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CyBER Members profile

CyBER members profile and facts:

(Apologize me for my bad editing 😭. I'm new to this.)

FANDOM NAME: CyHEART

FANDOM COLOUR: Electric Purple.

Current Dorm Arrangement (updated in April 2024):

Dorm 1: Moon and Fred

Dorm 2: Kai and Inso

Dorm 3: Daelia and Willow

Dorm 4: Atsuki and Ash

The 4 dorms are located within 5 minutes walk from each other.

Official CY:

Website: cyber.future.com / (Japan): cyberjapan.com / (Thai): cyberthailand.com

Instagram: @ cybe4 / (Japan): @ cybe4_official_jp

X: @ cy_ber/ @ cyheart_support / (Japan): @ cyber_JP

TikTok: @ cy-ber_future / (Japan): @ cyber_japan

YouTube: CyBER / (Japan): CyBER Japan

Facebook: FUTURE | CyBER

Weibo: CyBEROfficial

bilibili: CyBER

CyBER members profile:

MOON

Stage Name: Moon (방찬)

Birth Name: Kang Tae Moon

Position: Leader, Producer, Main Rapper, composer, sub vocal.

Birthday: April 14, 2000

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Lion

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Height: 6'0

Weight: 75kg

Blood Type: B

MBTI Type: ISTF

Nationality: Korean

Representative Animal: Cat

Instagram: @ taemoon

Spotify: CyBER's Leader Moon's Playlist

MOON Facts:

– Born in Incheon, South Korea.

– Single Child.

– He has a dog named Oreo.

– His nicknames given by his members: Mini Eminem, Kitty, Moonie, Moon.

– He speaks English, Korean, Japanese, and a bit of Italian.

– He can play the guitar, piano and drums.

– His favorite season is winter.

– He helps his members with producing songs.

– Tae Moon is close friends with RM(Solo artist), ENHYPEN's Jay, IU (solo artist), and other kpop group. Foreign artists: Harry Styles, Olivia Rodrigo, Travis Scott and Doja Cat.

– He used to train in JYP but then got away from there and got into FUTURE Entertainment.

– His role models are his dad, Eminem and his friends.

– If he wasn’t in CyBER he would be a Spftware engineer.

– His motto: “When life gives you shit, you shit back."

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Inso

Stage Name: Inso

Birth Name: Bae Inseul.

Position: Rapper, sub vocal, producer, center.

Birthday: September 12, 1998

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Tiger

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Birthplace: Incheon, South Korea.

Height: (5’4″)

Weight: 45 kg

Blood Type: B

MBTI Type: ENFP

Nationality: Korean

Representative Animal: Hamster

Instagram: baeinso

Spotify: INSO’s Playlist

Inso facts:

– She was born in Incheon,South Korea but later moved to Canada after her birth within a week. Came back to Seoul for her training.

– Inso is half Korean and half canadian.

– She has one 2 younger twins siblings. A boy and girl. They are 5 years younger than her.

– Inso can play Guitar.

– She has a lahsa apso named as Kobe (japanese word)

– She is fluent in Korean, Japanese, and English.

– She is close friends with Nayeon (Twice), Yerin (GFriend), Chahee (Melody Day) and Lime (Hello Venus). Foregin artists: Billie Ellish, Sabrina Carpenter and Nick Jonas.

– her motto is "Don't give a fuck to anyone."

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Atsuki

Stage Name: Atsuki

Birth Name: Sim Atsuko(심 아츠코)

Position: Rapper, song writer, lead dancer.

Birthday: January 1, 1999

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Birth place: Thailand

Height: 5'3

Weight: 43kg

Blood Type: B

MBTI Type: INTJ

Nationality: Thai

Representative Emoticon: Wolf

Instagram: @ simofcyber

Spotify: Atsuki's Profile.

Atsuki Facts:

— She was born in Pattaya, Thailand. Later moved to korea after her 2nd grade.

— Atsuki is half thai and half korean.

— She has 2 older brother and 1 older sister.she is the youngest in the family.

— Atsuki can play flute and Saw Sam Sai

— Atsuki is scared of animals.

— She is fluent in Korean, Thai and a bit of english.

— She is close friends with Stary kids, Lee Min ho (actor), Irene from Red velvet, RM (solo artist). Foregin friends: Unknown.

— Her motto is "Love yourself "

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Fred

Stage Name: Fred

Birth Name: Kim Fred (킴 프레드)

Positions: BeatBoxer, sub vocal.

Birthdate: October 30, 1997

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Ox

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.

Birthplace: Australia.

Height: 6'2

Weight: 82kg

Blood Type: O

MBTI Type: ESTF

Nationality: Australian.

Representative Animal: Bear.

Instagram: @ freddiekimcyber

Spotify: Fred's Profile.

Fred Facts:

– Born in Sydney, Australia. Moved to Korea at the age of 10 to get into Archery training, after years ended up becoming idol.

– He has a year younger brother.

– He has 3 cats named Sooni, Doongi, and Dori.

– He learned beat boxing after seeing street player beat boxing in the streets of seoul and started to do it.

– He can play Violin.

– Frequent in Korean, English, Japanese, Chinese and is learning French.

–Close friends with half of the hybe, yg and jyp group. Foreign friends: Tom Holland, Drake, Taylor swift, Sydney Spears.

–His motto is "Don't give up"

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Willow

Stage Name: Willow

Birth Name: Zhao Willow (버드나무)

Positions: Main Vocal, Visual, Main dancer.

Birthdate: November 18, 2002

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Birthplace: China

Height: 5'3

Weight: 45kg

Blood Type: A

MBTI Type: INTP

Nationality: Chinese- French

Representative Animal: Mouse

Instagram: @ willox_Z

Spotify: WILLOW's Profile.

Willow Facts:

— Willow was born in Xi An, China. Later moved to France with her family. When she wanted to became an idol, she came to korea with her mother.

— She has a younger brother.

—Willow is good in maths. Sakura is able to guess people’s blood type just by looking at them.

— She is a fan of Red Velvet and her bias is Irene.

— Willow loves reading mangas and novels.

— She is not a fan of mint chocolate.

— She has been into film cameras a lot.

— She says that she has the most confidence.

— Her childhood dream before was to become a doctor.

— Willow has a pet cat, named as Fur.

— Willow would usually dance when stressed.

— Friends: Unknown.

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KAI

Stage Name: Kai

Birth Name: Yu SangWoo

Positions: Vocal, Visual, sub rapper, lead dancer.

Birthdate: June 20, 2001

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Snake

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Birthplace: Korea

Height: 6'4

Weight: 81kg

Blood Type: B

MBTI Type: ENFJ

Nationality: korean-chinese

Representative Animal: Dog

Instagram: @ kai_woo

Spotify: KAI's profile.

Kai facts:

– Kai was born in Seoul, South Korea. His mother is chinese while his father is korean.

– He has a sister (named Andy).

– The shortened version of Kai is K.

– His nicknames is: Kai, kiki, giraffe, puppy.

– His first Tv appearance was at a kids TV program called “Bbo Bbo Bbo”.

– Kai can speak English.

– He has several tattoos.

– Kai is extremely shy and modest in real life.

– His favorite food is Ganjang gaejang (Crab preserved in soy sauce).

– His favorite colors are black and red.

– Kai’s lucky number is 8. It’s an important number to him since his birthday year, month, and day all include the number 8. (Ask In A Box)

– His favorite artists are: Pharrell Williams, Jay-Z, Blackstreet, Wu-Tang Clan, Beyonce and Rihanna.

– In 2023 he released his first solo album “Heartbreaker“.

– His debut album won the Album of the Year at Mnet Asian Music Awards 2023.

– He is the brand ambassador of Chanel in Korea.

– He had 2 Shar-Pei dogs: Jenna and Julia.

– Before becoming a singer, he wished to become a fashion designer.

ASH

Stage name: Ash

Birthname: Ito Asher.

Position:Lead vocal, lead rapper.

Birthdate: June 14, 2003

Zodiac: Gemini

Birthplace: Italy.

Height: 5'11

Weight: 79kg

Blood type: O

MBTI type: ENFE

Nationality: Japanese-Italian.

Representative emoji: Bunny.

Instagram: axherz

Spotify: ASH's Playlist.

Ash Facts:

– His parents are Japanese, but he was born in Rome, Italy.

– He has an older sister named Jessa, and a younger sister named Rose.

– His nicknames (according to his members) Ashers, ash, pookie, aki.

– He trained for 1 year.

– He speaks Italian.

– He thinks his charming point is his curly hair.

– Ash is very flexible.

– He also loves swimming. He got the 2nd place for 15 age category in 2015 Swimming Carnival.

– His hobbies are listening to music, dancing, shopping (especially clothes), traveling, and beatboxing.

– His favorite sport is soccer.

– His favorite seasons are autumn and winter.

– His favorite overseas artist is Ariana Grande.

– Ash favorite color is black.

– His favorite number is 7 because it a lucky number to him. (vLive)

– He thinks that learning Korean is hard but enjoys learning it.

– He likes talking over the phone rather than texting.

– He hates scary things.

– His habit is biting lips.

– A host asked Ash if he has abs and he answered “Yes, I have abs”. (CeluvTV)

– He wanted to become a singer because he really likes music.

– His favorite song is “A Little Braver” by New Empire.

– His favorite type of movies are comedy and action. (Twitter Q&A)

– He likes “Peter the Rabbit”.

– Ash likes to listen to Kenrick Lamar, Logic, and Joey BadA$$. (iHeart Radio)

– His role model is BIGBANG‘s G-Dragon.

– He has lived in a dorm for 8 months.

– His role at the dorm is becoming a massage therapist.

– If he wasn’t in CyBER, he would be a director. (vLive 180424)

– His motto: “Just a little braver~”

DAELIA

Stage name: Daelia

Birthname: Im Daehee

Position: Vocal, Maknae, lead dnacer.

Birthdate: August 12, 2004

Zodiac: Leo

Birthplace: Korea.

Height: 5'4

Weight: 49kg

Blood type: AB

Representative emoji: Panda.

MBTI: INTJ

Nationality: Korean.

Instagram:n/a

Spotify: Lia's playlist.

Daelia facts

– She was born in Suwon, South Korea.

– She has an older sister.

– Education: Hanlim Multi Art School (Department of Practical Dance / Graduated), Yeongbok Girls’ Middle School (Graduated), Suwon Hwayang Elementary School (Graduated).

– Favorite color: Pink.

– Personality: Extroverted.

– She used to play floorball for about 4 years (between ages 11-15). She also got an award for The Best Player of the Match in Kyeonggido High School Sportsclub Championship.

– Hobbies: Walking, going for shopping and to restaurants.

– Favorite food: Pizza.

– She’s friends with IVE‘s Wonyoung

– Daelia used to wear braces.

– She ranked 68th on TC Candler’s 100 Most Beautiful Faces 2019.

– Fans support that she looks like PRISTIN‘s Kyulkyung.

– She has a cat called Sarang.

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Chubby Checker (Ernest Evans; October 3, 1941) is a rock ‘n roll singer and dancer. He is known for popularising many dance styles including the twist dance style, with his hit cover of Hank Ballard & The Midnighters’ R&B hit “The Twist” and the Pony with the hit “Pony Time”. “The Twist” topped Billboard’s list of the most popular singles to have appeared in the Hot 100, an honor it maintained for an update of the list. He popularized the “Limbo Rock” and its trademark limbo dance, as well as various dance styles such as The Fly.

By age eight he formed a street-corner harmony group, and by the time he entered high school, he took piano lessons at Settlement Music School. He entertained his classmates by performing vocal impressions of popular entertainers of the day, such as Jerry Lee Lewis, Elvis Presley, and Fats Domino.

He entertained customers at his various jobs, including Fresh Farm Poultry in the Italian Market on Ninth Street and the Produce Market, with songs and jokes. It was his boss at the Produce Market, “Tony A.”, who gave him the nickname “Chubby”. The owner of Fresh Farm Poultry, Henry Colt, was so impressed by the boy’s performances for the customers that he, along with his colleague and friend Kal Mann, who worked as a songwriter for Cameo-Parkway Records, arranged for him to do a private recording for American Bandstand host Dick Clark. He got his stage name from Clark’s wife, who asked him what his name was. “Well”, he replied, “my friends call me ‘Chubby’”. As he had just completed a Fats Domino impression, she smiled and said, “As in Checker?” That little play on words (“chubby” describing a degree of fatness and “checkers” being, like “dominoes”, a tabletop game) got an instant laugh and stuck: from then on, he would use the name “Chubby Checker”.

He married Catharina Lodders (1964) a Dutch model, and Miss World 1962 the Netherlands, they have three children. He is the father of WNBA player Mistie Bass. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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I Hindu Nationalists and Italian Fascism

II Moonje’s Plans for Militarising Hindus

III Eve of Second World War

After Moonje's trip to Italy there was no further direct contact between exponents of the main Hindu organisations and the Italian government. However, by the end of the 1930s Italian representatives in India established some connections with the extremist fringes of Hindu nationalism. The Italian consulate in Bombay was very active in seeking contacts with the local political milieu. The Italian diplomatic mission in Bombay was part of a network linking the Italian consulates in Bombay and Calcutta with the radical movements of Maharashtra and Bengal (author's PhD thesis, pp 276-79).

