#Beverly Bright

[dianassswoo]

I know, I know... Recycled drawings but hey, at least there's more information about them! :O)

[coyotetatertot]

Promotional for Tate's company in my interp of A Better World AU.

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God, I love exploring what he can do if he hadn't suffered through his father abandoning them and then YEARS of caretaker burnout as he tried in vain to heal his dad. What if he hadn't learned to fear his intellect and skill. What if Appalachia hadn't been cut out of him by being raised in the Bay Area. What if his abilities and cultural identity were both nurtured and encouraged by loving parents and a strong educational support system. What then. 👁️

I think he definitely still has his issues, because public figures often do lol. Fame causes so many problems. But fuck if I don't wanna let this lil scruffy genius out of his mental cage of repression, burnout, and depression. I think he's wild, enthusiastic, and has so much heart and spirit underneath all those layers of bullshit. 30 years of suffering and he is in his 30s, the divergence of the AU puts him on a radically different path from childhood and that makes him a TOTALLY new person.

On the highest peaks in the world, the strongest tethers aren't your rope, but the emotional ties which unite your climbing team and keep you connected to those waiting for you back home. Whether it's by blood or by choice, Tater Higgs McGucket understands the importance of family. Son of revolutionary inventor and co-founder of the Institute of Oddology Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, Tate describes his father as his closest friend, collaborator, and mentor. In collaboration with family friend and other co-founder of the Institute Stanford ("Ford") Pines, the three first designed their renowned supplemental oxygen delivery system after an expedition studying anomalies in the Himalayas.

"Our investigation took us to Camp 1 of Manaslu," Tate described in an exclusive interview with Mountaineering Monthly last week, "And I was shocked by the amount of traffic. This was some of the roughest terrain on the planet, but we saw more people out there than on some of my hiking trips back home in Oregon. . . Ford was our interpreter, and after talking with the locals, we realized that there were all these companies selling tickets to the top — with sherpas puttin' themselves on the line just to ferry tourists to the summit."

The influx of inexperienced climbers has had disastrous consequences, as Tate witnessed firsthand. "A lot of these people, they're physically and mentally capable of makin' that kinda climb, but maybe they don't follow best practice. You can summit without any oxygen, if ya stop and acclimatize along the way. But that takes a while, so it can be really temptin' to ignore your body and throw an oxygen bandaid at the problem. But then you're puttin' yourself in an emergency situation if it fails. While we were there, one of those climbers ran out, and a sherpa had to run more oxygen up there. I told him there was a storm a-comin', but he went up anyway. And we ended up losin' 'em both."

Tate's growing twang was underscored by a nervous bouncing of his leg, and he took a moment to collect himself before resuming the interview.

"Dad and I had a look at these open circuit breathing apparatuses. While they were reliable, we saw they were plum wasteful. Knew we could make somethin' better. There's a growin' culture of risk-takin' 'round them mountains. And maybe we cain't stop the industry that's causin' these problems, but we can at least make it safer for them climbers. 'Cuz at the end of the day, regardless of what ya think about these people? With an accident like that, there’s people left behind that're a-hurtin' somethin' fierce. Partners, friends, kids without parents. I mean, just the thought of losin' my dad like that is enough to break my heart — but that's reality, for both the families of that climber and the sherpa who died tryin' to save him. . . Naw, I reckon we can do better."

That was how the youngest McGucket, who had become a household name in the 1990s for his work in designing personal computers with his father's company, first ventured into the world of alpinism. But what he hadn't expected was to fall in love during the process.

"I always needed nature," he explained, "I get overstimulated awfully easy, and so I go out there to clear my head. Been hikin' and fishin' since I was a kid. . . And so, after workin' with climbers to test this equipment — I saw a lot of them eight-thousanders up close, right? And one day, I just knew I had to see it from the top."

But having become familiar with the dangers involved, Tate knew that preparing himself for such a climb would be no easy task.

Luckily, he found a trainer in Ford's twin brother, Stanley Pines.

“Stanley is a stand-up guy. Real old school. Throws a hell of a punch, catches a hell of a catfish.” Tate said of his mentor, “He’s a fighter. So I knew I needed him, because all it takes is one slip up or act of god for these expeditions to turn life-or-death. And he’s been great. Neither of us knew much about rock climbin’ or mountaineering before all this. But we’ve learned together. And having summited a few eight-thousanders now, I can tell ya, I wouldn’t be here without his help.”

Also aiding in his expeditions were his prototype real-time weather and vital monitoring systems, which have since become standard issue in all McGucket brand protective wear. But Tate is most proud of his high-frequency beacon system, which allows climbers to communicate with their partners and first responders — even from inside perilous crevasses.

"The danger of avalanche or serac collapse is real. There are times when your life just ain’t in your own hands. Our systems allow climbers to communicate when they’re entering or exiting a perilous area, and can send out an SOS. They’re also constantly pinging, so in the event somethin��� does happen, they’ll help your climbing partners or first responders find you.”

But high altitudes aren’t the only place you’ll find the twin peaks of McGucket Mountaineering. Tate’s inventions have seen heavy use by first responders of all stripes, from firefighters to wilderness search and rescue — and he has recently signed a contract to manufacture respirators for medical use.

