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JAZ SINCLAIR at the 2024 Gotham TV Awards on June 4th 2024 wearing SILVIA TCHERASSI
#jaz sinclair#silvia tcherassi#marie moreau#gen v prime#glam#gen v amazon#gen v#fashion#actress#gorgeous#fashion journalism#femaledaily#celebrity fashion#stunner babe#celebrity style#fancyschmancy#red carpet fashion#hot celebs#beauty#makeup#red carpet#style#beautiful#pretty#red carpet looks#red carpet dress#celebs#celebrities#celebrity#stunning
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Needle felted a new updated Silvia!
Based her body off my Ruggie plush and face off TWEWY plushes. Tried to structure it in a way that it mimicked a sewn plush
#silvia punyawong#original character#finished this the same time haze was working on that dtiys so happy late birthday celebration to her LOL#needle felting
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Idk if you're a big percy jackson fan but i bet you'd love the show even if you haven't read the books
One of the leads is played by a desi kid, Aryan Simhadri. Hes an amazing actor, the characterization of everyone is like phenomenal
I LOVE THE BOOKS but I haven’t watched the show yet 😔 we don’t have Disney plus atm
we’re probably going to get it soon and IM SO EXCITED TO SEE MY POOKIE ARYAN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 🥰🥰
Thx for reminding me about him because I LOVE HIM
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Silvia Abascal - She Actress announced the news of her pregnancy while attending the Vitoria Festival
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#royal#news#style#queen silvia#ukraine#volodymyr zelenskyy#sweden#world news#celebrity news#politics#geopolitics#breaking news#fashion#royalty#olena zelenska
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Thank you for 200 downloads! It means the world to us that you’ve continued to tune in to Akira’s journey! To celebrate, we will be opening an ask box on our Instagram and Tumblr for Silvia, which will be open through Wednesday. We hope you enjoy asking her your questions!
#thankyou#celebration#gwcst#art#podcast#originalpodcast#fictionalpodcast#fantasy#supernatural#audiodrama#silvia#xelgog
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Silvia Abascal (wearing Zuhair Murad) at the 2023 Goya Awards on Sunday (12th February) held in Seville, Spain.
#Silvia Abascal#2023 Goya Awards#37th Goya Awards#appearance#appearances#event#outfit#Zuhair Murad#Tiffany & Co.#celebrity style#celebrity fashion#celeb style#celeb fashion#red carpet style#red carpet fashion#fashion#style#stylish
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April and Andy are just gonna casually get married?!
#tbh tho that would be a great way to do a wedding#no big fuss just a simple celebration at home with friends#silvia watches parks and rec
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watching Lovely Runner to check out the hype. 6 episodes completed, I have mixed feelings. (Don't read my thoughts if that's just going to make you upset. Not everyone is going to feel the same way about the dramas you love. My thoughts can't affect your love for the material. ❤) SPOILERS.
I really enjoy all the moments where she is an old soul and bemused at high school life. And her relationship with her mom.
I'm clearly not the target audience because FL being a hardcore super-fan of the kpop star ML in the future timeline is making it impossible to ship them. Like, his teen crush is sincerely adorkable but I keep waiting for a line to drawn where she stops seeing him as the idol and likes him as a regular ass person -- and I'm not feeling it yet as of episode 6. To accept this stan love premise, I think I'd need to see her stop liking him (un-stan) and then watch the process of her falling in love for real.
I like her and ML's characters but in all honesty, I've developed SML syndrome. (I enjoy how she talks shit to SML and they have these delightfully frank conversations with no pretence. I like the contrast in how she's been changing him without trying, in the background of her trying so hard to fix her idol.)
I know from Tumblr that this is actually a serial killer villain and the ML didn't end his own life after all. And being 6 episodes into the drama, I definitely wish that wasn't the case. I feel like it would be much more profound (to me!! just as a personal preference) if truly the only person the ML has to be saved from is himself. It would just be a beautiful mirror for me of how he changed her life. Giving back to him, full circle.