From June 1938 the consulate in Bombay started to 'recruit' as many Indian students as possible for Italian language courses, with the purpose of indoctrinating them with propaganda in favour of Italy and fascism. The person in charge of this activity was Mario Carelli, sent from Rome with the specific purpose of organising and managing the Italian activities in Bombay. Mario Carelli was secretary and librarian at the Institute for Middle and Far East (ISMEO), founded in Rome in 1933 under the auspices of the Italian government, and presided by Giovanni Gentile.^10

Among the students, one Madhav Kashinath Damley was particularly promising. Following Carelli's suggestion, Damley translated into Marathi Mussolini's Doctrine of Fascism and, in summer 1939, published it as a series of articles in a weekly he founded in June of the same year. The name of the magazine was Lokhandi Morcha (Iron Front). It published also, as a five parts article, a booklet by Antonio Pagliaro entitled II Fascismo contro il comunismo (Fascism against Communism) and an article by Mario Carelli entitled 'The Institution of the House of the Fasci and Corporations'.^11

In the autumn of 1939, a particularly radical article published in the Lokhandi Morcha attracted the attention of the police. The result was that Damley, who had already been noticed by the agents, was forced to suspend the magazine and pay a fine. The refusal to pay determined the cessation of the publication of the Lokhandi Morcha. Damley was a chitpavan brahmin from Pune, resident in Bombay. His father owned the printing house where the magazine was printed. According to the police,

He [Damley] holds extreme political views and believes himself to be a follower of B G Tilak...He openly says that he is enamoured of the history of Italy and Nazi Germany (MSA, Home Special Department, 830(1)1939, note dated July 11, 1939).

Even more meaningful is Damley' s description by the Italian consul:

Holding fascist ideas, he founded an organisation called Iron Guards, modelled on ours, but adapted to Indian peculiar conditions. He and his friends wore the black shirt: India's first black shirts. The development of this organisation was compromised by the outbreak of the war.^12

The influence of fascist ideology and practice must have gone far beyond the limits of the main organisations of Hindu militant nationalism and must have extended to the wide and intricate net of secondary militant groups and centres of physical education or paramilitary training. This is shown by the example of the Swastik League, founded on March 10, 1929 by M R Jayakar - who became its president - and by other local personalities. In organising the Swastik League, Jayakar, who had a prominent position within the Hindu Mahasabha, drew some inspiration from the fascist paramilitary organisations. In his own words,

in the near future, our GOC... intends to form a cadet corps, consisting of boys between the age of 15 and 18 years. The training which these cadets will receive will ultimately enable them to join the League's volunteer corps... This reminds us of a picture published in the Sunday Chronicle on the 28th instant, showing two of Sgr Mussolini's "Baby Soldiers" remaining on sentry duty at the entrance of their annual encampment at Camp Dux, where the young members of the Avan Guardista, (sic) a youth organisation of Italy for boys from 14 to 18 years of age, get first hand acquaintance with the tools of war. Neither we nor our cadets can expect to be able to get such a direct training, but all the same, the efforts to train a boy in military discipline will never be wasted and will in course of time make that boy an ideal volunteer (NAI, Jayakar papers, microfilm, rn 13, Swastik Herald, of November 7, 1934).

In 1940, when nazism manifested its real nature and the swastika became an inauspicious symbol, the organisation felt obliged to dissociate from nazism:

Hitler discriminates between Aryans and non-Aryans, between Germans and Jews. The League, though it is a purely Hindu organisation, does not make a difference between the Hindus and the non-Hindus... Hitler has many enemies, the League cannot have any. He is revengeful; the League is forgiving and tolerant. He is violent and wild; the League is not. He thinks and acts in terms of destruction. He has destroyed many families, many nations: nay, the peace of the world. Armed to teeth he is running amuck. The League stands for construction. He is an enemy of humanity. The League is a saviour of humanity. It has saved thousands of human lives. Its ambulance is most efficient (NAI, ibid, Article entitled 'Hitler and the Swastik League' in Swastik Herald, July-August 1940).

IV Savarkar and Nazism

V Waiting for the Right Enemy

VI Conclusions

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Hindutva's Foreign Tie-up in the 1930s

Archival Evidence

To understand militant Hinduism, one must examine its domestic roots as well as foreign influence. In the 1930s Hindu nationalism borrowed from European fascism to transform 'different' people into 'enemies'. Leaders of militant Hinduism repeatedly expressed their admiration for authoritarian leaders such as Mussolini and Hitler and for the fascist model of society. This influence continues to the present day. This paper presents archival evidence on the would-be collaborators.

By Marzia Casolari

Source: Economic and Political Weekly, Jan. 22-28, 2000, Vol. 35, No. 4 (Jan. 22-28, 2000), pp. 218-228

'Fascist' was in Sumit Sarkar's words, "till the other day a mere epithet" ('The Fascism of the Sangh Parivar', Economic and Political Weekly, January 30, 1993, p 163). It has come to define the ideology and practice of the Hindu militant organisations. It is a common place, accepted by their opponents, as well as by those who have a critical, but not necessarily negative, view of Hindu fundamentalism. Defining the Rashtriya Swayamsewak Sangh (RSS) and, in general, the organisations of militant Hinduism I as undemocratic, with authoritarian, paramilitary, radical, violent tendencies and a sympathy for fascist ideology and practice, has been a major concern for many politically oriented scholars and writers. This has been the case with the literature which started with Gandhi's assassination and continues up to the present day with works such as Amartya Sen's India at Risk (The New York Review of Books, April 1993) and Christophe Jaffrelot's The Hindu Nationalist Movement in India (Viking, New Delhi, 1996), the latest book published on the subject, or the well known Khaki Shorts and Saffron Flags (Orient Longman, New Delhi, 1993), which came out soon after the destruction of the Babri masjid. As a result, the fascist ideological background of Hindu fundamentalism is taken for granted, never proved by systematic analysis. This is an outcome that is, to a certain extent, explained by the fact that most of the above-mentioned authors are political scientists and not historians.

It is a fact that many of those who witnessed the growth of Hindu radical forces in the years around the second world war were already convinced of the Sangh's fascist outlook. Particularly acute was the perception that the Congress had of these organisations and their character. There is no need to mention the already well known opinion of Nehru, who, right from the beginning, had pointed at these organisations as communalist and fascist.

Less well known is the fact that, as shown by a confidential report circulated within the Congress most probably at the time of the first ban of the RSS, after Gandhi's assassination, the similarity between the character of the RSS and that of fascist organisations was already taken for granted. In fact, the report itself states that the RSS

...Started in Nagpur some sort of Hindu Boys Scout movement. Gradually it developed into a communal militarist organisation with violent tendencies.

The RSS has been purely Maharashtrian brahmin organisation. The non-brahmin Maharashtrians who constitute the bulk of C P and Maharashtra have no sympathy with it.

Even in the other provinces the chief organisers and whole-time workers will be found to be inevitably Maharashtrian brahmins.

Through the RSS the Maharashtrian brahmins have been dreaming of establishing in India 'a Peshwa Raj' after the withdrawal of Britishers. The RSS flag is the Bhagwa Flag of the Peshwas - Maharashtrian rulers [who] were the last to be conquered by the British - and after the termination of British rule in India, the Maharashtrians should be vested with political powers.

The RSS practises secret and violent methods which promote 'fascism'. No regard is paid to truthful means and constitutional methods.

There is no constitution of the organisation; its aims and objects have never been clearly defined. The general public is usually told that its aim is only physical training, but the real aims are not conveyed even to the rank and file of the RSS members. Only its 'inner circle' is taken into a confidence.

There are no records or proceedings of the RSS organisation, no membership registers are maintained. There are also no records of its income and the expenditure. The RSS is thus strictly secret as regards its organisation. It has consequently... (National Archives of India (NAI), Sardar Patel Correspondence, microfilm, reel no 3, 'A Note on the RSS', undated). Unfortunately the document stops abruptly here, but it contains enough evidence of the reputation the RSS already had by the late 1940s.

This document, however, is by no means exceptional. An accurate search of the primary sources produced by the organisations of Hindu nationalism, as well as by their opponents and by the police, is bound to show the extent and the importance of the connections between such organisations and Italian fascism. In fact the most important organisations of Hindu nationalism not only adopted fascist ideas in a conscious and deliberate way, but this happened also because of the existence of direct contacts between the representatives of the main Hindu organisations and fascist Italy.

To demonstrate this, I will reconstruct the context from which arose the interest of Hindu radicalism in Italian fascism right from the early 1920s. This interest was commonly shared in Maharashtra, and must have inspired B S Moonje's trip to Italy in 1931. The next step will be to examine the effects of that trip, namely how B S Moonje tried to transfer fascist models to Hindu society and to organise it militarily, according to fascist patterns. An additional aim of this paper is to show how, about the end of the 1930s, the admiration for the Italian regime was commonly shared by the different streams of Hindu nationalism and the main Hindu leaders.

Particular attention will be devoted to the attitude adopted by the main Hindu organisations during the second world war. During those crucial years, Hindu nationalism seemed to uneasily oscillate between a conciliatory attitude towards the British, and a sympathy for the dictators. This is in fact far from surprising because - as will be shown - in those years, militant Hindu organisations were preparing and arming themselves to fight the so-called internal enemies, rather than the British.

More generally, the aim of this paper is to disprove Christophe Jaffrelot's thesis that there is a sharp distinction between nazi and fascist ideology on one side and RSS on the other as far as the concept of race and the centrality of the leader are concerned.^2

I. Hindu Nationalists and Italian Fascism

None of the works mentioned above, Jaffrelot's included, deals with what I consider a most important problem, namely, the existence of direct contacts between the representatives of the fascist regime, including Mussolini and Hindu nationalists. These contacts demonstrate that Hindu nationalism had much more than an abstract interest in the ideology and practice of fascism.

The interest of Indian Hindu nationalists in fascism and Mussolini must not be considered as dictated by an occasional curiosity, confined to a few individuals, rather, it should be considered as the culminating result of the attention that Hindu nationalists, especially in Maharashtra, focused on Italian dictatorship and its leader. To them, fascism appeared to be an example of conservative revolution. This concept was discussed at length by the Marathi press, right from the early phase of the Italian regime.

From 1924 to 1935 Kesari regularly published editorials and articles about Italy, fascism and Mussolini. What impressed the Marathi journalists was the socialist origin of fascism and the fact that the new regime seemed to have transformed Italy from a backward country to a first class power. Indians could not know, then, that, behind the demagogic rhetoric of the regime, there was very little substance.

Moreover, the Indian observers were convinced that fascism had restored order in a country previously upset by political tensions. In a series of editorials, Kesari described the passage from liberal government to dictatorship as a shift from anarchy to an orderly situation, where social struggles had no more reason to exist.^3 The Marathi newspaper gave considerable space to the political reforms carried out by Mussolini, in particular the substitution of the election of the members of parliament with their nomination (ibid, January 17, 1928) and the replacement of parliament itself with the Great Council of Fascism. Mussolini's idea was the opposite of that of democracy and it was expressed by the dictator's principle, according to which 'one man's government is more useful and more binding' for the nation than the democratic institutions (ibid, July 17, 1928).%4 Is all this not reminiscent of the principle of 'obedience to one leader' ('ek chalak anuvartitva') followed by the RSS?

Finally, a long article of August 13, 1929, 'Italy and the Young Generations', stated that the Italian young generation had succeeded the old one to lead the country. That had resulted in the 'fast ascent of Italy in every field'. The article went on to describe at length the organisation of the Italian society according to fascist models. The principal reasons of the discipline of the Italian youths were strong religious feelings, widespread among the population, attachment to the family, and the respect of traditional values: no divorce, no singles, no right to vote for women, whose only duty was to sit at home, by the fireplace. The article focused then on the fascist youth organisations, the Balilla and the Avanguardisti.

One may wonder how the Indian journalists could be so well informed about what was going on in Italy. Very possibly, among their sources there was a pamphlet in English, published by an Italian editor in 1928, entitled The Recent Laws for the Defence of the State (copy in NAI, Foreign and Political Department, 647G, 1927). Emphasised, right from the beginning, was the importance of the National Militia, defined as "the bodyguard of the revolution". The booklet continued with the description of the restrictive measures adopted by the regime: a ban on the "subversive parties", limitations to the press, expulsion of "disaffected persons" from public posts, and, finally, the death sentence.

Significantly, the shift from the liberal phase to fascism is described by the pamphlet in strikingly similar terms to those employed by the above-mentioned articles:

This step [the shift to fascism] has struck a death blow to the thread-bare theories of Italian liberalism, according to which the sovereign state must observe strict neutrality towards all political associations and parties. This theory explains why in Italy the ship of state was drifting before the wind, ready to sink in the vortex of social dissolution or to be wrecked on the rocks of financial disaster.

Another inspiring source of the literature published in Kesari must have been the work by D V Tahmankar, the correspondent of the Marathi newspaper from London and admirer of the Italian dictator. In 1927 Tahmankar published a book entitled Muslini ani Fashismo, (Mussolini and Fascism), a biography of the dictator, with several references to the organisation of the fascist state, to the fascist social system, to the fascist ideology, and to Italy's recent past. An entire chapter, the last, was devoted to description of fascist society and its institutions, especially the youth organisations.

One can easily come to the conclusion that, by the late 1920s, the fascist regime and Mussolini had considerable popularity in Maharashtra. The aspects of fascism which appealed most to Hindu nationalists were, of course, both the militarisation of society and what was seen as the real transformation of society, exemplified by the shift from chaos to order. The anti-democratic system was considered as a positive alternative to democracy which was seen as a typically British value.

Such literature made an implicit comparison between fascism and the Italian Risorgimento. The latter's influence on Indian nationalism, both moderate and radical, is well known.^5 However, whereas the Risorgimento appealed to both moderates and extremists, fascism appealed only to the radicals, who considered it as the continuation of the Risorgimento and a phase of the rational organisation of the state.

