#maison stains

[domlafou]

Golden Ambrosia maison stains + Clear Glaze on B-Mix with Sand Clay.

Really digging the warmth that the maison stains bring to the white clay body.

[sheltiechicago]

Pensive by Raoul Wainwright

[arhvste]

“what are you doing?” ushijima tilted his head in confusion as you clutched one of his pressed white shirts in your hands, lipstick stains littered across the collar area. you put the shirt down and lifted up your phone screen to him to show a photo of the maison martin margiela ‘kiss’ shirt on your screen. “it was meant to be a surprise but…” you trailed off as your fiancé examined the photo.

“i’m sorry.” he apologised earnestly as he passed the device back to you. “don’t apologise!” you laughed standing up as he offered his hand to you. your lips were still stained with a bold red as you’d be reapplying the colour constantly to press firm kisses to the fabric. “the shirts nice,” he spoke as he drew circles against the skin of your arm “but i can’t help but feel a little jealous that a piece of fabric is getting more affection from you than i am.”

you laughed as ushijima offered a small smile. he sounded so serious yet you knew he was only teasing you a little. over the years you’d broken down the man’s walls to the point where he’d began to feel more than comfortable messing with you here and there. “if you’re so jealous,” you hummed, fingers looping around his tie to pull his face down to meet yours. “then i can fix that.”

you pressed kisses all over your lovers face leaving countless stains of lipstick over the surface of his jawline and around his mouth. you giggled as his grip righted around your waist further pulling you into him as you kissed everywhere but the one place you knew he was desperate for attention; his lips.

his grip stayed firm even as you pulled away to examine your work of art. “so handsome.” you complimented as your arms wrapped around his neck. ushijima frowned in dissatisfaction at the lack of lipstick marks on his lips. “what’s wrong?” you teased, fingers trailing up and down the back of his neck. “you missed somewhere.” he grunted, holding you closer than ever to his lean frame. “did i?” you played coy as ushijima removed one of his hands from your waist to cup one side of your jaw. not waiting for you to give in, he leaned in, hot breath fanning against your lips as he whispered. “you did.”

taking control of the kiss, your fiancé’s hand stayed cupped against your jaw and kept your face up in order to take the lead the way he knew you liked. his other hand gave your waist a gentle squeeze every so often as your hands tugged at his now unkempt strands of hair as he made sure you’d leave a nice mark against his lips. he pulled away leaving you breathless for a second before you could admire the new red print he’d been after since the second he’d walked in through the door. “that’s better.” his grip loosened on you a little allowing you to pull away and grab the discarded shirt you’d been working on prior to his arrival home.

“i’m going to have to reapply my lipstick now.” you whined as ushijima wiped the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. “i made it worth it though no?” he confidently smirked as you rolled your eyes. “you did.” you smiled before grabbing your lipstick again.

“give me ten more minutes and then come back into our room and act like your surprised when i show you the shirt.” you ushered him out the room as an amused smile tugged at his chiselled features. “if that’s what’ll make you happy.” he muttered as he wandered over to the dark leather couch as you shuffled back into your bedroom. “you always make me happy.” and with that you blew him a quick kiss and a wink before shutting the door to continue with your craft.

smiling softly to himself, ushijima picked up the daily paper he’d neglected this morning before leaving for the conference and flipped through the pages mindlessly. how he’d been lucky enough to end up with you was beyond him, but knowing he made you happy made him happy and he’d continue to do so for the rest of his life.

@wakatshi i totally had you in mind when i wrote this you and him were my muses today 🫶🏼

[dunksoap]

Maison talo x reader

Pt 1

Pt 2 down here ↓

Warning: smut , sexual implications, house fucks human, breeding and bondage , non con

IF YOU DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE CLICK OFF

A very nice but strange realtor had just offered to show you “the house of your dreams” , but all you really wanted to do was get your apartment, when you called they said they had some trouble and that they would have the room ready by tomorrow, against your better judgment you followed the strange realtor to his “ home “ , when you got there you were amazed by how good looking the house was , you asked if the price was going to be an issue but the realtor said he could haggle , he tried to invite you inside the home but you said no at first , he then step away looking in grimace at you , you then said “ hey wait I just wanted to see what the outside looked like before I get to see the inside” you chuckled dryly, the man then said “ oh ok am sure your love the whole place once you just - get - in- side …” , you were kind of weirded out by it but you had already said you wanted to see the outside and the man was already dragging you around like you were a lightless doll , he then showed you the outside but only a bit of it , you were unimpressed, so you took out the business card to read on it , it said “Maison Talo #1 realtor uncanny valley 555-1993, you pocketed it fast as the man came up to you , “ so do you like it are you ready to go inside “ Maison said smiling wildly, “ no sir I am not you haven’t shown me really much any of the outside” you said , maison smile turned into a frown as he walked a bit back “ ok ok miss I know you would like to see all the house but-“ something caught your eye behind him , it was a red mailbox , you hadn’t seen it before when you were walking in , completely ignoring Maison you walked over to the mailbox , Maison running weirdly to catch up , “ have you ever seen anything like it “ he said his wide smile coming back even bigger than before as he saw you stroking the hook, his mouth drooling ever so slightly , as he saw your hands go down , he almost bursted “ almost there” he said in a hushed voice “hm” you said now taking your hand off the mailbox , he looked rather unhappy when you did so , his face was flushed and red , “oh sir are you ok “ you said a bit worried , he straighten himself up and said “ yes am f-INE “ he cleared his throat , “ let’s get inside” he said eagerly , you obliged and started to walk into the house with him , when your inside he shows you the couch as you aren’t feeling that well “ oh dear … BuYeR are you feeling well ..” he says with a hint of malice in his voice , but his smile is as big as ever , the walls start to melt around you “ ugh what the hell “ “ oh what’s the matter dear buyer my guts alarming “he says smiling , you feel like your going to throw up , like the chuncha of leftover food are coming up your throat , Maison grabs you by the throat , he’s alarmingly Close yo you now , you jerk , “ egh stop what the hell” you say now a brimming with rage , “ oh dear buyer I saw the way you looked at that mailbox , oh it was so cute I want you to do that to me you so cute ….” , he said drooling, it dripped down your open blouse , “oh god no .. no stop” you say freak out to the core , “ I’ll go slow it’ll be ok buyer “ “ then after we’ll be together forever… I might even not eat you if you do a well enough job at satisfying me ..” looking down where your open blouse was , as tears stained your face you begged with your eyes for him not to continue , you felt something slimy touch you , you arched your back as he held you in place , as he started to lick and suck on your brown nipples , they start to pebble , you gasp as your turned on but you know it’s wrong you know your not supposed to feel that way about this situation, but it feels so good , you starts to kiss you and goes down and down again until he reaches your vagina , you fume with lust as you look down at his licking your clit , he keeps going down on you it felt so good , you moan as his tongue goes inside your pussy you feel as if his tongue goes to your cervix the in and out motion is to much to bear , you cum , your getting tired than you already are , almost passing out ,he comes back up…

