#instead of boutique brands

[singlethread]

If you’re ever like omg why do my vets always push hills and royal canin and purina pro plan it’s because those are veterinarian backed diets and often times prescription specific

[poorlittlevampire]

also the lack of info available for fashion dreamer despite the game being an “early 2023 release” is stressing me OUT

[plethorawrites]

Guys! Clark has started to invade too!!! Anyway, today I was thinking about Smallville Clark Kent (personal go to when thinking about the character) with a new neighbor from the city...

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Clark Kent: Who sees you by the fence, petting his family's horses, and doesn't recognize you, which is odd because he recognizes everyone in such a small town.

Clark Kent: Who quickly realizes from the way you dress to the lack of an accent that you're not just new in town, but from some larger city that probably has apartment buildings with more tenants than the entire town has people.

Clark Kent: Who brushes off your apology for petting the horses, which you'd only done because you've never seen any in real life and couldn't resist how sweet they looked.

Clark Kent: Who watches you insist on going home to unpack instead of keep talking, but runs into you at school the next day and offers to show you around.

Clark Kent: Who you offer a ride home in your car as a thank you for being an extremely patient tour guide.

Clark Kent: Who accepts, under the condition that you let him show you the town too and when you tell him you pretty much have with how small it is, shakes his head and tells you there's a lot of places people don't know about aside from him or a few other kids.

Clark Kent: Who not only shows you his favorite places the next time you're both free, but also says he would be glad to teach you to ride, if you ever wanted.

Clark Kent: Who is thrilled when you take him up on it and spends several hours on a trail with you at a calm pace, keeping close in case anything suddenly spooked your horse. Although they were incredibly good horses so there weren't any problems.

Clark Kent: Who was fascinated by watching you slowly get more accustomed to the town—wearing clothes that were from a local boutique instead of a designer brand, engaging in the rather silly but beloved town traditions, even cutting off some of the friends from the city who you realized weren't really your friends at all after they once visited and immediately started making fun of Clark and his friends.

Clark Kent: Who was surprised at first, when you showed up at his family's door one day asking to help with the animals, but quickly got used to you coming over to help him feed or bathe them, which you claimed was your way of thanking him for the riding lessons but he suspected you just wanted an excuse to be with the animals.

Clark Kent: Who knew you'd fit in with his friends after they got over their own prejudice of you being rude or pretentious because you're from the city and likes hanging out with you with them but likes it just as much, maybe more, when everyone leaves and you're able to stay a bit longer in the barn.

Clark Kent: Who leans out the window next to you, enjoying the breeze as the sun sets and tells you he's glad you moved to Smallville.

Clark Kent: Who sees you shudder from the cold and instantly wraps his jacket around you, conveniently ignoring your blushing cheeks in case he was misreading the situation.

Clark Kent: Who still carefully tucks a piece of hair out of your face—while the voice in head screams not to ruin things—just to see it better and wets his lip while staring at yours.

Clark Kent: Who leans in slowly, waiting for the moment you'd slap him and walk out for daring to try something with you, but only sees you leaning in too.

Clark Kent: Who kisses you for the first time while you're in the barn, wearing his jacket, but promises himself then and there that it wouldn't be the last.

[shomatoriashi]

01/06/25; 06:03pm

sylus x fem.reader | non.mc

obligatory tags: @voidsylus | @milkandstarlight

warnings: unedited; semi-public s-x.

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

the boutique located in the n109 zone that sylus had taken you to was surrounded by dozens of high class women; those who were born with a silver spoon in their hands. now, being an average woman, you didn’t get to experience the luxuries of such a life until much later (the moment you fell in love with sylus as he swore to give you not only his heart, but anything and everything you desired as well.)

which was why you were here to begin with. even as you browsed the cute trinkets and jewelry from the store, you could feel the clerk’s eyes glaring daggers into you. not only were you receiving dark looks, but all the other employees were actively ignoring you, choosing instead to sink their claws into your lover as their saccharine voice asked if he needed any help.

“no, i’m fine, but my girlfriend could use some assistance.”

you momentarily bask in their crestfallen expression, watching as they tossed aside their curled hair before marching over to you. you had not even spoken a single word when the catty employee leans in to harshly whisper in your ear, “sorry, but i believe these cute jewels are just way too expensive for the likes of you. after all, having you wear our brand would be such a disgrace.”

as swiftly as she came, she stomps away from you, her laughter echoing throughout the store as she went to gossip with her coworkers over what had just transpired. manicured nails point at you, as their hushed whispers openly mocked you as they spoke about how unfit you were to be with mr. sylus.

grateful that sylus was entirely focused on the contents of his phone, you decided to get a tiny bit of revenge by hatching an almost diabolical plan. instead of looking at the various rings and necklaces, you cling onto sylus’s arms and point toward the direction of the section that housed all of the lingeries.

“walk me over there?” you point a finger over at where the various lingeries were on display, watching as sylus’s eyebrows go up in amusement.

“my, i wanted to take you here in order to help treat yourself. i didn’t think that i would receive a treat as well, little dove.”

you tried to appear as innocuous as possible, jutting your lips out into a pretty pout as you pulled sylus along. “but of course, i’m always willing to spoil you, sy.”

with sylus practically following you around (like a lost puppy), you have him talk to the lady manning the fitting rooms, asking him to get a key for one of the rooms as you made your selection alone. giving you a chaste kiss, he obeys your command and leaves you to your own devices-

which was exactly what you wanted to happen.

your eyes scan the various lingeries, searching for the perfect one that would set sylus off-

and within mere minutes, you found one.

the material of the flimsy piece left little to the imagination, and you could just picture the way your perky nipples would strain against such pretty lace while wrapping the most intimate part of you in ribbons-

this is the one.

folding the lingerie, you head towards the fitting rooms, seeing sylus waiting for you as he handed you the key. blowing him a kiss, you sweetly ask him to wait for you before locking yourself into the single room. taking a moment to admire such a spacious area, you muse to yourself at how this place felt like a totally different world before getting to work. putting your purse aside, you hurriedly shimmy out of your clothes, making sure you were bare before sliding on the lingerie, feeling the silk fabric fit your form to perfection. admiring yourself in the mirror, you put on a fresh coat of lip gloss while fixing your hair-

ready for sylus to make his move.

you open the door, standing seductively against it while whispering sylus’s name. he looks away from his phone, meeting your sultry gaze as his eyes widened with shock. crimson irises were felt raking down your form, making you giggle.

“like what you see, sy?”

yet the onychinus leader doesn’t answer you, choosing instead to march into your fitting room while slamming the door shut. “do i like what i see? kitten, you are absolutely divine.” you feel the way his powerful hands wrap around your waist before picking you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as you felt the way his clothed erection strained against you-

making you break out into a grin when you realized you had him; hook, line, and sinker.

he presses his hot lips press against the base of your throat when he pins you against the wall, ready to slide off your lingerie when you stopped him. “no… i want to keep this pretty lace on, just for you, sy.”

a low growl escapes from sylus, and you felt him lower his large hand between your legs before moving the ribbons that cover your center off to the side. with a gasp, you felt his large finger slowly drive itself into your wet heat before making a pumping motion. “you’re driving me crazy, love.”

hiding his face within the curve of your neck, sylus continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, drawing out breathy moans that seemed to echo throughout the boutique. with your arms wrapped around his neck, you gently grind your cunt against his fingertips while whispering in his ear, “do i feel good, wrapped around your fingers like this?”

a broken groan was heard coming from sylus when he removed his now soaked fingers out of your core, licking them clean briefly before adjusting his hold on you. he presses your chest against the walls now, making you gasp when you heard the shifting of fabric coming from behind you.

even when you weren’t able to see him, you could feel him- the sensation of hot velvet pressing against your soaked cunt before slowly sheathing itself inside of you. your gasps quickly morph into moans when sylus began to pound his cock into you, literally fucking you into the wall.

