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[keeryhours]

birthday cake - rafe cameron

Baby daddy! Rafe x Baby mama! Maybank! Reader

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Summary:

It’s Iris’ first birthday, and Rafe may have gone a little overboard.

Warnings:

None, just birthday party fluff, some kissing

Word Count: 2,960

A/N:

I love baby daddy Rafe. Let me know if you want to see more!

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“Well don’t you look absolutely gorgeous!”

Iris smiled and clapped her hands, giggling at your excited expression. She was dressed in a big poofy pink dress, white Mary Janes on her feet. Her light brown hair had been gathered into two tiny pigtails. She had a party hat you would try to get a picture of her in later, but you knew better than to try to get her to actually wear it.

It was May 26th, exactly one year since the best, most amazing day of your life.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road,” JJ called as he walked through the living room carrying an armful of gifts. He had been packing the car the entire time you’d been getting Iris ready.

You picked up your daughter and sat her on your hip, grabbing her diaper bag and your purse with your free hand as you followed JJ to the door.

JJ got the last of the party supplies packed in the back of the car while you buckled Iris in her car seat, which turned out to be more difficult than expected with the floofy dress. You briefly wonder if you should have changed her at the country club.

You got it done eventually, and then you and JJ were on the road to Figure 8.

Rafe had insisted you hire a party planner. You argued with him on it at first, because you are perfectly capable of planning a first birthday party yourself, but he wouldn’t drop it, saying he didn’t want you stressing about planning and setting it up yourself. You had rolled your eyes, but he was paying for it, so you figured, what the hell.

It actually wasn’t bad at all. The party planner had involved you every step of the way just like you’d wanted to be. She let you make all the decisions while she made it all come together. It was honestly amazing.

You arrived at the country club just in time to get settled before guests began to arrive. JJ carried the gifts while you carried the baby. You had planned the party for the perfect time, she was freshly up from a nap and would probably stay in a great mood for the whole event.

Your eyes widened as you, JJ, and Iris walked into the event space that had been booked for the party. The theme you had decided on was Berry First Birthday, and it was the most extravagant baby’s birthday party you’d ever seen.

When Rafe had told you he wanted to take care of the party, you didn’t know what to think. He told you you’d still have full creative control because he knew you’d been looking forward to it, but he was going to cover it and he wanted to hire a planner. He let you make every decision, mostly staying out of it, his only instruction being “It has to be the best for my girl.”

There was a big balloon arch made up of red, white, pink, and berry colored balloons, including some actual strawberry balloons, sitting in front of a large pink backdrop with printed strawberries that said Iris’ Berry First Birthday. A vintage looking white high chair sat in front of it, a banner attached to the front that said One with pink and red tassels.

There was a long table filled with food, including some cookies in the shape of strawberries and a large spread of fresh fruit. There was a table that held champagne, which you thought was kind of funny for a one year old’s party. Another table held a giant 3-tiered white cake decorated with strawberries.

He had really gone all out. You weren’t sure why you had expected anything less.

Rafe came walking over the second he noticed you walk through the door, a grin on his face.

“There’s my birthday girl,” he said, reaching his hands out for Iris. She immediately held her arms out, leaning forward towards him.

You handed her over with a laugh, knowing you were no competition when Rafe was around. She was a complete daddy’s girl.

He placed a big kiss on her cheek as he settled her in his arms, and she giggled.

“You look so pretty, baby girl,” he complimented her, smoothing down the puffy skirt of her dress. “I love your dress.”

“Dadadadada,” she babbled in response, a gummy grin on her face. She still only had about 5 teeth. Rafe wore a pink shirt and khaki colored pants, and it was adorable the way he matched with her.

“You really went all out,” you said, taking in the extravagance of the event.

“Yeah, well,” he said, brushing you off and not taking his eyes off the baby, “she only turns 1 once.”

Rafe was always a real baby hog. Once he took her when you arrived, you had a hard time getting her back. You busied yourself arranging the gifts on the gift table and setting out the gift bags you had put together for all the guests.

Guests began to arrive not long after. You and Rafe greeted them together with Iris, the star of the show, in his arms. She absolutely ate up all the attention, giving everyone a big smile and tolerating being passed around to friends and family.

“It’s my bestie!” Sarah squealed as she walked up with Wheezie next to her, holding her hands out for her niece. Rafe reluctantly handed her over, mostly because Iris had already been reaching for Sarah anyway.

Sarah and Wheezie cooed at the baby, fussing over her outfit and hair. Rafe watched, looking impatient to get her back.

“I can’t believe you’re one already,” Sarah said, looking emotional as she hugged Iris to her chest. Iris tolerated the hold for about 2 seconds before she was wiggling free, and then she was reaching for Rafe again. Rafe took her back with a smug grin on his face.

“Me either,” you said, fighting back tears. You had been emotional all day, you definitely didn’t need to be reminded how monumental of a day it was.

You had been satisfied with cell phone pictures, but apparently Rafe had hired a whole photographer. She called you over now, to the backdrop.

There was a whole photo session while the guests helped themselves to the food and refreshments. Photos of you and Iris, Rafe and Iris, you, Rafe, and Iris together. Pictures with Iris, Rafe, Sarah, Wheezie, Ward, and Rose. Some of you and JJ with her. And of course a group photo with the pogues with the birthday girl in the center.

When it was time for cake, you settled Iris into the vintage high chair. JJ brought over her smash cake, which was a smaller version of the big cake - small, round, and white with strawberries painted in icing decorating it. There was a big 1 candle on top.

JJ handed the cake to you, and Rafe pulled out a lighter and lit the candle.

The two of you walked over to the high chair, holding the cake in front of Iris close enough to see but far enough away that she couldn’t reach the fire.

The whole party began to sing happy birthday, and it was then that it really hit you.

The past 365 days of your life flashed before your eyes. First smile, first laugh, first tooth, first word, learning to crawl. First night home from the hospital, when Rafe never strayed far from your side, holding newborn Iris every chance he got so you could eat and shower and sleep. The day she was born, when Rafe held your hand the entire time you were in labor, wiping the sweat off your face, feeding you ice chips, and telling you You’re doing amazing, babe. How it had been a complicated labor, and when she was finally out and you heard her cry, you both looked at each other and breathed out a collectively held breath of relief. Seeing your daughter for the first time, just a tiny little thing, brand new to the world and snuggling into your chest for comfort. Rafe holding her for the first time, looking at her with pure adoration, and the way he cried (but made you promise not to tell anyone about that).

Your eyes moved up to look at him, and like he had the exact same thought at the same time, he turned and his gaze met yours as you continued to sing the song. Tears welled up in your eyes and you saw his become glassy, too. You both smiled at each other, a million unspoken emotions conveyed between them.

When the song was over, you and Rafe blew the candle out together, watching Iris’ delighted face. Rafe removed the candle and you placed the little smash cake in front of Iris.

She examined it first, cautious. Rafe grabbed her little hand, dipping it in the icing and bringing it to her lips. She gladly put her fingers in her mouth, they were usually there anyway, but her face lit up with a smile when she tasted the buttercream icing.

