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❝ Run into the bright lights most nights, now or never / Always and forever, the last day alive. ❞
word count: 3,944 content: afab!reader, alcohol consumption, oral sex (reader!receiving), penetrative sex, first meetings a/n: first chapter of the long-awaited series, woot! hope you guys enjoy. this will be crossposted to ao3, but will only be accessible if you have an ao3 account for privacy <3
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There’s boxes strewn around your room in your midst of moving out. You had no idea you’d have so much cardboard stored away as you tear the tape with your teeth, closing one of the final storage compartments and sighing, feeling the last of the packing up slide off your shoulders.
There’s one box that you haven’t picked, yet. It’s been closed and sealed for a long time, dust collecting on the top of it. It’s a bit beaten up too, smaller than the other hefty moving boxes.
You know what’s in there. Every time you notice it, your curiosity peaks; hope returns.
You swat it away physically, as if the thought existed in the air around your head and that would help you forget it, and repeat the sentence you’ve been telling yourself for months now.
Don’t open the box.
Because then, you have to face the truth.
The truth that it’s all over.
Tears prick at your eyes. This time, you’re worn down; you’re stressed out, you’re sad, you’re torn apart and attempting to pick up the pieces and shove them into a U-Haul that will take you across the country. Away from all of this, away from the sadness that you’ve collected. Away from the bridges you’ve burned; not entirely your fault, though. It’s the fault of the man who wears those stupid orange sunglasses and bright green eyes, the softest smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you like you’re a star.
And this time, you finally cave. The box cutters are in your hand before you even realize, tearing open the small box and seeing the journal pages spill out.
You pick up the one titled SUMMERTIME in large black letters, sitting back against the wall. You have a few hours before you have to sleep; why not immerse yourself so you can finally let go, once and for all?
It couldn’t hurt, right?
As you begin to read, you’re thrown into a memory you’ve attempted to forget.
The start, after all, is the best part.
The summer sun is warm on your face when you step out of your villa.
Greece was lovely this time of year, the soft ocean breeze tickling your face and causing a slight burn in your nose from the salt. Everything was so blue, photos could never have done it justice. You’d taken so many disposables, but nothing could compete with seeing the view with your own eyes. The pretty blue roofs of Santorini stood out starkly against the white alabaster walls as you make your way down the stairs, two at a time.
Your beach bag is heavy against your back as you finally reach the sands, the warmth of them squeezing in between your toes as you adventure out, grabbing an open chair with some shade. Pale as you were, the sun would not be kind to your skin even with the layers of sunscreen you had caked on mere minutes before. Your hat protected most of your face, as did your sunglasses as you lean back, sighing at the relief that came with finally resting on the chair by yourself.
As the hours tick by, you take notice of a certain someone staring at you across the beach.
He’s cute, you think to yourself behind your sunglasses. He’s tall, black hair and green eyes standing out starkly against his pale skin. He’s sunburned, his shoulders sticking to his frame having just left the ocean. His hair is slicked to his neck, droplets sliding down his face as he sits, his sunglasses perched on his face. They’re translucent and a pretty orange; but they do nothing to hide his gaze from you.
Blushing, you choose to look away, picking up your book from the bag you’ve brought along with you. It’s a good read, something about magic and twists of fate; you’re almost finished it, every page gripping you as tightly as it can. It’s a good excuse to look away from the man who has clearly picked up on you staring at him, because you can feel his eyes pricking at your skin. You don’t look back at him; you’re not really in the mood for conversation.
You sip your beer as you continue to read, the sun crossing the sky faster than you realize. Before you know it, it’s sunset, the sky ablaze with colors of orange, yellow and red. Night drifts across the horizon in deep purple, and you yawn, stretching, before beginning to pack up. Amidst your packing, you completely miss the footfalls that land on the sand, approaching you from behind.
“Hey there.”
Your bloodstream feels like it’s on fire as you jump and turn around, nearly spilling your packed bag as you manage to choke out an apology (for what? you ask yourself, he’s the one disturbing you) but being captivated by his eyes. They’re so much more green up close, and he’s much taller. He towers above you, looking down at you, the dying sun’s rays turning his skin a pretty tan.
Wow.
His hand scratches the back of his head as he suddenly appears shy, and you blink, hoping that you’re pretending seeing blush crawl up his neck and across his cheeks. “Saw you starin’ at me all day today,” he admits finally. His voice is nice; it’s smooth and slow, like a gentle breeze weaving through your ears.
You gulp. “S-Sorry about that, didn’t mean to be weird—”
He waves you off, grinning. His teeth are so white. “Nah, not weird. I get that a lot.”
There’s a beat of silence between you two, as if neither of you know what to say next. He doesn’t seem to want to speak the words that are clearly bubbling around in his head, and you’re still confused as to why he’s even over here. Your mind drifts to the bath that’s awaiting you back at the villa; you’d just gotten a few lavender bath bombs delivered today from room service. It’s going to smell so good—
“So, uh, was wondering. If you got plans, ‘s fine, but my friends and I were gonna go to one of the bars ‘round here for some drinks later. You wanna come?”
