#my favorite is when she says ‘I don’t wear makeup I like to be natural’

[dreamgrlarchive]

Nicki Minaj’s The Pinkprint Era (+No Frauds)

#PrettyHeiressDiaries: Eras Edition 🎀

this is my first #PrettyHeiressDiaries post. as i’ve previously stated, this series is going to be me diving into my fav muses and celebs and dissecting what i can take from these lovely ladies. this blog will focus on Nicki Minaj’s branding from 2014-2017 roughly. + a few Queen era looks.

The Pinkprint Era Style Elements:

the pinkprint was alter ego free, and a return to hiphop and r&b for nicki. meaning she was highly stripped of the campy pop rap star we had come to know. it was chic DOWN. think collector barbie vs the harajuku barbie. don’t mistake me though, onika was still very in touch with her cutesy girly side. there was a balance of sexy and chic with a few drops of cute. and this is why the pinkprint era is my absolute favorite, with her looks being a standard i follow for a lot of my looks.

nicki’s cute mirrors 🎀

nicki’s iconic black barbie insta selfies, wearing real hair or natural extensions(often textured ponytails and blowouts), minimal makeup and natural beats 🎀

lots of black and neutrals, statement purses (often times chanel) 🎀

nicki makes a return to the harajuku barbie aesthetic during the pinkprint tour 🎀 +

prissy pink looks i loved from this era 🎀

No Frauds Era Style Elements:

after the pinkprint era was dying down and nicki had become the victim of “the nicki hate train,” her style was still reminiscent of pinkprint. but i would say her branding shifted from the demure somewhat sweetheart to more of an unapologetically bad bitch. this is marked as the “no frauds era” (the time between pinkprint and queen)

glamorous gowns, grandiose blingy bodysuits and adornments, continuing from the pinkprint aesthetic, she’s still wearing natural glams and hairstyles 🎀 +

latex catsuits, lacey looks, pink as seen in the paper magazine cover and the motorsport video 🎀

literally queen couture (tiaras, headpieces, and maximalist furs), the subtle return of the barbie chain, 40 inch “you b*tches can’t even spell prague” naomi/cher hair 🎀

My Fav Queen Era Looks:

ex. tusa videoshoot, harpers bazaar vietnam cover, 2018 vma look, chun li cover art look, 2018 harpers bazaar look 🎀

So What Can We Learn?

Nicki’s style has never been anything short of ultra femme and makes it clear she’s not afraid to take up space and your attention.

As her branding and look shifts through these eras, it’s as if she’s becoming more aggressive with the her fashion to speak to the public.

During The Pinkprint Era, she said “Look, I can put the pink wigs and rainbow paint away and still capture attention while making quality work. Respect me.”

The No Frauds Era saw her evolve into a more flashy Nicki while taking hints of her past looks to say “I AM the greatest, you will NEVER top me, and I can remind you who I am.” Note the Barbie chain while also dressing like modern day royalty.

Nicki Minaj is a highly polarizing figure in pop culture but that should not stop us from acknowledging the cultural resets she’s delivered us in the fashion and beauty industry. When she said “I got all these girls wantin’ to be Barbie Dollz,” it wasn’t just a line, ITS TRUE. So many influential girls on instagram look like either Nicki, Kim K, or Madison Beer, just to name a few. The girls have taken a heavy note from the colored hair, bussdown middle part inches, bulky chains, all while trying to maintain an untouchable level of HYPERFEMININITY. An actual BLACK BARBIE.

-PrettyHeiressDiaries 🎀

credits: nathyyy and blessing mukosha via youtube, @thevirgodoll and @babyphat05’s breakdowns on femmes in the culture on the respective personal blogs.

#prettyheiressdiaries #nicki #my posts #some looks are places in a different time period purely for aesthetic reasons

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Crush On An Archer PT.4

Kate Bishop X f!reader

a/n: Honestly, I know I took forever to write this but I'm proud of myself for coming back and doing it haha. We all know how I can be when I fall off the writing wagon for a bit. Anyways, I think this part was pretty good! Let me know what you think! For those of you asking, there will probably be one to two more parts after this. Most likely one but we'll see if I change my mind. Happy writing!

Word count: 2250

Warnings: Not proofread, drinking

Waiting for 7pm too roll around felt like weeks. You tried watching tv, scrolling tiktok, literally anything to pass the time. You ended up settling on taking a nap to make time move quicker and so you’d have no problems this time staying up a little later. Your alarm goes off at 5:30 and you get up to get ready. You settled on some beige shorts with a black tshirt and a fitted cap to match the shorts. You threw on your chain and rings and hit yourself with a mist of your cologne before you were ready to head out. You had about 40 minutes until 7 when all of a sudden your phone went off. 

“Hey any chance you could come to mine for 7 instead? I ended up having to host the pre game. Sorry about the inconvenience.” Kate said in a text. 

“Sure omw in 10.”

Kate dropped you a pin with her location as a reminder of where she lived and you started to head over. 

Despite the constant texting and good amount of time spent together so far, you couldn’t help but be nervous. You don’t drink often and when you do secrets spill so who knows how this is going to go. You send her a text saying you’re close and as you walk up the steps to her front door the door swings open and there’s Kate with open arms and clearly already tipsy. 

“Y/N!!!!!” She says as her arms wrap around you and her body weight almost completely falls onto you. You’re practically holding her up until she finds her footing. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was down, she was wearing this beige tank top style shirt that was tight to her body with super high cut black shorts. You were practically drooling. 

“It is SO good to see you. Let’s get you a drink. We’re playing some games.”

You walked into her house and around the corner there were about 10 other girls some of them you recognized from the team some you didn’t. 

Kate quickly did a run down of who everyone was in the room for you while cracking a vodka soda for you and handing it off. 

“Do you know the rules of flip cup?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“Want to watch us play one round then join in?”

“Yeah absolutely.”

You sat there and watching a bunch of drunk girls playing flip cup but honestly your eyes were stuck on her. Fuck she was absolutely gorgeous. Her smile felt like it was lighting up the entire room. Every feature on her face was your favorite. Your heart was just melting looking at her and she had no idea. 

“Y/n??” You zone back in. 

“Yeah sorry?”

“You saw how to play. Think you’re ready to join now?”

“Yeah absolutely.”

You played a couple of different drinking games that Kate walked you through for about an hour and a half and had a pretty strong buzz going when one of the girls announced that the party you were going to go to got shut down. 

“Well it’s not too late, we could always just go to the bars instead?” Kate says. 

Everyone nodded in agreement, you were honestly a little relieved because house parties weren’t so much your thing. A bunch of the girls went to touch up their makeup while you waited by the door ready to go. Kate walked over to you and waited with you, of course she’s so naturally gorgeous that she wears practically no makeup. 

“I hope you’re having fun!! I know you don’t typically do this sort of stuff.” She says. 

“I am yeah I’m excited to go to the bar too.”

“Good.” She says with a soft smile as you two stay making eye contact in this dark entrance to the apartment. 

“C'mon you two let’s get going.” One of the girls says as she stumbled between the two of you bringing you back down to earth. 

Everyone was ready to go and you all started walking towards the strip of road with about 5 different clubs and bars on it. Luckily, Kate’s place wasn’t far at all from the area so it was only a short 8 minute walk. After IDs were checked you all headed in, the music was blaring, drunk people dancing, yes you absolutely felt over stimulated and were trying to keep your cool. 

Kate looks over at you and sees the concerned look on your face. She grabs your hand with hers and motions towards the bar with her head. “C’mon let’s go get a drink” is what you think came out of her mouth but it's practically too loud to tell. 

Kate orders the two of you a shot and a vodka cran each as the bartender makes eyes at her, you can feel her grip tighten. 

“Thank you!” you try to yell over the music as she hands you your drinks.

Kate winks at you as you cheers your shots, tap them on the table and throw them back.

“Let’s go dance!” She screams over the music. Her free hand grabs yours again and pulls you to the front of the dance floor right in front of the DJ. The two of you bump into some of the girls you came here with who are so unbelievably plastered they had absolutely no shame in dancing any which way. You however felt shy, although there was copious amounts of liquor coursing through your body you were still sober enough to be nervous. That or the nerves were so bad they were sobering you up. You decide to down your other drink for courage and try your best at dancing. Kate was a natural, she went out with these girls all the time, they practically all had a dance routine created based only on their time drunk dancing in bars. Your second drink was starting to hit a little harder than expected so the nerves were settling and you felt like you could relax and have a little bit of fun. Was the room spinning? Yes. But it was spinning in the best way possible.

You and Kate were jumping around having an amazing time screaming the lyrics to whatever Taylor Swift song the DJ queued up (there were a LOT) when all of a sudden you saw all the emotion drop off her face. She got real quiet and started to stand a little behind you. You look at her confused as you follow her eyeline three people down to a guy who just walked up with his friends. Fuck.

“Kate? Everything okay?”

“no”

“What’s going on?”

“I just haven’t seen my ex since we broke up. I know it was inevitable with us living in the same town and going to the same school and everything but it still took me off guard.”

“Did you want to leave?”

“--fuck no. He doesn’t own the bar. I’m not going to ruin my night just because his dumb ass showed up.”

You see the guy she’s looking at make eye contact with Kate. Fuck is he walking over here?

Kate’s fingers are entangled in yours as she clutches onto your hand behind her back. 

“Hello ladies.”

ick.

“Why are you over here?”

“Woah Kate, no need to be so hostile. I just wanted to come say hi. Why don’t you introduce me to your little friend?”

You could see fire lighting behind Kate’s eyes. She quickly squeezed your hand twice and pulled you around in front to reveal your hands locked together.

“Girlfriend actually.” Kate says confidently as she releases your hand and puts her arm around your shoulders. Your arm naturally fell to her waist and your heart was beating a mile a minute as your hand gripped around her side. 

His eyebrows raise as the two of you hold each other. “Yeah…okay…sure.” He says. 

