#robby's journal

[fancyschmancyopinions]

MARGOT ROBBIE at the 2024 Vanity Fair Academy Awards After Party on March 10th 2024 wearing MULGER

After a more understated look for the main event (which I thought was absolutely beautiful), Margot went all out for the after party.

First, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her in gold. It’s a great color on her, and it really made her glow. I loved the golden bodysuit, which really was so beautiful. The darker jacket worn hanging really allowed the look to feel appropriate for the event. It was such a bold and stunning look. It was so exciting to see her continue to branch out with her style post Chanel contract.

[lizzieicecreamqueen]

Today, right now, after owning the journal 3 for God knows how long, I finally finished reading it! I've been owning it since like 2018 but I only finished reading it today, 6 years later 😭 So, when I got it I started reading it but I had other things to do so I was slow and I was stuck on the unicorns pages (the one that Mabel wrote). Then, in 2020 I lost it while remodeling my bedroom and forgot about it. In 2022 I found it but I was going through the lowest point of my life and decided it wasn't time to read it since I didn't thought I was gonna be capable of read it, basically cause I've always loved Gravity Falls and ir had always meaned a lot to me. I was always considered a "weird kid" and had to hide my personality from people at my class so this show was really fascinating. I was scared that by reading it I would break down. So I kept it on my shelf and promised myself to read it when I got mentally stable. And this year, I finally started to get myself back so I knew I should read it and finish it. I started on reading it this September, from the start. And today, October 22, I did it!!! And I'm crying so much. That last page really meant so much to me. And I know that this js just a little silly tv show, but, I'm still 14 after all. And this show has been a really important part of me since I was like 5. I have such a great memories of spending summer afternoons watching the episodes that aired on the TV, watching the summerween episode on Halloween and creating my own theories. I've been through many up and downs through my not so long years of living but this show has always sticked to me and made me realize that being weird is great. The journal was truly great, getting to know about the creatures and characters more in depth was fantastic! And while reading it I unlocked so many memories ♡

Ive been also translating the codes on it. I know you can probably find it all online but doing it my own feels cool and it's also really entertaining! Might sound weird but I feel like it has helped me to reconnect with a part of myself that I thought was lost. I feel more like myself again.

[rexscanonwife]

Well last night I watched the SECOND Lazytown stageplay for the first time, the official introduction of Robbie Rotten as a concept and I gotta say he slays IMMENSELY

Like this guy is SERVING! Every second he's onscreen is a delight and he's onscreen for MOST of it 😂 another thing I wanna talk about OFC is Sportacus...he's not in it very much, like I'd wager less than 10 minutes of the actual play??

This guy, who in my mind is the predecessor to TV Sportacus, his daddy!! My partner told me that the fandom wasn't very fond of this version bcs he was too 'serious' but he wasn't IN the play enough for me to gage that and when he WAS onscreen he still had a goofy side to him and a kindness and understanding that I associate with Sportacus nowadays 🥺💖💖💖 overall 10/10 viewing experience

[reluctantscribe]

I just spent the past week and a half (maybe less if I’m being completely honest…) binge-watching all of, “Gravity Falls,” and I just want to say: Thank you to Alex Hirsch. And to the cast and crew and to the fans on Tumblr, who piqued my interest again. Thank you.

I have an interesting relationship with this show. I saw the premiere when it aired, and then when it premiered again, I saw the second episode. And we didn’t have cable all the time growing up. So I missed a lot of it after that— but we caught an episode here and there. I’ve always really loved this show. And the mystery presented throughout. And it may have taken me a long while to finally sit down and watch the show and seek out the answers to the mysteries of Gravity Falls… but I did it. And I enjoyed every second of it.

Thank you to the fans of this show for being lowkey as hell and not spoiling it for me (could have been dumb luck on my part though.)

And again, Alex Hirsch, thank you. For making me laugh. For making me cry. For creating these characters and this little town. I plan to do a rewatch every summer. It’s a perfect little show. And I loved it so much. Gravity Falls… see ya next summer. 🌲💫❤️

[fidjiefidjie]

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Créateur: Robbie Shilstone

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[margoterobbiesource]

Margot Robbie

The Wall Street Journal

[vodnoebalo]

Maya Hawke in Prada by Melanie + Ramon & Robbie Spencer for Document Journal Spring-Summer 2024

[albertayebisackey]

"Barbie is more than just a doll; she's a cultural icon." - Ruth Handler (co-founder of Mattel)

[lost-in-fictionn]

They really woke that day and chose violence. Queen shit at its best 💅

[theinconvenientlifestyle]

William Dalrymple

@DalrympleWill

Just to put this out there with clarity: Robbie Gibb, who is responsible for turning the disgraced JC into a right-wing Pro-Netanyahu propaganda rag, is one of five people - including the Director General - on the @BBCNews editorial guidelines and standards committee. It's on the BBC website.

Minutes of the last meeting show they discussed complaints about Israel/Gaza. Quite apart from the fact he is not remotely impartial on the Middle East, how can the major shareholder of a paper with such poor journalistic standards and such extreme hawkish bias have a role over the BBC's?

Robbie Gibb gets to censor the BBC's Middle East coverage. He needs to resign today.

