#so these are songs that to me are reminiscent of that era ig and what i associate with it and the fics that capture that zeitgeist for me

[leqclerc]

@f1blrcreatorsfest Week 3: Music Artist-Inspired ↳ Sebastian and Charles + songs released in 2019 Shameless / Piece Of Your Heart / You're No Good

[greywindys]

I imagine the ep is gonna be pretty short! I was at the concert and iirc, Damon said the songs were meant to be a throw back to self-titled, and also a celebration of Jamaican carnival. I dunno if they would really stretch a whole season of song machine out on one theme. If we do get a music video though, it would be really cool to see murdoc and 2d back in Jamaica, especially now they're on good terms (Maybe lol) 👀👀👀

Ohhh, congrats on going to the concert! I hope you had fun! They always put on a good show. And yes, ty for reminding me about Carnival. I forgot about that detail.

So this definitely isn't SM2. I am kinda expecting a video for this....mini-era (ig we'll call it that). I don't think they need a huge budget to put together a simple one, plus we have all that detail art from Jamie that could be used in the near future. If sonically, the music is reminiscent of P1, then maybe we can hope for a return to Jamaica. I'd love a more reparative beach experience for them after all these years, or even a flashback...though with the teased P3 fanservice, I'm not getting my hopes up =/

...What would also be cool is a flashback to P1 Jamaica and how PB was foreshadowed all the way back then, since old lore suggests Murdoc was, in some ways, ~destined to end up there. Hmm...

[amphtaminedreams]

Paris Haute Couture Week S/S 2020 Plus a Little Jacquemus: Okay, Dior DID Suck (Part 1/2)

Hi to anyone reading,

Oh my god. I completely forgot there was also 2 haute couture weeks. I FEEL SO OVERWHELMED. Here I was getting all geared up for the F/W 2020 shows and suddenly it’s Jean Paul Gaultier’s last show and everybody’s (predictably) buzzing about the Jacquemus collection. I can’t keep up. But Haute Couture week is a lot less intense than the RTW shows so I suppose I should be enjoying this relative peace whilst I can. 

I remember my last post about Haute Couture week opened with me defending Maria Grazia from the wrath of the internet; if Jacquemus is social media’s Lord and Saviour, this woman is the Antichrist. She’s Michael Langdon minus the dramatic flair. But the thing is, I genuinely really liked the Dior collection last time. Maybe because I was newer to the discipline of scouring Vogue Runway, but the lack of originality didn’t bother me; it was still something I’d die to wear, gothic yet delicate and relevant for 2019. 

That being said, this time round, I have to open by doing the exact opposite and concurring: this time round, Dior was in fact, utter shit.

I feel mean saying it but...really? These were the slightly more salvageable outfits and my favourite of the bunch, and to be honest they don’t really capture the full extent of how outdated this collection was to me. I know that the concept behind the show was this idea of the divine feminine but Greek Goddess has been done SO many times. If you’re gonna go down that route, you have to bring something new, elevate it in some way. It can’t be THIS generic.

I can’t believe that in 2020 we’re really seeing plaited hairbands. The individual dresses are basic, but not so much the problem as the styling; they look like outfits I would’ve put together back in 2012. That’s not an exaggeration. I think even 2013 me would appreciate that you need to make things a little twisty. 

The colour scheme is pretty, don’t get me wrong, and I like the cowl necks-the white dresses are the highlights. I think the concept of this collection was conceived with all the best intentions. But as a designer you need to take risks and I don’t see one single risk here; there isn’t anything that wouldn’t already be sold in your local H&M. Dior is such an established brand, Maria Grazia has room to do whatever she wants. And yet it just comes across like she’s out of ideas. 

