#modeling au

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And we back in business with Gosuku/Sukugo Modeling au~

Thank you for baring with my hiatus I’m almost done with studies and will be posting more often again!

[low-poly-kitty]

Spremenil sem pogled na svet, ti pa barvo las.

[97b0n3s]

Sigh maybe in another life Jim Kirk would’ve made a nice top model

ACTUALLY SCRATCH THAT. Spock would be a sought after top model his sheer cuntiness, height, slenderness would all make him soo perfect. His ability to make any garment look absolutely amazeballs would lead to great things.

Kirk was told by many of his friends and acquaintances that his sheer charm and ability to serve needed to be brought to the attention of fashion designers unfortunately he was gifted with rocking pecs and a short torso but nonetheless for the fun of it he tried out at a top modeling agency in San Francisco that was known for birthing the biggest models out there. A long shot he thought but worth one.

It was all over the news about a young Vulcan taking modeling by storm being desperately sought out by modeling agency across the galaxy but settled on the one in San Francisco. After all it seemed to be the logical choice seeing the amount of top models came out of it absolutely victorious in conquering every quadrant.

Christopher Pike in this is a modeling agent taking Spock as his top student at this point he wasn’t even a student he was practically an upcoming empire but he noticed the new comer. Short torso.. height.. not too tall.. to any modeling agent they would scoff, what a joke! Not Pike, no. He saw absolute potential in this charming young new face in the business. The absolute gall this boy had intrigued Pike. He saw his interactions with the other models and no other new faces complimented each other better than those two..

[eona-art]

AU where Adrien was a model from the 90's that disappeared, only for his ghost to be found by Marinette on accident and now he wont leave her alone

[jayohdotp]

🙋‍♂️🙋‍♂️🙋‍♂️

[gretasartt]

oh no, the model’s hot

[thezenanna]

art model agatha and pathetic loser rio au 😳

everyone go read ash's fic 💞

unholy uncropped version of agatha

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Safeguarding Mental Health: A Priority for Black Women in the Workplace

Written by Carlene Randolph

Introduction: In the modern workplace, Black women often navigate a complex landscape of professional challenges, compounded by societal and cultural biases. This intersection of racial and gender identities can place a unique strain on their mental health. Recognizing and addressing this issue is not just a personal priority but a collective responsibility.

Section 1: Unique Challenges Faced by Black Women in the Workplace Black women in the workplace frequently confront the dual burden of gender and racial discrimination. This experience, often termed as the 'double minority' status, can result in a heightened sense of isolation and stress. The constant need to prove oneself against stereotypes and bias can take a significant toll on mental well-being.

Section 2: The Impact of Workplace Stress on Mental Health Workplace stress for Black women isn't just about deadlines and workloads; it's also about navigating an environment where they may feel underrepresented or misunderstood. This can lead to feelings of imposter syndrome, anxiety, and even depression. Studies show that Black women are more likely to report experiencing workplace stress than their white or male counterparts.

Section 3: Importance of Mental Health Protection Mental health protection in the workplace goes beyond addressing immediate stressors. It's about creating an environment where Black women feel valued, understood, and supported. Protecting mental health is essential for not just personal well-being, but also for professional growth and achieving a balanced life.

Section 4: Strategies for Seeking Mental Health Protection Black women can take proactive steps to protect their mental health in the workplace. This can include finding mentors, building a supportive professional network, and advocating for inclusive policies. Employers can also play a crucial role by fostering an inclusive culture, providing access to mental health resources, and actively working to dismantle discriminatory practices.

Section 5: Overcoming Barriers to Accessing Mental Health Resources Despite the clear need, there are barriers in accessing mental health care, including stigma and a lack of culturally competent care providers. Overcoming these barriers involves a combination of self-advocacy, community support, and seeking professionals who understand the unique experiences of Black women.

Conclusion: The mental health of Black women in the workplace deserves focused attention and action. By acknowledging the unique challenges, advocating for inclusive policies, and providing access to appropriate resources, we can create a more supportive and empowering professional environment. It's time to prioritize mental health as a key component of workplace wellbeing for Black women.

This blog is dedicated to Antointte Bonnie Candia-Bailey.

Additional Resources:

National Alliance on Mental Illness

Black Women's Health Imperative

Therapy for Black Girls

Source: Safeguarding Mental Health: A Priority for Black Women in the Workplace

[3d-made-by-paws]

Hello hello dear friends! Time has come!

It's been little more than a year since I started this project and today I can happily announce: I MADE IT. IT'S DONE. YAY. \o/

My computer died a few times on the way but he's okay mostly. And school/work almost drew me insane but I survived! I want to say "thank you" to my mutuals and all people who wanted to see this as much as me.

Here is THE video:

@somerandomdudelmao @tapakah0 Tumblr ate quality so here is google disk with all files Enjoy!