"At the end of the day, it’s all about making it home safely.” Tate concluded, “You gotta prioritize what matters most. You can do incredible things in this world, but none of it matters if you can’t share them with the people who love you.”

[sainz100]

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[ai-failure-ai-cartoonized]

Beverly Hills Cop (1984)

[hazeltailofficial]

VALENTINE'S DAY FLASHBACK

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[chlmtsdoll]

SHOPPING WITH ART

౨ৎ Summary: it’s in the title ! Ballerina!reader x Art on a shopping date 🤍

౨ৎ Word count: 2k

౨ৎ Warnings: sugar baby! reader, mentions & talk of sex (duh !), semi public sexual acts, age gap (reader early 20’s) dilf age Art, fluff, needy reader, horny Art, mentions of Tashi in between, mutual pinning, petite!reader (sorry tall ppl), reader and Art are all over each other constantly

A/N: don’t know if I should classify this as a blurb or a fic but I’m gonna go with blurb since it’s short and sweet !!

“Dogs ?”

You had scrunched up your nose and shook your head terribly at Arts attempts to guess your favorite animal. He tilted his head as he looked down at you with a grin.

“Cats ?” He probed. You nodded pleased, with a giggle.

“Do I strike you as a dog person at all ?”

“No.” Art had laughed out and it sounded of wealth and pure adoration of you.

You two had been walking down Rodeo Drive in the mist of perfect weather on a bright day, Art had offered to take you shopping while Tashi took care of tennis business for the two of you. She requested some space and quietness for an hour or two — so of course you’d never pass up your expectation of basically trying on dresses for Art Donaldson as a living.

It still hadn’t hit you on the full one-eighty your life has taken from going from a lost ballerina to Art and Tashi’s young, beautiful, tennis protégé.

Or shared girlfriend. Whatever you had been.

You loved it. Especially days like this, you’d spend as much time as you could with Art when he wasn’t touring because he made you feel like it had only been the two of you on earth when you were together. You never stopped laughing, blushing, kissing… and a spawn of other things.

But when he’d been actually playing tennis, or doing things for his career like press or photoshoots. You missed him dearly. Even when he’d spend time with his daughter Lily.

It made your mood dim, and you’d find yourself dissociating from conversations or tennis to think about him or ponder when he’d be back to steal you away again. Tashi always caught you in the drift of it, but you’d snap right back to reality when you’d hear her say. “Okay. Art’s gonna take you out.” Your mood and demeanor would shift entirely.

“I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.”

“Isn’t that movie controversial ?” Art questioned.

“Aren’t you much older than me ?” You replied as you glanced up at him, giving him every glitter of your wide Bambi eyes. He chucked.

“Oh. So should I walk on the other side of the sidewalk.. if that’s too much for you ?” He looked down at you as he moved from where you walked to the other side of the not so spacious side walk to prove his sarcasm.

“No!” You pleaded with a girlish laugh as you followed him anyways, bumping your shoulder into his arm on purpose not to be separated for another second.

You’d want to hold his hand so badly when you two would be out together, but with his public image being Tashi Duncan’s star husband, it wasn’t exactly the best decision when it came to the press — so even with as much as he wanted to, Tashi always told him to lay low when it came to physical contact with you in the open. Especially somewhere as public as Beverly Hills.

You’d never known where paparazzi had been hiding, lurking and waiting. And it wouldn’t be so easy for them to try and idealize it as Art Donaldson and his exceptionally younger “friend” that he takes shopping and on dates.

Tashi couldn’t control when you had been at home and essentially couldn’t keep your hands off each other entirely. Always hugging, cuddling, fucking. It didn’t matter. You were on him or vise versa, but when you’d go out Tashi would specifically insist “don’t touch each other.” before you’d leave.

But hiding didn’t transpire to you so much when you just completely couldn’t help yourself when it came to the man that made your heart flutter, you’d fought the limitations anyways.

Walking side by side you brushed your pinky against Arts much bigger hand. You saw him look down and a soft grin took upon his lips at the sight of your manicured pink tips grabbing at his hand. He could never resist you. locking pinky’s with yours, your smile had turned bashful but pleased as you’d walk together. Just praying no paps had caught the moment and you’d have to go through Tashi’s wrath later on.

♡

It was dress after dress you’d pick off of the rack, skirts, tops, and more shoes than you’d ever seen at once in person. But you absolutely adored this. Trying not to make another painfully high pitched sound when you’d find another pair that made your eyes go wide in awe.

Art was right there behind you as he chuckled at all of your darling reactions, finding it utterly too cute. You were like a doll and he’d spoil you till you’d probably pass out from exhaustion the moment you both got home from all the perks of shopping till you dropped. Literally.

“I don’t know. I love the waistline, but a deep v neck ? I just don’t see it.” You stepped out of the dressing rooms to where Art had been lounging on a chair since he wasn’t allowed in the actual dressing room area.

Art couldn’t say he didn’t know a thing or two when it came to a sense in fashion. Tennis was a sport based around the most expensive and luxury brands displaying their most fashionable and articulately put together pieces on star athletes like himself. But mainly living with the total of four ladies including the maid, had done his knowledge of the craft wonders.

