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madsdefencesquad · 3 years

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another kevison fanfic none of you asked for (also on ao3):

[Thread] Who's the nicest celeb you've met in real life?

Kevin Pearson. Was an extra for one of his movies and couldn’t be any nicer. Chatted with us even though technically you weren’t supposed to. He joked around a lot and showed us pics of his family. Real top bloke.

I met this guy once on vacation in Italy. We were at a table next to him and my newborn was screaming bloody murder, mom was in the bathroom. Couldn’t quite calm my son and I was getting real embarrassed with the loud noise. Some of the waiters came over to their table to ask if they wanted to move but Kevin shut them down immediately. Actually got a bit cross that they even suggested it. His wife suggested to rock my baby on the side to make him stop and he did! She knows a few tricks having twins and stuff. Also shared that joy/misery thing of being first time parents. Anyway, they left first (they got there earlier) and we learned after that they paid for our meals too. Couldn’t believe it.

replied: Wow. That’s the so fucking nice of them.

replied: Yeah made my wife cry haha

I’ve heard only good things about him too! My mom lives in Philly and his brother was running for city council a few years back and he was there and took photos with all the Korean mamas including my own and my grandma! apparently he smells really expensive :P

Didn’t know that I was fully chatting up his wife at Starbucks until I saw a pic of them at the premiere for one of his movies. I’d be embarrassed by my god she was fantastic! 10/10 would’ve gone for it if I wasnt such a potato

replied: And wasn’t married.

replied: That too

My daughter was an extra on one of his movies and says he’s the nicest guy and “such a dad” lol! And her dad’s a real “dad” dad so for her to say that about a famous actor is funny

I used to teach his kids in my kindergarten class. Daughter’s wicked smart. I can tell you all the mothers would have a fit every time he’d come by to pick them up and if it’s not his wife or them together, it’s him. Very hands on. I’d say that counts for nice.

Rocked out to a Lady Gaga show with him and his wife in Vegas. His wife and I are practically best friends now! We’re on first name basis ;)

replied: Sounds fun! What were they there for if you don’t mind me asking? Coz isn’t he like sober now?

replied to a reply: I think it was for a niece’s birthday or something? Couldn’t remember, was pretty wild night :P And I didn’t see any drinks.Even his wife wasn’t drinking I think? They were literally there to enjoy Gaga like the rest of us

I love hearing stories about him like this because it always looks like he’s such a pretentious pretty boy jerk especially back in the day

replied: Getting your life sorted can change a man

replied to a reply: Yeah he’s pretty mellowed out since getting sober. He’s had that DUI and rehab stint but now he’s a real family man and seems to love his wife very much. Good for him.

Doesn’t he remind you of George Clooney? Got married late and had boy girl twins and is loving life!

replied: True!!

Not sure if everybody knows but his wife Madison is pretty big in the interior design space especially coz she like pretty much runs their fam construction business. I follow her on Insta and I know everyone has a crush on Kevin but I’d pick her over him any day!

replied: OMG YES SAME! She puts together these amazing DIY palettes and I’m obsessed! I’d also pick her over him any day even just to pick her brain

replied to a reply: She also recommends the best books!!!

My mom’s in the planning side of construction and met his wife in West Chester. She did a presentation and afterwards her and my mom shared parenting tips like they’re in some mom club. Apparently she was the sweetest and her babies are adorable and also Kevin calls a lot lol

Met him at the airport, wife’s a huge fan of the manny so sucked my gut to ask for a pic. When he found out it’s for the missus, he recorded a special vid saying his iconic line. Missus was over the moon. Real good fella

replied: MANNY SAY WHAAATTTTT

replied: That’s so nice

replied: He did for my mom as well! All the moms love him!

Kevin Pearson helped re-build my grandparents’ burned down convenience store. Couldn’t thank him enough even if I tried

replied: Wow, that’s real generous. How are the grandparents?

replied to a reply: Thanks! They’re over the moon. They have a house near the area but gran said he’d come by with his kids from time to time. Even if gran didn’t want to, they always insisted to pay for whatever the kids wanted.

Delivered the cake for his uncle (grandpa’s?) wedding and he gave a seriously generous tip. Oh and his wife packed me pigs in the blanket.

replied: Pigs in the blanket?! What in the middle school

replied: Apparently it was the uncle/grandad’s favorite or something and they double ordered. But who cares free food!

replied to a reply: Did it come with ketchup?

replied to a reply: Hot, wrapped in foil and handful of ketchup packets. I felt like one of the kids

Not him but his brother who’s like a big shot in politics right now. Real top guy and had the best laugh

This doesn’t sound real but I’ve bumped into him literally five times over the past year he’ll probably think I’m some stalker. Rarely saw him without his family and once his kid threw a ball at me. He apologised but c’mon you either throw a ball or bounce it no big deal. Besides, that kid has David Beckham’s kids manners. Real like English folk polite it’s insane

replied: That’s always nice to hear that celebrity kids aren’t spoiled brats. We know a few good of them are

replied to a reply: Celebrity kids are different from kid celebrities though

replied to a reply: Didn’t say they were the same? Just saying that for a kid of someone so rich and famous you’d think they’d be a bit more spoiled but they weren’t at all and was beyond respectful and that’s a testament to the parents.

replied to a reply: Agree. I’ve met this particular celebrity’s kids and mind you they’re teens now but god they were just awful and pretentious. Even more than their famous parent which is saying something

Not him but I did meet that actress that was so embarrassingly flirty around him during the press conference of hat film he did a few years back. She’s a real bitch and so fake and I’m so glad she’s been dropped from the sequel

replied: Oh god yeah I remember her. She was so obnoxious laughing at everything he said like stfu it’s not that funny!!!! The secondhand embarrassment watching her and him being all polite about it *chills*

replied: She’s the worst. No talent

replied to a reply: I was an extra for some scenes in that movie and she was WAY worse and such a diva for someone unknown. Kevin’s a real nice guy though and just let her be. He talks about his wife and kids a lot but she would not take a hint!

replied to a reply: That is just embarrassing

Alright story time. Was working as a barista at a cafe and it was one of those really shitty days. He came in, ordered and waited and was all nice and took some pics with fans. Anyway, like I said shitty day so I mixed up his coffee order and got him two lattes instead of cappuccinos. Mind you, it was a busy asf day as well and I was the only one making coffees. He comes over and tells me and I apologise but by this time my manager’s already all up on my ass for serving Kevin Pearson incorrectly. He kept apologising to him and berating me till Kevin himself stepped in and told the manager off. But like calmly and stuff like it’s no big deal and people make mistakes whatever and I kid you fucking not he apologised to me too and said I was doing a good job. He probably won’t know how much that meant to me after an already shitty as day but it did. I made sure to make him the best fucking cappuccinos

replied: I’ve met him in irl too and he is this!

I saw him sitting at a cafe with his daughter. Super nice. Asked him if I could get an autograph for my mom who’s a huge fan. He asked me some questions about her and wrote a really nice autograph, for her. His daughter stuck one of her stickers on there too and my mom loved that even more. I told him where she works (at a grocers) and he went out of his way to shop there the next day and made a point to look for her and chat. Great, great dude

replied: That is so fucking cool man. And your mom must’ve been so happy!

replied to a reply: She was over the moon! She loves his wife too! Apparently she was even chattier than Kevin haha

Met him at the airport. I was an employee and he had some TSA questions. Genuinely nice and friendly, chatted for about 15min. After he was set, we shook hands, he had his kids say thank you individually with a high five. Adorable. His wife was super nice and friendly too. Very good social interaction, would participate again

#i got boooooooored again #so here's something none of you asked forrrrr #this was fun though haha #kevison #kevin and madison #kadison #kevison fanfics #kevison fanfic #tiu #Kevin's all the happily married celeb dads out there gushing about their wife and kids #and he's just so happy and content and full #like good for u gurl #this is probably not the last one lezbereal #I can already imagine them during award shows and what the people working have observed lol #anywhooo #for kevison nation #my fave nation #had to get this out there before I lose it!#I'll answer the asks after I promise illyyyy

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startwithbrooklyn · 3 years

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THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / SEPTEMBER 30, 2019 // larkspur lane/the whisper box

this post is a double whammy cause they have 2 eps happen in the same day if u can believe it (thats how awful judging timelines in this show is!!)

-"hi josh..." LMAOOOOOOO

-BESS just breaking in lmaooo how many god damn times does bess just shit the bed in this show

-LOVE her frowny face at nancys closet ("my expectations are low" lmfaoooo but this would totally be me)

-"bet she meant it metaphorically" okayyy but then why did lucy say that at all? i feel like theres defo more to this story, combined with josh's cagey behavior (part of which is to get nancy to stop looking into shit d/t him and karen but still)

-"they dont accept visitors unless they're family" .....🙂

-ace "youre really good at that" to bess i fuckin love this friendship with all my heart (also love their talk at the claw mirroring nick & nancys talk in the last ep)

-also PINK AND ORANGE BESS ARE U BLIND (also 1) why tf would nancy own this and 2) where would she wear it??)

-okay wtf is vampire dip

-"boss??" see this is what i meant yesterday about nancy ruining everything for nick/george

-god DAMN she sucks at dealing with this news lmaooo that emotional competency babey + love george literally agrees to help bc she feels bad (AND nicks immediate look of "you just reprimanded me for helping her last ep and i know why youre doing this rn" lmaoooo)

-LOVE george noticing nick "shout out to jean valjean" lmaooo once again nancy would never have noticed/commented on something like that

-"get the hell out of here" was this foreshadowing for an epic dad joke for these two eps? "how do you make holy water? you boil the hell out of it" 😂😂😂😂

-so what i dont get about the whole haunting is the ball + kids' laughter but its all the emphasis on "mr roper" the adult? wtf like what kind of entity is this

-"how did you ever have a solo career??" 😂

-okay amaya's hair is gorgeous here (also "you feel like a snack" ....👀) *ahhh so the reason bess feels so off balance is bc its like a top vs a top scenario

-has anyone who's ever been to prison confirmed this is what it looks like?

-love how ace is the only employee there when they all leave so he had to fucking close the place when he goes

-why does she take the whole file? time constraints? it'd be smarter to take pics + replace it (better sleuthing) but this place is clearly not well run anyway 😂

-so this is a pretty decent cover she invents but theres no way she would get away with it so easily for a real guard

-love how ace recognizes ryan's car (+ is able to find it by driving around)

-"my father wouldnt do anything like that" LMFAOOOOOO SIS WHY ARE U DEFENDING HIM ironically, ace is actually the best person suited to engage w ryan here d/t the car accident + connection with laura being ryans SIL. its a unique set up

-i am fascinated by the concept of priests + holy water being so effective here combined with mcginnis' beliefs and basically nondenominational ghosts/seances etc after that. the show is very clearly big on diversity but definitely steers clear from too much WASP stuff yk? wonder if other stuff from christianity works against the ghosts/demons like taking refuge in a church "holy ground" or using silver etc

-"did this start after the night of sept 10?" *this is where you get the time line for the seance if you didnt know

-this is so fucking funny when u realize that patient sal talks to is actually a ghost so sal really is psycho i guess 😂

-bitchsplain/tall jar of mayonnaise 🙏🏻😌 2gether 4ever

-how did ace get this van? also heart attack when he yells at carson (but then grins at him like a goofball lmaooo)

-"for nancys sake and yours" damn she owes ace big time for all this shit

-"what do we do for 7 minutes?" ...ummm play 7 minutes in heaven lmaooo 👀🥵

-was not expecting ace to look this sexy holding an axe but okay (*ah, its his short sleeve shirt showing his arms. usually hes a sleeves guy)

-"desperate for attention" nancy (from gomber) vs "bc she's starved for attention" patrice --> lucy (and candace also...) we know nancys detective work makes her seem like an attention seeker, but what was lucy doing to make them all think that? she was trying to hide her relationship with ryan, not expose it. unless they just mean the rumors about her?

-so is patrice hiding lucy's "truth" talking about lucy being a whore or lucy being a ghost? what is lucy's secret? did patrice guess she was pregnant or did patrice's somehow garbled mind remember tiffany trying to show patrice the video with lucy on it?

