#Drag race starlet

[little-candy-store-of-horrors]

"The man's a penis."

[vonxodd]

STARLET // glam rock drag makeup tutorial ✩

[lipsyncforyourlife]

[clubkidandcollectives]

[naturallyflavoredspringwater]

your honor, they're the same person.

[jaynedolluk]

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STARLET • drag race uk 4.09

[seat-safety-switch]

Have you seen the crap they're putting on children's television nowadays? When I was a kid, TV shows made for us were meant to do one thing: sell toys. Now they're all about doing fun activities with your friends, and learning about your responsibilities to greater social harmony. No wonder capitalism is flaming out like a Boeing stock option.

Thing is, even with this renewed focus on teaching children not to be useless, cranky ultra-consumers, the shows don't exactly teach valuable skills. Yeah, yeah, I know, interpersonal discussion, knowing about recycling, outer space, Freudian psychoanalysis, how to make change. All that stuff is covered, and it's fine, but it seems like shows are expecting parents to fill in the gap with these skills. Skills the parents often don't have. The cycle needs to be fixed, and it's television's role, as always, to tell people what to do.

Kids should be learning about the different kinds of screwdrivers, basic wiring, how to replace floor moulding, and what sorts of chemicals might inadvertently create bombs. If there's time, they can cover less practical information, like how to drive an unsynchronized manual transmission in a Detroit Diesel. I'm not asking for too much: I think children do not necessarily need to know how to operate a Lenco unless they're planning on going drag racing, which is a sign of excellent parenting already.

That's why I've bought the rights to the entire back catalogue of The New Yankee Workshop, and recruited a pop starlet to sing a new earworm of a theme song. We're gonna chop up the existing episodes with lots of fast transitions, exploding effects, and a dance party at the end. Wouldn't you rather your toddler ask you for a scroll saw for Christmas?

[svthub]

welcome to the disco! choose your partner for a whirl around the dance floor to the grooviest tracks today. get funky as you boogie the night away.

This collab will contain a combination of SFW and NSFW works. See each individual fic for tags and warnings.

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dancing queen ~*~ @duhnova

[NSFW] smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst ~*~ disco club owner!choi seungcheol x performer!reader (fem)

the stage is where you felt the most comfortable, letting go and singing for everyone that would sit and listen. but it was hard making a living in america, every corner you turned there was trouble waiting for you because you were too comfortable with your sexuality for the public’s liking. so when you stepped off the ship that took you to your new life in paris, you were surprised to collide with a disco club owner who was in a similar boat as you.

every summertime ~*~ @lovelyhan

[NSFW] smut ~*~ jeonghan x reader

you're not really interested in the run-down record shop back in your hometown. but people aren't oblivious to the way you keep trying to get into the owner's pants—not even the owner himself.

curse the stars ~*~ @shuadotcom

[NSFW] smut, fluff, strangers to lovers au, 70s au~*~ salesman!joshua x starlet afab!reader

meeting someone at the disco to take home for the night is customary for you, especially in your line of work. but meeting this man on this night at this disco feels more like fate as joshua becomes much more than just your routine one night stand.

do re mi ~*~ @onlymingyus

[NSFW] fluff, smut~*~ junhui x wife!reader

synopsis: you were from different worlds. he was responsible, frugal, and sensible. you were a child of the times, a free spirit. the house had problems and it was small, but at the end of the day it was home…you were home.

with the band ~*~ @the-boy-meets-evil

[NSFW] band!au, smut, angst ~*~ drummer!soonyoung x journalist!reader (afab)

you’re fresh out of college with big dreams about changing the world with your words on a page. the last thing you expect is to end up covering a tour and you certainly don’t expect to fight falling for the drummer. what happens on tour, stays on tour, right?

rogue ~*~ @smileysuh

[NSFW] strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut ~*~ wonwoo x afab reader

“lay back,” he instructs next. “I’m going to take your panties off.” your heart races in your chest as you realize what he’s about to do, and you fall onto your elbows on the hood of his car, breathing heavily as wonwoo leans down and begins to press kisses up your bare legs. his fingers hook in your panties, and he drags them down, exposing your hot core to the cool evening air. You can’t help the gasp that leaves you, and as wonwoo positions your thighs over his broad shoulders, you think you might actually faint from the tension.