“i’m so fucking obsessed with you.” his hot whispers were all you could hear, feeling sylus press lingering kisses against your damp skin. you felt each new angle of his cock slamming back into you, causing a new wave of pleasure to hit you each time as your walls eagerly take in every inch he had to offer.

somehow, you were able to find your voice, begging him to turn you around. “l-let me look at you, sy… i want to see you as i fall apart for you.”

a low hiss was heard as sylus bites down against the lobe of your ear, heeding your command when he hurriedly pulls out of you. the sudden loss of him causes you to sob in response, with sylus gripping at your waist before allowing your back to meet the wall once more. settling himself between your thighs, sylus doesn’t waste another second when he completely impales his cock back into you.

your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, coaxing your lover to go even deeper as you felt your breasts bounce with his every movement. not even caring that you were not alone while in the midst of this expensive boutique, you allow your moans and his grunts to echo throughout the space, your back arching when you felt the way your walls sweetly wrapped around sylus’s cock before milking him for all he was worth.

spurts of his seed were felt escaping your walls as they stained at the lace and ribbons of the lingerie, with sylus letting out a content grunt. his hips sloppily thrust into you, making sure he was completely emptied before resting his weight against your shoulder. by now, you were both panting, feeling the sweat run down your respective forms as sylus pressed a lingering kiss against your shoulder.

keeping your hips still, sylus gently pulls out of you, and you moan when you felt the evidence of your respective release further stain the lingerie. sylus takes a step back, admiring how he had completely wrecked you and the flimsy fabric with an appreciative hum. as he adjusts himself (placing his softened cock back into the confines of his boxers), you watch as he zips up his pants before gathering your crumpled clothes from the ground.

not even allowing you to remove the utterly ruined lingerie, sylus helps you put on your clothes while pocketing your panties. once your blouse was on, you watch as sylus shoves your bra into the confines of your purse, hands automatically going around your waist as he presses a lingering kiss on your temple.

“keep that purchase on you; i’ll pay for it as we walk out- i’m far from being done with you, kitten.”

unlocking the door to the fitting room, sylus grabs the key and his wallet, coming face to face with a now blushing woman that had a wide eyed gaze. he tosses a few bills at her as payment for your latest purchase all while giving your backside a firm smack!

as you both walk out of the boutique, you basked in everyone’s shocked expression (red face and all!) while showing them your own, victorious smile-

having the leader of onychinus as your lover meant that you would always have free reign to do whatever you wished to do (since everyone feared him and would never wish to go against him), and even if you weren’t born with the world given to you on a silver platter-

sylus was all too willing to fix that and make it a reality for you.

end notes: so i had a n a u g h t y daydream earlier and decided to make it a r e a l i t y… (⺣◡⺣)♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[jellicatty]

❝ THE OTHER WOMAN ₊˚ ❞

A tale of an unfortunate woman— cursed with a lonesome life, pouring all of her love to a wretched and unfaithful man.

╰┈➤ contains : sukuna x female reader. cheater! sukuna. toxic relationship. other woman is mean. written in other woman's pov. third pov. sfw-ish. angst.

╰┈➤ note : unedited because this was from my archives + wrote this two years ago lol. this fic is inspired by Lana del Rey's The Other Woman ! I loved the song so I used it for some inspo hini >____<

Oh, other woman, how lonely you must be.

The other woman has time to manicure her nails

The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair, anywhere.

She’s fresh from the boutique; luxury draped around her form. From head to toe, was the old money of the famous businessman— Sukuna Ryomen. Pride swelled on her chest at the sight of measly women with their cheap brands. She felt perfect amongst the sea of the low-cost. Though among piles of garbage, hidden jewelry resides.

Her eyes held the usual disgust and her ego stood tall, yet the doubts at her head fought for their lives. Face to face, was the wife of her beloved. She looked so spent, her beauty slowly fading with the times. They acknowledged each other’s presence as poor Y/n thought of her as a very lovely woman.

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room

There are never toys that's scattered everywhere

The flower endured even the harshest of her tenor.

Suddenly, the woman’s sour mood turned sweet, her eyes scanning the bags and bags of expensive jewelry. But all of it didn’t matter to her. The woman in love quickly searched for the concealed letter, her heart fluttering once touching the rough, sealed paper.

And she read it, repeated it, hated it.

It was unfair.

How unfair it was for her to receive only letters. His touch, lonely woman yearned for his touch. Gritting her teeth, the woman let anger control her until red no longer consumed her body.

Amongst the ripped bags, was the other woman who desperately called for his love. But the woman knew he was busy with his own children, tending to them with his pitiful spouse, surrounded by numerous toys and annoying cries of her own devil spawns.

And when her old man comes to call

He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen

'Cause to be by her side

It's such a change from old routine

Most would run away with fear in their eyes once taking a quick look at his monstrous stature. But, her love clouded her mind. Instead of fear, it was adoration— heart erratic at his predator-like stare.

“Sukuna, my darling, how are you-”

“Who told you to speak?”

His words were enough to make her obediently follow. She was such a pet for him; all nice and loyal. To her, no action can be enough of a sign that love was not present. She was too far gone in her own fantasies. Too far gone in imagining his eyes lit up the same way hers do.

Although his eyes do shine, they do so with an obviously evil haze to it. His malicious intent clearly displayed within his cold gaze, and only a fool would ignore them.

But, the other woman is a fool.

A fool for offering herself to a man.

She didn’t question his order any further, only getting straight to undressing herself in front of his dark gaze. Used woman was useful, she served as his distressor, an enjoyment inside his boring life. No children, no toys, no cries, no demands, no complaints, no questions asked.

Between them was no love, only entertainment. Because to be by her side, is a change from his old routine.

Clueless woman thought otherwise.

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep

The other woman will never have his love to keep

Other woman, why can't you just see?

His love was not yours, it never was.

His steel eyes will never search for yours. No rough hands will grasp your body tonight, for it will only be against his darling’s plush skin. His attention will not be at your seducing red gown or the skin that showed. His focus will only be on his darling’s enhanting dress that showed their uneven curves and cured insecurities.

Is it clearer now? Now, when Y/n's form is tightly pressed against Sukuna's, looking at you with those eyes? While their bodies slowly dance under the dim lights? Oh, she knows. Their gaze at you is unsettling, full of hatred for claiming what’s not yours.

And as the years go by the other woman

Stop dancing on the bridge. There’s no one beside you.

Will spend her life alone

You fell? How pitiful. No imagination can save you now.

Alone

The only cure for loneliness is death, right?

Alone

© jellicatty | no plagiarising please (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[babsworlds]

DRESS.

pairing. Tangerine x fem! reader

synopsis. being your bodyguard isn’t the easiest job.

warnings. Nothing really ig? part two for Delicate but can be read as a standalone, inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift. I also kinda hate this.

YOU WERE ON VACATION IN PARIS WITH YOUR BODYGUARD FRIENDS, Lemon and Tangerine. The city of lights was known for its luxurious brands, and part of your vacation naturally included a big shopping spree.

As you strolled down the famous Champs-Élysées, the iconic fashion houses and elegant boutiques called out to you. Lemon and Tangerine flanked you, keeping a watchful eye but also enjoying the atmosphere.

Lemon sat on the plush couch of the luxurious Chanel boutique, casually scrolling on his phone as you browsed through the latest collections. The boutique exuded elegance, with its sleek black and white decor and meticulously arranged displays of high-end fashion.

Tangerine was by your side, offering his opinions and assistance as you tried on various outfits. He handed you a stunning dress, his eyes lighting up with approval. “This one would look amazing on you,” he said, slight smirk on his face.

You playfully rolled your eyes, taking the dress from his hands and heading to the changing room.

The dress framed your curves perfectly, accentuating your figure in all the right places. The luxurious fabric felt smooth against your skin, making you feel confident and elegant.

As you admired yourself in the mirror, you realized you couldn't reach the zipper on your back. “Tan?” you called out softly from the cabin, knowing he was just outside.

“Yes, love?” he responded immediately, the nickname sending shivers down your spine.

“Can you help me?” you asked, your voice gentle and a bit vulnerable.

Tangerine stepped into the cabin, the space suddenly feeling more intimate with his presence. He moved closer, his eyes locking onto yours through the mirror. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of admiration and something deeper.

“Please zip it up for me,” you requested, turning slightly to give him better access to the zipper.

His fingers brushed against your skin, causing goosebumps to form. You felt his warm breath on your neck, so close that it sent shivers down your spine.

Once he smoothly but slowly zipped up the dress, he didn't step back. Instead, he continued looking at you through the mirror's reflection.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered in a husky voice as he gave light kisses on you neck, never breaking eye contact in the mirror.

You breathed out heavily, the moment between you and Tangerine charged with unspoken feelings. But before you could say something or Tangerine could continue, Lemon's voice pierced through the tension. “Tangerine! The reservation!” Lemon reminded him urgently.