The first Hindu nationalist who came in contact with the fascist regime and its dictator was B S Moonje, a politician strictly related to the RSS. In fact, Moonje had been Hedgewar's mentor, the two men were related by an intimate friendship. Moonje's declared intention to strengthen the RSS and to extend it as a nationwide organisation is well known. Between February and March 1931, on his return from the round table conference, Moonje made a tour of Europe, which included a long stop-over in Italy. There he visited some important military schools and educational institutions. The highlight of the visit was the meeting with Mussolini. An interesting account of the trip and the meeting is given in Moonje's diary, and takes 13 pages (Nehru Memorial Museum and Library (NMML), Moonje papers, microfilm, m 1).^6

The Indian leader was in Rome during March 15 to 24, 1931. On March 19, in Rome, he visited, among others, the Military College, the Central Military School of Physical Education, the Fascist Academy of Physical Education, and, most important, the Balilla and Avanguardisti organisations. These two organisations, which he describes in more than two pages of his diary, were the keystone of the fascist system of indoctrination - rather than education - of the youths. Their structure is strikingly similar to that of the RSS. They recruited boys from the age of six, up to 18: the youths had to attend weekly meetings, where they practised physical exercises, received paramilitary training and performed drills and parades.

According to the literature promoted by the RSS and other Hindu fundamentalist organisations and parties, the structure of the RSS was the result of Hedgewar's vision and work. However Moonje played a crucial role in moulding the RSS along Italian (fascist) lines. The deep impression left on Moonje by the vision of the fascist organisation is confirmed by his diary:

The Balilla institutions and the conception of the whole organisation have appealed to me most, though there is still not discipline and organisation of high order. The whole idea is conceived by Mussolini for the military regeneration of Italy. Italians, by nature, appear ease-loving and non-martial like the Indians generally. They have cultivated, like Indians, the work of peace and neglected the cultivation of the art of war. Mussolini saw the essential weakness of his country and conceived the idea of the Balilla organisation...Nothing better could have been conceived for the military organisation of Italy...The idea of fascism vividly brings out the conception of unity amongst people...India and particularly Hindu India need some such institution for the military regeneration of the Hindus: so that the artificial distinction so much emphasised by the British of martial and non-martial classes amongst the Hindus may disappear. Our institution of Rashtriya Swayamsewak Sangh of Nagpur under Dr Hedgewar is of this kind, though quite independently conceived. I will spend the rest of my life in developing and extending this Institution of Dr Hedgewar all throughout the Maharashtra and other provinces.

He continues describing drills and uniforms:

I was charmed to see boys and girls well dressed in their naval and military uniforms undergoing simple exercises of physical training and forms of drill.

Definitely more meaningful is the report of the meeting with Mussolini. On the same day, March 19, 1931 at 3 pm, in Palazzo Venezia, the headquarters of the fascist government, he met the Italian dictator. The meeting is recorded in the diary on March 20, and it is worth reproducing the complete report.

...As soon as I was announced at the door, he got up and walked up to receive me. I shook hands with him saying that I am Dr Moonje. He knew everything about me and appeared to be closely following the events of the Indian struggle for freedom. He seemed to have great respect for Gandhi. He sat down in front of me on another chair in front of his table and was conversing with me for quite half an hour. He asked me about Gandhi and his movement and pointedly asked me a question "If the Round Table Conference will bring about peace between India and England". I said that if the British would honestly desire to give us equal status with other dominions of the Empire, we shall have no objection to remain peacefully and loyally within the Empire; otherwise the struggle will be renewed and continued. Britain will gain and be able to maintain her premier position amongst the European Nation (sic) if India is friendly and peaceful towards her and India cannot be so unless she is given Dominion Status on equal terms with other Dominions. Signor Mussolini appeared impressed by this remark of mine. Then he asked me if I have visited the University. I said I am interested in the military training of boys and have been visiting the Military Schools of England, France and Germany. I have now come to Italy for the same purpose and I am very grateful to say that the Foreign Office and the War Office have made good arrangements for my visiting these schools. I just saw this morning and afternoon the Balilla and the Fascist Organisations and I was much impressed. Italy needs them for her development and prosperity. I do not see anything objectionable though I have been frequently reading in the newspapers not very friendly criticisms about them and about your Excellency also. Signor Mussolini: What is your opinion about them? Dr Moonje: Your Excellency, I am much impressed. Every aspiring and growing Nation needs such organisations. India needs them most for her military regeneration. During the British Domination of the last 150 years Indians have been waved away from the military profession but India now desires to prepare herself for undertaking the responsibility for her own defence and I am working for it. I have already started an organisation of my own, conceived independently with similar objectives. I shall have no hesitation to raise my voice from the public platform both in India and England when occasion may arise in praise of your Balilla and Fascist organisations. I wish them good luck and every success. Signor Mussolini - who appeared very pleased - said - Thanks but yours is an uphill task. However I wish you every success in return. Saying this he got up and I also got up to take his leave.

The description of the Italian journey includes information regarding fascism, its history, the fascist 'revolution', etc, and continues for two more pages. One can wonder at the association between B S Moonje and the RSS, but if we think that Moonje had been Hedgewar' s mentor, the association will be much clearer.^7 The intimate friendship between Moonje and Hedgewar and the former's declared intention to strengthen the RSS and to extend it as a nationwide organisation prove a strict connection between Moonje and the RSS. Moreover, it makes sense to think that the entire circle of militant Hinduism must have been influenced by Moonje's Italian experience.

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jisungparker · 3 years ago

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i want a dude that still kiss me when he mad

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

song: dj khaled - do you mind

themes: fluff, smut (warnings below)

snippet: and to his credit, you did slowly find yourself taking advantage of your boyfriend’s selfless nature. but who wouldn’t? are you really to blame for becoming accustomed to a certain level of care? 4k

warnings: ddlg themes, pillow princess reader, angry soft dom chan, nipple play, frottage, finger sucking, cum eating, piv, subspace, pet names (baby, angel, princess, good girl, daddy) established relationship; college au

a/n: chan isn’t angry during sex, just before. also, i keep saying ‘college au’, it’s really just a non idol au.. but yes. anyways, it is i, your fave barb! lmk about any warnings i’ve missed!

after two wonderful years with chan, those around you have begun referring to you both as a model couple. from your lack of disagreement and tolerable pda, to your perfect balance of banter and affection, somewhere along the line, the two of you became the dating blue print. however, wonderful doesn’t mean perfection.

mistakes get made.

like tonight. when you make five.

the night started like many others. between work and studies, friends and family, you and chan maintain one weekly tradition: date night.

it can take many forms - grocery shopping before a coffee, or hiking a local trail. since he moved alone off campus during his senior year, you’ve become a semi permanent fixture in his apartment, often found together, napping or binging new shows. recently, chan has taken to showing up at your salsa lessons, stepping in as your partner in minho’s absence, before he whisked you away for tapas tuesday. some nights, you track him down in the campus library, arms full with snacks, energy drinks and a few choice words for his concerning study habits - it’s fun.

but tonight, date night takes its rarest form, though it is what is considered most traditional. chan picked you up at eight, took you to dinner at this mom and pop italian restaurant you both found a few weeks into dating. followed by some bar hopping, trying out a few places you and your friends have been meaning to try, but ultimately turned down in favour of the campus bar. so yeah, tonight was just your average, run of the mill date night before chan announces it’s nearing two am, his bright eyes rimmed a faint pink.

this is where you make your first mistake.

“let’s go home, yeah?” he mumbles, kissing your temple as he helps you with your coat.

it’s nippier than when you left, but your skin is still warm, buzzing from an evening of drinking and just being with him. holding your hand, he guides you out of the bar and onto the street.

“channie?” he turns with a smile, squeezing your hand a little when he sees you peering up at him. “i’m hot.”

“yeah, i know.”

giggling at his smirk, you bump him with your shoulder. “no, silly. i’m hot.”

stopping at a streetlight, he frowns at you, “but it’s cold out, baby.”

“it’s not that cold.”

“y/n-” he moves to cross when you let him go, removing your coat as the lights finally change. unthinking, though with a sigh, chan reaches for it, his hand closing around your winter coat before you both run across the street. “better?”

“mhm,” you hum, clinging to his hand once more. “just a bit hungry.”

that was your second mistake.

“you left half a lasagna at dinner!” he laughs, rubbing his palm down your cold, raised arm.

“but we were going out, i’d be too sleepy if i ate too much.”

“aw,” he hums, ignoring your logic. “you’d be sleepy?”

“yeah,” you nod, pouting at him. “can we get waffle house?”

“babe, it’s two am-”

“please, channie?” he sighs when you blink up at him, leaning your head on his shoulder, snuggling up to his side. “it won’t take long.”

eyeing his watch, he looks at you pointedly before looking down the street, weighing his options. he could, a, deal with a hungry, whiney y/n until you pass out from either hunger or exhaustion. or b, take you to waffle house and he himself pass out from exhaustion tomorrow. he knows which he’d prefer.

“come on,” he huffs, before speeding up with you in tow. “i think i see the sun coming up.”

“i think that’s the mcdonald’s arches.”

“you wanna go in there?” you shake your head immediately no, looking aghast. “forget i asked.”

halfway up a random path between chan’s place and campus, you make your third mistake.

“channie,” you sing, missing his sharp inhale, though he’s quick to respond when your ankle suddenly buckles. “how much further?”

“not long.” chan estimates before offering you a tight lipped smile.

“okay.” a second passes. “my feet hurt.”

“aw, do they?” he asks, taking a sudden turn. but not before giving the patent stilettos a pointed glare. “we’re close now. just hang on.”

“okay.” two seconds pass. “channie?”

“yes?”

“can you carry-”

“no.” he feels your eyes on him as he points out his dorm. you only recognise where you are when you turn onto his street, the winding turns making sense minutes too late. “let’s get you inside-”

“this isn’t waffle house.”

“i know that,” he laughs, but had you been even a unit more sober, you’d have noted the hints of exasperation. instead you just pout, watching him soften. “but you said your feet hurt.”

“but i’m hungry.”

“but your feet hurt, baby.”

“then carry me.”

“i said no.”

“why?” you huff, head tilting ever so slightly. unamused though apparently, very amusing. well, to chan at least. “what’s funny?”

“nothing,” you feel his hand tighten around yours, guiding you back towards the building as he politely dismisses you. “let’s get you to bed.”

“no, i want to go to waffle house.” turning away, you hear your all too obnoxious heels click and clack in their lonesome. you give it a second, then two, listening for the familiar sound of his sneakers scuffing the pavement a few steps behind. when it doesn’t come, you chance a look behind to find chan where you left him, at the front door. “i said i’m going to waffle house!”

“then go.”

“huh?”

chan has to laugh. in part because you’re clueless, but mostly because if he doesn’t laugh, he’ll scream.

“i said.. go.”

there’s a second where he thinks you’ve short circuited. he can’t help but find it endearing.

“chan.”

“y/n.”

“come!”

and there’s your fourth.

there’s a second where you think you might have lost before he stuffs his keys back in his pants pocket and strides over to you. you almost look proud of yourself as you turn toward the street. he finds it comical.

but then he grabs your wrist, spinning you. his name is halfway off your tongue when he brings you close, a firm hand on your neck, his thumb pressed to your pulse.

“i said,” he growls into your mouth. “go.”

chan isn’t even half way back to the door when he hears the satisfying click of your heels as you trail along behind him.

he made you take the stairs up.

opening his palm, he politely offered you way as his glare silently ordered you move. you’d think him evil if you didn’t know he regularly forwent the elevator. though you think his preference for this option this time around definitely came as a result of his mood.

you stagger into his apartment when he unlocks the door, leaning against the edge of his counter to peel off the mistake you could dub ‘ground zero’.

he’d told you not to wear those heels. he always did. because even on your most sober nights you would buckle, sometimes even fall. but on the worst, you’d do as you did tonight. you would ask him to carry you.

and he would. he always would.

and to his credit, you did slowly find yourself taking advantage of your boyfriend’s selfless nature. but who wouldn’t?

chan isn’t a yes man necessarily, but he did have a hard time saying no. especially to you. so are you really to blame for becoming accustomed to a certain level of care? not entirely. and you’re not alone in thinking that.

chan knows it too. especially now, when he enters his apartment, walks around you and heads for the fridge, struggling not to help you as you yourself struggle with the strap of your heel.

y/n’s an adult, he has to remind himself.

you had lived your whole life before meeting chan two years ago. he knows he can’t spend all his time waiting on you hand and foot. even if that’s what his body called him to do. like now, when you whine his name, your quiet call making him force himself to ignore you.

“chan?” he almost breaks when you sniffle, a slight shake surrounding his name. but he can’t forget how you spoke to him downstairs, that sharp tone drowning out the soft one you use now. chan never punishes you for anything because you never really do anything wrong. but that may be because you never really thought anything you did could ever truly anger him.

but you’ve already been wrong tonight.

so, with a gulp, you offer a meek, “i’m sorry.”

there’s a long pause before a sigh sounds behind the open refrigerator door, the first indication he heard you. the next is the six pack of eggs, loaf of bread and slab of butter he pulls out the fridge.

“two egg breakfast, yeah?” your brows knit at that, evidently confused. when your eyes find him though, his face is unreadable. so you just nod. then he walks over to you, a stern, yet soft look on his face as he says, “go get ready for bed, it’ll be done in a sec.”

“okay,” before you head for the bathroom, he pulls you in. with a firm yet gentle grip on your chin, chan guides your pouted lips to his, lingering for a moment before breathing-

“alright, go.”

when you return, adorning a random tshirt and socks, he doesn’t acknowledge you. not until he’s plating up with a bottle of a1 sauce in hand, does he look to you and ask, “water or juice?”

