“Stee-ee-eeve,” Robin groans miserably into the Family Video countertop, voice muffled by her folded arms. “I’m gonna get fired.”
“What? Why?” Steve gives her a sharp look, because Robin just came out of the back office after a private conversation with Keith and oh god, if Robin gets fired then Steve will have to quit, and he hates job hunting, man, he really—
Robin lifts her head, leans forward on her elbows, and says in a rushed stage whisper, “I cannot stop being a total asshole to Keith!”
Steve huffs a laugh.
“It’s not funny!” she hisses. “Our very jobs are at stake!” Her hands reach up to tug the ends of her hair into two tight fists, and her eyes go wide with worry.
Okay. Steve can be a good friend. “What happened?”
“He pulled me back there to tell me that he’s- ugh” —Robin’s face looks like she just bit into moldy leftovers— “that he’s going into his dad’s insurance business and would I like to go to lunch with him to talk about insurance? Long term care insurance, Steve!”
Steve’s cracking up by the end of her rant, because her voice has cranked up to full volume and her hands are flapping all over the place like her wrists aren’t totally screwed on right and he really just loves his best friend so much.
“Yeah, yeah, keep laughing, pal.”
“Pal?” Steve laughs.
“Whatever! Anyway, so he says all of that to me, and my stupid brain-to-mouth filter just evaporates, apparently, because I look at him and suddenly cannot contain the PFFFT noise that wants to come out of me. Only I squeeze my mouth shut too tight, so instead, I end up making this high, crunchy snort sound like kkkrkrkrht to his face!”
Tears. There are tears pouring out of Steve’s nose. He’s doubled over laughing with his hands braced on his knees, and Robin whines “oh, my god!” and thumps him right in the middle of his spine.
“Ow!”
“Stop laughing and tell me what to do!”
“Okay! Jesus! Stop thumping me!”
“No!” And now Robin’s laughing, too, unleashing a flurry of blows all over his arms and ribs with her freakishly long fingers.
“Excuse me,” the stern, quivering voice of an old woman cuts through their slap fight. They turn in unison to see a mop of tight gray curls barely peeking over the candy display. (Oh, god. Robin’s gonna spend a whole week now talking about how Sophia Petrillo came in to return a video, he just knows it.) “Are either of you two going to assist me?”
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part two of the medieval redesigns!! Thabk you everyone who liked part one that means alot :3
this part includes all the foreign princes + Rio
Starting off part two with my favourite boy!! Rio<3!!
Followed by silvio
Keith <3!
Gilbert >:3!!
And now for the three new prince's!
Starting with Matthias!!
and azel <3
Finally kagari!!
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If you wanna get tagged in the future please tell me :3
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Truman Capote's Swans
"To be one of Truman's Swans, it wasn't enough that a woman be elegant, beautiful, and rich. She had to be amusing." -Laurence Leamer, Capote's Women
Babe Paley (1915-1978), photographed by John Rawlings for American Vogue, February 1, 1946.
Slim Keith (1917-1990), photographed by Horst P. Horst for American Vogue, February 1, 1949.
Lee Radziwill (1933-2019), photographed by Cecil Beaton for American Vogue, March 15, 1962.
C.Z. Guest (1920-2003), photographed by Irving Penn for American Vogue, March 15, 1954.
Marella Agnelli (1927-2019), photographed by Horst P. Horst for American Vogue, October 1, 1967.
Gloria Guinness (1912-1980), photographed by Horst P. Horst for American Vogue, January 1, 1949.
Pamela Harriman (1920-1997), photographed by Horst P. Horst for American Vogue, September 1, 1962.
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