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Remembering Gene Tierney on her birthday.

November 19th 1920November 6th 1991

Everyone should see Hollywood once, I think, through the eyes of a teenage girl who has just passed a screen test.

The most beautiful women I’ve ever observed are those that have exchanged a self-focused life for a Christ-focused one. They are confident, but not in themselves. Instead of self-confidence, they radiate with Christ-confidence.
—  Leslie Ludy, Set-Apart Femininity: God’s Sacred Intent for Every Young Woman
I was happy for him. As you said, [Cheryl] is one of the most beautiful women in the country. He did well, as far as I’m concerned! She’s a lovely girl, he’s a lovely guy, and now they’ve got a baby. It’s great … I have my presents [for the baby] ready, I was gonna go round and see him, I texted him last week but he was in America. And then, when I leave [London] he comes back, and I just keep missing him. But, when I’m done with my promo, [going to see Liam and the baby] be the first thing I’ll be doing.
—  Niall on Liam and his baby on The Bizarre Podcast (via thedailypayne)
What else do you love about me? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n and Shawn talk about what they love about each other.

Authors note: Purely wrote this so I could gush about how amazing Shawn is 


“Why are you so hot?” I ask while I layed on the hotel bed, my legs hanging off the side. 

“What?” Shawn laughs, turning around and looking at me through the doorway from the bathroom.

I tilt my head to look at him. “I mean like, I know you go to the gym and everything but you’re face- flawless. I cannot find one flaw on your face,” 

“Is that so?” Shawn hums, his back muscles shifting as he turned the tap off after finishing rinsing his toothbrush.

“I’m not usually one to obsess over looks because personality is key,”

“Are you saying my personality sucks?” Shawn teases, flicking the lights off in the bathroom and he leans against the door frame.

I shoot up right, “Not at all. You’re a 10 out of 10. You have the full package. Good as looks, most amazing personality and you can sing. No wonder you got the chicks swooning,” 

Shawn’s head tips back as he laughs, “I only need one chick to swoon and that’s you,” 

“See, that is what I mean. That right there was perfect,” I point at him as I speak.

“Did it make you swoon?” he says smirking, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Just a little bit,” I grin, flopping back onto the mattress.

“What else do you love about me?” Shawn walks over crawling onto the mattress, laying on his side, head propped up on his hand to look at me.

“You have the softest hair ever. Do you use product? I’ve never seen you put any in but then again, I’m never awake early enough to see if you do anything after your shower,” I trail off, eyes flicking to meet his.

“All natural baby,” he smiles, his eyes warm as they lock with mine.

“Of course it is. I’m seriously considering that you might be a Greek god like Hercules or something. Left on earth to be raised by human parents so you could bless all us humans,”

“Pretty sure I’m human Y/n,” he says laughing.

“To be discussed,”

Silence settles over us, the heater humming creating background noise. Shawn leans closer, his nose brushing my cheek.

“Want to know what I love about you?” He whispers, his breath fanning my face.

“My charm?” I ask, winking at him. A chuckle escapes his lips, his head falling onto my shoulder.

“As much as I love your charm I also love how you always try and find something positive in every situation,” 

“I guess I do that,” I smile softly, pecking his nose.

“You also show so much love to all your friends and family. You don’t halfheartedly love someone, you put your whole soul and body into it,” He kisses my forehead gently. “Thats why I’m so lucky to have you in my life and to be able to receive your love,”

“Dammit Shawn, I’m going to cry,” I let out a shaky laugh.

“Aw baby no, this is meant to be a happy moment,” Shawn tucks some hair behind my ear.

“They’re happy tears don’t worry,” I smile at him, my heart feeling as though it would burst at the sight of the man in front of me.

“You’re also the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says and I gasp.

“But what happened to and I quote ‘she’s not even drop dead gorgeous’,” 

“Y/n,” he laughs, shaking his head at me. 

“Its okay, apparently it kills you anyway,”

im just TRYING to understand katie but i cant ? one of THE MOST beautiful women ive ever seen in existence walking around w a blanket on her shoulders. not washing her hair for a week. on television ?looking like a put together ceo. in real life ? a hermit only seen in public with a weird horse dog

‘I Have A Professional Murderer Who Murders My Twitter Trolls’: 5 Questions With Chrissy Teigen

As if being one of the most beautiful women on the planet weren’t enough, Chrissy Teigen is also a wickedly funny social media personality and burgeoning entertainment mogul to boot. We sat down with her to talk about everything from modeling, dealing with Twitter trolls, and her marriage to John Legend.

