pressing the handkerchief just tightly enough against the bleeding scratch. “Not just by seeking you out, that is.”

“Rhaenyra.”

The name is half-sighed, half-choked. The world is spinning. There is so little of the bony, bratty child she once knew in the princeling – princess standing now in front of her, half a head taller than Alicent, wide-shouldered, dashing, that Alicent can hardly believe it. But the princess is smiling even wider now, all bright, brash joy, and that sight itself is more achingly familiar than any superficial mark.

“The Hand has hidden you from us for far too long. I could not yet ride Syrax when you went away, do you remember? She’s large enough now to saddle two.” She’s holding Alicent’s hand, still, drawing it closer to her, close enough that Alicent’s knuckles brush against the buttons of her doublet. It is not strange, surely, the Crown Princess talking to the daughter of the Hand like that. No-one should think that unseemly. “I hope your father does not mean to deprive our court from your presence once again. I should take very dim view of it.”

Her gaze is warm still, but her tone drops strangely deep, enough to make Alicent shiver. She casts down her eyes.

“My father has meant no offense, Princess.”

That earns, startlingly, only a scoff.

“None of that, my lady of Hightower. You know me.”

Alicent’s face burns. “I’ve known you once.”

Rhaenyra lets go of her hand. Alicent’s heart sinks, for a second – then Rhaenyra’s fingers wrap around her chin, instead, tilting her head back ever so slightly, gently, until they are eye to eye once more.

“You will know me again.”

[vintage-tigre]

Director Richard Linklater and first time actor Matthew McConaughey photographed together while filming Dazed & Confused, 1993

[cloudninetonine]

When you wake up that morning the calm atmosphere you'd been expecting is far gone- no, you hear yelling and cursing, pacing of men and the cogs of wisdom brushing off the dust in the heroes brains as they work overtime- and for what exactly?

Turning over, you finally come face to face with the problem-

A boy no younger than 9, hunched just by your face with eyes of Azure that you know oh so well- bright blonde hair hidden under the iconic green hat and dressed similar to the children of the Lost Woods. His expression curious as he watched you blearily blink, confused and still dazed.

"Your ears are weird." That's the first thing spoken from the younger hero of Time as he tilts his head. "Did someone clip them?"

....You turn back over after a few seconds.

"Nah, not today."

[bodyswap005]

Body Swap in Hollywood

Diego had been auditioning for movie roles for years, always hoping for that one break that would make him a star. But reality was harsh—he never landed any part. Each rejection hit him harder than the last, and his next audition would be his final chance. If he didn’t make it, his parents would force him to return to his small hometown, where dreams of acting felt impossible.

But this casting was different. A new movie starring Brad Pitt, his idol, was being shot in his city. That gave Diego hope. If he could get even the smallest role, he might seize the opportunity to learn and maybe, just maybe, become someone in the industry.

The day of the audition came, and Diego nervously but excitedly delivered his monologue with everything he had. In his mind, he was doing great. But the harsh reality struck when the casting director instantly rejected him.

Heartbroken, Diego stepped outside, tears filling his eyes. This had been his last shot. He sat down in a corner, closed his eyes, and let the despair wash over him. But suddenly, a woman’s voice pulled him out of his sorrow.

“Mr. William Bradley Pitt?” the voice asked.

Diego opened his eyes, confused. The room around him seemed to change, as though time itself was rewinding to the 1980s. He looked around, noticing how the walls and decor looked like something out of that era. Everything had a surreal, dreamlike quality.

“Excuse me, Mr. Pitt,” the voice repeated, “I just wanted to inform you that you’ve been cast in 21 Jump Street. Congratulations!”

“Wait, me?” Diego responded, not recognizing the voice that came out of his mouth. He touched his throat, startled by the unfamiliar tone. What was happening?

The woman smiled and left, leaving him in a daze. Desperate for answers, Diego looked for a bathroom. As he wandered the halls, he realized that everyone around him was dressed in '80s clothing. At first, he thought it must be a film set for a period piece, but something felt off.

Finally, he found a bathroom and rushed to wash his face. But when he looked into the mirror, he froze. The reflection staring back at him wasn’t his own. It was the face of a young Brad Pitt—blond hair, blue eyes, and the same age as Diego, 23.

“What the hell…?” he whispered, stunned.

His mind raced. Had he switched bodies? Had he traveled through time? Now, somehow, he was Brad Pitt, the rising actor at the start of his career. Diego couldn’t believe it, but soon realized that this was his chance to become the star he’d always dreamed of being. After all, he already knew what Brad’s future held.