“I think you look amazing in it, baby.” He implied, crystal blues tracing your perfect body cinched into the tight dress.

It made your breast sit in such a way that Art had to adjust the way he sat in his seat. You looked at yourself in the mirror while your hand ran down your curves. Your heels made you stand taller and your legs showcased eloquently.

One of the workers brought you a glass of champagne and you thanked her kindly before taking a sip, then turning to Art with a suggestive unsure look on your face.

“But do I look amazing though ?” You asked puzzled, with mostly sarcasm and art had shook his head, he chuckled as you glided back into the dressing rooms.

He even brought you things to try on as he just couldn’t pull back from his own suggestions of what he thought you looked to die for in.

“Art,” You turned to him opening up the curtain of the small space as you’d been in the mist of changing, just in your bra and panties.

“Put this on.” He passed you a dress and you were taken back by his desperation and need to see you in his choice of clothing. You stood and took it from him, but you couldn’t deny the slight pass of dominance from him turned you on a bit. You smiled at the curtain when he closed it quickly to leave so he wouldn’t get caught.

When you came out in what he had gave you, Art unfolded his leg and sat straighter in his chair as he examined the sight. And was it a sight to see.

The dress was white, a sixties kind of cut as it made your waist look otherworldly. The corset top made your torso extend and it was short enough that if you moved a little too much it would have been quite a show.

“So, what do you think of your outfit choice on me, Mr. Donaldson ?” You asked with your hands on your hips and the look on his face as his eyes graced over you had you blushing terribly.

Art had to take in a breath with an embarrassing place being lost for words, he stood up to walk towards you. His hand touched the delicate straps.

“Turn around.” he instructed.

“Okay. Bossy.” You joked, meanwhile he bit his lip to hold back nearly letting out an audible noise as he took in the way it cupped your ass just right. You were perfection in his eyes, all dolled up just for him. He licked his lips,

“You’re gorgeous, angel. Do you like it ? Because I love it, and I think you need it in your wardrobe. Well, not need, but it would be a nice touch.” He went on and you laughed at his high regard, your face heating up quite quickly now.

“I think it’s really pretty.” Your hand ran across the top that was embroidered with jewels, your smile enchanting as Art watched you.“next one coming up.”

You had walked by to go change again, but as you did you felt a smack on your ass and you turned around quickly to see Art grinning to himself when you gasped.

The responsible side of you would of protested as you remembered Tashi’s words, but you were anything but responsible when it came to your favorite blonde. You shook your head as your sly smile matched his and you went back into your dressing room.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t that long before Art had snuck in again and opened up the curtain, this time inserting himself into the room with you.

“Art!” You could hardly stop him before he had moved your hair out of the way and started attacking your neck with kisses, sucking in your sent as hands ran over your body,

“Fuck, you look good.” He breathed out as he kissed you and you’d fallen weak to his trap. Hands running to grab his hair as he groped your tits through the dress and kissed you sloppily. He towered over your dainty figure as he treated your body like clay for him to mold, you let out a whine from the back of your throat as he ran his tongue over yours.

His hands were flighting to unzip your dress while hiking it up your hips at the same time.

“Careful, it’s not mine,” you breathed out as Art peppered kisses anywhere he could.

“Oh, it will be yours. I’m buying it as soon as I’m done with you.” his tone was low and full of arousal as he pushed your front against the wall of the dressing room.

As much as you wanted him to fuck you right there, feel every inch of his need to have you take his cock while he treated you to an entire wardrobe that any girl your age would die for, was enough to make you shed your panties right then. But you had slipped from under his grasp.

“We can’t, we’re in public.” You uttered and Art had backed away from you with a groan as he ran his hands down his face and you grinned at the state you had gotten him in, uncomfortably hard and dick nearly ready to come through his fly at just the sight of you.

“Fine,” he sighed out and got ahold of himself before leaving again, you tried not to give him a mischievous smirk as you adjusted yourself and the dress. “Don’t think I don’t know how much you want it, you little minx, be ready for later because we’re not done here.”

You batted your eyelashes and acted all innocent as he shut the curtain and then you giggled to yourself. You had all the shoes and dresses you wanted ready by the time you exited again, and now with lips shimmering with gloss, you made eye contact with Art as he paid for all your new attire with pleasure. Licking his own lips every time he scanned over you, he carried all of your bags and he walked out with you happily.

Completely forgetting about the paparazzi, Art took your hand in his with ease. leading you down the walkway and you had bitten your lip under a satisfied little smile.

A/N: ugh ! I need that !

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!journalist reader

summary: a lil joke thing i wanted to write because homeboy is bringing home the big bucks 🤭

warnings: just read 🫵🏽 this is a crack fic lol

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t take this all too seriously 😭 hope y’all enjoy plus who know i’ll actually make it into a thing 🧍🏽‍♀️

tags: @alika-4466 @purplelewlew @exotic-iris13 @arshiyuh @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @youre-sooooo-funny @louvrepool @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @httpsserene @motheroffae

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Being an independent journalist in this sport wasn’t easy at all but only within the parameters of any paddock around the world as most journalists rarely agreed with you, being neutral about anything in f1 wasn’t your thing.

