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Summary: After Lando's first win in Miami, his team manager Zak Brown gets a tattoo to commemorate the memory but Lando can't help but let the the artist doing Zak's tattoo catch his eye.

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The air in the Miami tattoo shop buzzed with energy, colors, and a palpable sense of creativity. Art adorned the walls, showcasing everything from intricate black-and-white designs to vibrant, splashy pieces. The hum of tattoo machines mixed with the sound of chatter and laughter, creating a symphony of its own. The walls were a riot of color, every inch covered with framed art, photos of happy customers, and the occasional trophy from tattoo conventions.

The vibrant atmosphere of the tattoo shop was infectious, and the sounds of buzzing machines mixed with music and laughter. As Zak and I walked further into the shop, we were greeted by a lively array of people—some in the midst of getting tattooed, others waiting and chatting animatedly.

As I stepped inside, the recent memory of my historic first F1 win in Miami still electrified my senses. It was the first Miami Grand Prix, and taking the top spot on the podium was surreal. The celebration seemed to follow me everywhere, even here, in this eclectic sanctuary of ink. I could still hear the roar of the crowd, feel the champagne spray, and see the sea of waving flags. 

Zak Brown, our team principal, was right behind me, his excitement matching my own. "This place is incredible," he said, looking around with wide eyes. "I can’t believe we’re actually doing this."

I grinned, feeling a mix of exhilaration and disbelief. "Neither can I. But hey, if there's ever a time to get a tattoo, it's after a win like that."

The shop's owner, a burly guy named Marco with sleeves of intricate tattoos, greeted us with a warm smile. "Welcome, gentlemen! Heard you had quite the race. Congratulations!"

Zak shook his hand enthusiastically. "Thanks, Marco! We're here to commemorate the occasion with some ink. Think you can help us out?"

Marco chuckled. "You're in the right place. Y/N's the best in the business. She'll take good care of you."

As we followed Marco to the back of the shop, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation. This was going to be a day to remember, in more ways than one.

At that moment, Y/N approached us. Her presence was magnetic, drawing eyes from around the shop. Her feed-in braids framed her face perfectly, and her glowing brown skin seemed to catch the light just right. Traditional tattoos adorned her arms, each one a story in itself. Piercings accentuated her features—a septum ring, nostril studs, and a vertical labret. She exuded confidence and warmth.

"Hey there," she said, her voice smooth and welcoming. "I'm Y/N. I hear we’ve got a special project today."

"Hi, Y/N. I’m Lando, and this is Zak," I said, introducing us. "He’s the one getting the tattoo. Think you can handle it?"

She laughed, a rich, melodic sound that put everyone at ease. "I think I can manage. So, Zak, you ready for this?"

Zak took a deep breath, his excitement mingling with a touch of nervousness. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Great," Y/N said, leading us to her station. "Let’s get started. Any particular details you want for the design?"

Zak sat down and rolled up his sleeve, exposing his bicep. "Just the track layout, maybe with a little bit of shading to give it some depth. Keep it clean and sharp."

Y/N nodded, sketching out the design on transfer paper. "Got it. Let’s make this memorable."

As she worked, I found myself drawn to her skill and precision. "You’ve got a steady hand," I commented, watching her sketch. "How long have you been doing this?"

"About six years now," she replied, her eyes never leaving the paper. "Started right out of art school. It’s been a journey, but I love it."

"That's impressive," I said, genuinely admiring her work. "And your tattoos—are they all your designs?"

"Most of them," she said, glancing up briefly to show a hint of pride. "Some are collaborations with other artists. It’s a way to carry a piece of their creativity with me."

I nodded, appreciating her perspective. "That’s really cool. Maybe one day I’ll get a piece of your work too."

Y/N smiled, a spark of intrigue in her eyes. "Anytime, Lando. Anytime."

Zak took a deep breath, his excitement mingling with a touch of nervousness. "Alright, let’s do this."

"So, Zak," Y/N said, sketching out the design on transfer paper. "Why the Miami track? Besides the obvious reason, of course."

Zak glanced at me, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "This win was special. Not just because it was in Miami, but because of the journey it represents. The hard work, the setbacks, the triumphs. It all led to this moment. And I want to remember it forever."

Y/N nodded, her expression thoughtful. "That’s a beautiful reason. Alright, let’s make this memorable."

As she began the tattoo, I couldn’t resist teasing Zak a little more. "You sure you're ready for this, Zak? Maybe I should hold your hand."

Zak rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "I think I’ll be fine, Lando. But thanks for the offer. Just don’t distract her too much, Lando."

Y/N chuckled softly. "Don’t worry, Zak. I’ve got this."

As she worked, I couldn’t help but continue my playful banter with Y/N. "So, Y/N, what’s the most interesting tattoo you’ve ever done?"

She glanced up, her eyes meeting mine. "That’s a tough one. I’ve done so many unique pieces. But one of my favorites was a full back piece of a phoenix rising from the ashes. It was symbolic for the client, and it turned out beautifully."

"Sounds incredible," I said, genuinely impressed. "You must have a lot of stories."

"Oh, definitely," she said, focusing back on Zak’s tattoo. "Every tattoo has a story. That’s what makes this job so fascinating."

Zak, trying to endure the discomfort, chimed in. "And what story will my tattoo tell?"

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "That you’re a dedicated team principal who isn’t afraid to commemorate a victory in style."

Zak laughed, despite the needle in his skin. "I like that."

I leaned closer, watching Y/N work. "You’ve got a steady hand," I commented. "It’s like watching an artist paint."

"Thanks, Lando," she said, not missing a beat. "It’s all about practice and passion."

As the session continued, I found myself more and more drawn to her, not just because of her skill but because of the way she carried herself. She was confident, talented, and had a way of making everyone around her feel at ease. I knew Zak was right—I needed to focus on the moment, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter was just the beginning of something interesting.

As Y/N continued to work on Zak's tattoo, the atmosphere in the shop remained lively and vibrant. The buzz of the tattoo machine, mixed with the background chatter and music, created a unique ambiance. I kept up my playful banter with Y/N, enjoying the lighthearted conversation and her easy laughter.

"So, Y/N," I said, leaning casually against the counter, "if you weren't a tattoo artist, what do you think you'd be doing?"

She glanced up briefly, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Probably something still in the arts. Maybe painting or graphic design. I've always loved creating things, whether it's on skin or canvas."

"That's awesome," I replied, genuinely interested. "I can't even draw a straight line. Guess I'll just have to stick to driving fast."

She laughed again, the sound melodic and infectious. "Well, you're pretty good at that, from what I've seen."

Zak, meanwhile, was starting to show signs of irritation. He was trying to endure the discomfort of the tattoo while also putting up with my relentless flirting. His grip on the armrest tightened, and he shot me a look that clearly said, "Enough already."

"Lando, maybe you should give it a rest," he said through gritted teeth, attempting to keep his tone light but failing to hide his frustration. "Some of us are trying to focus here."

I raised my hands in mock surrender, chuckling. "Alright, alright, I'll behave."

Y/N glanced between us, her smile a mix of amusement and sympathy. "Don't worry, Zak. We're almost done with the outline. Just hang in there a bit longer."

Zak nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just wish Lando would stop flirting for five minutes."

I couldn't help but laugh, but I dialed it back a notch, sensing Zak's patience was wearing thin. "I'll be good, promise."

Y/N gave me a reassuring smile. "He's right, though. I appreciate the company, but I do need to concentrate."

I nodded, feeling a bit sheepish. "Got it. Sorry, Zak."

As Y/N continued her work, I watched in silence for a while, admiring her skill and dedication. The way she handled the tattoo machine, her focus and precision—it was clear she was passionate about her craft. Zak's tattoo was coming together beautifully, the Miami track taking shape with intricate details and shading.

After a few minutes of quiet, Zak couldn't help but comment, his tone lighter now. "So, Y/N, do you get a lot of celebrities in here?"

She smiled, not taking her eyes off her work. "We get a fair share. Miami's a hotspot for all kinds of people. But I have to say, it's not every day I get to tattoo a Formula 1 team principal."

Zak chuckled, his tension easing a bit. "Well, I'm glad I could add to your collection of stories."

Y/N finished a section of the tattoo and wiped down Zak's arm, her touch gentle but efficient. "And what about you, Lando?" she asked, glancing up at me. "Do you have any tattoos?"

I shook my head, grinning. "Not yet. But who knows? Maybe you'll be the one to change that."

Zak groaned, rolling his eyes. "Here we go again."

Y/N laughed, clearly amused by our dynamic. "Well, if you ever decide to take the plunge, you know where to find me."

As Y/N continued working on Zak's tattoo, I found myself more fascinated by her with each passing minute. Her focus, her skill, her easy laughter—they all drew me in. Despite Zak's earlier irritation, I couldn't help but test the waters a bit more.

"So, Y/N," I said, leaning in just enough to catch her eye without distracting her, "if you had to choose a tattoo for me, what would it be?"

She glanced up briefly, her eyes meeting mine with a playful glint. "Oh, that's a tough one. Maybe something to do with racing. A checkered flag, perhaps? Or maybe a little steering wheel?"

I chuckled. "Not bad ideas. But what if I wanted something more… personal? Something that says more about me as a person, not just as a driver."

She paused, her expression thoughtful as she looked at me. "Well, in that case, I'd have to get to know you better. Tattoos should be personal, a reflection of who you are."

I smiled, intrigued. "Guess that means we need to spend more time together, then. You know, for research purposes."

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. "Nice try, Lando. But seriously, it would help to know more about your interests outside of racing."

I nodded, leaning a bit closer. "Well, I'm a pretty open book. Ask me anything."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my persistence. "Alright, what's your favorite way to unwind after a race?"

"Honestly? I love a good movie night. Popcorn, comfy couch, maybe some friends over. Nothing too crazy."