Tangerine's expression shifted to one of slight annoyance, rolling his eyes at the interruption. While Tangerine watched over you, Lemon kept a vigilant eye on him to ensure he didn't do anything rash.

“I’m going to take care of it, watch over her,” Tangerine said, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance as he stepped out of the changing room.

You watched him leave, feeling a mix of emotions. Lemon gave you a reassuring smile as he stood by, making sure you were alright. Despite the moment being cut short, there was a sense of anticipation in the air, a feeling that something had shifted between you and Tangerine.

As Tangerine left the boutique to make the reservation at a luxurious restaurant, you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

Once you were ready, you took the dress and walked out of the cabin. Lemon glanced up from his phone, giving you a once-over. “You done?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded, paid for the dress, and the lady carefully placed it into the classic Chanel bag. With Lemon by your side, you left the store and stepped back onto the bustling streets of Paris.

Lemon always gave you the best advice, and with his lack of a filter, he often said more than he probably should. It was something you appreciated about him—his honesty and straightforwardness.

“Lem?” you asked as you both walked through the picturesque streets, the sound of your footsteps mingling with the distant hum of the city.

He looked at you, giving you permission to continue. “Did Tangerine say something about me?”

Lemon raised an eyebrow, his expression turning curious. “What do you mean, Y/n?” he asked, clearly intrigued by your question.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. “I mean, has he ever mentioned anything... personal about me? Like how he feels?”

Lemon paused, considering your question carefully. “Well, you know Tangerine. He’s not always the best at sharing his feelings. But I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” he said with a knowing smile. “And trust me, it’s not just as a bodyguard.”

You were quiet, mulling over Lemon's words. “I know you like him,” Lemon said, cutting straight to the point with his characteristic bluntness.

Your eyes widened, and you tried to play it cool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said with a smile, your cheeks flushing a deep red.

Lemon chuckled, clearly not buying your casual act. “Oh, come on. It’s written all over your face,” he teased, nudging you playfully.

You sighed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Is it that obvious?” you asked, knowing that your friend was right but not ready to fully admit it.

“Only to those who pay attention,” Lemon replied with a wink. “And trust me, Tangerine’s noticed too. He might not say much, but he’s got eyes, you know.”

You knew Lemon understood Tangerine better than anyone, so you decided to press on. “What should I do?” you asked, seeking his advice.

“I think your dad won’t be very happy about you dating someone he hired as a bodyguard,” Lemon pointed out, his tone practical. You rolled your eyes at the mention of your dad.

“He doesn’t even know when my birthday is,” you shrugged, dismissing the thought.

“And you’re a very good friend, and you would tell him,” you smirked playfully, teasing Lemon.

Lemon chuckled, shaking his head. “You know I’m no snitch,” he said with a grin. He started to share some advice that might work on Tangerine, from subtle compliments to little gestures that might catch his attention.

“Since when do you know so much about relationships?” you laughed, genuinely amused by his sudden expertise.

Lemon shrugged, a playful glint in his eye. “You pick up things when you’re around people all the time. Plus, I have to keep an eye on you and Tangerine, so I can’t help but notice a few things.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. It was comforting to know that you had such a supportive friend who was not only looking out for you but also offering helpful advice.

You and Lemon finally arrived at the restaurant, where Tangerine had gone earlier to make the reservation. The elegant ambiance of the place immediately set the tone for the evening.

The waiter greeted you warmly and led you to the table where Tangerine was already seated. He looked up as you approached, a smile playing on his lips. You took the seat next to him, not even realizing how naturally you gravitated towards him.

As you settled in, Tangerine's presence beside you felt reassuring. The restaurant's atmosphere was both sophisticated and inviting, with soft lighting and the gentle hum of conversation filling the air.

You loved to tease him, so you lightly started to kick him under the table, your legs playfully colliding. Tangerine shot you a look, his eyes narrowing. “Stop it,” he growled softly, trying to keep his composure as he noticed Lemon was too invested in picking his food to pay attention.

You couldn't help but smirk, enjoying the way you could rattle him just a little. Tangerine's attempt to maintain his stern demeanor only made the moment more amusing.

Lemon finally looked up from his menu, completely oblivious to the silent battle happening beneath the table. “I think I’m going with the steak,” he said decisively. “What about you two?”

You didn't stop. You kept playfully kicking him under the table, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. Tangerine tried to maintain his composure, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to suppress a grin.

Suddenly, you felt his large palm on your thigh, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt of surprise through you. His hand was firm, but gentle, a silent message to halt your playful antics. You looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze, and felt a shiver run down your spine.

Tangerine's eyes held a mixture of amusement and a silent warning, a look that said, "Behave." The moment was electric, charged with an undercurrent of tension and excitement.

His hand remained on your thigh, sending tingles through your skin. You were still very distracted by him, trying to keep your composure.

“And for a drink, love?” he asked, his voice casual, as if his touch wasn't sending your heart racing.

“Uh, red wine maybe?” you choked out, your voice slightly unsteady.

Tangerine gave a knowing smile, his fingers gently brushing your thigh before he lifted his hand away. “Red wine it is,” he said, signaling to the waiter.

“I’ll be right back,” Lemon said, signaling that he needed to go to the restroom.

As Lemon walked away, leaving the table, Tangerine leaned closer to you. His proximity sent a wave of anticipation through you, and his breath brushed your ear.

“Just wait till we arrive at the hotel,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with promise, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body.

The intensity in his eyes and the weight of his words sent a thrill through you, leaving you momentarily speechless. The atmosphere between you became charged, the unspoken connection growing stronger with each passing second.

Tangerine leaned back slightly, giving you a knowing smile as he resumed his casual demeanor, making it seem like nothing had happened.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

following up on the Alastor during different points of his life, how would he be in high school with the reader? given his time period I feel like things would be really difficult especially if the reader is white coded y’know, so what would that be like for him? and the reader too? also maybe the reader could be on the wealthier side, while Alastor isn’t?

A/N: I love detailed requests like this <33, so thank you so much! But this is a really messy concept, for everyone involved, but i love it.

No title for this one since I can’t think of anything :(

Alastor goes to a completely different school than you do

Almost every day you have great lunch, bus is on time, you’re books are brand new, everything is pristine down to the uniforms

For Alastor, the bus is late or breaks down on the way there, the students don’t have proper uniforms, some either wear the uniform or have a passed down uniform that most likely doesn’t fit them. The books are worn and torn, sometimes pages are missing, and the lunch is most times anything other than edible.

Your schools are only a few yards apart, however your bus always gets there quicker while his sometimes takes two hours to get there, and most times he needs to walk mid way while the bus is getting fixed

Your schools are in a secluded part of the town, with a lot of trees and forest behind it.

During your free period you sneak out of your school and over to his, thankfully your free period is his lunch period and you always have left overs

You two talk a lot, either about what your working on or just anything in general

During this time Alastor really fancies going to the north, he wants to get out of louisiana and start a new life

“If that’s what you want to do then I support you.” You always say and while he appreciates it, he’s always thought about asking you to go with him

By the time the year comes to a close you two see less and less of each other

You pick up a summer job at a boutique, he ends up working with his mother in a supermarket

on one of your days off, you stop by, not knowing he works there of course, and begin to get things off your list

You’ve never gone around his part of town much, your father forbid it, but he didn’t need to know you were there, as long as you went home with groceries you were fine right?

so when you began to ask his mother for help, he almost died of a heart attack watching the two of you talk

“Potatos are on isle seven dear, and cinnamon is on three with the rest of the spices.” His mother says kindly, and you smile finally having some sense of direction in the store

Alastor is quick to work the register, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and it works

Along with a lot of other customers giving you strange looks, what’s a white girl doing in a colored store? cant she get fined for that? is she crazy? lost?

“Oh! Hello Alastor.” You say with a smile as he grins back at you.

“Hello my dear, I see you’ve met my mother.” He says as he begins to total the things you’ve picked out.

“Oh that’s her? She’s such a sweet woman, really.” You say back, pulling out a few dollars and some quarters go pay him.

“That she is, though I must ask what brings you to this part of town?” He questions, and at this your face heats up quickly before you brush it off.

“Well, I’ve just gotten off of my shift, and father mentioned he needed to go grocery shopping so I figured i’d do it for him.” You say as Alastor writes your total down. You don’t wait for him to give it to you, instead you hand him all the cash and quarters you have in your pocket.