Speaking your mind as the race went on was what set you apart from the rest, along with your humour and your honesty towards drivers and team principals. Not to mention you were extremely biased, keeping your liking to three to five drivers but only one occupied your mind every time you think about him.

I think you know who I’m talking about.

Your support for Lewis goes back to 2015, discovering the sport and immediately wanting to put your journalism skills to the test, aiming for the f1 paddock to at least catch a glimpse of the most talked about driver. Quickly building up a blog and several other social media accounts, you got to telling the world your thoughts and feelings for every race and your supporters rooted for you to achieve your goal.

Having the opportunity to attend thee race in 2020 as a guest of F1, you arrived at the Turkish Grand Prix with your head held high and a dress so gorgeous that it sparked rumours between you and the driver you were writing about. Not to mention the hug he gave you when you first met in the Mercedes garage, praising and thanking you for the support over the years. He’s been watching you and your work. That made your heart so warm.

Then he won his 7th world championship, breaking all records and that day, he deemed you his lucky charm.

And since then, it’s been a work wife-work husband friendship between you two. Fans constantly shipping you too, the clips of your shared interviews at the media pen of the intense eye contact and even off-track sightings once in a while such as a quick lunch.

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The atmosphere in Australia was unlike anything you’ve ever seen in your career, the paddock was practically painted red, Ferrari red to be specific. Everyone eager for Lewis to arrive as his first season as a driver for the legendary team.

Deciding to subtly support him and his new team, you rocked maroon everything, not yet ready to fully embrace the extreme bright red. It just might be your new favourite colour, from your hair right down to the tips of your high heeled boots.

Whilst setting your camera equipment up (gracefully given to you by Ferrari themselves), you couldn’t help but reminisce back to the year before of when he told you he was leaving Mercedes, a single facetime call in the nighttime.

“You made me pause the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, this better be good.” You said, placing the popcorn bowl down on your coffee table. Giving him squinted eyes, he just smiled at you.

“Are you alone right now?” He asked and that set aback for a bit. “You tryna do something funny, Lewis? Because you’re in Monaco right now and I’m at my house.” You raised your eyebrow at him, hiding how nervous you were to even suggest that to him but thankfully, he took it as a joke.

“No no, I’ve got some big news and I wanted to tell you before it gets out.” He replied, seeing how you stood up and placed your phone on your kitchen counter to prepare for this. “Okay, I’m ready. What’s up?” You clasped your hands together, not prepared to hear what came out of his mouth next.

“I’m moving to Ferrari next year.”

“You’re lying.” And all he did was smile as he saw your face drop at this news. He shook his head and that woke you to run around your apartment screaming. Running back to your phone, he was still there but just laughing his lungs out.

“Give me the details right now or else I’ll fly there. I’m not playing, Lew.”

A small smile was plastered on your face as you racked through the memories of that night and till that day, you still couldn’t believe it even though it was right in front of you. The media pen became louder and louder as you continued to mic yourself up along with connecting the mic to the camera and you immediately knew who caused the stir.

He already had such an aura surrounding him so much so that you could feel him whenever he entered the room. You were aware he arrived earlier and most likely changed but seeing the official team shirt on him was odd but fitting.

Lewis had a simple routine whenever he got to the media pen: everyone else then you because his time with you could be lengthened and he was so damn grateful that it was a Thursday because it meant even more time just walking around the paddock pretending it’s an interview when really, you guys were just spending time together.

After all the drivers had their interviews with you, laughing as they walked away because of some joke you told or happy that you asked different questions than everyone else. The man of the hour strolled over to your section with a look in his eye that gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Do not give me that look, Lewis. It’s weird seeing you in that shirt.” You said as he leaned against the barricade, maintaining eye contact with you. “I’m just taking in the red on you, it’s your colour.” He smirked at the reaction from you, the slight shock from the tone of his voice.

There was always a tad bit of tension between the two of you, feeling that twinge of a spark whenever he merely touched you. As you worked with over the years, you wanted your crush on him to diminish because that would just be unprofessional but he did not seem to care. At all. Often being spotted at various places together that he claimed were just two friends hanging out but just one look from him could have you in the clouds of days.

“Uh..huh. Wanna get these questions done or you wanna keep staring?” You asked with sass, watching him tilt his head a little and maintaining eye contact. “We can go right ahead, Y/n.” Lewis replied and you knew this was going to be a long interview.

Several questions later with a bunch of tension that you were sure the viewers would catch, you discreetly turned the camera to ask one of your infamous unserious questions that you did with every driver and you were sure this one were to get a laugh out of Lewis.

Holding the little card in front of you, you grinned with your left eye closing slightly more than the other. “It’s one of my favourite parts of any interview, unserious question time.” You said. “How unserious are we speaking here?” He asked with the slightest grin on his face just admiring you do your job.

“Only if you promise to answer it.” You said, holding out your manicured pinkie finger and Lewis hooked his with yours, solidifying the promise. “Okay okay, the whole world was shocked on how much Ferrari wanted you so much so that they literally doubled your salary.” You started.

“It’s now sitting at a hundred million a year. My question to you is who you gonna share it with and will it be me?”

“If you’re being serious, then it can be you.” He smiled and in that moment, your stomach dropped.