She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Sounds nice. Any favorite movies?"

I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "I’m a bit of a sci-fi geek. Love anything with a good story and some action. How about you? What's your go-to for a relaxing evening?"

"Probably painting or sketching," she said, her voice softening. "It's a good way to clear my mind and just lose myself in creativity."

I nodded, genuinely impressed. "That's amazing. I'd love to see some of your work sometime."

Y/N smiled, a hint of shyness creeping into her expression. "Maybe one day. But for now, let's focus on this masterpiece for Zak."

Zak, who had been quietly enduring the tattoo process, rolled his eyes again but this time with a hint of amusement. "Yeah, Lando. Let’s make sure my tattoo turns out perfect before you start planning art exhibits."

I chuckled, giving Zak a playful nudge. "Don't worry, Zak. I haven't forgotten about you."

As Y/N continued working, I found myself genuinely captivated by her. Her passion for her craft was evident, and her confidence was incredibly attractive. I decided to take another shot at getting to know her better.

"You know, Y/N," I said, my tone more sincere this time, "I think it's really cool how dedicated you are to your art. It's inspiring."

She looked up, her smile warm and genuine. "Thanks, Lando. That means a lot."

Before I could say more, Marco, the shop owner, walked by and overheard our conversation. "Lando, you better be careful," he said with a chuckle. "Y/N's got a lot of admirers around here."

I grinned, not missing a beat. "I can see why. But I'm not easily scared off."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, enough flirting. Let's get this tattoo finished so Zak can show it off."

I leaned back, still smiling. "You got it, Y/N. But don't think this conversation is over."

She gave me a knowing look, her eyes sparkling. "We'll see, Lando. We'll see."

As Y/N worked on Zak's tattoo, I couldn't help but steal glances at her, admiring the way she moved, the way she focused. There was something magnetic about her, and I was determined to learn more.

Y/N's focus remained on Zak's bicep as she expertly maneuvered the tattoo machine, the buzz filling the air. Despite Zak's earlier attempts to endure the discomfort quietly, his patience finally wore thin as my flirtation with Y/N persisted.

"Can’t you just take her number and continue this conversation later?" Zak snapped, his voice tinged with exasperation.

I laughed, realizing I might have pushed things too far. "Alright, alright, point taken."

Y/N glanced up, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of amusement and mild concern. "It’s okay, Zak. We’re almost done. Lando, why don’t you grab us some water from the front? Give your friend a bit of a break."

I nodded, feeling a bit sheepish. "Sure thing. Be right back."

As I walked away, I heard Zak mutter under his breath, "Finally, some peace and quiet." Y/N let out a giggle at that.

Y/N continued her work in silence, her focus unwavering. I returned a few minutes later with water bottles, handing one to Zak and another to Y/N. "Here you go. Hydration is key, right?"

"Thanks, Lando," Y/N said, taking a sip before returning to her work. Zak nodded in appreciation, though his irritation hadn’t entirely faded.

"So, Y/N," Zak said, trying to steer the conversation back to something more neutral. "What’s the weirdest tattoo request you’ve ever gotten?"

Y/N laughed softly, pausing for a moment to think. "Oh, there have been quite a few. But one of the strangest was a guy who wanted a barcode tattooed on the back of his neck. He insisted it was for a scavenger hunt. I still don’t know if he was serious or just trying to mess with me."

Zak chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit. "That’s pretty bizarre. Did you do it?"

"Of course," she replied with a grin. "A client’s a client. Plus, it made for a great story."

I couldn’t help but join in the laughter, the mood lightening once more. "That’s hilarious. People really do come up with the craziest ideas."

Y/N nodded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Absolutely. But that’s what makes this job so interesting. You never know what you’re going to get."

Zak glanced at me, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Maybe next time you can get something outrageous, Lando. How about a portrait of me on your arm?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "I think I'll pass on that one, Zak. But maybe a racing-themed tattoo. Something to commemorate the wins."

Y/N chimed in, her tone playful. "I think that sounds like a great idea. And I’d be honored to do it."

As the session continued, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Zak’s frustration had dissipated, and we found ourselves enjoying the moment once again. Y/N’s skill and professionalism were evident in every line and shade, and Zak’s tattoo was turning out beautifully.

Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and a blink, Y/N finished the tattoo. She wiped down Zak’s arm one last time, examining her work with a critical eye before nodding in satisfaction. "All done. What do you think, Zak?"

Zak looked at the tattoo in the mirror, a wide smile spreading across his face. "It’s perfect, Y/N. Thank you."

"Glad you like it," she said, cleaning up her station. "Just take good care of it, and it’ll look great for years to come."

I clapped Zak on the back, grinning. "Looks awesome, Zak. You survived."

Zak rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Yeah, yeah. And you managed to keep your mouth shut for a few minutes. I’m proud of you."

Y/N laughed, packing away her tools. "You two are something else. But it was a pleasure working with you both."

The tattoo studio was bustling with activity when Zak proudly displayed his new ink to Marco and the other artists. His face lit up as he recounted the session with Y/N, describing the intricate details of the Miami track tattooed on his bicep.

Marco whistled appreciatively. "Looks like she did a stellar job, Zak. It’s clean and sharp."

Zak nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely. She’s not just a talented artist, but she’s got this way about her, you know? Made the whole experience enjoyable."

Lando stood nearby, listening with a smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t resist a playful jab. "Sounds like someone’s got a crush."

Zak rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of amusement in his expression. "Oh, please. I was just appreciating her skills."

Marco chuckled, clapping Zak on the shoulder. "Sure, sure. Just admit it, Zak. She’s got you under her spell."

Before Zak could retort, Lando leaned in, his voice light but deliberately audible. "Speaking of which, Y/N, mind if I borrow your number? You know, in case I need another tattoo or… coffee?"

Y/N, who had been cleaning her station nearby, giggled at the banter. She walked over with a playful glint in her eye, taking Lando’s phone from his hand. "Sure thing, Lando. Let’s make sure you have the right number."

Zak groaned dramatically, earning laughs from everyone in the room. "Oh, come on, you two. Can’t we just admire the tattoo without turning this into a dating show?"

Lando blushed slightly as Y/N entered her contact information into his phone. "Sorry, Zak. Couldn’t resist."

Y/N handed the phone back to Lando with a smile. "There you go. Now you have no excuse not to call me."

Lando grinned, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Thanks, Y/N. I’ll definitely be in touch."

With a final round of laughter and teasing, the atmosphere in the studio remained light and jovial.

As we stepped out of the shop, the Miami sun greeted us with its warm embrace. Zak admired his new tattoo, occasionally glancing at it with a mix of pride and satisfaction. I could tell he was genuinely happy with it, despite the minor frustration he endured.

"Alright, Lando," Zak said, breaking the silence as we walked to the car. "I have to admit, the tattoo looks great. But seriously, you need to work on your timing. Flirting with the tattoo artist while I'm getting inked? Not cool."

I laughed, raising my hands in mock surrender. "I know, I know. I got carried away. She's just... she's incredible, you know? Talented, confident, and funny. I couldn't help myself."

Zak shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "I get it, Lando. But there's a time and place for everything. When we're on the job, we need to stay focused. It’s all about professionalism and timing."

I nodded, feeling a bit more serious. "You're right, Zak. I’m sorry. I'll be more mindful in the future."

Zak's smile widened, and he gave me a friendly pat on the back. "Good. And for what it's worth, I think she likes you too. Just... take it slow. Don’t rush things."

We climbed into the car, the engine purring to life. As we drove back to the hotel, I couldn't help but replay the events of the day in my mind. Zak was right—there was a balance to be found between work and personal life, and I needed to be more conscious of that.

"By the way," Zak said, breaking the comfortable silence, "do you think you'll actually get a tattoo?"

I grinned, glancing at him. "Yeah, I think I might. Something racing-themed, maybe. To commemorate our wins, just like you."

Zak nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "That sounds like a great idea. Just make sure it's something meaningful to you."

As we arrived at the hotel, Zak turned to me, his expression more serious. "Lando, you're a talented driver and a great teammate. But part of being the best is knowing when to switch gears. There's a time for everything. Just remember that."

I nodded, appreciating his words. "Thanks, Zak. I will."

Later that evening, back at the hotel, we gathered with the rest of the team to celebrate our victory. The atmosphere was filled with laughter, cheers, and the clinking of glasses. Zak proudly showed off his new tattoo, earning nods of approval and admiration from everyone.

"Looks awesome, Zak," one of our engineers said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Perfect way to commemorate the win."

Zak grinned, flexing his bicep slightly. "Thanks. It was all thanks to Y/N’s skill."

I watched from a distance, feeling a sense of pride and camaraderie. The victory was more than just a win on the track—it was a testament to our hard work, dedication, and the bonds we shared as a team.

As the night wore on, I found myself glancing at my phone, thinking about Y/N. The way she laughed, her skill with the tattoo machine, the spark in her eyes when she talked about her work—it all replayed in my mind. 

Sure, let's add more flirting to the text exchange:

Finally, I took a deep breath and decided to text her.

Lando: Hey Y/N, it’s Lando. Just wanted to say thanks again for the amazing tattoo you did for Zak. He’s really happy with it.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a reply.

Y/N: Hey Lando! I’m glad he likes it. It was a fun project. 😊

Lando: You’ve got some serious talent. I was thinking… would you like to grab a coffee sometime? I’d love to hear more about your art and maybe talk about that tattoo for me. 😉

There was a pause, and then my phone buzzed again.

Y/N: I’d like that. How about tomorrow afternoon?

Lando: Sounds perfect. I have to admit, I’m a bit curious about the artist behind the magic. Plus, I promise not to be too much of a distraction this time. 😜

Y/N: Haha, no worries. I can handle distractions. 😉 Looking forward to it.

