Peter Nureyev

Wherever the hell this brilliant moreon is.

I am up to my eyeballs in work school and internship with a big test tomorrow. Pleased to have finished art at all XD

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I am still thinking about Old Fashion Cupcake.

Such an important part of this is that the typical coming-of-age narrative is about being young and free and discovering yourself and in those stories everyone knows who they are by the time they're graduating university. Everyone knows their own shape by the time they head into the working wold, obviously. They have partners, they know their own heart and soul, they know who and what they are and what they want and what life has for store in them and that's when life start, life starts after you discover yourself.

But not in Old Fashon Cupcake.

Instead we're being given the narrative of two adult man, one nearing 40, and the discovery of what it means to be queer and what it means to be different and what it means when the box you've always shaped yourself to fit is the wrong one. The idea that life can happen and you can live and you can still discover yourself.

Nozue has spent a lifetime fitting himself into the box he thinks he should be in, trying to fit into every nook and cranny of 'normal' without any consideration for himself. He has filled out the box and hollowed himself out in the process.

And now he's hitting a time in his life when he's expected to have figured everything out, to be living the life he knows he wants, to be an Adult and a Man and to know what the future holds... but all he sees is swathes and swathes of the same hollow life, the same false box, the same lies he's been trying to make the truth.

Togawa is younger than him but he's accepted that he doesn't fit the box everyone expects him to, he's accepted that he has to make his own shape, find his own place. That he can live life and be himself. And in finding himself, he's learned to see people who don't. And he sees Nozue.

This narrative is so deeply, inherently queer that it is beautiful because it is about the kind of self-discovery journey that comes from a world telling you one thing only to realize that what you want, what you need, who you are, doesn't fit that path. And when you're never offered an alternative that fits you... you take that path and you make the path work.

But when you finally have a chance to see the path that wasn't? To see the path you wanted and needed but were never given... you grab it with both and you run and then you panic because this in unfamiliar and new and that's terrifying.

Nozue is peeking down a path that is everything he's ever dreamt of, freedom and friendship and desserts and a partnership and a chance at more and he is both reveling and he is panicking because he's never felt this before. He's never felt this nameless hope and joy that bubbles up and fills up the hollow parts of himself that he shaped for society.

Being yourself, even in little moments, even in the tiniest things, when you haven't been for so, so long? It's exhilarating. And it's terrifying. The box is comforting when you've contorted yourself so long... stretching is painful and scary even as it relieves and reveals pain you have forgotten about.

Hey~~ Happy New Year! How's your holiday going? Care to share the gifts all the ROs would absolutely appreciate? ❤️

Oh, MC can also be a gift, if you're curious. Wrapped with a large red ribbon that barely holds their bathrobe together and can easily unravel with a tug. A wee bit nsfw right there 😂

Happy New Year to you as well, and everyone too! ٩(^ ᴗ ^)۶ My holidays have gone very well thus far! Quality time with my family is always a gift in itself, despite the bumps here and there, and this season was plenty of fun even with the shake-up of tradition!

Ah, and as someone who struggles so greatly with gift ideas, these are all rather top-of-my-head suggestions. Lots more could possibly be added for each RO, but I simply lack the gift-giving creativity to think of them here, haha! ┐(´∀｀)┌

Akil

A new book, especially if it related to the MC's interests or background.

Mm, maybe plants that can be raised indoors / within the base? It would be nice to tend to them while on-duty as Commander, and it would be a pleasant addition to the atmosphere for the entire team as well.

Perhaps something written from the heart: a love letter, a poem, a short story, or a card with a personal note attached that he may then store within his desk.

He wouldn't mind a knick-knack to place in his office to have as a keepsake from Mockingbird.

Kamiko

Tickets to / something attached to a special event together, a promise for a date in the near future for the two of them alone.

A memento for a shared milestone, event, or quality in their relationship.

Tactical knives. Antique weaponry. Something along those lines, even if it is more so ceremonial or decorative.

Flowers, preferably pressed and symbolic / sentimental in some manner.

