#gucci showtime

[fizzarollitm]

When the number lit up his phone screen he thought to hit end call or flat out block it. It was infuriating the number was still burned into his memory years after he ever needed it. He stared at it unmoving until it nearly went to voicemail only then pressing the button and answering, persona snapped on. He tried to keep his tone soft for Asmodeus' sake but already the urge to snap was at the back of his tongue. Just the sound of his fucking voice and he wanted to throw his phone or throw up or all of the above.

But then it's about Barbie he felt his tail drop along with his heart. The fact Blitzo was looking for centers meant she wasn't dead but it did mean she slipped again. He had to take this; he would never forgive himself if he didn't.

Asmodeus grunted as he slid off his chest and Fizz took the time to kiss his cheek, sliding a hand under Ram until the eyes closed back down. He'll narc on him later but he had time before Ozzie was conscious enough to understand. He made his way to the bathroom and pulled a shirt off the floor needing something to cover up his body during this conversation. He felt too aware of himself, of his body, of the way the voice on the other end dragged him back fifteen years.

" Some fancy fucking place— shit. " The lights turned on and Fizz avoided the mirror, turned so his back rested on the counter. ReVitalize was two years ago, she was banned from Cloud Treatment Center, Upper Sloth denied her even when he pulled his name... " Holy Remedies. By Nyx in the dream district. " She had been tossed there after she bit the nurse at wherever she went before that and only Fizz walking in there and causing a scene kept her in-house.

Fizzarolli set his lips and his leg bounced. He could see Ozzie shifting because Ram was bad at keeping secrets. " You said Gluttony. I can be there in an hour give or take. " That was a lie. He could be there in seconds but he needed to get ready. Set his face, his look, put on Fizzarolli, and tighten it down until no one could see under it. " Which hospital is it ? "

“ things must be catastrophic if you’re calling me at this hour. ” Blitzø / @fizzarollitm

Catastrophic, huh. Feels like an understatement.

Blitz is shocked that Fizz picked up at all - that he doesn't have this number blocked. Maybe he'd just take Blitz's name off of it ; maybe he got a new phone in the interim. What doesn't surprise him is the effect of hearing Fizz's voice this close, not mediated by a stupid fuckin' ad on TV or an animatronic voice box. Something soft and vulnerable aches behind his ribs - if he hadn't already emptied out his stomach in the hospital bathroom, he'd probably be hurling again.

❝ ... Obviously. ❞ There's not enough vitriol in his voice ; he should be giving as good as he gets - keeping up the façade of complete contempt and outright rage that he's had for the last, what, ten? Eleven years? He's just too fucking exhausted. ... Shit. How fucking shitty is it of him to hear Fizz's voice and just want to break the fuck down ?

Blitz presses his head against the alleyway wall that he's slid down, one arm curled around a propped up knee, the other holding his phone by his ear. There hadn't been time to get Barbie to Sloth, even though Sloth's medical care is clearly superior ; the orange lights of Gluttony are mockingly cheerful, even this late at night.

❝ Look - I just need to verify the name of the last rehab Barbie was in. They're telling me they don't have a record of her, and I'm sure they're fucking lying - ❞ It's only been ... a few months? Since he'd last scooped her up off the pavement and gotten her, unconscious but alive, to care. His arms are shaking now, but not from the exertion of carrying her to Gluttony's best hospital. ❝ - You won't ever hear from me again, I swear to fuck. Just - please. Just this one thing. For her. ❞

[beyondxmeasure]

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Just a Little Taste Before I Go (4k) Just before showtime, Harry has a bit of nervous energy and needs help to settle himself before he and the boys hit the stage in Milwaukee. Louis knows just the place.

Or… The one where Harry and Louis just need to... ahem, blow off some steam in a storage closet and wind up dabbling in some unplanned kink exploration—and we find out what really happened before they took the stage that night of OTRA tour… you know the one.

I Was Born like This, Don’t Even Gotta Try (2k) Louis and Harry return home after a long day of promo events and cocktail parties. They’re both exhausted, but that doesn’t stop Louis from keeping a promise he made to Harry in the limo earlier that night.