And there's really just SOMETHING that hits for me in the idea of the impossibility of just "fixing" a couple life events to cure depression - the idea of her changing history again & again and it not saving him, because depression isn't just about outer circumstances but what a person is experiencing inside. Her having to come to terms that demanding he be happy and care for himself isn't the solution. (People with depression are so often told to just try harder to be happy and think happy thoughts).
I fully understand this is NOT the story the writer wants to tell and the story the writer DOES want to tell really resonated with people. But that's just how it goes sometimes. 🤷 It simply wasn't written for me.
The story I'd be more enthused about would be FL going into these time travel adventures to save her kpop idol who inspired her to keep living, at her darkest point, and eventually helping him believe in 1 more day. So he lives through THAT DAY in the future. After which nothing is guaranteed. But there is hope. One day at a time. And through that experience, realizing her obsessive fangirl love was never about his real self... the same as his love-at-first-sight teen crush doesn't hold up after getting to know her real self. And she and pathetic teen delinquent Kim Tae Sung fall in love & are dating for real now when she returns to the future, as a rom com subplot. She finally sees her idol as just another struggling person and they do become friends.
This drama is very well made and I can see why this drama and its otp are so popular. Just not exactly catered to my tastes. You know how for some people, fictional incest ships are a deal breaker? well lmao those don't squick me but fan x celebrity pairings do 🙈😂😭
#silvia watches#lovely runner spoilers#lmaoooooooo update: at ep 7 and the writer is TAUNTING ME NOW#😂😭 her future self isnt a stan and i get to watch her future stan self be erased 😂😭#but its still the original timeline self inside who remains a hyper fan#her outburst in the police station makes that clear#LR screenwriter WHEN I CATCH YOU#i cant believe this im crying with laughter for real#update again: i am mostly won over by the otp because ML is really quite cute in his loser ways#but it remains a fan x celebrity ship for me because its established the young version of her isnt into the ML#only the adult version of her that becomes his fangirl#though ok i am now talking myself into this 😂😝#30 year her is hot for teen ML and college ML but teen and 20 yr her is not#hmmmmmmm 🤔🤔🤔#thats fucked up#i do like me some fucked up dynamics in fiction
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Nismo 270R, 1994. To commemorate the 40th anniversary of the NISMO brand, Nissan is exhibiting an array of iconic cars within its global gallery in Yokohama, Japan. The showcase includes ultra rare models such as the S14 Silvia-based 270R which was built in an edition of 50 cars to celebrate Nismo's 10th anniversary. The car's 2.0 litre turbocharged SR20 engine was tuned to produce 270hp.
#Nismo#Nismo 270R#Nissan Silvia#Nissan Silvia S14#special edition#limited edition#40th anniversary#1994#1990s#rear wheel drive#turbocharged#10th anniversary
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Merry christmas
Merry Christmas! I don’t really celebrate but I love the holiday anyways <3
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Silvia Abascal (Spanish Actress) Shows off her Pregnancy at the Premiere of “La Catedral del Mar” in Vitoria
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Season to Taste - 29/? WIP
Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.
PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FORTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTYONE TWENTYTWO TWENTYTHREE TWENTYFOUR TWENTYFIVE TWENTYSIX TWENTYSEVEN TWENTYEIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTYNINE
It feels like he’s done nothing but cook for three days, his arms are sore from kneading dough and turning the handle on the pasta machine; he’s also drunk too much and he hasn’t had enough sleep. Filming isn’t this much hard work. Silvia had tutted and told him America was making him soft, and he supposes it has been, because nothing puts him through his paces like a big family wedding where he and Leandro are cooking the food. It’s one of his and Vi’s cousins, not one of the one’s he’s closest to, but it doesn’t matter.
They’re all family.
He’s coming to learn he’ll do anything for family.
… … …
“I bought you something.”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know what it is, but the guy in the store assured me it was food.”
