#end of supermodel era

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Naomi Campbell & Linda Evangelista for ELLE Magazine

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lana del rey at leeds fest <3

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Secrets and Good Luck Charms

Plus size!Reader, angsty turning fluffy

Listen, as a plus size woman myself, I know that the chances of an F1 driver being attracted to me is close to 0, especially when they're literally always surrounded by supermodels. But I can live in my delulu era, even for a little while.

I challenged myself to create a fic with top-tier begging and I genuinely hope I accomplished that cause this was so much fun to write.

Enjoy!

Part 2

“Charles, I think we should break up.”

The words left her in a sudden whoosh, ceasing her boyfriend mid-story. His apartment went quiet, and Y/N felt the little hairs on her arms rise but her goosebumps wasn’t from the cold. 

Charles’s luminous green eyes widened.“What?”

A part of her wished she could take the words back, snatch them from the air where they hung heavy like smoke. But she’d been building up her courage all week and she wasn’t about to back down now just because he flashed those beautiful green eyes that Charles knew she could never resist. She said the words slower, kinder. “I think we should break up.”

He looked at her as if he couldn’t believe the words he was hearing. “Why?”

“Because you’re ashamed of me, Cha.”

And there was the truth, the conviction that had Y/N’s resolve strengthening. Charles could deny it all he wants but Y/N knew the truth, deep down. He was ashamed of her. It was a truth that had been sitting in her chest for the better part of 9 months and it was a truth that had begun to eat at her as their relationship progressed. 

He said his next words slowly, like a child struggling to learn new words in a language he wasn’t familiar with. “What would make you say that?” 

She kept her own tone even, betraying none of the hurt that sat heavy in her chest. “Because, Cha. We’ve been together 9 months, close to a year, and yet you have never introduced me to your mother or your brothers. Not even to your friends. No posts on social media, no mention of my existence at all.”

He frowned. “I thought you wanted your privacy.”

“I do want my privacy.”

“Then I don’t understand why you want to end things!” His voice grew in octave and Y/N could see him fighting to keep his calm.

“Because, Cha,” she said, struggling to keep the exasperation from her voice, “you’re ashamed of me. I don’t care that you post me on social media or not. I don’t care if the world knows about us. If you want to keep our relationship out of the public eye, that’s fine. I know you’re doing it to protect my feelings and I appreciate it, I do. But, you refuse to let me meet your friends or your family for that matter. They’re the people that matter to me because they’re the people that matter to you. But I’ve never met them, even after you’ve met mine! And I’m—“ she took a deep, shuddering breath, fighting the hurt that threatened to have tears spilling from her eyes. “I’ve dated enough guys to know when they’re ashamed of me.”

“I am not—“

“Don’t deny it, Cha, please. It hurts even more if you do.”

His mouth snapped shut. There was confusion in his face, and maybe a bit of hurt, but Y/N saw the truth in them too. The shame that coated his eyes like paint.

“I know I’m not conventionally beautiful like your exes.” Y/N said, her words soft. “They’re thin and slender and they’re beautiful. They really are. Models and influencers that I could never compete with and I’m okay with that because you were okay with that. But I see now that you’re not. You don’t like that I’m big, that I have a stomach and huge thighs. You don’t like that I have stretch marks and rolls. And you know what, it’s fine. If you prefer thinner girls, it’s fine. I won’t hold it against you because I know some people just have preferences and it’s okay. But I refuse to ever change myself and hate myself just to fit into a person’s standards. I’ve spent so much of my life being ashamed of my body, I can’t do that anymore, Cha. I love you and you are literally the man of my dreams but I love myself too, and I love myself too much to let someone do this to me.”

“You can’t just leave me. I love you.” Charles rushed the words out as if somehow, his words would stop Y/N.

“I don’t doubt your love for me, Cha. Not one moment. I know you love me. But you don’t take me on dates in public places where people can see us. When we do go out in public, you keep a physical distance between us. You never even so much as look at me unless you have to. I’ve never met a single one of your friends, work related or not. I don’t think you’ve even mentioned to them that you were with someone. Never met Arthur or Lorenzo and I’ve definitely never met Pascale. You love me in secret and that’s not okay.”

He reached for her hand but Y/N pulled away. The hurt that flashed in his eyes made her want to tell him to forget about her confession, forget about what she said so they can return to normal but Y/N knew she couldn’t do that. She owed it to herself to do what was best for her, to love a man who loved her so much he had to shout it from the rooftops. 

“Y/N, please—“

“It’s okay, Charles.” She stood up from where she sat, pushing down her own feelings as Charles looked up at her, disbelief in his eyes. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Really, no hard feelings. Let’s just forget that this, us, ever happened. I wish you good luck with everything, I really do. I’ll pray to every God that exists that you become a world champion with Ferrari. I’ll always root for you.” 

“Y/N, wait—“

But she fled the apartment before he could say anymore.

And Charles Leclerc is out of the 2023 Belgian Grand Prix! I have to say, Crofty. Leclerc’s string of bad luck and terrible performance has really been a blow to Ferrari’s morale as of late. It really is such a horrible way to end the first half of the season, especially after such an incredible six months! It truly is such a shame. With the way things are going, what was once a tight race for the championship between Verstappen and Leclerc could simply become Verstappen’s third world championship.  Let’s hope the summer break gives him the clarity of mind he needs to get his head back in the game and the championship race back on track. 

Charles wasn’t stupid. He knew why he was losing and it wasn’t his car or his team or their strategies.

His abysmal performance could only be blamed on one person and try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to blame Y/N. 

Because really, the only person to be blamed was himself. 

Because she was right. 

And he hated that she was right. 

He never thought he was the kind of person who was vain or who particularly cared about the opinions of others. He knew what it was like to be scrutinized by the media and while he justified keeping his relationship with her private by believing that Y/N was a private person, he couldn’t justify hiding her from his friends and family. 

It didn’t even really matter to him what she looked like. He loved Y/N, not for her body but for her soul. He was the moth attracted to her bright flame and he would have gladly let himself burn if it meant feeling the heat of her touch on his skin. She was kindness and warmth and compassion all rolled into one person, the kind of person people wished God made more of. 

And he found her beautiful. Yes, she wasn’t thin but he never cared about that before. Y/N was beautiful in his eyes. The kind of beauty meant to be admired in paintings. Her soft, curvaceous body and her sweet face made her beautiful. She may not have fit society’s standards but she fit his and that’s all that mattered. That’s all that should have mattered. 

So why did her words, her accusations, cut him so deep?

Was she right? Was he ashamed of her? 

“Mate, you okay?” 

Carlos’s voice broke him out of his reverie. It wasn’t like Charles to get distracted from the matter at hand, but his mind kept wandering to his girlfriend. Or rather, ex-girlfriend.

“You’ve been distracted.” Max noted. 

It was the summer break, a rare time in their hectic lives when they got a chance to take a breather. One of the drivers, Charles couldn’t remember who but he suspected it was George, had arranged a little get together for them. Alone time on a remote island in the tropics far from the prying eyes of their fans and the media. Not all of the drivers could make it, but those that could brought their girlfriends with them. The irony wasn’t lost on Charles that he was the only single man in an island full of couples. 

It was the kind of outing he would have wanted to include Y/N in but wouldn’t have, choosing instead to stay at home so they could spend some time alone. It never occurred to him if Y/N would have wanted to come. 

“I’m fine,” was his only brusque reply. 

“You don’t seem fine.” Pierre chimed in. 

Charles tried not to scowl. The other drivers were his friends as much as they were his co-workers and competitors. He grew up racing and competing with most of them. Max, George, Alex, Lando and especially Pierre, were constant figures in his life. If there was anyone who could help him, who could understand him, it would be them.

But it was so hard to accept the help when Charles was so… down. 

He looked at his friends, saw the expectant looks on their faces and sighed. 

“My girlfriend broke up with me.” The words left him before he had a chance to think about it. 

His friends’ expectant expressions turned into surprise before shifting to mild curiosity. 

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” Pierre’s frown could only be described as hurt. Not that Charles could blame him. Pierre was his best friend and the first person who supported him when it came to his relationships. The fact that Charles kept his girlfriend a secret probably hurt him more than he let on.

“No one knew,” Charles said reassuringly. “Not my brothers and not maman.”

“So you were only together for a short while,” Carlos guessed. “What’s the big deal?”

Charles couldn’t blame Carlos for assuming that Y/N was only in his life for a while since he never told them she existed but the insinuation hurt all the same.

“We were together close to a year. 9 months actually.”

“That long?” Alex asked, surprised. “Usually you introduce your girlfriends after two months. You kept her a secret for nine months?”

Charles winced. What sort of excuse did he have for keeping her a secret? No flimsy excuse could ever justify what he did. 

“Why did she end things?” Max asked him. 

Dread pooled in Charles’ stomach. What does he even say? He looked at his friends, at their earnest and open expressions. He knew no matter what he says, they won’t judge him. Or at least, not to his face. 

“She ended things because she thinks I’m ashamed of her.“ Charles’ admission tasted like metal in his tongue. 

“Why would you be ashamed of her?” George asked, raising a quizzical brow.

“Because she’s nothing like my exes. She’s not thin or slender, she’s full bodied. I’ve never introduced her to any of you, not even to my family. She thinks I’m embarrassed to be seen next to her.”

“Are you?” Lando asked, judgement ripe on his face. 

“No!” Charles’ defense was quick. “I am not ashamed of her. I never have been! I’m… I’m more ashamed of myself. That I didn’t reassure her. I’m ashamed that I did something that made her feel bad. I hate that I did that to her.”

“Why didn’t you introduce her to us and your family anyway?” Carlos asked this time. 

“Because with her, I feel real. I feel different. A good different. And I know how cruel people can be. I know you might not have judged her and I know if my brothers and maman met her, they would love her. Maman, especially. But if I introduced her to you, then that’s one step closer to introducing her to the world. I was scared she couldn’t take the attention and run.”

“Is she why you’ve been so bad in track lately?” Max asked. 

Charles simply nodded before closing his eyes and rubbing his face in frustration. “I don’t know what to do!”

“Well there’s only one thing you can do,” George said in that tone he uses when he thinks he knows best. “You have to go after her. Go back to her and beg her to take you back.”

“And then what?” Charles snapped, unable to stop himself from voicing out the fear that’s been plaguing his mind, “She’ll still be watched by the media. Y/N is soft and she is kind. I don’t know what I would do if people say bad things about her and I know they will. I’ve dated literal supermodels and people were mean. What more someone like her? If someone insulted her in front of me, I might actually commit assault.”

