#broken china necklace

[littlealienproducts]

Vintage Broken China ~ Beautiful Hummingbird in a Ring of Roses by 34Roses

[miryum]

"Brian and Lacy"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

Series Masterlist

Okay, so because of @theperksofsimplybeingme and their sweet ask, I'm gonna release another chapter today...

Y/n stood behind the podium in the briefing room, Captain Wayne rigid next to her. “Okay, sixty-six, say hello to Roman Sionis, Gotham��s biggest identity thief. Last week, he walked into a government building and stole a computer containing over one hundred thousand social security numbers. My C.I. says that tonight Sionis will be handing off the laptop to a buyer from China.”

Wayne spoke up. “I want you and Todd to tail Sionis until he makes the drop. Arrest him and the buyer.” His eyes flickered to Dick in a sardonic look.

Y/n’s jaw twitched but she held up two thumbs. “Sounds good, although I should probably just take Steph. I know Jason has a ton of work, so…” She trailed off.

“No, I don't,” Jason said.

“Really?” Her brows shot up. “I could have sworn I overheard you telling Tim, ‘Girlfriend, please. I got hella open cases.’”

Jason squinted at her. “You really think that came out of my mouth?”

“Oh, hell yeah. No doubt. No doubt.”

“That's enough,” Wayne commanded. “L/n and Todd will track Sionis. Brown and Drake will guide them in a surveillance van. Unless you have a problem with that?”

“Sounds great!” Y/n gave him a thumbs up again and the detectives started to file out of the room. “In the immortal words of Jason Todd, ‘We got this, boo!’”

Jason cornered Y/n in the briefing room and asked quietly, “did I do something to you? Are you mad for some reason?”

“What?” She scoffed. “No!” 

“Then why are you trying to keep me off the case?”

“Oh, that.” Y/n picked at her cuticles. “All right, look, the reason that I don’t wanna work with you is... should I do this in an accent so that I can undercut some of the awkwardness I'm feeling?”

“No.”

“Fine. You know how you’re going out with Rose?” Y/n flailed her hands in an Italian gesture and said in an accompanying accent, “that-a really bum-eda me out, grazie.”

“Italian?” Jason raised a brow. He had completely forgotten to tell Y/n he had broken up with Rose.

Y/n sighed. “Yeah, it was a bad choice. I'm so much better at German.” She glanced up at the ceiling and swallowed roughly. In a small voice so unlike her own, she admitted, “I- I guess I was kinda thinking of asking you out.”

“Oh.” Jason flushed, not knowing what to say.

“But I don’t wanna be a home wrecker and I know you like Rose. I don’t want to get in the way of that, but that’s the reason I’m acting so weird. Let’s just forget I ever said anything and go on this assignment.” Y/n started out of the room and called back to Jason in a rough German accent, “It will all be good and professional!”

Y/n, Jason, Steph, and Tim were sitting in the back of an unmarked police van, watching Sionis pull up to an elite restaurant, a girl on his arm. “Why is he getting out here?” Tim asked Y/n, “I thought your C.I. said the drop was happening in a park?”

Y/n shrugged. “Maybe he's having dinner with his sidepiece first?”

“Sionis has the laptop with him,” Jason observed. “We should just arrest him right here!”

Y/n shook her head. “No, no, the buyer's the bigger collar. We've got to follow him in the restaurant and wait for the handoff.”

“Okay, if you're going in, I've heard this place has an amazing Brie and Crab,” Steph commented. She chuckled, adding, “not that I've ever had a bad one.”

“All right, let's go.” Y/n stood up, moving towards the van door.

“No, wait, we look like cops.” Jason shook his head. “We're never gonna blend in like this.”

Y/n took off her GCPD windbreaker to reveal a normal, plain t-shirt and jeans. “Okay, how's that?”

“Uh, I don't know.” Jason squinted at her, glancing at Tim. 

Tim, in return, said, “You still kinda look like a cop. Put your necklace on the outside and tuck in the shirt.” Y/n did as she was told and Tim nodded in confirmation. He turned to Jason. “You need a jacket or something.”

“I’m… not sure anything will fit me…” Jason looked around the van, searching for an article of clothing. He spotted Captain Wayne’s blazer from a past assignment. His eyebrows rose. “Well, it’ll be a little short, but Wayne left his sports coat back here. But it’s almost a little… too formal.”

Y/n gasped. “Dude. Unless…”

“No, I’m not doing that.” Jason’s lips thinned into a sharp line.

“You have to.” Y/n grinned.

“I'm not gonna do it.”

“You're doing it,” Y/n decided for him.

“What? What do you have to do?” Tim asked.

“Don Johnson it,” Jason sighed heavily.

“Don Johnson it!” Y/n squealed.

Y/n strolled into the restaurant, Jason on her arm. Jason’s cheeks were permanently flushed with red, his coat arms rolled up. He couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. “I look like an idiot.”

Y/n nudged him in the side and asked slowly, “Oooookay, do you have a visual on…” She turned around and came face to face with the hostess. She quickly revised her answer, saying, “the hostess stand? Hi. Table for two, please.”

The hostess scrunched her face in false dismay. “I'm so sorry. There's nothing available. We're all booked up.”

“Oh, no, that's horrible,” Jason cut in, stepping forward. The hostess looked him up and down, her tongue poking out, wetting her lips slightly. “Tonight's a really important night for us,” he explained. “Lacy and I just got engaged and this is where our first date was.” The hostess’ eyes widened, and her face flashed with disappointment, guilt, and jealousy.

Y/n caught on, smiling brightly. “Oh, yes, it would mean so much to Brian and me.”

“I would have made a reservation, but I didn't know if she was gonna say yes, so…” Jason sucked in a breath through his teeth. The hostess looked at Y/n, appalled at the prospect of not saying yes to this Greek god of a man.

“Oh, you’re so cute when you’re nervous, my love.” Y/n giggled.

A young woman piped up from beside them, “you are just so sweet together!” 

The hostess exhaled and said, “I'm sure I can find room for two lovers.”

Y/n stared at her, humming stoically. “Yes, we are lovers... together... in the beds and stuff.”

The hostess, after an awkward moment, clicked her tongue and gestured for them to follow her. Jason whispered to Y/n as they trailed behind the hostess, “sorry about springing the engagement and romantic shit on you.”

Y/n shook her head, keeping her gaze straight ahead. “No, no, no. It was great. I mean, it's what got us in here. However, the honeymoon's over, Brian. We're back to being Jason and Y/n, two totally normal cops working a totally normal job.”

The pair sat down at their table, scanning the restaurant for any sign of Sionis. Next to them, however, the young woman from before reached over and lightly touched Y/n’s arm. “You're the couple that just got engaged!”

Jason and Y/n glanced over to where Roman Sionis and his mistress sat. Jason grimaced and muttered, “yep. That's us, Brian and Lacy, a couple for sure.”

Y/n stared at the plates in front of her. She addressed Sionis and his mistress, “wow, champagne and oysters. You really shouldn't have, guys.”

Sionis grinned and shrugged. “Well, it's a special night.”

His mistress leaned on her elbow, enamoured by the love story. “So when did you two meet?”

Y/n glanced over at Jason, who took the lead. “About a year ago, we bumped into each other at a bar, and well, we haven’t been able to separate since.”

“Mm. So how did you know she was the one?”

Y/n raised her brows and suppressed a smile. She’d like to know the answer to that too.

“I… Uh,” Jason stammered. “You know, just whenever I look at her face and romance stuff… I guess? And, you know, there's really no one else's opinion who I care about more than hers, so… I guess I’ve always known…” he trailed off and bashfully looked at Y/n.

“And you?” Sionis’ mistress asked the other detective.

“Uh…” Y/n swallowed and admitted, “He always knows what to say and do. He sees me for who I am even when I try to hide myself.”

The woman cooed before getting down to business. “Okay, so enough chit chat. Let's see the ring!”

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “Oh! Right! People buy overly expensive jewels for their lovers because that’s something society has brainwashed us into thinking we need to do even when it’s just a way to continue the cycle of consumerism and social class.” She nodded once and said bluntly, “Yeah, I don't have it on me.”

“It’s getting resized,” Jason offered an explanation.

Sinois nodded and stood, straightening his suit jacket. “Can you get the car from the valet, babe? I'm going to say hi to the chef.”

The mistress bounced up and waggled her fingers at the detectives. “Good luck on your wedding! Oh, and have fun on your honeymoon.”

“We will.” Y/n said loudly, “We're going to Shiloh, Virginia.”

“Huh. Okay… bye.”

Jason hissed to Y/n, “Shiloh, Virginia?”

“It was just on Criminal Minds!” Y/n defended.

“Whatever. Sionis took the laptop case with him. He's gonna make the drop. Let's go.” Jason stood and Y/n followed him towards the back. Together, they peeked in the kitchen window. “Look, there's the buyer.”

Sionis smiled and held his hand out to a man dressed in a chef’s uniform. “Or maybe he's just actually saying hi to the chef?” Y/n scratched her nose. “Why isn't he making the handoff?” Just then, Sionis turned towards the kitchen entrance and made eye contact with both of them.

“Fuck, he saw us.” Jason cursed, ducking away and pulling Y/n with him. “Do you trust me?” he asked desperately.

“With my life,” was Y/n’s immediate reply.

Just as the kitchen door opened, Jason pressed Y/n against the wall and captured his lips with hers. It only took the girl a moment to reciprocate, soon getting lost in the feeling. A small part of her flew back in time to last year’s Halloween party bus stint, just another trick, but she was quick to push it away.

Sionis paused as he saw the pair making out. “Oh. Uh… Excuse me.”

Jason pulled away from Y/n and breezily said, “Oh, hey. We were just looking for a place to, uh…” He winked knowingly.

“Boink.” Y/n said quickly, panic filling her brain.

Jason slowly looked down at her, unbelievingly. “Yes. Boink. That's my preferred term for it as well.”

Sionis chuckled. “I get it. Newly engaged kids. Enjoy.”