Your mind races at top speed. Is he…asking me on a date? No, he can’t be. It’s with his friends. It’s just a group outing. He’s just being nice. Is this weird? Is he gonna kidnap me?
You choose to say none of those things, and instead forgo the idea of the bath. It’ll be there for when you’re back, and possibly will feel ten times better when you’re drunk. “Sure,” you nod, “I’ll go. That’s awfully nice of you to invite a stranger.”
His smile grows wider. “Yeah, well, I wanna get t’ know the cutie that’s been oglin’ me all damn day. You seem different than the folks I stick around. I like it.”
Your skin prickles at that comment. Different. You hadn’t gotten a good look at his friends, but you sure would tonight, you suppose.
Numbers are exchanged, as well as drop-off locations, and you part ways, watching him wander back to his group as they finish packing up. He seems to be the loner of the group, oddly enough; nodding to one of the shorter members with wily, curly brown hair and wide brown eyes, chattering excitedly over what you can only assume is about the eventful evening you’re all about to have. There’s no additional partners in sight; you heft your bag over your shoulder, hoping that there’s at least someone else that’s, well, more like you.
A stranger.
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The bar that’s written out in the text message glaring up at you is relatively simple. It’s a tiki bar, really, with low lights and a calmer atmosphere than some of the clubs further down the boulevard. Blue, purple, yellow and green slowly flicker across the walls decorated with license plates from all over the country, which leads into an open-air space with soft neon lights, beat up wooden seats and a cobblestone floor. It was…quaint, to put a word to it.
You can't miss the stranger sitting at the bar, orange-tinted glasses low on his nose as he nurses what looks like a juice box. You approach him, ignoring his friends who have perked up behind him, having seen you already. The one you'd seen on the beach with the curly hair looks especially interested, and the growing burn on your neck is becoming difficult to ignore as you muster up the bravery to slide into a seat next to him.
The stranger glances over, before a lazy smile breaks across his face. You get a better look at what he's drinking; it's a soda, blue in color, with unreadable Japanese text on the label. "Juice at a bar?" you comment, and he chuckles, the rumble making your cheeks feel warm.
"Yeah. I don't drink."
There's something unsaid there, but you choose to ignore it, ordering yourself a fruity cocktail from the bartender. You can feel him staring at you, pretty emerald eyes digging into your skin as you take a sip from your drink, sighing as the tropical flavors gush across your tongue, putting you a little more at ease.
"You like fruity shit like that? Seems like we got somethin' in common."
You turn to him. "Normally I'd go for a beer, but…I'm nervous."
He cocks his head. "You, nervous? Whatcha mean? You spent all day starin' at me and now ya got cold feet?"
The blush on your cheeks is so warm that you feel like you could light a fire with it as you look away, scowling. "Well, I wasn't expecting you to come over and talk to me!" you exclaim, taking another long sip of your drink. God, rum tasted so good to you right now. It was exactly what you needed with the ball of anxiety in your stomach.
The stranger takes a moment of pause, before huffing. "Fair play," he gruffly responds back, "but now you know. At least you look cute with your cheeks all red like that." There's a tug of a smile at the edges of his mouth, though, pushing the teasing tone. You don't know how to respond — instead, you change the subject after realizing your mouth is ajar like a goldfish.
"What's your name? I never got it."
"Togame. Jo Togame."
You swirl your straw in your drink. "Togame. Japanese?"
He nods.
"You on holiday, I'm guessing?"
He nods again. "Out with my friends, who you saw on the beach w'me. Jus' had to get outta Tokyo for a little while, clear my head, and this felt like the best place. Feels good since I met you, too. You seem…different."
Different?
It's no secret that you are a little different. I mean, how many other people go on holiday alone? Solo traveling must seem so strange to someone who has so many friends, you think to yourself as the rum hits your tongue once more. The ice has melted, which waters down the taste as you suck up the rest of the liquid through the pink straw that's been placed in your cup.
"Good different, or bad different?"
He doesn't hesitate. "Good. It's good. I like it."
The conversation devolves into small talk; you learn that he works retail, in a boba tea store back at home. One of the friends he's come with, the one with the curly hair, owns the place. "Choji," he says, gently, as if the name has a deeper meaning behind it, a fonder emphasis, "was my first friend. I couldn't let him open it and watch it fail. I had to help him." He speaks about the shop like it's his child. You write down the name of it in your phone — if you're ever in Japan, you make a note to visit sometime.
The night progresses steadily on, and the clock on your wrist grows past midnight. You barely noticed, four rum punches deep as your cheeks burn from the alcohol, no longer embarrassed, allowing yourself to laugh at his jokes and giggle at his advances. He's loosened up as well, a third blue raspberry soda in his hand, his hand resting on your thigh with a feather-light touch. So light that you almost pretend you don't feel it; but you can't ignore the way it lights up your nerves.