“Carl Davidson, I’m not playing around. Are you being for real?” You asked, lowering your voice so that no one could hear a thing.

He leaned in a bit more to whisper his next answer. “As real as you meeting me later on for dinner.” Lewis faced you then winked, walking away with your face still in shock. After standing there for what felt like forever, you felt your phone vibrate with a text from the man himself.

lew <3

you look gorgeous in red btw

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yourusername “anything you want, princess” — lewis hamilton.

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saint’s team radio (again) 🎀: hope you all enjoyed! again, this is like a crack fic lol. there’s so many stories that’ll be released soon i’m excited 🥹 okay bye!

[realprissygirl]

The 2010s Black Barbie Look

a deep dive on one of my fav sub styles ever. this aesthetic takes from the 2010s baddie, swag movement, and a lingering hyperfemininity from the 2000s that soon was obliterated by most brands a few years later. i’ve always been into this look as i was the intended audience. a teenage black girl in high school when this look took off.

the vibe ❤︎︎

“everyone was a barb. victoria’s secret was the go to place to shop on fridays after school. you were the cool girl if you had more than four beauty rush glosses. the scent of love spell filled your bedroom.”

biggest influencers

aaliyah jay

ella bandz

asian doll

cuban doll

nicki minaj

blac chyna

india love

kash doll

molly brazy

dream doll

shannade and shannon clermont

rico nasty

pattyeffinmayo

bali baby

color palette ❤︎︎

+ neon yellow/green, pinky purple

pink of course! very girly and femme. but a much wider range of shades vs today. there was a huge boom in neons too. (this tracks back to the return of the 80s/90s fashion elements) (i remember having this lime green PINK quarter zip that i loved so so much). also gray was a super popular accent color for fashion and interior. zebra print decor was a staple (seen in aaliyahjay’s and ellabandz’ bedrooms) because vs pink was so big, the white on hot pink polka dot pattern was seen everywhere from clothing to needing to girls decorating their rooms with VS PINK bags.

the staples ❤︎︎

fashion

aurora borealis swarovski crystal details

PINK

crop tops

fuzzy tops

heather gray

neon leopard print

white on pink polka dots

sequins

bamboo earrings

pink mcm bags

MICHAEL KORS EVERYTHING

ugg and bearpaw fur boots

juicy couture backpacks

pink timberland boots

beauty

mac cosmetics

anastasia beverly hills eyeshadow

eye glitter

cut creases

glued on rhinestones

colourpop ultra matte lippies

pale pink lippies

anastasia beverly hills dip brow

glitter gloss

mega volume bundles

too faced chocolate bar eyeshadow palette collection

deep side part sew ins

artist couture loose highlight

blinding highlighter

gigantic messy buns

sleek ponytails with swoop details

nyx soft matte lip cream

victoria’s secret beauty rush lip gloss

blonde blow outs

“coffin” nails

pink nails

blonde hair and dark roots

tartelette palette

poppin hoez lip gloss

essentials

hello kitty accessories like phone cases

3d phone cases

phone cases with sassy phrases

luxe addiction cases

fur keychains

pink beats

kendra’s boutique hair barb tools

iphone glitter skins

rose gold iphone

perfume bottle phone cases

fragrance

nicki minaj fragrances

victoria’s secret pink mists

paris hilton fragrances

ariana grande fragrances

versace bright crystal

core elements ❤︎︎

2010s black baddie aesthetic but hyper pink and girly, like the 24 year old baddie’s teenage sister

the omg girlz

harajuku barbie culture

bad girls club

the rise of the rapper gf archetype

nicki minaj’s transition from harajuku barbie to onika

the influx of “doll” female rappers

stripper influencers

[eastend-if]

👥DEMO 👥 PLAYLIST 👥 PINTEREST 👥 COG FORUM

You keep having the same dreams over and over. It happened, years ago, before you left. You thought you had left Eastend behind for good.

It seems you can never truly escape your past. The Priest had warned you.

There's a girl you've never seen in your dreams. Yet, she seems so familiar - as a forgotten teddy bear you left in the attic of your home. She feels right, she looks wrong, she's wrong. Because she's not you, she says. And the two of you stand on the road...a bright light blinds you but the smell of iron reaches you. You do not need your eyes to deduce the ending of the nightmares.

Metaphorical dreams have never been your forte...except this is real. On the day you arrive, she's still alive. And smiling...laughing...walking with her friends. She looks like a normal girl of your age.

You black out - from the shock you think. The familiar iron smell being all too close, it makes you nauseous. At least, the earthen scent that lingers on your clothes counters it a little.

Why are you in the woods again?

....Why is there blood on your hands?

Welcome home, whispers the wind.

• Customize the vessel whether be it in looks, personality or identity.

• You are free to romance four of the cast. Maybe more, there are many eyes on you.

• Your choices will shape you as they shape the town. They will have consequences on the people around you and those who aren't anymore. Be careful you never know what effect the ripples may have.

• Explore your past to shape your future.

• Fight your nightmares should you be so inclined - or welcome them, there might be surprises in the deep dark part of your mind?

• Choose whether or not you'll doom your childhood town - although, that might not be left to you. Leaving is an option too, after all, you've already left once.

