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Emma Stone as Grace Faraday in Gangster Squad icons

like if you save or use

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“You’re a cutie...I am not sure if I should catch and release!”

[astroartsya]

Beauty placements in Astrology🌸💄 Part 1

(I am mostly talking about physical beauty in face and body but attractive/seductive placement are completely different topic) These are just the basic common ones.

🌠Neptune, Venus or Moon aspecting ascendant or in the first house. -

Neptune =Their aura is intresting and different. They can be like mirrors to other people and are idolized easily. People with this placement can be invisible if they want to but suddenly have everyone staring at them. They can be bit cartoonish. This can be difficult placement but it can give so much creativity and miracles to a person.

Looks: Can have looks that people deem as iconic. You can see their faces at peoples houses , public places and in paintings and in clothes. Unique but classic at the same time. They look dazzling in photos.

Archetype: Siren that lures you with gentle lullaby and turns into a monster. No one can resist the urge that they bring up.

Celebrity examples-->

//Neptune in the first house/ Conjunct//: Marilyn Monroe, Kim Kardashian, Kylie Jenner, Ariana Grande, Scarlett Johansson, Nicole Kidman, Eminem, Tom Cruise, Chris Evans, Paris Hilton, Paul Mcartney, Paris Hilton, Bradley Cooper.

//Neptune opposite ascendant//: Audrey hepburn, Halle Berry, Adele, Lady Gaga, Christina Hendricks, Amy Adams, Jared Leto.

//Neptune trine ascendant//: Jim Morrison, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Heath Ledger, Jessica Alba, George Clooney, Cindy Crawford, Julia Roberts, Sophia Loren.

//Neptune square ascendant//: Elvis Presley, Britney Spears, Johnny Depp, Elizabeth Taylor, Rihanna, Dua Lipa, Jimi Hendrix, Birgitte Bardot, Ryan Gosling.

//Neptune sextile ascendant//: Madonna, Beyonce, Leonardo Dicaprio, Keanu Reeves, Kurt Cobain, Monica Bellucci, Christina Aguilera, Sharon Stone, Grace Kelly, Aaliyah, Khloe Kardashian.

They are magical, mysterious and etherial.

🎇 Venus= They are just gorgeous and have such a balanced body and face. People enjoy their company and they can become popular easily. Good placement in every aspect but vanity can occur so it's good to have something where to use that visual/artistic gift even as just a hobby.

Looks: They are very aesthetic and are often used as wallpapers for that reason.

Archetype: Aphrodite who bring pleasure and beauty that you can't get enough of. The senses are overwhelmed and lured you in.

Celebrity examples--->

//Venus in first house/ Conjunct ascendant//: Angelica Jolie, Beyonce, Rihanna, Shakira,Bella Hadid, Charlize Theron, Anna Nicole Smith, George Clooney, Selena Gomez, Katy Perry, Cameron Diaz, Zayn Malik, Elizabet II, Audrey Hepburn, Kourtney Kardashian, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Blake Lively, Vanessa Paradis, Jude Law, Doja Cat.

//Venus opposite ascendant//: Kurt Cobain, Lana Del Rey, Prince, Marlond Brando, Russel Brand, Cindy Crawford, Muhammad Ali, Tyra Banks, Ru Paul, Willow Smith.

//Venus trine ascendant//: Ariana Grande, Jennifer Lopez, Justin Bieber, Britney Spears, Natalie Portman, Jennifer Lawrence,John F Kennedy, Elizabeth Taylor, Kate Winslet, Sophia Loren, Meghan thee Stallion.

//Venus square ascendant//: Kim Kardashian, Billie Eilish, Gia Carangi, Birgitte Bardot, Christina Aguilera, Mila Kunis, Uma Thurman, Richard Gere.

//Venus sextile ascendant//: Lady Gaga, Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, Audrey Hepburn, Zac Efron, Dua Lipa, Kim Basinger, Amy Adams, Madison Beer.

Beautiful, stylish, symmetrical, sensual, artistic .

🌌Moon= Can reflect other peoples emotions and be very sensitive/emphatetic. Children and animals are drawn to these people. Just so adorable. Their style/makeup can be expression of their feelings.

Archetype: Nyx that in the dark evening shines mysteriously and brings nostalgia upon you and holds you dearly . You can be completely vulnerable you feel like a child again.

Celebrity examples--->

||Moon in 1st house/ Conjunct ascendant||: Madonna, Michael Jackson, Leonardo Dicaprio, Katy Perry, Whitney Houston, Audrey Hepburn, Bella Hadid, Aishwarya Rai, Anna Nicole Smith, Rihanna, Scarlett Johansson,George Harrsion

||Moon opposite ascendant||: Marilyn Monroe, Miley Cyrus, Birgitte Bardot, Jessica Alba , Gven Stefani, Liv Tyler, Uma Thurman, David Bowie, Muhammad Ali, Adele.

||Moon trine ascendant||: Kanye West, Kristen Stewart, Justin Timberlake, Paris Hilton, Sandra Bullock, Khloe Kardashian, Zac Efron, Vanessa Paradis, David Beckham.

||Moon square ascendant||: Lana Del Rey , Heath Ledger, Tom Cruise, Sharon Stone, Emma Watson, Zendaya, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Jim Morrison, Michelle Pfeiffer, Winona Ryder

||Moon sextile ascendant||: Robert Pattinson, Keanu Reeves,Jennifer Aniston, Kylie Jenner, Cameron Diaz, Ryan Gosling, Pamela Anderson, Kourtney Kardashian, Russel Brand, Rita Hayworth.

Feminine, soft, innocent, approachable, artistic.

[mwahkazu]

INTRODUCING — a covey of wanderlust !

⌕ slow cinnamon summer - a kazuha smau.

⟢ you :: left behind their idle suburban town to live in the bustling city instead. there was always something more exhilarating about city life, one that [name] desperately wanted a taste of. abandoning their previous plans of staying back home and attend a community college nearby, [name] applied on a whim to a university in the city and after being accepted, would eventually move there. and after graduation, they’d randomly invest in a bakery shop that has luckily managed to continue running to this day. of course, none of this came about to be easy. there were plenty of struggles and even now they remain anxious about the uncertainty that lies ahead. but soon along would come a gentle wisp of the wind, with a promise that tomorrow will surely come.

⟢ chiori :: a forthright seamstress who’s ultimate goal is to have her designs be modeled to the whole world. chiori’s ideals are as solid as stone, unswayed by the public’s opinion and following her intuition that speaks for her unique sense of aesthetics. her first official design would end up being for [name], creating an apparel uniform exclusive to the bakery itself, despite the fact [name] remains to be it’s only worker. but, chiori insisted, calling it neither a business collaboration nor a way of self-advertisement, but merely as favor for a dear friend. after all, the two had agreed to support each other back during their college days. when all they could do was dream of their desired futures.

⟢ gaming :: although the modern era has buried away times of old, this energetic and ambitious young fellow aspires to rekindle the wonders that traditional wushou dance carries. gaming has faced the highest of highs and lowest of lows when it comes to chasing his dreams. one of his strongest anchors during those times has been [name]. he will always recall the night in which he ran away from home, stumbling into their bakery to seek refuge from the rain. they welcomed him with a cup of warm tea and freshly baked blueberry muffins. gaming was never a fan of such. [name] would question nothing but instead listen to his troubles and console him, even though the two were complete strangers at the time. something would stir within gaming that night–something that would continue to fester inside of him with each glance they gave. now every time he stops by the bakery, he always asks for an order of blueberry muffins.