1. You’re not only one of the world’s most famous models, but also a successful TV host, cookbook author, fashion designer, and mother. What’s the secret to your success?

Everything I am today is because of my grandmother. She’d get up every day at the crack of dawn to go work four high-profile entertainment jobs—swimsuit modeling, cookbook authoring, fashion designing, and hosting a TV show with LL Cool J—and she’d do it without complaining. She didn’t have much, but what she lacked in money she made up for in love for her family and her husband, Grammy-winning singer-songwriter John Legend. My whole life has just been following her example, and I owe all my success to her.

2. You’ve hosted Lip Sync Battleon Spike TV since 2015. Have there ever been any great moments on the show that didn’t make it to air?

Nope. We actually shoot less footage than the length of the show, so they just loop a clip of me doing that freaky double-jointed thing with my thumb for about 10 minutes at the tail end of every episode.

3. What’s one major misconception people have about being a swimsuit model?

People assume you’re just getting paid to go to the beach and look pretty, but it’s so much more difficult than that. You’re holding poses for hours at a time in intense sunlight, and so many stressful things are happening just outside the camera’s frame. For instance, when we took my cover photo for Sports Illustrated, municipal workers were detonating a beached whale just to my left, and a husky kid on a boogie board kept beefing it just to my right. And making things even more stressful, Osama bin Laden’s corpse kept drifting near shore and bonking into me, and a family of stingrays was aggressively sucking the toenail polish off of my toes. So, yeah, not as easy as it looks.

4. How did you meet your husband, John Legend?

It was 2007 and I was browsing around in a Guitar Center when I spotted John playing Pearl Jam’s “Jeremy” on a display piano. I went up to him and said, “That sounds incredible,” and he said, “Thanks, that’s one of my songs.” And I said, “I’m pretty sure that’s ‘Jeremy’ by Pearl Jam,” and he responded, “I am also Pearl Jam.” At that moment, I knew he was the perfect man for me.

5. You get trolled a lot on Twitter. How do you handle it?

I have a professional murderer who murders those people for me.

Your wife is hot part 2 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The Justice League is coming over at Wayne’s mansion for a barbecue…

Someone asked for a part two, so here’s a part two …Hope you’ll enjoy :s

Part one

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You didn’t really expect the Leaguers to take you up on your barbecue offer…but they did. And this times, they were all here. Fortunately, Wayne mansion’s garden was massive. And with multiple trips to shops, Alfred you and your boys were able to bring enough food of all kind that it was all good. 

Except that you were stressed, yet again. So many superheroes in the same place, wasn’t it a bit of bad luck ? Like asking for a catastrophe to happen ? Oh my God, what if a major world threat arrived in your garden and started to destroy everything ?

You felt an arm go around your shoulder, and, instantly recognizing it, you wrapped your own arm around his waist. 

Bruce. Your Bruce. You snuggle into his side. 

-Are you nervous again ? 

-Is that this obvious ? 

-Only to me, I know you darling. 

You smiled to him and went on your tip toe to kiss him. Even on your tippy toes though, you were too short and he bent forward to meet your lips. Fucking giant man. 

-It’s going to be alright. They know they should leave you alone, they might be all more powerful than me physically, but they know better than to actually piss me off. You know, I got plans to take them down.

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Tbh i love the idea that Victor was actually a tiny momma’s boy. His mother (Aka the single most beautiful women in the world as a 6 year old Victor would introduce her.) was a tall women with LONG hair Victor would love to bury his face in. His favorite childhood memories was sitting in bed listening to her stories while aimlessly braiding/playing with her silver hair. When he was 8 he looked up from the braid and asked if he could have hair like hers. Of course she said yes and cancelled his next hair appointment. 

He learned how to skate with her hands clenched in his tinier ones slipping and sliding across ice watching her laugh out fogs of mist. (Every bruise was worth it when he finally skated by himself to her roaring approval. Even the one he got a minute later because he got too excited.) 

Then it was Mama Nikiforov who came home with a wiggling puppy she found in a cardboard box who she thought it was a tiny mutt who needed a home…not a soon to be destroying their apartment (Nearly) full blooded poodle who just happened to be the runt. Who in a matter of days was Victor’s closest (….and really only…) friend. She loved that dog almost as much as he did.

Then it was his mother he called after the banquet, still a little tipsy, rambling about the beautiful boy he danced with all night. He told her all about him and how, “Mama…I think I’m in love.” And Mama Nikiforov has never heard her son say those words with such reverence. She has to meet this boy. 

