#that classic vintage Messi look

[lukitachocolatecroissant]

Omg I wanted to screenshot this yesterday too but wasn’t quick enough. Thank you OP! 😍

3 goals 2 assists with this haircut is such a dream !❤️

MODEL MODE ENGAGED!!!

[astrolook]

⭐Some Astrology Behind your Quirks⭐

Here's my post about your looks - Some Astrology Behind Your Looks

Note: These are just my personal observations over the years, so let me know in the comments if anything hits home! This post is based on Western astrology!

Venus in Aries - Cat lady vibe. Might have a pet. Sun-kissed glow. Got that X factor. Loves attention. Wears bold jewelry or accessories. Loves the sun or likes the color Yellow. Cheerleader energy. If afflicted or in Rx, could feel insecured about their looks.

Mercury in Taurus - Calm face, steady gaze. Style leans classic, sometimes vintage. If afflicted, might look tired or underdressed. In retrograde, it's that “I just woke up but it’s 4PM” look.

Jupiter in Taurus - Full cheeks, sturdy build. Belly shows abundance (or snacks). Might’ve been a chubby kid. Sometimes wheezy.

Jupiter in Gemini - Lean frame, animated face, eyes dart like thoughts. If afflicted, features look scattered, like a collage that doesn’t quite blend. If retrograde, eyes seem trapped in their own head, like they’re stuck choosing a lane.

Mars in Gemini - Slim build, fast movements, talkative face. If afflicted, fidgety, scattered gaze, may look wiry or strained. If retrograde, tired eyes, overworked aura, like they're second-guessing themselves.

Venus in Cancer - Round face, doe eyes, soft or maternal expression. If afflicted, puffy features or closed-off vibe, like hiding behind sweetness. If retrograde, eyes look nostalgic or mournful, like they miss something unspoken.

Moon in Cancer – Round eyes, soft cheeks, a face that looks like it’s felt everything. If afflicted, moody or puffy features, like they’ve been crying or holding it in. Distant gaze, as if beauty is there but emotionally checked out.

Saturn in Leo - Defined features, serious stare, looks like they’ve had to grow up fast. If afflicted, stiff vibe, like they’re trying too hard to seem confident. If retrograde, tense face, like they’re always lowkey arguing with themselves.

Mars in Leo - Big presence, confident face, might have great hair or bold style. If afflicted, comes off a bit forced, like they need to be seen. If retrograde, looks frustrated or blocked, like they wanna shine but something’s holding them back.

Venus in Virgo - Neat features, clean style, that effortlessly tidy look. If afflicted, poor hygiene or unkempt vibe, like they gave up on trying. If retrograde, beauty’s still there just super understated, easy to overlook.

Moon in Libra - Balanced face, pretty smile, always looks composed. If afflicted, distant eyes, like they’re pretending they’re fine when they’re not. Beauty feels cold or guarded, like they’re stuck between feelings.

Saturn in Libra - Classic beauty, serious stare, looks like someone you'd fall for and regret it. If afflicted, cold charm, like they broke hearts before lunch. If retrograde, heartthrob energy but gentle like the one who won’t break your heart.

Mars in Scorpio - Intense eyes, magnetic presence, looks like they know all your secrets. If afflicted, heavy energy, like they’re carrying old pain on their face or a man-child and overly emotional. If retrograde, still deep but emotionally shut in like they feel everything but won’t show it.

Venus in Scorpio - Sharp eyes, intense stare, features that draw you in without trying. If afflicted, messy vibe, might look seductive but unpolished or emotionally drained or delusional. If retrograde, beauty feels hidden or downplayed, like they’re not ready to be seen.

Moon in Sagittarius - Open face, bright eyes, looks like they laugh even when they’re sad. Weight fluctuations. If afflicted, restless expression, guarded eyes, like they’ve been through too many ups and downs. Smile doesn’t reach the eyes like they’re stuck pretending everything’s fine.

Saturn in Sagittarius - Long limbs, thoughtful face, looks like someone who’s always learning the hard way. If afflicted, chaotic or unkempt vibe, may struggle with addiction, no sense of balance or direction. If retrograde, still carries weight well, but it shows in slouched posture or quiet overwhelm.

Jupiter in Capricorn - Defined jaw, serious expression, looks like success in progress. If afflicted, materialistic vibe, stiff energy, may hoard or overcompensate with status. If retrograde, still polished but toned-down like wealth in quiet mode, juggling too much inside.

Mars in Capricorn - Always looks like they’re grinding, calculated energy, moves with purpose. If afflicted, takes shady shortcuts, fake deals, hustles with no structure. If retrograde, does it all alone, struggles to delegate, trust issues with teamwork.

Venus in Aquarius - Unique style, cool aura, looks like they flirt just by existing. If afflicted, offbeat in a try-hard way, gives “I’m different” or "Am not like other girls" but also distant and detached. If retrograde, still quirky but less bold like they’re keeping the weird under wraps.

Mercury in Aquarius - Sharp eyes, spaced-out look, like their thoughts are ten steps ahead. If afflicted, detached or smug vibe, talks smart but comes off cold or hard to reach. If retrograde, still distant, but softer like they’re deep in thought and forgot to speak.

Saturn in Pisces - Looks spaced out, like they’re always emotionally tired but trying to hold it together. If afflicted, avoids stuff, quits halfway, can’t move on especially from people they shouldn’t miss. If retrograde, still overwhelmed, but hides it better keeps feelings locked up to survive.

Jupiter in Pisces - Gains weight easy, soft face, looks like they stay in bed too long and cry at movies. If afflicted, manipulates with guilt, brags while playing humble, uses people’s kindness. If retrograde, still wants attention and comfort, just sneakier about it won’t admit it out loud but really warm and kind.

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[sukuna-ryo]

Jjk Men College Au

Headcannons

Nanami Kento

Finance Major

Blonde neatly styled hair, sharp cheekbones, thin lips, light brown eyes, glasses pushed up the nose bridge, dark circles, well-groomed and tidy, looks more professional than the professor, you thought he was a professor when you first saw him, calm and composed, stoic, mature, responsible and reliable, emotionally intelligent, good with people, helpful, no-nonsense-adult attitude, pragmatic, cynical, intelligent, tactical, tech-savvy.

Early morning lectures, blue dress shirts, khaki trousers, leopard print ties, networking, finance club, seminars, workshops, turns in assignments before due date, stockbroker internships, libraries, desk lamps, late night study sessions, midnight snacks, ink pens, vintage cars, leather seats, cracking knuckles, strained shoulder muscles, working out, not compromising on physical health despite having a demanding major, does jujutsu as hobby.

College-personal life balance, strength of character, disciplined, organized, heartthrob (unaware), husband material, would probably fall for someone just as diligent as him.

Ryomen Sukuna

Kinesiology Major

Red hair, fiery personality, strength, endurance, gym, MMA fighter, training, late night MMA matches, muscles, tattoos, tattoo artist best friend, frat parties, alcohol, girls, messy sex life, doesn’t do relationships, toxic, fans and fan clubs, future MMA champion, media coverage, athletic, strong-headed, willpower, intelligent, calculative, cunning, missing lectures, top ranker despite not studying much, arrogant, crazy, borderline criminal, don’t try to date him pls.

Leather jackets, ripped jeans, cologne, smirk, loud, reckless, always on the move, fights, wins, clubs, stays up late, doesn’t care, bad boy persona, high status, no commitments, love for chaos. Tension in the air when he enters, always the center of attention, fans everywhere, no time for weakness, doesn’t need to try.

Tattoo sleeve, arms covered, history of fights, scars, reputation, strength, untouchable, doesn’t play by rules, barely attends class, still aces it. Smirks, keeps moving, doesn’t stop. Drinks, casual, no relationships, cold heart. Only more battles ahead, all eyes on him, unpredictable, dangerous, charming.

Geto Suguru

Philosophy Major

Long black hair, weird side bangs, manbun, hidden tattoos, sharp dresser, classic casual but always expensive, calm and composed, mysterious yet friendly to those who matter.

Religious studies, top student, always reading something deep, debates with professors over lunch, having lunch with professors, doing pottery in his free time, sharp opinions, loud thoughts, a little racist, has a vision for an ideal society, probably loves Pythagoras and his cult, wishes to have something similar, always scribbling down ideas in random places, likes to keep things classy but low-key, sharp, calculating, deeply invested in his beliefs.

Volunteers at orphanages, good with children, art hobbies, loves to talk about philosophy, sometimes found debating late at night in the library, always in deep thought, a bit of a perfectionist, not easily impressed by others, enjoys challenging people intellectually, likes to put effort into his appearance, always carrying books on ethics, metaphysics, and society.

Popular amongst women, Gojo’s best friend, your grandma would probably like him, friendly but keeps a bit of distance, doesn’t open up easily but will be there for you when needed, composed around strangers, warm to those he’s close to, respects loyalty, his ideal partner would be someone with similar intelligence and values.

Gojo Satoru

Business major

6'4, blue eyes, trust fund guy, loud, jolly, eccentric, talented, arrogant, sarcastic, wants to make friends but misunderstood by those around him, comes off as off-putting, rich family, only heir, prodigy, diamond spoon kid, first in everything, Geto's best friend.

Gets bullied because of his white hair, shades, blindfolds, people think he has some weird kink, has fangirls regardless, popular loner, sharp dresser, stands out, hates attention, smirk always in place, makes people uncomfortable with his confidence, carefree but secretly lonely, sharp-tongued, cracks jokes all the time.

Easily gets on people's bad side, works to keep up his image, loves challenging authority, doesn't care about consequences, fiercely protective of his friends, holds grudges, always first to show up, leaves last, high-profile business role in his future, a bit of mystery that draws people in, keeps everyone at arm's length.

Wants to be understood, still pushes people away, walks into a room and demands attention, but doesn’t say a word, people notice him immediately, no one dares challenge him, but it’s not for lack of trying, takes classes seriously, skips boring ones, coffee in hand, shades indoors, professors secretly like him, students admire or fear him.

Doesn’t attend study groups, pulls through with perfect grades, natural intelligence, picks up info quickly, a bit of a mystery, high-profile events, networking, parties, center of attention at social gatherings, random comments that leave people laughing or wondering, doesn’t care about others, secretly craves connection but too prideful to ask for it.