“I don’t know who you are but you’re making my girl very uncomfortable so I think it’s time you go.” You say with the most fake but hopefully believable confident tone. 

““Your girl” yeah?” he says with air quotes. 

You just raise your eyebrows in response. He scoffs, looks at the two of you back and forth and walks away. A huge sigh of relief comes out of your mouth as you watch him walk away. No way would that have been possible without the amount of liquid courage you downed just beforehand. You snap back into reality as you feel a kiss planted on your cheek. Your eyes widen and your face more beet red than it already was turns and looks at Kate. 

“You were GREAT thank you so much for playing along with me.”

You got a kiss on the cheek, holding hands, arm around her waist. Why did you feel so shitty? Why did it feel like your heart fell out of your ass to then get trampled on? 

You managed to crack a smile out as your eyes looked at Kate with lust and love and how all you wanted was for it to be true while she seemed obliviously happy that it was just you two again.

Her friends came back over to you guys after getting more drinks and Kate told them what just happened as you stood there still trying to process it all and how you felt. The rest of the night felt hazy, you tried to dance with Kate and her friends but fuck all you felt was out of it. That whole thing really fucked you and your night up and it never improved. 

You check your watch, “1:27am”

“Hey Kate, I think I’m going to go home, I’m feeling pretty tired.”

A frown comes across Kate’s face when you say you’re leaving. “Okay…but I’m walking you, I don’t want you walking alone at night.” She says. 

“No, it’s not a big deal, stay with your friends.”

“No y/n, I’m walking you home, you have no say in this.”

You let out a small chuckle and agree as Kate turns around and says bye to all her friends. 

The two of you push your way through the crowd and manage to make it outside and damn fresh air never felt so good. 

“So…how was your first night out experience?”

“I had a pretty good time, yeah.”

“So glad to hear it! I hope you come out with us again soon.”

“Yeah for sure.”

The two of you talked about all sorts of different stuff on your walk home, school, friends, archery, you had some laughs but for the most part you were still feeling really weird about everything that happened earlier and you weren’t doing a very good job at hiding it. 

“Thanks for walking me home…but now I’m worried about you walking home alone.” You say with a chuckle. 

“It’s okay, I can call an Uber.” Kate responds. “Uh…y/n..can we talk about something for a sec?”

“Yeah for sure what’s up?” Fuck. You can feel your heart racing again.

“Are we good?”

“Yeah of course, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, it’s just I felt like we were having a really good time and then after my ex came over and that whole thing you seemed really off the rest of the night.”

Fuck. What do you say? Do you tell her you have feelings for her? Do you shrug it off? One of those sounds a lot easier than the other.

“Yeah! No, yeah of course we are good. Yeah that whole thing was definitely weird but there was no issue.” You say with the fakest smile ever. At this point you were worried she could hear your heart racing.

“You know if there are ever any issues you can tell me right? Like if I crossed a line or something, just be honest.” She says as she takes a step closer to you. 

“Yeah of course. No issues here.”

“Okay good. Because I have really enjoyed getting to know you and I love the friendship that we have…”

Is she just saying that to make it abundantly clear that we are only friends and will only ever be friends?

“...or whatever else we have too.”

You felt a lump get caught in your throat as your eyes were making lingering contact. Heart thumping so loud you can feel it in your eardrums. Your eyes were scanning her face, fuck all you wanted to do was grab her face pull it in and kiss her. Your body is just full of adrenaline, it's practically shaking out of you when all of a sudden you tune back in. 

“Yeah, I love our friendship too.” You say with a big goofy smile and take a small step back from her. 

What the fuck was that?

Kate’s face was fighting back every emotion it was feeling. Struggle was painted across it. She clearly had something to confess that she practically did but you are such a big pussy that pushing her back and away was the only thing you could do. 

“I should um get some sleep.” You say. “Text me when you get home safe?”

“Sure– uh– yeah.” Kate says looking confused as you start backing up towards your door and walk through it. Back against the wall as your head tips back in frustration trying to figure out why the fuck you would do that. 

– End of PT. 4 –

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[darklcy]

☆ 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☆

this has been in the drafts for a long, long time and i haven’t posted aot in a while, so enjoy :) | also i feel like some of these may be ooc but this was fun to write! just keep in mind this is how i think they’d act in a modern setting, ofc minus the war & trauma

attack on titan masterlist

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

skips class to vape

smokes to thundercat & nirvana

flannels flannels flannels

naturally you steal them. acts coy when you do.

“you didn’t steal it, i just let you wear it and didn’t say anything when you went home with it.”

i feel like he’d be into meditating. idk why. like someone said he should do it so now he does a quick 5-min guided meditation every morning

showers with his chain on and gets green neck

doodles on his converse and yours

writes “hi :)” on your homework, journals, notes, etc during class

has a minecraft server w jean, connie and armin

claims he’s not scared of games like outlast or silent hill but everyone knows he’s lying

ends up hiding behind you in haunted houses

LOVES DRIVE THRUS/FAST FOOD. sonic & in n out specifically

toddler sense of humor, like finds things falling over funny (y’all remember the video of the piece of bread falling over-)

doesn’t know how to work pinterest

leans over people’s shoulders to look at their phones

tried getting his cartilage pierced but it got infected

has a few tattoos on his wrists and bicep

will bite you impulsively

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍

you mean my bf

so this boy DOES know how to work pinterest, and has so many boards

one of them is filled w future pets he wants & another one includes house ideas with you :3

is the best language learner and knows french, spanish, and german

can’t watch gory shows like squid game or the walking dead, but enjoys psychological horrors like black swan

has a billion playlists with like 6 songs each

your playlist is titled “lovey” bc i said so

has maybe one lobe piercing. but only one

he goes so hard to TV girl and mac demarco, but also loves singers like sza & jack stauber

LUVS SMOOTHIES

downloaded bumble only for the fun of it once but immediately deleted it when someone liked him

bounces his leg and picks his nails

best. skin. ever. has a good skin care regime

drives a silver toyota prius 

super into journaling & drawing :>

such a gentle bf, but lives for gossip

you text him, “you will NOT believe what i just heard.” and he drops everything he’s doing to respond

coffee dates!!!

you two have a stardew farm together with a dog and a bunch of chickens and cows

his favorite character is crobus

i love him very much

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

hardcore alison from breakfast club vibes

secretly into girl kpop groups

but loves hardcore women, like björk & poppy

definitely owns a lot of platform shoes: has like three pairs of demonias

shaves her brows to draw them on 

loves online shopping from aliexpress & etsy

into weird chunky jewelry!! has a necklace with a heavy cat pendant & a pair of eyeball earrings

loves to do your makeup! if you don’t wear a lot daily, she’ll do something for special outings like concerts or even for fun she’ll ask you to let her do it :3

has a tiktok specifically for ootds

favorite foods include spicy ramen, mediterranean meals & ice cream

i feel like she’d be in art class! she’d draw you random portraits or cute versions of you two to put in her scrapbook

oh yeah i also feel like she’d have a scrapbook!!! and keeps a lot of mementos from your dates/hangouts

when you come over, you, her and eren play mario kart

no doubt a spiritual girly: maybe not super into spells but has a tarot deck and a few oracle decks as well as a beautiful incense burner

you two go to goth clubs cuz yeah

her lipstick gets on you all the time

dressed up as lydia deetz one year for halloween

makes rings and necklaces and gives them to you, and she debates on opening an etsy shop

— hope you enjoyed!

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[stvolanis]

Pretty Stars

PT .1

PT .2???

PAIRINGS: Elvis Presley x Rival! Rockstar! OC

WARNINGS: EATING DISORDERS, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, EXPLOITATION, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, inaccurate time lines probably, this is more depressing than my other stories, age gap (OC is 19 and Elvis is 23), foul language, Elvis is an asshole but so is OC, typical rivalry things, enemies to lovers

NSFW WARNINGS: NONE, it will all be in part 2 if this does well :)

Don’t be shy, request something!!

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

Rosalee Marziel worked her ass off to get where she stood today, and she’d die before she let some stupid boy ruin it for her.

She’d lived in cities since she was a toddler, and growing up in such a hostile place causes you to realize that no one will help you but you. It took her losing her mother, her extended family, and a few boyfriends and flings to realize this. Once she had nothing, and was at rock bottom, of course she’d sign her life away. What more did she have to lose when everything was already lost?

The 1st amendment no longer felt like it applied to Rosalee. She was stripped bare of her former self, and instead embodied a new persona, Rose Marz. Rose Marz was confident, selfless, bold, and had no problems making a statement. She was a music, movie, and fashion icon all the way past France.

Truth was, she’d been groomed since she’d signed her life away when she was only 15. Groomed by the men around her who only wanted the greatest pleasures of life, and naive Rosalee Marziel was their ticket to that. ‘Wear less, and more of this’ they’d tell her as they held up skimpy playboy sets. She was 16. ‘More makeup, she’s aging.” They’d tell her makeup artists. She was 17. By the time she had reached 18, she’d corrected every little flaw they had pointed out. She spent hours covering acne scars, moles, and stretch marks.

She’d powder and cake herself in flawless natural makeup, which wasn’t so natural once you’d watch her apply a ton of it. She formed an eating disorder and lived off of eating Cesar salads with extra grilled chicken, and even then, she’d sometimes feel herself become sick. The smell, taste and feel of food made her vomit in her mouth. So, when she went to ball events, charity event, etc.; she’d stick to a glass of water and give tight lipped smiles when offered a plate of appetizers.

You’d think oranges were her favorite fruit, but she’d only eat them when she’d gain a pound or 2. Her stomach pains sometimes became unbearable, but beauty is pain, or at least that’s what her producers would tell her with money on their tongues. Sometimes she swore instead of feeling spit when they’d speak to her, she felt hard and cold coins. God forbid they found out she’d eaten that day, the comments would strike up.