-wonder what captain thom thinks of this stand off w ace lmaooo

-"like you do?" top v top shenanigans

-how awko for carson to talk to karen again like this

-"oh no" ACE 😂

-love how amaya says "be a human" like shes kind of admitting people in rich circles typically arent (^this is an interesting focus in s2 when bess's rich family rejects her, thus making her human again, but nancy embraces her rich fam and experiences subsequent moral struggle which is predicted with the wraith)

-wonder what ryan thinks he could get from the marvins (which he cant get now lmaooo)

-this damn whisper box. so many questions. who named it the whisper box? why are the ropers' old possessions still there? who decided to build a mental hospital on top of it? and patrice! she "hid lucy's secrets" hannah gruen thinks tiffany tried to show patrice video w lucy on it, which patrice then specifically says she hid in the thin mans book. so patrice knows of the thin man? can she see him? does she know he was a ghost/supernatural? she must have a supernatural sense to know about him (unless sal told or some shit) so then when tiffany shows up w/ lucy being supernatural in it patrice hides it to protect her? is this why she is "crazy" kinda like victoria? supernatural elements or ability to sense ghosts makes her unstable? this is why lucy being a ghost/nursery rhyme that she repeats makes patrice worse/"stroke"? how did patrice even get into the whisper box to put the key in the bible and get out without getting trapped? also, her dementia --> lucidity is really fucking off, some people mildly switch like that but usually with dementia they cant even register new shit anymore

-...so did bess take the ride? 👀

-interesting how celia says "your father will be disappointed" but nothing of her own opinion. wonder how much celia truly puts up with to keep everett calm and nonhomicidal

-like george asking nick follow up questions that nancy never really would have asked

🥞🥞🥞(ep13)🥞🥞🥞

-is this bitch just eating a plain pancake with her bare hand?

-"extra case load and excessive volunteering" ugh. nancy's family here are like, gross in how "good" of people they are // unrealistic, trying to paint carson in the best light/ no way ryan could ever compare (but the reality is theyre not that good of people for lying about nancy) **and shes arrogant to think shes better than everyone else ie the only one who truly lives virtuously, thinks she can do no wrong sometimes even tho using sex to cope, breaking and entering, etc is not morally "good" stuff she still thinks she is the only one who doesnt lie and plays fair (like in the pilot she lists everyone else as a suspect but herself- obviously we know she isnt guilty but no one else does. (i mean in theory we really dont, what if nancy was an unreliable narrator and was actually guilty, that would be a hella cool show)its reactions like that where she cant understand why others like the chief suspect her

-ooooh ironic that in the Good Place carson readily agrees to pay her for helping with cases as opposed to s2 in reality

-nick's house has "problems" so why does he need a lawyer? as opposed to an interior designer, plumber, or realtor?

-in the Good Place nick and george realize they are not going to work out after one date. does this failure in the Good Place predict failure in reality, or merely an easier way of figuring out the truth? does this mean that the "opposite" of the Good Place is reality, or only an opinion of what is better? (nancy says "you all like me" as her opinion of them liking her is skewed; does this then only reflect nancys version for what is the "perfect life"?)

-why is bess a hippie??? and love how george curls her hair and wears pink lipstick here

-if this dream is so realistic then why is the one thing it cant conjure smoke? like how random

-love the locket being a key realization bc with things like jewelry you dont notice the weight of them until theyre gone

-"you all like me" in her perfect life nancy means they "like" her objectively/regardless of circumstance even though liking her is still an objective choice (like they "like" her because of other reasons instead of her working at the claw? (like how you make friends with coworkers/people at school every day but after you leave the job/graduate you never speak to them again) and her "thanks for showing up!" as if theyre not doing exactly that in reality 😐like where is she getting this shit? she sort of acknowledges in earlier eps she is hard to like/that she puts mysteries before friends, but also pushing them away to avoid danger like the previous ep "why do u show up" etc

-is it just me or does the inside of nicks "house" look like the drews'?

-nick has a dick scar lmaooooo (or more likely was hit in the balls or smth)

-love how nick + george match their anger in confronting sal 100% on the same level

-so when did ace go back to work after having such a busy day earlier?? lmaooo

-damn father shane is a creep (casting defo hired him for his voice) and how tf did he just poof + escape? and what did he request???

-love bess's white hair bow here 😌+ her jacket, whole outfit on point as usual

-like how bess is right that nancy has to find her way out but thats kind of a nonstarter for a room full of panicked people wanting to help

-in the Good Place theres no bad blood between drews + hudsons bc nancy is really theirs

-"the only one who has the key is you" in the Good Place nancy has the key (smaller picture, to finding out what happened to lucy but bigger picture, post-reveal) but ryan has the clues nancy needs- following the Good Place's mirroring, this just means that in reality ryan will either be completely useless or an active hindrance (but you KNOW this is a dream bc in what universe would ryan remember clues like that 😂)

-so in a perfect universe ryan acknowledges his family's "criminal empire" as opposed to reality where he only makes under cover jabs about disengaging with being an "entitled corrupt legacy criminal" ie finding the bonny scot relics but does nothing about them, etc

-"strippers" 😂

-okay what is nancys obsession w her beanie?? bc her mom made it? "wear beanies do crimes?" idk

-making the call: nancy -unable to make up for lost time/both her mothers had to find out/suffer alone / in the Good Place nancy was able to be with kate while she called, and in reality she had carson; somethig about seeing the mother looking to the daughter for strength in the Good Place instead of the reverse (which is what reality sounded like, kate being strong for nancy through the illness despite the struggle)

-concept: nancy & nick "let's wait out the storm"

-"i believe that you believe it" nick in the Good Place + owen in reality both trust nancy when she says she's seen things (owen's is the teeth) but nick in reality (and not really knowing details) doesnt think much of their "moment" bc it wasnt real (so she had to leave the Good Place to save carson- but if she had known then he wasnt her real dad, would she have stayed to be w nick?)

-stranger - suede james 💙👌🏻

-"really anxious as a kid" v telling bc of her desire to know everything to remain in control of situations like she always does now

-"the medicine or the metaphysics?"/"you cannot beat supernatural with science"

-i love nancy playing with her pinky while saying goodbye 🥺

-"always seek out the truth even if it hurts" this is straight irony bc kate never told nancy anything. like does that include the truth about nancys parentage? they taught her to seek out the truth, but who taught her that the truth is the only thing to live by? ie things dont count anymore like carson and kate straight up raising her is tossed out bc she finds out its not "the truth" like all that work/stress to protect carson + she just drops him? with kate maybe shes just upset thst she spent all that time mourning for someone who lied. and would she do the same to ryan if needed? probably

-bess and ace head tilt 💙

-like how for all the time she spent there nancy only has a subconscious memory of blue curtains

-YESSSSS i LOVEthese beautiful overhead shots of hannah's hands. so out of character for the show lmao but so gorgeous

-i feel like future eps/grand future will be nancy going through the lock boxes to help people who asked hannah for help

-the video is officially dated Aug 22, 2019

-soooooo in the first ep nancy breaks into the hudsons house and finds tiffanys secret drawer w the nail polish and finds the amulet with a note that says "for your protection HG" yet on this video tiffany says she talked to a medium who gave her the amulet sooooo am i just confused? HG is hannah gruen obvi so is the address for the medium what hannah gave her? or was the address on the amulet which nancy dissolved in salt water to see? so how would tiffany know where to go? its chicken and the egg which came first hannah or the medium?

and lastly:

i close these two eps with a thought that everything in this show is sealed in death. all the lies, the imagery, the fake constructs people put up to get by all crumple the second someone dies- all the secrets come clean just like these doors have been unsealed.

#brooklyn's ND primer #nancy drew cw #the Great Rewatch of 2021 #you best start believing in ghost stories miss drew - you're in one

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hiddles-evans-hallucinations · 4 years

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How Did We Get Here? - 5

Summary: The pictures of (Y/N) and Chris keeps on getting out in the media for the public eyes. The fans are going crazy, but as they tried their best to hide it and keep their relationship to themselves, their feelings to flaunt each other is bigger.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: AGE GAP

Note: a sucker for a fluff and fanfics or imagine that makes me UWUUUUUU so imma push myself to write and smiling like an idiot the whole time for the last chapter!!! // Also using celebs paparazzi shoot’s pics bc it kinds of matches with the mood I’m going for. And for the last chapter I’m using dakota and jamie cause they’re really cute on and off set. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

*gifs and pics are not mine*

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Chris and I had to fly separately to Italy for the premiere, I was there first as I was talking to Judd when I heard a loud scream from the fans. I look to my left and found Chris smiling (gif), escorted by two men in black suits.

My face lights up when I see him, but apparently it looks like he already saw me first before I did.

He looks so good.

Chris waves to the screaming girls as he approaches me and swing me around. “Hi, handsome.” I whisper.

He pulls away and take a look at me. I was wearing a black dress. Chris bites his lower lip as he checks me out. I pull out my tongue and scrunch my nose at him making him laugh. “So beautiful.” he said with a hand on his chest.

“Don’t cry now.” I pat his shoulder making him laugh again.

The fans were screaming as we talk to each to each other. “KISS!” one shouted and followed by another loud screaming from them. Chris and I laughed as we hug each other one more time.

The premiere was like usual, we spend time sometimes together for a quick interview sometimes we do it alone. I spend most of the time talking to people, taking pictures with fr I was so tired and my feet hurts that when everything and everyone seems to forget about me and I’m glad, I ask Pammy to take me to the SUV in the parking lot to chill.

The driver turn the AC on and leave me alone as I texted Chris.

(Y/N): ‘I’m probably gonna go before you, my feet hurts so bad.’

As I lay my head back and put my phone on my stomach, just when I was about to shut my eyes, the door was open. “There you are.” Chris said as I smile tiredly at him.

“I just texted you,”

Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket. “You did, baby?” he checks his phone and nodded. “Oh yeah, you did.

“How did you know I’m here?”

“Pammy told me.”

I nodded my head. “Right, she loves you that much, she’d spoil where I am hiding to you right away.”

“Were you hiding from me?”

I shook my head smiling goofily. “No.”

He jumps into the seat next to me after calling the driver.

I stay quiet the whole ride, I didn’t even know where we’re going, we did make plans that we would stay together on tour since we didn’t have any other movies to shoot currently. Pammy told me that tomorrow or in 1.5-hous is Chris’ birthday, I have his presents in my suitcase just before I flew here. I had to double check to Wikipedia to make sure Pammy isn’t fucking with me.

“Hey, did you booked the hotel already?”

Chris turns to me, his eyes are tired, “Of course, booked it two-weeks ago.” I look at him surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I wanted to spend my birthday with you.”

I raise my brow at him with a smirk. “Oh... so you’re telling me tomorrow’s your birthday?” Chris smiles, amused. He slides his arms around my waist shifting me closer to him, I shyly place my head on his shoulder as he puts another arm on my stomach and rest his chin on my head.

“Do I get a special treatment for my birthday?”

I chuckle.

“Special treatment? You wish.” I huff.

When we arrived, there’s no paparazzi, Chris let himself out first, and as I was putting my heels back on, Chris opens the door for me. I smiled at him, puckering my lips as he leans forward to kiss me quick.

He grabs my heels and carry it for me. I just can’t stop looking at him and think of how lucky I am to have him. Chris is hands down the most kind and caring person I have ever met in my life and now me being with him, I just feel more and more lucky every day.

“I need to go to the bathroom first, give me the spare key.”

I was thinking if Chris went up first I can ask for a cake for him upstairs. But, of course, “No, baby, I’ll wait for you.” I can’t help but smile.

I look around if I can have the front office guy look at me. As the guy, take a glance at me, I gesture him to follow me. Chris was looking at his phone, so for now, I’m safe to make a plan.

“Can I help you Miss?”

“Could you please send a slice of cake to our room at 11:58 on the clock?”

He looks back to Chris then to me. “Right, what kind do you want?”

“What do you have?”

“We have the cheesecake, red velvet, classic chocolate-”

“Classic chocolate it is.” I said to him with a smile. “Thank you. And I need one candle, and also please don’t knock, at 11:58 I’ll be right out.”

He smiles back at me as I make my way to Chris whose eyes wanders around the interior design with its historical pictures on the wall.

