making a Master List, because I love all of you. Also if I don’t do it now, I’ll probably never do it. So, I have the Jerome things organized so far. I think I will do a little each day until I am happy with the list.
Against Me! Angel Haze Antony and the Johnsons Ashby and the Oceanns Ashley Etcetera Aye Nako Ben Wallace Black Cracker Ezra Furman For Everest Genesis P-Orridge
Geo Wyeth Gerard Way
G.L.O.S.S. Imaginary Hockey League Jake Edwards Jayne County Joe Stevens Joshua Klipp Justin Vivian Bond Katastrophe Kieran Strange Le Tigre Little Waist Mal Blum Mya Byrne Namoli Brennet One Hundred Year Ocean Rae Spoon Ryan Cassata Schmekel Skylar Kergil Splash-T Spectacular Spectacular The Cliks Told Slant Tunfe Olaniran Vaginal Creme Davis Wendy Carlos
“There is no such thing as perfection and in my eyes ‘ugly’ and ‘fat’ does not exist! Beauty is how you carry yourself. Beauty is when you’re confident. Beauty is when you don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. Be fierce and kick ass.”
Summery: Nygmobblepot - Devil Wears Prada AU: Edward Nygma is a bachelor living in a big city, and finds himself with a job at the biggest fashion industry, Iceberg Fashion, owned by the infamously famous and drop-dead gorgeous fashion magazine editor, Oswald Cobblepot
Note: Here’s is the first chapter of this little idea Ella came up with and I loved it. When she asked me to write it with her, I wasn’t going to say no. Like WTF? This is my first AU for this pairing and first multi-chapter fic as a co-author. I hope those who check it out enjoy. Happy reading!
Edward wasn’t going to allow this particularly groggy morning to pull him back into his slumber. It was 5 a.m. and he had to prepare for his new job interview at Iceberg Fashion Magazine by 6:30. God, he couldn’t remember the last time he had awoken this early. His body feels like it’s against him.
He slipped out of the dark rust-colored covers and peeled himself off of the bed, standing on his feet in his (debatably undignified) birthday suit. He staggers to the dresser, rubbing his eyes, and slipped into a clean pair of black boxers, tight black pants, and a green sweater that was already lying on the hardwood floor. It wasn’t like he had any other article of clothing that looked professional and he wasn’t going to seek out anything else that might possibly be shoved into the back of his closet. It didn’t get much better than an old green sweater anyhow.
He lived in a top floor shabby loft style apartment just outside of the Fashion District in Gotham. He loved his loft for what it was and the view of the city made his $900 rent worth the price each month.
Upon looking in the full-body-mirror hanging on his closet door, he wasn’t actually ashamed of his appearance, he rather thought he seemed quite charming. Perfect for an assistant job interview.
He stands in the bathroom, squeezing out the remaining gel that was in his cheap dollar store bottle of hair product, and made sure his hair was slicked back enough where it wouldn’t fall over his eyes. Gazing back at upon his reflection, he wondered if it was truly possible to get this job. To be honest, being the assistant of the biggest fashion magazine editor in Gotham, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, sounds a little overbearing, but Edward thinks he has the confidence to handle the task and he’s going try overcome whatever challenges lie in his wake.