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salemontrial · 11 months

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My (probably unfinished) official list of everything I love about the trailer💫

- "How's it going :))-" SWERVED. ALEXANDER CLAREMONT-DIAZ GOT FUCKING S W E R V E D-

- Nora looks like she's going to stab Alex with her high heel. Also she's so pretty. Xjakcjd

- "you've done some pretty stupid things in your life, but this-" "Takes the cake? :DD-"

- The way Henry looks at them when they're lying on the floor covered in cake. It's like he's restraining himself from strangling Alex with his own suit jacket for the sole purpose of not worsening the scandal.

- "HENRY. SHOVED. ME.😡🥺" "An urge I currently share."

- Ellen in her pantsuit.. hey Ellen👉👈

- Alex is looking for ways to escape the room when she says the words "damage control" he fucking knows-

- THEY. GOT. LIL NAS X. ON THE FUCKING SOUND TRACK. Oh I p r a y they got the rights to Get Low I p r a y.

- ALEX'S FACE WHILE ZAHRA IS BRIEFING HIM HES SO DRAMATIC

- Im sorry guys henry is so fine alexander isnt going to be the only one thirsting over henry for the entire 2 hours/jjj

- That FUCKING handshake in the park. I can see the veins in their hands they are g r i p p i n g-

- these faces this is a point.

- "My NDA is bigger than yours, I want you to know that." "You're wearing Lifts. I know that too, sweetheart." -H e a d t u r n--- HES SO FLOORED FJSNF-

- HENRY'S LITTLE MOUTH QUIRK AFTER HE SAYS THAT

- I CAN SEE THE KEY NECKLACE. I CAN S E E IT BLESS THE COSTUME DEPARTMENT SHOVING HIM IN A LOWCUT SHIRT-

- "You better act like the sun shines out of his ass and you have a vitamin D deficiency" ZAHRA HAS THE BEST LINES AND ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES.

- Alex faffing about with his hair via his phone camera before the interview thats my b O Y-

- Henry slides over the box of cornettos so hard like thats the only hostile act hes allowed to parttake in

- To the person who theorized in the comments of one of my posts that Alex was going to do a little shoulder punch in the interview scene i am going to draw you a little firstprince fanart-/hj

- Because that was so funny and so fucking cute henrys fucking face through that whole interaction was just. He looks like he's actively trying to dissociate from the situation fjsjfj-

- The cancer ward🥺🥺

- Alex's u g l y ass suit at the new years gala... its such a gross jacket guys Im sorry this is what happens when you dont have jUNE TO MICROMANAGE HIS WARDROBE-

- Alex putting his arm around Henry and Henry smiling to himself because he's probably got the most insane case of butterflies

- I'm marrying the lighting director of this movie.

- GUYS GUYS SHUT UP ITS THE KISS.

- HENRY'S FACE BEFORE HE GIVES THE "Christ, you are as thick as it gets" LINE IS SO FUNNY. QUESTIONING WHY HE EVER WENT AND FELL IN LOVE WITH A DUMBASS

- THEY D O N T KISS LIKE THEYD RATHER GO DOWN A RAZOR WATERSLIDE🎉🎉🎉🎉💫💞💞🏳️‍🌈/GEN

- He does Henry's "Oh shit" face so w e l l-

- ALEX'S STETSON EVERYONE GET AWAY FROM ME

- KARAOKE SCENE KARAOKE SCENE I SEE HENRY AT THE MICROPHONE

- Guys hes g o i n g to do the thing he does with the bottle I just know it oh my god

- "Get O V E R yourself your majesty -p i l l o w-" "It's your royal HIGHNESS -p i l l o w-" "OHoho-"

- The polo match sjsjf. Same alwx-/J

- The little new voters goal thingy poster thats so cute actually-

- The pride flag in the back of the campaign office

- Henry texting while he's getting the royal preening sjcj

- never thought id cry just hearing henry say he misses alex out loud-

- THEYRE NOT SANITIZING IT TO MAKE IT PALATABLE/POS

- HENRY IN THE CLOSET I AM GOING TO SCREAM-

- "If anyone sees you leave this hotel I will brexit your head from your body....... Your royal highness." I LOVE HERRRRRR

- IF YOU FEEL FOREVER ABOUT HIM. AND THE AND THE PANNING TO THEM IN BED WITH THE SOFT LAMP LIGHT. AND THEYRE SO SOFT. AND AND AND AND. UEUE

- "Do you love him?" "What difference would it make if I did?"

- Bea's voice is so pretty sobs..

- It's always the blond autistic boys in the blue hoodies I swear to god/lh

- Theyre just chilling in their robes🥺🥺🥺

- DAVID!!!!!!!😭😭😭💞

- "Prince Henry belongs to Britain" and what if i sobbed.

- THEM HOLDING HANDS SOMEBODY SEDATE ME.

- NO SHUT UP NO GO AWAY HENRY CRYING... I TRUST HIM WITH HENRY'S HEAVIER SCENES NOW

- THEYRE AT THE LAKEHOUSE😭😭😭

- "It's like there's a rope attached to my chest and it keeps pulling me towards you"

- THE ASS GRAB. ALEXANDER GABRIEL CLAREMONT-DIAZ

- "The night is young, ma✨" <- said as if he isn't currently groping the prince of England's ass

- She sees right fucking through him sjcjsj

CONCLUSION: I will eat my hat. The movie looks really really really fucking good, it looks spectacular and I am so excited for it. I trust them. I'm only SLIGHTLY mad they barely had Nora in it and I'm only SLIGHTLY bitter at cutting June and Luna. But I am an optimist and I will focus on the good which is that they're doing the characters incredible justice, and if I see one person try to deny their chemistry I will A Clockwork Orange their ass to this trailer for days. Because That Is Alex and Henry. That's them in front of my eyes and I think they're in very good hands and this is the most coherent thing I can write I'm still crying-/srs

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue movie #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue trailer #rwrb trailer #🇬🇧🇺🇸 rwrb posting

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ciaossu-imagines · 5 months

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miura haru fashion designer au? ☆

Of course! I love this idea, it's a really fun one, and I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons I came up with! Thanks, as always, for sending this in!

Okay, but I really do love this question because, with the skills and interests she's presented with in canon, Haru being really into fashion and even becoming a designer herself makes a lot of sense.

I do see, even in canon, Haru being really into different types of fashion herself. I think, instead of Tsuna and the mafia really being a thing at all, Haru grew up and she got really into cosplay. She got really internet famous for it in her teen years, especially as she hand-made every cosplay piece she wore, except for the wigs. I'll admit, in the beginning, her pieces weren't always the best but her skills increased drastically throughout practice and time.

Because of the level of internet fame she did achieve, she started to make connections in the fashion field and she was able to monetize her skills to some extent. With both of those things combined, she was able to travel and I think her actual career in fashion started not as an actual designer but in her finding a position in the wardrobe and costuming department for a small studio.

I think her skills in that department not only caught the attention of studio higher ups but those in the field. She got promoted rather quickly and moved to more known studios. She works really hard and is insanely picky. If she can't find something already made that she feels fits a character, she makes it herself.

She really hit the big time on a couple of shows she worked on, one a historical drama where her hand-sewn and elaborate traditional garb had so many online posts about it and was featured in a couple magazines, but also her work on a teen drama, where her quirky outfits for one of the supporting characters had people online clamoring to know where they could buy the clothes the character was wearing. That ended up with her work being featured in a number of blogs and trending on social media.

Haru got approached by several celebrities with the request to become their personal stylist and she did do that for a couple of years, where her outfits got even more public attention.

Along the way, her quirky sense of style and avant-garde fashion caught the eye of many in the field and she also noticed just how many 'normal' people mentioned wishing they could have those sort of clothes in their closets.

It's because of the success she's had and all the hard work she's put in over the years that I do see her, mid-thirties, opening her own design house. She really is a hit during Fashion Week and again, has many celebrity fans who wear her work on the red carpet or at events. She's always one of the designers worn during the Met Gala and I think that's the area she really allows herself to go high-fashion and quirky and over the top.

However, I do see her running a design line, less pricey and more mainstream, though still colourful and fun and quirky. It's carried in a couple of chain department stores, sells really well, and is what's accessible to people off the street and while still a little expensive, she has a lot of hardcore fans because her clothes are well-made, wash and wear well, and have a very unique style.

She also pairs with a couple companies, including Irregular Choice because I feel that's a brand she loves personally, to do her own limited run of shoes and jewelry, maybe even making a few perfumes with a perfumery line.

I could even see her dabbling in creating make-up with a company, high shine glosses, quirky colour palettes, etc. The packaging itself would also be really colourful, almost Lisa Frank-esque, but all the products themselves are cruelty free, safe for all skin types, and she really does insist that they be the best quality they can be while still remaining affordable for most people, even if they are a little bit of a luxury splurge.

I think she would, if given the opportunity, also love to expand her design skills into home decor, things that are very much maximilistic in style.

#replies #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #headcanons #au headcanons #fashion designer au #haru miura

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pick-me-up-im-scared · 1 year

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I´ll Show You (Hiccup x Reader), Chapter 2: Wakie wakie, School-time!

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"Yeah-, wait! How did you know my name?" Hiccup asked, rather confused. "How did you know my name" I quickly shot back, not knowing what to ask first. This is kinda hard to take in. "Toby told me". Wait! He wasn't lying? "Oh, a-and these are for you. Unfortunately they didn't have any white ones, but I hope red will do?" he raised a generous bouquet with red roses to me. I raised my shaky hands to take them. I looked at them for a while, perhaps to calm my nerves down by my... guest. "T-thank you" I said with a smile which made Hiccup smile too. "Uh, come in. You must be freezing" I said moving aside, allowing him to get inside. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as he passed me. This is insane, this is insane. I have a fictional character in my house. "The leather traps the warmth better than you think" he informed me as he looked around, focusing on the lamp."You've got fire trapped inside of that?" he asked, pointing to the lightbulb. I chuckled "No, it's just a normal lam-" I stopped myself, remembering the gigantic steps that's been done through the different time areas, especially in the light sores-department. "No, it's actually lit by this thing called 'electricity'. So when I push this button it's off..." the room's completely dark "... and when I push it again it's on" the room is lit again. Hiccup's jaw was on the ground, the fascination on his face was insane. It was comparable to the expression my face was having as my eyes traced the guy in front of me. He went up beside me and pushed the light-switch himself. On and off, on and off, on and off. The excitement on his face was so pure. I felt my cheeks heating up. After all, this is the guy I've been having a crush on since I was like 10. Why am I being so calm? Could it be the fact that my brain probably hasn't got the chance to understand what's actually happening? That I still have a feeling this is some sort of prank that would soon be revealed?

"Do you mind?" I said while raising my hand to his face, throwing personal boundaries out the window. This has to be some kind of trick. A fictional character is standing in my hall. How realistic does that sound? When my hand reached his cheek it sure was physical skin against it. I licked my thumb and tried to wipe away any potential makeup. Nothing. I tilted his head upwards, looking for any seams of a mask. Nothing. I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming. Nothing. While shaking out the pain, I understood. This is real!... but how? "Uhm, I'll look into this further tomorrow. But I can't do much about it now. Follow me, I'll show you my room". As I reached the stairs I could tell he was following due to his prosthetic clicking against the floor. I let out a huff in disbelief. How is this real? Once we reached my room I stepped inside and turned around, facing Hiccup. "This is my room" I explain as I help my arms opened wide. His eyes wandered around my room, "Uh, you can enter if you want". He chuckled awkwardly before taking a few steps inside the room, still investigating it. "F-feel free to look around. I'm just going to get you a blanket and a pillow" I said before heading down the hall.