You’ve got to look at a designer like Ulyana Sergeenko:

When I say elevated (but still in the vein of wearable), I mean something like this. To be completely honest, I hadn’t heard of Ulyana Sergeenko until I saw shots of this show on Twitter. But what a perfect mix of kitsch and glamour. The influences are clear: Priscilla Presley, Barbie, Jackie O, Valley of the Dolls, the rich stay-at-home wife of the 60s, the Alessandra Rich/Scream Queens-esque sorority girl, Paris fucking Hilton. It’s exaggerated and it’s tongue in cheek with total grounds to call it trashy-there’s a corset resembling a Benjamin Franklin, ffs-but it’s all done with a wink and a nudge. And in all honesty, I just think it’s beautiful. Can you imagine Frances O’Sullivan (@Beautyspock on IG) in one of these looks? It would be worthy of the Rose McGowan cultural reset meme ten times over.

Everything is feline, from the very literal cat silhouettes and cat headed boa, to the makeup and the hair clips. It reminds me of the last RTW Ralph and Russo show but with even more attention to detail. And look at the STAGE. If this collection were a song, it’d be Disco Tits by Tove Lo. And no, I’m not just saying that because one of the dresses actually does feature a (cat shaped) disco tit. Like these are the clothes I dreamed of putting my Bratz dolls, and for null I’m sure, myself in. Absolute perfection. Plus, I’ve loved Coco Rocha since she was on The Face with Naomi Campbell; she is, after all, to thank for the iconic “check your lipstick before you come for me” line. Girl is really the martyr for all purple lipstick lovers, cut down in her prime by a pissed-off Naomi. 

Onto Alexandre Vauthier, which I also really liked. An interesting yet effortless blend of the old and the new, the masculine and the feminine, if I could sum this collection up in one word, it would be cool. I know, it’s not the most descriptive, but it pretty much sums up how I feel; I’m not AS gassed about it as I am about Ulyana Sergeenko or this season’s Elie Saab (wait for it), but it’s a fresh offering, even if the styles aren’t the most groundbreaking. Stand outs for me are the almost petticoat like, debutante dresses which have Elle Fanning’s name written all over them.

I was hard pressed to find favourites in the Armani Privé collection if I’m honest. I’m not saying it was awful, all I know is that it just isn’t my style. It’s all a bit TOO tailored for my liking, and kinda reminds me of the Zara pantsuits my Spanish teacher used to wear. In other words, I find it to be a bit dowdy. On a positive note, the colours, fabrics, and beading are all stunning, so I see that a lot of craftsmanship clearly went into it; I think my biggest issue is the styling and the shapes (or lack of) on show. I’m very much getting a 20s, flapper vibe and whilst that’s an era that fascinates me and that I appreciate was cutting-edge at the time, I’ve yet to see it be bought into the 21st century in a way that doesn’t look stiff or costume-y. 

Then there’s Azzaro. At the complete opposite end of the scale to Armani, it doesn’t look expensive, which I’m sure isn’t something any designer previewing their collection at haute couture week is striving for. BUT that being said, I’d be much more likely to wear something from this collection than I would from Armani Privé. I mean, I have no shot at ever wearing either but ya get me. 

Whilst I’m sure it or something similar has been done before, the mesh diamanté dress is exquisite and I’m a huge fan of the stacked gem chokers and belts. The whole collection looks like something a London socialite who parties by night but (deep breath in) plays in a shitty band so fancies herself a bit of a rockstar by day would wear (exhale) and as much as that doesn’t sound like a compliment, I mean it as one. I’m talking about the kind of person you’d see smoking outside a bar and think “I wish I was them but I am potato lol”. I mean, as far as faux fur and fedoras are concerned, I’m gonna find it hard to completely slate a collection so this is pretty up my alley.

Chanel was a huge step up from their last RTW collection, imo, and probably on par with their last haute couture offering. It’s that same blend of preppy Chanel detailing (i.e the exaggerated collars, the checks and the lace) and practicality, only even more austere this time round.

It’s funny because when I looked back on original notes on this collection, before I’d even done any research into the context, I saw that one of the things I’d written was “giving me Victorian orphanage madame” as well as “something something Amish” and I wasn’t THAT far off base. The collection is, after all, supposed to be a tribute to the nuns who raised Coco Chanel at the beginning of the century in an Abbey-cum-orphanage. This makes me really happy; I know not everyone’s a fan of Virginie Viard’s nods back to the past and the brand’s origins but as a history nerd, I definitely am. 