Once he turned the corner, Y/n pushed Jason off of her, somewhat reluctantly. Heat filled her chest and her heart constricted. “Yep. Yep. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool. We kept our cover intact. Good work. Quick, professional thinking out there.”

Jason agreed, smoothing his hair back. “Very quick. Very professional.” He nodded once towards Y/n. “Detective.”

“Detective.”

“So how was the restaurant?” Steph asked once Y/n and Jason were back in the van. Jason instantly climbed into the passenger seat.

“Such a normal time!” Y/n cried, her laugh high-pitched.

Steph squinted at her and pulled her to the back of the van. She whispered, “why are you being weird, L/n?”

“Jason and I kissed,” Y/n blurted out.

“What?!”

Y/n shook her head. “It was to keep our cover from being blown. We didn't have a choice. It was for work. It was nothing.”

Steph hummed and scrutinised her best friend. From the front, Tim called, “he's pulling over. It's going down.” Y/n and Steph peered out the window and watched Sionis place the briefcase by a bench. “It's not a handoff…” Tim tilted his head. “He's leaving the package.”

“Okay, you and Steph follow Sionis,” Y/n instructed once Sionis left the park hurriedly.

“Right, and you and Jason follow your hearts.” Steph made a heart with her hands and winked at Y/n.

“No. We're gonna stay with the package.” Y/n’s voice was sharp.

“And each other forever!”

Later, in the park as Y/n and Jason hid behind a tree, Y/n asked softly, “hey, seriously, we're cool, right?”

“Yeah, totally. We're fine.” Jason nodded.

“Good. Gosh, you know, I'm actually a little bit hungry,” Y/n rambled. “I never ended up eating at that dumb fancy restaurant. You know what I'm getting on my way home?”

“Pizza from Tony’s? At display temperature?” Jason guessed, smirking slightly.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to get.” Y/n grinned. “And you’re going to get that Chinese food from the takeout place down the street from your apartment.”

“How the hell do you know all that?” 

“Jason.”

“I think I told you that… two years ago?”

“No, Jason, he's looking at us!” Y/n elbowed Jason. She wasn’t wrong; a man standing by the bench was staring over at the tree where the pair was hiding. “Well, this is happening.” She jumped out from behind the tree and held up her gun. “GCPD! Freeze! We are police colleagues! You're under arrest. This is a work event.” 

“Hey, can you sign this arrest report for Sionis and the buyer?” Y/n stood over Jason and tapped his desk with the reports.

“Sure.”

“Great.” She hummed, rocking back and forth on her heels and waiting for Jason to finish.

Jason slowly gave the reports back and said quietly, “Y/n, it’s okay. This whole night was really weird, you know? It’s okay to feel awkward.”

Y/n took a breath. “I know. I just... ugh. I want everything to go back to how it was. It's so awkward.”

“Yeah.”

Y/n forced a smile. “I’m glad you’re dating Rose. It would be even weirder if we were dating… ‘cause we’re just such a great team. We work great together. I don't want to mess that up.”

Jason nodded and swallowed. “Yeah, I don't want everything to change.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“Okay, well, then that's that, Detective L/n.”

“Detective Todd.” Y/n shuffled back to her desk. 

“See you around the precinct.”

“Yerp.”

[dreamingkatie]

Beaufort, Christmas 2021

It’s taken weeks to decorate the house for Christmas. Jeremy’s friends brought in the tree on Monday, and anchored it with fishing line to several points in the ceiling. The back garden is ablaze with lights and music piping through hidden speakers. The Holly and The Ivy plays. I slip my bracelets onto my wrist and twist my hair into a chignon.

Downstairs, every mantle, door, and window is bright with candles and fresh garland. I’ve nestled holly, waxy and sharp, into the greenery and its red berries shine in the low light. The great table overflows with my mother’s china and sterling dinner forks. The kitchen is busy with our usual staff, and I smile at them, adjusting my dress. 

I check the caterer’s timing, watch the bustle back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room – wheels of French cheese, sugared dates, hot chafing dishes. Locked doors and heavy curtains block the north wing, where the plaster still peels and drafts slip through broken windows. My heels echo down the hallways as I move aside, letting the waiters pass, checking the first floor one last time. 

The clock chimes. I hear the first car door close, then another. The sound of gravel crunching beneath tires. I glance out the window. The couple comes up the stone path. Her dress sparkles. They laugh and she holds his arm. I touch the bruise coming up on my cheekbone. 

Jeremy’s footfalls are heavy on the staircase. My stomach flip-flops and I duck into the butler’s pantry, looking once more over the mugs that’ll hold the ladeled soup, counting them silently. Recounting them. His shadow shifts the light, and I look up. The green of his velvet jacket reminds me of moss. 

“You look beautiful,” he says. He closes the space between us, his eyes flickering over my dress. I can smell him, cologne and something sharp, metallic.

“Thank you.” His teeth graze my neck. My hands flutter up and I force them to my sides, shivering. 

He looks around, measuring the room. “Is this where you want to be?” he asks. “I figured you’d pick the conservatory.”

“This is fine,” I say. The conservatory is cold, despite the rented heaters. Here, I think, I can put my back to a wall. 

He shrugs, pulling the chain from his pocket. It’s a fragile thing, thin and gold. 

“I don’t expect we’ll go past midnight,” he murmurs. He attaches the chain to my necklace, the other to a bolt in the wall. A bolt for every room, some discreet, some not. I swallow.

“Jeremy,” I say. He traces my cheek with his finger.

“Mm?”

“Please. Don’t make me.”

“Nothing for you to do, baby,” he says. “Just be pretty, just don’t move..”

“But–”

“And quiet,” he says. “Not another word, please.”

I blink as he puts in the contacts that make me blind. The world goes dark. His hands are gentle now, the front door opens and voices echo through the house. The next hands that touch me will not be gentle. I breathe deeply, fight every instinct to beg, to jerk away. 

“Do you want the earplugs?” he asks. He kisses me. 

I shake my head no. Voices louder now, the click of heels, laughter. Someone taking mugs from the table to my left.

“Alright then,” he says. “Don’t cry yet – you’re going to ruin your makeup. Kate, truly, these theatrics. You hate these parties, these people. A few hours, then it’s over. Right?”

I nod, a tiny motion. My breath is shallow. 

“Jeremy! Where are you hiding?” A man calls from the kitchen. His voice is jovial, deep. I can’t place it.

“Coming,” Jeremy calls back. “Just getting Kate settled in.” 

More laughter, louder now. I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood.

[writingamongther0ses]

OC Deep Dive

Thanks for the tag, @illarian-rambling! I'm doing Jen Lee from Reporting on Atlantis.

Phobias and Other Fears: She has thalassophobia, fear of deep water. Somehow she's the one who ends up going in the ocean to find her daughter.

Pet Peeves: Her children swearing.

3 Items You Can Find in Their Bedroom: Her first news article is framed on the wall. She has her parents' ashes (they drowned when she was young) in an urn in a corner, since it nearly got knocked over when the kids were younger and never got moved back. She also has a bookshelf on creative writing, having decided to try and write a novel now that she's retired from the newspaper.

First Thing They Notice in a Person: Body language. Interviews can go ways depending on how a person feels and you can tell it through the way they position their body.

On a Scale of 1-10, How High is Their Pain Tolerance?: 6!

Do They Go Into Fight or Flight Mode When Under Pressure?: Flight. Her youngest child, Michelle, is the only one in the family who has the fight mode.

Do They Come From a Big Family/are They a Family Person?: She was an only child, so she wanted to have at least two kids.

What Animal Represents Them Best?: Ironic considering her fear, but a lionfish. It's pretty but dangerous.

What is a Smell That They Dislike?: Salt water.

Have They Broken Any Bones?: She broke her collarbone in high school and spent an hour or three not getting it treated. It still aches to this day.

How Would a Stranger Likely Describe Them?: Cold and uptight woman in bright clothing.

Are They a Night Owl or Morning Bird?: Night owl! That's when she gets her best writing done.

What is a Flavor They Hate and a Flavor They Love?: Salty flavors are a trigger for her. She loves the taste of kimchi, especially mixed with noodles and steak.

Do They Have Any Hobbies?: She writes creatively now and is looking into jewelry making.

Boom, Surprise Birthday Party! How Do They React to Surprises?: She's so delighted when it's a good surprise.

Do They Like to Wear Jewelry?: Yes! She and her husband wear her parents' wedding rings and she wears the first gift her husband gave her, a cheap gold necklace, all the time.

Do They Have Neat or Messy Handwriting?: She has the neatest shorthand you have ever seen.

What Are the Two Emotions They Feel the Most?: Cold protective rage and pride.

Do They Have a Favourite Fabric?: She loves the feeling of silk.

What Kind of Accent Do They Have?: She has a bit of an accent that hangs on from living in China during her childhood. She's embarrassed by it, but her family thinks it's adorable.

I'll tag, with no pressure, @kittensartswriting, @pen-for-sword, @pens-swords-stuff, @radley-writes, and @incandescent-creativity

[saturdaynightghostclub]

The Many Lives of Arthur Llewellyn

You know how sometimes you can look at a person and just know, instinctively, that they came from some cosmic elsewhere? Their face, their clothes, their speech—it all belongs somewhere specific, somewhere other than where they are. Every now and then you come across a time-traveler, an astronaut, a lovelorn Victorian in the body of a twentysomething city-dweller. Your Arthur is one such curiosity, you think. A cursory glance would place him on a street-corner in Greenwich Village, or smoking a cigarette beneath a gas lamp in San Francisco. He’s got that foggy beatnik thing going for him. That he exists among the long-haired, strong-armed Seattleites of 1995 must mean that someone out there in the galactic mist is looking out for you; by all accounts, you should never have met this walking anachronism.

But you did, and against all odds he’s currently sitting at your dining room table and using a set of nail clippers to mend the clasp of a necklace his mother insisted was too broken to continue wearing. He suggested she take it to a jeweler, and her subsequent “Why bother” had riled him up to the point that he insisted on fixing the damned thing himself because, in his words, “Why bother? Why bother buying anything if you’re not going to take care of it? You just throw your clothes away when they get holes?”

