#lipstick??? in my valentino whitE BAG?

[eirene]

Three models wearing clothing by Valentino inside the apartment of Cy Twombly.

Photographer: Henry Clarke

Vogue, March 15th, 1968

[greengirllover]

i have a henny stain on my white bag

[eggtrolls]

I’m about to start setting cars on fire with my mind straight Carrie-style because someone said Anora yes that Anora “as a movie” has “an unmatched amount of realism”. Realism. You think the fucking Jersey hooker meets inept Russian goons Cinderella story has realism?? Realism??? Anora (2024) by Sean Baker has reali—you think???? it has????? REALISM??? The realistick depiction of Armenian priest bumbling henchman private jet shotgun marriage to Nevada lack of sexual violence against young sex workers the realisticism is so!!!! Unmatched? Point on this doll where the realism do it show me where the realism is show me right now I’m asking the questions and I’ll put the gun down when I want to

[ashmp3]

oh what a terrible day to be a citizen of a jjongjjongie nation (x)

[gyubby99]

Mal: I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag

Vox: ..my what?

Mal:

Mal: *calls Aponi*

[felicitea-va]

this idea came to me when i was trying to fall asleep at 5 am

[m1d-45]

Heizou - decks creator

Creator - ah fuck. I can't believe you've done this

you. you get it.

[kneecap-homicide]

I thought I removed all the choclate eggs

[0p1er0]

HAPPY 'YOU SPILLED LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG' DAY ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Timee to go be single ✨

[rhaenyradaemons]

why would I want children when I can get designer bags instead

[theprocraftinator]

by artbydeirdre

[sushi-rat]

My psychology teacher: Sleep, especially REM sleep, is very important as our brains use that time to help process and store memories, and allow our bodies to heal cognitive resources we used throughout the day

Me and my fever-ass like dreams: Dunkin Donut, Eat Coffee *proceeds to play vines in content aware scale*

[fearindulgence]

The oncoming fireball causes the elf to duck back down and Deimos to follow it up by drawing forth fade essence in the shape of a fist to smash it down in the middle of the fray; there was loud crash and a moment of reprieve to follow as the brawling patrons tried to gather themselves from the shock.

The hand still grasping at the other's collar then yanked them up to their feet as the other remained with an ambient glow around it as he prepared to - if necessary - strike again, as one bar patron threw a punch... Missed, and spun on their way to colliding with the hardwood flooring. Unfortunate bastard.

"You've ten seconds to start moving before I push you from the ledge myself." He snarled, dragging them in the general direction of said window, weaving between a pair of shocked bystanders with long strides.

"I'm going to ignore the fact you've attempted to incriminate me. You're going to explain why you're here in the first place. Do you not understand what discretion is? Are you completely insane?"

It's a shame Deimos tries to level a side eye at them on their bad side. The joy of trickery sparkles in the watering of their pale eye-- or the fact they may be starting to sport a shiner on that side does it. Regardless, a blind eye is literally turned as the elf peaks over the table and ducks back down just as fast. A fireball skims over their heads shortly thereafter. "Hey--" A pause as they shift, shoving their shoulder more firmly against the table as it rattles with what feels like a thrown chair hitting it. "--I didn't nick any Nicks today. Probably."

There's actual mirth that crinkles around their lips and eyes as a grin peels across freckled skin. The grip forces that look to turn fully on the -- companion? Can they call him that? Varric sent them to either, how had he put it... "fetch, finagle, or strangle" the vint. Supposedly he had info, but Asha isn't sure if that's true considering the threat now sliding off his cheek like a bit of hissed spittle.

"Because the gold is in your pockets." A hand comes to pat against a gold pouch snuck into the fold of a robe that most definitely wasn't there before. "And in the original pouches it came from as well." He winks his bad eye before grabbing that hand at his collar. "There's a window over there -- ready to jump?"

[artsharki]

You spilled red lipstick in my Valentino white bag?

Originally drawn 2022

[underdark-dreams]

Zero people asked for this but BG3 characters as vines

Gale:

"Honey we did it, you're going to be a father" "Babe I'm reading Prisoner of Azkaban what do you want"

Shadowheart:

We all die you either kill yourself or you get killed [dances] what you gonna do

Halsin:

That's what good pussy sounds like

Tav:

Welcome to bible study we're all children of Jesus [Gale snorting an amulet in the background]

Astarion:

"There's only one thing worse than a rapist" "A child" "No"

Wyll:

Don't fuck with me, I have the power of God AND anime on my side

Lae'zel:

"Let me see what you have" "A KNIFE"

Karlach:

69 cents eyyy know what that means. I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets :(

Raphael:

LIPSTICK in my Valentino white bag?

[batinasweater]

BatFam As Vines:

Dick Grayson: so I’m sitting their, barbecue sauce on my tiddies-🧍🏻

Jason Todd: Oh, hi. Thanks for checking in. I’m still a piece of ✨garbage✨

Tim Drake: Road Work ahead? 🚧 Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does.

Damian Wayne: Staaaaph! I could have dropped my croissant!!! 🥐

Duke Thomas: Mother trucker 🚚 dude! That hurt like a buttcheck on a stick! 🪵

Cassandra Cain: I spilled lipstick in your Valentino White Bag-👛👛👛

Bruce Wayne: You spilled, whataahaag— lipstick in my Valentino White bag?💅🏼

Stephanie Brown: Get to Del Taco. They got a new thing called Freesha…Fee… Freeshavaca-do 🥑