“Mate, that’s up to her and you to talk about it,” Max said. “You can’t really take the choice away from her. If you love this girl, then be with her. Fuck what other people think.”

“Charles, all that matters to us is that you are happy. If she makes you happy, then we will be happy,” Pierre reassured. “You don’t have to worry about us. This girl doesn’t happen to be an ax-wielding psychopath, right?”

The rest of their group winced at Pierre’s poor attempt at a joke but Charles smiled nonetheless. Trust Pierre to always try his best to lighten the mood. “No, she’s kind of perfect actually. I really love her.”

“Then go to her so you can get your head back in the game and beat Max in the championship,” Carlos urged. 

“I don’t know about beating me,” Max smirked and the topic of their conversation shifted to playful jibes and jokes. But Charles’ mind stayed on Y/N, at his friends encouraging words and before his mind could reconcile what his body was doing, he was already on his feet, heading to one of the yachts moored on the island. 

“Where are you going?” Pierre called out as he ran from his friends, towards the woman he loved. 

Charles answered, his mind racing as fast as his heart. “To get my girl!”

When Y/N heard the frantic knocking on her apartment door at 1AM, she expected the worst. 

Which of her family had died? Which of her friends was laying in a ditch somewhere with their car wrapped around a tree? What was the tragedy so urgent, so horrific, that it couldn’t wait until the next day and had to knock on her door at 1AM in the morning?

But when she opened the door, all she saw was Charles, eyes wide and frantic. 

“Cha?” Y/N asked, not quote believing her bleary eyes. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed her face, bringing his mouth on hers in a searing kiss that had Y/N’s eyes shuttering close and her breath leaving her lungs. 

She tasted the salt of his sweat, felt the searing heat of his hands on her skin as his tongue swept across her mouth, kissing her as if he was underwater and she was the siren able to grant him his oxygen. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her heart deciding what her mind already knew but refused to believe. 

She had missed him, wholeheartedly. And she knew that if Charles ever came knocking back, her self restraint would crumble like chalk on pavement. She would accept him, consequences be damned. 

“I’m sorry,” he panted when she pulled away, her mind racing. “I’m so sorry.”

“Charles, I don’t understand. What are you doing here? I thought you were—“

“It doesn’t matter where I was,” he insisted, his grip on her tightening, like he was afraid that letting go would cause her to disappear. “I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like you weren’t enough. Cherie, tu es belle. Je suis vraiment désolé. Je n'ai jamais eu l'intention de te blesser.”

“Charles, slow down,” Y/N urged, pulling him into her tiny apartment and closing the door behind her. Her french was rudimentary at best and with how fast he was talking, she was struggling to translate what he said. “You’re speaking in French. I don’t understand.”

“You are beautiful.” He blurted, stopping Y/N in her tracks. “You’re the most beautiful woman I know. I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you but I did anyway and I hate that I hurt you. I’m not ashamed of you but I am ashamed of how I acted. Forgive me, cherie, please. Please take me back.”

“Charles—“ Her phone trilled from where it was charging in her living room and Y/N pulled away from Charles it, ignoring her best friend's flashing face and clicking the red button to silence it.

“You deserve better than me, I know,” he continued, “and I know I don’t deserve you. But I will do everything I can to at least be deserving of your forgiveness. Please, Y/N. Say you forgive me.”.

“Charles—“ her phone rang again and with a growl of frustration, Y/N grabbed it, answering it upon seeing her best friend’s face flashing. “Y/BFF/N, I can’t talk right now. I'm in the middle of—“

“Did you see?” Y/BFF/N said frantically on the other end, causing Y/N to frown. “Tell me you saw it!”

She sent Charles an apologetic look as she answered. “Saw what?”

“Check Charles’ instagram! And I mean, right the fuck now! Call me back when you do.” And she hung up. 

Y/N glanced at Charles before following her best friend’s instructions, opening up the app and searching for Charles’ account. When she saw her picture on the first square, Y/N’s eyes snapped to Charles. 

“You told your friends about us,” Y/N said, stunned.

“I told the world about us,” he clarified. “I never told anyone because I was selfish. I am not ashamed of you. I never have been, never will be. I was scared because introducing you to my family and my friends means that you’re one step closer to being known to the world and I was scared you would run from all of it. From the fame, from the mean comments. It’s happened before and I didn’t want it to happen again, especially not to you. I’m not naive. If people can be mean and ruthless to girls who look like Charlotte and Alexandra, what more you? I thought I was protecting you. I don’t ever want you to leave. Please, come back to me.“

“I can’t believe you told everyone about us.” Y/N still sounded dumbfounded, even to her own ears. 

Charles gave her watery smile. “People should know about you and the love I have for you.”

Y/N wasn't entirely sure what it is about Charles that could have her melting into a puddle on the floor. She's been with good looking men before and none of them ever had that effect on her. But his confession, his conviction, had her abandoning her phone's incessant notifications, her arms automatically wrapping around Charles' neck, pulling him to her. His hands rested on her waist, ghosting down her back.

And, despite herself, Y/N felt her lips pulling into a soft smile. “You know, when I went to bed a while ago, I wasn’t expecting to see my ex knocking at my door, begging me to take him back at one in the morning. Especially since I know he’s suppose to be somewhere in the tropics on vacation.“ 

“Begging?” Charles raised a brow, almost in challenge, a small smile playing at his lips. Mirth and hope mixed in his green eyes and Y/N knew that there was never any chance she couldn’t accept his apology. 

She nodded, her smile turned teasing. “Oh, yeah, definitely begging. Groveling at my feet, asking for forgiveness. Never seen anything like it, to be honest. You know, some girls have a thing for that and I never really understood it before but now, I kinda do. I might not forgive him just so I can listen to him beg again.” 

“You are a cruel woman,” Charles said as he pulled her closer to him, his hands warm on her waist, his nose barely touching her own as his breath tickled her mouth.

“Is that what you’d call the woman willing to forgive you?” She batted her eyes, feigning innocence. “Even after she knows you’re only begging for forgiveness because of your losing streak? You did always call me your good luck charm.”

“You are my good luck charm.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in those things?”

“When it comes to you, I’ll believe in anything and anyone,” he said seriously before he grinned, wide and infectious. The kind of grin that promised an evening of debauchery and laughter. “So you forgive me?”

“Well, you did tell the world that I was your girlfriend so now I have to forgive you and take you back. I wouldn’t want to make a liar out of Charles Leclerc.”

He smiled triumphantly and this time, when Charles dipped his head for another searing kiss, Y/N didn’t pull away.

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Outcaste Nakshatras: The Misfits & the Misunderstood

Yesterday I made a post about how outcaste nakshatra natives tend to be anti-establishment thinkers and how many of the most well known radicals & revolutionaries of our world tend to have Outcaste nakshatras.

Outcaste or Mleccha nakshatras belong outside the caste system and aren't given a place in the caste hierarchy. Shudra nakshatras are the lowest caste to occupy the hierarchy. Mleccha is considered lower than that and thus outside the system.

(Ashlesha, Bharani, Shravana and Vishaka are the Mleccha nakshatras)

Thus it comes as no surprise that those who have Outcaste naks often experience being socially outcast, excluded and like they don't belong anywhere.

Shudra nakshatras also experience these themes to a certain degree as these two are at the lowest end of the pyramid.

Shannen Doherty (middle) was fired from 2 shows, Beverly Hills 90210 and Charmed because of issues among the cast members & rivalry between them. When she was starring in 90210, her fellow cast member Tori Spelling whose father Aaron Spelling produced the show, asked her dad to fire Shannen. Aaron Spelling also produced Charmed and subsequently fired her after 3 seasons due to her conflict with cast member Alyssa Milano, who later admitted that she was responsible for a lot of the tension at work. Rose McGowan who replaced Shannen on Charmed also accused Milano of creating a toxic work environment.

Shannen acquired a "bad girl" reputation and was known for being "difficult to work with"🙄I feel like she was pushed into a corner by her male producers and bitchy co-stars and felt excluded among them as a girl from a small town in Tennessee :(

She has Revati Sun, Vishaka Moon, Uttaraphalguni Rising and Ketu in Ashlesha

Revati is a Shudra nak whereas Vishaka & Ashlesha are Mleccha naks

Isaiah Washington was fired from Grey's Anatomy for using a homophobic slur against gay co-star T.R Knight. Washington has come out saying that this is false and that he said the f word during a dispute with Patrick Dempsey who had a tendency to provoke him (he apparently said: "Isaiah, do you know that white men are the masters of the universe?")

He also said that he was always excluded on set and they tried to pay him to NOT audition for the role. Washington also claimed that star Ellen Pompeo was given millions of dollars to stay silent about Dempsey's on-set behaviour in the #MeToo era, and alleged that she was racist, saying, “She really thinks that she’s cool with Black people like that, but she’s not.” There have been many rumours over the years about Greys being a toxic work place so tbh I am inclined to believe him.

He has Ashlesha Sun, Uttarashada Moon and Jupiter in Revati amatyakaraka

Not everyone tries to expose their former bosses or colleagues but given his Moon in a Kshatriya nakshatra (or warrior nak) I see how he's brave enough to risk everything to speak his truth.

Brendan Fraser has had a lot of setbacks in his career and for a good period he just sort of disappeared from Hollywood; in recent years he has come out saying that it's because he was blacklisted by the then President of the Hollywood Foreign Press Association who had sexually assaulted him. He did make a career comeback and won an Oscar but man's been through a lot in life.

He has Jyeshta Sun, Krittika Moon & Bharani Rising

Although he has a Mleccha nak in his big 3, since he also has a Brahmin & Vaishya nak, he has enjoyed immense public support and sympathy which not very many other people on this list have. Not everybody gets to make Oscar winning comebacks either.

Tatjana Patitz was one of the 90s supers (she's the one in the back in this picture) but unlike Naomi Campbell, Linda Evangelista, Christy Turlington or Cindy Crawford, she's hardly ever mentioned in conversations about the 90s OG supermodels. She received very little press coverage and unlike the others who've made career comebacks or enjoyed sustained fame, Tatjana kind of vanished. She unfortunately passed away in 2023 from breast cancer and even then I haven't seen the industry mourning for her or anything :(

Tatjana had Bharani Moon

George Clooney has spoken about how in high school, he was nicknamed Frankenstein because of Bell's palsy which caused the whole left side of his face to be paralysed, his eye rarely opened and he had problems with eating. Because of the constant bullying, he had to move to another school. After a change of scenery and active sports, the disease receded. 

