#out of InStyle

[mafaldaknows]

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JPS knows what’s what 🫣🦃👀😂

Turkey Day (re)Hash 🦃

BTW, there are variations of this recipe all over the internet. It’s not exclusively “hers”. Maybe InStyle removed the link because she recently got caught scamming the press disguised as a “friend” and colluding with his stalker in a vicious smear campaign against Armie Hammer, and InStyle didn’t want to be associated with someone who would actively try to destroy someone’s life.

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[clouds-ike]

sorry for putting some weird mra light yagami kinnie on your dash in my defense his misogyny is so bad it’s funny

#I am deeply invested in their world view #I think it is made out of duck tape and scraps of an InStyle magazine

[nurcechapel]

I realized there were a bunch of things in my life that overlap with Spock. I'm such a sensitive person and out of fear of being hurt, I would hide my feelings a lot as a kid. That lasted into my adulthood in a lot of ways. Spock feels deeply and is very sensitive. He's grown up in this culture where he's not allowed to be like that. Being human is shameful and having emotion is shameful. There was some overlap there. I've learned a lot from him. ETHAN PECK FOR INSTYLE (2023)

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[henryxcavill]

He was also diagnosed with dyslexia at a young age, but that didn’t stop him from pursuing his dreams of being an actor. “Like anything, you learn to adapt and find ways that work for you,” he says. (...) At the beginning of filming season 2, Newton and Coughlan found out that the show would be straying from the original book order and their season was up next, which was a relief to the actor. “If we did a whole other season of him not realizing her feelings towards him, I think people would start to get slightly frustrated and think, this guy's an idiot,” he says. Luke Newton for Instyle Magazine (x)

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[makiwife]

joe burrow on obx??!!

Joe Burrow x Reader Instagram au

authors notes: face claim is Madelyn Cline. these are so fun to make lol. ooc?? all pics are from Madelyn Clines Instagram. joes pics are from his Instagram. enjoy!!

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[theesirenteller]

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.

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ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ⇶ Sons Of Anarchy

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ⇶ Jax Teller

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴇsᴛ ⇶ Bluebell Luanne Buckley (original character)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ⇶ sᴇᴛ ɪɴ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴs ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴄʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴀɴᴅʏ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ; ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʟɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɢʟʏ ᴍᴜsᴛᴀᴄʜᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇs ᴜsᴇғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇʀs. ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ sᴀᴍ ᴄʀᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʀᴀɴᴅʏ's sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ʙᴇʟʟᴇ ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ. sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴜ ᴊᴀx ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ's ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ғʀᴇsʜʟʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ.

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The Blue skies of charming seemed a little bluer, the air a little crisper, and the sun shined a little brighter. Church ended faster than Jax expected but he was thankful. He now sat in one of the booths at the back of the clubhouse. His phone was clutched in his hands as he texted away with a boyish smile on his lips. " Hey. " Opie smacked his hands against the table, catching his friend's attention. " You coming with Tig and I to the titty bar? It's free taco Tuesday so Tig's pretty excited," he said.

" Greasy tacos and beer? sounds tempting but nah man, I've got plans. " Jax grinned as he stood up. Before Opie could question him further, The bubbly blonde rushed out of the clubhouse.

Today was Thursday. Which meant it was the one day a week that Jax and Bluebell got to have an afternoon date. And this time it was Jax's turn to pick their date destination. Some Instyle magazine at the gas station he'd passed stated women liked being pampered by their boyfriends. The list was long, stating different ways that a guy could pamper and spoil their girl. One option stood out to him…a salon trip. Jax had been to the salon only a handful of times with his mother and that was when he was a child. Gemma kept the same style at the Charming Salon. He didn't pay much attention to who attended and who didn't. This time around he passed by often and noticed that no one that had Bluebell's hair texture ever attended the salon. The few biracial and black women who went by the salon always came out with straightened hair. No fancy styles or anything he'd seen in Seventeen, AMINA, and Sister to Sister magazines at the gas station on the outskirts of town.

So Jax got creative. He surfed the web and came across a salon called Afrolicious Beauties. The website had ' Black Owned Business since 1961' and had endless amounts of photos of diverse black women with various hair textures and styles. The prices weren't outrageous either. So it didn't take Jax much longer after that to make an appointment for Bell. He loved her curly fro but was curious to see how she would look in a different hairstyle and he hoped she'd enjoy the pampering. The sunkissed biker wasn't sure what to exactly ask for but after a long conversation with a woman named Annie on the opposite end of the line; a deep conditioner and silk press were booked.

Bluebell finished her shift and bid her cousin Duggie goodbye before she sat outside awaiting her boyfriend. She wore a mid-length beige floral dress that had a square-lace embroidered neckline. The flowers on the dress were colored in rose pink with hints of periwinkle, and some touches of melon green. lace trim scattered around the bottom hem of the dress that stopped a few inches above her ankles. The dress had been her mother's and it was one of many that she found in the storage shed. her cowboy boots tapped against the wooden porch floor as she waited. Soon enough the familiar rumbling of a motorcycle engine filled her ears causing a smile to form across her face. Bluebell stood up on her feet and walked off the porch just as Jax rolled up in front of her.

The two smiled at one another like two love-struck fools the moment their eyes met. " Hey there beautiful, you need a ride? " The blonde flirted. His hand extended out.

" I would love to, thank you. " she giggled. her hand grasping onto his own as she got on the back of his bike. Bluebell snuggled his helmet onto her head and locked the clasp shut before wrapping her arms around his waist.

" Oh, Honeybee, you're wearing the shirt! You look so handsome! '' Bluebell gushed from behind him as she hugged him close. A few days prior she'd sewed him a light blue and white flannel that he currently wore. It truly did bring out the vibrancy of the blue in his eyes.

Tilting his head to the side, he had stolen a tender peck from her lips. " Thanks, babe," he replied. Jax loved it and knowing she'd made it special for him made his heart warm. He smiled like a kid on Christmas and waited until their date to wear it.

It felt like they were flying. Jax sped out of charming like a bat out of hell. The route was much different than their usual one and Bluebell sat wide-eyed in the back of him. The sun didn't seem to bother and the air felt like a kiss from god, soft and gentle.

The two soon arrived at a train station. Located by a long railway near the border of the highway eight miles away from Charming. Bluebell's eyes filled with inquisitive eagerness at the sight. A small barn-like area sat a few feet away from it where a handful of cars and bikes were parked. Jax averted his bike in that direction. Parking in Section Seven, spot 2B. A small coin slot machine sat in front of the spot. The farmer girl had gotten off first and Jax followed suit.

" We're taking a train," Bluebell stated. Excitement bounced off her words as she looked up at him.

" Yeah, babe. I told you I'd be taking us on an adventure. " he grinned.

After placing a toll fee of six dollars for three hours, Jax's bike was securely locked in. His arm draped around Bluebell's shoulder as he nuzzled her close to his side. The way walked the short distance to the station. Jax led them to the high platform where a total of eight people were. Bluebell hadn't asked where they were going, she was all for surprises and wanted to enjoy the ride.

" Thanks, Honeybee. '' she smiled. soon placing an adorning kiss on the side of his jaw. During their late-night hangouts and conversations about any and everything, she had mentioned wanting to ride a train. She'd seen the train in the movie Harry Potter once as a child and thought it'd be swell to experience that one day for herself.

" Don't mention it babe. " he hummed. A bashful blush scorched his cheeks as she hugged him tightly. The way she looked at him like he was a knight in shining armor or some prince. It made his throat go dry and the hair at the back of his neck sweatily smacked to his skin.

The loud tooting of the train engine caught the couple's attention and excitement sparkled in both of their eyes as it approached. " Train to Solana Beach approaching the station, please stand away from the platform edge." a robotic voice said through the speakers.

The couple stood close beside each other as the train came to a stop before Bluebell eagerly rushed in. Her hand tugged Jaxs as she went down the aisle. Singular and double seats were on either side of the aisle, painted in blue and cream-colored leather. Once located in the middle cart, a mischievous smile formed across Jax's lips. He swept his arms around her waist and with a swift motion tackled them both into a random double seat. a loud squeak and laugh escaped Bluebell's lips causing a few looks from bypassers to be shot their way.