“water, please.”

and it’s done. two fried eggs, buttered toast and hash brown. it had been your order for as long as he’d known you, and years before that. chan knew it, and all its iterations, by heart: a side of bacon in the morning, a side of sausage at lunch, ham at dinner and nothing when the mood called for it. you think after you get past tonight’s disagreement, you’ll remind chan that your love for the southern diner is to thank for your meeting him.

you and jihyo had stumbled in there, drunk on a night out to find he and his two friends, elbow deep in some ham and eggs, working while they ate.

you didn’t know what would come from you interrupting the late night study session, his friend changbin amused by the sudden gleam in chan’s eye as you drunkenly asked for their a1 sauce. jisung cracked up as you thanked chan earnestly, holding his hand as you took the bottle, swearing you owed him for his help. even chan had to laugh as you gasped at his flippancy, before taking a few minutes to explain that a1 sauce was more than a condiment, but the pièce de résistance.

he’s kept it stocked ever since.

and yet, with all those memories, you feel a little lost now. you try to clean up but he almost glares at you, piling all the plates and pans in the sink, his back turned as you hover behind him, your skin a little warm from the hot food and a healthy serving of shame.

that’s it. you feel embarrassed.

before now, you couldn’t really put a name to it. but as you brush your teeth, chan stood at your side, you can’t make yourself meet his eye. you can feel him watching you, his anger seeping out of him with every passing second, more so as he notes your growing discomfort. when he disappears to the bedroom shortly before you, unknowingly taking the tension with him, you sigh in relief because for the first time since meeting chan, you don’t know how to be around him. and it’s not fear that drives it, but this new found shame, disappointment even. it’s the fact you’ve made it this way and for lack of experience, you’re unsure how to fix it.

you think chan sees this when you finally enter, hovering by the bedroom door, your head a little low. he can’t say he enjoys it, not a single bit. he knows you’re sorry, he knows it’s unlikely to happen again. but he also knows it’s necessary, to give you a small taste of discipline. a small taste of punishment.

so when you climb into bed, keeping to your side, he decides you’ve had enough. with a huff, he turns to you, reaching out for you before he drags your body from the opposite side of the bed and into his chest. he hates how you don’t melt against him right away like you usually do, not until he kisses your shoulder, letting his lips linger before calling for you.

“baby?” when you hum, he breathes, “do you know why i’m mad?” when you nod, he guides you on your back. hovering above you, he drags his thumb along your jaw. “why am i mad?”

“because i was bad.”

“how?”

“um-” you consider playing dumb, but chan is throwing you a bone and you’ll be damned if you don’t fetch. “i didn’t listen to you.” he raises his eyebrow, still stroking your jaw, coaxing more words from you. “i didn’t keep my coat on, and i chose my stripper heels-” you almost smile when he laughs, until he stops, catching himself. “and i tried to make you carry me.”

“and?”

“and-” you look around the room in confusion before looking back at him. “i don’t know what else.”

“waffle house?” you feel a bubble of defiance crawl its way up your throat. but you also see a stoniness in his eye you’re not totally prepared to challenge. “would i ever let you go hungry?”

“no.”

“have i ever not taken care of you?”

“no.”

“so did you have to shout at me?”

the answer is easy. the answer is no. you’ve practiced it twice in the last few seconds alone. so why is it now, as he stares down at you, taking you in like his moon and stars, that you suddenly can’t apologise for being a complete brat to the literal sun?

“look at me,” he whispers, guiding your eyes back to him. “answer me. did you have to shout?”

“no, channie.”

“that’s right,” he nods, smiling softly, lifting his thumb to your cheek. “and it’s not like you, is it baby?”

“no.”

“no,” he affirms, shaking his head. “so it won’t happen again, will it?”

“no, channie.”

“swear?” he asks, sliding his pinky into yours.

“swear,” you nod, smiling properly for the first time in what feels like hours. it almost knocks him out when he realises its absence was in part his doing. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay,” he whispers against your cheek, kissing the warm skin over and over. “i’m sorry i ignored you, baby. i know you didn’t like it,” the apology surprises you but you just hum in quiet acceptance of it. yes, because you appreciate it, but mostly because it’s hard not to at the feel of his tongue on your neck, gliding up the length of your throat, his teeth catching the skin beneath your jaw. “you forgive me, princess?”

“uh-huh,” with a tut, he pulls away. his thumb tugging on your lip, freeing it from your teeth.

“i wanna hear you.”

“i forgive you, chan.”

“thank you, angel.” his thanks comes with a slow, purposeful drag of his hips over yours. the weight of his gratefulness pressed to your heat as he holds your gaze, smirking when your lips part, a short whimper fanning his. “you okay?”

“yes.” your jaw hangs when he rolls his hips again, his eyes following the way you suck on your lip, remembering his instruction seconds after. with another, you whine aloud, his dick lined perfectly with your clothed core. “chan.”

“hm?” his fingers gather your shirt, the fabric bunching up as he pulls it up your chest. he gives slow licks to your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. he hums as you whine, laughing when you search for his hand, guiding it to your soaked panties. “what do you need?”

“i need more.”

“more?” when he sees your pout, he frowns. “am i being too mean?” he nods along with you, sighing a soft, “sorry, angel,” before letting his lips drop back to your chest, rolling the hard nub between his teeth. chan moans against you when you scratch his scalp, finding leverage in his short mess of curls. “is this what you need?”

“m-more.”

“more?” the question fans your slick nipple, a hand finally making its way to your hip, pinching the waistband of your panties. “more what?”

“i-” you feel dumb, not being able to say it. watching his lips pull into a smirk before the words unstick from your throat. “i need you.”

“oh.” only now does he feel awfully mean, especially at how your eyes glow when they find his, your fingers leaving his hair and stroking down to his cheeks. “you need me?”

“yes, channie.” he nods with you. “please.”

“you don’t have to beg,” finally dragging your panties down, he watches them unstick from your soaked core. “channie’s yours, okay?”

“channie’s mine?” you repeat, feeling his cheeks warm up beneath your palms. “all mine.”

“all yours,” he whispers into your mouth, releasing his throbbing length, watching your eyes water as he slowly pumps himself. he rubs a slow line up your dripping heat, watching your eyes squeeze shut. he rubs his tip on your clit, biting his lip as your jaw drops, watery eyes finding his dark pair, holding him. “where’d you go, baby?”

“nowhere,” smiling when he drops his lips to yours, you add- “just wanna be here with you.”

“yeah?” when chan presses forward, he lets his length miss your entrance, the underside rubs a rough line over your clit, making you hiss as you cling to his arms. “gonna stay here with me?”

“mm,” kneeling, he pulls at your hips, spreading your thighs either side of him. he rubs himself over your heat, letting his dick slide on your clit, your essence spreading all over his heavy length. “i think- channie, i-”

“you close?” the surprise in his ask makes you scowl. his hips slowing as a nervous, though smug laugh leaves him. “it’s okay if you are-”

“no,” your denial has his brow raising, though he continues, slowly fucking your mound. “i just want you properly.”

“ah,” understanding, he nods as you let your head fall back, letting him play with you some more. his hands close firmly around your waist, pulling you further onto his lap, his precum leaking, spilling over your mound, down to your belly. with a tut, he scolds, “i’m making a mess,” he slows, bringing a thumb to your abdomen, gathering his early release before raising it to your lips. “open up, baby.” when you suck the digit into your mouth, he groans when you swirl your tongue around, leaning down to suck the muscle into his mouth. “you ready?”

“yeah,” with a final kiss, and his eyes still on yours, chan guides his dick to your entrance, pressing slowly into your tight heat. “ngh-”

“too much?” he stops before you shake your head quickly, eyes squeezed shut, jaw shut tight. “gonna let channie stretch you out?” when you nod, he continues, a long slow press as he gradually bottoms out. “that’s it, such a good girl.”

“baby’s good,” you sigh, panting as he slowly pulls out, dragging his heavy girth along every crevice. with a slow push, his tip nudging your soft spot, he smiles when you whimper, calling weakly for him- “daddy.”

“daddy’s here,” he affirms, beaming proudly. he drops his head to your shoulder, kissing along your collar bone, humming over and over as you hold him limply- “i’m here, daddy’s here.” he watches your eyes close, brows knitting as he rolls his hips tightly into your soft spot, feeling it harden with every press. he feels you tighten around him, your strength returning as you return to him, clinging to him as he fucks harder into you. “baby?”

“channie- i’m gonna-”

“it’s okay,” he grunts, pressing a final kiss to your lips before kneeling once more, dragging you by your hips to his crotch. bringing his thumb to your clit, he rubs sloppy circles on the bud, watching your back arch as he offers firm thrusts into you. he feels you tighten, your walls closing around him, making his hips snap harder, drawing short, garbled moans from you as he pushes you closer to the edge. “it’s okay little one, s’okay, come for me, come for daddy.”

“for daddy-” he watches the way your face contorts, his name lodged in the base of your throat as he rubs incessantly on your clit. with a few more thrusts, chan watches you convulse weakly, your walls milking him before your release pours out over his length, his movement growing sloppy and strained. he collapses into you as your breaths even, letting his arms cage you in as he gives all his strength over to chasing his release. you wince beneath him, watching him groan above you. that’s when he feels it, the slight sensation of rising hips, slow tired grinds up toward his length. his eyes fall to where he disappears within you, his eyes following your lazy, untimed hips. he looks back at you, to find your tired smiling eyes looking up at him. “for daddy..”

a slow grin takes his lips, beads of sweat wetting your forehead as he presses his to it. “my sweet girl.. done so good and you’re still worried about me?” biting his lip, chan rests an open palm on your hip. “let daddy do it, okay?”

pushing his hair out of his eyes, you watch him reveal his slick cock, heavy with cum, before he rests it atop your mound. he watches you watch him, how you chew your lip, eyes hooded as he pumps himself. your fingers glide up the veins on his forearm, your other hand still in his hair. when he fucks his closed fist, he grunts, forcing your eyes up to find him watching you, his hips stuttering when you gaze up at him, humming-

“good daddy.”

his cum paints your abdomen, mingling with his earlier mess. creamy stripes spurt out over you, warming your skin as he rests his forehead back on yours. he milks himself completely before he stops, eyes still holding yours.

you both stay like this for a moment, your nails scratching along his nape as he strokes your thigh, dragging his lips along the tops of your cheeks before he laughs suddenly, deep and loud.

“what?” you ask, smiling equally as wide.

kneeling, he removes your shirt completely, using it to wipe you clean. when he’s done, he throws it aside, smirking. “‘good daddy’?”

“shut up.” with a whine, you pull him back down, making him cuddle you. “it just came out.”

“it’s okay,” chan assures, kissing your neck. “i like being a good daddy.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“what about the best daddy?”

“try moan it, so i can imagine it.”

“fuck you.”

chan doesn’t laugh like you expect him to.

no, instead, he gives you a hard look, his warm eyes darkening.

uh oh, you think.

there’s number five.

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miraculous786 · 5 years ago

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A prompt with Alya Redemption. After one lie too many Alya or her family gets hurt by Lila’s actions. No bashing anyone, but Lila salt is encouraged (incident in not Akuma related(

Masterlist

You Were To Babysit, Not Abandon

"Thanks again for this, Lila."

"Oh, it's no problem!" the Italian enthused, bright smile on her face. "It's just a shame that Marinette couldn't babysit your little angels."

"Whoa, dude! Might not wanna be calling them that!" Nino chuckled.

Alya shrugged. "Yeah, well, my girl had a commission she needed to work on for a big client. I don't blame her for not wanting any distractions."

"But...don't you think that, well- I don't know...she should make time for you? Shouldn't Marinette want you two to be happy on one of your dates?"

The reporter rose a brow, before gaining a more stern expression. "Hey, don't say that about my best friend. She already does so much for our whole class for free. She deserves a break from our needs every once in a while."

There was a flash of surprise and something akin to a snarl from the brunette, yet it went as soon as it had appeared. "Oh, of course! Silly me! It's just that one of my cousins from Italy, the one that was the daughter of a famous pianist, always offered to look after her family-friends when their parents weren't home. I guess I just expected all good friends to do the same."

She shrugged, apparent guilt on her features, making Alya laugh slightly and rush to assure, "It's fine, Lila. Trust me. Anyway, we better get going now. We don't wanna be late for our reservation. Be sure to keep Ella and Etta safe! They can get into so much mischief sometimes."

"They won't be any trouble," the teen brushed off. "Have fun, bestie!"

Nino rose a brow at the nickname, but nonetheless waved with his girlfriend as they walked out. The door slammed shut behind them, causing a slow grin to stretch across Lila's cheeks.

"Well, isn't this perfect!" she exclaimed with a clap of the hands, turning to the curious kids nearby. "How about we go visit the park to pass some time?"

~*~*~

"Lila! Lila!"

Said person fought off the urge to snap at the twins in her care, and instead replied in a sugar-sweet tone, "Yes?"

"Can we go on the carousel?"

"Pretty please?"

She glanced to the side, catching sight of the functioning ride. On it were a few children - a notable one being Manon - who were screaming excitedly at their parents nearby.

"Of course you can!" the girl allowed, whilst pressing a finger to Ella's nose in a playful manner. "Go on for as long as you want! I'll be right here."

They cheered with their arms in the air together, then proceeded to run off, giggles trailing behind them.

"Finally..." she scoffed beneath her breath. "How does that Mari-Brat deal with them when they never shut up? 'Angels'? More like devils if you ask me. No wonder they were akumatized into them."

Lila stood up from the bench she was sat at. Her head twisted to the scene at the other end of the park, and her legs soon brought her over to it at a fast pace.

There, set up in a way so as to not disturb anyone in the vicinity, was a photoshoot. Cameras of all sorts were pointing in the direction of a fountain, where a blond boy with emerald eyes was posing.

She smirked. Her gaze scanned over both him and the photographer close by. Thoughts of how she herself could be added in to the taken pictures flooded her mind, until she heard an accented voice speak.

"And that's a wrap for now! We'll have a half hour break and carry on after."

Adrien sighed in relief. He faced the woman to his far left and questioned, "Nathalie, is it okay if I have lunch now? I'll stay in the park."