George has Bharani Sun, Uttarashada Moon, Shatabhisha Ketu & Rising and Mercury in Krittika atmakaraka

Even though majority of his naks are Mleccha/Shudra, he subsequently became an A list actor and enjoys immense wealth, popularity and good will. His moon is in a Kshatriya nak and his atmakaraka is in a Brahmin caste nak. He fought his way up.

Amal Clooney was born in Lebanon into a well-off family but they had to flee Lebanon due to the civil war and settle in England. Amal is a human rights lawyer whose clients include refugees. (I had previously spoken about the outcaste nakshatra tendency to be anti-establishment or to dedicate their life to causes which had initially affected them personally).

Amal has Shravana Sun, Jyeshta Moon and Venus in Dhanishta atmakaraka. Due to the presence of Vaishya naks, she gets to support these causes from a position of immense privilege and champions them through her position as a lawyer, i.e, using her intellect not armed struggle or some other form of activism.

Megan Fox's career was full of ups and downs and for a period she was pretty much blacklisted from Hollywood and labelled "difficult to work with"🙄

She has Krittika Sun, Ashlesha Moon and Purvashada Rising

Even though her moon is in a Mleccha nak, due to her other luminaries being in Brahmin naks she's enjoyed immense popularity among the public for years and has always enjoyed a certain status or level of fame (largely due to her looks but honestly Hollywood is full of gorgeous women, how many enjoy the same popularity or public interest as Meghan?).

Billie Eilish, Shravana Moon grew up lower middle class and was home-schooled. Even though now she's rich & famous, she still acts like an outcast and "does not fit in".

Angelina Jolie, Revati Moon & stellium has spoken a lot about being unpopular in school, being a punk, being misunderstood. She has Mercury in Mrigashira atmakaraka and Saturn in Punarvasu as her chart ruler

Revati is a Shudra nak, Punarvasu also experiences themes of being an outcast, Mrigashira nak has themes of abuse.

It makes sense as to why she has dedicated most of her life to helping refugees and championing numerous causes and has even said if she were young now she would never have become an actor. She enjoys immense popularity and is very privileged (lots of Vaishya gana naks in her chart) but to this day she's condemned for her weird behaviour in the 90s and early 2000s and can never seem to shed her past image completely which is crazy because she's not the first or last person to have an affair with a married man (not condoning adultery just saying that it happens all the time in Hollywood and people hardly bat an eye but for her, her reputation as a homewrecker has come to define her).

Claire Nakti had done a survey on nepo babies and concluded that Revati was the most common nakshatra among them. This is very interesting to me because I feel like most Revati nepo babies including Angelina, Jamie Lee Curtis, Robert Downey Jr etc acquire fame that far exceeds that of their parents. It eclipses any privilege they already had; all these individuals are far more successful than their parents ever were. Obviously being privileged helps and this does not apply to all Revati nepo babies ofc but many people mentioned on the list are total superstars who you'd never guess came from famous families, this is to say that they're not famous for being famous or because of their families, they're icons in their own right.

And even with Angelina, she grew up with a single mom and was estranged from her dad for most of her life so her upbringing was rather modest even with the showbiz ancestry she had.

Olga Tokarczuk has Shravana Sun, Vishaka Moon & Purvaphalguni Rising

Olga is a Polish writer who is known for the weird, quirky, mystical, and philosophical nature of her novels (She received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2018). It can be said that many of her characters live on the fringes of society but have a very strong sense of justice and fairness despite their position that renders them powerless. She has 2 Mleccha naks in her big 3 and a Brahmin one, I thought this particular quote was very interesting because its Mleccha naks who acutely understand the nature of human suffering but the Venus ruled Brahmin nak insists on how being deluded, that our psyches prevent us from seeing the true nature of human suffering. If you saw everything exactly as it was, you'll die. In order to live, you must be willing to be deluded.

Lindsey Lohan, Ardra Sun, Bharani Moon & Mrigashira Rising plays a social outcast in Mean Girls who tries to infiltrate a popular girls group (despite having a Shudra & Mleccha nak, her Vaishya asc helps her ascend the social hierarchy to some extent). The movie ends with her having managed to destroy the clique of the Plastics and create a new social order at her highschool.

Miley Cyrus is a Vishaka Moon & Demi Lovato is a Bharani Moon and its pretty well documented how they both didn't feel like they "belonged" or "fit in". They rebelled in different ways and have opened slammed Disney on multiple occasions.

Presley Gerber who has the word "misunderstood" tattooed on his face has Ardra Sun, Dhanishta Moon, Jyeshta Rising and Ketu in Shravana

Ardra is a Shudra nak, Shravana is a Mleccha nak whilst Dhanishta & Jyeshta are Vaishya naks

As a result of feeling left out, misunderstood, isolated, excluded etc Mleccha nak natives often tend to keep to themselves and are very very private. They are loners at heart.

This is by no means a comprehensive list but off the top of my head here's a bunch of celebrities who are very low-key and very private. There are no rumours, no pap photos, nothing, just silence (for the most part).

L to R

Denise Richards- Vishaka Moon

Christian Bale- Shravana Sun, Mars in Bharani amatyakaraka

David Duchovny- Ashlesha Sun

Shakira- Shravana Sun

Elijah Wood- Shravana Sun

Harry Styles- Shravana Sun

Saoirse Ronan- Bharani Moon

Penelope Cruz- Bharani Sun

Beyonce- Vishaka Moon

Uma Thurman- Bharani Sun

L to R

Charlize Theron- Ashlesha Moon

Amanda Seyfried- Ashlesha Moon

Joseph Gordon-Levitt- Ashlesha Moon

Paul McCartney- Ashlesha Moon

Ryan Gosling- Vishaka Sun

Adam Driver- Vishaka Sun

Leonardo DiCaprio- Vishaka Sun

All of these celebrities maintain a pretty low profile and only interact with the press when they're promoting something.

only 30 images are allowed per post acc to tumblr so there will be a part 2!!

I hope this post spreads some light into the nature of Outcaste naks, I have a lot more research that I'll share in my next post<33

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Crash & Burn

Rated M • modern era, no UD • read on ao3

Friends with benefits, pining, idiots to lovers feels

Eddie’s phone buzzed, and buzzed again. He looked down at it. 1:39am. Two messages from Steve.

Groaning, he flipped his phone over and peeled himself off his couch to pace back and forth across the room, hands raking through his hair. Why couldn’t he just block his number? It’d been weeks (maybe months?) since he’d heard from him.

He only reached out after some girl broke his heart. Again.

Eddie couldn’t keep-

His phone started buzzing more urgently, repeatedly. Picking it up, he saw Steve’s name and had to answer it.

When you feel all alone and the world has turned its back on you

Give me a moment please to tame your wild, wild heart

“Hey.”

“Hi Eds…”

Just two words made everything come flying back front and center into Eddie’s mind. The amazing sex, sure, but mostly the soft touches, staying up all night talking, the way Steve looked at him like-

He shook his head, clearing whatever that was from his thoughts.

“What’s up neighbor? Need a cup of sugar?” He winced as the words left his mouth. For once his double entendre not being intentional. Oh. That was the other thing. They lived in the same row of townhouses, Eddie getting to see whichever current conquest Steve was wooing come and go, or Steve himself walking hand in hand with the supermodel of the week.

Thankfully Steve snickered back at his dumb joke. “I don’t need any sugar, actually. But I wanted to see if you were as bored as I am. Wanna come have a beer?”

This was his play, usually. Get Eddie over for a casual hang out, watch a movie, drink a beer, maybe smoke a joint. Once they were both a lot looser, things ended up happening.

Eddie would have to hear about whichever girl it was who Steve was sure was ‘The One,’ who was clearly using him for his name and money and when they’d find out Steve Harrington actually had no contact with his rich parents and only a upper middle class salary, they usually didn’t last long.

But Eddie was also a sucker. “Sure, man. Give me a few.”

I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you

It’s hard to find relief and people can be so cold

When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can’t take anymore

Let me be the one you call

After a few beers each and politely listening to the play by play of the breakup (Dana this time), Eddie eyed Steve as he crept slowly closer to him on the couch.

Maybe it would be fine this time. They could just blow off some steam. It’s not like he had any better offers.

He pretended to be very interested suddenly in whatever dumb sitcom Steve had thrown on for background noise, and a hand slid up his thigh. He bit into the side of his cheek and stayed still. The butterflies he got every time he was in this position came back full force.

“Steve, I-“ he shook his head, but then caught the look on his face, like a rejection right now would send him crumbling.

If you need to crash then crash and burn

You’re not alone

“C’mere,” he breathed instead.

They met in a slow kiss, less heated and desperate than usual. Eddie cupped his jaw tenderly, trying in equal measures to hold back and show him some of the emotion he’d bottled up for so long.

Steve gasped an “Ed-“ into his mouth and shoved closer to him. They wrapped their arms around each other and he forgot he wasn’t supposed to be doing this.

When hopes and dreams are far away

And you feel like you can’t face the day

Let me be the one you call

The first slow thrust into Steve’s body was heart stopping. He didn’t think it had ever been like this, slow and gentle, instead of the frenzy he usually felt.

But that wasn’t altogether the truth, as he sucked in a breath, he realized while they usually came together in a rush, he’d usually find himself slowing it down. Making it more tender and caring.

Steve pulled him down for a soft kiss and he sunk into it with a small sound. Oh no. He pulled back. They could do slow passionate sex or they could have soft tender kisses but he couldn’t do both. He couldn’t take it. Especially not the eventual ghosting once Steve found a new girl to fall for.

But Steve was looking up at him now. Panting, cheeks flushed. Staring wide eyed up at him almost reverently. Eddie got stuck in his deep brown eyes for a long moment, transfixed until they both gasped on a particularly good thrust and Eddie realized what was happening.

He loved him. Was soul crushingly in love with a guy who only used him after he was broken up with.

Unable to meet his gaze, he mouthed along his neck and shoulder instead, allowing himself to hide his face, committing the little sighs and punched out sounds to memory.

This would have to be the last time.

When you feel all alone and a loyal friend is hard to find

You’re caught in a one-way street with the monsters in your head

When hope and dreams are far away

And you feel like you can’t face the day

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he jumped. Peering at it, he ignored the new text and looked back at Gareth.