" One of these days yuh ' gon break me in half Jax. I ain't some rag doll yuh' can mangle around. " Bluebell hissed. A faux upset glare on her face as her hands smacked against his arms. His goofy smile made her mirror him.

He said nothing. His eyes were wide with enlarged dilated pupils. Creases formed at the corner of his lids. Cheeks, ears, and neck kissed with the shade rouge red. The promise that she would be his forever laid within her mocha eyes. No words were needed. Jax nuzzled his nose against the side of her cheek, his rough hands cradled the side of her neck. Bluebell's scent reminded him of the strawberry milkshakes she drank religiously. Soft and airy yet sweet almost like strawberries covered in creamy vanilla with powdered sugar. How she always smelt so good remained a mystery to him. He knew the details of how she loved concocting oil in her kitchen but good lord. his lips pressed gently against the crease of her exposed collarbone.

Jax's acts of adornment made Bluebell's heart flutter. She never felt this feeling of being loved and safe before. Was she living in a fairytale? How had she become a princess? She felt more than a farm girl in his arms. Bluebell felt like the girls she'd seen in sappy afternoon Hallmark movies. Jax gave her a feeling that could only be described as seeing the sun for the first time, that feeling shook her down to her core. She breathed him in. Drank in his affection. Craved the taste of cigarettes and bitter beer on his lips. Needed his heavenly smile and sapphire eyes to settle on her for Bluebell to function properly. This had to be love. Love was pure. Love was unexplainable. Love was strange. Love was invincible. Love was feeling like the only two people in the world. Love wasn't real, it was something that you could touch. It was an emotion that came as easy as breathing. Love felt freeing. And by god Bluebell Buckley felt all of that and more that couldn't be put into words for Jax.

Her warm arms embraced him, wrapped around his shoulders with her chest pressed against his. Tender kisses were stolen from one another. The two only pulled away to laugh or for Jax to show their tickets to the aisle clerk. His arm draped over her dress-covered thighs as they two looked out the window. Ever since he and Bluebell had gotten together Jax had gotten a chance to venture outside of Charming for fun instead of for club business. Girls were hot in every city or town but none compared to his Bell. A Samcrow member from Washington he'd met on the road had no problem gushing about how great his old lady was. Jax remembered the twenty-six-year-old man saying " It's nice to be married. You slutty fuckers are missing out. "

Jax and Bluebell weren't married and despite laughing alongside his brothers, Jax could relate to an extent. Despite not being sure of the future or worrying about it, one thing Jackson knew was that Bluebell would be his old lady. He couldn't imagine marrying anyone else. Who else would make him feel this way? Jax could bet a hundred dollars not even his parents experienced this type of love. Where being touch starved never existed. Never feeling angry and always being happy was all there was.

Twenty minutes later the young couple arrived at Palm Tree Paradise. The city was diverse, families of different ethnicities walked the streets. The scent of different spices and food vibrantly roamed the air. Bluebell grasped Jax's hand as she walked closely beside him with a smile on her lips and wanderlust in her eyes. The pair passed a series of small shops that sold everything from clothing to trinkets to hair accessories and food. Everything was so colorful and pastel. Jax eyed a leather apparel shop as they passed by it. Both men's and women's apparel was displayed and the various cuts and styles caught his attention.

They'd passed by a few more shops before arriving at the hair salon. The display on the outside of the salon was bright purple. Bluebell looked through the shop window before looking up at Jax with a confused expression. " Surprise babe. I booked you a salon appointment. figured some pampering outside of Charming would be fun. " he grinned.

Like a child being given a puppy Bluebell squealed and hugged him " Aww Suga! Thanks, Honeybee. " They both hugged and laughed.

" Don't thank me yet babe. Wait until it's all done. " He replied as he took her hand in his own, going inside.

" This is gonna be so fun. " Bluebell whispered to herself from behind him. She practically hopscotched into the shop.

The place was lively. Various plants scattered around the purple-colored salon. Fancy leather chairs and the speakers played Erykah Badu's On & On, giving the shop a more cozy and tranquil feel to it. The place smelled of Lavender and Sage mixed with the smokey scent of flat irons and floor cleaner. The woman at the front desk was beautiful. Smooth golden brown skin with honey blonde hair, busty and built curvy. She had a phone placed against her ear and smiled at the pair.

" Hi! I'm Bluebell. " Bell greeted cheerfully. Her smile is bright and welcoming. Her accent is heavy.

" I'm Jax, I'm looking for Annie. I booked an appointment for 2;30. " Jax spoke up from beside her.

" I'm Annie. Nice to meet y'all. " The hairstylist smiled. her attention was directed to Bluebell `` Are you from Georgia? Your accent is adorable. "

" I am! Have you been there ma'am? " Bluebell replied. She and Jax followed behind Annie as she led them through the busy shop. Bluebell waved at a few people who stared at them.

" Mhm. I've got family all up and through there. Have a seat, honey. " Annie replied as she patted the salon chair at the washing station.

Jax already felt a bit out of place due to pure boredom. Also, he was thirsty since the ride was long and the drinks on board were overpriced. As Bluebell took a seat, he asked her " Hey Bell you good here? I'm gonna go get a drink and check out this shop I saw. Do you want anything? "

She looked up at him as a black cape was placed over her " Mhm. I'll be alright. Anything sugary be fine, maybe a strawberry milkshake. " she replied.

A smile spread across his lips as the golden-haired biker smiled and swiftly pecked her lips. " Strawberry milkshake got it. text me if you need me," he reassured. When she nodded in agreement he strolled out the shop.

" He's a cutie girl and damn sure seems smitten with you. " Annie commented. " How long y'all been together? " she asked as she began washing Bluebell's thick coils in cool water. Annie started the wash with a rosemary clarifying shampoo and sea salt scalp scrub.

Bluebell closed her eyes and smiled with glee as she began to enjoy the service. " Thank you, ma'am. We've been together for a month and three days. Jax is the cutest boy I ever did see. Cutest in our town. " she said. pride in her voice.

Annie chuckled to herself. Young love was so sweet. " Cutest in town huh? That ain't hard to believe. Where are y'all from anyway? "

" Mhm. We're from Charming. " The moment she said the name, a few women in the shop stopped talking.

" Oh, chile hell no. I heard from my cousin Ricky that them redneck Aryan warriors live there. Them fools are dangerous and love to skin and do all types of fucked up shit to black folks. " An older woman spoke up with a head shake.

" I hope your man is protected girl cause them fools get batshit crazy when they see one of their own with a sista. " Another hairstylist said.

" Oh geez. Well, Jax is well protected. I don't live too deep into town. I live with my uncle and cousin on our ranch. '' Bluebell reassured them. The conversation continued and jumped to various topics. Bluebell was given a deeply nourishing coconut and honey hot oil treatment whilst the ladies all chit-chatted.

Meanwhile, Jax went into the leather shop he'd been eyeing. It was a second-hand rare-find shop. The small space was filled to the brim with various pieces and a lot of them reminded him of jackets and vests his dad owned. A particular jacket caught his eye. It was black with a glossed shine of midnight blue with skull patches, a lucky 18 patch, and a 'skull's island forever' engravement on the back. Jax was sure this was the exact jacket his father John owned before he died. Six months before to be exact.

" That one's forty bucks. ten percent off if you buy a second jacket. '' the shop owner said from behind him.

Jax turned around with the jacket in hand and faced the man who looked to be in his sixties. " Where'd you get it from? " Jax asked.

" Somewhere in Ireland a few months ago. This chick I was shacking up with had a ton of pieces like that she got rid of. " The elderly man informed him.

Jax sucked in a breath as he nodded. " I'll take it." he agreed. '` Where are your women's jackets? " He was soon directed to a rack a few feet away. The bright pastel colors or tacky writing like 'Sex on legs' writing on the back of the jackets made him want to vomit. He kept swiping through the racks until one in particular caught his eye.

'Total badass' Jax thought to himself as he picked it up. Cropped, midnight black genuine leather with customized silver bullet-shaped studs covering the whole exterior. Bigger spikes stuck out of the wrist and shoulder area. It was fairly small and the size inside read ' medium '. It may fit slightly oversized on Bluebell but Jax was positive it was made for her. His girl would be the hottest babe in Charming riding out the back of his bike with a jacket like that. Excitement bubbled within him as he nearly drooled imagining her in nothing but it on and maybe her cowgirl boots. He quickly brought both to the front counter.

