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Retratos oficiais, sessões de fotos e afins: 219 / ∞
Kate, George, Charlotte e Louis assam bolos para a comunidade local de Cardiff, País de Gales, um dos diversos locais pelo Reino Unido que estavam comemorando o Jubileu de Platina da Rainha Elizabeth II com uma festa de rua | 05.06.2022
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If the last 48 hours of petty tweets, the unexpected airing of dirty laundry, and the whole of the internet thinking she’d ever let Louis Denver inside of her was anything to go by, Ivy had figured today was gonna be a rough day. With a day of gossip rags theorising about her relationship with her best friend’s ex boyfriend – one of the many things she didn’t miss about dating Dierks – and watching Wardo wallow in self-pity, Capote in his lap, head in his hands, and Ivy tucked against his side, she’d been grateful for a day off to just relax. As much as she genuinely loved her job working for the Rangers, she was pretty content to not have to see Max face-to-face after everything that had unfolded. It was a veritable mess and Ivy thought she might need another five to ten years to recover from the whiplash they’d all experienced.
Today, however, she’d begrudgingly left Wardo’s couch – where she’d situated herself with a throw pillow and one of Capote’s blankets – and made her way into the bar, ready for a world of distractions to keep her from worrying about her best friend. She’d cursed herself on arrival, remembering that Raff had the day off – for reasons she hadn’t actually cared to listen to at the time – and silently prayed that they wouldn’t get too many difficult customers coming in today. Not that Ivy wasn’t able to handle them herself – she was more than able – but without Raff to keep her grounded, on a day like today, she hadn’t quite trusted herself to be a voice of reason.
For most of the evening, her shift had passed with ease. Nothing too strenuous, a steady flow of customers coming in – the week leading up to Christmas always tended to be a little more hectic, even on a weekday, so she’d accounted for large parties of pub crawlers in silly red and green hat, most of which hadn’t bothered her in the slightest. That was, of course, up until the last 20 minutes before closing.
Ivy was winding down for the evening and delighting in the slower pace of the night, chatting aimlessly to some of their regulars as she sipped her steaming mug of tea, keeping herself awake. In what she could only describe as a crash heard around the world – another cliche that she was sure Wardo would eat her alive for – a young woman came storming into the bar, leaving the doors swinging on their hinges as she veered right towards Ivy. Confused and not in the mood for any more drama, Ivy came out from behind the bar and fixed the woman with a stare.
“Can I help you? We’re closing,” she’d told the woman, keeping her tone as patient as was humanly possible for Ivy Rogers.
The woman was beyond reason, however, and swung, full force at Ivy, her ringed fingers colliding with the side of the girl’s face. Truthfully, Ivy had taken harder hits over the years, but the shock of the impact alone had sent her head reeling backwards, the collision causing her to lose her balance. Stumbling backwards, she gripped her hand tight onto a barstool to steady herself and turned her attention back to the woman in front of her.
“Holy shit, lady. What the fuck is your deal?” she yelled, throwing professionalism out the window.
Straightening herself up, she locked her two hands together and stretched them out in front of her, cracking her knuckles in a way that she hoped was vaguely menacing. Then, Ivy curled her right hand into a fist, walked towards the woman and punched her square in the jaw, knocking her to the ground instantly.
“Dumb motherfucker,” Ivy spat, her own cheeks stinging ever so slightly from the light slap she’d received just prior.
She was just readying herself to turn away, back to her punters, and apologise for the commotion, when two men walked into the bar. One was short, probably about Ivy’s height, but ripped. Despite his height, he looked as though he could go a few rounds with Scotty Carter without breaking a sweat, his arms bulging out of his comically small t-shirt. The other was taller, about six foot and weedy as hell; they looked like they were straight out of a fucking cartoon, if she was being completely honest. With an arched brow, she waited to see if they were with the woman on the floor – who was now wailing, not a tear in sight, and claiming that Ivy had tried to kill her.
“What the fuck did you do to my sister, slut?” The shorter of the two asked, and Ivy smirked. Of course, the random erratic woman who had seemingly attacked her out of nowhere had a set of misogynistic bodyguards who looked like they’d been permanently trapped inside a mismatched set of House of Fun mirrors.
Readying herself for a verbal beatdown, Ivy shook her head, no interest in arguing with a group of strangers with a stick up their ass. She had no idea what she’s supposedly done to offend the Cartoon Network’s latest experiments, but she wasn’t about to get herself fired in the name of breaking a few noses. It had been a while since she’d been in a proper fight and, as much as she missed it, she wasn’t sure Raff would be allowed to keep her on if she was caught throwing their customers through tables.
