#look at the bumbag

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

People have been asking for a Chang timeline post! Chang not only represents a turning point in the politics of the Tintin series, he also represents a sense of chronology in the otherwise floating timeline of the canon. While Tintin almost never discusses his past, Chang is a key part of his personal story in Tintin in Tibet.

I imagine him and Tintin being around the same age, with Chang being a few months younger.

Child - Chang had a happy early childhood being raised by his father and grandparents. He never mentions his mother when recounting his backstory to Tintin, so my main guesses are she either passed away or his parents separated before Chang was old enough to remember her. His father and grandparents taught him how to cook from an early age, and taught him the importance of solidarity and community, lessons Chang will hold onto the rest of his life.

Early canon - Chang is orphaned. This sudden loss causes him to act out. He turns to picking pockets and causing general mischief until an orphanage takes him in. Chang learns a lot of skills just to survive - he’s stealthy, he’s street smart and pretty decent at climbing. His experiences as a street kid taught him to be wary of authority.

The orphanage provides a brief period of stability until it is swept away in a flood. Until this point, Chang has felt pretty powerless in his life so just goes with the flow, so when Tintin drags him out of a river he doesn’t think twice about going along with him to break up a drug ring in The Blue Lotus. Going on this adventure with Tintin imbues him with a sense of empowerment and purpose he never felt before.

Student - The Wangs adopt him pretty quickly after he busts the drug ring with Tintin. It’s a sudden change he struggles to adapt to, with the Wangs being wealthy academics and Chang coming from a working class background there’s a significant culture clash.

Tintin leaves just as quickly and rarely contacts Chang, even as his journalism career takes off, leaving Chang lonely and heartbroken. Chang tries to send him letters but doesn’t know that Tintin moved out of Labrador Road.

Having missed out on education for a bit Chang struggles with school. He feels unworthy of the opportunities the Wangs try to provide him with and a part of him feels they only adopted him because they were dazzled by him taking down that drug ring, an achievement he increasingly feels he will never live up to again. He struggles with mental health issues, but finds solace in photography, his portfolio getting him a place at university despite his bad grades.

Young adult - In an attempt to try and help Chang’s mental wellbeing the Wangs decide to send Chang off to visit his uncles before he starts university, only for Chang to nearly perish in a plane crash in Tibet. Ironically, it’s this near death experience that shakes him out of it. Chang has a renewed enthusiasm for life, taking to travelling, dance and photography. Didi trains him in some basic martial arts so Chang can fend for himself.

Tintin makes an effort to stay in touch after having nearly lost Chang. The two repair their friendship, and Tintin has him stay at Marlinspike when Chang studies in Belgium for his second year of university. By the time Chang comes around, he’s had a growth spurt and has been working out - Chang is pretty haunted by his skeletal state from his near death experience in Tibet, so has been making an effort to recover.

After helping Tintin with a case, Tintin gets him a job at his paper as his photographer. Being Chinese he faces challenges in the workplace, and he uses his charm to be as personable as possible. Unlike Tintin, he frequents quite a few staff parties, and ends up pretty popular!

A couple of years later, Chang tries to unionise the staff at the paper. He and Tintin are outed as a couple and the two of them are fired.

Middle aged - After fighting fascists with the Marlinspike team during WW2 Chang and Tintin settle down in Belgium, with Chang scraping out some freelance photography work and a part time job at a portraiture studio. War in China causes them to lose contact with his adopted family. 

While Tintin grows more cynical, Chang accepts the chaos of the world and mellows out a lot. He tries to be a supportive partner and makes extra effort to stay in touch with his uncles and cousins.

Elderly - Chang uses his skills in photojournalism when he gets involved in political activism. He and Tintin are finally able to reunite with Didi and his children in the 70s.

[naavispider]

🏳️‍🌈 Happy pride!! Pride is a protest and we should always remember that! 🏳️‍🌈

[mar-bluu]

MARBLE YOUSE AN AUSSIE

What’s an Eshay? :>

(I love u xxxxx 💞💞💞😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 I miss u xx 💕💕💞💕💞💞😋 I hope you’re thrivinggg how’s uniiiii 💕💞💞💕💕💕)

I KNOW ITS BEEN YEARS BUT YES!!!! I AM!!!!

Its like a 12-18 year old kid who thinks theyre the coolest shit around and are like.... wannabe mini gang members???