Then he calls her in from an airport half way across the world rambling about a town, (Hasetsu) that he maybe quitting skating, and that banquet boy called out to him. She listens, shakes her head, and when he called later in tears because, “He doesn’t remember me!” she about books a plane ticket to Japan herself.

But then Mama Nikiforov watches and listens to her son fall in love over the phone and skype. Catches bits of the man who stole her son’s heart in the background. A voice saying Victor with fondness she thought only she could muster. A quick peak of black hair asleep against Victor’s shoulder while he whispers apologies because Yuuri had fallen asleep on him on the couch but, “I couldn’t miss our weekly call!” And the one time Yuuri answered the phone for Victor thinking it was his own. 

Then Victor kisses him in front of the world, and she is only a little miffed that she finally meets Yuuri properly the day after…but Victor takes after his mother in every way and she falls in love with her new son in the matter of a conversation. (”Victor has called Hiroko Mom for weeks now, it’s only fair dear!”) 

And it’s Mama Nikiforov who gets a call from Barcelona that boils down to, “He asked me to marry me! I’m so happy! I love him so much Mama!” And it’s Mama Nikiforov who walks him down the aisle and goes through 3 tissue boxes with Mama Katsuki and Papa Katsuki. 

anonymous asked:

Harry in glasses is super super hot can you imagine him in a loose shorts in his waist shirtless with his hair a little messy skin tanned and a baby in his arms and you are in the kitchen and see him there like oh gosh I want Harry to be my husband and walking shirtless with our baby in his arms such a daddy with his glasses on

And he’s just chatting to his little newborn daughter, about anything and everything that comes to mind as he feeds her her bottle, when she steps into the room.

“Yeh know, mummy doesn’t even get me up this early, little love. Yeh had me up at four this morning. Four,” he gasps playfully, staring down at his daughter, through the lenses of his glasses, as she looks back at him with her similar green eyes, a smile on his dry lips. Feeling the pull and swiping his tongue across his pink flesh. His frames slipping down his nose. “Only did it once but we won’t go into detail because daddy’s stomach can’t quite handle the re-telling. Lots of sick because you didn’t make mummy feel so good when you were in her tummy. But, if she did it again, kicked me awake or summink, I wouldn’t mind. You’re the two of the most important ladies in my life. Nana and Auntie Gem are also up there. Surrounded by the most beautiful women, I am, eh? Little bit of all of them in you. Aren’t I lucky?” He chuckles softly and gently dabs his thumb against the corner of her mouth, collecting the milk that had dribbled down her skin. “Little bit of a messer, aren’t yeh? Not just in your nappy.”

The kitchen falls into a comfortable silence as he listens to his surroundings.

The distant sound of cars starting up and crunching the gravel of the neighbours’ driveways as people left for work. The whirring of the fridge in the far corner that was decorated with sonogram photos and magnets that Harry had brought home from his travels during the second leg of his Live On Tour tour that had happened just a few months prior. The constant dripping of the water coming from the faucet by the sink. The rustle of the wind catching in the leaves of the trees in the garden and the gentle tapping of rain hitting the window as it fit the mood of the dreary London weather outside. But his favourite sound, and one that he had started off feeling panicked by, was the snuffles and the delicious sounds that escaped his little girl. The softest grunts coming from within her, her gentle breathing making him feel much more relaxed.

“Are we finished yet? Been eatin’ for twenty minutes, haven’t yeh? Definitely got yeh mummy’s appetite,” he hums softly, and as if on cue, Persephone pulled away from the teat of the bottle and gave hm a grumpy frown upon her features, “oh, now. Don’t you look at daddy like that, little love. That’s not a good face,” he sets the bottle down upon the counter of the breakfast island in the middle of the room, “promise me, you won’t vomit down my back again? I know you find it funny when you do that, you cheeky little thing, but daddy’s not wearing a shirt this time around,” he drapes the spit-up blanket over his shoulder before he stands to his feet, “but, I will tell you what I wish I put on; some socks. S’alright for you. Yours tuck nicely underneath my arm. But, daddy’s feet, well, they could be ice blocks by the time m’done with yeh.”

His hand comes up to cup the back of daughter’s head. Her hair, smelling of baby shampoo and still giving off the new-baby smell that she’d been graced with from birth, soft beneath his touch as his other cupped her bum. Fingers rubbing and patting at her back as he chose to bob up and down and sway his hips with his steps.

“Are we gon’a have a nice cuddle with mummy when she wakes up?”

“Mummy’s already awake,” he hears from behind him, carefully spinning around on his heels as he sends his wife a smile, “it’s hard to fall asleep when my personal heater leaves the bed so early in the morning.”

