Galliano Rules 2024

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of something you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

if one more alt character gets saddled with the "smells bad/doesn't shower" headcanon i'm going to start swinging

Rory's first session with steadiness training and she's crushing it!

Soap's Da had a saying, "There's two types of snake keepers, those that have been bitten and those that are lying bastards". And John "Soap" MacTavish is many things but a liar isn't one of them... Unless you count making any and every possible excuse to avoid letting Ghost into his room. But does that really count?

A liar he is not but stupid he definitely may be. Intellectually he knows that Wee Man is getting big enough that he shouldn't be free handling him without a spotter, it'd been one of the first things his parents had drilled into his head before he was allowed to even think about getting out the bigger snakes. and intellectually of course he realizes that he probably ought to have a spotter for feeding time too. But Wee Man is so sweet and really he's not that big. So now he's here, with a 7 1/2 foot python latched onto his arm and the stupid fucking rat dangling from the stupid fucking tongs, thankfully it's a frozen thawed otherwise it'd be even more of a shit show.

He's next to certain the snake nicked a vein or something with the amount of blood starting to pool on his cement floor. Fuck.

His head is starting to get a wee bit fuzzy and the arm Wee Man has is well past pins and needles when he remembers what he needs to do, and realizes that he's just been standing there bleeding out like a clueless bawbag. He grabs the handle of Vodka he keeps for any number of emergencies and quickly splashes some over the snake's head, cursing none to quietly at the burn in his punctures. Wee Man drops his wrist like he's been burned, tearing back with as much of a confused expression as a snake can make. Soap tosses the rat into the python's cage and fumbles for a minute before he manages to work his arm free of the slackening coils, pushing Wee Man in after it. Slamming the door near hard enough to shatter it he's left standing in the tiny walkway he's left for himself: tongs in one hand, vodka in the other; blood dripping from his wrist, and a brain fuzzy enough to make into a down comforter.

The rational part of his brain would have him check into medical with a convenient fib, but blood loss does silly things to a man, like making him laugh at terrible jokes and flirt shamelessly with his stunning superior officer.

"Johnny?" Wide brown eyes peer down at him through a crooked balaclava.

So it really isn't much of a surprise when he finds himself swaying in front of Ghost's door, clutching his wrist as he leaves a trail of crimson splotches down the hallway. He's trying to wrap his brain around the concept of knocking when the door in front of him eases open.

"Allo Lt, lovely night we're having. Could ah ask ye a favor?"

could you possibly doodle a butcher? he is my favouritest old man :D he’s incredibly gay. for a priest. and probably medic tbh

THE OLD MAN HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT, I REPEAT, THE OLD MAN HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT

1839 hand-coloured print by Paul Gavarni in his La Boîte aux Lettres (Mailbox) collection; image from a 2011 blog post about rare and antiquarian books.

The resolution is poor and I can't make out the caption—I think the bottom reads [name?] s'en fait en papillotes. Posting because it's such a lovely image of a man with his hair being put into curling papers, you can even see a scissor on the floor to cut them! Also just a really nice look at a late 1830s man in a casual state of undress, wearing only his shirt and trousers, no neckwear, cuffs not buttoned. You can see the construction of his shirt with dropped shoulder seams and his hat and coat on the bed.

Can we have a season of bake off where all the bakers are over the age of 50? Even better if they are in their 70s.

Older generation bake off.

I assure you that I will still faithfully watch every week because there is something so classic about the people who learned how to bake the old fashioned way: Watching their relatives who have baked for decades. With measurements like a pinch and a hint and a smidgeon. Recipes being passed down on the backs of notecards with the ink all smudged away or only through word of mouth alone. Who grew up having to stretch every ingredient. Who didn't have the internet or a lot of recipes/ingredients readily available for a significant portion of their life.

Give me older charming bakers. Give me an entire tent full of Nickys and Keiths and Dawns and Maggies. Bonus points if they have a really salt-of-the-earth life. Bonus bonus points if they have supreme British wit (a la Dame Maggie Smith) that will leave the judges speechless (and subtly insulted). Give me an entire tent full of people who do not give a damn about what Paul and Prue care most about--- presentation and ~finesse~. People whose only goal is to feed the people they care about with the food they create.

Give me a season of ~rustic~ bakers.