all about that bass ~*~ @angelwoozi

[NSFW] fluff, smut, band!au, neighbour au ~*~ bassist!jihoon x reader (afab)

the first time you meet your neighbour, it's when he is rolling up to his driveway for the first time, the cheapest skates with him. after that, you always try to get a peek of him when you hear his door slam, because oh my my he is so cute. little did you know that your cute neighbour can also work a crowd like he owns it, all with his bass and his presence.

manhattan sunrise ~*~ @seokgyuu

[NSFW] detective!au, criminal minds! au, crime, exes to lovers, angst, smut ~*~ detective!seokmin x fbiagent!reader

lee seokmin is a very successful and admired detective in the NYPD. pp until now he has had no trouble catching the bad guys. but when an especially horrific serial killer starts roaming the streets of new york city and he faces perplexity for the first time in his career - his superiors send a unit from the FBI trained to profile serial killers, which contains none other than you - seokmin’s high school sweetheart.

tight laced ~*~ @drunk-on-dk

[NSFW] fluff, smut, roller rink au ~*~ shop clerk!mingyu x afab!reader

it was kim mingyu who sold you your first pair of roller skates. regardless of the fact you were born with two left feet, a tired student, and were running low on funds, the charming clerk somehow convinced you it would be worth every penny. maybe it would be worth it to join your friends for midnight skates rather than being cooped up studying on weekends. however, the main selling point? skating lessons were included

darling i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream • @dkakapizzaboy

[NSFW] crime, mystery, suggestive ~*~ conman! minghao x fem! reader

minghao has had a pretty easy life…partly due to his sharp looks, but mostly due to his even sharper mind. his day job, you ask? oh, just your average little joe conning wealthy women out of thousands of dollars …until he meets you.

aretha franklin and otis redding ~*~ @wonwussy

[SFW] angst, fluff ~*~ seungkwan

your brother had been labeled mia soon after he left for the war. three years later, the war has ended, and you know he's not coming home. maybe this stranger can help you find a little peace.

remember when ~*~ @multi-kpop-fanfics

[NSFW] fluff, comedy, angst, suggestive, childhood friends to lovers to exes to friends ~*~ vernon x fem!reader

growing up in the suburbs of athens during the seventies was turbulent to say the least - but is it turbulent enough to break the backyard trio friendship? only time could tell.

mood rings, drive thru theaters, and the latest issue of tiger beat ~*~ @bitchlessdino

[NSFW] angst, smut, fluff ~*~ lee chan x college student!reader (afab)

when you fall in love, it can feel like you’ll be with that person forever, that there isn’t another being in the world you rather be with. This case is just as heavy in your youth, tutoring a boy you’ve only ever walked circles around, while you wear a mood ring from his parents souvenir shop so you could feel closer to him. When it happens, you don’t expect things to crash harder than the way they do.

[zmediaoutlet]

for @wincestwednesdays: performance

Dean’s heel won’t stop bouncing. He’s tried to cut it out a few times now but his head won’t stop bouncing, either, brain jerking around to ten different things like a car fishtailing on a gravel highway, and when he gets back to this universe again—there’s his damn knee, jogging like he’s had a triple red-eye and maybe some under the table adderall, too, just as a fun chaser. He leans forward, sets his palms heavy on his knees. Breathes in through his nose, out through his mouth. His heart thudding sick in his throat. Eight months to go.

Motel door opens. “They were out of El Sol but I got the other one,” Sam says, six pack under his arm and plastic bag dangling from his fingers and fumbling with keys, heeling the door closed behind himself, shaking night rain out of his hair. “And, yes, I got the jerky.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Sammy,” Dean says. Big grin. Sam rolls his eyes and doesn’t seem to notice how Dean jumped like a frickin b-horror starlet when he came in. His heart racing harder even though—god, what’s wrong with him. It’s Sam.

