#lippy clip

[crowleysno1fan]

im sorry this is the first thing i thought of 😭

"Bingle-Bongle- Dingle-Dangle Yickety-Do Yickety-Dah Ping-Pong Lippy-Tappy Too-Tah" ☺️

[lovlidollie]

before dollie!reader, rafe’s car was immaculate. everything had its place, the seats were always spotless and the interior was meticulously clean. not a single speck of dust could be found in there, not even one fingerprint. his car was a reflection of the image he wanted to project; a man who was in control and put together (even if he wasn’t all the time). he only kept his essentials in there, a pair of expensive sunglasses in the centre console, a fancy lighter, something like a solid silver zippo, and maybe a cologne or two. he even had a specific air freshener that he replaced regularly so he could keep that ‘new car smell’. but now? his big scary range rover is just a shrine.

dollie!reader has completely taken over his car, she’s the ultimate passenger princess. rafe can barely drive sometimes because of the amount of dangly keychains hanging everywhere. don’t even get him started on those “stupid ugly naked babies,” that she insists he just has to keep. he always rolls his eyes when he gets in, muttering under his breath about how he doesn’t like the way they look at him when he drives. grunts a, “you’re turnin’ my car into a damn toy store,” every time he notices a new addition. despite all the grumbling ‘n complaining he does, he never actually removes anything or stops her from adding more. rafe’s glovebox has become a treasure trove for all her little trinkets — hair ties, clips, spare lippies, her favourite snacks, stickers, the list goes on. the console wasn’t spared from her either. it’s got a mini tube of hand cream and one of those spray sanitisers, a compact, a couple of cute figurines and a ring or two that she absentmindedly placed there and forgot about. he’ll make a huge deal about not being able to find his sunglasses because they’re buried under a pile of her stuff, but the little smile on his face says it all.

even the smell of the car changes after she starts regularly riding with rafe. the ‘new car’ smell starts mixing deliciously with her soft, sweet scent. like leather and fresh bouquets with a hint of vanilla; a perfect mix of both of them. the car isn’t just his anymore — it’s hers too, and he loves that more than he’ll ever admit out loud.

[realprissygirl]

#PolishednPrissy

a talk on my favorite timeless beauty and fashion detailz

“realizing how in love i am with classic details and looks >>> i 💗 a good silk press, little black dress, french tip, arched eyebrow, kitten liner, jean and heel combo, pearl jewelry, denim and white tank top look it’s all so timelessly divaesque”

“i just wanna "grown lady" my wardrobe. like still hyper feminine and girly but it's time to change the silhouettes, lines, patterns, cuts, etc”

˖𓍢ִ໋🐩👛.𖥔 ݁ ˖

hair

slick back buns

press and curl

bombshell curl sew in

curly updos with bangs

knotless box braids

curly messy buns (my fav)

roller sets

claw clips

slick high pony

beauty

orgasm blush

a simple kitten wing liner

clear lip gloss

turkish delight gloss

french tips

oyster girl lip glass

pink nails (plain, shimmer, pearlized, etc)

cat eyes

saint germain lipstick

thin arched brows

classic + russian lash sets

sheer pink overlays

nude lippies

silver shimmer eyeshadow

chocolate geode + gold deposit highlighter

smokey eyes

clothing & accessories

my louis neverfull

diamond studs and gold hoops

mid rise and low rise dark wash jeans

designer sandals

ribbed tank tops

corsets

nike air force ones in all white

knee high boots

little black dress

maxi dresses

pencil skirts

knitted tops

black pumps

fur coats/vests

gold jewelry

pearl details

denier stockings

pointelle tights

[letsgetrowdy43]

Quinn getting lippy in his postgame is so hot…

“I haven't looked at the clips so I can't comment, but from my perspective I got hit in the face, that's all I know”

it's not even attitude but it’s sooooo bitchy

[vierlieben]

Lip Gloss.