"Wanna get outta here?"
Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead. "Right now? It's almost one in the morning, I should—"
"—go home?" He cuts you off with a knowing look in his eyes. "At least let me walk you home, yeah? Can't have you gettin' lost around here, and I'd feel bad knowin' I abandoned you. You've kept me good company tonight."
You look down at your empty cup, contemplating. You can feel the invitation to bring him inside your hotel room growing, but you decide to wait until after the walk to choose what you want to do. Who knows? Maybe he'll say something offensive and you won't have to worry about denying his advance and feeling bad.
Something tells you he won't, though.
And it's not the look that Choji and his other friends give him as you both leave the bar, Togame waving at them from afar.
Definitely not.
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The walk home is relatively long; but Togame makes you feel like it passes in an instant. His hand moves to your back as you walk next to him, chattering away about what tourist attraction you're planning on seeing next. The heat from his palm makes your back feel warm, fighting away the chill of the night as you brush your hands along your arms, a shiver coursing down your spine.
"You cold?" he asks.
You shake your head. "No, it's fine—"
You're cut off with a squeak as he removes his orange jacket, emblazoned with a tribal-style tiger head on the back, around your shoulders. It's large, two or three sizes too big with the sleeves extending far beyond your hands. You push the sleeves up, huffing. "Well, just for the record, I didn't need this, okay?" you say, scowling, and Togame laughs, his head falling back as his hand leaves your back, being replaced by his arm wrapping around your shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Silence falls again, the only sounds the buzzing of the street lights and the far off lapping of waves against the shore. The moon is high in the sky, bright and full, casting a pretty glow among the villas. It's ethereal; no picture you could take with your camera or your phone would do it justice. You'll have to rely on your memory to recall it again; however fleeting it may be.
You close your eyes for a moment, Togame's arm around you warming you along with the jacket around your shoulders. Salty sea smell stings at your nose, and his cologne (tastefully faint) drifts throughout your breath that you take.
"Oi, eyes on the road. You're gonna trip 'n fall doin' that."
Your eyes flash open, and you look up at him with a scrunched face, meeting his amused look. "I was just…" you trail off.
Do I tell him? That's way too fast, right? That's weird…right?
"Just what?"
Fuck it.
You sigh. "Just…capturing this moment in time. I'm…I feel happy. For once. Forgot what this felt like."
Togame doesn't respond, and you avert your gaze, terrified of the look you're expecting to find. Instead, you feel him grip you just a little bit harder, pulling you a little bit closer.
"Me too."
It's just words. He doesn't mean that. He just met you today, for heaven's sake!
But it still gives you solace. This is why you traveled solo here. Meeting new people, taking a chance, adventuring out…you feel free. You feel in control for once. In control of how this night will go, even at almost two in the morning. And who better to have around than the man that you've hit it off with? There's a sense of familiarity there, with Togame; it's like you've met somewhere else before, somewhere you don't remember or recall. He feels…
You blink.
He feels like home.
You don't bother shaking that feeling off anymore. Who cares if it makes you cling to him? Who cares if it makes you a little desperate as you walk up to your villa's door, his arm removing itself from his shoulder as he hangs back, eyes burning into the back of your neck. He won't say it, though; you've only known him a short time, but Togame doesn't seem like the desperate kind. You almost wish he was; but it feels refreshing to know that whatever choice you make, he seems to be happy with simply knowing you, even if only for a short time.
The key is in the lock before you pause, turning around. "Togame—"
You meet his eyes.
Whoa.
They're dark, a deep forest green as opposed to the emerald color you'd seen earlier. It's not want, necessarily; although you do identify it there. It's more wistful, more nostalgic. Longing, perhaps? Either way, it makes your thighs unconsciously press together.
And in that moment, you decide.
The song playing in your headphones from the beach echoes in your ears.
Live like it's your last day alive.
Now or never.
You gulp. "Did…did you want to come in?"
His eyes dart down to look at your lips, one of his hands brushing against your cheek. "Yeah," he breathes out, "but first…can I kiss you?"
Fuck it, you think to yourself for the second time. I deserve this.
You nod, and his lips crush against yours.
From there, it's a whirlwind. You can barely concentrate on what's happening as the door closes, his lips attached to your own, rum and blue raspberry and floral tones being shared between you as you stumble back to the bed. His arms wrap around you, one hand pressed against the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, dipping you onto the bed gracefully. You moan as one of his thighs gets in between your own, rubbing at your mound.
"Fuck."
His voice is raspy, shot through with want as he moves down to your neck, licking and nipping gently at the sensitive skin. Your breath hitches, fingers deep in his hair as you feel yourself unconsciously rutting against his thigh. It's huge compared to your own; he's strong, you can feel it in his muscles above you as he gently moves against you on the bed.
"Oh, fuck."
This time, it's you breathing a curse as his hand leaves your lower back, pushing your shorts and underwear down easily as his thick fingers gently move through your folds. Your clit begins to ache; everything feels so intoxicating right now, you feel like you're floating. Your head is light as Togame's mouth moves from his spot on your neck down to your chest, tugging your top down and his tongue darting out to brush against a hardened nipple.
