Do you think Taylor’s gonna ask her video crew to send her the audio of that ovation so that anytime she’s feeling low she can just play it to herself for a little serotonin boost lol
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"La mode se démode, le style jamais."
Coco Chanel, auteure de cette citation est née le 19 août 1883. Prénommée Gabrielle, elle rêve de music-hall dans sa jeunesse, avant de mettre à profit ses connaissances en matière de couture. En confectionnant ses propres chapeaux et des tenues très originales pour l'époque, elle attire vite l'attention. Simples mais sophistiquées, ses réalisations plaisent à une riche clientèle qui se presse, dès les années 1910, dans les boutiques parisiennes que possède notre créatrice de mode. Sa grande idée est de libérer la femme, en lui fabriquant notamment des habits moins étriqués. Toujours à l'avant garde, elle popularise la coupe de cheveux "à la garçonne" et lance des tendances intemporelles comme la marinière ou la célèbre petite robe noire en 1926. Elle est aussi la première couturière à proposer à la vente ses propres parfums. Le N°5 est aujourd'hui encore le symbole incontesté du chic à la française...
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your surprise song post for tonight says LA n5, isn't it night 6?
hehe thank youuuu! i noticed this in my notifs but sometimes people accidentally put their guesses on the post from the night before so i thought that’s what happened…and then i realized it WAS the right post and figured my exhaustion and hunger was making me silly, but nope! it was my past self that was silly and i fixed it now, thank you for telling me because that would have been upsetting if i didn’t catch it until later on 😭
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Hiii💕 this is my first time requesting something, and I was wondering if I could get angst prompt n5 with Valeria x fem! Reader please? It’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable or something
Thank youuu, loveee ❤️❤️❤️
The Hazards of the Job
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Contains: Mild angst, fluff.
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Valeria isn't impressed when she comes home from work.
The frozen bag of peas may have helped the ache in your cheek, but it did little to dispel the worry you were feeling because when Valeria saw your face, all hell would break loose. When your front door opened, you thought about hiding, but even in the huge house you two shared, she would find you eventually and that would make it even worse.
"Mi Vida, do you want to order takeout tonight?" She sounded like she was in a good mood, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But the moment you spun around, the smile on her face soured. She ran up to you, wrapping her hand around your wrist gently to pull the makeshift ice pack from your face. "How did you get that bruise?"
"It's not what it looked like." She gave you a pointed look, you were going to have to explain everything in detail if you didn't want her to start shooting people. "It was Jose, he woke with a start when I went to get him his meds, and I didn't move out of the way fast enough. I'm fine and he was very sorry."
Her jaw clenched, the reason she asked you to move from your job at the Las Almas ER was so that you wouldn't be in harm's way anymore, she thought you being the compound's personal doctor would mean you'd be safe. "He wouldn't have been shot in the first place if he had just followed his orders."
You nodded. "I know, but he's young and he still has a lot to learn. For what it's worth, he felt pretty guilty and he's scared shitless about what you're going to do."
She huffed in humour. "Yes, well, he should be." She smiled softly at the look on your face and reached up, brushing her thumb over the colours growing on your face. "I'm not going to hurt him don't worry. He'll just be on supply runs until his hair goes grey."
You smiled and leaned in, rubbing his nose with yours before pressing a kiss to her lips before pulling back just far enough to speak. "Thank you, Mi Amor."
Her other hand found your cheek and she chuckled softly. "Mi Vida, always the bleeding heart. What am I going to do with you?"
"Buy me pizza and watch shitty romcoms with me?" Despite the way she acted in front of everyone else, she was as sweet as cotton candy with you, you knew she wouldn't be able to say no.
"Of course, anything for." You kissed her again and she wrapped one arm around you to pull you close.
Fin
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