#bijoux orange

[timelessfineries]

Longues boucles d'oreilles sud-africaines à franges en perles orange et multicolores - Timeless Fineries

[billetwoes]

Too Serious! Billet Woes Part 3

Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at fanfic. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, rudeness is not.

Word Count: 4,255

Synopsis: It has been slightly over a week, and so far so good. Everything seems to run smoothly as expected, until Tomas decided to have a serious conversation with you.

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The next morning went on as normal. Breakfast consisted of a savoury breakfast crepe consisting of truffle oil scrambled eggs, spinach, mushrooms, leeks, and red peppers with hollandaise sauce (Yay to the Vitamix!) topped with cilantro. You made some potato wedges fried in beef tallow and seasoned it lightly with a Parmesan, truffle and black garlic seasoning.

“Hmm, by the way, I wanted to ask you first,” Tomas began, washing his food down with a swig of orange juice, “A friend of mine wanted to send me an important package. Would it be alright if I gave him your address?”

You furrowed your brows, as you are apprehensive to give out personal information.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I understand,” he went on further.

You sighed and then thought of a solution.

“You can give him my business address. It’s a UPS mailbox, so I can pick it up for you when it arrives. Plus, it’s safer,” you offered.

“Great!”

You gave him the details and were told that his friend would be sending something via same-day shipping.

Once breakfast was done, you did your routine clean up and making sure that the cats were well-fed. Once you let the kitties out of the workshop, their demeanor changed rapidly to happiness and started to roam around the house. You noticed that Bijoux had been slowly yet surely warming up to Tomas and was now allowing him to pet her.

Minou was not having it; she gave a jealous yowl and swatted at Bijoux violently. She hissed then began to circle and rub her body around Tomas’ booted legs. Bijoux huffed and then left for her favourite cat tree.

“No, no! Don’t do that! There’s plenty of pets to go around,” he chuckled, picking up Minou and chastising her gently while scratching her behind the ears, “I let you sleep with me already. Give your sister a chance.”

“He’s such a good cat dad,” you mused. It was a nice to see that both the girls have taken to your guest very well. In fact, you were missing the warm lump of Minou’s body between your legs, where she typically likes to sleep.

He then set her down, while she protested pitifully. He picked up the lunch bag and headed towards the door, “Shall we?”

You are starting to like driving at this time of the morning, as there was no traffic at all! Lord Liu Kang really did think this through and was grateful for the consideration of your lifestyle. Plus, you found your energy level to gradually pick up.

After you dropped off Tomas at the muster point, you decided to treat yourself to a Starbucks before heading back home to clean up some more, spend quality time with the girls, and work on more orders. You loaded the packages in a couple of tote bags and took them to the post office before heading to work. You checked your Etsy account and were pretty pleased that you will be getting a nice pay soon.

During work, you got a notification that the package had arrived. “That was fast!” You thought, amazed. The shipping cost must be awfully high.

When work ended, you bumped into a couple of colleagues on the way out.

“Hey there, girl! How was your day?” a well-dressed slender and tall man with short, curly brown hair in his early thirties greeted you with a hug.

“Hey Andrew! It went well. Uneventful, but boring is beautiful,” you replied cheerfully, “How was yours?”

“I love it when you say, “Boring is beautiful!” a tall Nigerian lady laughed. Her name is Alisha, who is level-headed, no-nonsense, but positive and funny with great fashion to boot. The two of you have been good friends since you started working where you work.

“Right? I have no complaints; nothing bad happened, so,” you responded just as cheerfully. “Are you going to the staff get together?”

“Oh, no, I’m leaving in a week, remember?” Andrew reminded, looking sad, “I’m moving to a different city.”

“Aww, that’s right! I’ll miss you, hun!” You hugged your colleague with a sad pouty face, “We wish you all the best!”

Andrew hugged you back firmly, then Alisha hugged Andrew.

“We need to go for dinner before you go!” Alisha said, “The three of us.”

“Yes! We should do that,” Andrew agreed, “Oooh! How about Uccelino?”

Your eyes widened along with your smile, “Yes!” You exclaimed, pointing a finger, not at him but to emphasize what he said, “Love that place!”

“Sounds great! Let’s keep in touch, k?” Andrew started to walk away, “Bye, ladies!”

“For sure! See ya!”

“Take care!”

“How was your day, Alisha? How was Madison’s performance?” You asked about her 5-year-old daughter.

“Oh, you know, she loves performing. She lights up every time she gets to sing. She was so excited to be a fairy and was showing off her dress to everyone,” Alisha shared happily, “She says she can’t wait for her next performance!”

She pulled out her phone to show you a few pictures of a cute girl in a yellow organza-tulle dress with a tiara holding a wand with a large star on top; she had the biggest smile and twinkling eyes. She then showed a video of her singing “When You Wish Upon A Star”.

You can’t help but coo because this was the cutest thing that you’ve seen ever!

“Aww, she’s so precious! She’s got such a beautiful voice!” And you meant it. Some children are gifted with beautiful voices, and she sounded like a miniature Marcedes from Glee, “I hope that she goes far, because, girl, she’s got it!”

“Thank you so much,” Alisha beamed, clearly touched, “I am proud of her.”

“You should be!” You were hit with this realization that these are the kinds of moments that the Earth Realm and Outworld Protectors were protecting, and you felt guilty for taking the days that have been passing your life for granted. You respect and appreciation for them have deepened.

You and Alisha continued to chat all the way to the parking lot.

“Anyways, I gotta pick up the kids. See you tomorrow, girl!” Alisha hugged you, and you’ve always felt good interacting with her.

You hugged her back and you exchanged good-byes.

