So I decided to learn to knit! I've never before found a way to ethically and cheaply get yarn. I found a little ball of yarn outside at some point, as one does, and saved it, but beyond that I didn't have any other tools. Then I saw a video showing how you can take a thrifted machine-knit sweater, and undo it back into yarn, and then just knit with that. Incredible, since I have a full box of old sweaters, I just need to figure out which ones are easily undone.
So I grabbed my little ball of found yarn, and then I needed some needles. I looked up what I could use instead, and found there's plenty of alternatives; pencils, chopsticks, wooden sticks for barbecue. Looking around my room I realized I had some very long paintbrushes; I tried to use them, and immediately realized they need to have a pointy end. I grabbed a pencil sharpener and sharpened them; only this made them very rough and splintered. I needed to sand them down, but I had no sandpaper, and then I remembered that recently someone gave me a flat tool that removes dry skin from feet. I sanded them down with that, and it actually worked, they worked perfectly like knitting needles. They're even the same size.
The knitters probably already know this, but if you start knitting for the first time, especially if it's winter and you're under a blanket, some ancient human instinct will activate and you will feel that you are doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing and everything is well and right with the world. Creating fabric is a powerful thing to do, in a society where everyone needs fabric to stay alive, and go outside, and I like having this power to myself.
I found out there are two basic types of stitches; knit stitch, and purl stitch. I liked the knit stitch better, on the basis that purl stitch had 'bad vibes'.
It knew before that most fabric will be woven, or knitted, or in some cases, crochet, so I got little curious, and studied each layer of clothing on me, and every single item of clothing was knit, and it was all a purl stitch. I got fascinated by this, wondering if this is true for most clothing, or if I just somehow prefer knit things on me because they're nice and stretchy. Looking into other fabrics, I could easily tell that all of the sheets, pillowcases and kitchen cloths were woven, and that they were much sturdier and less stretchy for it.
I looked at stuff in my closet, and found that I had a scarf, hat, and pants that were woven, but in very soft and warm fabric, and they were very sturdy and non-stretchy as well. I then wondered what was the logic behind it, and is there a traditional type of things that will be woven, that isn't just bedsheets and cloths?
I tried to find a video on youtube detailing that stuff, but no female-made video was found, so I'm now downloading several women-written audibooks on the topic of history of textiles. I think we should just take the power to make textiles back to us, because back when women were the maker of the cloth, it was just something we 'did out of the goodness of our hearts for our families' but it was also environmentally friendly, practical, sustainable and a beautiful, powerful craft. Now that m*n decided it's something to make money off, they created fast fashion, tons of waste and environmental damage, new types of slavery for workers, and the clothing isn't even practical anymore, it's made to fall apart.
So, back to my knitting, I have to say it's not happening very fast, I thought by the end of the day I would be done with that little ball of yarn and be able to tell how much fabric it can make, nope, did not happen, in fact I've been working on it two days and by this time I've barely made any progress. Apparently the 'purl stitch' is faster, well, I'm still refusing to do it. Boo purl stitch. The yarn I found outside is some of the worst quality yarn I've ever seen, not only it's different in thickness everywhere, but in some places there are 3-4 different threads distangled from each other, and it confused me so much while knitting that I kept adding stitches on the brush unnecessarily, until the entire thing could barely fit on one.
One thing that surprised me was how incredibly soft, stretchy and comfortable the fabric feels when made. I genuinely expected the fabric to be as horrifying as the yarn quality, nope, it's nice and comfy I absolutely love it.
There is a movement in online spaces for being mindful of environment when purchasing clothing, and making our own wardrobes, which is absolutely delightful; seeing people gain new respect and fascination for clothing, sewing and textile making, and then doing it themselves and becoming non-dependent on capitalism, it's the change the world needs. I didn't think I would try to join in, because I get so much discarded and unwanted clothing from others, I wouldn't need to buy any ever, but I did get fascinated by looms, natural fibers, and women doing all that work, that I can't resist trying it out.
A Christmas party with costume themes can add an extra layer of fun and excitement. Here are some festive Christmas party costume themes to consider:
Ugly Christmas Sweater Party:
Encourage guests to wear the most outrageous, funny, or mismatched Christmas sweaters they can find. Consider having a contest for the "ugliest" sweater.