As I was on my tippy toes, trying to reach the pillow that was set on the highest shelf in my parent's wardrobe, a scream made me jump. "Hiccup?" I yelled back in a worried tone. Even though the unexpected sound lead to me losing my balance and fall to the ground, I quickly jumped up and ran to my room. As I reached my room, out of breath from my marathon, I saw Hiccup laying on the floor while looking terrified at the TV he some how manage to turn on. I sighed in relief and went up to pick up the remote beside Hiccup to turn it off. "W-who is that and how did they get inside of your house?" he asked, still shook from his traumatizing experience. I giggled at him before continuing to explain what a TV is, and how it works. Well, as good as I could. He was still doubtful but didn't ask any more questions. I went back and picked up the pillow and blanket I'd abandoned on my parent's bedroom floor. "Okay, so this is your temporary bed. It's not much, but after tomorrow I hopefully got some answers and, if needed, then can update your sleeping spot" I explained as I dropped the mattress we use for guest on the ground next to my bed. Hiccup laid down on the mattress and let out a moan "This is so comfy! It's way better than my bed at home. Thank you, (y/n)" he smiled up at me. I blushed at him saying my name, also for that unexpected moan. Holy thoughts, (y/n), holy thoughts! I went on with my night routine, and when I came back to my room Hiccup was already asleep. Spread out on the mattress, fully clothed, blanket being kicked off. I smiled at the sight, before entering my own bed to go to sleep. Though I was struggling. My mind caught up with the weird events of today, leaving my mind wandering. I tried to guess what Toby's answer would be, but ended up making my mind even more confused. As if that's possible. I guess my exhaustion got the best of me, making me fall asleep.

I woke up by someone shaking my shoulders while repeatedly saying my name. "What?" I said, trying to adjust my eyes to the bright room. "I think your house is about to explode!" Hiccup yelled. I looked at him confused, just now being able to point out his features. "Don't you hear that sound? My gods! It might be too late!" the panic being clear in his voice. I reached for my phone on the nightstand beside me, and pressed the button to turn off the alarm. "It's an alarm, Hiccup. It's meant to wake you up when you've got something important to do". He relaxed. I only now noticed he's sitting in my bed... on my lap. Don't blush, (y/n)! "What's the important thing you have to do?" he asked, while his hands falls down in his lap. "School" I answered, while stretching. "Oh, that's why it's been ringing for half an hour?" I nodded "Yeah, exac- wait! HALF AN HOUR?", Hiccup nodded. I flew up, throwing Hiccup off of me in the process, leaving him right beside where I was just laying. "No, no, no, no" I continued while throwing on my clothes and packing my backpack. I turned to Hiccup, who's still laying in my bed "Uh, you're coming with me, sleeping beauty". He raised his head, "What? Why?" "Because we're talking to Toby today. I don't have time to come home and get you after class, so you're gonna have to come with me from the start. But I only have once class, so you won't have to wait that long". Hiccup threw back his head against the pillow with a groan "But I don't want to" he whined. I grabbed his wrist while dragging him down the stairs to the hall. "Don't seek any attention, okay? Just be quiet and follow me", Hiccup nodded. While looking at him I realized no one would be fooled. He's literally wearing Viking-clothes. I would need to erase anything that would possibly make people turn their heads.

I tossed him my white, oversized, winter jacket and instructed him to put it on. Hood up. I noticed him struggling with the zipper, so I gave him about five minutes until I slapped his hands away and did it myself. In an attempt at hiding his prosthetic I gave him a pair of grey sweatpants of mine. Considering his skinny legs, they fit looser on him than they did on me. I let the sweatpants-leg fall over the prosthetic. Not satisfied, I tossed around in our closet, finding my dad's old Nike's. They were from his "prime time", as he'd like to call it. He outgrew them about 20 years ago, and considering his age at the time I thought they would fit Hiccup perfectly. And I was right. While letting him put on the shoe on his regular foot, I attached the other one on the prosthetic by knotting the laces to it. Backing up, I admire my creation. This could work. I tossed him a pair of gloves. After all, I didn't want him to freeze even though I think he's been through way lower temperatures at Berk then a chilly day at Stratford. I grabbed my other, dark blue, winter jacket and put on my own shoes. I opened the door and motioned for Hiccup to get out. I locked the door before jogging down the porch to catch up with Hiccup again. There wasn't much talking throughout our walk to my school. Mainly due to me being so stressed not being able to reach school in time. But we were doing good. I need to say something. "H-how is your peg-leg doing? Do you still get some grip?" I asked while looking down at my little construction. He chuckled "It's a bit difficult to keep my balance. The end of my prosthetic keeps slipping inside the shoe". I gave him a sympathized look while grabbing onto his arm to help him balance. "I'm sorry. I promise this won't happen again, you just can't stick out from the rest. I can't risk someone recognizing you". "Stop", Hiccup held up his hand which made me stop, "Recognize me? People know me here?". My eyes opened wide. Should I tell him? "It's, uh... it's... a bit... complicated?". Hiccup looked at me, intrigued to hear my answer. As my school glimpsed not far away I quickly said "I'll tell you about it another time". I could hint his disappointed face as we entered school. Mission: Find Toby. I looked at my phone, fifteen minutes till my math class starts. Mission: failed. New mission: attend math class THEN find Toby.

I need to find a place to "hide" Hiccup while I attend class. We're usually allowed to sit anywhere around the school under the math classes. So it won't be hard for me to meet up with him after informing my teacher where I'll be sitting. I grabbed Hiccup's wrist, making sure he'll keep up with my pace. We ran down the hall to the library. I found a table that's a little hidden by all the selfs around it and told Hiccup to take a seat. "Uhm, could I take off this jacket? It's really hot in here" he innocently asked. I sighed, his "regular" clothes would draw attention if anyone just looked his way. I tried my best to come up with a solution with the short amount of time I had. You're not making it easy for me, Hiccup! I remembered the oversized t-shirt I'm wearing under my hoodie. I'll survive without it for one class. As quickly as I could I pulled off my hoodie and t-shirt. Hiccup's eyes widened as he saw my bare chest, only clothed in a bra. But I couldn't care less. What mattered to me now was to get to class in time and not kill Hiccup by a heat wave. I threw Hiccup the t-shirt and grabbed my hoodie, threading it over my head... again. It didn't cover up much of his armor, but it's better than nothing. "Let's remove these too" I said while removing his bracers. Hiccup just watched while I slide them off and tossed them in my backpack. "Okay, Hiccup. You stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes. While I'm gone, don't talk to anyone. If someone asks you why you're here, tell them you're waiting for your friend (y/n). Okay?", he nodded. As I was about to leave I stopped at a nearby bookshelf, grabbed a random book and tossed it to Hiccup. "Make it look like you're reading" I finally said before running to class.

I attended class in time, but just barley. As I entered the classroom I went up to the table Emelie sat with her current boyfriend, whatever his name was. "And where have you been? Had a rough time last night? First night parent-free". I chuckled "Yeah, it was quite... eventful" I answered, not referring to the same "eventful" she was referring to. She raised and eyebrow at me "Really? You know watching the how to train your dragon- movies and fantasize about that Hiccup-guy isn't 'eventful', right?" I stiffened at the mentioning of his name, but quickly laughed it off. As soon as the teacher was done with the rollcall I went up to him and told him where I'd be studying. I went back to my table to grab my backpack and say my good bye to Emelie, much to her confusion. Before heading out the door straight to the library. When I arrived I went up to Hiccup, who tried his best to look as interested in the book as possible. "Time's up, DiCaprio. No need to pretend anymore" I said while grabbing the book, knowing too well he wouldn't get my reference. I put the book back on its shelf before setting up my math book to start studying. Even though Hiccup's too polite to complain, I could tell he was bored. I can't blame him. Who would enjoy looking at someone doing math if they didn't have to? "Hey! You like to draw, right?" I asked with a warm tone. Hiccup looked up at me and nodded. I looked inside my backpack and picked up my sketchbook and my pencil case. I liked to do some fribble-drawings when class was too unbearable. So I would always bring a sketchbook and some pencils. I open a fresh page and zipped open the pencil case. I couldn't help but smile as he happily began to draw. Now I can finally focus on my work.

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#httyd #httyd 2 #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #hiccup x reader #hiccup x reader imagines #hiccup #ill show you

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doctor-cerium · 2 years

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please share the monty lore

DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ME RAMBLE ABOUT MONTY BEING TRANS AND HIM DATING THE DAYCARE ATTENDANT???? YES??? NO???? OK HERE I GO

This is all mainly based on my RP portrayal of Monty, but!!!! That's ok!!!!!! Basically the same guy, just a bit more gay-

OK TIME FOR MY RAMBLE ABOUT MONTY BEING TRANS + HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH THE DAYCARE ATTENDANT

Okok so Monty and DA started dating before Monty was even in the band. Like, back when Bonnie and Foxy were still around and Monty was just,,, the gator at Gator Golf. He was just a side-attraction, kinda like DJMM and DA. Side-attractions have less strict rules than the Glamrocks, so they can basically dress how they'd like (if it fits under the company's guidelines ofc)

DA enjoyed taking the kids to the golf course (because it's connected to the Daycare, y'know?), so they often had the chance to talk to Monty and Oh No The Gator Is Hot. Monty enjoyed DAs company, mainly because the other animatronics don't visit the side attractions that often. The Glamrocks have each other, DJ is too big to fit anywhere, so DA and Monty were the only ones that could really do things with each other.

DA was definetly the one that confessed first (Friends to Lovers, y'know) and Monty was just like "!!!! Two boyfriends? :DD" That's really how they started dating! Just something sweet like that, they deserve it.

OK NOW TO MONTY BEING TRANS BECAUSE I'M INSANE

He always knew that something was up with him, but just didn't know what exactly. He never really fully fit in with the other side-attractions, but obviously also wasn't a Glamrock member (yet). So he was always just... There. Even when he and DA started dating, that feeling never disappeared. Did he ever bother telling anyone about it? No, not at all. Why should he? They wouldn't understand him anyways because they fit into their corresponding groups.

He then eventually joined the band after the Bonnie incident (If you want a ramble about that too, tell me. That ramble will be based on an AU from one of my friends tho) and that's when it eventually clicked for him.

The outfits he had to wear during Gator Golf were ones he was able to chose himself, so he always felt comfortable, but when he joined the band? That changed. So did the way he had to act. His whole personality had to be changed when he was on-stage or interacting with customers.

His outfits were all picked out by the staff members that work in the Wardrobe department (is that the right term? Idk), so they were all rather feminine and flashy. Y'know, kinda like Roxy's or Chica's clothes. They were very different compared to the brown-green attire he wore in the swamp-like environment of Gator Golf.

The fact his personality had to be a completely different one when he was on-stage definitely messed with him too.

Being forced into a role you aren't would make anyone feel uncomfortable, y'know?

He eventually decided to tell DA about it (going to the BF for help is always a smart decision) and. Man. He was beyond relieved to hear DA actually be supportive. Probably cried a little bit about it too, let's be honest. DA was also the one that mentioned it to the staff members (with Monty's consent ofc).

That really then just let the ball rolling and that's how Monty eventually found out the term "transgender". He always felt more comfortable with the rather masculine clothes and demeanor he had back in his Gator Golf days, so he was just like... What if I'm a guy and DON'T just like the aesthetic?

The company didn't necessarily approve of that decision because changing him would cost too much money and be bad for the business, so Monty decided to perform his own top surgery.

Yeah. He sure did that!!!