He hands Bradley the jar and he recognizes it instantly.
“Lotus roots. Nice. Thanks sweetheart.”
“Hmm. I’m going to try and find something you don’t recognize.”
Bradley snorts, smirks and raises an eyebrow, thinks about all the crazy ingredients he’s either worked with or that have featured as part of ridiculous cooking challenges in some of the shows he’s been a part of.
“Well, good luck…”
… … …
Bradley stands behind him, rests his chin on Jake’s shoulder as he slices the pepper for their omelette.
“Just…” he wraps an arm around Jake’s waist, smiles as he feels Jake press back into his body. Then he rests his other hand over Jake’s. “Let the knife do most of the work. It’s sharp and gravity is on your side. Just pull back and drop, it’ll go much smoother…”
“Jesus fuck Leo…”
“What?” Leo asks, breath warm and damp against the side of Jake’s neck like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.
“We’re meant to be making breakfast.”
“Mmm. Would rather eat you…”
“God you’re corny.”
“Rhymes with corny…”
He leaves the peppers half cut on the bench.
… … …
Ninety minutes later, showered and definitely starving now but definitely sated sexually Jake walks through the apartment. Leo has shooed him out of the kitchen, adamant he’ll work faster alone. Poured Jake a cup of coffee and told him to go and curl up on the sofa. Except it's his first time here in Leo's space and there are so many photos. He recognizes Vi of course, and then Leandro and Silvia because Leo has shown him pictures on his phone, and he’s going to be having his first video call with them this coming week, which he isn’t nervous about at all. He’s studying a picture of what he would bet large chunks of money is Leo and his parents, and he feels Leo step up behind him, circling his arm around Jake’s waist.
“Are these your parents?” Jake asks, and he knows they are, recognizes Nick Bradshaw from the research he’d done when he’d realized Leo was more linked to the Navy than Jake had previously thought.
“Yeah.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you look a lot like your dad?”
Leo laughs, nuzzles a kiss into the side of Jake’s neck.
“Yeah, all the time. Breakfast will be done in two minutes. You want to keep being nosy?”
“Yep. You’ve already had your chance.”
Leo grins at that, kisses him on the cheek and then leaves for the kitchen again. He keeps looking at the photos, and he knows what he's looking for, Leo's elusive godfather. He doesn't think that he's going to get that lucky, that Leo will just have a photo of him out. But... Yeah. He's done some more digging since Admiral Kerner confirmed that Uncle Tom and Iceman were one and the same. He knows now that Nick Bradshaw flew with Pete Mitchell and he was flying when Leo’s dad died. That Maverick and Iceman were wingmen.
So the fact that Leo has never mentioned Maverick is what makes a little silent alarm bell ring in his head. That maybe this man is Leo's godfather and in regards to all aspects Leo is a well-adjusted and mature adult. Except when it comes to his godfather. Of course, even with Captain Mitchell cleared, it doesn’t mean Leo doesn’t still blame him, so that could be the reason. There could be another person out there who Jake can have a little silent vendetta against. Jake came hold a grudge like no one else, especially against people who have hurt people he loves. And he does love Leo.
Yeah.
Maverick Mitchell better hope he never crosses paths with him.
… … …
“Honey! I’m home! God you both better be fucking dressed! Tell me you’re dressed!”
Bradley lets out a long breath, but Jake is grinning, then throwing back his head with laughter, standing to reach out and envelope Vi a hug and he feels a surge of happiness that they get on so well; realizes that he hopes Jake feels the same about him getting on with his family.
“We’re dressed!”
“You mean you don’t want a show?”
“No. Definitely not interested in that kind of show… however does smell good. Is there any left?”
“No, I didn’t make enough for three…”
“Where has the love gone?” Vi exclaims dramatically, and she’s making the face which tells him she’s in a shit stirring mood. Fucking great. “L’amore si misura in piatti cucinati,” Vi sates, grin sly and Bradley flushes, because he’s there. He’s so there in terms of loving Jake, and the fact that he just seems to make everything feel so much easier and fucking Vi knows that, but…
“What did she say?” Jake asks, and Bradley wonders how much he already understood, because Jake definitely understands more Italian than he lets on.