The ones that formed her eating disorder in the first place. The ones that make her cry herself to sleep and curl into a ball. The ones that made her weep for her dead, junkie of a mother. The ones that made her throw up her insides till her stomach felt like it was trying to eat itself. And the ones that made her wanna not wake up the next day.

Roses first gig was a lousy bar her old manager booked for an hour. It’s one she’ll never forget, I mean, it’s what sparked her love for preforming in every sense of the word. On stage, she didn’t have to be the broken shell of a little girl, especially not when she heard people cheering her name. The rush of adrenaline shot into her veins was addicting and was a high she’d strive to chase any moment she could. In those first moments, she felt like her body was on fire, and the words slipping from her mouth held every ounce of raw emotion she would never normally say.

She had something other rising female preforms didn’t have, and that was a genuine love for music. They didn’t have the same spark in their eyes like she did. They weren’t passionate about the lyrics they wrote or sang. The only reason they were famous was because of their sex appeal.

Climbing the ranks in a male dominated industry wasn’t an easy task by any means, but Rose managed to do it. She sunk her perfectly manicured claws into their backs to rise herself to get to where she was today. Past Carl Perkins, past Johnny Cash, even past Jerry Lee Lewis. She was at the top of her game.

Showered in every luxury she could imagine. Queen worthy jewelry, the latest and hottest cars, 3 mansions and 10+ houses stationed all around America. Her favorite house was stationed all the way in Milan, Italy. She had an endless list of ‘friends’ and men throwing themselves at her feet for even a glance, but she wasn’t naive anymore. She could see right through them with the x-ray vision she swore to herself she had.

Hell, even the Kennedys loved her.

But none of it was ever enough. None of it made the throbbing pains in her head, chest, and stomach stop. It didn’t stop her from taking nearly lethal amounts of pills on her roughest days in hopes that just maybe she’ll find the courage to take a little more.

Rose was never satisfied with the life she had. And when they started throwing her in movies alongside people she didn’t care to know, she nearly lost herself. Rose? An actor? That couldn’t be right. She was a singer. But it’s what her fans wanted, which means it’s what her producers would make her do.

She was sure her fans adored her, and she was grateful that they did, but a small part of her detested them. A small part of her had wished she’d never became famous. If she knew this would be her at only 19 years old, she would’ve ran away from that man with a few papers and a pen all the way to across the globe. But she could never bring herself to hate the people who got her to where she is today.

They are the only reason she’s able to live the way she does, after all. Those little girls who look up to her, dreaming of being in her shoes and, wishing to be like her when they get older and cheering her on from crowds will always be the reason she continues to preform. But how badly she wanted to cradle them and tell them ‘careful what you wish for.’ Because she wishes someone had told her.

Though she was at the top of her game, there was still one large obstacle in the form of a southern man.

Elvis Presley.

No matter how many movies she starred in, or how many songs she made—no matter how many awards she won and was nominated for, he always somehow managed to beat her. Not to mention the constant comparison she was always faced with when I came to him. ‘Elvis does this better’ her manager would start. ‘So you need to do this’. He’d say.

I learned how to dance, and Elvis was the star of a dance musical called ‘Copacabana’ the next day. I mentioned i knew how to draw, and all the sudden Elvis’ art was plastered in museums. The list goes on and on of him trying to out-do her an coming out successful. Naturally, Rose wouldn’t care, but at the end of the day it was her having to hear her entire management team on her ass. One time her producer even phoned in about it.

It was a constant battle between the two and it seemed like an endless cat and mouse game. Not to mention Elvis throwing loads of shade at her when he was in the press a few weeks prior. Since then, anytime she’s been asked about their ongoing rivalry in the press, she’s said the upmost worst things about him. If it was any other A list celebrity, her manager would have her head, but it was the 2 most hottest people in America going head to head like bulls. Obviously it would make both parties become a more popular subject, and the more publicity, the better.

And now they want Elvis and Rose to preform together for a Valentines special? Hah, they must be crazy to think they wouldn’t claw each others throats out. Rose had never dared to protest against anything her producers and managers had planned for her—the last time she did she was beaten. But this—this is the one thing she wouldn’t go down without a fight for. After a good year and give or take a few months of going against each other, why would they now want them to make amends? The damage had already been done.

Rose was fortunate enough of never having to actually meet the man talking the upmost shit about her in person, till now.

As she sat in her dressing room, she could swear her makeup was sweating itself off, resulting in her panicking. Her eye makeup was dark and bold, and her lips were a faded cherry red. The dark mole above the corner of her lip just barely peeking through her pounds of foundation. Her hair was was naturally a brunette, but her main manager thought blonde would be a better look on her. So now she sat with her blonde hair teased and overly large, adorned in pink and red flowers to match the Valentines theme.

Rose felt her confidence begin to dwell as she thought of every possible terrible outcome this show could bring. Her brows furrowing as she applied setting powder aggressively while thinking of beating that stupid man, Elvis Presley, to a pulp if he tainted her imagine in any way, shape, or form.

A knock on her dressing room door brought her out of her thoughts. “Miss Rose, it’s almost time.” An annoying feminine voice said from behind the door. Rose huffed as she got up. “Alright, give me a moment.” She yelled back as she began to dress herself.

They’d chosen a white, tight fitted turtle neck long sleeved shirt for her to wear, paired with a short, light pink dress to go over it and a large white belt fit around her waist to seem more slim. The knee high white leather boots and different shades of pink and red heart earrings pulled the whole look together as she stared at herself in the long mirror in front of her.

She smoothed her hands down her dress as she took in a long breath of air before she finally found the courage to leave her dressing room.

When she stepped out, the narrow backstage hallways parted like the Red Sea at her entrance. Her manager, a short old man with the personality of a donkeys ass, stumbled his way over to her.

“Ah, Rose! There you are, come.” He said urgently as he tightly gripped her upper arm. Rose didn’t get a chance to respond, and instead winced as she was dragged along with him to wherever he was taking her. Their walk wasn’t long as they stopped at a tall man with his back turned to them.

“Mr. Presley.” Her manager coughed out, making his prescene known. Rose fought an eye roll. The man turned around and Rose swore her jaw could’ve dropped right then and there. The pictures and interviews did him no justice, as he was even more good looking in person, much to Roses dismay. Nonetheless, this god of a man was still her biggest rival and the only person stopped her from being deemed ‘queen of rock n roll’ on every cover of The Rolling Stone Magazine

Screw him and his charming smile. She hated his stupidly perfect hair—and she wanted to pull the little strand hanging out on the front out of his head. She wanted to punch him in his perfectly chiseled jaw, and same with his nose. She didn’t like the fact that he easily towered over her, even in heels, so she thought about kicking him in the back of his knees to bring him to the ground where she thought he belonged— below her.

Elvis on the other hand felt his breath get caught in his throat and her nearly dropped the cup of water held in his hand. There she stood, in all her terrorizing glory, was Rose Marz. But Elvis’ eyes couldn’t help but linger on the chubby fingers tightly wrapped around her arm, almost in a painful manner.

How could this little thing be his biggest competition? She was so small. So pretty. So- “fuck you.” So vulgar. That was the first thing she’d ever said to him, and he’d remember it for the rest of his life. He would’ve been offended if it wasn’t for the fact that she was so damn cute with her furrowed brows and pouty red lips.

Her managers face went pale as a ghost. “Aha!! She meant hello!” He nervously laughed as he glared at Rose through the corner of his eye. The small girl let out a huff. “Elvis.” She acknowledged, sizing him up with a quirked brow. He felt a chuckle rumble deep in his chest.

Rose turned her head downward to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks at his intense gaze, even as he talked to her manager. “That’s quite alright, Mr.Smith. How ya doin, Rose?” He said in that southern draw that made all the girls’ head spin and panties drop. Now Rose understood why, but she would never admit it aloud.

“Terrible since I seen you.” She said with an eye roll. Elvis pursed his lips. “I’m real sorry ‘bout what I said in the press about ya.” He replied with a nervous chuckle. Roses head shot up at that. “Liar!” She called out with a pointer finger.

“Jesus, Rose! Can’t you act civilized for one damn moment?!” Her manager screamed in her face. Rose went beat red in embarrassment, her hands clenched into fists. The old fat man looked at her pointedly. “Excuse my behavior, Mr.Presley.” She said through clenched teeth and false smile.

Elvis pondered for a moment as he took in the situation before him, before coming to a conclusion. “Lemme take ya to dinner to make up for it, Rose.” He said. Something boyish was swirling in his eyes and a certain hope was in his small smile he sent her way. Rose opened her mouth to reject his offer, but it seemed her manager had other plans. “Yes, of course she’ll go!” He answered for her.

Elvis merely glanced down at the obnoxious fat man. “I’d like for her to answer.” He stated with a glare. Rose paused. No one had ever stood up for her like that. No one batted an eye when people would yell at her, grab her, or even beat her to a pulp. She didn’t know what to think—or even how to act.

Her mouth was hung agape as he awaited her answer. “I—uh, sure.” She responded—seemingly in a daze as she gazed up at the taller man. His eyes danced all across her face before stopping at the mole she tried so desperately to hide. “Tomorrow night.” He said before his eyes snapped up to meet hers again.

Rose, absent minded, merely nodded her head.

“You’re on in 5!” Someone shouted over the loud backstage ruckus. That caught Roses attention as she quickly smoothed herself out and took in a deep breath. Elvis reached his hand out towards her. “Shall we?” He asked with a smirk.

Rose rolled her eyes as she slapped his hand away. “Let’s just get this over with.” She replied as she turned quickly away from him.

But Elvis didn’t miss the blush on her cheeks.

