For some reason I really want to write a fanfic in which Reigen, Serizawa and Dimple go to Rio de Janeiro out of all places to solve a weirdly complicated case (maybe the Black Opala urban legend). The client paid for all trip expenses so why not have some fun while they're there?? There is so much comedy potential in there with linguistic differences and cultural clashes. Spirits and Such's international travel...
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having a small mental breakdown over the prospect of my first lush Boxing Day. I know fully well that I’m going to be in shambles before I even show up. Idk when my local shop is opening then or if they even are and I’m scared to ask so I’m just gonna show up at 8am hopefully (nobody is going to want to cooperate with my plans and it’s gonna suck and go wrong and stress me out hence mental breakdown before I even set foot in there). I’m making a list of stuff to look out for and praying to every god
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just enough to let me drown - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | ?
During S6-E5, starting with Tommy meeting Diana at the narrowboat, how he gets back to Arrow, that particular Dinner, through to Tommy returning home after dropping Jack Nelson off at the train.
Tommy was running out of women who didn’t look like other women. If Lizzie found out, he’d have only redheads left to fuck in his old age.
No. No old age. Only this.
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Diana Mitford/Tommy Shelby, Diana Mitford/Oswald Mosley, Past Oswald Mosley/Tommy Shelby, Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Past Oswald Mosley/Lizzie Stark, Jack Nelson, Charles Strong, Small Heath Sex Worker | Reference to Incest, Dehumanisation, Cigarette Burns, Disassociation, Racism, Class Issues, Intrusive Thoughts, Extremely Dubious Consent, Post Rationalisation, Flashbacks, Dyfunctional Relationship, Self Harm, Oral Trauma, Trauma, Plausible Deniability, Close POV/Unreliable Narration, Horrible Dinner Parties, Prostitution, Shame, Hurt/Comfort, Eating Inedible Objects, Vomiting, Pre-Seizure Markers, Where Fascism becomes a Personally Targetted Sexual Nightmare, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Falling Off the Wagon, Unreliable Memory, Hoarding, Orgasm Control, Innuendo, Ethnic Slurs, Trying (so fucking hard!) to Communicate (emotion is the enemy of oratory!), Spiralling, Purposeful Ambiguity, Failed Love Confession/s
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Headcanon: Vincent definitely wears a lot of perfume/cologne. Like, it would be too much if not for the fact that it’s extremely high quality and perfectly suited to him. It’s sweet scents - vanilla, chocolate, honey, etc.
I always imagined him to wear these perfumes ( Vanilla Sex by Tom Ford & Libre le Parfum by YSL ) :D
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what are your fav fragrances that are just like.. *injects this directly into my veins*
esthée lauder pleasures has alway been one of my favorites ! just recentrly tried si lolita by lolita lempika and is sooo bold and fun just like it's bottle ! rain by clean is my version of a elegant, for work type of scent. tender light by esteé lauder ,,, i love the combination of chinese tea and bergamot… it smeels so divinely… heavelnly earthy. and lastly … floating by liis, a clean, fresh and absolutely lovely scent.
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Also on that note — it’s a constant struggle not to have an extra 500€ lying around that would allow me to buy 30ml of Shalimar and 15ml of Chanel no5.
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I have absolutely become a collector of small samples of very expensive perfume, and it has changed my life. To have a small morning ritual, to have something decadent and beautifully made, to smell something wonderful throughout the day no matter what is happening, to start each day with the small decision of what fragrance matches my mood and the outfit I’m wearing, like choosing earrings or eyeliner.
But I read the descriptions of this shit and it’s like “a decadent proposal of lush incense and amber, giving way to the hedonism of champagne” and I’m like… it smells like apple juice, just like the nursery school at the baptist church did, the way I was overwhelmed by the smell of it, can still remember the wooden tables we colored at, how one day I got stung by a bee and they had to set me on the counter in the little kitchenette while I sobbed my wretched little heart out as they dug the stinger out of my knee with tweezers then someone held me close and rocked me gently.
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