“Love is measured in cooked dishes…” Vi says, failing to look innocent and Bradley huffs in mild annoyance.
“Hmm. Is it also measured by eating them?”
Bradley’s eyes shoot up and Jake is looking at him, one eyebrow quirked up and his heart does a little skip in double-time.
“Yeah,” Bradley breathes, “we can make that a house rule…”
… … …
“Did you want to do anything tonight?” Bradley asks, hours later, curled up on the sofa and watching a documentary about the Antarctic. Vi has come and gone and it’s just the two of them until they’re wheels down in Texas tomorrow morning.
“We fly at eight tomorrow, would like to make the most of every minute we have alone…”
“I know. Me too… just. It’s New York. People generally like to catch a show or go out somewhere nice for dinner. Just… am happy to go out if you want.”
“No babe, I want to stay right here with you. Will leave the fine dining experience to Phoenix…”
Bradley grins up at the ceiling and can’t help but press a kiss to the back of Jake’s head.
“Yeah? What does she have on her list?”
“Some famous place… she had to make a reservation months ago apparently. Not my type of thing…”
“Oh. I’m well aware of that fact. Trust me. Uh. Do you know what restaurant she was going to?”
“Uh. Yeah. Tartaruga Blu. Italian right? That’s why I remembered the name. She said it’s been on TV or something… Have you heard of it?”
Bradley lets out a nervous laugh, glad that they’re alone for this, reminds himself that he doesn’t think Jake will care.
“Ha. Yeah. Yeah I’ve heard of it. It’s… Um. It’s actually where I work. Usually.”
“Your steady job when you’re not flying around cooking for the rich and famous huh?”
Bradley blinks, because that’s not wrong exactly; but neither does it capture celebrity chef either; he’s just going to have to be more obvious. Remembers what Maria said about Jake being smart as a tack but also sometime wilfully and blindly oblivious to some things that he just didn’t register as important.
“I… wouldn’t put it quite that way. But yeah, I guess so. I’ve been on TV. A bit.”
“Have you now?” Jake asks, and Bradley can hear the amusement in his voice, feels him shift carefully on the sofa so he’s facing him, Bradley leaves his arms around him, kisses the gentle smirk off Jake’s face, so glad to have him here.
“Yeah.”
“You going to forget all about me when you’re all rich and famous?”
“No. That’s never going to happen,” Bradley says, because it hasn’t yet and he’s pretty sure it’s never going to and he’s prepared to work at that too.
… … …
“Oh, I need to give you your key back…” Jake mutters, fishing the key out of his pocket. It has a little Lego minifigure attached, dressed in chef whites and he’s kind of attached to it for some weird reason.
“No. That’s your key. I got it cut for you.”
“Uh. What?”
“You can’t move in with me, but you can come stay whenever you want. In fact, I kind of expect it if you’re in town.”
They’re words, still not I love you, but it’s what they mean. Like the sly way Vi has talked about love being measured through cooking, like she knows how Leo feels about him. He’s going to tell Leo that he loves him, use the actual words despite how terrifying it feels to say it to someone who isn’t his family or Javy. He’s confident his feelings are returned, the way his sisters and Vi tease them both. However he’s not beyond avoiding the subject, the airport terminal is definitely not where he first wants to say the words.
“Well, five-star rating. Food wasn’t bad, bed was super comfortable. Company was the best part though.”
The almost bashful smile Leo gives him is gorgeous and Jake hip checks him, pushing him toward their gate. He wonders if he can find a Lego minifigure wearing a naval aviator uniform, give Leo a key to his apartment. Because it’s as practical as Jake having a key to his place. However it’s not the practicality, it’s the physical acknowledgement of something more and fuck, they’ve only been doing this for eight months, but… he wants eight years or no, eighty years.
