dalton*

Model, French actress Brigitte Fossey wears a little-sleeved dress in a pale-blue angora with a tasseled cord pulled in at waist, by Giorgio di Sant’ Angelo for Dalton. Photo by Gianni Penati,
Vogue 1969

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This is seriously one of my favorite things of all time. I’M IN TEARS EVERYTIME I WATCH IT because this boy is so SILLY it warms my heart and makes me laugh

ya’ll remember these fresh squids?

n-no…?

well then let me introduce you!

[BLUE TEAM]

Liquor: one with black cherry earings!
Bea: the one with bio-luminescent freckles!
Zacharie: the tall one in the gas mask!
Sapphire: the one in the green coat! [used to be named emerald]

[PINK TEAM]
Roxxy: the one half asleep in the leather jacket!
Sprink: the small one with curls!
Befferny: the tall one with headphones!
Dalton: the one in the maroon hoodie!

I made this because SPLATOON 2 COMES OUT TOMORROW AND IM SO EXCITED IM GOING TO SCREAM!!! I pre-ordered it because IM SO 

E X C I T E D

see you all on the splattlefield!!!

Imagine (8) - GLEE

Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys: Could you do a Hunter Clarington x reader one, where the reader is on the New Directions and so they have to sneak around in order to be together?

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Hunter Clarington

Oh Hunter Clarington, where do you even begin…

It started out when the New Directions’ Nationals Trophy was stolen by The Warblers. Everyone thought that Sebastian was being an ass yet again and sent Blaine along with Sam on a mission to retrieve the trophy.

When they returned with the trophy in their hands, Blaine had informed everyone that Sebastian was no longer the captain of the Warblers and proceeded to show the glee members a photo of Hunter.

He tried to entice me to join back the Warblers,” said Blaine. 

He looks straight up evil,” remarked Kitty.

Screw that perfect jawline and dreamy eyes,” you thought. He was your type.

To hell with Glee Politics. You weren’t going to allow anyone to get in your way of hooking up with your ideal guys. High school period was when you were supposed to be young, wild and free.

When Blaine was busy gawking at Kurt who had returned from New York for a small visit, you took the opportunity to ‘borrow’ his cellphone and searched for Hunter’s number. Just as you expected, he indeed had it.

You took the liberty of texting Hunter, and to your surprise, he wasn’t an ass as he made himself to be in front of the New Directions. You went out with him for frequent coffee dates, of course without the knowledge of the New Directions members. You clicked, and you began casually dating.

“Remember, rehearsals on Sunday,” Mr Schue announced before the start of our Glee practice.

“I can’t make it,” you raised your arms and informed everyone. Sunday was when you were meeting Hunter. Everyone gave you skeptical looks. 

“Why not?” Sam asked.

“I have church,” you lied. 

“It’s uh, urgent. Tina could fill me in,” you added, hoping that your lie would work. 

Mr Schue took a moment to consider before he finally agreed to excuse you from rehearsals.

Thank god your lies weren’t exposed.




“Y/N , you crazy girl,” Hunter smirked. 

He lifted you up and pinned your body against the wall. He started planting soft kisses on your neck, making his way up to your cheeks. As he released his grips on your arms, you wrapped them around his neck and kissed him back.

Hunter, the first to pull away, wiped your lip gloss off his lips as both of you attempted to catch your breaths. He had been wanting to do that for a while now, and was glad that he did, until-

“I’m actually part of the New Directions,” you admitted.

“Sorry love, can you repeat that again? It sounded like you were saying that you were part of the New-”

“I’m part of the New Directions,” you repeated it again. Only this time, slower. To be honest, you felt tired of lying to Hunter. Sneaking around the Glee members was fine, but trying to pretend to be someone that you’re not, bad move.

“So you’re not home-schooled, you’re not in Hockey, and you certainly didn’t get my number from the newspaper,” Hunter let out a grunt as he plopped himself on the couch, trying to digest whatever that was happening.

“Nope, I got your number from Blaine, but none of the glee members know that I’m seeing you,” you clarified and bit your lip, not knowing what Hunter’s reaction was going to be. 

He remained silent.

“Uh, I’m just gonna go now,” you could sense that he wasn’t happy, but hey, at least you got to kiss him.

“Wait,” he grabbed your arm firmly, preventing you from moving a step further.

“I want you on the winning side,” said Hunter as he stared intently into your eyes.

“I’m a girl, I can’t transfer to Dalton,” you replied. 

“You could help me spy on them,” suggested Hunter. He would be even more confident of winning the New Directions once he had a spy.

“No. They are my friends,” you rejected.

“Maybe you should have thought of that when you came to me, love,” retorted Hunter. Who were you to enter his life and entertain him with full of lies?

“Which is why I’m leaving now. Good luck Hunter,” you said.

“I didn’t say you could go!” exclaimed Hunter as he pulled you towards him and pressed his lips on yours again, only this time it was more intense. You struggled to break free, but with those soft lips, you could only give in to him.

When he broke away from you, he sighed.

“I have a suggestion,” said Hunter.

“If it involves me trying to stab my friends in the back, answer’s still no,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Why not you continue doing what you’re doing, sneak behind your friends, and I’ll treat as if your confession to being in New Directions never happened,” suggested Hunter.

“You- you’re willing to do that?” You covered my mouth, not believing Hunter’s words.

“Decide now before I change my mind,” Hunter closed his eyes and clenched his fist, unable to believe his decision.

“Answer’s yes,” you nodded and in the back of your mind, you were starting to think of every excuses you could make just so that you could see Hunter behind your friends.