ANYWAYS, THAT WAS REALLY IT!!! I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE IMPORTANT TO ADD TBH MSHDHD, HOPE YOU ENJOYED

#fnaf #fnaf monty #five nights at freddy's security breach #montgomery gator #five nights at freddy's #glittergolf #things for myself

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yoshida-chiyo · 6 months

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Ni-Ki as your boyfriend

pairing: bf!niki x fem!reader

genre: fluff

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niki is the type of boyfriend who thinks he's a professional when it comes to hoodie-sharing

seriously, his hoodie generosity is next-level

his generosity extends to the point where your wardrobe probably looks more like his wardrobe than his own does

he just thinks you look so cute and tiny in his clothes, and he just melts 🥺

he's mastered the art of the "I'm watching you" smile whenever a love song plays.

he has this habit of just staring at you in awe, thinking, "Is this real life, or did I accidentally walk into a rom-com again?"

constantly wants to outdo himself in the boyfriend department

texting him when you get home isn't an option; it's like the 11th commandment of dating?!? 😡

he's basically the sitcom parent waiting for their kid's grand entrance, but in this case, he's expecting your arrival, complete with emojis that tell a whole story. 🕵️‍♂️📱😁

he's not just your boyfriend; he's your partner in crime

and jay's your number 1 target

like that time you both executed a devious plot to cover Jay's entire car in rainbow-colored sticky notes that had him peeling off notes for days

or like that other time you were hanging out with jay and accidentally knocked over a ridiculously expensive vase in a fancy store, and jay had to pay for it

aaaand when you teamed up on a cheeky scheme to switch Jay's phone alarm to an incessant chorus of meowing cats, creating a feline symphony that drove him insane

yep. this list could go on forever poor jay

he's the kind of boyfriend who insists on taking adorable couple selfies, complete with goofy faces and matching outfits. #CoupleGoals

love looks best in the coordinated chaos 🤪

he's the type of boyfriend who believes in celebrating the small victories in your relationship, like remembering to take out the trash

will tease tf out of you, cuz why not?

but if anyone else does it, he gets superrr defensive

laughs when you can't reach the top shelf

pretends to help you out but actually holds things up just to make fun of your height

what can he say?

he likes it when you're annoyed 😒

pays attention to all the lil details

and probably knows more about you than you do yourself

niki is basically your living, breathing source of chaos and laughter

constantly spams you with texts and calls whenever he's bored

sends you a looot of memes and GIFs, and you end up having a whole conversation using only reaction images

niki talks about you so much with his sisters and mom

atp you're basically family

has you saved on his phone as "my favorite clumsy clown" with a goofy snapshot of you pulling a face only Riki could love.

proof that love is real 😇

gets soooo pouty when someone other than him tries to share your attention he's so precious 😭

has a thing for those annoyingly ticklish hugs that leave you squirming and giggling uncontrollably

places his cold feet on yours in bed, to which you react with a dramatic gasp before attacking him with a pillow

randomly pecks you out of nowhere

attacks you during cuddle sessions, peppering your face with quick kisses until you're both in fits of laughter

believes that spooning is a legitimate art form and insists on perfecting it every night

niki has a soft spot for Eskimo and butterfly kisses

expects lots of forehead kisses from you 🫵

has a skill for turning ordinary moments into impromptu dance parties in the living room

cue the kitchen utensil maracas and broomstick microphone 🎤💃

niki once tried to make a DIY fort with blankets and pillows but ended up creating a cozy nest that you both refuse to take down

it's now a permanent fixture in the living room, and movie nights are incomplete without it

leaves goofy doodles and love notes in unexpected places, like inside your shoe or on the bathroom mirror 🙃

niki is the kind of boyfriend who values communication, whether it's deep heart-to-heart talks or debates about the superior ice cream flavor

all silliness aside, niki would make you feel like the most loved person in the world, albeit coming with a whole package of nuisance

beneath the playful antics and perpetual mischief, niki proves to be an attentive listener

he embraces the role of a caring boyfriend who not only shares laughter but also listens to your thoughts

you'd feel cherished and understood every minute 🤧

in the quiet moments, he would whisper, "You know, you're my favorite person?."

in those simple yet vulnerable moments, you realize that his love, wrapped in mischief and laughter, is genuine and unchanging, and that makes every day an experience worth sharing

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Color anon here, sorry for the late reply and thanks for your elaborate answer. I too have an entire color system with palettes and schemes, and it’s so interesting to hear about the ones from others. I also tend towards darker shades, with mainly black, grey, and green in my wardrobe, to dislike yellow, orange, pink and neon hues. Though it’s funny that I gravitate more towards blueish purple and always put the reddish ones in the pink department. The shades that are on the border between blue and purple (like cornflower) simply tickle my brain. As a kid I even pissed off some ppl because I kept arguing that some hues that they saw as blue belonged to purple/violet and kept calling the more reddish purple hues pink. Kid me was really stubborn about my autistic color perception and system lmao. I mostly keep it to myself now but it remains very particular and weird I guess.

queen we're soooo in this together 🙏🙏🙏🙏 when you're grown you learn to deal with this bullshit and to stop yourself when you know you're being insane, but as a kid you don't understand why things that you have a fixation on are so easily dismissed by others. as a kid i'd have actual meltdowns over my mother forcing me to wear clothes of some fugly ass yellow or purple and she was always like What Is Wrong With You, like who cares.

but it's also true that a lot of people are borderline colorblind, or don't distinguish shades well. you know that old ass meme

there's actually some truth to it? men in general are less capable of telling shades apart, women typically fare better in this respect. though it's not universal either. a few years ago i was strolling through a park with a friend, and there were flowers. and she went like oh look, this flower is the same color as my skirt but it wasn't AT ALL, the flower was an intense violet while her skirt was indigo and for me the difference was stark. and stuff like this is all around the place therefore i really can't blame people for not being as sensitive as me in this regard. but my autism isn't my fault either, so i just keep it all to myself and color coordinate my stuff how i want

#anon

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matan4il · 3 years

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Buddie 504 meta

After the Eddie story arc which actually started in 413 and that heavily featured Buck, I wasn’t expecting a lot of Buddie this week. Which turned out to be true, but isn’t it insane that the little we got was so real and meaningful? The way that balcony scene reached into a part of my soul and just stole it forever! There’s so much to unpack in this short scene. INSANE.

Let’s start by pointing out what the show has spelled out in neon lights: this scene thoroughly vibrates with the same energy as the kitchen scene in ep 309. the TEASING, the FLIRTING, the BEER DRINKING which is basically even more teasing and flirting... Plus, they’re once more spending time together in Buck’s loft, directly after a distressing experience, and their talk ends up being the emotional resolution for what they’ve been through. Let me repeat that, Buck’s whole storyline in this ep is about him being stuck in the middle between his sister and his friend/brother-in-law, put in the impossible position where he inevitably lets one of them down, and yet the show chose to give him his resolution for this ep with Eddie. Not with Buck’s own gf, not with his father figure that he paired up with in this ep, not with any of the people who care about him. It’s Eddie that Buck confides and finds some comfort in.

And Eddie, on his end, is not only providing that comfort, he’s providing care as well, in the most domestic husband way ever. He gets Buck some ice, reprimands him when he’s not actually holding it over the black eye, gets him some beer because clearly, Eddie’s been around Buck’s kitchen more than once (as in the case of the pizza in 309). IDK about your country, but this reminded me that in mine, based on everything we’ve seen, Buddie could for real be recognized as same-sex common law partners. Which is basically being married without a wedding. I am not kidding when I tell you, I have been a volunteer for the LGBTQ community here for years, Buddie fit the damn legal criteria, I am going to lose my mind!

Let’s move on to clothes next. It may sound trivial in comparison with what I discussed before this, but it’s an integral part of storytelling and setting up a scene. I’ve already written about how in the kitchen in ep 309, Buddie were dressing for each other, Eddie dressing up smartly in what was probably his nicest shirt (given that he had previously worn it to his “re-proposal” date with Shannon in 217), while Buck switched to a far more comfortable outfit. In the balcony scene, each one of them is dressed in the same exact style they were wearing back in the kitchen one. This is a CHOICE by the wardrobe department. One of the guys being dressed similarly might have been a coincidence, but repeating the exact same outfit style for both men during the same kind of talk is deliberate. It’s meant to make sure that these two scenes echo each other on even the most basic level, because that has an immediate impact and it carries over the meaning: how Eddie finds Buck to be so important, and how at home Buck feels with him. If we’re all losing our collective minds over a comparison between these scenes, this is one of the small details that tells us we were supposed to.

But there’s another scene we have to add in here, one already included in this post in the beer drinking comparison gifset, and that’s Buddie’s talk in 312. It’s where we saw Eddie for the first time struggling with how to even talk to Chris about something. Up until that point, all of his struggles were with external issues: bureaucracy, how to provide the right care for Chris, whether it’s the right thing to allow Shannon back into their son’s life… but this is the first time Eddie’s problem is vis-a-vis Chris, how to talk to him, how to be honest with him without depriving him of the sense of agency that Eddie clearly wants his son to have. Eddie has a lot of people he could turn to (Carla, Bobby, Pepa, Isabel), but it’s Buck that he ends up talking to. More than that, it’s Buck who ends up helping Eddie, first by pointing out that Eddie is putting too much pressure on himself (overcorrecting his prior stance) and next by providing a piece of the puzzle Eddie couldn’t see on his own (the way the talk ends implies Buck did the research that led to the adaptive skateboard being built by the two of them). On the balcony, we have almost a mirror image, with Buck finding himself in a complex situation he doesn’t know how to deal with, then Eddie pointing out he’s putting too much pressure on himself (thinking he has to fix everything for everyone) and lastly providing a piece of the puzzle Buck didn’t have before (that Maddie isn’t always the person Buck perceives her to be). I ADORE the way these scenes play off each other. Buddie are there for one another, listening, and offering mirroring advice, and the relationship between them is obviously one that’s written with a lot of consideration and care, making it constantly deeper and more meaningful.

Characters are often shown to be potential romantic partners through the value of how well they know their would-be partner and how they’re not scared of calling them out on their bullshit. If you think back to 408, that’s one of the things Taylor was given upon her return (indicating she was likely to get together with Buck as a gf): she figures Buck out and calls him out on the real reason why he asked her on their double date. But while she was harsh with Buck, verging on hurtful (because she was hurt herself), Eddie on the balcony shows that Buck can be known and be pointed in the right direction without it being mutually hurtful. In fact, it’s so soft and caring, it makes me want to cry a little. And it’s not the first time we’ve seen Buck and Eddie be there for each other in this capacity, either. The most recent example was over the course of eps 502-3, where we saw just how well Buck knows Eddie and how he got the most repressed man ever to admit the truth of his panic attacks and their cause, as well as to do the right thing simply by being open and vulnerable himself. When Eddie goes and breaks up with Ana, he’s not only doing the right thing for her, he’s also “fixing” the hurt that Buck has gone through in the past, showing him that his pain matters and that his words are listened to. And then, in 504, Eddie tells him there are some things that Buck can’t fix. But through this very conversation, Eddie IS fixing something for Buck, not the situation with Chim and Maddie itself, but Buck’s ability to cope with it. They know each other, they each help and heal the other man, and if that isn’t one of the most beautiful love stories ever seen, even without one kiss being exchanged (yet), then IDK what is.

Speaking of knowing and healing each other, I find that one of the ways this is reflected most naturally is with Buddie making each other laugh. Most recently we saw Buck making Eddie laugh in ep 502. Despite all the emotional turmoil Eddie was experiencing, what with being uncertain regarding his relationship with Ana and the fact that the panic attacks were pretty unsettling for him in and of themselves (since he’s so not used to them), he gets one moment free of that stress and it’s thanks to Buck and Eddie clearly focused for a moment on just his fondness for this man. This week, it happens the other way around. Buck is in a position he’s never been in before, caught between Chim and Maddie, and he’s distressed. But he gets to have a lighthearted laugh thanks to Eddie, the kind of thing that allows you to breathe a bit and feel that yeah, even if you can’t fix things, it IS going to be okay. And unsurprisingly, they absolutely light up at each other and look more in love than ever before during these moments. I think it’s notable, we have seen them teasing each other before, we haven’t always seen them outright grinning at these jokes, and it makes these two seem to me like they’re even more comfortable in each other’s company, more loosened up. It’s like one further small step on their path to realizing they belong together on every level.