Yeah.
That’s a good place to start.
… … …
Somehow they’ve been bumped to business class and Jake is not complaining about the extra legroom, because he hates flying commercial, but this is actually nice. And he has Leo to talk to, which makes a nice change. He settles in beside him and reaches for his hand.
“What? You a nervous flier?” Leo asks, and he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly thinks he’s being funny and Jake rolls his eyes.
“It’s not my favorite, but I’m not nervous.”
“Mmm. I’ve always loved flying. Every part of it.”
“And maybe I just want to hold your hand. Ever consider that?”
Leo rolls his eyes, squeezes his hand hard and Jake retaliates by starting a thumb war, which he frustratingly loses because Leo somehow has double-jointed thumbs which are gross and freaky. He lets Leo know what he thinks and Leo smirks and leans in close ‘you’d still let me but my gross double jointed thumbs all over you…’ and Jake hates that he’s right.
“So, uh, I’ve been thinking… You want to meet my mom?”
“I… do you want me to meet her?”
“Yeah. It’s just, uh, you know…” Jake trails off, because he’s talked about her dementia more than once, Leo isn’t oblivious to it or how Jake feels about it.
“I’d love to meet her.”
… … …
They arrive and it’s a whirlwind of people and family lunch. It’s nice not to be cooking, instead both Maria and Olivia keep asking him about the different dishes and Jake is smirking and shaking his head.
“Hazard of the job…”
Bradley will happily take that, and he’s glad he was able to bring a range of cookies, because Jake leaves his sisters with the clean-up, which he feels awful about but is simply waved away. Then they’re off to see Jake’s mom and dad. He’s not worried, Chuck, Jake’s father, already likes him; but he would like to make a good impression on Jenna, for both his and Jake’s sake. They sit in the car, Jake resting his wrists over the edge of the steering wheel, hands hanging lax as he sucks in deep breaths and swallows roughly, clearly psyching himself up for what is to come.
He keeps quiet, knows that this is what Jake does when he first gets home and also just before he leaves. That a late lunch happened first is an anomaly probably for his benefit. He reaches out tentatively, places his hand on Jake’s thigh and just lets it rest there, hopes it’s enough to just let him know he’s not alone. Then Jake is sucking in a deep breath, blowing it out between his teeth, throwing his shoulders back and reaching for the door handle, but not before resting his hand over Bradley’s for a brief second and giving him a small smile. He follows him and then Chuck is shaking his hand, giving him a quick hug, and offering a drink all in the same moment.
“Who is it Chuck?”
“How about you come see for yourself?” Chuck says, and then there’s a woman there, so clearly Jake’s mom that he finds himself smiling automatically.
“Oh! What are you doing here?”
“Uh…”
“This is Bradley Bradshaw,” Chuck provides, looking between her and Bradley.
“I know who it is Chuck,” Jenna says with a laugh and there’s Jake’s laugh.
“Uh… It’s nice to meet you Mrs Seresin.”
“Jenna, please! And who is this?” Jenna asks, looking toward Jake with easy curiosity and Bradley’s heart twists. Jesus. How does Jake even do this?
“Uh, this is my boyfriend. Jake,” he says, reaching for his hand and gripping it firmly, pulling him toward him because he needs the support, the closeness, no idea how Jake might be feeling.
“Mmm. Well, you always did have good taste. Seems it applies out of the kitchen too…”
Bradley can feel his cheeks flushing as he glances at Jake, who simply looks shattered.
“Jenna, how about you come and help me make Bradley and Jake some coffee. They’ll be here for a little bit…”
… … …
As he watches his parents walk toward the kitchen he feels Leo’s arms go around him, hugging him and he doesn’t understand.
“Why… how… why does my mom know who you are?”
Leo looks so sad and he has to stop himself from snapping that he doesn’t want pity, because he doesn’t think that’s what Leo is experiencing right now.