Choi Jongho x f!reader

genre: fluff

wc: ?? idk

desc: you just thought of another way of putting lip gloss on your boyfriend's lips.

you are a living doll, everyone said. maybe it's just you can't go out without getting dolled up, or even when you're just staying at home, or maybe because just you're effortlessly pretty. now, by the term "dolled up", it doesn't mean applying full makeup—it's just you wearing hair clips, putting light blush, curling your eyelashes and lastly, your favorite, lippies.

a lovely picnic was planned today together with your boyfriend, Jongho, who was terribly excited about it. well, who wouldn't be so excited for finally getting to have a whole day date with his partner after a rough weekend? all he needed was you.

but maybe you two were simply just unfortunate, which is horrible because it's now raining cats and dogs out there. Jongho quietly stood by the window, watching the rain as it pours; poor one, you thought. he must be terribly saddened by now. he was the one who came up with the whole picnic idea and even bought lots of snacks for you to enjoy together. now, it's just not possible to do it because duh, picnic under this goddamn rain?

now, you hate this view. you hate seeing nothing but sadness in his face. god, you wished that you could just stop this rain and change it with the perfect weather, but yeah, obviously, you cannot. Jongho just sat on the couch and reached for his phone. now, it just got worse; you know that it's really bad when he just decided to sit in silence and give all of his attention to his phone.

"jagiiii," you threw yourself on the couch and gave him a tight, warm hug. "it's fine, we can just stay here together. maybe watch some movies or do anything we want."

you know so well that he can't resist that sweet tone of yours.

"mhm," he dropped the phone and turned around to hug you back. "yeah.. it's just, i don't know, i'm kind of devastated. i didn't even expect it to rain. i thought that the weather's gonna be fine today."

you leaned to give him a kiss on his forehead. "we can still enjoy the day, alright? tell me, how can i ease the devastation that you're feeling?"

"oh, don't worry about me. i'll be fine later, love." the lighter look at his face made you believe what he just told you. "hold on..."

suddenly, he's just staring at your lips, examining something. you froze, confused as you were waiting for him to say something else.

"hmm?"

"is that a different shade of lipstick?"

boom. suddenly, your face's hot, blushing like a whore...

all just because he noticed that you're wearing a different shade of lippie. it is a big thing for you. you know so well that he's always just observant and everything, but everytime he points out something new, you couldn't just help it but to fall deeper for him.

"uh," you looked away for a second. "yeah... did it make a lot of difference?"

"no, you still look pretty. i just noticed. that's a nice one, love." even with the plainest tone, you felt like your heart's melting. GOD, he doesn't know what he's doing to you.

"thanks," was all you can say.

"it's missing something, though," he added. "where's your lip gloss?"

oh, right. the damn lip gloss that you were about to apply but you heard the rain pour so you rushed to see if it's really raining earlier.

"ah... i forgot to put it on. wait, i'll get it." you got up to quickly grab it from your room.

you sat on the couch beside him and applied it on your lips. it was a clear lip gloss. fun fact, he got it for you last month for your birthday together with a set of brush for your blush and perfumes. he gets the best gifts for you.

and when you're finally done putting it on, you looked at him and oh god, now he's finally smiling. that smile is to die for. you are no longer worried about him being sad for the rest of the day because the picnic date is cancelled. he can now get to smile and be happy just because you put on a lip gloss in front of him.

"pretty," he muttered. "very pretty, my love."

you smiled back. "stop, god, why is it whenever you speak, i feel like melting or worse, dying? are you a witch or something?" jokingly, you said, and then laughed.

"i am not a witch. you're just inlove with me."

he's damn right.

"i kinda wanna try those lip gloss. is it too sticky?" he stared at your lips again.

"no, not that much. you actually picked a nice brand. wanna put it on?"

"yes, please. put it on my lips."

you applied one more layer on your lips and spread it out real nice. you've been waiting to do this and now is just the perfect time for it, since he asked you to do it. but he wasn't definitely expecting you to do it in this way—it is very unusual, really.

you leaned into him and pressed your lips on his. this move made his heart race and face turn red so quickly. so did yours. you were too nervous and so that "applying lip gloss" move, or should we say, that kiss lasted for a few more seconds before you let go of his face and lips.

his eyes are still open. maybe he was just really shocked and didn't get to enjoy the moment. although he wasn't expecting that, he surely wanted it—he wanted it so much and he didn't even know about it.

you took some time to appreciate how pretty it looks on him. it made his lips look plumper. this man is truly beautiful — maybe more beautiful than you, but that's okay, maybe god just have his favorites.