Lando: Me too. I’ll bring my charm and you bring your amazing stories. Deal? 😊

Y/N: Deal. See you tomorrow, Mr. Charming. 😊

I grinned at my phone, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

As I put my phone away, Zak walked over, a knowing smile on his face. "Texting Y/N, huh?"

I grinned, nodding. "Yeah. We're meeting for coffee tomorrow."

Zak clapped me on the back, laughing. "Good for you, Lando. Just remember—balance and timing."

The next day, Zak proudly showed off his new tattoo to the rest of the team and even posted a picture on social media, earning likes and comments from fans and fellow racers alike. The tattoo had already become a symbol of our triumph in Miami, and it felt like a new tradition was in the making.

Later in the afternoon, I met Y/N at a quaint coffee shop near the beach. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over everything. She was already there, looking effortlessly beautiful, her smile lighting up the entire place as soon as she saw me. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement.

"Hey there," I said, sliding into the seat across from her. "Thanks for meeting me."

"Of course, Lando," she replied, her eyes sparkling. "It's nice to see you outside the tattoo shop."

We ordered our coffees and began talking, the conversation flowing effortlessly. We shared stories about our lives, our passions, and our dreams. It was easy, comfortable, and filled with laughter. Every now and then, I would throw in a playful comment, enjoying the way her cheeks would flush ever so slightly.

"You know," I said, leaning in a bit closer, "I've been thinking about that phoenix tattoo you mentioned. It's kind of like you—a beautiful, fiery artist rising from the ashes."

She laughed, a melodic sound that made my heart skip a beat. "Oh, come on, Lando. Are you always this charming?"

"Only when I'm around someone worth charming," I replied with a wink.

She shook her head, still smiling. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Norris."

"Good to know," I said, grinning. "So, tell me more about what inspires your art. I’ve seen your work, and it’s incredible."

Y/N’s eyes lit up as she spoke about her passion for art, her hands gesturing animatedly. "I get inspired by so many things—nature, emotions, stories from people’s lives. Every piece I create has a bit of a story behind it."

I watched her, completely captivated. "You make it sound so magical. I can see why Zak was so impressed with his tattoo."

She blushed slightly. "It’s always special when a piece resonates with someone. Speaking of which, do you have any stories you’re dying to get inked?"

"Well," I said, thinking for a moment, "I do have a lot of stories, but maybe we can talk about them over dinner sometime? I’d love to take you out and show you a bit of my world."

Her smile widened, and she nodded. "I'd like that. Dinner sounds perfect."

As we finished our coffees, I looked at her, feeling a genuine connection. "Y/N, I’m really glad we did this. I haven’t had this much fun in a while."

She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Me too, Lando. It's been a great afternoon."

"You know," I said, my tone turning a bit more serious, "I was thinking, maybe we could do this again sometime?"

Her eyes met mine, and there was a spark of something more than just friendly interest. "I’d like that a lot. I think we could have a lot of fun together."

As we stood up to leave, I moved to give her a casual hug. To my surprise, she leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. Instantly, I felt my cheeks heat up, and I knew I was blushing furiously.

She pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Oh my, Lando, are you blushing?" she teased, her tone playful.

I laughed, feeling a bit shy. "Maybe a little," I admitted. "It’s not every day I get kissed by a beautiful artist."

She laughed softly, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Well, I’m glad I could make your day a bit more special."

"You certainly did," I said, grinning despite my blush. "I can’t wait for our dinner."

"Me neither," she replied, giving me one last smile before we parted ways.

As I walked back to the hotel, the sound of the waves and the warmth of the Miami evening enveloped me. It was a perfect ending to a perfect day, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held.

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[mapsoffun]

Sweet Liberty Drinks and Supply Co. is consistently ranked among the top bars in Miami and the best in South Beach, and for good reason: they make both some of the most creative and the most consistently good cocktails. I’m a big fan of their happy hour with 95-cent oysters and some damn fine cocktails (these will rotate by season) but I also have to splurge on one of their signature drinks: Katie’s Flower Shop. When the orange blossoms start coming in they will garnish this drink with them and it smells absolutely heavenly.

Right now they are featuring an absolutely divine dip with caramelized onions, charred scallions, creme fraiche, sour cream, and house-made chips that can come with a big old dollop of caviar if you like, and it’s simply the best damn appetizer I’ve had in a while. 

I noticed that at least one of the bartenders had a tattoo of the “Pursue Happiness” neon sign that’s on the back wall, and I found out the story a day later: one of the co-founders of Sweet Liberty (who was also part of Mama Tried) unexpectedly died back in 2018, and as a way to honor  his memory, several of the bartenders got that tattoo in order to commemorate his mission in life. 

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Die 100 Besten Tattoo-Designs Und Symbole Für Männer

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Porträt-Tattoos können in Farbe oder Schwarz-Grau ausgeführt werden und können von einfach bis sehr komplex reichen. https://revistas.ufpi.br/index.php/gecont/user/viewPublicProfile/2145119 Ein gut gemachtes Portrait-Tattoo ist immer eine gute Wahl für einen Tattoo-Stil. Einige der sehr einfachen Tattoo-Designs; sind alle linearen Muster und auch klein.

Obwohl es meistens von Frauen oder Mädchen bevorzugt wird, ist es auch für Männer gleichermaßen sinnvoll.

Diese Designs zeigen auch ihre Verbindung zur Natur, insbesondere zu den Ozeanen.

Eine der besten Arten von Tattoo-Designs für Frauen, diese sehen absolut wie Briefmarken aus.

Dieses Wochenende wollte ich mein erstes Tattoo mit meinem Lieblingsvers und einem Design im Old-School-Bildstil.

Daher handelt es sich um temporäre Tätowierungen, die für besondere Anlässe durchgeführt werden.

Die Lotusblume beschreibt ein Zeichen des Friedens und der Harmonie. Hier sind die wunderschönen Lotus-Tattoo-Designs, die auf die Schulter gemalt sind und auch sehr verlockend sind. Für Promis wie Angelina Jolie und Megan Fox gehören Schriftzug-Tattoos mittlerweile zu den Top-Tattoo-Designs, die vor allem von Frauen bevorzugt werden. Gedenktattoos werden eingefärbt, um sich an Ihre Lieben zu erinnern oder sie zu ehren. Sie können das Tattoo mit wichtigen Informationen wie Geburtstagsdaten und Todesfällen usw.

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Diese Tattoos sehen sehr cool aus und können echte Comicfiguren sein oder einfach alles, was im Cartoon-Tattoo-Stil neu erfunden wurde. Versuchen Sie, Ihre Entscheidung nicht auf einen Tätowierer zu stützen, den Sie nur online gesehen haben. Bitten Sie darum, ihre Arbeit vorher persönlich zu sehen. Flower Tattoo GalleryBlumen sind wunderschöne Objekte und eignen sich aufgrund ihrer großen Vielfalt und Farbigkeit perfekt für ein Tattoo-Design.

Jetzt ist Henna-Körperkunst nicht nur etwas für Hochzeiten, es kann auch als Tattoo verwendet werden, wird aber normalerweise nicht als Tattoo-Design für Männer angesehen. Das sind besondere Vorteile für Frauen, wo sie es auf natürliche Weise mit Henna tun können. Daher handelt es sich um temporäre Tätowierungen, die für besondere Anlässe durchgeführt werden.

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Wenn kleine Musiknoten zu klein aussehen, sind diese diejenigen, die beeindruckend aussehen. Eulen waren schon immer ein Trend in den Charts, wenn es um Tattoo-Design geht. Eulen sind für viele Menschen ein Symbol sowohl für gute als auch für schlechte Omen, und deshalb wollen viele von ihnen kein Risiko eingehen. Einige der besten Tattoo-Designs haben jedoch Eulen als Basis.

Diese Orchideenblumen-Designs sehen schöner aus, wenn sie in Farben ausgeführt werden. In der japanischen Kultur symbolisiert die Kirschblüte das Leben, während sie in der chinesischen die weiblichen Prinzipien, Liebe, Schönheit und Sexualität repräsentiert. Unter den unzähligen Mandala-Designs für ein Tattoo nimmt das Lotus-Mandala eine besondere Bedeutung ein.

Dieses Wochenende wollte ich mein erstes Tattoo mit meinem Lieblingsvers und einem Design im Old-School-Bildstil. Aus diesem Grund wollte ich zu den besten Tattoo-Shops hier in Miami gehen, um das beste Ergebnis zu erzielen, das ich haben wollte. Trash Polka ist ein Tattoo-Stil, der Blackwork, Realismus und Trash mischt. Dieser Tattoo-Stil ist normalerweise nur schwarz und rot, kann aber je nach Tattoo andere Farben verwenden. Der Tattoo-Stil Trash Polka hat in letzter Zeit an Popularität gewonnen, weil er diese Elemente mischen und erstaunliche Kunstwerke schaffen kann.

[thequeendesi]

Hello! If it's not too much trouble, could you please write some Headcanons for Older! Steven (Steven Universe) dating a Tomboy girl? So like how he would react to his girlfriend being boyish, dressing masculinely, always being covered in scabs and bruises from adventuring and maybe some fights, and taking up more traditionally masculine hobbies like Blacksmithing? Thanks so much, I hope this isn't too weird of a request! ☘️

Steven met you on the Miami beach.

That’s it. That’s all. He met you on the beach, first.

You went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, my friends and I are in the middle of some dumbass debate, how old are you?”

He was definitely taken aback by your straight forwardness. “Uhm... 19.”

“Fantastic.” You smiled.

“You?”

“18, 19 on Saturday. Would be a shame if I didn’t have a cute boy accompanying me to the movies and for dinner.” You winked.

“W-w-what about your friends?”

“There were no friends.” ;)

“Oh.”

You two began dating after that.

He said the first I love you, and that was AFTER you punched Kevin in the face.