Video from the future

Some previous footage

Funny earliest model

The headless model

The first sketch model

little meme

[lilybug-02]

Cave spelunking! Alone?!

Bug Fact: Some species of Snow Fly can withstand temperatures as low as 12°F (-11°C), due to having literal antifreeze in their blood. Pictures Below.

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Volume 2 Masterpost

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There she goes! Walking on sunshine snow!

They are even known to self-amputate legs if frostbite becomes an issue.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Steve is a one hit wonder, or at least that's what most of the world thinks.

You'd assume that he peaked in high school, and his claim to fame was a kegstand record or something, but no, that's not it. He was the "king", sure, but one day he just happened to sit on a bench in his uni's campus, and because his lips felt really dry from the windy autumn weather, he re-applied some lipgloss. A photographer taking pictures of the campus for a promotional brochure saw him, approched him, and voila! The biggest success (or maybe a mistake) of Steve's life was born.

He starred in a lipgloss commercial.

Look, in his defense, he needed the money. His parents cut him off, he was finally finding himself in his new major, and he was passionate about being able to afford rent and groceries. So he went to the studio, let them powder his face to oblivion and apply some lipgloss. They also gave him a shirt two sizes too small, which was really uncomfortable, but apparently made his shoulders look nice. He tried his best to recall wooing girls in high school, put on a hopefully seductive face, repeated some silly lines, and that was it.

He bought a new mattress with what he called the "lipgloss money" and thought that he could get back to his life with no change.

Except that didn't happen. Because the ad took off. Really, really took off. It got sold out almost immediately. The restocks were so sought after, there were lines forming in front of drugstores. The lipgloss was nice, thought Steve, non-sticky and with a nice flavor, long-lasting as per the ad, but he failed to see the mass appeal.

As it turned out, the appeal was himself. People recognized him on the street. They asked him to repeat that stupid line he said for the commercial. Somehow it got him more modelling gigs, all good and well-paid, but sometimes he thought he'd forever be the lipgloss guy.

As he's now standing in front of his class of students as their new PE teacher, he realizes it's not that much of a curse. Not if they consider it insanely cool that their teacher is famous, and if he can use the famous catchphrase as a motivator. "Alright, alright," he laughs and tosses a basket ball to one of his students. "Score at least twice in this game and I'll say it."

He's never seen a game so competitive.

In the end, the students fulfill his condition. He grabs the lipgloss that one of the girls hands him, applies it to his lips, and assumes the well-practiced pose. He's so deep into his lipgloss model persona he doesn't realize the door to the gym opens.

"Just try kissing it off," he whispers in the most exaggerated, seductive voice he can muster.

His class explodes in laughter and clapping, but there's also an unfamiliar sound - a guitar case being dropped on the ground. Eddie Munson, the new music teacher who is supposed to prepare the gym for a students' concert that evening, stares at Steve as if he's a snack. A sweaty, lipgloss-covered snack.

In the awkward silence that follows, Steve rushes to pick up the guitar case, apologizes for shocking his new colleague and tries to explain the situation.

Eddie chuckles with him and assures him that no, it's all good, at least their first meeting was memorable. Steve sends his students to tidy the gym, and has to laugh when Eddie asks - "Sorry, what was that phrase again?"

"The lipgloss is supposed to be long-lasting, that's why," he explains. It's "Just try kissing it off."

And Eddie doesn't laugh at him, he just smirks and whispers:

"Well, don't mind if I do!"

[moonyfbm]

So I've done it again.

My obsession with this damn comic has completely taken over. So here's my favourite innocent, little, evil creature.

Little sad Hero Forge doesn't yet have broken, almost featherless wings like Mother Spore in the comic. I've been wanting that kind of broken wings for a while. But oh well, this'll do!

All in all, I'm so happy with how this turned out. All the small, detailed tweaking really paid off.

:D

(In case people aren't clicking the link; this is from ddvau by @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11)

[muftiys]

model au, i am so normal

[baeshijima]

— stardust

the world is a vast place. in the grand scheme of things, humans are but a speck of dust; much like how you are sure you are nothing but a meagre speck of dust in the world he lives in, forever to be remained unseen. (if only you knew how you are the brightest star he'd ever laid his eyes upon.)

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.5k wc, royalty!au, contract marriage/marriage of convenience, fluff, smitten reca bc what would he be other than smitten, a little hint of bittersweet at the end if read between the lines aha...

A/N : ....i have a paper due monday. i havent started it. why do i do this to myself. (reca i love u can u not hear my cries and wails as fic after fic appears in my brain for u...)

Duke Reca of the northern territory; to many he is a well-accomplished noble, a young genius set for greater things, and the owner-slash-founder of the top theatre company. He is an idol — a role model to those who aspire to be more involved in the artistic side of the world.

To you, however, he is an absolute lunatic, the bane of your existence, and your contractual husband.