Sam, pulling a beer and tossing it to Dean, tapping his open laptop to see if there’s been any update to the police scanner since he left. Like Dean wouldn’t have noticed, and said. Although, given the fishtail— “Nothing,” Sam sighs, and okay. Okay, good. Or, not good, because they’re waiting for an update, so they can figure out who’s been killing random dudes, so they can kill that thing, so they can get out of this town and do something else, anything, except there’s nothing that really counts as doing anything because they can’t, because if they do Sam will—and then all of Dean’s whole life will mean exactly jack squat, all his purpose and hope and love drained out of him like blood pouring from a bullethole, and he already had that happen once, and he’s not doing it again. Sam will just have to live, and Dean will—he’ll—

“Dude, what’s with the fidgeting,” Sam says. He tips his beercan toward Dean’s jumpy fuckin’ knee. “You can go pee, I can watch the scanner.”

“Ha.” Dean stretches out his heels, ignores his racing heart. Smiles at Sam with everything he’s got. “Just bored. Don’t think our ghost’s gonna kill again tonight.”

“The ghoul, you mean?” Sam says, and Dean silently mouths the ghoul? with his most irritating face, and Sam—incredibly—doesn’t go for the same argument they’ve been having for three days, but maybe he’s bored, too, because instead he says, “Yeah, maybe not.”

Raining louder outside, some last hurrah of late-summer weather. Covers up traffic noise and the thudding in Dean’s ears, makes the motel room seem smaller. Maybe safer. Shelter, at least. Dean licks the point of his canine and gulps beer, washing bitter cold to the back of his throat, and Sam watches him do it across the dingy grey-brown carpet, thumbing the aluminum rim of his own can. Some expression in his eye Dean can’t quite pin down. He lowers his beer and Sam’s still looking at him, and then Sam’s face changes, the corner of his mouth curving down, and Dean’s whole chest seizes up because—no, they are not talking about—

“Turn up the scanner,” Dean says. Sam frowns, jarred, but he thumbs the volume on the laptop so they’re getting radio crackle. “Okay. So we won’t miss anything.”

“Why would we miss—” Sam starts, but Dean’s already gotten off the bed and rolled onto his knees between Sam’s spread legs and is grinning up at him before he can ask the dumb question. And, yeah, he gets another eyeroll, and he gets a scoff, but Sam’s legs spread out to accommodate his shoulders and he’s not exactly getting up, is he. “Dude, really?”

“What?” He knows just the right amount to lean into it—how to tip the grin filthy, how to look up under his eyelashes. “I’m bored, you’re bored. I know how we could change that.”

“Pretty sure of yourself?” Sam says, but he says it with red rising in the hollow of his cheeks, his thighs spreading lazily. Dean drags his hands up the soft-warm denim and touches his tongue to the gap between his teeth, the way that’s always worked, and sure enough sees Sam’s lips part and his eyes drop and—yeah, another tick in the win column. It’s so easy.

Sam drags his thumb over Dean’s lower lip, drags down to his chin. “Always am, little brother,” Dean says. He sits up higher on his knees and Sam’s hand drags down his throat, fingers tangling in the amulet he gave all those years ago. Will the hellhounds tear it from his shredded body, Dean wonders, and licks his lips wet and smiles wider. Makes Sam watch his mouth and not whatever might be in his eyes. “Want me to prove it?”

“Knock yourself out,” Sam says, wide open for whatever Dean wants to do, and Dean grips him by the front of that ugly bacon-stripe shirt and pulls him down for a kiss—wet, biting. The hundred dollar treatment, if Dean says so himself. Sam gets those huge hands on either side of Dean’s head and curls forward, knocking Dean’s mouth open and taking what’s on offer to distract them both from the night, and Dean’s heart sounds like the thunder rattling the motel walls. Eight months to go.

[forcemeanakin]

Adding onto ur hockey head cannons with starlet reader, imagine them going ice skating together <3 I love ice skating sm

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Hiii, sorry for the late reply! I've been meaning to come back to Victoria's Secret angel!reader so bad 😭 But I've been busy with my dilf!Anakin series! If you enjoy age gap, I highly recommend my new fic (I am my own marketing team, so please forgive my shameless recommendation lmao).

