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papirouge · 1 year

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I’m watching a video on balenciaga and a comment I read brought up a spiritual ritual for Baal that involves sacrifice which can be public humiliation. Would this be considered one? If they sacrifice their image public ally they gain something in return

Yeah Ba'al (also named Moloch) was basically the God to whom women worshipper were supposed to sacrifice their newborn in return for physical success and wealth

Ritual humiliation is dedicated to pawns. It's very frequently in the entertainment industry, when celebrities who had a pretty stellar run start behaving very weird and all over the place. IDK if their handler purposely let their programming fizzle out, or programmed them to precisely act so bizarre, but there's definitely some occult aspect to it. Victims of ritual SA said their abusers get off humiliating them (notably by r*ping them in public during group s*x at a very young age - which is also a way to reach their dissociation out of the trauma)

The most famous example of public humiliation rituals are Britney Spears, Katy Perry, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift at some extend (Kanye "stealing" her Emmy stunt), and currently Doja the Cat who's all over the place.

VC article is excellent documenting the weird symbolically charged birthday party she held for her 27th anniversary

For Balenciaga though it seems like we're on the opposite of the spectrum : those who enjoy shoving their perversion onto others. Like those people who like flashing their private parts in public or those who get off at the idea of having sex in public/places they might get caught.

Another anon inquired me a few days ago about Balenciaga and I said I do not believe for one second the higher ups have any remorse about that infamous shooting. Fashion creatives & Hype beasts are some of the most twisted people ever. Because fashion is an industry built on the most superficial & destructive fleshly values (youth, money, sex, narcissism, vapidness). The Instagram of the Creative Director of the brand was cursed. It was full of pictures of abused or sexualized children - I don't think she sees anything wrong with kids in BDSM outfits. Take a look at Demna's Instagram : all of the comments are like "we'll always support you!!" "you don't have to say sorry!!” ..... those people don't care 🥴

And let's face it, the people mad at Balenciaga are not those buying their products, so I don't think this bad buzz will remotely affect them commercially. But it's true their image took a hit. Cristóbal Balenciaga is definitely rolling in his grave bc of this mess Dude was from a modest upbringing who by his talent as a tailor made his way through dressing the most famous actresses & celebrities of his generation. But he was also a snob who would literally lose his mind at the freakshow his name brand has become.

#I'm 10000% positive he would've LOATHED all the corny hype beast drolling over Demna Balenciaga #he was very concerned about keeping the prestige of Balenciaga by this brand being worn by the 'right' people 👀#and they damn sure ain't lmao #answered #fashion industry #papi conspiracy

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mariaustinova · 1 year

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PRESTIGE

#prestige #identity #branding #logo #graphic design #collage #art

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firefly-fez · 1 year

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hank and john i love u, ur doing amazing sweetie but do u have any idea how hard it is to sound professional and respectable when im emailing charities about the p4a. i am trying so hard to make this sound like a lucrative promitional opportunity and then i have to say ‘worldsuck’ with a straight face. like its a great term and it captures the impossible persistent reality of suffering and injustice like no other but. buddy. it dont exactly have a professional flair. i am trying to establish myself as a humanitarian advocate and honestly nerdfighteria is, like, a genuinely good foundation for that kind of advocacy and volunteerism but it’s a little like i am trying to build on an admittedly very sturdy steel frame that also happens to have a million little smiley face stickers all over it. like. this isn’t technically impeding me but i am concerned im going to raise some eyebrows.