[chicspo]

christmas gift guide ♡☃️

just some inspo and ideas on what to give or ask for this christmas! i organized it from lower to higher price xo

lip glow oil (dior) - 35$

eyeshadow palette (too faced) - 39$

backstage glow blush (dior) - 37$

glossy stain lip color (ysl) - 30$

diptyque candles - 52$

jade roller (sephora) - 20$

caudalie moisturizer - 35$

mon paris perfume (ysl) - 65$

perfumes (victoria's secret) - 20 – 80$

return to tiffany silver pendant - 225$

diptyque perfume - 112$

ralph lauren cable knit sweater - 150$

replica perfume (maison margiela) - 105$

monogram wallet (ysl) - 295$

mini uggs - 190$

double bow uggs - 230$

veja sneakers - 125$

free city sweatpants - 130$

golden goose sneakers - 300 – 400$

zadig rock bag - 350$

dolce & gabbana devotion mini bag - 595$

return to tiffany big chain - 770$

burberry buckle skirt - 300$

moncler coat - 900$

stella mccartney falabella - 760$

goyard saint louis - 1.200$

louis vuitton never full - 1.200$

[033h]

lol super late but I got tagged by @chiveburger to do my 2022 top skincare, makeup, and fragrances!! tbh I don’t try new products super often with the exception of lip products but I love to overshare so ty for tagging <3

The ordinary 100% plant derived hemi-squalane - I don’t do much for skincare these days tbh, I have dry/sensitive skin plus eczema so I pretty much just use an oil and cetaphil if I’m lazy. I recently started going through this one I bought a while ago and it’s hydrating enough without feeling as greasy as a lot of oils.

Paula’s choice lip and body balm - I tried sooo many lip balms before finding this and it’s the only one ive used for 5+ years!! I used to use the nuxe reve de miel but the scent irritated my lips. This one is scentless and equally hydrating, and the container lasts me months even though I use it every day. If they ever stopped making it I think I would cry…

Sierra bravo deodorant in white vetiver and cedarwood - ok not skincare but I love this deodorant soo much. Don’t get me wrong I hate the military vibe but I ran out of my smith deodorant and randomly found this one for $3 on sale at uo. The scent is kind of piney kind of old spice vibes but not as strong-smelling and it’s gel-like, so it doesn’t crumble or leave marks.

Skin aqua UV essence tone up sunscreen - I’ve used Japanese sunscreens for a few years bcus they don’t feel like anything on, have high spf, and they’re affordable. I used to use the biore aqua rich, in comparison this one might leave a cast if you have darker skin since it’s not as sheer, but I think the biore one contained alcohol and irritated my skin a bit.

3CE soft matte lipstick in chill move - I never really bought pink lipsticks until this year since I have an orange/yellow undertone. I love 3CE because even their cool shades are suited to warm undertones. It’s a nice mauvy pink that doesn’t make me look dead and it’s not drying for a matte.

3CE syrup layering tint in alive pink - same as the lipstick, this pink is so cute and the formula is really comfortable. It’s somewhere between a gloss and a stain but it’s not drying like a lot of stains and not as thick as a gloss. This shade isn’t super opaque but it layers nicely and leaves my lips feeling moisturized.

Canmake colorful nails n31 lovely shower - my mom and I have always been nail polish hoarders like I’m talking salon quantities of nail polish so I’ve tried a lot... this formula is really smooth and dries quickly, and the color is soo gorgeous! it’s a fine, pearlescent glitter that looks barbie pink and reflects a gold peachy color. It also does not chip! The bottle is a little small but I think I’ll actually use all of it. I found it randomly in a jbeauty shop in SF and am going to try some of the non-glitter colors soon! 

Glossier pro tip liner - pretty much the only makeup I wear consistently is eyeliner. I almost always use felt tips but this brush doesn’t split and isn’t floppy/rectangular (like the brush cap ones). It does dry out but it lasts me the same as the stila one (~4 months) and is super thin and precise, I wish they made it in brown! 

Maison margiela replica sailing day - I just started getting into fragrances this year and out of this sample set and the boy smells one, this is the only one I really liked. It’s very gender neutral and doesn’t have any oppressively perfumey/cologney heaviness to it, and no sweetness which I hate. It’s aquatic and fresh, basically just like clean salt water.

Ok thats all this was fun even tho I feel like I don’t experiment w my products much!! I tag @macadamianutmilk​ @milfmushroomforager @tierras @lovergirl @sheis and @ieg, if you want to!

[aranyafm]

            hi  ya’ll  !  i’m  (  finally  !  )  coming  to  you  live  with  khai’s  intro  !  just  to  reiterate  ,  i’m  bloom  !  i’m  twenty  five  ,  reside  in  the  eastern  tz  ,  and  i  use  both  she  /  her  and  they  /  them  .  i  won’t  talk  ya’lls  ears  off  ,  but  i  look  forward  to  plotting  with  everyone  and  getting  to  know  everyone’s  muses  !

             lalisa   manoban.     she/her.     cis   woman.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   khai   aranya   nontanakorn   ,   most   likely   listening   to   conceited   by   sza   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   six   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -doctrinaire   yet   +cosmopolitan   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   honeyed   laughter   echoing   melodiously   through   gala   venue   ,   the   sweetened   scent   of   her   perfume  lingering   behind   to   have   you   craving   more   ,   lithe   silhouette   draped   in   silk   contrasting   amongst   plush   linen   ,   and   a   lipstick   stained   kiss   left   on   your   mirror   in   lieu   of   her   phone   number   ,   followed   by   amyris   femme   by   maison   francis   kurkdjian   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   khai   nontanakoran   spotted   at   the   baccarat   hotel   with   mystery   billionaire’s   son   after   a   long   day   together   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   . 

content  warning(s)  for  abortion  /  mention  of  abortion  .

           the  gifs  of  lalisa  manoban  used  on  this  page  were  created  by  my  friend  icah  (  @fairynuit  !  )  and  i  ask  that  you  do  not  save  any  of  those  gifs  as  they’ve  been  shared  with  me  from  their  private  discord  .  i  will  not  share  the  link  to  the  gif  pack  ,  either  .