"woah," was the first thing that came out of his mouth. "do it again."

you were expecting him to react more, as if it is really thrilling. but he just asked for one more... and now you're just shy to do it once again.

"no, i've already put it on you." you refused.

"i don't think you've put enough," he demanded. "go, do it again."

"no wayyyy!" you shouted as you were running away from him.

you proceeded to go to your room, expecting that he didn't even follow you—but boy you were wrong, he was just right behind you, holding your lip gloss.

"come on, love. i enjoyed it. give me one more!"

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

So what's it like diving (and cleaning up) Avalon Bay?

AVALON, SANTA CATALINA ISLAND, CA: Just ask any of our diving contingents who joined in the Avalon Harbour Underwater Cleanup recently--Peter Potamus' Magic Divers, the Divin' Wolf Pups or even the Catalina Diving Clowder (which had a sort of glam factor not even the Bratz could emulate)--and they'll acknowledge as much the ecstasy of the experience as the willingness to do good.

But without being weighted down by demands from censors at the networks for something "healthy" or "nutritive," even; heavens to William Wrigley! At least it wasn't the Laff-a-Lympics redone. But believe you me, with such company rather interesting as we manage to come along with, and with the proceeds going to the Two Harbors Hyperbaric Chamber, at least it's doing good without such being forced down our necks.

The which came up in an "after-the-dive" luncheon at a campy little bar in Avalon off Crescent Avenue, the main drag therefor, Huck and I had with Peter Potamus. In answer to a question Huckleberry "himself" posed about how predictable the refuse collected from Avalon Bay could get, Peter responded, "Pshaw! I assume you still recall when Lippy and I found that iron bedframe ..."

"We still do," we remarked.

"But at any rate, while you may still find a lot of wallets with cash, credit and debit cards in the harbour, consider where mobile phones loaded with e-payment wallet apps--Apple Pay, Google Pay, Samsung Pay, Venmo, PayPal--and likely still having active balances managed to turn up. And for some reason, those Divin' Wolf Pups found at least five such mobiles between them, though they managed to resist the temptation of trying to use such apps, knowing they eventually had to be turned in as part of the haul."

"Certainly, though, Peter," Huck remarked, "I suppose such who still had balances on those e-pay plans will likely get their balances intact with a new mobile so replacing."

"Let's hope so." (Short pause while Peter took his lunch.) "And as for those Clowder gals, how irresistable could their appearance get?"

"I just hope," saith I, "they weren't asked to leave the cleanup for 'causing a needless distraction.'"

"Wherever did that notion come from, Snag?! Of that dive contingent feline, boys, Sabrina managed to turn in some kinky-looking fishnet stockings and a pair of garters, winning the prize for Weirdest Items Collected. Never mind their suggestive nature ... and Jayne collected nine wallets or billfolds, a money clip as still had over a thousand dollars in same, four mobile phones, an iPad and six gold coins, two of which were half-ounce Mexican Centenarios!"

"Though I have to admit what Jayne hauled," Huckleberry Hound remarked, "certainly took the cake for most items found."

"By our contingents. But for sheer luck, consider what Lola and Jessamaine from the Diving Clowder discovered: Three briefcases in all, contents to be determined as they were locked and secured when thrown overboard ... I just hope espionage isn't at serious play!"

"How about sending in Super Snooper and Blabbermouse to examine the contents?" asked Huck.

"One of the judges at the Harbour Cleanup, in taking note of the briefcases found, mentioned that Los Angeles County Sheriffs' agents will likely examine and take action. Catalina is technically under the Sheriffs' Office's jurisdiction for law enforcement ends."

"Presumably including possible contraband," said I.

"Rather likely" was all Peter could add.