#look maybe theres a lesson in this for me to be honest #after all those years of trying to be the prefect student the perfect girl to set myself up for good things in life #the thing that actually helped me get a leg up in the direction i truly wanted to go #was not in fact the hoity toity private school culture obsessed with reputation and prestige #but a couple of heartfelt and earnest nerds with known to cover their faves in sharpie #it makes sense doesnt it?#i was a sponsor to a girl in poverty and we were penpals and great friends #and i promised myself a long time ago whatever i make of my education would be to benefit kids like her #i want to make good on that promise but i have no idea how #so for a while there i bought into the idea that i should be impressive and successful and have resources and opportunities and good grades #and be their perfect student and all but eventually #eventually i fell from grace by becoming a little more like my friend than my prestige obsessed culture is comfortable with #and i realised i had turned myself into a perfect piece of propaganda for them to wave around as an example of why you should give em money #but at my least successful i was more has more understanding more nuance and more insight into the trials of my friend and ppl like her #i should have realised it would have me branded as a class traitor that i would never learn it from the School of Prestige #i wanted to be a student and you wanted me to be impressive #you cant exploit my intellect for your propaganda anymore i will not use it for you #i will not paint over curiosity or compassion or enthusiasm any more #i am free of you / i will take all the riches you gave me / and betray you by making no profit #but give freely and generously to those you kept out of your golden gates #you thought they werent good enough for you but there is wealth that you will never know in their hearts that you cannot see #because you only think of wealth as someting you can possess #there are riches in this world beyond your pocket; false prophet #i know now that i have sold too much of myself to you #i know now that if i continue in my plight to be good enough i am drawing a line between myself and the disadvantaged #dishonour them to exhalt myself and feed them the lie that human worth is earnt won and proven by feats purposefully impossible for most #my people love to brag about being the ‘land of opportunity’ but leave out the years they spent stealing; cheating; killing; plundering #that made ‘opportunity’ impossible everywhere else #now they have the gall to applaud themselves for success and lie about winning fair and square #gaslighting to forget all the world’s history and they almost had me fooled

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onlineprestige · 23 days

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At Online Prestige Management, we take a data-driven approach to creative digital marketing, leveraging analytics and insights to optimize campaigns and maximize ROI.

#Creative Digital Marketing #creative branding agencies #Online Prestige Management

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daydram · 1 month

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now in what world is a cardigan worth €4000

#at that point you have too much money to spend #and are paying for the prestige of a brand #in other words you’re a fool

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itstimeforamelody · 2 months

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Willow Smith Named Face of the New Woman, Alien Goddess

Beauty Culture: Part 3Brand Spotlight: Mugler Tune in Wednesdays and Fridays at 10:00 AM CST When it comes to making bold moves in the world of fashion and beauty, Mugler never fails to surprise and captivate. In its latest masterstroke, the iconic brand has named Willow Smith as the face of their new fragrance, aptly named “Woman, Alien Goddess.” This groundbreaking collaboration brings…

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#Alien #Alien Goddess #Alien Goddess Eau de Parfum #Beauty #Beauty Culture #Brand Spotlight #Fragrance #Luxury #Mugler #New Woman #New Woman Alien Goddess #Prestige #Willow Smith

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aurelion-solar · 4 days

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New Empyrean Skins on PBE: Varus (legendary), Kayle, Prestige Kayle, Akali, Nocturne, Brand & Malzahar

#varus #kayle #akali #nocturne #brand #malzahar #league of legends #league of legends skins #empyrean varus #empyrean kayle #prestige empyrean kayle #empyrean akali #empyrean nocturne #empyrean brand #empyrean malzahar #league of legends pbe #league of legends video #video #official

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webawards-com · 8 months

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"To refuse awards is another way of accepting them with more noise than is normal." (Mark Twain)

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prestigeplywood · 2 months

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Best plywood in kerala

Prestige Plywoods (Pvt) Ltd.

Manufacturers of Prestige Plywood, Block Boards, Finger Jointed Solid Wood & Flush Doors. “Prestige” is an ideal product where strength, toughness, durability, dimensional stability, and elegance are assembled hand-in-hand. “Prestige” products are certified by Indian Standard Institute (ISI) and are an (ISO) 9001-2008 company. “Prestige” is one of the well-known quality manufacturers of plywood, boards, and door products in the country today. It has positioned itself in the premium segment of the wood panel industry and is well known amongst architects, interior designers, and carpenters for more than a decade. We have created a niche in the industry for ourselves by providing quality products with our modern woodworking machinery and advanced technologies.

#https://prestigeply.com/#Best plywood in kerala #TOP PLYWOOD BRANDS IN INDIA #Prestige plywood kannur #TOP PLYWOOD BRANDS IN KERALA #BEST PLYWOOD IN INDIA #Best marine plywood in kerala #Best marine plywood #Termite proof plywood #Borer proof plywood

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taraxacum-vulpes · 8 months

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god i hate modern fashion

#IT'S BAD !!!! I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!#i also love it #but i hate it #i hate brand name $1200 purses that are barely usable i hate haute coture #i hate the big red boots i hate fashion influencers #(<- suffering with the knowledge that fashion will always be tied to prestige and no matter how dumb it looks the people at the top stay #at the top)#do i make sense #dressing unpalatable but in the opposite way of punk. directly for major brands to profit.