            the  start  of  khai’s  life  had  not  been  a  life  that  most  would  assume  for  the  future  socialite  .  initially  ,  it  was  only  khai  and  her  mom  ,  samorn  .  this  isn’t  to  say  that  khai  grew  up  with  a  rough  childhood—  not  by  a  long  shot  ,  but  being  raised  by  a  single  parent  is  never  easy  .  samorn  had  been  born  into  a  middle  class  family  ,  one  where  although  money  was  never  abundant  ,  they  had  enough  to  take  care  of  household  necessities  and  go  on  family  vacations  .  the  family  was  small  ,  consisting  of  her  parents  and  older  brother  ,  but  it  was  a  family  family  and  a  supportive  one  too  .  samorn  was  a  dedicated  student  and  went  on  to  attend  chiang  mai  university  ,  joining  the  faculty  of  education  .

            while  at  chiang  mai  ,  samorn  would  go  on  to  meet  khai’s  father  .  he  was  a  part  of  the  faculty  of  architecture  ,  and  was  a  fairly  popular  student  .  the  two  met  at  a  social  event  ,  and  one  would  want  to  say  that  the  rest  was  history  .  it’s  eight  months  after  they  decided  to  become  official  that  samorn  discovers  that  she’s  pregnant  .  she  takes  an  at  home  test  ,  and  initially  she  thinks  it’s  all  in  her  head  .  it’s  after  a  trip  to  the  doctor  that  confirms  the  pregnancy  ,  and  that  she  was  already  about  two  months  along  .  with  a  clear  mind  ,  samorn  knows  what  she  wants  to  do  ,  so  she  goes  to  her  boyfriend  with  the  news—  she  doesn’t  receive  the  reaction  that  she  was  hoping  for  .

           ‘  you  should  have  an  abortion  .  ’  is  the  first  thing  that  her  boyfriend  says  ,  and  it’s  not  was  samorn  wants  .  it  leads  to  arguments  ,  tense  nights  of  going  to  bed  without  speaking  to  one  another  ,  and  eventually  the  relationship  ends  .  she’s  five  months  along  when  she  makes  the  decision  to  raise  her  baby  on  her  own  ,  no  matter  the  looks  she  gets  from  her  classmates  as  her  bump  grows  bigger  .  samorn  would  see  her  ex  around  campus  ,  but  after  initially  shying  away  from  his  stare  whenever  they  crossed  paths  ,  samorn  slowly  began  to  not  care  .  her  friends  and  her  family  was  by  her  side  ,  and  that  was  all  that  mattered  .

            it’s  near  the  end  of  her  third  year  that  samorn  gives  birth  to  her  healthy  baby  girl  named  aranya  ,  whom  she  affectionately  nicknames  khai  .  she  tried  to  call  her  ex  ,  but  she’s  unsurprised  when  he  doesn’t  make  an  effort  .  samorn  finds  an  apartment  near  chiang  mai’s  campus  ,  and  goes  forth  to  raise  her  daughter  on  her  own  .  samorn  graduates  from  chiang  mai  with  her  daughter  on  her  hip  ,  and  makes  her  family  proud  when  she  lands  her  first  full - time  teaching  position  .  she  takes  care  of  herself  and  her  daughter  well  ,  but  her  life  changes  when  she  meets  arthit  nontanakorn  .

            their  meeting  is  like  something  out  of  a  fairy  tale  ,  but  not  really  ,  considering  that  arthit  is  a  terrible  driver  and  managed  to  cause  a  small  fender  bender  with  samorn  .  they  were  only  supposed  to  exchange  insurance  information  ,  but  exchanged  numbers  as  well  ,  which  led  to  the  two  eventually  going  on  a  date  .  the  only  thing  about  arthit  is  that  he’s  not  just  a  wealthy  man  who  caused  a  car  accident  ,  but  he  happens  to  be  one  of  thailand’s  most  eligible  bachelors  .  a  graduate  of  the  university  of  cambridge  ,  arthit  was  taking  a  small  break  from  school  before  heading  off  to  medical  school  .  he  hailed  from  one  of  thailand’s  most  influential  families  ,  and  it  was  surprising  to  the  local  media  that  he  had  fallen  for  a  teacher  who  was  also  a  single  parent  .

           as  arthit  and  samorn  become  more  official  ,  life  for  mother  and  daughter  seemingly  changes  overnight  .  after  their  first  year  of  dating  ,  samorn  and  khai  move  to  the  luxurious  district  of  phrom  phong  to  live  with  arthit  .  he  loves  four  year  old  khai  as  if  she’s  he’s  own  ,  and  the  relationship  between  her  mom  and  arthit  grows  more  and  more  serious  .  eventually  ,  arthit  manages  to  match  with  a  medical  school  outside  of  the  country  ,  and  decides  to  attend  the  columbia  university  vagelos  college  of  physicians  and  surgeons  .  the  couple  becomes  engaged  shortly  thereafter  ,  and  soon  makes  the  move  to  new  york  .

           with  arthit’s  background  ,  the  family  settles  into  the  upper  west  side  .  before  medical  school  starts  ,  arthit  and  samorn  marry  in  a  luxurious  ceremony  ,  and  samorn  settles  into  her  new  life  as  a  stay  at  home  mom  .  khai’s  life  is  suddenly  fueled  with  mommy  and  daughter  dates  to  afternoon  tea  ,  taking  ballet  lessons  ,  and  attending  the  best  schools  that  money  can  afford  .  when  khai  is  thirteen  ,  she  formally  asks  arthit  to  adopt  her  ,  thus  becoming  khai  aranya  nontanakorn  .  

           as  khai  grew  older  and  she  became  a  part  of  new  york’s  social  scene  ,  she  found  her  footing  in  not  so  elegant  ways  .  she  is  well  known  for  being  spotted  with  various  people  at  any  given  time  ,  often  linked  romantically  to  them  even  if  it’s  not  true  .  khai  has  no  interest  in  doing  anything  aside  from  being  a  socialite  who  happens  to  cover  magazines  sometimes  ,  the  true  definition  of  a  nepotism  baby  .  

headcanons  .

khai  is  most  canon  to  lisa  when  her  hair  is  long  and  black  with  bangs  .  she  does  dye  her  hair  ,  but  not  frequently  .  for  visual  reference  ,  click  here  .