*************

@warnerbrosentertainment @indigo-corvus @jellystone-enjoyer @xdiver71 @funtasticworld @iheartgod175 @archive-archives @catalinablog-blog @thebigdingle @screamingtoosoftly @thylordshipofbutts @themineralyoucrave @catalinachamber @warnerbros-blog1 @joey-gatorman @groovybribri @theweekenddigest @ultrakeencollectionbreadfan @warnerbrosent-blog

[amiharana]

tag game!

tagged by @aigramere >:]

rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better

relationship status: hopelessly in love with jungkook from bts (yes ladies i'm single)

favorite color: purple! i'm especially fond of pastel shades, lilac, lavender, etc

song stuck in my head: i've got two because my brain is just a radio station of mental illness — 'stitches and burns' by fra lippo lippi and 'it's not living (if it's not with you)' by the 1975

last song i listened to: set me free pt 2 by bts jimin STREAMMMMM

three favorite foods: karekare rice with bagoong and crispy pata (peanut sauce rice with shrimp paste and crispy pork leg), alfredo bacon cheese pizza, and a good hot soup

last thing i googled: "hair claw clips" IT WAS FOR MY LAST POST LOL

dream trip: i've been wanting to go visit south korea! i've always thought about studying abroad there but i need to study the language more 😭 anyone wanna be study buddies? 😄

anything i want right now: money, sleep, time, and a good friend because i'm broke, tired, burnt out, lonely, and sad ☝️😌

tagging: @mcnecklong @crypticsummons @cryiling @mangobxbbletea @gregarious-cervine @cyberstarzzz @senchee @vvenushalo @thewaywardphilosopher @androgymagnus + anyone else who would like to participate :> no worries if you don't want to or have already been tagged :]

[lavaburnsso]

Man, idk if it's just me or not, but I was absolutely so excited to get the Lippy ~ I see others riding them around and they just look so NICE.

but then I buy one and realize that they're super bulky(like I feel like my horse needs a diet plan and exercise), the animations for them are kind of sloppy, and the reins clip through their shoulders.. 🙃

anyone else feel this way??

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(a halloween ootd:

-black tanktop with a skeleton mermaid on it

-high waist black skinny trousers

-sparkly black boots, with floral sequins

-dark red windbreaker

-all my bone jewelry!!! A pendant with my dead cats hair in it!!! Teeth rings galore!!!!!

-hair half up down and curls curls curls. Shout out to the claw clip fighting for its life. im being so brave with my hair down right now.

-dark brown lippie)

[umberandmochaagate]

Need giant hair clips from the store but if I go to the store I'm gonna walk out with a plum colored lippie and I just bought three of different nudes but I don't have a plum and THAT'S why I can't let myself convince me to talk myself into it 😭

[inabcck]

She had to hand it to Logan at least he was smart about when to be lippy and not. Now she didn't like to think about how she kind of had him on a leash with his feelings for her, but she could feel how she pulled that leash a bit tighter in this moment. He didn't seem to mind it too much with how he stood there and took her disappointment like a champ. Harley would remember that for later when they were alone and there weren't so many prying eyes.

He was probably trying not to give into his desires for her with the way that she purposely teased him a little bit. The others would see what she did as a clear threat to just a higher level of one of them, but for Logan he could probably sense the conflict. The desire to make sure he understood the lesson in stealing a beating that should have been hers, but also the desire to not want to mess him up too badly. She didn't like the idea of choking him or even smacking him outside of the bedroom with his consent of course. She could get a little wild when the mood struck.

Being met by silence was all that Harley needed as she smiled something feral. "Good." The word is clipped as she kicks the sobbing man over so that she didn't see his face as he cried on the floor. "Now get back ta work tha lot of ya!" She made a shooing motion with her hands to send the goons scattering and once they were gone she turned on her heel to look at Logan. A finger crooked in his direction telling him to follow her as she walks to the closed off office area behind them.

Stars help him, she's about to rip into him. Her words are like sweet honey though, with a hint of that spice he likes so much. He makes no move to defend himself from her, but rather take whatever she'll dish out, as he should. He doesn't take his eyes from her, not even once.

Not when he tries desperately to not savor that patting to his cheek, not when he swallows at the way her fingers trail on his skin before she's grasping his throat like that. Not when he tries to maintain composure from that alone, and then she's moving again, just as easily ready to shift and change, to talk to the lot of them once she's done caressing his skin, his unscarred side, thank goodness.

Heaven help him.