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[sirenedeslily]

VIDEO OBSESSION〻ᯇ # matthew sturniolo

✦ SEARCHING FOR PROFILES… two results found !

result ONE out of TWO — @FallenAngels

Y/N GREENBLATT, streamer known for her gaming skills and pretty visuals. seven stars cigarette. moon during a snowstorm. mtl › nyc. thé matcha 26. nyx cold brew lip liner. ‘03 stargirl. coy. cinephile. back tattoos. vanilla vodka infused. alluring. chrome heart uggs. silver jewelry. white orchid. dazed. tangled & wired headphones. black cat. sirene gaze. sullen girl by fiona apple. sweet talker. guarded. shows care in subtle ways. handwritten letters. sensitive. classic black eyeliner, smudged like a memory. mushishi. overpriced coffee. blue velvet (1986). her dream collab? a limited-edition hoodie with cibo matto album art, designed by a tumblr artist she once reblogged. midnight ‘silent hill 2’ streams.

VICTORIA WALKER, cheetah print. manicured nails. dean blunt. monchhicci. started off streaming with y/n, now focusing on her music. tumblr girl gone global. fur boots. london › nyc. betty boop. tom ford vanilla sex. pocket-sized camcorder. ‘01 baby. rick owens. reclusive but magnetic. spider lily. ipod nano. minecraft. angels by a$ap rocky. paradise kiss. 11:11. chrome heart grills. dream collabs? yves tumor, peggy gou, and a track with a.g. cook that’s “still in the works.” mismatched tiffany bracelets. unreleased a$ap mob.

AERI UCHINAGA, pink-haired enigma. macbook photobooth. mean lesbian. twitch streamer turned cultural icon. cherry blossom. prettiestproblem on and offline. perfect blue (1997). harajuku streetwear. retired scene kid. björk. self-released ep titled “petal circuit”—a mix of shoegaze and hyperpop with haunting vocals. tokyo › nyc. widowmaker main. paranoia agent soundtrack. byredo’s blanche. ‘00 doll. two weeks by fka twigs. synth lab streams with modular glitches. dating ning yizhuo; model. domo.

HAMZAH SALEH, slush puppie. bone comics. vintage quiksilver tees. duct-taped backpack. messy. tony hawk fingerboards. his youtube history? “how to ollie without looking lame”. polar bears. co-runs slushy noobz; a youtube channel. created a subreddit called r/CherrySlushiesAnonymous. circa ‘02. napoleon dynamite (2004). cherry airheads. sega dreamcast he won’t shut up about. ck one. spider-man pez. xbox 360. unbrushed curls. owns a lego keychain of marah; his girlfriend. scrawny by wallows. steve lacy.

MARAH ADEL, doll eyes. celestial paradox. possession (1981). iced lavender lattes, leaves the last sip untouched “for the spirits”. heaven by marc jacobs. medieval angelology. ethel cain. ‘03 angel. tattoo artist of the hidden soul, her studio, melancholie, drips in velvet, candied amethyst light, and the faint hum of dusty jazz vinyl. etruscan art. dario argento films. night drives to nowhere. secretly hid a chipped rose quartz under hamzah’s bed. antique heart lockets. soft leather boots. faded polaroids. sparse. mtl › nyc. messy bangs. labdanum no. 3. seperpentskirt by cocteau twins.

back to masterlist! - profile two @ChromeHearts

🖥️𓈒ིུ✧꫶���᳝͟ᰭ✿⃨ TRENDING NOW ! matt sturniolo was known for many things: his striking looks, his dominance in the gaming world, and his complete inability to keep his cool around beautiful women. so it’s almost poetic—almost—that his fiery temper explodes during an intense fortnite match, broadcasted live to thousands, only to discover later that the player who completely shattered his pride was y/n greenblatt, one of the most beloved streamers in the community—and undeniably beautiful.

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[catboymoments]

Referring to the ask that claims that your angel dust redesign when he isn’t dancing (that’s what the outfit is right?) isn’t feminine enough,

I don’t dress feminine all that much anymore but if I had the confidence I would definitely wear something like Angel dust in your redesign (I’m afab for reference and I dislike that people think not super revealing clothes/darker color pallet means it’s unfeminine and vice versa) idk if that makes sense, also in general I love your redesigns of the cast so far overall they look super unique and I love your world building around them

THANK YOU!!! I was kind of going for like. A “slutty�� version of what men from his time would wear? While yes I think when he was alive he would’ve leaned more into the full suit mafioso look, since being in hell he’s become more of a, for lack of a better word, manwhore.

He’s got the popped open collar, the short shorts, and recently I’ve started drawing his gartered high heeled boots with some fishnet tights. He wears makeup, his messy eyelashes accentuated by the classic “Jessica rabbit” purple shiny eyelids that a lot of femme fatale toons had back in the day! But he still looks put together and vintage!

I made his body yellowed instead of stark white to go with a “nicotine yellow/washed up” feeling and put more emphasis on how he’s not from a recent decade and has kind of rotted his body from substance abuse.

The “toon” angle comes from him being from the 40’s yes, but also because he’s from New York City, a prime hub of media and new age movies. Looney tunes were taking off, wartime cartoons were being shown, etc etc, but there’s a deeper meaning to it too. It’s part of his punishment. Hes never going to be taken seriously no matter how much he wishes it, he’s either an object for someone else or something to laugh at. He’s a toy. A joke. A toon.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Carmen Sevilla (La fierecilla domada/La mégère apprivoisée, La Venganza, King of Kings)— One of the few spanish actresses to really make it in Hollywood. She worked opposite Charlton Heston in the 1970s and reportedly slapped him but that is past the cut-off so you can look it up for yourselves. There's also rumors that Frank Sinatra had a bit of a crush on her and asked her out a couple of times but she rejected him. The woman was just messy as hell in general and an absolute icon. Bless.

Simone Simon (Cat People, La Bête Humaine, The Devil and Daniel Webster, The Curse of the Cat People)— If she turned in to a panther and ate me I would be fine with that

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Simone Simon:

so so so so cute

one of simone simon's best remembered movies is cat people, one of jacques tourneur's great b-horror movies that's secretly a sensitive and tender examination of otherness, seriously i cry every time i watch it a short excerpt from cat people

She’s maybe not super well known to a lot of people but holy hell is she a stunner. I literally have her Cat People poster on my wall - she is amazing in that film, playing this tragic character (please go watch Cat People it’s this amazing tragic story of a foreign woman being caught up in a toxic relationship with a man who doesn’t believe her, plus cats). She’s so beautiful!! Look at her!!

[saltystarkey]

TRACK 2 ☆.ᐟ

“I’m not here to gawk at Drew Starkey—no, I’m here to work.”

In which M/N’s loft, full of weed smoke, Modello cans, and loud music, sets the stage for a conversation about his future. Odessa pushes him to audition for the iconic role of Pinhead, which M/N initially resists. But after learning Drew Starkey will star alongside him, M/N’s nerves shift to excitement. Can he handle the pressure of playing such a legendary character, and how will he handle playing along Drew?

Warnings: Hellraiser mention, pinhead mention, horror movie? Drew Starkey being sexy as Trevor, sex scene mention lol that’s all yo

The evening in M/N’s loft was thick with the heavy aroma of weed and the sweet scent of Modello, which rested in the cold hands of both him and Odessa. The apartment had the quintessential New York grit to it—grunge, art, and a whole lot of attitude. The air was thick with the remnants of cigarette smoke, some incense lingering in the air, and the ever-present hum of music blasting from an old record player that seemed to know more about life than most people.

The walls of the loft were decorated with a chaotic mix of vintage posters—some featuring classic rock bands, others showcasing models lounging on hot cars, and a few of old-school mechanics bent over vintage engines. The colors were muted, but the posters provided bursts of bright neon yellows, reds, and blues.

On one side of the room, a mechanic’s workbench sat, the worn leather tools hanging in every crevice, the space usually where M/N tinkered with motorcycles or threw around the tools he used to get his hands dirty. The other side was home to an old sofa covered in patched-up denim and vintage band tees, which had long ago become the place for hanging out and having deep, sometimes too loud conversations with friends, or for nights like this—just him and Odessa.

M/N leaned against the island in the kitchen, his body effortlessly relaxed. He was dressed in his usual low-key but alluring look—black shorts that hung low on his hips, just enough to hint at his V-line and show off a little happy trail. No shirt. He didn’t need one. His tattoos peeked out from his arms, chains and bracelets dangled from his wrist, and a low-cut chain rested against his chest, the perfect touch to complete the ensemble.

“Seriously, you have to do it,” Odessa’s voice cut through the smoky haze, her tone persistent yet gentle. She leaned back into the threadbare couch, kicking her feet up on the edge, a joint between her fingers as she exhaled slowly, the smoke spiraling in the dim light.

M/N took a long drag off his own joint, letting the smoke roll out of his mouth in slow, heavy rings. “Nah, Odessa,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes shifted to the cluttered loft, avoiding her gaze. He wasn’t going to be swayed. He couldn’t be. “I’m good. I’m not… I’m not cut out for something like that. Pinhead? That’s—nah.”

Odessa clicked her tongue, shifting her weight so that she was facing him directly, eyes narrowing with her usual knowing smile. She let the joint fall from her fingers and into the ashtray with a soft sizzle. “You don’t get it, do you? This is it. This is your shot.” She ran a hand through her messy hair, looking at him like he was an idiot for not seeing the obvious. “You’d kill it. I’ve seen the way you transform, how you throw yourself into a character. This role… you’re perfect for it, M/N. And they know it. I know it.”

M/N didn’t respond right away. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair, still trying to avoid eye contact. He wasn’t convinced. He couldn’t bring himself to take that leap. The thought of filling such legendary shoes made him feel like an imposter. He wasn’t sure if he could live up to expectations.

“Pinhead?” he repeated, his voice soft, like he was trying to convince himself more than her. “I mean… that’s a huge role. That’s not just some random character. It’s Pinhead. The one everyone knows. The one that… everyone remembers.” He shook his head. “I don’t think I can do that. I don’t think I’m that—”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” Odessa’s voice was sharp, and her eyes were intense now, the playful, carefree vibe of a moment ago now replaced by a serious tone. She sat up straighter, putting the joint down for a second and staring him down. “You have something that a lot of people don’t, M/N. You’ve got range. You’ve got depth. And you—” She leaned forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You have the presence. I’ve seen it. And trust me, this is your chance.”

M/N met her eyes now, but the uncertainty was still in his. He let out a long, frustrated sigh, running his hands through his hair again. “You really think I could pull it off?” His voice cracked slightly, his usual bravado faltering. There it was—the vulnerability that only Odessa ever saw.

Odessa leaned back again, her smile returning, though it was softer this time. “I do. I know you can. And I haven’t even told you the best part yet.” She paused for a moment, giving him a knowing smile, before letting the suspense build.

M/N raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite himself. “What’s the best part?”

She grinned, leaning closer to him. “The cast. Specifically, one of the lead actors. Drew Starkey.”