khai’s  family  rose  to  fame  primarily  through  her  mother  being  cast  on  the  real  housewives  of  new  york  when  she  was  sixteen  .  she  wasn’t  on  the  show  very  often  aside  from  a  few  random  appearances  here  and  there  ,  but  samorn  is  a  fan  favorite  considering  her  youth  ,  ability  to  hold  her  own  ,  and  her  overall  personality  .

she  is  very  much  a  Man Hater:tm:  .  okay  ,  she  doesn’t  hate  them  per  say  ,  but  she’s  very  entitled  in  the  sense  that  she  simply  can  do  without  them  unless  they’re  doing  something  for  her  .  i  wouldn’t  put  it  past  her  to  have  a  sugar  daddy  or  two  just  for  the  hell  of  it  /  attention  .

she  enjoys  the  socialite  lifestyle  ,  especially  considering  that  she  doesn’t  really  have  a  job  .  growing  up  in  the  lap  of  luxury  meant  that  she  didn’t  need  one  ,  so  the  ‘  job  ’  of  meeting  up  with  friends  and  enjoying  her  twenties  would  never  convince  her  to  do  otherwise  .

khai  doesn’t  like  to  be  called  anything  other  than  that  .  only  her  mother  calls  her  aranya  ,  but  that  too  is  on  the  rarest  of  occasions  .  if  called  anything  aside  from  khai  ,  she  probably  won’t  answer  .

she  is  extremely  flighty  and  struggles  with  making  lasting  romantic  connections  .  i’m  sure  she’s  had  partners  in  the  past  ,  but  even  then  they  don’t  last  very  long  .  khai  is  sure  to  have  had  a  partner  that  lasted  longer  than  a  year  (  👀  )  ,  but  i’m  sure  she  caught  cold  feet  and  sadly  ended  things  without  explanation  .

[salantami]

Art Nouveau stained glass windows made by Antoine Bertin, 1900. Maison-atelier Louis Joseph Antoine Schott Quai Choiseul 6, Nancy, France.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is a delightful summer house owned by a group of friends in Spain. It was renovated in a bohemian chic style and has an eclectic mix of soft colors, antique furniture and unusual objects.

They managed to preserve the soul of the house with beautiful harmony.

Eames tables fit anywhere.

The painting isn’t the same style as the home, but it provides a great contrast.

Most of the furniture and objects were found in local markets and second-hand dealers.

The renovation was fairly minimal. They tore down a few walls, to create storage. The frames, stained glass, floors and beams are original.

Some designer furniture is mixed with more unusual and fun objects such as this deer from an old merry-go-round.

The kitchen has modern appliances and simple cabinetry with grille work doors.

Isn’t this an unusual shower? 

The bedrooms are simple and colorful.

This attic bedroom is so pretty in it’s simplicity.

Mattress pads on the rooftop.

https://www.lovely-market.fr/maison-minorque-maria-llado.html

[domlafou]

The COVID-19 trio. Shelving these at Laney College per the college’s response to curbing the spread of the coronavirus pandemic.

Golden Ambrosia maison stains on B-Mix with Grog Clay

[nepofm]

spotted      at      met      steps     ,     wearing      last      season’s      jimmy      choo     ?      i’d      leave      the      steps      in      the      next     24      hours      before      nepoupdates      catches      them     &     if      it      were      me      ,     i’d      definitely      go      back      to      the     checklist    of      golden      rules      .

yeonghwa  park  kim  mingyu

khai  aranya  nontanakorn  lalisa  manoban

kim   mingyu.     he/him.     cis   man.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   yeonghwa   park   ,   most   likely   listening   to   somebody   by   keshi   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   seven   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -bellicose   yet   +alluring   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you’ll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   a   blacked   out   motorcade   coming   to   pick   you   up   from   private   airport   tarmac  ,   never   staying   long   enough   for   you   to   learn   his   name  ,   a   perfectly   whitened   cheshire   grin   taking   over   your   features   as   you   get   what   you   want   ,   and   late   nights   and   early   mornings   in   the   city   searching   for   something   to   keep   you   going   followed   by   bitter   peach   by   tom   ford   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   finally   moving   on   ?   yeonghwa   park   uses   alleged   love   affair   to   mourn   the   end   of   his   relationship   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .   

lalisa   manoban.     she/her.     cis   woman.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   khai   aranya   nontanakorn   ,   most   likely   listening   to   conceited   by   sza   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   six   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -doctrinaire   yet   +cosmopolitan   to   anyone   who   knows �� them   .   you’ll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   honeyed   laughter   echoing   melodiously   through   gala   venue   ,   the   sweetened   scent   of   her   perfume  lingering   behind   to   have   you   craving   more   ,   lithe   silhouette   draped   in   silk   contrasting   amongst   plush   linen   ,   and   a   lipstick   stained   kiss   left   on   your   mirror   in   lieu   of   her   phone   number   ,   followed   by   amyris   femme   by   maison   francis   kurkdjian   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   khai   nontanakoran   spotted   at   the   baccarat   hotel   with   mystery   billionaire’s   son   after   a   long   day   together   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .   

[poutyniall]

Suggest some fun intersting books please

It's good if it's 18 + i mean little bit complex

Ok, if by 18+ you mean erotic books I can’t really suggest any ‘cause the only proper erotic book I’ve read is Fifty shades of gray and only because I can’t judge something based only on hearsay so... it was a waste of time and money.

For the suggestions, I read books of any kind to be honest so I’m gonna list few of the ones I really liked. I’m not sure about fun but they’re definitely interesting. Alright then, let’s start!  

First on the list, because it’s my favorite ‘Novecento’ (The Legend of 1900) by Alessandro Baricco. I practically gave it to anyone I care about. I personally have 2 copies, one in the library and one always with me in my bag. But actually everything he wrote is just beautiful, reading his books feel like he’s right there telling you the story. I don’t know how to explain the feeling, you just have to try it for yourself. 

I’ve probably already suggested it but ‘Ceci est mon sang’ (This is my blood) by Elise Thiébaut. It’s about menstruation taboo and I’ve learned so much, like have you ever noticed that there are no ingredients written on the tampon/pad’s packages? If you menstruate you’ll be pissed.

‘The maison’ by Emma Becker. It’s basically the account of the writer’s experience as a sex worker in a Berlin brothel for . I personally don't particularly like the way she delivered (?) it but still, very thought-provoking.

Both ‘Io uccido (I kill)’ by Giorgio Faletti and ‘Dear child’ by Romy Hausmann. I literally devoured these ones, I couldn’t take my eyes off.