Idk they talk about doing drugs and getting into fights and bashing ppl but they like... should be learning how to do fractions or smth

[skzstannie]

“They hate me”

SKZ Drabble

Ot8 x insecure! 9th member! Reader

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Hi everyone! This is my first work on here, and I’m excited for more to come! I’d like to start off by saying this in no way represents SKZ/Yunho in real life; they are simply face claims for the characters.

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“Yunho,” you sobbed, curling into his side from your spot on the couch, “they hate me.”

“Sweetheart, they don’t hate you. I can assure whatever you could’ve done could not make them hate you.” He tries to sooth your shaking form by running his hand through your hair, but you abruptly sit up.

“How do you know that? I was messing up all the choreo last night, and Chan had to re-record my lines for the new song 7 times.” You hold up seven fingers to add a bit of emphasis. “And 7 times is a lot. And then to top it off, I threw up in the practice room because of how anxious I was feeling about it all,” you finish.

“Why does any of that warrant them hating you? So what, you made a few mistakes. I’m sure they’ve all messed up the choreography before, too.” He brings you back into his side by wrapping his long arm around your shoulder. “As for you getting sick, how are you supposed to control that?”

“You should’ve seen them, though. They all had steam coming out of their ears. I don’t even think the 7th recording was any good, but Chan just couldn’t stand to deal with me anymore so he sent me out of the booth. Lee Know looked like he was gonna rip his hair out if he had to correct me one more time, and I could feel the looks from everyone during the whole dance practice.”

“Did you ask them about these things before you left? Or did you just leave yourself to deal with these awful assumptions about the people who love you endlessly?”

“I left right after I got sick, never even told them where I was going,” you huff.

Once you’ve said it out loud, you realize how royally stupid you’ve been, and you immediately jump out of Yunho’s arms to find your phone. “Shit, have you gotten any calls or messages from the guys? I’ve probably worried them sick.” You wrestle around with the contents of your bumbag til you found your, evidently dead, phone. You fumble with your charger before hurrying to the kitchen to plug it in.

“No, I haven’t. Nobody really knows about… us, or this thing going on between us, so I wouldn’t have expected them to.” He gets up from the couch and walks to stand behind you, peering over your shoulder at your phone.

“Come on, come on, turn on you stupid thing.” You repeatedly press the power button, only getting the low battery symbol in return. Your heart’s beating out of your chest with anxiety as your phone finally starts to boot up. “I’m literally an awful person. They’ve probably just about raided the whole city trying to find me.”

“Maybe not, they might still be calm and figured you just needed a night to collect yourself.”

With that, your phone comes alive, and immediately you’re overwhelmed by the buzzing of missed calls and unanswered text messages.

17 missed calls from Channie 🤞🏻❤️

11 missed calls from Leebit 🐰

20 messages from BinBin 😘

15 missed FaceTime calls from Hyune 🫶🏻🫶🏻

11 messages from Jisung 🐿️

37 messages from Sunshine ☀️

24 messages from Menace 🙃🙂

13 messages from Innie 🦊

“Oh my gosh,” you gasp. The longer you stare, the more messages flood your lock screen.

“It’s alright, don’t panic. Just give Chan a call, I’m sure they’ll understand.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs you from behind, trying to provide you comfort. “Or they’ll come around eventually, anyway,” he mumbles under his breath.

You’re quick to find Chan’s contact, and you immediately press the ‘call’ button. You put it on speaker phone, not wanting to be alone in this conversation. “You don’t have to say anything; I just feel more comfortable this way,” you explain, not wanting to unnecessarily drag Yunho into this conversation.

“Y/n! We’ve been calling you all night and looking for you everywhere! Where the heck are you? We’re coming to get you right now,” you hear Chan fidgeting with keys before he yells to Hyunjin, telling him to come to the car.

You sigh before relenting and apologizing for being so irresponsible. “I’m so sorry I worried you guys like that, just another thing I’ve messed up.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about, but we’ll talk about it more when you’re home safe. Now, where are you?” You hear the desperation in his tone. He just wants to know you’re safe.

You realize the slight predicament you’ve come to, and glance up at Yunho, but he just shrugs his shoulders at you.

“I’m, uh, at Yunho’s?” It comes out as more of a question, and you hear a squeal from the other side of the phone.

“What the heck are you doing with Yunho?” Hyunjin screeches, seemingly grabbing the phone from Chan’s grasp.

“That’s enough, Hyunjin. We’ll be right there.” He promptly hangs up, leaving you to anxiously await their arrival.

“Why Hyunjin now? Why not literally anyone else?” Yunho slightly panics, pacing around the kitchen in circles.