We walk into our room with him still carrying my heels. I didn’t let go of his hand until he has to open the door. I’ve never felt like this before and it’s weird, I never dated guys who were older than me until Chris, but with him, my heart race like I’ve never been before and I feel safe and I never felt like this dating guys my age.

I look at my phone it’s 15-minutes until his birthday, Chris took off his jacket and say, “I’m gonna go shower.” I nodded my head. “I’ll do it in the morning, I’m too tired.” He smiles and kiss my head.

Every time he kisses me, or even just a peck on my forehead, it sends electricity through my veins.

I take off my dress, grabbing one of his white t-shirt and put it on as I remove my makeup while he was in the shower. I check my phone once again, 5-minutes.

Chris walk out wearing the bathrobe and threw himself to be, opening his arms wide for me as I jump next to him making him chuckle.

I keep on counting the minute.

“I’m gonna get a drink, do you want some?”

“That’d be great, thank you, baby.” I peck him on the lips and make my way out to the door.

The guy from the front office stood there with a slice of chocolate cake with the candle in it. I specifically ask for one candle, ha, because of course, who likes it when your candle drizzles down to your cake? Nobody.

He lit it up for me as I walk slowly to the bed and sing, “Happy birthday to you..”

He looks at me with the cutest reaction (gif).

“Happy birthday dear Chris... Happy birthday to you.”

I stood there for a second, biting my lower lip nervously at him as he stood up. Kissing me passionately before looking at the cake and back to me. “Make a wish.” I said.

He shuts his eyes for a minute and blow the candle.

“Thank you, (Y/N)..”

“The surprise isn’t over yet!” I said handing him the cake and went to my suitcase to get his present.

Chris placed the cake onto the table near us and open the present and pout in response of how cute it is.

A matching sweater for him and Dodger, his got Dodger’s face on it and Dogder’s got Chris’ face.

“Oh man... this is the cutest thing ever...”

I look at him excitedly, I knew he’d like it because if my puppy’s still alive and someone give me those sweaters for my birthday, I would probably cry.

“Thank you, I love it.”

I kiss him once more.

. . . .

I took a shower when Chris was still asleep, and as I was having breakfast in the balcony looking at the view of Venice, I open Instagram and uploaded a picture of us together on set.

‘Happy birthday America’s ass @chrisevans there wouldn’t be Nala if Benji don’t exist. You are the reason many people smile today, including mine.’

I smiled at the picture, it was the first time we had our kiss on set but many more off set. I put my phone and eat my breakfast with my feet up on the balcony wearing bathrobe and a towel wrapped around my head.

A solid ten-minutes later, my phone didn’t stop buzzing from the notifications. I remember I turn off my notifications for Instagram. “What is going on..” I look it up and there was people tagging me in a photo by Chris.

‘IS THAT @(Y/N/L/N)?!?!?!?! OMGGGGGGG!!!!’

‘Tell me that’s her and I’ll die happily’

‘Omg they’re spending his brithday together i can’t do it.’

‘ITS HEEEERRR!!!’

It’s a picture of me, right now.

‘Buongiorno, Venice.’

I look back and find him leaning against the door looking at me. I blushed.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, birthday boy.”

Chris walks to me and kiss my cheeks.

“You’re so sneaky.”

He laughed, “You look so good baby, I can’t just do it!” he jokes making me laugh.

“Shall we go for a date today?” he ask.

I nodded.

After we went for a brunch, we were standing outside of the restaurant looking at the view. Chris has his hand wrapped around my waist as we talk about how we’re going to work “us” out when our schedules are busy.

“Well, you’re more famous than me so, I can make the time for you.”

He pfft’ed me. “No, I’m not.”

“Oh yes. I mean, aren’t we supposed to be ready if things doesn’t work out?”

He stays silence.

“But, it sucks if I have to meet other people or see you with someone else and I have to adapt to someone new, I don’t think I want that anymore.”

I nodded my head, I feel the same way, I know I might be younger than him but exchanging one man to another is never my style. I’m not saying I’m ready to get married but, it’s nice to just have one person for as long as you also want it.

Meeting people constantly sucks, and I feel too comfortable with Chris that I know for sure I never felt anything like this before.

“You’re right.” I said.

Chris just looks at me and say, “Gosh, I love you.”

My eyes widens in shock.

“W-what?”

Chris’ face turns blue, even green and yellow looking at my reaction. “I’m sorry was that too soon?”

I bit my lower lip, I am so nervous.

We just stood there in silence, looking at other ways. I can feel tension between us in this silence, but I know I feel the same way.

“Chris?”

He turns to me.

“I love you too.”

His face lights up, the biggest smile I’ve seen.

“You do?”

I nodded my head as he grabs me by shirt closer to him and kisses me passionately. Deep and passionate, and we stay like that for as long as I wish it to be.

And he said, it was easy to love me, but little did he know that it was easier to love him and it’s hard not to.

I want time to stop ticking just for us.

Articles about (Y/N) and Chris:

‘Chris Evans and co star (Y/N/L/N) shares a passionate kiss in Italy!’ - X

‘It’s official! (Y/N/L/N) finally taking it to public with Chris Evans!’ - X

‘(Y/N/L/N) wishes Chris Evans on Instagram. The reason she smiles today!’ - X

‘Chris Evans take (Y/N/L/N) on a romantic stroll in Italy holding hands.’ - X

. . . . .

@patzammit @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #chris evans #chris evans fluff #chris evans x you #chris #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine

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passion-00 · 4 years

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Alright. Animal Crossing. I am... nearing completion??? Maybe?????

Lies. You will never escape

Been trying to build a church? Cathedral? The interior absolutely sucks still but hey. I built a thing! Not quite happy with the panels... gonna keep looking for something to seal it all together. Also the fact that I didn’t really play during wedding season came back around. I don’t have anything church-y for the interior. That’s karma for ya ;w; jk, it’s fine.

BONUS; my birthday happened a while back as it tends to every year, which confirmed my suspicion that yes indeed: Sprocket is my best friend. So I needed to take a pic!

#acnh #messy island #tagging is hard #should i even tag this #let’s make a tag maybe?

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justwritethatdown · 5 years

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A/N: may I present you the third and smutty final chapter of this mini fic I started writing as a joke and turned out to be something you guys actually like

(This chapter can also be read as a single oneshot... if you're only interested in smut) Enjoy 😘

Wrong Number

Part 3; →Part 1 →Part 2

Words Count: 3085 (1905 words of smut, oops)

Rating: E (for very explicit oral sex, oops again)

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Beca was nervous. She decided to take Chloe at Wynn Park for a pic nick, but now she was second guessing everything. What if that wasn’t enough? What if Chloe wanted a classic first date? Maybe she should have taken her to some fancy restaurant and maybe have found a car to drive her there or something.

“Becs, what’s wrong?” asked Chloe bringing her back to the reality, she sounded upset, annoyed maybe, Beca was spiralling. “w-what do you mean what’s wrong? Nothing’s wrong. Ev-everything is fine" she stuttered and Chloe let out a puff of air “you are not here” pointed out the redhead bothered by Beca’s weak attempt at hiding it “look, if this isn’t working and you changed your mind, just tell me okay? We can stay friends if that’s what you want” she added in a sweeter tone not hiding a little sadness in her voice “NO! No I don’t wanna be friends” rushed to clear out the brunette and Chloe raised an eyebrow amused and a little taken aback by how stressed out Beca was “you hate this, don’t you? I ruined everything” stated Beca looking down at the blanket they were sitting on.

Chloe reached out to stroke her arm “I don’t hate this, it’s just... you don’t have to be so nervous, it’s just me" “I know but... this isn’t a proper first date, I should have taken you to dinner-" “Beca. You know me, you know this is a hundred times better than a boring restaurant for me. Besides, all I really want is to be with you" assured her Chloe and Beca’s heart felt warm, the hint of a smile started to appear on her lips as she asked “you sure you don’t want me to play by the book?” “just follow your instinct and we’ll be fine. Also, if you make me wait until the third date I’m gonna kill you" scoffed Chloe “I mean we can wait for as long as you want, just... just not because that’s the stupid rule" she immediately added making Beca laugh “follow my instinct huh?” asked Beca moving closer “mmhm" confirmed Chloe wetting her lips, her chest rising and falling in anticipation “my instinct is telling me to kiss you right now" she mumbled stopping right before their lips touched, Chloe’s laboured breathing washing over her face gave her goosebumps. She stroke her hand on Chloe’s thigh, up over her hip and stopped on her waist, pulling her even closer. Chloe’s eyes were already closed “then kiss me" she begged against her mouth before Beca finally closed the space between them.

This kiss was different from their first one, it was slow and deep, their lips parting and coming back together while their tongues were almost constantly brushing against one another. Beca didn’t know how she ended up laying on top of Chloe between Chloe’s thighs, their fingers were intertwined above the taller girl’s head, while she kept alternating between pushing her tongue into Chloe’s mouth and sucking the redhead’s one in hers. Chloe was wearing a light summer dress, that had ridden up her thighs a little due to the rocking motion of Beca’s hips against her.

The sound of a bird flapping its wings reminder to Beca that they were in the middle of a public park, so she slowed their kiss to a stop and looked down at Chloe panting, she looked back at her with hooded eyes and swollen lips, a sight that made Beca’s interiors burn. She sucked in a ragged breath starting to move back and offering Chloe a hand to follow her movements until they were both sitting down in front of each other.

“Maybe that went a little too far" she offered clearing her throat “not for me" answered Chloe giving her a look that made the blood boil in her veins. “Chlo...” she whispered trying to catch her breath while Chloe’s fingers run up her wrist and the inside of her arm with a feather light touch, she swallowed hard when the redhead bit her bottom lip and looked at her innocently, as to ask what was the matter. She was sure Chloe knew exactly what she was doing to her but she tried to explain “we are in public” panted out the brunette “I know" whispered Chloe, starting to kiss down her neck and throat. Beca’s head was spinning so fast she thought she’d pass out, but she found the strength to stop the redhead “Chlo I promise you, being arrested isn’t funny, I know something about that” she tried to joke “but I want you" breathed Chloe in her ear. Something inside Beca snapped at that “let’s go home" she ordered firmly.

They made out some more during the ride home but Chloe was starting to push her limits again, adventuring her hands in places that made Beca squirm. “It was so hot when you took charge earlier” Chloe whispered in her hear before sucking Beca's earlobe into her mouth sending shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes and took a couple of steadying breaths before turning to Chloe and whisper to her “I’m not going to fuck you in the backseat of a damn taxi, Chlo" “I know" answered the redhead with a mischievous smirk.

If Beca wasn’t on cloud nine right then she would have been so mad, Chloe was just teasing her and having too much fun doing so “you’re gonna regret all of this when we get home" she warned her “is this a threat or a promise?” asked Chloe smiling brightly at her and Beca grunted, Chloe was able to turn her own punch lines against her and frustrate her even more, she didn’t stand a chance at this game “you’re cute when you’re frustrated” chuckled Chloe “well you’re always cute, so..” shot back Beca as if it was an insult making Chloe laugh and kiss her cheek.

When they arrived home Beca slammed Chloe against the front door and they started a heated make out session, which was cut short by a complaining Stacey opening up the door “is this the way to knock-" the tall girl’s sentence was interrupted by two bodies falling against her “WHAT THE HELL?” she gasped in surprise “wait...” she said staring suspiciously at them “were you two making out against our door?” she asked squinting her eyes, the two girls awkwardly tried to ramble something, which totally gave them away. “AMY" shouted Stacey with a grin and Beca shot her a look between annoyed and pleading but didn’t have the time to say anything “I suddenly want a smoothie, can you come with me grabbing one?” “I don’t know man, it’s on the other side of campus, it’s gonna take us forever” shouted back Amy from the other room “I’m buying” she offered “thank you" mouthed Chloe “you’re buying” she hissed to them before the Australian appeared and walked past them and out of the house. “The house is empty, have fun" winked Stacey and Chloe hugged her quickly thanking her again.

Beca and Chloe were alone, in Chloe’s room, on Chloe’s bed, kissing deeply. Chloe was on top this time, her arms pushing down on the mattress to hold herself up while she rocked between Beca’s parted legs. Beca’s hands were everywhere – mostly on Chloe’s ass – inciting her thrusts.

