#the kit kats

[tfc2211]

The Kit Kats

[kawaiibabeshop]

✨ 💖 Kawaii Shop 💖✨

[kitkatkitzune]

BUILD-AN-ELIJAH

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!reader

Summary: You give Elijah a teddy bear with a suit.

Warnings: Established relationship, Elijah being rich rich, Possible OOC!Elijah, Elijah loving his suits, Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (my bad, you should expect this by now.)

Notes: This picture of Daniel Gillies is so cute.

Word Count: 476

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“What is this, my love?” Elijah asks as you set a rather large cardboard box that was designed to look like a house in his lap.

“Please just open it, Elijah.” you smile, moving so you can sit on the arm of his chair.

He sighs, “I do not enjoy you spending your money on me.”

You roll your eyes, “You spoil me all the time ‘Lijah, besides, it's just a silly thing I think you may get a laugh out of…” you pout, “Please…”

Elijah shakes his head and presses a quick kiss to your lips, “I suppose since you asked so nicely.”

“Only you, Elijah Mikaelson, would complain about getting a gift.”

He chuckles and begins to open the box, he raises a brow when he sees what’s inside and turns to you, “Are you sure this is not meant for Hope?”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

Inside the box, there’s a light brown teddy bear dressed in a fancy looking dark grey suit with a black tie and matching dress shoes. A small smile tugs on his lips as he takes the bear fully out of the box.

He holds it up next to him, facing you, “Is this meant to be me?”

You bite your lip to try and stop your giggles but fail miserably. Elijah pushes the box off of him and pulls you into his lap.

He waits for your giggles to subside, raising a brow, waiting for your response.

You take a deep breath to calm your laughter, “I took Hope to the mall today and when I saw that little suit I couldn’t resist!”

Elijah hums and inspects the suit the bear is wearing, “I suppose we could pretend this is a Kiton or a Brioni… maybe even an Armani? Although this fabric does feel quite cheap.”

You laugh and roll your eyes, “Of course it feels cheap, it’s a fourteen dollar outfit for a teddy bear from a kids store!”

He clicks his tongue, “Now that just won’t do, I’ll get this little guy’s measurements and send them in for a custom suit.“

You hope that he is just joking but you can’t be too sure. You shake your head, “You have too much money you don’t even know what to do with it.”

He pulls you closer to him, “I know that I enjoy buying you whatever you want.”

“I have all I want,” you whisper before kissing him, “all I want is you.”

You then gesture to the stuffed animal, ”And for you to love the little teddy bear regardless of if he has a fancy suit or not.”

Elijah chuckles a bit, “I do love him but his wardrobe could use an upgrade.”

You sigh, “Fine, one suit.”

“Three.”

“Elijah.”

“A man needs options…”

“He’s a stuffed bear!” you giggle.

“I’ll settle for two.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

[the0retically]

The fact that people are bashing Eddie Redmayne’s version of the Emcee are not understanding the point of Cabaret at all

The fact that every single one of his movements is jerky just shows how he is like a puppet. He is not in control of the story, he is not in control of the outcome, he is simply there to tell the tale. He has no autonomy of his own

He is the Master of Ceremonies, he should be moving by himself and making his own decisions but everyone at the Kit Kat Club is fast asleep

The Emcee is the only one aware of how this story ends but he is powerless to change anything about it

[healinglights]

[vintagepromotions]

Matchbook cover illustration for the Kit Kat Club, Los Angeles, featuring a cat playing the piano (c. 1950).

[allyekatdraws]

Listen. Danny and Jason? They just Get It. Ya know?

Two dead boys being dead and supporting each other in the ✨TRAUMA✨ of it all.

Danny confiding in Jason that he was never mourned? That he never got a grave? A burial? An acknowledgment of his death???

Jason about the pit rage? About wanting to be avenged?? Coming back but not the same? Not right? Replaced?

And who else understands? When trying to acknowledge it yourself makes people look at you with pity? Grief? Sorrow?

Two dead boys being alive together

[esqueletosgays]

CABARET (1972)

Director: Bob Fosse Cinematography: Geoffrey Unsworth

[hatshipsthighs]

💛You pick💛

[tfc2211]

The Kit Kats

[happymiffy]

[kitkatkitzune]

FLAVORS

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Fem!reader

Summary: Kol learns about modern day beauty products, his favorite being flavored lip balm.