A certain geometric Gucci suit might have played a part in helping Louis’ keep that promise.

Near You Now (8.5k) When a leaky bathroom sink turns into a minor flood, Harry has to act fast. So, he thinks of the closest (and most unlikely) way to find home repair help… Grindr. The last thing he expects from this quick fix is to find anything long-term.

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[lingyunxiang]

Lisa Schultz 莉莎·舒尔特

who has been active in Hollywood all year round, is an American artist, also known as the "Neon Queen". She is famous for her expressive neon sculptures. Her work is exhibited in international galleries and museums. Schulte began bending neon lights in the early 1980s. In addition to producing artwork for famous Hollywood directors Lucas and Spielberg, Schulte also produced custom designs and signage for 16 world brands, including: Showtime, The WB , 20th Century Fox, Paramount, ABC, Nike, CBS, Chanel, Calvin Klein, Gucci, HBO, Hulu, Netflix, YSL, KARMA Automotive and NBC.

[zot3-flopped]

Ngl at first i was wondering why bad bunny and kendall were doing that gucci campaign and i was lowkey upset cause i‘m sorry harry has more pull, why change him our for them. But then i googled bad bunny net worth: 88 million and harry is 120. So i get it now, h doesn‘t need it anymore and with alessandro being gone, he doesn‘t need to be a supportive friend

The first Gucci collection by Sabato De Sarno is much more conservative than Alessandro's collections, and that's not Harry's vibe.

GUCCI SPRING 2024 READY-TO-WEAR COLLECTION

BY NICOLE PHELPS

September 22, 2023

Sabato De Sarno’s Gucci debut was planned for the streets of Brera, near the arts university and the students that make the neighborhood such a lively, vibrant part of Milan. A rainy forecast forced a late-breaking venue change—a hard decision but the right one: the skies opened up half an hour before showtime. It meant we were back at the company headquarters on the edge of town where Alessandro Michele held his Gucci shows, but in every other way that counts, this was a clean break from the brand’s recent past.

When Kering named De Sarno for the job in January, he was an unknown quantity, with the remit of “reinforcing the house’s fashion authority while capitalizing on its rich heritage,” said the press release announcing his appointment. His predecessor had left in November, after a seven-year run that had reversed the fortunes of the Italian heritage label and changed the look of fashion, but ended amid reports of flattening sales and falling share prices.

De Sarno was plucked from the design studio at Valentino, where he rose from knitwear designer to Pierpaolo Piccioli’s closest collaborator over the course of 14 years. His former boss was in the audience today, alongside the likes of Julia Roberts, Jodie Comer, Ryan Gosling, and Paul Mescal. Mark Ronson, who produced the show soundtrack, attended with his wife Grace Gummer. Bad Bunny and Kendall Jenner were both in the crowd, though not together. There was no Jared Leto.

The eccentricity that was central to Gucci’s former era was entirely absent. Instead, De Sarno set out to establish his essentials, focusing on cut and proportion, and repeating shapes for emphasis. The first look was a peak-lapeled coat in a dry charcoal wool, its only embellishment a striped grosgrain ribbon on the inside of the back vent, worn over a simple white tank and black short-shorts with a GG buckle belt.

- Vogue

[amethystsoda]

using your spotify top 100 playlist, shuffle 10 songs and tag 10 people.  (thanks @holochromatic for the tag!)

Tagging: @shirohyorin @rozentias @mapesandoval @shaylistic @giogio-gucci-gangstar @pensivespecter @bonesandsunflowers @kurohebi @rowenoke @m00dysunflower and anyone else who has the Spotify wrapped top 100 list!

[jessicacho]

Starz To Launch Bundle With MGM+ On Prime Video

Starz recently announced that they will partner with Amazon to bundle with MGM+ on Prime Video throughout the United States. This is a long-term agreement between Starz and Amazon as they provide users with a 20% discounted price of $11.99 a month in comparison to its original price of $14.99 a month. “We are excited to join forces with Amazon to offer Starz together with MGM+ to their millions of customers on Prime Video,” said Alison Hoffman, president of domestic networks for Starz. “Starz is a complementary service to general entertainment offerings, so we’re thrilled to see that bundling is now here and believe there will be many more bundling opportunities to come.”