Chloe looked up at her smiling before descending her body, she pushed Beca’s thank top up and started to kiss her newly exposed skin making Beca arch her back. She kept kissing upwards taking the top up inch by inch, until she arrived to the black bra hiding her target. Beca’s chest inflated with every shallow breath the girl took in, Chloe raised her head to look at her again and find Beca's darkened eyes set on her, waiting for her next move. The redhead pulled the bra down and wrapped her lips around a stiffed nipple making Beca gasp and press her chest up into Chloe, her left hand flew up to interlock into red hair, while the other one was closed into a fist in the sheets. As she moved to the other nipple Chloe reached around Beca’s back to unlock the bra and removed it from her, and started kissing in the valley between her breasts. Beca bent her head to kiss her forehead and Chloe’s heart skipped a beat at such a sweet action in such an arousing moment, before removing her top to continue her journey moving to kiss the brunette’s neck.

Beca guided Chloe’s left leg past her right one, to let the redhead ride her thigh, now bent between Chloe’s legs, her hands slid under Chloe’s dress to stroke her thighs until she reached her ass again squeezing it and guiding her moves while they resumed their kissing.

After a while Chloe moved to straddle Beca’s hips and Beca started to kiss and nip at her neck, her hands moving up on Chloe’s body taking the dress along until Chloe decided to sit up resting her hands on Beca’s abdomen. Beca was looking at her in awe, both girls were breathing heavily and had dreamy smiles on their faces. The brunette sat up to quickly kiss Chloe lips again before slowly remove her dress, Chloe lifted her arms to help her slide it off of her and then wrapped them loosely around Beca’s neck while the brunette’s hands found her bare waist, rising goosebumps all over her skin. Chloe was looking down at her with so much love and desire that made Beca tremble.

Beca’s focus easily shifted from Chloe’s eyes to her breasts that were just mere inches from her face, she gently kissed the top of one of them and then the other's, before mirroring Chloe’s previous actions pulling her bra down to reveal her hardened nipples. Chloe quickly got rid of the piece of clothing and Beca bit her lip bringing her hands up to cup Chloe’s breasts and gently push them together before taking one of them into her mouth and sucking on it, which caused Chloe to inhale sharply in surprise and arch into Beca, holding her close with both hands in her hair. Beca’s hands moved around Chloe again, lightly scratching her back, while she kept licking and sucking at Chloe’s breasts. When she gently bit on her nipple Chloe hissed and her hips trusted into Beca while her grip in her hair tightened, the brunette looked up to meet Chloe’s eyes while licking at the offended nipple “fuck" breathed out Chloe tilting her head back.

Suddenly Beca flipped them, pushing Chloe’s back into the bed “you said you like when I take charge huh" she whispered in her ear and without waiting for a response she moved her left hand between Chloe’s legs, gently stroking her through her panties, while her tongue was on her nipples again, the action gained a moan from the redhead who instinctively spread her legs further to give her more space. She could feel the fabric soaking beneath her fingers, so she shifted to suck at Chloe’s pulse point and slipped her hand into her pants “Beca...” moaned Chloe as she started to spread her juices on her clit, Chloe’s hand grabbed her wrist “Beca wait". Beca froze and removed her hand immediately. Chloe smiled at her kissing her cheek “don’t worry, everything is okay... I just don’t wanna come in my pants” she explained her with a chuckle and Beca released the air she was holding in her lungs smiling back in relief “yeah I’d like to get rid of these jeans too" she agreed moving away from Chloe while their removed their remaining clothes.

They were kneeling naked in the middle of the bed, kissing and hugging, wandering hands exploded every inch of skin they could find while muffed hums and soft moans echoed in the room. Beca pushed Chloe down into the bed crawling on top of her while Chloe spread her legs to welcome the petite girl between them and they resumed their kissing, before the brunette started descending her body leaving wet open mouthed kisses on her skin “God, you’re so beautiful” she whispered gently stroking Chloe’s legs once she reached her navel and sat back on her heels. Chloe smiled at her biting her bottom lip, the redhead’s legs were bent at the knee and Beca couldn’t stop herself from looking at her pink centre, Chloe didn’t shy away from her gaze and reached down to squeeze the brunette’s hand redting on her left thigh, which made Beca look up “you okay?” checked the redhead “yeah...” whispered Beca mesmerized, unconsciously wetting her lips.

The brunette started to move in a trance, leaving a trail of kisses descending Chloe’s right thigh until she reached her groin, making Chloe part her legs even more while tightening her grip on Beca’s hand, then she moved up her left thigh “Becs...” whimpered the redhead and Beca bit down at her flesh before soothing it with her tongue “Beca please” begged the redhead out of breath and Beca decided to give in, she pressed the flat of her tongue on Chloe’s centre and slit it up to her clit, staring into her eyes “ohmygod" choked out Chloe pressing her head in the pillow and shutting her eyes.

Beca readjusted her position wrapping her left arm around Chloe’s thigh and sliding the other one beneath her and leaving it to rest on Chloe’s stomach, where the redhead reached out to hold her hand again. She closed her eyes and started making out with Chloe’s pussy, the filthy sounds coming out from Chloe spurring her on. She started slowly, taking her time to explore and taste her; alternating gently sucking to languid laps against her folds, and then speeded up to circle her clit and strongly sucking it into her mouth. Chloe’s hips started to rock against her face and Beca decided to just stick her tongue out and let the redhead ride it for a while until it easily slipped inside, making both girls moan. Beca pinned the girl down as best as she could and started to thrust her tongue in and out of Chloe’s wet centre making her cry out loudly, she felt the girl’s inner walls tighten around her tongue and briefly wondered if it would be too embarrassing to climax without even being touched.

Chloe’s thighs were clenched against her ears, but Beca could still hear her loud moans. When she realized that Chloe needed her deeper she replaced her tongue with two fingers and smirked at the way Chloe’s hips shot up, after having given her the time to adjust to her presence Beca started to slid her fingers in and out with increasing speed and curling them while sucking at her clit again “fuck! How can you be so good at this?” gasped Chloe on the edge and Beca almost replied with some sarcastic comment about her just following her instinct but didn’t dare to stop until Chloe came hard under her mouth. She slowly slipped her fingers out and licked her clean like nobody ever did before “baby, come here" whispered Chloe running her fingers through Beca’s hair and the younger girl felt like she could cry at the pet name, she ascended Chloe’s body leaving kisses on her way until she was facing the redhead. Chloe wiped her chin before kissing her, moaning when she tasted herself on Beca’s tongue.

“Sit on my face" whispered Chloe against Beca’s lips “what?” asked Beca in shock, her stomach twisting in excitement “I want you to ride my face" “a-are you sure..?” checked again Beca trying to breathe “so sure” confirmed Chloe playfully biting Beca’s lip and tugging at it. Beca swallowed hard and moved to hover above Chloe’s head facing the wall, when Chloe stuck out her tongue to lick through her wet folds she had to hold herself up against the wall “Jesus" she gasped “this isn’t going to last long, I’m so close already” she warned while the redhead smirked pulling her down to properly sit, and started to suck while her hands moved to Beca’s ass, inviting her to thrust into her mouth. Beca’s forehead was pressed against the wall along with her right hand, while her left one was tangled into messy red hair, Chloe was moaning into her keeping eye contact until it became too much for Beca who had to slam her eyes shut “oh my God, oh my God I’m going to die" she gasped, Chloe loved that Beca was a talker in bed, almost as much as she loved the way she was pulling at her hair. The redhead moved a hand further down between her legs and slipped one, then two fingers inside of Beca “Yes. Chloe, yes" she moaned fucking herself against Chloe face, her arm was stretched out to push against the wall while her back was arched and her head tilted up “fuck! I’m coming, I’m coming...” she gasped before inhaling sharply and starting to shake holding her breath. Chloe couldn’t see her face anymore, but the sight of Beca’s boobs bouncing was good enough.

After Beca came and slightly lift herself up, Chloe slipped her fingers out and started to caress her body until she reached and squeezed her breasts, as she playfully and very gently nibbled her outer lips, making Beca jump and laugh until she tugged at her hair to make her stop. Chloe helped Beca to get off of her and held her still trembling body into her arms easing her on the bed. Beca attacked her mouth greedily sucking at her tongue “that was amazing” she breathed out “it was” agreed Chloe with a dreamy smile licking her lips “I love you" said Beca unable to hold it in “I love you, too” answered the redhead kissing her again.

“Can I sleep here?” mumbled Beca against Chloe’s lips, she pulled back to look at her and brushed a lock of hair away from her sweaty forehead “don’t you think Amy will notice if you don’t sleep in your room?” she questioned “baby, we’ve been locked in here for hours, plus we weren’t really silent... I think they know” laughed Beca and Chloe moved behind her to spoon her “I like it when you call me baby" she breathed out into her ear “mh me, too" said Beca lacing their fingers together on her stomach before falling asleep in Chloe’s arms.

#bechloe #bechloe mini fic #bechloe smut #bechloe one shot #bechloe oneshot #bechloe au #pitch perfect #pitch perfect au #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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dramaqueeenamby · 5 years

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Feast

A/N: Yeah. Idk how to stick with the word requirements for blurbs so here is a whole damn oneshot with Big Nasty and a black reader. Also, ya’ll know I love Amara and she’s my go-to FC, but feel free to ignore and imagine yaselves’! :p

Words: 3.4K

Warnings: Slight, like very slight, and shitty smut

Tagging the fellow Flo’s Hoes/Lil Nasties who I know share love for our manzzzz and expressed interest in this hot mess!

TAGS: @chaneajoyyy @forbeautyandlife @heyauntieeee @crushed-pink-petals @mimigemrose @thepinkjinx @honeychicana @sdcyumyum @babygirlofwakanda

FEAST

“Bitch, hurry up. I can only hold my stomach in for so long. Not all of us have abs like you.”

Your best friend and current photographer sucked her teeth. “What abs? I haven’t done a real workout in months.”

You rolled your eyes, breaking from your position to place your hands on your hips and look over at her, squinting from the intensity of the sun. “What are we about to do then?”

Maya mirrored your stance. “You know damn well we’re only going to make it about a block before we call it quits.”

You laughed. It was true. While Maya had a bit more stamina than you, neither of you were feeling like being healthy. Plus, between decorating your new condo that you’d purchased with your best friend since elementary school or getting in a negative calorie burning workout….playing interior designer sounded a lot more appealing.

“Well let;s at least get these pictures done. We look too bomb to not snap a pic or two.”

“Or 100.”

You fake sniffled. “You know me so well.”

Sharing a laugh, Maya instructed you on how to pose, snapping more than two photos before you switched positions.

“Ugh. Give me your height, please.” At 5’10 with a slim thick figure, your best friend could have easily been a model if you two hadn’t went into the clothing business, opening your own boutique.

Maya snorted. “Give me your booty.”

“It’s a trade,” you agreed as Maya gave you poses that made her look even that more angelic and bomb than she already was. “Work, bitch.” The two of you fell out laughing as she gave a little twerk before covering her face.

“Can’t take us anywhere.”

You wiped at your eyes. “Nowhere.” She came to stand beside as you two perused through the photos you’ve taken eventually settling on one for each of you to post on social media.

“Franchise is going to love that one,” Maya murmured as you guys started to walk back toward your condominium, the decision to bypass the workout an unspoken agreement made among you.

You threw your head back and groaned. “You and that damn nickname.”

“I wouldn’t have given it to him if you would bless that man with some Rosetta Stone.”

“Now see, what we not gon’ do is talk about my baby.”

“That’s the biggest ass baby I’ve ever seen.” As her eyes fell onto you, she caught the sly and suggestive smile planted on your face. “Stop that!”

“You tell no lies,” you wiggled your brows as she grimaced.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” She pretended to gag as you pulled out your phone to check the post. Sure enough, he’d been one of the first to like it.

Smiling, you swiped to see he’d left two separate comments.

😍😍😍

Mine 🤪🙌🏻❤️

You quickly double tapped both to heart them before giving a quick reply.

☺️😘❤️

Your boyfriend, Florian, was the definition of unexpected. You’d met by chance, both of you being on the same connecting flight that been delayed, forcing passengers to spend the night in the terminal. Your phone was dying, you foolishly leaving your charger in your suitcase as you hadn’t expected your battery to die before you reached your stop, Honduras.