Steven often finds himself buying and giving you more bandaids than flowers and stuffed animals

Not that you’re complaining.

He definitely did establish a “leave your scabs the fuck alone” rule. So... you have to leave your scabs alone now.

He plays connect the dots with the little scars you have from throwing sticks with kids when you were younger. “Dodge the UFO” you called it.

You and Bismuth DEFINITELY bond. She’s definitely your best friend.

You two made your own axe.

Steven came to see you and bismuth at her little shop and saw you branding a double-edged axe almost as big as you.

“What is that?!”

“I think imma name it Chad.”

You make Steven take you everywhere.

Taking to the diamonds?

You’re there.

However you leave if the topic of crotch goblins EVER come up.

“Oh Steven! Ever though of babi... where did (Y/N) go?”

You’re very firm in your stance on not having children before you’re at least 8-10 years into your career.

Steven is VERY much ok with that.

You’ve been taking MMA for a couple years.

You 100% steal his clothes. His jeans? Might as well be yours. You wear them all the time. After a point the line between living apart and living together are VERY MUCH blurred.

Oh he definitely steals your clothes too

“Is that my muscle tee?”

“And if it is?”

“Need muscles for a muscle tee Steven.”

You definitely like to tease him and call yourself the muscles of the relationship.

Do you like to WWE his ass?

You’re constantly pulling out the new stops.

The first time you two got into an argument he found you at Bismuths, yelling and kicking at the practice dummies.

“He has the NERVE to call me insensitive. It’s not MY fault the girl eye balling him.”

“You told her ‘keep staring and I’ll knock you cock-eyed’.”

“Yea but how’s the insensitive? It’s mean. I’m mean.”

“No you’re scared.” Bismuth put down the hammer and looked at you.

“Scared? Me?” You turned around.

“You’re scared. That’s reasonable. I mean, you’re what? 19? Real relationships will scare you. Pearl scares me a lot.” Bismuth chuckled. “Go and talk to him. There’s obviously some unresolved shit from your past.”

“No, it’s resolved.”

“Then why did you act the way you did?”

So you did, you talked to Steven. Who was there the whole time outside the door.

“I’m sorry for calling you insensitive.”

“I’m sorry for being an ass.”

Steven doesn’t pry for your past, or ask you why you’re living in Miami.

You eventually end up telling him why. And about everything. And Steven tells you why.

“Holy shit dude.”

You could only go and say that. You felt so horrible for what he went through.

“Hey Steve?”

“Yea?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too” :D

You definitely fight a lot of people. Boys, girls, non-binaries.

Your hands are rated E for everyone

“I will literally strangle you with your lower intestine.” You threatened a college boy who pushed you in a Sams Club over a pizza slice.

“Let’s not inside a sams club.” Steven put his hand on your shoulder.

“He pushed me.”

“And remember what your therapist said? Deep calming breaths.”

“Wow, wack job sees a shrink.”

You took a deep breath and walked away.

Until he laughed and you turned around, and you turned around punching him in the nose

“And back down to 0 days without a fight.”

When you two moved in together, offically, you just share the closet. It’s hard to distinguish what belongs to who

“Ripped jeans?”

“Mine... I believe?”

“They have an S on the tag.”

“Oh definitely mine.”

“ 🥺 you keep my initials on you?”

Steven DROOLED when he saw you nekky for the first time.

Tattoos???

“IS THIS WHY YOU WEAR FLANNELS AND LONG JEANS? YOU HID THIS FROM ME?”

“I wear tank tops.”

“So many tattoos 🥺”

He definitely drools over your body.

If you think he’s vanilla?

You’re definitely right.

Until he met you.

“What’s that?”

“What’s wh- Steven put that down.”

“I didn’t know you were a cop.”

Steven is a SWITCH and you will NOT TAKE THAT FROM ME

[bluejeanbaby]

KHALEESI KALI GONZALEZ, 25, TATTOO ARTIST, ALEXA DEMIE FC, TAGS.

BASICS

NAME:  Khaleesi Kali Maria Gonzalez

DATE OF BIRTH (& AGE):  October 29th, 1996. 25

PLACE OF BIRTH: Miami, FL

GENDER:  Female. She/her.

SPECIES:  Human.

SOCIAL CLASS/COMMUNITY STATUS: Middle Class

LANGUAGE:  English and, Spanish.

FAMILY/PETS/ETC: Growing up her mother had to do any work she could to scrap by, while her father worked as an electrician. She has two sisters as well, but they all are competitive against each other. 

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

HEIGHT: 5′1.

HAIR:  Long straight black hair, sometimes wavy.

EYES: Brown eyes.

LIMB DEXTERITY: Super flexible and quick.

TYPICAL CLOTHING:  Kali is a big fan of short skirts and tops small tops. She likes revealing skin as much as possible, though sometimes at the shop she can be caught in sweatpants during the winter. She likes turning heads.

PERSONALITY ATTRIBUTES

SKILLS/TALENTS: Drawing, coloring, painting, sometimes pottery, tattooing, doing hair.

FAVOURITES/LIKES:  Kali Uchis (because they have the same name duh), Rap, Hip Hop, Rom Coms.

MOST HATED/DISLIKES: Stuck up people, cowards, country music.

GOALS/AMBITIONS: She wants to own her own tattoo shop one day, and live in a bigger city.

STRENGTHS: Artistic talent!, Charm.

WEAKNESSES:  Lets people walk all over her, but depending on the person she’s quick to anger. Has beat up one too many people.

FEARS: Something happening to her mom, being unemployed.

FETISHES: Typically likes to be dominant but switches, very into leather.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual, versatile.

EDUCATION/SPECIAL TRAINING: Bachelors in Fine Art.

PLACE/TYPE OF RESIDENCE: Medium loft size apartment.

OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist

[lumiatattoo]

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[salvationtattoolounge]

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[hopes4gf]

Dominate- CEO! Jungkook x Reader Chapter Five

I received a phone call when I got home about a red carpet in Miami. Of course I accepted because it would be one of my biggest event covers. Interviewing stars, playing games, complimenting their amazing fashion, it was an opportunity of a lifetime. I booked a flight to Miami as soon as I could. 

While shopping for the trip, I kept getting calls, voicemails, and text messages from Jungkook. I wanted to delete them but...something told me not to. My heart told me to listen to them. But I needed a break from him. I carried on with my shopping, packed my bags and flew to Miami. I landed in Miami and took an Uber to my hotel. I didn’t realize at the time that I was gonna be staying at the W hotel on South Beach. One of the most luxurious hotel on Miami Beach. The sun and the sights were to die for and to get the celebrity experience was a treat. When I got to my hotel room, I fell back on to the bed, tiredly. I was exhausted from the plane. I quickly ordered room service to get my vitals back on track. Suddenly I had the urge to explore the room. Opening doors to huge closets and luxurious bathroom with a hot tub and an amazing sauna shower. Then going out on my balcony and seeing the sun over the beautiful beach. It made me swoon. I needed this break even though it’s for work. I deserved to enjoy the sun and the beaches of Miami. I unpacked everything in my suitcase while listening to the celebrity gossip channels. Suddenly, I freeze in my tracks. “CEO bachelor of Jeon Corp, Jeon Jungkook to make a special appearance on the carpet tonight, presenting the lifetime achievement award.” My heart sank at his name. Jungkook is here. In Miami. As long as I don’t see him I’ll be fine. Then I get a phone call. “Hello?” I say into the phone. “Y/N! I just watched E news, Jeon Jungkook is in Miami!” My boss says into the phone. “I’m aware of that,” I say. “You have to get another interview with him. This could be big for the article!” My boss says. Oh hell no. “Of course. I’ll interview him as soon as I spot him,” I say sarcastically. I hang up the phone and grab a pillow from the bed. I scream into it frustratedly. WHY DOES HE ALWAYS FOLLOW ME?!?!. I pick up my phone again going back to the text messages. Jungkook💞: Jagi, please I want to talk to you...

 Jungkook💞: Babe, where are you? You never came home last night.

Jungkook💞: I hope your okay just please hear me out.

NEW MESSAGE-

Jungkook💞: Just got a call from the academy, I’ll be at the red carpet with GQ...surprise jagi 😈🥴😏

Oh god...this man is gonna end my life AND my career...

I get dressed in my new fitted red dress and put on my makeup before someone knocks on the door. I open it and see no one there. Only a box. The top of it has a note that reads: My love in perfect script. I open the box and see a new pair of Louboutin in my size. They are shiny black with the iconic red bottom. I read the note: Wear these to the ceremony, my love. I only want the best for my beautiful girl. 