You nearly forgot to go to the USP store to pick up the parcel and accidentally sideswiped someone in reaction to turning back to head in the opposite direction. You heard a loud series of horns at you.

“HEY, BITCH! WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!!!” You heard a driver shout at you.

“I’m sorry!” You waved apologetically. Red-faced, your alertness returned in a flash while feeling yourself shrinking. Taking a few deep breaths, you calmed yourself down enough to stay focused on your way to your destination.

You entered the store to open your mailbox, but it was empty, which meant that it was a larger package. You walked over to the clerk and gave your box number. The clerk went to the back and produced a box for you, which you received. You thanked the clerk and headed back to the car. Once in, you inspected the box; it was a 4”x 4”x 4” made out to “Tomas Vrbada” from the US.

You let out a “Hmm,�� raising your eyebrows before stating the car. Then you noticed the time. You were 20 minutes late from picking up Tomas! You cursed under your breath but the initial shock of a near miss followed by being cussed out by an angry driver was still fresh, so you took a moment to calm down. Once you were ready, you shifted your gear to drive.

When you arrived at Lisa’s friend’s place, his name is Kyle, you drove up to the driveway where you saw Tomas and another warrior sparring. He delivered two kicks, which his partner blocked.

Upon noticing you, he stopped what he was doing, picked up his mask and lunch bag, said his goodbye to his partner and walked towards you, sweating and smiling. His grey ninja uniform made him look formidable and intimidating, and you reminded yourself that this man was capable of killing someone. However, every time he was friendly and polite in behavior, it threw you off and had cognitive dissonance. You smiled and waved sheepishly.

“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t meant to make you wait!” You apologized profusely, looking shameful, “I had a difficult time on the road.”

“Don’t apologize! I kept myself occupied,” he said reassuringly, still slightly out of breath, “How was your day?”

“Well, other than nearly sideswiping someone, I’m alive,” you admitted sheepishly, “Totally my fault.”

“I’m sorry to hear that! Are you ok?” His expression was genuinely concerned, and it was reflected in his voice. Those eyes, though. So piercing!

You were touched by the concern he was showing and relaxed a little. “I am, thank you for the concern. I’m sorry again for being late!”

“You don’t need to apologize so much, Y/N. I’ve noticed that tendency in you.”

“I’m sorry,” *shit!* you did it again! You mentally beat you head on the steering wheel again and again.

He laughed, “But then it must be a Canadian thing, yes? So I’ve been told!”

Yet again, another save. He must have this sixth sense of you being embarrassed and verbally taking you out of it. Well, there’s a positive!

“Oh, I’ve picked up your package.” You reached to the back to get the box and handed it to him.

He received it gratefully, “Thank you for doing this for me. I wonder what he sent…” he muttered, inspecting the box and shaking it.

You kind of stared into space for god knows how long.

“Y/N…Y/N…hello?”

He waved his hand in front of your face to snap you out of your fog.

“Are we going home? I am starving and want to see what you will be cooking next!”  

“Oh, right! I’m sorry!” You shut your eyes tight, and he laughed even more. Smiling stiffly, you started the car, “Let’s go.”

You were grateful that you managed to bring the both of you home safely. As soon as you entered your apartment, you made a beeline to the coat rack to hang your purse and coat, then straight to the kitchen. Using whatever’s left of the shock in your system, you channelled that into preparing your meal. You vaguely heard Tomas go into the guest bathroom and a few minutes later you heard the shower.

Food time: Pressure Test! (skip if you’re not interested)

You took out ingredients and mentally started to plan on making your meal. You first pre-heated the toaster oven to 400 F, then took out the container of tomato basil bisque that you have pre-made during the weekend out of the freezer, which you threw into a medium sized pot to boil. You were grateful for having pre-made some soups and pre-portioned main courses for lazy days and for frantic days.

Next, you tackled the ceasar salad. You took out a bag of romaine lettuce to cut up, then soak in a bowlful of water and some vinegar to sit for a few minutes. You would have made the dressing yourself, but since you were ridiculously late coming home, you had to cheat. Luckily, you had THE BEST ceasar dressing from Costco!

Next, you heated some water for pasta and you chose spagettini as the pasta of choice. The boiling comes later.

While that was happening, you went to the fridge and pulled out a package of 4 chicken breasts, which you butterflied, seasoned, layered basil and half a bag’s worth of Italian Cheese, and then rolled them up. You washed your hands thoroughly to prevent killing anyone so that you can prepared the dredging ingredients in three rectangular deep dishes. You added salt, pepper, Italian herbs, garlic and onion powders, paprika and shredded parmesan cheese. The doubly dredged stuffed chicken breasts, which were held by toothpicks were pan fried on both sides until golden brown, and then transferred to the oven to cook the rest of the way.

While that was happening, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to handwash the dishes under barely tolerable hot water and soap, which you did in a jiffy, while also effectively washing your hands, too.

To jack up the chicken, you sauteed mince garlic and onion then threw in a can of crushed Roma tomato sauce, and seasoned to taste to which you put on top of the breaded crispy chicken at the 15 minute mark, topping it with more Italian cheese then sticking it back to cook the rest of the way for a total of 25 minutes and a little longer until the cheese is golden brown, which the latter happened. Once done, you made sure that all the toothpicks were removed, again to not kill anybody.

You lowered the temperature of the soup after it was thoroughly melted and piping hot down to a simmer and you washed the tomato sauce pan thoroughly.