The name hit him like a jolt of electricity. M/N’s eyes widened, his mind scrambling to put the pieces together. He’d seen Drew in a few films—that guy was hot. And not just physically. Drew had that quiet, effortless cool, that kind of unshakable confidence that made it impossible to ignore him when he was on screen. M/N didn’t talk about it much, but Drew Starkey was one of the few actors M/N had actually admired from a distance.

M/N shifted uncomfortably, the heat of the conversation making his already sweaty palms feel even worse. “Wait… Drew Starkey is gonna be in it?”

Odessa’s grin widened, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Yeah. And you’re gonna get to see him in person. Just imagine it—the chemistry between you two. It’ll be electric.”

M/N’s mind immediately started racing. The thought of being in a film with Drew, of sharing the screen with him, made his pulse quicken. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for that level of attention or pressure, but the idea of working with someone like Drew was… well, it was thrilling. Could I really do this?

“Damn,” M/N muttered under his breath, the wheels turning in his head. He looked away for a moment, his mind already making up scenarios, wondering what it would be like to be next to Drew on set, what it would feel like to be in the same space as someone he admired so much. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for all that. Drew Starkey, man…”

Odessa chuckled, taking a long drag from her joint and blowing the smoke out slowly. “You’re more than ready, M/N. I told you, this could be your big break. Don’t let it slip away.”

M/N stared at her for a long moment, the weight of her words pressing against his chest. He thought about what it would mean, what it would take. The pressure of living up to the role. The pressure of standing next to someone like Drew Starkey, someone who made everything look so effortless.

After a long silence, M/N finally sighed. “Fine. Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll audition.”

Odessa’s eyes lit up, her grin widening as she sat up in excitement. “Yes! I knew you’d get it.”

He ran a hand through his hair again, now feeling the excitement and anxiety bubbling in him all at once. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he added, with a cocky grin that was starting to make its way back into place. “If I fail, this is on you.”

Odessa just laughed, the sound ringing out through the room. “You won’t fail, trust me. Besides, I’ll take the blame. But you’re not gonna fail, M/N. You’re gonna own it.”

M/N nodded, a little more confident now. He took a long sip from his Modello and glanced at the door, his mind already racing with thoughts of the audition. The conversation shifted, but one thing was clear—this wasn’t just about acting anymore. This was about him.

And maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something even bigger than he’d imagined.

⸻

Modelo Addict 🤪🍻

Yo. You’re not gonna believe this shit.

Pussy Master 3000 🫡💪🏼👅

LMAOOOO if this is about how you ate 5 hot wings in 5 seconds last night, I’m gonna lose my mind.

Modelo Addict 🤪🍻

No, you psychotic fuck. I GOT THE ROLE.

Pussy Master 3000 🫡💪🏼👅

WAIT. HOLD ON.

Did you just say what I think you said??

Modelo Addict 🤪🍻

I just got a call from the casting director. I’m gonna be fucking Pinhead. Like, Pinhead, Pinhead.

Pussy Master 3000 🫡💪🏼👅

M/N… M/N… YOU’RE FUCKING PINHEAD. THE FUCKING LEGEND. I CANNOT BREATHE.

I NEED A MINUTE.

I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT, YOU SEXY GOD.

Modelo Addict 🤪🍻

Stop calling me a sexy god, I’m gonna get weird about it.

Pussy Master 3000 🫡💪🏼👅

Nope. You’re a SEXY GOD now, bitch. Just embrace it. I told you you had it in you. I’m gonna make you a crown to wear with that leather suit.

Modelo Addict 🤪🍻

What the actual fuck is happening right now?

This isn’t real.

Pussy Master 3000 🫡💪🏼👅

It’s real. It’s SO real. But seriously, I am literally jumping up and down right now. You’re gonna be on the fucking big screen, you’re gonna be ICONIC.

Who knew Pinhead would be this hot?

Modelo Addict 🤪🍻

Don’t make this weird. I already feel weird enough.

Pussy Master 3000 🫡💪🏼👅

It’s too late for that, my friend. You’re gonna be covered in prosthetics and I’m the one who gets to say, “I know that guy.”

Also, you better be prepared for all the ‘I’m a huge fan of your work’ comments from Drew Starkey, cause you know he’s gonna be all over you. 😏

Modelo Addict 🤪🍻

Oh hell no. Please don’t say that. Drew Starkey’s gonna think I’m some freak.

Pussy Master 3000 🫡💪🏼👅

Said the guy who just got cast as a horror movie villain. I’m just saying. You two are gonna hit it off like a match made in creepy, beautiful hell.

Modelo Addict 🤪🍻

Stop. I literally just got cast. I haven’t even met him yet. I’ve only seen him from a distance on set. Now I gotta actually talk to him?

Pussy Master 3000 🫡💪🏼👅

I mean, yeah? You’re playing opposite him. But hey, maybe he likes a little mystery? Especially when you’re dressed like a satanic rockstar.

Modelo Addict 🤪🍻

Are we really having this conversation right now??

I feel like you’re setting me up to fail, Odessa.

Pussy Master 3000 🫡💪🏼👅

Nope. I’m setting you up for superstar status. Don’t fuck this up, or I’ll haunt your ass from across the country.

But seriously… you’re gonna kill it. I’m SO proud of you.

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The set of Hellraiser was bustling with energy, filled with the chaos of makeup artists, crew members adjusting lights, and the ever-present hum of anticipation. The air was thick with the smell of latex and the low murmur of people discussing the next scene. M/N felt the excitement coursing through him, but also a heavy knot of nerves. He was about to step into the iconic role of Pinhead, and the pressure of filling such a legendary part weighed heavily on him. What if he couldn’t live up to the expectations? What if he wasn’t good enough?

But then, his eyes landed on Drew Starkey.

From across the set, M/N caught sight of him—him, the guy whose performances made M/N appreciate the craft in a way he never had before. Drew stood with his back to him, laughing at something one of the crew members said. Even from a distance, M/N could see the way his shoulders relaxed, his easy smile, the kind that could melt anyone in a five-mile radius. There was something about him—God, there was a lot about him—that had M/N both in awe and a little bit in lust.

Drew’s hair was shaved in a buzzcut that almost had M/N drooling. The black T-shirt clung to his body in a way that suggested he’d spent some time in the gym. The jeans… well, the jeans were perfectly fitted, making M/N’s eyes linger a little longer than necessary. Drew was effortlessly cool, like he didn’t care who noticed or who didn’t. It was the kind of charisma that just radiated off of him, pulling everyone in.

M/N caught himself staring a little longer than he should have, his heartbeat picking up pace. He forced himself to look away, mentally scolding himself. “Come on, get it together,” he muttered under his breath. He wasn’t here to gawk at Drew Starkey—no, he was here to work. He was about to be part of something huge, a reimagining of a horror classic. It wasn’t just about Drew, even if he did look like he had just stepped out of M/N’s very specific almost pornographic day dreams.

Still, it didn’t hurt to appreciate the view, right?

His eyes wandered back to Drew for just a second, this time a little more daring. Drew’s jawline was sharp, eyes gleaming with the glint of something mischievous, like he was always in on some secret that nobody else was privy to. His hands, rough and calloused, moved as he spoke, and M/N couldn’t help but imagine what it might be like to hold those hands.

He sighed to himself, a quiet, frustrated noise. The nerves, the attraction—great combo.

“Seriously, M/N, you good?” Odessa’s voice cut through the haze of thoughts running through his head. He flinched, his heart racing as if he’d been caught doing something embarrassing. Odessa, of course, was just now noticing the dazed expression on his face.

“Huh?” M/N blinked, forcing himself to snap out of his internal spiral. He tried to smile, hoping he hadn’t been caught drooling.

“You seem a little out of it. You okay?” Odessa raised an eyebrow, but her teasing tone suggested she was more amused than concerned.

M/N cleared his throat, his cheeks warm. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied, shoving his hands into his pockets to avoid any telltale signs of his embarrassment. He casually turned his head, but Drew was still there, talking to someone across the set. The immediate temptation to go introduce himself was almost overwhelming.

“Well, come on,” Odessa said, dragging him away before he could even contemplate making a fool of himself. “Let’s go meet the team and see how everyone’s doing. Oh, and don’t stress about the role too much, you’re gonna kill it as Pinhead. You’re perfect for it.”

M/N smiled at her reassurance, though the nerves didn’t entirely go away. Pinhead was such an iconic role, one that had haunted people’s nightmares for decades. And here he was, about to embody the character himself. The idea of stepping into those shoes was both exhilarating and terrifying. But at least he had Odessa’s support—she believed in him, even when he had his doubts.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, trying to keep his focus. But as they walked past Drew’s direction again, his eyes flickered back over to the man, taking in his broad shoulders and that lazy, confident grin. He was so goddamn attractive, M/N thought, biting the inside of his cheek to hold back a groan.

“By the way,” Odessa added, “You’ve got to meet Drew. He’s a cool guy, and I know you two would get along. You’d hit it off.”

M/N chuckled nervously. “Right. Sure. I mean, yeah, who wouldn’t? He’s, uh—he’s Drew Starkey.” He didn’t even need to finish the sentence. They both knew what Drew was—an undeniable presence. He was the guy in the industry right now.

“Well, he’s been asking about you,” Odessa continued, clearly oblivious to the way M/N’s heartbeat seemed to double at her words. “He’s kind of excited to meet you. I told him you were perfect for the role.”

M/N was trying to hide the fact that his face had gone slightly red, his fingers itching at his sides. Drew had heard of him? That was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Before he could answer, Odessa led him off toward the set, his eyes involuntarily trailing Drew as he walked. This was really happening. Drew Starkey would soon know who M/N was. And M/N… well, he couldn’t decide if he was more nervous or excited about that.

But all he knew was that the day he met Drew was one he’d remember for the rest of his life.

———

Filming Hellraiser was a strange experience for Drew Starkey. The set was drenched in fake blood, eerie lighting, and enough unsettling sound effects to make anyone’s skin crawl. But the weirdest part? Having a casual conversation about someone’s friend while filming a sex scene.

The sex scene was in full swing. Odessa, playing her part with a sultry confidence, had just finished a take when she lounged against the elaborate bed setup, catching her breath. Drew, still in character from his adjacent scene, paused in the background. As the crew began repositioning lights, Odessa, ever the blunt friend, leaned toward Drew and said with a mischievous smirk, “You know, you’d hit it off with my friend M/N.”

Drew arched an eyebrow, his tone laced with incredulity even as he delivered his lines for the next shot. “You’re seriously telling me about a friend of yours while we’re in the middle of filming a sex scene?” he replied dryly, half-amused, half-baffled.

He scoffed, running a hand through his shaved buzz. “Jesus. And why exactly would I hit it off with this guy?”

“Because he’s funny, a little weird, and he can handle sarcasm, which—let’s be real—you need,” she teased, pointing at him. “Oh, and he’s Pinhead.”