“Why are you so jumpy, bro?”

Shaking his head, he tried to return the conversation back to the gigs they had lined up, but Gareth could always see right through him.

“Uh uh, whose texts are you avoiding? That’s not like you. Spill.”

“Gare, I promise, it’s nothing,” he raked his hands through his hair and Gareth raised an eyebrow at him. Well fuck, now he’d done his tell, hadn’t he? Sighing, he decided on, “It’s just something that needs to fizzle out on its own. A mistake that I keep making. I should block him.”

“Ahh,” Gareth nodded. “Hot neighbor guy.”

His jaw dropped. “Wha- how? I mean, shit.” He leaned down and thunked his forehead on the table. “How do you know he’s hot?”

Giggling, Gareth patted his shoulder. “The mistakes that we can’t block- they’re always hot. So what happened? Usually you’re off to the races when he texts.”

Sitting back up, he sighed. “I can’t keep doing this. I lo- I care too much about him and he only wants to hook up after some girl fucks him over. It’s killing me.”

Gareth hummed at him, nodding. “Caught feelings for the booty call. That’s a lot, dude. Did you tell him?”

“Are you kidding? No way! Zero chance that he’d actually stop his womanizing ways to have something real with me. He just likes getting fu-“

Gareth held up a hand. “I don’t need the details, man.”

Laughing, Eddie shook his head again. “Maybe if I just don’t answer, he’ll find some girl who wants to peg him and go run off with her.”

“There’s always a chance.”

‘Cause there has always been heartache and pain

And when it’s over you’ll breathe again

You’ll breathe again

Groaning, Eddie read through the last text Steve had sent again.

Hi. I know you’re avoiding me and I just wanted to know why. Did I do something wrong? I’m home all night if you want to talk.

He knew he was being an asshole by ignoring him. He knew exactly how shitty it felt to be ghosted after their encounters and now he was doing the same thing.

Knocking on his door felt like approaching the executioner. Would he get punched in the face? Kicked in the balls? Would he need to move? He really liked his place.

“Oh hey, he is alive after all,” Steve said sardonically as he pulled the door open.

“It appears so. Can I come in?”

Steve seemed weary, but nodded and turned to walk into the kitchen, propping himself at a stool at the bar. Eddie stood on the other side of the counter from him.

“I’m sorry,” he huffed. It didn’t seem like enough, but he made himself relax his shoulders and continue. He looked down at the swirls in the countertop as he talked. “I can’t do this anymore. I- um, I really like you, Steve. And this only calling me when you get your heart broken is … it’s too much for me.”

After a beat, he chanced a look up at Steve’s face and winced. He looked like he’d gotten ice water thrown in his lap.

“I know I should’ve told you sooner, but I just worked it out myself very recently. I thought I could do the casual hookups but my heart can’t take it anymore. Because I know you don’t feel the same and-“

“Of course I don’t feel the same,” Steve growled out, his face now completely closed off and hard.

Eddie clenched his jaw and gave a stiff nod.

“I’m not- I don’t swing that way, man.”

Instead of arguing, he just nodded again and walked towards the door. Somehow that’d been worse than he’d expected. He almost wished he would’ve received an actual punch instead.

When you feel all alone and the world has turned its back on you

Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart

A few days later he pointedly turned away when he saw Steve walking hand in hand with another blonde woman. Good for him. Maybe he’d settle down and find a different neighbor to fuck him through his denial.

He finally blocked his number and his Instagram. Gareth took him out for depressed drinks and darts. He started parking around the side of his townhouse and coming in the back door when he couldn’t stop himself from checking for strange cars on the other end of the lot.

Maybe he would need to move.

If you need to fall apart (you’re not alone) I can mend a broken heart

And if you need to crash then crash and burn (you’re never alone)

You’re not alone

A pounding woke him and he pushed away from the warm body next to him to look at the time. 2:11am. What the fuck?

Throwing pants on, he went downstairs and flicked a light on.

Someone was standing on his porch.

Throwing the door open, he immediately realized it was pouring down rain, Steve was at his door, and he should’ve put a shirt on.

“Hi.” Steve started. His eyes widened as he took in Eddie’s appearance, rumpled hair and hickeys going down his neck and chest.

He’d taken home the pretty boy in the bomber jacket from the bar. Sue him. And-

“Who is it, babe?”

Steve’s eyes widened further and his face paled. Mouth opening and closing before his face closed off again and he turned away. “Never mind.”

Without thinking, he followed him, pulling the door shut behind him.

“Steve! Wait!”

Stupidly, he reached out for him and grabbed his arm to pull him around.

Steve yanked his arm back with a huff. “Save it. I see you’ve moved on quickly.”

“Me?” He sputtered, throwing his hands up. “I’ve moved on quickly? How many girls have you fucked this month? This week?”

Starting to turn away again, he grumbled, “Just go back to your-“

Eddie was suddenly so deeply tired and he couldn’t fight anymore. “You came over here in the rain to knock on my door at two AM, man. Talk to me. Please.”

That knocked the fight out of Steve, and he looked like himself again. He sighed, pushing his wet floppy hair out of his face. It made him look even more pitiful, like a little wet puppy.

“I know. I’ve been a dick.” Steve swiped across his face and Eddie’s heart clenched. “It dawned on me. Tonight. That our… arrangement before…”

Thunder boomed and they both jumped. Eddie tried to hide his satisfaction as Steve edged closer to him.

“Just, I realized I looked forward to seeing you, sometimes a lot more than the girl I was telling you about. I was stupid. I’m so sorry, Eds. These last few weeks I’ve been a mess. I think I fell in love with you a long time ago, too. And-“

Eddie cupped his face and stepped in closer, staring into his eyes. “Say it again?”

Giving him the tiniest smile, he repeated, “I’m in love with you, Eddie. I’m so sorry I said those things that day.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, Steve closed the small distance between them. Eddie kept him there with a handful of soaking wet tshirt.

This kiss was nothing like their kisses before. Eddie could pour all of his love and affection into it now, not having to hold anything back. Even from himself.

“Wow,” Steve breathed, lips still moving against his.

Eddie pressed a few more kisses against his lip before pulling back.

“Do you wanna hear a secret?” Eddie asked, suddenly serious.

Steve nodded, confused.

“I didn’t move on. I picked that guy up at the bar last night because he reminded me of you.”

A wide grin spread across Steve’s face. “Oh really?”

Let me be the one you call

If you jump, I’ll break your fall

Lift you up and fly away with you into the night

Ali @eddiethehunted made me have a Savage Garden nostalgic moment (months ago, sorry) and ofc I had steddie feels 🖤

[olivialau]

Shadow's Embrace Ch. 28

Sukuna x Reader

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fanfiction based on the universe of "Jujutsu Kaisen," created by Gege Akutami. The original manga, anime, and characters belong to their respective owners and creators.

Notes:

This story unfolds in the Jujutsu Kaisen world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.

Summary:

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes fascinated with a female sorcerer rich in potential but lacking control. Initially seizing her for his destructive plans, Sukuna aims to bind her abilities through a contract. Yet, as he tries to dominate her, he finds himself intrigued by her strength and determination. Over time, his interest evolves from strategic advantage to a deeper, personal connection.

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CHAPTER 28 - A Thief's Robe

Once your heart finally settled down and the heat in your cheeks began to fade, you gathered the courage to pull the sheets away from your face.

You quickly sneaked a glance at Sukuna, trying to gauge if he’d noticed your little meltdown. But to your surprise—or perhaps disappointment—he didn’t seem the least bit interested. His eyes were closed again, and he’d settled into a casual, cross-legged position.

How could he be so calm and detached after pointing out how the two of you had ended up in such a... compromising position? Then again, maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised. His earlier words still echoed in your mind:

“I’ve seen countless naked women; you’re nothing special.”

Ouch.

Sure, you’d never considered yourself anyone’s idea of a supermodel, but you didn’t think you were that forgettable. In your experience, men had always been pretty easy to impress. Put on a low-cut shirt, force a coy smile, and they’d be tripping over themselves.

But Sukuna? He was nothing like most men. He was more of an untamed animal—wild, instinctive and dangerous. Sometimes that made him easy to read and predict, but more often, he was like a puzzle you could spend a lifetime trying to piece together and still never quite complete.

And yet, despite knowing all this, a part of you felt stung. The fact that Sukuna couldn’t spare a fleeting thought for your appearance only made the gap between you feel more... insurmountable.

Well, whatever. It’s not like you could actually pursue your crush and date him. Could you imagine that? The thought alone made you snort.

A romantic picnic? Yeah, right... Any squirrels or birds nearby would scatter within seconds, sensing the unmistakable danger. And when you'd sit down, he’d probably toss a chunk of meat at you with zero romantic pretense, declaring that, 'That’s how it was done in the Heian Era.'

And God forbid you ever took him to a tragic romance film; he’d be cackling loudly during the most heart-wrenching death scene, while everyone around you would shush in your direction, and shoot you nasty glances.

Maybe, if you were lucky, he’d at least offer you his oversized robe in some half-hearted gesture of chivalry at the end of the day—only for you to completely drown in the size of it.

The silent chuckle at that ridiculous mental picture triggered a sharp pang in your lower abdomen, suddenly making you aware of the agonizing pressure around your bladder and snapping you out of your thoughts.

Shit. You needed to pee—badly.

But there was one little problem: you were still very much lacking in the clothing department.

On one hand, Sukuna had already seen you naked, so why even care at this point? On the other hand, his rude remark earlier had made you feel, well, extra self-conscious.

Annoyed but desperate, you sat up in bed, clutching the sheets to your chest. “Uh, Sukuna, I... really need to go to the bathroom,” you said, fidgeting with the silk beneath your fingers. “Could you maybe get some clothes from my bag? It’s by the couch in the living room. Anything will do, really.”

Without opening his eyes, Sukuna raised an eyebrow, a low grumble escaping him. “I’m not your servant. Grab them yourself.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, making sure the sigh that followed was as loud as possible, so he couldn't miss it. “You really can’t spare a single ounce of decency, can you?”

Another irritated grunt followed, his lip twitching at the corner as he stretched out his legs. For a moment, you thought he was going to ignore you entirely—until his hand went to the edge of his robe, tugging at the fabric near his chest.