Though it might not be for her, Kamiko would be extremely touched if Mockingbird offered a gift to her nephew. Not only would the smile on his face be a treasure to her but so too would the gesture of your care towards him be something that warms her heart.

Sigmund

Well, you've already provided what is perhaps the greatest gift he could receive in your ask, haha! Otherwise . . .

Mm, really, the gesture alone of 'going out of your way' to get him a gift is bound to be appreciated. Only a little less so if it's a gag gift though, haha!

Anything that's sentimental to Mockingbird, a gesture that feels like a strengthening of their bond together.

Outside the HAWKS, another dog would have also been a perfect gift for him. (And, from then on for holidays, any gifts for the dog would be an entirely suitable and appreciated gift for him.)

Imka

Something made from the heart. (A drawing, a meal, or even "free coupons" for hugs / kisses / quality time / etc . . . though she'd be too embarrassed to ever cash them in, haha!)

Maybe something matching between them: similar scarves, gloves, sweaters, beanies, or whatever else!

Sewing supplies, or materials for her sketches.

A cute plushie, though you'd have to coax her into confessing she'd desire such a gift.

A scrapbook would probably send her into happy tears!

Elouan

Jewelry that, when worn, feels as though he is wearing a claim from Mockingbird.

A cello.

Art to brighten his surroundings. (Romanticism. Baroque, Art Nouveau, or anything made by Mockingbird in their own preferred style).

A bouquet of flowers with intentional meaning.

An outing together: a spa day, the opera, a new restaurant, etc.

As a gift to him, lingerie for Mockingbird to wear, haha! Or some for himself.

Jae

Perhaps music records to dance and listen to together. She wouldn't mind broadening her tastes to experience Mockingbird's personal favorites.

Fashon accessories: earrings, bracelets, necklaces, rings, shoes, handbags - she wouldn't mind if their designs were simple or their quality cheap. She knows she would make it look good on her regardless, haha! Lingerie (if in a romantic relationship) would also be a pleasant gift for her.

A date night later in the evening, which is essentially the gift of a new experience together. Likely to a local bar, community event, some niche establishment, etc. Somewhere that promises novelty, adventure, or laughter.

Alcohol and sweets to share, or maybe just a bit of at-home pampering like breakfast-in-bed or a massage.

Niccolò

Anything built from Mockingbird's own two hands, regardless of its end-product quality.

Painting supplies. He would probably use them to create a portrait or piece inspired by Mockingbird to express his appreciation for it.

Anything that could be used for his trinkets. Even if it's just metal scraps Mockingbird found to be interesting / appealing.

Glass-made objects, particularly if it reflected some aspect of Mockingbird, him, or their relationship together.

Philosophy or poetry books maybe, particularly if they came with a note written inside for how / why it reminded Mockingbird of him.

Mutya

Maybe some woodcarvings, or materials to help with her hobby.

Anything practical would be appreciated. New boots, new exercise equipment, a new coat for the ongoing winter season. To her, it's something that shows that Mockingbird recognizes her needs and cares for her.

Perhaps something nature-related to place in her room to give her a better sense of her home. Fake / low-maintenance plants, small animal sculptures, some little knick-knack with running water. Something to make her room feel more alive rather than like a stale prison.

She'd be content with the gift of uninterrupted quality time together, like a simple at-home date or cooked dinner together.

Fyodor

A kiss under the mistletoe. (One that is just like the movies! Though this gift is rather Christmas-season specific.)

Something (small) to wear that has some attachment to Mockingbird: cufflinks, a tie pin, a handmade bracelet, a locket, a watch, a ring (the engagement variety included, haha!), etc. with a symbolic element of them.

A homemade treat, particularly something warm or sweet.

Maybe a photograph, small and transportable, of Mockingbird to always carry with him.

The gift of a new tradition together. Some ritual, routine, or activity together with the promise of being done again year after year, in turn, promises many years to come together.

Mm, and as a super speedy holiday bonus for the minor ROs . . .

Dearil

Pinned butterflies. Personally pressed flowers.

Historical artifacts, or something of historical value / significance / attachment.