He makes a noise as he runs his fingers through your folds again, all the way up to your clit, which makes your hips jolt and you let out a soft moan. His eyes are on you like a predator, sunglasses centimeters from falling off his face as he sucks and swirls his tongue around your nipple. "You're so wet already," he whispers against you, "wanna taste you so bad. Can I?"
You have a moment of confusion. This man, whose already gotten you mostly undressed, asking to eat you out? Not just…doing it? Asking for permission? The coil in your stomach tightens so quickly as you realize how attractive that is. How badly you'd wanted the people you'd slept with to just ask, instead of assume.
You can barely form words with so many sensitive points on your body being practically bullied, so you nod.
His hand moves up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple with his thumb as he dives down, tongue lapping at you.
It's electric, his sudden movement, and you arch up into his mouth. His other hand comes down to press against your hip, keeping you from squirming upwards as he devours you. It's insane how good he is at this; his tongue dances across your folds, flicking up to lap and suck at your clit, then down to prod at your sopping hole. It's maddening, you think to yourself as your nails dig into his hair. It's maddening how good he is at this; how much you've been missing.
What are the fucking odds you'd land such a gold mine? While traveling alone?
Your thoughts are interrupted by Togame's voice against you, rumbling. The vibration has your legs tightening around his head, and you just realize how close you are. "Fuck, 'm close," you say to him, and he nods, continuing his movements. "I know," he says, and your head falls back as you moan at the sheer confidence exuding from him, "I can feel it. You're fuckin' soaking, baby. All f'me, too. You taste so fucking good, you know that? So good—"
His tongue flicks against you just right, and the wave inside you crests.
Your eyes snap open. "Togame, I'm gonna—"
He rumbles. "I know. Cum for me, baby."
You've never been one to cum on command, but God, the way he says it has you gushing all over him with a cry. He happily laps it up, too, murmuring how good you are and how beautiful you look beneath him, twitching and squirming as your climax rips through your body like a freight train. You're seeing stars, your body feeling light as air as your muscles contract and relax, stuttering as your high abates.
All of his movements stop, and you feel him disappear. A whine escapes your throat at the loss of contact, but it's cut off as his mouth presses against your own, tongue rubbing against your own. You can taste yourself on him, the gentle tang sharp on your taste buds as he groans. His hard-on presses against your thigh, and you tense. It's big.
"Can I—"
"—fuck me?" you finish his sentence, out of breath as he pulls away.
He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. "No, I can't fuck you. That would be ruining the masterpiece underneath me."
You're completely unprepared for what he says next, your mouth ajar to retort back, some strength returning to you until his thumbs hook into the waistband of his pants. He gives you a knowing look; there it is again, that feeling of nostalgia. That feeling that he's going to take care of you. That you want him to take care of you.
The energy is electric. You don't want it to stop, and when he speaks again, your mind goes blank.
"I'm going to worship you like you deserve. Like it's our last day alive together. Like we've known each other for years. Like you're the only thing that matters to me."
You don't dwell on the implications of his statements—you're too fucked out to even try as his bare cock, a dusting of curly black hair around the base, nudges against your wetness. All you know is that you need him. You need him bad.
And as he enters you, his cock stretching you just right, it feels like coming home.
It feels like heaven.
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simiansmoke · 1 year ago
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@badonkeykong
“Hey, I work hard….enough to earn some slackin’. Kicking kremling butt and eating bananas ain’t easy, ya know!” DK insists jokingly.
“I take amazing care of my boards, they just can’t handle my moves is all.” The ape responds matter of factly, but behind that confident grin were some destructive experiences with the surf boards he had borrowed time and time again. He was just a tad bit too rough and careless with them and it seemed Funky was onto him.
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The kong deflates a little upon being told he’s getting the duckie board. “Awww man, the duckie board? That’s cold-blooded.” Usually the duckie board was reserved for Diddy when they wanted to mess with him; talk about bruised pride.
“Beggars can’t be choosers, I guess.” DK ultimately decides with a shrug, breaking away from his cuz to raise the board over his head with a woot. “Last one to the water’s a rotten baboon!” And with that, he’s racing towards the docks, excited laughter carrying him the whole way.
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"Uh-huh...sure" Whether he was judging you or not, you may never know. His sunglasses give him a completely neutral position, and he doesn't share more than monotonous amusement in his voice.
"Sounds like a case of being a heavy-weight with no groove." Sure, he could probably snap each board he stepped on too...but the groove was was kept it from coming to pass. DK just didn't have enough groove to stop that from happening.
With a laugh as he tosses his cuz the duckie board, Funky hikes his own red board up under his arm, ready to head out with little more than turning the open sign around to read 'closed for lunch' on the shop sign.