Santa's Workshop Elves:
Invite guests to dress up as Santa's little helpers with elf costumes, pointy shoes, and hats. This theme works well for both adults and kids.
Winter Wonderland:
Encourage guests to dress in all-white or silver outfits, resembling a winter wonderland. Think snowflakes, icicles, and frosty accessories.
Christmas Movie Characters:
Have guests come dressed as their favorite characters from classic Christmas movies. This could include Buddy the Elf, the Grinch, Ralphie from "A Christmas Story," or characters from "Home Alone."
Gingerbread People:
Guests can dress up as gingerbread men or women, complete with gingerbread-themed accessories and perhaps some icing and candy decorations.
Christmas Carol Characters:
Invite guests to dress up as characters from Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol." This could include Scrooge, Tiny Tim, or the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future.
Holiday Villagers:
Have guests come dressed as characters you might find in a festive village—carolers, toy makers, snowmen, and even the occasional Grinch.
Christmas in Different Decades:
Assign each guest or group of guests a specific decade (e.g., '70s, '80s, '90s) and have them dress in Christmas attire from that era.
Festive Pajama Party:
Keep it cozy by having everyone come in their favorite festive pajamas. This theme is especially great for a relaxed, at-home gathering.
Candy Cane Lane:
Ask guests to dress in red and white, resembling candy canes. You can also encourage creative interpretations, such as peppermint-inspired outfits.
Christmas Around the World:
Have guests represent different countries and their unique Christmas traditions. This can lead to a diverse and colorful array of costumes.
Naughty or Nice:
Let guests choose whether they want to dress up as a mischievous character or an angelic one. This theme can result in a fun mix of costumes.
How would wolfstar act during Barbenheimer? Who wants to see what? How are they dressed?
EEEEEEE i am ALWAYS doing these ALWAYS i love them so much 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 ((i have some unanswered ones in my inbox i promise im getting to don’t worry 💕💓💞💖))
okay first off we’ve established that they’re both insufferable wanna-be film critics & everyone hates them for it. so keep that in the background. they’re annoying as hell.
so they get wind of oppenheimer first. the teaser plays at a midnight screening of “nope” ((sirius is a jordan peele stan)) and it’s just a bunch of fire and black and white shots of cillian murphy so they’re both like “🙂 huh okay fun.” but then christopher nolan’s name is on the screen and sirius is nearly flying out of his seat bc he’s potentially the world’s biggest chris nolan stan. and he’s hitting remus on the arm and he’s all “👹 FUC K! !!!” and remus is like “oh good another nolan movie that’ll be fun love that” and enduring sirius’ semi-quiet fangirl moment but then he catches on to what the trailer is actually about and “oppenheimer” comes on the end card and then he’s ALSO having a freakout moment & he’s all “oh fuck 😧😧😧 oh fuck it’s oppenheimer 🫢 oh fuck 😵 oh fuck cheistopher nolan’s doing oppenheimer 😵💫😵 oh god.”
so for the next couple of months they’re both telling all their friends “yes so we’ve heard the inside scoop about nolan’s new film, very ambitious, word on the street is that it’s all practical & the b*mb isn’t CGI” and “did u know that christopher nolan himself created an atom b*mb on set to 1/36th scale” like they’re just making shit up from these random reddit threads & illegitimate news sites and everyone’s like “yeah great okay sure no one cares 🙄”
but then fall rolls around & remus overhears someone on the actual street talking on the phone about a barbie movie. and he does a little google and there it is, greta gerwig is doing a barbie movie with margot robbie, and holy shit sirius is going to freak ((he’s also a greta gerwig stan, they both are, obvi. sirius’ favorite of hers is ladybird and remus’ fav is little women, also obvi)). remus makes the mistake of sending sirius the article ab the movie in a text instead of in person where he could have done some damage control and he immediately gets a facetime where sirius just screeches at him for a good three and a half minutes before a single coherent word comes out of his mouth. so yes, he’s very excited for barbie, and remus is excited for greta gerwig to make everyone cry over a doll.