Drew blinked. “Wait. What?”

Odessa smirked. “Yeah. M/N’s playing Pinhead.”

Drew leaned back against the pillows, processing this. “The dude in prosthetics? With the pins in his skull? The one who literally looks like a nightmare demon?”

“Yep.”

“Huh.” He thought about it for a second, then shrugged. “Alright. Maybe I’ll say hi before he drags me to hell.”

⸻

For weeks, Drew only saw M/N in full costume. Every time he caught a glimpse, it was the same eerie figure—leather-clad, ghostly pale, unsettling as hell. They’d exchanged some playful banter between takes, but he had no idea what M/N actually looked like under all that.

Then, one afternoon, everything changed.

Drew was heading toward his trailer when he passed by one of the makeup removal stations. He almost didn’t recognize him at first—the guy wiping black and red makeup off his face, dressed in grungy, oversized clothes, an old band tee hanging loosely over sweatpants. His hair was messy, a few strands falling over his forehead as he dragged a baby wipe down his jaw.

And Drew? Damn near lost his mind.

He stopped in his tracks, blinking hard. “Holy shit.”

M/N glanced up, raising a brow. “What?”

Drew’s mouth opened, then closed. He had no words. Absolutely none. How the fuck had no one warned him about this?

M/N, completely oblivious to Drew’s mental breakdown, crumpled up the baby wipe and tossed it in the trash. “Didn’t recognize me, did you?”

Drew cleared his throat, forcing himself to not look too long at M/N’s exposed collarbone. “Not even a little.”

M/N smirked. “Yeah, well. Hard to be hot when you’re a literal hell priest.”

Drew muttered under his breath, “Debatable.”

M/N paused. “What?”

“Nothing.” Absolutely nothing.

M/N just laughed, stretching his arms over his head, revealing the faintest hint of a V-line above the waistband of his sweats. Drew physically looked away before he lost whatever grip on sanity he had left.

This was not what he had expected. At all.

⸻

Drew spent the next few days trying to get a grip.

M/N was too easy to be around—sarcastic, sharp, quick-witted in a way that kept Drew on his toes. And now that he knew what he actually looked like? Game over.

The only thing he didn’t know? That M/N had been crushing on him for years.

One night, after a long shoot, they found themselves alone outside the trailers, beers in hand.

M/N leaned against the railing, looking up at the sky. “You know… when Odessa told me to audition, I kind of jumped at it.”

Drew glanced over. “Oh yeah?”

M/N smirked. “Yeah. Because I already knew you were casted.”

Drew paused, processing that. “Wait. You knew me before this?”

M/N chuckled. “Saw one of your short films with Rudy. Thought you were good. Thought you were hot.”

Drew nearly choked on his drink. “Excuse me?”

M/N gave him a lazy grin. “What? You’re not the only one with eyes, Starkey.”

Drew huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Jesus Christ. And here I was, struggling to act normal around you.”

M/N raised a brow. “You? Struggling?”

Drew leaned in slightly, his voice lower now. “You have no idea.”

And just like that, the teasing, the glances, the tension that had been building for weeks finally snapped.

Drew smirked. “So… you gonna do something about it, Hell Priest?”

M/N just grinned. “What do you think?”

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[chroniclesofskz]

The wedding day

The sun rose gently over the horizon, casting a warm golden light across the vibrant spring garden. Y/N felt a flutter in her heart as she took a moment to admire the breathtaking scenery. The Korean garden was a canvas of blooming flowers, with delicate pink and yellow tulips swaying softly in the breeze, their petals glistening under the sunlight. This was the place where she would unite her heart with Felix, and every detail felt like a scene from a dream.

Y/N stood in front of the large mirror, her breath catching at her own reflection. She wore a long, flowy wedding dress, exquisite and ethereal. The sheer lace adorned the delicate fabric in intricate patterns, while the sheer long train cascaded elegantly behind her, gliding softly as she moved. Her fingertips brushed against the lace, a reminder of how each stitch represented love and commitment. Lacy gloves adorned her arms, reaching up to her elbows, adding a touch of vintage romance. Her hair was styled in a loose, messy bun, with soft tendrils framing her face, while her makeup was light, a gentle wash of pink completing the look.

“Y/N, you look absolutely stunning!” exclaimed her best friend, Mia, who stood nearby, emotional tears already pooling in her eyes. “Felix is going to lose it when he sees you.”

“Thank you,” Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The nerves bubbled within her, but they mixed with an overwhelming excitement. “I hope it’s enough to calm his nerves!”

Meanwhile, at the end of the aisle, Felix was a bundle of nervous energy. He stood with his family—his two sisters beside him, his parents offering reassuring smiles. Sweat beaded on his brow as he fiddled with his collar. The chirping birds and soft humming of the wildlife provided an unexpected comfort, momentarily distracting him from the flutter of his anxious heart. “You’ve got this, Felix,” one of his sisters whispered, giving him a reassuring squeeze on the arm. “Just breathe.”

As the classical band began to play Thaïs Meditation, a hushed silence fell over the crowd. Y/N took her father’s arm, his smile full of pride and happiness as they began their walk together. When she reached the altar, her eyes connected with Felix’s, and the world around them dissipated for a fleeting moment. His breath hitched, his face beaming with joy, and Y/N could see it—pure, unadulterated love. His eyes turned into little crescents as his smile widened, and before she knew it, a single tear slipped down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away, embarrassment mixing with admiration.

“You look unbelievable,” Felix whispered, his voice thick with emotion as Y/N stood beside him. She could see the love illuminating his features, washing away all her nerves.

“You clean up pretty well yourself,” she replied, unable to suppress her grin. “I can’t believe today is finally here.”

The vicar began his part of the ceremony, guiding them through the vows that would bind their lives together. Felix, his voice trembling slightly, began his vows. “Y/N, from the moment we met, I knew you were the one. You are my best friend, my partner in crime, and my true love. I vow to support you, cherish you, and love you every single day of my life.”

As he spoke, Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes, her heart swelling at every word. “Felix, you’re my everything. I promise to stand by you, to support your dreams, and to share in every moment, big and small. I choose you today and every day, in all that life throws our way.”

In that moment, the air was thick with emotion. They shared a loving kiss that seemed to suspend time, a promise sealed with passion and tenderness, and as their lips met, the world around them erupted in applause. Y/N was over the moon; she felt like she could float away on the flickering petals carried by the spring breeze.

The evening unfolded like a beautifully scripted play. They danced under twinkling fairy lights, their laughter echoing through the garden as friends and family twirled around them, enveloped in joy. Plates filled with delicious Korean delicacies adorned the tables, and everyone relished the vibrant flavors that represented their heritage and love story.

“Can you believe we’re finally married?” Felix asked, pulling Y/N closer on the dance floor, her head resting on his shoulder.

“I can’t believe how perfect this day has been,” she replied, her voice soft, but filled with excitement. “I could do this every day with you.”

“I’d like that,” he said, a gentle kiss on her hair. “Here’s to us, to our adventure ahead, and to making every day as beautiful as today.”

As the night progressed, they took turns visiting with their guests, sharing laughter and little moments of joy. Y/N’s mother pulled her into a warm embrace. “You did so beautifully today, sweetheart. Your father and I couldn’t be more proud.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Y/N replied with a warm smile. “I feel like everything went perfectly. It was everything I could have ever dreamed of.”

Meanwhile, Felix was mingling with Y/N’s father, sharing stories and laughter. "You know, Y/N has always had a way of making everything better," Felix remarked, his voice brimming with sincerity. "I promise to take care of her and support her no matter what life brings our way."

“Welcome to the family, Felix,” Y/N’s father said, shaking his hand firmly and breaking into a proud smile. “You're one of us now.”

As the cake cutting approached, they gathered everyone around, a beautifully multi-tiered cake adorned with delicate floral decorations that mirrored the garden's blooms. Felix leaned closer to Y/N, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know what’s coming, right?”

Y/N laughed, raising both hands in mock surrender. “Don’t you dare! I know your tricks.”

But Felix’s playful smirk only intensified her giggles. As they cut the first slice together, he gently smeared a small amount of icing on her nose. Laughter erupted from the crowd, and Y/N’s eyes widened in mock outrage. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that!” she declared, snatching a fingerful of frosting and dabbing it on his cheek. The audience erupted in cheers, their playful banter illustrating the light-hearted nature of their relationship.

“You’ve really done it now,” he said, pretending to be shocked as he wiped the icing away, a grin stretching across his face. “You just made an enemy for life.”

“Bring it on!” Y/N shot back, her giggles blending with the joyful noise of their guests.

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of dancing, heartfelt toasts, and a shared sense of belonging. With each song played, they held each other close, moving to the rhythm of love and laughter. Their friends and family joined them on the dance floor, creating a vibrant mosaic of joy, with everyone twirling and spinning, lost in the moment.

As twilight fell, they took a moment to step away from the lively atmosphere, seeking a quiet spot in the garden. They wandered towards a secluded area lined with blooming flowers, where the moonlight poured over them like liquid silver, casting gentle shadows on their faces.

“Can you believe we really did it?” Y/N asked softly, looking up at the starry sky that seemed to twinkle brighter than ever. “We’re married!”

Felix wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “I can hardly believe it, but it feels so right. This was one of the best days of my life, and now every day from here on out is going to be a new adventure with you.”

A content sigh escaped Y/N as she leaned into him. “I’m so happy, Felix. Today was perfect, but I know the best is yet to come.”

“Absolutely,” he replied, resting his chin on the top of her head, an overwhelming sense of peace enveloping them. “Together, we can create our own happiness. We’ll build a life filled with love, laughter, and all the little things that matter.”

She pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, her eyes shimmering with emotions. “I promise to make every moment count. We’ll fill our life with adventures, no matter how big or small.”

Felix grinned, his heart swelling at the promise shared in her words. “I can’t wait. Just think about all the memories we’ll create together.”

As they embraced the perfection of the night, the soft strains of music floated through the air, drawing them back toward the heart of the celebration. Hand in hand, they returned to the festivity, greeted by the warmth of their family and friends, all gathered to celebrate this beautiful beginning.

“Let’s make this a night to remember,” Y/N declared, her eyes sparkling as Felix pulled her into a dance, the warmth of their love illuminating their path.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” he replied, holding her tight as they lost themselves once again in the rhythm of their hearts, surrounded by the beauty of a lush garden, their love blossoming ever more amidst the vibrant spring flowers.

For Y/N and Felix, this was just the beginning—a beautiful spring day that marked the first page of their forever story, promising laughter, adventure, and a lifetime filled with love. As they danced beneath the stars, they knew in their hearts that they had truly found their “happily ever after.”