" Ah, nice choice. " The owner commented. " Eighty bucks kid," he added.

Jax dropped four twenty dollar bills onto the counter with a smirk " Pleasure doing business with you. '' Once the items were bagged, Jax collected them and left. He walked along the boardwalk searching for an ice cream place but stumbled across a bar instead. Sending a handsome smile to a few blondes that smiled his way, he entered the bar. It was a small place that looked like a cramped cabana. people his and Bluebell's age all hand beers and fruity-looking drinks in hand.

He took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a beer. His ocean-blue eyes fell to the menu that was tapped to the counter. a drink called ' Blueberry Blaster' stood out to him. It consisted of cream soda, rum, blue Curacao, and blueberry syrup with vanilla soft serve on top with pineapple pieces. Sounded super sugary and Jax was sure Bluebell would like it.

When the bartender who looked no older than twenty-five slid Jax the beer, Jax ordered two of the Blueberry Blasters to go. A busty bleach-blonde babe with orange-tanned skin soon sat beside him as he took his first sip. " Haven't seen you around here before. You're a sight for sore eyes. '' she purred with a low raspy voice.

As Jax turned his attention towards her, the blonde slipped her wide-framed pink shades onto her head. Her natural pale skin circled her eye area which badly contrasted the orange tone of her tan. Shimmery red lipstick on her lips.

" Wish I could say the same. " He replied as he stood up from his stool. His drinks were brought to him packaged in a cardboard carrier. Jax slipped his total of twenty bucks onto the counter. Smiling at the blonde who shot him an icy glare before he left.

Jax prayed Bluebell was done or near done. He hated the smell of burning irons. His mother's flat iron stuck up in the bathroom often. He set the carrier on a bench a few stops away from the salon and took a seat. The eighteen-year-old enjoyed his beer as he watched the ocean waves. The chilled beverage quenched his thirst as Jax thought of how cool it'd be to live on the beach and enjoy beers like this while working on his bike. Then later on when the sun would go down he and Bluebell would enjoy dinner on some patio somewhere nice. ' a man can dream ' he sighed to himself, finishing his beer in two more gulps. His phone vibrated in his pocket and once he fished it out he read over a few texts. two from Gemma telling him to not forget to bring home salsa and guac. one from Opie asking what he was doing and the latest one was Bluebell telling him she was done.

Jax swaggered his way to the salon and once going inside Annie greeted him first at the front counter. " She's in the restroom. " Annie informed.

" Thanks. " He smiled before paying the tab.

"Honey Bee!" He was caught off guard by tightly being hugged from the side by his bubbly babe. Jax turned and returned the hug before taking a step back. It was then he stopped breathing. His sapphire eyes grew wide and his mouth gasped as he eyed her. Bluebell looked like an absolute bombshell! Her dark brown almost black colored hair was blown out in layers that stopped at the middle of her arms, just above her elbows. The fluffy full waves framed her baby face and Jax thought he'd pass out right there. Abruptly Jax picked her up with his arms wrapped around her thighs as his lips crashed into hers. Bluebell released a giggle against his lips as the women around them awed and some clapped. Her hands cupped his face as their lips moved against one another sweetly… Jax's lips caressed hers with a meaningful peck as he carefully set her down " You look like an angel Bell. " he complimented. His words are adorned with tenderness. " No need to give me a heart attack. Jax joked earning a smack to his arm.

" Here you go bein full of cow poop again. '' Bluebell giggled. " Thanks, baby. " she expressed it genuinely. Bluebell waved goodbye to everyone and promised to come by and see them again before she and Jax left.

His arm was around her shoulder as he walked proudly beside her. " These look yummy! " Bluebell commented as she held their drinks. Jax led her to the bench he once occupied and Bell sat on his lap. " What are they ? " she asked.

" They're called Blueberry Blasters. They've got vanilla ice cream, pineapple bits, blueberry syrup, and uh…" He paused before finishing. " They've got liquor. Remember those wine coolers we tried last week? '' When she nodded he proceeded, " Something like that but a little stronger babe. "

Bluebell had only drunk once before and those were merely coolers after a late-night trip to Dairy Queen. They tasted good but were a little strong and made her feel all hot on the inside. These looked much more tasty. " Okay. '' As long as Jax was by her side, the farmer girl felt confident and open to try new things like this. Popping open the plastic spoon-straw contraption from its wrapper, she took one of the drinks into her hands. Jax watched as Bluebell sipped slowly. Her pupils expanded as the sugary sweet beverage went down her throat. Sweet, and fruity, and the bitterness of the alcohol was barely there. Masked by a sprite-like fizzle effect. " It's so good. '' she smiled as soon as she pulled her lips from the straw. Bluebell followed it up with spoonfuls of the soft serve. Jax chuckled in response before Bluebell shared hers with him. And even he could admit it was good. The pair got back on the train just before the sun was ready to set. Cuddled up in each other's arms with gleeful smiles plastered across their lips.

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Ch 13 - The Runway Job

Series Rewrite Masterlist 

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: With Tara being a new crew member, they take to the runway at Fashion Week to get back at local sweatshop owners.

Words: 4562

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Before the next job we, minus Tara and Nate, video called Sophie.

“He says he’s cool with it, but you know how he is,” Hardison said. 

“And the way she introduced herself?” Parker said, “That was a smooth con.”

Eliot shook his head, “Yeah, but it didn’t exactly build trust.” 

I nodded along, agreeing with what they were saying, but I didn’t have much to add. To be honest, I still wasn’t sure how I felt about Tara and her being here. 

“Look,” Sophie said, “We didn’t get along when we first started… Eliot, how long did it take before you trusted me?”

I heard Eliot deliberately take in a breath.

“Eliot? You do trust me, don’t you?”

“That’s not the point, Sophie,” he deflected. “If Nate doesn’t like this chick, then it’s not gonna work.” I noticed that his southern accent slipped to be a bit thicker as he replied a bit flustered.

“Yeah, which is why you have to get him on board,” Sophie replied. “Look, you need a grifter. The last time one of you tried to grift,” she looked around and lowered her voice, “you wound up kidnapped by Russians.”

I cleared my throat and sent a pointed look towards Hardison. Eliot and Parker made their accusations more vocally. Hardison did not seem to appreciate it, but he deserved it. 

“Listen to me,” Sophie redirected, “Tara Cole is the best. I wouldn’t have sent her if I didn’t trust her, and I know you’re gonna love her, so… Just give her a chance.”

Eliot turned to Hardison, “She is hot.” 

“Very hot,” Hardison agreed. 

I waved my head in mild agreement, because she was, but rolled my eyes at their necessity to point it out. 

“Hot,” Parker said. We all gave her a look. That was not the expected response from her. She caught onto the tension quickly, “Cold? Why are we staring?”

Sophie moved on, “Yeah, I’m not saying to throw her at him, I’m just saying get him on board. He doesn’t always know what’s good for him, and if he does, he doesn’t do anything about it!” She was clearly getting frustrated, “He just lets it walk straight out the door, and…”

I nodded in agreement as she ranted. He did tend to do that. 

“Like… all the way to Europe?” Eliot asked with a swing in his voice. 

Sophie gave us a soft smile, “Just do it for me, alright? So I don’t have to worry about you.”

Nate and Tara walked in the door then, so Hardison and Eliot scampered away because we all knew damn well that we weren’t supposed to call Sophie. Parker and I stayed put for a moment longer.

“I just miss you,” Parker said. 

“And she’ll never be you,” I added before Sophie logged off with a soft smile, before Nate could see.

We then all sat down in the living room, Parker tossing the remote to Hardison, and Nate predictably standing in the front of the room. 

“Okay, run it.”

“Gloria and Russel Pan,” Hardison began. “Self made millionaires, they built their fortune off a company that produces cheap knock offs of the latest fashions.”

“The bargain bin has been pretty good to them, I’d say, with, you know, the nice car, giant house in the rich neighborhood, etcetera etcetera,” I added since I helped do a bit of research. “Gloria works in the factory making the designs. Russel is the business side of things, accounting, and works with the partners in China.”

“Okay, Gloria designs the clothes. Does she have any training?” Nate asked. 

“She did a correspondence course with a fashion school,” Hardison answered. “And she subscribes to all the magazines: Vogue, InStyle, Fashion & Style…”

“She submitted to Project Runway,” I said. 