“Um. You know how I said I was on TV a bit, well I also used to have a cooking channel on YouTube. Your dad said when I met him that they watch it together… almost every day.”
“Oh my god… this is… she doesn’t recognize me but she knows who you are. This is so fucked up. You just introduced me to my own mother.” He takes in a shuddering breath, swallows roughly against the tears and then just decides to let them fall.
“Jake, I’m sorry, I…”
“Don’t. It’s not your fault. I just… it’s unfair. And I say that, and I feel like an asshole because your parents aren’t even alive, so I should be grateful right?”
“You can be upset about your mom Jake…”
“Fuck.” He scrubs at his face. “In all the scenarios I ran through in my head, this was not one that even crossed my mind.”
“I didn’t think she’d know who I was…”
“I want to see…”
“What?”
“Your cooking show.”
“Uh… sure. Actually, you know your mom might want to show you her favorite bits, if you asked her…”
Jake hadn’t thought of that, that this is something his mom can share with him, because he’s never been interested in what she liked watching, but if it’s got Leo then he’s definitely more invested. So when his mom and dad come back carrying a tray of coffee and cake he asks, and she just lights up. He admits he hasn’t seen any of Leo’s, sorry, Bradley’s, shows, and he’d love to see what the fuss is about. Then his dad is exchanging looks he can’t quite parse, but then he’s looking at a still image of Leo on YouTube, frozen with his mouth open, no moustache and he lets out a huff of surprised laughter.
“Oh wow, you look so young.”
“Yeah, that was a while ago.”
It’s only a twenty-minute show, and it’s just Leo talking about making pasta, why he enjoys making it from scratch but also the friendly way he talks to the camera makes him understand why his mom likes it. She talks to Leo almost constantly through it, and Jake finds himself switching between watching the video and then watching his mom and boyfriend talk about different pasta making techniques and yeah, it sucks but it’s still better than he thought it could ever be.
“Who was filming you?”
“Oh. Vi. There’s a blooper reel on her private channel. It’s pretty humiliating.”
Jake can’t wait to see it, chats with his dad as Leo then works in the kitchen with his mom, making pasta from scratch. They decline staying for dinner, but Leo says he’s happy to come back, maybe make some cookies if she doesn’t mind Jake’s nieces and nephews coming as well and of course his mom just lights up. She doesn’t seem to question why Leo doesn’t have work, or even what Jake does, but he’s not going to question his good luck. They’ve made their goodbyes and he doesn’t feel the usual sinking dread about the next time he’ll have to see her, knows it’ll be sooner rather than later but Leo will be there and it’ll somehow be easier as well. It’s dark, and cooler, the air crisp and he stares up at the sky, stops before he gets to the car and turns toward Leo.
“So… people know your name. Do lots of people know your name?”
“Yeah. If they’re that into cooking food.”
“Well, I’m into you…” Leo’s teeth flash white in the dark with a smile, and Jake reaches for him, wraps his arms around his waist and tugs him in close. “In fact, I’m so into you that I might go so far as to say I’m in love with you.”
“Might?”
“That’s the word you’re going to pick out to focus on?”
“Mmm. I love you too Jake.”
“Good. Very good.”
… … …
He has an idea, but he has no idea whether it would be well received or not, but the fact that Jake’s mom recognizes him makes him think it might. He also knows the best person to ask is Maria so he works at getting a moment alone with her.
“I… you heard that your mom recognized me?”
“Yeah,” Maria says, and she’s grimacing, because he knows that it has got to suck, is thinking about how he’d feel if Leandro and Silvia didn’t recognize him. Fuck. Even Ice and Mav, and not for the first time he feels a twist of regret about not talking with Mav for so long, but he knows he’s doing okay because Ice had told him when he asked.