“What’s wrong between you and Hyunjin?” You raise an eyebrow, suddenly interested in this new information.

“We don’t really have any bad blood, per sé, or at least I don’t think we do. He’s always giving me dirty looks and I don’t really know why.”

While you wait for Chan and Hyunjin to arrive, you explain to him not to worry about Hyunjin.

You and Hyunjin have always been the closest out of all the members since the very beginning, and he quickly became extremely protective of you. You told him about some of your past traumas, and he made it his personal mission in life to never let anything bad happen to you again. This apparently entails him giving every male you’ve ever interacted with dirty looks.

Speaking about this makes you feel even guiltier knowing Hyunjin has probably been out of his mind since last night, hence why Chan wanted him to go with.

You hear a pounding on the door that breaks up your story time, and you rush over to open it, leaving Yunho hiding in the kitchen.

Chan bursts through the door, with a fiery looking Hyunjin right behind him.

Chan gathers you in his arms, holding you so tight you think all your ribs might crack. You wrap your arms around him, too, holding him with all your might.

When Hyunjin storms in, all he sees is red. “Where is he, huh?” He goes straight for the kitchen, and you tense in Chan’s arms.

“Hyunjin, he did nothing wrong. I came to him last night. Please just, take a deep breath.” You know it’s wrong to try to console him, after all, you’re the reason he’s like this in the first place.

“Why weren’t you answering our calls or messages? Did he take your phone? Did he have you trapped somewhere?” He rants, his hands clenching in tight fists.

You unintentionally gasp, thinking about how horrible this must sound to Yunho knowing he could hear every word. “Hyunjin!” You yelp, “nothing bad happened to me here! My phone was dead, and I was a crying mess all night and didn’t even look to charge it.” You exasperate, pulling away from Chan to go comfort him.

He meets you halfway, meeting you just in front of the coffee table in the living room. He puts his hands on your shoulders, closely inspecting every inch of your skin. You grab his hands and wrap them around yourself in a hug, squeezing him tightly.

“I’m fine, I promise. I’m sorry for disappearing like that. It was really dumb of me. I just needed somewhere to clear my head, and Yunho was the first person I thought of.” You rest your head on his shoulder, loving the feeling of the way he was soothingly rubbing your back.

“Why’d you come all the way here? The guys and I were right with you in the practice room; you know we’ll listen to you any day.” He pulls away slightly, enough to bring one of his hands to your cheek, wiping a stray tear away.

“Because I was scared you guys were upset with me.” You mumble, shying away from his gaze.

“What on earth made you think that? We were so worried about you all day yesterday, wondering why you weren’t acting yourself. And then when you ran off, we had no idea where to look. Had no idea what was wrong.” Chan joined the hug, pressing his face warmly into the back of your hoodie.

“I thought because I was messing up so much yesterday, you all hated me. I saw the looks everyone was giving me. You’re trying to tell me they weren’t looks of annoyance?” You question. Pulling away from them both so you could better have the conversation.

“They weren’t looks of annoyance, well, maybe Seungmin’s was, but you know how he is. They were looks of concern, we couldn’t figure out what was going through that pretty head of yours. We were not upset with you. We’re all aware everyone has bad days, you were bound to have one eventually.” Chan explains, feeling sorry that you’ve had these awful thoughts since last night.

“I’m really sorry I worried you guys. Next time I’ll talk to you before I rush to conclusions.” You give them a shy smile before, once again, you’re pulled into a hug and squished between the 2 of them.

“It’s ok, we forgive you. Now, let’s get you home before the rest of the guys drive over here themselves.” Chan grabs your hand and starts to lead you to the door, but Hyunjin stops you guys.

“I still wanna know why, of all places, you came and spent the night at Yunho’s,” he raises an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms. You hear a cough from the kitchen, and you call Yunho out to the living room to officially introduce him as your boyfriend.

“I’ll tell you two, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else.” You wait for them to give you a nod, squinting your eyes at Hyunjin until he gives in with a huff. “Yunho and I are dating.”

Yunho finally reveals himself from the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his arm. He gives them a tight-lipped smile, not entirely sure how they’re going to take it.

Their eyes get really big, surely not expecting that kind of news. “Why’d you never tell us?” Chan pouts, looking between the two of you. Hyunjin stays silent.

“Because I wasn’t sure how you guys would take it. It’s only been a couple of weeks.” Chan nods his head in understanding before stating that it’s time for you guys to head home.

