#James Merry

[deerinthefield]

Björk by Harley Weir. Headpiece by James Merry

[busstop]

Björk, by Viðar Logi for Vogue Scandinavia, 2024

Styled by Edda Gudmundsdottir.

Björk tweeted:

'i am so honoured to be wearing this margiela dress !!

i got super mushy at the fashion shoot when i slipped on the prosthetic hips , it seemed such a full circle since the mannequin margiela-pieces i was wearing in the early 90́ s.

so wonderful how galliano threw away both of his and margiela ́s luggage and tapped into both of their beginnings .

i could see silhouettes of 1920 rooftop jumping irma vep vampires merging with margiela ́s first bellmer inspired poupée moment with a dash of duchamp ...

but then brought truthfully into 2024 by being all AI zombie like . is perhaps even jimbo there !? i wish .... such a profound thing ! i am so honoured to have gotten to wear this garment . i wore margiela for my first debut cover ( tinyurl.com/bjork-margiela ) so it is sentimental to me .

i would like to thank the wonderful viðar logi for the photos

and a special shout out goes out to edda gudmundsdottir and james merry for being my fashion team for my cornucopia tour , the outfits are chosen by me , refined and perfected in their hands . i couldn ́t do it without them .

thanks to andrew gallimore and olivier schawalder and sverrir páll sverrisson

photographer: viðar logi

words: liam hess

stylist: edda gudmundsdottir

makeup artist: andrew gallimore

hair stylist: olivier schawalder

masks: james merry

manicurist: cam tran

set designer: sophear van

executive production: directors lab

local production: lotti projects

maison margiela artisanal designed by john galliano @Margiela

@voguescandi

a selection of photos for vogue scandinavia @voguescandi

photos: viðar logi

stylist: edda gudmundsdottir

masks: james merry

makeup: andrew gallimore

hair stylist: olivier schawalder

manicurist: cam tran

set designer: sophear van

assistant: sverrir páll sverrisson

executive production: directors lab

local production: lotti projects

portal dress: KWK by KAYKWOK @KayKwokFashion

bodysuit: thora stefansdottir

full outfit & quill: robert wun @RobertWun

ophrys ring: james merry

hand embroidered dragonfly in petri dish: rahul mishra @RahulMishra_7

black dress: henrik vibskov

"fascia" mask: james merry

lace bodysuit: sinèad gorey

shoes by jean paul gaultier haute couture by simone rocha @JPGaultier

sequin embrodiere sculptural top, knit flight suit and latex straytukay boots: rick owens @RICKOWENSONLINE

bodysuit: CRITTER

"ophrys" handmade ring: james merry

harp: camac harps @CamacHarps

[starsarestories]

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's James thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because no one knew about their relationship

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Sirius thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because he's supposed to hate him, even though he doesn't

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Pandora thinking she's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping her sadness a secret because the world hated her best friend, but she never stopped loving him

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Barty thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because he hasn't been able to speak a word since Evan died last spring

[mr-merlin]

Creatures of Magic ✨ Merry Christmas everyone! (insta | timelapse here! | commissions/prints)

[kwistowee]

#goals IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE (1946)

[mugglebornmarvelite]

Christmas Chaos

Paring: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Fem! Reader (Grumpy x Sunshine)

Summary: Your first Christmas with the team is one for the books. The excitement of unwrapping gifts turns into delightful chaos. 

Word Count: Roughly 1.1k 

Warnings: Fluff, Mild Violence (threats and roughhousing), Christmas themes, Bucky's red henley (totally deserves it's own warning)

Author’s Note: According to TikTik, tons of people didn't get what they wanted for Christmas; so here’s a little something I whipped up because I’ve been awake since 5 this morning and I have had three cups of coffee. I typed this on my phone, so if there are errors, I apologize. If you like this, you’re welcome and if you don’t, it wasn’t me :)

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You wake up to muffled noises from downstairs. You bury your face in your pillow, before looking at your phone for the time. It is too early to be up on any regular day, but today was different. It's Christmas day! Christmas day with your favorite people. You slipped on your fluffy slippers and quietly padded downstairs, rubbing your eyes and yawning softly. 

“Merry Christmas!” you chirped to the team.  

Natasha smiled and raised her mug of coffee. 

Wanda smiled and handed you a cup of hot chocolate. 

Tony was busy arguing with Bruce over an instruction manual, and Steve and Sam argued over who had better gift-wrapping critiques. But as you scanned the room, you noticed. Bucky wasn’t there.  

“Where’s Bucky?” you asked with a small frown.  

“He’s upstairs,” Sam said casually. “Brooding, probably.”  

“I can go get him…” You offered, only to be cut off.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Steve gave you a small grin, ruffling your hair. “Trust us.”  

Wanda passed you your stocking, filled with goodies. The works of small trinkets, candy and chocolate coins.

You grinned as you and Peter dove into the chocolates.

Tony already started complaining about the sugar rush you both would get.

Then, Steve pointed to a large, festively wrapped box.  

“This one’s for you, kid.”  

Your eyes widened. The box was massive, and you crouched down to peel the wrapping paper off. 

“What in the world?” you murmured, pulling off layer after layer. With a puzzled look, you pried it open.  

“Bucky?!”  

The former Winter Soldier was sitting cross-legged in the box, arms tied with rope, a gag around his mouth, and a pretty red bow on his head. He wore a snug red henley and gray sweatpants, looking both murderous and utterly done with life.  

He looked divine, even tied up. Delicious. Marvelous. He could make greek gods envious.

“Merry Christmas, sunshine,” Steve and Sam chorused, howling with laughter.  

Your jaw dropped, and then a giggle bubbled out of you as you knelt by the box. “Oh my gosh, you two didn’t! Poor Bucky!”  