so they know about the movies separately and then the barbenheimer phenomenon takes over, and they become aware that not only are both movies coming out in july, they’re coming out on the same fucking day. and when they find this out they’re at home on separate sides of the apartment and marlene texts in the gc like “are we doing barbenheimer weekend orrrr” and they both take a minute to catch up but then they’re meeting in the living room like WHATTTTT😵😵😵😵😵😵
they plan a whole weekend. on saturday morning remus gets up early and makes waffles in the heart-shaped waffle maker sirius found months ago specifically for barbenheimer weekend breakfast and even puts red food coloring in the batter so they’re pink hearts with whipped cream and cherries to top it all off. and they do black coffee to drink because it gives oppenheimer vibes & they couldn’t think of anything else appetizing to go with it in a breakfast scenario.
they’re going comfort over style for the premiere bc they’re ab to be at the theater for like seven or eight hours, but sirius is wearing a hot pink malibu barbie baby tee for the occasion. remus is ✨not✨ wearing hot pink bc he’s a ✨warm autumn✨ & it’s ✨not✨ his color but he made sure sirius took one of his sweaters bc he always gets cold at movies and complains he’s freezing until remus gives him his own & that is “not happening this time, sirius, get your own fucking sweater.”
they’re doing barbie first. they got the tickets the second they went on sale, two seats in the middle of the row ⅔ of the way back into the theater bc that’s where sound designers sit for screenings & it’s a perfect view. they get their giant sodas and a big popcorn to share, plus some m&ms they snuck in to do an m&m/popcorn mix ((god tier movie snack fr)). they’re enraptured from the very first scene. giant barbie on a desert background. barbieland. the dream house. ryan gosling. all of it. it’s a masterpiece. they both cry at the end & they’re caught off guard bc wtf this wasn’t supposed to be about mothers??? what the hell???
they have a forty-five minute break between movies where they recover in the lobby for a while & refill the popcorn, but they’re getting one water bottle to share this time bc bathroom breaks are not an option & oppenheimer has like a three and a half hour fucking runtime. like they’re doing bathroom breaks twenty seconds before the movie starts bc missing part of this film would actually destroy them psychologically
they do it in IMAX, obvi, ⅔ back in the middle of the row. it’s an out of body experience. they don’t speak or move the entire time. they don’t speak or move while the credits play. they leave the theater in silence. they go home and sit on the couch and stare at the wall and remus goes “we……we should have seen barbie last.” and then they both look at each other like 😐👀? and then they’re getting up and rushing back to the theater and seeing barbie again
the next day they’re getting together with all their friends to do barbenheimer day 2 and trying not to spoil it but they’ve already talked to each other about the individual movies too much, like they laid in bed and talked about the fucking movies like idiots for multiple hours, so they need new feedback to talk over & correct everyone’s wrong opinions
To those of you who celebrate it, Merry Christmas!
This entry in my Satinalia week series is near and dear to my heart! A couple of Christmases ago, @charlatron and I firmly cemented my Hero of Ferelden, Briall, and her Inquisitor, Olivia, in the same world-state. 100% canon and I will die on that hill. As such, of course they'd see each other for Satinalia! Here's about how I imagined one of those dinners might go. Posted, of course, with Charlie's blessing, thank you! <3
Briall pulled the soft cowl of her sweater over her hand as she propped her elbow against the table, resting her chin on her palm. Sitting alone gave her the opportunity to commit every detail of the quiet moment to memory. She glanced through the doorway to the kitchen when she heard a smack, immediately followed by Olivia’s bright laugh.
“You’re supposed to be helping me with the dishes,” she informed Cullen playfully.
“I am helping you,” he insisted.
“What you are is a pain in my ass,” her best friend replied, throwing a damp towel at her husband’s face.
With a smile, Briall turned to find her own husband sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with his legs crossed in front of him. Two toddlers were enraptured by his story, accompanied by flourishing gestures and character voices. The little boy chewed his fist with wide eyes while his sister stood on chubby, wobbly legs and supported herself by gripping his shirt. They were both far too young to understand what he said, but it didn’t seem to matter one bit.
They were so captivated, in fact, that her nephew started to hiccup, his whole body bouncing with each one. The little girl was a spitting image of her mother, which was perhaps why it was so amusing when she gasped at one of Zevran’s exclamations and fell back onto her bottom with a squeal of amusement.