You give Yunho a hug, and he kisses you on the cheek before you follow Chan out the front door.

You don’t miss, however, the way Hyunjin stays behind for a moment.

“Don’t hurt my best friend.” He says with a stoic expression on his face. He gives Yunho another once over before leaving the house, closing the door behind him.

[harrygoeswest]

Friday Night

A Friday night gig featuring London, a Lime bike, and Harry Styles as your doting date.

992 words of fluffy nothing for the lovely @harry-on-broadway’s little fic challenge. I haven’t written anything Harry-related for a while so apologies if this is trash <3

~~~

It’s officially scarf weather, you decide, as you stand outside the Roundhouse one early October evening, scarf-less.

The temperature has dropped, you’ve pulled your winter coats out of storage, and your ears get cold on your morning walk to work now. Part of you is relieved—the heat was starting to bother you, make you lethargic and tetchy. Another part hates that flu season is imminent. But…Halloween.

Pros and cons, pros and cons.

While you wait, you watch the pedestrians idle on by, and the traffic creep past in that typical Friday night crawl. Commuting anywhere is hard. Commuting in London is like suffering in the fiery pits of hell. But this is what you signed up for, and in all honesty, something about the hustle and bustle of city living settles something in you, as strange as that sounds. You’d never been stagnant, and it’s hard to reach a point like that in a place that never sits still.

With a boyfriend that never sits still.

Speaking of…

A man on a Lime bike rings his bell as he passes by, and you can’t help the roll of your eyes. You watch as he brakes to a stop in the nearest bike park, and bury your nose beneath the warmth of your coat. Your eyes track his movements as he swings his leg over, secures the bike and ends his trip on his phone, before stalking in your direction.

He’s wearing simple grey wool trousers, one of his many Mickey Mouse t-shirts, and a navy shirt over the top with his black Vans. His hair is styled in this strange faux hawk, mullet type way again, that on anyone else you would hate. But on him…?

Nope. Not at all.

You take in a deep breath, anticipating that expensive cologne he always wears, and your mouth waters when it hits your nostrils. You release your inhale on a sigh.

“I think,” you start as he halts right before you, green eyes smiling downward into yours, “at this point, it’d probably be cheaper to invest in your own bike. You know?”

He purses his lips. “I’m giving back to the community.”

You bark a laugh. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

Harry grins, then leans down to press his mouth to yours in a chaste kiss. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You match his smile and kiss him back. “No bumbag today?” You jest, peering around his waist and hips for any sign of his ‘banana’ bag.

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes, but it’s all in good fun. “Not today.”

You kiss your teeth. “Shame.”

He takes stock of you then, eyes roaming your bundled up frame. “Are you cold?”

“Just a bit.”

“Should’ve put a scarf on, baby.”

“I know,” you whimper.

“Ready for some food?” He points to the door of the restaurant attached to the venue.

“Yep.”

He saunters past you, snatching your hand up as he goes.

“Harry?”

He halts, turns back to you with a comically expectant look, and lowers himself at the waist until you’re eye-to-eye. “Yes?”

“Got the tickets?”

His expression freezes, and he does this nerve-wracking, panicky pat down of his chest, hips and backside before he relaxes, clicks a finger at you, and says, “On my phone. You can do that these days, you know?” And then pecks the tip of your nose with his lips.

You playfully whack him in the chest. “Fuck off.”

Inside, music is playing at an almost obnoxious level, only made worse by the fact that it’s one of Harry’s old songs.

You say old, because it’s just turned seven. “Aw,” you coo.

Tables upon tables are full of pre-gig goers grabbing a bite, talking loudly and boisterously. Thankfully, one of you was smart enough to book ahead, so when you speak to a host, you’re taken to one of only two free tables and handed over menus.

Dinner is spent sharing stories of your day, exchanging easy banter and casual affectionate touches. You steal food off Harry’s plate when he’s not looking, and he steals food off yours when you are looking without an ounce of shame. Once the bill is paid, you head inside the venue hand-in-hand.

You find a corner out of the way but with a good view from the balcony, and Harry glues himself to your back, arms wrapped tightly around you—taking up position for the rest of the night.

When the band starts, he bobs and sways with you in his arms, singing along to the words while his chin rests on your head. He dances more during the upbeat songs and leaves little kisses to your cheek and neck during the slower, sadder songs, but whatever his mood, he’s infectious, and you can’t help but join in.

At the end of the night you filter out into the cold October night air.

“Your place or mine?” He asks as you wander away from the crowds, his hand still clutching yours tightly.

You pretend to think about it. “Your bed is bigger.”

“That’s always your answer.”

“Then you should know better than to ask.” You give him a saccharine smile.

He pinches your cheek. “Your place is closer.”

“My place is a dump at the moment.”

“When have I ever cared?”

“You should care.”

“I really don’t, though. Mine isn’t exactly tidy either.”

You peer up at him, and he turns an indulgent smile on you.

“Fine,” he concedes. “We can go to mine, but we’re going on a bike.”

“The fuck we are. I’ll go home by myself in that case.” You start walking the opposite way, but Harry drags you back towards him with ease.

“The fuck you will.”

Then, right there in the middle of a still busy London pavement, he cups your cheeks and kisses you. And like the helpless fool you are, you let him.

“I’ll get us an Uber,” he says against your lips.

Your grin is triumphant.