‘Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China’ by Jung Chang. It opened a door on China’s history. It may be a slow book, at least it was for me, but it’s definitely interesting and a bit raw.

'I am legend' by Richard Matheson. The movie completely distorted it. And speaking of poorly adaptations 'The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair' by Joël Dicker. I watched the tv show. It sucks.

'The help' by Kathryn Stockett and 'The Human Stain' by Philip Roth. Especially after the black lives matter movement I've been trying to educate myself more and more, I have other books I haven't read yet but please feel free to suggest more to me to help me learn. 

'In the skin of a jihadist' by Anna Erelle, an account of a journalist’s undercover investigation of how ISIS terrorists use social media and technology to enlist young people.

'Sonderkommando Auschwitz' by Shlomo Venezia. Survivor of the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp, the book is a recollections of his memoir as one of the very few who survived the Sonderkommando corvées.

'Every day' and 'Another day' by David Levithan. It's basically the same story but each book is from the point of you view of one of the two protagonists. Beside the story itself, that's what's really interesting about these. Which basically is what Jk Rowling should have done with the Harry Potter series (I don't know what I'd give to have Draco's pov) instead of that  Cursed Child's crap.

And I’m gonna stop now ‘cause I could go on forever 

[pompadourpink]

Fluent Forever’s 625 words

Animals: chien, m (dog); chat, m (cat); poisson, m (fish); oiseau, m (bird); vache, f (cow); cochon, m (pig); souris, f (mouse); cheval, m (horse); aile, f (wing); animal, m (animal);

Transportation: train, m (train); avion, m (plane); voiture, f (car); camion, m (truck); vélo, m (bicycle); bus, m (bus); bateau, m (boat); navire, m (ship); pneu, m (tire); essence, f (gasoline); moteur, m (engine); billet, m (ticket); transports, m (transportation);

Location: ville, f (city/town); maison, f (house); appartement, m (flat); rue, f (street); route, f (road); aéroport, m (airport); gare, f (train station); pont, m (bridge); hôtel, m (hotel); restaurant, m (restaurant); ferme, f (farm); école, f (school); tribunal, m (court); bureau, m (office); salle, f (room); université, f (university); club, m (club); bar, m (bar); parc, m (park); camp, m (camp); magasin, m (store); cinéma, m (theater); bibliothèque, f (library); hôpital, m (hospital); église, f (church); marché, m (market); pays, m (country); bâtiment, m (building); sol, m (ground); espace, m (space); banque, f (bank); localisation, f (location);

Clothing: chapeau, m (hat); robe, f (dress); costume, m (suit); jupe, f (skirt); chemise, f (shirt); t-shirt, m (t-shirt); jean/pantalon, m (trousers); chaussures, f (shoes); poche, f (pocket); manteau, m (coat); tache, f (stain); vêtements, m (clothing);

Colours: rouge (red); vert-e (green), bleu-e (blue), clair-e (light); foncé-e (dark); jaune (yellow); marron (brown); rose (pink); orange (orange); noir-e (black); blanc-he (white); gris-e (grey); couleur, f (colour);

People: fils, m (son); fille, f (daughter); mère, f (mother); père, m (father); parent (parent); bébé (baby); homme, m (man); femme, f (woman); frère, m (brother); soeur, f (sister); famille, f (family); grand-père, m (grandfather); grand-mère, f (grandmother); mari, m (husband); femme/épouse, f (wife); roi, m (king); reine, f (queen); président-e (president); voisin-e (neighbour); garçon, m (boy); fille, f (girl); enfant (child); adulte (adult); humain-e (human); ami-e (friend); victime (victim); joueur/euse (player); fan/supporter (fan); foule, f (crowd); personne, f (person);

Job: professeur/enseignant-e (teacher); étudiant-e (student); avocat-e (lawyer), docteur (doctor); patient-e (patient); serveur/euse (waiter); secrétaire (secretary); prêtre, m (priest); police, f (police); armée, f (army); soldat-e (soldier); artiste (artist); auteur/trice (author); manager (manager); journaliste (reporter); acteur/trice (actor); métier/emploi, m (job);

Society: religion, f (religion); paradis, m (heaven); enfer, m (hell); mort, f (death); médecine, f (medicine); argent, m (money): dollar, m (dollar); billet, m (bill); mariage, m (marriage/wedding); équipe, f (team); race, f (race); sexe, m (sex); genre, m (gender); meurtre, m (murder); prison, f (prison); technologie, f (technology); énergie, f (energy); guerre, f (war); paix, f (peace); attaque, f (attack); élection, f (election); magazine, m (magazine); journaux, m pl (newspaper); poison, m (poison); pistolet, m/arme à feu, f (gun); sport, m (sports); course, f (sports race); exercice, m (exercise); balle, f/ballon, m (ball); jeu, m (game); prix, m (price); contrat, m (contract); médicament, m/drogue, f (drug); signe, m (sign); science, f (science); Dieu, m (God);

Art: groupe, m (band); chanson, f (song); instrument, m (instrument); musique, f (music); film, m (movie); art, m (art);

Beverages: café, m (coffee); thé, m (tea); vin, m (wine); bière, f (beer); jus, m (juice); eau, f (water); lait, m (milk); boisson, f (beverage);

Food: oeuf, m (egg); fromage, m (cheese); pain, m (bread); soupe, f (soup); gâteau, m (cake); poulet, m (chicken); porc, m (pork); boeuf, m (beef); pomme, f (apple); banane, f (banana); orange, f (orange); citron, m (lemon); maïs, m (corn); riz, m (rice); huile, f (oil); graine, f (seed); couteau, m (knife); cuillère, f (spoon); fourchette, f (fork); tasse, f (cup); petit-déjeuner, m (breakfast); déjeuner, m (lunch); dîner, m (dinner); sucre, m (sugar); sel, m (salt); bouteille, f (bottle); nourriture, f (food).

[silencethesigh]

Pickpocket

Monsieur Thenardier x Reader - SFW

"What've you got up that skirt, love?"

You feel the master of the house's gaze wandering, but his hands stay put. At least he's that much of a gentleman.

"Nothing for you," you mutter back softly with a hint of your usual humor with him, and he pretends to clutch at the open wound that is his heart.

"Mademoiselle, your words poison me," he says in an exaggerated posh accent. "No love for the maitre de maison tonight, eh?" He wiggles his eyebrows, clutching between his legs.

"Not tonight and not for a week, you dog!" the Madame's shrill voice sounds off behind him. "Just think, you're off with your pants undone while I cook and clean--!"