“See? Mmm, yummy,” Rafe said, beaming at her.

“Ummy,” Iris repeated, and she dipped her hand into the cake willingly this time, grabbing a big handful and bringing it to her mouth.

Rafe laughed, delighted, and clapped his hands together once. Guests were taking pictures and videos on their phones, the photographer getting plenty of shots. Everyone continued to watch as Iris devoured her smash cake, eating until she couldn’t anymore.

You and Rafe cleaned all the cake off of her when she was finished, which always made her cranky. She screamed as you wiped her off, but you and Rafe only laughed. You were still feeling emotional.

The big cake was served to all the guests by country club staff, and again it occurred to you that you had never in your life seen such a grand event for a one year old.

Presents were opened after everyone ate, you and Rafe on either side of Iris as she ripped into her gifts. She was more interested in the paper and empty bags than the gifts inside them, but at least she was having a blast. You knew she’d be excited about the actual gifts later.

The gift table was already overflowing with the amount of guests at the party, but you swore that Rafe himself had brought half the table. It seemed like every other present handed your way had From Daddy written on it in Rafe’s handwriting.

Iris was asleep in Rafe’s arms by the time the guests began to leave. She was absolutely knocked out from all the excitement of the day.

Rafe stroked her hair absentmindedly as you both saw your guests off, thanking everyone for coming.

It was just close family and friends left, JJ and the pogues were loading up the car with Iris’ gifts while you ate another piece of birthday cake.

“Turned out pretty good,” Rafe said, speaking softly as he held your sleeping daughter.

“Are you kidding? It was amazing. You did not have to go all out like this.” You raised your eyebrows at him, icing smeared on your lips.

Rafe reached forward with his free hand, swiping his thumb across your lips and gathering up the icing. He popped his thumb into his own mouth, sucking the icing off as he held eye contact with you. You watched him, stunned for a minute.

“It’s no big deal,” Rafe said as if nothing had happened. “I wanted her to have a good party.”

You just looked at him. He was unbothered as usual.

“Well, it was a great party,” you finally said. “I appreciate it, Rafe.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to thank me for doing things for our daughter. I want to.”

You knew he was being honest. Rafe went overboard sometimes, this being a perfect example, but he had the best intentions and it wasn’t hurting anyone. It was hard not to fall in love with him when you watched him being the world’s best dad.

When the car was packed full and there were still plenty of gifts left, Rafe told the guys to start loading the rest in his truck.

“I’m worried all this stuff isn’t gonna fit in the house,” you said, furrowing your brows as you threw away some trash.

“Anything there’s not room for she can keep at my place,” Rafe offered. Most of her stuff was at your and JJ’s house, because that’s where she spent most of her time, but she certainly was spoiled at Rafe’s too.

When everything was successfully packed up, Rafe buckled Iris into her car seat. She was so tired she barely stirred, continuing to nap as he snapped the buckles around her body and carried her to your car.

Rafe locked the car seat into the base in your back seat. He turned to you, suddenly standing so close.

“I’ll follow you back to the house,” he said quietly. “Help you unload all this stuff.”

Back at the house, you carried Iris’ seat inside, unbuckling her and bringing her to her bedroom while Rafe and JJ unloaded the cars. You changed her out of her dress and into something comfy and let her hair down.

You rocked her in the glider. She was so worn out from her day she started to drift back off quickly, her eyes fluttering shut and body relaxing in your arms.

When you stood to lay her in her crib, you noticed Rafe standing at the door. You slightly jumped when you saw him, not expecting him to be there, which made him chuckle quietly and you gave him a playful glare.

You stepped out of the room, closing the door behind you and Rafe softly.

“She’s tired, huh,” Rafe observed, smiling at you. He was in a good mood today - it had been a good day.

“Worn out,” you agreed.

Rafe reached forward, rubbing his large hand down your arm. “You did really good, by the way.”

“It was fun,” you said. “But the planner definitely did most of the work.”

“She just did the boring part, you made the whole thing come together.”

You smiled back at him. He was being sweet, he was making an effort.

“I know everyone’s been saying it all day, but I can’t believe she’s actually one,” Rafe laughed, rubbing a hand over his face. “It feels like she was just born.”

Your smile was tinged with sadness, the emotions from the day sticking with you. “I know. It’s too fast. All of it,” You shook your head, thinking of how fleeting her baby days had been.

“I just wish…” Rafe began, looking down at his hands instead of at you as he spoke, “That I didn’t have to miss out on any of her life.”

You were silent. You knew what he meant. But you also knew that a relationship didn’t work between the two of you. It was toxic, you were both jealous, you fought all the time. When you co-parented as two single parents, things were easy. If only you could ignore the way he made you feel.

Rafe sighed when you didn’t respond. He said your name softly. You turned to look at him, finding his deep blue eyes staring into yours. He walked up to you until he was standing right in front of you, hand reaching up to play with your hair.

“Rafe…” you breathed, and you knew you should push him away, walk away, anything, but you don’t.

Rafe leaned down until his lips met yours, kissing you softly, gently. You felt yourself melt into his kiss, like every bit of common sense in your brain was dying.

His arms wrapped around your hips, pulling your body flush against his. Your arms went around his neck, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, massaging your own.

You moaned against his lips, which only egged him on more as he slid his hands around your body to grab your ass.

You pulled away just enough to speak. “JJ could walk back here at any second…” you whispered against his mouth.

Rafe’s lips quirked up in a smirk, because he didn’t particularly care about that. But he knew you did.

“Maybe we can go to your bedroom, then?” he proposed, his fingers stroking over your body and sending shivers across your skin.

You wanted to say yes. But it was always a bad idea, always such a bad idea - maybe for once you’d make a smart decision.

“I can’t…” you said, sounding like it pained you.

Rafe just held you for a second longer. Finally, he pressed his lips to your forehead, giving it a kiss as he pulled away from you, squeezing your arm as he let you go.

“I better get going then,” he said, and neither of you wanted him to, but you didn’t change your mind. You didn’t stop him.

Rafe turned and left the house before you could even say anything. You stood in the hallway until you heard the front door closing, his truck starting outside.

You briefly thought about running after him, begging him to come back and spend the night with you. But you don’t. You decide to have more respect for yourself than that.

But you spend the whole night in your bed, thinking of him, aching for him. Until you reach for your cell phone, charging on the bedside table. You send him an impulsive text, just seeing if he’s still up.

His response comes immediately.

Rafey

Knew you’d regret letting me leave.

[chic-a-gigot]

Mode-palace : album mensuel des dernières créations parisiennes. No. 7, juillet 1908, Paris. Planche coloriée no. 257. Toilettes d’été. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Première figurine. — Toilette en shantung de nuance mode, ornée de larges biais quadrillés de soutache line. Tunique-corselet, légèrement drapée devant et ornée de petits glands en passementerie sur une jupe unie. Corsage à triple bretelles, descendant sur les manches ballon en guipure, volantées de dentelle. Guimpe en guipure. Chapeau en paille anglaise, drapé de tulle et orné d’un panache de plumes.