There’s also definitely a lot of things that can be translated into high street trends here: the combination of decorative white socks and black shoes is something I’ve seen making a comeback already, tulle is always a winner (I actually don’t mind it as an overlay, I think it’s pretty, sue me) and I have no doubt we’ll be seeing these dramatic collars creeping back onto tops and jumpers throughout the year. It’s been a while since they were a thing anyway and we all know how cyclical fashion is.

Another high note for Elie Saab this haute couture season; if I was an expressive person, I probably would’ve audibly gasped as I looked through this collection. It is SO FUCKING MAGNIFICENT. The colour scheme, the baroque prints, the floral sequinned embroidery, these are Cinderella style ballgowns taken to the next level. Elie Saab really is the definition of opulence and I’m not at all mad about it. Please, somebody put Lana Del Rey in one of these, PLEASE. Remind her how much of a princess she is and get her out of those “soccer mom” looks.

I’m so stuck between this collection and Ulyana Sergeenko as my favourite, and the latter might just pip the other to the post, purely because of the staging and extravagance of the presentation itself. 

Georges Hobeika was predictably phenomenal. Like, I’m not going to lie, I am easily won over by some sequins and tulle, I’ve never claimed any different, and if you can expect that from anyone, it’s this guy (ignore that phrasing making me sound like his proud mother). The colour scheme is very spring appropriate and so is the 3D flower detailing, and if there’s anything good to take from Ascot and English royal weddings, Georges Hobeika knows it’s the hats.

It was another strong year for Givenchy too:

Though Claire Waight Keller is also fond of the extravagant details along the lines of feather and tulle, it’s always done in a more organic way; the details are always more reminiscent of nature, something created by accident, than they are suggestive of painstaking attention to detail, the image of someone hunched over a dress beading for hours on end à la Georges Hobeika or Elie Saab. That is not a bad thing at all; if anything, it makes Givenchy more interesting to study and gives you more to think about. Sometimes a dress takes you a bit longer to fully appreciate, but I’d say that only lends to its memorability. This year’s willowy, billowing, and at times coral-esque structures  remind me of something I can see being worn down an Iris Van Herpen runway, set apart by that delicate Givenchy finesse. And side not: I know this post is to talk about the clothes, not the models, but I got super excited over seeing Sora Choi and Adut Akech walk too. 

Guo Pei is always fun to look at. I mean, this collection is giving me half Matryoshka dolls, half It’s A Small World Christmas edition and I can’t hate on that. 

And then there’s Iris Van Herpen, who knocked it out of the park once again. At this point, I wouldn’t expect anything less. Every outfit looks like something that could be exhibited in the Tate Modern (I know, it’s a basic opinion, but it’s true: TATE MODERN IS THE BEST MUSEUM IN LONDON), or honestly, the Design Museum, just for the genius that must go into the way these dresses move. Honestly, if I can see a goddess wearing anything, it’s more one of these looks than anything in the Dior collection. Like wife of Poseidon or something; I know it’s not very feminist of me to not know the Greek Goddess of the sea’s name but I only know who Poseidon is because I was a Percy Jackson fan back in the day so let me live.

It’s not like the whole under-the-sea theme is particularly new, Zimmerman did something similar last RTW (I think? Correct me if I’m wrong), but these constructions could’ve grown out of the sea bed themselves, which is more of an original take than “oo, blue and white and frothy hemlines!”. Additionally, we’ve got these dresses with the overlapping almost plaited fabric that are-we’re sticking with the goddess references here-fit for Persephone ruling over hell. As for the Grudge-looking dress (fourth down, far left), I could be reaching, but is anyone else seeing that as a nod to the oil spills polluting our oceans? Because that would just add yet another layer to this collection. 

Regardless, it’s all impeccable and I’m in love. Iris Van Herpen as a MET Gala theme. Make it happen.

Anyway, to end on a high note, that’s it for this post! 