I try them on and they fit perfectly. I debate whether or not to keep them on. I check the time and realize that I need to leave, so I grab my bag and my phone and I leave the room with my new Louboutin. Arriving to the press section of the red carpet, I see a bunch of famous stars. I leap out of the car and begin to take interviews. After waiting for the hour to go inside, I start to search for Jungkook. Then a crowd of photographer piles up in my direction. They all say: Mr. Jeon, over here! Jungkook a picture over here would be perfect! You look handsome Mr. Jeon. Then...he looks over to me. I see him staring across to me in an incredible navy blue suit. He crosses over to me with a smirk across his face.  “Mr. Jeon, it’s a pleasure to see you tonight!” I say professionally. “You too,” Jungkook says. “You look absolutely amazing tonight, who are you wearing?” I ask. “Of course, my stylist chose this amazing Armani suit for this beautiful night in Miami and the shoes are Louis,” Jungkook says. “Now, I have some questions for you. To what do we owe your appearance tonight on the red carpet?” I ask. “Tonight, I’m presenting the lifetime achievement award and I am here to accompany a friend tonight,” Jungkook says. “Sounds amazing. Now, as a multi-millionaire why do you think that it is important to be shown recognition as a talented person?” I ask. “I believe it’s important because there are a lot of people who work hard to get to a certain thing or goal in their lives and being recognized for it, shows the world how these people who come from different backgrounds are becoming successful from believing in their abilities,” Jungkook says. “Now speaking of abilities, as a bachelor on the market, what abilities have you seen in women that are attractive to you?” I ask. “I believe a woman should be open to speaking to all people, no matter who they identify as or what they do for a living, she should be a humble woman, and have self awareness of who she is and what her capabilities are,” Jungkook says. “Thank you so much, Mr. Jeon and have a wonderful night,” I say professionally. “You too,” Jungkook says with a smirk. The cameras are pulled away and I turn off my mic. Jungkook stays by my side. “Surprise, my love. I guess you didn’t miss me since you haven’t responded to any of my calls or texts,” Jungkook whispers in my ear. “Jungkook, I’m working. Now is not the time for this,” I whisper. “Actually, I spoke to your boss. They said after our interview, your free to do whatever you want,” Jungkook says. I huff in frustration. “I promise I won’t bite...unless you want me to,” Jungkook remarks. “Shut up,” I say, pushing him away and walking towards the entrance of the theatre. He grabs my wrist after reaching me inside. “What is wrong with you?” Jungkook says. “Me? You’re the one who followed me all the way to Miami for no reason,” I say frustratedly. “It wasn’t for no reason,” Jungkook says. “Then why? Why are you here? Why do you follow me everywhere I go?” I ask. “Because I miss you,” He admits. I stop in my tracks. I look at him and I look at him in the eye. “If you really missed me, you would have tried to apologize,” I say. I shove my wrist out of his grip, walking away from him. I hear him pace towards me. I walk faster. Until, I lose him in a crowd. I never saw him for the rest of the night until he presented the award. But he didn’t see me. I saw his worried eyes searching for me. I felt terrible but I knew it was the right thing to do. He tried to hurt me. To get me away from him. And by doing this, I was getting away from him. But the more I hold back, the more I want him. The more he wants me. At the end of the ceremony, I see him alone by himself. He doesn’t go into the after party. I walk up to him but he turns around to face me before I can walk behind him. “I knew you would come and comfort me eventually,” Jungkook says. I stay silent. “What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks. “What do you want from me?” I ask. “Everything,” Jungkook says. I bite my lip and tuck my head. He lifts it and I stop biting my lip. “Just have dinner with me. We’ll talk about whatever you want. Please,” He says with worried eyes. I sigh for a moment. “Fine, I’ll go to dinner with you. Only because I’m hungry,” I say.  We walk side by side with each other until we reach a fancy restaurant. We sit and get accustomed with our orders. He pours me a glass of red wine. “So, do you like the new shoes?” Jungkook asks. “They’re nice,” I say. “Nice? Come on, Y/N. I don’t want to bicker like this,” Jungkook says. “Then, talk,” I say bitterly. He huffs. “I have a proposition for you,” Jungkook says. “I’m listening,” I say, sipping my wine. “I want you back. That’s something I don’t say to any of my partners but...I really do mean it. I want to be with you. No strings attached. No rules, no punishments,” Jungkook says. “So it would be a...what do you call it? Vanilla relationship?” I ask. “Anything you’re comfortable with doing,” Jungkook says. “But what about what happened before I left?” I ask. “I’ll...manage,” He stutters. “No, you can’t, Jungkook. It’s who you are. I can’t keep you from that. You need that,” I say. “But I need you more,” He says. He takes my hands in his. I look into his eyes. “You’re just as important to me than anything else, Y/N. I need you. Please...take me back,” Jungkook begs. I sigh as I see his eyes turn sad and distressed. “Okay. No rules, no restrictions,” I agree. He look back at me with a smile on his face. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile before. We eat our dinner and we hop back into his signature Range Rover to my hotel. “I’m staying here too, if you need anything,” He says as we walk towards the entrance. We walk into the elevator and go up to my floor. The door opens and we walk out towards my room. I find my door. “I guess this is where the journey ends,” I say. “It doesn’t have to end,” Jungkook says. I caress his face with my hand. “You’re right. It doesn’t. But it needs to because if it doesn’t, we’ll be stuck here,” I say. He kisses my lips with a gentle peck.  “Dream of me, my love,” Jungkook says. “Of course, jagiya,” I say. And then, he walks away. I enter my room with butterflies in my stomach. He’s so amazing. I do dream of him that night and it was a beautiful dream.