⟢ nilou :: regarded as one the most elegant of dancers of her time, nilou has dedicated the majority of her life to the graceful art of dance. her first exposure to dance was back when she was still a young child. nilou’s parents had taken her out to see a live performance of “swan lake” and seeing such a spectacle before her eyes had her in awe. her first love—ballet. by the time she reached university, nilou had branched out to several different styles of dancing and this was also the time she would become friends with gaming who then introduced her to [name] and chiori.

yuomi’s after notes:

reader and chiori have graduated university and are considered alumni while gaming and nilou are in their last year

everyone attend(ed) the same university as kazuha and charlotte

gaming has a pet cat named man chai

chiori’s favorite movie is the devil wears prada if you couldn’t already tell

nilou was orginally planned to be yunjin but nilou’s backstory came about more easier

reader’s icon credits: @/BasiiLeaf on twitter

instagram story header credits: @/cafekitsune

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Louis Tomlinson and ITV Big Brother's AJ Odudu lead red carpet best dressed at Rolling Stone UK Awards

Louis Tomlinson and telly presenter AJ Odudu were just some of the names gracing the red carpet at Camden's Roundhouse for the Rolling Stone UK Awards and they did not disappoint

By Daniel Bird | Assistant Showbiz Editor

Louis Tomlinson, AJ Odudu and Mae Muller certainly ensured all eyes were on them at the Rolling Stone UK Awards.

Celebs gathered in Camden, north London, for the first-ever Rolling Stone UK awards in collaboration with Remy Martin. The glitzy bash celebrated all things music and will also see 13 artists be inducted into the Rolling Stone UK Hall of Fame.

Throughout the night, those in attendance will see Ozzy Osbourne pick up the Icon Award. However, the Prince of Darkness won't be performing, instead, he will deliver a speech. Meanwhile, Jessie Ware went up against Raye, Jorja Smith, Romy and Grian Chatten for the Artist Award.

Meanwhile, Louis Tomlinson went up against the likes of Yungblyd, Elton John, Nova Twins, Loyle Carter and Rina Sawayama for the Live Act nomination. Here, we take a look at some of the hottest red carpet looks from the night.

1. Louis Tomlinson

Chart-topper Louis Tomlinson may have only recently finished the sold-out and critically acclaimed UK leg of his Faith In The Future World Tour but he stopped by the glitzy awards. The rocker from Doncaster, South Yorks, is nominated for Best Live Act.

Louis Tomlinson, Rolling Stone UK Awards 2023

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older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

note: takes place after Paris throughout 2024, yn and eddie stop hiding their relationship now that they're both all in.

warning: slut shaming

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y/nl/n

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y/nl/n: 📸: eds

september 15, 2023

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em_1989: im so happy for you 😭😭

taytay.13: how she looks at him>>>

_17jenna: why is she with him? she could do so much better than some old guy

dylan_86: cause she's a slut

georgia.iloveyourson: that 'some old guy' is a literal rock legend. what have you done?

ribbons.in.your.hair: whats my girl making in the studio??? 👀

youve.been.gilmored_: y/n with glasses 🔛🔝

_jeremy.03: this relationship is weird...

ima_mirrorball: thanks for the opinion that nobody asked for 🥰

layla.anderson19: we're all gonna ignore the last photo???

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posted Feb 5, 2024

Eddie Munson (46) and Y/n L/n (25) were seen getting very cozy at The Grammy's this past weekend. Sitting next to Taylor Swift, as well as Lana Del Rey, it seems the 'Nonsense' singer's friends get along great with the rock legend.

The couple were both up for their own separate awards, Munson being up for Rock Album with 'In Times New Roman...' by Queen of the Stone Age, having been the main producer on several songs. As well as 'Not Strong Enough' by Boygenius, a group Eddie had publicly wanted to work with since their first EP, and finally having that time this past year.

L/n was up for Record of the Year with her song 'Feather', winning her first Grammy. The couple shared a cute moment, with a hug and a kiss, before she got a big hug from friend and mentor, Taylor Swift, then running up on stage; mentioning both in her speech. As well as winning Music Video for, again, her song 'Feather'.

The couple also didn't miss Eddie Munson's son, Leo Munson, getting a few awards that night also. The man worked with Boygenius, producing and winning Alternative Album, as well as beating his father in Rock Album, with 'This Is Why' by Paramore.

All around a very successful night for the couple, as one of their first fully public engagements together.

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y/nl/n: 🎀

June 22, 2024

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em.emily: she's so hot 😍

sturniolo.13: she's crazyyy for this

dads.bradsandchads: She admits she's only with him cause of his age and money.

mom.iama.richman: i aspire to be your level of delusion

big_reputation: the pic w eddie is so cute

zebra11: y/n is so iconic 😭

katelynstyles: she's so unserious

normalpeople_: ikr i love her

flyers_fan: She's with him for attention.

carmencarmen: i also love dilfs

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isla_munson: my first ep 'isla' is out THIS FRIDAY!!! 🖤🤍

August 6, 2024

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y/nl/n: so proud of you hun!!! ❤️❤️

walker.scobell: 🍂

isla_munson: 🍂

corrodedcoffinofficial: So excited to listen, little Munson!

jess.1989: y/n has writing creds!!

speaknow.stan: that's how y'know its gonna be good!

madmax: nah, we know its gonna be good because Leo is producing!

emails_13: nah, we know its gonna be good because its isla!

sienna.taylor: my little recording artist 🥰

isla_munson: love ya! ❤️

samandcolbys.wife: walker and isla's comments 👀

isla.loverr: autumn leaves about to be THE teenage love song

lana.lorde: i know!!! they're so cute!

leomunson: can't wait for people to hear your work!

isla_munson: our* work

isla's ep:

balled of a homeschooled girl - olivia rodrigo

kissing lessons - lucy dacus

pretty isn't pretty - olivia rodrigo

lacy - olivia rodrigo

anatomy - kenzie (about her mom)

autumn leaves - mckenna grace (about walker)

graceland too - pheobe bridgers (leo wrote about isla)

~taglist~

@whoscamila @mystargirl-interlude @creoleguurl @witchwolflea @kissmejoey @taylorswiftsloverfr @random000000sblog

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Diana Rigg Vs. Joanna Lumley

Propaganda

Diana Rigg - (The Avengers, Diana) - Honestly? Just check her out as Emma Peel in any episode of The Avengers. The character herself was a legend - an exceptional spy, wonderful fighter, certified genius, a true feminist role model - not to mention a renowned sex symbol (that leather catsuit... heavens help me...) and fashion icon. As for Diana personally, she was once described by Michael Parkinson as "the most desirable woman he ever met, who radiated a lustrous beauty". She could pivot from funny quips and endearing jokes to stone-cold badassery like it was nothing, and she looked stunning either way. Whenever I look at a pic of her, I have this feeling she's planning some fun mischief and I get the strongest urge to ask her to take me along. Need anything more? Here, have some pics (pics below the cut)

Joanna Lumley - (Sapphire and Steel, The New Avengers, Absolutely Fabulous) - Staple of British TV, Joanna Lumley is best known for her comedic output encompassing many shows, but her most famous would have to be Absolutely Fabulous, playing the promiscuous and indulgent career woman Patsy Stone. I adore her most for her haunting turn in Sapphire and Steel opposite similar babe material David McCallum. Her cheer shines through a chilly exterior, and she balances underrated scream queen content with caring and heartfelt moments. She's a human rights activist and common face on British charity advertising. She was also a model, a bond girl and Doctor Who (briefly), which can't hurt her chances. I petition you graceful tumblr users of the world, vote for national treasure Joanna Lumley!!

