Poet and Painter
Until 24th September 2023, Tate Britain is hosting an exhibition about the radical Rossetti family, focusing on their attitudes to art, love and lifestyles. Arguably, Dante Gabriel Rosetti is the most famous of the siblings, and his paintings make The Rossettis a remarkable exhibition. It has been over twenty years since Rossetti’s artwork has been on display in retrospective fashion, and it is a…
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“Do you want to know the domestic incidents that me and phil have on the daily” YES DANIEL we’ve BEEN asking
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More Met Gala 2023 fashion.
TEAM THOM BROWNE
Jenna Ortega
Bella Ramsey
Janelle Monae
Teyana Taylor (who is incredible in ONE THOUSAND AND ONE)
Olivia Rodrigo
*Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!
Baz Luhrmann (with wife/costume designer Catherine Martin)
Shai Gilgeous-Alexander
Sora Choi
Conrad Gray
Teams Chloe and Dior
TEAM CHLOE
Maude Apatow
Olivia Wilde
Vanessa Kirby
TEAM DIOR
Lil Nas X*in the gents with Harris Dickinson (who is wearing Dunhill)
Alexandria Daddario
Robert Pattinson (with Suki Waterhouse who is in Fendi)
Tom Sturridge (with Alexa Chung in Roisin Pierce)
Ke Huy Quan (perfectly channeling Lagerfeld)
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not only are two of my poems about to featured in a horror anthology but one of them is about surviving the absolute horror movie that was dating my abusive ex
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How would you write the Jancy-Coming-Back-From-Murray’s-Car-Ride-True-Feelings-Confession?
Hi Anon,
I accidentally wrote a mini-fic so I hope that's ok.
Jonathan's tapping the steering wheel. He'll nervously get out three taps, realize what he's doing and then rub the leather like that's going to fix the cracking. He insisted that Nancy should try to get some sleep but every time she closes her eyes he's tapping away again like their own spin on The Tell-Tale Heart.
She peers one eye open to investigate. Overall, he looks very serious. He's sitting up stiff as a board, eyes straight ahead, hands perfectly at ten and two. But she knows him better, she knows she has to look harder to really get a read on him. His sweater looks rumpled from pulling it in y so quickly, there's fine lines and dark circles under his eyes and he moves his jaw like he's stifling a yawn.
She has an overwhelming urge to tell him to pull over so she can kiss him there but shakes her head thinking better of it. She knows he's not going to stop until he's sure whatever is growing under the lab hasn't gotten to his little brother.He's worried but handsome and she gets to think that because he's her… well her something. She feigns a sigh to get his attention.
"Oh hey, sorry… I didn't mean to …" he trails off
He loosens his right hand from the wheel and she takes it before she can stop herself. Jonathan's watching her from the corner of his eye, not quite sure what she's up to. She doesn't really know herself, but she raises his hand to her mouth and gives it a kiss all the same. She doesn't miss the way pink creeps into his cheeks.
"I'm not going anywhere" she confesses just loud enough for him to hear.
He doesn't say anything at first and now she's the nervous one.
"The world's ending" he argues.
"I-"
"And there's Steve"
"Jonathan"
"And you know Will and my mom and look it's fine I get it, just a one time-"
"Jonathan I love you and I'm not going anywhere" she cuts him off, she's not going to listen to every reason why they shouldn't be together. Because if the world really is ending she doesn't care anymore. Nancy Wheeler loves Jonathan Byers, Jonathan Byers loves Nancy Wheeler and screw what anyone else has to say about it.
"Ok good because it would've been really hard to let you" he confesses.
"Let me?" She challenges.
"I just, I mean… before you know.. I didn't.. and now I do and-" he rambles.
"It's ok I get it I thought the pull out was good too" she teases and noticed the corners of his mouth twitch to form a smile before he thinks better of it.
"That's not-" he protests.
"Oh so you lied this morning?" She taunts, content to keep up their playful banter.
Jonathan grumbles, rolls his eyes and hits the breaks turning on the hazard lights. He quickly turns to face her and he looks at her like he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. It's nerve wracking and exciting all at once. Then he cups her face and kisses her. It's different from last night, less hungry, more reassuring and steady.
"I love you" he confesses when he pulls away "And that scares me"
"More than the portal to hell?" She questions.
"Uh about the same actually" he admits.
"I see" she nods.
Maybe it's the sleep deprivation or just the absurdity of the last forty eight hours finally hitting her but she suddenly lets out a laugh, surprising Jonathan.
"What's so funny?" He asks, eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"Who picks the end of the world to finally get together?" She asks through her laughs.
Jonathan takes a minute to digest her words before deciding that it is funny.
"A couple of weirdos" he jokes.
Nancy calms herself down and scoots underneath his right arm and wraps her arms around his waist.
"You don't need to worry about me" she promises softly.
"Yea ok" he huffs sarcastically.
"I mean it, you're stuck with me" she informs him. End of the world be damned, he's hers for however long they have left.
"Promise?" Jonathan asks hopefully.
"Promise" Nancy confirms.
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