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

this wasn’t proofread

#70s elvis #elvis presley #elvis presley fandom #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x y/n #elvis x oc #elvis x reader #elvis fans #elvis presley fic

[whenikissedthegiyuu]

would you kiss me?

prince!rindou x princess!reader

to love and to be loved, that is all a girl wants

initially this was going in a whole another direction but then i wanted to go further back before they decided to give into their feelings - maybe will start a tag list if enough people are interested and i find enough inspiration to write their story even if it’s out of order

word count 2k

fem!reader, first pov, royalty au, a pathetic attempt at angst, mutual pining, forbidden love, talks of marriage and children, written at 3am not edited at all

My lips curled into a grin as I slipped my hand into Ran’s awaiting palm. He kissed my knuckles before pulling me towards the center of the ballroom as the orchestra began playing a slow song. We swayed to the rhythm, his cheek pressed against my temple.

My eyes fell on Rindou, lilac eyes watching us as he drank his champagne. My chest tightened when he darted his gaze away and slipped away from the crowd.

I had always hated balls and celebrations ever since I was a kid, but now I hated them even more since Ran and I had to pretend to be the happy couple in front of everyone when they knew damn well we weren’t.

“Are you alright, doll?” Ran asked after a few songs of faster paced dancing. “Want to sit down?”

“I could use some fresh air, I’m not feeling well.” I murmured, holding onto his arm as he pulled us away from the crowd of dancing people that had formed around us.

He led me into the gardens with a hand on my lower back, but we were intercepted by one of his distant cousins on the way.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite cousins!” She offered us a wide smile and took my hands in hers. “How have you been, darling? We didn’t see you on my husband’s birthday last month.”

“I truly apologize. I had an emergency and couldn’t accompany Ran.”

“Oh, no worries, dear! I know once you get married and start having children you’ll be unable to even grace us with your presence once a year with how busy you’ll be!”

My lips parted as I stared wide eyed at the woman at the mention of children. Ran came to my rescue, smiling sweetly at her as he started pulling me away. “If you’ll excuse us, we were on our way outside for some alone time.”

He started walking again without another word, only stopping once we stepped out into the garden and the chilly breeze of the night met our skin.

“There it is again…” I trailed off as I sat down on the stairs leading outside.

Ran sighed and stared up at the moon. His lips were curled down and eyebrows furrowed together.

I blinked away a tear that threatened to fall from my eyes. “You can go back inside, Ran. I don’t want to keep you away from your people.”

“Don’t stress yourself over her words.” He turned to look down at me. “Our betrothal was announced months ago, it’s only natural they start asking about the wedding and children.”

“I don’t want to start popping out children the moment we get married. It’s the only thing I’ve heard from my mother and aunts for years.” I stood up and pointed at the brunet. “You have absolutely no idea what my life was like growing up. While you got to run around the gardens and get dirty and play all you wanted to, I–”

“Hey, doll–“ Ran muttered as he tried to grab my hand but I was faster than him and took a step back.

“I had to learn how to do my makeup, what utensils to use when, what to say, how to serve tea, what to wear, and how to take care of my- no, not my children, your heirs.”

He remained still as I started punching his chest. His hand raised slightly to gesture his guards away, but he remained otherwise stoic as I let out all my anger with him.

“I never could do whatever I wanted. I wanted to ride my horse around the castle grounds, meet with the villagers every once in a while to see how I could help them, a-and–“ I paused when my voice cracked and let Ran crush my arms between us as he engulfed me in a hug. “I wanted to run my country, my people. I wanted to marry for love.”

I buried my face in his chest, tears falling freely down my face.

“I couldn’t even stand to look at you months ago when we saw each other after so many years. Suddenly I was faced with the very reason I had to learn about being the perfect wife and mother– to be your perfect wife and the doting mother of your children.”

He tilted my chin to make me look at him. “And you think I didn’t want to marry for love? That I didn’t want to, at least, court you and get to know you better after not seeing you for so long before we were thrusted into this relationship?”

“And why didn’t you?”

“My father left me no choice. He doesn’t expect to leave for the heavens anytime soon, but he wants to guarantee that I have an heir as soon as possible.”

I clicked my tongue, pushing him away from me as I walked up the steps. “I can’t believe this. I literally just told you I cannot stand speaking of children, of heirs. Can you even begin to imagine the pressure that puts on me? Can you imagine the scandal if I’m unable to give you any children at all? They’ll blame me, of course. Men are never guilty of infertility.”

Stopping at the top of the stairs, I glanced at Ran over my shoulder. His hands were inside his pockets, lips pursed together as he stared at me.

“Please excuse me with our parents and whoever asks about me. I’m not feeling quite well enough to put up a front right now.”

I took a deep breath and grabbed my skirt, walking down the hallway and away from the loud ballroom.

Closing the library doors behind me, I leaned my back on them and took a deep breath. While my initial intentions were to grab a book and read in my room for a couple of hours until I fell asleep, I didn’t even feel like reading once I got there.

I closed my eyes as I shakily let out the air from my lungs. My knees gave out and I slid down the door, tired of pretending to be the happy little bride my parents’ wanted me to be with Ran.

I felt movement nearby. A chair scraping the floor, then footsteps came up to me until I felt someone sitting beside me.

“I heard you talking to Ran.”

I was met with no other than my future brother in law staring at the ceiling, then meeting my eyes when he noticed my staring.

“Ran’s always been the charismatic brother, always knew what to say to gain our people’s respect and adoration.” He started, arms crossing over his chest as he adjusted his position against the wall. “He’s a natural leader. I’m the second best, always have been. I’m not introverted at all, but since I’m not the heir I’m often overlooked. Even more so after my mother died.”

My heart squeezed when I remembered her funeral and the tears that didn’t stop rolling down both brothers’ cheeks all throughout the funeral. Despite not remembering her much as much as he did, I did know she always treated me like the daughter she never had– how I wished my own mother treated me.

I reached over and took his hand in mine, lilac eyes widening slightly before adjusting his grip to hold onto my fingers. He was quiet for a moment longer, then closed his eyes as he leaned his head on the wall.

“There was so much pressure on his shoulders to be the perfect crown prince and never have a single hair out of place. He always used to put up a stoic front when we had to attend balls and events, loathing putting up with everyone’s hypocrisy.” He squeezed my hand. “Until your engagement was announced and he started appearing with you at all these events. His smiles look genuine now and he almost seems like he enjoys himself.”

“Almost?” I tsked, shuffling closer to the long haired male and pulling our hands to rest on my lap. “Gotta step up my game then.”

He scoffed. “What I want to say is that Ran’s lucky to have you and he knows that, he appreciates you. He would do anything for you… Even honor your wish about children.”

A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned my head on the blond’s shoulder. “I don’t think so. He wouldn’t go against your father.”

“Give him some credit. You’ll be his immediate family when you get married. He’ll probably even learn to love you, the way you deserve.”

“Oh, no. I hope not. I am marrying him because I have no other option, because it’s my duty.” I paused, then shook my head. “I don’t see myself falling in love with him.”

Rindou was quiet for a moment. I closed my eyes as if that would prevent him from feeling my racing heart where my chest was pressed against his arm. His finger hooked underneath my chin and he lifted my face to look at him. My breath hitched at how close we were, my free hand coming up to grab his wrist but making no move to actually push him away.

“Why not?”

It took me a moment to realize what he was asking. I grinned, then let out a laugh at his furrowed eyebrows. “All my teenage years saying I had a crush on you and you’re still wondering why I can’t love your brother? Did you not take me seriously?”

His lips twitched as he failed to hold back a smile. “I believe your exact words were that you were gonna be my wife someday.” He breathed out, fingers moving to cup my cheek.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” I murmured softly.

His fingers tightened around mine. “My father didn’t allow it.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What?”

“I told him I wanted to make you my wife.”

My lips parted at his confession. “Rindou–“

He leaned forward, making me forget just what I was about to say. His eyes fell on my lips as he paused just a breath away from me.

“What?” He murmured softly, letting go of my hand to cup my other cheek. “Did you not take me seriously?” He echoed my own words back to me.

He didn’t move a single inch even as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m not going to kiss you if you don’t want to. I need a yes from you.”

My eyes fluttered open, they fell on his parted lips. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Rin.”

“Would you kiss me if you weren’t engaged to my brother?”

We stared at each other for a moment. When my lips parted to reply, a knock on the door startled us, making me push the blond away from me. I cleared my throat as he stood, then helped me up. “Yes?”

“I apologize for the intrusion, your Highness. I thought I might find prince Rindou in there, his Majesty and his Highness are looking for him.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I realized it was just a servant at the door. I thanked whoever could hear my prayers that it wasn’t Ran at the door since he probably would’ve barged in without announcing himself.

“I believe I saw him heading for the gardens earlier, perhaps you should check outside.” Rindou rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips at my attempt to divert their attention from the upper floors.

“Thank you, your Highness. Don’t hesitate to call for us if you need anything before bed.”

“Will do.”

We remained quiet until we couldn’t hear her footsteps anymore. Rindou chuckled softly, “Guess that’s my cue to go.”

“Don’t keep them waiting.” I turned my back on him, heading toward the bookshelves to grab that book I came into the library in the first place for.

Rindou pulled me back toward him, fingers curling around my forearm to keep me in place. I looked at him expectantly.

“Forget what I said, okay? I don’t want to make you feel like you have to choose between my brother and I, mainly because our families already chose for you.”

He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my knuckles, then walked out of the library without letting me say another word. My lips slowly curled into a smile despite the disappointment growing in me at the interrupted moment.

I traced my lips absentmindedly with my fingertips. Would I have really kissed him?

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fic #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou x reader #rindou smut #haitani rindou imagines #haitani brothers #haitani x reader #haitani smut #haitani rindou smut #tokyo revengers imagines #prince!rindou au #royal au #tokyo rev

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Starfield

Rating: M

Pairing: f!Spacefarer x Sam Coe

Word Count: 777

bright and new

“You’re coming with me to that gala.”

She says it so matter of fact. Her voice is muffled behind the bathroom door in the captain’s cabin.

“Why me?”

“You’re Sam Coe. Your name is well known. You make the most sense.”