First figure. — Shantung ensemble in a fashionable shade, decorated with large squared soutache line bias. Corselet tunic, lightly draped in front and decorated with small tassels in trimmings on a plain skirt. Bodice with triple straps, falling over the guipure balloon sleeves, ruffled with lace. Guipure guimpe. English straw hat, draped in tulle and decorated with a plume of feathers.

Métrages: shantung, 10 mètres; laize de guipure, 2 mètres.

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Deuxième figurine. — Toilette en voile de laine uni. Jupe-corselet croisée, ornée de boutons avec ganses. Corsage en linon brodé et mantelet en voile bordé d’une frange de soie. Manches courtes, bordées de franges sur les manches ballon en linon brodé. Chapeau en paille yedda, orné d’un nœud de soie claire et de plumes.

Second figure. — Ensemble in plain wool voile. Crossed corselet skirt, decorated with buttons with braids. Embroidered lawn bodice and veil mantellet edged with silk fringe. Short sleeves, edged with fringes on the balloon sleeves in embroidered lawn. Yedda straw hat, decorated with a light silk bow and feathers.

Métrages: voile, 6 mètres; linon, 3 mètres.

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Troisième figure. — Tunique princesse, drapée devant en lainage ou crêpe de Chine, bordée de soie pékinée et ornée de boutons avec ganses. Le corsage fournit les manches courtes, garnies comme la jupe et volantées de dentelle. Col en soie pékinée et cravate de dentelle. Chapeau en paille manille, orné de plumes.

Third figure. — Princess tunic, draped in front in wool or crepe de Chine, lined with pekin silk and decorated with buttons with braids. The bodice provides short sleeves, trimmed like the skirt and ruffled with lace. Pekin silk collar and lace tie. Manila straw hat, decorated with feathers.

Métrages: tissu, 7 mètres; soie, 2 mètres.

[natashaslesbian]

It's Rs birthday and she thinks everyone forgot but mama Nat was just organizing a big party for her

Birthday Girl

Word Count: 818

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You laid wide awake in your bed, watching the second tick by on your clock. 56, 57, 58, 59, 7am! You sat up quickly in your bed, silencing your alarm on the way to the bathroom. You got through your morning routine as fast as possible and got changed into your new clothes. Running through your apartment floor of the avengers tower, you were so excited to see your mom. You were Natasha’s little angel and you had the whole team wrapped around your little finger. You weren’t the first from one of the avengers, but being the first girl meant you were the princess of the tower. Tony bad always spoiled you rotten and everyone knew if they messed with you they would have to deal with the black widow. You were 13 today, another huge milestone to be celebrated throughout the tower.

“Mom!” You called as you ran through to the kitchen “I’m up!” You said. You searched the living room, the bathrooms and your moms bedroom but she was no where to be found. You figured she was running late after training and would be back any second, so you decided to grab a glass of apple juice to pass the time. It was then that you finally saw a note posted onto the front of the fridge ‘morning y/n! I’ve got to see Fury this morning for a mission debrief, I shouldn’t be too long so I’ll see you later’ it said. That’s it? You thought. No mention of your birthday, no ‘I love you’ it was so unlike your mom to leave such a cold note. You sighed as you moved around the kitchen, helping yourself to breakfast despite the promise you were going to cook with Natasha and Wanda this morning.

After you’d eaten, you made your way down to the main avengers floor. You knocked on a few bedroom doors while passing, Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Steve’s, all of your favourite aunties and uncles but there was no answer from anyone. “Uncle Tony?” You called as you entered the main kitchen “uncle Bruce?” You asked into the open space. The silence was deafening. Not a single hush or whisper could be heard. You trudged down the hallways feeling deflated, where was everyone? You thought you might at least pass someone on your travels but there was no one in sight. You decided to give your uncle a call, surely Clint wouldn’t have forgotten your birthday. He was supposed to be coming over in a few hours and after your morning so far you wanted to check he hadn’t changed his mind. Pulling your phone from your pocket you made your way towards the elevator, maybe a walk would clear your worries away.

You paused at the doors hearing a slight buzzing from around the corner. You brought your phone away from your ears to listen closely and you were convinced someone’s phone was ringing, you ended the call confirming it was Clint’s phone nearby. Was he here? Why would he ignore you like this? You tiptoed around the corner to investigate, heading towards the living area. It was dark when you got there, despite the room facing the east where the morning sun should’ve been blazing through. “Hello?” You whispered when you heard a shuffle in the shadows. All of a sudden, the lights came on and a crowd of people yelled in joy “happy birthday!” They said. Natasha, Clint, Wanda, Yelena, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Lila, Laura, Cooper, Steve and Maria where all stood underneath a huge pink birthday banner. There were balloons freely floating around the room and sparkly silver tassels hanging from the ceiling.

“Surprise baby” your mom said as she came to give you a big squeeze. “Mom” you smiled “I thought you, everyone” you said “of course not y/n, I’d never forget my most favourite day” Natasha said as she gently kissed your cheek. “Happy birthday y/n” Wanda said as she came over “I know we said we’d cook together but I’ve made your favourite, and a few extra surprises” she said as she gestured towards the table. There were pancakes, waffles, fruit, toast, scones and coffee and orange juice. “Wanda, thank you so much, you didn’t have to do that” you said “I wanted to sweetheart” she smiled “and I promise we’ll still cook together, me you and your mom” she said “maybe just me you, I doubt mom made any of this” you said, cheekily looking at Natasha. “Hey, I tried okay!” She said “yeah and you nearly set the kitchen alight!” Wanda said. You both laughed, knowing your mom was the worse cook. “I love you guys” you said as you leant into your mom. “We love you too baby girl” Natasha said “let’s eat, then we can open some presents” Wanda said. You were the luckiest girl alive to have these people as your family.

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[lumiconic]

“ i’ll call you home ”

✧  diluc, thoma, zhongli, eula, mona, lumine, kazuha, yoimiya ; domestic fluff

✧  recently i’ve been really into two hearts by nzca lines :3

… diluc brings flowers home every single day. soft curls of light purple honeysuckle and padisarah that tickles your nose with its sugary scent. strings of primrose that he weaves into dainty crowns with surprising tenderness. exotic and bright hibiscus and glaze lilies, bouquets of bright yellow forget me nots, and a stunning arrangement of apple blossoms, white clover, and dahlia. every blossom has eons of meaning behind it, the academic kind of which you could barely begin to fathom; but his gentle smile when he presents you with a freshly picked red rose is enough, you think, to understand it all.

… thoma takes care of every chore around the house, with the kind of speed and skill that makes you look amateurish in comparison. though he’s an expert at every chore, your favorite will always be when he does the laundry, because no matter how much sweet-smelling soap he uses, he is always wreathed in the sharp scent of smoke that seeps into the fabric itself. maybe he doesn’t notice because it’s so constant, but you do, and you love it. you can close your eyes, press your nose to your favorite shirt and take a deep breath and imagine that he is right there, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

… zhongli remembers how you take your tea, whether you prefer sharp mint or sweet black or bitter matcha. he always makes sure to choose the most perfectly decorated pot, studded with gemstones in your favorite color or swirled with elaborately opulent metal shavings. when you arrive home, the moment you close the door behind you, he’s there holding a freshly brewed pot and all the honey or sugar you could want, and the curls of steam rising into the air from the ornately carved lip of the teapot frame his understanding and calm look as he asks how was your day?