Sorry it’s such a sudden cut-off but Jean Paul Gaultier was due to be my second to last to review and due to it being the final show, there’s an onslaught of photos that would not fit with what’s already in this post. Plus, I’d rather start a post with Jacquemus then end it as I feel like there’s a lot of hype around his collections online right now so 1). it’s clickbait (for what, I do not know, as I’m not exactly making any money off this blog, just losing my sanity as it transpires when Tumblr accidentally terminated it earlier today and I had a minor breakdown) and 2). this Steve Buscemi meme is the most accurate representation of only 21 year old me to grace the internet:

I will aim to post part 2/2 in the next week, including JPG, as I just mentioned, the Jacquemus co-ed show, Margiela, Valentino and more, and as always, thank you for anyone who read until the end! You are an angel:-)

Lauren x

[taylorrepdetective]

Hey kids, hindsight is fun!

Ms Swift inspired me to go look at the LWYMMD video again. But not the one she talked about, the other one. Other one, you say? Yes! The lyric video. Remember that? It was our first visual clue as to what the reputation era was going to be about, after the IG snakes. I mentioned this video recently when I talked about End Game and chess symbolism, because of this:

So I thought to myself, “Self, maybe there is more in this video. Let’s have a look.”

And I found a lot of intriguing things. Some of it foreshadows the regular LWYMMD VIDEO. But a lot of it was completely unrelated. And some of it has taken on a more interesting angle recently. Like, for example, kaleidoscopes

So that piqued my interest. And then I saw eyes, and doors, and trees, and mirrors, and a story, and a fractured image...

And probably most interesting, was this lovely tombstone with a couple of daisies growing out of it. Look familiar?

This is during the song when she says “I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time” and is very reminiscent of the scene from the regular video in the grave yard, where she buries her 2014 Met Gala self and then comes back as her zombie 2015 OOTW self. A look we also have recently seen again at the end of Me! She tried to bury herself (old Taylor, boy crazy Taylor, her sexuality, take your pick) but she couldn’t.

[autumndear]

hello hello !! it’s lucky back at it again !! i j wanna preface this by saying my last intro was compared to drunk history and i was also asked if i was drunk when i wrote it ( but in the nicest way y’all ). i wasn’t that time. i’m still not that drunk, but ya girl a little tipsy. there’s the answer 2 future questions. ONTO THE SHIT THAT MATTERS:

disclaimer: honestly everyone involved in mommie dearest ( 1978 / 1981 ) cld totally sue me for this.

background.

triggers: child abuse, mention of illness and death, brief mention of infidelity

ya girl is too invested in classic era hollywood and she hates herself for it so that said autumn’s mother, not based off of joan crawford just set in a slightly different time period, was pretty much considered one of the last greats. as a part of the patty duke/sharon tate/etc. generation when paparazzi were just beginning to get involved in personal live ( we stan elizabeth taylor for this ), she was pretty much... as i said... one of the last classic actresses

and she KNEW IT!!

irene caeden was a hoe for publicity. although never confirmed nor denied, autumn has always highly suspected the only reason irene adopted her was to make her look good.

autumn was made to call irene “Momma Hen” what do u mean mommie dearest?

that said, irene wasn’t... a good mom... honestly at the beginning, her intentions were pure. however, as autumn began growing up and learning how to be more resistant, irene began worsening her punishments

“y’ain’t gonna keep racing me until u win?? ok ig i can lock u up if u want me too....”

“y’ain’t gonna keep playing this game of strategy against me until u win?? ok ig i can force u 2 stay up all night and day staring at that board not sleeping with a surveillance camera placed right by u.”

“y’ain’t gonna finish ur meal? fine. starve.”

irene could have the best night of her life. she could win an oscar for best lead/best supporting and just be in a total state of euphoria which would pass to autumn. then she would find one thing wrong in autumn’s room in an attempt to reminisce and all hell would break loose.

that’s when the abuse that one typically associates the word with begins – when all hell breaks loose after reminiscing. 

then her mother would grow irrationally paranoid over something that didn’t exist – usually a stain because we’re not original – and would force autumn to work on it with her. she cleaned her rooms perfectly. there was no stain. but she helped her mother, now vulnerable for some reason, nonetheless.