• Survive - or don't. You didn't think you were the only one who could save them, did you?

Eastend is rated 18+ for sexual themes, substance use, explicit language, explicit violence, death and more.

Beverly Arevalo [F,23], your childhood friend. At least, one of you perceived it that way. She has always been difficult to read and understand, you were one of the few who could years back. Maybe you can rekindle your friendship - maybe it will grow into more. The only thing you know for certain is that there are many unknowns surrounding Beverly.

Aina Valen [F,26] is that stereotypical preppy girl, at least what you know of her. You were never quite close when you still lived in town, but things have changed and so have both of you. Surprisingly enough, she works at the library now, having taken over her brother. You're not aware of what happened between them, only that she seems overly bored whenever you pass by the vitrine. At least she insists on telling you you are the 'spice' of her days, whatever that may mean.

Benjamin Li [M,26] his preferred nickname, Benji has always shown kindness to you and this didn't change with your unexpected return. He somehow always has a nice word for you or others in his vicinity, it's refreshing quite frankly. There are always critters following him around but they say animals are good judges of characters so that's a good sign, right?

Hezekiah Lyncroft [M, 24] was always a pain in your ass, even younger. Always arguing with you over anything and nothing, he was the reason for many headaches. Back then, there were rumours about his home life, ones you remember well. At least, he seems to be in a better place nowadays, even though he's still a pain to be around. But not all pains are bad.

+ familiar faces and strangers you've yet to meet

Demo stands currently at 5.8k words. It is meant as short introduction to the setting and story. Hope you enjoy despite the length :)

[dianassswoo]

"...With no clear approximations of their introduction to the original Welcome Home series, this group of friends (referred to colloquially by old scripts discovered as "The Girls") served as supporting cast (such as The Joyfuls and Miss Beagle) throughout its broadcast. It is clear that they were not part of the neighborhood and apparently were not relatives of any of the neighbors residents of Home but they were still part of subplots of some episodes of the series. The only thing that It is known that signs of their personalities are that Amy Annesley liked to dance, Beverly Bright liked to give orders and Carly Clover liked to read poetry." —The Welcome Home Restoration Proyect.

[blackscarabfilmz]

Actually I appreciate the rant! No joke, when I made the post, I was going to include a little joke about how hard it is to see anything in modern TV and movies but I forgot to include it:

cinematic parallels

Star Trek: Picard (S3E1: The Next Generation) // Star Trek: Generations (1994), Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (1984), Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (1982)

[p1nkprincess444]

Hannibal with his FBI agent s/o on their weddibg night (she knows about him)

I took a bit of my own spin on this request, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ - ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ

female fbi agent!reader x hannibal lecter

word count: 1,695

contents: 18+, marriage, very small mentions of murder, small angst

Your hands were shaking as you picked up the drawings in front of you. They were detailed intricate drawings of murder victims from cases you had been on, but they were never shown to the public in such a way. The only people who would have seen the victims in this way were fellow FBI agents and the killer… But how could Hannibal have known? You thought maybe you left a file out in the open and he had wandered upon it. Before you could think of anything else two large hands clasped over your shoulders. 

The day was perfect, there was a nice breeze blowing through the air as the sun peaked out from behind the clouds. You with your close friend Beverly who was helping you into your floor length white gown. Your dress clung to your figure beautifully and was detailed with small gems and pearls sewn into the fabric. Hannibal had instructed you to get the gown that you loved the most, and now you were wearing it and you were sure Hannibal would love it. Your mind wandered to your soon to be husband as Beverly cinched your corset up before tying the ribbon in a beautiful bow. You hugged each other tightly before fixing small details on one another's hair and dresses. 

Hannibal was in the room opposite of yours with his one and only groomsman, Will Graham. Hannibal didn’t keep many friends but when you suggested Will Graham to be his groomsman he wouldn’t have it any other way. They were wearing identical suits except for their different colored ties. Hannibal had a matching pocket square tucked neatly in his left coat pocket. Hannibal was never a nervous man but now he had found himself with the smallest of wedding day jitters. 

There was a soft knock on your door before Will’s head popped in, “ Uhm- we’re ready. ”

“ Doesn’t she look beautiful, Will, ” Beverly's hands were straightening out your veil when she asked Will the question. 

“ Yeah- you look beautiful y/n. ” Will popped back out of the room before he joined Hannibal at the front of the aisle once more. 

The music began to play, making everyone stand before they turned to face the end of the aisle. First to come out was Beverly who wore a beautiful gown with her hair pinned up as she held a small bouquet that matched yours. Everyone's eyes locked on you as you made your way down the aisle. A bright smile was plastered across your face as your eyes locked onto your soon to be husband’s. Hannibal had a gentle smile on his lips as you stood in front of him. It was all so perfect, the weather was perfect, you were perfect. 

The ceremony came to a close with a final kiss before you both made your way down the aisle hand in hand. You parted only for a moment so that you could change into your reception dress, but when you came back out you both were inseparable once more. 

You joined Hannibal for your first dance together, his hands rested on the small of your back as the other held onto your hand. Hannibal waltzed with a certain elegance and no matter how many times you practiced with him you could not match his grace, but he enjoyed holding you close to him nonetheless. He spun you away from him unexpectedly making you laugh before he pulled you back against him. When the music came to an end you both pulled away before all of the women who attended the wedding joined in the center of the room for the bouquet toss. 