"You don't bloody cook, woman!" Thenardier moans, wincing as he's pulled by the ear, "And we make the girl Cofrette clean, don't we?"

"It's Cosette, you drunk bastard!"

You watch the tall ginger get dragged off by his wife, a salacious look on his face as he winks back at you, and wonder why the man has never made a real move on you. He talks a big game, always flirting with you, always making lewd comments and bragging about how he could make you scream. Yet he never does anything about it. You'd expect a man like Thenardier to feel you up any chance he got. Instead, he always kept a curiously respectful distance. Which brings you to why you were staying at the Thenardier's Royal Inn, of all places.

Due to unfortunate circumstances, you had fallen on hard times. Not much different than anyone else on this side of town, but at least you were still living, mostly hygienic and not chronically ill. You like to thank god for that every night, if god hasn't abandoned you for women with more coins in their purse. Needless to say, you had ended up dining at the local inn every night with what little money you had left. Their prices suited your poverty, so it was a good arrangement.

Ignoring the boorish man's comments, you sit down at your regular table at the back and order a slice of the regular shepherd's pie.

After finishing, you look out the grimy window into the night. Unfortunately, all the inn's rooms are filled with inebriates and hard working whores tonight, so you would have to sleep elsewhere. Gathering what little things you have, you give a small smile to the Monsieur, who is watching you leave with a funny sort of look on his face. Strangely sober.

Shrugging it off, you head outside to find yourself a place to sleep.

You feel hands on your back. As you turn around quickly, the hands slide downward, to grab at your ass. You try to scream, but threadbare gloves that smell of the sewer stifle your open mouth. You manage to muster up the willpower to bite through the disgusting garments, and get a quick shout of, "Help!" out before you feel a kick to the back of your knee.

You stumble to the cobble street, the slime of the day's dirt and rain staining the last of your pride. The hands are on you again, searching. They finally reach your coin purse, and stand up to make off with it. You try to grab him, and there's a struggle. It all ends with the sound of cracking, and the thief is on the ground.

You look up from your knees to see Thenardier himself, shaking his fist and swearing under his breath at the pain. He finally remembers what he's there to do, and offers you his hand. You look up into earnest brown eyes-- nothing like the ones he had shown you before while flirting with you. You take his hand, expecting him to lay the charm on thick now. Something for something; everything has got a little price. As you envision all the sticky kisses he would be sucking your knuckles with in a moment, you almost wish he hadn't saved you from being robbed.

Suddenly, your hand is free. Thenardier has turned around, head down. "You're alright then, yeah?" he mutters. You frown. Is he bashful about all this?

"Yes," you whisper.

"Right," he nods, shuffling off back inside.

"Wait!" you run after him, and he tenses when you put a hand on his arm. You slowly realize that him helping you up from your undignified position on the ground was the first time he had touched you. All the times he had acted like a pig, propositioned you, been overtly unfaithful in intentions toward you... what did it mean? He turns back around, a gentle, almost melancholy smile on his lips.

"Sometimes the song and dance is better than the man, yeah?" he mutters, fixing his hat back atop his head. "Everybody loves the landlord."

"And what about the man?" you ask. He straightens his ratty coat out and flashes a sleazy smile.

"The man don't get the bread, love." He pauses. "Wait a tick." He walks over to the unconscious thief's body, and plucks something from his coat. It's your coin purse. He pockets it, and you clear your throat.

"Monsieur?"

"Wha?" he asks, turning on his heel. You open the palm of your hand.

"You're forgetting something. That belongs to me." He gives a dopey smile, apology in his eyes.

"Right, right. Sorry, love. Sorry." He plops it in your hand, and takes your hand between his, shaking the purse. "Sounds to me like you have enough to stay the night with us."

"But you don't have any r--"

He gestures to the man on the ground. "Shush shush. One just opened." A smile grows on your lips, and the so called scum of Paris takes your hand, leading you back inside.

[pixieungerstories]

Quarantine -3

It would have been nice to have something other than the word of a shadow to go on.  I stared at the ceiling.  I wished I had a cat or a dog or - hell - a pet hamster.  Some other living thing in the house.  I had no idea what Nick was but I wasn’t entirely sure he counted as a living thing.

“Humans who don’t sleep start to hallucinate,”  I muttered to myself.  Maybe if I actually got some shut eye, I would wake up and this would all be a dream.  “Fuck it.”  I got undressed and crawled under the covers.  I settled under the covers, then realized I was facing the closet, so I rolled over.  Having the door in my blind spot wasn’t necessarily better.

“Nick?”  I wasn’t really expecting an answer.  “Can you move the bed to another room?”

“I can.  I don’t want to.  I like having you where I can see you.”

I nodded.  “I’ll go sit in the kitchen until dawn.”

“Go! To! Sleep!”

I jumped then started to shake.  “Yelling at me isn’t going to help me sleep,” I muttered.

The bedroom door slammed shut.  Rattling the door knob and pulling as hard as I could didn’t make it budge.  “Please don’t do this,” I whimpered, then I screamed as something brushed my face.

The door opened suddenly enough that I unbalanced and fell on my ass, but a moment later I was running down the stairs and out the front door.  I was at the gate before I knew what I was doing.

The cops were still right there.

“You need to go back inside ma’am!” the closest one called.  After that they were all looking at me.  

I paced for a moment, uncomfortably aware how odd I was behaving.  I needed to get out of here.  I needed a smoke.  I needed to stop acting weird before they decided I had killed my neighbours.

Oh god.  I was trapped in a house with a creature that probably killed the looters.

I didn’t want to face the idea that Nick was a killer.

“Ma’am!  Go inside!”

“I saw what happened on the news,” I explained.  “It’s giving me nightmares and I’ve been stuck in that house for more than a month.  I wasn’t expecting to be quarantined in a construction site.”

“Be that as it may, you need to go back inside,” the patrolman called.

“I’m more than six feet away from you.  Can’t I just stay out here near some other people and the street lights? Please?”

“You aren’t exactly dressed for the weather,” he pointed out.  

I crossed my arms over my chest as I realized I was standing on my lawn in my night dress.  I should go in and at least get my robe.  It was in the room with Nick’s closet.

I thought about just confessing to something so that I could go with them.  Prison wouldn’t have Nick.  Maybe I just needed a hospital.  No.  That was a death sentence these days.

He was driving me off.  He had flat out told me that he was good at that.

“Are you alright, ma’am?”

“No!” I snapped.  “I’m scared.”