New gloves.

Perhaps a new eye-patch, though he likely wouldn't wear it in public anytime soon.

You.

Curadora

A tea set. Self-indulgently ornate as she would never buy something so frivolous for herself.

Classic literature, especially if the Mockingbird has a fondness or personal attachment to it themself.

A spoken poem (no matter it's quality, as long as it's from the heart), an expression of appreciation, or a simple, "I love you."

Aha, as over the top as it might seem, I can't help but imagine a horse-driven carriage ride absolutely melting her heart (along with her calm composure), haha!

Your company, and the memories she makes within it, is precious enough to be a gift to her.

Retriever

Hats, belts / belt buckles, boots, a handmade bracelet or necklace (preferably with some leather element).

A mug with some phrase or image that's either funny or cute.

Maybe a knitted or quilted blanket, whether or not it's purchased or handmade.

A "family day" that Mockingbird could join in on to better integrate themself into the close-knit unit that is the Charbonneau household - a greater ask than it might initially! Essentially, the gift of visiting the relatives with him during the holidays.

Or, more simply, a "lazy day" together at home.

Lempo

Furs or other prizes from a hunt. Perhaps even the experience of a hunt together.

Honey, sweets, or fruits that she'd gladly share with Mockingbird.

Perfumes, incense, and aged wines.

Maybe a music box, or some other small trinket that either glitters, shines, or sings.

Anything to spice up the bedroom, from atmospheric candles to toys Mockingbird might want to try together.

Bones

Old keepsakes dug up from the past, even if just given to him in the form of a loose set in a box rather than anything overdone.

Maybe something a bit odd or novel, but it doesn't have to be too over-the-top. A shark tooth, a session with a falcon trainer, a thrifted trinket that has a sense of history etched into it - something kind of near those vibes, maybe? Something indie / niche / unique that clearly reflects what made you think of him / your relationship with him when you chose it.

Liquor (preferably whiskey), maybe to be shared at some run-down drive-in or look-out point with a nice view in a pocket of solitude.

Somewhat expensive, but a trip to Sweden. (Something that would feel like a connection to his mother.) Or, more realistically, a weekend-long camping trip together.

Mishka

Preferably nothing, or so they would insist.

But, if you insist on a gift . . . Really, anything they receive would be seen as considerably precious to them (if in a romance or deep friendship). Even a gag gift would be safely stored away for them to reminisce upon this attachment they loathe to have have come to accept in time.

If not a close friend or romantically attached, any gift would immediately end up dumped in the nearest trash bin without a thought, haha!

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Someone leaves Dewey a box, inside are the outfits that he wore during the events of Scream 3. A card inside says "Thinking of you- R"

There is a box... in the middle of nowere. How did it got here?? The strangest thing about it is that Dewey's last name is written on it.

He carefully opens the box. He finds old clothes. The clothes he wore when still working at the movie set of stab 3. (Pictures below)

He takes the card. "Thinking of you.... thinking of.. me??" He makes his typical thinking face. Wondering who that might be. "Who is R?"

"TEAM ROCKET." He heard screaming from the other side of the sand beach. Jed overheard him and desitet to mess around. But Dewey have no clue what that is. "What??" Jed makes a hand movement and turn back to his matters again, leaving Dewey confused.

As Dewey attempt to take his shirt of he got jumpscared by Lucas sudden appearens. He stares into the box. "Uiii you got clothes. Put them on now!" Lucas always likes to play fashon designer and dress up. He rolls out a red carped on the sand and sit patiantly there to watch Dewey take his new findings on.

As Dewey took his shirt of he look over his scars for a moment. And then continue to wear one outfit over another, until he wore every outfit once. Lucas is very amused and teach him how to change between outfits per will in the future. All outfit that he doesn't wear at the moment puff to thin air but arent gone.

Dewey pics up the card and read it over one more time befor he pokets it away in his jacket.