As you threw the bouquet back women dove to catch the small bundle of flowers but in the end miraculously Beverly caught it, holding up the flowers like a trophy as she smiled. 

Once everyone had been seated at their tables Hannibal joined you at the front of the venue to cut the cake. Hannibal scooped frosting onto the tip of his index finger before smearing it onto your nose. A smile graced your lips before you did the same. The night went on perfectly as you danced with friends and family before running off with your now husband back to your home. 

Hannibal could hardly keep his hands off you as soon as you took off your dress revealing a newly purchased lingerie set underneath. His hands were clasped onto your hips as he stood in only his button up shirt and boxers, but before you could get either off Hannibal was tossing you onto the bed and planting kisses all the way down your skin until he reached your panties. Hannibal pressed a gentle kiss to your clothed clit through your panties before his fingers hooked under the lacy fabric and pulled them down your thighs. He wasted no time before his head was buried between your thighs, his mouth sucking and lapping at your clit. You writhed under Hannibal as his movements were precise and calculated, he knew every inch of your body and he knew exactly how to exploit it as well. His fingers joined in on the assault of his mouth making your back arch as his fingers pushed deep inside you. His movements were fast but precise as his fingers curled over and over abusing that sweet spot deep inside your cunt. 

“ Mm’ gonna-, ” before I could even finish my sentence I was cumming all over Hannibal’s lips and fingers. 

A grin plastered across Hannibal’s face as he sat up on his heels, he brought his fingers to his mouth sucking your cum from them before he leaned down placing a kiss to your lips. Hannibal’s movements were quick as he pulled off his boxers before pulling you into his lap. His fingers dug into the flesh on your hips before he lowered you down onto his cock. He guided you up and down on his cock while pressing soft kisses to your lips. 

“ You’re so beautiful- so perfect when you’re so full of me, my love.” Hannibal’s voice was husky as his words were muffled against your lips.

His tongue pushed past your teeth and into your mouth as it tangled with yours while your hips moved in tandem with his. Hannibal’s lips soon parted from your as he took your breast into his mouth using his hand to grope your other. His tongue swirled around your nipple while his teeth dug into your breast. It was all so much the feeling of his cock buried so deep inside of you while his mouth and hands were all over your body. His hand moved from the other as did his mouth, the pleasure he gave you was like no other while he mumbled words of praise against your soft skin. He couldn’t keep his hands off you as he laid you back on the bed, his thrusts became much rougher then they had been when you were seated in his lap. His hips drilled into yours while his lips placed open mouth kisses all over your neck as breasts. You felt as if you were on cloud nine from the sensation of his cock slamming into your cervix over and over. You could barely remember your own name as your orgasm crashed over you while you moaned your husband’s name. Hannibal’s release soon followed yours before he collapsed on top of you peppering the crevice of your neck in small gentle kisses. He soon gently rolled off you, laying beside you as his eyes trailed up your naked body, watching as your skin glimmered with a thin layer of sweat, his gaze landing on your chest that was rising and falling quickly while you caught your breath. He was utterly obsessed with every small movement you made intentionally or not. He was completely devoted to you now as your husband and he made sure you knew that by the way he worshipped your body. You both fell asleep under the plush duvet that covered your bed as you laid on top of the satin sheets underneath entangled in one another. 

You woke in the morning alone in your shared bed, but you were greeted with a small note that read, “ I will be back soon. I ran out to collect groceries for your favourite breakfast. ”

You smiled softly as you placed the note back on the nightstand that rested on Hannibal’s side of the bed. You rose from your warm resting place plucking up Hannibal’s dress shirt from the ground before putting it on yourself. You wandered out from your shared bedroom to peek and see if Hannibal had arrived home yet. You searched the entirety of the house before you came upon his study. You slowly made your way in calling out his name softly, but you were met with no answer as you entered the empty room. You made your way over to his desk finding a few of his drawings laying about. At first they were simply just his lovely drawings of Italy and other places he had explored and his long forgotten past. Then came drawings of you which you held dearest to your heart, but then an image was shown that you knew all too well. Not a portrait of you or of a beautiful landscape, no it was a man with several tools protruding from his skin. Your brow furrowed as you picked up the drawing you knew in your mind there were only a small few people who could have seen this man this way, so how did your husband see him this way? The only people who could have would be the FBI agents who worked the case and the killer… Your brain was running rampant with questions of how your husband could have seen this man. Maybe you left a file out, but you never brought files home. Maybe you told him about the case, but how would he have known the exact tools? Before you could come up with any more explanations you felt the familiar hands of your husband on your shoulders. 

“ So now you know. ”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Wow, this is some bright, funky 1962 mid-century modern in Beverly Hills, CA. 3bds, 3ba, reduced $495K to $9M.

It starts off very nicely.

Sunny room with a view of the pool and indoor garden.

This is different.

Then, this room right by the pool has a fireplace and a bar.

Very large room, but it opens to the patio and the kitchen so it must be a dining room.

It looks like they added granite counters to the original cabinets. Very nice.