"Yes you may, Adrien," his father's assistant droned. He didn't catch the way she snuck a peek to Lila, nor how a glint of something sinister shone on her glasses. "I have some business to attend to."

"Thank you, Nathalie!" he enthused, before suddenly gaining a pained look when gazing to where the Italian nearby was. "H-Hey Lila, how's it going?"

"Oh, I'm doing great, Adrien. Thank you so much for asking," Lila answered, coming forward to grab hold of his arm to further show her gratitude. However, she was halted by Nathalie opening her mouth to talk.

"Miss Rossi, if you would come with me, please. We have very important matters to discuss on the terms of your modelling contract."

"Of course!" she agreed - her smile only getting wider when she gazed upon the limousine that the female was gesturing to. She strolled over with her head held high, then entered with one last victorious smirk.

The only person to see it was Adrien, who narrowed his eyes.

~*~*~

"Excuse me?"

Adrien jumped. He turned to the source of the two voices that had called in unison, only to see a pair of familiar siblings.

"Ella? Etta? What are you guys doing out here by yourselves?"

Ella sniffled, rubbing her nose. "Alya's friend isn't here and she said she would be. We don't really know this park good. Can you help us please?"

"Please?"

The model rose an eyebrow. "But Marinette doesn't even live around here," he pondered aloud. "And she's responsible enough to not leave kids on their own. Are you sure she's not around?"

"No, Marinette isn't babysitting us. Lila is."

He grit his teeth. His fists clenched. "She's on her way to my father's mansion right now. It'll take at least fifteen minutes to walk back to Alya's," he revealed, tone laced with underlying anger. "I can't let you go by yourself, you're too young."

Etta's lip wobbled. "B-But how are we going to get home?"

After a moment, he pulled out the phone from his pocket. "Don't you girls worry yourselves. I have the perfect person to call."

~*~*~

"Hey, Alya? Are, are you okay?"

The reporter hummed with a serene smile, though Marinette couldn't help but furrow her brows at it. It was suspicious in her eyes, to say the least. The corners of her friend's mouth were slightly up, in a way that suggested that she was both happy and angered at the same time.

"If you say so, I guess..."

Alya turned her head to the baker. "Sorry, girl. It's just that, well...something happened yesterday that's had me worried for a while."

"Oh, gosh! Was it something bad?" Marinette quizzed, concern overtaking her. "Did someone get hurt?"

She chuckled dryly. "I guess you could say that they almost did."

Before the bluenette could say another word, the door to the classroom opened up, revealing a figure adorning an orange jacket. Their demeanour radiated pride and confidence, as they strut to the desks that the two best friends were at.

"Hey, bestie!" the newcomer greeted, ignoring Marinette who was sat with a subtly disgusted expression. "It's great to see you! I wanted to just tell you that I have a new exclusive for your blog if you want to record it after school today. It's about my job as a model for Gabriel Agreste, which I'm sure your fans will love."

"That's great to hear, Lila," Alya praised. "It's a shame that I have to go straight home after school. I am grounded, after all. I guess that means that I can't interview you or anything."

A flash of resentment shone in her green eyes. With a blinding smile, she spoke, "Oh, I'm sure your parents can un-ground you if you just tell them the situation. What you done couldn't have been that bad."

No one noticed how Adrien smirked from his seat.

Since everyone was focused on how Alya's smile disappeared in an instant, and was instead replaced by a look that screamed danger.

However, it seemed that Lila didn't catch on. At least not until the teen spoke up again.

"What I did was very bad, I assure you," she drawled, standing up from her table. "I trusted you, out of all people, to look after my sisters."

The Italian reared back. False tears pricked at her eyes. "W-What? What are you talking about? I thought Marinette was the one who did that, doesn't she?"

"Hey! I'll have you know that Uncle Jagged commissioned-"

Alya slammed her hands on the desk in front, making most in the room flinch. "Lila, I specifically told you to stay at home with Ella and Etta until me and Nino came back - not bring them to a park to play."

"I don't know what you're talkin-"

"You were supposed to babysit them! Not abandon them in a place where they could have been in danger or kidnapped if Adrien wasn't there to tell me where they were!"

"A-Adrien did? But-?"

Lila faced the blond, only to see him grinning in amusement.

"He, he must have made a mistake! I didn't leave them on the carousel at all! I just-"

"First of all, I didn't even mention a carousel," Alya started, finger held up for her to pause. "And second, I'm done with this conversation. I'm afraid that we can't really be friends if you lie so easily to me to get out of the consequences of endangering children."

Marinette gazed with a look that could best be described as awe at Alya. She watched with a sense of delight as Lila flickered her eyes back and forth, before deciding to humph with a flick of the hair and make her way up the stairs beside them.

"...So that was why you were in such a mood earlier."

~*~*~

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#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #alya sugar #adrien agreste #no adrien salt #adrien sugar #Nino lahiffe #lila rossi #lila salt #Lila sucks #ml salt #ml sugar #ella cesaire #etta cesaire

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I'm so interested in your reader model y/n ❤️❤️❤️ please, when you can do a blurb talking more about her life 🥺

oww thank you lovie🥺🥺 honestly, when it comes to blurbs I like to do them when is related to both Harry & Model Y/N BUT I prepared some facts about her for you since you're interested. Hope you like it and thank you for the love, I really appreciate it🥰🥰

50 Facts about Model Y/N that you probably didn't know.

Her face claim is Devon Lee Carlson BUT I always like to make it clear that you’re free to imagine her as whoever you want and whoever will make you feel comfortable

Model Y/N was born on May 12th, 1997 so she’s 23 years old. I choose this date because it's my birthday as well and besides Harry’s birthday, it is the only birth date that I can remember since I ALWAYS forget everybody’s birthday.

She’s a brazilian. She was born on a brazilian state called Minas Gerais that makes border with Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo.

Besides her first language being Portuguese(pt-br), she can also speaks english, spanish and french.

Her zodiac sign is a Taurus and her rising is cancer.

She’s closer to her mother than she is to her father. They don’t have a good relationship.

She subscribed herself online on modeling agencies in August of her senior year.

She went to New York City on September and signed with IMG models in which is also the modeling agency of Giselle Bündchen, Kate Moss, Gigi & Bella Hadid, Joan Smalls, Karlie Kloss, Ashley Graham, Barbara Palvin, Miranda Kerr, Hailey BIeber, Cara Delavigne, etc.

Model Y/N’s modeling informations are: Height: 5′8(172cm). Bust: 32 Waist: 23 Hips: 35

She considers herself a geek.

Her first fashion show ever for a really big brand was for Balmain by early 2015.

The Balmain fashion show was also where she met Gigi and Bella.

She considers the beggining of her career one of the most difficult moments of her life. She was in a new country by herself. She didn’t received much money on modeling yet and she used to pay rent, which in NYC is very expensive. She had to save money most of the time, so when her first Paris Fashion Week came, she stayed in an Inn and didn’t do any tourism through Paris because she simply couldn’t afford it.

Model Y/N bought her New York apartment on early 2017 when she was 19.

Her favorite country to visit ever is Italy.

Model Y/N auditionated for Victoria Secrets on both 2015 & 2016 but only was accepted in 2017 when she walked for the first time and met Harry as well.

Model Y/N actually met two 1D members before meeting Harry.

The first One Direction member that Model Y/N met was Zain by the end of 2015 when he started dating Gigi.

The secong member was Liam back in 2016 when she was in London for fashion week.

Model Y/N celebrated her 23rd birthday on quarantine when she and Harry were in lockdown with their friends in LA.

Model Y/N ADORES Lizzo btw and Lizzo sent to her bday balloons on her bday that said "100% that birthday b!tch".

Model Y/N prefers New York over Los Angeles.

She believes that one of the most inspirational people in her life is Harry, because she always get inspired by him and she really values his opinion.

Her fashion icon is Rachel Green from Friends.

She is TERRIFIED of dolls. It’s more like a phobia. Just the simple thought of it is enough to cause chills on her.

She is obssessed over MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe), from Avengers to Fantastic 4. If you want to talk about MCU with someone who knows A LOT about it, Model Y/N is your girl.

She is also a Potterhead and she is a Gryffindor, confirmed by the Pottermore sorting hat quizz.

She is scared of Twitter and doesn’t have a personal one. The one twitter that she ‘’has’’ is controlled by her manager and she doesn’t even has access to it.

The best advice she ever received came from a night out in London with Anne, Gemma and her mother that is: Be educated. Work Hard and always stay true to yourself.

Her spirit animal is a horse.

Her favorite disney movie is either Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast and Pocahontas.

Model Y/N is a supporter of humans rights and considers it extremely important to have those conversations and stand for what is right.

Model Y/N has starred at a Vogue US September cover. The September issue is the most important one from Vogue.

Model Y/N never went to college but she was planning to study criminal psychology.

Her favorite Harry Styles song yet is Sweet Creature.

Her favorite 1D song is They don’t know about us.

She is a huge Game of Thrones fan and had a major startruck moment when she met Emilia Clarke in the backstage of The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon in 2019.

Her favorite books ever are Call me by your name BY André Aciman and a very famous novel called Dom Casmurro by a brazilian author called Machado de Assis.

Her favorite decade aesthetic is the 70s.

On quarantine, Model Y/N focused on things that she has wanted to learn but didn’t had time so she started studying italian and learned how to play piano.

She's a huge American Horror Story & The Hautings series fan and that's why she has a celebrity crush for Evan Peters & Victoria Pedretti.

Her favorite season is Fall but her favorite holiday is christmas.

She only had one serious relationship before Harry that lasted between 2015-early 2017.

Her dream trip is Amsterdam.

She doesn’t drink alcohol.

She walked as the Chanel Bride in 2019 Fashion Week.

Model Y/N says that if she ever has a daughter, she’d like to name her Blair.

She's an art lover. She believes that a world without movies, paiting, music and all the others types of art would be really boring.

That's why she loves musical movies and still knows the lyrics from every High School Musical and Camp Rock song.

She doesn't have a favorite movie from all times but The Mask of Zorro is for sure one of them.

Model Y/N would love to act in the future and she looks foward to trying it one day.

#hwrryscherry #HARRYxMODELY/N #harryxmodely/n #harry styles imagines #harry x reader #harry styles au

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On August 19th 1560 James Crichton “The Admirable Crichton”, scholar, soldier and adventurer was born.

Always one of my favourite wee tales, James Crichton was the original ‘Admirable Crichton’ and reputed to be one of the most gifted individuals of the 16th Century. He achieved the major portion of his fame through his extraordinary accomplishments in languages, the arts, and sciences, primarily in Italy, but some of his exploits are likely to be more legendary than true. Nevertheless, if half be true; a star he was. He had a good start in life, being the son of the Lord Advocate of Scotland and a descendant of the Royal line of Stewart.

He was undoubtedly an unusually gifted prodigy and was noted for his mental prowess. Crichton was said to have had the gift of perfect recall and to have displayed amazing erudition and powers of memory in public disputations. Of course, like any legendary figure, he had amazing physical capabilities and admirable good looks. Well, good looks are relative; let’s say his contemporaries so thought – and he was better looking than most Stewarts, particularly James VI with whom he shared a tutor.

It is said that by the age of twenty, Crichton could speak ten or twelve languages in each of which he was not only fluent, but could also hold forth in verse and prose. Those social graces meant he was considered the very model of a cultured gentleman. The list of his accomplishments is a long one and includes: adventurer; athlete; debater; fencer; horseman; linguist; man of letters; musician; orator; poet; singer; soldier; scholar; and swordsman – although his admirers probably exaggerated. His languages are listed as: Hebrew; Syriac; Arabic; Greek; Latin; Spanish; French; English; Italian; Dutch; and Flemish or Selavonic; to which we must add at least a Scottish dialect.

James Crichton was born at Eliock House in Dumfries or James Crichton was born in Nithsdale or James Crichton was born in Clunie Castle, Perthshire – take your pick; the sources differ. His family, who was from Nithsdale, moved into Clunie Castle in 1562, so that suggests to me that it’s most likely James was born in Nithsdale. He certainly spent his boyhood at Clunie. Although he apparently went to a school in Dunkeld and had some schooling in Perth, what is certain is that he was educated at St Salvator’s College, in St Andrews, by the noted poet and scholar, George Buchanan, tutor to King James VI. Remarkably, Crichton took his B. A. in 1574 and his M. A. in 1575, at the ages of just thirteen and fourteen respectively.

After University, he left Scotland for the Continent and spent two years in the army of Henry III of France. By 1579, he had pitched up in Italy, where he went on to achieve fame. He initially attracted attention by his scholarly accomplishments, fluency in classical and modern languages, and his undoubted, personal charm, despite having arrived in Genoa in a destitute condition. Orator and polymath that he was, in 1579 he delivered an elaborate Latin oration before the Senate in Genoa. The following year, he went to Venice, where he introduced himself to Aldus Manutius, and challenged all scholars to ‘learned disputations’ – that means to test his knowledge. Then famously in Padua, in 1581, he is said to have overcome the scholars there in a similar debate of three days duration, which took place in the Church of St. John and St. Paul.

He appears to have been something like a vastly conceited Mastermind winner who travelled around Italy, earning his board and lodgings by challenging all comers in tests of knowledge. However extraordinary his achievements sound, there is evidence concerning Crichton’s taunt to the learned men of Italy. Crichton’s oration before the scholars of Genoa is evidenced by a Latin address to the Doge and Senate entitled ‘Oratio J. Critonii Scoti pro Moderatorum Genuensis Reipubl electione coram Senatu habita’ and printed there in 1579. In addition, two copies of the hand-bill describing Crichton’s marvelous knowledge, printed at the Guerra press of the brothers Domenico in Venice, in 1580, can be seen in the British Museum. The hand-bill sports a short biography and an extravagant eulogy of Crichton’s powers. It states that Crichton speaks ten languages and has a command of philosophy, theology, and mathematics. It goes on to say that “[Crichton] improvises Latin verses in all metres and on all subjects [and] has all Aristotle and his commentators at his fingers’ ends.” A final flourish avows that “he is of most beautiful appearance; a soldier from top to toe.”