[estellan0vella]

Love In Print│Bang Chan

Chapter Fifteen: A Really Shit Spider-Man SS: 3 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 2.2K Content Warnings: kissing, talks of sex

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Chan flicks on the light, revealing a sleek, modern penthouse bathed in warm tones of gray and black. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the sprawling city skyline glittering with lights, and the furniture is minimalist and clean. Leather, steel, and glass dominating the space.

Ayame steps inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished hardwood floor. Her gaze sweeps over the pristine living room, her expression unreadable. "Wow," she says finally, turning to Chan with a raised eyebrow. "I expected something different. Like... a moat. Maybe a dungeon. Chains on the walls. You know, the full evil overlord package."

Chan chuckles as he shrugs off his hoodie and tosses it onto a sleek grey armchair. His tank top clings to him, still damp from his run, and his sweatpants sit low on his hips. "Sorry to disappoint. The dungeon's on backorder. You're stuck with this for now."

Ayame crosses her arms, scanning the immaculate decor with a scrutinizing eye. "You know, for a guy with such a messy life, this place is suspiciously tidy."

Chan smirks, leaning against the wall. "I keep my chaos external. It's a system."

"Do I get to snoop?" Ayame asks, already wandering toward a towering bookshelf neatly arranged with hardcovers and sleek binders.

Chan raises an eyebrow. "You wanna snoop?"

"No," Ayame replies too quickly, her hand already brushing along the spines of the books.

"You wanna snoop," he teases, pushing off the wall. "Go ahead. Fair's fair—I snooped at your place."

Ayame glares over her shoulder. "That's because my place has personality. Yours is like a fancy Airbnb."

"And yours is like an explosion of childhood trauma and Smurf worship," Chan counters, grinning as he makes his way to the kitchen.

Ayame gasps, clutching a book to her chest dramatically. "How dare you insult my Smurf collection? They're soldiers in the war against bland decor like this."

Chan laughs, pulling two whiskey glasses from a cabinet. "Just for that, you're getting whiskey instead of tea."

"Tea would've been insulting after everything we've been through," Ayame quips, crouching down to inspect the lower shelves. Her gaze catches on a small collection of vintage matchbox cars displayed neatly among the books. She grins, running a finger over the edge of a tiny red Corvette. "Oh, now this is interesting. Your dirty little secret is you like tiny cars?"

"They were my grandfather's," Chan says as he pours the whiskey. "He gave me one every year for my birthday until he passed."

Ayame softens slightly, brushing her fingers along the cars. "That's... really sweet, actually."

Chan walks back over with the glasses, handing her one. "Yeah, well, it's got nothing on your Smurf army."

Ayame snickers, taking a sip of her whiskey. "Careful, or the army might deploy a counterattack."

Chan leans against the shelf next to her, swirling his drink. "If they do, I'll just call in my matchbox air support."

She cackles, flipping through a random book on the shelf. Her eyes widen when she realizes it's a medical textbook. "Whoa. Is this what you read for fun? You're out here brushing up on the anatomy of dicks?"

Chan's grin widens, his voice dry. "Knowledge is power. Besides, I went to med school for a year."

Ayame chokes on her whiskey, her eyes wide. "Wait, wait, wait. That's why Haechul calls you Dr. Chan? I thought it was some fucked-up inside joke!"

Chan shrugs, looking almost embarrassed. "One year. Dropped out. Haechul likes to remind me I didn't live up to my 'full potential.'"

Ayame snorts, leaning back against the bookshelf. "Oh, please. My eomma wanted me to be a lawyer. Imagine her disappointment when I got a master's in classical lit."

Chan freezes mid-sip, lowering his glass. "You have a master's?"

"Yeah," Ayame says, sipping her drink. "Finished a few months ago. I don't talk about it much. It's not exactly the most useful thing in a corporate office."

Chan steps closer, raising his glass. "To overachieving in ways that make our parents question their life choices."

Ayame laughs softly, clinking her glass against his. "I'll drink to that."

Ayame downs the last of her whiskey, setting the empty glass on the bookshelf with a soft clink. She grins mischievously at Chan, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the heat of their banter. "You know, if you were a real doctor, all of your patients would have astronomical heart rates."

Chan snorts, leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed. "Oh yeah? Let's test that theory. I think I'll have to diagnose you with a raging case of horny."

Ayame's grin widens. "Serious, is it?"

"Very," Chan replies, his lips twitching into a smirk. "I think your condition may require bedrest."

"Will I die?" Ayame asks, mock horror painting her face.

Chan's eyes glimmer with amusement. "Not if you're careful. A few days in bed should do the trick."

Ayame gasps theatrically. "Oh my gosh, I wanna see your bedroom."

Chan gestures toward a door down the hallway. "Be my guest, shortcake."

The heels of Ayame's shoes click softly on the hardwood floor as she strides into Chan's bedroom, her laughter ringing lightly in the otherwise quiet space. She kicks them off with a casual flick, sending them skittering across the room before flopping onto the bed. The deep green walls surrounding her contrast sharply with the minimalism of the rest of his apartment, making the room feel unexpectedly warm, even intimate.

"Nice colour," Ayame says, her tone teasing but genuine. "Didn't peg you for someone with taste."

Chan leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he watches her settle in. "Didn't peg you for someone who'd end up here."

Ayame grins, stretching languidly across the plush duvet. "Life's full of surprises."

Chan pushes off the frame, stepping closer until he's perched on the edge of the bed. He watches her for a moment, his gaze tracing her face, her playful smirk, the way her cherry earrings glint in the faint light of the room.

"Alright," she says suddenly, her voice cutting through the tension. "Truth or dare?"

Chan raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching. "What is this, a slumber party?"

"Scared?" Ayame taunts, propping herself up on one elbow. Her hair tumbles over her shoulder, the movement drawing his attention.

"Hardly," Chan replies, leaning back slightly on his hands. "Fine. Truth."

"Coward," Ayame mutters, pretending to think for a moment before her eyes narrow. "Why did you quit med school?"

Chan exhales, the smirk fading from his face as he runs a hand through his hair. "Alright, but you asked for it. My dad thought it would be great to throw me into the coroner's wing for a day. First autopsy, I puked inside the cadaver."

Ayame's face twists into a grimace. "Holy shit. That's disgusting."

"You're telling me," Chan says, laughing softly. "That was the moment I realized I wasn't exactly surgeon material."

"Good call," Ayame says, sitting up fully now. Her tone lightens as she teases, "But you've got the hands for it. Look at these." She grabs one of his hands, inspecting it like she's appraising fine jewellery. "Strong, veiny. Hot hands."

Chan smirks, letting her inspect him like a specimen. "Should I be flattered or concerned?"

"Both," Ayame shoots back, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of his palm. "Alright, tell me the muscles." She pokes his bicep. "This?"

Chan groans but indulges her. "Biceps brachii."

"This one?" she presses, moving to his forearm.

"Brachioradialis," he replies, smirking as she continues poking.

The poking escalates into light pushes and jabs until Ayame suddenly straddles his lap, her hands on his chest as she grins down at him. "Okay, Dr. Bang, what muscle is this?" She presses a hand flat against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin tank top.

Chan props himself up on his elbows, his smirk deepening as his hands settle instinctively on her hips. "Pectoralis major."

"Impressive," Ayame says softly, leaning closer until their noses nearly brush. Her voice drops, quieter now. "Maybe we should just fuck and get it out of our system."

Chan's smirk falters, replaced by something darker, more serious. His grip tightens slightly on her hips as he looks at her, his voice low. "You think that's the answer?"

"Why not?" Ayame asks, her tone almost pleading now. "This tension, it's not going anywhere. Let's just get it over with."

Chan studies her, his dark eyes searching hers for a long moment. Then, with surprising gentleness, he lifts her off his lap, setting her beside him on the bed. "Ayame," he says softly, his voice calm but firm. "It's not happening. Not like this."

Ayame blinks, her face flickering with frustration and something else. Hurt. "Why not?"

Chan stands, running a hand through his hair. "Because this isn't just tension. And you know it."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Ayame snaps, sitting up now, her voice rising.

"It means I'm not going to be some experiment for you," Chan replies, his voice sharpening slightly. "You think this is just about sex?"

"Isn't it?" Ayame shoots back, her tone cutting. "What else is it supposed to be?"

Chan exhales, his jaw tightening. "You tell me. You're the one playing games."

"Unbelievable," Ayame mutters, sliding off the bed and grabbing her heels. "You bait me, you flirt, you kiss me like it's the end of the fucking world, and then you pull this shit?"

"I'm not baiting you," Chan retorts, his tone steady but firm. "You're the one who's scared to admit what you want."

Ayame glares at him, slipping her heels back on with jerky movements. "You know what, Bang? Fuck you."

Chan steps aside as she storms past him, her coat flung over her arm. The door slams behind her, leaving the room in heavy silence. Chan stands there for a moment, staring at the empty space where she'd been.

"Fuck," he mutters, dragging a hand down his face as he sits heavily on the edge of the bed, staring out at the glittering city lights beyond the window.

Ayame's heels echo sharply against the wet pavement, the chill of the night biting at her exposed legs as she mutters under her breath. Her irritation clings to her like a second skin, her breath clouding in the cold air as she walks toward the neon-lit sign of a small, rundown bar. The glowing red letters buzz faintly, their light reflecting off the slick ground, adding an eerie warmth to the dreary street.

She shoves the heavy door open, the creak of its hinges lost beneath the low hum of conversation and the faint crackle of an old jukebox playing a bluesy tune. The smell of stale beer, whiskey, and decades-old wood hits her like a wall, and she sighs, stepping inside.

Her coat slips off her shoulders as she slides onto a barstool, the smooth leather cold against her thighs. She props her elbow on the counter and gestures to the bartender without looking up. "Whiskey," she says flatly. "Neat."

The bartender, a grizzled man in his late forties with salt-and-pepper hair and a face carved by years of hard living, raises an eyebrow but doesn't question her tone. He grabs a glass, his movements practised and deliberate, and pours her a generous amount of amber liquid.

"Rough night?" he asks, sliding the drink toward her.

Ayame snorts softly, wrapping her fingers around the glass. "Rough everything," she mutters, lifting it to her lips. The first sip burns, its heat spreading through her chest, and she winces slightly but doesn't stop.

"That bad, huh?" the bartender presses, leaning on the counter as he wipes down an empty glass.

Ayame downs the rest of the whiskey in one go, setting the glass down with a faint thud. "You ever meet someone who gets under your skin? Like, burrows in there and makes a fucking nest?"

The bartender chuckles, his voice low and gravelly. "Sounds like a hell of a person."

"Hell is right," Ayame mutters as she gestures for another. "The smug bastard thinks he knows everything. And the worst part? He might be right."