“I can feel you staring,” he says now, without looking up. Guilty as charged, you hide your smile behind the copy of Howards End that you’re pretending to read. Maybe he’s a weary ship’s captain, taking meticulous care of what few possessions he has that remind him of his faraway home. Maybe somewhere he’s stowed a pair of red boots, made from fine Spanish leather, for safekeeping until he returns to his aching sweetheart on the shore. Maybe you have an overactive imagination.

Aunt Juley is sick, and Helen won’t come home to the grieving Schlegel family, and won’t she reconsider ending her engagement to Paul? Who cares, when Arthur Llewellyn is carefully slinking toward triumph in the battle against his mother’s gold chain? You turn a page without reading it, your eyes still trained on your boyfriend’s long fingers until, with a soft and disbelieving gasp, he holds the chain up for you to see. The clasp looks brand-new, and even if he did only fix it to spite his mother, your heart flutters with pride—he’s a sensitive one, whether he likes it or not. You happen to know that the necklace was given to Mrs. Llewellyn by Arthur’s father: an emerald pendant, her birthstone. The Llewellyns are not sentimental people (with the exception of their son, that is); according to Arthur, he’s had to practically beg them not to donate his great grandmother’s china sets on more than one occasion. As a consequence, his own apartment is full of antiques and souvenirs he couldn’t bear to see thrown away.

You move closer to him under the pretense of inspecting his work, rising from your chair to stand beside him.

“Very nice,” you say, “are you sure you want to keep going with this teaching thing? I think you’ve got a real future in jewelry repair.”

Arthur tilts his head back to look at you, placing the necklace down on the table. You run a hand through his hair, letting your palm come down to cup his face. He leans into you like a man deprived. You sometimes wonder if his immediate family’s stoicism did a little damage to the part of him that now seems to need your touch like oxygen. “Funny,” he says, “I was thinking the same thing. You think they’ve got good benefits?”

You smile, running your thumb across his sharp cheekbone. He’s been frustrated, you know, in the days leading up to the start of the school year. The school’s curriculum, which he says is “unbearably boring,” leaves little room for creativity, but he’s trying his best. He’s starting his students with The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy this year.

Arthur is flexing his hand repeatedly, probably working out a cramp from his delicate operation with the nail clippers. You perch on the edge of the table, sliding back to a full sit, before taking that hand in both of your own. Slowly, gently, you massage the tension out of his fingers while he looks on in awe. “You want to get out of here?” You ask, “It’s a gorgeous day. Take a walk with me?” He nods, allowing you to lead him out of your apartment and into the midday air, perfumed with lilac and salt.

Your building is on one of those dreadful Seattle hills, the ones you don’t realize are as steep as they are until one day you put on your favorite sundress and realize your calves look absolutely stunning. You lead Arthur up the block, ignoring his halfhearted protests until you’ve made it to the top of the hill. There, he lets his hand go to the small of your back, keeping it there as you continue to walk. After a moment’s silence, he leans over to kiss your temple. “I love you,” he says. Casually, like he has so many times. Like it’s a way to fill the silence instead of a world-bending declaration, like he couldn’t bring you to your knees at any moment with it.

“I love you too,” you say, knowing it carries the same weight for him.

“Can I be so corny for a minute?” He asks, his hand moving gently up and down your back as you walk.

“You can be as corny as you want,” you reply. Never in your life have you seen this kind of earnestness in a man. Never in your life have you even wanted it—never, until you had it.

Arthur takes a deep breath. “I’m really happy,” he says, his voice hoarse, “I’m so fucking happy.”

“Sounds like it,” you tease, nudging him.

“I am,” he finally smiles, “I am. It’s scary though, you know? I’d kind of reached a point where I thought happy was a myth. Or, no—not a myth, I just thought it was something for other people, right? Like, when they’d talk about how happy they were, I thought either that they were exaggerating or that there was something wrong with me, because I didn’t know what they were talking about—does that make sense?”

You stop walking for a moment, turning to Arthur. “You’ve thought about this a lot, huh?”

“Yeah,” he says. You respect his lack of sheepishness. “I’ve had to, you know? It’s like I’m experiencing this whole new facet of human life I didn’t know existed. Like maybe I thought I knew, and you’ve just turned everything upside down.”

You’ve got no choice but to kiss him. There, on the street corner, where it’s nothing short of edenic, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your lips to his, hard and sweet. He gasps against you in that way that you love, that way that lets you know you’ve taken him by surprise once again. His shock is only momentary, however, and within seconds you’re wrapped so tightly in his arms that he’s all you can feel, all around you.

“Arthur,” you say, coming down off your toes and letting your hands drag down his chest, “if this is all it takes to make you happy, then neither of us has anything to worry about.”

The boy is grinning in earnest now, eyes fixed on your face. “Oh, fuck,” he says, shattering the illusion that he is anything but a west coast twentysomething, “Jesus, honey…”

He’s running a hand over his face now, like he’s trying in vain to wipe the smile from his features. “What?” You ask, grinning something awful yourself.

“I just saw the future, that’s what,” he says, sweeping you once again into his arms, “I saw my entire life in your face, it’s all you. All you, forever.”

You can’t help but to laugh, a stunned expulsion of joy you weren’t expecting to feel. “Oh god, you’re stuck with me then?”

“There was never anything else in the cards for me, to be fair,” he says, “and just to be clear, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Arthur’s a bit of a mystic about things like that—souls and stardust and past lives—it took you by surprise at first, but you’ve grown to realize it’s maybe the thing that makes the most sense about him. Of course your out-of-place, out-of-time alien creature of a boyfriend thinks—knows, if you ask him—that the two of you are cosmically entwined. And you, for your part, know that you would rather die than deny him these little fantasies. After all, it’s you who sees a thousand lives in his face, each more complex and profound than the last. Between Seattle and England and outer space and the Pacific ocean, you find yourself hoping against your own iron-clad logic that the two of you will find each other again after this life (and after, and after, and after).

[irithnova]

what would modern mongolia’s fashion style be like? his hobbies?

I wouldn't see him being too fussed about fashion on a day to day, but he definitely knows how to dress himself. I don't think he goes for bold colours on the daily. He seems to have a practical and understated approach to fashion tbh. I think he prefers comfort and functionality over extravagant styles or anything overcomplicated.

On a typical day, I can see him wearing clothing in muted tones such as deep blues, blacks, and browns etc. His day to day wardrobe consists of comfortable yet durable fabrics, so he can move freely while still looking put together if that makes sense?

Again he's not fussed about thinking too hard about what he wants to wear on a daily so he has classic pieces like trousers, plain shirts, and simple jackets. Accessories I'd say are minimal? Perhaps a sturdy leather belt or a subtle watch/leather bracelet. Jewellery wise, I see him on the silver/steel side. Silver studs/simple necklace but nothing excessive.

When it comes to outerwear, he'd probably opt for a trench coat in a neutral hue like beige or dark gray or a nice leather jacket.

I think he still wears the traditional deel too, but of course not the fancy kind everyday (he doesn't want to ruin them) and not everyday anyways. When he does wear a deel, he wears more like the practical type that nomads wear which is made to be more durable for day to day use.

The practical deel in question is crafted primarily from sheep wool and basic materials. It's designed for everyday wear, so it lacks intricate patterns but has a plush, warm texture. Winter deels, in particular, are very robust, with thick layers of sheep wool stuffing inside. They are reinforced with a few buttons near the collar. These deels are capable of withstanding temperatures as low as -40 degrees Celsius.

I think he definitely wears deels more often in the winter time/when he's in the countryside because if they managed to keep him from freezing to death for so long then he's sticking with them. Kind of like a "if it's not broken don't fix it" mentality.

Some hobbies:

The very obvious archery/horse riding/wrestling

Chess! Along with playing mahjong (practicing to beat China)

Logic games in general he's downloaded quite a few on his phone

Falconry

Reading

Wood carving/bow making

Camping/hiking

Calligraphy (Mongolian calligraphy obviously)

Arguing with people on the Internet

This is a headcanon I'm still contemplating tbh but I think it would be sick if he was freakily flexible like a contortionist. Mongolian contortionism is so cool lol

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Like a Wave, She Broke; But Like the Sea, She Persevered

A Robb Stark x Yi Ti fem!OC/Reader & GOT AU Fic

Chapter One: Farewell/Goodbye

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Author's Note: Hello, so I am very new to writing fanfiction, and also I have never read any of the books, but I have done a lot of research. This fic will be mostly based on the show Game of Thrones, but it will take elements from the books (especially for the characters Euron Greyjoy and Stannis Baratheon). Also there is practically no information of the language/culture of Yi Ti according to GRRM. So taking in mind that it is supposed to be inspired by "Imperial China," I used simplified Mandarin because while I do think Cantonese would be better considering how the geography is inspired by southeastern China, I need pinyin and can only speak Mandarin. I will offer translations at the bottom. Also for the names, I am not perfectly clear how they work so I basically tried to make a name using characters that I felt would have a lot of impact together.

Warning(s): This fanfiction will include dark themes of the following: sexual content, sexual abuse, violence and violent themes, child trafficking, depression, angst (so much angst), and dark/yandere attitudes. (Please comment if I had missed anything)

“I made it… I actually made it.” I thought to myself as I slumped onto the deck, relief flooding my body as my legs start to give out in exhaustion. I managed to get onto the ship just before it left the dock. I close my eyes and try to breath as waves rock me back and forth like a never-ending pendulum. The last time I had been on a ship felt like several lifetimes ago, although I supposed that it was true in more ways than one. For as I had so fervently sworn to never step foot onto another ship, I could not deny that a part of my heart was soothed by the familiar cries of gulls, the thundering orders of those and command, and the waves crashing against the wood of a vessel completely at its mercy. Still, I felt myself turning green, and soon 黛玉 (Dài yù) is curling up next to me, offering much needed comfort. I curl myself around her, and breathe in her fur. Her fur, whether dry from a nearby fire or soaked in red life, smells of cypress, smoked sandalwood, and spices. It reminds me of Winterfell, of the North, of my second home. Once again, I thank Lord Stark in allowing me to keep my sweet shadowcat when I found her as an orphaned kitten from a band of poachers that had already killed her family and intended to skin them for profit. As I continued to stroke her luscious black and white striped fur, I felt 黛玉's (Dài yù) deep purrs turn to breathing becoming deeper and more consistent to signal she was about to sleep. And just when I was about to do the same, hoping for sleep to be dreamless, I heard my name being shouted out in pure agony.