She let the warmth of the cozy home seep into her soul. Their visit to the Rutherford household for Satinalia had been a wonderful idea and she was forever grateful that Cullen wasn’t too jealous of their history with his wife to allow them to stay.
“Are you okay, Bri?” Olivia asked, mistaking her contemplation for sadness.
Briall looked up and smiled, taking the wine glass Olivia offered. “I’m fine!” she promised,
“I was worried that being around the little runts might stir up some….things.” Olivia faltered for her last word, looking over at the trio by the fire.
“No, it doesn’t bother me. A family was never in our future,” Briall said with a dismissive wave.
Amused, Olivia snorted into her wine. “Sweetheart, you definitely have a family. This family.”
Briall looked over, taking a sip of wine. “Nice of you to say but you don’t have to go that far.”
“Look, I say this with all the love in my heart but you tend to miss shit that’s right in front of your nose.” She set down her glass, leaning toward Briall slightly. “Also, when have you ever known me to lie, or even exaggerate, to spare someone’s feelings?”
The elf’s brow raised as if to agree that she had a point.
“I don’t take all this-” she gestured around the house, “-lightly. You aren’t here because you were a good lay. Fuck, if I invited everyone that gave me a good time in bed I’d need a much bigger table.”
“Good?” Briall asked, narrowing her eyes in feigned offense.
“Very, very good. Great.” Olivia closed her eyes for a moment with a wistful sigh. “Earth-shattering.”
Briall chuckled. “Agreed, but don’t let your husband hear you say that.”
“He knows my ‘earth-shattered’ face,” Olivia assured her friend who blushed almost immediately. Maker, she was still adorably innocent. “Oh, Cullen!” Olivia grabbed his hand as he walked by, jerking him to a stop in front of them. “Bri and Zev; friends or family?”
He glanced between the two women, amber eyes pensive. “Is this a trick question?”
“What? No!” Olivia exclaimed over Briall’s laughter. “You two are peas in a thick pod,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes with a long-suffering sigh. “This one seems to think that she and her murder-husband aren’t a part of our family and that we just invited them for….some reason I can’t fathom.”
“Don’t let the twins hear you say that, they’ll be devastated,” Cullen said, glancing over his shoulder. He looked back at Briall sharply as a thought came to him. “Is this because of our history, in the Circle?” When they’d found out who had stolen Olivia’s triple-locked heart, it came to light that they’d both been in the same circle and there may have been some adolescent pining on both sides. And then there was Briall’s chance encounter with Olivia at the tavern in the middle of nowhere. And the subsequent trysts.
But, that had been a long time ago and they were both very clearly devoted to their loving mates.
“Yes, my love, that’s definitely the history she would worry might color your opinion of her,” Olivia scoffed, though she squeezed his hand affectionately.
“Oh. Oh... Oh!” Cullen rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks now as red as Briall’s. He waved a hand. “That’s-” he cleared his throat, “-bonding activities?”
“Bondage activities?” Zevran piped up hopefully from the fireplace. Cullen started coughing and Olivia choked on her wine, nearly snorting it out her nose. Briall looked around a doubled-over Cullen and was grateful to see Zevran had one side of each toddler's head pressed against his chest and covered their other ears with his hands.
“You’re going to get us kicked out!” Briall laughed, slapping Cullen’s back a few times until he could regain his breath and straightened.
“Doubtful,” Olivia argued, “nothing screams 'traditional family Satinalia dinner' more than embarrassing the absolute hell out of each other.”
Alex kissed me on the head. "Does sex always feel like that" I asked him seriously. He smiled at me getting up from the couch "for some people" he said still naked. he took me by hand and moved us off the couch he lead me to his shower. He placed me in the middle of shower and closed the shower door he walked into the shower with me, pulling me into arms he kissed me passionately again. Separating us just enough Alex grabbed the soap from the dispenser and started to soaping his chest and all over his body. Then he got more soap and ran soap all over my body. He pressed the button hot water came out of every hole around us even under our feet, soap washed off our bodies in seconds.