The bartender raises an eyebrow but says nothing, pouring her another glass and setting it in front of her.

Ayame takes a slower sip this time, the warmth of the whiskey dulling the sharp edges of her frustration. "I'm overthinking it, right? Like, this is just me being stupid."

"I don't know," the bartender replies, shrugging. "Depends. What did this guy do to piss you off so much?"

Ayame scoffs, swirling the whiskey in her glass. "He kissed me like it meant something. Then he fucked with my head like it didn't."

The bartender whistles low, shaking his head. "Classic."

"Classic?" Ayame repeats, narrowing her eyes. "What, you've got a whole book of assholes doing this shit?"

He grins, holding up his hands. "Hey, I've seen a lot in my time. Sounds like he's in your head."

"Yeah, no shit," Ayame mutters, taking another drink. The whiskey burns less this time, its warmth settling into her chest like a heavy blanket. "But I'm not letting him win. No way."

"That's the spirit," the bartender says, smirking as he moves to serve another customer. "Another round?"

Ayame nods, her lips twitching into a faint smirk of her own. "Keep 'em coming. I'm not done yet."

As the night stretches on, the whiskey flows freely, each glass blurring the edges of her anger into something softer, hazier. The jukebox switches to a slow, melancholic tune, and the buzz of the bar fades into a distant hum.

Ayame leans back on her stool, staring at the rows of bottles behind the bar, her mind a chaotic tangle of frustration, longing, and that infuriating smirk she can't seem to forget.

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[sannirio]

trust me i’ll be good

WC: 1409

dom jeongin x amab sub reader (he/him/boy)

18+ MINORS DNI 「i’m serious」　

cw - non!idol au, dom jeongin, fingering, dumbification, temperature play, sub space, degradation, praise, severe overstimulation, boot kink?

A/N: hey! i’m back! sorry for such a long hiatus but i’m finally here. i don’t have anything interesting to say, i wasn’t kidnapped by san or got into a car accident. but i’m here! i hope you enjoy:)

{p.s} i've discovered im transfem and im now starting the process of transitioning, i might write a few afab fics here and there but ill still focus on amab fics. i love you all <3

“what’s wrong baby? you keep staring at my hands… does my needy little slut want me to use them?” jeongin looked amused, as he usually did when you got this needy. he was sat at his desk per usual, in a classic black waistcoat with matching slacks and a white button up underneath. a silver rolex adorned his left wrist. his sleeves were rolled up as if to say “c’mon you little whore let me show you who owns you.” it wasn’t fair how he teased you you were like this. how else were you supposed to react when this is how he looked. all you wanted to do in this moment was to feel his fingers inside of you.

he moved his foot slightly, giving you the subliminal permission to fall apart on his brand new oxfords. you crawled forward, pushing your aching cock against his shoe. the abrasive leather sent chills down the length of your cock. riding his shoe like a dumb little whore always made jeongin’s mind reel. it took him an army’s worth of strength not to push you up against his desk and use you right there, but the sight of his pretty little pet becoming a brain dead mess over the smallest things was all he needed to keep himself in check. jeongin lifted his foot up slightly, pressing the bridge of his shoe harder against you, forcing a yelp to escape your lips and a flinch to propagate your body. he chuckled at the result of his work “you’re so pathetic.” he was right too, your husband wasn’t doing anything but sitting there in his vintage leather chair watching a slut get all messy for him and here you were acting like a total slut at his foot. you wanted more though and he could tell. with how intently he was watching you cover his shoe in precum there was no way he wouldn’t notice your glazed eyes darting to his hand every few seconds. from the very start he wanted to push his index and ring fingers deep inside you but doing that right away wasn’t fun for him, no, he wanted actually needed to see his poor pathetic slut make a mess all over the floor before he gave you what you really wanted.

in one swift motion jeongin stole his foot out from underneath you mid thrust, purposely denying your sensitive cock the ache relief it craved. in half a second his hand held your chin up forcing you to make eye contact with the man who made you like this. he clicked his tongue and nodded his head towards his lap, signaling you to lay down ass up. you did so, shaking ever so slightly from how pent up you were already. jeongin’s hands ran down your frame making you shiver. “so gorgeous” he muttered under his breath, grasping your hips tightly. a wash of cold air hit your side as he took his hand off your hip. placing his middle and ring finger in his mouth he made his fingers all wet, so he could slide them inside his pretty boy.

laying across his lap you could feel jeongins cock throbbing through his pants, your stomach was right on top of it so every time it flexed, you felt it push into you. he wasn’t going to let you touch it however. he wanted to loosen you up first, after all how were you going to fit that monster in you to begin with. a build up of pressure at your ass brought you back to reality, being cock dumb really does make your mind go blank. “open up hun” jeongin whispered. you whimpered as he slowly pushed his middle finger into you, feeling his knuckles graze your ass before he pulled it out. sliding it in again, you could feel just how much he enjoyed doing this to you. even if his entire hand was cramping he wouldn’t stop until you were begging and crying for him to stop. you felt a second finger slide inside of you (his ring finger.) the feeling making you gasp slightly as he bent his two fingers into a curve. his pace quickened when he heard the pretty sounds he loved so much leave your lips.

three fingers were inside you now, stretching you out. the rhythm jeongin had set was perfect… for him, it kept you right at the edge of an orgasm. every half a second the jolt of pleasure from jeongin hitting your prostate made ripples throughout your poor body. at this point you were crying, tears streaming down your face. why was he being so rough, denying you the sweet release you needed right now. your cock ached so much it hurt, twitching constantly making you flinch every time it even brushed jeongins thigh. he could feel the mess you were making as it had seeped through his slacks. precum ran down his leg making him flex his fingers, a tingly sensation forming in his brain in the process. a simple “fuck”escaped his lips as the beed of precum made its way down his calf.

flexing too much made the ache in your cock ten times worse but you couldn’t help it. with how precise jeongin was, hitting your spot every single thrust, it basically made a pool of pleasure in your stomach, waiting… hoping to flood your body when the time came. “p-p-please c-cum n-n-n-now.” those three words were the only thing you could remember in the entire english language. somehow even a slut like you knew what you wanted, with how clouded your mind was, the average person would surely think you’d simply lost your mind. of course this amused jeongin. though he was aching as well, he wanted to see how his pretty little boy came

over him. “what do we say when we want something dear?” he spoke softly, in a way that was sure to provoke your dumb mind. like you were programmed to say it “please” limped out of your lips, almost like a soft breeze. “what was that baby? i didn’t hear you?” “p-p-please” you whined. the strength it took just to focus on that one word was immense. the pain and pleasure that was in control of your body was almost too much at this point. cock dumb wasn’t even adequate anymore; it was more like just plain slut brain. the “good boy” from jeongin licked your ears forcing you back into that purely blank state. all you could feel now was the relentless build up from his fingers hitting your g spot and jeongins knee pushing itself against your dick. moving back and forth slightly gave way to your build up. his long fingers kept their pace, moving in and out of you at just the right speed. the sound of his hand hitting your ass filled the room along with your moans and whines. his free hand took hold of your hair forcing your head up so he could look you in your beautiful clouded eyes. “be a good boy and cum for me.” he cooed, forcing one last thrust deep inside against your spot. that single push was enough to break down the dam that held back every ounce of build up that was being stored. for how long you’d been at his mercy, your sensitivity was overwhelming. it hurt to cum, but you needed to. it hurt so much but it felt so good. your body contracted as you came, tears streaming down your face like rivers of the word pleasure.

once you’d finished cumming, and your high settled down, jeongin slid your legs down and hoisted your body up, turning you in the process so he could face you. “are you ok my sweet boy?” he spoke so softly, it was angelic. you nodded, your brain was still a little hazy but your senses were coming back one by one. a big kiss was planted on your forehead as he caressed your face. “did i hurt you at all baby?” “no…” you shook your head once again “but i do feel sore.” “ok hun, we’ll have a bath together ok? i’ll be gentle while im cleaning you i know you’re still very sensitive.” giving him a peck on the cheek you wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him the go ahead to sweep you off your feet.

(not edited if there’s a mistake lmk)

sannirio©

inspired by the lyrics of~

[lottievintage]

Ruth Beautè in her dorm. Here’s some more facts! ^^

Facts about her dorm/how it’s set up:

Since being class rep and head girl is a beneficial, Mrs. Peabody turns a blind eye when Ruth stocked a vintage Vinyl player into her room.

Since Ruth sometimes sneaks in teachers classrooms, taking next due worksheets and finishes them early so she doesn’t have to do them the next day, she has free time and stays in her room in game.

Mrs. Peabody respects Ruth and and her whole “catholic” manner, she sees Beatuè as one of the only girls she can trust, considering the fact if Ruth does not like a girl she can always snitch on them like Mandy for example.

Ruth plays oldies songs, jazz, classical music to relax while in her dorm.

She has the best looking side of her room in all of the Bullworth girls. It’s neat, clean, and has a vanity she sets up to do her makeup, most girls are jealous of it, calling her a stuck up bitch for buying fancy things in her dorm, probably why her and Pinky get along fine. Beautè changed the schools sheets because she was worried they weren’t fully clean or had bed bugs on them, so she bought silk/satin purple sheets for her bed, along with silk pillowcases.

You will hear Frank Sinatra, Mozart, Beethoven, Dion playing

If Jimmy sneaks around he will find her studying or reading, alongside painting her nails. If Hopkins gets really close he can hear her humming the songs she plays or he will hear her talk mean about some of the girls at Bullworth.

She keeps her pet cat Tabby by her side when she believes all the girls are gone.

She uses the side of her closet for Tabby’s needs (littler, food, treats) and keeps her clothes in plastic wraps so they don’t get ruined, like scratches or smell bad.

She shares a room with a girl named “Joetta”.

She hates messy people and judges other girls on the state of their room. If it looks like trash in her head she thinks you’re a slob or just depressed.

Some of the girls are out to get her, but can’t steal her towel because head girl/boy along with the fact she’s class representative, gets to have private shower rooms.

She’s friends with the prefects and can abuse her power if she sees a boy is in their domain, or should I say.. “her domain.”

Pajamas, you can see her wear mulberry colored night gowns, and robes, but sometimes she sleeps naked. (Joetta has seen it all.)

Has a bottle of wine under her bed. (She gets stressed guys, and yes she’s under drinking age.)

Studies to Beethoven

In the photo there are song lyrics here’s were they come from:

[ins4nebxtch]

effortlessly chic : mastered

a guide to looking effortlessly classy

“It’s not about what you wear, it’s about how you wear it.”

1. Hair: Perfectly Undone

Effortless hair isn’t about looking like you spent hours on it. We’re going for the slightly messy, yet polished look. Waves are key here—think lived-in texture, not those stiff, defined curls. A little undone, but still under control. Messy, but not like you just survived a storm. No Clean Girl slicked-back buns—keep it loose, slightly imperfect, but still intentional.