Ivy opened her mouth, ready to offer a polite retort, when her eyes seemed to betray her too, causing hallucinations right in that moment. Because surely – at that hour of the night, a fresh bruise blooming on Ivy’s face – Louis Denver could not be walking through that door? Distracted as she was, Ivy noticed much too late that Ripped Danny Devito was charging towards her, her eyes widening as he tackled her to the ground, her head knocking off the edge of the bar as she fell.
“What the hell is going on?” Ivy murmured, her vision blurring, blood filling her mouth.
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“Can’t we just go to McDonald’s?”
Wardo turned, eye twitching, to bestow a glare on the teenager he found himself lumbered with. Bryce simply scowled back, hood up, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his leather jacket, looking every bit the petulant fifteen-year-old he was. His scuffed sneakers kicked at the sidewalk as he sauntered along behind Wardo, dragging his feet in such a deliberate manner, Wardo would have been impressed by the insolence if it wasn’t being directly weaponised against him.
“Uh, no, we can’t just go to McDonald’s,” he argued. “It’s Burger King, or bust. Have I taught you nothing?”
“You literally never teach me a thing,” came Bryce’s bored reply.
Wardo couldn’t help but roll his eyes like that. There were many things that he could have taught Bryce, like how to pick a lock or, better yet, a pocket, but he was trying to make sure the kid didn’t wander down the same path that he had all those years ago. And even the morally upstanding things he could have imparted his knowledge about like literature held absolutely no interest to Bryce. Despite their shared love for ratty leather jackets and distaste for anything resembling a hairbrush, Wardo and Bryce couldn’t be more different when it came to what they liked. Wardo pored over his paperbacks and old records; Bryce preferred to plug in his airpods and deafen himself with shitty electronica, all the while bemoaning the fact that Wardo had never shown a lick of interest in sports.
That anomaly - Bryce’s affinity for throwing a ball whilst Wardo had only been interested in handling a very specific type - was the only reason Wardo figured Bryce had even accompanied him outside today. He wasn’t a fan of the cold weather, huffing every time Wardo told him to shut the damn thermostat off and grab a blanket instead so he didn’t run up the heating bill, but he had ventured outside anyway to pick Ivy up from work.
They’d heard almost too much about Ivy’s job recently. Particularly about her hot yet Satanic co-worker. Bryce didn’t really care about that - again, another striking contrast to Wardo who wanted to know everything - but he did want to know about the hockey team, rattling off statistics about the New York Rangers that had both Wardo and Ivy boggling at him like he’d grown another head.
When Madison Square Garden came into view, Wardo realised Bryce wasn’t following him. He glanced over his shoulder, huffing out a laugh at the awestruck expression on the kid’s face as he tipped his head back to stare up at it. He would never get the sports thing, but it was always fun to see Bryce’s cool and impassive persona crumble right in front of him. Try as he might, that boy couldn’t hide his passion about anything, no matter how much he wanted to seem disinterested and uncaring.
“Come on, shitbrain,” he said, fisting a hand in the collar of his jacket and dragging him across the road.
Laughing all the while at Bryce’s protestations, he led them over the door Ivy had told them to meet her at. Where there was, of course, another man standing. And that man was, of course, Louis Denver. Because why the absolute fuck wouldn’t it be?
It didn’t long for the shock to wear off. In fact, it was almost instantaneous. Because Wardo had actually already come to terms with the fact that the universe hated him and would do whatever it could to throw him in his ex together in close proximity, including outside a fucking hockey stadium. It just made sense.
No matter how much he could reason with the facts in front of him though, that didn’t stop the shaking of Wardo’s hands as he let Bryce go and stared at Louis.
Would New York ever love him enough again to keep that man away from him? He knew he couldn’t trust the universe to keep his heart safe, but New York had always been on his side, or so he’d thought.
Before he could say anything, Bryce had already clocked Louis and his eyes narrowed in a way that spelled danger for Wardo. Without giving Wardo a choice to do anything that would stop the inevitability of drawing Louis’ attention, Bryce, the absolute little shit that he was, pointed at him.
“That’s the guy from the photo on your shelf,” he said, loud enough to break the goddamn sound barrier. Immediately, Wardo moved, with reflexes that even years of domesticity and a full-time job in a library could not dull, and yanked at Bryce’s hood, pulling it down over the other boy’s eyes and, with a little more effort, his big fucking mouth.