Over time, Diego, in Brad’s body, made the most of every opportunity. He fought for the right roles, made key decisions in Brad’s career, and ensured his path to fame was even more successful than in the original timeline. Iconic films like Fight Club and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button still became part of his career, but there were some aspects Diego decided to change.

One of the biggest changes was in his personal life. Instead of following Brad Pitt’s original romantic path, Diego chose to live more authentically. The relationship with Angelina Jolie never happened. Instead, Diego, as Brad, explored his true identity and eventually married George Clooney. His life, both personally and professionally, took an entirely different and unexpected direction.

Diego’s old life faded away. Now, he was Brad Pitt, an alternate version of the star, living a life and career he had never imagined. But in the end, he achieved what he had always wanted—to be a Hollywood star, even if it was in someone else’s body.

And, in his own way, he found happiness in this new life, in a world that would never be the same.

[ajtal]

Mr Rapp, happy birthday!

I've been working on this for literal months. I wanted it to be perfect, because today is Anthony Rapp's 53rd birthday. Here's a collection of some of his most iconic or just some of my favourite characters of his.

He's an amazing actor, singer and overall just a really great person. So, so glad I got to meet him and so proud that he's my namesake<3

I love him so, so much.

Characters are:

Paul Stamets and Mirror Paul Stamets (Star Trek Discovery), Orpheus (Stray Gods) Tony (Dazed and Confused), Daryl (Adventures in Babysitting), the traveling salesman (Trouble), Mark Cohen (RENT)

[idkifimawake]

urahara x wounded!gn!reader

bleach one shot

this is my first oneshot , sorry if it's bad

Rain was pouring against the isolated shop , oh how lucky it was for you to have found out that no one was in, not even Jinta outside practicing his iconic homerun. You stood on the wall for support , a large wound on your chest , two small cuts on your eyelids , how unfortunate was it for you to have been taking prisoner by those darn quincys. You trudged your way to the entrance of the store , or what seemed the entrance , you slipped , hitting the floor hard , dazed and confused you looked up , a familiar Stripey green hat was seen.

"Well Well , Miss Y/n , it seems I've caught you in a pickle." His voice ringing in your ears , was it his usual playful tone? you couldn't tell , everything was a blur, even your hearing.

"Dammit Kisuke , will you just help?" You mumbled, blood flowing out your mouth , he sighed, was there a look of concern in his eyes, he rested you against the wall , muttering a few kidos under his breath , a ray of bright light shone healing your wound.

Eyes dazed , you looked up at him,

"Kisuke I-" you started , before he cut you off.

"Hush y/n , I'm not done yet , don't speak until I've finished." He said sternly , before he pulled you up as he put his hand over your shoulder , supporting you as you both walked into the store. The last thing you remembered was being put to sleep.

"Goodnight My dear y/n." He whispered in your ear , before the world faded to black.

The next day everything had turned back to normal, he became the normal pervert shopkeeper that he was, maybe he does truly love you, or it was just his choice to take you in , after all he could've just let you out to die.

Need some recommendations on characters. I Do bleach, One Piece, black butler , yugioh DM , gokurakugai, mha and demon slayer, genshin impact and blue lock.

[girlsdressingrooms]

Iris Barrel Apfel, Decorator and Fashion Stylist

(August 29, 1921 – March 1, 2024) 

Ms. Apfel was one of the most vivacious personalities in the worlds of fashion, textiles, and interior design, she has cultivated a personal style that is both witty and exuberantly idiosyncratic.

Her originality was typically revealed in her mixing of high and low fashions—Dior haute couture with flea market finds, nineteenth-century ecclesiastical vestments with Dolce & Gabbana lizard trousers.

With remarkable panache and discernment, she combines colors, textures, and patterns without regard to period, provenance, and, ultimately, aesthetic conventions. Paradoxically, her richly layered combinations—even at their most extreme and baroque—project a boldly graphic modernity.

Iris Barrel was born on Aug. 29, 1921, in Astoria, Queens, the only child of Samuel Barrel, who owned a glass and mirror business, and his Russian-born wife, Sadye, who owned a fashion boutique.

She studied art history at New York University, then qualified to teach and did so briefly in Wisconsin before fleeing back to New York to work on Women's Wear Daily, and for interior designer Elinor Johnson, decorating apartments for resale and honing her talent for sourcing rare items before opening her own design firm. She was also an assistant to illustrator Robert Goodman.

As a distinguished collector and authority on antique fabrics, Iris Apfel has consulted on numerous restoration projects that include work at the White House that spanned nine presidencies from Harry Truman to Bill Clinton.