Healthy hair is everything. But here’s the catch—you don’t want it to look too done. The goal is that slightly tousled, I-don’t-care-but-I-secretly-do look. Your waves should have a bit of mess, but not like you’ve just been attacked by a pack of wolves. Keep it natural but polished enough to show you’ve got it under control. Too slick and sleek screams high maintenance. Too wild and it’s giving “I tried but failed.” Find the sweet spot.

2. Color Coordination

Wearing the right colors? Absolute game-changer. When you’re in your shades, everything about your look just clicks into place. You know those times when your outfit is on point but something feels off? Yeah, it’s probably the colors. The wrong tones can make you look like you’re trying too hard to make something work, while the right ones will have people thinking you just glow naturally.

Same goes for jewelry tones. If you’re cool-toned, silver will have you looking effortlessly chic, while gold will seem forced. And vice versa. Match your metals to your skin tone, and you’ll always look polished without even trying. I speak from experience so trust me on this.

3. Jewelry: Statement Pieces Over Basic

Let’s talk jewelry. The key is balance—statement pieces are where the magic happens. You don’t need to overdo it with cheap, fast-fashion accessories. A well-placed statement necklace or a bold ring says so much more than a bunch of basic hoops. Wearing a statement piece that pulls an outfit together looks much more classy and effortless than throwing on a bunch of jewellery. if you want to look like you spent a couple mins throwing yourself together yet you still look amazing, don’t wear too much jewellery all at once. For example if you’re wearing a dress that’s plainer around the top, wear either statement earrings or a neck piece, not both.

It’s all about choosing one or two pieces that pop and elevate your look. When done right, your jewelry should feel like an extension of your vibe, not a distraction. Trust me, you’ll stand out in a sea of basic.

Timeless pieces like a Cartier Tank watch, pearl earrings, or a vintage-inspired chain necklace are perfect examples of effortlessly stylish accessories. They add sophistication without screaming “look at me.”

here are some examples

1. Delicate Gold Necklace: A simple, thin gold chain or a pendant necklace adds a touch of elegance without being overpowering.

2. Pearl Earrings: Classic pearl studs or small hoops can elevate any outfit while maintaining a timeless look.

3. Stackable Rings: Thin, stackable rings in gold or silver can be mixed and matched for a chic, layered effect.

4. Dainty Bracelets: Minimalist bracelets, such as a simple cuff or a chain bracelet, add subtle detail to your wrist.

5. Chic Hoops: Medium-sized hoop earrings in gold or silver offer a classic vibe that can be dressed up or down.

6. Charm Bracelets: A simple charm bracelet with a few meaningful charms can add a personal touch without being too flashy.

7. Minimalist Watch: A classic watch with a thin band and clean face is both functional and stylish.

4. timeless outfits

We’re not doing fast fashion here. You want pieces that are timeless, effortlessly stylish, and not screaming I just bought this because it’s trending on tiktok. Quality basics, suiting your body type , mixed with some unique statement pieces are where it’s at. Think of it as curating a vibe that feels like you rather than jumping on every fashion bandwagon. Dressing for your body type is very important too as clothes that don’t fit how you’re built just make you look like a try hard and kind of odd.

5. Confidence: The Secret Ingredient

No matter what you wear or how you style yourself, the real trick to looking effortless is feeling effortless. When you feel good, it shows. Confidence radiates in a way no amount of makeup, clothes, or jewelry can. Wear what makes you feel like the best version of yourself, and that energy will do the rest.

In the end, looking effortless is all about balance. It’s about being polished without being too perfect, stylish without being too trendy. Embrace your signature style, rock your colors, and remember: the ultimate IT girl look is about owning who you are—effortlessly.

6. examples and references

[coqxettee]

Vintage Americana Coquette Hairstyles ♡

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Some Vintage Americana inspired, coquette, farmers daughter hairstyles for you to try this summer (with links on how to do them ♡) I’ve also given more ideas without links at the bottom.

♡ Donut braids - https://youtu.be/65p-CvO_HxY

These look super cute with ribbon attached at the base of them ♡

♡ Milkmaid braids

Try and leave some strands of hair out at the front or if you have front bangs/layers leave them out to give it more of a messy and dolly look ♡

♡ Braids/Low braids (add ribbon into them)

Always tie ribbon to the end of your classic braids to finish them off. It makes them look so much more classic and gives them that sweeter, coquette edge ♡

Other hairstyles you can try:

Classic pigtails ♡

Twin tails ♡

Two donut bun’s ♡

Hair down with a gingham hairband

Half up half down (add a bow) ♡

Low pigtails ♡

Tip: Add ribbons, flowers, hair bands, hair clips etc, to elevate your hairstyles and make them cuter! A lot of the braided hairstyles looks super cute with ribbons attached at the end of them or braided into them, and if your doing a classic updo, then add a gingham headband! Accessories to your hearts content <3

I hope this helped

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♡

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Recreating the Indie Sleaze House Party Vibe for the Ultimate Nostalgia Night!

Hey, babe! 🌸 Have you been feeling a little nostalgic lately? Because same. There’s something about the vibe of those iconic indie sleaze house parties that just hits different, right? From the chaotic energy to the effortless style, and of course, the music that had us dancing like no one was watching – it was a whole mood. So, what do you say we bring that magic back for one night? I’m talking about a full-on Nostalgia Night where we recreate the ultimate indie sleaze house party vibe, complete with all the nostalgic hits. Ready to dive into the time machine? Let’s go! 🎧✨

What Was Indie Sleaze All About? 🌟

Before we start planning the perfect party, let’s take a moment to reminisce about what made indie sleaze so iconic. Picture it: the mid-to-late 2000s, when house parties were grungy, glamorous, and just the right amount of chaotic. Think Polaroid pictures, messy hair, and outfits that looked effortlessly thrown together (but you secretly spent hours perfecting). It was all about not trying too hard while still looking like the coolest person in the room. And the music? Absolute bangers that made you want to dance until the sun came up.

Step 1: Setting the Scene 🕯️

First things first – we’ve got to nail the vibe. Indie sleaze was all about that gritty, yet oddly cozy atmosphere. Here’s how to set the scene:

1. Low Lighting and Neon Signs 💡

Forget bright overhead lights – we’re going for mood here. Use string lights, candles, or even some neon signs to create a dim, inviting space. Bonus points if you can find a retro “open” sign or something equally as cool to hang up.

2. Mismatched Furniture and Vintage Finds 🛋️

Part of the indie sleaze charm was that nothing matched – and that was the point. Mix and match your furniture, throw some vintage blankets over the couches, and add a few old-school posters to the walls. The more eclectic, the better.

3. Polaroids Everywhere 📸

Polaroid cameras were practically the symbol of the indie sleaze era. Hang up a string of Polaroid photos from past parties or create a DIY photo booth with a Polaroid camera for guests to snap their own pics throughout the night. Instant memories = instant vibes.

Step 2: The Perfect Indie Sleaze Playlist 🎶

The music was the heartbeat of any indie sleaze party, so we’ve got to get the playlist just right. Here are the nostalgic hits that will transport you straight back to the good ol’ days:

1. “Kids” by MGMT 👶

An absolute must. This song was the anthem of every indie sleaze party, and the moment that iconic synth line kicks in, everyone’s going to lose it.

2. “Electric Feel” by MGMT ⚡

Yes, another MGMT track, because no indie sleaze playlist is complete without it. The groovy beats and psychedelic vibes are perfect for getting everyone on the dance floor.

3. “Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix)” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs 🎧

This track is pure energy. It’s impossible not to dance when this song comes on, and it’s a certified indie sleaze classic.

4. “Paper Planes” by M.I.A. 💸

Catchy, rebellious, and oh-so-iconic. This track is all about that indie edge, and the beat drop? Legendary.

5. “Lisztomania” by Phoenix 🔥

An instant mood-lifter. This song’s upbeat tempo and catchy chorus make it a playlist essential. It’s all about those carefree, summer-night vibes.

6. “1901” by Phoenix 🇫🇷

Another Phoenix track because, let’s be real, they were the soundtrack of the indie sleaze era. The guitar riffs, the vibe – everything about this song screams nostalgia.

7. “Dance Yrself Clean” by LCD Soundsystem 🕺

If you’re going for a late-night, almost euphoric dance vibe, this is the track to put on. The build-up is everything, and when the beat finally drops, it’s like a whole new level of party.

8. “Fluorescent Adolescent” by Arctic Monkeys 🌆

This song is the perfect mix of cheeky and cool, capturing that effortless indie sleaze vibe. It’s great for singing along at the top of your lungs.

9. “Time to Pretend” by MGMT (yes, again!) ⏳

Because let’s face it, MGMT dominated the indie sleaze scene, and this track is all about living in the moment – exactly what we’re going for.

Step 3: The Outfits – Effortlessly Cool 👗

Now that we’ve got the scene and the music covered, let’s talk outfits. The key to indie sleaze fashion is looking like you just threw something together and still managed to be the coolest person in the room. Here’s how to nail the look:

1. Vintage Band Tees 🎸

Nothing says indie like a worn-out band tee. Bonus points if it’s a band that no one’s ever heard of. Pair it with ripped skinny jeans or a mini skirt, and you’re golden.

2. Layer It Up 🧥

Layers were everything in the indie sleaze days. Think flannels over tees, leather jackets over dresses, or cardigans draped over anything. The more mismatched, the better.

3. Grungy Hair and Makeup 💄

Messy hair is a must – think loose waves, undone updos, or just letting it do its thing. For makeup, go for smudgy eyeliner, a bold lip, and don’t be afraid to add a bit of glitter. It’s all about that “I just rolled out of bed and still look amazing” vibe.

4. Statement Accessories 🕶️

Whether it’s oversized sunglasses, chunky jewelry, or a fedora (yes, fedoras were a thing), accessories are key to pulling the whole look together. Go big or go home!

Step 4: The Drinks – Keep It Classic 🍻

No indie sleaze party is complete without some classic, no-fuss drinks. Here’s what to have on hand:

1. Cheap Beer 🍺

It doesn’t have to be fancy – indie sleaze was all about keeping it real. Stock up on your favorite cheap beer, and you’re good to go.

2. Vodka Cranberry 🍒

Simple, tasty, and easy to make. Plus, it’s got that throwback vibe we’re all about.

3. Whiskey on the Rocks 🥃

For the indie purists. It’s strong, straightforward, and adds a bit of edge to the party.

Final Thoughts, Babe: Let’s Make This Nostalgia Night One to Remember!