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hey do you have any tfc headcanons

i have so many in my q lmao

ok here’s my random headcanons. also i think im ignoring that tfc happens in early 2000s lmao

nicky is a queen of karaoke. can he hold a tune? debatable. will he give you a performance of a lifetime? absolutely.

renee bakes very well!! it’s one of the things stephanie taught her. at first she only bakes to destress you know. but then she falls in love with baking. she’s baked cookies/cake for the upperclassmen’s birthday, but since the foxes won the championship, she bakes for all of their birthdays!

(also one of the times andrew met renee, they didnt fight, but renee taught him how to bake. and andrew having perfect memory, he only needs a recipe for the first try. and andrew loves sweet so!!!)

kevin can recite exy history and rules and regulations word per word. the foxes know about this and like to mess with kevin with like “you know exy is just super violent lacrosse” kevin just like “accORDING TO RULE 3 PARAGRAPH 4”

aaron, our future doctor, gives off-handed medical advices to the foxes. they’re just out of the blue and he wont repeat twice lmao. but over the years, the foxes trust each other more and they’re more comfortable with each other. and they always come to aaron for generic medicine (he has everything and anything) and ask him like “hey why am i nauseous after drinking 500ml milk” “you’re lactose intolerant you idiot”

ALSO aaron and neil?! that combo? is deathly. they could kill anyone with their words. imagine aaron and neil doing press lmao, wymack would lose his mind

one time allison did make over on neil. and neil loved it and he asked allison to take him shopping once. and allison’s like 🥺🥺🥺🥺 ok i’ll teach you what i know about fashion. and allison made sure to pick clothes that neil comfortable with.

OUT OF THE BLUE NEIL PICKED A CROP TOP AND ACTUALLY BOUGHT IT. WHEN HE WEARS IT, ANDREW’S LIKE “500% josten”

tbh allison has been giving the girls fashon advice bc she makes this world her runway. and slowly other foxes ask her as well. like aaron has a date with katelyn and not sure how to dress etc.

andrew attracts childern and also adore them!!!! just andrew and children in general?!?! like?!? andrew will listen to any rambles and he remembers all of them. he just entertains children in general.

matt likes to piggy back neil. neil likes to be carried by matt. when neil is sleepy, he goes to matt so matt can piggy back him. just matt being a bro to neil

dan can dance!!! she’s self-taught but she’s a natural talent! she teams up with nicky during karaoke, where nicky sings and dan dances. matt: hearteyes intensified

dan and matt propose at the exact same time

after tkm and after everything is calm and safe, the foxes give the twins, kevin and neil everything they miss during their childhoods. go to amusement parks, binge watch disney movies, go to the zoos, enjoying the carnivals. they also make sure that those 4 can experience holidays like chrismas properly. 

tbh it’s nicky’s personal mission that they all watch disney movies like every sunday. his favorite is the little mermaid, bc the prince’s name is eric and he’s so in love with his bf. mulan’s renee spirit animal

once they’re all watching the snow white and 7 dwarves. being dicks that they are, they start assigning who’s who. kevin is grumpy, nicky is dopey, matt is happy. rest is undecided

andrew and neil get married. aaron and katelyn get married. dan and matt get married. fuck the bonus content

the foxes go on vacation together once in a year! it’s obligatory, nicky said. allison is always the one who makes the arrangement.

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Hi! Did you see Cliff's the bodyguard latest instagram post? I'm puzzled. Isn't it a bit hmm... immature (trying to be polite, Cliff's maybe reading your blog haha) to calling out some of the spn fans cause they speculate about Jensen's ring or believe J2 are a couple? It's the 15th year. Why the sudden late reaction? I would love to hear your thoughts.

Cliffy’s instagram post:

Why? Economic necessity as in attention currency since they don’t need the money.  Cliffy is going to lose out on the lucrative SPN pussy fandom and the Grauls are trying to get more attention/sympathy for their, eh, paper clip fashon line?  Future venture project?  Just raising profiles in general?

Cliffy is doing the equivalent of a fireman committing arson by setting “nuisance” fire where there is none so that he can 1) get attention for responding to fires, 2) be seen as a hero, and 3) maybe have a job or access.  