“龙力 (Lóng lì)!” My head shot up while 黛玉 (Dài yù) immediately became alert and ready to strike any figures that posed a danger to us. I turned my head to look at the dock we just left, and to my horror I found a figure so far that he might have been a trick of light. But I remember those eyes, those clear blue eyes. Eyes despite their clarity, were filled with more fury than any storm I had witnessed out in the seas. Eyes belonging to a figure that once stood tall looked broken and defeated, as if their shoulders had been burdened by the gods themselves, although I supposed in a way they had. Next to him was direwolf the size of a small horse holding his head high, and howled so forlornly as if the ship was a floating pyre.

“Robb.” I croak out, my voice sounded so unfamiliar to me. I tried to look away, but I knew if I did, I would never forgive myself. So, I gazed into his eyes trying to shout out every apology I could think of, begging for his forgiveness. When his figure disappeared, I turned around and let out a sob I didn’t realize was there. I curled into myself, reach to my necklace and grasp on the black pendant and pray to any god that would listen. 黛玉 (Dài yù) mewled softly before laying her head on top of mine, even wrapping her arms around me, as if she were a mother soothing a weeping child. I could not bear to see her blue eyes, so frozen yet alive with winter fire. I knew that sleep would never come for me tonight. So instead, I prayed that Robb would not let his impulsiveness cloud his judgement, that he will only focus on the war and freeing the North. I prayed that he will forget me and move on to find happiness of his own and to grow old and happy with a good woman by his side and his siblings all together. But above all, I prayed that he would let me go and let me be free. I do this until my mind blacks out, and a memory had played out as if I was a spectator to moment that did not belong to me.

~Flashback of 7 ago~

“龙力 (Lóng lì),” I decided, gazing at the stone turned dragon pendant handed to me, knowing the confusion that must be filling Robb Stark’s eyes, “my family name is 王 (Wáng), but my first name will be 龙力.” My parents’ sweet “小玉 (Xiao Yu)” no longer existed, she her lullabies were gone forever, but she will never forgotten, not her nor her parents, never again. But “龙 (Lóng)” had taken her place, it was born from the anguish of the small jade in order to a dragon that clawed out of anguish.  “龙 (Lóng)” was a dragon, and dragons carried a magic within them that could never die, not even when the world demanded it. My grandmother was partly right, I was not born a dragon, I was but I was made into one. As for “力 (Lì)”, that would be something of my own. “力 (Lì)” was a testament to my strength. Even before being a dragon, I was strong. I had a strength of my own that belonged to no one but me. And although it had been cracked and broken down repeatedly, it remained. The events forced upon me to realize that strength, however unfortunate, will not go unrewarded.  This pendent was evidence of that, that if a piece of jade can transform and be molded into a strong dragon, then so can I.

I turn and face Robb Stark, the boy I thought was a spoiled and obnoxious brat that had everything handed to him while so many others claw for just a scrap of his fortune, and give him the first hug that I have given anyone since my parents died. I hold for so long and tight that he has to push me away for air. I smiled with tears almost spilling from my eyes, happiness overtaking me for the first time in what felt like a lifetime ago. I kissed both his cheeks, and he turned so red that he tried to sputter out a response, but I beat him to do it.

“王龙力 (Wang Long Li),” I beamed so brightly, “that will be my name. I finally have decided on my name, it is the only thing that was not given to me but what I gave to myself. It is important, too important, but you deserve to be the first to know. I will wear this forever, thank you so much. Thank you so much.” I hugged him once more, and felt his arms wrap around me before tightening and even saw the tips of his ears turning bright red before Maester Luwin came upon us and I showed him my pendent and told him my name. I didn’t have to tell him the meaning of a name, his smile told me enough.

~Flashback Ends~

Waking up I realized that I was still grasping on the black pendant as if it was the only thing that kept me from falling completely apart. I should have left it behind, but I knew it wasn’t a possibility. If I had to take only one thing that could possibly link me to my past, from the youthful joy and spilled blood in Yi Ti, to the beautiful hope and horrendous tragedies in Winterfell, I couldn’t leave it. This pendent meant far too much, for it alone was the sole witness to my life (past, present, and soon-to-be future). It had seen every moment in the life of that once naïve and sweet 小玉 (Xiǎoyù) that played along the warm breezes of the Jade Seas, the 小玉 (Xiǎoyù) that laughed to her parent’s singing songs of the Jade Emperor, the same one that witnessed her family’s slaughter and was stolen away until she no longer laughed, no longer smiled, and eventually forgotten her own voice. The precious and rare black jade that was eventually picked from the pockets of tattered rags to be used as a paperweight by Euron Greyjoy, forgotten by the shadow of a girl who was robbed of every joy and security that should have been her right from birth. A girl who became so broken, who’s soul became so lost, she carved through men with her knifes with such masterful and impassioned fervor and searched through the gashes with such sober and languid eyes to see if she could find hers in their bodies.

But it also witnessed the gaining of her strength, starting at the glimmer of remembrance in hearing an old lullaby sung by a mother with features similar to her own. Every time she snuck away to hear the woman sing, her eyes daring to show wistfulness as opposed to chilling apathy, the black jade could feel the little girl that was constantly struck down finally begin to stand and walk again. Every step that the girl took, the black jade that lost its luster from being forgotten had slowly regained its shine. Even when the kind woman that sung so sweetly was broken in, taken by the wicked pirate’s men and himself, her face with warm eyes and tender smiles, was mutilated beyond recognition, the girl did not fall again. Instead, her eyes held righteous fury and body was fueled by liquid lightning. Quick were her hands in drugging those men, meticulous and masterful were her fingers in slicing through their facial nerves, cruel glee dancing in her eyes as they could make no sound but knowing they felt everything, the sheer intensity and determination of her strength in hoisting their bodies underneath the sail’s pole. So easily could the black jade remain forgotten, once more losing its luster and shine, but the girl had decided that she would no longer forget the little girl in Yi Ti. Because although that girl was gone, dying the day she was sold in Qarth, she knew that the girl still deserved to be remembered, as did the people she loved that died with that girl.

With that decision, this new girl took only a blanket and the jade before changing into a pair of breeches and tunic that sagged over her body to prevent any suspicion of her sex, left Euron Greyjoy to venture to a new place. A place where she would meet a kind and good man, one who she would gladly devote her life in serving and protecting. She would meet his family, his wife and children. A wife that would take one look at the girl, and think her too savage and wild. But knowing in her heart that the girl was someone who would torture herself before letting any harm befalling her family. Children, all so different yet each one had a foundation of wildness, and were raised with so much unconditional love and loyalty that witnessing it had quickly thawed the suspicious girl’s icy walls. A place where she would meet another Greyjoy, but a different Greyjoy, a better one. A Greyjoy whose blood was Ironborn, but his heart would be northern. A northern boy whose blood carried the salt of the sea, but whose heart and soul were strengthened and bathed by the snow, the trees, and the winds of northern land. A boy who she distrusted before slowly and surely becoming her found brother, and she becoming his found sister. A place where she who had sea water in her veins, was not born in the biting inland North but the tropical breezes from the Jade Seas, slowly rebuilt herself from the ground up and fortified her soul with new memories, new happiness, and most of all, a new name. A name she gave herself, with the help of a boy with auburn curls and blue crystalline eyes that shimmered with wide smiles as he gave her the greatest gift that she vowed to carry with her so long as she breathed.

I let out a shaky breath as I once more closed my eyes and began to pray. I never prayed so much in my life before now. I was never one to pray, never one to truly believe in higher beings despite the stories of ancient and powerful magic I heard as a girl that I once believed in, the same stories I told to Bran and Rickon when they entered my rooms to protect them from nightmares. But my grandmother told me that there is usually no point in praying to the gods, because the gods never listen, and if they do, they will often do the opposite just to spite you. She said they had already laid out plans, and we were at their mercy without hope to change it. But maybe just this once, she was wrong. But maybe there are gods that listen, that will hear this unworthy girl’s prayer, that might grant her this one thing. I always thought I was a good granddaughter, always following and listening to my grandmother’s words.

I should have listened better.

*Switching POV’s to Robb*

As the Young Wolf stood there on the port, watching as the ship that carried his love farther and farther away from his arms, looking more and more like the broken boy that cried his heart out when his father died and less and less like the shapeshifting King that tore apart his enemies in the battlefield sung amongst smallfolk across Westeros.

“Your grace, do you want us to commandeer that ship in order to search for the fugitive? It isn’t too late; we can still hope to catch up to it if we use a galley with our strongest men.” Smalljon Umber tried listing off other ways to get to the ship, and was more than ready to do it himself. But Robb knew that doing so would be of no help to him. He knew what game his lady was playing, and he will let her think she had the upper hand for now.

“No.” Robb steeled himself into his full height and once more became the Young Wolf feared in the South. His eyes no longer full of sorrow as they just moments before, now they were filled with ice and a cold fire that looked it would burn you as horribly as it would freeze you in an instant should you be so unfortunate as to touch it. “Now we continue with our goal, marching to King’s Landing and littering the South with Lannister dead until they acknowledge the North’s independence and free my sister Sansa.” Gone was the naïve lovestruck boy, and in his place had risen a hardened leader that had a blade hungry for blood and screams. “But first we gather up the Frey’s and Bolton’s and call for their execution immediately. When Walder Frey’s and Roose Bolton’s heads are separated from their necks, I intend to make them gifts to Tywin Lannister.”