He gave me a pitying look but still insisted, “You need to go inside now.  You will be safe in your house.”

I snorted, and swatted at the bugs that had found me.

“Go inside,” he said gently.  “The last thing you need is to catch something from the mosquitos.”

I nodded slowly and headed back in to sit in the kitchen.  Maybe he would let me make a pot of coffee.  When I got inside the lights in the kitchen was on and the bed was set up on the main floor.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome.  This is temporary.  You will sleep upstairs when the walls are repaired.

The next morning I got a phone call ordering me out into the garden as a forklift delivered a load of drywall.  It was left in the middle of the floor next to my bed.  I looked at it.   Nick’s voice was too close to my ear, “Someone will come hang in tomorrow.”

“How did you pay for this?”

“You have an excellent credit rating and you aren’t spending much of your money.”

“Great.  Did they say how long it would take?”

There was no answer to that.

“I guess drywallers wear masks all the time anyway,”  I mused.   “At least there will be some other people around.”

“Yes.”

I didn’t have walls the next day.  In fact things were worse as the last of the lath and plaster was taken down.  They found hundreds of razor blades in the wall in the bathroom.  The construction guys assured me that it was normal to find all kinds of weird things in the walls of old houses, but they still looked uncomfortable that it was razor blades and that some of them were more bloody than you would expect from a mere shaving accident.  I spent the night picking them up with tweezers and dropping them into a jar for safe disposal.  Nick didn’t say a word and the lights stayed on that night.

One half the team turned up the next day.  No one commented on why that was.

I ordered a hammock and a grill for the backyard.  I got the hammock but someone had changed the grill to a chiminea when I wasn’t looking.  It was nice, but I couldn’t cook on it.  My order had also been edited to include a bunch of bug repellant candles and some sunscreen.  I tried to figure out if that was something a shadow creature would actually do or was this another sign that I was losing my mind.

Either way, I worked on the concrete table out back at the very limit of the wifi during the day and concentrated on fixing up the yard after official work hours.

One of the drywallers sold me a patio umbrella.

I also got the lecture that just because the walls were up didn’t mean that it was safe to use the shower.  

“You still have to get a membrane installed and your tiles up and sealed,” the guy explained.

I nodded, “You don’t happen to know a tile guy that is still working?”

He frowned, “I’ll ask around.  Do you have tiles yet?”

“No,” I admitted.

“That might be the hard part.  You can still find a few guys willing to come out, but all the factories are shut down.”

“Shit.”

He gave me a look of sympathy.  “Yeah.  There are stories of people doing penny walls or using their grandma’s china to tile just so they have a working bathroom.”

“I don’t have either of those things,” I said sadly.

He nodded, “I’ll ask around.  It isn’t a big project and people might have some leftovers.”

Given how protective Nick was of the house I should have expected his warning.    I was still unimpressed to see “no ugly tile” written on the drywall in the morning.  Still, he could have used the last of my lipstick and instead had found a pencil somewhere.  I tried to ignore it as I brushed my teeth.  I didn’t even have a mirror over the sink.  Grumbling around the toothbrush I realized, “Fuck.  I’m the only person who could buy a haunted house where the ghost had been watching too much HGTV.”

That earned me a creepy house shaking laugh and proof that he hadn’t just left.

“It’s your fault,” he purred in my ear.  “You are the one who fell asleep all those nights with decorating shows playing on repeat on your computer.”

I sighed. “Yeah, it was,” I agreed sadly.  “If I hadn’t would you be haunting me right now?”

“If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have seen the value in what you are doing and I wouldn’t have spent a week keeping you alive when you got sick.  Perhaps you would have been haunting me.”

I frowned, “I wasn’t sick for a week!  It was only a couple of days!”

“You should check your calendar.  It was a couple of days of you being sick and a week of me forcing you to breathe.”

“There is no way I lost a week without noticing!”

He didn’t say anything.  When I checked my calendar there were nearly two weeks missing.  I told myself it didn’t mean anything.  Nick used my computer, he could have just deleted the information.  I could just call work or Penny or someone and ask how long I was away for.

I kind of didn’t want to.  What if he was telling the truth?

I took my coffee and toast and ate breakfast outside, once again wishing for a cigarette.  Nick had never left the house, as far as I knew, and I didn’t want to talk to him just then.  This was ridiculous!  Shadow monsters didn’t … do that!  They didn’t … exist.  I was just …  this wasn’t happening!

I was out of coffee and the coldness of the concrete bench was soaking through my night shirt and into my ass.  I had left the folded towel I used as a cushion inside overnight so it wouldn’t get damp.  Now I was cold and damp instead.  Fuck.

When I made it back to the kitchen, my laptop was open and had apparently been searching for bathroom tiles.  ‘Fine.  Whatever.  Pick something nice that I can afford.”

I don’t know what I was expecting him to do, but contacting a local stained glass artist wasn’t it.  I really wasn’t expecting her to check if it was OK if my boyfriend picked out the design since it was my credit card that was paying for it.

I was afraid to ask, but I had to know, “What did he pick?”

Nancy cleared her throat, “Well, originally he wanted a reproduction of a stained glass window from Maison Schott in France.  But when we talked about how complicated it would be for a tiler to install that, he settled on a simpler rose on trellis pattern.”

  I set down the phone to close my eyes and scrub my face.  “Do you like what he picked out?”  She seemed a little taken aback by the question.  “Yes?  It’s a little modern for your age of house, but it’s a nice piece and will be easy to install.  It mostly uses different textured white glass, so it would be in keeping with a white bathroom. I can have it ready next week.  I’m not exactly over run with work right now.”  She paused before she added, “I’ll send you some sketches and if there is anything you need changed, just let me know.  I could really use the income, to be honest.”

“Yeah.  I understand that.  I guess I’m just doing my part to keep the economy running.”

“I really appreciate that.   The whole ‘buy local’ movement ended when we weren’t allowed to leave our houses,”  Nancy pointed out.

“Ok.  Send me the sketches and the quote and I’ll get back to you in the next couple of days.”

I lay in bed that night and looked at the newly drywalled dining room ceiling.  “What are you doing, Nick?”

“Making a home for you,” he whispered.

“Can I even afford this?  You don’t have a secret money vault hidden in the walls with the razor blades, do you?”

There was a long moment of silence, then he whispered, “You could sell the wine instead of drinking it.”

I froze.  “Just because it’s old doesn’t mean that it’s valuable,” I pointed out.

Something caressed my calf as he purred his reply, “But it is.”