their best moments of connection were when irene was putting autumn through hell, because she was going through her own.

that’s fucked!!

naturally, the older she got, the worse their battles became.

when she graduated high school, she was proposed to by a young man named charlie (i accidentally called him mark once in the biography oh my god i hate myself). she planned to move in with him and begin studying away from home. 

irene didn’t like this plan. she made sure a tempting young woman introduced herself to charlie and and proceeded to seduce him.

charlie took the bait.

when autumn and charlie broke everything off, her mother reminded her that she always knew best!! (ok to be fair... he did cheat ok we’ll give her that even if she set it up he still cheated by his own volition) 

still, autumn wanted to leave the horrible environment, the only good people in her life being the live-in maid and nanny. unfortunately, irene is a very good actress.

irene told autumn that she had been dropped by her studio and that her contract had been lifted – that she was back where she started and didn’t know where to go, financially or career-wise. 

ultimately, she manipulated autumn into staying.

their battles continued to grow up until irene fell fatally ill. autumn took a sort of sadistic pleasure in watching her mom slowly deteriorate,,, and tbh she hated herself for it but,,,

their shared fear made them connect over it.

when she died, autumn was essentially the only person at the funeral who knew her for her. irene had always complained about people loving the idea of her, but not her – the only valid complaint she’d ever made. autumn wished she could’ve been that person, but she was essentially just like every other person there.

when she learned she’d literally inherited zero (0) in the will except for an acknowledgement of all the ‘lessons’ irene had taught her, she decided she would get the last word by writing a tell-all mommie dearest who.

following the book’s success, she decided she didn’t want to live a life of fame and harassment. she moved to boot hill and thought she could become a brand new person!!

-kathy bates vc- LIIIIEEES -end vc-

-marina and the diamonds vc- liiiEEEeesssss -end vc-

working at the funeral home (we stan) reminded her of her past, present, and future. 

marrying the local pastor, a horrible match for her, echoed charlie.

having to be the stern parent of three children reminded her of her own mother.

AND BOY HOWDY THERE IS NOTHING SHE FEARS MORE THAN WINDING UP LIKE HER MOTHER!!

ofc she’s convinced if she ever even shows signs, the one good thing about her marriage to gabe is that he would intervene.

wow i should be ernest hemingway my intros are so much... less drunk sounding than they are when i’m 110% sober.

personality.

wine mom. lives for the gossip. basically helen lovejoy from the simpsons.

a lot more serious than ophelia (in part bc she’s never high lbr). she generally understands situations much better and actually... gauges them appropriately.

has a compassionate side. although she’s largely rational, she is quick to recognize emotion and act. 

has to be the stern parent out of her and gabe. she doesn’t know why they continue having children. they have no passion and she’s afraid she’ll wind up being like her mother.

sad bitch bad bitch (tbh ophelia too but)

honestly the epitome of almost every single lily allen song.

we stan.

wanted connections.

considering i can only come up with unique connections when i have a theme going (like classic movie lines for ophelia’s), i can’t think of anything very unique, but:

someone she cheats on gabe with (gender doesn’t matter)

friends?

people she gossips with/wine buddies

???????

STAY TUNED!!

and then we also love brainstorming.

N E WAY. LIKE THIS OR HMU IF U WOULD LIKE 2 PLOT !!

[rowdy-revenant]

Fighting Feelings

Based on the request by anonymous and the song "I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore" by REO Speedwagon 

Pairing: human!Gabriel x reader

Words: 900+

Warnings: A bit of angst

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"Hey, pass me a beer?"

Gabriel obliged and handed you a bottle. Your fingers brushed against his for a second. Your heart skipped a beat as you took the glass bottle from him and took a seat beside your friend.

You were outside, watching the sun set into hundreds of beautiful shades. Red, pink, yellow overtook the blue. Wind pushed some golden strands of hair into Gabriel's face. "So." He said.

"So..." You replied. You popped open the beer cap and took a sip. The swinging bench on Gabriel's front porch was a little too small for your liking. Gabriel was pretty close to you. You half wanted him to yawn and reach an arm around you.