Okay, let me talk about editing for two seconds, okay? I posted a gifset which was basically just me screaming into the ether about the fact that there’s a particular way only Eddie can make Buck smile, but here I also wanna emphasize Buck’s response (and how in love they look, LBR). Because if the whole point is just to show us that Eddie can make things lighter for Buck, the smile is enough. Meaning, the filming or editing could have cut right after the smile to the wider shot of Buck and Eddie on the balcony. But it doesn’t, the camera lingers. We continue to see Buck looking at Eddie just a few seconds extra. But these seconds are actually emphasized by the filming angle: it’s shot so that Eddie is between Buck and the camera. Which is a very odd way of filming this if you only want to highlight Buck. The angle makes it so that when Eddie takes another sip from his beer during these extra few seconds, the bottle actually blocks out the lower half of Buck’s face, forcing us to focus on his eyes, on the way he’s looking back at Eddie. It basically makes sure that the last frames before cutting back to a wider shot are not solely about Buck, they include both of them and are about their connection. If this isn’t purposeful, then that is some real sloppy filming and editing. Which isn’t unheard of on TV, but on this show? With its high standard of editing? Some of it down right brilliant (for example, in 402)? I find it very unlikely that this shot was anything other than intentional and therefore, very meaningful…

I pointed this out for 502, and it’s true again in this ep, maybe even more so. We see Chim and Hen’s friendship, and even though it’s clear that they’re close friends who love each other, at the end of the day, it’s also clear that they each have their own life partners. In fact, it’s their life partners that cause the split between these two work partners: Chim has to go find Maddie, he absolutely has to, but even though Hen offers to come along, he also knows it isn’t right, because she has Karen, who needs her back home (Hen says Karen would understand, but she doesn’t repeat her offer to join Chim, and the next time she talks about it, it’s clear he’s going alone. “Do you know where you’re going?” she asks). And it’s so lovely and touching that they tell each other their partners are lucky to have them, exactly because those partners are the cause of this temporary separation. It’s a nod to Chim and Hen’s bond and mutual appreciation, but also to the fact that their life partners are worth the separation. In contrast, Buck and Eddie are shown once again to be not only friends, but also each other’s partners, and the person that they end up spending their final scene with, no separation needed or possible. The theme of this ep is about the choice between staying home and staying away from it. Maddie left, Chim felt he had to leave following her, Hen was willing to go but Chim tells her she shouldn’t and she doesn’t protest that much, Harry is away from home and while Athena wants to bring him back, she struggles with staying there herself. And Buddie? They’re both with each other at the end of the ep, with Eddie clearly not a guest in Buck’s loft. They truly are each other’s home. And all of these things together, this is how you spell out ‘meant to be’.

~~~ HUGE thank you’s and so many hugs to the amazing @judsonryder who blows me away with the gifs that she makes for these meta posts! If you like my perspective on Buddie, you can find more of my meta and fics here. Thank you for reading and for any like, comment and of course reblog! Writing these posts takes a lot of time and effort, it’s heartwarming to see people enjoying them and sharing them with others. xoxox

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mha-platonic-yanderes · 3 years

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Settling In: Parentals

Inspired by @i-cant-sing and their Yandere Todoroki Clan AU

The room is pink. Well, it’s mostly pink. It’s pink with white furniture and embellishments. The closet doors are white and so is the windowsill. The floor is hardwood brown. But everything else is a bubblegum pink.

You’d prefer another color, one that wasn’t so bright and grating to the eyes. But you don’t say that. You just fiddle with your one dufflebag’s handle. This is all you have left, after bouncing around from group home to group home. A year ago—when your parents died—you had thrice as much. Now this and the backpack for schoolwork is all you have left.

“Do you like it?” The mother of this house and wife to the current number one hero, asks you a question. He’s not here; nobody’s here except you two. The house seems too big for three people, but there are pictures on the wall of others. It doesn’t look lived in; there is no semblance of a family. Though, the pictures on the wall show a six person family. It shows that there are four more people here and you get your own room. In a house with now seven people, you get your own room and you aren’t giving it up.

Despite the pink color and the vast emptiness, you answer honestly, “Yeah, I do.” You do like it, even if it's not for the right reasons

Her hands are on your shoulder. You can feel the increased pressure on one side lift up, almost as if she’d been purposefully holding onto you too tight.

“Good. Now, let’s unpack.” She gracefully takes the bag out of your hand, setting it atop the bed. You sit down alongside it, opening your backpack. A couple of notebooks, pencils, and two textbooks sit inside.

You start to stand, heading to take the materials to the desk they’ve provided. Though, whilst holding a pair of pajamas—slightly too little but in [y/f/c]—she takes the books out of your hand.

“Just relax, [Y/N].” Rei replies, “Let me handle it.”

You sit on the bed twiddling with your blouse’s edge. You wore your best outfit, even though it was just your school uniform, without the frumpy sweater.

The bed is insanely soft. With satin sheets, a thick, fluffy comforter, and a healthy amount of pillows, it's easily the softest place you’ve been.

“I’ll have a driver return your school books back to your former school.” Rei replies, on the other side of the room. You shift to look at her, but she has her back turned to you. “I’ll discuss with my husband what school to place you at.”

“Alright.” You’ve had to transfer schools about three times since last year. Moving again isn’t a hassle anymore. You know not to hope you won’t move again. Though. you know not to get attached to anything in case you have to—in case this doesn’t work out.

“We’ll get you a better education than the one you were definitely receiving.” You can hear the gentle thump of one of your textbooks. She heads back to your duffle bag; it’s now half empty. “My eldest three all went to Somei Private Academy for junior high. Two ended up continuing through highschool as well. My eldest went to Shiketsu and my youngest is in Yuuei now.”

You know those schools. They’re expensive, private academies. You’ve only ever been in public schools. The wealth was obvious when you were picked up in a blackened car with a driver. You just didn’t expect them to spend that money on you, a lowly orphan.

“Or we’ll just hire a set of tutors like we did for our youngest before he went to Yuuei.” She decides what to hang up or fold. You’ll have to go through it all later to find everything. Luckily, you don’t own much—or unluckily, depends on how you look at it. But you don’t dwell on the issue long, responding quickly to the lady, “Alright.”

She smiles at you. It’s sincere, motherly. It’s what your mother would’ve done, before the accident. It’s something you sorely missed since then.

“You’re extremely agreeable, aren’t you?” She finishes out the bag, pressing it into the top of your closet. Your backpack gets sat beside the desk. This room is large and your things are set in its appropriate places across from it.

“I guess.”

“That’s a good thing, darling.” She goes to mess with your hair, “Now, for dinner tonight, let's change you into something a bit nicer, yes?”

You pause, looking at your toes in their pristine white socks. You can see her legs as well, considering how close she is to you, “This is the nicest thing I own.”

“That’s fine. We’ll just have to go shopping for some new things.” Rei replies, taking her other hand to your chin, forcing you to look her in the eyes, “Enji and I know what we are getting ourselves into, buying you a whole new wardrobe will be nothing.”

She takes her hands from your head and into your hands, helping you up.

“Where are we going?” She leads you back from your room to the rest of the house.

“Shopping, darling.” Rei replies, “We have five hours to do so, before I must start dinner, that is. Is there anything you want?”

“No, not really.” She’s already planning to drop a substantial amount of money on you and she’s already being incredibly maternal. You aren’t going to stretch that patience thin and have her snap already. You aren’t going to ruin this for yourself.

She smiles at you, “I’ll figure out what you like soon enough.”

===

The shopping mall standing in front of you was not where you usually would’ve gone. A basic department store, maybe a strip mall if you’re lucky would be where you usually shopped. This place however, is at least four stories high standing stark white and black against the almost colorless blue-grey sky. Though, you don’t get to admire it long. Rei quickly pulls you out of the cold outdoors and into the perfectly heated building.

“Now, I say we head to clothing stores first and then to more home goods type stores, so we don’t have to pack the heavy stuff around. Though, if we get too much to carry, we can send it back to the car and then continue shopping.” Rei replies, “Is that alright?”

You nod, still reluctantly going along this whole situation. The car is actually a limo and you have your own room in a massive estate. You have an impossibly nice and maternal caretaker who’s insanely rich. This is your “Annie” moment; this is your fairytale scenario. The shoe has to drop at some point. You aren’t going to be blindsided when it does.

“Good.” She locks arms with you, holding you close. It’s weird, but not entirely uncomfortable. You want to trust her. Your sense of judgement is clouded, knowing that she can’t really be this nice, but you want her to be like this

She leads you into a clothing store, taking you to the brightly colored section. Rei silently holds a peach colored sweater up to you. She grabs an orange skirt, looking at them both together.

“What do you think of this?” She asks, holding them up together. The sweater is thick,

assumedly warm. The skirt however, isn’t,. You tell her that.

“That’s what some white stockings are for [y/n].” She laughs lightly, “and please call me Rei. You don’t have to be so formal.”

“Alright... Rei.” Acclimating to her is easy. At the moment, you don’t care what the rest of her family is like, she’s nice and maternal and everything you miss from your own mother.

She grabs multiple sweater and skirt combinations, not grabbing a single pair of pants for you. This store doesn’t sell tee shirts or blouses, sticking to a younger, but put together catalog. You briefly entertain the idea of them being traditionalists, but you don’t mind that. You’ve lived in worse houses than one with conservative ideals.

And besides, the outfits are cute. You hope you can keep them if everything goes south.

“Put these on.” She hands you the clothing, “and I want to see every outfit you try on. I want to see if it looks good.”

The fitting rooms are nicer than any you’ve ever been to. When checking the price of the items she’s handed to you, you can see why. The least expensive thing is a 10,000 yen skirt. It’s plain blue, just like the 1,500 yen one you have on now. It's obviously of higher quality, but guilt pangs in your chest at the thought of her spending so much money on you. This is at least a dozen items in here.

You slip it on, alongside the white sweater, filled with gold stars. You look at yourself in the mirror, before heading out the door. Rei sits in a chair, looking at you.

“You look absolutely adorable.” Rei comments, “We’re keeping it.”

She doesn’t let you put your input in. But she’s paying for it, so you don’t complain.

Five more times, you come out in sweater and skirt combinations. She has nothing but praise for each outfit. It’s refreshing. Your last home was less than pleasant.

Rei leaves you to change back into your uniform. All six outfits are bought and placed into two bags, both on her arm away from you. She wraps her other arm into the crook of your arm.

“Onto the next store we go.”

As you all head to a different floor of the mall, you voice concerns you originally had back in the dressing room, “You know… you don’t have to spend so much money on me.” You tell her, then backtrack, “Not that I’m not grateful! I am really! It’s just that I don’t need stuff this fancy, you know?”

“[Y/N], I am your mother now. It’s my duty to get you clothes and stuff.” She says it with a certainty that is oddly comforting. Everything about her is that way, from her soft, smooth skin to her warm, grey eyes to her bright, white smile. She’s intensely maternal, something that you didn’t realize you wanted anymore, until today, “and we must keep you up to the Todoroki standard. After all, you’re going to be one of us for now on.”

Being one of them. You don’t know of any Todorokis; you’ve never been a huge fan of heroes like some of your peers. But belonging, that’s something you’ve craved since it was ripped away from you. A family—that’s what you’ve always wanted.

“All right.”

“Chin up, shoulders back.” She tells you, “You’re new life begins tonight.”

===

Rei never let you carry a single bag throughout your trip. She also wouldn’t let you see any of the receipts or let you have a final word on anything you got. But, you got all nice things—all things you like. So, you don’t mind.

“Change into the white dress with the red and pink roses.” She instructs, “And redo your hair. First impressions are important, after all.”

You haven’t met her husband, nor any of her children. But, as the pictures on the wall show, her husband is Endeavor, the number one hero. Usually you’d meet the person fostering you beforehand, but with his affluence, there needed to be no meetings beforehand.

Following her instructions, you rifle through the bags, finding the dress she wanted you to wear. Slipping out of your old clothes and into the cold, expensive dress is a quick process. Doing your hair to a standard that would make her proud, is not. Eventually you get it right.

Unlike earlier, you take the time to unbag your stuff. You mimic what Rei did in your closet. Shirts, sweaters and dresses are hung up. Skirts, leggings, and stockings are folded in the dresser. The shoes are placed on the inside of your closet. The few decorations you got are placed so that they don’t move what Rei and her husband already got you. She’s extremely peculiar about order. You won’t break that order.

“[Y/N].” She knocks on the door that doesn’t lock, “What’s taking you so long. Do you need help?”

You open the door for her, “I was just putting everything away, Rei.”

She comes in, looking at the room. She pulls the draws out and reopens the closet door, looking inside them. It’s an inspection, to see if everything is up to code.

Rei pinches your cheek, “ It’s perfect, exactly how I imagined it.”

Perfect. She’s praising your work. The word warms your heart, bringing a smile to your face. You haven’t gotten enough praise in your life, clearly.