… eula is always practicing her dancing, whether in the tiny, unconsciously imperial tapping of one heel against the floor, or a real performance where she throws her lithe frame into each move with all the force she can muster. in the privacy of her own home, she enjoys music, and loudly. the kind of thumping volume that brings a grin to your face. because, no matter what room you’re in you can hear the sound of it pulsing through the floor and follow the noise to find her, performing for an imaginary audience with her eyes closed tight and a beautiful smile spread across her icy, regal features.

… mona knows her apartment is small and desolate, can feel it in the cramped edges of her bedroom where dust collects quicker than she can wash it away. but she is prideful, and refuses to have the person she loves living with her in a place that feels empty or ugly. she throws herself into decorating, exchanging star readings for vases of fresh cecelias, taking money saved from her astrology column to purchase cheap tapestries that she adorns herself with hand woven tassels and specks of glimmering stone, and making it hers. making it yours. in the end, it looks as beautiful as any regal palace.

… lumine’s true home is among the stars, but for now she resides in an enchanted teapot, with you as her most special tenant. with a wave of her hand, she summons anything you could possibly want; a game of popping balloons, a bed with pillows as soft as clouds, entire hot springs. you would ask her to slow down, to stop exerting herself on extravagances like this just for you, but she looks so excited, blushing bright red and smiling shyly, whenever she presents you with a new gift, and there’s something flatteringly magical about how she offers you these things crafted with nothing but love.

… kazuha has had no desire for a physical house, because every gathering stormcloud, glimmering dewdrop, whisper of wind that gusts through his hair is home to him, the expanse of beauty that can be found in every inch of teyvat. so if he were to show you his home, it would be from underneath a silk umbrella he traded a hand written poem for, holding a melon he sliced with his iron sword, sweeping his fingertips out over the plains of inazuma with a serene smile on his face as he awaits your response to his eager joy at showing you, the person he loves the most, the things he considers the most beautiful.

… yoimiya loves the bliss of waking up every morning to find you beside her. she loves that you are a permanent fixture of her life now, someone who’s there whenever she needs. if she could make you a holiday, an official cause to celebrate and roar her favorite songs over the hills and set off fireworks in the sky every single day, she would. maybe she can’t officially, but no one can stop her from celebrating on her own; baking lopsided cakes and carving your likeness out of wood and whispering your name into the wind with a giggle and cupping your face in her hands and planting kisses on your forehead and cheeks every night before you go to sleep.

© lumiconic ; please reblog and follow if enjoyed

[which-item-poll]

[mote-historie]

Georges Barbier for Jeanne Paquin, L'Odalisque, 1911.

Folding fan in balloon form, silk leaf stenciled with a dance scene, bone sticks painted with orange flowers on a midnight blue background, original tassel.

Sold for EUR 12,880 in 2021.

[thesturniolos]

hihi honey!! it's @sturniolosstar but it's not my main account so tumblr doesn't me ask on it :((

but anyways, i literally love you and was wondering if i could get a sturniolo matchup?

im straight, i’m like just about 5’5, i absolutely love reading (literally most of my money is spent on books) and i love anything pink. it kind of depends on who im with but i’m usually a mix between an introvert and extrovert, but either way i love spending time with friends and family. no matter where i’m going, i love to look clean and always be dressed up. and not even like a fancy way, i just always need to wear clean and good looking clothes.

anyways, i love you so so much <333

HI HON !!! ❤️

i match you with..

matt sturniolo!

- reading with matt is a must. y’all took a quick trip to a barnes and noble and he bought 15 books, a book sleeve, a small light, bookmarks, a mug to ‘cozy up with’ apparently and then ran to a target to get 30 dollars worth of snacks for your book area he was keen to build.

- matt washes all your clothes much to your protesting. he doesn’t let you even touch a washing machine, it’s his therapy. he likes to do everything for you and doing that was simply nothing, he wanted to do more.

- ever since you moved in, his pure black room now has a small corner for your vanity and wardrobe. the sheets are now pink with small white bow on them, vases filled with flowers on his bed side table and do you know what? he loves them. it reminds him of you and his room doesn’t smell of paint anymore, more like tulips. as for his gaming setup, he has noticed a few features of small teddy bears but he doesn’t mind, they’re now rested against his monitor watching him play.

- this man will send 100 dollars for you to get a high ass quality mani and pedi done with no notice. ping- matt sent 100 for a girls day out. he expects to see your nails all pretty, knowing you love that. sometimes even asks for his initial on the end but he loves to see the cool patterns on them too.

- for your birthday, this man will go wild on presents and he will tell everyone that it’s his girl’s special day. he buys a cake shaped in a heart, pretty and pink, confetti poppers, pink table runners, pink balloons, pink tassels, pink party hats, pink candles (19 in total.) - everything.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[themistressdomme]

Mommmyyyyy!!! Guess what? It’s my birthday today! Woo!

For the past couple of days, I’ve been really excited to tell you. I’m just a very shy person… I also am very self-conscious of my birthday. I’m working on self-love, but for some reason on my birthday I feel like I have to be even more behaved. I just go nonverbal… I feel like if I celebrate, it would look selfish. I’m just so used to working for others, I forgot to work for myself- oops! Even telling you this, feels like I’m being mean 😭.

What do you propose we do to celebrate? I’m just your silly little housewife… maybe a day where we’re all soft, reassuring… maybe some gentle, slow, and soft sex, where you praise me and tell me that I just don’t need to worry… ahhh, I’m helpless right now, mommy 🥺

Haaappy birrrrthday to yooooou~ Haaappy biiirthday to yooou~ Happy biiiiirthdaaaaay dearrrrrr Muuuuuugiiiii~ Haaaaaappy biiiiiiirthdayyy toooooo youuuuuuuuu!!!🎶~~~ Hip hip!! Hooray!!! Hip hip!! Hooray!!!

Oh my goodness! Happiest of birthdays, my Lav!!!! You're working on self-love, and I am so proud of you for that, love!! So proud! Always remember that you have absolutely no reason to be conscious that you might come across as selfish! After all, if there's one day that we all deserve to be tad bit selfish on, it's our birthday! 🤗 Keep going, keep trying your best to work on yourself! You deserve it most than other people, because you can care better for them when you are cared for by yourself!! 🥰

Oh, my darling little housewife. I'd make sure to spoil you rotten, hm? I'd send you out of the house for a couple of hours so that Mommy can decorate the entire place up for her special little doll. So many balloons (maybe even a balloon arch???), tassels on every single doorframe, and so many little presents hidden all over the house as a little scavenger hunt, perhaps? All for my special birthday girl 🥰

When you're done with that, we'll have a little candle-lit dinner, and Mommy would have tried her best to cook! If it's inedible, we shall order in 😅 I think you might not want to go to a fancy place out, since you say you're a little self-conscious of coming across as selfish, so let Mommy do everything for you at home, okay? I'd tell you how perfect you are as Mommy's little housewife; how proud I am of all that you have accomplished in your life, and how I am the luckiest person alive to have you be my home 🤗

After dinner, we'll get into a hot bath that I've drawn for us 🥰 There will be bubbles and petals floating in the water, and candles everywhere for my sweet thing. I'll get in first and extend a hand, helping you get in. We'll get settled, me behind you, and I'll run my hands softly all over your body, whispering in your ear how beautiful and perfect and gorgeous and pretty Mommy's little housewife is 😘 So many little kisses on your head. I'd remind you that today is all about you, and how Mommy wants to make it all about you, so no feeling guilty! 🥰

Maybe Mommy will get a little naughty in the bath, hm? After all, my hands will be roaming...