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prestiagebathing · 1 year

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Top Prestige Bathroom Fittings Brands in India: Online Buying Guide

If you're looking for the best bathroom fittings in India, look no further! This guide will introduce you to the top prestige bathroom brands that offer high-quality fittings for your home. From faucets to showerheads and everything in between, we have curated a list of the best online bathroom fittings that offer a perfect blend of functionality and style. Whether you're renovating your bathroom or building a new home, our guide will help you choose the perfect bathroom fittings that match your preferences and budget. So, let's dive in and explore the world of top bathroom fittings brands in India!

#best bathroom fittings #bathroom fittings india #prestige bathroom brands #online bathroom fittings

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etheries1015 · 2 months

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Fem!MC X platonic Twst - missing the "girly" things.

General warnings: Fem reader, very Self-indulgent. If you don't relate, please keep scrolling along <3 not very proofread. No pronouns are used, but the concept of "girliness" and "girlhood" is very strong.

The boys have noticed their prefect act a bit different lately...a cloud of loneliness hovered over your head. As the only girl of Night Raven College, it was incredibly easy to feel left out and miss the things you were once interested in back in your world. You held a strong façade of prestige and uncaringness, but what happens when that mask begins to crack? How will the boys of NRC put your woes at rest? ...with a wonderful slumber party, of course!

First coming to Twisted Wonderland, not many could tell you were well-versed (Or at the very least, incredibly interested) in clothing, face Care, and jewelry. Although your personality screamed more or less "Gremlin" at times, and were a "well-known and respected honor student" all the same- you had a rather "girly" side to yourself.

However, you had limited options on having a non-existent budget, but a few of the students took notice of the longing in your eyes whenever you passed by something you desired to have back in your life. The cute earrings, the pretty dresses and skirts, the headbands...a mix of classy and modern, things of that nature.

The first time you were able to get your hands on a half way decent outfit that suited your tastes and you wore it out, others stared in shock. You were still the cheery and "weird" gremlin prefect that had crude humor and silly dance moves, yet something about seeing you in such...frills and 'flamboyance' was not what they were expecting. It suited you, though.

You soon found yourself being handed such outfits. Vil had taken it upon himself to gift you expensive brand outfits that he saw your eye when walking around town, Malleus gifting you a few outfits from Briar Valley that he felt would suit your tastes, Kalim gifting you the cutest earrings he had ever seen (little fruit charms, bows, all sorts of colors and unique charms). Even Riddle introduced you to tea cups that fit your aesthetic to decorate your kitchen with!

Though, the more they saw this side of you, an influx of confessions also came in toe. You were revered as the only female in school (who also managed to stay at the top of the score board, despite your magicless disposition). This came with the struggle of being pursued, more so after they could see just how cute you could dress yourself up.

Despite all these new changes, you felt a tinge of... sadness. You were happy that they were all willing to accept you with open arms and indulge in your desires such as gifting you the cutest of plushies, clothes, jewelry, decor... that didn't stop you from missing fun slumber parties, girl talk with friends, giggling about your love lives, sharing clothes and doing each others makeup and painting nails. You confided all of this to the number one group you could have possibly spoke to about these issues of yours.

the pop music club.

A knock came upon the door at odd hours of the night, upon opening it in your nightgown, you revealed quite a sight. Cater, Kalim, and Lilia along with a few other choice students were all in gorgeous nightgowns, their hair done up, holding blankets and pillows with hands full of bags of what you could tell were snacks, makeup, nail polish, and other slumber party commodities. With a bright smile on your face and a giddy giggle, you let them in gushing about their cute appearances. You all lay out the blankets and pillows in front of the TV in the lounge (kindly gifted to you by Idia) and pulled out the snacks and lay them out for everyone to grab at in their leisure.

"We aren't girls," Lilia pointed out, "But at the very least we can enjoy the things you mentioned before! Oh how I love a good love story, shall we share our love lives?"

"We can do that while we put on these face masks! Look, this one is a panda!" Kalim exclaimed, holding up a large bag of face masks and other types of...random things he thought would suit the party. (He pulled out one of those toe dividers for nail polish, he had no clue what it was but Jamil told him he would need it for later.)