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Diana Rigg:

When people think of The Avengers, they think Steed and Peel (or they think the marvel property but that’s neither here nor there). I know people who thought Mrs. Peel was the ONLY woman Steed worked with, Diana Rigg was Just That Good (she was only on two seasons!). She was one of those actors that could so perfectly play comedy in any form, her dry, sardonic wit was marvelous, but so was her physical and slapstick comedy, and she could do drama too! If you’ve seen her in interviews you’d also know how fabulously humble and kind she was. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more attracted to a TV woman than I’ve been to Diana Rigg. Some photos of her:

the SMILE!!!!

I like a woman that could kill me in one shot

tell me she's not endearing I DARE you

excuse me I'm overcome with sinful thoughts

 hello 911 I think I'm having a heart attack

Here's an interview I fell for her in:

Diana Rigg | Interview | The Avengers | Good Afternoon | 1974 | Part one

Her first appearance in The Avengers (In series 4, if you can believe it):

The Avengers: Emma Peel First Appearance HD

[skeletinmoss]

The curse of the dark Phoenix

Want to say thank you to @lovelivingmydreams not only for being my beta, but actually transforming my simple draft into this beautiful story

Chapter 1: The arch mage's tower

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Summary: When investigating the dissapearance of the arch mage, a trio of mages stumble upon a long kept secret that will throw their lives into complete dissaray.

The tower of the arch mage was old, abandoned and yet still breathtakingly majestic.

Moss and vines were creeping up the stone weeds had overrun the once pristinely kept front yard. But stainglass whindows, while covered in dust, still held gorgeous art pieces depicting mind boggling feats. The collored tiles on the damaged roof had faded but still held their eye catching pattern.

The reason it was in such a sorry state is because it’s owner had disappeared nearly 30 years ago. None had dared to enter it for fear of the dangers it might hold.

But finally the consulate had produced three mages powerful and brave enough to face the dangers and discover what had happened.

Arch Mage Noctora had been the most powerful mage to ever grace the magical community. He was an icon, a true legend.

Someone who sacrificed his own health to research the most dangerous brands of magic and teach the magical world about the horrid consequences of dark magic and did whatever he could to protect the public from it’s evils.

Potentially his kindness had finally cost him his life.

Today three of his adherents stood in front of his tower, barely containing their excitement.

They felt truly blessed to be given the honor to enter the great Mage’s home, it was a boyhood dream come true.

“Here we are. About to set eyes on the sanctum of the wisest man to ever wield magic,” the mage dressed in blue robes dotted with silver stars mused.

“The bravest man in recent history,” the man in red robes adorned with golden flowers agreed.

“The kindest soul to grace this planet,” the last of them, wearing lighter blue robes embroidered with bronze animal footprints, sighed.

The trio had been friends ever since they could remember and had been excited to find they all passed the test to find magical potential getting them all a place at the school for magic. And ever since first hearing about the Arch Mage and his great deeds they all agreed they’d be just as great one day.

When they learned off the mystery of his disappearance they wanted nothing more than to be the ones to find him. And now, it seemed that that dream would truly come true.

“Well, no mystery has ever been solved by just standing around. Let’s go!” the red mage insisted, leading the way across the overgrown path, frowning a little bit at the types of plants growing there. They carefully made their way up the stairwell, passing living quarters without a second glance. Agreeing that those should be left for last, and only if the study yielded absolutely no answers.

When they came to the study, they found a right mess. The walls were covered in cabinets and shelves and all were overly full, crates were strewn across the floor also overflowing with trinkets and herbs and scrolls and all sorts of things.

The cleanest place was the desk surprisingly. It stood there covered in dust near the one window in the room. A burnt out candle on the right hand side, along with a dried up inkwell, a mostly finished map an open box with herbs and a verry deliberately closed box right in the middle that pretty much sang “I am important look at me”.

It looked verry old, the wood had a crack running across the length of the lid which was once intricately decorated, but the chipped paint and the rusted chains made it hard to really see what the decoration was meant to represent.

Clearly this was the last thing that had held the arch mage’s attention in this tower, which meant it could be a vital clue to their quest.

The trio looked at each other and gave a determined nod. They had to know what was inside.

Of course the box looked very suspicious and chains rarely meant anything good so they opted to try a hands off method first.

Which meant Logan, in his stary blue robe, stepped forward and used his divination magic to tell him what they would find.

The box glowed blue and then elegant blue letters appeared in the air above it.

“Essence of the mage of a thousand lives,” Logan read out loud.

“Why are these things always so vague?” The red mage sighed impatiently.

Logan ignored his friend and frowned. “Mage of a thousand lives… That has to be the arch mage. It probably refers to the thousands of lives he saved. And essence… The essence of what he was doing…? One thing is for sure. This has to hold a clue. We have to open it no matter the danger. There is far to much to be gained here!” Logan stated determinedly.

“Wow, that was quick,” Patton, their martial caster in light blue, giggled. “Can I?” he offered. His friends both made room for him. He took a breath, focused and with a swift symbol in the air and a focused push towards the box the chains snapped and fell to the side.

Roman, their redclad herbalist stepped forward and opened the box to find a white powder. A lot of it actually. He held it in the light, a bit annoyed at the stained glass window right now.

As an herbalist he could recognize most herbs, minerals and even most finished medicine and potions with just a quick look. But not if the only light he was offered was filtered through reds and greens and blues. Nevermind, he could probably rule out most things by the texture, though he kept a cleansing spell ready just in case it turned out toxic to touch…

The second he ran his fingers through it though he wanted to throw the box away.

The box held no herbs, no minerals, no. Roman knew what these were.

Ashes.

Them being kept in such a box told him that these couldn’t possibly be remnants of burning herbs either. Which meant animal or even more disturbing human remains were in here.

The very act of making such a thing was considered practicing dark magic.

The Arch Mage had banned certain brands of magic or ingredients for the safety of their casters.

Such as changing your body to enhance it or to resemble someone else, both on ethical grounds and the fact that such changes could do irreparable damage to you in the long run.

Animal shifting was allowed so long as these were non magical creatures, again trying to encapsulate the primal magic of such creatures was incredibly dangerous.

The practice of chronomancy was ended mostly because it always required some form of ashes to be used.

Ashes, among other pieces of an animal or human were forbidden.

Anything that lives contains mana, that’s where the magic comes from. And that mana does not perish with the body. When it comes to animals and even certain plants, unleashing that mana by using it in a spell was dangerous. Weak minded mages had lost limbs trying to use a fishbone. The corruption it caused could be lethal!

That was what the Arch Mage’s research had unveiled. That was how he compiled a list of ingredients that were too harmful to the body to be considered to be used.

That was what had weakened his health. What possibly caused his demise.