What does he expect her to say? Something along the lines of, you’re my favorite Sam. Or I’m in love with you Sam. Maybe not that. He’s not ready for words like that but what’s his imagination for if not fantastical thinking?

He’s perched on the couch, stuck reading and rereading the last paragraphs in A Tale of Two Cities. Eventually, he gives into his preoccupations and sets the book down. “Walter makes more sense if you ask me.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask you.”

She reappears from the bathroom and he’s never seen her like this. Well, he hasn’t seen her in a lot of formats, really. She’s usually grimed up (and she grimes up good) or in a bulky spacesuit. But this black bodycon dress with one slit up the side accents all the places that are soft. All her curves. Curves that would be accentuated wearing his hands as an accessory.

She adjusts her purple dangle earrings. “You’re staring. You okay, Sam?”

He clears his throat and lets out a small little laugh. “Just, I—well, uh.” He breathes deep. “This sounds stupid but,” he pauses and smiles, “you leave me speechless.”

“That was a whole hell of a lot of words for a speechless man.” She beckons him over. “Help me with this?”

It’s maybe two steps before he’s got the necklace in hand, fumbling with the clasp on her neck. The exposed skin is a distraction. Not to mention she smells real nice too, something light and floral.

“A thank you would have sufficed,” he blurts.

And he’s very proud of the way his voice doesn’t crack as his eyes keep roaming where they shouldn’t.

The dress is cut low—and he means very low. It would be so easy to bend her over the desk she’s already bumped up against. Shove that half of her dress aside and—

The necklace slips and he’s on hands and knees. The rim of his hat catches on her ass and tumbles to the floor too. Trying his best to recover, he smoothly snatches up both, replacing his hat and chuckling.

“Whoa, slippery little thing,” he says.

She’s got a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. He tries again with the necklace. The angle he holds himself at does not help his case when it comes to getting the damn thing on though. He’s lucky it remains in one piece, somehow. Finally, after a few long and awkward minutes, the delicate and simple chain drapes around her neck.

“There,” he says while thinking about stepping away from her.

But he just wants to linger a moment. Aka, calm himself down before she sees, very obviously, where his mind has been. She spins to face him and he’s caught in her gaze. Thankfully, there’s at least an inch between her and him or his carefully timed breathing would have been all for naught.

“Walter already has a date, by the way. I don’t know if you remember her? Gorgeous gal, goes by the name of—“

“His wife.”

“What? That’s very sexist of you Samothy Coe. Her name is Issa Eklund.”

“Uh, not fair. I was answering the first part of your question. You know, the one about remembering.” He tilts his head a little and pulls at his collar. Then lets his hand fall naturally to his side, flexing his fingers a little to gain some sense of inner composure. “And that’s definitely not my full name.”

“Hmm, I’ll keep guessing then.”

She’s reaching up and just barely brushes his face, thumbing something away. He stills under her touch. Forgets to breathe.

“There was a little piece of oatmeal in your beard. It was distracting me. Gone now.” She smiles. “I’ve got an appointment at Enhance to do my hair and makeup and I've got a suit for you ready to be picked up at the lodge when you feel like. I’ll meet you there at five and we’ll make our way to the gala.”

“I don’t have any say in this at all?”

“Of course you do. Do you object to any of my instructions? Or have a request?”

He shifts from one foot to the other, stuffing a hand in his pocket. “Well, no but—“

She kisses his cheek then, leaving him truly speechless. “I’ll see you at five, Sam.”

Gaping after her, he remembers to breathe when the door hisses closed.

#bear writes #starfield #spacefarer x sam coe #zero shepard #sam coe #one shot #but will probably have a follow up fic at the actual gala idk yet

[xblackreader]

Headcanons for Alt. Attuma x Soft! Okoye

@karimk2 you’re a genius

their favorite artists:

Attuma likes Three Days Grace, 21 Pilots, Ic3peak, Gorillaz and Mother Mother

Okoye likes Solange, Tems, SZA, Erykah Badu, & India Arie

what they do together:

go to art museums and late night listens to new music - sometimes okoye will take him to a local art museum and even if he doesn’t like Mayan artifacts in White possession it’s interesting to him

If he’s home late at night he’ll text okoye to see if she’s up and send her a bunch of songs that make him think of her, feet kicking and hair twirling 💀

he had started bringing her lunch or just stopping by after an appointment for a tattoo, then he found himself helping around in the shop and then in her apartment and then he was just… there. With her all the time.

arguments:

are not usually very heated, just small disagreements where okoye or attuma will apologize after a few hours of silence but if they get to a point of raising voices, Okoye will cry bc she’s sensitive and Attuma will break.

no tears need to be on her pretty face ever; he’s sorry. she was right anyway. and even if she’s not, he’ll wait til she’s calm to explain his side.

intimacy before relationship:

intimacy is… interesting at first

she’ll find herself playing with his sleeve if he stands close enough to her, or if his attention is on something else, she’ll occupy herself by holding his arm and he’ll try not to obsess over the fact that she smells like a vanilla flavored wet dream.

if he’s sketching or drawing, all she has to do is sit next to him and start playing with his hair and he’ll get distracted. Eventually he had to start scolding her softly about it, he was getting no work done. But she pouted and got her way. He would just sketch when she wasn’t around or too busy to mess with him.

if she’s busy, he’d be such a hypocrite. “Okoye, listen to this bass guitar riff I’m working on.” “Okoye, can you braid my hair again please? it’s annoying me.” “Okoye, I can help you- please get off the ladder.”

then they have their first kiss: I’ll leave it up to imagination or the canon authors choosing 🤭

dating:

sometimes she’ll go to the tattoo shop to see him or bring him lunch after he’s there for hours and his co workers are excited to see the little lady who keeps gifting him plants and books.

she’s so small but doesn’t seem intimidated by any of them in the slightest, not even namora sheesh.

attuma lets her kiss him on the cheek and tells her he loves her too and he’ll be at her place by 7 and when she leaves, the laughter is unstoppable .

“little miss peace and love has got you whipped!”

“she’s cute as hell, how’d you pull?”

“ooh, I love you too okoye! thank you sooo much for my food. you made it? I’ll treasure it forever!”

“I DIDNT SAY THAT.”

cute moments:

one time as a little experiment, he let her tattoo a small heart on his chest. It was really sloppy and she had a bit of a hard time but she did well for her first time ever. he absolutely loves it and whenever he sees it on himself, he will text her a mirror selfie or something to tease her about it.

she loves all his tattoos but she’s surprised to learn they don’t all have meanings! some are just bc he was drunk or wanted one at the time! all her tattoos though smaller and minimal, have deep meaning and she explains them all to him. She’s so cute.

she teased him one time by showing him the big boy song by SNL with SZA, and she’ll sing it whenever he reaches something for her or is working out and gets so embarrassed she’ll never stop.

Favorite Attractive Qualities;

Attuma loves when Okoye wears more bohemian clothing or her neo traditional dresses. the stacks of bracelets and gold hoops. colorful head wraps and nude makeup. he has no idea why he can’t keep his hands off her when she does.

his favorite hairstyle of her is an Afro. He loves her natural hair and when she tries to teach him how to help her do it, he loses focus and just ends up twirling 4c curls in his hands and kissing her face.

Okoye loves when Attuma plays the guitar. He’s very talented and his hands are so nice with the veins and painted nails. He gets this focused look on his face and his brows furrow when he’s frustrated and she thinks it’s sexy when he writes lyrics or Melodies. He shows her a small bit of a song one day and admits it’s about her and she… is all over him immediately.

her favorite hairstyle on him is when it’s dry right after shampooing, his hair is wavy and conditioner and sooo soft… also she likes when he lets her give him massages bc she gets him to fully relax and she gets to kiss him over and over while watching him melt.

just some reader headcanons 🤭

if you want to read the story this is based on

here’s a link 💗

thank youu!

#black women #x black reader #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #attoye #black panther #marvel #black panther wakanda forever #okoye x attuma fanfiction #alternative boy #soft black women #soft girl #plant lady #tattoo boy #attuma #okoye #marvel ships

[austinstyles]

Love

Niall Horan x reader

Summary: You and Niall are dating, this fanfic follow your relationship on this special day when Niall might ask you the most important question in your relationship.

Warning: kissing and spelling mistakes. Let me know if I missed anything.

Y/n pov

Me and my boyfriend Niall have been together since June of 2021, so for almost three years. But we have actually known each other since we were 19. We saw each other’s relationships before we were even together as a couple. I couldn’t be more happier with Niall, it feels like he is my prince. I know it seems like the way I talk about the relationship that everything is perfect. The truth is even me and Niall have ups and downs in this relationship, we just decide to work on it. Also figure out that it is okay to have different opinions in a relationship. We don’t always have to be on the same page all the time.

But I would give up this relationship for anything. I love the way Niall makes me feel, and that he gets me at times. Also does feel bad when we kiss with love and affection.

Today me and Niall have a date night, I am so excited. I love spending time together, even with our busy schedules. At the moment live in London where I work for a PR company. When ever Niall is in London and has available time we spend some time together. The alone time is amazing, we talk and just enjoy each other’s company. I like to think we’re the perfect match together.

I am getting ready for our date night, at the moment I am doing my makeup. My makeup is just some simple lipgloss and some nude eyeshadow. I like wearing simple makeup, I go for the more natural beauty look. And only wearing concealer when I feel that it’s needed. For the date my outfit is a pair of light blue jeans that is ripped at the knees, my top is a floral blouse that is very comfortable and stylish. Also I decided to ware my favorite blue denim jacket and a nice white purse.

When I was finally done getting ready , my door bell rang to my apartment. I then walked to open my front door, and that is wen my eyes fall on the most beautiful blue eyes that belong to my boyfriend. We share a kiss and I locked my apartment, then we’re on our way to Niall’s car.