For the final task, you made the Aglio e Olio Pasta as the companion pasta for your chicken. You turned up the heat to boil the pasta water and threw in the pasta once boiling. You took a clean stainless steel pan and poured the amount of olive oil required for the recipe and heated it up on medium-low, then thinly sliced 1 ½ bulb’s worth of garlic which went into the pan along with chili flakes to infuse the oil with flavors until the garlic started to turn brown. Dragging the perfectly cooked pasta pot right up against the pan you used tongs to transfer the spaghettini into the pan and added pasta water and salt as needed in between tossing the pan’s content until it was beautifully glossy. Once this was done. You threw in chopped Italian parsley and tossed some more.

You turned your attention to the lettuce, which you drained then spun in a salad spinner until they are as thoroughly dry as you can get them. You completed the ceasar salad in a large wooden bowl and topped it with store-bought croutons and wide shavings of Parmigiano Reggiano cheese.

(The end 😊 Can you guess how long this all took on a time crunch?)

By this time, you had noticed that Tomas was sitting on the dinner table, now wearing a fitted gray t-shirt and pajama pants, looking at his phone intently. He was in his own world, which made you feel relieved, because that bought you some time to make some of those herb and garlic sourdough toasts, which you forgot to make. 

You quickly set the table and plated the food with the chicken beautiful with the golden-brown cheese on top on one side and the Aglio e Olio on the other, making the Italian Flag proud! Next were the bowls of soup, which you decorated with two whole basil leaves, then assembled the toasts neatly on a separate plate. You bought a bottle of cold sparkling Italian lemonade from the Italian super market, which you’ve been stocking up on.

Hooooo boy, you felt like a hot mess after all was done. You quickly went to change you clothes so that you don’t look like a hot mess before finally sitting down at the dinner table ready to eat.

“Itadakimasu!” He exclaimed happily, “Let’s eat!”

You quietly dug into your food, and you didn’t realize how starving you are until you reached your last bite in under 15 minutes. You surprisingly beat Tomas, who was halfway done, partly because he was also paying attention to his phone.

You happened to look up to ask him how his dinner was and you were startled to see him staring at you. If you’ve watched Season 4 of Love Is Blind, he had the same intense, creepy stare as Zach. His lips were curled up in a smile.

You decided to ignore the sensation of your skin crawling to ask him how his dinner was. He didn’t reply and continued to stare at you with that smile.

“What?” you asked, you shifted your eyes to one side briefly before returning to his stare, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Why are you so serious?” Tomas asked, now grinning.

“I’m sor-what?” you spat out, stunned.

“You’re so serious,” he repeated. He pursed his lips, seemingly deep in thought, “Am I scary?”

“No, you’re not scary,” you answered slowly after your own pause.

“Then why do you look.....serious? Why are you so quiet?” he asked. You perceive there to be a slightly teasing tone in his voice, “Are you normally like this around people?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean,” you said, confused. Is he right though? In your head, you went over your interactions with him from the past week. You were civil and respectful in your interactions with him and have done your best to make sure that he was comfortable. However, you remember the first evening when he made the comment about how you were serious. In your defense, you tended to be focused when you’re working on a task.

“You’re doing it again, you have that look in your face! It’s like you’re……uh…….pondering the meaning of life!” he quipped with the same creepy expression, this time his eyes looking off momentarily to the side before returning to yours, “Like figuring out how the……….caramel got into a Caramilk Bar.”

You nearly choked on your drink. That came out of nowhere! Did you hear this right? Was he joking?

You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to respond to him, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Tomas. I shouldn’t ha-“

“I interrupt you, sorry!” he countered, “I didn’t say that you made me uncomfortable. I said that you were serious. And to be honest……”

“Okay?” you were paying attention now. You felt terrible, as you can feel a mental lashing from your perfectionist brain beginning.

“It hurts my feelings,” he finished, expression changing to that of a pouty demeanor, like a 10-year old, “You want to know a secret? I’ve never told any one about this, not even my own brother……..The Grand Master of the great Shirai Ryu……Best Clan ever.”

He gestured for you to come closer, and you leaned forward a few inches.

He gestured even harder, “Closer! Closer! You’re too shy!”

You gave a slight incredulous scoff and leaned forward a few more inches.

“Closer!” He beckoned even harder.

You stopped just over a feet away from him, “No, this is close enough.”

“Okay, I’ll lean closer,” he bobbed his head side-to-side and leaned closer so that his face was 6 inches away from yours.

You instinctively leaned away from him. You were made to feel uncomfortable with this sudden behavior change, and you kept wary eyes on him as his piercing silver-gray eyes bore into yours.

“What is your secret?” You asked.

After a long pause and eyes still locked into yours, he said, “I’m a Cancer.”

A burst of involuntary laughter erupted from you. You leaned your elbows on the table with a thud, and burried your face into your hand, convulsing.

“This is funny to you?” Tomas asked, “I’m telling you my secret……..it is very precious to me!”

It was hard to take this seriously, and you couldn’t help but find this sudden shift of behaviour amusing.

He waited until you to calm down. “I-I’m so-sorry! I-I d-didn’t me-mean to-“

“I interrupt you again,” he cut you off, waving his hand dismissively, “As I said, it is a precious secret…very…very…..very………very precious.”

Swallowing hard, you managed to stop laughing, “Thank you for sh-sharing your secr-secret with me.” Your were finding it hard to keep a straight face, so you smiled and gestured for him to go on.

“I know I look scary on the outside………like, very…very, very, very, very, very scary. I look tough like a Russian Villain!” This he said with an over-exaggerated tough guy look pumping his fist in front of him. Then he softened his demeanor to the same pouty expression, “But I’m very soft in the inside.” He rubbed his left chest emphatically, “I’m a sensitive man. Very, very, very, very, very sensitive……….like my feelings get hurt very, very easily.”

“How have I hurt your feelings, Tomas?” you asked trying to be empathetic, a chuckle betraying you.