“So, feel free to shut me up any time, I was just thinking, we could make a short film, like… Bradley Bradshaw at home. And introduce Jake as my boyfriend, and then all his sisters… and your mom could watch it every day. I don’t know if it would help, but…” he trails off, not sure if this would even work, but if he can film the baking session with all of Jake’s nieces and nephews then it gives them a family video, but also, if Jenna maybe watched it everyday she might recognize everyone, even if she didn’t realize they were her family.
“I… that’s really thoughtful of you. I don’t know what my brother did in a past life, but I’m glad he found you.”
“I love him,” Bradley says easily, because Jake didn’t need to do anything in a past life, he does plenty in this one which makes Bradley consider himself lucky.
“Yeah. I’m aware. Right. I’ll see what we can do.”
… … …
Time slips past them, around them, passing over them like the cool water in a stream passes over a stone in its’ path. Month-long deployments come and go. Bradley spends time on the farm both with and without Jake. He films another four different cooking shows, publishes another two recipe books and also opens the second Tartaruga in San Antonio, this one called Violet, which Vi hates but doesn’t actively sabotage. The location is close enough to the Seresin Farm and he decides to see if he can buy the house he’d stayed in when he’d first met Jake again; Jake just laughs when he tells him. Jake spends time in New York with Bradley, although it’s usually only one or two nights before they’re on a plane to Texas. They may only see each other three or four times a year, but they cram in as much as they can with the time that they do have.
He’s not really paying attention to the noises coming from the restaurant. They aren’t open yet and there are still two hours. He’s a little grumpy because Jake hasn’t sent him any messages in over a day, which is fine, but usually he gets a little heads up that he’s going into blackout comms. Some of Jake’s COs have been better than others in terms of being willing to pass baked goods on. Honestly, he’s worried about Jake, although he’ll leave it another day before calling Ice. Of course he’ll actually have to share with Ice that he’s gone and got himself a boyfriend, because Slider has let him know that it’s no fun if he can’t gloat he knew first when it’s been nearly three years.
Except in that three years they’ve only had about five months with each other, so even though they both very much all in and he feels like they cope well with all the time they spend apart he will never not worry or miss him while he’s gone. It’s just part of his natural state of being he’s come to accept. Vi walks into the kitchen, wearing one of her pant suits she wears when she’s got people to intimidate and he raises an eyebrow.
“Meeting with… suppliers? Or the bank?”
“Pfft. Like I need to scare the bank. They want to loan us money and don’t like us paying it back faster. No. I needed you to come out the front. I have something to show you.”
“Okay, just let me…” he waves his hands, because he’s in the middle of prep, signals for one of the newer and younger chefs to take over and then exchanges a look with Adrienne to ensure an eye is kept on quality. Then he’s following Vi out the front, and she’s walking ahead of him, leading the way so he notices the film crew in the same moment he sees Jake, standing in his full service khakis looking absolutely amazing and everything else fades to unimportance. He’s across the room and kissing him, hands on either side of his face, mouth hot and insistent and he ignores the polite coughs trying to get his attention.
“Hi…”
“Hi. That’s a welcome home.”
“You’re early. Like. Weeks early.”
“Yep. Can’t talk about it, but, uh… I have almost ten weeks off.”
“Wow.”
“Mmm. Pretty sure you’re going to get sick of me.”
“Never going to happen,” Bradley promises.
… … …
He doesn’t often get creative control, but Jake hasn’t ever signed a waiver saying he’s happy to appear in any of the shows and right in this moment he’s infinitely glad for it. Bradley has kept Jake’s name and job out of all interviews, he’s not about to reveal all of it along with his face. That’s just never going to happen.
“You can’t use any of that footage,” Bradley states.
“Care to explain why not?” Cassandra asks, because they’re used to Bradley’s little fits of pique when he’s having a bad day, but he shakes his head, tries to look a little apologetic, because he’s not trying to be difficult.
“You can’t identify him. It’s a security situation. Only way around it is if you blur his face, nameplate, squadron badge and his ribbons. Any identifying markers. Including his shoulder and collar pins.”