Niall pov

When we get to the restaurant I parked my car and we both are walking into the restaurant while we hold hands. Y/n looks so beautiful and cute tonight, she always looks beautiful and cute. It’s nice to have a date night with my amazing girlfriend, and tonight is a special night. I am asking y/n to marry me. I believe with all my heart that she is the one I want to grow old with. Even have kids with her in the future. I love her, and tonight I want ask her to be my future wife.

As we get inside the restaurant we’re being led to we’re are table is. As were sitting at the table I am eyeing the menu and my girlfriend in front of me. Then the waiter comes and we both ordered our food and drinks. After we ordered we just have a nice conversation about life. My eyes are getting lost in her magical y/e/c. I love spending time together.

Soon the food are at the our table and we already had your drinks, then we’re eating and enjoying our meals. Just having an amazing date so far in my mind, and I can see that y/n is enjoying this date too.

I had the hole proposal plans to the touch. The plan was to take her to the park we had our first picnic date at. It was so romantic and special like every minute with her is. So after we were done eating I was taking her to this romantic set up in this park. Everything was plan out, I just can’t wait. Hopefully she says yes.

Time skip to the park

Y/n pov

After the romantic dinner me and Niall had he took me to the exact same park we had our romantic picnic date at. I love this. Soon I see my boyfriend looking straight in my eyes as he gets down on one knee. Then he takes out a little black box, while he is having this hole amazing speech about wanting to grow old together. My eyes are filled with happy tears, and I can’t believe what is going on.

“ Y/n I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?” Niall asked. My happy tears are streaming down my face, and I know exactly what I want and this is exactly what I want.

“ Yes Niall I will marry you” answered that is when he hurts up to my level and we share a passionate kiss. I can’t believe I get to call this amazing man my husband in the future. This is the most magical day of my entire life, along with the day we both met.

I am the luckiest girl in the world. And Niall has always made me feel like that.

Thanks for reading hope everyone enjoyed this. And as always my request are open. Also have more fanfics in the future. And also have fanfic in the work.

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Grace

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[marshmallow-rainbow139]

Anne Bennett wired autocomplete interview

"Hello, I'm Anne Bennett, and this is the WIRED autocomplete interview!"

Anne excitedly says this as she sits on a chair with a white background behind her. She’s wearing a white coat, a black sweater, and blue pants. Her hair is loose, and her makeup is perfect. Her red lipstick makes her smile shine.

… 

A producer hands over the card.

"Alright, let’s go!"

She brings the card closer to her face and starts reading the question as she rips off the first stripe.

"What does Anne Bennett eat?"

Anne chuckles. 

"Anything I can find in my kitchen that doesn’t have a sticky note on it with someone's name on it But my favorite food is lasagna with extra cheese!"

"What is Anne Bennet's real name?"

"I have an actual long name. It's Mary-Anne Jolene Bennett. I always went by Anne, never Annie; I hate it when people call me that. Mary is more like my Catholic name. Jolene, because Dolly Parton was my mom’s favorite singer, and Jolene was like our national anthem in our household. She was always singing that song, and in turn, I'm always singing it. Sometimes my husband and I sing it together! It's spontaneous!" Anne laughs as she recalls her children looking at them funny just this morning.

"What is Anne Bennett's zodiac sign?"

"I was born on April 5th. So, I'm an Aries. People say it fits me because I'm passionate, motivated, and confident."

"What color are Anne Bennett’s eyes?"

"Hazel. It’s a mix of my parents. My mom had blue eyes, and my father had green eyes. They look green." 

"What is Anne Bennett’s job?"

"I work part time as a dispatcher, and I help my husband with Wayne foundations."

… 

The producer hands over another card.

"Does Anne Bennett live in Wayne Manor?"

"Yes, I do! Also, a not-so-friendly reminder to paparazzi and thieves: we have booby traps! This is your first and last warning."

"What is the most dangerous booby trap?" A producer asked.

With a serious face and a serious tone, she said, "My butler. And my corgi, Dplly Parton. She likes to bite people’s ankles. I almost tried that with Superman."

"Does Anne Bennett like the Justice League?"

Anne looks at the camera with a "horrified" look.

"People think I don’t like the Justice League, but I love them! I have met them!"

"Have you ever seen Batman?" The producer asks

"Yes!" 

"Is he your favorite?"

"he’s second. Wonder Woman is my favorite!"

"Does Anne Bennett dye her hair?"

"No!" She says she's a little bit annoyed. "Why does everyone think that? This is all natural!"

Does Anne Bennett have a sister?

"I had a sister." She said it with a sad voice. "Her name was Dorothy. We called her Dotty. And she died when she was 12 years old due to leukemia, when I was 8. Unfortunately, nobody in my family was a compatible donor for bone marrow, and she couldn't keep fighting long enough to find one."

Does Anne Bennett have Martha Wayne's pearls?

"No!" Anne said it with humor in her voice. "I have pearls, but they are not Martha Wayne’s pearls. The original pearls were lost that night. The only thing that I have that belongs to my mother-in-law is my engagement ring."

... 

"How many children does Anne Bennett have?"

"I have seven lovely children who are my everything. Six boys and one girl."

"How to be like Anne Bennett"

"Trauma."  

"How many languages does Anne Bennett speak?"

Anne lifts her hand and raises her fingers while in deep thought.

"English, French, Romani, Arabic, and ASL. So, five languages. Some of them are my children's native languages."

... 

"Can Anne Bennett cook?"

"Semi decently." She answered. "But I make banger macaroni and cheese!"

"Can Anne Bennett play an instrument?"

"I was actually in my school's band, and I played the oboe."

"Can Anne Bennett adopt me?"

Anne blinked. 

"No, I'm sorry, but I've exceeded my limit with kids. If I have one more, I'm going to have a stroke."

"What do your kids do that makes you so stressed?"

"We don’t have enough time for the video to talk about it."

… 

Another card. 

"Where is Anne Bennett from?"

"St. Louis, Missouri."

"Where did Anne Bennett study?"

"I studied at the University of St.Louis." 

… 

The final card

"Is Anne Bennett a nurse?"

"I studied nursing, but I am not a licensed nurse. I am, however, the family nurse, and I am the bossy nurse type. If I think you are sick, you're staying in bed until I say you can get out. Everyone hides from me whenever they feel the sniffles because I can always tell."

"Is Anne Bennett single?"

"No. I'm happily married."

"Is Anne Bennett a meme?"

"Oh my god!" She shouts with a wild smile and laughs. "Is this about that one image of me behind Lex Luthor giving him a scornful look?"

"Why were you giving him a scornful look?" The producer asked.

"He was giving an interview about being acquitted of whatever crime he committed that week." Anne crunches her face. "I thought I was off frame. I found out I was a meme the next day when my son showed me a photo of the many memes that were created overnight. I was a little bit mortified, but I started to see the humor of it, so I chuckle every time I see another one pop up on my feed."

"Did Lex Luthor ever talk to you about the meme?"

"Frankly, dear. I don’t give a damn about what he thinks about it."

#batman #anne wayne #batfamily #bruce wayne x oc

[sensei-venus]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for Hawk dating a girl who gets bullied for being chubby/plus sized and it makes her feel insecure about herself? And she wants to wear super cute dresses and tops but is too insecure and scared to try because she thinks she'll looked bad?

Hawk Dating a Insecure Chubby! Female Reader

•He wants to act at first like he has no idea how she could feel insecure, like lol what’s that? Insecure? Nah.

•He’s secretly just pushing down and trying to repress all of the bad memories and feeling he had before he transformed into “Hawk”, back when he was just “Eli”, for a moment he doesn’t realize that he was making reader uncomfortable. But after some time he realizes that it’s not ok that he’s trying to force his bad coping mechanisms onto her.

•He starts to understand that it’s a natural feeling and he was over thinking it do to his own issues.

•He starts making more comments and compliments about her, how good she looks in her pants, how his hoodies look good on her, how pretty her makeup is (if she wears it).

•Being for real though, Hawk is definitely going to take it to a different level when it comes to comments and compliments about her body over all. At this point, he’s not afraid to say some dirty shit, no matter if it’s in private or in public. He’s going to say it.

•Reader is his girl, and no one else is allowed to look at her like he does or say the things he does about her body. Period. No one gets that option.

•”Hey babe, can you bend over again? I want to see that fat ass one more time.” “If you keep leaning over my shoulder like that, I’m going to have to start using those boobs as a pen holder or something.” “When we have PE, make sure you let me run behind you, I don’t want any of the other guys to see those thighs jiggle. Don’t want them hitting on my girl.”

•Oh yeah, and he’s definitely snatching his moms credit cards and going on a shopping bender for her. He’s down to take her to the mall when ever she wants, but as soon as they go one’s, he finds out all of her sizes, he’s buying all kinds of stuff on his own a good portion of the time.

•Dresses, flashy shirts, short skirts, tight jeans, occasionally underwear sets in her favorite colors. Yeah he’s doing all of that.

•When he finds out she’s getting bullied over it, he takes it to a different level of whoop ass. His hands are rated E for everyone, but he starts doing other shit to get back at readers bully’s.

•He definitely gets Robby involved and even Miguel (poor poor baby, he can’t say no to helping out Hawk & reader,also reader most likely has no idea that they are doing anything.) they might even get Johnny involved some how.

•The three boys cause hundreds, possibly thousands of dollars in property damage. Egging the bully’s cars, spray painting their houses, taking out their mailbox’s with bats. They even start shoving random gross shit into their lockers at school after Robby breaks into them (headcanon that Robby knows how to pick locks on just about anything). Hawk doesn’t care at this point, he will make it known that those bully’s need to step off reader real soon or things are only going to get worse.

#cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai hawk #cobra kai robby #cobra kai miguel #hawk x reader #cobra kai Hawk x reader #chubby reader #x reader

[azttore]

For the ITs Leader trio, who pulls off Dress and who pulls of Tuxedos Best?