"I'll miss you. I mean, there'll be nobody else to help prank the Winchesters!" Gabriel exclaimed.

You laughed. "I'm sure you'll find someone."

"But Y/N, there's nobody like you." Gabe said.

You could feel your cheeks grow red. "Th- thanks..." You stammered.

It was quiet for a beat. That sort of awkward silence you wanted to break by pushing your lips against his. But no, you were friends. Nothing more than friends.

"I'll miss you."

"You said that already, Gabe."

Gabriel shrugged. "Well, it's true."

"How long have we been friends for?" You asked him.

"I lost track. Since we were in diapers?" Gabriel chuckled. "You've been there through everything."

"Thick and thin," You recalled. "All of your dumb phases..."

Gabriel moved his blonde hair over one of his eyes, reminiscent of his eyeliner and too much hair-gel era. "It's not a phase!"

You both laughed, and he moved his hair back into place. You fought the urge to move that one last strand away from his eyes.

And soon you wouldn't even be in the same country. You'd received a job offer in London too good to turn down. So Gabriel threw you a party, just to celebrate your last day together.

God, that made it sound like you were a couple being broken up. But Gabriel didn't like you. Not the way you liked him.

Or so you thought.

You sat down, staring at the ticket in your hands. A new life. Was it worth it?

"You look like absolute shit." Balthazar commented with a soft chuckle.

"Wow. Thanks." Gabriel replied sarcastically.

Balthazar walked closer to his friend. "You're an idiot, you know."

"Does this conversation have a point, other than crushing my self esteem?" Gabriel asked, narrowing his eyes.

Balthazar muttered a few choice words in French before he continued. "You're blind, and  so is Y/N. Are you seriously the only ones who can't see you love each other?"

"What? No, I'm just a friend." Gabe mumbled.

Balth snacked him upside the head. "No you're not. Y/N adores you, and you most definitely have feelings to return."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying go before it's too late."

You looked at your carry-on bag, double checking in your mind that you had everything. Something was missing.

Gabriel's knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was running out of time. He had to get there. He had to tell you.

You looked at your phone. Was it too late to send one last goodbye? And maybe, just maybe a little confession?

Gabe rushed into the airport, his hair a mess.

A woman looked up from her desk. "I'm sorry, sir. Can I help you?"

"I- I'm just looking for a friend."

"What time does their flight land?" She asked.

"No, it's leaving." Gabriel replied. He gave her the flight you had and the attendant typed something into her computer and sadly looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, sir. That plane left half an hour ago."

You still talked over the phone and on Skype, but the whole thing seemed forced. Awkward, even.

"Gabriel, I won't be able to chat on your birthday." You said sadly.

His face fell, but he forced a smile. "I understand."

You sighed. "I'm sorry, I've just got plans."

'A date' Gabriel thought. "No worries." He replied curtly.

"I'll see you around, Gabe."

"See you."

"Goodb-" You started before he ended the call.

To say Gabriel was pissed was an understatement. It was like you didn't even want to see him anymore.

Maybe you just didn't need him anymore.

April 1st rolled around, and Gabriel was having a wonderful combination of a birthday party and a personal pity party.

He stabbed at a slice of cake with a fork, sitting alone in his kitchen, watching his friends have fun.

"What's the problem, little bro?" Lucifer asked, sitting across from his brother.

"Y/N." Gabe said gloomily. "Y/N is the problem."

Lucifer bit his lip and glanced at the clock. "Right..."

The doorbell rang. Gabriel didn't even look up.

"You should get that." Lucifer told him.

Gabe shrugged and got up. He slowly made his way to the door to open it and find-

"Y/N?!"

"Surprise! Happy birthday slash April fools!" You said gleefully.

Gabriel's amber eyes lit up and he broke into a grin. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close before pulling away to look at you again. "God, I'm so happy I could-"

You kissed him. Right on the lips, like you'd dreamed of so many times. You ran your fingers through his hair, taking in the sugary scent he had around him, everything you had missed so much.

You pulled away for air. "-Kiss me?"

He smiled. "Exactly."

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