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@quinnfabray3
Valentino Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2017.
Paris Fashion Week.
Apologies for My Absence
semper-clarington:
A very dramatic and incestuous one, if we’re being completely honest. That explains why you keep talking to me. Because I’d have pervy lawyer related lines to say?
Yes, that’s too. While I don’t doubt that you’re smart enough, is that head on your shoulders reasonable enough? That’s the real question. That and the fact that I wouldn’t want to deal with pervy college guys all day, at least not more than I already have to.
semper-clarington:
What? Me? The bad influence? That is preposterous!
It’s the absolute truth. The only guys in the team I trust to make terrible decisions are you and Noah, actually. Also, you better take of Blaine! Don’t take him anywhere too shady.
TEXT MESSAGE QUINNTANA
SL: I don't mind the feely part - I guess - although the lack of touchy is putting me in a serious sour mood.
SL: So have I.
SL: Cared about you or whatever.
[a beat]
SL: It doesn't mean I trust you, though.
Q: Lack of touchy? It's been, like, 3 days. It's almost like you're really into me or something ;)
Q: And well, you shouldn't. I don't trust you either.
TEXT MESSAGE → BLAINE
B: Hey you!
B: I'm good, thanks. How's my favourite cheerleader? (Shh, dont' tell the others ;))
Q: I'm great.
Q: (And I would never, but it's pretty obvious)
Q: And I come to you with a proposition, actually.
TEXT MESSAGE QUINNTANA
SL: You act like that info is public records or something like that.
SL: Not like you show them to me, or whatever.
SL: Since when?
Q: I didn't mean for us to get so touchy feely, but it's not like you ever give me a chance to.
Q: And, well, right from the start.
So… is it just me or have we not had a guys’ night for us football players in a while? I don’t know about you guys, but, at this point in the semester, I think it’s time that we have a little bonding experience. And by bonding experience I mean party.
Just in case we weren’t all sure about who is the bad influence around the team, huh?
longhornsev:
Yeah, the new Beauty & the Beast? it looks kinda creepy. Gotta be all the CGI and Emma Watson looking bored the whole time. There was a time where I confused him with Ryan Reynolds, not gonna lie. But I like ‘em both. More or less my color. Sun tends to lighten it a little.
Exactly, I’m not into it. And I suppose they look similar, especially a few years ago, and it doesn’t help that they have the same first name. It’s sort of like the whole dozen of white guys named Chris we have going on right now. So you’ve never dyed it?
TEXT MESSAGE QUINNTANA
SL: I guess you're not numero uno on my verbal punching bag list.
SL: Happy? Or wait, I should assume you don't even care, right?
Q: Wow.
Q: There's no need to attack me, I do have feelings.
Q: And I do care.
APOLOGIES AND MILKSHAKES → FABERRY
LOCATION → Gamma Omega Delta house
TIME FRAME → Oct. 20, afternoon
WARNINGS → None.
NOTES → At the end of Hell week, Quinn stops by Rachel’s room and makes an offer.
TEXT MESSAGE QUINNTANA
SL: Why why would you think that, Fabray?
Q: I guess you've been less of a bitch lately.
TEXT MESSAGE QUINNTANA
SL: Not yet. :)
SL: What do you mean?
Q: I don't know.
Q: Are you getting soft on me or what?
longhornsev:
Somebody should tell that to the folks who decided there needed to be another movie about The Ring. I mean, these Hollywood guys get paid millions for ideas and you’re taking smarter than most of them who keep pushing remakes and reboots so I wouldn’t say you don’t know anything about that stuff. I like Ryan Gosling but La La Land might be a miss for me. I appreciate the throwback to the old musicals, tho. Oh, well thanks. I do what I can. Lots of conditioner.
Well, while I can’t say anything about The Ring, I will tell you that I feel the same way about all of these live-action fairytale movies coming up. Some are great, but with most it just feels like they wanted to make more money out of the same stories. And let’s be honest, who doesn’t like Ryan Gosling? But I’m impressed. Is that your natural hair color?
TUMBLING IN
doeeyedsatan:
Santana had to remind herself why she actually invited Quinn over. Even amidst the flirtation, and stolen glances; the nervous giggles camouflaging shaky breaths, and their legs sweeping past one another as the nervous energy seemed to pull them together. Although in reality, it wasn’t some magical force, it was all Santana. With each giggle, and flirtatious bat of her eyelashes at the blonde, she was scooting closer, whilst her fingers tip-toed beneath Quinn’s shirt and long her bare torso. An act that was meant to distract Quinn, and Quinn only, but feeling Quinn’s smooth skin beneath her eager, but hesitant, touch was hard to not get lost in. The chant to remain focused was suddenly a faint whisper, replaced with the thought of how nice it would be to kiss her….and other parts of her.
Santana was practically (and somewhat literally) on top of Quinn. One of her long legs were swung over the blonde’s lap as her fingers continued to climb and trace her torso with a feather light touch. “What would make you think that,” Santana whispered oh so innocently before kissing her just short of her lips. “I don’t know what,” she trailed off to kiss her again, this time on the other side of Quinn’s mouth, “you’re talking about.” Santana laughed, smiling down at Quinn.
Quinn felt her self-control slipping away as she looked up at Santana, felt her own warm breath coming out in irregular tides against the other girl’s darker skin. Even though it was getting harder and harder to think with each touch, each slight movement, Quinn couldn’t shake the suspicion that rose in her head. They hadn’t been this intimate in months, definitely not during the entire semester –and while it was true that things had been changing ever since the River Float, it still felt somewhat uncalled for.
However, as Santana landed each playful kiss on her mouth, Quinn quickly convinced herself that that’s the way it always felt around Santana –unpredictable. Leaning on her elbows, she let a chuckle out before placing a hand on Santana’s lower back. “Doesn’t look like it.” She replied playfully, moving her hand up to hold dark hair and pulling the other girl in for a kiss. Quinn felt it down to her bones –slow and soft, before Santana could take control again. She let herself fall back on the bed, bringing the other girl down with her. They suddenly turned into a mess of limbs, and Quinn only pulled away when her lungs called for more air.
Oscar De La Renta
TEXT MESSAGE → BLAINE
Q: Hey, Blaine :)
Q: How are you today?
texanmrose:
Yeah we probably will because I’m not sure how fair it is for her to get all the solos and none of us are able to even try and get them. It should be some kind of rule that everyone has to share the solos. I would not cry - pout maybe but no crying. I’m not but I do get a little competitive when it comes to board games, let me tell you. Do you know how many times I’ve made my parents play Monopoly over and over again until I won? Let’s do it soon. Have a game night or something.
Yes, so you go and fight for... show choir democracy, I guess. Oh really? So that’s what it takes to get you worked up -board games? Interesting. I’m really sorry for your parents, though, they should’ve just let you win. Or go with a quicker game, like Jenga. But then it’s settled, we’re having a game night next week.