“This is well over what you owe.” He says grinning, he knows what you’ll say next, but it’s fun to watch you become so proud of yourself.

“Yes, however I don’t have any use for the rest, so I believe you can keep it. Good day Alastor.” You say smiling and grabbing the bagged items. He smiles and just puts the money away, his mind is already running on how to make it up to you.

your father never notices where you got the groceries, he only cares he didn’t need to drop more money to get it

When the next school year rolls around this time you both are in the eleventh grade, this is your most important year

You’re stressed with papers and exams every other week, Alastor is swamped with having to help other students as a tutor, his lunch period now being the only time he can see you

However, your schedule isn’t the same, now your free period is during a class of his and now he’s sneaking out more than once to see you, most of the kids in his grade have stopped showing up, most did after the eighth grade

You rant and complain about how stressed you are, and how you can’t wait for the year to be over so you can finally breathe

Alastor laughs and for the first time in his life he can truly feel how fake it is, he’s never been more stressed in his life and though your books might be better the work is just the same especially since he’s in the gifted program

you ask about his mother time to time and he appreciates you thinking of her, no one really asks

he tells you of his plan to go to New York, how excited he is and how much he’s saving, how his mother has been picking up extra shifts to bring in enough

this is when he asks you to come with him, but you tell him you can’t, that you can’t leave your family, your parents or siblings, how your life is here

he understands, it hurts him to leave his mother, she’s the only family he’s ever known, ever had, he hates leaving her behind

but he promises to come back, that he will come back to Louisiana, and you smile because you believe him

when graduation comes he waits until your parents retire for the night before knocking at your front door, he’s risking a lot for this, but he needs to see you before he goes

When you answer the door hes overjoyed, and you wrap him in the tightest hug he’s ever felt before, even though he doesn’t feel many

He hands you flowers with a small congratulations, and you smile and tell him the same, before you remember something

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You say, before you stop and turn to him, opening your front door. “ I’ll be right back, don’t move.” You say, and take off into the house. He smiles and waits, taking in your neighborhood. It’s clean, large houses, perfect sidewalks and a nicely paved street

you come back with an envelope in hand, and when you hand it to him he shoots you a look. What is this?

He opens it to find a large sum of cash, he can’t even begin to imagine how much your handing him. He shakes his head and hands it back.

“I cant accept this.” He says, his smile tightening. He’s upset. Do you think he needs this? But you smile wider and insist.

“For new york silly, everything is crazy in this big apple. If not for you then for your mother, please. I saved it for you.” You say, and he sighs, lightly flipping through it.

“How much is it?” He asks, almost afraid of what you’ll say.

“Seven Hundred.” You reply, and his eyes widen, and his smile drops finally. This is the first time you’ve seen him without one.

“I cant possibly-“

“You must. Please. It’s not my parents if that’s what your thinking. I earned it, and I wanted to give it to you.” You say, before he’s silent

“I don’t need your charity dear.” He says, his smile returning. Clearly he’s annoyed by this point, but you don’t seem to care, if you can even tell

“It isn’t charity. It’s a gift. No one is ever too good for a gift.” You say crossing your arms, now he laughs. Your stubborn, you refuse to take it back. You’re not asking him to take it, your not giving him a choice.

“Alright, fine. However I’m not using this. I’ll give it to my mother.” He says, and you smile contently at that.

“I’m okay with that.”

[transfaguette]

i don’t know if skincare ppl are ready to hear this but those fancy boutique “organic” brands have a vested interest in selling you misleading and fearmongering information about cheap, generic products (or just no products at all) so you buy their stuff instead.

[manic-maniac-man]

Highly Rated Specialty Boutiques with Modern Gallery Atmosphere

Atelier New York

Brands

Carol Christian Poell, Ann Demeulemeester, Comme des Garçons, Yohji Yamamoto, Julius, Damir Doma, m.a+, Label Under Construction, Attachment, Mihara Yasuhiro, The Viridi-anne, Undercover

"Since it opened in 2002, Ateller New York has forged a fanatical following among art and fashion world insiders with an original sense of style. Last year the store moved from Nolita to Hudson Street just outside SoHo, rebranding itself as a concept store of 180 square meter that fuses art and fashion.

The store was designed according to the vision of the owner and art dealer, Constantin von Hasften. The loft space with impressive cast iron pillars and window frames that was built in 1910 is decorated with art pieces like a gallery. A black and white painting by Richard Serra, a felt suit sculpture by Joseph Beuys, photographs by Hiroshi Sugimoto and a metal chair designed by Rei Kawakubo in the fitting room are among the objects that reflect the owner's impeccable taste. The interior features custom-made display tables and hanger racks, giant three-sided mirrors and drawens built into the walls, all of which are put together with minimal, sophisticated taste Of particular note is the fact that sales grew 22% in 2009, the time when the recession was hitting the retail business hardest. "Any business is a challenge, whether in a recession or not, says co-owner and stylist Karlo Steel. This soring they created 17 items in collaboration with Yves Saint Laurent designer Stefano Pilati. "Most of our customers liked it, but for some it was a shock because they could not see the intersection between YSL and Atelier. We are working on other designers exclusive lines, but for now they must remain secret," says Steel. Regarding the Autumn & Winter season, he commented"I thought it was elegant, dark and slightly sinister"." -gap PRESS

Dear: Rivington

Brands

Comme des Garçons, Yohji Yamamoto, Dries Van Noten, Ann Demeulemeester, Yves Saint Laurent

"Dear 55 was a small shop selling vintage and original accessories that opened on the Lower East Side in 2007. In July last year it moved to Rivington Street in the same neighborhood and changed its name to Dear: Rivington. The new store is spread over 230 square meter and the main floor is painted black and white where its line of original men's wear was launched. The second floor is a gallery space that features antique furniture and home furnishings as well as illustrations and etchings.

The clientele includes many designers, merchandisers, models, stylists and fashion Industry insiders. Apparently many of the vintage items of designer brands are purchased as design samples. I think it's because we do our own style instead of trendy stuff that makes our clients keep coming back," explains owner Moo Hi.

The store's interior is overseen by creative director Heyja Do, who also serves as the designer of the store's original merchandise. Racks found on the street, pushcarts, schien doors and other objects are painted black and white, with digits written as accents are especially eye-catching. Commodities are used to create visual merchandising with unique ideas and techniques. The bestselling original items are the handmade jewelry and antique lace accessories. The unisex pieces, especially jackets, pants and cut & sewn items are also very popular. "We are thinking that collaborating with other artists and making some interesting stuff, not only clothing, could become art installation projects" says Moo Hi of potential future endeavors." -gap PRESS

[thehypotensivegrad]

The Adviser (27/45) | Bechloe Mafia AU

Synopsis:

Beca Bella, the consigliere and adoptive daughter of the former boss of a powerful Italian mafia, seeks to deliver her own personal brand of justice against a powerful and corrupt business conglomerate and their devilish counsel, while working on reclaiming her hidden wealth confined within the old Barden Tower. Thankfully, she has the help of her right-hand woman and bodyguard, and an old friend with secrets of his own. But things are easier said than done. Especially when she has to win over the trust of the tower’s quirky and colorful tenants, confront the ghosts of a past she left behind, as well as deal with her unexpected but ever-growing feelings for a fierce and determined lawyer she meets along the way.

Can Beca accomplish her goals, find her treasure, and keep the woman she loves in her life?

Or will something have to give for Beca to topple her enemies, climb the ranks of her world, and become the new boss of the Bella family?

Chapter 27: Paper Company Shake Up

All hands on deck as Beca, Chloe, and the rest of the Barden Tower residents work on getting the dirt that would bury Chicago for good.

Chapter preview below - Read the rest at ao3

"What?" Chloe asked rather innocently. Beca's response was to simply look her up and down before giving Chloe a sympathetic look. "You're dressed casually," Chloe pointed out. Beca was wearing a chic grey sweater, the materials it was made from and the tag on in probably cost more than Chloe's whole ensemble. In her arms, neatly folded, hung a cream-colored blazer that paired well with her cream-colored pants. Chloe wasn't sure what they were made off but they both looked sleek, stylish, and comfortable. The shoes Chloe already knew were expensive. It was a brand she didn't know off, but the insignia had caught her attention – Loro Piana – and it was enough to prompt Chloe to look it up before. Beca kept the make-up and accessories simple, with her hair styled back. This was casual for Beca. Not undercover, regular street clothes casual. But her own personal level of casual, one that screamed affluence over anything else.