This tribute is attributed to Crichton’s friend Aldus Manutius, as it was reprinted several times under Aldus’s name as ‘Relatione della qualità di… Crettone’. However, the sceptical might say that the text was nothing other than 16th Century ‘spin’ by Crichton’s mate and publicist in order to attract an audience for his challenge.

Nevertheless, Joseph Justus Scaliger, the famous Continental scholar, described Crichton in ‘Prima Scaligerana’ as a youth of “very wonderful genius”, but qualified his statement by adding that he was “more worthy of admiration than esteem.” Scaliger was very astute. He once went to England and confessed that he did not like the people, but curiously, he drew a distinction between the English and the Scots, viewing the latter more favourably and according hearty praise to Scottish ballads.

Crichton’s death occurred in a rather more uncouth manner than the course of his life as it is generally believed that he died at the age of twenty-one in a street brawl in Mantua on the 3rd of July, 1582. One of his own pupils, the son of the Duke of Mantua, was either directly or indirectly responsible for the ‘assassination’. Whether or not he or the son or both were drunk, the unfortunate outcome hasn’t seemed to have damaged his reputation.

Crichton’s status comes largely from an enthusiastic account of his life and exploits, which was written by his 17th Century biographer, Sir Thomas Urquhart. Published in 1652, that book was called ‘The Discoveryie of a Most Exquisite Jewel’. However, it was in John Johnston’s ‘Heroes Scoti’ of 1603, that Crichton was first given the epithet ‘the Admirable Crichton’. His fame is also due to the extravagant praise given him by Aldus Manutius. Needless to say, such a man is also the subject of several novels, not least J. M. Barrie’s 1902 novel about the perfect butler.

The second pic is the blue plaque commemorating Crichton in St Andrews St Salvator’s College.

#Scotland #scottish #character #swordsman #tutor #scholar #history

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kingstylesdaily · 4 years ago

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EXCLUSIVE: Gucci to Show New Collection Through Film Series

Alessandro Michele and Gus Van Sant codirected seven episodes running Nov. 16 to 22 during digital fashion and film festival GucciFest, and featuring friends of the house including Billie Eilish and Harry Styles.

MILAN — Alessandro Michele is not moving to Hollywood, but he’s clearly embraced cinematography.

Gucci’s creative director will present the new course of the brand through a seven-part film series he has codirected with Gus Van Sant.

Gucci’s upcoming collection will appear throughout seven episodes running from Nov. 16 to 22, screened during a new digital fashion and film festival called GucciFest. The collection and the series are dubbed “Ouverture of Something That Never Ended.”

The films were shot in Rome and feature actress and artist Silvia Calderoni “in a surreal daily routine across the city,” according to Gucci, and encountering a number of friends of the house, each wearing garments from the new collection. These include Spanish writer Paul B. Preciado; Italian art critic Achille Bonito Oliva; Grammy Award winner Billie Eilish; artist and fine-jewelry designer Darius Khonsary; Chinese singer and actor Lu Han, who has fronted Gucci ads; American actor and playwright Jeremy O. Harris; artist Ariana Papademetropoulos; singer Arlo Parks; singer Harry Styles, who has also fronted Gucci ads; German choreographer and dancer Sasha Waltz, and singer Florence Welch.

In January 2019, during Milan Fashion Week, Gucci held an impactful performance by the androgynous Calderoni at the Gucci Hub instead of a men’s fashion show. The 90-minute “Motus MDLSX” play was a manifesto about gender fluidity and the journey in affirming one’s own identity, transcending labels imposed by society, mixing a monologue with a DJ and VJ set.

The seven episodes this month will be released daily through the course of the festival as an exclusive broadcast on YouTube Fashion, Weibo, Gucci YouTube, and embedded on the dedicated site GucciFest.com, gradually revealing the new collection day by day until Nov. 22.

At the same time, GucciFest will be screening fashion films celebrating the works of 15 independent and emerging young designers selected and supported by Michele: Ahluwalia, Shanel Campbell, Stefan Cooke, Cormio, Charles De Vilmorin, JordanLuca, Mowalola, Yueqi Qi, Rave Review, Gui Rosa, Rui, Bianca Saunders, Collina Strada, Boramy Viguier and Gareth Wrighton. The designers will be able to showcase their collections across the digital platforms of the GucciFest.

Last month the Italian fashion company teased the new collaboration with Van Sant by posting on Instagram drawings by him with a cryptic caption, “Impressions of Rome,” and the hashtag #GucciOuverture, as well as a Polaroid by Paige Powell of Van Sant and Michele.

Michele in May with his manifesto “Notes from the Silence” revealed he was crafting a new course for the brand, abandoning what he has called “the worn-out ritual of seasonalities and shows to regain a new cadence, closer to my expressive call. We will meet just twice a year, to share the chapters of a new story.”

Conceiving new names for the collections and inspired by the music world, Michele in July presented what would have traditionally been called a cruise collection and that was dubbed “Epilogue,” worn by the team from his office instead of models in a project that included a 12-hour livestream.

Gucci skipped Milan Fashion Week last month.

The collaboration with Van Sant is in sync with Michele’s own sensibility. The American film director, screenwriter, painter, photographer and musician is a champion of diversity and inclusion and has typically dealt with the issue of marginalization and in particular of homosexuality.

His feature-length directorial debut came with the film “Mala Noche” in 1985, followed by “Drugstore Cowboy” in 1989. For “Good Will Hunting” in 1997 and 2008’s “Milk,” based on the life of gay rights activist and politician Harvey Milk, Van Sant was nominated for the Academy Award for best director and both films received Best Picture nominations.

source: wwd.com

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etoileholland · 4 years ago

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I’m not half the man I used to be

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Warnings: alcohol and drinking, a wee bit of angst with a fluffy ending

Word count: 4.4k

Summary: in the span of two years, you and Tom went from being inseparable, to him being someone you heavily detested. What happens when one drunken night rolls around and he wants to reconcile?

A/N: this is a piece that I wrote for @spider-pxrkers writing challenge, which is the first ever one I’ve participated in! The flashbacks are in « » and the writing prompt I used, which is “say something, please, say anything” is bolded and italicised.

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“Listen, I know I haven’t been the best, b-but I need you. More than ever.” He slurred into the phone, while you just sighed on the other end.

Tom was right in the middle of going through his very public heartbreak, which ultimately resulted in him frequenting a lot of pubs. He usually went alone, but the paparazzi photos proved that someone always had to come and rescue him. His usual saviour was Harrison, but tonight it would be you who would be called to save him.

He was right though, he hadn’t been the best to you. You two had a long history, and it was quite messy.

Two years had passed since you’ve spoken to him, and you knew he was only calling you because he needed the attention.

Two years prior to hating Tom, you were in love with him. You remember the fallout, all too well.

« You and Tom had spent the whole day together at his trailer, on his day off from filming. You were cuddled up watching a movie together, your chest touching his back, his arm around your waist.

You two were more than friends, but when the public asked about the both of you, he always shrugged it off as a friendship. You both knew that he wasn’t exactly telling the truth, but it was for the best so that you could still keep some anonymity.

As the both of you lay there perfectly content, he heard a knocking at his trailer door. He didn’t bother to get up, ignoring whoever was on the other side of the door.

“It’s probably just Harrison, he’ll get the hint soon enough.” He remarked.

The knocks on the door became a bit more frequent and urgent. You looked up at Tom, wondering if he was gonna do something. Before you could say anything, a voice from outside said, “Tommy, are you there?”

It was a voice you had recognized instantly; it was of his costar, who was acting alongside him in the film.

“Baby, it’s cold out here, please let me in.” She said.

“Baby?” You asked, watching his face contort into a frown. He ignored your comment, quickly untangling himself from you as he went to open the door. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You sat there, confused, the shock written all over your face.

Sure, she and Tom were friends, and you knew they were close, but he didn’t let you in on a pertinent piece of information--that they were actually dating. It was something that you had suspected, but he always seemed to reassure you that he was yours and yours only. Now, you realised that was untrue.

As they pulled away from their long kiss, Tom turned around to look at you. He looked guilty, but she stood there with a slight smirk on her face.

“Tommy, I’m guessing you didn’t break the news to her that we were dating.” She cooed, as she wrapped her arm around his.

“I guess not.” He said in a hushed voice.

“Right, well I gotta go.” You jumped up from the couch, as you scrambled to find your phone so you could bolt out of there.

“Wait, I can explain.” Tom pleaded, but you stormed past the both of them and swiftly walked away from the trailer.

“Hold on one second.” He told his girlfriend, leaving her alone in his trailer so he could follow after you.

It was pitch black outside, and if it weren’t for your white sneakers he wouldn’t have been able to see you at all. He ran in an effort to catch up with you, the cold wind cutting right through him. It nipped at his cheeks, and he quickly regretted not grabbing a jacket before heading out.

“Will you please let me explain?” He asked, trailing you. You sped up and nearly began to sprint when you felt a tug on your wrist. The jolt stopped you in your tracks, leaving you no choice but to confront Tom.

“What is there to explain, huh? The fact that you’ve been leading me on and then decide to date someone else behind my back? I mean c’mon, that hurts.”

He stood there, silent, unsure of what to say. You were right though, once it was said out loud, it did seem pretty hurtful.

“Well what was I supposed to do? All this time I’ve been trying to protect your identity, which is what you wanted after all. I like her, and I can actually go public with her and it won’t matter.”

“Bastard.” You said through clenched teeth.

“That wasn’t the way I meant to word it.” He exhaled, watching the way his cold breath swirled around the night air. “That was uncalled for. I should’ve told you that I was dating her, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.” He admitted, as he looked over at you. You let out a sigh, the air behind exhaled from your lungs visible against the night sky. You didn’t say anything, and he knew you well enough to know that meant you wanted an explanation after all.

“I should’ve told you that I was with her, but I didn’t want to ruin what I have with you. I love being around you; you make me so happy, but I just didn’t want to put you through the tribulations of dating me.” He paused for a second to look you in the eyes, but you averted his gaze. He took another cold breath in and continued.

“I know my life isn’t easy and I don’t want you to have to deal with that. You don’t need the paps following you at all times, and you definitely don’t need fans stalking you and your social media. I guess I was trying to do you a favour but now it doesn’t seem like much of one.”

“Yeah it definitely wasn’t much of a favour.” You choked out, as you wiped away a warm tear from your cheek.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that she understands my life, you know? We run in the same circles, so she’s used to the chaos and whatnot. I don’t want to put you through that misery as well. For you, it’s a choice to not have your privacy invaded, whereas for me it’s part of the job. I was just trying to protect you, sorry.” He took a step closer to you, cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“I love you, so much. So much in fact that I don’t want to ruin your life.” He let go of your face, and stuffed his frostbitten hands in his pockets.

“And that’s why I have to leave.” He turned on his heel, a slump in his step as he walked away from you. He didn’t turn back as he walked back towards his trailer, head hung low.

You watched him walk away, unsure of how to react. You stood outside long enough to watch him open his trailer door and slam it shut, wincing as it closed.

You turned around, walking off the lot and back to your car. You huffed as you noticed the frost coating the windscreen, shivering as you struggled to open your car door. Sticking the key into the ignition, you waited for the engine to warm up so that you could leave and never come back. A few minutes later, you drove home, hoping to never see Tom again.

But a few weeks later, you had seen it all over the news.

“Stay calm everyone- Tom Holland is in a relationship.” TMZ buzzed.

“Okay I know a lot of girls are going to be sad but Tom Holland is in a relationship with his costar.” Entertainment Tonight boasted.

You couldn’t stand it. When you went to the market, his face was plastered everywhere on the magazine covers. The covers varied from “Tom’s new girl?” “Alert! Tom Holland’s no longer single?”, and “Who is this mystery girl that has stolen T. Holland’s heart?”

It was sickening. You hadn’t heard from him since, which left you no choice but to move on. It was difficult when he was everywhere though, from the TV to the movies to the magazines. Even though he was out of your life, he was still lurking around.

But now, time healed that wound, and seeing his face plastered everywhere didn’t evoke any emotions from you. Two years had since passed since that incident, and you had taken the opportunity to better yourself. You finished your degree, learned a few languages and took better care of your health. You were new and improved.

Not long after you had finally gotten over him, it came out in the news that Tom had proposed to her, but apparently she turned him down. Ouch. She mentioned it in an interview with Extra, and it didn’t come as a shock as she announced she was no longer with Tom, and had quickly moved on to an Italian male model.

You had felt really bad for Tom. Sure, you two weren’t together, and he hadn’t contacted you in years, but you still loved him, and cared about him.

You had watched his descent from grace, as he was spotted at more and more pubs, having attended less and less charity events.

“Tom Holland drinks away his sorrows over his painful breakup” was splattered all over the news outlets. His reputation was currently not great, as the photos showed Harrison helping Tom stumble out of the bars and into an Uber.

So it wasn’t really shocking that he had called you. »

You snapped back out of your thoughts as you heard him beg and begin to sob. You really did feel bad for him, except you didn’t really know what to do. You wanted to help him, but he did leave you so long ago, you were torn to say the least.

“P-please, I p-promise that I’ll b-be better, I just need you.” He whispered the last part, and your heart sank.

You let out a long exhale, taking a second to think about your decision. “Okay, where are you at?” You asked, and he let out a sniffle.

“I-I don’t know, I just walked around looking for a bar and I f-found this one.”

“I’ll need you to be a bit more specific, can you ask the bartender where you are?”