Starz and MGM+ were previously known as Epix. In March of last year, Amazon made a deal to acquire MGM for $8.45 billion. Through this acquisition, Amazon rebranded the streaming service to be called MGM+. Starz has lost 1.1 million domestic subscribers in just the last three months of 2022. This includes a decline of 700K streaming subs and 400k linear subs. Through this bundle agreement, Lionsgate and Amazon hope to see some bump in their subscriber count. 

Lionsgate is currently going through a process of separating from Starz. They are planning to split off the studio business this September quarter. They are splitting in hopes of “pursuing strategic and financial paths that make sense for each of them, ” announced Feltheimer, the chief executive officer at Lionsgate. This also raises the question of whether Amazon’s Prime Video might potentially put a bid on Starz. 

More companies are looking to bundle as content costs are rising with elusive profitability. For example, Paramount+ is bundled with Showtime and HBO Max is bundled with Discovery+. Through such bundle agreements, the streaming world is becoming more rational in its content spend, focusing on “profitability instead of chasing subscribers,” as remarked by Feltheimer. The streaming industry can focus more on its content strategies, bundling, and packing conversation. 

As people sign up through Amazon Prime for this Starz-MGM+ bundle, people will gain access to series such as Outlander and Power from Starz and worldwide films such as House of Gucci, Robocop, and The Pink Panther. 

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[bebemoon]

i want to wish a very happy 21st birthday to the wildly talented and ethereal pair- @roseate-angel & @apricot-rose ! bisous, angels ♡

from ‘gucci showtime’ campaign film for gucci spring 2o19, by glen luchford.

[ms-mandy-m]

Vaquel Tyies for Gucci Fall 2019

[thisobscuredesireforbeauty]

Gucci Spring Summer 2019. Photography by Glen Luchford. Source

[juniorstyleldn]

Ready for Monday? #guccishowtime . . Repost @gucci ・・・ In an image from #GucciShowtime, oversize sunglasses featuring decorative star-shaped rivets from the new #GucciEyewear collection designed by Alessandro Michele https://ift.tt/2HS5dIG

[snowmacaca]

[itsalovelyprocess]

Gucci Showtime Campaign (2019)

[kellycomarketing]

It’s Showtime... Shot and directed by Glen Luchford, the Gucci Showtime campaign takes inspiration from classic Hollywood films and musicals of the 40s & 50s. Gucci extravagantly  celebrates the vivid color, glamour and joyfulness of of the Golden Age of Hollywood. Production values are out of this world, not to mention the unique work of Alessandro Michele. Bravissimo, Gucci...

[strangenewfriends]

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[streamondemand]

What to stream: 'Blackbird' on Apple TV+, 'Everything Everywhere' on VOD, 'The Sea Beast' on Netflix, 'House of Gucci' on Prime

What to stream: ‘Blackbird’ on Apple TV+, ‘Everything Everywhere’ on VOD, ‘The Sea Beast’ on Netflix, ‘House of Gucci’ on Prime

Here’s what’s new and ready to stream now on Netflix, Hulu, HBO Max, Disney+, Amazon Prime, video-on-demand, and other streaming services …   A convicted drug dealer (Taron Egerton) is pressured into going into a maximum-security prison for the criminally insane and getting a confession from a suspected serial killer (Paul Walter Hauser) in crime drama “Black Bird” (TV-MA). Dennis Lehane…

[erodasfishtacos]

HSLOT DETROIT

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warning: smut

*reference*

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Harry was a sucker.

He fell into his wife’s traps every single time without fault.

He happily throws logic, common sense, and good decision out the window of it means it makes his wife pleased (or it results in sex.)

Harry has always been that way.

But what was interesting was it was only for her; anyone else he’d had no problem denying or telling ‘no.’

-

“Harry, c’mon. I really want to go see the Eiffel Tower,” YN begs quietly so the bodyguards don’t hear her.