Chloe on the other hand was wearing her favorite black suite and skirt ensemble that she wore to court a few times now. "I look good in this," Chloe insisted.

"I know, but… Look, Chloe. We're replacing a man and a woman, one of whom had the audacity to book the entire gallery for a private affair for two, I think it's safe to assume it's a date. And if one of them is rich enough to make private art gallery dates a thing…" Beca started to explain.

"This really won't pass?" Chloe asked.

Beca looked at her wristwatch. "We still have time, and I know just the place, come on."

"Just the place for what?" Chloe had asked. But Beca didn't answer.

Instead, they found themselves in Beca's car, with Beca driving silently to some chic, invitation only type of boutique Chloe didn't even know existed. Beca had a light smile on her lips, looking a little proud of herself. When they got there, she had explained that she called ahead of time – so she already planned this from the start, Chloe thought to herself – before Chloe found herself whisked off into a dressing room to try out a few pre-selected outfits for her.

Chloe tried very hard not to chuckle, every time she had to march out and gauge Beca's reaction, "modelling" the outfits she had picked out for her.

Beca was fairly easy to read in that instance. Chloe knew she wasn't convinced every time she pressed her lips together and quirked an eyebrow, and so Chloe would march back and try the next one. Meanwhile Beca was busy looking at whatever was in the black velvety boxes brought out to her by the shop's attendants.

When Chloe stepped out with the third to the last of her pre-selected outfits on – a she knew she had found a lovely black dress with a black blazer that hugged around her figure just right – she knew she found the winner. Beca looked speechless for a minute before she motioned for one of the sales attendants to come back with a big black velvet box. Beca gingerly picked up the necklace inside. The chains were made of gold and attached to the intricate design of the pendant. Beca walked up behind Chloe and placed the necklace around her neck, careful not to touch Chloe directly. Chloe could pick up the scent of Beca's perfume, a delicate mix of floral scents. There was a softness to it that Chloe paired with the elegant yet soft casual style that Beca had for the night. Chloe couldn't help herself blush a little. It almost felt like this fake date was real.

A part of her wished it was.

Beca hummed her approval as soon as she clasped it close, proud of her own choices. The sales attendant walked up to Beca, the box still open. That's how Chloe saw the pair of earrings that matched the pendant of the necklace. Chloe's fingers briefly brushed against Beca's own as she reached for one of the earrings inside the box, sending electricity from where they momentarily touched racing through her veins, down her pulse, throughout her own being.

"Are you sure about this?" Chloe asked with a gulp, trying to squash the butterflies that were starting to wake in stir inside of her. "You're spending quite a lot for one 'date.' This might be too much."

Beca shook her head. "Not at all," she replied before looking away. She watched as Chloe put the earrings on herself. "They were made you," Beca then said rather awkwardly, turning around and walking on away before urging Chloe to follow her out.

This was bad, they have a mission to complete, but Chloe couldn't help but notice how they were both acting like teenagers

Still, a part of Chloe's mind was indulging in maybes and fantasies. Of how things would have been if she had met Beca in a different circumstance.

Beca briefly smiled and let Chloe put the earrings on by herself. Chloe kept looking back at her through the mirror but Beca's expression had become unreadable in that moment. She couldn't help but wonder if her – well, their – beloved consigliere shared the same thoughts as her.

[tedwardremus]

Thoughts on modern fashion?

Also how would muggle Walburga Black dress?

Oh boy, did I share some thoughts lol. But nothing really on any particular trend or brand. I've rambled on enough but happy to discuss specific trends and brands too.

Fashion is a visual medium that encapsulates culture, class, politics, gender, and various facets of identity. It exists at the intersection of art and consumerism, serving as both a form of self-expression and a market-driven product. We pick clothes that we like and feel express ourselves but we are also told what to like and what to purchase by large corporations who see us as numbers in a stock portfolio and not as individuals. 

While fashion has often been dismissed as frivolous, it is fundamentally intertwined with our identities, allowing us to communicate who we are as individuals and as members of society. Fashion is a nuanced and personal expression that reflects social change, political beliefs, and aesthetic values, making it a powerful lens through which we can examine the evolving roles of individuals and communities in the public sphere.

As a consumer good, the demand for clothing is at an all-time high, with fast fashion emerging as a significant environmental concern. The industry contributes to the proliferation of plastic waste, with low-quality garments often ending up in landfills and on beaches. Moreover, the production of such high quantities of clothing raises serious concerns over human rights violations associated with the exploitation of cheap labor.

It can feel like a losing battle these days to find a good outfit that lasts a long time and is affordable. We compromise our values when we shop fast fashion but few of us have an alternative choice.

Today, using fashion as a clear class distinction has become increasingly challenging. Even millionaire influencers often choose to wear inexpensive clothing from brands like Shein and websites like Amazon, favoring mass-produced items over bespoke garments tailored specifically to their bodies. This shift reflects a broader trend where the sign of wealth is no longer measured by the quality or craftsmanship of clothing but rather by the sheer volume of items one owns.

Even brands that used to signify quality have cheapened their production. Levi jeans are not the same quality denim they are famous for. 

A truly well-made purse, like many classic accessories, should be designed to last a lifetime, with craftsmanship that withstands the wear and tear of daily life. Ideally, an investment in such a piece would mean living in and growing with it, allowing it to become a part of one’s personal history. Yet, in today’s culture of disposable fashion, we see a different approach: closets overflowing with countless handbags, each one picked up for a season and quickly discarded in favor of the next trend.

This excess not only dilutes the value of individual items but also fosters a cycle of constant consumption, where style becomes transient and connection to one’s belongings fleeting. Instead of cherishing a few high-quality pieces, the modern consumer is encouraged to accumulate—a shift that ultimately transforms what could be an investment in artistry or utility (we do need to carry things with us throughout the day) into a revolving door of fleeting fashion trends and hoarding.

NOW FINALLY, WALBURGA

Walburga Black would never be caught wearing the same thing as anyone else. Unlike modern influencers who shop off the rack or online, her style is rooted in old-fashioned tradition and exclusivity. She remains one of the last true patrons of couture, frequenting designer boutiques where her measurements are kept on file and each piece is custom-fitted to perfection. Her wardrobe is filled with furs, bespoke pieces, and timeless luxury brands like Chanel. Walburga travels to Paris and Italy to meet designers in person, ensuring her attire is as exclusive as her social circle.

She loves a good hat. She loves dark colors to contrast with her pale skin. She wears Dior red lipstick. She loves a well-cut blazer and she can run in stilettos (not that she would. A lady never runs). 

She would consider Kris Jenner’s taste in fashion gaudy and utterly beneath her. Because try as they might, the Kardashian cannot escape the aesthetic of flashy, social-climbing “new money” and it would be an affront to Walburga’s refined sensibilities and deep-rooted aristocratic standards.

(and my work is cutting wifi off for some reason so I'm publishing this without inspirational photos so I can go home)

[sepptember]

there's a post about Pro-Palestine small businesses on instagram by @.counseling4allseasons and i wanted to share that post here.

mentioning businesses that aren't on this post are encouraged!! I'll reblog them to my account or add them to the post. If any of the links don’t work, please let me know.

note that all of the businesses in the insta post might not be included because I struggled to find the link, and some links may lead to an instagram account instead of a website.

Apparel:

Chérine Caftans - Moroccan traditional wear

Hirbawi - Kufiya factory in Palestine

HULM Kicks - Palestinian-owned shoe store

Watan Worldwide - Cultural clothing/merchandise store

Ayan Resources - Palestinian-owned clothing brand

herababyco - Baby clothes

Modestveencouture - Palestinian-owned boutique with wedding, prom, and engagement dresses

Zaytoonas Stitches - Palestinian-owned embroidery store

Dignitii - modest active wear

Nöl Collective - Palestinian-owned traditional wear

RUUQ - Hijab body suits

Dar Collective - Cultural merchandise

Shopdehma - Modest clothing brand

Nayabhijabs - Hijabs

House of amiri - Children's clothing

this business is currently not stocking their inventory because they are working on broadening their brand. support by following them is still highly encouraged.