“You don’t talk to me,” he answered, still pouty-faced.

Despite your amusement, you were taken-aback since you’ve always responded to his questions and when he initiates conversations. To be honest, you’ve always kept to yourself and minded your own business, until you got to know someone well enough to open up to and engage in more than superficial conversations,

“I don't talk to you?" You repeated, "What do you want to talk about?”

“Ask me about………my hair,” he said, “Ask me why it is gray.”

Now that he brought it up, you seized the opportunity to satisfy the curiosity, “Is that your natural hair colour?”

He cocked his head to one side, “My mother was a moon sprite…my father was a fire lord….he is human. It’s a sad story, I’m sorry.” His face contorted as if about to cry.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m listening,” you reassured, “I want to hear it.

“My people were persecuted, so my mother put me in a basket to help me escape. It travelled down the river from my kingdom all the way to China and my hair turned from red to gray……because it was cold. My fire became smoke,” he finished now with a deadpan expression, “The end!” He finished in a sing-song voice with a cheery expression and raising his hands with upturned palms.

Reluctantly, you told him it was a good story. It sounded ridiculous to you, but knowing about the existence of magical realms and beings, you thought that there may be plausibility in his story and that he’s using humour to cope. It is also possible that he was trying to connect with people and was secretly lonely. You now felt terrible for laughing.

“Thank you for sharing your story with me, Tomas. I’ll be sure to ask more questions about you,” You reassured, “I normally don’t ask a lot of questions when I don’t know people very well, because I don’t know if a question is personal or not.”

“What personal questions?” Tomas asked, leaning in curiously, eyes wide like a child.

“Well, you know, like if someone’s married, how old someone is, or what their family life is like, or-“

“Are you married?” he asked.

You paused, “I decline to answer.”

“How old are you?”

“I’d rather not say,” you replied warily.

“Why?”

“And it’s rude to ask someone that.”

“Why?”

“Some people are sensitive about their age.”

“Why?”

You paused, “They just don’t like being asked that question.”

“Why?”

“Okay, this is getting nowhere,” you smiled awkwardly, trying to get out of the topic.

“You’re being serious again!” Tomas exclaimed, “Even your food is serious.” He gestured at his plate.

You blinked, “I’m sorry, what? My food is “serious”?”

“Your food………it’s too serious,” he picked up his fork and poked through the salad, the chicken, and the pasta, “Where are my brownies? Where are my Skittles?”

The then spooned the soup, pretending to look for something, “Where is my ice cream?”

You shrugged, “Well, I want to make sure that you eat health-“

He held a hand up to stop you, “Sorry, I interrupt you,” he said, “Now you hurt my Cancer feelings again.”

“Go on, please explain,” you gestured for him to continue.

“I like tasty food…..just not too serious…….If everything is too serious, there is no fun.”

Nodding slowly, you agreed empathetically, “You’re right.”

He slammed a hand on the table, “Of course, I’m right!”

This action made you jump, but you looked at him expectantly to continue.

“I am a human being! I have feelings,” He said, rubbing his left chest again, “…..…needs……..I want fun! Please consider my feelings.”

“You right, I’m sorry, I sh-“

“I don’t want your, “I’m sorry!” he said loudly, he slammed his hand on the table again, “I want action!”

You shut your eyes with a suppressed smile, processing the interaction. You were undoubtedly amused, but what part of this was serious? You wanted to read between the lines to find the meaning, but that was a task for later.

“How about this?” you began slowly, “Why don’t I bring you on my next Costco run after I pick you up during the weekend, then we’ll eat out. What do you think?”

“No serious?” He asked, wide-eyed.

“No serious,” you affirmed, nodding and smiling.

“Ok!” He then cracked a wide, innocent smile, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!”

You let him finish his dinner, and proceeded to clear the table and clean up after he was done. Once your duties for the evening were done, you headed to your room and hit the shower.

He reverted back to the self that you were familiar with, like the entire strange conversation never happened. But you got a good laugh out of it.

You let the cats out. Instantly, they gravitated towards Tomas, who gladly indulged them. He also insisted in helping you, you explained that since he was a guest, he wouldn’t be doing any of that. However, interacting the kitties would always be welcomed.

Was it ever an interesting day, and it ended with you laughing your self to sleep. Little did you know, your dinners would become…interesting.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue April 1, 1965

Grès Haute Couture Collection Spring/Summer 1965. Jane Holzer wears a long dress, enlarged Paisley pattern, a glow of burnished orange with pink, green and turquoise… a muslin bias on a straight orange linen shirt. Neck and arm strapping: a flash of yellow and green jewelry. Schlumberger bracelets for Tiffany. Carita Hairstyle.

Grès Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1965. Jane Holzer porte une robe longue, motif Paisley agrandi, une lueur d'orange bruni avec du rose, du vert et du turquoise… un biais de mousseline sur une chemise droite de lin orange. Cerclage du cou et des bras : un éclair de bijoux jaunes et verts. Bracelets de Schlumberger pour Tiffany. Coiffure Carita.

Photo William Klein vogue archive

[detournementsmineurs]

Pendentif "Papillon Orange" de la Maison Vever en platine, or blanc, pâte de verre et diamants (circa 1900) à l'exposition “Dans l'Intimité de Vever, Bijoux et Objets depuis 1821” chez la Maison Vever, rue de la Paix, juin 2023.

[dwsrkhns]

Kemarin tuh liat Somethinc ngeluarin tinted sunscreen, sebagai orang yang cari moisturizer tinted biar ga jadi terlalu dempul gitu ini amat menarik. Adikku pernah pakai cushionnya yang Hooman, dia pakai Shade Nina. Berhubung cushion dia udah abis dan saya belum sempet cobain shadenya, jadi kemarin kita berdua coba beli share in jarnya dan coba dua shade bijoux sama nina..