Roman shook his hand desperately trying to get the ashes off, setting off his cleansing spell.

He felt a tingling sensation, almost warm and pleasant, spread across his fingers. Oh no. Oh no the ashes were reacting to his magic, he was activating the mana…

“We need to get rid of it!” he yelled closing the box and sprinting towards the stairs, whatever he’d just done, he couldn’t let it go off in an enclosed space near his friends.

“What is it!?” his friends called after him sounding confused.

“Ashes!” Roman called heading down the stairs, praying he wouldn’t fall down.

“Sweet stars above, let me survive this,” he whispered under his breath as he almost tripped on the last step and headed outside. The flowers, the ashes could go and fertilize the flowers.

He kicked open the door and shook out the box, watching with a breath of relief as the wind caught them and kindly spread them amongst the flowers.

He was catching his breath as he heard his friends join him.

He tossed the box to the side and let out a laugh. Well he had never gone through so many emotions in such a short amount of time.

“Roman, your hands,” he heard Patton say, his voice soft and trembling with worry.

Roman caught his friend’s eyes and then followed their horrified gaze.

There was still ash on his hand and it was glowing purple.

“Nope, no. I don’t want to hold onto you, go!” he pleaded, shaking his hand again.

He felt a strange pull on his hand toward the field, he let it guide him and watched with horrified fascination as the field where the ashes had landed was alit with a same glow.

What was going on?

A new gust of wind, this one definitely not natural whipped around them and made the ashes rise up in the air in a cloud it spun around and around and Roman felt his hand being pulled forward, in his shock he was powerless to stop himself from following until he was in the middle of it. Roman didn’t like this. The cloud felt alive, he could feel it connecting to him, little specks of his own signature red magic appearing in the purple shine. No. No this was definitely too much magic for him to play with. He was cocky, not crazy.

Roman finally got his bearings and made to step away from the mass, losing his balance in the process and falling backwards. As he looked up he was just in time to see the process come to a close. With a mighty cry that shook Roman and his friends to his core a majestic bird they’d only ever seen pictures off spread it’s wings where the ashes had been. It had gorgeous purple feathers and it looked absolutely heartbreakingly beautiful backlit by the afternoon sun.

“Is that…” Logan whispered.

“It has to be,” Patton agreed.

Roman was at a loss for words. The creature looked down upon him as the last bits of magic faded away, little sparks of red and purple disappearing at last and then it glided towards him and landed on his chest. Amethyst eyes judging him severely.

What the heck?

[branfraser]

ICONIC RED DRESSES: Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, 1990 Vivien Leigh in Gone with the Wind, 1939 Sophie Marceau in The World is not Enough, 1999 Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, 1954 Isabelle Adjani in La Reine Margot, 1994 Keira Knightley in Anna Karenina, 2012 Cameron Diaz in The Mask, 1994 Mélanie Laurent in Inglourious Basterds, 2009 Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge, 2001 Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face, 1954 Grace Kelly in Dial M for Murder, 1954 Emma Stone in Gangster Squad, 2013

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Summertime Sadness - Hyunjin one shot

Summary: Hyunjin had a crush on you since freshman year. The reason he started dancing was to get closer to you. You, a jazz dancer. Hyunjin is a contemporary dancer. For the end of the year performances, he wants to ask you to be his dancing partner.

Word count: 2,9k

TW: cheesy

The moment Hyunjin had seen you walking amongst the bookshelves, he couldn’t get you out of his head. You looked like an Impressionism painting in real life, gracing their company. His breath had strutted, all he could see was your search for a specific book. Until he was able to gather up the confidence to talk to you, you had disappeared again.

For the eternity of the first semester, Hyunjin kept recalling the scene of you in the library. He wasn’t a fan of going to parties, rather sticking to calm, indoor activities. His roommate, Jisung, called them introverted activities. Over time, Hyunjin found himself sketching you whenever he wandered off. By the end of the first semester, you graced most of his artwork. From simple sketches to acrylic paintings, he had drawn them all. His favorite was the iconic elevator kiss of Romeo and Juliette of the 1997 movie. Romeo and Juliette are replaced with the faces of you two. You were his nameless muse.

On a rainy day of the second semester, he had returned soaked and wet into his dormitory. The weather had surprised him on his way back from classes, soaking in everything on the way. With an annoyed sigh, he closed the door of the dormitory. And that’s when he saw you. Sitting by the small dining table in the kitchen. He blinked. He rubbed his eyes. He was dreaming for sure.

You were sipping from your tea, on your phone. You were real. You were in his dorm. You were here.

“Oh, hello! You must be Jisung’s roommate?”, you smiled at him as you noticed Hyunjin standing in the hallway. All the hopes that had bloomed up in his chest shattered within a second. Jisung brought you over. Were you two dating? Was Jisung planning on having you-

Clearing his throat, Hyunjin searched for the words desperately in the back of his mind. “Y-yes! I’m his roommate”, he nodded. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw how flustered he was. “Does the roommate have a name?”

“Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin”, he replied with slowly tinting cheeks. You noticed that and found it adorable.

“What a beautiful name. It suits you”, you commented as you watched him over. “I’m Y/N”, you told him and Jisung appeared again.

“Bro, what puddle did you fall in?”, Jisung commented as he walked past Hyunjin. Laptop in hand. “Uh?”, Hyunjin had forgotten that his clothes were sticking to his skin when he saw you. This is how you’d seen him. How he’d introduced himself to you. “You two are?”, he asked with hesitation, the question directed more toward Jisung. He couldn’t find the courage to look at you.

“We’re working on a song for our class. The studios are all booked out so we’ll mix here. Would you mind?”, Jisung explained and Hyunjin quickly shook his head. He was relieved. You weren’t dating his roommate. You were working on songs for classes. But what if something blossomed out of this class project? “I’ll leave you two alone to work on the song if you excuse me”, Hyunjin dipped his head a bit before he made his way to his room.

Y/N, the girl of his dreams for the past months was in his dormitory. As desperate as he was to get closer to you, the fear of messing up the next step was holding him back.

By the end of sophomore year, Hyunjin’s mind was still consumed by you. He had tried going on dates. To move on from you but he always ended up searching for you in the faces of the people that he met. Despite knowing you, he couldn’t bring himself to confess his feelings to you. The fear of rejection was a stone weighing him down. No one lived up to you, in his world.

Shortly after Jisung and your project were wrapped up, he had overheard Jisung’s conversation that you’d be joining the dance club on campus. Charmed by the idea of dancing, and getting you to watch dance, Hyunjin signed up for the dance club too. After the audition, Hyunjin was placed into the modern contemporary dance group. You were in the jazz class. Again, the world seemed to keep you away from him. He couldn’t get himself to ask for changing the groups as with time he found himself falling in love with contemporary art. Other than his paintings, nothing had made him feel as free and expressive as letting his body speak the words he was so afraid to voice.

Dancing became a part of him and whenever he had a free minute, he’d find himself in the dance studio to practice.

As the jazz group had their practice right before his contemporary group, he got to see you and your group doing their final steps while he was warming up.

You were mesmerizing, even more than before.

The songs and your movements were one. A union, based on confidence and fierce passion. Your facial expressions drove his mind into places, you knew that you captivated the eyes of the people watching you. The most improper lyrics suddenly seemed like a show of female empowerment for him when you danced to it. Even if he knew that you preferred not to dance such vulgar lyrics. You didn’t let it show.