The next morning, I’m escorted to his hotel room. I walk in and hear light jazz playing. The smell of a signature breakfast in the air. Then, I see Jungkook by the kitchen in a white satin shirt with grey slacks. His sleeves rolled up, exposing his tattoos. He looks heavenly under the sun light. Then, his gaze goes from the pan to me.  “Jagiya,” He says softly. “Hi, Jungkook,” I say, walking towards him. “You know I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night,” He mentions. “Really?” I say. “Yeah,” He answers. “Funny. I was thinking about you last night too,” I say as I reach the kitchen top. He looks at me and smirks. “Your promise was well kept, I see. And your wearing the shoes I bought you,” Jungkook remarks. “Only because you bought them, jagiya,” I say softly. “Can you stay the night with me?” He asks. “Why?” I ask. “I want to fly back home with you. And I want you to officially move in with me,” Jungkook says. “Really? I mean sure,” I say shyly. “Good, all of your things have already been moved,” Jungkook says. I stop in my tracks. “Well good thing I said yes,” I say. Jungkook starts to cut vegetables and struggles a little. “You need help?” I ask. He nods and I walk over to him. I take his hand in mine and I cut along with him. He tries to look back at me. “Eyes on your fingers. You don’t wanna chop them too,” I say. “Alright, little miss chef,” Jungkook says sarcastically. “Look, I’ve learned a lot from my roommate,” I say. Jungkook laughs softly. We finish chopping the vegetables and he puts them into an omelet. “Voila, your done chopping,” I say. He turns and grabs my waist, pulling me towards him. My arms automatically wrap around his neck. “I wanna tell you something,” Jungkook says. I nod. “When I was younger, my mother and father had arguments a lot. I never got along with my siblings. So, I was the lone wolf of the family. But…now I have you. You know, I wasn’t joking when I told you that I didn’t expect a girl like you to walk through my doors. But you did. And it was different. It was a change. You change me. And when I was with you last night, I desperately didn’t want this to end,” Jungkook says. I blush at his words. He pulls my arms from his shoulders and puts his hands in mine. “Jagi, I wanna be with you. I want to protect you from anything that’ll try to harm you. I want to be there for you when your not okay. I want you to know that you’re safe. And I’m willing to open up to you more than I have to anyone else because I trust you,” Jungkook says. “Thank you, Jungkook. That all I ever wanted,” I say softly. Jungkook smiles. “You know, I haven’t opened up to anymore than I have to you. And that’s not a lie,” Jungkook says. I giggle at his comment. “God, that’s why I want to be with you. The fact that you open up to me even though it’s hard to. The way you make me feel. All because you care about me. All because you love me,” I say. Jungkook laughs softly. “That’s right. I do. I do love you, Y/N. I love you,” Jungkook says. He starts to lean in to kiss me but I pull away. “What’s wrong?” He asks. “You seriously want to burn our food?” I ask. Jungkook laughs and turns off the stove, finishing our breakfast. He serves it and we eat as we have a conversation. Eventually, day turns to night and we realize the day has gone by. “Pack your stuff,” Jungkook says randomly. “What?” I ask. “I said pack your stuff,” He says again. I go to my hotel room and pack my stuff. I walk back into his room and see him with his luggage. “Where are we going?” I ask. “We’re going home,” He says, as our stuff is taken by his guards in the hallway. “What? Now?” I ask. “Do you trust me?” Jungkook asks. “...yes,” I say. He takes my hand and we got to the roof. There, we find a helipad with a Jeon Corp helicopter on the hanger. “No way,” I say. “Come on, it’ll be fun,” He says. We both get into the helicopter and he straps me in. I see him in the flying seat and my jaw drops. “You know how to fly this thing?!” I say. “Got my license when I was 15!” He says over the roaring blades. We lift off the helipad and I laugh in excitement. We fly for what seems like only an hour until we reach our city. The helicopter turns off and he turns to face me. “That was amazing, Jungkook! The sights were beautiful,” I say. He smiles and we both get out of the helicopter. He kisses my cheek once we both meet. “I want you to go to your closet and pick something to wear. We’re going out tonight,” He whispers in my ear. I nod my head and we quickly exit the helipad. We reach our apartment and I rush towards our room. I open the closet door and gasp. “I figured you needed more clothes. I only want my baby looking good in the best clothes in the world, meaning you’d need more space,” Jungkook says. A walk-in closet with designer shoes, handbags, and clothes straight off fashion week in Paris. I take in the sight of the closet. “Jungkook...I love this so much,” I sigh. “Only for you,” Jungkook says. “Okay, I’ll be right back,” I say wanting to close the door. “Alright, my love,” Jungkook says. I eventually pick an emerald green satin gown with my new favorite Louboutin. I stare at myself in the mirror, admiring the look before I notice I’m standing by a vanity with tons of my personal and new makeup. I squeal with joy and I use the new products. Finishing my look along with my hair, I walk back into our bedroom and see Jungkook in an all black suit. He turns to look at me and his eyes widen. “Jesus,” He says, taking me in. I smile at his reaction feeling giddy. “I did good with choosing these,” Jungkook remarks. “How long did it take to make this?” I ask, looking around the room. “Only two days,” Jungkook says. “So that’s why you came to Miami, so you could plot all of this?” I ask. “I love you, Y/N. I’d do anything for you,” Jungkook says. I kiss his lips softly, resulting in him to deepen the kiss. I tap his shoulder and he pulls away.  “I though you’re supposed to take it slow in a vanilla relationship,” I say sarcastically. “Oh shut up,” He says, kissing me again. He takes my hand and we take the elevator down to the street. His Range Rover is parked in front but has no body guards or driver surrounding it. “Are we...” “Alone? I wanted this just to be between me and you,” Jungkook says. He opens the door of the car for me and I sit. He gets in the driver seat and he drives the streets of the city. He puts a hand on my thigh while his other is on the wheel. I bite my lip at his cute gesture.  “Y’know I hate it when you bite your lip,” Jungkook comments. “Why?” I ask. “Because the only person who should bite those pretty lips is me,” Jungkook says smoothly. “And I don’t get to have control over my own body?” I ask. “Alright, keep biting them then. Just know I’m not gonna kiss you from now on if you keep up that habit,” Jungkook says. “Kookie~!” I exclaim with a pout. He laughs softly at my cute gesture. “Alright, Jagi. You win,” He says. Suddenly, the car comes to a stop and we reach a restaurant. He gives the keys to the valet and we walk hand in hand to the restaurant. “Welcome, Mr. Jeon. Your table should be ready right now,” The hostess greets. I look at him in confusion. “Does she know you?” I ask. “My love, I own this restaurant,” He whispers in my ear. My eyes widen at the sudden surprise. I smile and he smirks. The hostess escorts us to our table. It’s sectioned off from everyone else. Velvet rope separating us from the rest of the tables. A rose and a lit candle sit in the middle of the table. The server brings over a glass of wine. I read the bottle that’s labeled in Italian. “Let me guess...you own the wine too,” I ask. Jungkook laughs at my question. “Actually I do. My company has a farm in Napa Valley where we distill, produce and ship wine,” Jungkook adds. I stare at him with a smirking my face, impressed by his professional hobbies. “Let me guess another thing, you own a designer store in which you bought all my clothes in for thousands of dollars?” I ask. “I didn’t buy them, my love. Why would I? Since I own it,” Jungkook remarks. “Are you serious? You practically own the whole city!” I comment. “That’s the goal, jagiya,” Jungkook says, grabbing the bottle of wine and pouring us a glass. “But I don’t want to talk about me anymore. What about you?” Jungkook asks. “W-well I don’t know. What do you wanna know?” I stutter. “How you got into journalism, why did you take up the internship, when are you graduating, who are your parents, I don’t know. Stuff about your life,” He says. “Well, my parents...their divorced. My dad lives in Los Angeles and my mom lives in New York,” I say. “Do you miss them?” He asks. “I don’t know, I guess I never had I good grasp on what they do in their lives,” I say. “And I got into journalism through the curious mind and social interaction. I was a shy kid. But I really wanted friends. So when I opened up, I realize I was more of a good person that I thought. I wanted to explore people just as much as I wanted to explore myself. So, I went to college for it. And now, I’m graduating this year early with honors and an assistant journalist position at GQ,” I say. “Congratulations!” He says. “Thank you,” I blush. “Look, in Miami I only showed up to make amends with you. I didn’t mean to cause a commotion with the interview,” Jungkook says. “Yeah, But please just don’t try to interfere with my career. My money and my heart is set on that job,” I say. “I get that...but,” Jungkook starts. The server interrupts, coming back with our food in hand. We stay silent until they leave. “I know the owner of the magazine...and I got you a raise for that interview,” Jungkook says. “Jungkook! You can’t just go around doing that without telling me,” I say. “I was trying to make amends with you, Y/N. I didn’t know what else to do,” Jungkook says. I sigh in frustration. “How much?” I asks “Y/N...” “How much money did you give me?” I ask angrily. “150,000...” “Jeon Jungkook! Are you crazy? I could never take that amount of money from you!” I exclaim. “Jagi...” “No, Jungkook. It’s not okay...” “Baby, I make 150,000 dollars every five minutes. That’s nothing in my bank account,” Jungkook says. “But money doesn’t solve anything,” I huff. He sighs in defeat. “You’re...right. I shouldn’t have interfered. Just please...take the money,” Jungkook says. “I’m just so...overwhelmed. It’s too much all at once. The gifts, the trips, the dates, the money. This isn’t what I want,” I say. “Then what do you want?” Jungkook asks. “I just wanna be normal. Stay in at home. Watch Netflix and eat ice cream. Cuddle in our bed and reminisce about all the moments we hope to have with each other and the memories we shared. I want to go to the movies with you, and eat junk food once in a while, work out with you, be a regular girlfriend. I’m not a girl who’s been raised to be on a pedestal their whole life. I was taught that you have to earn your spot on that pedestal and when you get it, you have to fight for it before you lose that joy of having it,” I say. “That’s so brutal. You shouldn’t have to fight so hard for a simple thing,” Jungkook says. “That’s because your used to that life. Me, not so much. My world is brutal, Jungkook. Yours is the life I’ve always wanted that I could never afford,” I say. “Actually...you’re absolutely wrong,” Jungkook says. “What?” I say. “No matter what the press says, they don’t know the truth about anything. I didn’t grow up in the high life. Actually, it was the opposite. My family was as poor as a family of stray cats. We couldn’t afford our rent, new clothes, I tried so hard to get my family out of the mess we we were in. I never did until I got a full ride to my dream university. There, they recognized my talent as a young entrepreneur and businessman. That’s when I got booked for interviews and business deals. Then I worked financing. From there, my business boomed. Betting on products and businesses that I deemed worthy of my attention help me start it, and after that I bought a home for my family. I invested in the stocks. I bought this apartment. And I became the youngest CEO in the world,” Jungkook says. “Wow,” I say, taken aback by his story. “So, you think anyone would ever put that story in the press if they weren’t aware of how massive my business was?” He asks. “I would...” I say softly. “Because your not a jealous reporter. Most of them are. That’s why they’re so nosy in my business, my excursions, my charitable work, and especially my love life. I could tell you there could be hundreds of people in this building alone eagerly wanting to take a picture of us having this conversation right now. Hell, maybe one of them has already, but they won’t post it because of their hatred. Y/N, I know how cruel you world is. It’s my job to know how cruel it is and pick out the ones who stick out of that cruel world. And to answer the countless questions about what I owe my success to, it’s the same as your reason. I wanted to know about people more than I wanted to know about myself. I wanted to manage things for myself to help those people who stood out achieve their dreams. To prove to those cruel people that I was more than I pretty face who just so happened to own an entire city. That’s why I do what I do for a living. That’s why they won’t post anything to incriminate me. That’s why you interested me when you walked through my doors,” Jungkook says. “Could you say that all again so I could put it in my company’s article?” I say jokingly. “No need, I’ll pull the audio from the CCTV o f the restaurant,” Jungkook says. “W-What?” I stutter. “Just another way that people can use evidence to incriminate me. But this time I’ll use it to help you,” Jungkook says. “You are one hell of a guy, Jeon Jungkook,” I say. “I’m a CEO, jagi. I was born to be one hell of a guy,” Jungkook comments.

[jamesmarlowe]

『ANTON THIEMKE ❙ CIS-MALE』 ⟿ looks like JAMES MARLOWE is here for HIS SENIOR year as a FINE ARTS student. He is 21 years old & known to be CLEVER, INVENTIVE, UNRELIABLE & EGOTISTICAL. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ SLOTH. 25. EST. SHE/HER.

hi hello welcome 2 my twisted mind ☺️ marlowe is a character i’m still fine-tuning bc he’s brand-new, so this is unfortunately.... a bit of a mess.... and mostly made up on the spot.... c’est la vie!!

(a late addition but u can also peep his weheartit collection here 4 some vibes)

his government name is james marlowe but he only goes by marlowe & only introduces himself as marlowe like he’s madonna or sting....  most ppl who know him (apart from like close friends) probably don’t even know what his first name is. maybe he doesn’t have one!

hails from Appalachia, specifically a trailer park in a poor-as-dirt stretch of Virginia where he was born n raised, baby. he’s Appalachian white trash and not afraid to admit it. marlowe’s very casual about his upbringing and his dumpster fire of a family (no less than three relatives are currently incarcerated, one of which is his older brother who’s probably serving a minor sentence for whatever dumb shit Tim Riggins got got for in FNL or like, selling illegal fireworks out of his trunk :/ ). the only thing he’s a little self-conscious about is his twang which he’s mostly suppressed by now, but other than that, he’s got no shame in where he comes from bc lbr no authentic artist ever came from money anyway!

born sandwiched in the middle of five siblings, marlowe’s always been wild and creative and impulsive, a loud-mouthed kid with too much to say for his own good, prone 2 getting in trouble but learning absolutely nothing from it. it was his mission in life to be Different from all the other kids who grew up where he grew up, with the way he talked, dressed, acted, because he knew that he was destined for bigger n better things so it was just a matter of getting other ppl to believe it, & then seeing how far a little talent and a lot of charisma would take him >:)

from age 8 onwards, he told people he was an “artist” and that became his primary identity. when he was 16 he completed an independent sculpture project (called “Skyscraper”) where he constructed a 20-foot tower made out of junk collected from around the trailer park and then glued Barbies n other dolls all clawing over each other to get to the top, smack dab in the middle of Main Street and refused to take it down even when the local fire department showed up 2 threaten him with fines. it did eventually get taken down bc it was ‘structurally unsound’ and someone nearly got concussed by a falling mannequin head, but at least it got some attention from local newspapers and w/ that as the crown jewel in his portfolio, marlowe got into a few different art/liberal arts schools the following year. radcliffe was the only one who offered a partial scholarship and the east coast sounded nice n far from home, so anyways lets go ✈️ college 

FAST FORWARD its senior year babey and marlowe’s been making the most of his time here at radcliffe. he’s a fine arts major but specializes in mixed media sculptures (and probably is really shit at most of his other classes, like art theory where u actually have to read textbooks? still life drawing? boring. yawn. won’t do it.) his entire profile as an artist i’m cribbing from Rachel Harrison bc I saw her exhibition at the whitney a little while ago and her sculptures made me go ?????¿¿¿¿¿ which i think is exactly the kind of bizarre nonsense that marlowe is going for with his “art”. feast your eyes on these masterpieces. the joke of it all is that marlowe is the first to admit that his art isn’t like.... good. but his philosophy is that if people respond to it & praise it like it’s art, then by definition, it’s art. and if it gets him places (like it got him onto Cultured Magazine’s “30 Young Artists To Watch This Decade″ list), then yeehaw!