Swallowing, Logan assumes parade rest and takes a step or two back, out of the almost spotlight he had taken and giving it fully to her. He is not one to step on anyone's toes, he aught to have remembered that. But...his rage was just out of control sometimes when it came to Harley that he couldn't stop himself before seeing red. He shakes his head as she glances from goon to goon and then at him, but he remains silent. Eyes do, however, drift to the crumpled heap of a man on the floor, still sobbing but he's gone quieter now that Harley has spoken. The blonde clenches his jaws.

[lavcnderhearts]

Yeah, just thinking about.....them.....in this one moment.....for the umpteenth time since I’ve seen the episode.....

[twordishdragon]

A - Anaphylactic

B - Burgundy

C - Crispy

D - Delicacy

E - Earthworm

F - Frederick (this is a name but who cares)

G - Guess

H - Horse

I - Indigo

J - Jurassic

K - Kilimanjaro

L - Lemur

M - Microscopic

N - Nevada

O - Ostracised

P - Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, duh

Q - Queer

R - Romanesque

S - Sylvia (also a name lmao)

T - Terrestrial

U - Undercover

V - Viagra

W - Wisconsin

X - Xenomorph (I have NEVER consumed anything relating to Alien, I have no idea why this popped into my head)

Y - Yickety do, yickety da, ping pong, lippy tappy too tah (not one word but my brain IMMEDIATELY went to this clip)

Z - Zex (it's like sex but with a Z)

Man what the fuck goes on in that head of mine

seeing what the first word comes up for me with each letter of the alphabet ( I’m bored )

A- arson

b- booger 💀

c- cum

d- donkey?

e- ego

f- fruit

g- girlfriend

h- hell

I- ignore

j- jump

k- kiss

L- loser ( baby a loser godamn baby )

m- murder

n- no

o- off

p- pee lol

q- queer

r- real

s- STD 🤧

t- tea

u- umbrella

v- vagina 😀

w- why

x- xylophone

z- zoo

[scotianostra]

Happy 86th Birthday Scottish actor Richard Wilson.

Born Ian Colquhoun Wilson,July 9th 1936 in Greenock, he went on to study science there before completing his National Service in Singapore with the Royal Medical Army Corps. Wilson was a late convert to acting as he worked as a research scientist in Glasgow until the age of 27. He then trained at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts (RADA) in London. Before his most famous role as Victor Meldrew, he participated in theatre productions in Edinburgh, Glasgow and Manchester. He also directed several plays.

After several bit parts in TV shows including The Sweeney and Some Mothers Do Have ‘Em’ in 1978, he portrayed a regular character in the show  A Sharp Intake of Breath'with David Jason between 1977 and 1980. This was followed by lead roles in the show High and Dry in 1985, and Hot Metal in 1988. It was in between these two series that I first noticed Richar Wilson in the fantastic BBC Scotland series Tutti Frutti with a host of other Scots, including Robbie Coltrane, Maurice Roëves and Katy Murphy, Richard was Eddie Clockerty, the group’s devious and exploitative manager, I remember fondly the scenes he shared with Kate Murphy as his lippy secretary Miss Toner.

Wilson then won his most famous role as Victor Meldrew, although he initially turned down the part as he was younger than the character, in the sitcom One Foot in the Grave. The line 'I Don’t Believe It’ became the character’s catchphrase, the show ran for ten years before they finally bumped him off After One Foot in the Grave, Wilson enjoyed roles in 'High Stakes’ and Life As We Know It’ in 2001. Between 2002 and 2004, he appeared in several TV movies including Jeffrey Archer: The Truth and King of Fridges

Wilson returned to a recurring TV show in the form of Born and Bred’ between 2004 and 2005 and has since made the transition from a grumpy old man to a wise, old apothecary in Merlin, which debuted in 2008 and finished in 2012. Since then he has been picky with his roles and not appeared in too many shows, however a wee look at Indb tells me he has two projects on the go just now,  Everything I Ever Wanted to Tell My Daughter About Men also stars Alan Cummings and How Sweetly it turns.

Richard  has devoted his time to working for the gay rights campaign group Stonewall he is also a patron for the Scottish Youth Theatre and has been a long-term supporter of the charity Sense.

Wilson was planning to reprise the iconic character of Victor Meldrew for one night only at The Edinburgh Fringe a few years back but in the run-up to the event the actor suddenly fell ill and had to pull out.