But yes!!! Skating together is a must! I love it as well, so I'm very bias, but I think those two would have so much fun together. I like to think that reader is already a good skater, so it's not so much a dynamic where he teaches her. On the contrary, I like to think that she would help him out more, dragging him up after he fell on his ass because he was chasing you. But the man is Canadian, so I mean, he was built for the ice.

If you are into his real-dad persona, I think it would be something reader and his daughter bond over. Throwing snow at him, racing, making snow angels. The whole deal. He would be in total bliss at seeing his girls connect so well.

But if it's just the two of them:

Snow on their beanies, thick jacket protecting you from the chilly air, nose pink. He finds that especially adorable.

"Love your nose like this. You look so cute." He gently bites it, ripping a laugh from you.

"Did you just bite my nose, mister?" You tease him, gripping the lapels from his jacket and skating backwards.

"I could bite something else." He mocks, taking control of you by your hips. You get closer, as if you were to kiss him, and just when he closes his eyes, you sprint away from him towards the snow. "Hey!"

"Come get me!"

He gets you. He gets you good.

Totally different deal if he tries to teach you how to play hockey. Gloves are out.

[bitter69uk]

Heartfelt gratitude to everyone who attended the Lobotomy Room cinema club presentation of exploitation gem Beat Girl (1960) at Fontaine’s on 15 August! In my eyes, you are ALL espresso-drinkin’, finger-snappin’ beatniks and maladjusted juvenile delinquents! It was thrilling to see everyone completely entranced by the lunacy of this riotously enjoyable glimpse into London’s teenage jukebox jungle! And yes, Beat Girl IS the single greatest British rock’n’roll movie ever made. There! I said it! Who could resist: the ludicrous ersatz teenage “hepcat” dialogue (“straight from the fridge, dad!”) conjured from the imagination of some middle-aged scriptwriter? John Barry’s awesome, evocative pre-James Bond soundtrack? (Find it on Spotify). The impossibly sullen and electrifying performance of sex kitten starlet Gillian Hills (a sort of British Brigitte Bardot / Tuesday Weld hybrid) as bad girl anti-heroine Jennifer? (Jennifer is SO nihilistic and alienated she needs intensive therapy! In the drag racing and playing “chicken” on the train tracks scenes, she clearly doesn’t care whether she lives or dies!). The presence of British acting legends like Christopher Lee (as sleazeball burlesque club owner Kenny) and Oliver Reed (heartbreakingly young and cute, billed only as “plaid shirt”)? Special credit to Delphi Lawrence as haughty stripper Greta (nicknamed “the duchess” because “when she peels, she acts like she’s doing you a favour”). I love how Greta is perennially bitter and tipsy, wearing the same strapless dress and raging about Kenny (“He’s a bastard, but I love him!”). And remember: Beat Girl was rated “X” upon release. The version we watched contains the burlesque sequence with outrageously sexy Haitian exotic dancer Pascaline, which is often deleted in different markets (a friend of mine in the US recently watched Beat Girl and he didn’t see Pascaline!). All these decades later, Pascaline’s scorching number still feels raunchy. Keep your eyes peeled – I’ll announce the September selection soon! Pictured: a close-up of Jennifer’s winged eyeliner technique.

[soupbabe]

Since I feel like drag race posting, I'd like to say that Starlet going "I'm a little bit goofy" will forever be funny to me. That was a perfect example of her being goofy and funny, it was a great example of irony, and the judges shouldn't have knocked her for that.

Like yeah her performance was bad but she was just being goofy and I respect that.

[makotoscoffee]

listen, she's super talented, but saying Starlet should host Drag Race South Africa is like saying Gothy Kendoll should take over UK when Ru retires😭

[clubkidandcollectives]

RuPaul’s Drag Race UK Season 4

Danny Beard

Cheddar Gorgeous

Black Peppa

Jonbers Blonde

Pixie Polite

Dakota Schiffer

Le Fil

Baby

Sminty Drop

 Copper Topp

Starlet

Just May

[lonelypond]

Longing For A Duet

NicoMaki, Love Live, 1.4K, 1/1

Nico's been singing and Maki can't sleep. Nozomi forces Nico to talk about what's bothering her.