Yemen Wear - cultural Yemen apparel

Pali Power - Palestinian athletic apparel

Le dressing de moon - Palestinian thobes

La Farrah Boutique - Palestinian thobes

Skincare/Makeup/Fragrances:

Farsalicare - Skincare brand

Yaskinnatural - Skincare brand

Dyfbeauty - Makeup brushes

Mora Cosmetics - Muslim-owned clean makeup

Kadi perfumes - high-quality perfumes and fragrances

Alwafa Shop - Natural skincare

Abumiskperfumes - oil-based fragrances

Dr. Sebaa Co. - Muslim-owned skincare brand

Savana Goat - Natural and artisanal goat soaps

Lerenu - Scalp & haircare

Inika Organics - Organic makeup

Tuesday in Love - Wudhu-friendly nail polish

Home Goods:

Inspire me home decor - Interior design/home decor

The Little Bulbul - Islamic puzzles/mugs/prints

Olive & Heart - Palestinian owned candle shop

Candlescape & Co. - Palestinian owned candle shop

Create & Crescent - event kits and crafts

Kilim Design Store - carpet and flooring.

With a Spin - Home decor

Lifestyle:

Feyre Creations - events merchandise

Khair Designs - Interior design

Soul Detox - Palestinian-owned black seed oil mix and health capsules

Sophologynic - Palestinian-owned wellness-kits and organic honey

Creations By Sal - Custom wedding products and gifts

Crescent Moon Bookstore - Palestinian-owned children’s bookstore

Little Muslim Craft Store - Crafts for Muslim children store

Modefa - Home decor

Sitti soap - Natural soaps and more.

Vidamin Wellness - Organic vitamins

Mysalah Mat - Interactive prayer mat

The Happy Bakers - Egyptian-owned cookies

Little Busy Hands - Customized themed sensory bins

Shahrin Azim Henna & Jagua Artist - Henna Services, New York/NJ

Accessories:

Oroboros Watches - Egyptian-owned watch store

Kiro - Egyptian Jewelry Brand

Elegant Bijoux Jewelry - Lebanese-owned jewelry

Canava Handmade - Luxury Arab handbags States NYC

Deeya Jewellery - Luxury gold plated bridal/formal jewelry

[tenderlads]

Order and Voices - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: List of things

“Guys calm down, one at a time!”

All the pets around were jumping and pawing at her legs desperately trying to be the first to get her attention “oh oh, Blythe!” Vinne shouted, raising one hand up while the other pets followed suit. “Okay, okay settle down!” Blythe said, raising her voice a little, catching herself in a giggle spree.

After some time, she finally got the pets to stop and gather around her creating a nearly perfect circle.

“Blythe oh dear what’s that in your hand?”

Zoe said gesturing her paw towards her human friend. Blythe glanced at her own hand and smiled “oh nothing special.. just an all-paid vacation to the coolest places in the world!” She announced, opening the paper a bit more for her to see it, a huge smile forming on her face. “And you're all coming!” Blythe said, flipping the paper around for the others to see, showing them the tickets.

All the pets cheered excitement filling them with glee, regardless Blythe continued “we’ll get to go to the biggest camping place there is!’ then after that the beach then we will end it at the brand-new pet boutique being built!” Blythe said, trying to hold back her excitement as well.

“What else what else!!” Minka shouted, clearly getting riled up from the suspense. "You all get to model the new fashion pet line!” Blythe said, nearly squealing herself.

“Wait, so you're telling me we get to model for headliners new pet fashion, HOW!?” Zoe nearly screamed, throwing her paws up the air, “well turns out miss headliners were close friends with Mrs. T when they were just teenagers. And just recently they were able to reconnect. and Mrs. T told her about my fashion line, she loved it!” Blythe said rambling “and she loved you pets as well and wanted you to model her next line for the grand opening for the boutique!” She squealed, not containing her excitement anymore, same as the animals' cause as soon as she said it all the pets jumped her causing her to fall back. They all laughed and licked at Blythe’s face.

After a while she finally got the pets to relax, now being able to finish her statement “we still have plenty of time before this whole vacation starts." she stated "We have ten weeks before we go on vacation, I already got your owner's permission to go… except Russell’s.” she mumbled putting one of her hands to her chin. "Where is that hedgehog anyway?” Pepper said, striking up a good question,

“Am here...”

like on cue Russell replied before anyone could ask, his voice slurred a little from the sleepiness. He was walking rather slower than usual. He looked rather tired and sleep-deprived, as he had bags under his half-lidded bloodshot eyes.

“What did I miss...?” He yawned, putting a paw to his mouth. Everyone stared at him giving a certain look on their faces.

“Hate to break it to you Russ but you missed a lot.” Vinne said honestly walking past Russell,

“Yeah, Russell you missed a lot!” Minka jumped in begging to go on her talking spree.

And at that moment Russell stopped listening, Minka was known to ramble on for way too long when it came for a 'simple' explanation; he honestly wasn’t in the mood to deal with that right now so instead he decided to go to the source,

Blythe.

“Yeah, so.. that’s mostly everything”

Blythe said looking down at the hedgehog in her lap, Russell had decided to read the message by himself. Trying to make sure Blythe didn’t overlook anything important.

 “Mostly everything?” Russell asked, glancing up at Blythe, one eyebrow raised. Obviously wanting all the information known to him. “Well Russell before you can go with us.. we need to get permission from your owner..” Blythe said, her voice straining a little at the end.

Getting his owner's permission...? That should be easy. But if it was so easy it would have been done already,

right...?

 A sharp stinging sensation began to fill through his body.

The main source of it coming from his back rear, it was..

irritating his skin…

he needed relief,

he had to scratch..

scratch it.

Russell began to scratch, and scratch at the subjective spot till the sensation he felt earlier began to fade. Coming to a complete stop once he realized Blythe was staring at him. A concerned look on her face.

“Heh, heh.. just a bit itchy” He dry laughed flashed her a big embarrassed, smile.

Later that even…

The day went on pretty normal after Blythe left.

The pets went back to just doing the usual, Sunil trying new magic tricks, Vinne practicing his dance moves while pepper sorted through her jokester stuff, penny ling playing with Minka and Zoe walking in this direction—

“Russell, how long are you planning to stand there?”

“HUH...!?” Russell flinched abruptly, snapping out of his thoughts

 “Haven’t you been listening this whole time.?” Zoe said, flipping her bangs out of her face.

He shrugged, giving an apologetic look “well, since you weren’t paying attention l’ll reiterate what I said earlier”

We were talking earlier...? Russell thought, the dots not connecting together.

He couldn’t remember anything past talking to Blythe to be honest other than that he was drawing a blank. —a loud cough (that sounded rather intentional) interrupted him again, quickly looking back at Zoe, her was nose scrunched.

 He could tell she was getting irritated with him.

 “Now as I was saying, we WERE wondering if you were ready to go on this exquisite vacation Russell,” Zoe said Briskly as she went. “All the others are going to show off their finest qualities while there,” Zoe said, puffing her chest out sitting on her hind legs.

 “Zoe, I hope you're aware that we’re not even close yet..” Russell said, beginning to walk past her, heading to his clipboard and other assortment of things.

 “You do know it’s like ten weeks away...?” The hedgehog commented, giving her a quick glance.

 Zoe scoffed.

“I know! but some others just can’t wait!” She dramatically said, catching up to him.

 “Uh, yeah.. and when you mean “others” you mean you..” Russell reiterated not taking his eyes from the clipboard in his paws. “Yes well.. how could you blame me!” She barked back dramatically “every single famous pet model and fashion designer will be there! and will be the center of attention!” Zoe gasped “Can you just imagine it, Russell! Will be modeling headliners' new fashion for the grand opening of the new pet boutique! every single pet and human will be cheering and screaming are names, ah! I can just hear it now” Zoe said, her paws nearly hugging herself, clearly daydreaming.

Russell could swear he saw stars glowing in her eyes. Shaking his head a little, trying to hide this smirk on his mouth “yeah Zoe I can imagine all right..” he joked playing along with her while walking over to the wide window area. Jumping up there Russell pulled a pencil from behind his ear and cleared his throat, preparing to make an announcement to the others.

“Alright pets!” He said making his presence known to the others, they gathered around him. “As you may know we usually do a headcount when we all enter the daycare in the morning.., unfortunately things got a bit mixed up..”