Atas bijoux, bawah nina.. Ini cuma 2x pakai guys kita berdua cobain udah langsung abis isinya wkwk.. Klaimnya si bijoux ini light warm kalo nina itu medium neutral warm, ngga beda jauh guys warnanya beneran cuma beda hint kuningnya sedikit aja..

Pas pakai bijoux

Pakai nina

Keliatan ngga bedanya? Wkwk.. Better yang mana di aku menurut kalian bijoux (kanan) apa nina (kiri)?

[tiremascriancasdasala]

Achei isso perdido num arquivo antigo, editei 2 ou 3 respostas et voilá! (:

Color Asks

red: describe your favorite shirt

Cinza, decote em V e tem um pequeno furo na frente.

orange: if you could, would you change your eye color? why? to what color, if so?

Não mudaria.

yellow: name of an artist you think is underappreciated

Alabama Shakes.

green: do you have a favourite flower?

Gérberas.

blue: preferred type of weather?

Qualquer um que não me faça suar: fresco, frio, ventandinho...

magenta: do you keep your fingernails long or short?

Short. With dark nail polish.

turquoise: favorite sea animal?

Polvos.

fuchsia: favorite land animal?

Cachorro.

cyan: are you religious? spiritual?

Religiosa não. Talvez um pouco (bem pouco) espiritual.

sea green: can you fold a fitted sheet?

Sinceramente, eu nem nunca tentei. Faço um “bolinho” e tá ótimo.

violet: are you a part of the lgbt+ community?

Não. Meu defeito é ser hétero. ):

amber: what's saved as your phone's lockscreen?

Uma linda estampa da Pip Studio. (:

aqua: do you thrift?

Sim!

pink: what's your natural hair color?

Grisalho.

beige: have any pets? what're their names?

Nop.

black: would you ever try going vegetarian or vegan?

Não!

coral: an animal you wish hadn't gone extinct

Mamute.

grey: how many languages do you speak? do you want to learn any more?

Português, inglês e castelhano.

maroon: do you care for clothing brands?

Nem um pouco!

rose: favourite scent on a person? 

Cheiro de banho tomado.

charcoal: have you ever been camping?

Jamais!

claret: do you play an instrument? do you want to learn to play any?

Não.

copper: gold or silver jewelry?

Silver.

cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any?

Nenhum piercing. Umas 19 tattoos.

salmon: how many pairs of sunglasses do you own?

Três.

ebony: would you ever want to play a game on television? (jeopardy, family fued, etc)

Nunca.

indigo: have you ever lived on a farm?

Sim.

emerald: if you had the option, would you choose to move and live in another country? which one?

Sim, iria criar ovelhas na Islândia.

lavender: relationship status?

Feliz! (:

erin: what was/is your best school subject?

Bioquimica e fisiologia.

mauve: any unpopular opinions?

Não concordo com tudo o que é considerado “politicamente correto”.

fulvous: another name you think would suit you

Devo ter cara de Tatiana, pq muita gente acha que este é o meu nome.

coconut: a subject you enjoy learning about

Joalheria! (((:

porcelain: an tv show you used to Love

Anos incríveis e Mad Men

fawn: any interesting family stories?

Nop.

gold: do you wear your socks mismatched?

Nop.

honey: your thoughts on magic- does it exist?

Acho que existe.

rust: form of art you enjoy doing?

Cozinhar, bordar e fazer jóias.

ginger: any sideblogs?

Nop.

cherry: YouTubers you enjoy watching?

Nenhum.

wine: do you have a 'type'

Não acho que seja um “tipo”, é mais pré-requisito: não ser burro, nem tosco (ou seja, não pode ser Bolsominion nem terraplanista) #FORABOLSONARO

mahogany: your sun, moon, and rising signs

Não faço a menor ideia!

blood: twin beds, queen, or king?

Queen.

plum: a food you've never tried

Eu como até pedra. Não tenho preconceito.

lilac: dogs, cats, or fish?

Cachorros.

amethyst: do you collect anything?

Bijoux: anéis, pulseiras e colares.

mulberry: earbuds or headphones?

Headphones.

azure: jean jackets?

Não tenho nada contra, mas não costumo usar.

teal: have a job?

Sou espiã secreta.

denim: kill the spider or take it outside?

Kill.

sapphire: do you think you can sing well?

Nop.

mint: favourite flavour of gum?

Melancia.

pecan: shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up?

Nina Simone – Take care of business

penny: icecream or cake

Cake. With icecream.

ash: can you do your own makeup?

Uso apenas o básico, então consigo.

jade: ever written fanfiction?

Nop.

grape: how many blogs do you follow?

Uns mil.

umber: do you brush your teeth before you eat?

Claro!

prussian blue: what's your first choice at the vending machine

Batata chips e Coca Cola

aquamarine: beach or pool

Piscina

brass: least favorite food condiment

Coentro.

mustard: how much sugar in your tea/coffee?

Nenhum.

silver: ever broken a bone?

Nop.

rose quartz: rings or necklaces

Anéis!

burgundy: ever ridden a motorcycle?

Já, mas sou “garupa”, não sei pilotar.

scarlet: favorite Holiday

Carnaval. Tenho um encosto de Chacrete.

apricot: opinion on 3 in 1 body wash/hair wash 

Tanto faz!

[redolentgrove]

“Loki, relax. I know you like her a lot, but just worry about being a good friend before you worry about confessing a crush. One foot in front of the other, not both leaping forward.”