“Paul will kill me, can’t,” Harry whispers back, they were walking up to their hotel rooms with the four other boys - on the Where We Are Tour.

“You promised me you would take me to see it at night,” She replies with a frown, “How much fun would it be to sneak out of the hotel and walk around?”

Harry matches her frown, his curls were pushed back by a headscarf, a white tee on, and his signature black skinny jeans with boots.

“Baby-“

“And I’ve always wanted to mess around in the park near the tower too,” YN goads into his ear before pressing a very pointed kiss to the hinge of his jaw.

“Fuck it. If we get caught, m’blamin’ you,” Harry sighs with a fond smirk - they both know that they’re going to get caught and he will take 100% of the blame.

They still do it anyways.

-

It hasn’t changed, ever years later, Harry’s easy for his wife.

“Darlin’,” Harry rasps lowly, hands grip tightly on her plush hips through the thin leggings, “Can’t now, I have t’go on in like ten minutes.”

YN had cornered him in an utility closet, right near the stage, he already had his in-ears draped around his neck and his mic pack on.

“Want it though,” She mumbles breathily, her hand is palming him through the scratchy glitter fabric of his trousers and her lips are tracing his ear.

“Y’know we don’t ‘ave time, please baby,” Harry titters worriedly but does nothing to stop his wife from her motions.

His cock was hard, painfully so with each directed pass of her hand and it was getting way to close to showtime to be hard like this.

“We have enough time,” YN pouts, a teasing glint in her eye, even though she knows they really fucking don’t.

But does Harry give into his wife?

Absolutely.

“Fuck, y’better get y’fingers on y’clit if you want a chance at coming,” Harry hisses, slipping off his suspenders and unbuttoning his Gucci pants in a rush.

His wife leans in to grip him, giving him firm strokes and begins mouthing at his neck - Harry is in so much bliss when she thumbs at the sensitive tip.

“Mm, changed my mind. Better figure that out, have a good show!” YN smirks, pulling back and pursing her lips before adding, “Paybacks a bitch.”

Harry is standing like a fucking idiot in the closet, tucking himself away and thinking about sad things to get himself to soften.

Then his mind goes to how he’s absolutely going to wreck YN later. A hand around her throat, a thumb between her lips…

“Shit,” He mutters when he gets off track and when his name is called through his in-ears - well luckily it went down enough by then.

And did he deserve this treatment from his wife?

He’d say no.

She would say yes - that he had been a nightmare that morning.

It had been small things but he had known what he was doing.

She was woken up to Harry pressing himself against her behind, in a slow grind to help ease the ache of his morning wood.

When she had murmured a greeting and went to move her bum back into him…

He innocently said, “Mmm, I could go f’a cup of tea. You?”

Before getting out of bed like nothing happened.

Then it was his purposeful timing.

The morning of ‘accidental’ touches and way too many dirty innuendos.

It ended in Harry finally hiking her up on the hotel kitchen counter and slipping two fingers into her heat while mouthing at her nipples through her bralette.

Then right when she’s on the edge of his orgasm, he gives her a faux surprised look when his phone rings and says, “Oh, I forgot I had a call with Alessandro. Sorry, bug.”

Before he answers it, rasping, “Hello?” before he sucks his damp fingers in his mouth and trails off down the hall.

-

What Harry didn’t know was, when he went on stage, the fans were freaking the fuck out about a very obvious mark on his throat.

Fans were trying to get close up pictures of the irritated skin because Harry had a hickey on his neck and was prancing around all night without knowing.

-

After the show, Harry dashes off to use the restroom and takes a moment to scroll through his phone on Twitter.

He sees that usual #HSLOT and #LoveOnTour is trending but then he sees one that makes his brow furrowed, #HoeOnTour.

When he clicks it, his timeline is flooded with pictures of him, but more specifically his neck when there are prominent marks from his wife.

Normally, YN is waiting right at the doors for Harry to emerge through after he runs off stage but she isn’t there - which means she is purposely avoiding him.