“If you mean you sleeping all day is a mix up, then that’s sure one big mix up Russell''

 Vinne joked, shrugging his shoulders. The other pets chuckled a little trying their hardest not to show it. “Ha ha, very funny Vinne" the hedgehog said sarcastically rolling his eyes. "Anyways.. as I was saying, there’s a list of things I want to over with you all” Russell said glancing down at his clipboard tapping the pencil, he could hear some of the pets' groan, (mostly Vinne) at his statement.

“As you all may know Blythe is taking us on a fashion tour”

“ uh.. didn’t Blythe call it a vacation Russell.?” Sunil asked, quickly raising his paw up.

“Well technically it’s a vacation..— but more of a fashion tour,” Russell added “Will be doing a lot more than just camping and going to the beach, they want us to model different outfits catered to each different activities you would do on a summer vacation” Russell informed them.

“Welp that sense to me!” Minka piped in leaning close to pepper as she whispered “I actually have no idea.. he lost me past the vacation bit..” she admitted, pepper nodded.

“Now I am pretty sure Blythe already got permission from all your owners..?” Russell asked, writing something down on his checklist.

“Yup!” pepper replied,

“Duh!” “obviously! “ Vinne and Sunil both said at the same time,

“Totally!” Minka nearly screamed out in response,

“hmm yes!” Penny ling hummed,

“Do I even need to say anything?” Zoe sassily responded, flipping her hair to the side.

Russell finished writing, nodded his head “okay that’s everyone!” He announced going over the list again. “Now one last thing we have to- “

 “Wait! Russell what about you?” Penny ling questioned, quickly interrupting him. A worried expression on her face, clearly not wanting her friend to be forgotten.

After that question all eyes were on him, they all started to ask the same thing.

“Are you going?”

“Yeah, Russell!"

“please tell me she’s letting you go”

"Yeah, Russell aren’t you coming?”

“Please Russell say you're going!”

“There’s no way he’s not coming. Right..?”

They kept asking all at once overcrowding him. At some point their voices started to merge into one big loud cluster, their voices couldn’t even be recognized by Russell anymore.

He quickly flipped through his clipboard trying desperately to find himself the answer. He mutterd to himsealf, feeling sweat drop down his head.

 Is this what feeling overwhelmed feels like..? He questioned, no he shouldn’t be feeling overwhelmed! his friends just asked him a simple question and he’s taking it out of proportion. Russell told himself trying to claim his nerves, their voices becoming increasingly intolerable by the minute. He started to Grip at his ears hoping that would work in his favor.

it only made things worse.

The voices slowly started to turn into static, a drowning buzz vibrating his body to his core, causing him to shut his eyes tightly. Nearly beginning to shake. He started to hear whispers, whispers that sounded somehow familiar...

Were they speaking to him…?

(Just answer…)

Russell quickly opened his eyes, his ears still pressed against his paws. He took quick frantic glances around, dark shadows moved around the corner of his eyes, not making their presence known. It repeated again.. 

(just answer)

Keep it together Russell! that’s not important he mentally scolded, putting his hands down and quickly looked at his clipboard.

(Excuses)

There were uneven words constantly written scribbled all over the paper, some even all over the wooden part. 

Did he write these...?

Excuses.

Give them an answer..

Excuses..

Give them an answer.

They can tell when you're lying..

His ears nearly rang from all the sounds. The static nearly sounded like a snowstorm while the buzzing hummed and burned his ears the (pets) voices persistently repeated their so much he could almost see the words visually being spelled out.

Russell was getting overwhelmed..

He wanted this to stop..

He wanted silence..

Then answer..

“ huh..?”

Just give them an answer

“ what..?”

And everything will be quiet

 

“ how..?” 

Just answer. 

It repeated.

 Just answer 

Just answer 

Just answer 

Just answer 

Just answer

“BLYTHE’S TAKING CARE OF IT—!!”

 Russell shouted suddenly, causing the pets to stop. “ ye— yes! I assure you guys I'm going.!” Russell quickly added in slightly slipping up on his words, seemingly swatting and acting rather jittery.

 “ Thatrapsuptherollcallfor tonight— I mean today ah I mean— this afternoon, bye!” Russell quickly said, his words all jumbled together and not making any sense. But before any of the pets could ask him what he ment, he then took off quickly to the other side of the daycare, persistently scratching at the top of his scalp as he went.

“Well that was weird..”

pepper said trying to fill the awkward silence,

“ yeah.. we were just asking Russ a question” Vinne added while walking right next to pepper, “ did anyone else notice how nervous Russell was just acting a minute ago..” Sunil questioned.

“ Yeah I noticed that too!," Minka jumped in, adding  “he was all sweaty and shaky! like he had a cold!” She said, while mimicking russell. “ He also scratched the top of his head a lot!!”

“ Ohh! I hope we didn’t make Russell uncomfortable” Penny ling gasped her little paws flying to her mouth.

 " Don't worry penny ling, Russell just being dramatic,” Zoe assured the worried panda.

Then all the pets looked in the direction Russell went

“Yeah, I hope your right penny ling..” pepper added.

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Chapter 2 is here! And what's up with him? His friends only asked him a question.

[thebestofoneshots]

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hey luvv!! can i please request a romantic matchup for marauders era :) ? you don't have to rush it, take your time in writing! 🪽💕🌸🤍

i'm a capricorn, infp, and an asexual sapphic. though i don't mind being matched up with a man because i'm sapphic and not lesbian :) maybe you can match me both with a girl and a boy hehehh

i'm 173 cm, i have brown long hair (with bangs) and brown eyes. i love doing skincare/just taking care of my body. i love the colour pink! i'm quite girly and feminine. my clothing style is basically this fashion brand called ozlana. i love wearing pearl jewelleries. i feel prettiest when i do my hair well. i also love barbie fashion! i'd love to be a fashion designer and have my own fashion boutique one day.

i'm a good listener and i can understand people well. i consider myself as open minded. i'm a huge feminist (gender equality and really just social equality in general 🫶) and i resent people that makes fun of others for being excited over something they love. i love reading (preferably english classics). i love the wizard of oz a lot. i would love someone who respects women and a gentleman.

i consider myself as quite smart :) (don't wanna be too self indulgent tho). my hobbies are reading, stargazing, and making dresses/clothing. i love plants and flowers <3 i also love fruits! my favs are strawberry, grapes, and blueberry. i enjoy baking too! love making french desserts recipes. i'm scared of being a failure. my biggest fear actually. so i tend to push myself as hard as i can to ace what i want.

i think that's all!! don't wanna make this too long. if you don't want to write this then i totally understand 🌸🤍💕🪽🫧

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form &lt;3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

Chasing Butterflies

Pairing: James x Lily x reader Prompt: The story of how you ended up dating James and Lily. Word count: 1.5 k Warnings: None, (bit angsty / what feels like unrequited love but actually isn't).

Hey beatiful! I ship you with Lily and James! The first time you saw Lily, you thought she was the prettiest girl you’d seen in the world. She was wearing this beautiful flowery pink dress and looked so in awe of everything around her that you couldn't help but stare. Having been born into a magical family, it was interesting to see it from a different perspective. You were just about to approach her when she said hi to a disagreeable-looking boy that stared down at you as you took a step forward, which deterred you from doing so. Instead, you scurried away inside the train. That’s where you met James Potter and Peter Petegrew.

James was a very well-spoken boy who saw you wandering the train by yourself and invited you to sit along with him and his friend. He had been the one to introduce you to Peter and had also bought a bunch of treats for everyone once the Trolley Witch came around. James had been so nice to you that day that you felt like a princess. When both of you were put in the same house, you became close. James was always really, really nice to you, and you liked that about him, especially compared to the way his friends treated you - Sirius always trying to flirt and Peter being so awkward all the time. You also became close with Remus, and he would lend some of his muggle books, and you would borrow some magical ones to him. It became a habit, and Sirius would call you both nerds for it. You didn’t mind it all that much; you knew it was all playful banter.

In 5th year, when you discovered your passion for making clothes, the first person you told was Lily. You politely asked her if you could design a dress for her, and she felt honored. Once you handed her the dress, she instantly put it on, and it fit her like a glove. That weekend, when you went to Hogsmeade, she wore the dress, and even though you thought she looked absolutely lovely, you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach whenever you realized people were staring at her. It was as if you didn’t want them to look, and their staring was affecting you somehow.