“Last year?” Parker asked. 

“Last three years,” Hardison corrected. 

“Okay,” Nate said with finality, “That’s our way in. We’re gonna sell, Gloria Pan…” Nate pointed to Tara. 

“Her dream,” she answered. “Yeah, no, I get it.” She stood up to stand at the front of the room next to Nate, “I mean, the word ‘con’ comes from confidence, right? So we gotta build her confidence, make her think she’s the greatest designer in the world.”

“There you go,” Nate commented. 

“How?” Eliot asked gruffly. 

“How?” Nate paused, and smiled. “We need a Caprina.” Then he walked away in his usual fashion. 

“What does that mean?” Tara asked, watching as he walked away, “So he just says things and walks away?”

“Yeah…” Parker said.

“That’s something you’re gonna have to get used to, I’m afraid,” I mentioned. 

Tara looked at me, somewhat confused, “How did you turn out normal?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but wasn’t sure how to, so shut it again. Was that a compliment? A back handed one?

“She’s a survivor,” Eliot answered for me, with a smile.

Parker and Hardison stood and left, in a somewhat Nate fashion. Eliot stretched out a bit, placing his arms on the back of the couch, one of them behind me. Tara still looked confused about the whole situation, but left without another word. 

I turned to Eliot, “Thanks.”

He glanced at me, “No problem.” There was a beat of silence before he reached for the remote that Hardison had tossed on the couch. “Let’s see what games are on.”

“Ah, got a juice up on some manly stuff before all the fashion stuff for the job?” I laughed. 

“Please, I thought you liked sports,” he scoffed, “besides, like you’re into all the fashion stuff anyway.”

“I mean, sometimes,” I tried to defend.

He deliberately looked me up and down, “Uh huh, your clothes are probably between five to ten years old.”

“Ah ha!” I exclaimed as if I had caught him, “This t-shirt? Vintage.”

He laughed, “Uh huh, yeah, really proving your point there, sweetheart.”

I gave a playful ‘whatever’ to which he nudged me.

“Shut up and watch, they’re about to score.”

Later, we had to set up a little photo studio in the corner. Parker took pictures of Tara in some clearly fashion-y clothes and I photoshopped her onto a Fashion & Style magazine cover. I sent it over to Hardison to do the final formatting where he printed it off and actually made the physical magazine. It was a nice little assembly line. 

Parker then was able to strategically plant the magazine in the Pans’ house, setting up some cameras while she was there. We were able to watch as Gloria discovered Tara as Caprina to be the next big fashion designer through the magazine and the various voiceovers we added to celebrity news channels. 

Eliot and Tara went to set the hook and invite Gloria to Fashion Week. It was deemed successful, leading us to prepare for sneaking in ourselves. Parker, understandably, did not want to play dress-up, so she went in as a production assistant, slipping our passes and names on the guest list. She was also there to swipe anything, if need be. 

The rest of us dressed up to be fashion people, with Nate going particularly crazy with small round glasses, fingerless gloves, and a red fan. Hardison just went with a classic shirt and jacket that was deliberately untidy with some fur additions, and Tara with an all black ensemble. I used the occasion as an excuse to buy something a little nicer and a bit frilly. I normally couldn’t justify myself buying something like this, but I liked it and thought I would use it beyond just this job should the opportunity arise. 

I walked into fashion week next to Eliot who wore his hair down, glasses and a white shirt with plenty of accessories. I could tell his eyes were lingering on the models which didn’t bother me as much as I would have thought. I mean, who could blame him? I wasn’t sure why I was thinking about this anyway, it’s not like I wanted any attention anyway.

We set ourselves up next to a runway where some models were practicing their walks, Tara occasionally speaking up to ‘correct’ something. Eliot brought Gloria over and everyone was introduced. Hardison and I were fashion magazine editors and Nate was Caprina’s sponsor. Gloria handed over her designs for Hardison and I to look over.

“Oh no no no,” Nate cried after reading a text. 

“What what?” Tara asked. 

“My young designer who was going to be at the newcomer showcase at the end of fashion week, arrested!”

“Drugs in the car?” Hardison asked simply. 

“No, hooker in the hotel.”

“That is unfortunate,” I commented, looking over Hardison’s shoulder as he thumbed through Gloria’s portfolio. 

“He was to be my great discovery,” Nate lamented. “I don’t know what to do. What that boy could do with a buckle…”

I noticed Gloria perk up beside us. What a coincidence that every one of her designs incorporated heinous amounts of buckles.

Nate continued to have a meltdown of what in the world he was going to do while the rest of us quietly encouraged him to have Gloria take the spot. He finally agreed to see some of her other designs, so off Nate, Tara, and Eliot went to the factory with Gloria. Hardison decided to go back to the apartment at this point, back to run all the technical stuff. I decided to stick around Fashion Week for a bit, learning, wandering, just in case something came up. 

Everybody was running around rushing to make sure everything was perfect and in order for the upcoming shows. I quietly took note of what fashions I liked and disliked and which designer’s areas to avoid. I eventually found a quiet corner to people-watch, opening up the sketchbook I brought to finish the character. I absentmindedly doodled and sketched while also listening through comms to the others at Gloria’s office, trying to close the deal. That was until a PA walked up to me with a can of sparkling water.

“Here’s that drink you ordered,” he said, offering it to me. 

I shook my head, “Oh no, I didn’t order anything.”

“Well, take it anyway,” he insisted.

“You better get that to whoever actually ordered it, I personally don’t want to witness another meltdown,” I replied, shuddering as I remembered what some of the designers were doing in their stress. 

“What if I said that I lied and just wanted an excuse to talk to you?”

That stopped me. I looked at him curiously. He was wearing all black like the rest of the PAs, and relatively good looking. Nothing like the models walking around, but nothing to scoff at either. 

I hesitantly took the can from him, “Okay…”

“Does he need to be scared off?” Eliot asked through comms.

“Sorry,” the PA said, “that probably came off a bit strange.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied to both of them. “I’m a little surprised you’re not rushing around like everyone else.”

“There’s a little break with my responsibilities for a minute. I could say the same to you though.”

“Different priorities, I’m in between editorial appointments,” I replied easily, just keeping with my cover, “Not enough time to go anywhere though.”

He nodded. There was a beat before he said, “I, uh, like your look. And it doesn’t seem like you’re as pompous as most of the people walking around here. ”

I quickly straightened my clothes a little, “Oh, thank you. It’s a bit simple,” I said, referring to some of the other looks I saw walking around.

“And better than a lot of stuff here. Unfortunately for them-” he paused, listening to his headset. “Sorry, I’ve got to go.”

I checked the time, “No worries, I should go too. Thanks for this,” I said, raising the drink.

He nodded and smiled before running away to do whatever was needed. 

I smiled to myself, looking myself over. Maybe I did okay after all. Eliot took my spot at Fashion Week not long after. He came over after dropping the money off with Hardison. I was gathering my stuff to leave when he approached me. 

“Hey, everything okay?” I asked him once he arrived. 

“Yeah, it’s great,” he replied quickly. “That guy…” He trailed off as if fishing for info. 

“He was fine,” I assured.

“Good. Good,” he slid his hands in his pockets. “I did want to say, earlier, that you look nice.”

I smiled, not hiding the blush that rose to my cheeks, I was sure, but it could be attributed to the warm atmosphere with the stage lights and everyone running around. “Thanks, you look pretty good yourself.”

He raised his eyebrows and looked down at his outfit, “Really? I’m not sure about, uh… any of this… fashion stuff.”

“Could have fooled me,” I nudged him as I walked past him to leave, “and try not to flirt with too many models, okay?”

I heard as he stuttered a bit behind me, but didn’t actually answer.

I got back to Nate’s apartment around the same time everyone else did. Apparently Tara and Nate had a fight over how much money to squeeze out of the Pans’, a tension I could almost feel in the room. Nate demanded the earbud back from her right before he took Parker to follow up on a phone call Gloria left for Nate that abruptly cut off. They went to the Pans’ house, and Eliot was told to leave Fashion Week and check out the factory. He was not happy.

“What did I say about the models, Eliot?” I said. 

He sighed, “Just… whatever, I’m going.”

Hardison and I stayed at the apartment, checking where Gloria might have moved funds and her car GPS. 