“Thank you.”

“Now come on.” She tugs at your wrist, “Enji will be here any moment and I need help plating the table. Usually Fuyumi would do it, but you’ll meet my other children at a later date. Tonight is just about you, me, and Enji.”

“Alright.” Relief settles from your scrunched up soldiers. You only have to meet one new person, not five like you assumed. One person is better than five people—even if he is the #1 Hero.

You’re led back through the sitting room and into the dining room. It’s nice, well lit. It’s low to the ground and cushioned. You’ve expected this from this house. Every room besides your own is extremely traditional. You expected the whole house to be like this, once you walked through the doors.

“The plates and cups are in the left cabinet, do be careful with them.” Rei points to a side room, at the back of the dining room, “I’ll bring in the cutlery. Enji should be here soon.”

As if on cue, you hear the front door being opened. A low voice calls out, “Rei, darling? [Y/N]?”

You freeze, plates and cups in hand. Something about the number one hero calling out of your name unsettles you. Though, somehow immediately aware of your apprehension, Rei places a cold hand against your back. You can feel it through the dress, which isn’t surprising, considering how thin it is.

“We’re in the dining room, honey.” Rei takes the plates and cups from your hands, placing them down and simultaneously leading you to your seat. You sit, legs together and bent to the side. You sit currently in the seat to the left of the table’s end.

The number one hero—Rei’s husband—kisses her cheek. He towers over her. She was waiting for him at the entrance. You try not to make any noise; you try not to interrupt them.

She heads to the seat across from you, leaving Endeavor to sit at the head of the table. You aren’t surprised; this family gives of very traditional vibes. He radiates heat to your right, still aflame, showing off his powerful quirk.

The food is already on the table. It’s more than enough for the three people here, possibly more than enough for the six people in the photos—plus yourself. You make your own plate, only getting what you know you’ll eat. You don’t want to take too much, you don’t want to be greedy.

“Make sure you actually get full, [Y/N].” Rei smiles at you. It’s warm and soft.

“I am, Miss.” You can feel Endeavor staring at you, but you don’t look at him. You shift your head down, looking at the plate in front of you. You don’t grab more; you don’t want to ruin their hospitality with your selfishness.

Rei and Endeavor talk to themselves, mostly about work. They occasionally talk about three other people—Shoto, Fuyumi, and Natsuo. There are four children in the photos on the wall; it’s a family of six. Though, you don’t ask about the unnamed child, it isn’t your place to do so.

You finish your food fairly quickly, but so do the other two. You look up at Endeavor for the first time tonight, asking, “Can I be excused, sir.”

“No.” He replies, “We have things to discuss.”

“Oh… alright.” You fiddle with the hem of your dress underneath the table, “What do you want to discuss, sir?”

“I’ll take the dirty dishes and excess food.” Rei smiles at you, “You’ll be fine, [Y/N]. Pass me your plate.”

Endeavor waits for Rei to leave to start talking. You are acutely aware of how hot it is now, without Rei’s cooling, calming effect.

“How was your day today?” He starts the conversation off decently well. You look him in the eye, “Good.” You were taught manners growing up; you know how to hold a conversation, no matter how intimidating the person you’re talking to is.

“That is a pretty dress on you, [Y/N].”

“Thank you.”

“Now then. While you are here, there shall be rules you will follow. Rei and I have devised a fair list and she’ll go over them with you extensively in the morning.” He tells you, “Though, the ones concerning you tonight are: no technology post-dinner and that you shall be in bed by ten o’clock. Rei shall wake you up at seven am tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Those aren’t too harsh rules; other homes have had worst lists. Though, you won’t make a final decision on that until tomorrow. You tentatively ask another question, “Uhhh, sir. Rei mentioned other children. If you don’t mind me asking, where are they?”

“Shoto goes to U.A. They have dorms now and are forced to stay there. Fuyumi and Natsuo have since moved out, but visit occasionally. You’ll meet them when it is appropriate.” Endeavor tells you, “And [Y/N], call me Enji. You are now dismissed.”

“Alright, Enji.” As you stand to leave, you use his name, “Thank you.”

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ejcaswelll · 3 years

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thoughts on the outfits in this ep?

i’m prefacing this review with the fact that i’ve seen maybe two thirds of the animated batb when i was like seven, 37 mins of the live action and have zero knowledge of the broadway version. that being said all my thoughts are 100% correct and i am inviting no discussion so buckle up baby!

if u think i’m going to go through every costume individually then u assume i have much more patience than a normal human being. instead i will be picking and choosing with no rhyme or reason and you’ll just have to like it.

first thought: the wrist brace works, don’t ask me why. second thought: don’t be fooled by your brain going haywire at the sight of ricky in a crown, this costume is only ok. for some reason they decided to make it two sizes too big for him instead of going for a dreamy narrow cut which is maybe the greatest tragedy of our time. the cloak’s fucking sick though.

the fact that east high has the budget for three belle costume changes is insane. however, ashlyn deserves it for having no actual screentime this season as the literal lead. the lace on this is terrible. like i get it. but it’s still terrible. the sleeves are also bad but that could just be the lace. the rest of it is gorgeous obviously, the pleating on the skirt, the different tones of soft muted greens, etc. if they’d thrown away all historical accuracy i would’ve lost my shit at a bardot neckline.

gina porter flounced on stage in this number and singlehandedly caused the gay awakening of at least twenty seven students. on the one hand this is perhaps the messiest costume i’ve ever seen: the polka dots, the lace, the varying shades of white, the mismatched (also polka doted) apron, the weirdly risqué corset. on the other hand, you could put a trash bag on sofia wylie and she’d elevate it to couture. kids watching this show today will be daydreaming about wearing this costume when they’re teenagers. i’m daydreaming about it right now.

that is a $250 jacket and it shows. would i wear this jacket? no. do i like seeing jordan fisher wearing it? yes. this jacket says he’d pass you the first hit of a joint at that shitty party you didn’t want to go to anyway and he disappears into the crowd before u get his number even though you would’ve never worked up the courage to ask for it. what was i saying? cool jacket basically. the jeans are ugly and we won’t be talking about them.

i’ve only had nini in an all black outfit with a leather jacket for a day and a half but if anything happens to her i’ll kill everyone in this show’s wardrobe department and then myself. this marks history as the first outfit they let nini wear that wasn’t from the juniors section at h&m. this is the nini that stole a garbage bag’s worth of stuff from gina and apologized with a version of ‘that’s just how it be sometimes.’ this is the nini that passive aggressively outsang ej with eight hundred different riffs in the span of ten seconds. this is the nini we deserve.

here i’ve highlighted the best part of the costume without subjecting you to the rest of it. i don’t think i need to elaborate on this.

#i wrote most of this in a haze so whatever’s in here is between you and god #hsmtmts

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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i saw that you at least used to write for harry could u do another? like maybe im just a basic bitch but 'only one bed' trope or sm

Summary: honestly just me shitty attempt at the only one bed thing ahah with Harry Holland x reader

no warnings I don’t think apart from my ramabling :)

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God you were groggy. It had been a long 16 hour flight and you were well and truly completely over this day. Once you’d had some proper sleep, no doubt you will be beyond excited to explore the forest and beaches of this remote island in Indonesia. You were certain it was beautiful, even if you’d arrived in the dead of night so you couldn’t see any of the majesty yet. It was one of the joys of being Tom’s makeup artist - travelling the world and being paid for it? A literal dream.

Except maybe the previous 24 hours. The Holland name carried a lot of weight in the world, but not enough to control typhoons across the tropics - there were some limitations to his power. And yes first class lounges were nice but none had beds to crash on during the 6 hour weather delay. The four of you (Tom, Harry, Andrew and yourself) ended up camping out in a out-the-way corner. Tom got the long sofa; Andrew in one of those weird egg line chairs; you and Harry splayed on the floor. Why you’d had to get up at 4 am to catch a flight that was now not departing till 12 hours later actually hurt to think about - especially because you’d all gone out for a meal the night before that had inevitable went a lot later than planned.

Two connecting flights with a very angry baby later, the four of you were checking in to the only hotel on the island - which was now almost exclusively filled with the production team for Tom’s newest movie. It wasn’t especially big-budget with massive million pound overheads, instead a smaller scale indie film (that you privately thought might earn Tom a number of accolades). But yeh, shooting on an island that received almost no tourism meant everything was different to the usual. None more so than for Tom and his team (including you) who he normally would look after very well, with the nicest hotel rooms or rental homes.

The hotel was basic, you’d known that before you arrived but seeing is believing is it not? Most entertaining though, was seeing Tom’s face. Andrew was a well travelled older guy, he had stayed in some shitholes in his life. Equally you and Harry had both travelled when you were younger (you through inter railing and him in australia), so had stayed in hostels before. But for Hollywood star Tom Holland? The way he tilted his head to the side as if to say ‘really this place?’ did lift your spirits momentarily.

Andrew had got his key first, bidding you all good night with a grunt, then Tom - who still seemed confused as to the whole arrangements. It left you and Harry at the small dingy reception, the warm glow of an old lantern-esque light fixing illuminating the place. The guy behind the desk was a smiley local and greeted you warmly, if incorrectly.

“Ah and finally the couple I see!” He spoke with a thick accent but still very clear English which had you questioning if this was just a translational error. Harry looked at you instantly, his eyes wide which made you scoff - him joining in, shaking his unruly curly mop emphatically.

“No no we um… we aren’t together.” All the while Harry pointed between the two of you, communicating through actions rather than just the language, given that you were both the very typical Brits abroad who hadn’t learnt the language of the place they were visiting.

“Still under Holland name?” The guy asked in a perplexed manner, flicking through a book filled with cursive scribbles and scanning to see if he’d made a mistake. He checked one, then looked up nervously before checking the same page once again- you saw where this was going. ”We, we only have couples room down for you though? 3 double rooms is the booking for Holland.”

It was late, you both stunk of a combination of plane and BO, you both just wanted your individual and respective beds.

“Well can we get another room then?” Harry didn’t quite snap but there was still an impatientcy to his voice, which came out whenever he was a little agitated. Seeing the slightly worried look the mans eyes, you leaned onto the desk with a genuine smile.

“Sorry we know its last minute and its not your fault, we’ve just had a really long flight.”

“I am terribly sorry miss but we are only small hotel and Hollywood has filled us up. I have no other rooms. I am truly sorry sir, ma’am.” The guy went from looking worried to terrified as Harrys jaw tensed up, you naturally squeezed his arm to try and ground him, instantly deciding that you’d just work it out.

“No no it’s not your fault, don’t worry we’ll figure it out. Can I just get the key?”

Harry stepped back and let youtakeover proceedings, signing all the insurance documents etc and asking the man about the breakfast arrangements and such, though you saw him furiously typing on his phone and by the buzzing in your pocket- presumed he was messaging the group of you Tom, Andrew and himself.

Once finished the guy pointed you on your way, up two flights of stairs and down a hall. The whole time Harry was muttering about how useless the other two were for not replying and also for making the wrong booking in the first place. If only you hadn’t been the last two to checkin, then it would’ve been someone else’s problem.

He felt especially guilty just because you were the only girl- he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, hence why he was trying to locate his brother so they could share tonight till they got it figured out. The tension, combined with sleep deprivation, was palpable as you both walked in silence toward the room - Harry was trying to formulate a plan in his head as they did so. And honestly? You just couldn’t be bothered to deal with it. So, once you reached the door 57 holding the physical key (old school, rather than a key card) you just decided to address it.

“Will you chill please?”

“Well if my idiot broth-“

“Oh leave him be for god sake. If you’re okay with it I really don’t mind sharing with you tonight?” Not bothering to laugh at his slightly shocked expression with mouth hanging a little open, you fiddled with the key until the lock clicked open. From the entrance you had a pretty clear view of the whole room and… well, lets just say dated would be a fair expression - when compared to what you were used to? The floor was tiled and the bed was a small double, with some funky and slightly washed out prints of blue and red on the cover. The pillows looked a little limp, more like glorified pieces of cardboard than anything fluffy and comfortable. The walls were that yellowy magnolia shade that everyone in the UK had gone insane for in the 80s and there was an old school wooden wardrobe in the corner.

Home for 5 weeks.

With a shrug of your shoulders you entered, dumping your personal and work suitcases by the far wall carelessly - the higher priority action being to collapse on the bed. Doing so with an overdramatic huff, you let your eyes close but payed special attention to the delayed footsteps of Harry as he entered, then the slight creaking noise as he perched on the other side of the bed - no doubt looking at you, at least slightly fearfully.