Alex helped me out of the shower and handed me a towel to dry off and got one for himself. We both went to his living room to get dressed. As Alex finished getting dressed, gray pants and long sleeve warm dark sweater dark shoes he and put on his black gun holster that carried two guns. I pulled on my underwear. I picked my, bra completely useless now. I put my bra in my jacket pocket. I finished dressing in my blue jeans and pink shirt socks and black boots. I had to double button my light grey fur lined coat to cover my chest, since I had no bra.
Alex in his kitchen he called to me "Coffee"? he asked me over his shoulder. "Yes" he turned on the coffee maker and placed two pieces of toast in the warmer. I love the smell of coffee. When the coffee was done he filled two a cups with coffee. He handed me a dark brown cup with a handle "Cream" I shook my head yes. He took a small carton from his refrigerator poured some cream in my coffee and his. He handed me a slice of warm buttered toast. I didn't look at Alex while eating, I made short work of finishing my food. I looking in his eyes was a wealth of emotion there. I couldn't speak. He smiled at me again. I smiled back at him. His face got serious I wondered what I did wrong for him to get so serious. "You're even more beautiful when you smile" he said to me. He grabbed his dark coat and hurried putting it on while walking to his front door. I placed my cup and plate down in the kitchen as he walked to his front door he stood waiting for me. He locked his door after me. I followed close be hide him in the parking structure I felt my cheeks get hot watching him walk. I'm I crushing on a human? This must be what it feels like to have feeling for someone. I felt warm inside. When a sharp pain hit me in the back hard out of no where, my world went dark.
I woke up looking down at a floor I didn’t recognize. “I must be in a sitting position facing down” I thought to myself. Bright red blood circled my suede black boots on the white floor. My jacket gone I ‘m naked from my waist up. I turned my head very slightly to the right a large movable silver tray sat right next to me. With very sharp ugly tools on it. I saw long metal knifes and rib openers sat on the tray also. I can hear someone sitting just be hide me moving on a metal chair with wheels as they moved back and forth. A women scream came from down the hall. Right then a very sharp blade tore through my back starting downward to my bottom. I held back my scream of pain as the metal knife tore down my back. I went into action fast I stood and slammed my right elbow into the man face be hide me. I turned to face him. A large man with dark hair dressed in a white doctor’s jacket screamed in pain as he held his nose. His blood gushed all over from is broken nose. He dropped the knife he used on me. I punched him hard in the face with my right fist he fell backward along with the metal chair he hit the floor hard screaming in pain. I knew I broke bones in his face. His eyes closed, it looked like he passed out. Being tall and slender you wouldn’t think I could pack a punch that hard. Tyrell l made sure I could defend myself if I needed to.
I slowly moved to where are my clothes were laying across the room on the top metal table of this small operating room. My eyesight went from blurry back to clear the next. I could feel my blood starting to pour down my back. I picked up my gray jacket putting it on I buttoned it closed around me.
Malcolm must have been watching this room he slammed the door open coming in the small room followed by two large men all of them dressed in black with guns pointed at me. Malcolm smiled an ugly terrible smile at me that didn’t reach his eyes he really had a cruel ugly face. watching me bleed made him happy. “Where are you going Mara”? Malcolm asked me as I cover my nose trying not to smell his foul odor. Looking astonished at him “Yes I know who you are” “You are valuable on the black market” he said to me. “I know You’re an older Replicant, I know Tyrell made you himself”. “There are so few of you left”. “Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go” Malcolm said pointing his gun at me.
I looked around the room there was only one option. I ran right through the wall in front of mem then into the next room, then the next room. Alex was there slumped over in a chair passed out. He looked badly beaten, there was no time for me to look to see how bad.
I grabbed Alex before Malcolm came in the room. Covering him with my arm I realized just how heavily he is. He must be mostly muscle, I thought. I ran through the next wall into a room that was larger tha the others and what I saw would have made anyone physically ill. It looked like a large metal bath in the center of the room filled what looked like blood, human blood. I heard Malcolm. He was close be hide me I ran to the large window in the room I jumping out of the glass window of the brick building three stories high and landed on the street below with Alex. I realize I’m dirty blood with wall paster. My blood still ran down my back, although it had slowed down.
