richmenlikeithot

[richmenlikeithot]

she catches a glimpse of her looks in the mirror, instantly stopping all the frowning going on in the face. wrinkles were natural (her mother proudly carried a few of them, which made jackie feel comfortable enough to keep just a few of them too), but she wouldn't waste the expensive products on her dresser and lots of wellness afternoons with gwyneth on such a silly matter. wrinkles were supposed to come from important things, like the expression of delight from eating something good or laughing along with beverly.

they shouldn't sue us, you know, we're just girls, she almost says out loud, chuckling at herself for the thought. definitely shouldn't say that in court! she was determined to live her truth no matter what, like the calculating airhead an article said she was.

and she didn't even resent that. media would be reporting, people would be talking; she depended on that to keep living. being rich, pretty, nonchalant and silly had been out of fashion since paris hilton did it first and ruined the act for the all the blondies who'd come after her, but not for jackie. she hadn't come from such wealth, but jacqueline nicole jolie had something besides the flamboyant name given by a born upper middle class mother eager to give her baby a name that screamed rich and a father who gave her notes of hundreds like they were coins lost in his pockets. she had the vigor to perservere, turning the lemons into a refreshing pink lemonade people would think about for ages. she is going to come out of this mess as a winner, holding bev's hand.

" if anything, maybe we're being too little reputation, " she laughs, back to her usual good humor. enough with the moping! " ysl, deville, psyche, dressed to kill! and we can arrange a campaign, even if i'm not wearing the brand to court it'd still be great. and wait... " she claps before even properly formulating the thought, delighted at herself. " what do you think of a campaign, but just us? lounging in cruises, wearing pretty dresses and whispering to each other, fixing each other's jewelry... " she perfectly sees she and beverly kissing behind the backs of oblivious men for the cameras, heavy necklaces on both necks while the men congratulate themselves for something. that pink lemonade is as fresh as ever!

she cozies to beverly, her lover's touch working as a grounding act. she has always been needy and affectionate, but, of course, that was elevated when talking about bev. " we need your brunette-wits-hair to match my blonde-ambition-hair, baby, that's the only way. and dont even start! " she smacks her lips in the air, holding back the urge to kiss beverly all over and then ask her hand in marriage. " let's drag dotty to the alps and have a good old couple vacation. i'm sure they'd like a rest as much as we do, and from there we could think about our honeymoon... " and it slipped! it's the combination of a taurus rising and leo sun and moon in her, jackie can't deny it. as soon as she has an ideia, she has to go through it, and when it's about something so important as marriage to her lifelong girlfriend, and her true love... and with a whole wedding to plan... she can't keep quiet for much longer! " just, you know, places where it could be. if we were to settle down. who knows. "

her  phone  was  locked  and  purposefully  thrown  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  sofa  for  a  few  minutes  now,  which  was  quite  the  feat  coming  from  beverly  roberts  of  all  people.  at  this  point,  asking  the  woman  to  stay  off  for  a  little  while  was  laughable  --  with  a  digital  footprint  to  spark  envy  on  the  trendiest  insta  -  model  of  the  week,  she  barely  had  to  try  and  attract  herds  of  aspiring  it  girls  to  her  profiles.  these  days,  a  lot  more  than  that  ended  up  making  their  way  up  to  her  page.  their  plans  usually  left  them  with  a  positive  outcome  in  all  fronts,  but  jackie's  latest  endeavor  found  a  way  to  shook  them  over.

she  trusted  her  lover's  promise  that  all  publicity  is  good  publicity,  of  course.  jackie  is  the  product  of  years  in  this  industry  after  all,  and  she's  just...  an  actual  really  honorable  architect  whose  professional  and  personal  aesthetic  choices  resulted  in  a  few  moments  in  the  spotlight.  truth  is,  she  didn't�� really  know  how  to  deal  with  it.  the  ability  to  turn  anything  into  a  vogue  editorial  was  arguably  jackie's  best  feature,  but  beverly  should  have  been  able  to  prevent  this.  she  couldn't  fathom  the  idea  of  jackie  facing  all  this  backlash  alone,  as  if  they  were  doing  something  wrong  in  the  first  place!  usually,  she  managed  to  keep  tabs  of  virtually  everything;  nothing  wrong  in  getting  a  few  gifts  on  the  side,  of  course,  but  it's  always  best  if  the  wives  don't  find  out  and  give  them  hell  for  it.  sometimes  it's  just  hard  to  think  straight  with  all  those  diamonds  in  plain  sight.

   beverly: and  it's  really  not  that  bad,  jacks.  i  checked  tiktok  and  most  comments  are  actually  really  supportive.  one  of  them  said  you're  like  robin  hood  for  girls.