It's not like you had much choice. It was either: a) remain as a hollow puppet whose strings danced at your family's fingertips, or b) find some way to escape with outside power.

You, of course, chose the second option. Unfortunately, that somehow led to you meeting the young duke when out in the shopping district, trying to escape the suffocating presence of your family's knights accompanying you by running into a secluded alleyway, even if it was for but a momentary breather.

It was a whirlwind of a meeting... quite literally. Bodies flew; clothing tousled; breaths stolen. Well, at least for you it was like this. He, on the other hand, looked right as rain. (Lucky bastard.) You hadn't realised it was him at first, too absorbed in hasty apologies and the numbing bloom spreading across your backside like a wildfire (really, they ought to incorporate more padding in these flimsy clothes!), but when he uttered an apology of his own for not paying attention to his surroundings with an arm outstretched to help you stand, your mind all but blanked. What was someone of his status doing in a dingy alley? Didn't the newspapers report word of his self-confinement, having not stepped foot outside his manor in fervent preparation of his upcoming performance?

No, never mind all that; wasn't this a blatant opportunity being presented to you? An outside power that could help you escape the clutches of your family...

With gritted teeth, all sense of self-dignity was cast aside as you grasped his outstretched hand with both of your own, gazing into his widened eyes with your own narrowed ones.

"Your Grace, I know this is hardly the appropriate time nor place, but please... marry me!" Your words echoed within the enclosed space. Duke Reca blinked slowly down at you, and it was then you realised you never elaborated. "In... in a contractual marriage of convenience, of course."

"Oh?" he grinned, amusement and intrigue twinkling in his eyes. "And what is it you can offer me?"

"I..." Truthfully, there was nothing you could offer which would be beneficial to someone like him who had everything at the tips of his fingers. You were but a speck of dust in his world, merely floating and remaining unseen within his view. But even so, here you kneeled before him, his gaze wholly fixated on a speck of dust such as yourself. If nothing else, you at least had your desperation — a desperation to be your own person. "My lineage may be from that of a baron's, but I am confident I can be of use to you if you would permit it. So long as you accept my offer, I will do anything to aid you, whether that be through practical means or a performance you wish to see."

A beat of silence.

"Ha... haha... ahahaha!!"

And, as if things couldn't get any worse than a sore rear and disgruntled self, you were pulled out of your daze by a pair of gleaming carmine eyes, a maniacal grin, and his body, now kneeled just like you were, so very close to your own.

"That determination... how brilliantly you burn with such an expression!" The sheer glee which bled through his tone sent shivers down your spine, having never realised someone so esteemed had such a side to him. The duke breathed a breathy laugh and slightly backed up, his hands still holding your arms. "Alright, I look forward to seeing how brightly you will shine in your performance, my dear leading actor."

...Was it too late to back out and find an alternative solution?

Admittedly so, for the next thing you knew vows were declared and you were moved into the duke's residence. You could still remember your family's aghast expressions the moment you declared you were marrying Duke Reca and thus cutting ties with them. It was oddly freeing to see their contorted faces reveal their true nature.

Life as the duke's spouse was... something, to say the least. His servants and attendants almost seemed to have shed tears of joy at the revelation of their ever so lonely duke (their words, not yours) finally settling down and getting married, asking you questions such as how you both met, what drew you to their duke, who popped the question first, why you chose him of all people, so on so forth. It was... cosy. Something you admittedly weren't very accustomed to, but found yourself welcoming nonetheless.

One thing you never expected was for the duke to have a little pet of his own; a little toad dressed in a miniature beret and matching suit, at that. Assistant Director is what Reca had called her, and you think for someone so obsessed with the arts he ought to up his naming sense. She was also quite susceptible to compliments, something you discovered when commenting on the little toad's cute attire, with the duke's baffling translation of her bashfulness and her own compliment on your own looks. Apparently. You're not really sure, but you're inclined to believe it ever since she claimed a spot on your shoulder.

As the days-turned-weeks-turned-months bled into each other, you found yourself oddly lost at how well-adapted you have become of your new life and the duke's personality. From impromptu displays of affection both in and outside the manor to sporadic radio silence on his end when wholly consumed by his fervent passion for a project, you sometimes wonder just how you're still alive with the amount of heart attacks the man has given you.

But despite his... eccentricities, to put it lightly, there are times where you can't quite put a finger on certain expressions he would make when he thinks you're not looking. They're unlike his (once again, to put it very lightly) passionate eyes when rambling to you during mealtimes about an upcoming performance the troupe has; unlike the sheer mania he can exude when something truly sparks his inspiration; unlike the playfully smug grin he would give you when swooping down in dramatic flair to press a long kiss to the back of your palm; unlike the rare darkening of his expression that you cannot help but stiffen at when something or someone in the troupe doesn't quite match his expectations.