You blinked, suddenly very aware of what was happening as he slowly peeled off his robe. The warm amber light of the room gradually illuminated the sculpted muscles of his chest beneath, and a blush returned to your cheeks before you could stop it as you realized this was the same chest you’d laid against—naked.

“What are you doing?!” you blurted out, too flustered to think clearly.

He ignored you and, instead, shed the rest of his robe in a smooth motion. With a nonchalant toss, he sent the heavy fabric flying, and it landed right on your head, draping over you like a thick veil of white. The material muffled his voice, but you could still make out his words very clearly.

“There. Now cease your whining brat. And don’t stain that with your filthy blood.”

Wait... What?

Did he really just—did he seriously give you his robe to wear? You pulled the fabric off your head, your eyes narrowing in disbelief.

But when you hesitated, his hands clenched in angry impatience.

Not wanting to push your luck with a bladder that felt ready to burst, you slipped your arms through the robe’s sleeves, taking extra care not to aggravate the still-healing gashes on them.

The fabric was still warm from his body heat, carrying the same scent as the sheets, but with a faint hint of sweat mixed in. It was a blend that felt primal—thrilling.

You stood up from the bed, suddenly aware of just how enormous the robe truly was. And oh my god—that’s when it hit you. This was frighteningly similar to one of those absurd Sukuna-as-a-boyfriend scenarios you’d imagined just now. Could it be he actually had intentions like that toward you? No, no. This was just a coincidence.

It had to be.

Desperate to get out of the room, you shuffled toward the door, trying not to trip over the excess fabric. But just as your fingers brushed the doorknob, Sukuna’s voice rang out.

“Stop.”

You froze, his command halting you in your tracks. With slight reluctance, you turned, tilting your head in silent question.

Sukuna’s eyes, now open, began to trace over your body in that slow, deliberate manner of his. They gradually shifted from their usual menacing slits to slightly softened lids, revealing his deep crimson irises. You could have sworn there was even a faint red hue gracing his cheeks, though you quickly attributed that to the ambient light in his room, bouncing off the red walls.

After a long, tension-filled moment that had you dodging his gaze like it could have turned you to stone, he waved a hand dismissively. “Never mind. Go.”

That was odd... but you didn’t need to be told twice. You practically fled to the bathroom, grabbing your phone and a fresh set of clothes along the way. Once inside, you locked the door and let out a sigh.

You sank onto the toilet seat and hastily turned on your phone, a wave of relief washing over you as notifications flooded in from missed calls and messages from your parents and friends.

They were worried, of course—worried you hadn’t responded for over a day, worried you hadn't returned to the memorial service. But they were safe, and that was what mattered. You’d deal with their concern later. For now, you were just grateful Sukuna hadn’t made good on his promise to tear through the building and everyone in it.

It was... surprisingly decent of him, you supposed.

After flushing, you stopped when you passed by the mirror, opening the robe to reveal your stomach. The skin was smooth, untouched—no trace of the gunshot wounds. It was like they’d never been there.

Though the memory of those shots was still fresh in your mind—the ringing of your ears, the searing pain, the numbing shock. The weight of everything you’d been through crashed over you, and a sob broke free from your throat before you could stop it.

Your body might have healed, but the wounds that mattered most—the ones carved into your soul—remained untouched. You had failed Ayumi. Again. And now, the chance to make it right was lost forever.

Your fingers traced the spots where the bullets had hit, leaving faint red marks with the edge of your nail. A part of you wished the scars were still there, as a reminder of your failure. You deserved them.

You deserved something ugly to carry as a mark of atonement.

With a final circle over your stomach, you pulled the robe close and splashed cold water on your face, hoping to calm the redness around your eyes. You then changed into a fresh set of clothes, neatly folding Sukuna’s robe to return it before you knocked softly on his door.

From the other side, his regal voice called out, “Yes?”

You cracked the door open. “Uh... I just wanted to return this,” you said, holding out the robe. He growled, clearly irritated. “Then return it. Don't stand there gawking.”

You sighed, pushing the door open and stepping inside. “Here you go,” you said, setting the folded robe down in front of him. “I’ll move back to the couch and get out of your way.”

Sukuna grabbed the robe, unfolding it and slipping it back on. For a moment, you wondered if he could feel the remnants of your body heat too. Did your warmth affect him in the same way his had affected you?

It appeared the answer was no; he remained as detached and cold as ever.

You turned to walk away when you suddenly felt a hand grab your wrist.

“Wait.”

Startled by the unexpected contact, you flinched. The grip was firm but not painful. When your eyes met his, it was clear he was mulling something over. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke up.

“This" He said as he pushed the nail of his free hand into your stomach. "was clearly an assassination attempt... The only spineless fools who would resort to underhanded tactics like this, are the higher-ups at Jujutsu High."

Your heart skipped a beat. The higher-ups? You vaguely recalled Gojo mentioning something like that. Could it really be true?

Before you could fully process your thoughts, Sukuna continued, “Don’t go back to Jujutsu High for a while.”

His eyes locked onto yours. “Lay low. Stay inside. You clearly don’t have the strength to defend yourself, and they’ll undoubtedly make another attempt. We’ll continue your training until you’re marginally less useless.”

You scowled, ripping your wrist from his grasp. “What? I can’t just hide here. I have friends at Jujutsu High. Besides Gojo is there, he would protect me—”

The mention of Gojo's name seemed to anger Sukuna even more, a fierce spark igniting in his eyes as he interrupted you. "This is not up for debate," he snarled, as his gaze narrowed. "You will remain here."

Your hands balled into fists at your sides as Sukuna pushed himself up, and rose to his full height to tower over you with an undeniable authority. “I'll reassess in a fortnight. Until then, you don’t leave this apartment. That’s not a suggestion; it’s a command.”

You wanted to argue, to scream, but you knew it would be pointless. So instead, you shot him your best glare, turned on your heel, and slammed the door shut behind you.

Childish? Perhaps. But he needed to understand that this was as good as torture. It felt like being held captive all over again, and the mere thought of that...

It was suffocating.

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The next few days were a monotonous haze, a seamless loop of absolute boredom.

You’d wake up, scroll through your phone, and ignore the flood of messages from Yuji, Megumi, and Kugisaki—even Gojo’s persistent voicemails went unchecked. But what tore at you most... was leaving your mother's calls unanswered.

Not by choice, obviously; Sukuna had forbidden all contact. His reasoning? It was safer for everyone to think you were dead. You had argued hard, even throwing a desperate punch at his stomach, which he gladly returned, by the way.

But in the end, Sukuna's word was final. There was no persuading him, and you were ultimately bound by the vow.

So you were stuck here, unable to contact anyone, with nothing but an empty apartment to occupy you. No TV, no books, no games—just the whitewashed walls staring back at you. Sometimes you’d give up on your phone and simply sit, eyes tracing cracks in the ceiling while you counted the seconds in your head.

Even dinner which you typically looked forward to, had lost all its appeal. Sukuna wouldn’t let you step outside, not even for the short walk to the grocery store. So, you had to order takeout—greasy, tasteless meals that began to nauseate you by the third day. Not to mention, the smell lingered in the apartment for at least another two hours, suffocating you further.

Sukuna, on the other hand, came and went as he pleased. Often, he’d return late, his clothes stained with blood. There was never an explanation, just a brief command to join him for training.

It was the only thing that broke the monotony of your days. So, you didn’t hate those training sessions; in fact, you even looked forward to them. They allowed you to vent your frustration, burn off the restless energy building inside you, and gaze into Sukuna's deep red eyes—eyes you both liked and despised.

Though even the training had changed a little. The aftermath of your fight with Toji and the strain of using Reverse Cursed Technique had left your cursed energy sluggish and weak. No matter how hard you tried... it felt distant, like a flame struggling for air.

After the sessions, you’d shower, but by the time you were done, Sukuna had already disappeared into his room.

At least sleep came easily, deep and dreamless. But the next morning inevitably arrived, and the cycle repeated: wake up, stare at the walls, eat, train, sleep. Repeat. A week passed, and you were ready to tear the walls down with your bare hands.

So, when you saw Sukuna heading toward the door to leave again that morning, for God knows what, you quickly sprang up from the couch and shuffled over to him, catching his attention by calling out.

"Sukuna, wait! Can’t I just... go for a quick trip to the store?  I’m sure no one would notice me. I’ll wear sunglasses, wrap a scarf around my head—anything. I just need some air. I’m losing my mind in here."

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, rubbing his temples in clear annoyance before speaking. "Not after you deceived me and pulled that pitiful stunt. This situation is entirely your own doing, little sorcerer."

He turned back to the door, ready to leave, but you grabbed his robe before you could think better of it—a move you instantly regretted when he turned, a deadly look in his eyes.

Quickly, you withdrew your hand and stepped back. "Okay, I get it," you stammered, shifting tactics. At this point, you weren’t above bribing him if it meant escaping the four walls of this apartment.

You had to try.

"So... what if you gave me an official command not to go anywhere else? You know I can't break the vow. It’s just... I’m losing my mind in here, and I miss cooking for myself. Hell, I’d even cook for you. You didn’t hate it last time, did you?"

Sukuna’s jaw clenched as he glared at the door. It was as if he hated himself for even considering your request. Because of that, you were sure he would refuse you, if only to maintain his pride.

But just as you were about to give up, you heard a soft, “Tsk. Fine,” through gritted teeth.

He turned toward you, and met your gaze with a warning glare. “Don’t go further than the store, not a single step. If you sense even a hint of danger, you return immediately. Don't delude yourself into thinking you can fight with those laughable skills of yours.”

You blinked in surprise. “Seriously? I mean, yes! No problem, I’ll go straight there and back.” Your excitement bubbled over, and a genuine smile lit up your face. It wasn’t much, but it was a breath of freedom.

You hurried to grab your coat from the couch, plunging your hand between the cushions to search for your phone.

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s grip tightened on the doorknob, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he stood there, unmoving. That was until he snapped at you, “Are you going to take all day, woman?”

Wow. He was waiting for you.

You finally felt the cool surface of your phone and pulled it out, quickly sliding it into your coat. You ducked under Sukuna's arm when he opened the door, and a grin tugged at your lips as you glanced back at him, half-expecting a biting retort. “Thanks, Sukuna.”

But he didn’t snap back; his gaze was already fixed elsewhere as he huffed and slammed the door behind him.

The sunlight hit your skin when you stepped outside, warm and comforting. The air smelled fresh, and you could hear the distant sounds of the city—people talking, birds chirping—it felt like music after the days of silence. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, soaking it all in.