except  they  were  keeping  the  jewels  to  themselves,  of  course.  plus,  there  were  a  lot  of  fancams  of  them  to  some  of  her  favorite  gwen  stefani  songs  --  a  personal  victory.  she  has  to  keep  those  in  mind  when  some  particularly  angry  mean  guy  decides  to  rant  away  on  her  photos  and  finds  a  way  to  make  lesser  of  her  personal  achievements  just  because  of  some  stupid  fucking  gifts.  sure,  she  got  those  things  for  free  --  differently  than  the  house  they  lived  in,  and  her  impeccable  resumé,  and  the  mostly  untouched  features  that  good  god  in  heaven  gifted  her  with!

   beverly: oh!  i  love  that.  marc  would  definitely  be  down  for  a  campaign  with  the  court  girls.  you,  winona,  naomi,  lindsay.  (  bev  gasps  at  her  own  idea.  she  really  could've  been  a  publicist.  )  but  i  think  psyche  really  would  sell  the  look.  i  mean,  at  least  on  the  purse,  please!  (  she  has  the  exact  one  in  mind.  it's  like  she  can  visualize  jackie,  sitting  on  court,  and  the  purple  color  of  the  bag  tying  the  whole  pink  look  together.  )  i  was  thinking  ysl,  and  maybe  the  new  deville  pumps.  would  that  be  too  reputation  ?

she's  really  not  interested  in  fabricating  a  good  girl  image  out  of  the  blue;  sure,  beverly  is  innocent  and  obviously  so  is  jackie,  but  that  doesn't  mean  they  must  dress  like  pre  -  makeover  cinderella.  bev  feels  the  weight  of  it  all  on  her  girlfriend's  perfectly  managed  nervosism.  sits  straight  up,  shifts  on  the  couch  until  she's  close  enough  to  have  one  arm  around  jackie's  waist.  a  delicate  pout  curls  her  rosy  lips;  wtih  a  sigh,  she  scans  the  woman's  features  for  any  signs  that  things  might  be  getting  out  of  hand.

   beverly: oh,  these  vacations  are  gonna  be  huge,  miss  monroe.  we  spent  so  long  under  the  sun  in  those  beaches,  maybe  we  can  take  a  couple  months  in  a  snowy  landscape.  finally  drag  dotty  all  the  way  to  the  alps  like  we  promised.  you  know  i'll  follow  you  wherever.  (  the  thought  is  beyond  perfection  already;  time  with  her  friends  and  most  importantly,  jackie,  is  all  she  could  ask  under  a  shooting  star.  )  they  have  nothing  on  us,  baby.  and  i  know  you  know  it,  but  also  that  it's  scary.  i  can't  believe  i  let  those  stupid  old  men  slip,  or  that  they  think  they  could  outsmart  us.  i  really  wish  i  could  go  all  blonde-ambition-hair  and  just  face  this  hell  for  you.  but  granted,  i'd  only  look  half  as  good  in  the  photos.    

[richmenlikeithot]

“ we never go out of style . ” @gllianowens

it's a witch hunt, but instead of brooms and wands, they have perfectly conditionated hair and manicured nails. she doesn't care about being labeled a dumb blonde; it's all part of the business, but if anyone should be allowed to see how nervous jackie is about the trial, that one is beverly, the only one smart enough to not be fooled by the blonde locks and pink tendencies since forever. what would she do without her best friend, her girlfriend, always by her side, whether it's about a new pair of shoes or a fraud and theft scheme?

"we are the style, babe. court pictures will be the new trend again as soon as our own pictures are out, i'm sure." she tries to joke at first, like dipping her toes in cold water, waiting to see how much she is willing to talk. one thing she always appreciated about their relationship is how much of a secret language of their own they shared; some things were spoken through looks, other through gestures, at the end of the day they'd be smiling to each other and locking arms as always. but she wants to talk about it, feels it's important enough to not just brush it off and go on. "it's just... it's so ridiculous. there's barely a case. we are very pretty and charming so some men gifted us some jewelry. tale as old as time. i just hate when people think they can mess with us."

but there's no point in feeling bad for herself, and she refuses to do that. all publicity is good publicity; people are talking about them, and as soon as they are proven innocent, people will jump to the opportunity of exploring their images and personalities even more than they are already doing. she already has ideas for the next covers and interviews she'll give. "you know, i don't even wanna talk about it. we should start planning the clothes we will be wearing to court. i was thinking of something marc jacobs, like winona. or psyche haute couture. i have to have a chat with miuccia before deciding anything, though."

is this the right time to talk about marriage or far from it? jackie decides to not say anything yet, afraid it won't be taken seriously when she's so obviously fidgety. "after this whole thing, we should pack our things and stay away for a while. i'd like to visit dotty. stay off the radar. time for a good rebranding. i know we have just come back from vacations, but it's kinda the reason we will need another one."