I'll wash your hair for you, if you want, and when we rinse off, I'll wrap you up in the fluffiest bath robe that I'd have gotten for you as part of your presents 😋

Then I'll lead you onto the bed. We can have soft cuddles in bed that eventually turn into the softest, gentlest, slow sex 🥰😘 Full of kissing and "good girl"s, and "you're doing so good for me"s. Anything for my birthday girl 😉

Happy birthday again, sweet angel! I hope you have an absolutely fantabulous day!!! 😘😘😘

[gloryhrs]

⟡ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍! ━━ 「 Ichigo Kurosaki & Hichigo Shirosaki. 」

male reader. ʚɞ req — @evet1224 (๑ᵕ◡ᵕ) ʚɞ not proofread!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ EVER since Ichigo separated himself from his hollow his life has been a living hell. Once they separated from themselves Ichigo told the hollow that he can stay with them, as long as he promised not to hurt his family and friends. For the past two years, Hichigo managed to keep his promise, but instead of trying to kill everyone around him, he just follows Ichigo around and continuously work his nerves just for the hell of it. It took all the strength in Ichigo’s body to not kill the hollow, but he was surely thinking about it late at night when he sees him snoring loudly in his sleep.

The hollow yawned loudly as he continued to flick through the channels on the television, "Fuck, I’m so bored." He laid his head on the couch pillow with a frown on his face, today Ichigo left for school which means he couldn’t follow him around to aggravate him. He was about to drift off into a deep sleep but heard the door open, making his ears perk up instantly. He raised his eyebrow as he watched Ichigo place multiple bags on the kitchen table, "Hey brat, what the hell is all of this?" He jumped off the couch to search through the bags which contained party decorations, candy, and a bunch of other miscellaneous shit Hichigo didn’t recognize.

Ichigo rolled his eyes at the nickname Hichigo gave him, "My boyfriend just graduated early from college overseas, so me and my family are throwing a party to celebrate him." The eighteen-year-old snatched the party decoration out of his hands whilst muttering insults under his breath. "Boyfriend? Someone likes you?" Hichigo attempted to hold in his laughter but failed miserably, the cackling of the hollow made Ichigo roll his eyes once more. He remembered when his own family didn’t believe him when he said he has a boyfriend. "C-Can I see a picture of this “boyfriend” you speak of?" He laughed and wiped the tears from his eyes, the thought of someone loving Ichigo romantically made him laugh even more.

"You idiot! Whose house do you think we’re in? And look! He’s right here!" Ichigo clicked on the photo of you, Hichigo's eyes widened and his laughter stopped immediately at the picture of the male before him. He had a clear dark brown freckled complexion that was sparkling in the sunlight, shiny ( h / c ) hair that seemed to be well taken care of, beautiful ( e / c ) eyes with glasses over them, and plump lips that has beauty mark under them. Ichigo smirked cockily and turned the phone back in his direction and his eyes soften at the picture, he remembered the backstory behind the photo vividly, he was on a picnic with you when multiple butterflies started to surround you. When you asked for help Ichigo’s first instinct was to take his phone out and started snapping pictures.

Hichigo felt like he had the wind knocked out of him at the picture, "My God." He muttered, someone that good-looking wanted something to do with Ichigo? Impossible! Ichigo’s grin remained on his face at the reaction of the hollow before him, "He’s quite stunning, isn’t he? I know." He shrugged his shoulders and started taking out the party decorations one by one, he was always prideful when it came to his boyfriend. He treated him like the most expensive trophy in the world waiting to be shown off, the number of times Ichigo bragged about you was insane.

"Hell yeah he is, I can’t wait to see him myself."

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ "WELCOME back ( Y / n )!" The Kurosaki family yelled as they popped the confetti poppers and blew the party horns with bright smiles on their faces. Your eyes widened at the bright and colorful balloons, tassels, and banner in the kitchen, "Congrats on graduating early ( Y / n )!" Yuzu and Karin wrapped their arms around your waist whilst laughing. You placed your bags down to help the two girls as you felt a heavy weight on your back, it didn’t take long for you to realize it was Isshin hugging you with dramatic tears leaving his eyes. "We missed you so much ( Y / n )! We were depressed without you!" The black-haired man continued to cry on your shoulder whilst going on about how Ichigo would take his anger out on him just for mentioning your name.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the father and his dramatic actions, when you first met him he was quite a handful. After the family released you from the hug another pair of arms wrapped themselves around you once more which almost knocked you down in the process, "I missed you, so fucking much." The familiar voice made your eyes water slightly. "I missed you, I’m so glad you’re healthy and well." You ran your hands through his soft and vibrant orange locks, you could feel the wet stains on your shoulder which suggested he was crying as well.

"Ahh I’m sorry guys, I didn’t intend on getting emotional." You chuckled and wiped the stray tears from your eyes, "No need to apologize, we all have feelings here." You raised your eyebrow and peaked your head over Ichigo’s shoulder to see where the voice came from. "I’m guessing you’re Hichigo, Ichigo told me a lot about you!" You removed yourself from your boyfriend’s grip to shake the hand of the pale-skinned male who had a smile on his face. He shook your hand and then placed a kiss on the back of it, his grin widened at your flustered complexion. 'He’s even cuter in person, Ichigo surely knows how to pick em.'

"Ichigo come help us cut the cake!" Yuzu tried to distract her older brother who was too busy getting held back by his dad. Hichigo continued to hold your hand to upset the male even more. Karin noticed the thick tension in the air and grabbed your hand to dragged you away from him, "Come on ( Y / n ), let’s open your gifts! The first one is from Ichigo!" She gave you the box wrapped in glitter wrapping paper. Once Ichigo calmed down he draped his arms around your shoulder from behind, even if he wasn’t the type to jealous easily he was still going to make sure to let people know that you’re dating him. And even Hichigo wasn’t going to come in the way of that.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ THE sound of birds chirping was the only thing Ichigo could hear as the sunlight temporarily blinded him when he opened his eyes, the strong smell of eggs, meat, and other products made him sit up completely. The male stretched his arms and yawned one final time before getting out of bed to make his way to the kitchen, the sound of your laughter made him smile himself from your contagious laughs. But once he reached the kitchen his smile immediately turned into a scowl at the sight before him, he watched as you laughed with Hichigo as he leaned himself on your body with the same grin on his face as well.