But then, like a literal shadow over your newfound light, Sukuna appeared behind you.

You turned, startled. “Huh? Are you going to walk me there?”

He raked a hand through his hair, with a bored expression. “Don't flatter yourself. I’ve got business in the same direction.”

“Right...” You shrugged it off, trying not to let his presence ruin the moment. The sunlight was still warm, and you could still feel the breeze. You could enjoy it, even if Sukuna was looming over your shoulder.

Though his shadow did take away some of the pleasant burn of sunlight on your skin.

As you turned onto the next street, you noticed Sukuna still walking behind you. Wasn’t he supposed to be headed somewhere else by now? Weird coincidence, but whatever.

Perhaps you could make use of this.

"Hey, Sukuna..." you began, your voice a little too casual.

Sukuna growled. You could practically hear his brows furrowing behind you. "What now?"

You stifled a smirk, having come to enjoy the push-and-pull of your dynamic. It had become something of a game for you, though one you knew could end badly if you pushed too far.

You had three gashes on your arm as tangible proof. But still, you couldn't resist.

“You know, when you held me captive in that basement—” A hint of bitterness crept into your voice. “There was a TV down there. Do you still have it? I’m going out of my mind with nothing to do.”

Sukuna’s expression didn’t change, his hands casually shoved into his pockets. People on the street instinctively steered clear of him, causing a small, empty circle to form around the two of you.

“I left it there,” he said flatly. “Buy one yourself if you're so desperate.”

You huffed. "How am I supposed to do that? I don’t have any money, and I’m kind of... stuck, thanks to you. I can’t exactly get a job under these circumstances."

You shot him a pointed look, ensuring he caught the jab. But... maybe you had pushed the limits of this game a little too far, because he let out a low growl and pulled his hand from his pocket.

You braced yourself, certain he was about to throw a fist at you.

But instead, he reached behind you in a flash, dragging a well-dressed woman from the crowd and yanking her into a nearby alley. The speed of it was dizzying—almost too quick for your eyes to track, let alone for any ordinary person.

Her expensive silk scarf fluttered away in the wind as you sprinted after them into the alley. Sukuna had her slammed against the wall, his hand gripping her neck with a harsh hold that left a nasty mark.

“Your wallet. Hand it over. Now,” he demanded. This clearly didn’t faze him at all; in fact, he looked rather indifferent, as if this was just a dull chore he had to take care of before he could move on to something more worthy of his time.

The woman trembled, pointing weakly at the handbag slung over her arm. “It’s... it’s in there. Please, don’t hurt me.”

Your eyes widened in shock, but before you could react, Sukuna released his grip and swiftly slashed the straps of her purse, sending its contents tumbling to the ground.

A cascade of makeup, loose change, and other clutter spilled across the pavement in chaotic disarray as the woman scrambled away, her heels clicking frantically against the hard surface until she vanished into the distance, swallowed by the crowd.

Sukuna sifted through the fallen items until he grabbed hold of a wallet. He tossed it to you, and you caught it instinctively, surprised by its weight; it was stuffed.

“Sukuna, you can’t just—” you started, but he was already strolling away, further down the alley. He didn't spare you a second glance as he yelled back one last time:

“Stop complaining, brat. You’ve got the money now, don’t you? Buy your damn TV and stop pestering me.”

You stared after him, utterly dumbfounded. He really was an evil jerk. And to a random lady, no less. Glancing down at the wallet in your hands, you realized you couldn't possibly return it now; she was long gone. So... the least you could do was make the most of the situation, right?

You tucked the wallet into your pocket and glanced over your shoulder like a common thief about to get caught. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this...

As you walked the final stretch to the store, you shook your head in shame.

Sukuna really was a bad influence.

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[cabinetwithcorpses]

I wanted to know when this era of influencers will end and will we return with rockstars and supermodels

[devouringyourson]

i still have an issue with overly beautiful actors playing 'normal people' in media, not because anyone is 'too pretty' to be a detective or an unemployed 20 something with a dead end job or a mechanic or whatever but because the narrative doesn't acknowledge their beauty like there's no way people would be normal around hugh dancy however off-putting will graham is. jenna coleman as a detective? great okay but you have to acknowledge how odd men would be with such an attractive woman in a police environment.

sci-fi and fantasy shows sure whatever it's a different society maybe there's different beauty standards but I just don't believe model looking people having normal contemporary lives because they simply don't? pretty privellege is definitely a thing and it takes me out of the drama when you expect me to believe someone that beautiful has a normal person job or experiences life like an average person especially in the workplace.

sorry joe wright but keira knightley was too beautiful to play lizzy bennet and i get it it's just a film aesthetic fine but anyone pretending she wouldn't be the most stunningly beautiful person a regency era brain without the internet or a social circle beyond 200 would've seen is just laughable. sure keep casting overly attractive people in films fine i get we need to sell tickets here but please acknowledge it. people simply don't act normally around hollywood beautiful people so stop pretending!!! someone give me a film about an autistic woman who may comply with eurocentric beauty standards but can't cope with or understand the pedestal society puts her on. someone give me a film with a women in a real life authority position who isn't a supermodel.

[waterlight]

Venus signs as supermodels

Aries

Paulina Porizkova (19°): signed the most lucrative partnership in 1988, a $6 million deal with Estee Lauder for seven years, the first Central European woman to appear on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue

Vera Lehndorff (22°): known professionally as Veruschka, she is considered the "first German supermodel.

Alek Wek (10° R): began her modeling career in the mid-1990's, she became one of the most successful black model in the industry. She has been hailed for her influence on the perception of beauty in the fashion industry. 

Taurus

Linda Evangelista (27°): been featured on over 700 magazine covers, Evangelista is primarily known for being the longtime "muse" of photographer Steven Meisel, as well as for the phrase: "We don't wake up for less than $10,000 a day." Described as the "chameleon" of the fashion industry, she was part of the "Trinity". Known by her nickname "The Linda".

Naomi Sims (25° R): was the first African-American model to appear on the cover of Ladies' Home Journal, which occurred in November 1968, and is widely credited as being the first African-American supermodel.

Other supermodels: Carmen Dell'Orefice (16°), Jessica Stam (25°)

Gemini

Naomi Campbell (29°, V House): sleek, tall, chic, one of the reigning queens of jet-set supermodels, the first black female model to make the covers of both the British and French Vogue. She was part of the Trinity which also included Christy Turlington and Linda Evangelista.

Giselle Bündchen (19°, VI House): since 2001, she has been one of the highest-paid models in the world. Vogue credited her with ending the heroin chic era of modelling in 1999. In 2007, Claudia Schiffer called Bündchen the only remaining supermodel. She has appeared on more than 1,200 magazine covers.

Other supermodels: Joan Smalls (14°), Kimora Lee Simmons (24°), Heidi Klum (24°), Laetitia Casta (17°, IX House)

Cancer

Iman (7°): muse of the designers Gianni Versace, Thierry Mugler, Calvin Klein, Donna Karan and Yves Saint Laurent (who described her as "the dream woman").

Lisa Fonssagrives (4°): is widely credited with having been the first supermodel. She was reported as "the highest paid, highest praised, high fashion model in the business".

Other supermodels: Jourdan Dunn (16°, II House), Devon Aoki (25°)

Leo

Donyale Luna (1°): the world’s first black supermodel; when she was 20 years old, Time magazine named 1966 as “The Luna Year,” describing the model as “a new heavenly body who, because of her striking singularity, promises to remain on high for many a season.”

Karlie Kloss (25°, II House): Models.com has said that Kloss "represents the gold standard of modeling—a girl with the look, the poise, and the drive to take things to the next level", and she ranks on their "New Supers" and "Money Girl" lists. By 2019, she had appeared on 40 international Vogue covers.

Other supermodels: Anja Rubik (6°, VIII House), Stephanie Seymour (9°, XII House), Coco Rocha (3°)

Virgo

Ines de la Fressange (19°, IV House): the first model who had an exclusive contract with a fashion house, Chanel. After her decision to accept the deal with the French government to be a model for the national symbol of Marianne, she had an argument with her mentor at Chanel, Karl Lagerfeld who considered her his muse. She terminated the relationship with the fashion house and has gone on to design for Gaultier.

Bella Hadid (6°, XII House): she began her modeling career in 2014 and walked in major fashion show for designers such as Chanel, Dior, and Marc Jacobs.

Libra

Lauren Hutton (8°, III House): signed a modeling contract with Revlon in 1973, which at the time was the biggest contract in the history of the modeling industry

Claudia Schiffer (17°, XI House):  became the face of Guess, which gave her mainstream recognition. “In order to become a supermodel one must be on all the covers all over the world at the same time so that people can recognize the girls,” she once said. Appearing on more than 1,000 covers over the span of her career, Schiffer is listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the model with the most magazine covers.

Beverly Peele (9° R): rose to fame in the late 1980s and 1990s, as a supermodel, appearing mostly in Mademoiselle and Elle magazine. She appeared on over 250 fashion magazine covers including Vogue and Harpers Bazar.

Scorpio

Twiggy (5°, IV House): with her expressive doe eyes, she was crowned “The Face of 1966,” voted British Woman of the Year, and found immediate fame all over the world.

Anna Bayle (13°): became one of highest paid models in the late 70's. She has been described as being one of the first Asian supermodels (she's filipino). Bayle became known for her unique runway walk, which The New York Times described "as if she were crushing a cigarette butt with each step down the runway".

Other supermodels: Carla Bruni (19°, V House), Kristen McMenamy (23°), Milla Jovovich (12°, V House), Beverly Johnson (19°), Jean Shrimpton (10°, XII House)

Sagittarius

Kendall Jenner (0°, VIII House): her status as a supermodel is controversial. Jenner made her debut at No. 16 on Forbes magazine's 2015 list of top-earning models, with an estimated annual income of US$4 million. In 2017, Jenner was named the world's highest-paid model by Forbes, ousting model Gisele Bündchen, who had been leading the list for more than 14 years since 2002.

Capricorn

Tyra Banks (27°, VII House): the first black model to appear on the cover of a "Sports Illustrated" swimsuit issue and the first black woman to be featured on the cover of the "Victoria's Secret" catalog.

Cindy Crawford (28°, VII House): known for her trademark mole just above her lip. Her girl-next-door aesthetic was so in demand, she fronted nearly every campaign imaginable, from Calvin Klein to Pepsi.