16 September 2024

[luckyysweetheart]

[fancyschmancyopinions]

MARGOT ROBBIE at the 2024 BAFTA Film Awards on February 18th 2024 wearing ARMANI PRIVÉ

[pinkiepiebones]

Here's... something?

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Cleaning the apartment- his! His apartment- was nothing short of therapeutic. 

It was a different sort of cleaning than what he had grown so accustomed to. This time he wasn't stooped over a rusted basin with an improvised washboard, hands and shoulders aching, trying to get blood out of silk or cashmere or whatever the fuck his boss had worn to dinner. Today he was scrubbing down dusty countertops with something lemon-scented. He was wiping grime off windows and cupboard doors. He purchased something called a Swiffer, which was really just a sort of mechanical mop, but it made quick work of the linoleum in his kitchenette and the slightly off-center tiles in the little washroom. He wiped down the walls and faucets and scoured the tub. He installed a new lightbulb in the little ceiling fixture and it shined brightly on the newly cleaned room. It was damn near sparkling in there, and it smelled like a spring meadow.

Robert was tired by the time he finished hanging the brand-new shower curtain. It was pale blue and dotted with a rainbow assortment of flower drawings. It still bore the fold creases from being confined in a plastic sleeve for so long. He stood back in the doorway to admire his work. It was the first time in a long time that anything he did brought a smile to his face. 

He shuffled back to his bed and grabbed a shopping bag a little overstuffed with towels and toiletries. He hadn't been sure what sort of soaps or shampoos to buy for his skin and hair types- there were too fucking many options to choose from- but a very nice lady saw his near-panic in the Health and Beauty section of the local store and helped him make some choices.

Robert gave the tub knobs some twists and the pipes rattled and cold water shot out of the spout. He smiled a little, thankful he hadn't gone with his first idea of stripping and stepping in before checking the water. He held his hand under the stream, flexing his long aching fingers, feeling the warmth start to flow in. He fiddled with the knobs until he found the one that switched the water to the showerhead. Why were there extra knobs, anyway?

Robert stripped and stepped under the spray. Oh, this was nice. So much better than collecting rainwater from a crack in a ceiling or melting snow over a dying fire or jumping fully clothed in a pool- mostly to get the blood and candle wax and glitter off his suit- while his boss went on a blood-sucking bender in the adjacent cult mansion. That cult had a wonderful pool. He remembered hearing music under the water.

Now, there was no music except his laughter. It wasn't a humoured laugh, it was a broken, sobbing sort of laugh, one of pain long pushed aside finally spilling away to relief and peace and disbelief. He gasped and chuckled and felt silly for wanting to wipe away his tears but he fumbled with the curtain and reached for the shopping bag on the floor. Water snaked down his arm and his fingers left little pools on the floor. Oh, well. Robert grabbed a washcloth and rubbed at his face, then realised the full futility of the situation and found the soap and shampoo at the bottom of the bag. A sizable puddle was forming on the tile and he made a mental note to invest in bathroom rugs next.

He scrubbed at his pale skin until it was pink. He briefly thought of all the blood that he'd washed off over the decades and, quietly, he declared aloud, "nope, this is a happy place. I'm not going down that thought path now."

He had become somewhat accustomed to the feel and the smell of his former occupation; it was an odd sensation to suddenly be mindful of how his skin and hair felt. Robert pictured himself as having been in some sort of gore-knitted cocoon for a century. Now, he was breaking out and finding his wings. Or something like that.

Following the directions on the shampoo bottle, Robert lathered, rinsed, and repeated. There was no edict declaring further repetition but he was tempted to because damn it felt good to have his own blunt nails gently scraping his scalp and not pointed claws digging in... 

He rinsed and let his hair fall down over his face and he snickered at how long it was, once the tangles had been worked out. Maybe I need to invest in some hair ties, or scissors. 

Robert shut off the water and squeezed the excess water out of his hair and pulled at the shower curtain- christ, these things like to stick to skin- and stepped, less than gracefully, out of the tub and groped for the shopping bag. He unfurled a brand-new towel, salmon pink, and dried his body, ruffled his hair, and tied the towel about his slender waist. Forgot to buy a robe. Oh, well. God knows I'll be buying more in the coming days...

He wanders out into his apartment, avoiding the lone mirror that came with the place, and collapsed on his bed that was still needing a matching sheet and pillowcase set. He stared at the ceiling. He breathed and listened to the sounds beyond his walls- street noise. Crickets. Murmurs from the floor above. That was it. No voice in his head.

Robert smiled.

Eventually he stood and returned to the bathroom, mopped up the water puddles, hung up his towel, and fetched brand-new bedclothes from the shopping bag.

When was the last time I slept in something besides my suit...

The bedclothes were soft and maybe too warm for the early summer, and the mint green looked nearly bluish next to his pale skin, but he was happy.

Happy.

So that's what that bubbly feeling was.

Robert slept and dreamed.

[rexscanonwife]

Another little treat for today, a commission I got a little while ago by my dear friend @hotrodharts that I never posted!! 🥺🥺💖🫶💖🫶💖🫶💖🫶💖 I STILL LOVE IT SO MUCH ROBBIE THANK YOU SO MUCH!! TROLLS YURI FOREVER

[etheral-moon]

Me journaling the most heart wrenching horrrendous stuff in my girliest cuntiest diary

[fidjiefidjie]

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Une illustration 🖍🖌 de © Robbie Shilstone

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