The hybrid chuckled mirthfully as she and Cascade made their way to the Chuck E. Cheese building listed on their invitations. “Easy for you to say, she with no feet,” she teased, earning a gentle hip bump from the naga for her ribbing. “Hey, it’s true. Ironic you’re so footloose when you don’t have any to loosen.”

“Look,” Cascade trilled, “I’ve never been all that focused on love. If it happens, it happens. I’m not one to get attached the instant I see a single pretty Pokemon like some others are.”

Loki blushed slightly, her tail drooping. “Not my fault she’s such a fascinating kitty! Look, I like who I like… all the advice in the world isn’t going to make me any less of a disaster lesbian about pretty women. But maybe I could try slowing down a bit…”

Cascade cackled at the “disaster lesbian” comment, her tailtip swishing dangerously, almost whip-like in its ferocity.

“Mom? Who’s this?”

A Cinccino-taur appeared to the pair’s right, standing there in an academy uniform with a bashful smile. A small box with orange wrapping and blue ribbon sat in a little basket on her taurback, the bow peeking impressively over the top of its container. She looked over at Cascade with her fluffy tail swaying lightly. “You’re pretty. Are you Mom’s new girlfriend?”

“Bijoux!” Loki chided, unable to hold back a raspy laugh.

Cascade gasped and glowed a beet red at that comment, slinking back with an eventual giggle of her own. “Oh, honey… no, no… I’m not dating Loki! I barely know her…. we’re just friends! Thank you for the compliment, though…” The Dragonair slithered over to Bijoux with a gentle nod, holding out her right hand. “I’m Cascade. You must be… Bijoux, right? Your mom told me a lot about you. Incredibly smart, incredibly cute… well, that last one is just my opinion.”

Bijoux reached out with her left arm and took the offered hand, the taur lowering her head at the compliments. “Thanks… uh, Cascade, was it? Nice to meet you. Sorry, you two just looked so happy cutting up like that, I thought maybe… no, nevermind.”

“I wish,” Loki rumbled. “We’re just friends, Bijoux. Besides, I’ve got a different woman on my mind…”

“Anyway,” Cascade interjected, breaking the handshake, “Glad you could make it, Bijoux.”

“You brought a gift?” Loki shook her head. “Bijoux, you know you didn’t have to… oh well. I brought one, too; I guess it can’t be helped.” The grass-type patted her left saddlebag and smiled warmly. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”

“I just hope the kids don’t think you two are part of the list of rides,” Cascade joked, sticking out her tongue.

“We’d make a lot of tokens if we were,” Bijoux quipped immediately, garnering a sharp glare from her mother. “I mean, it’s true…”

“I’m not interested in making money off of that,” Loki grumbled, her voice more gentle that her gaze. “Now come on. Let’s go inside and drop off the gifts with Vekpa, then split up and play some games, okay?”

(Loki, Cascade and Bijoux are available for event asks!)

[styleofdiamandis]

                  LOVE + FEAR TOUR: MAGGIE BARRY

Marina promoted her album “Love + Fear” with a world tour, which was her fourth tour! It was announced alongside the album and began on April 29, 2019, in Newcastle, England and concluded on November 18, 2019, in Madrid, Spain.

All of the styling was done by Mercedes Natalia and Fernanda Clark! Let’s check out the designs of one the designers.

Marina and Mercedes closely worked with two Los Angeles-based costume designers. Introducing to you: Maggie Barry! Barry created a plethora of pleather bodysuits with matching chaps, organza ruffles and detachable boleros. The first set I’m presenting you is the red one.

She combined it with red accessories, such as these Alison Lou medium-sized Jelly hoop earrings...

...and these Chinese Laundry Rami red suede slouchy knee-high boots!

Can you guess how many Barry created? Here’s the white version which is, shape-wise, identical to the red version above.

The superstar accentuated her white look with these Forever 21 star-shaped strass earrings...

...and a pair of matching over-the-knee white patent leather boots by Jeffrey Campbell. One of her favorite go-to brands for on-stage footwear!

For the blue version, which M wore on opening night, Barry additionally created a matching organza cape coat with ruffle trim!

Marina wore it with her Hermina Athens Amalthea gold-plated sterling silver statement necklace.

To match the color of her dress, Marina chose a pair of classic Vans light-blue canvas lace-up sneakers.

My favorite one of ‘em all is probably this apple-green one, which also features a pair of matching chaps and chiffon train. She switched up the accessories for this one a lot so let’s check them out together!

At the Boston Music Festival, our girl’s ears were decorated with these Marni pink lucite sphere hoop earrings!

In Milan, she wore a pair of ZARA gold-hammered heart earrings with pearl insets...

...and the “Dolce Vita” gold link chain and crystal letter necklace by Bijoux de Famille.

M completed this look with a modified green version of these Jeffrey Campbell Orville fringe-trimmed Western leather boots.

Lastly, Marina pulled out an orange and pink version of the same ensemble! I love how she always switched up the accessories.

For the orange look, she wore her favorite Chanel gold-tone metal diamond-shaped textured CC logo clip earrings...

...and the gold sunburst logo necklace, another vintage treasure from the French maison.

The Huarache sneakers in full white by Nike were added for a comfortable touch.

[daisydesetoiles]

Flufftober 2024 : Erreur d'identité

6 octobre

Erreur d'identité (Mistaken identity)

Stella & MacLéo (Dragon Quest IX)

Stella était en train de fouiller dans les placards et les penderies du palais de Lanfair lorsque MacLéo la surprit, agenouillée sur une chaise curule. Elle était tournée de trois quarts et portait, drapés sur ses deux épaules, des parures et des vêtements qu'elle avait chipés dans diverses malles. Ses ailes roses de fée n'étaient donc pas visibles.