Longing For A Duet

Maki could still hear the notes, see the twinkle in Nico’s eyes, close her eyes and see what Maki would swear had been a sparkle in the air around the singing starlet. Maki had been caught, inspired, launched into temporary obsession by singers before, by songs, but it had never been this…intimate, never someone she knew, she’d never had to connect comfortable Nico with heart racing on stage spotlight STAR Nico. She didn’t know. This had never happened. She wanted to help Nico, not be unable to close the Nico Door. She should have thought twice, plead anything, bled anything. But no, Nico had dragged her in for a Waa-Mu rehearsal when their regular rehearsal pianist had an emergency. Seemingly innocent, Nico excited to show off her friend Maki and to show her friend Maki how she hard she worked. Sight reading the songs was a simple challenge; the Mount Everest was keeping her eyes on the music when Nico leaned on the piano, with a wink, and delivered the “hey, fluffadellas, is it gay to yearn” solo 13.25 inches away from Maki’s face.

Maki sat at the piano, her fingers riffing a complicated take on “La Vie En Rose.” Did Nico really mean “bury me in flowers?” What was Nico’s actual cubic volume? Surely, Maki could figure out the math for that one. There must be a formula. Maki picked up her phone.

M: How much do you weigh?

N: ?!?!??!

M: Calculating your cubic volume.

N: Why?

M: You said…

M: Nevermind…

M: SOrry to bother you.

Maki’s phone buzzed. Nico. Of course. She hit speaker and laid it on the piano.

“What’s up, Maki?”

Maki blew out a small storm, “Me.”

“Want Nico to sing you a lullaby?”

Maki shoved back from the piano, hit the lurking wingchair, tilted the bench, and connected with the floor.

“Maki?”

“No. No singing…”

“Nico would be very happy to.”

There was a hum. Maki stretched up like a swimmer flailing for a rail and hit the red button. Nico hit redial.

“Maki.”

“Nico.”

“Tell Nico what the problem is.”

Maki thought of a song, from a very old, meh plot musical with killer music, Pal Joey. Rodgers and Hart always resonated more than Rodgers and Hammerstein, “Lately, I’ve not slept a wink.”

“Well, that’s not good, Maki.”

“I know.” Maki wondered if she could sneak in another lyric. “I’m just…on the blink.”

“And rhyming.”

“What?”

“Wink, blink, pretty soon you’ll be writing Broadway lyrics.”

Had Nico figured it out? Would there be an angry flood of rant about the half pint imitation line? Or questions about being in love? Maki didn’t want questions about being in love. Or songs about being in love? Or Nico’s voice stamping new words into the history of musical theatre.

Hey, fluffadellas, let me tell you a yarn, About how to yearn, Knit yourself up in her dreams, Beam yourself up To their starship

Galaxy’s calling Gravity’s falling

In-fin-it Just ship it How you learn You yearn You burn; You fly You cry; You miss; You kiss

Gravity’s pulling Galaxy’s filling

It was a stupid, stupidly silly song, for a wonderfully silly showcase of a farce.

“Maki?”

Nico was still on the phone.

“Get some sleep.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Text me tomorrow. Maybe we can have dinner.”

“Sure. ‘Night, Nico.”

“‘Night, Maki.”

Would Day Maki think about Nico less?

###

Sunglasses, mask, scarf over her head, and yet something about Yazawa Nico still centered attention. Nozomi walked by her, then did a double take, curious. Nico RARELY went out without the full Nico effect, makeup, cute outfit, sparkly eyes. Yet here she was at Norris, picking at a donut, chugging a coffee as large as she was, and staring glumly out the window at the Lake. An irresistible conundrum to poke at. Nozomi slid into the booth across from her friend.

“Who was the unlucky lady?”

Nico threw a chunk of donut at Nozomi.

“You are the opposite of an asexual.” Nico sipped more coffee, “An alwayssexual. Is that a thing?”

“I have a healthy relationship with my body’s sexual needs and my body has a healthy relationship with…”

Nico raised a hand, “Nico doesn’t want to hear it.” She raised her cup, “And congratulations. Self knowledge is power.”

“Especially the kind of self knowledge that leads to climactic self stimulation.”

Nico’s sunglasses reflected Nozomi’s smirk, “Are you amusgasming yourself enough that this isn’t a complete waste of Nico’s time?”