"Good Morning, Ichigo. We were just having a little talk." Hichigo smiled at the orange haired male who was ready to rip his head off, from the shit-eating grin on his face itself Ichigo could tell he was up to no good. "Good morning babe! I made you some breakfast!" His scowl disappeared the second you pecked his lips and handed the bowl to him, the smell of delicious food made him take his mind of the fact that Hichigo was still here, and he was close to his boyfriend whilst he was asleep. The thought still lingering in the back of his mind, thinking about what Hichigo could’ve done to you if he hadn’t learned to control himself.

"Thank you, babe, also do you mind if I talk to Hichigo for a minute?" He sat the bowl down and grabbed the hollow by his collar and shoved him down the hallway then slammed the door behind him. Once the door closed Ichigo pushed Hichigo up against the door with a nasty glare, "What do you think you’re doing?" He gritted his teeth together to stop himself from punching the lights out of the smirking male in from of him. "I’m just spending some time with ( N / n ), he even said I could’ve stayed over last night. What’s the matter?" Ichigo’s grip on his shirt tightened at the nickname he had given you whilst Hichigo pouted and tilted his head as if he was a child.

"Don’t push your luck, you bastard." He kept his grip on his shirt until a knock made him let go, "Sorry for interrupting you guys but I made you a bowl as well Hichigo!" The sound of your voice made the hollow smile as Ichigo scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I’ll be there in a second ( N / n )! I can’t wait to taste your delicious food!" He looked at Ichigo in his eyes to see his reaction, God, the pisssd of expression really brought joy into his life. This was going to be fun.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ HICHIGO glared at the Kurosaki when he pressed his lips against yours to form a passionate kiss, he watched as Ichigo opened one of his eyes to stick the middle finger at him before placing that same hand on your waist. For the past two weeks, he’d been competing against him to gain your attention. And right now he was winning, and Hichigo was furious about it. He sucked his teeth at the couple making out before a lightbulb appeared on the top of his head, the loud shatter made you pull away from the deep kiss to see Hichigo with blood covering his hand.

"Hichigo?! Are you okay?" You took his hand to examine the large gash on his blood-stained palm which came from the broken bowl that now lay on the floor. "No, it hurts so much." He closed his eyes and winced when your finger brushed against the cut, you quickly apologized and placed his hand down on the paper towel so blood wouldn’t start to drip on the couch.

"Can you hold this for me? I’ll get the first aid kit!" You jumped off the couch to go look for the medical supplies, Hichigo's frown quickly turned into a grin when he saw how the Kurosaki stared into his soul with hatred lingering in his eyes. "Why the grim look on your face? Is there something wrong?" He spoke and tilted his head to piss off the male even more, he could tell Ichigo was restraining himself from kicking his ass. "What the hell is your problem? And I know you did that on purpose!" He gritted his teeth at the hollow who only shrugged his shoulders at his idiotic question.

"Isn’t it obvious? I just want some attention from a cute guy, is it that bad?" He playfully pouted at the way Ichigo’s glare harden from his remarks. "Well that cute guy is my boyfriend, so back the fuck off." He went to the kitchen to grab the broom so he could clean up the mess Hichigo made, once he left the sudden snickering made him whip his head around. "What’s funny? I wanna laugh too." His grip on the broom tightened in case he needed to knock some sense into the pale-skinned male before him.

"Your boyfriend? By the time I’m done with him he’s gonna be o—" Hichigo couldn’t even finish his sentence because of the broom that smacked him in the back of his head harshly, the burning sensation from his head made him groan. He didn’t even have a chance to adjust to his surroundings before Ichigo snatched him up by his shirt, "Don’t you dare finish that sentence." The grin on Hichigo’s face made him flare up with anger.

"I have the first aid k— what’s going on?" You stared at the two male who looked like they were about to rip each other apart, the tension was so thick to the point you struggled to find air. "Ichigo?" You held the hand that was still gripping the shirt so he could let go, after finally letting go he rolled his eyes to pick up the broom to sweep up the broken glass on the floor.

"I’m sorry about him. May I see your hand?" You began to pour the alcohol onto the cloth, Ichigo clenched his jaw at the hollow’s dramatic behavior, the way he would whine and cry out every time you touched his hand was about to make him blow his top. Whilst scowling to himself an idea immediately came to mind, 'Since he wants to play that game.' He smirked as he pressed his nail to his face and slowly dragged it across his cheek with a loud hiss leaving his lips.

"Babe I think I just cut myself." He held his cheek in pain as you finished wrapping Hichigo’s wound, "What? How did this happen?" You turned your attention to him with your back now facing Hichigo who had a shocked expression on his face. "I don’t know, I was scratching my cheek." Tears started to gather up in his eyes, your heart started to ache when you saw his tears. You hated seeing Ichigo cry. Once you patched up his cut you pressed your lips against his cheek, the sight making Hichigo’s jaw drop.

"Hey, I think I need a kiss on my wound too." Hichigo pouted and held his hand for you to take, whilst trying to ignore the burning feeling in his chest. You nodded your head and kissed the palm of his hand gently, his smile never leaving his lips. Ichigo frowned deepened as he grabbed your hand, "Baby my cheek is starting to burn again, can I have another kiss?" He pointed to the bandaid with a pout as well.

"No, I think I need another one too!" Hichigo took your hand and began to drag you over to him, "No you don’t you asshole!" Ichigo held your other hand and dragged you back to his side. It didn’t take long for the males to start arguing whilst pulling you back and forth as your head started to throb. The two stopped when you pulled away from them and stood up from the couch with an aggravated expression.

"What the hell is the problem here? You two have been acting funny for the past two weeks!" You huffed at the two males who held their heads down in shame. "I’m...sorry, I just wanted your attention." Hichigo lifted his head up with shame written on his face as Ichigo nodded his head in agreement. "We didn’t mean to stress you out ( Y / n )." Ichigo looked back down at his lap to ignore your harsh glare that immediately turned soft from their confessions.

"Hichigo, you could’ve just asked. You know I would spend as much time with you for as long as you like. And the same goes for you Ichigo." You smiled at the two whose cheeks turned pink at the same time. "Now that we’ve cleaned things up let’s go back to watching the movie." You sat down between them as you leaned your head on Ichigo’s shoulder and intertwined your hand with Hichigo’s. For the entire day, the two males couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by their actions.

extended ending.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ YOUR soft snores was the only thing that could be heard throughout the room as you laid on your back with a small smile across your lips, "Stop pulling him or else he’ll wake up!" Ichigo glared at Hichigo whose arms were wrapped around your waist and his were around your torso. It was your idea to cuddle with the two so you could them the equal amount of attention even when you’re sleeping. "That’s because you keep hogging him to yourself!" Hichigo glared back at him which made Ichigo sigh in annoyance, of course he’s going to hog him, you’re his boyfriend!

"Asshole you shouldn’t even be here!"

©️ gloryhrs, 031723. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)/

[tiabwwtws-art]

Been playing a little game called pretend that I was given a written premise for fe engage characters and had to design them as if they didn't already have designs*. Here's Timerra, Panette, and Yunaka !