“Surely his squadron badge…”
“No. That narrows it down to maybe a group of twenty-eight people. Likely smaller, depending. He can’t be identifiable. It’s bad enough that people will be able to pick that he’s a naval aviator.”
“How the fuck are they going to figure that out if everything else is blurred out?”
“Oh. They’ll know if they’re looking closely enough,” Bradley mutters, because he’s pretty sure his days of Slider being unable to gloat are finally numbered.
At least someone will be happy.
THIRTY
(Every 10th chapter is an IceMav chapter).
(And did I start writing a Phoenix/Vi side story? Yes. Yes I did.)
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Bronze Bust of Roman Emperor Caligula Rediscovered After 200 Years
The small bronze statue, which was unearthed at Herculaneum, had been missing for two centuries
A curator in England has rediscovered a tiny Roman-era bronze bust of the emperor Caligula, which had been missing for some 200 years.
The artifact was unearthed in the mid-18th century at Herculaneum, the ancient town preserved under volcanic ash since Mount Vesuvius’ eruption in 79 C.E. Then, Horace Mann, the British ambassador to Italy, acquired the five-inch-tall statue and gave it to his friend, Horace Walpole, the British writer and politician.
The two friends even exchanged letters about the 2,000-year-old bronze, according to a statement from Strawberry Hill House, Walpole’s Gothic home in London.
“I gaze on it from morning to night. It is more a portrait than any picture I ever saw,” Walpole wrote in 1767. “The hair and ears seem neglected, to heighten the expression of the eyes, which are absolutely divine, and have a wild melancholy in them, that one forebodes might ripen to madness.”
Caligula is infamous for his eccentric and cruel behavior. Legend has it that the emperor was so obsessed with his horse, Incitatus, that he tried to make the animal a consul, though this rumor is likely untrue. His reign, which began in 37 C.E., was erratic. He was assassinated after only four years in power.
Today, only seven other small-scale bronze busts of the emperor are known to exist. When Walpole died in 1797, his Roman bust changed hands several times, with some owners mistaking the visage for Alexander the Great.
Silvia Davoli, a curator at Strawberry Hill, found the lost bust in the family collection of Sir John Henry Schroder, who had purchased it in the 1890s, per the statement.
As a curator of Walpole’s former estate, Davoli was familiar with the politician’s correspondence with Mann and knew of the statue’s existence. She had also seen a drawing of it, which Walpole had commissioned from the artist John Carter. When she came across the bronze in Schroder’s collection, she was able to match it to Carter’s drawing.
Schroder doesn’t appear to have known what the statue was or where it came from. According to Strawberry Hill, the family’s collection catalogs refer to the piece as a “possible Renaissance bronze of a youth.”
“They had no idea it was Caligula,” Davoli tells the Guardian’s Richard Brooks. “I was so happy when I finally saw the bronze and made the link.”
Because the statue hadn’t become discolored over time, experts had previously assumed it dated to the 16th century. However, a recent analysis of the metal confirmed that the bronze is, in fact, ancient.
Dietrich Boschung, an expert on imperial Roman iconography at the University of Cologne in Germany, has since examined photos of the statue.
“I’m convinced it is Caligula,” Boschung tells the Guardian. For him, the statue’s piercing silver eyes are a dead giveaway—a common feature of Roman-era bronzes depicting emperors. He also finds it feasible that the piece was once at Herculaneum. “Around that time, many Roman bronzes were found there,” he adds.
To celebrate the discovery, Strawberry Hill will include the ancient bust in its upcoming exhibition, “The Art of Treasure Hunting.” Visitors can check out the tiny Caligula statue for themselves when the show opens on June 28.
By Julia Binswanger.
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Armand Duplantis celebrating with King Carl XVI Gustaf & Queen Silvia after winning Olympic gold & a new world record | August 5, 2024
Photos: Joel Marklund
#olympics 2024#armand duplantis#king carl xvi gustaf#queen silvia#swedish royal family#team sweden#paris#240805
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