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make me choose anonymous asked 50s fashion in film and series or 90s fashion in film and series
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She’s so hot and men get sooo mad that he didn’t leave her when she gained some weight
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Miss Congeniality (2000) dir. Donald Petrie
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I have been waiting all year to post this.
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The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and
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Okay, maybe I’ve been editing Vanishing for too long… but why are they Robin, Nancy, Steve, Eddie and Chrissy resting after fighting demobats in the Upside Down though? 🤣
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Sketches 🕊️ °˖➴
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Hades and Persephone 🌸
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Gloomy but beautiful morning thoughts
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I keep thinking of the Harrington Bros and Livvy losing Maggie in the city when they’re teens 😆
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Jason hits the brakes quick and hard, throwing them all forward suddenly. His hand squeezes her knee enough to bruise before slamming down on the horn just as the infamous brown and tan van skids and screeches loudly past the jeep with almost gleeful ridicule into the parking lot, kicking up loose gravel and dirt behind it.
“Jackass!” Jason shouts after him, standing through the window, blue veins popping out in his strained neck.
It was very clearly on purpose.
Chrissy pants from the near collision, her seat belt digging into her chest. She turns to check on Mattie in the back seat first. His blue-green eyes meet hers, shaky and wide. He’s a little startled, but otherwise fine. She then cautiously lifts her gaze back to Jason with a soundless sigh as he falls back to his seat. He’s fuming, jaw locked and eyes blazing. He finally down shifts and slowly continues on toward the front of the middle school.
Chrissy stares through the swirling dust cloud left in the wake of Eddie Munson’s reckless driving, her heart pounding in her chest, well awakened from her catatonic stupor. She barely makes out his dark figure as he kicks open the door and jumps down in all his causeless rebel glory.
“I swear that freak is going to kill someone someday.” Jason grits out in frustration and contempt, his hand finding her knee again under her skirt, smoothing over the reddened skin apologetically.
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Listen y’all, my pain is our pain!
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“Anybody can look at you. It’s quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.”
— John Green, Turtles All the Way Down
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💘 fake dating
(decided to put this in the mechanics au universe, the only time i’ve attempted friends to lovers with them lol)
“What time is it?” Eddie asks Jeff again, glancing over his shoulder and grabbing his wrist to see for himself. The batteries of his own watch died sometime last week and he never got them changed. They just keep blinking 3:03.
Jeff pats his chest. “Dude, relax, she’ll be here.”
Eddie bounces anxiously on the balls of his feet, looking around for her, wondering if she’s coming, if there’s still time to call the whole thing off. He’s not sure he can do it. Not without giving something away. “This was a really bad idea.”
“Has Chrissy ever let you down?”
“No,” he sighs admittedly, scratching the back of his neck under his long curtain of hair. “But no one’s going to fall for it…it’s pathetic that I even asked her in the first place.”
“Are you just worried it’s not going to work or that it’s going to work too well?”
He sneers, glaring daggers and death toward the lead singer, but Jeff just chucks his infamous shit eating grin back up at him.
“Shut up.”
Jeff laughs quietly in amusement as he heads over to do a sound check with the mics.
“Well, hello there.” Eddie hears a feminine voice coo, a hand sliding up his bare arm.
Still suffering from the PTSD from the last few weeks, he yanks away sharply from the very bold dark haired girl who just popped up at his side out of nowhere. He doesn’t even look at her. Be gone, siren! “Yeah, listen, I’m here with someone, okay? A girlfriend—I have a girlfriend!”
Yep. It sounds weird even saying it.
“Oh yeah?” she asks with a little giggle. “Then where is she?”
Eddie frowns, eyebrows pinching together. He knows that voice now that it’s not masked by a sultry fry. He whips around in confusion to find a pair of glimmering, mischievous eyes staring up at him under the large fray of dark hair.
Holy shit.
He peers closer in disbelief. “Chrissy?”
“Sorry I’m a little late,” she grins, her lips painted a deep mauve color, her sapphire eyes lined with skillful black wings. “Eden took forever.”
“What are you—”
He feels himself tightening immediately in his pants. Her wig and make up are one thing, the oversized studded denim jacket covering a cropped black halter top and the Daisy Duke’s she’s wearing is another. Oh God, she’s got black stockings on, with holes in them.
Fuck him.
“Thought I should look the part,” she spins on her toes for him like a little kid playing dress up.
“What do you think?” she asks as he just stands there staring at her with his mouth hanging open. Flies welcome. She squares her shoulder when she lands back on her feet as if ready for a brawl in a mosh pit. “Do I look mean and scary?”
He smiles, a warm wave of alleviation washing over his body. There’s his Chrissy. His fucking adorable Chrissy.
“You look incredible, Cunningham,” he tells her, trying to sound calm cool, wrapping her up in a grateful friendly hug around the waist. She makes that happy squeaky sound that nearly makes him sink to his knees. “Thanks for coming.”
“No problem,” she replies cheerfully, kissing his cheek sweetly as they part. Leaving a perfect imprint of his lips on his skin. “This will be fun!”
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Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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