Tara went to leave since she wasn’t doing anything here. 

“Hey,” I said before she walked out, “Sorry about Nate. He just likes to know all the factors and angles. He just doesn’t know you yet. Not that it’s an excuse.”

She just gave a nod at me before leaving. She had an unreadable expression which I didn’t think much about. 

Hardison started tracking the Pans’ car right when Nate and Parker arrived at their house. The car was pulling away when we heard an explosion on comms. It was loud enough that we determined it was the house since the car was still driving. 

Nate groaned, “Okay, what do we know?”

“Someone targeted the Pans,” Parker replied loudly. Their ears were probably ringing. 

“Yeah, I’m with you on that.”

“And the silver sedan that pulled out right before the explosion, it belongs to the Pans. I recognize it.”

“So, either they got away, or the people who did this got away in the Pans’ car, and the Pans didn’t. Uh, Hardison-”

“Already on it,” Hardison responded. “The Pans’ car just got on the I-95 heading south.”

“Okay, I need to see who’s in the car. Can you get me a visual?”

“Do I look like I have a helicopter?”

“A simple yes or no,” Nate said. 

“I might, might be able to get a photo of a traffic camera, but… I would have to time it just right based on the car’s rate of speed.”

“Listen to me, a car’s driving eighty miles an hour, how long does it take to get to a camera a mile away, seventh grade algebra, Hardison.”

Hardison rolled his eyes and looked at me.

“Yeah, I never got a break in math,” I replied. “But there’s multiple cameras right? You can get a couple chances?”

Hardison tilted his head side to side, somewhat agreeing with me. 

“The husband said they had partners,” Nate said softer.

“Forty-five seconds,” Parker responded.

“What?” Nate asked.

“That’s the answer, forty-five seconds.”

“Oh…”

While Hardison worked on getting the timing right, Eliot piped in from the factory. 

“Nate, I got bank statements here listing Sunbright Holdings as a joint account holder with the Pans’…” He trailed off. 

“Can you show me that?” Tara’s voice came through the comms.

“Oh, that’s where she went,” I said, mostly to myself. 

“What’s she doing there?” Nate asked. 

“Wait, tell Nate that I know these corporate ID prefix is from Shanghai!” She shouted through the comms, making them squeal. 

“They pick up,” Eliot said through gritted teeth, “you don’t have to yell!”

“Just tell him.”

I was working on my laptop that was linked with some of Hardison’s software where I pulled up the camera feed from the cameras we planted there. “Hey, I’ve got the camera feed before the explosion… There’s quite a few guys there, here, I’ll send it to you.”

“Who’s planting that bomb?” Nate asked. “Eliot, Tara, get out of there!”

I heard all four of them start to dash off before Eliot said, “Nate, I’ve got three guys here.”

I turned to Hardison to see if he knew what was going on and who we were dealing with, but he was focused on his own computer. 

“Armed with cleavers,” Eliot continued. “That’s the signature of The Triad.”

“The Triads, yeah, we’re a minute away,” Nate responded. 

“The Chinese Triads?” Parker asked.

“Yeah, they control the global counterfeit clothing market,” Nate explained. “Worth billions to them, even more than narcotics.” 

“So we didn’t take money from the Pans, we took money from these guys, is what I’m hearing,” I said.

“And the last person holding their cash, was Eliot,” Nate said. 

I listened to comms as Eliot tried to keep Tara safe, which she didn’t appreciate, but it sounded like they both took care of themselves. At least, I didn’t hear any painful noises from them. 

“Nate, I just got a shot of the Pans’ car,” Hardison said as he pulled it up on the big screen. “Gloria’s traveling solo. I guess Russell didn’t make it out, the poor bastard got blown to bits.”

“Yeah, Russell Pan handles the finances,” Nate said. “Did you do a full background check on Russell Pan?” He then instructed Parker to stay behind, to be the getaway car. 

“Of course we did,” Hardison assured. He listed all the documents and data we got on him to prove that he is Russell Pan. 

“Yeah, but did we make sure that Russell Pan isn’t anybody else as well?”

I looked at Hardison, to distinguish between the two. He sighed an ‘ah, hell,’ before pulling up facial recognition. I guess it was to not just search for names, because that could narrow the search too much, and miss something. 

When the facial recognition finished, I swore to myself.

“Guys, guys, I just got a hit on an Interpol database,” Hardison said. “Russell Pan’s face matches a Nicholas Chow, Chinese national, works for the Sun Yee On Triad, counterfeit clothing, blackmarket, he’s known for burying his enemies alive. This is a bad dude.”

I looked back at my computer, trying to think if there was anything else I could do to help when I watched the camera feed again. “Uh, one other thing,” I said as I watched, “I don’t think he’s dead.” Hardison looked over at my screen. “He was there when the bomb was planted, like, helping.”

“No kidding,” Nate said, presumably as or after he entered the factory where more members of the Triad were. He switched into his character’s accent when greeting everyone, and softly commented that they had guns. “The last time I saw you we were here for business meeting with your wife. Yah, this is all big misunderstanding?”

“That cow of a wife gave you something of mine,” Russell said. “Fifty thousand dollars U.S.”

“Yah, this was for a show,” Nate said, “This was business, eh.”

“Twenty years,” Russell said exasperatedly, “I carried her. I brought over the cheap labor from China, I supplied the Asian markets, all she had to do was copy the fashions. No, you sold the woman a ridiculous dream. So I had to get rid of her.”

“What a douchebag,” I said before I could stop myself. Hardison gave me a look. “You know, along with being a murderous criminal and all that.”

“Now, I’m responsible to my superiors for that money,” Russell continued, obviously not hearing my comment. “Where is it?”

“Guys, sit tight,” Hardison said, grabbing the bundle of money that Gloria gave us, “Tell Chow, or Pan–pot skillet– whatever his name is, that is money is on the way, it’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Well, uh, we don’t have the money,” Nate said instead. “The money is gone, yah, we spent it on the vendors for Gloria’s show, yah.”

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Hardison then emphasized, “I’m on my way, with the money.”

“Yah, and there’s no reason to do anything, or go anywhere because, puh, the money is gone,” he repeated. 

“I think he heard you loud and clear,” I said to Hardison, not liking this situation any better than he did. “Nate, come on, what are you doing?”

Russell gave an order, in presumably Chinese, and Nate started to backtrack a little bit. 

“Listen to me one second before, what if I was able to give you something worth much more than the fifty thousand dollars, what if I was able to give you the designs for next fall’s collections today? Yah, that’s right. Get your factories turning out knockoffs way before the competition. This would be worth millions to you in additional revenue, millions!” 

I could tell Nate was thinking very hard to make this work, his accent wasn’t as thick as before, but luckily he was able to keep up the act as it seemed to catch Russell’s interest. 

“And how are you going to do this?”

“We have access to the Fashion Week, uh, shows. I mean, I can get you Julian to steal a major designer’s designs,” Nate offered up Eliot to steal it. 

“So, I let you go,” Russell seemed to laugh, “you run to the police, and I get nothing! No deal.”

I paced the floor as Nate tried to say something to save it when Tara offered herself as collateral, which Nate quickly refused. He tried to reason that he wouldn’t go to the police, we had no evidence, we couldn’t escape them anyway, etc etc. 

Unfortunately, Russell agreed to keep Tara anyway in exchange for the designs. He gave Nate one hour. 

“I’m telling you,” Tara said, “get him what he wants. It’s just fifty grand, huh? That’s what this is about, five oh, capish? Five oh.”

“Yah…” Nate said hesitantly, “Julien, let’s go, uh…”

Hardison and I waited until everyone got back, without Tara. 

“We could have just given Russell the money,” Hardison said. 

“If we had given him the money,” Nate replied, “we would have gone back to the client with nothing.”

“Cuz that’s what it’s about,” Eliot said, “a chance to run a con on the Triads on the fly. You put Tara’s life in danger to take down a bigger target.”

“Listen, it’s one thing for Florence and those other women to owe money to some local sweatshop. You want them in debt to the Triads the rest of their lives?” Nate asked. 

“You wouldn’t have left Sophie there,” Parker pointed out. 

“Listen, I know what I’m doing,” Nate insisted, “I got it under control, alright? We have less than an hour, we need some designer’s plans, we gotta get-”

“Hold on,” Hardison said as he typed on his computer. “Okay, there’s one show left today, Andre V has a hip hop couture line.”