I looked at Alex laying on the ground, he looks up at me through a very swollen eye and cut lip “Malcolm knows who and what you are” He whispered through swollen lips “If you don’t stop him now, he will find you again and finish the job’. “Mara” Alex said looking up at me with pleading eyes. ”Stop Malcolm for good”. I had a moment’s hesitation I’m a Replicant I thought. I could live hundred years or a hundred days what did it matter? I didn’t matter. I’m not human I don’t have a soul. “Hey” Alex said drawing my attention He saw the hesitate on my face. I looked at him “Don’t do that”. he said
I’ve never retired anyone before. I could hear Malcolm yelling my name looking out of the window above me. I looked up at Malcolm and he looked down at me in the light coming out and a horrible smell of blood room came from the open window I jumped out of. The light flooded the alley I’m standing in. Even in the dark we saw each other clearly. I jumped on to the wall of the brick building claiming up 3 stories, lighting fast taking Malcolm by surprise. I jumped onto a metal pipe and grabbed Malcolm by his black shirt and threw him out of the window. He fell down the 3 flights down landing face first on a steel rod sticking up from the street it drove through his skull killing him instantly.
Worried I picked up Alex and ran. Malcolm’s hired men didn’t give chase. I carried him to the hospital emergency room and handed him over to the doctor and nurses. They placed him on a gurney and started life saving measures on him. Before I left him, I saw Alex’s heartbeat on a monitor I knew I helped him in time.
I walked away from the emergency room and went back to the other replicant girls I first hung out with when I was first made. They still had a hidden Wallace medic machine below the sex shops. I stripped down to nothing and quickly showered washing all of the dirt off me. The medic machine opened it looked like pure amber colored glass the machine was see through. I got in the machine and the lid closed.
I closed my eyes while the machine door closed and healed the deep cuts in my back. When the machine started giving me blood about halfway through the blood transfusion a red light went off inside the medic machine. At least I was able sleep a few hours while the machine healed me. I was lucky I still had all my organs. The machine only lasted a few hours when healing, then it automatically stopped. The lid slid open I had to get out of the machine. My time was up. I hoped my body would heal the rest. The girls gave me some clothes to wear. The clothes are not my style low cut shirt and really tight pants and heals but I was thankful to have something to wear. I brushed out my long golden hair and put it in a ponytail. I was happy to be clean, I felt better. I left my purse at Alex’s apartment, but I still had the keys to my apartment. I pulled my apartment keys from my dirty jeans pocket then threw the clothes in the trash.
As I left the girls. As I walked by the sex shops. I realized the sex I had with Alex was the same, but I realized with him feelings were involved.
I took the train back to my apartment. As I walked into my small apartment a large tiger stripped cat greeted me at the door. As I tried to her pick but her feeder went off and ran to eat. She’s an independent cat. She came and went has she pleases. I built her a small door in the window that allowed to come and go.
I took off the clothes the girls gave me. I felt I needed to shower one more time. Naked I went into my shower and closed the door. Soaping my whole body then I pushed the button. I got clean everywhere in seconds. I washed my hair.
After toweling off I went to my closet and got dressed in black underwear and bra. A pair of black jeans with a long red sweater and socks as I made breakfast all I could think of was Alex as I finished my oatmeal. It felt strange just leaving him. Malcolm was dead but how long would that last, how long before another man like him ruled the streets? I put on my tan boats and grabbed a red plastic rain coat putting it on. I brushed out my hair and left if long and grabbed my purse. Rushing out my door I locked the door. I pushed the button for the elevator, the doors opened. Bullets came at me I saw them coming out of the corner of my eye. It was the same men from Malcolm’s crew. Did they forget I am a Replicant? I can run faster than any man. I can run through walls. I ran into elevator just missing the bullets as the doors shut. As soon as the elevator opened on the lobby floor I ran as fast as I could through the back streets straight to the hospital. Alex was there he’s awake sitting up his wounds looked like they had healed. I stopped and looked close at his heart monitor. It was not functioning like a human. It’s...it’s beating twice as fast. Alex must not be fully human, he’s something else. I looked deeper into the lighted up scene of on the wall his heart was in a light buried deep in his heart and if you looked closely a number was branded on it. I stepped back it is a Wallace heart how could that be its not possible? Now I know why I’m draw to him ... we both a part of the Repliant world. I thought for a moment. He’s like me. I felt close to him. Alex looked up surprised to see me. I opened the window and stepped inside his room. There is no time to talk we needed to move. “Ok” he said looked at me knowing we need to go now. He got dressed. We walked fast through the hospital with our heads down. Alex reached out and held my hand. It comforted me. We walked outside straight to his vehicle. We got in his car the doors closed and before I could say anything he kissed me on the lips passionately using both of his hands he placed them on my cheeks he kissed me deeper. I sighed. He smiled at me moving away and putting the car in drive. We took off in his car and left Los Angeles together. Never looking back.
