“We felt that his vanity was not so much a peacock vanity but a vanity of precision.”
There’s a sequence in which the detective insists upon eating only perfectly sized boiled eggs; costume designer Alexandra Byrne used that same “slightly O.C.D., perfectionist streak veering slightly into the world of the luxurious” when dreaming
up his outfits. "For an Englishman of the period” - or a Belgian living in the U.K., like Poirot - “the most important thing was that you were true to your class; you did not dress outside it. Poirot was a police
inspector. He would have been making a good living, but he would have
been upper-middle class, not upper class, and so would dress accordingly.” - Murder on the Orient Express costume designer Alexandra Byrne on Poirot’s clothes [x]
Watched Spiderman homecoming and uh not really trying to prove anything to anyone idc if it’s confusing or not just as long as i get to post this cause like bruh
Ok but like that moment when Peter starts yelling at Tony at the end of the boat scene and he says, “If you actually cared you’d be here-!” And Tony just walks out of his Iron Man suit like not even flinching at the comment like did he just indirectly just say he cares about Peter cause that’s what I got out of it.
Also when he starts scolding Peter then stops mid way to say, “Great, I sound like my dad,” liike?? Um I’m sorry whaat??
Then at the end when Peter proves himself to Tony and he just throws an arm over his shoulder then just goes, “All you need was some tough love,” i’m soRRY WHAT I JUST OKYS AND HIS FACE WHEN PETER REJECTED HIS OFFER HE LOOKED HURT MAN
Tony is Peter’s dad and no one can say anything otherwise.
Request - can you do a Klaus milkaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an intrest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!
Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson x Fem Reader
Requests are open. xx
Mystic Falls. An unknown territory. Truth is, I never left New York. My parents sent me here to “better myself”. They tried to get me to stay with family friends but I shot that down quick. I’m 19. I can fend for myself. The only reason I came down here instead of bailing was because I might as well do something for them. Family is all you have in the end.
The apartment I bought was right in the town. As I looked from a window I saw town square and a bar across from my building. Smirking, I got dressed into a black tank top and ripped jeans. I grabbed my heels, purse, and leather jacket before stepping out into the cold hallway.
There weren’t a lot of people around as I across the street. And it was quiet.. Living in the city that never sleeps can be very loud. This was the exact opposite and it was kind of nice.
Walking into the grill or bar or whatever it is, I looked around. The door slammed behind me, catching some peoples attention. Music played softly in the background, and I arched an eyebrow. Is this really how people spend their time down here? I sighed and started to make my way to the bar.
“Rum and coke, please.” I asked kindly.
The man looked at me with a questioning look but made my drink anyway. Wow, they don’t even ID down here. I sipped my drink and scanned around the room. Not a lot of cute guys here. The man a few seats down wasn’t too bad, with raven hair and a leather jacket but I could tell that he’s spoken for. Him and brunette over there were speaking with their eyes.
The blonde one who made my drink was okay.. But he looked vulnerable. Reading people around me became a specialty of mine after years and years of boring family business parties. I let out a sigh before downing the rest of my drink. I turned my head and saw a man smirking at me. He was probably the best looking guy in the bar. From his smirk I could tell he was confident.
The blonde girl behind him didn’t look too happy, and stormed off. I smiled as he approached me.
“You don’t look like you’re from around here, love.” The man spoke with an accent. Accents have always been a weakness of mine, but I didn’t let it show.
“That’s because I’m not.” I grinned, looked back to the bartender. “Another rum and coke, please.”
“Put it on my tab, Matt. It’s rude to have a woman pay for her own drink.”
“Oh, so chivalry isn’t dead. That’s a relief.” I let out a light laugh as Matt handed me my drink.
“I like to think my mother raised me better than that.” His voice was smooth.
“Very well. What’s your name, stranger?” I asked, taking a sip, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat.
“Klaus.. And you are?”
“Y/N. Now that we’re acquainted, how about I beat your ass at a game of pool?”
Klaus ended up walking me back to my apartment around 11. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. I could still walk on my own, but I had a giggly feeling.
“You can come in, if you’d like. It’ll probably be hours before I fall asleep.” I announced as I unlocked my door.
“No. It’s quite alright. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow.” Klaus smiled. He drank way more than me, yet he doesn’t even seem fazed.
I let out a giggle, “perhaps you will. Goodnight Klaus. You’re not that bad you know.”
“Goodnight Y/N.” He softly smiled before walking to the elevator.
Shutting the door, I stretched and started stripping. Making my way to the closet.
Waking up, it felt as if someone lightly traced their fingers on my bare back. Yet, when I opened my eyes I saw no one around. I stretched and probably let out the most sexual noise ever while I did it. That’s the beauty of living alone. You can make so many weird noises and no one will hear.
After showering and changing into my clothes for the day, I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door. I came to a stop when I saw a single envelope on the floor, as if someone slid it under the door. The writing on it was beautiful cursive. I opened it and saw that it was an invitation to a ball.