“Great, perfect,” Nate pointed at Eliot, Parker, and I, “go get those plans.”

We didn’t have to be told twice as we dashed off, back to Fashion Week. Unfortunately for us, because of a ‘security breach’ earlier, we couldn’t get in without IDs. According to the chick at the security checkpoint, the only things getting through were models and clothes. Which led us to where we were now, arguing about clothes. 

Parker couldn’t get over the impracticality of them as a thief, but finally offered up a black piece of clothing with red-ish orange trim. 

“The A-line drape of the empire waist is nice, but the neckline is a little weak,” Eliot rattled off. “If you ask me,” he added once he caught Parker and I’s looks. 

“I thought you weren’t into all this fashion stuff,” I said. 

“Hey, I dated a lot of models. A lot of private fashion shows, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes, yes,” Parker said, continuing to flip through clothes. 

Eliot continued to give sexual innuendos that Parker and I rebuffed until we both walked away to a different rack when we couldn’t take anymore. I finally found something that fit some of her criteria enough to get her changed and backstage. 

“Why can’t you come too?” She asked as I rushed her through.

“Because I don’t have an ID and I think I would hinder you more than help, let me know if you need help and I can figure out a way in or make a distraction out here or something, now go!” I pushed her through to blend in with a couple other models heading where Parker needed to go. 

She was able to get the flash drive into the computer, but before all the files were uploaded, she got swept up into actually being a model. I helped conceal Eliot in a clothes rack to retrieve the drive as Parker was walking the runway, but not without an incident on her part. Luckily that didn’t stop us from being successful. 

We brought the drive to Nate and Hardison at the factory. Hardison took it and worked some magic, I was sure before handing it to Nate to give to Russell. Nate stepped out of the van and prepped himself before going in. 

“Hey,” Eliot stopped him, “if this thing starts going off the rails, don’t wait. Call us in.”

Nate nodded, “Chow is primed, I can handle him.”

“I’m not talking about him.”

“She’s a pro, she knows what to do,” Nate insisted before heading into the factory. 

I still had a nervous feeling in my gut despite his supposed confidence, but I seemed to always have that feeling at the tipping point of the con. I, of course, had nothing to worry about as Nate handed over the designs, Russell saw them, unknowingly sent Gloria’s design to all of his factories, courtesy of Hardison, and called the cops. The cops arrested Russell for being wanted by Interpol, also revealed courtesy of Hardison, and let Nate go once he showed them his Interpol badge.

“Okay, no earpiece,” Parker said to Tara, “How did you tell Nate you were gonna do the cop scam?”

Tara recalled when she told Nate that it was fifty grand, “five oh.”

“Five oh? Cops?” Eliot asked, “That was all it took?”

“Some people just know how to communicate,” Nate said. 

“I finally learned how to speak his language,” Tara said. “Cryptic clues, slogans, and code.”

We all shared a small laugh and smile that everything came out okay by communicating of all things. It all turned out for the best, our client got the money to help her parents come over to the States, the factory came under new supervision which was much better for all of its workers, and I think we could now work as a team. 

A/n: Reblogs and comments are welcome and encouraged! Thank you for reading!

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Hi here's all my favorite things about Livesies as I watch it

92sies

This is fsfs gonna be part 1 of 2 or 3

T/W violence, cursing, ets

The Overture. It plays all these semi-familiar tunes from 92sies with a little funky freshness to it and I love it sm

THE FUCKING PROJECTIONS AHAHHHHH

CRUTCHIE BEING THE ONLY OTHER NEWSIE (BESIDES ALBERT) WITH A BACKWARDS HAT

"I ain't been walkin' so good" 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

"Doyawannabustyaothalegtoo?!" "Uh.. no I wanna go down."

"Ya seein' stars alright."

Their accents and over acting are amazing

A big life in a small town SUCKS Jackson Kelly

Heh heh

*waves hand in front of Crutchie's eyes*

CRUTCHIE ACTUALLY CLOSING HIS EYES AND HIS LIL SMILE WHILE HE'S IMAGINING SANTA FE

DID I MENTION THE PROJECTIONS

yA RIDe it inStyLE FEACHA ME RIDIN IN STILE

"WORK THE LAND CHASE THE SUN SWIM THE W H O L E R I O G R A N D E JUST FOR FUUUUN"

"WATCH ME STAND😄 Watch me run 😀 🙁"

"hey HEY"

THE IDEA THAT THE PROLOGUE IS ACTUALLY A PROLOGUE I THINK IT'S @raggedy-albert 'S HC

RACETRACK MOTHERFUCKING HIGGINS

ALBERT FUCKING DASILVA

"A leg of lamb 🥰"

R A L B E R T

FINCH

BEN COOK SKY FLAHERTY IAIN YOUNG JOSH BURRAGE

MUSH'S HOP LOOKING FOR HIS HAT

MIKE AND IKE TRADING HATS

CRUTCHIE SHINING HIS CRUTCH

BUTTONS' HAND MOVEMENT ON 'FISHES'

JACK NUDGING SMALLS ON 'FISHES'

IAIN YOUNG'S LIL RAT BOY FACE

'Step aside Romeo nothin more concerns u here'

Poisonally

Kath's sass

Darcy pretending he's straight

"I'M CRUSHED"

"Gonna rain?" "Uuuuhhhhhh..... No rain oh-ho partlycloudyclearbyevenin"

"BLIND" "AND MUTE" "AND DEAD"

Jack taking Finch's slingshot

Flip

Tommy's lil hops

"I LIKES LIVIN CHANCEY"

ELMER AND BUTTONS TAKING OFF THEIR HATS WHEN THE NUNS SHOW UP

"I dunno Sister, but it's bound to rain soon'a o' lat'a!"😃

BEN COOK

ANTHONY ZAS

NICK MASSON

JOSH BURRAGE

SKY FLAHERTY

IAIN YOUNG

CHAZ WOLCOTT

AND ALL THE OTHERS WHO I DON'T REMEMBER THE NAMES OF THE ACTORS

Everyone hopping to give their cups back

"I DO TOOOOO SO IT MUST ME TRUUUUUE WHAT A SWITCH, SOON WE'LL ALL BE RICH DON'T KNOW A BETTER WAY TO MAKE A NEWSIES DAYYY"

Their entire lil dancey dance right here

Elmer offended at being whacked with hat

"GOTAFEELINBOUTAHEADLINEISMELLSMEAHEADLINEPAPESAREGONNASELLLIKEWEWASGIVINEMAWAYBETCHADINNERITSADOOZYBOUTAPISTOLPACKINFLOOZYDONTKNOWANYBETTERWAYTOMAKEANEWSIESDAYIWASSTAKINOUTTHECIRCUSANDTHENSOMEONESAIDTHATCONEYSREALLYHOTBUTWHENIGOTTHERETHEREWASSPOTWITHALLHISCRONIESYOIMGONNATAKEWHATLITTLEDOUGHIGOTANDPLAYTHEPONIESWEATLEASTDESERVESAHEADLINEFORTHEHOURSTHATTHEYWORKUSJEEZIBETIFIJUSTSTAYEDALITTLELONGERATTHECIRCUS"

Finch finger guns

Jack taking Finch's hat

Smalls diving under Finch's leg

Finch's face right before they say 'yeah!'

Whatever Al's face is doing ever

*disappointment*

Romeo waving like the little bean he is

"WATCH IT"

"It's honest woik"

"AINCHA FADDA ONE O THA STRIKAS"

Albert and Racer

Ralbert

Whack whack

The Delanceys running into each other

Morris hopping from steps

Everyone getting their bags

ALBERT PUT YOUR FUCKING HAT ON

Big smiles everyone, we just finished the first big number Race: :O

Davey trying to slow Les

"I'll call ya sweetheart if you spot me 50 papes"

"I'M NEW TOO"

Albert, to Jojo: Yo check this shit out. Watch what I'm about to do to this bitch "YOU HAVE A VERRRRY INTERESTING FACE. EVER THOUGHT ABOUT GETTIN' INTO MOVIN' PITCHAS?!"