And, this is where it gets groovy. I don't know what this room is. The room has sliding glass doors, so I don't think it's a bedroom- look at all that lighting in the ceiling and carpet going up the wall.

One of the baths. Large and all original.

I don't really like the glass walls & doors.

This room right by the garden is lovely.

A smaller bath.

Look at this bedroom, which is the primary.

And, it has a matching bath.

It also has a large walk-in closet.

This looks like the hall to the bedrooms and baths.

Outdoors there's a patio and a pool.

A small deck and a garden.

0.43 Acres lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1470-Laurel-Way-Beverly-Hills-CA-90210/20523274_zpid/

[littlewinnow]

You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community Glamorous, shiny, bright Beverly Hills I was raised on a farm, no, it wasn't a mansion Just livin' room dancin' and kitchen table bills.

- I Bet You Think About Me by Taylor Swift

Rough sketches of a au concept where Harry moves with wolfstar and happens to live nearby the foresty fields of Malfoy manor…drarry becoming secret childhood friends…?

I saw a drarry tiktok using that specific set of lyrics which inspired this oof I wish I could find it again.

Pt. 2 here

[lesbiandarvey]

ok i’m totally stealing this from superstore how jonah taught amy to play golf so she could schmooze the executives

anyway i don’t think dan grew up with money. yknow there’s that scene in cut man where he’s talking about sitting on the floor so he doesn’t spill his root beer “there was a chair and there was a couch” yknow and i think that tells us danny grew up working/lower middle class. and that image of dan sailing and golfing is not of his childhood but him much later in life as a self made man. golding and sailing and being this “man of leisure” really didn’t originate in his childhood but much later as an adult (and it was something he had to learn, had to be invited into)

anyway. all of this is to say when dan meets casey dans this grieving kid whos like 18/19 and caseys this colleague/mentor/best friend (idk the early years are murky for me i still struggle to see how dan and casey became friends like dan was 19 and casey was 25 so like, casey had a wife and kid and dan had a fake id) ANYWAY. dan and casey meet over the summer while dan has an internship at the radio station casey works at

i think casey (who in my head, grew up very well off), brought danny out to the country club one hot afternoon and casey teaches dan how to golf cus that’s the way to work up the ladder. golfing is just men holding giant sticks talking about their careers, and casey taught danny how to play golf ie how to get with the executives

and obviously there’s an incredibly on the nose scene of dan holding the golf club and casey’s arms around him while casey adjusts how he’s holding it, whispering in his ear etc. and like it’s very much about class where golfing = wealth/upward social mobility. (AND how casey invites dan into this world of country clubs, golfing, the upper class). but it’s also mostly about homoerotic male bonding 🤍

i think casey taught dan how to play golf

[rpmemes-galore]

Lana Del Rey : Did you know that there’s a tunnel under Ocean Blvd album ... sentence starters

"Don't forget me."

"God, I love you, baby."

"You wanted me sadder."

"It's a shame that we die."

"But without them, I'd die."

"Does that sound like love?"

"Love me until I love myself."

"I threw caution to the wind."

"When's it gonna be my turn?"

"Come on, baby, you can thrive."

"Open me up, tell me you like me."

"Do you really think I give a damn."

"I can never stop, wanna have fun."

"Run away like your head is on fire."

"You've been acting pretty restless."

"So you say there's a chance for us."

"It's a shame and I'm crying right now."

"I wrote you a note, but I didn't send it."

"You give me this and I got you, honey."

"So many mountains too high to climb."

"I've got things to do, like nothing at all."

"But, sometimes, it's just not your time."

"I know, I know, I know that you hate me."

"Not that smart, but I've got things to say."

"If you want someone, then just call me up."

"Do you contemplate where we came from?"

"I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine."

"I won't testify, I already fucked up my story."

"I've got magic in my hand, stars in my eyes."

"I don't know if it was God, but it felt like God."

"I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time."

"It's just that I don't trust myself with my heart."

"Baby, I'll bring the coffee if you bring the wine."

"I had to leave. Knew they wouldn't understand."

"Wouldn't that be somethin' to talk about for us?"

"I've discovered my preaching is mostly about me."

"I'm probably running away from the feelings I get."

"What I do after years of just hearing them talking?"

"It's not about having someone to love me anymorе."

"I couldn't be there for the one who was closest to me."

"Lately, I've been thinking about how things used to be."

"There's a certain point the body can't come back from."

"I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me."

"Although it seems I've gotten better, I can be violent, too."

"I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul."

"What kind of mother was she to say I'd end up in institutions?"

"My pastor told me when you leave, all you take is your memory."

"If you wanna go where nobody goes, that's where you'll find me."

"When everyone's star is bright, brighter than you are, it's time to go."

"I know that we've got problems. I plan to address them another day."

"If you want some basic bitch, go to the Beverly Center and find her."

"For me, you are the one… and if I'm not the one for you, don't just say it."

"What the fuck's wrong in your head to send me away, never to come back?"

"This is gonna sound crazy to you, but I'm gonna tell you the absolute truth."

"So if you don't know, don't give up, 'cause you never know what the new day might bring."

"I know they think that it took thousands of people to put me together again like an experiment."