WHO GOT IT RIGHT @MILAN S/S2024

Stop, stop, stop. There is only one 'Destiny's Slave' in the boundaries of Honkai: Star Rail, and that is Elio. Whether speaking about Kafka, Blade, Silver Wolf, and Firefly as a collective or as their own individual selves, the Stellaron Hunters are not "Destiny's Slave(s)".

You can call every living entity in HSR a 'slave to destiny' if you so insist, as that is honestly a common perception of destiny in media and in our actual lives, but that does not make it our title. Elio is the only one, the only one, directly referenced (and capitalized accordingly as one would do with a title) as 'Destiny's Slave'. Singular, not plural. Never once is it utilized in plural form, and capitalized like that. So stop taking it from him. Stop giving it out to the others and diminishing what it means for him within the greater narrative of the story.

Here, let me explain the fundamental issue behind taking this from his character, it lays with the burden that he bears. For just a second, imagine being able to see all the ways in which destiny can unfold: you can see the destruction of worlds and of the lives that inhabit them, of which some may be dear to you. You see things that you don't ask to see or may never want to see, but you have to bear it. And then there's the reality that that's the only power you hold, and you are powerless to directly influence it yourself, or stop it from occurring in any way. You know what that makes you? Destiny's Slave. That's one hell of a cruel 'destiny', isn't it; to bear witness, but no more than that?

Seriously, think again before you call Kafka, Blade, Silver Wolf or Firefly 'one of Destiny's Slaves' or 'Destiny's Slave' individually, for it's not what they are. Stop taking something from one character, to then also, quite frankly, mischaracterize the others afterwards.

I showed my jewels for dolls to the rest of the Paper Army recently. They liked them, but say that Sorcha is more of a fire and gold kinda girl. I was like... but... mah jewels! Anyway, this happened:

I promise, they look just as bad IRL. (♫♪♪ Can you see, can you see my Camera Work! - it needs some work, got no skill - Oh my Camera work! ♪♪♫) These are the same leaves I used to make that necklace above, in case you wanted to see unblured photos. Why you come here for decent images, I dunno.

This one looks enchanted. It's not for Sorcha. Mostly because I made it too small. It fits play scale - Barbie and the type.

I made a bracelet too.

Thinking of making earrings for the leaf necklace and all that. Not sure. Thoughts?

this booping stuff is so silly i love it

it's an interlude style fabbylaris thing if that is relevant to the answer

Tripitaka constantly asking for food, especially in the earlier chapters, reminds me that he was possibly about 18-20 at the beginning of the journey.

A little beyond the true bottomless pit stage, sure, but maybe not quite outside it yet.

popping in for a lore drop which is just that william having been a Young English Man in america when english bands and such were getting so popular influenced him a ton. like, he's a guy who would have learned a fake american accent but didn't because ppl tend to like his accent. this is a guy who will do something extremely stereotypically english and you have to guess whether it was intentional ( either to be charming or funny ) or Real. 50/50 chance.

Random worldbuilding: A culture where everyone's social status is expressed through how their hair is braided.

Children all have the same kind of a simple, unisex "child's braid" which is meant for their parents to be easy to do - traditionally boys were only taught how to do a "wife's braid" while women braid both their husbands and their children, but a modern man is naturally an attentive father and contributes to both cleaning and feeding, and clothing and braiding his children.

While this kind of knowledge is more accessible in the modern age, the art of braiding is still seen as an intimate family thing, and it's not unusual for a youth to come out to their parents by the way of braids - for example a daughter asking her father to teach her how to do the "wife's braid", or a son asking her mother how to weave the "husband braid" for their future spouse. Or a trans kid asking their parents to give them the other gender's braid when it's time to transition from the child braid into the "unmarried youth" one.

It is nonetheless still somewhat common to see an older gay man with a "wife's braid" or two older women both wearing "husband braids", because that was the only way they were taught to braid a future partner's hair when they were young. They could learn the "appropriate" braid now, but it has become a part of the culture, an old-fashioned gay thing to do. It's pride - if you wear this braid to show that you're an adult with a spouse, why try to hide who braids your hair every morning?

The only braid that one is expected to do on themselves is the widow's braid - the only one that is also unisex, braided in reverse from the simple children's braid. Sometimes, young unmarried adults who have no interest in starting a family switch directly into wearing a widow's braid to signify that they are not looking for a partner and are independent adults on their own.