“Fly, fly, fly little dragon,” Robb’s mind hiding the dark whispers swirling in his head. “Fly as far as you can, but know that you will never escape the wolf you cheated.” Anger and fury had further cemented in his bones with each step he took to his steed. He realized long ago his feeling for his cruel lady love. He was enchanted by Talisa’s warmth and kindness, believing that she could be enough to thaw away your bitter chill. But it was all for naught, for nothing could replace you. He should have known this the moment he set his eyes on you when his father first brought you to Winterfell all sullen and feral but strong and determined. When bitterness and jealousy filled him as he heard you laughing at Theon’s stories and saw you two sitting together at dinner. When he caught you gazing at your black rock that you protected so fiercely and he longed to have you feel that way towards him.

“Ah yes, her precious stone,” Robb almost smiled as he remembered one of his most treasured memories, as it was the first time you truly smiled and it was the day you decided your name, “how could possibly forget that day?”

~Flashback to 7 years ago~

“My grandmother gave it to me,” your accent still a little thick when talking in Common Tongue, but you were making extremely good progress according to Maester Luwin, “she said that I would need it one day in order to protect me.”

“Why? Father won’t let anything happen to you while in Winterfell.” Robb thought this obvious, for his father was the strongest and most powerful man in all of the North, and it filled him immense pride and joy in being his son. His father was good and honorable man, one who always kept his promises to each and every one of his people as the Lord of Winterfell. “He promised you when you got here that no one would ever harm you so long you lived under the protection of the Starks.”

“I know all that,” you stated as you rolled your eyes. Of course, you knew that Lord Stark would keep his promise in keeping you safe, as Ned Stark was likely the best man in the world. “But I think it’s for something different, something bigger.”

“What do you mean by ‘bigger’?”

“I am not sure, but all I know is that my grandmother said that this stone would protect me when I would need it most. She said that this particular form of jade was only precious for those who needed it for its magic.”

“Magic?” Robb now rolled his eyes; you were trying to trick him. “That’s what old people tell kids in order for them to behave and not run in passageways and not track mud into the keep.”

“She said that it would lead me to my fate, to a place full of snow and ice and water with little green in the North.” Your eyes had a far-off look; your eyes only looked like that when you were remembering something. Robb hoped it was something good. “She told me that there was a role I had to play in this place, and that the jade would lead me to it.”

“But how will it protect you?” Robb was quickly growing irate. How could a measly stone protect you better than his father, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North? A role that he will take over as his heir, making you also under his protection.

“She said that jade protects your spirit and mind from harmful forces, but I must carry it with me and never forget it. Otherwise, it will lose its power.”

“But why does it need to be black? Can’t it do its job if it were white or grey?”

You shook your head. “She told me that it had to be black. In Yi Ti, black is the color of the North, and the North’s element is water, so that means black is the color for water in the North. I think…I’m not sure what she meant, 妈妈爸爸说她喜欢...” you paused as you realized you were speaking in your native tongue; your cheeks grew flushed in embarrassment. Robb pretended that the rosy hue didn’t look the least bit adorable, “I mean, my mama and papa said she liked to…babble I think you call it? But what I do know that it is too important and I need to carry it with me.” Your voice quieted down as faint footsteps crunch the snow behind you only to find Maester Luwin. Deciding that you were done speaking, you stood up and ran to him to see if he could spend some extra time with you how to read and write out Common Tongue.

In that moment, Robb had the most brilliant idea in the world. Truth be told, the preparations alone were remarkably tedious and was probably more trouble than it was worth for a girl Robb had known for a fairly short period of time. It took weeks of searching the castle town to see if any of the jewelers had even heard of “black jade,” let alone worked with it. It was by some miracle only performed by the gods that he half stumbled upon an elderly near blind carver that once apprenticed under a master jeweler who dedicated his life in studying the different practices across the world in the slums. However, Robb was not so young and green to life to expect such luck to spring in his path without something else in demand. But the old man simply asked the chance to meet the wearer of the finished product so that he may see the face of the person who captured the young heir’s heart.

“Though my eyes have almost lost their sight, make no mistake that this old man had lived long enough to know that those in your position would not go so far for someone that did not mean a great deal to you.” He spoke so softly as if witnessing a memory unraveling before him. “And if I had the fortune of my sight, I am sure that your eyes would betray what you deny.”

It took great efforts separating the stone from you, and Robb truly feared for his life if you found out it was him that took it before the product was completed. Thankfully, the old man was a master craftsman, with tools made of bone and fingers so nimble and quick you would never think the man blind at all. When Robb had presented the dragon pendent to you, you first lashed at him something fierce, but in seeing the work had your words failed you. When your eyes lit up and you hugged him so tightly that he thought all the wind had left him, Robb found himself unable to speak. When you had been pushed so that he could breathe, but kissed his cheeks with tears in your eyes, did Robb hear his heart beat at an ungodly pace. Finally, when you had gifted him your name with happiness in your voice, when you chose him to be the first to know your name, did Robb realize that from that day forward, he loved you. He knew you to be the keeper of his heart and soul since he was a lad to when he would become a man.

~End of Flashback~

When he had first awoken from his injuries, barely able to breathe, and you were sitting next to him. Your eyes were filled with glee as you reached for his waterskin and tipped it so gently and carefully to not spill on his wounds. As laid on his cot, cursing himself for falling for such a trap and endangering his men and causing the death of his wife and unborn child. You said no words, only when you so lovingly placed your arms around his neck, allowing his head to rest on your shoulder, did he fall silent. He sat up and held you against him with both arms as you laid tender kisses in his hair. When he looked into your eyes, and begged you to kiss him as he wanted you to for as so long, and though your eyes were uncertain you laid him down on his back, and placed your lips upon his. In that moment Robb’s world felt so whole and happiness had filled so completely that tears escaped and a sob of pure joy was choked out. He knew that he was yours, he always had been, but finally you were his. How happy he was when you pulled away and smiled down at him so sweetly, and you told him to rest so that he can gain strength to fight for his kingdom, his people, his family. How deliriously in love was he in doing exactly as you asked.

And imagine the confusion he felt when he had awoken expecting you by side, only to be met with his lost little sister Arya and his mother. Imagine the fear in hearing how you had left the camp as part of a deal to save him and his men. Imagine the betrayal coursing through him learning that you drugged the water you placed on his lips with a powerful drug that would put him in a heavy sleep that was meant to last a week rather than only 3 days. Imagine the unadulterated fury filling his body as he quickly dressed and called for his steed and Grey Wind to track your scent. And imagine how his heart broke watching the ship being released from its dock, and in a final act of desperation to see your face, he called out your name as Grey Wind let out an ear-shattering howl. Imagine the joy he felt seeing your body turn and your eyes gazed into one another, knowing you hadn’t expected to find you so quickly.

“You will run, you will hide, you can do whatever it takes to be away from me. It will not matter, for in the end I will find you.” Robb’s vow was further his cemented as he rode closer to his camp, ready were the words to carry out the traitors’ executions. “You thought you could escape your wolf, when really all you did was prolong your inevitable fate as his future queen.” Robb’s teeth clenched as he thought this, how stupid you were indeed. To think he would ever let you go now that he tasted your lips, felt your body pressed against his chest, saw your sweet smile as you laid him down to rest. Oh, what he planned to do to you the moment you were in his arms, his cock grew strained and he could feel it leaking at just the thought of him claiming you. He relished at the thought of gazing upon your naked body, laying kisses and bites upon your collarbone and neck for the world to see. He was desperate to suck and nip your breasts as he plays with your soaked cunt with his thick fingers. He could see it so perfectly, you begging for him to mate with you like the bitch in heat you are, begging for his thick cock to ruin you for anyone who even thinks to look at you. How you mewl so obscenely as he slowly slides his throbbing member into your tight heat. Once he is fully sheathed into your wet cunt, and his tip kisses the entrance of your womb, as he intends to go at an ungodly pace with you at his mercy begging to be filled by his pups. How happy you are when he releases load into your womb and praying to the gods old and new that you can be blessed with a child immediately. And how he intends to do so over and over and over until his name is the only thing you can remember.

Translations:

黛玉 (Dài yù): Black Jade

龙力 (Lóng lì): Dragon Force

王 (Wáng): king, but in this context of the story, it just serves as a very common surname

小玉 (Xiǎoyù): Little Jade

妈妈爸爸说她喜欢... (Māmā bàba shuō tā xǐhuān...): Mom and Dad say she likes to...

Please be kind as this is the first fanfic and smut I have even written, but still please like, comment, and reblog!!!

Hope you all have a wonderful day!

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Bored? Bold what applies to you.

You are in high school.

You dropped out of high school.

You live within 20 minutes of your best friend.

You don’t have a best friend.

You live within 20 minutes of the last person you kissed.

You live within 20 minutes of your ex.

You have hugged someone in the last 48 hours.

You have been to the movies within the last week.

You have had 3 or more boyfriends/girlfriends just this year.

You have been a designated driver.

You have broken merchandise and not paid for it.

You have played strip poker.

You are Catholic.

You are atheist.

You recycle regularly.

You are a brunette.

You have dated a blonde.

You are friends with a redhead.

You are taller than your mum.

You are taller than your dad. 

You have a bank account.

You’ve written a check for less than $5.

You have visited the Statue of Liberty.

You have visited the Eiffel Tower.

You have visited Big Ben.

You have visited the Colosseum.

You have visited The Great Wall of China.

You have never been out of the country.

You have been a waiter/waitress.

You own a Bible.

You own something with a Pentagram on it.

You have used a Ouija Board.

You have been a witch for Halloween.

You have been a zombie for Halloween.

You have your eyebrow pierced.

You have a Monroe piercing.

You have your nose pierced.

You have no tattoos.

You have more than 2 tattoos.

You straighten your hair occasionally.

You have worn a dress in the last 3 days.

You live somewhere that gets snow.

You celebrate Hanukkah.

You were at your own house last New Year’s.

You were at a bar last New Year’s.

You slept through last New Year’s.

You have worked on Christmas Eve.

You have worked on Christmas.

You have been told ‘I love you’ by someone today.