Looking around the terminal, you noticed that there was only one available seat that was near a charging station. And it just so happened to be next to the tall, large, and handsome man who you could have sworn you’d caught staring at you several times. Never really into white guys, even you couldn’t deny the man was sexy as hell.

You’d overheard him talking on the phone and noticed he had a European accent to his deep voice, amping the appeal you were already having problems ignoring.

As your battery sunk into single digits, you decided to approach the handsome stranger, asking if it was alright for you to take the seat next to him.

“Of course.” Was his kind reply, his smile causing your stomach to do all kind of somersaults and walkovers.

While you’d initially planned to pretend to be busy on your phone, it seemed as though being in his proximity or being the first to make the move was the only thing he needed to start up a conversation.

An exchange of names and casual conversation quickly turned into you learning almost everything to know about each other. He was an actor who’d just been cast in a film he couldn’t tell because of contractual reasons and was going on a short vacation with close friends before traveling to the states to start filming.

You told him how you were heading to Honduras to celebrate your best friend’s 25th birthday. His favorite color was green. Yours was pink. He was the baby of his siblings. You were an only child. He was single….you were single.

You could definitely detect the flirtatious tone he allowed to seep in his naturally confident demeanor and surprised yourself with how you matched his vibe. Then again, how couldn’t you? The man was gorgeous and his body was delicious.

And that was just from what you could see through his sweats.

Contact information was exchanged as you two eventually separated, and what started as a long distance friendship easily transformed into something a lot more serious. He was away filming for three months, 90 days that comprised of constant phone and video communication, virtual interaction constituting the forming of your relationship.

Though you hadn’t officially discussed the status of you “-ship” as you’d gleefully ran into his open arms as you met him at the airport, making physical contact with him for the first time since you met…..you just kinda knew.

Then, of course, the fact that you two went through almost half a box of condoms the same night and you learning the real reason they called him Big Nasty probably helped as well.

So now, months later, there was no question about where you two stood. Florian was your man, and you, his lady.

Pulling down to refresh the comments, your smile dropped as you saw Maya’s reply on the thread between you and your boyfriend.

🤨 She been both fine AND mine long before you, Franchise.

Looking at her with the ‘really, bitch’ face, she busted out laughing.

“You know I had to.”

You maintained your annoyed expression before joining her in her cackling. “I hate you.”

“Lies,” she sang. “That’s like saying you hate Baby Arnold.”

“Maya!”

She was right though. Though you’d always been hesitant about falling too deeply given your less than stellar track record with men, there was something different about Florian. Being with him made you feel like a teenager all over again. Hell, you were 25 and getting all giddy over a damn Instagram comment.

You didn’t want to say that you loved him. Not yet. Not out loud, at least. But….you definitely more than just liked him.

As you two made it back to your condominium, you decided to start unpacking the boxes that created a fire hazard in your kitchen. You’d had just about enough takeout and while neither of you could cook to save your lives, it couldn’t help to start learning.

After all, you wanted to try to learn how to make at least one of your man’s favorite dishes. All you needed was a recipe, ingredients, prayers, and a fire extinguisher.

“Would you get off your phone and help me put some of these dishes away?” You yelled at your friend as she waved you off, continuing her IG live as she ate the last bit of her Chinese takeout.

“You’re doing great, sweetie!” She snorted as you turned around to flip her off.

“Hey, Siri. Play my music on Shuffle,” Maya called out to the HomePod. You rolled your eyes and prepared to tell the music player to turn it off when you realized it was “Bust Down Barbiana.”

“Ayee!” You shouted, running over to turn the music all the way up as Maya jumped up as well. Going over by her, the two of you started to dance and sing along.

“Thank you next, Ariana!” You both yelled as you two twerked on each other, all desires to stay on task thrown out the window. You continued to dance, noticing as the viewers of the Live continued to go up and up as you remembered Maya had a good amount of followers.

For a second, you contemplated moving out of the frame but as soon as the next song came on, Tia Tamera by Doja Cat, you knew it was a wrap.

“Hair grow long like Chia. Money go long like Nia!” You sang loudly, moving to climb up on the half wall, dancing on there, dropping into a squat and moving your ass. “I am the big idea! My twins big like Tia!”

“Aye! Aye!” Maya continued to hype you as she grabbed her phone to better film you. “Get it, Thickems!”

Continuing to act a fool, you didn’t notice Maya roll her eyes until she shouted.

“Go away, Franchise!”

Hearing that, you looked at her. “Flo’s watching?” As she murmured a ‘you know he is,’ you grin widened as you blew a kiss. “Hi, baby!”

“Can ya’ll not be all romantic on my live!” Maya groaned. You ignored her and continued to dance, purposely moving your ass even more. Flo loved your booty, his big hands always going to grab or smack it every chance he got.

Especially during sex. His favorite position was any that allowed him to bend you over. The counter, the bed, a workout machine, anything really.

“He said get your ass down before you fall, Bee!” Maya warned, though you were unsure if she was just saying that or if Flo really was concerned.

“If I fall and hurt myself, will you come home?” You asked, half joking, half serious. Promo for the film Florian had been filming, Creed II, was at full force, your poor boyfriend having to partake in interview after interview and premiere after premiere. A part of you felt bad for him, but you missed your man more.

It’d been almost two months since you’d seen him in person, and he wasn’t set to come visit you for another month. Your shower head and vibrator could only do so much. You needed the real and much bigger thing.

But sexual desires aside, you really just missed being held by your boyfriend, joking around with him, forcing him to watch your “chick flicks” or the occasional trip to the club.

“Ooooh.” You finally jumped down and walked over to Maya. “Call him.”

Maya turned up her nose. “Hell no. This is a rated G live. Ain’t no freak shit taking place on my watch. I’m a Christian.”

“Bitch you a whole lie and 3/4ths.” You smacked your lips as you looked over her shoulder to see comments coming in left and right but focusing in only on his.

😂😂😂😂😂

“Call me, baby!”

“It’s maybe.”

“Maya, I am about to punch you in your throat.”

“Come on then, bitch. I ain’t never been scared.”

“You are so ignorant.” You wiped at your eyes and elbowed her, walking away to get your phone out the kitchen.

“That ass though!”

Shaking your head, you looked at your reflection in the FaceTime before calling him. Ring, ring, ring, With each ring, your smile dimmed. Why was he not answering? Eventually, the “unavailable” screen came up and you frowned.

“He didn’t answer.” You told Maya as she walked over, having ended her call.

Maya shrugged. “Probably went to go beat his-“

“Maya!”

——

As you finished applying your night serums, your mind was still focused on the day’s earlier events.

You’d tried calling Florian a few more times after that with each call being ignored. You texted him. No reply. Hell, you’d even resorted to more stalkerish tendencies by checking his IG activity to see if he was liking photos or whatnot. Nothing. He’d just gone ghost.

You tried to ignore it. You really did. The last thing you wanted to think about was him cheating, messing around on you. He was probably working, but as you thought about where he was and the time zone, what work could he be doing at 3 something in the morning?

Something just wasn’t right.

Of course, Maya called you stupid.

“Terminator knows I’ll kick his Russian ass if he breaks your heart.”

“He’s Romanian, Maya.”

“I don’t care if he’s Lettucian. He still gon catch this fade if he wanna be on some Tristian Hoempson shit and cheat on you.”

You chuckled. Your best friend was crazy, but you loved her.

Just like you love Flo-

“Oh hell no.”

Frowning, you walked to the bedroom door. “What’s up?”

“Ain’t this about a bitch.”

Sighing, you walked over to slide on your slippers and headed out your room. “Heifer, you better be dying.”

“Oh, someone is about to die.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the top of the steps. “What-“

Mouth ajar, eyes wide as saucers, you completely blocked out Maya’s smirking, charcoal mask covered as she crossed her arms over chest, and murmured a small “gotcha.”

No, your eyes were focused on the giant standing at the bottom of your steps, bag on one shoulder, suitcase on the floor next to him, his magnetic smile on his handsome face.

“Surprise.”

As though his voice was your ‘on’ switch, you broke from your trance. “Baby!” Descending down the steps with surprising speed, you threw your body into his, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Now what if you had fallen? Hmm? Who was going to pay that hospital bill?” Maya wondered aloud as you flipped her off while crashing your lips onto Florian, his hands going to palm your ass as he held you against him.

“Hey, hey, hey! All possible baby making activities need to take place in the bedroom as per section G, paragraph 2, lines 8 through 11 of the contract.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked after having to break away for air, completely ignoring your best friend. “I thought you couldn’t get away for another month.”

“I’m done in a month, but everyone needs a break, yeah?” His finger traced your lips as you went to drop your legs so that you could stand up, only for him to tighten his grip. “You missed me, hmm?”

“You know what I’m going to miss? The silence!” Maya groaned. “Where are my Beats because if you think I’m going to listen to “fuck me daddy” and “don’t stop” all night-“

Florian chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, dropping your head on his chest. “It’s nice to see you too, Maya.”

“Don’t lie to her,” you mumbled into him as he turned to look at you, pecking your forehead, forcing a giggle as you clutched him tighter.

Maya gagged. “I’m leaving. Don’t beat it up too much. Tomorrow is the Lord’s day.”

“Hate you, mean it.” You groaned as she walked up the steps, finally leaving you two alone.

Hitting him on his shoulder, he looked over at you with a scowl. “Wh-“

“You had me worried sick about you.” You finally remembered the stress he’d unknowingly forced you to endure as the result of his surprise.

“I’m sorry.” You noticed the guilt in his eyes and voice and felt a bit bad about making him feel bad. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“I don’t like surprises,” you pouted as he finally let you down so that he could slide the bag off his shoulder, hands going to your hips. “I like being able to talk to my man.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna talk,” he hummed, head dropping down as he lightly nipped at your neck. “Maybe I want to touch…to taste.”

You released a mixture of a moan and groan, legs involuntary clenching together.

“You should be tired.” You tried to be considerate. As much as you wanted him, you thought about how he’d most likely been in the midst of traveling while engaging with you on Instagram. He’d been in airports and on planes for the most of the day. “At least, take a shower. Settle down.” Your fingers crawled up his chest. “Just for a bit.”

He sighed with irritation as you giggled. Standing up on your toes, you kissed his nose. “Go on. The sooner you get done, the sooner we can get started.”

——

Pouring the crystal light into the glass, you closed up the container and placed it back in the fridge. As soon as you turned around, you were ambushed with a passionate kiss, Florian grabbing you by the back on your legs and hoisting you up against his shirtless frame.

Hands holding onto his broad shoulders, you nipped on his bottom lip.

“I guess I don’t need to ask if you missed me, huh?” You teased as he sat you down on the counter so that you could grab your drink.

He chuckled and looked down, hands moving up and down your bare thighs. “I always miss you, Bee.”

Grinning bashfully, young nails lightly raked across his back as he netted his head into your neck. “Needy.”

“Very,” he absentmindedly replied, hands moving higher up your legs and under the big shirt you were sporting.

“Flo,” you whined, taking a sip of your drink as his fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties. “At least let me fix you something to eat.”

“I don’t want that.” He groaned, lifting and relocating you to the island. “And you can’t cook.”

“You know what,” You gasped and slapped his arm. “I-“ Your eyes fluttered as pushed him hands up your body, kneading your breast with one hand while using the other to carefully push you down on your back. “Not here.”

“Why not,” he murmured, kissing the inside of your thighs as he started to tug on your underwear. “Kitchen made for eating, hmm.”

You whimpered as his finger stroked your folds, a low groan leaving his mouth. You were already so wet for him. “You said you missed daddy, ehh?”

Nodding rapidly, you threw your head back and just as you felt his cool breath on your pussy, it fell out in breathy voice.

“Mmmm, I love you.”

Both of you froze. Your eyes stretched as you started to wonder just how you were going to get away from him, put as much distance between you two as possible.

Unfortunately, with the position he had you in, it was almost physically impossible for you to dash so you forced yourself to attempt to do damage control.