Along with her husband, Carl, she founded Old World Weavers, an international textile manufacturing company and ran it until they retired in 1992. The Apfels specialized in the reproduction of fabrics from the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries, and traveled to Europe twice a year in search of textiles they could not source in the United States.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute assembled 82 ensembles and 300 accessories from her personal collection in 2005 in a show about her called “Rara Avis”.

Almost overnight, Ms. Apfel became an international celebrity of pop fashion.

Ms. Apfel was seen in a television commercial for the French car DS 3, became the face of the Australian fashion brand Blue Illusion, and began a collaboration with the start-up WiseWear. A year later, Mattel created a one-of-a-kind Barbie doll in her image. Last year, she appeared in a beauty campaign for makeup with Ciaté London.

Six years after the Met show she started her fashion line "Rara Avis" with the Home Shopping Network.

She was cover girl of Dazed and Confused, among many other publications, window display artist at Bergdorf Goodman, designer and design consultant, then signed to IMG in 2019 as a model at age 97.

Ms. Iris Apfel became a visiting professor at the University of Texas at Austin in its Division of Textiles and Apparel, teaching about imagination, craft and tangible pleasures in a world of images.

 In 2018, she published “Iris Apfel: Accidental Icon,” an autobiographical collection of musings, anecdotes and observations on life and style. 

Ms. Apfel’s apartments in New York and Palm Beach were full of furnishings and tchotchkes that might have come from a Luis Buñuel film: porcelain cats, plush toys, statuary, ornate vases, gilt mirrors, fake fruit, stuffed parrots, paintings by Velázquez and Jean-Baptiste Greuze, a mannequin on an ostrich.

The Museum of Lifestyle & Fashion History in Boynton Beach, Florida, is designing a building that will house a dedicated gallery of Ms. Apfel's clothes, accessories, and furnishings.

Ms. Apfel’s work had a universal quality, It’s was a trend.

Rest in Power !

[wonyowonyo]

Straightforward - 𝐈𝐈𝐈

"Y/n-sii... Why do you like me?"

Y/n only stared at her, he was not surprised by her question but instead looked like he was expecting it. He'd blink slowly as he clasped both of his hands.

"I don't think you remember this... but when we had just started school here..."

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Y/n strolled through the school hallway with stacks of paper in his arms. He had volunteered to help a teacher with a chore and was on his way to the faculty's office.

As he continued on minding his business, a student was sprinting in the hallways and accidentally bumped into Y/n causing him to fall in his butt with a thud. The papers he was carrying would scatter in the hallway.

"My Bad!"

The student who bumped into him gave a half-hearted apology before quickly running off, seemingly in a rush. Y/n immediately got back into his feet as he diligently picked up the scattered papers on the floor.

A hand would suddenly appear and pick up a paper in-front of Y/n, which prompted him to look up.

He was greeted by the sight of an angel, It was none other than Kim Minju.

Y/n remained dazed as he watched Minju help him pick up the scattered papers. While continuing to help Y/n, Minju would tuck her hair before looking at Y/n which caused the boy to snap back from his dazed state as he quickly apologized before going back to picking up the papers. "Oh... I'm sorry."

Y/n muttered another apology for making the girl help him with the mess. Minju raised her eyebrows, confused.

"Why are you sorry?"

The confusion from Minju caught Y/n off guard. "What?"

"The guy bumped into you, You didn't do anything wrong."

Minju said firmly.

"Also if you were to tell me 'Thank you' instead of 'Sorry'. I'd be a lot happier.

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Y/n was quite surprised by what Minju said. Looking at the smiling girl in-front of her, Y/n studied her facial appearance. He quickly realized what he was doing though as he hastily averted Minju's eyes and looked away. "Thank you so much."

Finally picking up the final paper, Y/n expressed his gratitude to the girl who helped him. For Minju, showing acts of kindness to people had been very common for her to do. Due to her innocent visual and angel-like personality, she was dubbed as "Minju Angel" by the students.

Minju's aura glimmered as she continued to flash her iconic smile that lighted up those who've seen it. The fact that Minju went on her way to help Y/n was a thoughtful action from her and her smile, her damn smile caused Y/n's heart to flutter instantly. That small interaction Minju had sparked something inside of him.

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"Since then, my eyes.. have always been following you."

Y/n was looking at the wall in-front of him while he re-tells the small interaction between them. Minju might've forgotten the interaction and it was understandable, but Y/n certainly did not. How could he forget the moment that he fell down the rabbit hole of Minju.

"And it was then that I thought I was attracted to you." Y/n clasped his hands tighter as he slowly shifted his head to look at the flustered Minju. Minju, albeit flustered by Y/n's actions, did not break eye contact between them. For what felt like eternity, they simply looked at each other.