~~~

Peace and love, friends :)

[miralure]

A Very Diverse Male Lookbook by Miralure

I was planning something else for 100 followers, but considering I'm so close (and Christmas is so close), consider this an early-100-followers-Christmas-gift! I know a lot of people struggle making male sims, so I've put together a starting point for different aesthetics and CC you can use to diversify your male sims! I hope you all like it, and thank you for all the support the past month!!

Please look under the cut for all CC links!

① Business Casual

Hair | Shirt and Blazer | Pants | Shoes | Rings | Glasses | Necklace

② Athleisure

Hair | Tracksuit (Top & Bottom) | Shoes | Airpods | Bumbag

③ Grunge Influence

Hair | Shirt | Pants | Shoes | Bracelet | Watch | Rings | Necklace | Glasses

�� College Cool

Hair | Varsity jacket | Pants | Jordans (Classic) | Headphones | Glasses | Backpack

⑤ Surfer Style

Hair | Shirt | Board Shorts | Flip flops | Bracelet 1 & 2 | Necklace

⑥ Skater Vibes

Hair | Shirt | Jeans | Shoes | Rings | Bracelet 1 & 2 | Headphones | Necklace

⑦ Music Maven

Hair | Jacket | Pants | Boots | Glasses | Guitar

⑧ Country Club Classic

Hair | Polo | Shorts | Shoes | Watch | Visor

Thank you so much to all CC creators for making this possible and providing amazing male CC!!

@johnnysimmer @thekunstwollen @plumbobteasociety @cloudcat @greenllamas @cmescapade @christopher067 @mmsims @rona-sims @caio-cc @nucrests @sudal-sims @madlensims @the-crypt-o-club @s-club-tbr @pralinesims @xiuminuwu @adelarsims @ddaeng-sims @gorillax3-cc @beto-ae0 @jius-sims @sugarowl @wyattssims @trillyke @thatonegreenleaf @ceeproductions @micklayne @luumia @utopya-cc @oranos + others

Special shoutout to @boomboomgaff just bc he wanted one LMAO

[valdomarx]

"So what do you say about me?" Jamie is grinning like a lunatic. "Because you talk about me a lot."

Roy grunts, and prays for a swift death.

"Do you tell Phoebe about my mad footwork skills? And my headers? Did you tell her how I've gotten so good at all that team morale and tactical stuff?"

"She's eight. She's not that interesting in the finer details of training."

"Oh." Jamie's face falls for a moment, before brightening again. "So you must tell her other stuff about me. Is it about my good looks and iconic sense of style?"

Jamie is currently wearing an obnoxious baseball cap, a flowery polyester tracksuit, and a shiny red bumbag. Roy experiences a powerful urge to smack his own head into the nearest wall.

"Definitely not that."

"Then what? Come on, you know I'm not going to let this go so you might as well tell me. What does the great Roy Kent say about me?"

"Fuck, I don't know! I just told Phoebe that you're actually kind of funny sometimes and, fuck, I think I may have used the words 'impressively dedicated', and that you're not actually as much of a knob as you seem."

Oh no. Too many words. Jamie is staring at him intently, a wrinkle between his eyebrows that means he's deep in what passes for thought if you're Jamie Tartt.

"You like me," Jamie says, like he's tripped in the mud and discovered a block of solid gold. "You do!"

"Fuck off."

"You like me," Jamie repeats. He pauses. "For, like, my personality?" His nose crinkles in what appears to be genuine bafflement.

Roy considers making a run for it, but he's slower than he used to be. Jamie would catch up easily. He sighs. "It came as a shock to me too."