“H-hold on.” He held the phone away from his ear, and you heard a faint discussion in the distance.

“Darling, I’m at t-the Dragon Lounge, in midtown.” He said, and you wrote it down so you could put it into maps.

“Okay, stay there Tommy, don’t leave.”

“I miss you calling me ‘Tommy’, and I miss you.” He slurred, but you acted like you didn’t hear that part.

“Right, okay. See you soon.” You quickly hung up the phone as you went to go rescue him.

The Dragon Lounge was a twenty minute drive from your apartment, but since it was so late it only took about fifteen. You found a parking spot right out front, locking your car and walking through the large glass doors. It was nearly vacant inside, so it wasn't hard to find Tom, slumped over the bar with his head resting on his hands.

You walked over and tapped him on the shoulder, and he lifted his head slightly.

“Darling, I’m sorry and I miss you.” He pleaded, but you were taken aback by how terrible he looked. His eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and he hadn’t shaved in maybe a few days, or maybe even a week. To put it lightly, he looked disheveled.

“Oh thank god you finally came, this guy is a mess.” The bartender said in a heavy Irish accent. “He tried to out drink the other Irish gentleman over there, poor boy’s sloshed. He only had two pints of stout but he was already down for the count.” He remarked, while cleaning the cups that Tom just drank out of.

“Well, thank you for watching over him, I guess.” You responded, grabbing Tom’s waist and helping him get up. It was all dead weight, and he wasn’t helping by trying to kiss your cheek every second he had.

“Alright well be safe you two, I don’t want to see him back for a while, he’s been frequenting the joint for the past week.”

“For the past week? He said he just found this place.” You questioned while the bartender shook his head.

“Oh no, he’s definitely been here every night since last Thursday.” He looked over at you and noticed the deep frown on your face.

“Like I said, the poor kid needs help. Maybe check him into rehab.” The Irishman retorted as he gave you a little wave.

Maybe he should go there, you thought.

You pondered the idea as you helped Tom stumble out of the back door of the lounge. You found your car and helped Tom get inside, and you even made sure to buckle him in, as if he was a little child.

The drive home was silent, and Tom had fallen asleep. His head rested on the window and he was snoring slightly. Any other time this would have been adorable, and would have made your heart swell. Now, you detested him.

You pulled up to your house and helped Tom get out of the car. You thought about leaving him in the car, but it’s the middle of winter and he would freeze to death. With his arm around your shoulders, you helped lead him to the front door, unlocking it as you were met with the warm air from the heater.

Tom let go of you as he stumbled to the couch and plopped down, nearly hitting his head on the armrest. You covered him in the throw blanket that was draped over the couch, and you made sure he was laying on his side so he wouldn’t choke. He tried to sit up, but failed as he plopped back down into the couch.

It really did pain you to see him this miserable and haggard. The light in his eyes was gone which was replaced by a dull, red look. His face was slightly swollen from constantly being drunk and his mouth was in a perpetual frown.

“I’ll be right back Tom, okay? You stay here while I get you some water.” You tried to move away from the couch but Tom had grabbed onto your hand.

“Please don’t go.” He whispered, barely audible.

“I’m just going to go to the kitchen, I’ll be back in a second.” You said as he nodded, letting go of your hand as you made your way to the kitchen. You filled up a glass of water and made him a cup of instant coffee, so that his hangover won’t be as excruciating.

You walked back over to Tom, who was holding his head as he sobbed. You saw that he was holding onto a picture frame that you had on your coffee table. You recognised it as an old photo of you two from when you went on a vacation to Paris together. It was a surprise birthday trip that Tom planned, and he had just taken you to see the Eiffel Tower.

You smiled as you remembered how lovely that day was, but it was quickly replaced with a bittersweet feeling when you realised that the boy you loved then, in the photo, is different than the boy sitting in front of you.

You shook your head slightly to get the memory out of your head, as you set the cups down onto the coffee table. Tom looked up at you with teary eyes, and sniffled before muttering a little “thank you”.

“You’re welcome. Drink the coffee and the water and go to sleep. I’m going to bed now, so goodnight.” You said, making your way to the bedroom. You had babied him enough and it was nearly 1:30am, so you didn’t want to wait up to make sure he was asleep.

About thirty minutes had passed, but you couldn’t sleep. You were worried about Tom, and the worry was keeping you up. A few minutes later, you heard him rinsing out the cups in the kitchen, setting them on the counter before shuffling back to the living room. You wanted to check in on him, but decided that he’s probably okay.

It wasn't long before you heard footsteps approaching your bedroom, and you looked up to see Tom standing in the doorway. The coffee seemed to have sobered him up, as he was standing without swaying.

“Do you think we can talk? I can’t sleep.” He asked quietly, as if not to disturb you.

“I think tomorrow, erm, later today would be better, Tom. It’s 2am.” You said as you covered yourself up in your blankets, trying to hint to him that you don’t want to talk.

“Please? Just for a bit?” He pleaded, “It’ll be really short, I promise.”

“Okay fine, come here then.” You motioned for him to sit down next to you, and he did. “You have five minutes, so use them wisely.”

He took a deep breath before speaking. He looked over at you and hesitated, while you just stared at him with furrowed brows. He knew you didn’t love him anymore; it was evident in the way you treated him, and the way you looked at him with disdain in your eyes. He knew he blew it, but he was hoping he could fix things. He was determined to.

“God, well, where do I even begin? I’m sorry for being a jerk, and I’m sorry for choosing her over you. I made the wrong decision that night, and there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret it. I’m still madly in love with you, and I always will be. She didn’t make me happy, not a bit. You did, and still do. I know that you’ll probably never forgive me, and maybe I deserve that, but I just wanted you to know that I still care.”

He glanced over at you, pausing before continuing.

“Do you know why she broke up with me? She knew I was still in love with you, and that it wasn’t fair to her to have my heart taken by someone else. That, and I also moaned your name multiple times during sex on many different occasions.” He grimaced, and you broke out into an awkward laughter.

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, ‘yikes’ indeed.” He laughed. “Anyway she left me, and it was the best decision for the both of us. But the reason I started to go to bars and drinking until I passed out was because I was trying to drown out the thoughts of you. It didn’t work obviously, I could never forget you. I wish I knew what to say other than sorry, but I’m sorry.” He looked down at his clasped hands in his lap, and added, “I would say more but I think my five minutes are up.”

You sat there, unable to formulate a cohesive thought. All of the words that you were dying to hear have been said, but you didn’t know how to feel. It seemed genuine and sincere, but what if he doesn’t actually mean it? He’s still drunk after all, and he knows that you’re someone who easily forgives, so what if he’s taking advantage of you?

“Say something, please, say anything.” He pleaded, but you sat there silent. After a minute of silence, you said, “I think you should leave.”

He got up from the edge of the bed, sighing before walking to the doorway.

“Right, well, um goodnight, and thank you for everything. I don’t deserve you.” He paused again, wanting to give you a minute to process what he just said.

“Oh, je ne veux pas vivre sans toi. I still remember us saying that all the time, and it still holds true. I do not want to live without you.” Tom gave you a small smile before proceeding to go back into the living room.

You sat there speechless, unsure of what to say or do. That phrase replayed repeatedly in your mind as you tried to go to sleep, but you tried to block it out. It worked for a bit, and you managed to get a few hours of sleep, but then you awoke in a panicked state.

Your mind replayed the memory in your mind, and it was torturing you. He knew how important that phrase was to you both, and it seemed like lifetimes ago when you had last heard that phrase, which was when he took you on holiday for your birthday to Paris.

« Over two years ago, Tom had surprised you to a trip to Paris for your birthday, a destination that he knew you were dying to see. The night of your birthday, he took you to the top of the illuminated Eiffel Tower. The view of Paris at night was breathtaking, and as you stood there with the love of your life, you knew there was nothing more you’d ever want.

“I have something for you.” He said eagerly as he held onto you from behind. He let go to pull a nicely wrapped box out of his coat pocket, and handed it to you.

“Tom,” you gasped, “you shouldn’t have. I thought the trip was my gift.” You said, but he nodded his head no.

“Nope, but now please open it.” He insisted and you did as you were told. You unwrapped the box and saw that it was from Cartier.

“Tom this is too expensive, I can’t accept it.” You tried to give the box back to him but he pushed it back to you.

“You haven’t even opened it yet, you don’t even know what’s inside!” He exclaimed as you rolled your eyes.

You opened the box and saw two thin gold cuff bracelets. After picking one up and admiring it for a second, you saw that there was an inscription on it inside. It read “je ne veux pas vivre sans toi.” You felt your eyes prick with tears, and Tom smiled as he wiped a tear away.

“Well, what does it translate to darling?” He asked as he held onto your waist.

“I don’t want to live without you.” You whispered back to him, smiling as he pulled you close to him.

“I still don’t understand though, why are there two of them?” You asked against his chest, and he pulled away. Tom reached into the box and grabbed one, grinning as he put it on his wrist.

“It’s for me to wear, so that we both know that we can’t live without each other.” He was crying too, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him, never wanting this night to end. »

You looked over at your phone on the nightstand near your bed to see what time it was, but you noticed a bracelet and a note that wasn’t there earlier. You picked up the bracelet and noticed that it was the Cartier cuff bracelet, but yours was buried in your junk drawer. Realizing that it was his, you saw a handwritten note underneath it, which read:

“I meant it when I said that in Paris, I love you and I don’t want to live without you.”

-Tom xx

You let out a sob as you clutched his bracelet, realising that he really did care about you, even after all this time.

You jumped out of bed and walked into the living room. Tom was snuggled up in a blanket, and his arm was hanging over the edge of the couch. His curls were in his face, and he looked peaceful. It was a stark difference from when you saw him earlier at the bar, but now he looks more like the old Tom, the one you had fallen in love with so long ago.

Carefully, in hopes of not waking him up, you put the bracelet on his arm that was hanging over the couch, but he began to stir a bit.

“Hmm, love? Is that you or Tessa?” He asked as you let a small laugh.

“It’s me.” You smiled as Tom sat up to look at you.

He grinned from ear to ear as he realised that you really were standing in front of him.

You sat down next to him on the couch, staring at the ground.

“Look,” you hesitated, “I appreciate the sentiment and all, but I’m still not sure if I can forgive you so easily. I mean, I’ve been hoping and praying that you would come back into my life and say all of these things I’ve been dying to hear you say, but now, it just doesn’t feel right. Especially since we haven’t spoken since, and I never did receive an apology from you or anything, until now. Why did you wait so long anyway?” You asked, watching as he thought of his response.

“I was a coward, that’s why. I didn’t think you’d ever want me back in your life anyways. When I asked people about how you were doing, they said you were thriving, and I didn’t want to interfere with that.”

“Wait, you asked about me?” You inquired, cutting him off.

“Of course, quite often actually.” He admitted. He half smiled and you half smiled back at him. “I didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you then, but I promise I’m going to change. For you, of course, I want to be a better man for you and you alone. I promise that on my life.” He smiled as a tear formed in his eyes. “I just want to regain your trust.”

Your eyes scanned his face, seeing if there was any indication of him lying, but you knew the words were genuine.

“Okay.” You said.

“Okay?” He questioned, a tinge of happiness laced in his voice.

“I’m willing to give you another chance, but we obviously have a lot to work on. However, I’m willing to allow you to regain my trust and try to make this work.”

He grinned, watching as you smiled softly back at him. “Love, I want to be better for you. I promise, whole heartedly. I promise I’ll protect you and never leave you, and I also promise that I won’t break your heart again.” He vowed, the corners of his eyes welling up with tears.

You grabbed his hand, him grabbing it back while he gently rubbed the top of your hand with his thumb.

“You better not.” You tearily laughed, watching his face break out into a smile.

“I won’t, I promise.”

And he kept his promise. It took some time to regain his trust, but he had shown that he could be faithful. Your relationship was smooth and happy since that night, and you had learned to accept his hectic life, fame and all. He was always besides you, checking and making sure that you were always alright.

Exactly two years later, down to the very date that you two reconciled, you and Tom got married right at the top of the Eiffel Tower, exactly where he had first told you that he couldn’t live without you. Now, he never would have to.

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whenimgoodandready · 3 years ago

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Marinette (aspiring fashion designer), Adrien (teen male model), Alya (aspiring journalist), Chloe (local b*tch), Lila (lying b*tch) and Felix (cheap knockoff). Some time ago, Gloob showed us a promo red (and multicolored) string theory board over which one of ‘em would find out about Shadow Moths identity! Don! Don! Don! Obviously it can’t be our heroes, so it has to be the three antagonists. Chloe isn’t as clever to find out, so narrowing it down, it’s between Lila and Felix. Majority says it could most likely be the former due to her close connections to Shadow Moth and her growing (but limited) appearances in the show and the latter only making a single appearance. Sounds about right…….at first! Let’s see:

*Gabriel Agreste-Gabriel is throwing a gala and inviting all the big wigs and fat cats of Paris and Adrien is disheartened to find out he can’t invite his schoolmates despite the fact that Chloe, Kagami and Felix will be there, but only cuz they’re high elite. Considering how Adrien doesn’t have a good history w/ them, I can see why he’d rather have his more “lively and colorful” friends instead. Not even spoiled sweet Zoe’s gonna be there cuz of that “piece of sh*t” Chloe (I’m paraphrasing Marinettes words). This is one of those times where Gabe disregards Adriens wants and needs as well as his feelings all for his own professional (and underhanded) gain.