SPN is coming to an end and the Js are moving back to Austin, with Jared’s new show likely filmed in Austin there is no reason for Cliff to continue as his driver because CW will have him drive another CW star in Vancouver.  

Before I go further, you all know that Cliffy is not a real bodyguard, right?  He just calls himself that because it sounds better than “driver” and “gopher”. if you’ve seen Parasite, the scene of the driver following the wife during grocery shopping and carrying said groceries is typical of a driver’s job.

So Cliffy is angling to postion or hire himself as either of the Js’ social media gatekeeper.  He dug hard and deep to look for stuff to “defend” the Js from in order to start the nuisance fire.  My guess is Danneel or her team *waves to Gino* helped Cliffy find the most innocuous (and least known) gossip contents because Lord forbid he flash his laser pointer at the minions’ homophobe gossip because that could actually damage the J’s brand.  Divorce speculation? House flipping? Wife bashing? Phfffft, that’s everyday headlines on real tabloid covers and everybody expects those rumors, hell, Ellen DeGeneres & Portia de Rossi are supposed to be divorcing every other month because of Ellen’s addiction to house flipping.

Cliffy tried hard to make himself look like the good guy and remember kids, a hero is nothing without an interesting villain (thats you guys), otherwise Batman is just a nutcase dressed like a bat running around beating up thugs.

“Cliff’s maybe reading your blog haha”

Doubtful, and that goes the same for any tumbr blogs in general because followership numbers are kept secret from the public, much like Netflix’s viewership numbers.