"You like me." Jamie says it quietly, with something like wonder in his voice.

"Not that much."

"You like me."

"Hardly at all."

"You like me."

"Increasingly less so."

"I like you too, you know."

Jamie's stupid face is scrunched up with merriment and his eyes are sparkling, and fuck, it is with absolute horror that Roy is forced to acknowledge that seeing Jamie so happy makes him feel, urgh, genuinely good.

That's been happening a lot recently - him looking at Jamie and feeling all tingly when he smiles. Like it matters to him how Jamie is doing. Like somehow Jamie's happiness has become the most important thing in the world. Like he does in fact like him, rather a lot actually, almost as if...

Ahh, fuck.

[jamtartandsunshine]

augusnippets Day 7 * Choking* ________________________________________ In hindsight, Colin kind of can't believe none of them knew. It was particularly stupid because the entire team had taken part in multiple conversations where they sometimes lovingly and sometimes not so lovingly, made fun of the stupid little bags Jamie was always carrying around. Except turns out they weren't just stupid fashion choices. Jamie was using them to carry around a fucking Epipen that none of them knew he had. Except Roy apparently. And Ted And Beard

"Thank fuck for mandatory medical training for coaching staff." Colin sighed wearily throwing himself back down into a hard plastic hospital waiting room chair after yet another session of pacing up and down the waiting room. "Don't know what we'd have done if Roy hadn't known to go for Jamie's bag so quickly." He receives several grunts in response, but otherwise the small collective of the players selected to follow Jamie to the hospital remained silent. Colin didn’t blame them. All of them were shook up. How could they not be? After seeing what they had, seeing Jamie clutch at his throat, watching his face turn red as he struggled to take in the tiniest breath.

Colin had frozen but thankfully Roy had appeared out of nowhere, ripping the bumbag from Jamie’s shoulder and practically tearing it open to get the epipen from inside it.

Colin winced at the memory of watching Roy stab it into Jamie’s thigh. Rubbing at his own leg absentmindedly. It had seemed so rough and brutal, a massive contrast from the way Roy had held Jamie’s hand until the ambulance arrived. The coach gruffly promising “you’ll be okay you little prick” even as he ran his free hand over Jamie’s hair gently.

Colin shook his head and looked around the private waiting room they’d be secluded to.

Isaac was sat several seats away from everyone else in self appointed time out, he was appalled at himself for not knowing Jamie had a life threatening allergy. Blaming himself for not being quicker to help Jamie, which was to Colin fucking ridiculous. How could any of them help Jamie when they hadn’t even known he was allergic to nuts? Colin sat as close to Isaac as he could get with the captains self imposed exile, watching the door they'd taken Jamie through like a hawk. Ted and Beard stood a little way down the hall, talking to each other in low voices. They'd been told one person could go through with Jamie and it hadn't even been a discussion. Roy had followed the gurney without sparing any of them so much as a second look. Not that they'd thought it would be any other way, especially with the grip Jamie had on Roy's hand. Dani and Sam made up the rest of their ragtag group. Sitting huddled together on the opposite wall to Colin and Isaac "I don't understand why Jamie didn't tell us." Sam says softly, breaking the heavy silence in the private waiting room. "Maybe he was embarrassed?" Dani offers with a soft shrug. "He gets funny about things like that." "That's bullshit" Isaac growls looking up, his eyes ablaze. "Jamie knows we fucking have his back." "Except we didn't" Colin points out sadly. "We just all stood around and watched him stop breathing cause we didn't know what was happening." Ted looks over at them with a frown. "Now y'all better not be blaming yourselves for all this, ain't nobody to blame." "Except the manufactures of the nut contaminated protein bar" Beard points out. Ted points at him "That's true buckaroo" He nods before looking back to the boys "and you can bet Rebecca's legal team is going to unleash hell on those poor suckers."

They all nod and murmured their agreement before falling silent again, all of them pretending they’re not watching the door they know Jamie and Roy are somewhere behind.

[jamiesfootball]

🎃🎃🎃

This one is from the Gentler Hell series, where a young Jamie was taken under the wings of Zava and definitely wasn't brainwashed or anything. He definitely did not have his personhood slowly crushed out of him while he was molded into being the perfect football prodigy.

This snippet takes place after Zava is gone

The sound of a throat clearing behind him startled him so bad he dropped his phone on the bench.

“Shit!”

He did not squeak. It was a manly noise of concern for the state of his screen.