[richmenlikeithot]

❛ in such a wave of #girlboss feminism, what we should question is: does jacqueline jolie lives in a world with pink skies and clear air? is that the same world where we must defend a rich white woman for being a calculated airhead? maybe barbie wasn't a satire after all, and we have a real life version of stereotypical barbie prancing through the streets, wondering whether her latest affair will get her a shiny pair of diamonds earrings or the good old emeralds before she decides to look for a new romance . . . ❜

she's no barbie, but in jackie jolie's world, there's not much space for negativity. sugar, spice, and everything nice, as they say. on her less busy days, she wakes up in her beautiful huge bed, has a banana and strawberries smoothie (her very favorite!), spends half an hour on the peloton and then she gets to start the day. she answers her emails, replies to her team texts, puts the phone on do not disturb and spends at least an hour on the bathtub. today is no different, though she's been waiting for the opportunity to tell her side of the story for what it seems a long time; her outfit was chosen the night before, it doesn't take long for her to get ready. she kisses her figure in the mirror before leaving, there is no way someone will mess with her today!

being the vogue cover star of the month was nothing new for her, and so was being interviewed. for as long as she remembered, people had always wanted to know everything about her: from the nail polish she used on her toes to the hair conditioner she personally approved, the questions could be endless, and if it was all in good fun, she wouldn't mind answering some of them. but this time was different — jackie was going to talk about something very different from her predicted tendencies for the next season, and there was no better option for a listener than the great tamasin sinclair. she was sure her life's latest chapter would be another story kept for fans to wonder about and nonexistent grandchildren to know, but directly addressing it could be a good thing too. yes, some men gifted me diamonds. what about it?

" oh, you did your homework, dear! " jackie takes off her sunglasses upon stepping on tammy's office, smiling at the huge table. " they are terribly true, don't worry. when i'm having it with a friend, which happens to be the case today, " she takes her seat, immediately being careful enough to turn off two of the phones she carries around with her everywhere. the only one she doesn't turn off is the personal one; beverly might want to talk to her, and she wouldn't like to miss that call. " breakfast is a serious deal, and this couldn't be any more perfect. very suitable for two material girls, huh? " she raises her glass, nodding to tammy.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄́ 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 . 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 .

‹‹ jackie  jolie  is  a  certifiable woman  of  taste.  from  the  early  years  of  her  career,  a  doe - eyed  little  doll  that  speaks  and  poses  and  sells  magazines  like  water,  everyone  seemed  to  have  a  story  or  two  to  share,  a  little  anecdote  to  add  to  her  carefully  painted  public  figurine.  some  say  she  likes  her  morning  coffee  this  way.  some  say  she  spends  a  little  too  long  in  the  shower  every  morning.  some,  that  her  walk-in  closet  could  fit  two  small  suburban  houses.  jackie's  presence  comes  intertwined  with  an  infinity  of  manufactured  attempts  to  destroy  her  reputation  even  from  those  times.  she's  never  had  to  work  very  hard  to  disprove  them,  and  in  some  magical  rendition  of  a  fourth  state  miracle,  those  attempts  at  tearing  her  down  have  become  so  ingrained  to  her  reputation  that  it  would  be  pointless  to  try  and  prove  anyone  wrong.  her  contribution  to  popular  culture  became  as  rooted  in  the  mystique  of  her  persona  as  it  is  in  her  statements  as  a  fashion  mogul.  even  now,  with  photographs  of  jackie  sat  in  front  of  a  judge  and  pleading  innocence  on  a  fraud  and  theft  scheme,  opinions  fall  polarized  not  on  whether  or  not  the  model  has  any  involvement  in  it,  but  instead  in  whether  it  should  be  considered  empowering  in  the  event  that  indeed  she  did  those  things. ››

tammy  takes  a  sip  of  her  coffee,  bites  the  inside  of  her  lip, saves the file for later.  she  can  almost  hear  the  high  pitch  of  her  editors  as  they  minced  their  words  around  telling  her  the  undeniable:  she  sounds  as  biased  as  she  is  in  this  article.  but  this  isn't  the  new  york  times.  it's  vogue  america.  and  she  happens  to  be  editor  in  chief.  she  closes her laptop at last,  knowing  her  october  cover  star  should  be  arriving  soon.  under  the  light  of  the  metropolitan  morning,  she  checks  herself  in  the  mirror  one  last  time.

   tammy:  jackie !  you  ...  made  it  !  (  she  turns  to  face  her,  quickly  skipping  on  her  heels  to  properly  greet  the  woman  by  the  door.  her  assistant  used  to  announce  important  guests  on  the  speaker  once,  but  judging  by  the  look  on  her  face  through  the  glass,  the  girl  might  as  well  be  too  starstruck  to  speak.  )  please  ,  come  on  in  .  i  didn't  know  how  true  the  rumors  about  your  terribly  extravagant  breakfasts  were  ,  but  i  figured  a  table  of  all  -  pink  -  treats  wouldn't  really  hurt  us  material girls . 

with  a  wink,  she  waves  at  the  table  of  edible  pinks  in  the  center  of  her  office  and  urges  jackie  to  have  a  seat.  although  surely  not  to  the  same  extent  as  the  model,  she's  faced  her  share  of  critic  for  being  too  pink  to  be  taken  seriously,  and  if  not  the  impact  on  the  fashion  industry,  the  entire  quote-unquote theft  contradiction  was  enough  to  sparkle  a  little  affection  for  the  woman  in  her  chest.  these  days,  it's  like  women  like  them  in  this  industry  just  can't  win...