Other supermodels: Amber Valletta (26° R), Irina Shayk (12°), Shalom Harlow (28°)

Aquarius

Barbara Goalen (23°, XI House): is considered the first British supermodel. With her striking features and wasp-waisted frame, she epitomised post-war glamour and modelled for both Dior and Balenciaga.

Kate Moss (7° R): rose to fame in the eary 90's as part of the heroin chic fashion trend. She is known for her waifish figure and role in side zero faschion. She has inspired cultural depiction including a 18 carat gold statue of her, sculpted in 2008 for a British Museum exhibition. She was part of the 'Big 6' together with Naomi Campbell, Christy Turlington, Linda Evangelista, Cindy Crawford, and Claudia Schiffer.

Other supermodels: Christy Turlington (27°, II House), Tatjana Patitz (18°), Yasmeen Ghauri (23°), Helena Christensen (17°, IV House), FeiFei Sun (21°)

Pisces

Liu Wen (14°): in 2012, The New York Times dubbed her "China’s first bona fide supermodel". She is the first Chinese model to walk the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, the first East Asian spokesmodel for Estée Lauder cosmetics, and the first Asian model to ever make Forbes magazine's annual highest-paid models list, the first to be featured on the front cover of Vogue, the first person of Chinese descent to appear three times on Vogue.

[daisyswift3]

Meet Me at Midnight—The Complete Guidebook

So I just had several epiphanies at once…..I think Taylor might’ve given us a guidebook for her entire plan this yr (and possible coming out?) several months in advance w the release of Midnights (very mastermind of her). Looking at the vinyls and bejeweled mv again this becomes evident. I’ll explain (Also please see this excellent analysis as it provides lots of context and evidence that aligns w this theory).

The moonstone vinyl is obviously related to bejeweled and is a light blue representing the 1989 era. Others have pointed out the numerous 1989 references in the bejeweled mv: rising to the 5th floor, 2013 vsfs aesthetic, lots of light blue, short hair, NYC vibes, her ghosting the prince and living her best single life, etc.

Moonstone symbolizes light and hope and new beginnings. These things have been shown symbolically in the recent pap walks. Light and hope: the sunshine rings. New beginnings: 🦋 on the jeans and no beard. There’s also the connection to the feminine: the girl squad. Cyclical change: her returning to the 1989 era w her squad boyfriend-free; the tides, moon, and sun also undergo cyclical change (blood moon lunar eclipse?).

A clock can also be thought to undergo cyclical change and Taylor chose to use this as the main symbol that represents Midnights. Taylor has said multiple times "It's a clock, it can help you tell time" which now I'm thinking means it can literally help you know when she's gonna make certain moves, like dropping the beard and returning to the 1989 era for example. TN posted this during the Midnights promo. The clock is split into 4 quarters. The moonstone/bejeweled vinyl is the first quarter which I believe we have just exited and I'll explain why shortly. This vinyl contains the numbers 12, 1, 2, 3 which could be related to "exile ends in 3...2..."

Going clockwise we end up in the 2nd quarter—blood moon or glitch. If the 12 hrs represent 12 months, then each vinyl or quarter of the clock would represent approximately 3 months (Jan-March, 1-3 for the moonstone vinyl which adds up bc the toe breakup was said to have happened mid March). I know the pap walks were done in April so this might be more of a rough outline for events. This means a “glitch” would happen roughly April-June…A blood moon represents chaos, disruption, and change, hidden information rising to the surface (gee kinda sounds like what’s happening right now 🧐). The lavender vinyl is also in the 1st quarter and seeing that it’s a song abt bearding it makes sense. But it also seems like this vinyl is supposed to be completely separate from the main 4 vinyls so it could have a different meaning. There are a bunch of great posts analyzing the blood moon/glitch, see here and here.

Sidenote: More on the bejeweled mv numerology and symbolism—she enters the moonstone vsfs-esque room on the 3rd floor. The clock Taylor’s sitting on is pointed at 3. There’s a ton of speak now easter eggs bc 3rd album. There’s 3 step sisters instead of 2 like in the original Cinderella story. The Queen Pat scene shows multiple motifs we’re all familiar w—angels, lions, a queen/royalty, an eye?? There’s probs a ton I’m missing. But yeah all that to say it seems she’s trying to connect bejeweled/1989 era 2.0 to the number 3 or March and to one leo VS supermodel angel woman. So it’s almost as if KK was still a part of this new 1989 era despite being absent from the pap pics.

Next vinyl is mahogany which would presumably take place from July-Sept. The last date scheduled for the eras tour is in Aug which would fall in this quarter. Strength and resilience are needed during this time? There have been a ton of exile, 8/3 references lately.

The last quarter/vinyl is jade green (Oct-Dec). It represents serenity and tranquility, perhaps symbolizing the peaceful acceptance of any ensuing consequences of making a life altering decision? Dec would be the 12th hr on the clock. So could New Years be the “last page” where we finally meet the real Taylor? I mean it is one of the most important midnights of the yr. In that post I mentioned earlier others pointed out how the Cinderella story fits into the general themes of Midnights. I think Taylor keeps using Cinderella imagery bc once the clock strikes “Midnight” on New Years the facade will be gone—“Shred my evening gown” // “Dappled w the flickers of light from the dress I wore at midnight leave it all behind” // “Spring breaks loose the time is near…moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time” // “You know when it’s time to go” // “If you wish to romanticize the woman I became then say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress.” She’s telling her fans that the Taylor they love is a carefully crafted persona and the real her is not nearly as pretty and will be disillusioning to look at.

Furthermore, Taylor has really emphasized that she rejects the notion of a picture perfect 1950s life. "She would've made such a lovely bride what a shame she's fucked in the head" // "He wanted a bride I was making my own name" // "Picture perfect shiny family holiday peppermint candy" // "All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride.” Also think of all the wedding imagery she has used lately. "The bride was willing to risk it all." This video of her in a wedding dress singing champagne problems. The countless speak now easter eggs which would be overkill if she was just simply trying to tease a re-record. "Don't say yes run away now." I think she's saying that she's going to shred her wedding dress and the heteronormative fantasy swifties want for her and burn her house, a symbol of her life’s work, past selves, and closet, to the ground. Bringing it back to the serenity/tranquility symbolism, others pointed out in this post that in the eras tour wildest dreams visuals she looks perfectly content, peacefully sleeping while the world burns around her. She’s finally ready to shatter her glass closet and break free from her cage.

Jade is also the “Gem Supreme”: king of my heart; “Jewel of Heaven”: angels roll their eyes, no rules in breakable heaven, halo hiding my obsession, etc you get it; stone of the heart: again king of my heart, lover. This vinyl could be related to snow on the beach—“I searched aurora borealis green….your eyes are flying saucers from another planet.” Perhaps a reminder that she’s setting off but not without her muse?

With all this in mind I think it’d be good to revisit the Midnights prologue.

Of course this could be completely wrong and if she tours internationally and into next yr then it wouldn’t really make sense to come out yet. It could also be the case that the clock is meant to be read a different way or represent a 2 yr period rather than 1 yr. And maybe sometimes it’s meant to be read backwards instead since there have been some references lately to things being reversed? Idk what do you all think? Please feel free to add onto this !!

[kazzkan]

Ralph Lauren spring 2002 rtw

[chlorinecake]

Your moots as Enhypen members + Reason why?

@angel1kisses as 50% Niki, 50% Sunoo ~

I feel like Niki and her would bond over their shared love for tats/piercings. Much like Sunoo, she’s gentle and kind, even with people who don’t deserve it. Plus, Sunki has one of the deadliest side-eyes EVER, and I can see her having one, too

@nikisdubblchococake as 60% Niki, 40% Heeseung ~

She’s a desktop gamer, meme lord, secretly talented musician, and TALL supermodel GODDESS for starters??… Also, miss thang just naturally has this fun, energetic, and easygoing personality like Hee-ki does :3

@squoxle as 70% Jay, 25% Heeseung, 5% Sunghoon ~

This FAKE MAKNAE! Often the moodmaker like Jay is with a not-so-subtle temper, too… just don’t make her mad… or horny, because BRO HAS NO CHILL!! I’ve gotta give it to her tho, she and Hoonie have some nice nails 😏

@starrywonie as 100% Wonie ~

She’s a flirt on the slick like Won is, and it catches you off guard because you’d never expect someone as cute and shy as Nana to be such a tease at times?? Literally, the softest kitten tho, she must be protected at all costs :’)

@woniewonwoo as 100% Sunoo ~

Sweeter than sugar, Miss Livvy is just so accepting and kind and- ahhhsgshsbs. Her eyes... I bet they sparkle in the sun like Sunoo's do… and omg she has a SNORING HABIT LIKE HIM!! 🥲 She can b pretty sassy too w ppl she doesn’t like, tho, lol

@wonfilez as 100% Jake ~

This girl doubles as an athlete AND academic genius? Now you can’t tell me that doesn't just SCREAM Jake!! Not to mention, she’s also an 02’ liner… Milly is just so friendly and she often types in all caps, which is soooo Jake-coded

@cheruluv as 100% Debut Era Sunoo ~

My delicate little snowflake, she's so soft and gentle about everything. Has a tendency to get overwhelmed at times (because life is TOUGH), but she always pushes through to the end. Iya’s just got a big heart, and I'm falling for it 🫶

@microwvdstrawb3rri3s as 100% Debut Niki ~

She's so pure and has this refreshing youthfulness about her… gets excited pretty easily, but with a shy side because she's still growing up and learning life. Very studious, which I think translates to Niki's dedication to dance in a way… Can’t forget to mention how adorable she is 🥰

• For this post, I only tagged moots who I’ve interacted with more frequently — no offense to anyone <3

[thelesbianpoirot]

It's fine...