Isaac checked his phone and gave it a good rub with his sleeve. When he looked up, Jamie wasn’t quite looking at him, gaze fixed towards the middle distance in that unsociable, apologetic way that’s become the norm for him.

“Do you got a second?” he asked, in a tone that could mean anything from ‘sorry to bother you but could you help me change a flat tire?’ to ‘you’re off the team.’

Not that Jamie could kick him off the team. That’d be ridiculous. Sometimes it just felt like he could though, with the power of his football mind.

“Always,” Isaac assured him. “I’m the captain,” he reminded him just in case Isaac needed extra protection.

“I know,” Jamie answered quickly. He could pretend to sound less petulant about it.

Jamie’s hands tugged at the bottom of his shirt, and Isaac considered warning him about stretching it before reconsidering. It was tie-dye; it already came pre-ruined. Jamie might have expanded into real colours now – personally, Isaac liked his new bumbag he’d started bringing to training – but some colours should be left in the dark.

He was weighing whether Colin or Jamie had tested his sartorial patience more lately when Jamie cursed under his breath and pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket, thrusting it at Isaac without any warning.

Cautiously, Isaac accepted the paper. It was a cheap printout: a photo of some random celebrity, caught half in profile at some random event as cameras flashed in the background.

Isaac grunted, confused. “What’s this then?”

“You said you do hair?”

[ptiza-sinitza]

In a room full of Art - I’d still stare at You

I like old TSR items. They usually have it’s own aesthetic and could be an interesting accent in look. I choose “ Women's Art Skirt” with prints of famous artists for 4 outfits

Monet look

Hair by @praleska | blouse by @korkassims | t-shirt as acc. by @nell-le | boots by @qicc | shell bumbag by @oydis | earrings by @simsonico | rings by marigold | nails by @redheadsims-cc | parasol by @atelierlena

Klimt look

Top by @charonlee | sandals by @simsmilasmith | necklace by MURPHY | bag by @glacierbrand1 | rings by @mlsim

Kandinsky look

Top by @waekey | coat by @simsmilasmith | sandals by @idsims | earrings by @liliili-sims4

Van Gogh look

Body by @ridgeport | belt by @trillyke | sandals by @mauvemorn | headpiece by @suzuesims | hydrangea by @yakfarm

Poses by - @helgatisha @nell-le @roselipaofficial

Big thanks and love to all CC creators!

[spevvy]

Okay but this CNCO-related thing still baffles me and always will:

The video to Se Vuelve Loca (one of my favourites) starts off with the bonkers director and his Vision™ (incidentally I really want the phrase "Parachutes!!! In Dubaaaaiiiii!!!!" on a t-shirt with a picture of a zebra and a monkey wearing a tandem parachute and looking very confused), so they're all like "hey we'll do it ourselves cos this guy has some....very unique ideas that we aren't ready for"—which is 100% fair. Although frankly I still maintain that Joel has no right to look that judgmental of anyone while he's wearing a bumbag (or a fanny pack if you're not British) outside of 1992. Anyway. Not the point.

DISCLAIMER: Obviously I understand that this is a fictional scenario and not the way the meeting actually went, as much as I would love for it to have been the case. But I do love the fact that Erick very politely asking the director "have you actually heard the song?" and being told "no because it isn't important" was absolutely the dealbreaker in this scenario (not, as it turns out, the idea of parachuting in Speedos, but there GENUINELY isn't enough time in the world to fully unpack that first 45seconds or so).

HOWEVER

The self-same band, three years later, GENUINELY must have had a meeting of some sort to discuss the video to Por Amarte Así, where the director was clearly like "so I'm thinking if we film it in a forest and we stick you all up different trees and then have a martial artist practicing her moves, that'll be a great idea, trust me guys this is my vision" and everyone must've kinda gone "Sounds legit 🤷🏻‍♀️", although I'm convinced that if Erick had again asked "have you actually heard the song?" the director absolutely would have also said "no because it isn't important".

It's a pair of coexisting scenarios that will live in my brain rent free until I'm 100.

[brian-in-finance]

Video 📹 from Instagram

Karen Pirie renewed for season 2, based on Val McDermid's second book

Our favourite fearless Scottish investigator is back.

Karen Pirie has been renewed for season 2 after a hugely successful first run, which launched with 6.6 million viewers and averaged 5.9m across the series - making it one of the most watched new dramas on ITV last year.