“That sounds an awful lot like jealousy to me,” Remus had told you. You gasped in that moment, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe you didn’t just like Lily as a friend. Maybe you liked, like her. Romantically liked her. And it made you feel miserable because you were very aware, like pretty much the entire school, that James was absolutely hung up on her.

At Marlenes’s party, organized by Mary a year later, someone had the brilliant idea of playing spin the bottle. When Lily had to kiss Marlene, she didn’t budge, which made you both jealous but also a little curious. Could that mean Lily was interested in girls too?

You, in turn, had to kiss James, and even if he was your friend, you had to admit he was a really good kisser. You were both panting a little when you separated and awkwardly went back to your places in the circle. From that day on, James stuck to you like gum, following you around and carrying your books and bag a lot more often than he did before. And even if you appreciated how nice he was, making you feel like a princess again, you were also bothered because you felt like you were his second choice, his consolation prize after he gave up on chasing after Lily.

“I’m not a pity prize, James!” You told him one day as he tried to hold your hand.

He looked at you, hurt in his face. “I’d never see you as one, kitten. I thought you knew.”

You looked at him taken aback. “What about Lily?”

He averted your gaze. “She… She’s like a star. Unreachable.”

“And I am within reach, right?” You continued, a little angry still.

“That’s not what I…”

“James, I like her too!” You somehow blurted out.

He looked at you in shock, eyes wide open as you told him the truth. “You like–" he started, confused "–like I do?”

You looked to the side and nodded. “Yes! Like you do.”

“And you don’t like boys like that?”

“I… I wouldn’t say that either…”

“Then what’s the issue?” He said, reaching for your hand again. You stared at him with a frown, thinking of pulling your hand away. But his hand was warm, and just as James always did, it made you feel nice too.

Both you and James started to spend a lot more time together since then. People would find him sitting beside you at dinner and in some classes. He made sure to always keep some kind of contact with you, whether it was holding your hand, having his arm over your shoulder, or a hand on your waist. You actually grew to like it; you felt appreciated and loved. Maybe you really weren’t a second choice to him, maybe he really had chosen you over Lily.

But then it was Halloween, and somehow you convinced him to dress as Ken while you'd dress up as Barbie. You designed both of your outfits, and he even hung out with you while you were sewing and adding beads and glitter to both of your costumes. Even Peter was helping you with the costumes, since you’d promised to help him with his. You were all sitting in the common room, and you were on the floor, sitting between James’ legs and resting your head on his chest as you sewed some details onto a coat when Lily walked in.

You smiled and waved at her, but she just looked at the two of you, looking hurt, and stormed out. “What’s with her?” Peter asked with a shrug. You and James looked at each other with a frown and nodded, both getting up and chasing after her.

“Lily!” You shouted as she picked up the pace.

“I’ll take a short cut,” James told you. “We’ll intercept her.”

Soon enough, James was blocking Lily from the front, and you stopped her from behind. “Hey! Lils, stop running, will you?” You told her, breath a little ragged, as she tried to walk past you. Her eyes started to water, and you looked at her concerned, placing both hands on her shoulders. “Hey love, what’s wrong?” You asked.

She started to cry then, and your heart broke. Whatever you had done, you were sure to never ever do it again; you could not bear to see her cry. James looked as mortified as you did.

“Evans,” he said, not daring to place a hand on her, like you already had. “What’s wrong, darling?” He asked softly.

“I… I don’t know… I…” She started between sobs. “I just, I suddenly felt so angry at the two of you being together like that. I just… I didn’t…. I’m an asshole.” She said as she placed her hands over her face to hide it from the two of you.

Realization hit you like a truck. “You like James,” you said dryly. James looked shocked at the two of you. “You’re jealous.” You said with a bitter laugh. “I’ll leave you to talk,” you said as you started to leave.

Lily finally raised her head from her hand and shook her head, you couldn't be more wrong. She grabbed your arm. "I wasn't jealous of you!" You turned surprised. "I wanted to be James!" You looked at the two of them, shocked. James looked so confused in that moment; if it hadn't been for the situation, you would've loved to capture that expression in a picture. "Or rather, there, like… in between the two."

You looked at her even more shocked. "Does that mean you like… both me and–"

"–Me?" James finished.

Lily just looked at the two of you in desperation. "See? I AM an asshole!"

You shook your head and exchanged a glance with James. He nodded, and the two of you embraced Lily in a tight hug. You buried your head on Lily’s shoulder, relishing in the smell of her signature lavender perfume, while James wrapped his long arms around the two of you, drawing you both towards his chest. From that moment on, the three of you somehow started dating each other. Lily was the perfect companion; she understood and related to all of your girly needs, gifting you a pearl necklace on your birthday and wearing all the dresses you made for her. James always cared for the two of you like you were goddesses, giving you the best cuddles in the world and enjoying all the desserts you prepared for him. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you baked. You were so happy together; you almost couldn’t believe it was real. But it was, and it was beautiful.

A/N: Hey sweetie! I really hope you enjoy this little ship (it totally got out hand and ended up being a mini ficlet, but I hope you like it); also I really hope all the cuddling doesn't bother you &lt;3

Much Love, Lilly xx

[midnight-scrivener]

Didn't want to derail this post too much bc funny posts should be allowed to stay that way, but I really think OP is onto something here tbh!!! Malls (in usamerica) are full of high end brands and luxury items. No one goes to a mall because they NEED what's there. Malls are dying precisely because there's no place in a big mall for basic quality-of-life shit. The thing about blacksmiths and alehouses and apothecaries and peddlers is that they all existed to meet real, practical needs. They brought people into town for a reason, and then if those people bought a little treat while they were there, or stopped and chatted with someone, or had another little human experience, that was all an added bonus.

In Central Florida, the two major malls are sprawling expanses of Armani and Gucci boutiques, high end clothing and dining experiences. The Florida Mall has a straight up brick-and-mortar Tesla store in the middle of it (that I've never seen anyone go inside). There's no room for little human experiences. If you have to go, you're not exploring. You get the rare item you need and get out. Malls are labyrinths of globalized corporate excess, and in the world those same corporations have built, no one can afford to be excessive anymore. Malls are starving because there's no longer a comfortable middle class upon which they may glut themselves.

A positive alternative to this is a revived mall by my house: its department stores are shuttered (the corpse of a JC Penny WILL be possessed by Spirit Halloween this month), the cinema hangs on by airing international films and special events, and the storefronts that were once chain shops and the same textureless, featureless shopping mall fare have been replaced by local small businesses. There's a vintage consignment shop and a board game store that holds weekly community gaming events. A gutted sears has become a brewery and arcade (an alehouse?). BUT there's also a small grocery corner store (a peddler?). There's a daycare. There are maintenance and construction firms (blacksmiths?). There's a music school. There's a drug store (an apothecary?). The mall itself hosts walking events and parties and scavenger hunts that encourage people to come in and wander and engage with their community.

So yeah I think OP is hitting up on something real here. People who come for quality of life shit will stay and start finding each other. The way to make malls live again is to allow them to grow what feels real and right, instead of forcing them to seed this hollow, homogenized isolation.

[trashcankitty12]

I'm gonna have a mini rant.

What the fuck is Natalia's problem and how long until she gets those "cement shoes" Nina threatened Adrian with?

Her daughter was outed publicly, and honestly seemed traumatized. Not to mention, she heard her mother talk about her and other LGBtQ+ people in such a disgusting way.

And all she can fucking think of? Blaze's career.

She doesn't fucking see her daughter as anything but a damn brand/billboard.

Like, fuck Ava for assisting in the outing of Blaze, but fuck Natalia more.

And Sonny?!

What in the hell is wrong with you?! The bitch who said disgusting shit about your daughter (and her own) was there and instead of running her off, you have a conversation and smile and act flirty still?

Fuck. You.

Honestly, I would've loved to see Alexis give Natalia the smck down she was wanting to give.

Please...

Please salvage this by making there be consequences for that bitch.

Have blaze fire her and go no contact. Have people refuse to serve her in places.

(Lots of local shops/boutiques have protested anti-lgbt policies by using the same law allowing people to refuse them service to refuse service right back. Let Natalia's favorite salon people refuse to do her hair because one is LGBT+. Have Carly and Olivia remove her from the metro court because of LGBtQ+ staff not feeling safe with her. Just... Something.)

(or better yet, have Blaze's real fans tell Natalia to fuck off. That *she* is the problem.)

Just something besides Sonny's stupid talking too.