"Rotten baboon? No need to talk badly about yourself!" He grins, racing forward on his palms neck in neck with DK only to roll forward for a few meters in a tight ball, then pop out and land on his board. It sailed along the tree's branch road they were situated on and allows him to sail down to the water, looping around in a roller coaster of terror....and all without foot straps.
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"Whew!"
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wootblog-blog1 · 5 years ago
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Concluyó exitosamente la Copa Argentina de Skateboarding
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Se realizó la séptima fecha de la Copa Argentina de Skateboarding región NOA en la pista de Skate ubicada en la intersección de las avenidas Jaldo y Alfonsín, en Lomas de Tafí.
El campeonato nacional por regiones de la federación argentina de skateboarding en esta instancia posibilitó la clasificación a los participantes del NOA a la final nacional.
“Estamos muy contentos por la oportunidad de venir por primera vez a Tucumán, por ende estamos trayendo un granito de arena y la posibilidad de que los chicos que aprendieron a andar en la pista de Tafí Viejo hoy por hoy puedan salir de Tucumán y representar a la provincia”; finalizó Gabriel Beneits, presidente de la Federación Argentina de skateboarding.
WOOT estuvo presente apoyando las categorías amateurs y femenina, motivando a los participantes a cumplir sus sueños. Algunos de los ganadores nos dijeron lo siguiente: “Soy Joel Benjamin Villagra tengo 20 años, ando en skate hace 10 años. Vivo en Tucumán y el pasado finde tuve la oportunidad de participar en la primera fecha en Tucumán de la copa Argentina Clasificación NOA, donde logré clasificar primero en categoría Amateur con lo cual tengo un pase a la final nacional en Rosario en el próximo febrero. Entre distintos premios me llevé estos tremendos anteojos en una caja muy linda y distintiva ! Gracias woot !“
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Mientras que Emanuel nos cuenta lo siguiente “Emanuel Federico Gómez de 19 años de Tafí Viejo. Patino hace 5 años y primera vez que participó de la Copa Argentina de Skate y logré clasificar segundo en la categoría Amateur. Ando en skate casi todos los días de la semana y mi sueño es tener experiencias de viajes conociendo personas y lugares andando en skate. Gracias woot”
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Sin duda estos chicos tienen futuro. Sigan su instinto y dejen salir su lado salvaje.
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ask-dr-knockout · 7 years ago
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Got into hero/adventure get up gear and then met up with @tyrantofthefirmament at Wild West Con in Old Tucson today! Later that night I got to see Black Panther with @tfg1-minibot-lover and her family! It was a fun day!
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breadtiger · 7 years ago
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happy lesbian day lads feat my green wall
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jessbakescakes · 4 years ago
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top 5 icon behavior moments of tww!
Ahhhh this was hard. I’m gonna try not to repeat characters! (I also hope I got the vibe you were going for, haha.)
“Why don’t you take your legislative agenda and shove it up your ass?” Joshua Lyman, you absolute gem of a man. The way he tosses the phone to Donna. The way he struts afterward, super proud of himself. Absolutely unhinged in all the best ways.
“While you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tightass Club, in this building when the President stands, nobody sits.” I could have chosen one of a zillion Bartlet moments, but this one is just... this is truly excellent to me. It’s dismantling this woman’s arguments piece by piece like I wish I could do in any given situation with a bonus dig because he can do it and he’s the President.
“I can sign the President’s name. I have his signature down pretty good.” Margaret, you are a gift to this show. Her delivery of this line is so good and the reaction it elicits from Leo is perhaps one of my favorite Leo moments in the entire show. “I think the White House Counsel would say that’s a coup d’etat!” 
“I had woot canaw!” I couldn’t choose between like 89734 CJ moments. They’re all so good. This one is one of her most memorable, so I’ll go with it. Allison Janney’s comedic timing is unmatched and it’s a flawless delivery.
“ALRIGHT! Shut the hell up, everybody! I fired more people than you before breakfast!” Leo McGarry, you are fantastic. The juxtaposition of him telling Josh about team morale only to go into the room and yell this at his staff is just... god I love it so much.
Honorable mentions: Carol doing chicken noises to convey Danny’s message to CJ, Donna telling the bird it will hurt its beak, Joey Lucas shouting “YOU IDIOT! I’M JOEY LUCAS!”, Josh telling the guy that Bartlet doesn't hold a grudge but that's what he pays Josh for *sunglasses*, Abbey Bartlet + literally any time she calls Jed a jackass...
Ask me my top 5 anything!
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askodasandfriends · 8 years ago
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alrighttttt time to answer some asks
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semisweetscribbles · 5 years ago
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OC Aesthetic: Aislinn Lavellan Edition
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[ COLORS ]
red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. cobalt blue. lime green. beige.
[ ELEMENTS ]
fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.
[ BODY ]
claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. lean. piercing. tattoos. lithe. moles. dimples.
[ WEAPONS ]
fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. words.
[ MATERIALS ]
gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amber. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. jade.
[ NATURE ]
grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky.
[ ANIMALS ]
lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. bees. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. bluebirds. deer. halla.