The relationship between you and Harry was complex to say the least. Well no… it should be, not on the face of it. You had met through work and made friends. And you wished it was that simple but alas, nothing ever really is. When you’d first worked with Tom you were in the tail end of a relationship you had long since forgotten about - literally meaningless, not worth the time and effort you’d put into it. From the start you’d had a feeling Harry was more interested in you than the average co-worker (even if your job and therefore co-workers were anything but normal and average) but you were in a relationship so nothing ever came.

Then almost as if synchronised, just as you got out your relationship, Harry threw himself in the deep end with a girl he’d met through his family friends. Then the roles were somewhat reversed, you now spent a good chunk of your day just entertaining yourself with thoughts of the curly headed, slightly awkward, very-passionate-about-tea-making Holland. The cliche is so real - your always want what you cannot have.

However, a couple months ago his relationship had fizzled and faded away leaving both of you in a sort of no mans land. The sort of not wanting to ruin the friendship situation. The subject was never broached by either you - except you assumed he was being tormented in a similar way to how you were by his big brother and Andrew. Never publicly, yet whenever you found yourself alone in a room with one of them (being Tom’s makeup artist that happened often enough) there would always be a sly dig. The chemistry was so ‘obvious even a blind man could see it’. Somehow though, weeks of this and your were still stuck. Stuck in the middle.

“You sure you’re alright with this?” His voice was gruffer and hoarser from the long journey but you could hear the self-consciousness and naivety in his tone, without having to peel your eyes open and look at his face.

“I know your not a murder and plus, we shared the airport floor this morning… this is pretty much the same.” He hummed in acknowledgement so you carried on “and plus your pint sized.” That earned you a playful shove in the side as you sniggered, before pulling yourself up so you we now sitting next to him, legs hanging off the edge of the bed. His brown eyes searched deeply into yours, as if physically checking for any hint of regret or hesitation. “Don’t even dare offering to go on the floor.”

“Okay okay okay!” Holding his hands up in surrender, you both laughed, breaking the peace of the late night of the remote Indonesian island. Once an impressive yawn interrupted you though, Harry proclaimed it was time for bed and shooed you into the bathroom to get changed and sorted.

Honestly you were too tired and lazy to dig out your cleanser and skin stuff, instead opting to just splash a bit of water on your face before swapping into your pj shorts and an old tattered oversized tee. Once done you and Harry swapped, him coming out a couple minutes later in basketball shorts and a black loose fitting tee.

It wasn’t awkward so to speak, more a sort of excited-tense atmosphere, which there was no doubt Harry was mainly responsible. The boy was jittery and on edge, which to put simply, you didn’t have the energy to reciprocate.

With a quiet wish of goodnight to each other, Harry flicked off the bedside lamp and you both rolled to your respective edges of the bed, a large space of no mans land between you. In the middle. You know the first time you share a room with someone and you overthink everything? When you don’t want to move about or fidget too much in case it disturbs the other? When your listening intently to their breathing, in the hope it’ll even out and only then will you feel able to fall asleep yourself?

Well it doesn’t work when both of you are doing it. When both of you are professional over thinkers.

God knows how long it took till you gave up, favouring sleep over your worries and concerns. So you flipped over, no doubt rocking the whole bed, turning to face his back that was still huddled almost teetering off the edge of the bed. The only light within the whole room was that coming under the actually scarily large gap between the floor and the door to the hallway. It was just enough to see the back of Harry’s curls and you must’ve fallen asleep trying to trace all the torturous and windy routes of the strands.

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In the morning the process of waking up didn’t come easy to you as normal for many reasons; the long day prior; the jet lag; the weird surroundings. So you stayed in this sort of blissful haze for probably longer than you should. Half aware but not really; half asleep but not quite. In the middle of sleep and alertness. Therefore it took you longer than it should have to notice the extra weight on the dip of your waist. Not anything alarming, just a presence you were absolutely not used to. It was only when you shifted a bit to lie further on your back, that enough of a stimulus from the added pressure made you actually open your eyes blearily. And sure enough, a limp hand looked to have casually and unconsciously been thrown over your side.

As if in slow motion, you traced the arm backwards - first with your eyes, but then having to twist your neck too. Only then could you fully see the browny ginger haired boy who was lowkey spooning you? It was certainly a way to fully wake you up, breath halted to a stand still in your lungs, in fear of disturbing him and having to confront what would almost certainly be an awkward situation.

There was still a safe hands width distance between the two of you except for the rogue arm. Harry’s head was placed to the edge of his pillow, mouth slightly parted as his breathing slightly tickled the wispy hairs on the back of your neck. He looked so peaceful and calm - a difference to the normal Harry who, even on a good day, took great pleasure in meticulously picking things apart and being a bit cynical. It was part of his ‘charm’; but seeing him like this was a type of vulnerability he rarely chose to show.

To be fair he was asleep, he dint realise he was exposing himself in this way.

Finding yourself a little transfixed (a bit creepy but hey) on the natural curves and definition of his face, you ever so carefully rolled over in the bed to face him. It stopped you from craning your neck and gave the sleepy boy a slight nudge, making him tense his arm a little more tightly round you.

He settled quickly though, giving you ample opportunity to just observe what was going on . Both right in front of you… and what the hell was going on in your head. Because to be honest it was an overwhelming amount of emotion thoughts for the early morning.

Somehow you must’ve eventually drifted off once again because the next thing you were aware of was a shuffling from immediately next to you. This time though, you were instantly aware of exactly the situation you found yourself in and chose to keep up the pretence of sleep - a little interested in how Harry would play it.

You heard a small gasp, having to suppress a chuckle at what you imagined Harry’s sleepy and panicked face looked like. That lasted a couple of moments, before you felt him painstakingly slowly peel his hand from your waist and if you were being 100% honest… you heart sort of sank.

What you had been expecting?- you don’t know and really there was really no reason to be disappointed. Yet, you still felt this deflated and disappointed feeling, hit your chest especially hard. Perhaps it was because of your focus on that emptyness that you forgot you were supposed to be pretending to be asleep./.

Because when he had delicately brushed the side of your face to tuck a rogue bit of hair behind your ear - your eyes flickered open. Like a rabbit caught in headlights, Harry froze, his hand still hovering over your jaw. Equally, you didn’t know what to do. Because really… do friends tuck hair behind the others ears? And do friends look at each other with this matched expression of confusion and fear?

It took a painfully long time (though in reality was probably only a matter of seconds) before the boy retracted his hand, suddenly sitting up from his reclined position down at you. Mirroring his actions, you both ended up sitting, facing the opposite wall, bodies closer than they needed to be in the double bed. Both still very much in the middle.

“I er-“

“-No no don’t… was nice of you” He had been about to apologise which you didn’t want to hear. You didn’t want to hear ‘ I didn’t mean it’ - you wanted him to mean it. In response Harry nodded jerkily, and from your peripheries, noticed he was searching your face for any sign of emotion.

“Still can’t believe this all happened… I-I didn’t disturb you too much did I?” He sounded really nervous. You were never like this with each other. So static and forced.

“No no… I slept really good actually.” Your register was quieter, waiting till you’d finished speaking before looking over at him with a self conscious smile.

“Ah I’m glad… I um-I did too.” The silence returned and the atmosphere just felt sharp. It felt like you were quite literally walking either side of a knife edge. It made you chew on your bottom lip, playing with the slightly frayed edges of the vintage quilt.

“Y/n- I look…” He’d bolted upright and voice was more raised than normal for the morning. “This is gonna sound so fucking weird, especially cos we’re literally in the same bed but... but I was thinking we could maybe go on a hike or something together?” What he seemed to be suggesting didn’t match the level of panic that was conveyed in his body language which confused you. And what the bed had to do with it… was yet to make sense in your head.

“I think Andrew said we’re getting some tour of island this afternoon so-“

“ I kinda meant just you and me.”

The penny dropped and it had you focusing all energy on processing what was happening - understandably causing Harry to only worry more with the lack of response. “I’m sorry if I’ve ruined ever-“

“No I-I….I’d really like that too.”

“Oh er… well… really?” The sheer shock made you giggle, feeling the two of you sliding back into the normal dynamic.

“Normally a boy has to buy me a drink before he gets in my bed but….” A mischevious smirk that spread across your lips gave Harry the final confirmation that just maybe you were interested too, making him scoff and quietly chuckle.

It was odd; mainly because this was the two of you being incredibly vulnerable and honest with each other - something that you hadn’t allowed yourself to be for fear of messing things up. And then one lazy morning, both with morning breath and slightly puffy eyes, it changed. For the first time when you looked at him, he really saw - and vice versa. You were still in the middle of something, yet it was completely different.

This time you were in the middle together figuratively as well as literally. In the middle of the bed, closer than you needed to be, but not wanting to retreat - while you both just looked shyly and bashfully at each… Eventually you lips hesitantly met in the middle.

#Harry Holland #Harry Holland fluff #Harry holland x y/n #harry holland x reader #tom holland

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karlajoyner · 4 years

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Can I request a Charlie Gillespie x reader , where Charlie Gillespie is the reader’s boyfriend who dress as a clown for Madison Reys’s halloween party while they were in Canada and where Jeremy and Owen dress as clowns too to scare to Charlie’s girlfriend who is the reader but she hates getting scared.

It’s Stupid (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so I hope you enjoy this one. I don't know if I'm gonna post the sunset curve one next yet because I have so much to work on for it. So I might post the one after unless you guys are willing to wait! Let me know if you are if you'd just prefer I post the next one!

Requested by: @fantomlovesjuke4ever (Tumblr)

Warnings: None

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I placed the orange beanie over my head. Finally finishing off my final look.

Giggling to myself I walked out into the living room to see Savannah there in her Kim Possible outfit.

"How do I look?"

"Oh my god Charlie's gonna die!" She laughed throwing her head back.

"You look great"

"Are you sure it's not too....booby" I said moving the muscle tee away from my body to show my black bra. The muscle tee being directly from the show itself courtesy of the wardrobe department.

"It's Madison's Halloween party. I don't wanna show up looking like a slut"

"It's not too booby. You look great plus no ones gonna get to look under there except Charlie" She teased.

I playfully rolled my eyes grabbing a large oversized jacket to cover my costume.

"Where'd Tori go?"

"She went to go check on the boys to see if they were almost ready"

"Oh sounds good. Hey thanks again for letting me room with you two"

"Of course you know you're always welcome when your here. Plus I know Kenny always appreciates that you choose not to room with your boyfriend when you visit us"

"Kenny and apparently Owen too" I said earning a giggle from the girl.

"Tori just texted said the boys are ready and scary"

"Really?"

"Yeah. What's Charlie gonna be this year?" She asked as I grabbed my phone off the kitchen countertop.

"Beats me. He said it was top secret"

"Same for Owen and Jer" She spoke as I received a message from my boyfriend himself.

"Oh" I muttered.

"What's up?"

"Charlie just texted they'll meet us there. Something about needing the makeup department"

"Oh my"

"I just hope it's not anything too scary. I hate anything terrifying. I don't even watch scary movies at night due to the fact that I'm a complete wimp"

"Does Charlie know that?" Savannah bit her lip.

"Of course we've been dating for 6 months. If he didn't I'd be worried" I said walking out the front door.

I sighed stepping out of the Uber taking in the freezing cold air. Nothing too bad.

"How are you not freezing your socks off?" Tori asked.

"Toro you forget I've lived in Canada my whole life. You Californians cannot take the cold"

"Your the female version of Charlie. It's actually crazy" The girl said as she looped her arm through my own.

"Yeah he kinda rubbed off on me" I smiled walking into the warehouse with my two temporary roommates.

Immediately we spotted Madison, Sacha and Jadah.

"Y/n!" Madison and Jadah shouted running up to me.

"There's my angel. And my devils" I grinned at my boyfriends cast mates. Taking in the warmth's of the new surrounding.

"Okay let's see it. I've been waiting in anticipation to see your take on Luke Patterson" I giggled opening up the jacket to reveal the rest of my costume.

"You look great!"

"I think you look better than Charlie"

"Yeah my guns look great too don't they?" I asked flexing my arms causing laughter to erupt from the group.

"Okay seriously though where's my boyfriend and his posse"

"We have no idea"

"I do" Sacha stated smirking at me.

"Are you going to tell me?" I asked.

"Nope" As soon as the word left his lips my phone dinged.

"It's Charlie. He's asking me to meet him in the makeup. Where's that?"

"I'll walk you" Sav said taking my hand. We made it to a large door with windows to peer in.

"It's dark" I stated jiggling the knob to find it locked.

"Well that's weird" Sav said knocked. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the door opened slowly.

"Take my hand"

"Okay Troy Bolton" Savannah said making me giggle. We walked forward slowly my heart dropping feeling a pair of arms grab my waist. I screamed in fear as the lights turned on. The three faces in front of me smiling widely.