"Oh, I brought you this super cute and frilly nightgown (y/n), Trey said one of his sisters didn't wear it anymore and he thought it would look good on you. Go! Try it on, Then we can take a BUNCH of magicam photos. Don't we look like pretty dolls?!" Cater gushed, handing you the night gown. You took it with grace and skipped away to your room, giddy and unable to hold back your excitement.

It wasn't long for more guests to arrive in frilly pajamas and cutesy hair accessories. A string of familiar faces entered, and you soon found yourself braiding the hair of Leona, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Silver...You were shocked to see even Epel made an appearance simply to make you happy.

"I learned how to braid a little bit," Silver smiled gently at you, "And a few other hairstyles. I would be happy to try them on you," He said. You looked at Silvers' perfectly French braided hair and makeup that made him look nothing less than an angel, you nodding in immediate trust. You soon had hair that was done so elegantly, adorned with flowers and gems.

"Let's be clear, I ain't a girl!...but.." Epel blushed, "I-if it'll make you happy...i'll let ya braid my hair. Just this once!"

Floyd and Jade even came along with their faces caked with makeup and the most flamboyant nightgowns you have ever seen, laughing away at their silliness.

"Look Floyd," Jade pointed at your makeup which was lightly placed on by his hand, "I told you these colors perfectly suits (y/n)'s skin." Floyd boo'd and insisted to take off the colors Jade had chosen, holding out the most...vibrant and interesting color palate to exist. You only laughed and backed away, shaking your head and begging floyd to leave your precious face alone.

They truly indulged in everything you had missed out on, even if they weren't your "girlfriends," they were so adamantly ready to try, simply to see you smile once more.

It was a night of snacks, makeup, nail painting, chick flicks, karaoke, gossiping, and frilly fun. You truly underestimated just how much the boys took a liking to you and wished to ease your worries and make you feel a little more at home, and you couldn't have asked for better friends than them.

#twst #twst headcannons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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rafeandonlyrafe · 3 months

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warnings: 18+ only, brief smut, p in v sex, model!reader (a bit of influencer too but primarily a model), soft rafe, marriage, pregnancy

“so thats your new girl?” topper asks, eyes on you as you twirl to the music, long legs on show in the simple black dress.

“yeah, shes here for a month on vacation.” rafes also looking at you, unable to let his gaze stray, in case a man comes up and attempts to dance with you. you may not be an official item yet, considering you only met a couple days ago, but rafe is determined to spend the entire month that you’re here with you, and not let any other men pull your focus away.

“she looks so familiar.” the voice rings out before rafe even realizes that there's other people now sat in the circle of chairs and couches, too wrapped up in you.

the girl, who rafe recognizes from high school, begins to tap on her phone. “wait, shes a model.” “yeah, she told me.” rafe shrugs it off. he could have guessed your profession anyways, with how naturally stunning you are, and your height almost rivaling his, only a few inches shorter.

“no, like really famous model.” the girl turns her phone towards rafe, and he hates having to drag his eyes away from you to look at the screen, pulled open to a google search of your name.

“holy shit!” topper says for rafe, taking the phone from the girl as he clicks the first link to open up your instagram. “she has 20 MILLION followers, rafe.”

rafe glances from the phone to you as you turn to smile at him, still dancing to the music, glad to be free of all the attention and camera flashes. its why you chose the outer banks in the first place, somewhere more tucked away to take a month away from the spotlight.

“why are you so surprised, look at her.” rafe states before standing up, tired of letting you dance alone as he joins you on the makeshift dance floor, his hands coming to your waist as you give him a dazzling smile.

-- two years later --

camera lights flash and shouts ring out, but rafe is used to it now.

he smiles and waves, shocked that anyone would care about him, a nobody from north carolina, his only claim to fame is being your boyfriend, for a little over two years now.

rafe walks inside, having enough of the screaming and crowds as he takes in the area, chairs set up along a runway, a large prada sign on the white wall. your prestige has only grown since rafe began to date you, despite coming back to the outer banks several times to take a break and visit him. since rafe began to travel with you, you’ve gone from paris to milan to new york to london, gracing the covers of magazines and walking runways.

he tries to attend every show, taking on a pseudo-management role himself. your favorite part is dressing rafe in the mornings, having received clothing from so many brands, both mens and womens fit. rafe lets you choose, knowing you have the eye for fashion, and he loves to see how happy you get when he wears your outfit.