[ FOODS/DRINKS ]
sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia. honey.
[ HOBBIES ]
music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. wood carving. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. history. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. flight. climbing. running. freerunning. exploring. partying. yoga.
[ STYLE ]
lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. flower crown. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trench coat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform. fancy shoes. leather jacket. sport underwear.
[ MISC ]
balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. bittersweet. happiness. luck. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. lust. regrets. passion. spontaneity. potty mouth. recklessness. practicality. hope.
I found this on @nipuni​ tumblr, and wanted to give it a go with my own Inquisitor Aislinn Lavellan, woot!
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tictac-area · 4 months ago
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Tom Ford Olivia Sunglasses: Iconic Eyewear for Every Occasion
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catxtopia · 6 years ago
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An Ironstrange AU where they met before Stephen’s accident, because I can’t get enough of that plot idea apparently v(owo)v 
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//Tips sunglasses// Well well well we meet again. Two videos out in under a month, what am I? Off Hiatus? Ha I noticed that I've only uploaded seven videos since this time last year, which is ya know, rather pathetic of me. So we're rocking a whole eight videos now, can I get a woot woot?
Anyways, these two dorks are just really inspiring I guess.
AU Summary: So it’s pretty simple really. Stephen and Tony met long before their superhero days, as well as before both their accidents. Tony’s there when Stephen gets in his car accident. (I like the headcanon that they were on the phone with each other when it happened. Hoho stomp on my heart please and thank)  
All goes downhill from there, Stephens anger and devastation over the accident picks away at their relationship till Stephen says things he shouldn’t have and Tony walks out. While separated they both have their superhero journeys and become Iron Man and Sorcerer Supreme. Neither of them reach out to each other despite wanting to. It isn’t until Grape Koolaid enters the scene that Stephen reaches out to Tony for his help (totallynotcausehemisseshim). Messy feelings resurface and Tony’s left angry and confused by his ex-now-wizard but there isn’t enough time for Stephen to explain (and apologise). They get caught up in the whole end-of-the-world shit, tip toeing around each other and not working together until people are dying and Stephens telling Tony “they’re in the end game now” and how he’s “sorry” and wished for more time. Tony’s left to watch the love of his life drift away in the wind with the words “I love you” on the tip of his tongue.
------------------------------------------------------- Song: End of video (I know I spelt lovato wrong but idgaf I am not rerending this beast again ugh) Movies Used: Doctor Strange, Iron Man 2, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Avengers: Infinity War, Captain America: Civil War Programs Used: SV Pro 14 -------------------------------------------------------
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80srockher · 6 years ago
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Yuri on Ice Re-Watch and Live Commentary, Episode 8: Yuri vs Yuri! The Horror!! Rostelecom Cup, Short Program
All rise for the Theme of King JJ.
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Run, Yurio.
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Don’t snitch, Mila!
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Your enthusiasm is cute but don’t injure the getaway driver, Yurio.
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Gramps and his classic car, lol.
Also, I love pirozhkis. Gramps and I should be friends.
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I wonder if Yurio told his grandfather of his impromptu trip to Japan before he left or if he sprung it on him when he got back to Russia.  Makes me wonder Gramps did Yurio a solid by purchasing the ticket in his own name.  Though, we’ll probably never know.
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I can’t recall if I’ve heard Victor referred to as Russia’s national hero before now.  Adds an extra element to Yakov’s ire at his decision to skip the GP, IMO.
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Victor.  Wearing sunglasses indoors and drinking coffee. At night.  Indeed, a man for all seasons.
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So.  Vitya is talking up Yuri to the press and Yurio does not appreciate the partiality. 
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This is, of course, in reference to Yuri.  The urge to deflect is strong within Victor.
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Good job!
I’ve seen various speculations as to why Victor wouldn’t – or couldn’t – answer the reporter’s query. In my opinion, I think it’s just a matter of him being tired of giving the same response over and over, e.g., the Grand Prix’s not over so I haven’t committed…hard pass to Yurio!  
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Well, you did want his attention, Yurio.
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Victor’s “Sure, kid,” grin in this cap is gr9.
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Aww, poor shy bb.
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Ugh.  Mickey.  Not a fan.
However, aren’t you four or so years older than Emil, Sarah?  Surely, there’s someone a bit more age-appropriate. 
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Well, obviously Sarah is friendly with YOU, Yuri.  
I like Sarah a lot, actually.  The women in this show are awesomely written.
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Goddamn, Seung-gil. It’s either you or the 18 year-old at this point.  Help a sister out.
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So stoic in the aftermath of that sick burn, lol.
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Repeat after me, Yurio: You. Don’t.  Own.  Victor.
Honestly, there needs to be some sort of collective intervention with regards to this concept.
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OMG, yes, Ep. 8 gives us the treasure that is JJ.  Can’t wait.
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Just…. WTF are you doing, Seung Gil?
Also, Russian TV is listing Victor as a headliner and he’s not even competing, lol.