I closed my eyes and let my body melt into the mattress.   My breath caught in my throat as the touch moved up my leg.  As soon as I made the noise, the contact vanished.  I groaned.

“What are you doing?”

“Breaking the rules,” he grumbled from across the room.

I needed to know, “Why were there razor blades in the walls?”

“There was a slot in the back of the medicine cabinet for used razor blades to be dropped between the wall boards so that they were safe and wouldn’t hurt anyone in the trash.  That was perfectly normal at one point in history,” he explained.

I considered this, “Why were there bloody razor blades in the walls?”

He didn’t answer that one.  “Why haven’t you used your little toy since I cleaned it for you?”

Now it was my turn to be silent.

“You liked that toy,” he prompted.  “I liked watching you enjoy yourself.  Good for everyone.”

“That’s really creepy.  Can’t you just watch porn like a normal person?”

“Porn isn’t as satisfying,” he replied.  Then he added, “For either of us.  And I am not a normal person.”

“I noticed.”

“Would we have fucked by now if I was?”  he just sounded curious.  The vocal leer from a moment ago was gone.

“I would have had you arrested by now if you were.”

The low chuckle rumbled through the house at that.  I closed my eyes and he stroked my face.  “Let me watch,” he purred.  “I can feel how badly you want.”

That made my eyes snap open.  “What?”

“I can taste your fear, but also your pleasure.  I enjoyed watching you cum in a way that humans can not understand.  And I am very aware of your frustration.”

“What happens to my soul if a shadow … creature watches me play with myself?”

“It gets to live in a house with a happier guardian?” he suggested.

“A guardian?  Is that what you are?”

“Guardian sounds better than monster or eldritch god but that’s just semantics.”

“I’m pretty sure there is a difference,” I pointed out.

“Perhaps the difference is what I’m doing at the time.  And right now, I am guarding this house, taking care of you and hoping you will take care of yourself.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” I joked.   “I’m too damn tired!”  I thought for a moment, “I need more rules, Nick.”

“Like what?” he asked in a breathy hissing rasp that sounded pretty much like how I imagined a death rattle would sound.

“Well, there’s that,” I pointed out.  “Now I’m scared and I can’t see you so this is going to be another night of sitting up until I fall down.”

“You need to rest,” he murmured in a more normal voice for him.   It wasn’t human sounding, but it wasn’t deliberately scary.

I had already set up and was fumbling for a light switch. I shrieked when he caught my hand.  “Ugh! Look, either I get to sleep or you get to scare me, but you have to pick one.  And I can’t see when you are going to touch me, so it’s scary every time.  That’s why I asked you not to.  But if you can’t do that, can you at least tell me when it’s coming?”

“Would that really make it better if you knew I was going to lick my way up your back?”

“It would if I knew you would listen when I tell you not to.  This is about trust, Nick.  I don’t trust you.  I am already very aware of how vulnerable I am here.  You could easily lock me in the basement and wait for me to starve to death.  You could smother me with my pillow.  Hell, you could slice open an artery and hide the razor blade in the walls.”  I stopped abruptly, wondering if I was just giving him ideas.  “I can’t stop you and I can’t leave and I can’t trust you not to lock me in the bedroom because you think that will help me sleep.”  He let go of my hand.  I turned on the light and looked around the empty house.  “My head hurts and I don’t want to be afraid any more.”

“I have never done anything to hurt you, but I can see how I have done things that are frightening.”  It sounded like a whisper on the very edge of hearing.  “Turn out the light, lay down and I will rub your back until you can sleep.  I will do my very best not to be scary.”

I turned on my laptop as a source of light and sound before I turned off the light switch.  “I can’t believe I am saying this, but if you want this to be less scary for me, find me a nightlight.  I haven’t needed one since I was ten, but, congratulations, I do now.”

I felt the bed dip.  It didn’t always do that.  “I’m going to rub your back now,” he whispered. “You can tell me to stop.”

“Ok,” I acknowledge.

It wasn’t a massage; it was more like a person petting a cat.  He started at the top of my head and stroked back to my waist, then stopped and started again.  It was vaguely soothing and I was really exhausted by then.  At some point in the night I woke to see a huge black shape hunched over my keyboard.

In the morning I had emails confirming my order of six cartoon animal night lights from IKEA and one from an auction house saying they would be happy to broker the sale of my wine and that they would send an expert to confirm its authenticity.  

I wondered how you forge wine.

[livethroughtthis]

Thanks to @elfmommy for tagging me this is so cute .｡*♡

Your watchlist for this f/w: I would love to see the taste of cherry by Abbas Kiarostami

Choose one genre to embody this f/w (or mix them up):

gothic; virginal maiden emerging from foggy castle ruins, red roses lying over graves, romantic poetry echoing on the walls of a church, crucifix lying on pools of blood, desolate and bare moors, love-letters on fire, white frilled shirts fragrant with wine and oud, pocket sized bible on your garter.

film-noir; smoke trailing up to the moon, an abandoned glass of scotch, damp heels lying on rain puddles, perfect eyeliner, pearl bracelets over black velvet gloves, black trench-coats with one loose button, notes written on napkins, broken perfume bottles diffusing an aroma of jasmine.  

kitchen-sink; lust infused dreams about strangers, muddy wedding dresses, leather gloves,  eyeliner smudged with tears, wool stockings under rain boots stacked with fallen leaves, oversized blazers carrying copies of Kafka in their pockets, unused red lipstick in front of bathroom mirrors.

wyrd britain; white cotton night-gowns with blood stains, lively willow trees in the middle of a rotting garden, red ribbons on bare earth, embroidered corsets over dirty white blouses, an abandoned broken music box by the road, muddy red pointe-shoes, mysterious chanting inviting you into the woods. 

Art pieces that are in the same aesthetic line with your f/w aspirations:

Ron Hicks - kisses and coffe

Psyche entering Cupid's garden & psyche opening the box - John William Waterhouse

A quote(or more) that helps you through the colder months of the year:

What's your go to alcoholic beverage for some heat under your skin ? I don't really drink except from like some occasions so I would say a herbal tea or caffelatte in the morning

Which palace/chateau/Castle/maison would you like to dance in your dream ? The house I built with the one I love literally I'm here dreaming of an apartment which is a bit of an F but one filled with love yk a place where you are not alone

If you had to die and turn into a ghost this year what would be your outfit for forever hunting ?

And I tag @theblondesoffantasies @cocainejuul @lajthitje @rillkeanheart if you guys want to ♡♡ and whoever sees this and wants to do it