#jc penny

[90s-2000s-barbie]

JCPenny Christmas Book (2004)

[papashittycams]

Voigtlander Bessa R3A, Zeiss 50mm f/2 Planar T*, Kentmere Pan 400, Rodinal 1+25

[coconutgirlsgotasurfcrush]

Source

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[vampyriix]

Feeling normal about season six

[your-local-granny]

i know there's many interpretations of klapollo and they're all valid or whatever all are welcome to dine at the lords table ect ect but to ME. it is integral that:

a) apollo doesn't give a single shit that klavier is famous and

b) that apollo isn't insecure abt his looks

because if you don't have that then it's just a 1directioner insert fic which. I can accept but it's hard for me to return to those grade school recess conversations in full sincerity. and if you DO have those things then klapollo is the greatest modern successor to roger and jessica rabbit

[scribblewise]

[thelockedchoom]

Tlt mall au: harrow becomes the manager at hot topic after betraying her psycho-sexual nightmare situationship gideon (who worked part time at the sunglasses kiosk). At the same time Ianthe actually kills a man in cold blood so she can get the promotion at claires. Harrow goes to said claires, gets a lobotomy from ianthe, and proceeds to have a really weird time at the big managers retreat.

[bettercostume]

difang fic bit:

difang post canon, li lianhua has gone into seclusion and the two of them figure out what happens next

Di Feisheng chose a long route back to his enclave, one that would take them up through high ridges and plummeting valleys that he had never dared visit. Now free of compulsion, he could travel as close to Di Fortress’s territory as he wanted.   Fang Duobing, unaware of the meaning behind this route, bitched tirelessly about it.

“There’s a trade route that follows the coast, you know. It’s funded by the transportation bureau and everything, so the road is smooth and there are checkpoints with whole taverns attached.”

Di Feisheng said nothing.

“That means there are inns! And breweries! And people!”

“I don’t care for any of those things,” Di Feisheng said, stomping up through a drift of red pine needles. 

“That’s a lie,” Fang Doubing said. “A’Fei! I know you like to travel well! I met you in that hot springs town just months ago!” 

He had. In the time spent without Li Lianhua, when they split to follow their own leads, Di Feisheng had expected a clean severing of ties only ever to be rebuilt by the reappearance of their one connection. This had not been what happened.

He himself had intended to measure out his time in between scraps of sightings, whispers of Li Lianhua, in venting his anger by smothering the remnants of disobedience amongst his followers. Traveling alone would be simple enough. But after about a week he had realized he slept poorly and lacked patience in his dealings; that he was, unbeknownst even to him, waiting for something. Wuyan began to volunteer information about his erstwhile companion during his check-ins: Fang Doubing meant to topple the indentured servant tradition of Xuanfeng Mansion. Fang Doubing had succeeded, after two days undercover as a traveling musician.  Fang Doubing now had to rehome twelve children. Fang Doubing wanted to know, did Di Feisheng have any ideas? 

“Give them to an abbey,” Di Feisheng immediately wrote him. “Otherwise you will have twelve more mouths to feed at Tianji Hall, and your mother will lash you to the front gate with leg irons.”

“Wonderful news! I have accepted twelve promising souls into our care at Tianji Hall,” came the cheerful reply.  

And so on. It finally came to be that Di Feisheng had the choice, after an evening spent strangling members of the Iron Fang sect in a drippy town that smelled like squid, to either ride on to an inn further up the coast or camp in the nearby woods and wait for any stragglers to appear, and strangle them as well. Di Feisheng stood under the overhang of a dismally appointed, and now vacant, shack and whistled.

“Have you seen any movement?”

“None, my lord,” Wuyan said.

Di Feisheng looked off in the distance, towards the town.

“Young master Fang is in residence in the Mountain Spring Inn,” Wuyan offered, casually. 

“Really,” Di Feisheng said.

The hot springs were sulphurous but the inn was sublime. Di Feisheng entered through the window to Fang Doubing’s sumptuous rooms, which he must have blown through all of his allowance to rent. 

“A’Fei! Use the door!”

Di Feisheng sat at his table. 

“Congratulations on your twelve children,” he said. Fang Doubing, who would need to be beaten into a stupor to erase his etiquette muscle memory, was already pouring him tea.

[peonypyxels]

[sanguinessunflower]

I only know how to draw Jason as a 90's mom apparently

[lynxy-binxy]

I think this may be my favorite photo I have of myself.

[angelwiththeblue-box]

self care is drawing ur blorbos in the poses of ur other blorbos (both are incredibly niche)

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[eirian]

merry christmas from loretta and priscilla (@legohomes)

and their snubbull

[miabuysvideotapes]

Family photo time :D