“I-uh-what I meant is-you know-uh-,” you stammered, finally gaining the courage to him to see that he was smiling at you. Like, genuinely fucking smiling. You wanted to smack him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you snapped, turning your head when you felt his hand come to cup your cheek, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You love me?” He questioned casually, like it wasn’t something you’d been trying to keep a secret for weeks, still unsure if it was, in fact, love or just lust. Maybe that’s what it was. Lust. Yeah. It’d been too long and you were speaking from your pussy. Not the heart.

That was your story and you were-

“I love you too.”

Silence.

The silence that fell over you two was so thick that you could literally hear the sound of your gulp.

“W-wh-at you just say?”

He couldn’t have said what you thought he said. No. Your-your ears were playing tricks on you.

His gaze darkened as he gazed his lips over yours. “You heard me, frumos.” Beautiful. “You want me to say again?” He questioned, giving you no time to process let alone reply as he brought his head back down your body. “Or show.”

You moaned and released a shaky breath. “Baby-“

“Shhh,” he tugged your thighs over his shoulders, pulling you right into him. “Daddy needs to eat.”

And as your man finally indulged on the dessert he’d been waiting for all day and your mewling fueled his hunger, you realized that while your punani certainly loved the man feasting on you like you were his last supper…..so did your heart.

Huh.

“Ugh. I’m starv-ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!” A Beat. “YA’LL ARE GOING TO JAIL, PERIODT!”

#florian munteanu #florian munteanu x reader #florian monteanu x black reader #big nasty #big nasty fanfic

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tegamisim · 5 years

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Some pics from the waaaaaaay beginning of Huntsville. I sucked at building and interiors back then and also with taking pictures. I feel like i have improved in many ways. Anyways, all of these people are dead except Antonio Mayleaf that is the one with dark shirt and skin in the pics.

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the-canary · 6 years

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You Know - S.R (3/6)

Summary: Dear heart, the term “faking dating” didn’t mean go and fall in love with him, especially when he’s not yours to begin with. (Office/Fake Dating! Reader/Steve Rogers)

Prompt: Kiss at the theater

A/N: This is for @barnesrogersvstheworld‘s kissing challenge. i am sorry if this chapter sucks ;A; drinking and sort of dirty jokes in this chapter!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist

Feedback is always welcomed.

Nat, help me! I’m trying to look cute for Friday!

Nat: Okay, send me pics of your outfits.

You know that you shouldn’t be asking Nat for help when it comes towards choosing an outfit for your date with Steve tonight. However, the more time you spent with him --mainly during lunch-- had your heart jumping like it hadn’t for quite some time now. You were going to make the best of the situation at hand and if that meant just having some fun with Steve for the month -- well, then you were going to take what you could get aside from helping him with getting some info on Nat.

Killing two birds with one stone seemed like a good idea.

You nod and accept the idea before going through your closet and sending pictures of your chosen outfits for tomorrow night.

Steve Rogers is nervous as hell when he sees Friday coming to an end. He couldn’t sleep the night before and while he had been getting used to you in general through your lunches together, this was completely different -- this was his first real date in more than a year, his date with the cute co-worker he had been crushing for the past six months. He had trouble breathing and almost went back to the 13-year asthmatic that couldn’t talk to the pretty British transfer student.

“Come on, Rogers,” he tries to amp himself up before heading down the hallway that houses both your offices, “You’ve done this before.”

He had a handful of times, but that never stopped his heart from thumping like crazy. Steve took some steady steps down, blue eyes glance at the widow into your office. You were typing on your company laptop, but you were wearing a button up sweater in which he couldn’t see what you were wearing, thus keeping what you were planning on wearing to your first date a secret from the poor man.

You catch him peeking and you wave with a bright, teasing smile that Steve can’t help but frown at, which leads to you laughing loudly as it echoes through the walls and rings into his ears. He just shakes his head before going into his office.

It takes Steve a good while before he can really start working on his latest project, to the point that he misses your usual lunchtime. It’s then that he realizes that you hadn’t asked to have your usual lunch time together as you had been doing for the past week. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, as he watches from his office window a certain redhead pass through and give him a wink.

“What have I gotten myself into?” he can’t help but breathe out in a mix of worry and anxiety.

Steve was slowly coming to realize that your true, outside of work, personality was full of teasing snide and bubbly laughter was going to kill him before the month was over.

He was also coming to realize that -- he was okay with that.

It’s different going to lunch with a co-worker than going out of the office with them after working hours, so you two decide to meet a few blocks down in the cafe that you are familiar with. Steve gets there first, since you are still on call with a student and it surprises him how chic you taste can be what with the cafe having nothing but bread and salad options, but very strong coffee and lattes. He waits half and hour with a cup of coffee that gets refilled twice before he sees you running into the shop from the window.

Light blue summer dress, gray cardigan, and dark flats.

“I’m sorry, the poor kid was totally freaking out over his classes,” you admit while taking a seat across from him. Steve is temporary blindsided by how cute you can look compared to how professionally you usually dress, “We match!”

“W-What?” he can’t help but stutter out, as he sees you pointing to his shirt and your dress, though there is a quip on your lips that tells him that you have caught him staring.

“I’m glad you like the outfit,” you admit softly, as he takes a sip of coffee and hoping that he isn’t blushing, “So, I have two ideas for our ‘date’ tonight.”

“Shoot.”

“Jazz club or movie,” you state without giving him any further information, as Steve perks up to the first idea.

After agreeing on the jazz club (which had been Nat’s idea), the two of you head to the subway and get off a few stops before hitting Central Park. Fury’s from what the redhead had told you was a jazz club that served some good drinks with an eclectic taste in music and requests, depending on the time of the day. Friday was one of their busier days, but it was a good place to easyup and talk, which is what you wanted for yourself and Steve after the long work week.

Soft music rolled onto you like waves when you entered the establishment and proceeded to take a seat not that far away from the band that was playing. You ordered the drinks from a man with an eye patch that gives you a nod, like he knew you. Steve was looking around at the dark contrast of the hazy windows and dark interior of the place, though they never overtook one another. His eyes sparkled and his shoulder let go of the weight that they had been carrying, which made you smile -- this place was a success.

“Good place,” Steve nods, as he takes in the band a bit more, thrumming his fingers for a moment in the wooden table. You’re glad he enjoys it, but you don’t ever plan on telling him who chose it.

“Thanks,” you state as your drinks and some additional side dishes come in. You look up in confusion only for the bartender to nod at you again before going back to work. In your confusion, you decide to move your talk with Steve towards something else, on what you could help him with.

“Okay, okay,” you state, after taking your first drink, “What Steve Rogers’ idea of the perfect woman?”

“I don’t know really,” Steve shrugs before taking a sip of his own, as he explains, “Sharon was always dedicated, serious when it came to her career. I guess, we were both athletic, running and playing basketball -- went to the movies on weekends, partied with friends. We just had fun, at least I thought we did.”

“Ah, so you like the serious type of gals,” you state, as if giving out a fact, to which to add, “Nat is kinda of like that too.”

“Okay, then what’s your type?”

“I think I called them muscular jerks once,” you state, like you have a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, “Those guys that kinda of look like Arnold Schwarzenegger, but have zero personality. Kept going after them and look what that got me.”

“They sound horrible,” Steve can’t help but agree, “But, I’m guessing that means we both have to start looking elsewhere.”

“I’m guessing you’re right, Stevie,” you can’t help but admit as you take another shot as Steve gives you a sardonic smile in agreement, though his heart is going into overdrive over the sudden nickname.

The drinks keep coming for a while longer as the two of you keep playing twenty questions with one another. You learn that Steve born and raised Brooklyn boy that hasn’t always looked like this when he was younger, that he was even lucky to be alive. His father had died when he was young and his mother was a retired nurse that still lived in their old apartment, though he hadn’t seen her in quite some time. His best friends were utterly in love with each other, though out of the picture at the moment.

Steve Rogers sounded like a lonely person, but you really couldn’t say that your life was any better than his at the moment. You take another shot, to forget the thought, before changing the subject.

“Tell me on thing that nobody else knows,” you exclaim as he thinks about for a while, the alcohol in his system leading him to giggle like a schoolgirl at whatever he is thinking. You wait in excitement as he leans into your space, his breathing brushing lightly over your ear.

“You play the trumpet?” you question as he starts laughing even more, before he explains it a bit more which leads to you letting out a loud laugh, that catches the attention of several other patrons as you smack the man on the shoulder.

“I’m gonna have to keep my eye on you, Steve Rogers,” you huff out but instead of being meet with a scoff and instant rejection, like Sharon did when he tried to throw a dirty joke here and there, all he was meet with was bright eyes and little giggles escaping your body over the joke long after he had shared it.

It was refreshing sight and he couldn’t help the warmth taking over his chest.

The two of you eventually leave the club close to 8pm and decide to take a walk in Central Park, as you head towards your apartment. Though, you aren’t sure if it's the evening summer heat or being held by Steve that is causing you to feel a bit warmer than usual -- maybe it was even the drinks still coursing through your body. You hadn’t planned on letting go so loosely, but something about him told you that it was all right and that he could take care of both of you.

The steady pace you were walking and the large bottle of water you were sharing was proof of that and as you got closer to your apartment you didn’t want to let him go -- to be left alone in that cruddy little apartment you lived in.

Time is a cruel mistress though, as you end up in your apartment entrance. Steve gave you a soft smile, as you took the first step up only to look at him with bright eyes.

“Tonight was good,” you start of timidly as he agrees, “Would Sunday be a good for another date?”

“Sunday’s perfect,” he answers back softly causing you to grin.

“Good, good,” you state with a bubbly laugh, as you give him a peck on the forehead from where you are standing before waving goodnight and heading inside.

You don’t see the immediate aftermath as the man is left standing there with a huge, lovestruck grin for a good while as you do a small dance in the hallway in absolute giddiness over the aftermath of all this.

Unknowingly, each other’s heart already being stolen by the other.

Thank you! Thank you! I love you <3.

Nat: Okay, I think I am going to need details if you are so happy. Spill!

Part 4

#attie’s marvel kiss challenge #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve grant rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers au #steve rogers office au #steve rogers modern au #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fan fic #series: you know #fabiola trying to write

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mellindi · 5 years

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hi India! i’m having a little problem and i’m wondering if you can give me some advice? i’m a simblr who mostly post edits because in my opinion it’s easier than gameplay.. my problem is, i really want to post some gameplay and do a legacy/challenge or something, but i always feel so much pressure. i want the screenshots to be 100% perfect, so i spend a lot of time on the interior/exterior and to get the perfect angles. also i never get satisfied with anything i build or decorate. i just end up-

Hiiii!! Okay so … this got kinda long …

It sounds like you’re spending a lot of time getting hung up on little details and its preventing you from actually playing and having fun and that sucks :( I feel like your gameplay should be something that makes you feel happy not pressured. The thing about making the house and everything perfect too is that you can spend hours cluttering and making sure everything is perfectly placed (I know cause I do it for every one of my builds) but once you start playing, even when you’re taking pics, that stuff really doesn’t make a difference. Like, I just deleted an entire folder of clutter cc with 100+ items in it for sure, and a good bit of it was in Drux’s house. When I loaded the game, I had a bunch of stuff missing but I honestly don’t even care. I didn’t even bother to replace them cause like I said, when I’m playing and focusing on having fun with my sims, none of that other stuff even matters. Don’t stress about getting perfect angles and stuff either cause that in itself is a lot of trial and error. I just keep snapping pics from all different angles and choose one when I’m ready to edit. So basically, relax and allow yourself to have fun. Follow your sims around and snap pics of all the weird, random shit they do, find an editing style you like (which also doesn’t have to be a big deal. I use the same base for every single thing I edit no matter what it is and I’m good with that) and just post it. Everything doesn’t have to be perfect. I hope this helped at least a little bit and I hope you have a nice day as well!

#replies #Anonymous

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designgeekery · 6 years

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Being a Lyft driver has inadvertently bit me on the ass. Even though I wasn’t logged in because I had the stickers on my car the insurance has to “hold my claim” until they can verify I wasn’t actually driving with lyft. Which is easy and a phone call away. But until then they won’t pay to get my car fixed. They also may revoke my rental car, which would suck cause I got an awesome rental.

I’ve never driven let alone been in a sports car and I don’t know if this one counts but it looks like a sports car and the interior is insane. I now understand what “fully loaded” really means, and it’s impressive, maybe someday I’ll be able to afford a car like this. Which would suck if I have to return it anytime sooner than when I need to. Cause there is a lot of snow outside and I don’t want to deal with public transit especially Septa, especially in the snow.