When he’s not busy creating new monstrosities, marlowe takes one fat nap per day (usually at a time when he has class) and is otherwise a very social creature who needs constant attention. he’s got a lot of friends and is always looking to make more, not in a #fake way but just as a person who genuinely likes being around people. he very quickly gets bored if left on his own, so he’s prone to following people around campus like a stray cat regardless of whether or not they tell him to shoo. he dorms at Noland but is almost always found in other houses, often crashing in other people’s rooms (needs to be close to his friends or He’ll Die), and he definitely frequents parties, bc marlowe never passes up an opportunity to drink other people’s booze and get a lil messy and Chaotic. he’s [jim halpert voice] not a slut, but who knows? he’s kinda a slut! he’s also definitely pulled another stunt similar to Skyscraper by taking over the quad for a guerrilla art installation with his sculptures (and without the school’s permission oops) which may be the basis for some connections if ppl know him from that particular exploit!!

in summary..... marlowe can be a bit up his own ass at times, but being around him is generally a Good Time bc he’s easy-going and friendly and always down for anything, always. litcherally zero impulse control so nothing gets in the way of a dumb idea that might potentially make for a good story. perhaps he’s not the most reliable person, so don’t expect a prompt text back if ur in a life or death situation, and he doesn’t care very much about anything, so ur setting urself up for disappointment if you do expect him to care about something (the fact that he’s never been in a long-term relationship... very telling). all he wants to do is just have! fun all the time! he’s trying to scam his way into the American Dream with his dumb art, so that he can live a good life and maybe get rich and famous and eventually party at Art Basel in Miami with Frank Ocean! is that really so much to ask!

appearance: marlowe’s very vain and a lot of thought goes into his appearance even when (especially when) it doesn’t look like he’s done anything but roll straight out of bed. all of his outfits are as outrageous as his sculptures are ugly. think mismatched prints and loud colors, silk shirts gaping open like he got tired after the first three buttons, a pawn’s shop worth of jewelry, weird dangly earrings w/ feathers or tiny charms, tinted yellow or pink sunglasses, sometimes a bandana around his neck, just for extra flavor. his hair always has to look perfectly tousled; u can catch him checking out his reflection in pretty much every mirrored surface. at least half the surface area of his body is covered in tattoos & he’ll suggest getting more during every drunken night out, which... is why he has so many by now!

connections: to be quite honest its 2 am and i feel all of my higher brain functions shutting down so i’m gonna make these very simple n straightforward, but we can always workshop!!!! pls feel free to message me even if none of these strike ur fancy :0)

peers in the arts - friends, acquaintances, rivals, probably some former group project members holding a grudge....

fellow party animals who don’t mind sharing when marlowe inevitably mooches off their alcohol and drugs :)

unlikely friends!!!!! it’d be fun to have a friendship dynamic with someone who’s very different from him!!

a roommate in Noland... possibly one he’s not on good terms w/... even tho marlowe hardly EVER sleeps in his own dorm room, he uses it as a storage locker for all his “found” art materials. i can imagine that living in that mess would try the limits of anyone’s sanity :)  

enemies - they can hate his whole Genius Artist shtick and they’d be valid :/

fellow insomniacs! marlowe is very much a night owl (regular naps during the day may be 2 blame but oh well) so he needs a fellow nocturnal to hit up the late-night McDonald’s drive thru with him and then lay on the grass lookin at the stars and contemplating life’s great mysteries while eating chicken mcnuggets 

exes - idk if u can even call them tht when his past “relationships” have all had a lifespan of six weeks or less, but hey there’s drama in that too!!

fwb - i don’t think marlowe’s the type 2 be juggling too many fwb/hook-ups at one time simply because That’s A Lot of Work. that being said... he never likes to sleep alone ;) 

[oliviaculpo]

YOU

NAME/ALIAS: Kelly!

TIMEZONE: MST! For good this time too :D since we just closed on our house here!! YAY! No more moving finaaaalllyyyyy

RANDOM FACT: I have two kitties and a cute great Pyrenees puppy! 

CHARACTER ONE

NAME: Lucky Caruso 

FACECLAIM: DJ Cotrona

BACKGROUND: 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: death, armed robbery, white-collar crimes 

Born & raised in Miami to a single mother who had no business being a mom.

High school drop out?? Nah, middle school drop out. Well, he didn’t officially drop out until high school, but he stopped going when he was HELLA young.

Really only street and survival smart. He knows basics buuuut yeah.

Nicknamed Lucky by his mom even tho he’s not lucky at all.

Has a deviated septum that he’ll never get fixed hahaha.

His mom died when he was 17 and she finally told him who his father was. So he went to find the dude and laughed when he saw them.

Figured fuck it since he was gonna be 18 soon so it didn’t matter. BUT his dad wanted to get to know him so like over time they got to know one another.

Now has two half-brothers Nathan and Lawson Marlowe and a half-sister Olivia Marlowe.

The Marlowe family had dipped into cheap versions of white-collar crimes.

So they focused a lot of like small investment fraud, identity theft, stealing social security checks, stuff like that. But they were nothing compared to like big dogs who had all this money from it. In fact, they were still pretty poor wannabe criminals lmao. Then again, their knock-off ponzi schemes weren’t that great.  

Eventually, he met Elena. And despite the fact that they fight like cats and dogs the two of them married….which was the worst decision ever. Like why did they do this to themselves???? Literally, do they actually even love each other??? Idk what even happened there okay. Lucky is just....yeah.

Went to jail from 27 to 28 for a stupid warrant he didn’t realize was out there. AND THENNNNN as soon as he was out, he got in trouble again…….

When Lucky was 30 he was on a job to rob a bank which was planned for a really really long time. He was nothing more than a simple associate with a cut of the money.

It blew up in their faces but only Lucky and one other were caught and taken in.

He was put on trial which lasted two years to finally finalize. During that time he was released on bail.

Eventually, he was sentenced to ten years which was a lesser sentence because he sold out the people he was working with because tbh he ain’t concerned about them I guess.

Served five years (one year was spent from being in and out during his trial period) until he was released for overcrowding and is now on parole and work release and has to do like classes for the state. 

Only just got out a few weeks ago and was sent to a halfway house but now he’s finally back and things are hella different. Very much wants a divorce and figure shiz out for himself?? like wtf he gonna do now??? 

HEADCANONS: 

Has a deviated septum (I know it’s listed above but he literally can’t sleep because of it) so he has sleep apnea. 

Doesn’t drink or do drugs. Really doesn’t do anything associated with drugs honestly. But people tend to assume that about him given his lifestyle. But he does smoke cigs which is bad too but whatevs!! 

Headcanon for the future but I’d love for him to enroll in some online classes and actually get his GED??? Since he dropped out so young. 

LOVES a good laugh. If you can make him laugh you’re cool with him. He’s actually a really mellow guy. He’s not standoff-ish and doesn’t try to be intimidating you know? He’s like a gentle giant if anything. Sure, he has his moments but for the most part, he just like walks away from people who piss him off. Especially now since he’s on parole and can’t exactly do shit to mess with that. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS: 

I don’t have much for him aside from like family stuff and like his estranged wife and an ex. Other than that I’m completely open and I’d LOVE stuff for him. Enemies, friends, someone who helps him out, someone he helps out. Someone to make him laugh hahaha. 

CHARACTER TWO 

NAME: Isla von Dehn 

FACECLAIM: Olivia Culpo

BACKGROUND: 

Miami girl born and raised. Granddaughter of Hyatt Robert von Dehn. Aka co-founder of Hyatt Hotels. Which means she comes from a lot of wealth and all that jazz, even after they sold the brand to a diff fam and started their investment business.

Because of that, she became really in love with the idea of just spending money all the time. Like Naomi Clarke from 90210??? Who just loved buying shit. 

Definitely more than a pretty face but she didn’t really care to prove that she was until later on in life??? 

Not the type of person to judge, hate and all that. Like yeah, she has her moments, but the materialistic things don’t really make her a selfish brat. She just loves life’s luxuries ya feel?????? definitely feel?????

Nicknamed LADY LEGS / LEGS because she’s got a pair that goes on for days.

Accepted into prestigious college (haven’t picked which yet lmaoooo) because of her family and the fact that her father wrote a pretty hefty check. He wanted her and her older sibling to follow in their footsteps and whatnot.

But she didn’t want to follow in their footsteps really. Maybe she thought she did, but she didn’t. So instead she just hung out with her girlfriends and.... you guessed it, spend money. 

Eventually had a huge fight with her family and her dad threatened to take away her trust fund if she didn’t do something with her life and stop racking up so many high credit card bills. 

Felt underestimated so she stepped it up and graduated from college, got her bachelors, worked her butt off, took the LSATs and later the BAR buuuut failed which was really sad. So she was like clearly i’m not meant to go down that path, so she picked something else.

Eventually started working as a stylist at a high-end boutique and later became a personal stylist which was much more suited for her.  

Recently she married her boyfriend at her friend’s bachelorette party in new orleans. and everyone is like wtf???? why would you marry him y’all only been dating for a few months now???? but whatevs i guess do u girl??? 

She’s is honestly just the type of person who wants to enjoy life and what she has. 

She’s pretty much a recycled and fixed up version of an old charrie of mine named Phoebe????? so yeah she holds some things that are very near and dear to my heart <3

HEADCANONS: 

Lmao loves glitter. Has so many sparkly tops because she’s lame like that. 