No. These ones are... soft. A kind of tenderness and unprecedented longing able to be identified if scrutinised close enough. It was evident in the ghost-like touches he would trail along your skin, as though afraid just a little more force would do irreparable damage. It was evident in the attention to even the most minute details, having everything from clothing to food to the decor suited to preferences you yourself never realised you had. It was evident in the way unadulterated fondness leaked through his tone when his unique terms of affection for you slipped through his lips when all was silent and you were supposed to be asleep.

"My dearest star..."

...Much like now, it would seem.

The bed dips by where your knees slightly bend, hidden under the beige covers. A familiar musky scent surrounds you not long after, and you find yourself involuntarily relaxing at the comfort it brings as your head further burrows into the pillow.

You want to stay awake, even if it's just for a second longer, to hear what he has to say to your less than conscious state. But, oh, his fingers threading through your hair and softly massaging your scalp and the gentle touch of his forehead against yours and the subtle comforting warmth that rolls off his body in waves does little to help you fight the sleep which easily takes over.

Oh, whatever! You'll just try and catch what he has to say next time.

Eventually your breathing evens out, only soft snores now heard within the large shared bedroom. Upon noticing this, Reca cannot stop the fond smile which lifts the corners of his lips, nor can he prevent the softening of his eyes as he continues to gaze at your sleeping form.

"My dearest [Name]," he whispers into the dead of night. Even now, several months later, he still cannot believe his luck to have run into you in that alleyway. It must have been fate which made him heed its call, urging him he would discover something sure to escape that terrible slump plaguing him for weeks on end.

Sure enough, it brought him to something irreplaceable; something he has been searching desperately for.

You.

And, with the tenderest of kisses pressed to your forehead that would put even the most sickening romantics to shame, he murmurs words of promise against your skin, an oath he swears to uphold no matter the obstacles which stand before him.

"In this life, I will ensure you have only the best of endings."

if you enjoyed this, reblogs and/or comments are greatly appreciated <33

[verflares]

(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol

+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]

btw, you can find these guys on inprnt! both as a pair, or apart :] You Choose.

[freshlovefein]

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ RAPPER!CHRIS X MODEL!READER TEXTS

part one. part two. PART THREE.

© chromehrts 2025

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Yall really like these guys with wings so here’s some more doodles! Im busy with commission work and won’t be active for a good while, but I’ll try to post more doodles ever so often. (Ahh the joy of drawing my favorite guys… it fills me with joy.)

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Safeguarding Mental Health: A Priority for Black Women in the Workplace

Written by Carlene Randolph

Introduction: In the modern workplace, Black women often navigate a complex landscape of professional challenges, compounded by societal and cultural biases. This intersection of racial and gender identities can place a unique strain on their mental health. Recognizing and addressing this issue is not just a personal priority but a collective responsibility.

Section 1: Unique Challenges Faced by Black Women in the Workplace Black women in the workplace frequently confront the dual burden of gender and racial discrimination. This experience, often termed as the 'double minority' status, can result in a heightened sense of isolation and stress. The constant need to prove oneself against stereotypes and bias can take a significant toll on mental well-being.

Section 2: The Impact of Workplace Stress on Mental Health Workplace stress for Black women isn't just about deadlines and workloads; it's also about navigating an environment where they may feel underrepresented or misunderstood. This can lead to feelings of imposter syndrome, anxiety, and even depression. Studies show that Black women are more likely to report experiencing workplace stress than their white or male counterparts.

Section 3: Importance of Mental Health Protection Mental health protection in the workplace goes beyond addressing immediate stressors. It's about creating an environment where Black women feel valued, understood, and supported. Protecting mental health is essential for not just personal well-being, but also for professional growth and achieving a balanced life.

Section 4: Strategies for Seeking Mental Health Protection Black women can take proactive steps to protect their mental health in the workplace. This can include finding mentors, building a supportive professional network, and advocating for inclusive policies. Employers can also play a crucial role by fostering an inclusive culture, providing access to mental health resources, and actively working to dismantle discriminatory practices.

Section 5: Overcoming Barriers to Accessing Mental Health Resources Despite the clear need, there are barriers in accessing mental health care, including stigma and a lack of culturally competent care providers. Overcoming these barriers involves a combination of self-advocacy, community support, and seeking professionals who understand the unique experiences of Black women.

Conclusion: The mental health of Black women in the workplace deserves focused attention and action. By acknowledging the unique challenges, advocating for inclusive policies, and providing access to appropriate resources, we can create a more supportive and empowering professional environment. It's time to prioritize mental health as a key component of workplace wellbeing for Black women.

This blog is dedicated to Antointte Bonnie Candia-Bailey.

Additional Resources:

National Alliance on Mental Illness

Black Women's Health Imperative

Therapy for Black Girls

Source: Safeguarding Mental Health: A Priority for Black Women in the Workplace