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semi-coherent list of threads both active and inactive:
(if i miss anything pls tell me lol)
amira - amira/joey1. amira/killian.
billy - billy/simon1.
bradley - bradley/persephone1.
chess - chess/diego1 (✓). chess/henry1. chess/ivy1. chess/matty1.
diego - diego/chess1 (✓). diego/henry1.
eli - eli/matty1.
harlow - harlow/ivy1 (✓). harlow/marley1. harlow/maverick1. harlow/raff1.
henry - henry/chess1. henry/diego1. henry/ivy1. henry/poppy1.
ivy - ivy/chess1. ivy/harlow1 (✓). ivy/henry1. ivy/louis1 (✓). ivy/louis2. ivy/maverick1. ivy/max1. ivy/wardo1.
jessica - jessica/marley1.
joey - joey/amira1.
killian - killian/amira1. killian/matty1.
louis - louis/ivy1 (✓). louis/ivy2. louis/max1. louis/wardo1 (✓). louis/wardo2. louis/wardo3.
marley - marley/harlow1. marley/jessica1.
matty - matty/chess1. matty/eli1. matty/killian1.
maverick - maverick/harlow1. maverick/rafferty1. maverick/wardo1.
max - max/ivy1. max/louis1.
poppy - poppy/henry1. poppy/wardo1.
rae - n/a.
rafferty - rafferty/harlow1. rafferty/ivy1. rafferty/maverick1.
scotty - n/a.
simon - simon/billy1.
wardo - wardo/ivy1. wardo/louis1 (✓). wardo/louis2. wardo/louis3. wardo/maverick1. wardo/louis3. wardo/poppy1.
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LOUIS VUITTON — SWAMP from Neels Castillon on Vimeo.
Alongside the Louis Vuitton's sustainability campaign, we shot 3 dance shorts in the hearth of Corsica.
directed by Neels Castillon
talent — Kristian Mensa
music — Awir Leon
art director — Béatriz Lamarca
art buyer — Julie Praet
art buyer — Mathilde Barrère
creative producer — Noëlle Duperrier-Simond
cinematography — Eric Blanckaert
1st AC — Raphaël Pfertzel
2nd AC — Frédéric Alexander Stein
fpv drone pilot — Benoit Finck
fpv drone operator — Brieuc Le Mercier
groomer — Cyril Laloue
stylist — Andréa Ottaviani
props — Marie Vernier
animal trainer — Pierre Cadéac
animal trainer — Hayden Sonnet
production company — Motion Palace
service production — Louis2
executive producer — Ariane Cornic
production coordinator — Sandrine Laveau
line producer — Clément Daugabel
producer — Michaël Lacomblez
line producer — Isabelle Porras
editor — Sébastien Rouquet
post-production — Motion Palace
color grading — Hervebay's
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Home I directed with the incredible team 🎞️ :
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#queeen #maryQueeen0fSc0tz~~ #REIGN #Louis2 #CdeMedici etc #WBUTZ::::::; 4seas0nz-- 13000 epiz per season>>>>>> #simpleC0urtLife)))))••••
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Louis
I smile and shake your hand as Isla hides her head, smiling shyly. But she brightens up when she sees Harry, asking to be put down and run to him. “Hi, I’m Louis. Sorry the house it a little messy, Harry doesn’t understand how to plan ahead.” He just smiles and shakes his head as Isla leads him into the living room to show him her new stuffed animal. “Sorry that she pretty much ignored you, she loves everyone and I’m sure by the end of the night you’ll be her new best friend.” I smile and move over so you can come in. “I have some dinner that is almost ready, then afterwards I was thinking Harry can hang out with her and you and I can talk about what I’m looking for…” I smile and rub the back of my head with my hand. “I’m not going to lie to you, I’m not sure if this is what I want, but the lads are pushing me to get out since all i do is work, some school, and her. She’s my life and I don;t want to be away from her for too long because I guess I’m just a nervous dad.” I chuckle awkwardly. “Let me check on dinner, and you can hang out with them, ask her about her stuffed animals, they are her favorites.”