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"I like you."

Without hesitation, Y/n blurted out his feelings again. By the amount of times Y/n have said that he liked Minju, Minju would've probably not been affected by now. Though that's not the case as Minju's face became more red than it already was.

"Well, I'll be heading back now."

Y/n stood up from his seat and began walking down his way to the door of the nurse's office. Y/n would hold the doorknob before seemingly halting. He'd turn back to Minju's direction, a small smile forming in his face. "Rest well." Y/n turned the knob as he opened the door and exited the nurse's office leaving a flustered and really red Minju. Minju buried her face with her hand for a second before hugging her knees. "What was that... that's not fair."

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"Here. This is a thank-you gift for the other day."

Minju handed Y/n a plastic bag full of cookies. While handing it to him, Minju was avoiding Y/n's stares as she opted to stare at the ground for a whole moment. "Oh, these are for me?"

Y/n said as he took the gift from Minju. He looked at it and admired the gift, it was Minju's first gift for him after all. Y/n expresses his excitement and looks like a child getting a present for christmas.

"Those are cookies... I'm sorry if you don't like them."

Minju fidgets as she still avoids eye contact with Y/n, almost boring a hole into the ground. Never had she thought that she'd be standing here being all fidgety in front of Y/n, yet here she was.

"Oh no, I'm really Happy! Thank you so much." Y/n said as he smiled widely with his eyes closed, a facial expression that Minju nor her classmate have ever seen from Y/n.

'I didn't know he could smile like that.'

Minju didn't know why, but her heart thumped for a second.

"Y/n, Do you have a second?"

Y/n's classmate would suddenly call for him, shifting his attention and prompting him to turn his head behind.

"Oh, sure."

Y/n turned around and began to walk away from Minju.

"See you around."

Minju looked at Y/n's back as it slowly walked away from her. With hesitation evident on her face, she seems to be contemplating about doing something.

"W-wait!"

Seeing that Y/n's figure was getting farther, Minju quickly grabbed Y/n's sleeve which caused Y/n to stop in his tracks. Y/n turned his head around to look at Minju as he gave her a questioning gaze. Minju gripped on her skirt tightly before looking up to Y/n.

"To...Today, after school... Do you have any plans?"

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'I did ask him if he had plans.....Why does it have to be like this..?'

Minju and Y/n can be found alone in their empty classroom, their desks arranged in front of one another as they face each other. The desks were filled with notes and the clicking of the mechanical pencil was the only sound being produced.

"The exams are coming up, and I usually study in the classroom after school. You can ask me if you have anything you can't understand." Y/n diligently said as he continued his study session.

"Oh, okay."

Minju said with a down and confused expression, still dumbfounded to be dragged into Y/n's studying sessions.

'I was thinking we could go to a cafe or something... but studying? This is so Y/n.'

Studying was the least activity that Minju expected to be doing this afternoon. But here she was sitting at a desk with her notes and Y/n in front of her.

'This isn't too bad... I guess.'

And so the duo started their studying session, with Minju mainly asking Y/n for help about topics and Y/n teaching Minju.

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"Wow!! I did great!"

Minju excitedly exclaimed, proud of what she was able to accomplish during their study session.

"I couldn't understand this problem, so I'm happy that I could finally solve it."

Minju's energy completely filled up the boring classroom they were in. It was an understandable reaction though as she was having a difficult time with some of her subjects.

"Right. Good job."

Y/n slightly smiled, acknowledging Minju's accomplishment as he too was proud of Minju.

"Hey! Are you making fun of me?"

Minju furrowed her eyebrows while staring right at Y/n intently.

"Uh, no. I'm sorry."

Y/n flustered by Minju's reaction, quickly defends himself and denies Minju's claims.

"I'm really happy it's just the two of us like this... So I got excited."

He'd then put his hand over his mouth to cover a portion of his somewhat blushing face while also avoiding eye contact. Silence ensued for a second as Minju blankly stared at the flustered Y/n. As his words finally sunk into Minju's mind, she reeled in her seat as she too was now a blushing mess from Y/n's words.

"Yah! how could you say such an embarrassing thing...without hesitating?!"

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Y/n stared back at Minju again, an innocent and confused facial expression printed in his face.

"I mean it though?"

Minju was now officially beet red from Y/n's relentless attacks of his brutal honesty. The boy's straightforwardness was just on another level. It's not that Minju hated it though. Minju attempted to calm herself down albeit still red as she touched her chest to feel her heart thumping. She'd take a look at Y/n still looking clueless before looking at her thumping heart.

"Oh gosh..."

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