*kind of. I keep color palettes and generally follow that rule loosely but that's what it is in theory

Explanations/thought process bullet points below the cut

Timerra

I gave her Fogado's feathery sleeves and her mother's feathers in her hat to make them feel a little more connected

In her support with Alear she talks about wearing jewels and she straight up is not. Unless her balloons are jewels¿? So I gave her some

Because she starts off with Ike's ring, she now has Ike's sleeveless-nes with the one shoulder pad and the big cape.

Changed her hair a bit to fit jewelry I thought would be neat

Tried to keep metal off of her skin directly so she doesn't overheat

Flower motif. Just felt like the vibe

Tried to vaguely keep her original silhouette, in that her center of gravity is at her hips. Everything else "points" in that direction

Panette

With how dedicated she is to being a Solm Retainer, you'd think she'd present herself in the Solm fashion more. (Not that Solm fashion is very concrete; I mainly worked off of Seforia and my Timerra redesign for consistency in that regard. So she has the signature lightweight fabric and the tassels + beads to indicate wealth.)

She needs a hood because she is so pale and she is going to sunburn to death . Also it's a little bit gothy

She's significantly less gothy overall bc it seems to me like Presenting As Dignified As Her Station Requires is her whole thing, and being goth is just a hobby

Tried to make her center of gravity higher so that everything points to her shoulders and she's parallel and opposite to Timerra. Don't know how well I succeeded there

Had a difficult time fitting in her brawling into her design. She's embarrassed about it so she wouldn't really want to indicate it...but it's also practical to be ready to throw down if needed...I worked that out by having wraps around her arms that are mostly covered, but on second thought I could stand to extend those to wrap around her knuckles too

Yunaka

Wanted to lean into her mysteriousness + practicality while also letting her be flashy

She's transfem. To me.

Tried to contrast very lightweight assassin-y cloth with big chunky leather

She lowkey reminds me of wolfwood trigun so she obviously keeps her low cut neckline. In reference to him 🙏

Kept it simple but with flare (hopefully). Flashiness is in how her clothing works as she moves (the two-toned "cloak" flitting behind her should be striking) instead of flashiness in jewelry or accessories.

Spare knives at her belt seem appropriate

Tried to keep fluttery strips of cloth throughout her design as a motif

Piercing. Real and true

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 39, vol. 15, 1 octobre 1893, Paris. 19. Robe de mariée en satin duchesse. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

(19.) Robe de mariée en satin duchesse, de forme princesse. Cette robe est garnie dans le bas de deux biais superposés; elle se lace devant avec un large lacet de soie qui se termine par deux glands; dans le haut, petits collets en satin, surmontés d’une ruche de tulle de soie que l’on enlève le soir, la robe reste ainsi décolletée en V devant et dans le dos. Le dos de cette robe- est fait à petits côtés donnant au bas de la taille l’ampleur nécessaire à la traîne carrée. Manches ajustées, garnies d’une ruche de tulle, recouvertes jusqu’au coude par un ballon fleuri de petits piquets de fleurs d’oranger, petit bouquet dans les cheveux retenant un long voile de mousseline.

(19.) Princess wedding dress in satin duchesse. This dress is trimmed at the bottom with two superimposed biases; it is laced in front with a wide silk lace that ends with two tassels; at the top, small satin collars, topped with a ruffle of silk tulle that is removed in the evening, the dress thus remains V-necked in front and back. The back of this dress is made with small sides giving the bottom of the waist the necessary width for the square train. Fitted sleeves, trimmed with a ruffle of tulle, covered up to the elbow by a balloon flowered with small orange blossom stakes, small bouquet in the hair holding a long muslin veil.

Matériaux: 15 mètres de satin, 1 voile, 1 mètre tulle pour ruche.

[whatisflorencewearing]

May 21, 2023 - New York

Florence got together with the @gatsbybway leading ladies, from left to right, choreographer @sonyatayeh, writer @martyna_majok and director @rachel.chavkin.

She's wearing a @ullajohnson Resort 2019 Miro cream linen-blend hand-embroidered floral midi dress that features tassel ties, balloon sleeves with elasticated cuffs, a nipped waist, pleats and tonal crochet trims.

The antique 19th century coral-beaded and cut steel necklace with a carved head and cross pendant was purchased at @rebeccalsweeting.

[justforbooks]

One of the most subversive and original figures in 1980s popular culture was a whey-faced, cherry-lipped, matchstick-thin child-man who wore a red bow tie, white tasselled loafers and a shrunken grey suit, and lived in a giant playhouse with sentient furniture and a floating head. This was Pee-wee Herman, created and played by the actor Paul Reubens, who has died aged 70 of cancer.

The character appeared on stage in The Pee-wee Herman Show during the early 1980s but did not become known internationally until the release of the film Pee-wee’s Big Adventure (1985), which marked the doolally debut of the director Tim Burton. US cinema in the Reagan era drew heavily on the iconography of the 50s and early 60s, whether for purposes sweet (Back to the Future, Peggy Sue Got Married) or unsavoury (Blue Velvet, Parents); this big-screen outing for Pee-wee, who was already suffused with the spirit of bygone children’s shows such as Howdy Doody and Captain Kangaroo, fell somewhere in between. As with the stage and TV incarnations, the film’s undercurrent of kinkiness and innuendo never contaminated its air of gleeful innocence.

In a story modelled on the Italian neo-realist classic Bicycle Thieves, Pee-wee travels across the US in search of his beloved stolen bike. Along the way, he meets the undead truck driver Large Marge, poses as the wife of a convict, charms a gang of snarling bikers by dancing on the bar in platform heels, rescues the occupants of a burning pet shop (saving the snakes for last because he’s scared of them) and ends up at the premiere of a Hollywood movie about himself.

Pee-wee’s nasal voice and honking laugh seemed cultivated to irritate every bit as much as his playground rejoinders (such as “I know you are, but what am I?” repeated ad infinitum). But Reubens’s single-minded focus on playing him utterly straight – if that’s not the wrong word for a character steeped in camp – was vital to his success, which ballooned with the children’s TV show Pee-wee’s Playhouse (1986-90).

“We never tried to do ‘a-kids’-show-but-weird,’” he said in 2014. “I feel like my commitment to Pee-wee, the concentration required to stay in that character, makes it real to me.

“It’s a throwback and has lots of homage elements to it, but I always considered it a full-on real kids’ show even though it had all this adult humour in it. I took a lot of pride in being able to figure out ways to do stuff that could be seen by kids and grownups.”

Pee-wee’s Playhouse pushed the surrealism of the film even further. In one episode, Pee-wee marries a bowl of fruit salad, which is wearing a wedding veil. Years later, the scene was held up as an example of the character’s progressiveness, though in truth it would be a challenge to find a moment from Pee-wee’s oeuvre that did not serve that function.

Whether filling his 1988 Christmas special with LGBT+ performers and allies such as Grace Jones, kd lang, Cher and Little Richard, or hiring strapping, shirtless construction workers to build an extension made of fruitcake on the side of his playhouse, Pee-wee personified queerness without frightening the horses. One of the show’s messages, said Reubens, was that “nonconformity isn’t bad”.