You were told by someone who’s not family.

You slept in your own bed last night.

You regret kissing the last person you kissed.

You are wearing a necklace right now.

You are wearing something red.

You are wearing something blue.

You are wearing something purple.

Your phone number ends with an even number.

You have kissed the last person you called/texted.

You are currently listening to music.

You are waiting for something.

You don’t like seafood.

You have eaten deer sausage.

You have given a complete stranger your phone number.

You have been hit on at work.

You have been hit on by someone more than 20 years older than you.

You have been whistled at.

You were creeped out by it.

You are a good speller.

You are very punctual.

You were dating someone in December of 2008.

You are still dating that person.

You have cheated on someone.

You have been on a cruise ship.

You have camped out in your own backyard.

You are wearing something that doesn’t belong to you.

You are a Pisces.

You are an Aquarius.

You are a Leo.

You wonder what will happen when you die.

You are afraid of the dark.

You write in all capital letters.

You have been told you have nice handwriting.

You have had a song written for you.

You have had a picture drawn of you.

You have curly/wavy hair.

You are wearing a watch.

You are wearing flip flops.

You wouldn’t date someone who smoked.

You know someone with the same birthday as you.

You are a morning person.

You are a night owl.

You slept in past 10 am today.

You have big plans for next weekend.

You are thinking of someone right now.

Your job is stressing you out.

You don’t have a job.

You have never had a job.

You were fired from your last job.

You know sign language.

You will usually try something at least once.

You have been swimming in the last month.

You are pessimistic by nature.

You have taken a ballet class.

You have taken karate.

You have taken gymnastics.

You wish on shooting stars.

You wish at 11:11.

Your birthday has already come this year.

You have been in a relationship that lasted longer than a year.

You aren’t over your ex. 

You have gone after someone you knew was bad for you.

You have let someone use you.

You were/are a teenage mom.

You are an otaku.

You are a cosplayer.

You were named after someone.

You like your name.

Your last drink was water.

You have visited somewhere said to be ‘haunted’.

You have skipped school just because you didn’t feel like going.

You have taken medicine when you ‘feel a headache coming on’.

You are self-conscious about your body.

You have a hangover

You have a pet fish.

You have had a Jehovah’s Witness show up at your house.

You have godparents.

Your parents are still married.

You have step-siblings.

You are the oldest.

You are adopted.

You have a triplet

You don’t want kids.

You want more than four kids.

You have a bad temper.

You have made out with a complete stranger.

You usually make the first move in an intimate situation.

You have broken your arm.

You have had to get stitches on your face.

You have had an MRI.

Your fingernails are painted.

You like to draw.

You like to sing.

You can play an instrument.

You keep a lot of secrets from people.

You don’t think people would accept you if they really got to know you.

You don’t trust people easily.

You borrowed something you really need to give back to someone.

You drive a car older than a 2002.

You have lost a friend you never thought you would.

You know a child who died of cancer.

You know a teenager who died in a car wreck.

You have done something illegal in the past 24 hours.

You have cut your hair in the last week.

You wear glasses.

Your favorite season is Autumn.

Your favorite color is orange.

Your favorite animal is a dolphin.

You last rode in a car with a relative.

You last rode in a car with a girl/woman.

You last rode in a car with the person you are dating.

You regularly watch Asian dramas.

You love Chinese food.

Your best friend is older than you.

You have to go to school/work tomorrow.

You answered every question truthfully.

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Bored? Bold what applies to you.

You are in high school.

You dropped out of high school.

You live within 20 minutes of your best friend.

You don’t have a best friend.

You live within 20 minutes of the last person you kissed.

You live within 20 minutes of your ex.

You have hugged someone in the last 48 hours.

You have been to the movies within the last week.

You have had 3 or more boyfriends/girlfriends just this year.

You have been a designated driver.

You have broken merchandise and not paid for it.

You have played strip poker.

You are Catholic.

You are atheist.

You recycle regularly.

You are a brunette.

You have dated a blonde.

You are friends with a redhead.

You are taller than your mum.

You are taller than your dad. 

You have a bank account.

You’ve written a check for less than $5.

You have visited the Statue of Liberty.

You have visited the Eiffel Tower.

You have visited Big Ben.

You have visited the Colosseum.

You have visited The Great Wall of China.

You have never been out of the country.

You have been a waiter/waitress.

You own a Bible.

You own something with a Pentagram on it.

You have used a Ouija Board.

You have been a witch for Halloween.

You have been a zombie for Halloween.

You have your eyebrow pierced.

You have a Monroe piercing.

You have your nose pierced.

You have no tattoos.

You have more than 2 tattoos.

You straighten your hair occasionally.

You have worn a dress in the last 3 days.

You live somewhere that gets snow.

You celebrate Hanukkah.

You were at your own house last New Year’s.

You were at a bar last New Year’s.

You slept through last New Year’s.

You have worked on Christmas Eve.

You have worked on Christmas.

You have been told ‘I love you’ by someone today.

You were told by someone who’s not family.

You slept in your own bed last night.

You regret kissing the last person you kissed.

You are wearing a necklace right now.

You are wearing something red.

You are wearing something blue.

You are wearing something purple.

Your phone number ends with an even number.

You have kissed the last person you called/texted.

You are currently listening to music.

You are waiting for something.

You don’t like seafood.

You have eaten deer sausage.

You have given a complete stranger your phone number.

You have been hit on at work.

You have been hit on by someone more than 20 years older than you.

You have been whistled at.

You were creeped out by it.

You are a good speller.

You are very punctual.

You were dating someone in December of 2008.

You are still dating that person.

You have cheated on someone.

You have been on a cruise ship.

You have camped out in your own backyard.

You are wearing something that doesn’t belong to you.

You are a Pisces.

You are an Aquarius.

You are a Leo.

You wonder what will happen when you die.

You are afraid of the dark.

You write in all capital letters.

You have been told you have nice handwriting.

You have had a song written for you.

You have had a picture drawn of you.

You have curly/wavy hair.

You are wearing a watch.

You are wearing flip flops.

You wouldn’t date someone who smoked.

You know someone with the same birthday as you.

You are a morning person.

You are a night owl.

You slept in past 10 am today.

You have big plans for next weekend.

You are thinking of someone right now.

Your job is stressing you out.

You don’t have a job.

You have never had a job.

You were fired from your last job.

You know sign language.

You will usually try something at least once.

You have been swimming in the last month.

You are pessimistic by nature.

You have taken a ballet class.

You have taken karate.

You have taken gymnastics.

You wish on shooting stars.

You wish at 11:11.

Your birthday has already come this year.

You have been in a relationship that lasted longer than a year.

You aren’t over your ex. 

You have gone after someone you knew was bad for you.

You have let someone use you.

You were/are a teenage mom.

You are an otaku.

You are a cosplayer.

You were named after someone.

You like your name.

Your last drink was water.

You have visited somewhere said to be ‘haunted’.

You have skipped school just because you didn’t feel like going.

You have taken medicine when you ‘feel a headache coming on’.

You are self-conscious about your body.

You have a hangover

You have a pet fish.

You have had a Jehovah’s Witness show up at your house.

You have godparents.

Your parents are still married.

You have step-siblings.

You are the oldest.

You are adopted.

You have a triplet

You don’t want kids.

You want more than four kids.

You have a bad temper.

You have made out with a complete stranger.

You usually make the first move in an intimate situation.

You have broken your arm.

You have had to get stitches on your face.

You have had an MRI.

Your fingernails are painted.

You like to draw.

You like to sing.

You can play an instrument.

You keep a lot of secrets from people.

You don’t think people would accept you if they really got to know you.

You don’t trust people easily.

You borrowed something you really need to give back to someone.

You drive a car older than a 2002.

You have lost a friend you never thought you would.

You know a child who died of cancer.

You know a teenager who died in a car wreck.

You have done something illegal in the past 24 hours.

You have cut your hair in the last week.

You wear glasses.

Your favorite season is Autumn.

Your favorite color is orange.

Your favorite animal is a dolphin.

You last rode in a car with a relative.

You last rode in a car with a girl/woman.

You last rode in a car with the person you are dating.

You regularly watch Asian dramas.

You love Chinese food.

Your best friend is older than you.

You have to go to school/work tomorrow.

You answered every question truthfully.

[prunelier]

love having a crafty artistic mom who worked in textile her whole life cause i inherit all the silks from her work trips to china & mongolia, indigo cottons & ikats, random beads she collected from her old broken necklaces & so on.

[darpow]

happy birthday to my favorite nerd!

@noa-markam

This year, I felt like I wanted to do something special for you for Christmas, maybe because you helped me with Christmas shopping, maybe because you haven't released any of the blackmail video. Who's to stay? The necklace is a small piece from an old china plate. When I saw that someone was selling them at the market, I thought of you. Finding a good use for something old and otherwise broken. The Furby... well... I guess I wanted to cause you some nightmares, or maybe just introduce you to the best generation of furry friend that ever existed. And lastly, a little leather tool belt that I figured you could use while you're working. Merry Christmas, Noa. Cheese fry post-holiday dinner on me whenever you're free.

xo Dare

[ankita784]

Luxury JewelryMarket Insights: Unlocking Key Industry Trends

Luxury JewelryMarket Insights: Unlocking Key Industry Trends

Luxury Jewelry Market Information:

Market Overview

According to Straits Research, the global Luxury Jewelry market size was valued at USD 48.97 Billion in 2023. It is projected to reach from USD 52.84 Billion in 2024 to USD 97.05 Billion by 2032, growing at a CAGR of 7.9% during the forecast period (2024–2032).

This market research report on Luxury Jewelry Market offers invaluable insights and guidance for businesses across diverse sectors. It delivers a thorough overview of the Luxury Jewelry Market, detailing aspects such as market size, trends, key players, consumer behavior, and competitive dynamics. By analyzing and interpreting the data collected through extensive research, this report enables businesses to make informed decisions and devise effective strategies.