Today, both of your groups were called in at the same time. The dance club would have a performance at the end of your sophomore semester and the club responsible, who was choreographing most of the songs, announced that both groups would dance together. As a duo.

Hyunjin’s heart fluttered at the news and he glanced over at you. You stand a couple of feet away from him, attentively listening.

This could be Hyunjin’s chance to get closer to you. The thought alone to dance with you in his arms washed a wave of hope, desire, and fear over him. If he couldn’t voice out his feelings for you, maybe his body could.

“Choose your partners till Friday, that’s when we’ll start with the choreography!”

Everyone started to scatter around, trying to grab their favorite partner. Gathering up his little courage, Hyunjin turned around to approach you. However, you were already gone. Again. “Hey, have you seen Y/N?”, Hyunjin asked another girl in your group. “Oh yes, she just left together with Felix”, the girl replied. Seemed like you already had a partner. He pressed his lips into a thin line in bitter frustration. How much longer could he let the fear consume him? How much longer could he let you live in his head?

Hyunjin knew Felix. Everyone loved Felix. He was a sunshine amongst people, very kind towards anyone around him. They did a group project once and Felix didn’t hesitate to shoulder most of the work when Hyunjin was struggling to keep up due to the ongoing exams he had to take.

Saying goodbye to the group after grabbing his bag, Hyunjin quickly left the studio, back to his dormitory. The remaining classes for the day were not important to him anymore. All he wanted was to deal with the defeat and frustration that dwelled inside of him. He needed to let it out. And the best way for him to do this was either the canvas or the dance floor. As dancing would rub further salt into the wound, painting welcomed him with open arms like an old friend.

Hyunjin painted and painted, from dark sketches representing the chaos in his mind to pictures of older couples, representing eternal love. And yet again, you were his muse. You were on his mind. The couple in the pictures looked like you two. Older. Wiser. Calmer. In love.

As he stared into the last painting he had drawn, the dimness of his room taking him into the darkness, he put the brush away. It didn’t work out in the way he hoped it would help to ease his emotions. He found himself, yet again, in daydreams that were consumed by you. Groan escaping his lips, he threw a jacket on and grabbed his bag, ready to return to the studio. Let the wound burn, he was ready to bleed out if it could help him move on from you.

When he arrived at the studio, around 10 pm, he noticed that the light was on. Usually, he’d be the only one to practice so late. A few steps closer, he saw you dancing in from the mirrored door. Hyunjin halted in his tracks. As light as a feather, you moved across the floor. It was a piece that Hyunjin had choreographed himself! Fast beating heart and clouded mind, Hyunjin opened the door. You stopped dancing, startled by his presence. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you!”, he apologized, hand waving frantically. You looked up at him, sitting on the floor with a soft smile. “It’s okay, I just didn’t hear you coming in. Hyunjin, right?”, you asked him with a warm smile. He felt his knees tremble a little and nodded. You let the silence linger for a few more seconds before you spoke up again: “Jisung’s roommate! That’s where I know you are from. I thought you looked familiar when I saw you perform”

Mustering his courage, he walked a little closer to you. Seeing you in your dance practice clothes, hair messy from dancing, let the fire coil in the pit of his stomach. Which is a mundane reaction but he shouldn’t feel about you this way. “And you even choreographed it, right? The same piece I just danced right now?”, you looked up at him with expecting eyes, waiting for a sentence that was longer than a shy response from him.

“Yes, I choreographed it myself. You looked really good dancing to it, by the way”, he smiled softly at you. Your smile widened upon his hearing his compliment. Hyunjin was a phenomenal contemporary dancer giving that he was dancing for more than a year. Whenever his group did a small performance or you got to watch them outside the practice room, your attention diverted to him. Fixed on him, you imagined dancing together with him. Spending time with him.

He was a heavenly soul, you had told your roommate after last year's performances. How could you know if you never spend time with him, she had asked you in return. You just knew. That there were more layers to offer than his handsome looks and insane dancing skills. There was a part of him but it didn’t define him. You’d love to figure it out, you had been dying to get closer to him. But on each occasion that had come up, he had run away from you. You weren’t used to chasing a guy, they would naturally come up to you. With Hyunjin, you were hesitant. You couldn’t read what was going on in his mind. If he wanted to blow off the steam of his system or court you in the good old-school way. All you knew is that he was single. Which had left so many girls on campus wondering why he was neither seen with a girl on a date nor if he had trouble coming up. Either way, it wasn’t anyone’s business but Hyunjin’s. But people loved rubbing their noses into someone else’s business.

“Thank you! I’m still struggling with the opening. How do you make it look so effortlessly?” You looked up at him as he was towering over you. “I’m sure you’re making it look better than you give yourself credit. But if you show me, maybe I can help with what you’re not satisfied with?”, he suggested.

You had been performing on stage for the majority of your life. Danced in front of thousands of people. But the thought of dancing just for Hyunjin to see made your heart flutter. You wanted to impress him, that was for sure. A nod and you stood up, putting the song on again.

Seconds later, you began to dance to Summertime Sadness, choreographed by Hyunjin. Also attentively watched by Hyunjin. His Pokerface was masking any expression as he watched you move and you focused on yourself in the mirror, trying to execute the moves correctly. Once you were done, you were laying on the floor, your lungs ringing for air. The art of contemporary dancing was to make it look effortless but it executing it was the exact opposite.

Hyunjin uncrossed his arms and walked closer to you. “It’s your core strength. When you fall into the Emboité, you need your core strength to balance yourself out. That way your arms are more relaxed and will fall smoother. Let me show you?”. He looked at you with anticipation. You lost yourself in the way he had just pronounced the French word. You stood up quickly, facing the mirror again. He stood next to you, falling into position. And executed the perfect Emboité that you tried to copy. Which looked better now too. “Want to try it again with music?”, as you nodded, he walked over to the player and let the song start again. Upon the begging, he was standing close to you, observing. As you moved into the Emboité your supporting foot wobbled, missing the balance. Before your face met the floor, Hyunjin’s arms caught you. “Uh, sorry”, you mumbled in embarrassment. Feeling the embarrassment evident on your cheeks too. Hyunjin’s hands were firmly placed on your hips and he didn’t let go when you straightened yourself again. The music was still playing in the back and he was staring at you through the mirror from behind. Your eyes locked on each other and without muttering a word, both of you began to dance.

You weren’t experienced in contemporary as Jazz and Hip Hop had been your preferred dancing styles. But dancing with Hyunjin as a duo to one of your favorite songs elevated you to new heights you’d never reached before. You saw the way his body move, trying to be seen and heard as he graced the floor. How could someone move so effortlessly get speak such loud volumes with no sound? You moved in each other's arms and rolled on the floor, he lifted you and caught you again. Like a promise, he’d do the same in real life, outside the dancing studio, too. When you were done, his arm was wrapped around your waist and your face was mere centimeters away from you.