So there you have it – everything you need to recreate the ultimate indie sleaze house party vibe. From setting the scene and curating the perfect playlist, to nailing your outfit and stocking up on drinks, this is going to be a night that takes you straight back to the golden days of grunge glamour and effortlessly cool chaos.

Whether you’re planning this for your crew or just want to relive the nostalgia on your own, the key is to have fun, let loose, and embrace the carefree spirit of the indie sleaze era. It’s not about perfection – it’s about the memories, the music, and the moments that make you feel alive.

Are you ready to host the ultimate Nostalgia Night, or do you have some indie sleaze memories you’re dying to share? Let’s chat in the comments – I’m all ears, babe! 💕

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 The Gothic Southern Belle

A Devotion to Elegance, Strength, and Mystery

This post is tailored to the stay at home traditional woman and mother.

All photos were made by me. Please give credit. I forgot to put watermarks >.<

[More Secular Guide]

Welcome, darlin'. This ain't just a guide – it's a manifesto for the woman you are becoming. If you are here, it means you're ready to embody the Gothic Southern Belle: a woman of quiet power, unwavering grace, and deep devotion. A woman who moves like poetry and speaks like a summer's breeze. But let's be clear – this transformation isn't for everyone. It requires discipline, devotion, and relentless refinement. If you're ready, then remember to note this post.

"The world wants you distracted, weak, and forgettable. You will not be."

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 The Mindset of a Southern Belle

Steel Under Silk

Before we get into routines, aesthetics, and daily rituals, let's get this straight – this is about who you ARE, not just how you look. You absolutely must:

Move with purpose

Speak with intention

Live with devotion

A Southern Belle ain't passive. She is soft, but powerful; kind but unshakeable, graceful but disciplined. She is a woman of substance, presence, and mystery. She doesn't chase attention, but commands it with quiet strength. She is soft in her movements, yet unyielding in her discipline.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: The Core Principles :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀°

No more excuses. If you say you will do something, do it.

Elegance is discipline. Every choice reflects who you are becoming.

Mystery is power. Speak less, observe more.

Devotion is your foundation. To your family, to yourself, to your faith.

"If you move through life passively, you will never be remembered. Stop waiting to 'feel ready'. Power is cultivated through action"

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 The Daily Structure

Routine doesn't cage you – it sets you free.

A Southern Belle doesn't drift through life. She moves with grace and purpose. Every moment is intentional. This is your detailed daily structure, crafted for elegance, devotion, and discipline.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: The Royal Wake-Up･:.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [5:30-6:30]

NO snooze button. The moment you hesitate, you let weakness win.

First words: "Today, I embody the power and grace of Christ."

Glass of warm lemon water to wake the body.

Stretching like a ballerina. Controlled, graceful, intentional.

Morning Prayer. Set your intentions for the day.

"Do you think queens wake up sloppy? Do you think icons roll out of bed like peasants? No. Get up and be the woman you deserve."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: Southern Belle Beauty Ritual :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [6:30-7:30]

Skincare is sacred. No skipping. Hydrate, glow, be luminous.

Hair must be styled, or veiled at the least. Soft waves, romantic updos – but never messy.

Signature scent applied every morning. Let people remember you by your fragrance.

Minimal but intentional makeup. Softly defined, yet mysterious.

★ Pro Tip: Invest in luxurious vintage beauty tools– a silver-handled brush, a velvet compact mirror, a lace-trimmed robe...

"A woman's presence should be felt before she speaks. Your appearance is a reflection of your inner discipline."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: Dressing the Part :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [7:30-8:00]

Dresses or skirts, always. Feminine, fitted but comfortable.

Dark, rich, or natural colors. Black, beige, wine red.

Even your loungewear should be elegant. No laziness or frumpiness.

★ Visual Tip: Create a Southern Gothic Capsule Wardrobe. A collection of timeless, dramatic pieces that always look refined.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: Breakfast & Family :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [8:00-9:00]

Breakfast is an event. No rushed eating–enjoy the ritual. Fresh biscuits, eggs, fruit, and oatmeal.

Tea or coffee in fine china. Even if you're alone, create beauty in your mornings.

Slow, poetic parenting. Read to your babies in a deep, enchanting tone. Speak to your children with patience and warmth.

Household Elegance: Light candles, have classic music playing, move through chores with a dancer's grace.

★ Pro Tip: Incorporate Victorian-era homemaking rituals such as lavender sachets in drawers, handwritten notes, a silver tea set. Create a serene environment with soft ambient sounds.

"A rushed morning creates a chaotic day. Move with intention."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: Household Management :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [9:00-10:30]

Housekeeping is a ritual. Open windows to let in fresh air. Light candles or incense. Tidy with graceful movements–never rushed, never frantic.

Learning & Personal Refinement. Read literature, poetry, or philosophy. Practice feminine skills such as piano, embroidery, or calligraphy. Journal to reflect on your progress and set one intention for improvement.

★ Pro Tip: Keep a handwritten book of wisdom and lessons to pass down to your children one day.

"Your home is a reflection of your mind. Keep it in order."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: Outdoor Time :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [10:30-12:30]

A slow walk outside. Observe nature, breathe deeply, and let the sun kiss your skin.

Allow your children to explore. Point out flowers, birds, and the beauty of the world.

Soft-spoken conversations. No yelling, no sharp words. Remember, you set the energy.

★ Pro Tip: Wear a wide-brimmed hat and flowing dress for a timeless, elegant silhouette.

"Your children will mirror your energy. Give them something beautiful to reflect."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: Lunch & Rest :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [12:30-1:00]

Dark, hearty meals. Bone broth, slow-cooked meats, fresh greens.

Eat slowly, savor every bite. No distractions.

Encourage quiet play or a short rest for your children.

Afternoon tea or coffee. Make a small luxury for yourself.

★ Pro Tip: Use vintage silverware and linen napkins. Small details elevate your meals.

"Refinement is in the details."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: Personal Projects :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [1:00-3:00]

Work on something creative. Write, paint, or create content that reflects your energy. Study history, art, or an intellectual pursuit.

Run errands with poise. Always well-dressed, always composed.

Refine your social presence. Engage in meaningful conversations. Maintain mystique.

★ Pro Tip: Walk as if you own the world, but never rush.

"A woman of presence moves with control, not chaos."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: Dinner & Family :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [3:30-5:30]

Cook with intention. Choose meals that nourish and bring comfort.

Create an elegant table setting. Candles, soft music, real dishes.

Talk, not just eat. Engage with your family.

★ Pro Tip: Develop a weekly menu of refined classic Southern meals like chicken pot pie.

"A rushed meal is a wasted opportunity for connection."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: Evening Wind Down :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀° [6:00-7:00]

Encourage quiet, screen-free activities. Play a family game of charades or a board game.

Soft storytelling before bed. A slow, captivating voice.

A warm bath & skincare ritual.

★ Pro Tip: Keep a Victorian-style bedtime journal. Write one reflection from the day before bed.

"Your nighttime routine is a prayer to the next day."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔.: No More Waiting :.ೃ࿔.⋆❀°

"There is no tomorrow. There is no 'one day'. You become HER by acting like her NOW."

★ You ARE the Gothic Southern Belle.

★ You ARE the woman of presence and devotion.

★ You ARE the mother, wife, and daughter that your family deserves.

Now prove it.

[archivistofnerddom]

The Bad Batch and Winter Holiday HCs

Because, why not? If the Bad Batch were to live in a random neighborhood, you know they would be here to do all the winter holiday/Christmas thing. So, here we go!

Tech and Wrecker team up to do all the exterior decorations. Things are about amazing as you’d expect them to be. There’s a light show (complete with music), several decoratively placed blow-up lawn (and roof) ornaments, and garlands galore.

Echo put the kibosh on them including fireworks in the light show. They don’t need a repeat of last year’s fight with their (not-so-)friendly neighborhood Karen. (He’s getting them a permit to do a New Year’s/end of the holiday season fireworks and light show as a surprise Christmas present. Just don’t tell Hunter.)

Omega convinces Hunter that they should all have their own trees to decorate to their personal tastes. He pretends to put up a fight and say that they don’t have enough space for that, but relents. (The smell of fir trees is soothing to Hunter, so he doesn’t mind having several trees around the house.)

The sheer variety of ways that the Batch decorate their individual trees is epic.

Omega’s tree has all of the ornament that they’ve made for themselves and each other over the years. She calls it the family tree, and she’s right.

Crosshair’s tree somehow has the most intricately designed ornaments on it and is universally agreed upon to be their holiday photo tree.

Echo’s tree is chaotic enough to make Fives proud. There is no rhyme or reason for his decoration choices.

Hunter goes for a classic look for his tree. It’s surprisingly quite fancy and becomes their dining room tree.

Wrecker’s tree is the living room tree. All of the wrapped presents go under it. It’s an eclectic combination of great vintage ornaments, fun lights (think bubble lights and snowball lights), and warm cheer.

Tech’s tree, of course, winds up on the roof and is part of the exterior light show.

Baking for the holidays is a three day affair. Wrecker and Omega have the best time decorating all the cookies and putting together treat bags for their friends and family as gifts.

Tech does a customized holiday light set-up for their cars. No, he will not ask you if you’re okay with him doing that. You’re getting this set-up. It’s up to you if you want to use or lose the extra decorations that Omega added (like bows and antlers).

Crosshair makes it his personal mission to mess with the neighborhood Karen whenever she complains about their decoration choices. The Grinch replica that wound up *just* on the other side of her property line totally wasn’t his doing. (The fact that he spends the bulk of the holiday season in Grinch sweaters and hoodies is completely coincidental and not at all planned.)

Hunter makes sure they get their yearly family photo around this time of year. He changes the outfit theme every year. The one time he tried to get everyone to dress nice was a near-disaster.

The rotating theme happened because the one year Hunter wanted them to dress up nicely, Crosshair, Tech, and Wrecker all showed up in ugly sweaters without even talking to one another beforehand. The sheer hilarity of that kept it from being a complete disaster. Ever since then, at least one person shows up in an on-theme ugly sweater for the holiday family photo.

Echo and Omega are responsible for their Christmas cards every year. They’re the only ones responsible enough to do that — mostly because they can keep the cards on trend for the holidays.

For as chaotic and messy as it is, Hunter’s favorite part of the holidays is their family gift exchange. Everyone is in comfy PJs, drinking coffee and hot chocolate, and passing around gifts.

Wrecker is responsible for their big family dinner. While everyone helps get ready for that with decorations and setting the table, he’s got everything going on schedule in the kitchen. He loves seeing how much his family and their guests appreciate his cooking.

One year, Omega (with help from Crosshair) made customized stockings for everyone. Those are the stockings that the Batch has used every year since.

Getting a handmade stocking from Omega becomes a mark of true honor and love among their extended family and friend group.