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Oh, my.  As a basic straight, I don’t feel quite comfortable tossing the term “Queen” around.  Seung Gil is steadily creeping into that category for me, though.
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Wowsa, JJ is tall.
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LOL, poor Emil.  He’s the youngest competitor and so wants to hang out with the cool kids.  
Meanwhile, I’m going to pretend what Mickey is doing to Sarah here is an in-universe Italian thing.  Until I can’t anymore, of course.
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Well.  Now I can’t, anymore.  That was quick.
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Then adopt a pet, Mickey. Sarah’s not your property.
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Well, that’s a relief.
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Chekov’s steamed buns makes its first appearance.
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All of Russia WILL NOT be competing with me for your attention today, boo.
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Guess who has your national hero by the balls neck, Russia?
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And later on tonight Japan is going to lay siege to Russia.  From the Southern border.  If you catch my drift.  Hehe. Heh.
Ahem.
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Yuri’s internal monologue before this scene exposes his fear of ultimately losing Victor if he doesn’t perform well, while Victor actually thinks the pressure has lessened for Yuri.  Ugh, two clueless ships bumbling around each other in the night.
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LOL.  This is so dramatic.  Kid is still only 15.
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Their (super cute) reaction is a little confusing seeing as how Victor was telling the press just yesterday about having choreographed Yurio’s SP. 
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Yuri breaks 100 points, again.  Woot!  Guess who’s also not afraid to show his love to Russia?  Gosh, these two.
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They can’t contain their happiness and want to share it with their pal, Yurio.
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Of course, Yurio mistakes their support for pity.  Ever considered they might enjoy your sparkling personality?
Didn’t cap, because I didn’t care to, but I’m still not feeling Agape even now.   It may be technically difficult but it just looks... not junior-ish, exactly, but certainly not mature enough for the Senior division, IMO.
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JJ’s personality is even more “sparkling” than Yurio’s, lol.
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They had the nerve, the audacity, the unmitigated gall to make this song so damn catchy.  You dared to go there, creators, and you succeeded.
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However, the tramp stamp is just unforgivable.
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Trust, I am singing along in spirit.
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You charismatic bastard.
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I blame Chekhov.
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Poor Yuri looks just about shell-shocked right here.  What to do?
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If you’re Yuri, you make the selfless choice for the man you love.
Makkachin is, of course, Victor’s beloved, longtime companion.  However, this scene (and consecutive ones in ep. 9) helped to convince me of Victor’s lack of close connections with a lot of people.  There isn’t anyone he can call on to keep track of this dire situation while he’s working in another country?  No one else that understands how much that dog means to him to potentially travel to Japan to be with Makkachin if worse comes to worse? If either of the above were applicable, then I think Yuri would justifiably request that Victor stay with him.  However, he must be intimately aware of Victor’s circumstances: that he’s been more or less a loner for a fair amount of time, at least.
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Well, this expression is heartbreaking.  The man’s best friend is facing death and there’s nothing he can do. 
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Thankfully, Yakov makes a timely entrance.
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Yeah, the two caps are way similar, but I only did it for the text.  Observe Yakov’s smug excitement at the prospect of Victor returning. Dude misses Victor, but he’s shit at showing it.
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Yakov misses Victor and despite everything, Victor still trusts Yakov.  Damn messy Russians.
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Poor Yurio and his “Da fuck? I have to share a coach with the piggy again?” face.  LOL.
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Aww, that little Makkachin doodle is so mean!
That ep. 9 “reunion” will more than make up for it, though. ;)
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lifewithoutmeds · 3 years ago
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April 24, 2022
Sunday afternoon, 7:20 p.m.
I had a pretty nice last few days. Took off Wednesday and Thursday, and fished Wednesday at Rincon State Beach and Thursday in Malibu at El Pescador State Beach. Friday I had my eyebrows tatted and then grabbed lunch with GYoonit. Saturday mostly did stuff around the condo before watching Everything Everywhere All At Once with my momma then had seafood spaghetti with her for dinner. Sunday tooled about a bit, then spent some time fishing in Tujunga with Amy’s boys. All in all a good weekend I’d say.
I get a little restless these days, especially between 5-9pm. I’ve got my puzzle that’s weirdly hard, and the cowboy book I’m not enjoying much, and I have my couple games on my iphone and the handful of people that I text (Danielle, Antoinette, Lorena, Jadai, Nida, Rhiannon.) lately i’ve taken to having 2-3 small glasses of LaPhroaig as the sun starts to set, but seeing as how that will last me less than a week, thinking I should slow it down or just limit it to weekends or something.
It’s a bit difficult now since I can’t really exercise/sweat/be exposed to direct sunlight, so i feel a bit constricted. i started jogging last week but that had to stop because of sweat, and i started trying to sunbathe a bit more but that also had to stop. took a reprieve to go fishing today in the direct sun, but kept on sunglasses, hat, and hood, so hopefully i staved off the worst of it.