Holy shit, I didn’t think anyone threw those things anymore. Thinking it’d be fun I decided to go dress shopping. Flipping the card over I saw, written messily in the bottom corner, ‘Save me a dance. -Klaus.’.
Jesus, I don’t know who this man is… but he’s playing the cards right. I smirked to myself, and finally headed into the town. Walking from store to store I ran into the blonde girl from last night in a boutique.
“Hi,” she simply spoke, standing in front of me with her hands clasped. I gave her an odd look.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
“…Y/N. Yours?” I responded. I felt awkward talking to her, so I continued to browse isles. Looking at different price tags on beautiful gowns.
“Caroline.” She smiled. I will admit, she is beautiful.
“Nice to meet you Caroline. Can I help you with something?”
She looked around the room, “this might sound weird, but I’m trying to help you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah, just stay away from Klaus… He’s trouble. I should know.”
I smirked and looked over to her, “everyone likes a bit of trouble. Thanks, honestly. But I can take care of myself. It was nice to meet you, Caroline.” I smiled before grabbing a beautiful dress and going to the register.
The ball was at 7, however considering I knew nothing about this town I decided to leave a bit early so I could avoid getting lost. The gown I was wearing was black lace. It was straight and flowed to the floor. I had my hair styled up, with loose curls falling out. My makeup was natural, with a bit of dark eyeshadow to make my eyes pop.
I ended up pulling into the mansion around 8:30. Try to get somewhere early, only to be late. Story of my life. Walking inside, I saw so many people in gorgeous dresses and suits. There were waiters walking about with champagne.
I snagged myself a glass and wandered around. I tried my hardest to look for Klaus - or hell, even Caroline, but no luck. I’m never good at events like this unless I had someone with me.
A few glasses later, I stood by the staircase. Contemplating leaving or not.
“Save me a dance, love?” I heard a voice from behind me. I smirked and turned around.
“Surprisingly, I haven’t danced with anyone. Just drinking your free champagne. If you’re lucky, you might get more than one dance.”
“How come you haven’t danced with anyone? As far as I can tell, most of the men can’t keep their eyes off you. Including my brother, over there.” Klaus smirked, pulling me to the dance floor.
“Believe it or not, most guys are intimidated by me. It was like that even in New York. Which one is your brother?” I responded, placing one hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.
“He’s over there, by the bar. He’s the one staring and trying to find out a way to win your heart.”
I glanced behind me and saw him smirking. I let out a laugh.
“He’s cute. But I’m not really into the whole Peter Pan look he has going.. And plus, I’m not that easy to win over.”
Klaus laughed, “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”
I laughed with him before he changed the subject.
“So, Y/N.. What do you like?”
“What do I like?” I laughed softly, “depends. Are we talking about in general or what I like in men?” I arched an eyebrow.
He smirked, “either one.”
I sighed, “well, I try to like everything. As cliché as this might sound, I like clothing. I’ve been thinking about designing some. I love art. But not that stupid modern art, where someone draws a line and calls it art. I like classic art. Like the Mona Lisa or Creation of Adam.. And as for men, I like them to be brilliant. Sophisticated.. But still dangerous. Every girl has a weak spot for a bad boy.” I laughed.
Klaus lightly chuckled, and looked into my eyes. He stepped away, mid dance, and held out his hand.
“Come with me.”
I narrowed my eyes at him but took his hand anyway. He led me up the staircase and I grabbed another glass of champagne on the way.
Klaus opened up the doors to a room and I walked inside. As soon as I stepped one foot inside, I gasped. Paintings were lined around the room and a desk and easel was placed in the middle.
“Oh my god.” I whispered, walking to one of the paintings.
“What are you? Like a collector or something?” I asked, lightly trailing my fingers down a canvas. I heard Klaus chuckle from behind me.
“No, actually I’m an artist. Or so I like to think.”
“Are you kidding me? These are gorgeous. The way you blended the paints together.. It’s amazing.” I smiled, and turned to face him. “You have talent.”
“Thank you. That actually means more than it seems.” He smiled back.
Suddenly the door opened and Caroline stood there, looking angry.
“Klaus. May I have a word?” Her voice was cold.
I saw Klaus roll his eyes before turning to me.
“Please excuse me, I’ll just be a moment.”
I smiled at him and nodded, turning back to the masterpieces in front of me.
For some reason, the party ended early and Klaus never returned. I was walking into my sad, cold apartment when I noticed something lying on my bed. I threw down my clutch and picked up the piece of paper.
It was a drawing, of me. My hair was down and it looked like I was smiling. I remember that moment, it was the night before when I was kicking Klaus’ ass at pool. The bottom corner had writing and it said, ‘Hope you forgive me for leaving you. I’d love to see you again. You’re different from the rest. - Klaus.’
I smiled like a drunk idiot before falling onto my bed. I think I might like it here.