New Year's Dump

As the new year approaches, this would be the perfect time to share a story of a New Year's Eve when I was out celebrating at a local dive that is no longer in existence. But served as the perfect setting for me and the massive shit that I had to take. I had been holding it in directly for this purpose, for over a day and a half. The wait of it was really growing on me when I showed up in the early hours of the evening before the late night crowd arrived to bring in the new year. The venue was a little out of the way bar with a small dance floor, pool table, and back patio. This particular little saloon was known for being the type of place where guys not only hooked up, but often was where the action actually happened. There where blow jobs, hand jobs, and indecent exposure every weekend and Tuesdays because that was the night of their 2 for 1 specials. Until I arrived, there hadn't been any public poopers. The restrooms where just like little stalls with toilet and sink. There was a men's room, and a unisex room. No urinals at the time. The little men's room was at the back wall with a divider in front of it creating this little hallway with the bathroom door to the right. The door would open to a little room the size of a broom closet, with a toilet on the left and sink on the right. The door had it's own lock on the knob. The entire place was decked out for New Year's, complete with streamers, party poppers, little party horns, and hats that spelled Happy New Year of course. I grabbed me a hat and ordered the first round. As the evening wore on into night, more men started to show up (many in their leather fetish outfits ready for a night of dancing and decadence) . As is always the case my body was opening up for what I anticipated I would be doing as soon as the time was right. I clenched my butt, to remember it was not time yet. I was wanting it to get busy and crowded, which I new it would be as we started getting closer to midnight. I did make an early trip to the men's room not only to pee, but to make sure the toilet seat was up so it didn't get pissed on before it was time for me to sit on it. Around 10:30 or so I made an appoint to get a good buzz going to seem like in my drunk state easy to forget little things like locking the door to the bathroom. (Heh,heh,heh.) The men's room was in constant use. There wasn't a line or anything that big, but someone was always opening the door to walk in frequently, and locking the door behind them. When someone else went to use it, they would turn the knob without knocking, and if it was locked they'd use the unisex bathroom instead. I knew it was going to be perfect when I saw that no body knocked on the door. I knew what would happen if the door wasn't locked when someone was in there. I was sweating with anticipation. Soon midnight rolled around and we counted down, then cheered when it hit. There was Champagne served to everyone there including me, and that's when I decided it was time. I had a bottle of beer, had just finished off my Champagne, and as soon as I knew the men's room was vacant, I made my way through the crowd, (who where already getting frisky with each other, as well as checking me out.) to that door as quickly as possible, wearing my party hat, holding my party blower in one hand, my bottle of Corona in the other. I went into the phone booth sized bathroom, and locked the door behind me, but only temporarily, so I could put the seat back down into place, get my pants and underwear down, and sat my sexy butt on to the old fashoned, perfectly rounded, nicely clean seat pulling up my shirt to better expose my thighs and hips. I could hear the massive crowd that flooded the outside of the door throughout the saloon. As I could feel the pressure building, I relaxed then clenched my cheeks to hold my log in place. Then I reached out to the lock on the doorknob, and with a smile of anticipation turned the lock to unlock the door. I grabbed my beer from the base of the sink, held my party blower in my other hand, and waited holding my loaf until I knew for sure that coming to use the bathroom. In about a minute or two, I heard some one approach. As soon as I knew they where about to open the door, I relaxed my sphincter and tried to conceal my anticipation and took a swing of my beer. Just then the knob turned and the door opened. I immediately lowered the beer, then blew on the party blower, and drunkenly blurted out "Happy New Year!" as my poop pushed it's head out my bare bottom, now feeling like a cork in my ass. The man standing there had a thick mustache, and was wearing his finest leather ware. His eyes got really big and his mouth made an o shape. "Oh, I am so sorry. " he said. "That's Okay ", I said "I'm to drunk to care." He then shut the door. It was such a rush, that I continued to clench and relax my hold on that poo, and this time pushed the door open just a little bit. This way I knew that anyone else on the other side of the would think that it wasn't occupied because they would see the door slightly ajar, implying vacancy. A few minutes later, another man opened the door. Much older this time, wearing glasses, with a grayish white beard. I repeated the same steps as before wishing him a happy New Year. He raised his eyebrows at me, then shut the door. As I continued to concentrate on this massive shit I was taking, the evening moved on with men opening the door on me to use the bathroom, and find me sitting on the toilet, in my New Year's party hat, blowing my party blower wishing them a happy new year. Some of the guys would shut the door immediately apologetically, while others would close the door slowly while locking their eyes on me as the door was being shut. One guy said oops, when he opened the door and saw me and closed the door, only to open it up to look in again the moment he closed it, and then did it again and again until he had done it five times. After I finished, I locked the door so I could wipe. I had finished my beer and threw the bottle into the little waist basket. I stood up, pulled my pants up, washed my hands, flushed, and walked out into the party. I felt multiple eyes on me as I walked up to the bar to order another drink. The bar tender told me I didn't need to pay for it because someone already paid for it for me. As I drank my last beer of the night, one of the guys who opened the door on me, smiled and winked at me. For a moment I thought maybe he bought me the drink, only to find two other guys who opened the door smiling at me, so I wasn't sure anymore. The hour of 1AM rolled around, there was a circle jerk going on in the back room where the pool table was, and I was ready to head home. I told the bartender to thank the guy who bought me the drink wishing him a happy new year, then headed out. I haven't had an experience as incredible since, even though I tried. Busy nights like tonight, especially after midnight is the best time, if you want to be caught in the act. Fetish clubs and bars are the best places to do it as long as you try to make it look accidental. Using the hat and party blower, offered an extra gimmick making it more outstanding, and for future reference, would make an excellent photo opp.

Graduate Fashion Foundation Webinar - RANKIN - British Fashion Photographer

I found the webinar with British fashion photographer very helpful insightful.

RANKIN described his experince on shoots with the likes of the Queen, Kate Moss, Madonna and David Bowie. As well as providing tips of photography and shoots in gerneral and the fashon industry as a whole.

Some useful resources were also mentioned, which I will be using in the future such as Desert Island Disks. 

RANKIN encourages students to draw inspiration form a broad range of sources and live IRL. He believes the digital world can not provide you as much inspiration as the real world. This is something I will consider when reaserching for future projects.

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Hello! I am Mod Amami. It is nice to see you here! 

I can do: Aesthetics, moodboards, stimboards, canon calls, icons, minor sprite edits, self care/fashon kits, and playlists!

(Icons I’m using here and in the future are made by my awesome friend on discord!)

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