"Ahhh" I shut my eyes hugging Savannah tightly. Who seem to have had a similar reaction because she didn't hesitate to pull me close either. My heart beating out of my chest wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry all my anxiety out. We gripped onto each other for dear life as......laughter erupted?

I slowly peeled my eyes open to see Charlie laughing loudly clutching his stomach along with Owen and Jeremy. A frown fell upon my face as I let the light haired girl go.

"Charlie" I whispered a small tear escaping my eyes.

The laughter quickly died down. Charlie's face now expressing concern.

"Y/n baby what's wrong?"

I scoffed walking past Savannah to be anywhere but here.

Flashback

"Come on babe"

"Charlie I'm serious. I hate scary movies and I hate being scared. It sends me into this weird panic mode and I get anxious" I ranted watching him turn the tv off.

"You probably think I'm some sort of freak who can't take a joke. If you don't wanna date me anymore that's fine but just don't make me watch that movie especially right now" I spoke looking out the window into the darkness of the dimly lit street.

"Why would you ever think I wouldn't want to date you because of this?" He asked hurt flashing his eyes.

"I don't know. It's just my past boyfriends have called me lame for not wanting to go out to a scary movie with them at night. Or not wanting to dress up as some sort of badass scary character for Halloween. It just sucks to be left out because of some stupid irrational fear"

"It's anything but irrational. So you got a fear of something. We all do. Hey I'm insanely afraid of spiders"

"Really?" I asked biting my lips.

"Yeah baby. It's a stupid fear I know but something about their long legs makes me just ugh" He said getting the chills.

"It's not stupid. Thanks Charlie" I smiled.

"Anytime y/n. Now come on" He spoke sticking his hand out to me.

"What about the movie?"

"We're still watching a movie. Frozen to be exact. Upstairs in my room, cuddling up in a pillow fort. Sound good?"

"Sounds amazing" I grinned taking it. I sighed contently as he pulled my into a hug.

"I promise I won't scare you or take any of your fears with a pinch of salt"

"I promise to do the same" I said looking up at the boy in front of me. Looking up at the face that I was slowly but surely falling in love with.

I made my way back towards the party immediately spotting Madi and Tori talking. Their eyes landed on me quickly sensing something wrong.

I made my way over to them wiping away the strayed water droplets under my eyes.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"The guys are assholes" I spoke bitterly.

"Did they scare you too?" Madison asked as I nodded. The two understanding me immediately.

"Yeah..... Its just when Charlie and I started dating I specifically explained to him why I don't like being scared and he promised he'd never take that one specific fear and use it against me. And he just scared the living crap out of me and Savannah. Which I'm glad I did figure out it was him and the boys before I passed out or puked. I'd expect it from Owen and Jer but my own boyfriend. I know it's stupid and I probably over reacted but I just- I've always made sure to kill every damn spider in our damn apartment so he wouldn't have to do it. And he does this to me"

"I don't think you overreacted. You have the right to be mad"

"You think?"

"Yeah but I also know Charlie's an idiot and needs to be reminded of things from time to time"

"You're right" I sighed.

"Look he's obviously gonna apologize. Just don't be too hard on him. His memories almost as bad as his handwriting" Madison joked making me let out a strangled chuckle hearing my name being called.

"Y/n! Y/n! Where is she?" Charlie shouted running into the room. The music coming to a halt.

All eyes landed on me as Charlie ran up to me.

"Please continue" I awkwardly chuckled pulling the brunette off into a random hallway.

The loud music blaring through the speakers once more.

"What is it Charles?" I spoke sternly turning around to face the boy who's makeup was much worse than before.

"Y/n baby I'm so sorry we pranked you. The boys convinced me that it'd be funny to get as many people as we could today. I didn't know you'd get so upset. I'll go take off this stupid costume right now if you want me to but please don't be mad at me baby. I love you" He finished nearly out of breath. I took in a deep breath hearing the sadness in his voiced as he had ranted like any other time he screwed up which wasn't very often. But still.

"Do you remember the night we watched frozen in your room?" I questioned nervously playing with the rings on my fingers. Another prop from Luke's character that tied my costume together.

"Of course it was amazing. We made a pillow fort and ate popcorn and afterwards we did stuff that was definitely not pg 13" He smirked making me roll my eyes.

"Do you remember why we watched frozen?" I spoke once more hoping he would get where I was going with my questions.

"Yeah we watched it because- oh. Y/n I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot I can't believe I forgot about that"

"Yeah......Listen I'm not mad that your a clown which by the way I do happen to also be afraid of too but it's not gonna kill me. And I'm certainly not mad at Owen and Jeremy because they wanted to have a little fun tonight. But they didn't know about my anxiety that I get whenever I get scared. You did Charlie"

"I know I did" He groaned throwing his head back.

"And if my memory wasn't so damn bad I wouldn't have even thought about doing it baby. I hope you know that. And I'll do literally anything to get you to forgive me starting with never putting you through that again when your with me" He spoke taking my hands in his.

I sighed intertwining our fingers pulling him close to me.

"I know you won't. I also might have overreacted a bit" I said nuzzling my face into his chest.

His arms immediately wrapping around me completely.

"You didn't overreact. Overreacting is me when I see a spider. In all seriousness I love you and I'm really sorry for doing that"

"It's fine Charlie. I'll get my revenge on you guys" I spoke kissing his cheek before skipping away back to the party.

"Y-you're what? Wait baby your what? Y/n!" I heard him call after me as I laughed.

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Up Next: Sunset Curve x Reader (Maybe)

Carrie Wilson x Reader

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex x Male Reader

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lgcyuan · 2 years

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【 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙴 𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙲̧𝙾𝙽𝚂, 𝙸'𝙼 𝚂𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃… 】

a 【 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 】 written for 【 𝚂𝙴𝙾 𝚈𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙶 】 that is not related to any current /ongoing event. time, date, and location are 【 𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 】 !

yuan never, ever expected to find so many people in the company that trusted him enough to let him style them, but he’s so grateful for the practice. he’s still a beginner when it comes to constructing ensembles or creating custom pieces for people, but little-by-little, he’s gaining knowledge about how to work with a variety of different body types, skin tones, hair colors, etcetera — honing his skills every time he’s able to convince someone to be his model. he’ll sometimes wonder if he should resign as a trainee and inquire about being employed in the creative department; doing makeup, hair, and wardrobe coming more naturally to him than anything else, but he doesn’t want to be too impulsive about it. if anything, it’ll end up being another skill that he’s able to add to his résumé, and maybe when he’s more established in acting, he’ll be able to branch out and try other creative ventures. though, that’s still a ways away, so for now, he’s content just doing all of this as a hobby, and today, he has the pleasure of working with someone he considers a modern-day adonis at lgc entertainment, and as he kneels before his cohort to pin the pants he made for him, he can’t help but look up and admire his features — finding all of them breathtaking.

some people really do win the genetic lottery, and he’s experiencing one of those obnoxious sensations where he can’t tell if he wants to know what it’s like to be with yuseong one day, or if he wants to know what it’s like to actually be yuseong someday. nevertheless, as he makes his alterations, he allows a cheeky grin to tug at one corner of his mouth — pulling it into an impish half-smile before he speaks. “ okay, real question — do you have a bad angle, or are you one of those people who just looks great from each and every one ?? ” the younger queries, soft laughter following suit. “ like, even from down here you look perfect, and that’s insane to me. your nose and side profile are just... stunning !! ” realizing that he may be bombarding him with too many sweet nothings, he pauses to focus on his work, and when he’s done, he stands back up; giving the taller a once-over to ensure that he each pin was where it needed to be for hemming. when he’s happy with it, he turns toward the full-length mirror in front of them and gestures toward their reflection.

“ once i make the changes, it’ll be much more fit to your body — so it’ll make your proportions look even more flawless, if that’s even possible. i feel like if i dressed you in a burlap sack, you’d still pull it off with ease. either way — what do you think ?? don’t be afraid to be brutal with me; i can take the heat. ”

#【 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 】 ✦ seo yuseong.#【 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 】 ✦ wc / 480.#i'll send reference photos for the outfit to you asap! 🥰#lgc:adventuresstars

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the-littlefangirl · 3 years

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TFATWS episode 1 rewatch commentary

The first scene was so beautiful. I loved that we didn't start directly with the fight sequence. It feels way closer to the quiet beginning of CATWS and I love it so much.

The title is also SO NEAT, music's on point too but hey it’s Henry Jackman the one thing I’m sure it’s going to be great overall is the score.

The choreography is AMAZING, really well shot. Sam shielding himself with only one wing was MA-JES-TIC.

“WHAT'S UP” EXACTLY SAM EXACTLY

I did feel so uncomfortable in regards to the military aspect of it. Not that I was expecting anything else, but both here and in Captain Marvel the military we're good guys < 3 propaganda is so blatant and ugh:/ At least there wasn’t a literal recruitment spot like with CM.

The yellow filter in the Tunisia scene BYE please stop with the yellow filters 2k21

"I've been working with the Air Force for six months now" So, did Sam even catch a break at all after Endgame? Or did he just throw himself to work like SOMEONE did after being iced for 70 years. Hmmm? Sam????

"Essentially, these people, they want a world that's unified without borders" OH NO! HOW AWFUL, how evil of these bad guys smh

Joaquin: SO about Steve

Sam: :)))))) nope

"Moon stuff" SAAAM

#1 cry with Sam's speech, full on chills.. Fuck. Me. His voice about to break before saying thank you bYE.

Shady politician: "It was the right decision" (FUCKKKKK YOUUU)

Rhodey: *press any key to doubt *

I need someone to analyze the different curation of the two exhibits pretty please

NOT THE PHOTO POST-AZZANO JFC. That photo is my weakness, Bucky sweetie (also I find hilarious that usually when there are articles about Stucky and/or #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend they aaaalways use that photo LMAO)

In case someone wants to read the transcription of the texts about Bucky: "In 1944, while on a mission to thwart a Hydra weapon transport in the Alps, Barnes was thrown from a train and believed to have been killed in action. It wasn't until 2014, over seventy years later, that it was revealed that Barnes was alive, having been found by Hydra operatives. Captain America himself (i can't read) the effort to bring Barnes in only to later aid in a escape from custody having been convinced of his innocence. Steve's loyalty to his old friend, coupled with his refusal to sign the Sokovia Accords, led to the dissolution of the Avengers and drove the Captain into hiding with other like-minded Avengers including Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Sam Wilson. The current whereabouts of Barnes remains unknown, habing been labeled a fugitive following his escape from custody."

"current wherabout unknown" but not the government, interesting. Also, pretty good summary of CACW from the public's perspective, although one of the things I always wanted to see explored was the public's reaction of the fallout of them going into hiding after Civil War (which I'm hoping we'll get to see a little bit of in Black Widow).

Interesting point about the 70 years without having Captain America. Clearly the sacrifice play wasn't enough this time to fuel the nationalism so they went with a squeaky clean John Walker instead.

Sam saying the shield belongs to Steve I'm going to cry now excuse me. Sam. Sam sweetie.

The No. 1 Captain America comic in the display ugH fuck yes

See this is how you do a cameo that has actual meaning. Thank god for Malcolm Spellman being a competent writer. That scene was so well written.

HAVE YOU PRAISED ANTHONY MACKIE'S PERFORMANCE TODAY?? Holy shit that last shot fucked me up.

I'm loving the use of the wide shots, especially in the flashback. The camera movements are in synch with The Soldier's state of mind and mission focus, so good.

EVERYONE STAND UP FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM aka The Winter Soldier theme composed by Henry Jackman.

Without a doubt the most brutal TWS fight scene there has been, People involved in Punisher and John Wick are involved in this and it SHOWS.

For the record, still stands that the only time we've seen him chocking someone with his right hand instead of the metal arm remains the Maria Stark assasination. I know it's probably because of blocking and the way the shot was composed but the implications are still bone chilling. God.

Uhhmmmm I'm very ambivalent about the "Hail Hydra". On one hand, it was 100% fanservice and the internet is probably going to go insane over it, and the dead way Sebastian Stan delivered the line. Good shit. Buuut what I love about CATWS is the way Bucky never, ever ever, mouths Hydra rethoric, and even when Pierce tries to gaslight him with it, it's just an empty effort. The Winter Soldier isn't doing anything because of ideological loyalty to Hydra, even if it's product of brainwashing, it's just sheer dehumanization. They don’t need him to say the words because he’s just An Asset. There are people who have put it more eloquently but yeah, I rather go with the fanon interpretation of that aspect.

The music growing louder with the shot of the keys. GOD.

I'm fine this is fine.

#2 cry with the therapy scene of fucking course.

The government monitoring Bucky is noooot going to end well lmao.

"We need to know that you're not gonna * slowmo stabbing motions *

Bucky: * nodding along slowly *

I laughed out loud.

"It's passive agressive" I love him.