Both of you panting, you couldn’t hide the smile on your face. You’ve never enjoyed a duet as much as you did with Hyunjin. “Hyunjin? Dance with me”, you whispered, tracing the back of his perfectly sculpted hand. “You want to do the same song again?”, he tilted his head before taking a step back, retrieving his arm from you. Cold instantly hit you from the once prickling skin where his arm had touched you. You stopped him in his tracks, holding his hand with both of yours. “No! I mean. I want you to be my dance partner. For the show”, you explained. Your usual confidence seemed to be replaced with shyness. Hyunjin’s gaze was melting and undressing you at the same time and as much as it flattered you, it made you nervous too. “I thought Felix-“, he began.

“Felix isn’t participating in the show. He’ll be in Australia for his exchange semester by then. Plus I still wouldn’t have asked him if he was here. Our dancing techniques are too different. I want you”.

I want you.

These three words coming from you, directing to him, were a confession that Hyunjin had dreamed and desired for longer than he’d want to admit. If you asked him, he still would confess to you the truth. There wasn’t a possible a thing he could hide from you. His breath hitched as his heart began to beat faster. “Really?” he needed the reassurance that he wasn’t dreaming. That he hasn’t fallen asleep while painting you again. That this was real.

“Really… and only if you don’t mind, we could spend some time outside of dance practice too? I heard you like going to art museums”, you smiled warmly at him.

Hyunjin’s heart was about to give out. Not only you asked him to be your dance partner but also out on a date?

“I honestly would love to”

[visit-new-york]

Gapstow Bridge

Gapstow Bridge, New York, NY 10019

Gapstow Bridge is one of the charming and iconic bridges located within Central Park in Manhattan, New York City. It is renowned for its picturesque setting and is a favorite spot for park visitors, photographers, and tourists. Here are some key details about Gapstow Bridge:

Location: Gapstow Bridge is situated in the southeast section of Central Park, spanning across the eastern end of the Pond. It is in close proximity to Wollman Rink, the Central Park Zoo, and The Plaza Hotel.

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Accessibility: Gapstow Bridge is accessible by pedestrian pathways within Central Park, making it a convenient stop for visitors exploring the park on foot or by bike.

Historical Significance: Like many features in Central Park, Gapstow Bridge is a testament to the park's historical and architectural heritage. It serves as a reminder of the park's original design by Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux in the mid-19th century.

Adjacent Landmarks: The bridge's location near the Central Park Zoo and Wollman Rink makes it a central part of the park's recreational and cultural offerings. Visitors often combine their visits to these nearby attractions with a stroll across Gapstow Bridge.

In summary, Gapstow Bridge is a beloved and picturesque landmark within Central Park, known for its graceful design and stunning views. Whether you're seeking a scenic spot for photography, a tranquil place to enjoy nature, or a beautiful backdrop for leisurely walks, Gapstow Bridge offers a serene and timeless experience in the heart of Manhattan.

[stevetonyisendgame]

It's the second day of work reveals for A Second Chance: A Steve/Tony Endgame Mini-Exchange and we have 7 fics and 2 artworks today!

Thank you to all participants - we’re so excited to share all these beautiful gifts with you! Enjoy and remember to leave kudos/comments for our hardworking creators to show your appreciation!! ❤️

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1. a beast of a burden for mrsgingles | FIC - 2.7k, T

Tony has secret conversations with Steve that even Steve isn’t privy to, even now. In those secret conversations, he says exactly the right thing to make Steve duck his head and smile, and when he confesses that Steve is the most infuriatingly beautiful thing the universe has ever come up with and he’s been madly in love with him for years, Steve admits he feels the same way. Then there are the conversations they actually have, which tend to go much worse because Tony is sarcastic and Steve is seething, and it’s a miracle they’re back on speaking terms.

2. The Five Stages of a Time Loop for embittered_ambition | FIC - 40k, M

Tony Stark looks Thanos in the eye. He raises his gauntlet in defiance and states his iconic phrase. He snaps, expecting death. But death doesn't come. Instead, he's back in his basement, completed time travel model in front of him. He builds the time machine. He snaps again. Again, and again, and again. Tony can't for the life of him seem to change the outcome of this story. What does change, though, is his feelings around it.'

3. Art Gift for Missy_dee811 | ART - G

As Steve prepares to return the stones, he hears a familiar voice.

4. One Final Surprise for XtaticPearl | FIC - 1.6k, G

Tony accidentally calls Steve from the flip-phone after his wedding gets called off.

5. I’m begging for you to take my hand for IronChantress3000 | FIC - 1.2k, T

Tony never saw anything as his.

6. It Was Always You for ralsbecket | ART - G

Everyone lives and nothing hurts :')

7. it’s that easy for zappedbysnow | FIC - 3.8k, T

Steve has two problems: 1. He has feelings for Tony but he’s not sure what to do about it. 2. Peter and Harley don’t seem to like him and he doesn’t know why. Actually, he has three problems. 3. There’s no way in hell Tony would be interested in him when his kids clearly hate him. Bucky thinks Steve’s only problem is that he’s an idiot.

8. i was put together wrong for MayBiTheWay | FIC - 11.7k, T

Even in his anger, in his misjudgment, or even in the barest glimpses of inadvertent cruelty, everything Tony did was with passion. No matter what, he was always graceful, grandiose, effusive. Incandescent. Tony grows in front of the cameras and keeps a world of expectations balanced on the tightrope of his shoulders, but nothing ever seems to be enough. The hubris is a fallacy and the smirk Steve had always known to be a front isn’t whimsy, as he’d expected; instead, it’s bred. As he follows a couple of his steps, Steve feels as Tony does, which is to say: intensely. Every happiness is a marvel, every pain is acute. The higher they fly, the harder they fall. (In which the stones beckon Steve into a glimpse of Tony's past, and it proves to be his unraveling.)

9. you’ve got to close your eyes and see for nostalgicatsea | FIC - 7.9k, T

Morgan manages to bring Tony back eleven years after Thanos’ defeat, long after everyone’s learned to live without him. Everyone’s overjoyed once they get over their shock, but Tony finds it hard to adjust, now that Pepper’s moved on and Morgan’s not a little kid anymore. Somehow, the one constant is Steve.

[adidastain]

only time will tell

90s matt stone x fem reader (grace)

warnings: none

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 1881

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“Hey.”

I heard a low voice whisper. I felt a small nudge on my shoulder.

All I saw was red until I opened my eyes. The soft pattering of the rain against the car I was in, paired with my physical exhaustion must have lulled me to sleep.

I looked at Matt, next to me in the driver’s seat. He looked pretty tired too, but remained nonetheless focused on the road in front of him as the stoplight switched to green.

“How long was I asleep?” I mumbled, adjusting my position.

“Five minutes maybe,” he said. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but we’re almost to your place.”

I hummed in response. It seemed like he had more to say, but he barely even blinked. I stared at his side profile for a moment, taking in how the red brake lights in front of us lit up his face.

“This is the long way to my place,” I stated, sitting up. I was wide awake now. My hand absentmindedly moved to turn on the radio.

“I know,” Matt said, sighing slightly.

“You just wanna hang out with me more. That’s why you woke me up with all of ten minutes left of the drive,” I snickered. The idea of him secretly wanting to spend more time with me made me feel slightly giddy.

I always thought Matt was pretty cool and funny. We’d talked once after meeting at a party a few weeks ago, and we met up at a bunch more parties since. This time, though, he offered to drive me home, both of us knowing that we don’t live close to each other at all.

“Well, you’re chill. Plus I only ever see you at parties. I feel like I barely get to talk to you,” Matt laughed.