I’ll take a pic of the inside of the car it’s that impressive.

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✨🌸Spring is coming🌸✨ Go out on cute lil dates with your mutuals. Tag one for each and tell them why you chose them. (coffee date, concert date, hiking date, amusement park date, picnic date, cooking date, gaming night)

This is so cute but it also makes me realize that I talk to little with my mutuals aaah

coffee date || @monchoi 🌸• Because coffee shop AUs is life and we’d go to the most aesthetic one and there’d be cute baristas and so many pretty pastries (like super cute cakes and cupcakes) and all the different teas and coffe drinks aaaah also I picture the cafe to have a lot of wooden interior¿ and a lot of books lying around so it’s smells all wood x book store-ish in there feat fresh ground coffee beans. Also the aesthetic photo you have with the bike outside the café!(!!!) Like imagine we’ve walked around and done some shopping and we finally get to drop all the bags to the floor and sit down and spy on cute baristas while drinking tea aaah

concert date || @monchoi (again)• BUT IMAGINE daniel ceasar or like a soft jazz band performing (or bts or b.a.p or just 3 hours of Ravi *wink wonk*) but it would be such a great evening. Like just relaxing to a passionate performance. To be honest put jazz or daniel ceasar in the café, a late night café with live performances yes

hiking date || @kooksluv 🌳• Lets take a walk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but also talk a bunch during because I need book recommendations and I also love talking to you because I feel like I can say anything without feeling awkward hahahha

amusement park date || @blumiin 💿• I might not be the best amusement park buddy, I don’t like upside down rollercoasters or high up swinging ”drop” etc attractions- BUT THE REST I LOVE (and ”normal” rollercoasters) and all the games and the nice scenery oh and all the water rides (loooove) But I want to get to know you mooore so why not at an amusement park? :3

picnic date || @protectaetae 💕• A basket full of Karumi, do I need to say more? + Drawing + a butler to bring us tea OH and we’d have the picnic near a castle, the castle grounds (I’m picturing Tjolöholm slott please look it up) and we can listen to music and draw or just chill and talk about life while we eat karumi and listen to hixtape hahaahhah

cooking date || @sarangtaee 💐• Ok firstly I miss you!!! And I follow you on instagram and I remember you posting ”cooking is a wonderful therapy” and also the other food pics (now i’m hungry) but a cooking date made me think of you hahhaha

gaming night || @ Mess Fam ❤️@rudetae @minimins @suavemino @queenjunghoseok @namsinn @1wyf • I suck because I don’t know all of your urls aaah But gaming night would be great with y’all

#hi (:

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heywatchthismovie · 7 years

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Blade Runner 2049 (2017)

I wanted to like this movie. I’m all for homage sequels that elevate the original art! I liked the first Blade Runner when I watched it. All the technical skill and high-quality effects in the world couldn’t make up for a weak and ponderous plot. Like many, I’m of the school of thought that Science Fiction comments on the present—often with smarter commentary than books set in the present because of the different setting. I say all this because I feel the need to prove myself as a SciFi nerd.

Ryan Gosling plays K, a new kind of Blade Runner who knows he is a replicant but kills old model replicants because he follows orders. While on a case, K discovers a replicant that dies in childbirth—which would destroy the world’s logic justifying slavery. K is told to destroy all the evidence, but while on his journey he takes on his own questions of identity and memory. That’s all a perfectly fine premise and the cinematography is truly beautiful. Denis Villeneuve was true to the vision of the world and didn’t try to do a revisionist history of a past future.

But despite the huge budget and great acting, Blade Runner 2049 is the perfect example of why we need diversity in filmmaking. The sexism in this movie was so bad that about halfway through I exclaimed, “I fucking hate men.” And it’s not like the first one was a paragon of feminist ideas.....

K has a holographic girlfriend named Joi. Much like replicants are servants to humans, Joi is a servant to K. Except, she changes her clothes to be sexy, pretends to be a 50′s housewife, and literally “says what you want to hear.” Unlike replicants in the original and this movie, she has no interior life that could be anything other than people pleasing.

This character is pretty unforgivable however you spin it, but it’s not like there was any other complex female character to make you think someone in this movie saw women as people. There was the prostitute replicant who was comforting; there was the replicant who just killed people. Lutenient Joshi was less extremely bad, but she wasn’t multifaceted either, her only quality was that she trusted K. There are sexist ads everywhere in the world-- gigantic naked women projections; not naked women still posing in designs meant to be alluring for random products (or sex), the world is just dripping in misogyny everywhere you look.

I’m not done.

Replicant mogul Niander Wallace (Jared Letto) wants to create replicants that can reproduce and just casually makes a female presenting replicant, gropes her genitals while she’s still naked in womb-like fluid, decides she’s not fertile and stabs her to death. That’s all. It doesn’t really expand his character, or plot, he just assaulted and killed her because he could.

I’ve mentioned a lot about birth and wombs, and that’s because, in this version, it couldn’t be more clear that’s what questions of morality are based on. A random woman replicant explains towards the end of the movie, “wait, if we can give birth then maybe we ARE people.”

THERE HAVE NOT OVER A HUNDRED YEARS OF WOMEN’S ACTIVISM TO SUDDENLY HAVE THE EPIPHANY OF A FUTURISTIC WOLD THAT GIVING BIRTH IS HOW WE’RE GOING TO DEFINE PERSONHOOD BECAUSE OF THE VALUE OF THE SPAWN.

Not only is this idea less nuanced than the original’s moral dilemma regarding killing, guilt, empathy, and choice through the existence of memories, it’s just so blatantly inconsiderate it pulled me out of a well-crafted movie like little else before it.

This movie also briefly and fleetingly tries to address the issue of racial prejudice. We hear “skin-job” thrown around a couple times and negative stereotypes about replicants. It was almost an interesting racial allegory. Except this ambiguous “Asian” land was labeled as LA, and had no Asians, but spoke and un-identified Asian language in addition to Engish. If this definitively a “post-racial society” that had been made all white because of a mass ethnic cleansing during the data purge or something, the obsession with tagging replicants as other would have been a very interesting statement on white fragility. But we didn’t get that. Instead, we get a loose floating reference to discrimination presumably because it seems topical when the filmmakers can’t see their own discrimination in casting a very large all-white cast.

This movie is also very long. I’m all for contemplative, but two hours and forty-three minutes is a long time for a movie to be contemplative when so much of the plot rests on convenient discoveries and has a weak moral question overall. I like taking the time to world-build and sit with the majesty of a previously un-depicted world aesthetic. I even like watching people make decisions more than I enjoy explosions. But it was too long, and the length was made more noticeable by a weak third act, which sucks because Harrison Ford did a good job reprising his role!

There was much that was good in this movie, and all I can say is what a waste of acting talent, and film craft talent. I think Denis Villeneuve is a talented director. I have respected everything he’s worked on up until now.

If this is the future of science fiction I have to put up with. Burn it all down (but take a cool radioactive pic like Las Vegas in act III).

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tedfashionski · 4 years

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Reality Patch

(3393 - long read, messy, technically ‘unfinished’ whatever that means)

There was a little bubble of interest in the Miu Miu pre-fall collection in the twitterverse a few weeks (months? years?) back – it seemed torn out of time. Made in the winter, shown to press in January? Viral in the early summer? To be bought..… sometime? Part of the issue is the term ‘pre-fall’. Pretty certain that’s summer. This collection feels like it doesn’t exist. I guess if I ever went shopping, it would make more sense? But as a broke hut-dwelling internet denizen, I’m lost. It’s this money-spinning side to fashion commerce that’s the ‘real’ collection, but it’s named after a non-existent season. The pre-fall/resort problem lies in that it’s the collection that gets the least press, because not normally presented in a show, but also functions more solidly as merchandise. Certain agitators want to eliminate these non-events, and revert to twice-yearly seasons. It’s a fucking mess. What even is this? The fashion calender is broken and illogical. I’m going to write here about the Marni AW 20 ‘Alice in Wonderland’ collection alongside Moocher’s pre-fall thing, because I’ve got queries about patchwork and they play well together.

I have …complicated… feelings about the patchwork. We’re probably going to see more and more of it and I’m not sure we’re asking the right questions of it. How do we avoid it becoming just ‘aesthetic’ (in pop speak = empty), rather than a manner of process that informs continual work going forward and results in an un-replicable feeling, a new angle on reality (an….. aesthetic). How to stop it becoming something we all get bored of? Because, the only guarantee in fashion is boredom.

Patchwork collage

Miu was a solid offering – it maintains a certain quality, obvs – and is good in its own way according to its own logic as Miuccia’s offerings usually are. A vision of commerce, yes, but also a kaleidoscopic frozen moment of girlhood that wants to aid us in our navigation from then to there, the ‘there’ being an upcoming un-season (A/W/S/S?) and maybe a sense of maturity. Now, there’s no point in me complaining about low quality info from the establishment on their dealings then failing to engage thoroughly with work when it is delivered in detail on multiple fronts (written aspect, full campaign, video that I can’t find anymore but remember seeing unless it was a hallucination, and look book – many angles).

Embellished bodices/check check/white fuzzy tights/nice shiny heels/19th c take on afghan jacket very good/prairie psycho/much boring merch – (awkward stances suggest candid, ambivalent)

Miu look book Collage

Our press release ponders:

‘When was the last occasion you lived in an enclosed world, where time stretched out, seemingly endlessly, in front of you? When was the last time your interior world felt as important as the exterior one, where you were free to imagine and to contemplate who you might actually want to be? Chances are it was when you were a teenager, with all of the triumphs and trepidations that entailed, particularly if you were a teenage girl.’

Well, it sure sounds like it sucks to be a real adult who gave up on their dreams. When was the last time I felt free in my internal playground? Every day of my life, bitches. I’m your anomaly, Prada copy-writer. But, point taken. Work sucks when you’re doing it for other people, and we’ve all had times when you feel caught and pinched and empty in our creative attempts. And now, we’ve all been grounded by our stupid parents for the last few months. Stuck in our rooms. Some by choice, some not. And if we’re allowed out right now, the second spike is coming and we’re all depressed about the limits we have to live under in order to reduce advancing death.

‘A dream-like, interior world is conjured through Douglas Irvine’s photography to match the external, magical manifestation on display in the clothing. A blur of florals and glittering visual embellishment, diaphanous drape and ecstatic movement belie the strict foundations for both the images and garments.’

campaign collage

So far, so wordy and detailed. A world is glimpsed. One with blurs but strict foundations. A real world made hazy. We have classic codes walking in a trepidatious vein. Miu Miu girl is testing out the limits of her horizons, playing with her identity through her clothes and thinking to herself, how much do I want to give away? What will I keep? But the text continues:

‘Wearing a clothing collection that splices the utilitarian with the formal, the everyday with the extravagant, delicate artisanal embellishment is contrasted with and applied to a notion of the sturdily homespun. Here, nineteenth century literary heroines, both fictional and actual, are channelled, the sources of teenage-girl bedroom revolutions in both style and substance, yet worn by a new generation of everyday heroines with all of their contrasting clothing choices.’

We lose track here. Not sure this collection actually feels ‘artisanal’ or ‘sturdily homespun’. there’s the late 20-teens pop refrain of dark psychedelia’s fixation on moth-eaten fin de siècle grandness, the upending of 19th C avant-garde in the counter-culture’s looping democratisation. We have an eclecticism, a thriftiness, a carelessness with the past symptomatic of isolated children playing with a mish-mash of pieces born of hemmed-in theatrics.

3 MIU PICS

MORE – CAMPAIGN/POSES/FACES/DESCRIBE CLOTHES – here comes what night?. Colour, focus. Don’t really like the clothes, wouldn’t wear any of this tbh.