Also, favorite winter down/past time?

oh wow ! i am assuming this is in reference to my au art …? i am going to be honest, i am unsure what you mean by leader trio, as narukami is the only one ever considered a leader. so excuse me if i misunderstood ^^” but in context with my au post

narukami 100% is the best dress wearer and absolutely pulls off any fit he tries. my idea of narukami is that once he met mitsuru, the gloves were off in his gender presentation game. he saw her and was like “…wow! i can be like that! i too can be a girlboss!” then proceeded to do exactly that. i think narukami would favor those thigh-knee cut slim fit dresses, like in the spy movies- or those floor length slim fits with a little tail. something showy and bright, give him an excuse to bring makeup and jewelry too. i like to think that once he grew comfortable with his identity, he tried to one up mitsuru in anything he pulled off when they were working on something together. friendly girlboss competition.

between naoto and yosuke, they fit two specifcially different types of suit to me. i am not a fan of being tapped to the narrow box of tuxedo, so i hope you don’t mind me expanding a bit.

naoto is likely “the best” with pulling off a suit, but that is inly due to his nature. when you are the great detective prince, you have to carry a sort of air that comes with learning how to be fashionably acceptable. while he could certainly pull off a tuxedo, without a doubt, i actually think naoto would be a little more… uniquie, about it. tailored suit and simple tweaks to the existing style to give it more of a princely sense of theme, is what i personally see. i will have to draw it at somepoint, i am not the best as explaining things, my apologies. my main point of inspirational reference for naoto and the suits he would wear is older, royal like dress shirts and vests/blazers, coat tails and embroidered patterns- some much similar to that of the jouin uniforms of smtv.

yosuke would be the perfect picture of just a guy in a suit and i love that for him so fucking much. i feel like it solidly depends on the type of event on whether he really dresses it up or not. sometimes he can be in a rather quickly put together, budget buy tux. looks like a guy going to prom for the first time. probably needs help tying his tie. when he does put in the effort, however, yosuke can pull off a really well-put tux with no problem. between narukami fashion osmosis and having to learn how to be taken seriously in the field of law, he caught on pretty quickly on how to care for a suit and dress to a t. you just gotta convince him whether or not the occasion is worth it or not- because otherwise? this mans sense of fashion is a fucking disaster i love him so bad but he dresses like a middle aged dad in hawai’ian shirts and khakis. he wears those fucking tshirts with the tuxedo printed on the front. probably wears fucking socks with sandals and freaks out over those water shoes with the toes.

outside of those three, if you would have asked me about the entire investigation team-

both answers would be rise. rise can pull off any shape of dress just as good as she can suit, and i think she opts for those very dress-like suits with frills and tails. rise, narukami and naoto working on pulling off some of the most elaborate, unique fashion takes meanwhile yosuke is standing in the enterance way wearing a shirt that says “man i love fishing” in a pair of shorts that have ten pockets and big ass sneakers too big for his damn feet. i like them so bad. i do think rise and yosuke go in brand name shopping sprees together, she helps him find the cool shit. rise is naoto’s biggest supporter in fashion choice and likely has a hand in getting him a lot of custom work done. as a note to the au, i like to think rise is qprs with the trio. they all hold hands sometimes.

as for your last question!

vacation. oh my god this team needs a fucking break. they are overworked to shit please just give them sometime to hang out and breathe.

in those moments of peace, i think they each are still figuring out their pursuits and hobbies. the only one i am really sure of is that i think naoto is writing in his off time. i feel he has a big attachment to literature, or at least knowledge, and wants to have his own book of sorts. not too sure the type of book, ill get back to you on that, but it feels right to me that he’d be writing in his off time (even though it is still technically work and needs to be convinced to take a break).

sorry this is a world wall i am a little autisitic about them

#overcoffee #persona 4 #yu narukami #naoto shirogane #yosuke hanamura #see my last art piece #for context #thank you for the question #i got really excited #always feel free to ask more #:]

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(ariana grande did a Vogue Beauty Secrets earlier this year, and i loved a lot of things about it ((girl forever will be able to do a flawless winged liner in approximately two seconds)) but mainly when she talked about beauty as whole.

"It’s, like, really hard to know what’s worth hearing or not, but, you know, when you’re 17, you don’t know that yet. I, over the years, used makeup as a disguise or as something to hide behind and more and more and more hair … thicker the eyeliner, the whatever ... Our relationships to beauty are so personal. Like, we’re here talking about beauty secrets. Isn’t the secret that we all just want to feel our best and be loved?”

theres a part in the middle of it, where she also says, "for a long time, i think beauty for me was about hiding, and i don't feel that way anymore".

and as everyones favorite unofficial fashion influencer on here, i feel that so much. not relating to fashion, because clothes will always be my thing, but regarding my own relationship with make-up and my own beauty.

and so much of this year was me 1) improving my skin but 2) improving my relationship to myself without a face of make-up on. and a quiet new years resolution of my own was to wear less make-up. i had convinced myself so many years ago that it just wasn't a "naturally beautiful" type of person, and was just someone who required at least SOME make-up to be beautiful (and like, I've seen pictures of myself, and look in the mirror every day and cannot tell myself that i am not...conventionally pretty). and...what a silly thing to convince yourself of. who told me that? marketing and magazines and people etc etc. but truly what a silly thing, that a face on its own can't be beautiful.

but i sit here writing this, without foundation/a skin tint/anything but moisturizer on my face. i sit here with my eyebrows the way i woke up, and aquaphor on my lips. i am reminded of a me, who was 8 or 11 or 13 or 16 who went to ballet class, with her hair slicked back and her tights on, without a drop of make-up on and i am beginning to think, the older i got, the more beauty and my relationship with it became about hiding and less about everything else. it didn't happen over night, and i reflect on the steps i took (from a foundation to a tinted moisturizer to a skin tint, to only color correcting to nothing at all), and the intentional shift in what i wanted my mornings to look like (prioritizing rest, and slow mornings, instead of feeling like i needed to get ready; though the fashion component will always be there at THAT is getting ready enough).

i am still very much learning and unlearning beauty and beauty standards. i posted yesterday about the word "flattering" and how easy it is for me to apply that to clothing, but how difficult it is for me to apply it to my skin, or forehead wrinkles, or the way my eyebrows look without brushing them out. but...this next year, i will continue to learn and unlearn.)

#xoxo doctor grey #i also had a new years resolution about giving more love to myself #and im still working on that one #you know when you're tired of being tired? from years and years of systemic burnout and personal burnout and trauma? #giving more love to me #and remembering the things and the people ive always had #who continue to mean to most to me #2k24

[alwoobles]

I have 2 brain cells and both of them are focused on Rock Band AU in modern setting with Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara!!

Gaara with deep black ring make up around his eyes. Lead singer even though he’s a little guy (he has a lot of pent up rage and I think screaming lyrics to heavy metal could be good for him <3 )

Kankuro wearing all black with purple face paint. He’s already THE alt icon. I love him. He def has piercings. He is the drummer, because he is not given as much attention as his other siblings in canon so it could be kind of a parallel and also drummers are hot and I make the rules around here.

Temari!! My queen!!!! Temari definitely had a phase where she wore super exaggerated black and white makeup and she looked absolutely terrifying (and gorgeous) doing it. She is a guitar player!! I don’t know enough about guitars to say what kind but she is wonderful and I just know she could be amazing at it if she wanted to. She shreds like a pro. Because she’s the best. She also does backup vocals for the band.

Their father was their manager and then he got cancelled or smth or idk but Baki became their new manager because I said so. And the little monster sealed inside of Gaara in the anime? It is now his feral cat. Everyone hates it. Gaara included. It’s okay. The cat eventually learns to love Gaara. Their fans love the little hellion too.

As for ships I also have Thoughts about other bands in the Band AU!!!!!!!!!

InoShikaCho is something. I’m not sure. Ino is the lead vocalist. She has like pop music vibes but Choji and Shikamaru don’t so maybe they make just really Good generic music? Stuff that’s always on the radios. I don’t know. Shikamaru does not sing, thank you very much. He could rap if he wanted to though.

You already know that Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke could be super complicated as a band because they Did Not get along as genin. Whatever. They aren’t my problem. I’m ignoring them. But they’re really good and Gaara definitely had a crush on Naruto at some point.

Neji, Tenten, and Rock Lee are an interesting trio to think about. Tenten raps for sure, because she’s pretty and I think she could be a badass rapper. Neji is the leader of their band and he writes their music too. Main vocalist vibes. Tenten also helps write music and can play like any instrument ever. Rock Lee is for sure tearing it up with swag dance moves. Gai, their manager, is definitely big on choreography. They’re more of a mainstream rap or hip hop group, but I think they have a background in other music genres.

Oh jeez. My personal favorite, Team 8!! Kiba’s everything.. Hinata with her shy demeanor.. Shino’s literal trench coat that covers him from head to toe. I don’t know. I love them all to death but they’re weird and forgettable to everyone but me it feels like. They’re alt, maybe an indie band? Or maybe not? I don’t know I think Shino plays guitar for them. Kiba is on drums maybe? Or maybe he is also on guitar. Maybe Shino plays drums? They’re hard. But imagine Kiba smugly going at with some killer vocals and making eye contact with an unimpressed Kankuro in the crowd. Battle of the bands babyyy. Hinata had a pretty voice but she is super shy about singing which leads to confidence issues because Hanabi has no problem singing in front of large crowds. So Hinata doesn’t sing but she eventually does after pursuing a solo career when their band naturally disbands because they have different paths in life they want to follow. Shino becomes a teacher lmao. Anyways I’ve decided Kiba with lead vocals. Everything else is not worth my time. What other teams are there again? It’s not like anyone cares enough to read this anyways. It’s mostly for me. Wait I think I got all of the rookie 12. Did I? OH MY GOD I ALMODT FORGOT AKAMARU I’m so sorry. Yeah Akamaru is Kiba’s dog and he goes on tour with them.

Nobody else is important to me. I mean I guess I could do some side characters.