I did not like the Barbie movie. I didn't hate it, it was just a slog to get through. I was cringing, bored or annoyed. I didn't expect it to be groundbreaking, but I also didn't expect it to be a generic pop culture icon comes to the real world hijinks movie either. I thought it would be this eras Mean Girls, oddly insightful message hidden in a unassuming package. I was a bit let down. 1. The messaging in the movie is so convoluted. There is some basic feminism about women being allowed to be imperfect people, who grow and change, but then they have women save the day by seducing men, feminine wiles to distract them, and sew discord amongst them like woman are accused of, instead of any real innovative non-stereotypical plans. Men aren't really shown to be malicious, just misguided, unappreciated and incompetent, but they essentially wanted to run barbieland/kendom as a gentleman's club/hooters/ a brothel (if they knew anything about sex), they suffer no consequences for this. The movie "don't worry darling" that people shat on last year because of drama had a way more consistent message and theme than this. 2. The kens are so ugly. The Barbies except for like one or two are supermodel types, yet all the kens are just men you'd find in a parking lot of a Walmart, even the ken that belongs to the stereotypical Barbie is old and has an old man's body. If the Barbies are supposed represent perfect womanhood, why not the men? I know i'm a lesbian but other than the barbie that is clearly a man with plastic surgery uncanny valley face, and nasally voice, they all are hot. They just picked random men to be ken, like if Kens are supposed to be decorative accessories, how come Kens can be shlubby and old. And Barbie can't. You could say it's supposed to be that way, but they write it like Ken's are equally objectified, or a perfect specimen of manhood, but they don't have to look nearly as good as the barbs. 3. I expected weird Barbie to be our lesbian representation, I hoped a subtext of her weirdness meant she wasn't het, they didn't even have to give her a girlfriend, Kate carries lesbian subtext with her, but they had Kate McKinnon say a line about wanting to see Ken's smooth privates despite earlier in the movies Barbie and Ken don't know what sex is. Was it written just to make sure we don't think she's a lesbian? Alan is implied to be gay, by a line or two, but I just think it is a wasted.

4. The dialogue is too plain to be surreal. It wasn't transported to this world, I was lectured to, by a teacher speaking through dolls/puppets. I won't complain about it not being funny, because I know comedy is subjective, but the dialogue did nothing for me. It was preachy in a lot of areas, and I wouldn't have some a problem with preachiness if the message didn't suck. "We just need to coddle and comfort men to get/maintain our rights?"

5. There wasn't a single line or reference to tomboy girls, masc girls, gnc girls/women, like the existence of women who may not want living bright pink empty existences. I wouldn't count weird barbie as gnc, because it wasn't a natural feature of hers, not something she chose. Main Barbie at the end just looks the same, and probably has the same interests, she just wears flat sometimes. GIVE BARBIE A BUZZCUT and some combat boots. IDK Mean Girls had a more radical consistent message in the 2000s.

I don't think I am explaining it right, but why not have Sasha, gloria's daughter be a tomboy that genuinely isn't into this stuff, instead of just pretending she's too cool for it. It is just always a little bit of a let down when a film/movie claims to be speaking to women but instead it speaks to femininity/instead of femaleness. i.e, I do like that barbie when to the gyno.

6. I don't think this movie would be as popular as it is, if it was just about a generic doll, and not connect to the barbie brand name. There is absolutely nothing in this movie that stands out to me. It is barely better than a sonic comes to the real world, or smurfs come to the real world story to me. It's fine. Every woman who said she felt a deep connection with the women they watched it with, I am jealous of you, like what are we connecting over? Our joint love of clothes, pink, our goofy yet lovable boyfriends? I feel nothing.

7. Ken, Ryan Gosling, was given too much screen time without Barbie. Everyone online is singing his praises. Saying that he was the best one in the movie, what were they talking about? He was doing Saturday night live worthy performances. I am starting to think these people just love men. Because the only value this movie had is the few scenes where Margot Robbie is allowed to show genuine sadness, dismay and existential dread.

8. The parts I appreciated: a) Barbie meeting that older woman on the bench, b) am I a man without power a woman? c) Barbie deny Ken's any real power. (They should have exiled the Kens to fucking the desert!).

Overall, I like a line or two lines, but all together it is just a confused movie. Not confusing, but this was a movie talking in circles to distract you that it is saying nothing of value really. Real throwing shit at the wall kind of messaging. It's like a whole movie of not a single new or exciting idea or concept being is introduced to you. I wouldn't care to watch it again, or spend time ranting and raving about it online. But I just felt like sharing. I will forget the contents of the movie in a day or two.

[terrence-silver]

So the 80s/90s were the era of the supermodels. What would Terry be like with a supermodel beloved? Would he make her quit her career because he wants to keep her to himself, or would he like showing her off?

---

Makes them quit.

But, first...

I think Terry Silver flaunts them for a spell. Flexes his muscles and shows them off just enough to taunt the world with it --- that he's got his claws into one of the most prolifically beautiful (and possibly famous?) people on the planet. It's all him. All for him. He's won this precious trophy. He's like a crocodile doing one last death spin with it's victim before devouring them with gusto. It's really an ego thing as much as it's a way to brag. Once he's done with that phase, though, his supermodel beloved retires from the catwalk at the height of their career and by extension, from public life and what's worst (best) they might end up convinced by Terry that this was their idea all along. They might end up convinced to feel thankful to Terry for supporting them in this wonderful, wonderful decision. After all, focusing on domesticity isn't at all that weird once someone settles down. Everyone does it. And beloved does want to settle down, don't they?

Don't they?

Of course they do. They like that sort of thing, don't they?

All those legs and toned muscles, all those tits and ass are all his. Only his. Beloved's his robot now. Terry Silver's got his own private supermodel on the premises. Someone for his eyes only. Nobody should see them. Touch them. Even fantasize about them. He possibly uses his powers and connections to do something as crazy as ensure all further photographing and distributing said photographs of them, past, present and future, results in draconic lawsuits, taking on a managerial role where his beloved's retired career is concerned and if at all possible, scraping their presence from the annals of fashion history altogether simply because he can and feels revenge is well deserved when people dare intervene with someone his. He's territorial, you see. Doesn't share what's his. Not ever.

[punkpandapatrixkdailyread]

流されて　流されて　僕の所へ nagasarete nagasarete boku no tokoro e／come to me, ever so flowingly, come to where I am

Moon Day 27 in Leo／Waning Crescent

day’s V I B E – 3 of Pentacles

The 27th moon day is a calm and rather uneventful day. Maybe because 2+7=9? So with that 9 vibration it feels like a lot of things that aren’t serving us anymore are ending—disappearing with the Waning Crescent. Upon new moon, it’s a clean slate all over again. My MoonX app today has this notification:

‘It's a Balsamic Moon now. Trust the greater will and let go of the obsolete.’

With the aenergies of the last couple of days, it feels synchronous that I also chanced upon this short:

‘What I thought I wanted when I was younger, it wasn’t my time to have.’

It ties very delightfully with the Priestess of Intuition. On the 27th moon day, do your tasks following your intuition. Everything will feel much more effortless that way and to your surprise you will have achieved quite a lot of things by the end of the day. Even if not ‘a lot’, you’ll find yourself having made meaningful discoveries about yourself and your environment.

The 3 of Pentacles will make you feel, finally, like you’re settling in your new environment/habit/routine/mindset/etc. It just feels like you’ve finally got the hang of whatever it is you’ve been attempting to make a habit of or that you feel surer of the choice you’ve recently made.

CONGRATS! YOU DESERVE AN ICE CREAM🎐🍦

Priestess of Intuition

m o o n a v i g a t i o n ♥︎

‘What is meant for me will always find its way to me. Here I am in the frequency of love and gratitude. I have all I need and want. I am living my best Life, every moment of my Life. What is meant for me lovingly flows towards me. The world is without resistance—for this is a world of my creation. Destiny finds me when I am ready. At any time, I am readying myself for my Destiny. In time, everything comes full circle naturally.’

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[shapom]

stupid question but do you have any hcs or any pic references for the members in nynfgf? like how they dress or how they look etc etc… love ur writing so much ^_^🩵

not a stupid question! thank you for asking !!

😅😅 this makes me feel like a bad writer but i feel like most of my headcanons will just be in the story ? i do have a lot of ideas that build the main couple up but maybe I should have some ideas that are separate..

headcanons (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK bc most of these will be in the story later):

-nayeon has penis envy. she tried to use the bathroom designated for alphas as a kid and got in trouble. shes comfortable and doesnt have dysphoria but she does really want one. she has an absurd collection of straps in every length and thickness to please the omegas she hooks up with -jeongyeon's first gf was significantly older than her and it was an *interesting* dynamic -momo is an omega who has only ever dated omegas. shes been in love with mina since they met -sana is capable but was not ambitious in school so she worked low stakes jobs after college before taking a sales (phone operator) job at jeongyeon's company. she worked on a different floor before she was promoted to a contract hire (her current role) and happened to spot jeongyeon 1.5 years before the start of NYNFGF. she had a huge crush on her and immediately tried to meet her but was unsuccessful. thats why shes so casual about offering to help jeongyeon and hooking up with her, she never forgot about jeongyeon (but she isnt obsessed) -jihyo isnt closeted but is pissed at having to perpetually come out as an alpha who is into alphas. she likes really masculine types who are never into her -mina had some internalized homophobia before she dated momo and tried to date alphas. all the relationships ended badly (she also had bad taste in alphas) and she is kind of an omega version of a misandrist

SMC will show up at some point but have very small roles so i'll save their details for the story

i have somewhat deliberately not visually defined the members bc i want people to imagine what they like. nayeon definitely has that brown hair she will never give up though HAHA

visual references:

i have two ideas for Jeongyeon. i mainly like to imagine her similar to this WIL look, but with actual hair / not the bad wig lol. she has jet black hair (or black or brown) and its short

if people dont like this look i have also imagined her around FS era. the point is she has a natural hair color and a low maintenance haircut

style wise she wears suits (black or gray with a white collared shirt and simple tie) to work but doesnt wear the jacket when shes at her desk. i dont have any jeongyeon references here bc all the suits she has worn have been too fitted or too baggy. i imagine this jeongyeon to have less of a feminine body/less curves so the suit does fit her more like a man (loose, isnt tight on her hips or bust). her height is supposed to be the same IRL but if ppl want to imagine her a little taller thats fine too

Sana i imagined her close to how she is now, but maybe less supermodel looking? less thin, with a fuller face, but with brown hair. i like this IGY pic bc its recent but she doesnt look intimidating hot like she does in her Prada ads..

style wise she dresses very in line with japanese fashions, except her clothes are kind of simple and structured. she doesnt wear clothing with a lot of ruffles or overly feminine patterns but always looks very feminine in contrast to how simple her clothes are if that makes sense?

sorry for potato quality

these photos are not examples of what she would wear because she is a little more feminine than this but theyre an example of how feminine she looks wearing a simple outfit if that makes sense ??

omg i think i spent an hour on this ask i hope this helps anon and sorry if the visuals are different that what you wanted!