The report provides in-depth market intelligence, highlighting opportunities and potential challenges. It helps companies identify their target audiences, understand their needs and preferences, and adjust their products or services accordingly. Additionally, the report assists in evaluating the feasibility of new product launches, assessing market demand, and setting pricing strategies.

Competitive Players in Luxury Jewelry Market

Some of the key players operating in the Luxury Jewelry market are

Guccio Gucci S.p.A.

The Swatch Group Ltd.

Tiffany & Co.

Louis Vuitton SE

Richemont

GRANorth America

Signet Jewelers Limited

Chopard International SA

MIKIMOTO

Pandora Jewelry, LLC

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The Luxury Jewelry market report helps a wide range of businesses figure out what their consumers truly want by conducting extensive market research. When it comes to new products, every company owner wants to understand the demand, and this report is a great resource. Additional benefits include ensuring that the most recent market developments are covered. You may keep a close check on key rivals and their growth strategies by reading the Luxury Jewelry market research. It also provides in-depth analysis for the years 2022-2030, offering business owners new opportunities.

This research also provides a dashboard view of prominent organizations, highlighting their effective marketing tactics, market share, and recent advances in both historical and current settings.

Global Luxury Jewelry Market: Segmentation

By Material

Gold

Platinum

Diamond

Precious Pearls

Gemstones

Others

By Product

Necklaces

Ring

Earrings

Bracelets

Others

By Applications

Women

Men

Children

By Distribution Channel

Online

Offline

The report forecasts revenue growth at all geographic levels and provides an in-depth analysis of the latest industry trends and development patterns in each of the segments and sub-segments. Some of the major geographies included in the market are given below:

North America (U.S., Canada)

Europe (U.K., Germany, France, Italy)

Asia Pacific (China, India, Japan, Singapore, Malaysia)

Latin America (Brazil, Mexico)

Middle East & Africa

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The purpose of this study is to examine the manufacturers of Luxury Jewelry, including profiles, primary business activities, news, sales and price, revenue, and market share.

The study provides an overview of the competitive landscape among leading manufacturers worldwide, including sales, revenue, and market share of Luxury Jewelry percent.

It illustrates the market subdivided by type and application, with details on sales, price, revenue, market share, and growth rate broken down by type and application.

The research covers key regions by manufacturers, categories, and applications, including North America, Europe, Asia Pacific, the Middle East, and South America, with sales, revenue, and market share segmented by manufacturers, types, and applications.

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[naveyaandsloane]

The Role of Jewellry in Cultural Traditions

Jewellry touches every culture for hundreds of years. More than just pretty, jewellry often means more. It shows status, money, faith, and important life events. We'll look at how different cultures use jewellry. We'll see why it's so important to them.

The Story of African Beadwork: 

More Than Art: Beads are not merely for decoration across African societies. They hold significant meaning, expressing identity, standing, and dialogue. Take, for example, the Maasai community from Kenya and Tanzania. They cleverly use vibrant beads to represent various social aspects. What the beads look like and what shades they are can hint at if someone is married, how old they are, and where they stand socially in the tribe.

Indian Bridal Jewellry: Not Just Pretty, But Meaningful: 

Indian bridal jewellry is more than just decoration. It's part of the wedding and stands for good fortune, charm, and safety. Every item is important, from the maang tikka on the bride's forehead to the payal on her feet. The mangal sutra necklace is another crucial piece. The groom ties it during the ceremony. It shows that the bride is married and is thought to keep the marriage safe from harm.

Jade Pieces from China: A Snapshot of Goodness and Righteousness: 

Loved for millennia in China, jade is a symbol of pure beauty, elegance, and solid morals. Jade ornaments like bracelets and charms are popular gifts, representing well-wishes and safety. It's also thought to keep harm far and bring equilibrium and unity to the life of the one wearing it.

Heirloom Jewells in Europe: Linking Past and Present: 

In various European societies, jewells frequently find their way from one generation to the next, preserved as family treasures. These items hold value not just from their skillful crafting and high-quality materials, but also from the family tales and remembrances they enshrine. Wearing these heirloom jewells during notable events pays homage to forebears while affirming the family's ongoing bond and lineage.

Gold in the Middle East: A Sign of Wealth and Standing: 

Gold trinkets in Middle Eastern traditions are a vivid sign of luxury and social standing. They are commonly part of wedding dowries, signifying the family's affluence. The detailed patterns on Middle Eastern gold trinkets mirror the vibrant cultural legacy and artistic customs of the area. Gold trinkets are also viewed as a safe asset and a type of financial safety.

The Art of Kintsugi: Honoring the Broken: 

Kintsugi emerges from Japan. It's a method that mends shattered pottery using a blend of lacquer and precious metal dust such as gold, silver, or platinum. The same technique also applies to jewellry. This process underscores the appeal of flaws and champions repair over disposal. As a symbol, Kintsugi jewellry communicates grit, evolution, and the charm of faultiness. It mirrors the Japanese mindset of wabi-sabi.

Shell Accessories of Pacific Islanders: A Link to Earth and Heritage: 

Shell adornments in plenty of Pacific Island societies signify a profound bond with nature and lineage. These shells are transformed into various items such as necklaces, earpieces, and ornamental headwear, representing the crucial role the sea plays in their existence. Often, these articles act like protective charms, creating a spiritual connection between the wearer, their forefathers, and the environment.

Conclusion:

Jewellry holds a special spot in many cultures, standing for more things than just aesthetics. From the detailed African bead designs, and India's meaningful wedding gems, to the sacred turquoise of Native Americans, each piece carries a tale of culture, lineage, and principles. Recognizing what jewellry means culturally lets us see its actual worth and the deep customs it showcases.

[9w1ft]

★ karlie blocked an eye for an estée lauder china campaign and just as a sidenote this ad gave us karlie in glasses and it fully realigned my chakras oh my word

★ i continued to build on my collection of crucial evidence that something was in the air for the ttpd photoshoot

★ the i can do it with a broken heart music video was released and like a magpie to a candy wrapper i spotted the jacquie aiche evil eye bracelet nearly instantaneously

★ florence joined the eras setlist and we threw a fit over the patterning of her choker

☆ we uncovered that karlie had done an ad for catbird jewelry back in 2017 for their “sweet nothing” bracelet, and in the ad she’s blocking off half her face 😌

SEPTEMBER

★ karlie nonchalantly posted photos from i-D magazine to her insta to everyone’s excitement and my contentment 😌 it was also fun to share about how i-D is a winky face by design

★ we got candids of taylor sporting a circular vivienne westwood bag with big 🧿 energy

★ at the VMA’s taylor gave the BIGGEST wink

★ taylor wore something from MONSE from a collection they put out that had a lot of eyeballs in their designs 🥴

- awe (the brand that did the le duo necklace and other necklaces that taylor has worn) announced an evil eye collection, much to my delight, and so i bought myself a little trinket for my birthday

- miles teller did a looking camp right in the eye promo for the st. louis blues

★ karlie posted from the behind the scenes of an upcoming estée lauder commercial with half her face showing in a mirror

☆ we found some professional footage taken of the willow eras tour performance and there’s a moment where taylor motions to the side and her hand eclipses a willow ball off to the right side 😆

OCTOBER

☆ we found this oscars photo where a beam of light is hitting taylor’s eye just so

★🧿★ taylor wore the jacquie aiche evil eye bracelet to another football game!

★ i completed my list of every ttpd photoshoot photo i could find that was eye theory worthy. potentially, 21 photos total!!

★ karlie blocked an eye again for an upcoming carolina herrera good girl campaign 😌 and the patterning of her sleeves was… 👁️ ocular

- my instagram recommended be an eyeball jack-o-lantern set to the tune of vigilante shit and it really tickled my funnybone. the algorithm, man.. 😆

- we learned via a victoria’s secret tell-all book that taylor was apparently supposed to perform at the 2017 victoria’s secret fashion show and i thought for a moment about what would have been, if we had gotten taylor karlie and katy perry’s witness eyeball theming all in one show 😌

- trav wore a baseball cap from the brand Midnight Rodeo which happened to be selling a looking camp right in the eye themed sweater

☆ i put together a little compilation of eye block moments from karlie’s various carolina herrera good girl campaign ads

★ we finally got an eras tour rep set professional photo of taylor with her hair in front of her right side eye 😌

NOVEMBER

★ the secret of us was released and gracie did a hands over the face style photo for it

★🧿★ taylor stepped out on the town wearing the green jacquie aiche evil eye ring!

★ karlie gave a little wink in the holiday edition carolina herrera good girl commercial

★★ taylor’s holiday store put out a reputation themed hand mirror (best christmas present ever!!) with the lyric “sometimes i wonder when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me?” which precedes the line “sometimes when i look into your eyes” also, the compact has a cracked look, to match the cracked glass theming of the delicate eras tour performance, one of the performances where she has her eyes isolated in cracks of glass on the screen visuals 😌

★ there was a lot of eye theory merch in the store

- ran across the swifties tweet “kaylors will NOT ruin looking camp in the eye for me”

- we got renewed traction on tiktok which was so great, always an honor 🙌

- and it was fun sharing about some of the history with new followers

★ taylor stepped out on the town wearing a watch that looked like a googly eye, AND A FENDI PEEKABOO I SEE U BAG

DECEMBER

☆ someone discovered the original stage designs for eras tour and the mastermind stage looked even more extra

☆ we learned that earlier in the year karlie was featured in a jr mural piece that included a big billboard of an eye in the photo 😆

★ karlie shared some book recs and some of the covers were uhhhh 😭

- more good girl antics on the carolina herrera instagram page

★ “and in plain sight you hid”

- was happy to hear from an anon who also thinks the half flowers on the eras piano looked like eyes

- my hand mirror arrived 🥰 an early christmas present

★ karlie rounded off the year with another good girl special 😌

★ taylor stepped out a jacket with embroidery that ehh sure maybe was supposed to be bullet holes in glass but i think you could make the argument it looked like eyes 😌😌

☆ karlie shared a year-end camera roll scroll and it included a photo of her at a code with klossy class with a circular paper fan in the background that was giving iris vibes

there you have it!! did you enjoy the stroll down memory lane as much as i did? 🥰🥰 month after month there was always a little something special from them both and whether they be old habits or otherwise, it’s kept me screaming for joy each and every time 😌 may thanks to everyone for your continued patronage on this pilgrimage, and many thanks to the girls for being the light of my life 🫶

happy new years everyone!! 🥂

alright all that’s left now is to hit post and

*record scratch*

oh wait, what? whats that? i can't reblog with more content on the main post? it’s technically too big?!

oh well well well then okay. hey :leans in close: did i… ever crash your app with the op post? i wanted to apologize for that. truly sorry. the truth is, the original post also crashes my app! wild! yes, well, as big of a fan of push media as i am i’m going to have to break away from the original post to get the job done this year but if you’re new here and don’t know about the eye theory please for the love of god click the below link to read through the original. it’s required reading.