Bumps in the road arrived in the form of a lacklustre film sequel, Big Top Pee-wee (1988), and two scandals: the first in 1991 when Reubens was arrested and fined for masturbating in an adult cinema, and then in 2002 when a police search of his collection of vintage erotica resulted in a misdemeanour charge for possession of child pornography, later reduced to probation for possession of obscene material.

He was born in Peekskill, New York, to Judy (nee Rosen), a teacher, and Milton Rubenfeld, a former founding pilot of the Israeli air force, who went on to sell cars and to own a lamp store. When Reubens was nine, the family moved to Sarasota, Florida. He was educated at Sarasota high school and Boston University, and studied acting at the California Institute of the Arts, where his classmates included David Hasselhoff.

He became a regular fixture on the comedy club circuit, and appeared 14 times on The Gong Show, the competitive TV variety series. “You could go on more than once if you were in disguise,” Reubens explained; he acquired membership of the Screen Actors Guild after winning the contest.

It was as part of the Los Angeles improvisational comedy group the Groundlings that he first developed Pee-wee Herman. He also went on The Dating Game (known to UK audiences as Blind Date) as Pee-wee, having filled out the application form and auditioned entirely in character.

After failing an audition for the 1980-81 season of Saturday Night Live, Reubens borrowed $5,000 from his parents to produce The Pee-wee Herman Show. It ran for five months in Los Angeles, later touring the US, and led to a one-off HBO special as well as absurdist turns on Late Night with David Letterman, during which Reubens never broke character.

“I always felt it was conceptual art, but no one knew that except me,” he said. “I went out of my way to make people feel Pee-wee was a real person. It worked way better if people were going: ‘Who the hell is that?’”

His non-Pee-wee appearances were largely restricted to the years after Pee-wee’s Playhouse ended in 1990. Burton gave him a cameo as the Penguin’s father in Batman Returns, and he played a vampire in the original film version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (both 1992).

He starred in the family comedies Dunston Checks In and Matilda (both 1996) and played a flatulent superhero in the comedy Mystery Men (1999) as well as a pot-dealing hairdresser in the crime drama Blow (2001). Most of his subsequent roles took the form of animation voice-work or eccentric guest spots on sitcoms, such as 30 Rock (2007) and What We Do in the Shadows (2019).

Pee-wee’s periodic returns were always greeted with affection. A new version of The Pee-wee Herman Show, which reached the stage in 2010, and the delightful, Judd Apatow-produced Netflix film Pee-wee’s Big Holiday (2016), gave Reubens a chance to repair definitively any lingering damage done by his arrests.

“I wrecked it to some degree, you know?” he told the New York Times. “It got made into something different. The shine got taken off it. At a certain point, I just wanted to have a better end to my career.”

He is survived by his sister, Abby, and brother, Luke.

🔔 Paul Reubens (Paul Rubenfeld), actor and writer, born 27 August 1952; died 30 July 2023

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

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[notsomodernwoman]

Just some ramblings

I’m thinking of decorating my room for Valentine’s Day. Usually, I’ll do my mantle and it’s festive.

For my room I was thinking heart tassels (like the emojis but down not across) the pillows would have red cases, maybe even a heart pillow. I am in the process of sewing a red throw blanket so that’s on theme. Lastly, I might put balloons up (he doesn’t like flowers)

Either way, I will make him a nice dinner, have his favorite wine available (or be ready to make our mixed drinks).

❤️-❤️-❤️-❤️

[faelune-home]

FFXIVWrite 2023 #22: Fulsome

(A/n: First thought when I read the descriptions for this prompt was immediately Eulmore and how affected and excessive all of the glitz and glamour is. And while I know Alphi's arc in Eulmore is just as much to highlight how much he's grown and changed and become a better person, I can't help but think surely he'd find it all really tacky since he's also lived a more upper crust kinda life. Just as another comparison point.

Like the amount of gold and drapery in there feels like a child's idea of what makes a posh and fancy place. Which is probably the point, especially given how sequestered away the citizens are in their own bubble vs the rest of the world. I just think he'd be valid to have that little bit of judgey-ness on the decor and all it would imply about the people living there too.

Word count: 664)

Eulmore was a blinding sight on Kholusia’s rocky shore, a ghastly white bleached bulge of a tower against the unchanging horizon, looming ominously above the desperate smallfolk at its gates. Every glint of gold another reminder to the people living in squalor what they wanted, what they desired.

For Alphinaud standing on the rocky shore, his first impression from the exterior alone was garish and oppressive, flags and banners swaying in a non-existent breeze like a noble mockingly waving a hand at the peasantry as they passed. The rounded towers that dotted around the central pillar, draped in gold threaded fabric, reminded him of bulbous balloons like those seen at fetes or celebrations. But there were no cheers or merriment in the air. 

The grand display of opulence was purely for the pleasure of those inside, ignorant to the risk of the world’s suffering, while everyone outside was left to envy and despair.

He could certainly picture what the world beyond those walls would be like. He spent many a day over that year looking at that towering city and imagining what lives the people must lead, what walls they must walk through that allowed them to blissfully ignore the world’s plight, to enjoy their grandiose lifestyle while others suffered. 

When Alphinaud finally did get the chance, reunited with Fhara and set on a deep infiltration, his every impression was confirmed; it was a grotesque fantasy of paradise. 

Appearance wise, the grand canopy at the uppermost floors of the city was coated in gold and velvet and jade, every fine mineral and jewel alike encrusted into golden pillars up the walls and the archways through the rooms; the tile grout painted gold, the aetheryte draped in fine silks and tassels; an overpowering scent of rose in the air, and he could hazard a guess that there was an additional source for that other than the whole flowers suspended in the waters around the aetheryte.

The whole thing was kitschy and gaudy in excess, an assault on the senses, as though using every valuable and expensive material they could find would be enough to display their lavish wealth. Every inch another reminder of the heights these people had climbed to. No doubt from clambering on the backs of others rather than their own effort just to reach their imitated grandeur.

He and Fhara were lead to the parlour, where a grand fountain stood central to the bar, draped in gold chains and softly glowing purple lights. The citizens chatted freely at tables and on stools around the bar, conversation flowing as freely as the wine. A whiff of the alcohol caught his nose as he passed by an over enthusiastically gesturing patron, making his face scrunch up at the overpowering scent. 

Cheap, possibly just heavy alcohol with little regard for taste. For somewhere that wanted to showcase how rich and cultured they were, it was fitting that their booze was as fake as their surroundings. All show with little class.

But it didn’t change the fact that they still had an abundance of it, even if they got drunk off it to whittle the days away in blind, uproarious ignorance. They had an abundance of everything, he noted, seeing the other tables gorge on plates of food, layered in fine fabrics and furs, fingers glinting with every jewel one could fit on a finger.

Surrounded by laughter and cheer, he had to forcefully bite his inner cheek to prevent a scowl. Instead he forced a polite smile once the pair finally reached the table of their new patrons. Their new masters. He had a duty to perform while they were here, one he had even come up with, but even so, there was a sense of unease and nausea churning through every inch of him. It almost made him want to leave as soon as they could, as soon as they’d done what they needed to.

The whole place reeked of insincerity. It was sickening.