Warnings: Kol being Kol, Kol being a softie, Klaus being sassy, Best friend Rebekah, Brief mention of blood, Mention of Rebekah previously trying to eat reader (we all make mistakes), Kol being very very curious about modern stuff, inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (my bad.)

Notes: This was originally a very short fluffy idea that I had… and then it kind of just turned into way more? whoops? I feel like we never really talk about the little things that would be way different to all the originals, we always focus on the big things like technology and laws but never something as simple as flavored lip balm…

I’d like to take this opportunity to shout out my red crab makeup headband.

Word Count: 2.4k

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“And what do we have here?” Kol’s teasing voice cuts into the conversation you and Rebekah were currently having in her room.

The blonde girl rolls her eyes, “Go away, Kol.”

You turn and look at the boy, you hadn’t officially met him yet as you spend most of your time with Rebekah but you had heard stories about him. Kol smirks at you and then looks at all of the items laid out on Rebekah’s bed.

He walks over and tilts his head, obviously curious, he picks up an eyeshadow palette, “Is this makeup?” he looks at you when he asks, addressing the question to you.

You hum and he nods, continuing, “See, right before I was put into a little box, makeup was still a bit of a taboo for common women…” he opens the palette and stares at all the vibrant shades, “now you all wear these bright colors.”

You watch in horror as he digs his finger into the pot of a glittery purple shade causing the pressed pigment to crack and break. You’re on your feet immediately and grab the palette from him, letting out a sigh when you see the damage.

Kol doesn’t seem to notice your expression, “What do you do with this?” he holds up his pointer finger that is coated in sparkly purple.

Rebekah takes the palette from you and glares at her brother, “You do realize you’ve ruined the purple right?”

Kol ignores Rebekah and looks at you, expectantly, you sigh, “It goes on your eyelids, it’s eyeshadow.”

Kol hums and in a quick move, puts his finger on your eyelid, spreading the pigment onto your face, effectively ruining your makeup look you and Rebekah had just finished. He smirks, proud of his work.

“Kol!” Rebekah gasps, standing up to forcibly shove her brother out of her room. She slams the door shut and locks it even though he could get back in if he really wanted to.

With her back still to the door Rebekah looks at you with an exasperated look, “I am so sorry! My brother is a bloody fool.”

You shrug, grabbing the makeup remover to clean your face, “It’s fine, Bekah. It’s not your fault he hasn’t seen an eyeshadow palette yet…” you pause a moment, tilting your head in thought, “though, I guess it’s not really his fault either?” a small smile appears on your face, one Rebekah recognizes as your ‘he’s cute’ smile.

“Don’t tell me you think he’s—” Rebekah starts and you cut her off, very aware of the fact that you’re in a house full of vampires with super hearing.

“Besides, I hardly used the purple anyway.”

Rebekah narrows her eyes at you and crosses her arms, walking closer to you. You roll your eyes and bring your fingers up in a pinching motion, mouthing, ‘Only a bit.’

You giggle as Rebekah’s nose scrunches up in disgust at your admission of finding her brother a bit cute.

-★-

You were currently lounging on the Mikaelson family’s couch, reading to pass the time while you waited for your face mask to finish. You didn’t care about anyone seeing you in such a thing, the Mikaelsons always came home covered in blood or worse. Seeing you in a little bit of clay wouldn’t kill any of them.

It would certainly confuse Kol, though. He was a bit alarmed when he entered the living room to find you with a green face.

“What on earth is that?” he asks, he seems mildly concerned but also intrigued.

You look up at him, closing your book, “It’s a face mask. It helps your skin become clearer and healthier.”

He nods, still a bit weirded out by it and an idea pops into your head.

“Would you like to try?”

“What?”

“The face mask! Oh come on, it'll be fun!” you say, jumping off of the couch to grab his hand and drag him up to your honorary room you had in their house.

Kol attempted to glance around the room but didn’t really get a chance as you drug him straight into the bathroom, you held up two fluffy headbands in front of him. One was red and had eyes on it, accompanied by little claws to look like a crab and the other was brown with little bear ears.

The one you were currently wearing was red with little devil horns, he would have preferred that one. Still, he chooses the crab one so you two would have matching colors.

You let out a little squeal and stretch the headband over his head while he sits there like a doll, doing nothing to help you. You grab the face mask tube and set it on the counter and that’s when you notice you left your drink downstairs and grumble, you needed your caffeine.

“I’ll be right back!” you chirp and practically skip out of the room to get your drink.