rafe walks through the seats until he finds the one with his name on it, front row. he sits down, scrolling on his phone as people begin to file in until the room is packed full.

he waits as the show begins, models walking down the runway. they don’t shine to him, not like you do when you step out, your face blank in the typical model expression as you strut down the runway, dressed in all denim with a pair of chunky sunglasses on your nose.

rafe is in awe every time he sees you work, whether its watching your fluid poses during a photoshoot or your long legs stomping down a runway.

he waits with bated breath for your second outfit, changing into a slouchy menswear-esque ensemble, only pulled in at your waist as the fabric swishes around your ankles.

he claps when everyone steps out for the final walk, but he doesn’t cheer for the designer, even if it is prada, as he makes eye contact with you, only ever a brief glance while you're walking the runway, knowing if you look for too long you will become entranced with his handsomeness.

rafe waits for you after the show along with some of the other family members or partners of the models, long after all the celebrities have gone, either to an afterparty or on to a different show.

“hey baby.” rafe smiles when you step out, hair still slicked up in a ponytail, face caked with makeup, but now in a pair of loose jeans and a plain white crop top.

“hi handsome.” you coo, pressing your lips against rafes. “did you like the show?” “i liked you in the show.” rafe says pointedly, making you blush. “are we going to the afterparty?” “nah.” you shake your head. “i have that carolina herrera show in the morning, and i want to spend some time with you.”

“i’ll never argue against spending alone time with you.” rafe says, slotting his arm around your waist as you exit the building, surprised when photographers are still waiting outside. you wave briefly before rushing towards the car, knowing the picture of you and rafe are bound to be spread all over instagram and pinterest before you even make it back to your hotel room.

“rafe, i’ve got a question.” you hum, stepping out onto the balcony, eyes looking to the ocean. you’re on a paid for vacation by a makeup brand, simply wanting a couple instagram story posts using their products in a get ready with me. you are supposed to be relaxing the rest of the time, but you crept onto your phone to read the latest email from your agent.

“what is it babe?” rafe asks as he pulls you down onto his lap, scantily dressed in only his swimsuit, not that you have worn much other than a bikini this whole trip.

“what would you think about me doing a lingerie photoshoot?” you haven’t accepted any jobs that would call for you to show off a lot of skin or be paired with a male model since you started dating rafe, lucky to be in a place to reject jobs.

“who is it for?” rafe asks.

“calvin klein. i wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t them.” you admit. you find their style of black and white classic photos far more tasteful than traditional lingerie pictures.

“as long as i can be there during the shoot.” rafe says. he’s taken the role of your advocate and protector during photoshoots, easily able to read your face and speak up for you if needed, considering sometimes the models voice gets drowned out.

“of course.” you nod.

“then absolutely.” rafe pulls you in closer to his body. “i need a new lockscreen anyways.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the laugh that bursts out of you as you turn towards the ocean, watching the waves roll onto the sand.

you step out behind the curtain, a tight fitting sports bra contrasting the loose jeans, slung open and zipper undone to show off your underwear as well as the calvin klein jeans.

you look over to rafe, who has his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as his eyes skate down your bare torso.

you most over to the white backdrop as the photographer begins to test the lighting, taking occasional snaps as things are adjusted.

the photoshoot is run just like any other and you’re finished faster than expected considering they’re solo shots and no change in location or background.

you keep the underwear and jeans on, simply throwing on a sweatshirt before getting into the taxi home with rafe, this time to your new york city apartment, having collected various homes and apartments around the world, depending on wherever you were doing business at the time. you consider the outer banks home though, returning every extended break with rafe.

“did you like the shoot?” you ask when you get home, rafe laying on bed while you tug the sweatshirt and jeans off, leaving you in just the calvin klein bra and panties.

“get over here.” rafe says, not caring about your question. he’s been desperate for you since you appeared from behind the curtain, not even trying to hide it as he watched the photoshoot, your eyes occasionally moving to him, giving him reassurance you were still good.

rafe makes you keep the underwear on, simply pulling it to the side once he’s got your back against the mattress to slide his cock deep inside of you. you push the sports bra up to let your breasts free, rafes palm instantly coming to cover your tit as he thrusts into you.

“i think you should do more shoots like that.” rafe says with a moan, cock pulsing inside of you.