Bucky’s piercing glare snapped to Steve and Sam. He growled something unintelligible through the gag, making them laugh harder. Your cheeks flushed as you gently began untying the bow and ropes.  

“I’m so sorry they did this to you,” you said, smiling softly as you helped him out of the box.  

Bucky’s expression was a storm cloud, but when his sharp blue eyes landed on your sweet, genuine smile, his hardened features instantly softened. 

“Merry Christmas, sunshine,” he murmured, pulling you into a surprisingly gentle hug. The heat of his body and the smell of fresh pine and something distinctly him filled your senses.  

You melted into the embrace, pressing your face into his chest as your arms circled his waist and whispered, “Merry Christmas, Bucky.”  

The tender moment lasted five seconds. Maybe eight, but who’s counting?

Then, he pulled back and turned to Steve and Sam.  

“You two are dead,” he growled, rolling his shoulders.  

Steve and Sam’s laughter ceased as they quickly stood. “Now, Buck, let’s talk about this—”  

But Bucky was already moving towards them, cracking his knuckles menacingly.  

“We’re going to run,” Sam muttered, and the two bolted out of the room, Bucky hot on their heels, shouting threats about payback.  

Watching the chase unfold, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips. Natasha caught your eyes as she sipped her coffee.  

“Guess you’re his sunshine, huh?” she teased.  

You bit your lip, cheeks warm as you whispered, “Maybe.” 

Natasha smirked knowingly but didn’t push further. Instead, she was content to watch the chaos unfold as Bucky cornered Sam near the Christmas tree.  

“You think tying me up is funny?” Bucky growled, advancing with a predatory stride.  

“It wasn’t just me!” Sam yelped, using the tree as a barrier. “Steve came up with the idea!”  

Steve, who was inching toward the kitchen in a futile attempt to escape unnoticed, froze under Bucky’s glare.  

“Traitor,” he muttered under his breath, cursing Sam’s lack of discretion.  

“Traitor?” Bucky repeated, catching the word. “You both tied me up like a damn Christmas present and you’re calling him the traitor?”  

You stifled a laugh behind your hand, stepping closer. “Okay, okay, Bucky. Maybe don’t kill them? It is Christmas.”  

“Besides, we did it for her,” Sam pointed at you to soften the blow. “Right, sugarplum?”

“Do not call her sugarplum. Ever.” Bucky warned Sam.

“Bucky,” You called softly, looking up at him.

Bucky paused, looking back at you. 

His sharp glare softened into something almost dopey when he saw your pleading eyes and soft smile. 

With a sigh, he rolled his eyes and muttered, “Fine. They live. For now.”  

Sam exhaled audibly, his shoulders slumping in relief. “Thank you, sunshine!” he called to you, grinning.  

But Bucky turned sharply, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t push it.”  

Sam immediately zipped his mouth,

Steve, ever the brave one, chuckled and clapped Bucky on the shoulder as he passed. “Merry Christmas, old pal.”  

Bucky’s only response was a low grumble of curse before sitting on the couch. 

You disappeared into the kitchen and came back a few moments later, offering him a warm mug of hot cocoa in your hands.

“Here,” you said softly, “Hot cocoa. Consider it a peace offering on behalf of Steve and Sam.”  

Bucky eyed the mug for a moment, then you. He took it without a word, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a little jolt through you.  

“Thanks,” he muttered, taking a sip.  

You sat beside him, your own cocoa in hand, legs tucked beneath you as you leaned against the armrest. The room buzzed with holiday chatter and laughter, but your attention stayed on the super soldier beside you.  

“I hope they didn’t ruin your day,” you said after a moment, voice tinged with genuine concern.  

Bucky glanced at you, his lips quirking up in a faint smile. “Nah. Nothing can ruin my day when you are smiling at me like that, sunshine.”  

Your cheeks burned and you looked away.

Natasha, who had been observing the exchange from across the room, smirked and leaned over to Clint. “He’s whipped,” she whispered.  

Clint raised an eyebrow, glancing at you and Bucky before nodding. “Completely.”  

Bucky leaned back on the couch, sipping his cocoa and sneaking glances at you. Every now and then, his lips would tug into a soft smile. 

Without a word, he shifted, inching toward you on the couch. He casually draped his arm across the back of the couch, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

You eagerly took the opportunity to tuck yourself into Bucky’s side.

This time, leaving his cheeks burning.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Happy Holidays! Stay warm/cool wherever you're at.

Tell your loved ones that you love them.

And if nobody told you today, I love you <3

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Much love x

- Maeve

[boydswan]

IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE (1946) dir. Frank Capra

[pzychojinx]

deleting my dating apps because i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (i am brutally beating a man to death to maintain my extremely fragile status as captain of my pirate ship and you're my new lying ass fake cook with his silly little fake name witnessing the scene like you're both scared and horny)

[froggerland]

The thing love the most about this fandom is that theyll see two or more characters who have a combined screentime of 3 minutes and have one interaction max and think „yeah they mad in love and should fuck nasty“ and i deeply respect that

So since i have also been infected with the brainrot: take this „le vesconte topping every lieutenant (and commander) on these goddamn icelocked ships“ (that one post hasnt left my head)

[househrt]

House: *takes pill* Wilson: did you just take a pill??? House: no :3 Wilson:

[propertyofjameswilson]

It's Christmas🎄

[taskmastersource]

[dreamduality]

[thebarroomortheboy]

HOLLYWOOD STEPS OUT (1941) | dir. Tex Avery

[spirk-trek]

S2E22: By Any Other Name ⋆.˚ ✧ · ˚⊹

[sinfulpepsi]

If it’s not filled with vicodin I don’t want it