Life feels kinda calm. there’s a lot of empty space. i vacuum a lot, swiffer the floor weekly. i find myself constantly gravitating towards empty spaces like counters and baseboards and wanting to clean them. clean slates all around. it seems as if the amount of potential cleaning and tidying is somewhat infinite, and depending on the day, that is either horrifying or rather soothing to consider.
Not a lot going on on the romance-front. i’m on tinder every few days but haven’t gotten any mutual likes except for one very accidental one that fortunately neither of us have tried to initiate anything. the most impactful things i look forward to are correspondences with BW and LT. i don’t know what it is with me and unusually beautiful women. that’s just where i put forth my time and energy, regardless of what little i get out of it.
this week is work and election training, and this weekend is 29 palms with the gals. looking forward to the next friday when i’ll be able to hit the surf again, and maybe put out another video (my last one from a week or so ago has just gotten 100 views, and the one from two months ago has just gotten 800, woot!) i wrote up that review on LT’s request, though it may have been said in jest, i am a literal person and i like to do what i say i’ll do, and it was promised, so there it was. dedicated to LT.
not much else to do today. have done my chores. and i’ll try to read a few chapters before the night’s done. my weight’s very recently gotten out of control in the last week, but nothing i can’t start tamping down (again) next week.
it was super warm today and i’m looking forward to slightly cooler weather that won’t have me worried about sweating over my face tats.
signing out, LwM
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unheavenlycreatures · 6 years ago
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woot woot i just bought some prescription sunglasses im hype
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loracarol · 7 years ago
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I need at least three things that are expensive and super ridiculous and could also be bought in the TaZ universe for people who want to go to the beach. 
Like, the Gucci (?) of things you can by For The Beach
So far I have: 
High-end beach sandals made of gold and encrusted with sapphires
Enchanted swim goggles that look like giant sunglasses, so you can go swimming without Sacrificing Your Look
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Can I ask if anyone have any other ideas? |D 
Woot! Someone gave me the perfect item! 
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womenofcolor15 · 5 years ago
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Designer Christopher John Rogers WINS The Coveted CFDA/VOGUE Fashion Fund + LaLa Anthony, Lil Nas X & More Hit The Carpet
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Fashion designer Christopher John Rogers (above) won the coveted CFDA/VOGUE Fashion Fun and there were several celebs in the mix to celebrate, including Kat Graham, LaLa Anthony, Lil Nas X and more. Get it all inside…
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                  This is the physical manifestation of the prayers and sacrifices of my forefathers. God, the universe, my family, my TEAM, the judges. Thank you, endlessly. #CVFF #winnerwinnerchickendinner @trixiemattel
A post shared by Christopher John Rogers (@christopherjohnrogers) on Nov 4, 2019 at 7:38pm PST
  Black boy joy!
Fashion designer Christopher John Rogers just got the co-sign of a lifetime after he scooped up the coveted CFDA/VOGUE Fashion Fund. The 25-year-old will receive $400,000 along with a mentorship through the Council of Fashion Designers America. Woot! The win comes less than two months after he made his official runway debut at New York Fashion Week.
The Baton Rouge-born designer has styled several A-listers, including Rihanna, Michelle Obama, Lizzo, Tracee Ellis Ross and Cardi B.
For his big night, he did not disappoint. He lit up the red carpet in bold red suit with a matching boa and a pair of mini sunglasses. On Instagram, he expressed how excited he was to win this year’s CFDA/VOGUE Fashion Award.
”This is the physical manifestation of the prayers and sacrifices of my forefathers,” he captioned a picture of himself on Instagram. “God, the universe, my family, my TEAM, the judges. Thank you, endlessly. #CVFF #winnerwinnerchickendinner @trixiemattel”
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All Eyez On Me actress got bow tied, trimmed and painted in one of Christopher's gowns, hitting the carpet alongside the designer during the event.
Inside, the twosome celebrated his win:
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                  Seriously if this is not the most perfect holiday dress I don’t know what is.... Getting bow tied, trimmed and painted for the CFDA x Vogue Fashion Fund dinner in the only @christopherjohnrogers @haroldjulian
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  Kat looked GOODT!
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"Power" star LaLa Anthony popped up in a silk coral cut-out wrap Off White dress.
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  LaLa showed Christopher love on social media after his win:
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                  Off-White....Last Night at the CFDA/VOGUE Fashion Fund... it was an incredible night...congrats to @christopherjohnrogers for winning..can’t wait to see what’s next for u
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  Lil Nas X showed off his fashion flare in a white suit splattered with black paint.
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Pregnant model Ashley Graham rocked a custom iridescent mint and grape wiggle dress made by Christopher John Rogers.
Speaking of models...
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Models Jasmine Tookes and Jourdan Dunn struck a few poses on the carpet.
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Jourdan linked up with designer/TV personality Tan France ("Queer Eye") on the carpet. LOVE both looks.
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R&B crooner Maxwell was also in the mix.
  Congrats again, Christopher John Rogers!
Photos: Getty/INSTAR/Splash/Instagram
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