"BUY A TICKET THEY LET ANYONE IN"

*Does not pay*

Everyone's face when they laugh at Jack making fun of Oscar

"The faymus Jack Kelly"

Ben Cook's dumbass socks

Jack's "holy fuck he can do math" face

Specs laughing at Jack's reaction to Les knowing math

"That's disgusting"

W i b b l e

Specs never using stairs properly

Albert riding in on Pulitzer's desk

FOOTBALL? *whack* VIOLENT? *whack*

"Guess what? He got elected." *runs*

Nunzio.

My roommate and I accidentally mashing cut and slit like twice and so now we say slut instead of either

"-like an army that's marching to war." I mean... He wasn't wrong

Has anyone noticed how similar Hannah and Kath look?

BIG STEP BIG STEP BIG STEP

"buy a pape from a poor orphan boy" *cough cough*

"BORN TO THE BREED"

"THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN SCHOOL" "This kid"

Racetrack hawkin in the background and bolting when Snyder comes

"Doesn't everyone?"

ALL THE CONTINUITY ERRORS IN MEDDA'S THEATER. THE BOYS GOING FROM NEWSIES TO FAKE MUSTACHE MEN AND BACK

LOVEY DOVEY BABY PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND

Jack saying pocket with the same intensity that Draco Malfoy says Potter

MEDDA FUCKING LARKIN

"The only thing I own is the mortgage"

"ARE YOU BLIND SHE GOT NO CLOTHES ON"

The look Jack and Davey share when Medda says she knows the governor

"YOU PICTURED THAT?!"

"Take it easy, it's a bunch of trees."

"Jeez! I never knew no one with a aptitude!"

"I AM?! HOW 'M I DOIN'?!"

'I'm better than you' the song

Jack's lil figure 8 dance with just his head

"And prayers from the Pope"

Devin Lewis as Jack for like two scenes.

"AND. MY. BANK."

Watching Jack recognize Katherine

"Why don't you go find out?" 👀

"You want I should lock the door"

"Doin what?"

It's hard to like a whole lot about the scenes where they're flirting bc Kath is so outwardly uncomfy with it

And also they're both simps for Jacobses

*two finger point*

"sOrry mIss mEddA"

Jack's hesitation before he starts singing

"Girls are nice, once or twice, til I find someone new" You bisexual pining bitch

Does anyone know who does the actual sketch?

T H E P R O J E C T I O N

"-and you lie like a rug!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Hey-hey quiet down there's a show goin' on!"

"Shhhhhhhhh"

"Everr"

HAT TIP AND SMIRK AS JACK IS CLIMBING DOWN

MIKE AND IKE GIVING OFF THE MAJOREST SIBLING EVERGY

"Sirens is like lullabies to me."

DELANCEY DEVASTATION AT "they've got a mother" THEY'RE SO TRASH AND HURT I LOVE THEM

"He traded her for a box o' cigars!" "HEY THEY WAS CORONAS"

"Ain't we the hoi polloi!"

"Ask me after they put up the headline"

"Is that news?" "ITISTOME"

Romeo. R O M E O

"I ain't payin' no sixty."

DEUS SPECS MACHINA

BAMBAM "C'mere fellas"

Henry's pose as he says "AIN'T WE GOT NO RIGHTS?!"

IK THAT EVERYONE SAYS TOMMY LOOKS DOWN BC HE'S CONFUSED WHEN JACK SAYS 'WOULD YOU KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON' BC HE'S WEARING A SHIRT YADDA YADDA BUT HE'S NOT THAT'S HIS UNDERSHIRT. SO HE'S CONFUSED BC HIS SHIRT IS ALREADY OFF. BACK IN THOSE TIMES BEING IN JUST YOUR UNDERSHIRT, YOU MAY AS WELL HAVE NO SHIRT. THX FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

LES SHOVING PEOPLE

Crutchie desperately trying to hop to keep up

Jojo and Elmer.

"Hey Jack you still thinkin?" "Sure he is. Can't ya smell smoke?"

(I'm out of character limits so this is part 1)

#my favorite things about newsies #my favorite livesies things #newsies #livesies

[muserepeats]

Thinking of you and the rest of the people who were apart of the fexi fandom last year during this time. I’m thankful for all the memories made that we can look back on for happier times when we need it. Take care of yourself and you have people here if you need it ❤️‍🩹

Thank you for this lovely message. This has been heartbreaking but I'm so grateful for the experience I've had here, and very comforted by the way people have rallied around one another.

A few more thoughts below, but I want to hide under the fold in case anyone feels tapped out and needs a break from sad content.

Last night I was thinking about the video and photoshoot that Instyle did with Angus Cloud last Spring. It is easily my favorite piece of content. He seems so jovial, and they did a great job of capturing the positive vibes on that set. You get the sense that everyone was having a great time with him. (Contextual cues hint that this was filmed the day after Episode 6 aired.) He was funny and authentic and insightful, and his answer to the question "What's the craziest thing you've ever done for love?" will always seize my heart.

There's another question I just remembered from that interview. (TW: discussion of death.) They asked him, "Where do you think we go when we die?" Angus emphatically responded, with a smile and laugh, "Who knows that?" He continued, "Your soul? I don't know. Who knows - maybe nowhere, maybe the coolest place we can't even imagine. That's what I hope for."

In this moment when it feels so wrong to lose someone so young, who was special to so many people, the thought that Angus's spirit is somewhere out there, in the coolest place we can't even imagine, gives me comfort. I hope that's where he is.

We've all been feeling a whole range of emotions, and it's easy to feel strange about such grief over someone we didn't know personally. But the energy and spirit of this individual touched a lot of people, even through a screen. If we were able to feel that connection, maybe, just maybe, the love and appreciation and care we feel right now can somehow make their way to his family, his friends, the cast and crews who worked with him, and to each other. Maybe even to him. I really hope so.

Take care, be kind to yourself and others, and reach out if you need support. Much love to all. <3

#angus cloud #TW: gone too soon

[vintagecoochie]

The Ultimate Guide to Femininity ✨

I know there are some girls who would love to tap into their hyper-feminine side, but just don’t know quite where to start. Well this guide is here to help. I’ll be telling you all you need to know about tapping into that ultra feminine woman buried deep within you. Now this guide isn’t to help you mold a new copy and paste personality, that’s something that can only be achieved through self exploration and acceptance. It is however a fun guide to help you become more well versed in fashion, self-care, confidence, and femininity. Especially culturally. Starting with your history, or as Rupaul would say, your herstory .

Movies and Shows

Chick flicks are essential to this journey. As you find yourself indulging in more girly things, it’s important to digest media that will stimulate your girly impulses.

Mean Girls and Clueless are cult classic chick flicks that, in my opinion, every girl must see. Both have amazing themes about being yourself without having to conform to a clique or other peoples social standards. Then you have Legally Blonde and the Devil Wears Prada (TDWP). Elle Woods and Miranda Priestly are icons. What I love about them is that they dominate their careers and never feel the need to tone down their femininity to be taken seriously. Along with tons of other chick flicks, these four are essential!

Although Gossip Girl isn’t the best show in the world, I truly admire it for two things, and that’s the cinematography and fashion. Gossip Girl is visually stunning with impeccable costume design. You just feel rich watching it, and I feel like it’s a show that could definitely boost confidence. Sex and the City and Girlfriends are two great shows about camaraderie and successful women, I definitely think these shows could be helpful in navigating female friendships. And lastly Gilmore Girls, is a really endearing comfort show with tons of laughs and relatable characters. If you have a “girl” issue, whether it’s a breakup, and hater in class, or a fight with your mom, Gilmore Girls most likely has an episode for it.

Fashion

Fashion is whatever you want it to be. I hate that some people equate being fashionable or feminine to always wearing pink, or heels, or dresses, and etc. Obviously I’m a huge enthusiast for all things pink, but I also love sneakers, sweatpants, and baggy jeans. However I will say that some of my good sistas really need help when it comes to silhouettes and styling. I’ve learned a lot about fashion from watching archived runway shows on YouTube and subscribing to magazine blog sites like InStyle and Elle. Simply researching runway shows for brands you like gives you a whole different sense of what clothes can do for you.

Four of my favorite fashion YouTubers to watch are Modern Gurlz, Black Femininity TV, Haute LeMode, and Mina Le. I believe without a doubt that watching at least one of these influencers will help you become more stylish.