CAMPAIGN PICS coll

As for Marni’s Alice in Wonderland, I have languishing notes which seem as old and tired as the idea of 2019. I was practising twitter threadiness, and got as far as notes on Milan before the covid freeze set in my mind. I like mixed responses, it’s the only thing that feels fair, but with those Milan collections I couldn’t achieve any sort of resolution or clear point. I didn’t know how I felt anymore. I’m unresolved in how I feel about criticism. It should be functional, but not necessarily constructive, if I feel the need to tear something down, as a critic that is within my job description. I’ll write a proper bit on the perils of fashion criticism from a distance, but in short I feel that it’s unfair to criticise a designer’s work from afar, especially negatively, but that until the fashion community realises the value of a public culture of critique (criticism being the only process by which you can hope to form an art system), real critics engaged with honestly parsing the strengths and weaknesses of fashion practice in service of public health will have to criticise from afar. This will impact the quality of the work, but it is hoped the audience can accept the pinch of salt required of virtual critique of a virtual fashion experience. The subject of the criticism here isn’t the clothes. I’m not asking questions of fit, of quality, I’m asking whether this is good fashion communication, as a time-dependent media phenomenon. And, yes, I know I’m late on this one. Temporal fashion stress must take a rain check at present.

Marni –

“collaged from the beginning to the end—from macro to micro to fractal. It’s about putting together remnants.”

cut velvet woven by hand in a factory in Venice on looms that were originally designed by Leonardo da Vinci—a vanishing, time-consuming craft that Risso understandably wants to “protect and exalt.”

“Are we in a psychedelic world and we need to be more grounded, or are we in a caged world and we need to be freed by psychedelia?”

THREE MARNI

risso Quotes:

“Finding beauty in the leftovers,”

“There’s a beauty in the past. I was kind of upset lately, thinking about people on their phones -- what about these objects that take hours to make, like these Venetian tapestries?”. mosaic of the remnants.

new, conceptual territory,

remnants of the previous collections

“It’s a celebration of DIY, Alice in Wonderland, and it’s about her spirit, her searching and questioning,”

the Cheshire Cat’s “We’re all mad here” mantra, as he talked about mandalas and allowing time for ideas to grow.

“Her spirit is within each creature, always wondering and questioning,”

“Making this collection has been the strangest mystery,” he confided. “It’s almost as if it regenerated itself – recreated itself – like an insatiable mosaic.”

THREE MARNI

At their best they’re the insatiable fractal mosaic he speaks of – something that situates you betwixt density and freedom. Was patchy – moments of clarity, moments of aimlesslness.. Appreciate the fashion-as-curious-adventure methodology. Ties and openness and rotation were true to Marni.. Materials – twisted tradition meeting rational plain cottons hit the mark. Gold rings, like they’ve melted through from another dimension. They were scattered over the body, but I was left wanting to know more of this motif – what if it become structural, like a portal to another plane? Patchwork that doesn’t feel done in good faith. Like a trick. None of these shapes are done in the spirit of patchwork, like the wrong kind of luxury. Too much care is given to appearing careless, but a reach for dizzying angles in effect sidelines affect – it feels tidily resolved, and then mussed around at the end. I’m probably wrong on many fronts about the reality of their process. But what I’m feeling right now is that if all you’re aiming for is the ‘look’ of patched pieces rather that the ‘ethic’ or process of thrift, then you’ll just get trapped in an endless empty labyrinth of false choices. It’s not about the look, it’s about shiftinG your total parameters of design decision making going forward. Additive.

I’m still figuring out how I feel about this. Both these collections suffer from a neat, pat resolution of the question of the deadstock aesthetic that avoids the hard work of engaging with the limitations of that mode of work. Where is the tension? Where is the sacrifice? The loss of freedom in thrift must be acknowledged. If you’re telling me a story about a lost girl in a crazy world that makes no sense, why do her questions of her physical environment feel so impersonal? Many designers are going to turn to patchworking, out of both necessity and fashion gameplaying. Each designer is going have to work their way to an individual conversation with the difficult questions of recycling while avoiding the traps of the easy way out. Both teams failed at this test, in these collections. Sustainability isn’t easy, or anywhere close to being properly engaged with by our establishment figures. (Viktor & Rolf are a good example of recycling feeling right and thought about and cared for).

Viktor&Rolf samples

I’m reading Lolita at the moment. (CAN YOU TELL?) I’m not a good reader. (CAN YOU TELL?) A.D.D., I guess. I get bored and drift off to fantasyland. But here’s a stab at some fancypants analysis: The far-off subject, Lolita herself, is overlooked by the narrator’s masturbatory myopia. Her exploration of her own girlhood/womanhood is reduced and flattened by her abuser who needs her to be something else, something thing-y. A two-dimensional being. The tension between predation and autonomy, her wounded rebellion and navigation of self are so distant in the book you can’t help but want to reach out to her, through her abuser’s hideous twisted lens. Humbert’s POV colours everything, Lolita isn’t permitted her own take, everything she does is ridiculous and gazed down upon, he feels he’s permitted to just take her, to prioritise his own long-abated lust without thought of the consequences to her sense of self.

This vibe I’m analysing here, the bruised and fuzzy self-discovery of Miu Miu and the lost-play of Marni, kind of feels like it hasn’t really shrugged off the top-down, hidden, extractive gaze of the cornered, self-pitying male power player. Maybe the viewer is Humbert. Maybe I’m Humbert. Maybe you’re Lolita. Maybe vice versa. But he’s there, in the corner, or taking the picture. Someone’s always taking it in, and jealously building a crypto-fantasy version of the girl, even as our self-birthing adolescent is feeling towards a way to fight it off.

campaign

Spring 2020 was a fucking twisted, disorienting, stretched moment. Tough times for fashion practitioners, not just in terms of lost profits or mob moralising (pppeoppllle arree dyyinnnngggg howww daree you talkkkk aboutttt fashioonnnn) but in the nuts and bolts of fashion practice – if the role of the fashion designer is to collaborate with their wearers in plotting a path to the future, when a world-re-orienting catastrophe occurs, it rapidly recontextualises their attempts at constructing a scaffold around the unknown. The idea that the future can be planned for and known through schedules and aesthetic anticipation gets rumbled. The foundation of that building site got a bit cracked during this Spring’s quake. Mapped onto ongoing structural issues in, what I guess in this analogy is a renovation of our historic temporal orientation casino, basically fashion collapsed in its usual confidence along with the economy (economics being fashion with numbers and no fun so it’s respectably masc. vom). Who knows who’s going to go out of business. There may not be a Miu Miu or a Marni or whoever in the future. Names we take for granted are just going to die. That’s a loss for the art aspect. Cus these guys are creative, mad geniuses who deserve a healthy context for their vision. (OTOH: die, fashion industry, die! I dance in the glow of the flames of your destruction with gleeee). These two collections actually speak to me across the span of the last six months, which takes some doing. They succeeded in the criteria that we should actually apply to fashion practice: satnav for the social soul. As sense of protection from the twists of time. A hand to hold. Someone to talk to. And time is super twisty rn. Good job holding on as we fall through the looking glass, random Italians! Now, to work.

COLLAGE

Colours – piecework – slippery glistening rainbow lensflares – Marni, FR places himself as an agent of chaos, someone with a hidden explanation refusing to submit to logic and set ways, a spanner in the works of Alice’s complacency.

Patchwork, rhizomatic? (????, what is that. Idk, just sounds funnnn), no beginning and end, things relating to one another in disjointed, flexible ways. FR gives is little hints at the instability that patching offers, the early looks in Miu are far too comfortable. In the cut, sheets are formed out of set shapes – traditional, in the spirit of that half-remembered literary heroine – but neat, very very neat. Happy patchwork . Not patchwork that’ll prompt you to any alternative engagement with your world. FR is poking holes, even burning them out with molten gold, playing with the limits of ‘traditional’ or easily molded pieces. There’s skirts that feature block pieces - an armhole, a curve that any dressmaker will recognise, but set elsewhere, surrounded by other pieces so that the shaping becomes as redundant as Alice’s desperate attempts to right her upside down world. That ordered, shaping impulse is pawed at in the Marni work, but indulged in by Miu Miu. Our Miu Miu heroine feels more like an only slightly misunderstood brat, but Marni’s Alice is strung out and barely even human anymore. I’m disappointed in both approaches, but Marni, as the radically abstract collection that’s pushing concept on us, is the one that actually fails in its aims. Mrs Prada & Co are aware of the limits of commercial offerings. They’re happy to speak when permitted, in the lulls between commerce. It’s pragmatic and unadventurous, romantic within set bounds. It’s a walk in the park, where Marni is a clumsy trip through an open manhole cover.

COLLAGE

I said at the beginning of this that if we’re only going to see more patchwork as a process we actually have to grapple with it, and there’s a risk at this point in fashion that the fashion people (c’est moi aussi, mfs) are going to go ‘oh, been there, done that, on to the next thing’ without ever actually engaging with it as a means of creating fashion. What does (BRANDNAME) recycling look like, what makes it (BRANDNAME) in a way that become part of a lexicon long term rather than another sticky-plaster? Patchworking is many things, but what are its fundamentals? It’s a way of forming textile surfaces that accepts that which is available. It’s humble and more concerned with ethics than end result. The small squares/triangles in traditional American quilting are ways to systematically optimise waste pieces and merge them with other pieces. This in its own turn creates more micro-waste, perhaps to be used as stuffing, but forcing scraps into legible grids is very strict and imperial, the grid being an easy way of organising a surface from above. Grids and precise geometries are more like things overlaid, not bubbling up from beneath. They’re simple and readily comprehensible. There’s other forms of merging irregular pieces: think of rag-rug like textiles, crocheting with strips, or applique. Certain aesthetic choices can be made when you’re actually working with the idea of recycling waste material, rather than looking for an end-result before you even started. A cut piece has an end but with patchwork it can become endless. There’s kind of something anti-hierarchical about it. Waste pieces formed out of negative space can relate to each other not in the sense of ‘this looks pretty’ but more in the sense of ‘spontaneity rules’.

I’m realllly self-consciousness about existing in the purgatory between between fashion and theory. Theory thinking of itself as ‘too serious’ for fashion and fashion of itself ‘too fun’ for complex discussion (sidebar: can we stop talking about showstudio as if it is in any way innovative? I can’t watch those videos. I have classic fashion goldfishitis. Where is my colour and jazziness and silly nonsense. Why tf do fashion people think ‘oh, critique! must be unfashion. Must sit in room being boring with no cuts or editing. Here, watch a fucking zoom call, fuck your need for beauty.’ The motherfuckers are working against us. Hate, Hate, Hate, you fucking jerks). So, my difficulty lies in how to dodge the hierarchical perception of theorising, people assuming you’re talking down rather than across, when they’re often dyslexic or disinterested in this kind of stuff because they’ve been taught to think it’s ‘beyond’ them or it’s just some bullshit they’ve found boring/embarrassing/trauamatizing. There’s nothing wrong with finding something boring when it’s engaging in elitist and hierarchical perceptions of ‘intellctualismsm’ or ‘quality’. There’s so much work to do, so much rubble to excavate. I’m not writing about Deleuze & Guattari’s analyses of patchwork for a reason here: I haven’t read them. I attempted A Thousand Plateaus in undergrad, gave up, and since then have really struggled with this feeling of being caught between modes of being - visual/verbal/temporal. Fashion zonked, theory enraged. I have a deep respect for the communicative power of dress and fashion media, paired with immense frustration at the slight engagement with complexity in the culture. Theorizing can be colourful, can be fun, can be bright. Fashion doesn’t need to abandon these wonderful things in order to have some self-respect. In fact, its self-respect will only be assured when it learns to push forward towards aggravating, complex dialectics in its own styles of discourse that fashion people actually want to engage with. I expect at some point within the next decade I’ll find a way to develop my self-confidence in reading beyond wikipedia and want to return properly to the topic of quilting and patchwork in relation to rhizomes and abstract post-structural philosophy, but I’m not there yet. Maybe there’s nothing there in D&G, just hot air, or maybe fashion isn’t worthy of theorising. Both suck in various ways. I’m not confident enough in the theory realm to interact with any self-assurance in a way that computes in both worlds. I’m only just learning to piece myself back together after trying to work within fashion’s established methods and failing. I’m here slowly feeling my way towards engaging properly as a dedicated reader and a dedicated fashion practitioner. But the responsibility to push forward and make fashion practice sufficiently rigorous, self-reflexive, critical and engaged with other fields while playing to its own strengths as discipline that actually brings something to the table, without the solidarity of peers engaged in the same questions, it gets a bit disorienting sometimes.

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