The Sannin were a super popular band back in the day, with Jiraiya on lead vocals and the other two as backup vocals. Orochimaru was a master of guitar and any stringed instrument really. Tsunade SLAYED on drums. OH IDEA. Sakura plays drums and Sasuke is on guitar with Naruto on main vocals! But anyways the sannin have a major break up after Jiraiya decides to leave the band right after one of their biggest tours like ever, effectively cutting off the other two’s career in a band. Kaito Dan, a stage tech who is also Tsunade’s fiancé, dies in a car accident with Tsuande on the way to one of her gigs. She is too traumatized to ever sing or play on stage again. She runs off to get drunk and gamble. Orochimaru gets in good with Danzo before eventually getting cancelled (and being forced to take the blame for Danzo) when it is found he is mistreating the new talent in attempts to make a perfect singer to make them money or something I don’t know. He runs off and does small gigs but mostly pursues higher education and getting a ridiculous amount of degrees. He has the money so he just keeps getting them. I don’t know it’s funny to me. He takes on an apprentice named Kabuto and then another named Kimimaro. Is that how u spell that? Idk.

Uhmmm Minato was a really good singer but he and his fiancé died young, and while Minato had been briefly introduced to stardom it all ended when he and his fiancé died. Kushina died in labor and Minato literally died on the way home from the hospital. Super sad. Also Minato had been mentoring some kids, Kakashi and Rin and Obito. Uhm I choose for Obito to get an injury and like. Retire super early. Rin tries to make things work and then dies. I don’t know. Kakashi is traumatized but makes a successful life for himself. He becomes manager for Naruto and the other two. He also mentored Yamato and Yamato mentored Sai.

This is getting too long I’m so sorry.

#konoha 12 #sand siblings #Gaara #Temari #Kankuro #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura #uchiha sasuke #tenten #hyuuga neji #rock lee #shikamaru nara #yamanaka ino #Sai #choji akimichi #band au #au #a modern au #rock #metal #jeez so many tags I’m terrible #sannin #legendary Sannin #Orochimaru #tsunade #jiraiya #hinata hyuuga #inuzuka kiba #shino aburame #akamaru

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

hey! can i have a grishaverse matchup? i’m bisexual but i prefer men and use she/they pronouns.

personality: i’m an isfp. i’m a bit reserved at first and it takes a while for me to trust people, but once i do i’m a bit more free spirited. i’m passionate, creative, independent, stubborn, and curious. i’m very protective over the people i care about. my sense of humor is sarcastic and i like teasing people. i love reading, martial arts (i really like training with weapons and fighting), writing, piano, theater, art, singing, watching tv (mainly anime), and nature. i dabble in video games but only every now and then because i suck- like a lot. music is a really big part of me. my favorite genres are indie, soundtracks/movie scores, and rock. whenever someone mentions something i like i’ll start rambling and get carried away. my love language is a mix of intellect, quality time, and acts of service. touch is reserved for very few people and mostly in private.

appearance: i’m 5 ft tall, tan skin, dark brown eyes, and soft facial features. i have thick black shoulder length hair and choppy curtain bangs. i wear 1-2 strands of hair in small braids. i’m a bit toned and somewhat lean from training. my aesthetic is mainly citycore/academia but sometimes i’ll mix it up depending on my mood. I like to wear gold jewelry, especially rings. I don’t really wear makeup but every now and then I’ll so some simple eyeliner. i really enjoy dressing up.

thank you!!

Hi! Thanks for the request <3

I would match you with...

Nikolai Lantsov

I saw the combination of martial arts and theater, and my decision was made lol

Someone who can fight ánd appreciates his dramatics for what they are (a form of art, obviously)? Yes!

You two can have an entire conversation by just teasing each other.

Now, Nikolai is a busy guy, so you just know that when he spends time with you, he went out of his way to make time for you.

You're both creative, so I can picture him coming up with another invention and going to you to help him sort out which ideas will work and which probably won't (not that that actually stops him)

He really pays attention to what you say, even if you're just rambling about a book you liked or your favourite weapon. He listens to all of it, and he remembers, because you can bet that for your next birthday, he gets you that book you've been talking about getting for weeks

There you have it! I hope you enjoyed this, and have a wonderful day/night :)

#matchup #matchup request #request #grishaverse request #grishaverse matchup #reader insert #grishaverse x reader #nikolai lantsov

[your-dietician]

Watch Bette Midler’s Life in Looks, From Hocus Pocus to The First Wives Club

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Watch Bette Midler’s Life in Looks, From Hocus Pocus to The First Wives Club

When you think of Hollywood legends, Bette Midler certainly comes to mind. The singer-actor, who has been gracing Hollywood screens since the 1970s, has enjoyed a successful career filled with many iconic roles (including Hocus Pocus’s Winifred Sanderson, a spooky season classic). So, it was only natural that Vogue would call up the A-lister to look back on some of her favorite moments. In a new “Life in Looks” video, the star reflects on her best style moments over the years—whether on the red carpet, in films, or on the Broadway stage.

Midler began by looking back on some of her favorite film costumes over the years. Highlights included 1988’s Beaches, in which she wore “big, bold looks. Some of those costumes were my own,” says Midler. “And some of them I went to a thrift shop in Santa Monica and bought—and they were actually Cher’s old wardrobe.” The actor also has a soft spot for the witchy wears she sported in 1993’s Hocus Pocus (costumed by Mary E. Vogt). But did you know that she actually came up with her own hair and makeup? “I told my hair and makeup people that I wanted to look like the red queen in Alice and Wonderland,” says Midler. “I designed that make-up myself, and I was very proud of it.” She went on to share that wigs have proven to be especially important for her getting into character, no matter the project. “Every time I start a new picture, I start with the hair,” says Midler. “If I don’t have the hair right, I don’t have the character.”

Speaking of getting into character: Midler is also the queen of Halloween. She’s pulled off many epic costumes over the years, when she’s hosted parties through her New York Restoration Project, which cleans up parks in underserved New York communities. “I did 25 years of Halloween parties,” says Midler. “I’ve tried everything.” One of her all-time favorite costumes was in 2008, when she attended as a bloodied chef. “I got a black eye the night before the gala, so I had to adjust [my costume],” says Midler. “I sent my husband down to the uniform store to get a chef’s outfit. I’m wearing Crocs; the Crocs really sell the idea.”

Some of her most memorable ensembles have occurred at the annual Met Gala. In 2016, she attended the Manus x Machina theme in custom Marc Jacobs.  “The fabrics [with images of wheels] spoke to the [machinery] theme, and the headdress spoke to it too,” says Midler. In 2019, she attended the Camp theme with daughter Sophie Von Haselberg, both dressed in theatrical Michael Kors garb. “[Michael] wanted to do butterflies [for me] and fire for my daughter,” says Midler. Of the theme that year, Midler said it best: “Camp is an attitude, but it’s also a joyousness in the ridiculousness.”    

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[gray-skiess]

hey! can i have a mha and marauders matchup? i’m bisexual but i prefer men and use she/they pronouns.

personality: i’m an isfp. i’m a bit reserved at first and it takes a while for me to trust people, but once i do i’m a bit more free spirited. i’m passionate, creative, independent, stubborn, and curious. i’m very protective over the people i care about. my sense of humor is sarcastic and i like teasing people. i love reading, martial arts (i really like training with weapons and fighting), writing, piano, theater, art, singing, watching tv (mainly anime), and nature. i dabble in video games but only every now and then because i suck- like a lot. music is a really big part of me. my favorite genres are indie, soundtracks/movie scores, and rock. whenever someone mentions something i like i’ll start rambling and get carried away. my love language is a mix of intellect, quality time, and acts of service. touch is reserved for very few people and mostly in private.

appearance: i’m 5 ft tall, tan skin, dark brown eyes, and soft facial features. i have thick black shoulder length hair and choppy curtain bangs. i wear 1-2 strands of hair in small braids. i’m a bit toned and somewhat lean from training. my aesthetic is mainly citycore/academia but sometimes i’ll mix it up depending on my mood. I like to wear gold jewelry, especially rings. I don’t really wear makeup but every now and then I’ll so some simple eyeliner. i really enjoy dressing up.

thank you!!

hehehehe hey lovely >:) okay i’m very opinionated and for this marauders one i’ve been wanting to say this for a while so stick with me, thanks for the request and i hope you enjoy !

from my hero academia i match you with;

shoto todoroki !

y’all would be cute fr. like an awkward little couple that everyone gushes over but i love this, this was a pretty off the bat match

- poor guy wouldn’t know what to do with himself in a relationship. the only love he’s known has been from his siblings so romance is like a whole other universe to him

- you’d have to make the first move, because he doesn’t even know how to fathom the fact that he likes someone romantically, but once y’all start dating it’s so sweet and tender and shshdjdh i love it.

- picnic dates, ice skating, sparring, you name it, this man loves taking you on dates. love language is 100% quality time, but he gets so nervous too like he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable ever so he’s careful about everything he does

from marauders i match you with;

regulus black !

idk dude maybe it’s something about guys with daddy issues. but i feel like you guys would have a good time together, very much a dark academia type of romance, i got a little carried away with these tbh

- he is the one to ask you out, but not in the way you think. he asks you to play a game of wizards chess over a cup of coffee or tea, and soon it becomes a weekly thing. as far as he’s concerned y’all are in a relationship. it’s only when you bring it up does he consider the fact that dating it more than caffeinated chess games.

- he’s got a rough home life, so he likes to spend a much time with you as he can as long as he is away from his family. sometimes he’ll take you down to a stormy beach just to watch the waves roll back and forth and talk about everything and nothing.

- i feel like you’d bring the extroverted side of him out with all of your passions. with the way you talk bout your interests, it makes him want to branch out and try new things. i can imagine you teaching him how to hold and throw knives and he loves watching you do it so much that for the next gift-oriented holiday he makes sure to get you only the finest and prettiest throwing knives

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