(click for the op)

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yes ok. welcome back! did i make you dizzy? jeepers my eyes do hurt, just after putting together this update! but i come bearing gifts…! frankincense, myrrh, gold, and a *plump* 2021 eye theory update for the remaining bakers dozen or so of us left hanging in this manger… because apparently that’s just the way things will be 😘 again, i’m far past proving this thing and more into sharing, yeah, sharing the fun memories over the past year living with this theory so that’s what i’ll do. and this requires more than the ten picture limit so in lieu of that i will be updating only once but with links to each finding. my demarcation is the same as last year:

so without further ado, here comes our…

2021 year in review

JANUARY

★ kimby posting the eye mirror thing at the beginning of the year (which i posted about at the end of the last update)

★karlie liked a tweet (a rarity at the time) from henry hall promoting his new album… that had an eye and the number 13 on the album cover.

-we found another great photo match example

☆ we noticed something up with a new carolina herrera ad that ended up showing up again later in the year

☆ we noticed taylor covering her eye during rep tour while singing even in my worst lies you saw the truth in me

-we noticed an oft forgotten appearance of the evil eye ring in the rep promo material, photos of her on the beach

FEBRUARY

☆ we found a potential easter egg in the end game mv

★ one of the lyric videos for fearless TV had a fun synching moment ..that taylor then put in her instagram stories

★ taylor posted a bleachella era pic of her and the haim sisters that had the sisters covering eyes with their hoodies, and then honest to god this is just one of those thing i can’t quite conscionably explain but there are two boxes of pizzas being held and the cheese only pizza looks like the “blank” of the two pizzas and it’s to the right of the picture

★ kayda and kai did some eye funny business

MARCH

★ the grammys… so, taylor’s performance included choreography that covers her right side eye along with the line “guess i should have known from the look on your face” and i know this is one of the things people particularly do not like but i’m such a sucker for prop comedy: i think the shape of the lean-to cabin itself is the shape of an eye and also the belted waist part of her dress looks like an eye, i said what i said

-and this can’t help but feel like chance, but, we got this red carpet press photo of her grammy covering her eye

-something also feeling serendipitous, karlie got papped by some eye graffiti

APRIL

-The Vault reveal left me wanting to get my eyes checked 😂

☆ we realized one could make the argument that there’s a eye isolated by the mask on her male counterpart in willow, and that the mask has a drooping daisy embroidered on it

-i got the chance to talk a little bit more about my thoughts on the editing that went on with the mert and marcus rep photoshoot photos, and my thoughts on computer graphic manipulation as it relates to other things, in particular lead time

★ taylor seemed to have more fun with synching up the fearless tv clip to music 🙈

★ taylor’s mother’s day merch included a postcard with a daisy and the lyric “i love you for giving me your eyes”

MAY

-not for nothing, austin posted a picture of him at the Oculus building in NYC (oculus being a word that means eye, austin being someone who rarely updates his instagram these days)

★ karlie got back in the saddle with posting an eye out of frame

★ some preview photos of karlie’s green adidas collection were released, and they included this amazing shot

and wouldnt ya know it she made it her profile pic after the collection release

JUNE

★ more kayda funny business (i feel like there were a lot more of these but i wasn’t able to keep track)

★ karlie got papped wearing a prada jacket with a print of a one eyed beach babe

-taylor mixed up her words during a thank you speech while accepting an award and said “she helped me to edit my eyes” which i mean i don’t think it was intentional but it certainly made my year 🙈

★ karlie wore this versace blazer that inexplicably has a hole cut out of it to the right?? which was made even more meaningful given the fact that i had been spiraling over the tie with the hole in it in the lwymmd video a few months prior idk 😆

★ the how long do you think it’s gonna last album was announced with an… eye collage… 🙈🙈 and kept the promo coming into july with eye cutout moments like this

JULY

★ then the Renegade music video was released and it was just chock a block with eye manipulation! singled out eyes, taylor covering her right side eye with her hands, with her hair, the eyes on her face cut out and zoomed in on. like, i’m sorry, it’s 2021 and we are really doing this ladies???

-and i came up with a funny (/emotional)

-karlie met with schiaparelli in paris, who had just come out with a collection full of gilded eyes among other body parts

★ karlie blocked an eye for estée lauder —a true pastime— and thus began the formalization of the tradition of me waking up to karlie having posted something ocular to instagram

AUGUST

☆ adam rippon posted a little ode to karlie’s “looking camp right in the eye 👁 ” moment, which normally id just chalk up to it having become a meme but at the same time, bobby berk liked the post and they were both in the yntcd mv, so it’s sorta amusing

★ karlie posts “filed under baking inspo” moodboard which included a pic of a face made of food with one eye 🥴🥴🥴 like i’m sorry, is this not proof of acknowledgement 😆

★ karlie posts a photoset of her in workout clothes and she’s covering the left side eye in a lot of the pics

★ karlie wore some eye-like rain and sunshine earrings from two jewelers that also make custom lover’s eye jewelry

SEPTEMBER

★ taylor covered an eye on the tiktok

-i noticed that each of karlie’s adidas collections had their own moments

-also like this is simply an act of god but somehow taylor and karlie got a photo taken at the 2014 met gala where karlie is standing to the right next to a woman with an eye purse…?

☆we noticed two things about the UPS commercial she did during rep era

★ karlie hid an eye while getting ready for the met gala which was the start to a crazy crazy day here on kaylor tumblr

☆ someone kindly pointed out to me that birch feat. taylor swift just as names of trees goes is also sus 🥴

-we listed up some of the possibly eye theory -aligned taymoji

★ karlie posted a promo clip of her designing her met dress at carolina herrera and it had an eye moment

-taylor has sort of established winks as a Taylor’s Version easter egg gesture so i don’t really count things like this in the grand scheme of things but i can’t help but feel this wink was exaggerated in post which would mean the eye could have been edited, and for that i’ll mention it

-this is just an it’s a small world moment having to do with researching the band of outsiders brand

★ taylor using an eye covered pic of shania twain on her tiktok

★ karlie blocking eyes again in a photoshoot make that two

OCTOBER

✦★✶ karlie went to mert alas’ gin release party in paris I REPEAT she went to the party being held by the guy who took the rep album photoshoot photos aka the guy who took the actual eye theory photo and not only did she get a pic with him, she drank out of the gin glasses that had an eye like pattern cut into them???

★ karlie woke me up again and chose violence

-i forget how i ran into this but it’s this old photoshoot of karlie in a daisy full body suit with her arms and head in the shape of an eye idk lol

★ karlie posted a photoset with some eye blocking moments going on

NOVEMBER

-in a moment of meta, karlie got the chance to post a pic of bert and ernie to her instagram stories as she was also a part of the WSJ innovators issue

☆ taylor’s grammy dresses went on display and the waist fabric looked even more like an eye so sue me!

★ karlie really made it christmas morning every morning 🥴

★ RED TV lyric videos also got a moment

★ the IBYTAM video had us all reeling for plenty of reasons but i made sure to have my fun …kinda cool how it fits though 😂 this stood out to a lot of us and this too

-it’s the little things

-blame it on the vault crest and red dresses but i allowed myself to lean in to the crazy a bit more than usual and tbh i had the best time with it

☆ i had a thought about So It Goes as it relates to rep tour

-The Missing Eye Puzzle Piece it turned out that the missing capital one red bundle puzzle piece was simply missing, and it has been found, **but** i had an amazing couple of weeks imagining the ARG possibilities. oh and i still love that the right side eye is the 11th puzzle piece across, 8 rows down (karlie numbers)

DECEMBER

★ karlie posted again blockin an eye 😂

★ shes so good at finding an opportunity

★ karlie wearing a sweatshirt with an eye on it because why not i guess 🙈

-surely coincidental but i did laugh at where her music choice in this post led me

★ and it turned out the eye glassware at the mert alas gin release party ended up being used in the promo photos for the stuff

★karlie did a ‘comeback’ -esque spread for WSJ and she delivered

-add this to the list of potential cross-media tie in opportunities that surely weren’t intentional but i would point to in terms of what she could potentially do should she want to bring back this level of easter egging for reputation TV

★ waking up again to some uncanny carolina herrera hijinks

★ karlie blocking an eye again 🙈

-i talked a little bit about the evil eye ring making it’s appearances with the angel wing ring

★ like i said, this karlie post waiting for me when i woke up thing, it became a morning ritual

-there was a red tv album print mishap… istg the way i moved (is this what the kids say)

★ taylor blocked an eye in her new years reel

so there you have it, folks! 2021, a kaylor year that had me throwing my hands up and deciding to bend with the wind and roll with the punches… paid dividends?! i included the ephemera (the winks and out of frames) just because i see them as a sustainable avenue for the dreary new parent, but all these aside it still blows my mind how many distinctly significant things happened in conjunction with the theory this year and i hope very very deeply and earnestly that each and every one of you may have had the chance to crack a smile or two as well 😌

its weird… seeing karlie and mert photographed gave me this lavish sense of… coming full circle! but 🥰 who knows what next year will bring. what can i say, as if it was my greco-roman destiny, i know i will always beat the drum for this theory if they will have me. eye can’t help myself!

have a happy new year🥳

[annashaberdashery]