We continue our high-style event with Gong Jun looking regal at the Louis Vuitton Aranya Men's Show on September 16, 2022.
This seriously seems like yesterday! The inspiration for this fig is so good - through sheer willpower I'll keep myself from using all my 30 pic slots with photos from this event. That being said, I'll start off with the fig maker's own inspiration photo:
His legs look a mile long, don't they?? Alright, just a few more...
Did you notice the shimmery blue insect in his hair? It's not a fashion piece, it's just nature's jewelry.
Ok just one more...
No wait, we need a black and white pic to show off his immaculate face:
Alright, I realized it would be criminal (criminal!) not to include some of Realge's pics, he takes the best pictures...
Ok ok, that's it for pics. We now just have a video, since this is very relevant for one of the others posts coming up this week...
Oh ho ho! Gong Jun admiring this fancy green explosion of color!
Stay tuned for that later! Today is this gorgeous blue number:
The details on this fig! His hairstyle is gorgeous (can I just say, I'm so glad they've figured out that volume is key on Junjun's hair, his hair has been nothing but fantastic recently!) - all sideswept and full of volume at the crown of his head. His supermodel stare. His Wen Kexing hand behind his back (I can't help but call it that!). The details of the print on the LV t-shirt. The fantastic detail on the jacket, and of course all the ombre blue. The angles on the wrinkles on his jeans! His shoes! These are indeed very specific, very beautiful white leather LV boots. So great.
Gah his hair looks fantastic here in fig form! Kudos kudos kudos to this fig maker, they just absolutely nailed it. Look at all the 3-D dimension on his jacket! The little flip up there on the bottom of his jean jacket as he very elegantly tucks his hand behind his back.
I really love it when fig makers put the ear mole on these figs. Just a wonderful little touch. I also really like all the folds the fig maker did on the fabric on this whole outfit. You really get a sense of the stiffness and structure of the material.
Look at those boots! Let me dig them up from the LV site...
Oh wow, that's incredible. The LV Baroque Ranger Boot. I think I'm in love. It's only pictured in black right now on their site (and is unavailable), but it's gorgeous. It's like, well, a very baroque Doc Martens. I like black! Does it...come in women's sizes?
Nope. Ah well. Moving on!
This Wen Kexing pose takes some time to get used to, I must say. I tried strolling around the beach like this last fall, and it is not a normal position for my shoulder to be at. Normal is more hunched over my computer typing away at work. I realized I could really stand to walk around with either or both hands (or switching off!) behind my back, frankly. It's a good chest opener, as my Pilates instructor would say.
This is a perfect angle to see the GJ initials instead of the LV logo on his jacket back.
Those boots look really small from this angle. Small but sturdy! He actually balances very well on those very fancy feet.
He certainly is cute a cold male god! Gosh he looks great.
These fine, fine boots, and a great angle to see the folds on his jeans.
More little details (I really do like these boots!). May I just say how much I like Junjun in white and blue. He's spectacularly beautiful in any color and any most prints (this is where my BFF reminds me of Junjun in the 361 red rabbit inspired pattern sweater, which we have to agree not even Junjun can save), but I have to say I particularly like him in these colors. It's just so crisp and clean.
(And pink! I do like him in pink.)
That glorious swoop of hair is indeed spectacular. A+ Junjun hair modeling!
This box card and the art on the box is extremely beautiful. You can tell it's the same fig maker that does all the wonderful JZEU figs because she always has gorgeous boxes.
Come back tomorrow for the blue-and-white matching Zhehan!