The issue is…Harry tries to play games and fuck with YN but she always comes back with a bigger and better rebuke which means he always loses.

“Where’s m’wife?” Harry asks as soon as he sees Jeff who has Lambert and Tommy with him.

“She’s bullshitting with the band,” His manager replies, thumbing towards the lounge area where there are couches and such.

He storms down the hallway, true to his word, YN was laughing along with his bandmates and sipping a soda - not acknowledging his entrance.

“Great show,” Mitch greets, his arm around Sarah’s shoulder and a water in the other hand.

The others join in, complimenting and praising Harry’s performance but his gaze is laser locked on his wife who is blatantly ignoring his entrance.

“Aren’t y’gonna congratulate me, princess?” Harry directs towards her with a sickeningly sweet tone that is full of desire and fury.

“Nothin’ I haven’t seen before,” YN shrugs, giving him a coy look because she can, because she fucking owns him and everyone knows it.

And god, he wants to fuck the brat out of her.

“Oh no? After eleven years, y’finally gettin’ sick of it?” Harry replies, licking his lips and ignoring the curious gazes of the people around him.

YN flutters her lashes at him as she lies, “I liked you better when you sang about first kisses and wore those tight jeans.”

“Let’s go, now,” Harry demands, his patiences had completely run out now and he needed to make her 6 who she belongs too.

“But the band invited me out to the bar…” YN trails off, acting like she was going to go when in reality - she and Harry both knew she didn’t and wasn’t planning on it.

“Get y’arse moving,” He interrupts her little act and turns away - walking towards the dressing rooms without another word.

He knows she’ll follow and she does, with a lazy drag of her feet behind him to make as much noise as possible.

Harry can’t even make it to the dressing room, turns around and manhandles her into a empty conference room with a long oak table lined with swivel chairs.

“M’so fucking done with y’bullshit,” Harry seethes, pushing her until her bum hits the table and he places her on top of it.

“Lock the door,” She reminds him.

“Nah, don’t think I will. Y’wanted everyone t’see that I belong to you. Don’t think I’d mind someone walkin’ in on me showing you that you belong to me.”

His hands are unbuttoning her trousers and yanking them to her ankles along with her lace thong without any semblance of care.

“Everybody already knows your mine. You get up on stage every night and sing hours worth of love songs about me,” She quips with a cocky tone as she kicks off the clothes.

“‘Course m’yours, darling. Anyone can tell from a mile away,” Harry agrees, purposefully latching onto her collarbone and suckling harshly to bring blood to the surface.

“H, gonna -“

“Oh? Am I gonna leave a mark?” He taunts, admiring the already blooming patch of irritated skin, “M’not even close to being done.”

He tugs her shirt over her head, lays her back, and sucks harsh, painful love bites onto her chest, ribs, and all over her plush belly - pressing his thumb into them afterwards.

Harry had planned on fucking her up even more, giving it to her hard and with his hand wrapped around her throat but when he finishes a hickey on her hip and looks up at her.

Her eyes are wet and wide, arousal coating her inner thighs, and she’s whimpering, “Please, baby. Please.”

And that desire flies out the window, instead he wraps her legs around his waist and leans over her, lips brushing hers as he thrusts in.

“Sucha a good girl f’me. Love being yours, mark me up all y’want for anyone to see. I’d fuckin’ love it, belong to you,” Harry whispers lovingly as she tearfully moans with him hitting her spot every other time.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” She chants until the ball explodes in her belly and she’s coming with high-pitched whines and shaking thighs.

“Sweetheart, been yours since I laid eyes on you. I’d give all this up if you asked - m’fuckin’ heart is yours,” He moans, his thrusts picking up in speed before he’s stilling and coming with a long, loud noise.

“Mmm, much better than that curly boy with skinny jeans,” YN jokes as he cleans her up.

“Heyyy,” Harry pouts, helping her slip back into her trousers and he has to take his phone out to snap a picture of her love bite riddled upper body, “Y’been with me for eleven years! Don’t act like I wasn’t giving it to you good when we were younger!”

Aforementioned, YN is the best person to get Harry riled up at the flip of a switch.