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NEW PLOT
*I was so excited to start my new job, the pay being great but I also knew it would be the perfect way to spend the summer, it at a beautiful beach resort where we could use all the resources and activities whilst working waitressing or running classes, it giving me something productive but fun to do* *it being a hot day so wearing a cute summer dress as I pull my car up to the resort, just taking a look around with a grin, getting out the car and grabbing my bags, us staying in the group houses with other members of staff on the resort, them looking like cute beach villas and just wanting to meet new people and enjoy this* *i head to the reception to grab my room key and sign in, her directing me to my villa as I let myself in, anticipating other people having already arrived*
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Sulphur Sky & @vilmasj for @voguegermany May 2020 @maximilianaufschnaiter @odilegilbert_official @tompecheux @conradchristina @antoinegrulier Production @louis2.paris Casting @annebarwald @springcreativeretouch #emmasummerton #voguegermany #shinealight #bioengineering https://www.instagram.com/p/CQd0fgtBaar/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Credit to @vogueparis : @MarionCotillard stars on the cover of our April issue, one that celebrates both the cinema icon and the sparkling career of @JPGaultierOfficial. Download your copy from Monday to read at it home. Shot by @LachlanBailey and styled by @EmmanuelleAlt. Marion Cotillard wears @ChanelOfficial. Makeup by @LuciaPicaOfficial, hair by @SamMcKnight1, nails by @AlexandraJanowski. Set design by @thecolourofwater, production by @Louis2.Paris ▫️ ▪️ ▫️ ▪️ ▫️ #ooft #tasty #style #creative #fashion #art #photography #aesthetic #refined #expression #balance #duality #individuality #philosophy #kaizen #spirituality #psychology #design #famouswhendead https://www.instagram.com/p/B97KC8YpkS7/?igshid=13bn1jfxskshh
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Louis II en feu #asmonaco #louis2 #monaco
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Hi Emma! Just asking to you because I’m a big fan of your tags. Do you know if there’s a program / web that lets me change my tags all at once? Like if I have something tagged as Louis2 change it automatically to LouisB for example! Thank you 😊
You can either use the XKit Tag Replacer extension (download XKit here, then add the extension for tag replacement, and then when you go to the main dashboard view of your blog, you’ll see this in the right hand column:
and you can click that to replace or delete tags) OR if you don’t want to go through all that (XKit saves my life tho), you can just use this website.
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thread tracker.
❗️= close to wrapping up.
❓= can be wrapped up/archived if people need/wish.
bold = ship thread.
italics = important/defining plot.
ACTIVE.
dan owes ;
eli/annie1 - nye/annie gets stood up. (19 jan // 2 notes)
max/ivy2 - ivy tells max about her past. (20 jan // 2 notes.)
raff/harlow1 - first meeting. (20 jan // 7 notes.)
rafferty/maverick2 - nye/fireworks. (3 feb // 2 notes.)
ripley/amira1 - church meet. (3 feb // 1 note.)
marley/poppy1 - poppy's bi awakening. (6 feb // 0 notes.)
joey/scotty1 - scotty opens up about ex. (6 feb // 2 notes.) ❓
rae/flynn1 - reunion. (9 feb // 3 notes.)
dante/jax1 - gym session. (9 feb // 3 notes.)
wardo/flynn1 - reunion. (11 feb // 1 note.)
eli/annie2 - valentine's date mixup. (11 feb // 0 notes.)
ripley/persephone1 - reunion. (13 feb // 5 notes.) ❓
marley/jess1 - drunk jared. (6 march // 6 notes.) ❓
marley/harlow2 - homeless bucket. (12 march // 3 notes.)
louis/wardo4 - 'platonic' bar date. (25 april // 0 notes.)
henry/diego3 - diego finds out about stefan. (26 april // 7 notes.)
jen owes ;
jax/persephone2 - valentine's day date. (15 april // 3 notes.)
chess/matty2 - post work drinks. (27 april // 2 notes.)
louis/ivy3 - kittens and christopher street. (27 april // 12 notes.)
noah/poppy2 - poppy's closet. (28 april // 8 notes.)
harlow/maverick1 - meetcute. (28 april // 6 notes.) ❓
killian/amira3 - valentine's day. (29 april // 6 notes.)
jax/matty1 - australia. (29 april // 5 notes.)
michaela owes ;
annie/jax1 - miami. (29 april // 1 note.)
mav/harlow/raff1 - valentine's date. (29 april // 2 notes.)
ivy/chess3 starter.
ARCHIVED.
dan/michaela.
amira/joey1. (7 notes.)
billy/simon1. (10 notes.)
bradley/persephone1. (5 notes.)
diego/henry1. (14 notes.)
diego/henry2. (16 notes.)
elias/matty1. (2 notes.)
henry/ivy1. (7 notes.)
henry/poppy1. (14 notes.)
ivy/max1. (6 notes.)
ivy/raff1. (6 notes.)
ivy/wardo1. (8 notes.)
mav/raff1. (4 notes.)
mav/wardo1. (3 notes.)
poppy/wardo1. (4 notes.)
dan/jenny.
chess/henry1. (7 notes.)
chess/joey1. (9 notes.)
harlow/marley1. (5 notes.)
louis/max1. (6 notes.)
louis/wardo1. (20 notes.)
louis/wardo2. (8 notes.)
louis/wardo3. (13 notes.)
jenny/michaela.
amira/killian1. (14 notes.)
amira/killian2. (7 notes.)
chess/diego1. (9 notes.)
chess/ivy1. (7 notes.)
chess/ivy2. (9 notes.)
chess/matty1. (6 notes.)
harlow/ivy1. (6 notes.)
ivy/louis1. (10 notes.)
ivy/louis2. (13 notes.)
killian/matty1. (2 notes.)
noah/poppy1. (8 notes.)
persephone/jax1. (9 notes.)
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