Dieting and Health

I’m no dietitian so I wont try to lay out a meal plan seeing as everyone’s body and habits are different. However I will give tips on little things to improve your diet. Starting with a tip I picked up from “She is So Bougie”, wake up and go to sleep earlier. Depending on your job and schedule the amount of sleep you get can fluctuate and I get that, but when you can, try to go to sleep no later than 10:00p.m and wake up no later than 7:00a.m.There’s just so much more you can accomplish when you wake up earlier, and going to sleep earlier will ensure that you get a full night of beauty sleep. Also try to incorporate some type of physical activity into your day, it could be something as simple as yoga and stretching, to jogging and going to the gym. Lastly I’d say incorporate more water and fruit into your diet. The way your skin glows when you ditch grease and sugar is heavenly.

Self Care and Discovery

This last part is a fairly simple concept, but it’s one that people tend to struggle with the most. BE YOURSELF. Always move with yourself in mind first, never move for other people. Obsessing over the worlds perception/acceptance of you will be you’re downfall. You should never seek approval from others in anything that you do, achieve that summer body because YOU want it, buy that expensive purse because YOU like it, once you fall in love with yourself the world is yours💕✨.

#y2k #pink #baddie #chick flick #mean girls #legally blonde #the devil wears prada #clueless #gossip girl #gilmore girls #sex and the city

[shefanispeculator]

Fierce Fashion "[My style is] more feminine than ever before. It's probably because I'm super in love and have a really manly man. I enjoy letting that part of me come out now because when I was in No Doubt, I never thought of myself as sexy. Even in my 30s, I was a tomboy. I hardly ever carried a purse." —Gwen to InStyle in July 2018

[themrsmunson]

When I found out this week that we were cheated (CHEATED!) out of seeing more of crop top Billy.

"But despite Billy's fashionable outfits, Dacre says the character's sexiest look was cut from the show, after the scenes were included in the final episodes.

Speaking to InStyle magazine, he said: "There was this grey, Everlast midriff shirt that was initially paired with the lifeguard shorts that almost made the cut. It was an amazing shirt. There's a photo of Rob Lowe wearing it in the 1980s. At first, I was really hesitant, but then it looked awesome. It literally was a midriff that came only a couple of inches below my nipple line. And it had long sleeves, and was made of sweat material with an Everlast logo. I thought that was kind of cool."

#billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #crop top #boys in crop tops

[bigswisswhen]

So. I know this is old news and maybe people have already exhausted this topic, but im a relatively new gaylor (like, only really got into it the past 2 years or so) and I haven’t seen anything about this. Let me know if im completely reaching here but you guys know the whole situation with Style and Dianna and Karlie both doing James Dean inspired photo shoots. (I personally think Style was about Dianna and I think it’s interesting that the photo shoot was for InStyle magazine.)

However I hadn’t even seen the James Dean pictures for Karlie until today and it got me thinking about the photo shoot that Taylor did in 2014. It’s not technically “James Dean’ but it gives off a similar vibe to me.

The interesting thing about Taylor’s Photoshoot to me was that it was done for the WONDERLAND magazine. Which is, you know, a little 🌈. She also talks in the accompanying article about 1989 and the stories she’s telling within it. And there are quotes like “I just want to write a song about us against the world-everybody’s trying to figure us out and we just have to keep it a secret” and “I think they (the listeners) want to know that there are secrets that they have the option of finding out.” Anyway, like I said, maybe this is nothing or something that has been talked about endlessly already but I would love to hear others’ thoughts on this!!

#Gaylor #gaylor swift #swiftgron #karlie kloss #koincidences #dianna agron #kaylor #style #1989

[threebooksoneplot]

Did you guys hear that Stephanie Meyer said she's planning on writing two more Twilight books? https://www.instyle.com/stephanie-meyer-twilight-sequels-7106644

Yes! If you click the link in that article, its only source seems to be a USA Today interview from back in 2020 (linked below), after Midnight Sun came out (note that the InStyle article also calls her "Stephenie Meyers", so yeah this writer aint done their research.) Smeyer has been saying the same thing for years now and never gives a timeline for when these alleged "Leah and/or Renesmee" books might come into existence.

So it's old news. As far as I've noticed, the news cycle seems to churn out a new round of "will smeyer write more Twilight books?" every few months, usually linking back to the same 2020 source. I'll believe it when we hear it from smeyer herself, personally. Considering how long it took her to write Midnight Sun, and that she allegedly wants to "do something new" before writing more Twilight, I wouldn't be surprised if another decade goes by before these promised books show up.

And the fandom, especially the tumblr fandom, has understandably mixed feelings about them—there was a movement to try to pressure the publishers into not publishing them a while back. I think publishers know that printing Twilight books is basically just printing money at this point, so I think a more realistic goal is pressuring Hachette or whoever to pay the Quileute tribe this time, and for the love of God employ a sensitivity reader or two. But it's all still very hypothetical—sounds like the books are years away at the least.

tl;dr it's the same recycled news we've been hearing for 3 years!

xoxo, your research buddy G

#asks #isthiscookies #do I think smeyer will do a good job and write thoughtful satisfying books about leah and renesmee? #absolutely not #do I think they will be insane garbage I will gleefully read anyway? #100% definitely

[cozyaliensuperstar7]

Queens 👑👑👑👑👑

#Repost @instylemagazine

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“I always kind of knew I was queer. I just didn't know what queer I was, if that makes sense, because I always had this strange relationship to the ‘feminine parts of my physical appearance.’ And so I, one, was scared that if I came out and they asked questions, I don't even know how to answer them because I don't know. So I thought I had to be very sure, have all my ducks in a row before I came out."

#QueenCharlotte star #ArsemaThomas speaks to InStyle’s @godsavethequeenondine about not coming out, rejecting labels, and their "weird" relationship with their hair. Link in bio to read more.

📸: @samuelpaulartist

#Repost @simoneashleyforever

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Gorgeous - Simone on her way to the @armanibeauty dinner at the #venicefilmfestival in September 2022

@simoneashley

📸 credit | @valeriaferreiramakeup | @rebeccacorbinmurray | @halleybrisker

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📷 Copyright of all photos and videos belong to their respective owners

#Repost @kandi

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On my mama, on my hood, I look fly, I look good! 😁

👗👗👗 from @tagsboutique!

#arsema thomas #simone ashley #solange #kandi burruss

[lila-rae]

I guess it would be TN fightS about Z: the one that made N unfollow pages that posted Z on early July, the fight after N confronted T after he liked Zs InStyle cover (and she noticed Z had liked a Tom post too) and ended up with Tom reassuring N that it was nothing and he was fully committed, and the big one after Z liked Tom's "reassuring" N post. Extra credit if you include Ns conversation with her mom about T and when N mom remembered not only to unfollow T from ig, but also from twitter after T tweeted for the first time in months. Also would appreciate some Italian curse words to be added to Ns mom insults. Could end with Nikki taking out her diplomacy handbook for dealing with consequences of having an impulsive horny son

Ok so I want that first fight. You know it got back to her when he liked that post of law’s in early July. (Honestly the dramatic messy part of me wants to make Harry be the one to skip that in conversation). Insert N “I just think it’s funny how” him being like “it’s not a big deal” while packing to leave for Germany (is he already in Germany idk) her then back in London unfollowing every page that has even a hint of Z while bitching to that one random friend of that one twitter dude. She visits Tom around the time of the Emmy noms (creative liberties okay) and tries to present herself as the perfect golf wife. (We shall make her golf attire even less appropriate) he gets a notification of Z’s Emmy now while on the course with her. And you just see his smile light up. Cut to back at his rental and you do a shoot of N on the couch and T in the kitchen texting and smiling, uh oh phone rings, he whispers and walks out of the room. But you hear “I’m so proud of you”.

Ok now cut to things being thrown around the rental. “I know something’s going on I’m not stupid” vs. T ducking objects “are you crazy nothing is going on I just posted you on Instagram”

Next scene N leaving on a plane looking forlorn, not knowing this would be the last time they were together in person

T scrolling Instagram and liking Z’s post,

Immediately some messy Tomdaya send a screenshot to Nadia

Tom reassuring her theirs nothing to worry about and posting her on the golf course. (Added bonus of showing Z he moved on, maybe that’s a conversation with Harry)

Z immediately liking that post and texting Tom she’s happy for him. Harry laughing his ass off, Tom calling Nadia and ending things.