“I thought I gave you my number?” I argued. “Call me once in a while, hm?”

“It’s not like you really call me either,” He said.

“That’s because I don’t have your number, nimrod. I could have sworn I gave you mine. Do you have a pen?”

“Yeah. In the glovebox,” He sighed.

Dramatically, I opened the glovebox and grabbed the pen. The box was full of napkins and paperwork and the like. I knew he had a bunch of crap in his trunk, but so did I. I wasn’t one to judge.

My hand grabbed his wrist, prying it from the steering wheel and turning it over. He was wearing a gray T-shirt and as I leaned in, I could smell his cologne. I had to ignore it so I could scrawl my phone number onto his skin three times over.

“Get that tattooed so you don’t lose it,” I huffed, leaning back in my seat.

“I won’t,” he laughed sheepishly. “Lose it, I mean.”

I hummed, smirking. I stared at the road for a while, listening to the radio. One of my favorite songs came on. Only Time Will Tell by Asia.

“I like the keyboard,” Matt said. For some reason, it felt… awkward. We were about 3 minutes away from my place now, and I was starting to feel sleepy again. I wondered what was on his mind that kept him so quiet.

“I do too,” I agreed. “It’s like a war declaration. This song is very triumphant.”

“It reminds me of The Final Countdown,” He said, smiling slightly.

I laughed. The other iconic keyboard-driven tune from the other one-hit-wonder band named after another continent. “Definitely,” I affirmed.

I started to feel slightly overheated. Being with Matt in his car in the rain gave me a warm feeling. That and the fact that he’d given me his zip-up at the party a few hours prior. It was the most comfortable thing I’d ever worn. And it smelled like him.

“Hey, don’t let me forget to give this back to you,” I told him, pulling on the sleeves. He glanced towards me, responding with nothing other than a nod of understanding.

Through the duration of the last two minutes of the drive, I spent about half of the time stealing glances at his hands, face, and neck, and half the time daydreaming.

“Get out,” Matt ordered jokingly as he pulled into my townhome driveway. I lived in a small, but vertically favored townhouse with two stories, packed in between several other nearly identical homes like a sardine.

“Ugh. Bye,” I rolled my eyes, grabbing my bag and whatnot.

“Lemme walk you to your door,” He told me, getting out of the driver’s seat. He left the car running as he joined me at my side to walk the treacherous ten feet to my doorstep. What would I have done without him.

Matt had his hands shoved in his pockets, his shoulders and arms tensed. I assumed he was cold. The rain wasn’t as heavy now, but mist still fell from the sky and chilled the air.

I tried to unlock my door, moving my hair out of my face. It fell in front of my eyes again, and after tucking it back a second time, only for it to fall again, Matt took the liberty of helping me out.

I turned my head towards him as his hand touched my face, but he was quick to let go as soon as my eyes met his. I raised my eyebrows in a playful manner, poking fun at him. He lowered his head, smiling.

My door finally opened, and I stepped inside, setting my stuff down before meeting Matt in the doorway once more.

“Don’t forget to call me,” I told him. “If you don’t call me when you get home, I’m gonna tell every person I know that you’re dead.”

Matt snorted in a laugh. “They don’t know who I am,” He snickered, grinning.

“They will once they hear the news,” I warned. “Call me!”

“I will, I will,” He said, pausing. Matt looked down at his feet for a moment, biting his lip. “‘Night, Grace.”

“‘Night,” I replied, closing the door as he turned to walk away.

I huffed, turning the light on in the kitchen as I became truly aware of how physically exhausted I was. It was also then that I realized I was still wearing his zip-up.

My brain dragged me to the door faster than my feet could move, swinging it open with haste and calling his name. “Matt!”

He was only six feet away, turning to face me as he heard his name. I stepped outside again, tucking my hair behind my ears as I approached him.

“You forgot to take this back,” I stated, unzipping the sweatshirt and taking it off. I felt the cold, wet air on my skin as I did so, having only been wearing a tanktop underneath.

“You can keep it, I don’t care,” Matt grinned. “It’s old anyway. Not that I want you to have old stuff, but you know what I mean.”

“You’re not sentimental about it? At all?” I asked.

“Not really.”

He was full of shit.

“Are you sure I can have this?” I asked, wanting to know what he was really thinking.

“Not if you don’t want it,” he said, smiling. I loved his smile.

“I do want it. Do you want me to have it?”

“Sure.”

“Yes or no?”

“Yes, I want you to have it,” Matt laughed. I’d been holding the hoodie bunched up in my hands. He gently pushed it towards me, before pocketing his hands again. “I have, like, 80 more.”

I stared at him, hoping to make him crack and tell me that it was his favorite hoodie and that he wanted me to have it in case I ever missed him, but he didn’t. Instead he shooed me away.

“Go get some sleep,” He ordered, touching my shoulder and pointing to the door. The contact and proximity made me veer my eyes away from his.

“Okay,” I huffed. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he laughed softly, turning to walk away. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

“Matt?” I squeaked.

“Grace,” he responded quickly, sounding slightly exasperated. I worried he was getting annoyed with me.

His face was patient, however. I stared at him, studying every detail. The slope of his shoulders and the way his shirt hung from them. His messy, curly hair, which was somewhat damp from the rain. The dorkiness of his glasses and stature as a whole.

“If you’re gonna ask me about the hoodie again…” He laughed nervously, biting his lip as I stepped closer to him. One of his hands left his pocket to reach behind his head and mess with the back of his neck and his hair.

I stopped about a foot away from him to put the sweatshirt back on, leaving my shoulders uncovered. I noticed his throat shift as he swallowed, lowering his head.

I gently grabbed his hand - the one attached to the wrist I wrote my number on - and turned it so the inside of his wrist was facing up.

“Don’t forget it,” I whispered. “Or else.”

I stared into his eyes, his face only a few inches away from mine. It took a moment for him to make eye contact with me, but once he did, he gained that infamous lifeless-eyed look in his face. His shoulders relaxed and he swallowed again.

I, however, was holding my breath. It took me a solid few seconds to psych myself up into sliding my hand gently up his arm, leaning closer as I did so. Matt was quick to hold my jaw in place with the fingertips of his other hand, but hesitated again, staring at my lips.

Then, I felt his nose brush mine, his hand slightly nudging my face upward. I barely felt his fingers at all as they were ghosting my cheek, unsteady.

I could feel his breath now, shaky as I could tell he was shivering and/or nervous. My free hand reached up to touch his chin, guiding his face closer to mine as I broke the space between us and kissed him.

It was gentle and almost hesitant. He seemed to be holding something in, but as soon as I kissed him again, he kissed me back.

It didn’t take long for me to lose my breath, despite how slow our kiss was. I felt weak in the knees and on the verge of fainting. Something about his lips and the way he carried the kiss was so intoxicating.

Naturally, we pulled away, our hands lingering on each other’s faces as we caught our breath.

“I couldn’t help myself,” I mumbled, grinning.

Matt laughed, letting his hands fall from my neck. It seemed like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

I yawned, my body reminding me of its exhaustion. Matt’s hands ghosted my waist as I reached up to kiss him one more time.

“You better call me,” I ordered. “G’night Mr. Sandman.”

“‘Night mamacita,” He said, teasing. I laughed, flipping him the bird as I stepped back inside once again.