Kol bounces his leg, a bit nervous before he picks up the tube and begins to read the ingredients. He decides to open it up and squeeze a bit into his hand, just to get a feel for the texture. However, even as a thousand year old vampire he sometimes underestimates his strength which results in him squeezing over half of the tube out and onto the floor.

Kol’s eyes widen in panic just as you come back into the bathroom and see the mess on the ground.

“I didn’t mean to!” Kol quickly tries to defend himself.

You sigh, setting your drink down and reaching for a towel to wipe the mask off the ground, “How much is left in the tube?”

“A third…” Kol waits for you to rip the crab headband off his head and shove him out of the room just as Rebekah had done the other day but you don’t.

You look up at him and smile, “That’s still enough to do yours!”

Standing up, you toss the towel near the hamper and grab the tube from Kol. You squeeze a generous amount onto the scoop, gently grabbing Kol’s chin to tilt his head up.

“It’s going to be a bit cold since it’s a refrigerated mask, just a warning.”

Kol nods but still flinches when it first touches his skin. He sits quietly, just watching you as you focus on spreading the clay evenly on his face.

After a moment you finally speak up, “Klaus bought me this mask when he was dragging me and Stefan all around that summer trying to find werewolves… I practically begged him.”

“My brother kidnapped you as well?”

You shake your head, “No, no, I essentially forced him to take me when he took Stefan.”

“I do believe your exact words were ‘I’m not letting Stefan run around with a filthy mutt all summer by himself.’” Klaus announces while walking past your room, stopping for only a brief moment.

You roll your eyes and shout back, “But now we’re the best of friends!”

“You just like my credit card!”

You laugh a bit and set down the scoop you used to spread the mask around with into the sink.

“And now we wait.”

Kol nods, then asks, “So you were there when Rebekah was undaggered the first time?”

You nod, “Mhm! I was the one who taught her about todays makeup and some fashion trends! She actually tried to eat me when we first met but Klaus stopped her and now we’re thick as thieves!”

You smile fondly at the memory of helping Rebekah understand modern makeup and fashion, you explained everything to her and even did her makeup for her.

“Is it supposed to feel like my face is being frozen in place?” Kol asks, interrupting your trip down memory lane.

“Yup!”

-★-

Kol tilts his head to the side as he watches you apply something to your lips, it wasn’t the action that was confusing him, it was that there was no color.

“What is that?”

“This?” you hold up the small cylinder and he nods, “It’s called lip balm… it’s kind of like lipstick.”

“Why is there no color if it’s like lipstick?”

You shake your head, “No, no, it’s for healing your lips, it’s meant to be clear. It’s more like a medicine. It makes your lips all soft and prevents cracking and bleeding.”

Kol nods, “So it’s like… moisturizer?”

“You can think of it like that!”

After a moment you gesture for Kol to take the lip balm, “Wanna try? These ones are even flavored! This one tastes like cherry!”

Kol’s brows shoot up, “flavored?”

“Mhm! They have all different kinds! Coconut, strawberry, cotton candy—“ you cut yourself off, “oh my gosh! You’ve never had cotton candy before, have you? Oh you’ve got to try it! That’s the next thing on the list! Right after lip balm!”

Kol chuckles at your eagerness and takes the lip balm from you, cranking the bottom of it til over half of the actual lip balm was sticking out of the container. He sniffs it, as though he thinks you’re playing a trick on him when you say it's flavored.

Then very carefully he brings it up to his lips and… takes a bite out of it?

“Kol—“ you try but it’s too late.

The Mikaelson boy grimaces at the artificial waxy taste, he swallows it and glares at you, he isn’t actually mad at you and you can tell.

He gets a drink of water to wash away the taste, “You said it was flavored! That tastes God awful!”

You laugh, “Because you’re not meant to actually eat it!”

“But you said—“

You shake your head, taking back the lip balm to try and smooth out the bite marks, “C’mere.” you becken him over to invade your space.

You tilt his head down, holding his cheek as you apply the lip balm onto him. Kol stands a bit awkwardly with his hands out for about five seconds before resting them on your hips. He’s relieved when you don’t jump away from his touch. To his surprise, when you’re finished applying the lip balm, you don’t pull completely out of his hold.

“Lick your lips.” you say, smiling up at him.

Kol’s brow furrows but he follows the order nonetheless, his eyes light up when he tastes the faint cherry flavor.

“Better?” you ask.

“Much.”

“And now your lips will be super soft! Perfect for kissing!”