“its nice to be back home.” you sigh, quickly applying some makeup, mostly just mascara and a glowy primer.

“agreed.” rafe kisses your shoulder, watching over your shoulder as you finish and then adjust your white dress, having decided to take a couple pictures on the beach for you to post as well as just enjoy a walk on the sand.

“alright, i’m ready.” you hum as you slip on your sandals. you lace your fingers with rafes before stepping out the back door. “you look handsome by the way.”

the suns golden light illuminates his skin. his outfit is simple, closer to what he wore before the fame. a simple white button down, loose fitting and you are sure would look delicious unbuttoned, showing off his muscles.

“thank you baby.” rafe presses a kiss to your cheek, leading you down the beach until you come across a picnic set up. you glance around before realizing its for you.

“oh my god, its just like our first date!” you gush, stepping away from rafe to look at the spread.

“before we eat, i have a question to ask you.” you turn around to realize that rafe is on one knee, a velvet jewelry box in his hand.

“oh, rafe.” you press your hand to your mouth, tears already coming to your eyes as he opens the box, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. “will you marry me?”

“how am i supposed to look good next to a literal model?” rafe asks as he looks towards the camera, looking almost nervous for once in his life.

“we’ve taken pictures together before rafe.” you roll your eyes, adjusting your wedding dress. it’s actually four weeks after your wedding, but you wanted to get professional photos done with your new husband and asked one of your photographer friends who was more than willing to let you into their studio if they could post some of the photos on their instagram and website.

“mirror selfies and shit, this is more serious.” rafe says as you tug him over to the backdrop.

“you look so handsome, babe. don’t worry.” you smooth your hands over his shoulders. “just think back to our wedding day, we took so many pictures then.”

“i was too distracted by how excited i was to marry you.” rafe says, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, the oscar de larenta dress you ended up deciding on being off the shoulder. it was a simple dress, but the closer you got you realized how intricate the lace detail is. “you look just like you did on our wedding day though, baby. the makeup artists did a great job.”

“just tanner.” you joke, having gone on your honeymoon already.

you look as the photographer begins to set up their lens, before you turn to whisper to rafe. “you can’t tell?” you question, pressing your hand to your stomach. you know there’s no way you’d already begin to show, considering your baby is no bigger than a seed, but that doesn’t stop you from getting worried about your pregnancy being discovered early.

“not at all.” rafe shakes his head, but can’t hide the smirk that comes to his face, knowing your tummy will soon swell with his child, having made sure of it many times on the honeymoon.

“i was thinking about how we could announce the baby.” you tell rafe as you pad into the kitchen. he’s still making the decaf coffee you were absolutely craving, more syrup and milk than coffee.

“how?” he hums, glancing over at you as you lean against the counter, rubbing your stomach, bump now obvious as you’re over 6 months along. you have managed to keep it a secret so far, saying you were taking a break from modeling to focus on your new marriage. there is of course a lot of speculation that you are pregnant, but it is to be expected.

“calvin klein shoot. like before, except i’ve got a big ol’ bump.” you laugh as rafe finishes you coffee off with some whip cream before sliding the mug to you. “and you can be in it too.”

rafe rolls his eyes as you giggle. “come on! the girls love you, you’re so handsome.”

“i’m not a model.” rafe argues back, but he already knows he’s going to agree, he’d do anything for you, his pregnant wife.

“yeah, but you’re hot like a model.” you shrug, taking a sip of coffee.

“i think this is just an excuse to get me shirtless and in underwear.” rafe laughs, pressing a kiss to your upper lip, cleaning off the whip cream that sat on your cupids bow.

“yeah, and what about it?”

“you know theres some hormone to make women forget the pain of birth?” you hum to rafe, keeping your voice soft. “because if you remembered then no one would never do it again.”

“really?” rafe whispers, his voice also hushed as to not wake the sleeping newborn cuddled up in his arms, wrapped in a soft hospital banket.

“yeah.” you nod. “but i don’t wanna forget a moment of this.”

“im sure you wont baby.” rafe kisses your head as your tiny daughter squirms in his arms, letting out a yawn in her slumber. “i suppose i need to use a different name for you now that we’ve got an actual baby.”

you giggle, resting your head against rafes shoulder as you look down on your perfect little girl, already an adorable mixture of you and rafe.

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