There was a tone in Nico’s voice, one Nozomi hadn’t heard before. She couldn’t immediately pin a mood to it. So she went back to a save point.

“So now you want to be a gay wiki.”

“”Because Nico said asexual? Raise the bar, Nozomi. You’re smarter than that.”

“So what really kept you up last night? Studying?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Nervous about Waa-Mu?”

“Nico will be legendary.” Nothing but confidence.

“How did yesterday’s rehearsal go?”

A hit. Nico stared at the Lake.

“Maki filled in for our rehearsal pianist. It went really well, but she’s been weird ever since.”

“What kind of weird?”

Nico traced a shape on the window, “You know when someone’s paying attention to you and you can tell, even if you’re not with them.”

“Yeah.”

“Nico just knows. And Maki’s not sleeping. And rhyming.”

“Rhyming…that’s…that’s a bad sign, Nico, the worst.” Nozomi clutched the table, swaying, voice shrill “She should have gotten the vaccine. Or masked before interacting with sheet music.”

“She was masked.” Nico slapped a hand on the table, “And just shut up. They were song lyrics.”

“What song?”

“Doesn’t matter. To you.”

“So just talk to her.”

Nico grimaced, “Can’t tell her I know the song; it’ll turn awkward. Maki’s not ready for…”

“Love?”

Nico had a sudden memory of them sitting perched on the balcony outside Maki’s room, Maki, staring at stars, kicking her legs, relaxed at the space between them, but near enough that Nico could feel her warmth.

“She's more an action person, an outside person. Not ready yet for...hopping through windows, eating inside.”

“Like a stray cat?” Nozomi doubled over with laughter, “So you’re leaving out food and escape routes for her.”

Nico giggled, “Sometimes.”

“Just keep the window open. It’s getting warmer all the time.”

“But something’s making Maki weird.”

Nozomi’s green eyes softened, “We all have our own weird, Nico-chi. Be patient. You like her, right?”

“Yeah. She’s funny, kind, easy to talk to, so so smart, talented…and…” Nico wolf whistled while making an almost imperceptible hourglass gesture, “hot.”

“Not used to not touching?”

Nico stared at Nozomi for a long time, “Maybe.”

“Act like a bottom for the month. Or buy yourself a collar and roleplay celibacy on command.”

“Talking to you is always a mistake.” Nico slammed her cup down.

“You know, Nico-chi, you can’t just put what you want on hold for someone else forever. That's not healthy.”

“Except for the Maki being weird and not sleeping, this is actually working; Nico has a lot going on.”

Nozomi snorted, “Have you told Maki you’re anti-romantic and anti-sexual on account of being a workaholic.”

“I think she figured it out." Nico's wry self awareness turned to a jab, "But that's rude. And disrespectful of the aroace community.”

“Like I have a hot, rich, perfect not girlfriend and no pressure for sex is letting me overwork myself to death while insomnia and stress turns her into a zombie is a good, respectful headspace to be in.”

"Not your business."

"You'll hurt someone. You, Maki..it's not a good place for either of you."

“So what does Nico do?”

“Talk to Maki, not me.”

“Nico didn’t ask you to sit there.”

Nozomi reached across the table, squeezing Nico’s hands, “We’re friends. You didn’t have to. Your sparkle was dulled. I missed it.”

That got a Nico smile. “Thanks.” Then she snarled, making a cutting gesture. “You say anything to Maki and Nico will…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re terrifying.”

There was a sharpness in Nico’s voice, matched by a flare of fire in her gaze. “I would be.”

Time for a change of topic. Nozomi leaned forward, all perky, peppy enthusiasm. “Now let me tell you about how wonderful Eli is for ten minutes. Fair is fair.”

Nico rolled her eyes, “Five minutes and first you get Nico a refill.”

“As you wish.”

Nico threw her cup across the table; Nozomi let it bounce off her chest.

“So that’s where you’ve got your mind. No wonder you're so grumpalicious.”

A growl. “Get Nico coffee.”

Nico glared; Nozomi giggled. The world had righted itself.

A/N: Tired

[t4yce]

STARLET • drag race uk 4.01 ru are you?  runway