Les investigations de Daisy sur l'Empire Klenfer avaient conduite la fan de mode à en apprendre un peu plus sur les coutumes vestimentaires, les tendances et les accessoires prestigieux de cette ancienne civilisation disparue avec son roi cruel, il y avait trois cents ans. Évidemment, ça n'avait pas été fait à dessein: son amie ne s'intéressait qu'au règne de Godeffroy et de Govin, leurs rencontres avec les Célestelliens et leurs différentes pratiques mortuaires. Leurs traditions d'escrime aussi, par plaisir. Stella s'était retrouvée emballée par ce que les sources décrivaient de leur mode et elle avait décidé d'emprunter des "échantillons" pour les combiner, dessiner de nouveaux vêtements et, qui sait ? demander (ou plutôt charger Daisy de demander) à un tailleur de les confectionner, pour qu'elle devienne une vraie star du fashion et de l'avant-gardisme.

En attendant, la petite fée portait toujours ses vêtements habituels, sa robe-bustier à froufrous orange, ses chaussettes noires et ses escarpins à nœuds. Une voix ronronnante et stupéfaite s'exclama derrière elle:

« Que sont donc ces vêtures que vous portez là? Ils n'affichent rien du luxe et de l'ostentatoire que vous prisez d'habitude. »

Stella sursauta sur le rembourrage en velours cramoisi, tâché par le temps, de la chaise curule. Elle se tourna vers l'entrée du salon intime/garde-robe et découvrit la silhouette fantomatique, à la fois humaine et panthère, de MacLéo. Il la dévisageait sans animosité, mais avec une pointe de méfiance – ou alors, c'était les museaux de grands félins qui donnaient toujours cet air défiant. La petite fée ne trouva rien d'autre à faire que d'afficher une honnêteté détonante :

« Quel luxe? Quel os-tentation ? s'indigna-t-elle en laissant tomber la boîte à bijoux qu'elle était en train de fouiller. Je n'ai pas besoin de ça pour briller de mille feux ! La mode sert à magnifier ce qui l'est déjà par nature, pas à construire une façade de bric et de broc !

-Je suis étonné de vous entendre dire cela, Impératrice, répondit le général en venant s'agenouiller avec devant elle. La curiosité et l'humilité sont deux parures qui vous vont très bien. Je ne peux que vous encourager dans cette voie.

-Imp… quoi ? balbutia Stella. Eh bien, c'est vrai que je ne me débrouille pas trop mal pour assortir les bustiers et les plumes des tenues catastrophiques de celle qui me sert de meilleure amie…

-Vous parlez de votregardienne ? Je vois donc que vous vous attachez également à la camaraderie. Permettez-moi de refaire pour vous l'ourlé de cette robe bleue que vous portez sur l'épaule. Elle est un peu trop longue pour vous et je sais que les travaux d'aiguilles vous abîment les doigts.

-Ah ! Mais oui, je vois où est la gêne! Vous me prenez pour... »

Stella ferma la bouche avant de terminer sa phrase. Il la prenait pour l'ancienne fiancée de son roi, l'Impératrice Stellestelle. La petite fée en avait vaguement entendu parler quand Daisy étudiait l'ancien royaume. Eh bien, si c'était ce qu'il avait en tête, elle n'allait pas le détromper! Il restait un général de l'Empire Klenfer, dévoué et très dangereux, et sa meilleure amie lui avait déjà collé une raclée deux fois…

« Je vous prends simplement pour la reine que j'ai toujours su que vous deviendriez, répondit MacLéo en repliant le bas de la robe. Il est normal de commettre des égarements de jugement lorsqu'on est encore une jeune fille... »

Stella ne répondit pas. Elle était sûre que MacLéo faisait erreur sur la personne. Mais elle était sûre aussi de l'avoir connu quand il était humain. Pour elle, les retrouvailles des âmes existaient bel et bien.

[fantasyplusimpression]

Une robe qui change ? C’est ici

N’oubliez pas de suivre la page pour découvrir les nouveautés ☀️ @fantasyplusimpression

[timelessfineries]

Parure de bijoux africains Massai orange et multicolores ::: Timeless Fineries

https://www.etsy.com/fr/listing/1744980960/parure-de-bijoux-africains-assortis

[elfaen]

Handmade jewelry : blue earings are for me whereas orange jewels are for a friend's daughter.

[raymond-quenotte]

[quelque part avant l'été 2023]

je veux passer l'été dans une vieille maison, qui est toute fraîche à l'intérieur et toute verte à l'extérieur, je veux parler tout doucement, je veux pas internet mais je veux être entourée, je veux porter du vert et du rose et du orange et des bijoux qui font du bruit quand je marche

je veux de l'eau, je veux me baigner dans l'eau bleu, dans l'eau verte, dans l'eau à paillettes, je veux me baigner toute nue, je veux me coucher dans l'herbe toute nue, je veux devenir lézarde, je ne veux pas de vis-à-vis

je veux manger des choses rouges et vertes, je veux que ça croque, que ça croustille, que ça soit sucré, que ce soit plein d'eau

je ne veux pas comparer mon corps au corps des autres, je ne veux pas qu'on me regarde, je veux juste qu'on me frôle, qu'on m'enlace puis qu'on me laisse me coucher seule, dans un grand lit, dans des draps délavés et usés par tous les étés d'avant, de quand j'étais pas là

je veux avoir chaud, je veux la moiteur avant la douche froide, je veux avoir du sang à la citronnelle pour que les moustiques me laisse tranquille, je veux le vent, la mer, la montagne, les champs de blés qui dansent

je veux la musique qui accompagne chacun de mes pas, je veux la présence tranquille de mes animaux, je veux des lectures estivales

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue February 15, 1965

Jeweled bottom, tied in brocade, above. Strips of gold and silver brocade, bows tied on a cluster of rhinestones at the ankle of a dark nylon stocking. Stanley Philipson sandal. Bottom: Mary Grey. Walking shoe, strapped, right. Yellow suede slingback, held at the heel, buckled in brass, wearing the most cheerful knitted wool stockings in yellow, orange, pink city. Continentals shoe, in Fleming-Joffe leather. Micia's stockings.