The zip-up still smelled like him. I pulled the zipper all the way up and pulled the strings of the hood as tight as I could, trudging to my bedroom to lay down and await his call.

[liliomme]

Curating my fashion aesthetic base on celebrities who have the same placement as me. [part 2]

₊ ⊹ Taurus Mc | Leo Rising

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(Ex. Emma Stone, Selena Gomez, Marilyn Monroe, Blake Lively, And Alexa Demie)

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With the Leo Rising style, the Queen Lioness emerges, adorned in a regal tapestry of confidence and fierce elegance. Her fashion choices roar with audacity, as she embraces bold colors, opulent fabrics, and glamorous embellishments that command attention and leave onlookers in awe. Every ensemble is a masterpiece, meticulously crafted to accentuate her majestic presence, with flowing capes, shimmering sequins, and lavish jewelry that catch the light and reflect her radiance. Her mane is meticulously styled, framing her face like a golden halo, while her regal posture exudes an air of self-assured grandeur. The Leo Rising style is a symphony of boldness and beauty, celebrating the essence of the Lioness as she confidently walks her path.

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[daxieoclock]

I don’t completely agree with the reading made by the previous post, specifically I disagree that the chimera represents outing specifically; however, I do entirely agree with the conclusion. Falin Touden is a trans woman. This is an inherent and inalienable aspect to her character and her arc throughout the story of Dungeon Meshi. I think one subtle way Ryuko Kui communicates emotional context towards Falin are her eyes and her clumsiness.

Originally, as a full human woman, meek and conflict avoidant, we only rarely get to see her eyes. We most get to see them when she is spending time with Marcille, such as the ever iconic “I want you and my brother to live on” or her staring at Marcille in the bath. While Falin is not fully clumsy, she tends to move with the gait of someone whose body is not fully obeying her mind. She pushes with her whole body, falling towards enemies when she attacks, she is often in a state of partial teeter.

As a Chimera, her will is not fully her own. Her body is awkward and disjointed. When she scrambles up the wall to escape the party, her upper half looks to be reaching out for stones to help pull herself up, even as her human arcs lack the animal strength of her monster half. But Falin, as a Chimera, has her eyes open. She barely rarely needs to squint. We can infer she can now see the world brightly, clearly, more intensely than she ever could before. While her body is awkward, it is graceful, precise, controlled.

We don’t know what Falin is thinking and feeling at this moment, but seeing the world vivid and feeling in touch with her entire body, even as that body is “monstrous,” is an inherently relatable experience as a transfeminine person who has similarly been through that uncanny transitory period where dysphoria has lifted to such a degree that I can now be aware of my discomfort, where previously it was so intense as to dissociate me fully from my flesh.

And I invite those who have read the manga to extrapolate that brief and terrible euphoria into Falin’s state at the end of her arc, into the more stable joy of being in a body that delights her, a body both human and monster, a body with a soft animal that loves. Many of my sisters still do not yet know that soft animal.

And this is why trans affirming healthcare should be free. Thank you for coming to my Theodore Talk.

[sunny-reis]

Hi, may I ask you about write Ayato x reader who like be affectionate but only with Ayato? For example they don't like be touched or when someone use pet name or nickname but they like when Ayato do this? They are like this grumpy cat which only one person are allowed to pet haha.

Good day/night

headcanons - ayato with a grumpy(?) reader

credits to @/SodaPuff3 on twitter for the ayato icon :3

sorry, i can't take your touch; it's not that i don't want you...

notes: woohoo first request !! i've never written headcanons like this so please feel free to tell me what you think :)

i now realize that this is a lot longer than it needed to be .. oh well 🤠

tags: i was DEFINITELY projecting while writing this LMAO, reader isn't implied to be fem or masc in any way ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

🫧 there are a whole bunch of reasons you might not be that welcome to physical affection or touch from others

🧋 maybe you're just not comfortable? let's assume so for now lmao

☔️ anyways !! you're going about your day in inazuma, maybe running some errands, when you realize you forgot to get rice flour 🧍

🫧 for SHAME how could you forget the flour !!

🧋 now you have to go all the way back to the tsukomono grocery shop when you're already out of the city 😟 yikes

☔️ yeah that isn't gonna be a fun trip GOOD LUCK

🫧 anyways you're back at the grocery shop and - just your luck!! - it starts raining

🧋 why. does the universe hate you 😶

☔️ sigh. anyways

🫧 you do the mental gymnastics of realizing you have to walk back to the kamisato estate ... yeah lmao there's no way that's happening

🧋 you look back from under the little awning and see that it's now pouring cats and dogs

☔️ today's really not your lucky day huh 🫠 you're just standing there like a fool, watching it rain and holding your little bag of produce and (now wet 😟) flour

🫧 a few minutes later you see the one and only

🧋 your saving grace, the (now) light of your life, your reason to get up in the morning, the apple of your eye, your good samaritan,

☔️ your savior,

🫧 thoma !! you've never been happier to see the man

🧋 waving at him like a madman, he looks your way, eyes wide, and rushes over to you to ask you what the heck you're doing out here in the rain

☔️ you recount the whole flour situation (albeit embarrassed), and thoma, being the amazing person he is, offers to share his umbrella with you

🫧 you thank your lucky stars and gladly accept, now walking back to the kamisato estate as the rain pitter-patters over the polished paper umbrella

🧋 which is great ! you're really thankful and all that ! but there's a small, itty-bitty, minuscule, tiny problem

☔️ he's WAY too close for your liking 🧍

🫧 it's not that you're worried about good ol' thoma flirting with you or ayato being over-possessive or anything !!

🧋 you just Don't. like touching/being touched by other people (which is understandable !!)

☔️ but you don't know how to explain it to thoma without sounding like an absolute asshole (ﾟｰﾟ;

🫧 like he did offer to take you back home in the rain and he's a really good friend and all that

🧋 but every second that passes by with his arm brushing just a little too close for your liking drives you INSANE for some reason

☔️ by the time you reach chinju forest, you're overstimulated and frustrated and grumpy and slightly wet and your robes are clinging to your body and you can feel the water in your soggy socks and

🫧 OUGHHHH you feel like a steaming pile of trash ((´д｀)) at least the kamisato estate's just above the stone steps in front of you

🧋 after a few minutes of carefully climbing up them, drying off with a warm towel from furuta (the sweet old housekeeper), and a change of clothes, you plop down on your and ayato's shared bed

☔️ god the past hour's been .. something

🫧 you don't know if you're being dramatic (although you feel guilty .. so maybe not), but you still feel overstimulated after that sensory nightmare

🧋 so you curl up under the covers and try to sleep it off 💤

☔️ and you do !! you get a solid two hours of sleep (my eepy ass could never) before you're woken up by a tired ayato slipping under the blanket with you

🫧 neither of you say anything, but he understands everything by the look on your face

🧋 he knows about how sensitive you are to touch and proximity with other people, and has helped you get through many a sensory overload before

☔️ so you both just lay down in silence, lights dimmed, and you start to feel a little bit better :)

🫧 at the end of the day, you do think you need to work on setting boundaries with other people when it comes to things like physical touch

🧋 but that's all for another day !!

☔️ right now, you're focused on nothing but the shared warmth between you and ayato and the soft sound of your breathing

🫧 all is well now :)