It was later revealed he suffered a heart attack but remembers nothing of it. He told BBC Radio 2′s Graham Norton:

“I had a heart attack and fell off a balcony. I don’t remember a thing about it.The great thing about the accident – I’m going to mention because I’d love to know who it was – the great thing about the accident is that there was a doctor walking by, and if he hadn’t been walking by, I wouldn’t be talking to you now"

I think we are all of the same opinion it was a great thing, nad thank the unknown doctor for saving a much loved Scottish character actor.

Richard has slowed don in his mid 80′s he has recently been in the film Everything I Ever Wanted to Tell My Daughter About Men and the TV series Around the World in 80 Days, he has one project in post production, there are details regarding it , all I could find was a wee mention in an interview Richard gave to Saga Magazine that  “ It’s called Sweetly It Turns and we shot it near Wolverhampton, I play an old man who dies halfway through – a very restful part!”

The clip, from One Foot in the Grave, is one of my faves.

[breitzbachbea]

Drabble #82

You know Arthur is a hopeless case when the other two thirds of the "I will keep all my feelings right here and then one day I'll die" squad attempt partner therapy.

Drabble Collection on Ao3 Ship: Railey (+ Arthur)

"Damn," Robert said. "I get the whole 'You wearing the suit and not the suit wearing You' now."

Tahir had stopped adjusting his earring when Robert had spoken up. Clip-on of course, his mother would kill him and he himself had no interest in the permanence. They were courtesy of Ala, who had used them when she was younger.

He smirked over his shoulder. "If you can't fill out a suit, you can't fill out the role you're wearing it for."

"Oh, you're filling it out, handsome." Robert's eyes did not meet his. 

The smile dropped off his face. "You're staring at my arse, aren't you?"

Robert did indeed and grinned, while Tahir rolled his eyes and turned back to the mirror. "But the rest also looks lovely, handsome."

Tahir made no further comment other than straightening his back and vest. Due to the mirror, he was fully that Robert was walking up to him.

He didn't protest the hands at his hips and  stopped his motions when Robert leant around to softly kiss the already adjusted earlobe. "I really like this touch, too."

Tahir snorted and chuckled quietly to himself.

"Thank you," he said and turned to face him, their noses touching. "I talked with Ala about whether you'd want some as well." Robert blinked, as his eyes widened in surprise. Tahir grinned. "She said you'd google which ear is the gay one."

Now it was Robert's turn to roll his eyes before he pecked him on the lips and turned away. Tahir still smiled to himself when he attached the other. "Are you sure about your outfit though?"

"Course I am." Tahir looked him once up and down. Robert noticed and stopped in his tracks. "It's just the French. Désirées probably going to show up with her tie backwards or triple layered dress and is gonna call it a fashion statement, so untwist your knickers, Tahir." Tahir sighed. "And I look well fit with the leather jacket."

"At least tuck your shirt in."

"With the leather jacket? Forget it, I'm not square. Won't catch me walking around like my own father."

"Fine! You're right." He looked back into the mirror. "We're gonna look like quite the pair, with me all dolled up and you all butch." Tahir could see in the mirror that Robert seemed to enjoy the notion. "You would google which ear the gay one is," he said, but before Robert could muster an answer, someone knocked at the door. 

Robert walked over and asked: "Who's there?"

"It's me," Arthur said. "Can I come in?"

Robert looked to Tahir for a brief moment, who nodded, and then opened the door.

"Sure, come in." Robert stepped aside a little as Arthur did just that. "The Lady over there's still putting her lippy on."

Arthur adjusted his lapel when Robert hadn't even closed the door and his hands didn't leave his suit when he strode into the room.

"I see," Tahir said after he had turned around to face him. "You chose not to wear the suit he bought you."

Arthur looked up from his cufflinks, but did not cease his messing with them. "Yes, because I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself, thank you very much. And I don't see what's wrong with this suit I bought in Oxford. Certainly, our tailors aren't any less talented than theirs." 

"And you're not Froglegs' dress up doll," Robert said as he ambled over to the bed and Arthur nodded.

"That as well. I'd appreciate the loving intent, if it didn't end up warping back into utter self-centered egotism."