The way this scene just sucker punched me in the face, made me weep and then had me cracking up. Amazing.

Therapist: You can't do anything illegal

Bucky: yup yup check checkity check. What IS considered illegal tho?

*aggresive tablet finger pressing *

"Then why isn't it rule number one?" Bucky your Steve is showing.

I love the close up shot. I'll keep saying it. It's so good.

"I'm James Bucky Barnes" yeah you are🥺

That smile is nightmare fuel LMFAO I love it.

Uhm the way I'm kinning Bucky it's not funny anymore damn

That whole “are you lashing out at me” rambling is really reminiscent of the bar scene in CATFA and how he lashed out at Steve after Peggy left. Uhm yeah fuck.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "Peace"

"That is UTTER BULLSHIT" "You're a terrible shrink"

yeah ugly crying to ugly laughing speedrun for me

"You're free" "To do what?" jesus. That entire scene. #3 and #4 and #5 cries for moi.

Ugh that Brooklyn shot. Someone needs to do a gifset compairing it to the one in CATFA asap.

"It's like Monique but it's got a "U" in there for uniqueness" "That's absurd" LMAO

"You can't keep fighting with your neighbors" uHM * redacted redacted i'm shifting into 1940s mode abort abort *

"Nobody passed 90" "So young. Such a shame" FGADHGA

🥺🥺 yes flex those flirting skills good for you

"It's a dance to this things. You can't… you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943. Feels like." #6 cry I completely broke down into tears with that.

This Yori storyline is going to punch me in the face with a metal fist. Great!

The TWS theme when he looks at Yori fuuuuuck.

GREAT LET'S GO TO LOUISIANA THAT WAS GETTING HEAVY.

Those shots of Sam in the car. Immaculate. Showstoping. Yes.

Marvel, what if instead of promoting the military industrial complex you put a lot of publicity about cars?

"Uncle Sam!" LMAO subtle.

Everyone trying to have the wings lmao same.

I've only had Sarah for a day but etc. Brooklyn 99 meme

Good mirroring about Steve and Sam family's legacy. Good shit. Goooood shit.

Sam is trying so hard ouch my heart. I can't imagine how painful the scene with them reuniting must have been. He 100% still feels a lot of guilt about being gone for those 5 years (and even longer before that).

"Maybe it is time for us to move on" uuuuuuuuuuh

"To the rescue" "Always" 🥺🥺 i love them so much already

That shot outside the restaurant is so beautiful. Can't wait to see the night scenes in Madripoor tbh.

"I tried the whole online dating thing. It's pretty crazy". Uhm well that is something that Bucky Barnes has now said. In canon. Damn.

"It's a lot" "You sound like my dad" LMAO

Every Bucky fanfic trope speedrun with this scene

"Wow you really can drink" OH you have no idea

Just realized we don't even know her name, well.

"You have any siblings?" "I have a sister" THE WAY I SCREECHED. We're definitely getting Becca

Well that escalated quickly. The important thing is to try?

I can't deal with this BUCKY SWEETIE #8 cry right there fuck

The wardrobe department is KILLING IT, there's such a difference between the outfits of the shows vs how ugly and generic it usually is.

"ThEre is NO such thiNg as on time. You're either EARLY or LATE . picK One" lmao the way he delivered that line

At first I thought the flag smashers had thrown two cars out of a window LMAO

"I don't know how jurisdiction works here, but I'mma have to place you under arrest" uhm yikes. The way they changed Joaquín Torres backstory to just random army nice guy #1 is not sitting well with me, what can I say.

Sam's wings motions I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR

Fuuuuck this guy.

"Funny how thing's always thighten around us" "Look, I'm on your side. After all, he's a hero". This script is C R I S P as hell, great fucking job.

"I don't care, I'm not gonna quit" "What are you trying to prove? And who you trying to prove it to" SHIT HSIT SHIT!!! UGH amazing. Look it's not necessary to say the show's questions out loud but how they flow between the conversations is still very satisfactory without feeling in your face about it. Inner conflicts have been set up fucking perfectly everyone * claps *

Ugh here we fucking go. I knew this was how the episode was going to end but my stomach still dropped like a rollercoster. God.

The score is on point. Damn. Damn.

God, Sam.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

The captain america franchise's visuals in the credits are always so amazing.

Also, does anybody know why Mackie isn't first in the billing? Uhm what's that about?

ANYWAY CONCLUSION THAT EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HOLY SHIT. I love them so much. The balance between the personal conflicts and the political aspect (although the military aspect is still very much yikes) was on point and it was overall a joy to watch.

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #i'm so happy rn #sorry for the ramblings i just wanted to have it all written down #sam wilson #bucky barnes #captain america #tfatws commentary

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betweentheracks · 3 years

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On a scale of 1-5000, how annoyed do you get when people have the gall to tell you, “Wow! You’re so lucky!” when they find out that you work in entertainment and with celebrities?

Also on a scale of 1-5000, how unimpressed are you with the celebrities you end up working with?

Please share some horror stories so we can commiserate over nightmare clients! 😂

Yeef and also yikes, do I actually want to dive into this particular can of worms? Lmao.

I thoroughly see spots of red in my vision whenever people try to do the whole “Wow, that’s really cool and lucky for you! How many famous people have you met or worked with? Your life must be so glamorous and exciting!!” Like please, spare me. It isn’t glitz and glitter all the time - in fact, the fun parts are in the minority of how working in this industry goes. Beyond that, I’m not ‘lucky,’ I worked my ass off to pull this off and have never slowed my pace (until this COVID-19 chaos) to ensure my post remains relevant. In accordance to your ranking, I guess I would go with 4999 points annoyed.

Frankly, my rating and impressions of my clients are like a river that flows on and on and yet there is no apparent water to be found. I have a good rapport with most of the ones I am contracted with exclusively, but they're prone to make my feelings change from sentence to the next. Celebrities will forever remain exhaustively effervescent.

If you really want some dish, I can offer up some from a client I once worked with in my apprenticeship and how much I hate the time I had to spend with her while also retaining a sense of gratitude for helping shape me into someone that can withstand some of the prickly goings-on of the industry. She wasn’t even my client, as I was merely apprenticing and therefore was little more than a ghost that shadowed one of the veterans of our company. I’m highlighting this now before diving into the thick of what was the worst week in my career thus far because it is extremely important to keep in mind that I was under no actual obligation to work with this woman.

Ahem, so, story time! Let me start off with first making it clear that even now I will only work with actresses and actors when I have no viable means of refusal. This is simply a preference of mine and stems mostly from this woman’s behaviors and treatments of me and some of the crew I worked with at the time. I was quite young when I entered my apprenticeship, like barely more than 20, and I was simultaneously accustomed and starstruck by the world I was entering. Before the apprenticeship, I had already been working off and on via temporary contracts and commissions as a MUA at the time, so I knew the ends and outs of the place and the people that worked my end of it. However, I hadn’t worked with many clients one on one as either a MUA or as an aspiring wardrobe stylist. Due to this I was still very green and awkward and hadn’t yet figured out the line between casual and professional (to this day, for me, this line is nearly nonexistent) and I tended to make a mess whenever I opened my mouth so mostly I kept quiet and melded into my role as an observing trainee with occasionally useful ideas but was mostly just an extra pair of hands. The stylist I was shadowing was, in a word, cumbersome. They weren’t a very great teacher and had a tendency to drop projects into my lap without much proper instruction or insight and would leave me to attempt making sense of what was wanted by means of vision boards and client portfolios. In much a similar fashion, when a scheduling conflict came up involving the actress which will star in this tale and another more major artist; naturally, he had to see to the client he had a more tangible contract with and stuck me with wrangling our golden girl.

Within the first 4 sentences of our first exchange as stylist and client I hated her immensely. She was the type of client I abhor to work with; overbearing and demanding, thankless and impatient. She was in the midst of her career finally catching some interest which is the most pivotal time in any celebrity’s career and I like to think she was so bitchy and just plain mean due to the stress and pressure she was under but it doesn’t make what happened any more justifiable. Her immediate and first words to me were, “You’re young and clueless enough to be my baby sister. Whatever authority you think you can have in dictating what I wear ended with the sound of the door opening when you stepped in, get that straight now.” I remember this extremely clearly because I went from gobsmacked to incensed within the time it takes to pop the top on a can of soda. But! I knew at least enough to know to keep my mouth shut and temper my immediate dislike of this person and tried to push forward and steer the conversation in the direction of what her ideal style and presentation should be. It went well enough for all of an hour tops before she domed me again by calling me “baby sis” in place of my name. As I am, in fact, the baby sis of my family I am well aware of when a power play is being maneuvered in on me and spotted this for what it was: her trying to remind me that I had no right to be speaking to her, let alone designing her. This was a culmination of her being upset and put out that she wasn’t chosen by my mentoring stylist and was stuck with someone that had basically no merits behind her.

Calling me this wasn’t really an issue for me, but it did chafe against my skin enough to make me feel uncomfortable and anxious. Still, I let it slide and she continued to call me as such for the duration of our time together. The true horror of this story is what comes next and the escalation from minor verbal insults meant to belittle me fanned into blatant sabotage. She and I had come to a sort of estranged agreement when it came to modeling her vision board - she wanted to retain some traces of her perceived sweet and demure self from when she was cast in her first role, but play up the maturity and grace she held now and have it reinvented into timeless class while holding a touch of being chic. It was a headache to make sense of since, from a the perspective of fashion and trends at that time, this wasn’t the ideal and even seemed counterintuitive to someone in her position and of her age. I went along with it and threw myself into the quest to pull from the brands she mentioned liking most and for days I learned firsthand how exhausting and tedious it is to make acquisitions and swear responsibilities/accountabilities one after the other and put my name and my company on the line. I handpicked every item and steadily managed to pull off forming my second ever ensemble of 4 sets of styles each with 2 or 3 substitution items that could alter the look entirely while still remaining within the realm of what the client had asked for. I worked upward of 13 hours for 4 days and when I finally was able to bring the client to her showroom and present my designs, I was only able to feel relieved for mere minutes before she began to yell and make a scene. She demanded my supervisor and the head of the styling department of our company both come to tend to her and see what a mockery I had made of her ideal image. She went on to use her acting quirks to insinuate that I had gone off half-cocked and overruled her every idea and word and then dared to present her with such low quality fashions. She even managed to produce a vision board that was entirely different from the one she and I had planned together! It was obviously done by herself and lacked the detailed attention any of the stylists housed in our company would have added, but it was convincing enough to appear damning.

At this point my head was in a weird place, trying to make sense of the perilous world I was throwing myself into and the fact that this was actually happening to me at all and wasn’t just me daydreaming while watching daytime dramas. After I worked through that initial shock, I was more than mad but less than enraged. I was confused as to why this client was being so purposefully obstinate and difficult for me, even briefly wondered what sort of grievance I could have possibly cost her when I had only just met her and had done my utmost to seem cool and pro like all the seasoned stylists I had worked with. I thought I was going to lose my job and have to go back to my family with my tail between my legs and tell them they were right and I never should have strayed from my original course and career path. I only became aware that I was crying, like big fat tears that made a mess of my face and were embarrassing to the point that I wanted to flee, because my supervisor had given me his handkerchief. It was at this point that I teetered and looked deeply at the person accusing me and wasting my time and efforts and realized that it wasn’t about me and was only ever about her. This moment of clarity, though, was like the opening of a gate I had been clinging to all week in hopes of keeping all my spurned senses quietly simmering beneath my skin rather than wreck my name and finish off my chances before they truly begun. I very rudely told my supervisor and the department head that if they needed proof of my hardwork and dedication to the vision of a thoughtless actress caught in the weeds of her own wilting fame then they were free to examine my copy of the original vision board and compare it with the one she had; that they could check through the 15 or so LORs under my name and in her stead (both names are featured for security means). Anyway, she was attempting to spill a stain across our company and specifically the stylist in charge of me for blowing her off. Her idea was that if I failed in a big way it would make him look like a horrible mentor and cost him some of his reputation. I was merely cannon fodder.

This got insanely long - let’s put it up to me also being a storyteller and writer as well as very passionate about this encounter. It sparked the timid embers of my uncertain pursuit of my career into a fire that has since gotten me through many other rounds of hard hitting clients and their excessive personalities and entitled arrogance. I love my job a lot, but man is this industry full of bullies.

#peekbackstage #style asks #style speak #anyway now i adamantly avoid working with the acting crowd and my life is a lot more simple

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