The series, which was also in the top 10 dramas on ITVX, was adapted by Emer Kenny from Val McDermid’s hugely popular cold case novels. Now, the second season will again be based on the international bestselling books, this time adapted from A Darker Domain, the second in the Karen Pirie novel series.

The new season will see Lauren Lyle (Outlander, Vigil) return as the young and fearless Scottish investigator with a quick mouth and tenacious desire for the truth. This time round, she'll be reopening the investigation into the unsolved kidnapping of a wealthy young heiress and her baby son back in 1985.

Commissioned by ITV from World Productions, the well-known producers of Line of Duty and The Pembrokeshire Murders, this series will see Kenny (The Curse, Save Me) return to write and executive produce the three two-hour-long episodes alongside Scottish writer Gillian Roger Park (Sneakerhead, The Young Offenders).

Speaking about the news of season 2, Lyle said: “I'm thrilled that we will continue the life of our fearless young detective Karen Pirie, and of course, her bumbag. I've known for a while how well the show has gone down behind the scenes so it's been a joy to see audiences want more.

"It's a creative honour to work alongside Emer Kenny with the backbone of Val McDermid's story, season 1 was incredibly exciting building an original character we hadn't seen before. I look forward to getting the gang back together and finally being able to answer the question: ‘Please say there will be a season 2?’ with an ‘Oh yes.’"

ITV's drama commissioner Huw Kennair Jones also commented: “We're thrilled the audience loves Karen Pirie as much as we do and can't wait to get going on Val McDermid's fantastic A Darker Domain with World Productions. Returning to the world and characters that Emer so skillfully created and Lauren so brilliantly realised promises to be as exciting and fresh as season 1.”

In an exclusive interview with RadioTimes.com, Kenny previously said that she was “really keen to see what people respond to” in the first season in order to find out “what they like about” it and then “kind of roll with that after it comes out.” So, it’s safe to say we’re pleased over the news that the Fife-based detective will be returning to our screens once more.

Karen Pirie season 2 will premiere on ITV1 and ITVX, with the previous first season available to stream on ITVX now.

RadioTimes

Emer Kenny as River Wilde in ITV's Karen Pirie (Photo: ITV)

Remember… somebody hold my baby, I have work to do. — Emer Kenny, showrunner/writer, Karen Pirie

[kingkatsuki]

Hoi Jo!!!!!

I hope you are doing well!!! (If not I hope it gets better quickly!!!!!) But I have the most random question..... Are you a purse type of person, as in do you use a purse... And if yes, is it one of those handbags, over the shoulder bags, or a backpack type?? Or something else? (I personally use a backpack, I prefer it so I don't have to hold it or keep adjusting it!) And if no, then ignore this lol!!! (I was browsing Amazon just for the lols, (broke gang rise up lol), and I was looking at bags, thats what made me ask you!)

Anyways I hope you have the best Day!!! Or night or whenever you see this!!!!! 😆

Hihihi Courtney! I’m doing good! Just at work😭

I am obsessed with purses, my bf says I have too many😂

My usual bag is just a crossbody Michael Kors bag I got for super cheap in one of the outlets when I was on holiday in the US, but I only ever use backpacks when I’m going on holiday! But I can’t leave my house without a bag like I feel so naked without it, even if it’s only got like 2 things in it.

I need to get a bumbag for When we were young this year tho cause apparently you’re only allowed clear/see through bags?

But I like to think of Bakugou buying me expensive bags for my birthday or anniversaries or like matching luggage with him?!?! I’ll cry😭

[frangipansi]

It’s time to talk about Parfait Pins again.

Because LOOK at this future release!!!

Look at these babies!

Now lemme tell you, I’ve been lucky enough to see these bags before their release and they are fine as fuck!!

As stated in the image above, a limited run will be be launching at her tabling Perth’s (Aus) Hoshi convention. So if you happen to be going to Hoshi, definitely DEFINITELY hunt down her table.

- The online release will be in late May/early June.

- pricing will be $50USD.

- size: 20 x 20 x 4 cm

- can be worn as a crossbody/shoulder bag, this strap is included. But as you’ll see in one of the above pictures, the back of the bag allows it to be worn on a belt like a bumbag/fanny pack. 💕

- bag comes with one coloured insert. Additional inserts will be available in all colour ways for anyone wanting more than one insert.

💕 keep the peepers peeled!

[yt-playlists]

Comment by ORLYORLYORLYORLY on Reddit

It's also pretty fashionable to cross over slightly into the lad (eshay) look.

Gone are the days where Bumbags and TNs are exclusively worn by lads.

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