@whenthepwn ;

[richmenlikeithot]

enganar homens ricos cegos pela luxúria era o hobby pessoal de jackie. e cruzeiros eram o ambiente perfeito para isso, claro! quanto tempo demoraria para pelo menos um terço daqueles homens estarem mandando presentes especiais para sua cabine? gostava de cavalheiros à moda antiga, e não aceitaria nada menos do quê o tratamento de clark gable. era uma espécie de gilda, there never was a woman like her! flertes poderiam ser interessantes e boas distrações, mas antes de tudo, onde estavam seus presentes? os queridos diamantes, em particular. gostava de cortejos e de mimos caríssimos, e nunca abriria mão deles. com o penteado de loretta young e a confiança que apenas um especialista em filmes de loretta lawrence e amèlie bergstein poderia ter, acompanhava beverly pelo deck quase reservadamente, analisando todas as pessoas que passavam por ela. ❝ we are unique, bev, that's the reason! ❞ apressou o passo, dando pequenos acenos para todos os homens ao seu redor. já conseguia se imaginar com o colar de diamantes mais brilhante do salão. não tão interessada nos atletas quanto a outra, direcionou sua atenção para um grupo de empresários discutindo bem a frente, tendo seus próximos alvos decididos.

concordou com a sugestão de drinks antes da real diversão começar, a acompanhando alegremente pela menção de seu apelido. qualquer um que a conhecesse bem saberia de seu interesse por marilyn monroe e a inspiração nela. não era tão difícil de perceber, porém, seus nomes falsos costumavam ser variações de nomes das personagens de marilyn. com certeza já devia ter assinado alguma coisa com marilyn monroe. jackie jolie era para pouquíssimos. o h. de seu nome apenas beverly sabia sobre. mas era uma lenda; gostava de pensar que suas histórias tinham sido contadas em clubes masculinos com grande empolgação. ❝ you are so pretty in this dress, sweetie. ❞ qualquer um que as visse pensaria se tratar em um elogio amigável, mas era bem mais do que isso. sua relação com beverly era bastante firme, e a fixação saudável por alguns presentinhos não era o suficiente para as derrubar. ❝ i think we are the main attraction today. i don't really blame them for being so interested. who wouldn't be? ❞ comentou com um sorriso convencido ao perceber a quantidade de pessoas que as seguiam.

a kiss in the hand may be quite continental, but diamonds...

                ❝  ———  greetings from california,  bitches!   ❞    os braços erguidos, um grande v acima de sua cabeça,  beverly comemorou, como se qualquer uma daquelas pessoas realmente se importasse com sua presença.  v is for victory.  e passariam a se importar, de qualquer maneira, como todos acabavam fazendo.  beverly e jackie sempre traziam vida a todos os ambientes.  qualquer viagem em um cruzeiro até agora perderia sua graça  /  nada como passar algumas semanas em alto mar na companhia daquelas senhoritas.  a gigantesca mala sendo arrastada de um lado para o outro, beverly caminhou na ponta dos pés até a beira do píer, parando somente para esperar pela companheira.   ❝  jackie!  they always wait for two gals,  love,  but not this much.  come on!    ❞

o caminho até o deck do cruzeiro acabara sendo mais conturbado do que o imaginado. apesar de encontrar seus mais prezados alvos  –  que apareciam na engomada e grisalha forma de riquíssimos empresários que preferiam encontrar conforto em estranhas e presenteá-las do que de fato encarar certas verdades na vida –, acabaram trombando em um time inteiro de qualquer-fosse-aquele-esporte.  oof.  beverly tinha total segurança em sua relação com jackie, mas a simples ideia de conseguir alguns presentinhos por fora graças a alguns atletas endinheirados parecia boa demais para passar despercebida. fez uma nota mental  –  descobrir que esporte era aquele e porque todos homens pareciam tão animados sobre ele. entregando as malas para um dos marinheiros, agradecendo rapidamente por levá-la até o quarto.  ❝  what do you say, miss monroe?  first stop,  super classy bar?  i could really use some drinks before getting to work.  ❞   sugeriu, enganchando seu braço no da outra, caminhando pelos decks enquanto analisava as pessoas, lugares e comportamentos.