Incredibly, incredibly close to her family. Yes, her dad can be harsh sometimes but he means well. He just wants her to succeed and she gets that.

Doesn’t really do drugs like at all?? But her friend circle def does. She’s more in love with shopping LMAO. Confessions of a shopaholic okay. 

Has two cats who she loves soooo much. 

Will always let you raid her closet. 

Has over twenty small tattoos (inspo from Chiara Ferragni) all around her body. Her mom hates them but she finds the body to be like a canvas. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS: 

Again, like Lucky, I don’t have much for her yet. But I’d love like friendships, enemies, chance encounters, sibling-like friendships, friends to enemies, enemies to friends. Anything!! I’m also very open to like just going with the flow you know? 

[youngbradford]

Xmas Message For 2019

And here we go, my 19th annual year-end love letter online …Georgi Balinov and I rang in the new year at a giant party in Bangkok, halfway around the world. That foreign location, its beauty and tastes, set the tone for my 2019, a year of seeing the world, while stabilizing my life. Though often in flux or movement, 2019 was a year many things normalized over the year.

In January, almost immediately after arriving stateside, I crossed the pond and saw Michelle Visage perform in the West End with Peter Wish. Afterward, I played with her wigs backstage and walked her towards the queer kids lining up for selfies and autographs. I am very lucky to have Peter and Michelle in my life, kindred spirits both. One reminding me that fame, fortune, ebb, and flow, but that being real is what matters most. The other, a reminder to stay forever young. I visited Berlin yet again and did the usual, working, and playing, hard.

February appeared and I traveled to Philadelphia with Sandra Hansel, Georgi, George Sapio, and Anthony DeFilippis. We toured Lisa Roberts’ house, saw a Dieter Rams exhibit, dined with George Alley. In Lambertville, that Sunday, I bought vinyl and vintage hats. Later that month, I got a swallow tattooed on my hand, a symbol of flight and travel, and Warhol’s knives, blackened into my shin. An Eames exhibit in Oakland was a sweet way to end the month.

In March with my crew, Georgi, Khadyon Reid, Luis Urribarri, Anthony, and George, descended upon Salvador for Carnival. It was insane! I watched Anitta live, and danced in a sea of pushing, fighting, kissing Brazilians for days upon days. I felt unsafe and alive, threatened and excited. It was intense. Back home I got my other hand tattooed, again honoring my love of seeing the world. I traveled to Portland, came back to NYC at the end of the month, finally moving into our apartment, the one we bought 1.5 years before, that I designed, and had renovated head to toe. Finally, we had our dream home. The weekend we moved in, the place was still not ready, but we were sick of living without our things and in other people’s beds. Peg Kendall and Georgi’s mom came, and we worked our asses off unpacking and starting to make the 2800 square foot loft on west 13th street a home. We’d lived in Airbnbs and friends’ places for 19 months and it was tiring not having a home, not having most of our things. My art! My toys! My shoes!. Those months taught me how important a home, a safe place, and the oasis of my collections is to my mental health. From March on I felt more on solid ground and dedicated more energy to my career and friendships as a result.

In April we went to Coachella, seeing Ian and Jose Seronni, JJ and Andrey Lunin, and dancing in the desert of California. Multiple trips to San Francisco, catching glimpse of old friends, scaling my team at work, as I took on more and more responsibility.

In May, George Sapio and I celebrated (me a little early) a shared, fun birthday weekend at Soho Farmhouse. Joined by Matthew Kelleher, Mark Silver, Jaime Tanner, Matt Lynch, and others, we went shooting and feasted on pheasant in the English countryside.June was really busy, insanely so. 

For my 43rd in early June, I had a 30-person dinner party in our new place! We ended up at Club Cumming after, but before friends, new, and old, showered me with a vinyl record, the admission fee I’d set for my party. Lauren Foster, who has shared her home with us, was, appropriately, our first overnight guest. London, again, Berlin, too. Then home for Pride. Willam Ralphie hosted Bingo at eBay, Zach Augustine, David Mason Chlopecki, other loves attended. That weekend danced to both Madonna and Grace Jones on the pier and danced with 15K others at Javitz, where my favorite singer, Cyndi Lauper, belted “I Drove All Night,” her best song, at midnight. I stayed until the sun came up. NYC was electric that weekend. Parties, icons, friends from the world over … the city has an energy you could literally see and taste. I caught a few moments of the parade, overtaking lower Manhattan, and I smiled really big. God, it can feel good being gay! God, the world has improved for gay people (and yes, I know, we still have ways to go, especially for more marginalized LGBTQ groups). But I still took a moment to acknowledge the things that are better, that I have seen in my very gay lifetime. NYC that weekend was the ultimate place to reflect.

July 4th I went to Hamptons, with Ricardo, Brian, Felipe L. Mollica, others, guests of Anthony. Hosted Fab.com reunion, walked the Brooklyn Bridge, and took my team to Korea (where I shared a traditional Korean meal with Jae Hah), China (where I ate bird’s nests, jellyfish, sea snails, saw a Yves Klein show with Adnan Abbasi, and danced to 90s pop in a packed gay club), and Moscow (where I was amazed at how clean the city was and where I went to a traditional sauna and was whipped, naked, with tree leaves in front of dozens of Russian dudes in the nude). While in Russia a protest erupted, literally below the rooftop bar I dined in. Russia seemed freer than I’d expected, way more Western, up until this moment. I ended the weekend at a club at 3 AM, Russian women in high, high heels, dancing on the bar, vodka flowing like water. 2020 saw me traveling to places I romanticized as a child. Russia, one such place. I thoroughly enjoyed the friendships formed in Moscow, the food, and history. I want to return.

August, I was back in San Jose and Portland for work, then off again to Europe for vacation. We started our trip in Croatia, where Georgi and I kayaked around Dbruvnik’s harbor. Croatia’s cliffs and turquoise water did not disappoint, as we boated to islands and swam in caves. Driving south into Montenegro, the architecture reminded me more of Polish, Bulgarian trips, the water, greener. At the Amman we laid out next to The Beckhams, watching David kick a soccer ball with workers of the hotel, and watching Victoria read a book. Georgi and I then ventured to Mykonos, sunning til sunset and dancing til sunrise. A weekend trip upstate with our besties (including a guest appearance by Eric Lee, riding rides at the Colombia County fair, cooking pies, and grilling meats, ended our summer.

In September I went to Berlin and did Folsom and a speaking gig in front of 1K eBay sellers. I went again to Tel Aviv, meeting gay Israeli technology workers and a bevy fo Israeli start-ups. In Jerusalem, I returned to the wonderful Machneyuda with Gilad Ayalon, where they remembered me from my birthday the year before.

October saw us hosting my mother and my niece for a visit. We fell in love with Company XVI, a dance/burlesque/performance art troupe in Brooklyn. I took my mother to see Madonna, a night I will cherish forever. And we saw Dear Evan Hanson. A weekend in Miami with Lauren Foster and K was needed warmth. I took Georgi to see both acts of The Inheritance (so good!).  Then off to Berlin, again, and Paris, where I looked at art and went shopping for fall clothes. Halloween, in NYC, was brilliant and over the top; I went as white Pierrot clown. In Brooklyn, to Honey Dijon, we danced all night. Ralph Rucci, the American couturier reposted our photo on Instagram, calling it high-fashion, however, it was Georgi who won the night as Spock.

November I was in NYC early on, shopping with Thomas Cawson (who hooked me up with pink denim Helmut Lang), eating Christmas cookies, and being interviewed by Buzzfeed, a segment on 90s toys. I imitated a Furby. Then a week in Portland (I glow-in-the-dark-miniature-golfed), and off to Helsinki, catching up with former friends from Fab, One Nordic, Hem. Then to Lapland, with Georgi, George, and Anthony, lapping up wine, winter wonderlands, and dining on reindeer and elk. Dog sledding, snowmobiling, Northen lights! Another childhood desire checked from the list. Dinner with Michelle Case in London closed the month.

In December I went back to Berlin (my second home) and hosted a fundraiser for Single Step in our home. In one night Georgi and I helped raise $50K to help build Bulgaria’s first LGBTI center. It was also an impromptu holiday party: so many old friends together again in one room. And now Georgi and I sit in an airport lounge, awaiting our flight to Baltra, in the Galapagos. Once we land, we’ll board a 7-day cruise on a mega-yacht/small cruise ship. This, I feel, I have been waiting my entire life for.

I often write about how I was lonely as a kid. I was gay, I had a drug-addicted father, I grew up very poor. I oftentimes say music saved my life. But, I don’t write enough about the joy animals gave me too. I had so many pets: newts, turtles, tortoises, tree frogs, geckos, crabs, salamanders, etc. Caring for them, feeding them, gave me peace and allowed me to love. One turtle I had had a cracked shell. He lived in my room for many, many years. I always preferred him, with his defects, to the others. I think I feel the same about people.

As a child, I became obsessed with the Galapagos Islands, and mostly the tortoises. I would read about them in encyclopedias and race to see them at zoos. I always felt connected to turtles. They were my spirit animal. Later in life, I’d bloom, my feathers growing, my pride, alive. I’d no longer consider myself a turtle, my spirit animal changed. I told this story to my colleague Eben Sermon, who runs eBay’s German business: I always wanted to be a turtle. But I ended up a cockatoo. Eben brought this up last week in Berlin and it made me think a bit more about affinities for animals and how I have not had that connection as often as I probably should.

So this week, before we ring in New Years in Rio, I will honor the old me, the kid, the quieter Bradford, the sadder Bradford, by visiting those turtles, finally.

And I’ll marvel at the wonder of nature and evolution, both the evolution of animals and this world, and also the very real and dramatic evolution of my spirit and happiness.

Happy Holidays, Peace & Big Love