There’s silence for a moment and reluctantly you step out of his hold, “I’m sorry I just made that super awkward…”

“No, no, you didn’t.”

You clear your throat and hand him the lip balm, “You keep this… after all, you did take a bite out of it.”

“That I did, darling.”

-★-

It had been awhile since you had seen Kol and you hoped you had not ruined whatever little friendship you had going on with your kissing comment. It may have also been a while since you had seen him since you were avoiding the Mikaelson house to, well, avoid him. It was weird for everyone since you were always there. Rebekah had heard about what happened from both you and Kol and she was about to go crazy with the two of you dancing around each other. She demanded that Kol go talk to you since she knew you’d never get the courage to do so.

You were washing dishes in the kitchen when there was a knock on the door. You dry off your hands and go to look through the peephole, there’s Kol Mikaelson, standing on your doorstep holding a large shopping bag.

You open the door and raise a brow, “What are you doing here?”

He holds up the bag to emphasize its presence, “May I come in?”

You nibble your lip, you knew if you invited him in there would be no take backs on it. You shook the thought from your head, all of the other originals (besides Finn) had access to your home. The Mikaelsons were practically family to you and Kol had been good to you.

You step aside, “Come on in.”

Kol looks around as he enters, taking in your home.

“I know it’s not nearly as fancy as your mansion but not all of us can come from billion dollar original vampire families.”

He chuckles at your comment, “It’s a nice home.”

The two of you stand in silence for a moment, just staring at each other before you cough awkwardly, unable to handle his intense gaze any longer, “What do you need Kol?”

“Oh, right, I almost forgot.” he gestures the bag towards you, urging you to take it.

You raise a brow but comply, opening the bag you find a new eyeshadow palette, the same one that he had ruined the purple in, a bottle of the fancy clay mask you use, and a number of different flavored chapsticks (including the cherry flavored one he’d taken a bite out of).

“Kol… you didn’t have to…”

“I figured I should since I practically trashed your old stuff.” he walks farther into your home, until he reaches the living room where you have reruns of your favorite television show playing.

He turns around, facing you as you rummage through all the different chapstick flavors.

A small smile appears on his face, “Maybe we could try them all?”

Your eyes widen, “You want to open all of them?”

“Well, maybe not all but a few… I have an idea, what if you put them on and I’ll guess the flavor…”

Your brows furrow as you open one of the lip balms and begin applying it, “That doesn’t even make sense, they’d be on my lips not yours!”

Kol lets out a chuckle at your statement and you just become even more confused.

“Bloody hell, you’re oblivious.”

“Wha—“

Kol cuts you off by connecting your lips in a short but very sweet kiss. He pulls away, looking at your expression to make sure Rebekah hadn’t been lying to him about you having a crush on him. His worries disappear when you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in again. His hands find your hips, pulling you flush to him as he begins to nibble on your lip. He pulls away again, resting his forehead against yours, allowing you both to catch your breath.

“Coconut.” he says suddenly.

“What?”

“The flavor,” he clarifies, “It’s coconut.”

You remove your arms from his neck and look at the lip balm in your hands, “Oh you so totally cheated!”

“I did no such thing!”

“The coconut one doesn’t even taste like coconut!”

“Okay… maybe I peeked just a little.”

“Kol Mikaelson!”

You both begin to laugh before Kol smirks cheekily at you, pulling you impossibly close, “Next lip balm? I promise I won't peek this time.”

[gabbiesteeth]

i love men in lipstick men in lipstick come to me

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

I think we all need to conjure the image of Merlin sitting on Arthur's lap whenever a princess/noblewomen comes along to woo Arthur. The mighty warrior, killer of bandit losers, sword twirly hand gesture guy, Crown Prince of Camelot just straight up panics and his natural reaction is to pull Merlin onto his lap and say he's gay for his manservant or throws Merlin over his shoulder and runs away, far away from the beautiful women.

My boi Merlin however wonders why Arthur doesn't just court someone already and stop trying to get him in trouble with Uther or his Uncle Gaius who keeps his fluffy caterpillar eyebrow in constant doom mode; Merlin is not in the mood to deal Arthur's romantic inability nonsense and people thinking he and Arthur are together when they're obviously not.

Seriously they're not together...they both protest loudly as Arthur holds a pantless manservant wearing a loose and very familiar red tunic whilst the prince himself is shirtless and the laces on his breeches are untied.

Definitely not fucking together.

[rorymissgilmore]

I love this hahaha