Tahir simply watched him tighten his tie. "I won't argue with that angle. However, since I would not date François under any circumstances in the first places, while you do ... maybe meeting him halfway would be a nice gesture between lovers?"

Arthur re-buttoned his suit jacket while he glared at him. "How I handle this relationship, of whatever nature it may be, you may leave to me, Tahir."

Tahir smiled faintly but knowingly. "Of course, Sir. Apologies."

"I mean, there's always other options," Robert said. He had sat down on the bed. "Who really wants to ride the horse they learnt riding on? No one."

Arthur's face had turned at least a shade redder and his head snapped to Robert. "Excuse me?!"

"Did you have to phrase it like that?" Tahir asked. "Let me retract that - Did you have to say that at all?"

"What, I can't give a piece of advice as well?"

"Advice is solicited, something I clearly did not do with your opinions!" Arthur said. "Aren't you going to end up with your own relationship squabbles tonight, as always? Do you need to concern yourself with mine as well?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Robert asked.

"If you are going to be like that for the rest of the evening, I can see where he's coming from," Tahir told him.

"Didn't I tell you to untwist your knickers?"

"If you aren't going to back me up, but instead backstab me from two different directions, I won't put a single good word in with Arielle." He shoved his hands into his pockets and raised both his eyebrows for a moment, gaze turning to the side. "Or, well, rather try and distract her from whatever's going on."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Robert said with a grin on his face. "For all I care, she can fume all evening about not getting her way. Let her do it together with François."

Arthur looked at him, then his gaze unfocused. All the while, Tahir squinted slightly at Robert.

Arthur smiled. "Well, as much as I like the thought, I wouldn't want anyone to encourage him in his wailing. Guess I'll have to be a gentleman about all of this."

"Someone has to be," Tahir said, with a his eyes still on Robert, who seemed unaffected by the stern look and joyless mouth.

"You can only be a gentleman to a lady." He got to his feet and put one arm around Tahir's waist. "Ready to go, handsome?"

Tahir grabbed his suitjacket and adjusted it in front of the mirror.

"That's a marvelous shade of green," Arthur said about the suit and Tahir smiled for a second.

"Thank you, Arthur." He turned around. "I like the contrast of yours, is it bespoken?"

"Of course it is! Be a shame not to wear it, isn't that right?"

"Do you wanna take bets on what Désirée is going to wear?" Robert asked and Arthur laughed. He reigned himself in.

"I'm sure she'll wear something appropriate."

"Fuck off. If it's not at least a weird shirt, then she knocked her head real hard."

"Robert, were you earlier implying that Miss Halévy is not a real lady?" Tahir asked.

Robert poked his earring, which had Tahir catch him by the wrist. "You're more of a lady than her tonight. I'll tell you outright that she's a bitch."

"Robert!" it came in unison from Tahir and Arthur. The door fell shut behind them and soon, their conversation was carried away from the hotel room, through the lobby and into the Parisian spring night. 

[littlelambdrgnfly]

Thought of an au I think you’d like 😉

Paul is a choirboy at a posh college in the mid-60’s. He’s respected by the younger ones, and, in tradition, bosses them around . He orders them to get him drinks, clip his toenails, take the blame when he gets into trouble, etc.

He treats them all ‘equally’ but ends up taking a liking to one of them - Lennon. He’s much more independent than the others. Less pathetic and straggly… He bit back.

Johnny knows that he has to follow Mccartneys orders if he doesn’t want (painful) repercussions, so he does them as sloppily as he can. Putting too much milk in his tea, scowling at Paul, and overall being a brat.

I can think of so many ways this could go over, but Paul would end up sick of his behaviour and have Lennon call him sir as he fucks him in an empty classroom 😳

Oh Paul is definitely that boy! 😳 I bet the other boys just obey him because he’s so good-looking lol! John is also definitely that brat, but I think he’d be much more lippy, despite the bare bottom caning Paul administers in front of all the naughty choir boys. John would drive Paul absolutely crazy though, he’d obsess over this bratty boy who doesn’t show him any respect. Maybe they have it out in that empty classroom and Paul spanks Johnny over his knee, getting him aroused. Paul won’t let Johnny cum until he calls him “sir” though. 🥵