Bas orné de bijoux, noué en brocart, ci-dessus. Bandes de brocart or et argent, nœuds noués sur un groupe de strass à la cheville d'un bas en nylon foncé. Sandale de Stanley Philipson. Bas : Mary Grey. Chaussure de marche, sanglée, à droite. Slingback en suède jaune, retenu au talon, bouclé en laiton, portant le plus gai bas en laine tricotée en ville jaune, orange, rose. Chaussure de Continentals, en cuir Fleming-Joffe. Bas de Micia. Photo Art Kane vogue archive

[fafou-en-finlande24]

Samedi 16 Mars : Retour à la capitale Helsinki.

J'ai quand même un peu mieux dormi une fois la gamine assez crevée pour dormir. 

J'arrive pile à l'heure à 9h15. Je rejoins à pied l'auberge de jeunesse The Yard, au 3ème étage d'un immeuble à moins de 500m de la sortie de la gare. 

Je repère l'endroit où se situe la consigne à bagages pour déposer mon gros bagage. 

Je rencontre Rebecca, la jeune fille de l'accueil avec qui j'avais communiqué et je prends quelques informations touristiques. 

Je pars à pied d'abord puis comprends vite qu'il faut que j'achète mon ticket journée en ligne car ce n'est pas possible aux bornes de tramway. 

Une fois pris mon pass transport à 11 euros (qui comprendra aussi mon train vers l'aéroport demain matin), je monte dans un tram pour deux arrêts et descends place du Sénat où siège aussi, en haut des grandes marches en granit, la cathédrale de Helsinki. 

C'est un bijou d'architecture, avec entrée en prix libre (on vous conseille quand même 5 euros). 

Elle est plutôt sobre à l'intérieur, peu de dorures, de peintures, des couleurs bleu pastel clair, dans un même ton que ses coupoles extérieures avec leurs étoiles dorées. Les bancs sont en bois clair vernis (peut être du boulot) et fermés par des portillons. 

Il fait un brouillard assez bas et on a du mal à distinguer le haut de la plupart des bâtiments. 

Je file ensuite en direction du petit marché sur le quai où il y a des restaurateurs sous des petits barnums oranges. 

Je fais étape dans une grande boutique de souvenirs qui regroupe seulement des artisans finlandais.

Il y en a pour tous les goûts et c'est d'une richesse artistique vraiment intéressante (bijoux en bois, masques d'animaux en fer, travail du verre, du métal). 

J'achète quelques trucs et me trouve un petit pendentif à rajouter à ma collection, et représentative de cette première expérience, une jolie chouette. 

Je me rends ensuite au marché et y déjeune. Je choisis un stand où ils font du poisson frit mais aussi de la soupe de saumon. 

Je la déguste avec la part de pizza de Sam. Je vais ensuite rejoindre l'embarcadère du bateau vers la citadelle de Suomenlinna. 

Mon ticket de transport à la journée comprend cette traversée. Je prends celui de 13h, pour un trajet d'une dizaine de minutes, à travers la glace brisée les premières centaines de mètres. 

Cette citadelle s'étend sur plusieurs îles et on a vite fait du passer pas mal de temps. Je ne rentre pas dans les musées mais balade tranquillement explorant les bâtiments militaires, une épave de sous marin, le tout toujours dans le brouillard ce qui donne une ambiance un peu irréelle, mystérieuse. 

Marcher sur les remparts, avec la mer Baltique gelée en morceaux plus ou moins géométriques, flâner, on en oublierait la petite pluie et la température proche de zéro. 

Je fais un bout de chemin avec un couple de retraités très sympas qui me disent qu'eux naviguent et viennent voir la citadelle l'hiver car il y a trop de touristes l'été. 

Je reprends le bateau puis décide de rentrer à l'auberge en tramway. Je repars un peu plus tard, bien décidé à voir l'église orthodoxe. 

Je ne pourrai rentrer car il y a une messe mais elle a l'air beaucoup plus ornée. 

De l'extérieur elle est rouge, en briques, et les coupoles sont dorées, à l'architecture d'influence russe. 

Je longe à pied le quai puis marche vers le centre évoluant sous la pluie, jetant des coups d'œil aux restaurants (je passe devant le restaurant Pastis). 

Je m'arrête chez Fafa's, pas mon collègue de Détours du Monde, mais un resto tout petit spécialisé dans les falafels. 

J'y prends un Burger aux falafels et au houmous, des frites et des choux fleurs frits. C'est vraiment très bon et affreusement meilleur marché que tous les restaurants que j'ai vu jusqu'ici.

Je reprends un bout de tramway et finis à pied. Le pub irlandais en bas de la rue est déjà bien animé (c'est la saint Patrick me semble t'il).

La zone commune est un peu plus animée que tout à l'heure et les fragrances de cuisine asiatique flottent dans l'air.

Je vais me doucher et je mets à sécher mon manteau. Je me couche tôt, vers 21h car mon vol étant à 7h, pour être dans les temps, je dois prendre le premier train HSL à 5h06, et donc me lever à 4h30.

[briefranchweaselhuman]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NWT Bijoux Terner Printed Silk Scarf Spring Summer Mixed Daisy Garden.