Okay, so we heard that from the six candidates, we automatically eliminated three, the other half were a possibility and now, from the final two, one is mentioned and the other was a wild card to come back! We’ll get back to that. On a more less suspicious note, Nathaniel and Marc have come up w/ various “fairytale metaphor” plans to help knight in shining armor Marinette make Adrienette happen and live happily ever after. Yes, they know about it other than the girl squad cuz, Helloooooooo! Everyone cheered when Marinette kissed Adrien on the cheek in the Season 2 finale! So of course they know! Everyone (minus Adrien) knows! Unfortunately, ogre, I mean, big bad wolf, No! The ugly toad, oh f*ck! That nightmare Chloe, overhears this (ala (a poor) “Mission Impossible” styled way) and threatens Marinette on exposing this on her phone to Gabe so that Adrien will be taken out of school away from a “schemer” and back to homeschooling where he’ll eventually end up w/ her. Whoa! Whoa! Wait! Wait! Wait! I thought Chloe was over Adrien!? God! She’s so deluded! She just can’t quit even after one episode!

Hmmm, so it’s confirmed Chloe and Felix will be there, but no mention of Lila (where is she?). After that scene we just saw, Chloe is starting to get the upper hand on being the one to find out! I mean, she has the dirt and Marinette and wants to speak to Gabe about this and maybe it’ll be in a bad moment when he’s “doing something”. This is getting juicy! Marinette infiltrates the gala (which looks to be “Squid Games” inspired judging by the animal themed masks the rich were wearing like in the show) disguised as “Marino” (‘member? “Marino”? Her male personality from “Party Crasher”? W/ the stereotypical Italian accent? Yeah, she’s doin’ that again), the (clumsy) “waiter” to stop Chloe from her dastardly deeds. Fortunately, all phones are prohibited to secure privacy (among “other” things), but both “girls” try to get it. Shouldn’t be hard, Marinette is a phone klepto anyway (shrugs).

Chloes struggling to get the phone, but I’m sure she’ll stumble onto the big secret of Gabes and-Wait! What’s this!? Felix!? Felix Graham de Vanily! He found out! Holy sh*t! But, but, but how!? Oh! He saw that Gabe “discreetly” tucked away both the butterfly and peacock miraculous under this tie!? Huh, good eye! But wait! Hold on a sec! That’s not Gabe! It’s a sentimonster! (chuckles) Oh ho ho! I see! Shadow Moth (chuckles) made “SentiGabe” to throw Felix off guard that he isn’t who he thinks he is (but is!). (laughs) It’s “The Collector” all over again! Speaking of which, when akumatizing Felix doesn’t work (strong will that cheap carbon copy), Shadow Moth akumatizes “SentiGabe” into “SentiCollector” (laughs harder. Oh God! This is crazy!) to capture Felix. Yes, it’s not the first time he’s akumatized a sentimonster (“Feast”). It’s all so Gabe can get back his wedding ring Felix stole from him last season.

Bomb #9! Felix found out Gabriel Agreste is none other than Shadow Moth! Wow! Here we thought the most likely candidate would be Miss “Liar Liar, Pants-on-Fire” Lila Rossi, due to her siding with both Shadow Moth (“Chameleon”) and Gabe (“Onichan”), causing akumatizations (“Miracular”), a possibility of her taking up the mantle (“Timetagger”) and even almost starting up a mass akumatization! (“Ladybug”), but Surprise! Surprise! It was an Et Tu, Brute! That’s always the twist in teen dramas. It’s the friend/family member that’s behind it all! This was an epic ep! Nice move there writers. One of those rare moments where you don’t f*ck up! Before we dig deep on this dramatic reveal, I wanna mention this. Why is Marinette still trying to pursue Adrien (like in “Psychomedian”) when she realized it didn’t work w/ Luka cuz of her double life (“Truth”)? Didn’t she mention this in “Mr.Pigeon 72”? Did she not learn from her mistakes!? Is it okay cuz (little does she know) Adrien has the same problem and it’s okay if it’s him cuz it didn’t work w/ him and Kagami cuz of it (“Lies”), but it’ll be fine if it’s the two of ‘em and there’d be no issue? Or is it cuz she was alone in all this drama being the guardian and had no one to rely on until Alya who can help sort this whole thing out (“Gang of Secrets”)?. Might be the case ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. To end the B-Plot concerning this, Chloe almost has it exposed, but in a moment of what my TVTropes people like to call a “Nice Job Fixing It Villain” moment, a**hole producer, Bob Roth, deletes it before anyone can see it, since he hated that Chloe was using his phone to do so on it. Best thing that greedy b*stard ever did! Back to the big story here, last time we saw Felix was in his debut ep last season and the fandom just hated him! I mean, he looked nothing like his PV self! He wasn’t tall, older, his face wasn’t angular and his eyes weren’t a bluish-gray! He just had the name, clothes and a**hole persona. That’s it! However, he seemed less a**holish than last time. He watches Alyas blog which shows he’s warming up to Adriens friends compared to how he thought of ‘em originally as losers, freaks, etc. and he’s more interested in the dynamic duo and actually thinks they’re cool compared to his creepy behavior towards Ladybug where he so rightfully got what he deserved! (👊Pow!). It’s a step up. Just one step, but still, I count it. As for the reveal! Gabes little party trick didn’t work on Felix cuz he tested his theory himself when he ripped a piece of “SentiGabes” pants leg and saw that the real Gabe didn’t have one! Gabe knows he knows, but Felix isn’t gonna go blab about this just yet cuz Gabe has another plan up his sleeve! Don! Don! Don! They did say Lila and Felix will play essential parts this season. We saw Felix! Now where’s that faux fox hiding? Ugh. About those rings? Gabe never intended to give ‘em back to his sister-in-law, Amelie, so Felix stole one of ‘em (he still has it at the end of the ep btw), but what was the big f*cking deal about those rings that those guys were so obsessed with!? We all had theories about them and my review for the top 3 were: 1.Valuable earnings, 2.A hidden amok and 3.A secret miraculous. From those 3, it’s strongly hinted that it was the second guess! “SentiGabe”, whom Shadow Moth tried to make Felix think was Gabe, threatened to “make him disappear” w/ a snap of his fingers which Felix looked horrified about. First off, does Felix know!? Was this implying that Felix is aware he’s a sentimonster!? Damn! Second, why would Shadow Moth make “SentiGabe” say that when he was trying to throw Felix off guard that he wasn’t Shadow Moth!? Why didn’t he make “SentiGabe” play dumb more!? Who’s supposed to know he’s a sentimonster!? His mom!? Emilie!? Was it supposed to imply that Gabe knew too!? IDK!? I highly doubt Adrien knows too! For that matter, maybe the rumors are true and he too is a sentimonster from the other ring! It would explain a few things! Which I’ll bring up throughout the season! Just you wait!

#miraculous ladybug #gabriel agreste #miraculous Gabriel Agreste

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jasmine-the-fox · 5 years ago

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MLB and Bendy and the ink machine idea!

Marinette hates horror movies (duh) but enjoys horror games because they go from point A to point B.

One game she enjoys playing is fnaf and also likes recording herself on youtube by the name Marihorror.

But because she doesn't reveal her face, Lila claims she's Marihorror and is modifying her voice (but true fans would remember Mari always says that this is her true voice.

Adrien who loves Marihorror remembers a video he watched talking about her real voice and figures out she's Mari and apologizes.

To be forgiven she has him play Bendy and the ink machine with her (they get permission from his father) and she uses a webcam to record them playing.

She reveals that she's showing herself because someone in her class is lying and claiming SHE'S Marihorror which angers her fans.

They demand the name of the girl and Adrien comments Lila's full name and seconds later deletes it.

The class didn't see the video because there phones weren't on when it happened as they hung out with Lila... but many did.

One of Mari's fans see Lila and goes towards the group to yell at her.

The fan demands answers to why she would lie and claim she's Marihorror, Alya snaps back saying it's the truth.

The fan reveals the recent Marihorror video... revealing Mari and Adrien playing Bendy and the ink machine.

The class turns on Lila and the Italian get's akumatized (Mari and Adrien transform and find out) and fix everything.

Cat Noir orders Lila to stop lying about being Ladybug's friend or he will get the police involved before leaving with his girlfriend.

School starts and the seats change to have Lila no longer next to Alya but in the back alone.

Adrien and Mari arrive together and go to the back while asking Lila to move so they can sit together.

Questions are asked but the couple ignores them as they plan there next game video.

A few days later Alya tries calling Mari for answers (forgetting she bullied Mari because Lila said she was bullied by the girl)

The couple changes school and numbers, Mari moves into Adrien's room and he does the same to her room.

Years later Lila tries to lie about the couple and the class but Chloe and Sabrina believe her.

Not long after Chloe and Sabrina reveal the couple is married and now live in New York with there second child on the way.

None of them try to apologize to the couple.

Lila is despised and leaves for New York to try and ruin the couple.

Lila is arrested for an attempted sexual assault on Adrien.

Mari and Adrien are happy as the designer and model married couple of MDA designs (Marinette Dupain-Agreste)

A gift to you all to use and enjoy, i have so much already to write so i'm not using this salt idea.

#mlb salt #lila salt #miraculous ladybug #adrienette #adriene agreste #marinette dupain cheng #married

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MILAN — Alessandro Michele is not moving to Hollywood, but he’s clearly embraced cinematography.

Gucci’s creative director will present the new course of the brand through a seven-part film series he has codirected with Gus Van Sant.

Gucci skipped Milan Fashion Week last month.

#harry styles #051120 #guccifest

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brettyimages · 3 years ago

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I started following the pop charts again over the summer but now the really good stuff I liked has dropped out and here’s a list of 2020s pop music stuff that I can’t stand:

- the simultaneous returns of Adele, Ed Sheeran and Coldplay, aka all the dull British megastars who sell shitloads of records every time they put anything out and become absolutely ubiquitous and inescapable for months on end - that Imagine Dragons song that’s on not one, but two adverts, one of which plays during every other Spotify ad break - the choice of Bring Me The Horizon as the one rock band who get to be played on Radio 1, and the one rock band that my old emo friends choose to still follow despite their music being more and more catshit with every release - the number of pop singers whose speech patterns are modelled after Rihanna’s Barbadian patois even though they’re English white girls (especially ironic when Little Mix do it after that blackfishing scandal) - the Clean Bandit/David Guetta/Joel Corry etc etc school of producer + singer + sometimes more singers, producers and rappers who put out songs that all sound basically the same with choruses that are just a load of filler words like “na na na na na” and “dee dee da da” so they sound like the demo that hasn’t had lyrics added yet - white girl pop singers who do that lisping over-enunciation that makes them sound like they have a bad cold all the time - white man pop singers whose whole thing is that they look scruffy and are fun lads and then they sing really boring big ballads - the way that all the British pop singers I hear on Radio 1 present themselves as proper down-to-earth working-class normal girls but then they mention that they went to a prestigious music school and you find out that their parents are rich - globalisation and listicle journalism flooding us with articles about 90s/00s music and culture written from an American perspective, so BBC Radio 1′s throwback slot is full of American RnB and hip hop tracks that weren’t big hits here at the time, rather than accepting that our charts were actually filled with cheesy pop groups like Steps and Westlife and B*Witched who they’d never dare to play - the way that the singles chart is static now, with barely any new entries in a week, very little movement and the same person at number one for weeks or months on end - insta reels/tiktoks that are 5 seconds or less and flick through a load of images too fast for you to actually process them so you have to listen to that few seconds of music on loop - artists charging £500 to be at the front of their gigs!! Especially if they try to maintain their humble working-class image while they do it - all the biggest female stars making music videos that are essentially pornography, cavorting in bed together in lingerie or erotic dancing, while all the biggest male stars make music videos where they get to just stand around in thick coats - the phoned-in, fauxspirational “you’ve been through so much and things will get better” lyrics from the ‘authentic’ pop stars - BTS being hugely popular even though their music sounds really dated, like JT/Pharrell stuff from at least 5 years ago, and I can only assume it’s a teen girl fetishisation of the young Korean boys so they can be ~not like other girls~ I feel like I’m not done but here’s some things I do like to balance it out: - everything about Maneskin! A group of androgynous kids in fetish gear who play in a traditional rock band structure, who not only won Eurovision singing in Italian but also managed to win over the world? They had 2 songs in the UK top 10 all summer which feels like the biggest post-Eurovision success since at least ABBA and I hope they get to enjoy a similarly long career - Machine Gun Kelly having a dispute with Slipknot, a genius PR move since everybody knows Corey Taylor can’t keep his mouth shut and the rock press will write a load of headlines any time he speaks (see: the response to Kanye West calling himself the world’s greatest rockstar). Does his sudden move into pop punk seem disingenuous? I don’t know. I don’t really care because I like the songs. - Actually the whole MGK/Megan/Travis/Kourtney foursome, I’m obsessed with it, they are living a hot rich True Romance fantasy and I love to see it - Olivia Rodrigo! I bought a cassette of her album and I think she’s really good. - Lil Nas X breaking boundaries with his music, videos and marketing - Female rap artists like Doja, Cardi and Megan being the ones getting played on the radio and featured on pop songs instead of the same male rappers as always. Despite the music video double standard, they’re so much more entertaining and I like when female singers feature female rappers rather than call a man in to drop a verse. - Ariana Grande, as a singer, a fashion icon, an interviewee, an impressionist... the way she dealt with what happened in Manchester was so brave and she’s been one of my favourites since I first heard her - The way pop punk/rock has come back into the mainstream but it’s coming from unlikely people like the above who are ex-Disney stars, Eurovision winners, rappers, celebrity kids, girls and POC rather than just young men who sexually abuse their teenage girl fans - Talk About by Rain Radio & Craig Gorman which is one of those rare dance tunes that comes around every few years that I get obsessed with - for some reason I’ve grown to like ArrDee even though he gives me massssssive local chav following you on his bike, harassing goth kids at the skatepark, wolf-whistling at girls energy - my last.fm top songs all summer has been almost entirely 2021 mainstream releases when usually it’s been some combination of vintage indie/pop and the same punk/emo bands I’ve been listening to since high school

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