He chuckles lightly and watches as she steps across the tiles. Warm socks on her feet and stepping upon his cold toes to warm them up.

“Thank you,” he smiles, bending down to press a kiss to her forehead, “think my toes were about to turn into ice.”

“I keep telling you the kitchen gets cold,” she tuts, cupping his cheek in her palm and running her thumb across his upper lip, his stubble catching the pad, “you’re looking for daddy today, aren’t you? Why’ve you cracked these glasses out? Not that I hate them or have anything bad to say,” she snickers, “just, didn’t think you’d be wearing them often.”

She pushes the frame up his nose and sends him a warm grin.

“Fancied a change today,” his lips brush over his daughter’s ear as he hums softly, swaying his hips and patting her back. His eyes widening when he heard the rather loud burp escape her lips, “bleedin’ hell, little love, where’d that come from, huh? Such a big sound for someone so tiny. That was impressive.” xx

“You could have anyone” - Bruce Wayne x Chubby!Reader

Annnnnnnd I’m back with a new story after almost a week off (and evidently  I forgot how to fucking write…meh). I hope you guys will like it, as usual, feedbacks and such are welcome :-) : 

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You’re still unsure how you got the job. 

Someone like you, so unfashionable and plain (with quite a bit of extra pounds on…) shouldn’t be the famous Bruce Wayne’s assistant. 

Sometimes, when he received important and rich people in his office, you were almost ashamed to show them the way…Not ashamed of yourself. Not at all. To be honest, you had been teased on your weight and such enough in school to not care anymore. 

No, you weren’t ashamed of yourself in front of such fancy people…you were ashamed for Mr. Wayne. 

How could he let someone like you be the first thing his clients and partners would see ? Surely, it gave them the wrong idea about the man, like he wasn’t classy enough or something, if his assistant was…You. 

Or maybe he chose you because he thought people would think he was nice to give you such a great job, you, a nobody from the Narrows, the poor little orphan. Maybe they thought he was charitable to give you, a bland and simple person, a taste of the lavish and fancy lifestyle they all lived ?

You didn’t really know how it happened. But one thing for sure…you were definitely his assistant. 

Little did you know that, on the day he gave you the job interview, you made quite an impression on him. 

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Two years ago : 

Stress. You were nothing but stress. It was your fourth interview of the week to get a new job, and definitely the one you were the most stressed about. I mean, so far, you had an interview to work in a supermarket, two to work in a fast-food, and one to be a waitress in a shitty diner…Oh my God why did you even apply to this job ? It was so out of your league ! 

You felt underdressed just sitting in this more than fancy waiting rooms. Like for real, the seats were covered in wonderful red velvets, and you were pretty sure there were real Picasso and Monet paintings on the walls…

Besides, you weren’t the only one waiting to get an interview with the famous Bruce Wayne, and the other candidates were…Well. 

They were out of this World. 

They were some of the most beautiful women you ever seen. 

…What were you doing here ? It was clear you wouldn’t get the job.

But damn the way they were looking at you, you and your used woman suit you bought in a thrift shop, made you want to slap them, and just to spite them, and though it was quite obvious you didn’t stand a chance, you didn’t leave. 

Of course, you were the last one to be called by the very handsome Mr. Wayne (seriously though, why did he have to look that good ? He was one of the best thing that ever happened to Gotham and it’s disadvantages inhabitants, such as you. He was smart, a genius. Billionaire. And the most handsome man you ever met). So when you entered his huge office, with windows showing you the best side of Gotham, and not the dirty gutters you were coming from, you were more stressed than ever, and afraid to simply throw up on him because of it…

He was such a gentleman. He didn’t make any comment about how different you looked compared to the other candidates. He didn’t even seem slightly surprised. He just smiled at you, of his extremely charming smile, and gestured for you to sit down. 

-Well hello Miss…(Y/L/N) is that it ? 

-Hum…Yes. Helluuw. 

Why ? WHYYYY ?! Why did you have to say “hello” in such a weird way ? You were ready to run out of his office, when you noticed his smile widening, and becoming almost genuine. There was a small silence, and strangely, it wasn’t an awkward one at all. He breaks it with his deep and soothing voice :

-So. Miss (Y/L/N), I have just one question for you…Why did you even bother to apply to be my personal assistant ? 

You stiffened. Oh. Maybe not so much of a gentleman. You narrowed your eyes at him a bit, not able to control yourself. Years of bullying in school had turn you into a “come back master”. 

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Will you look at that. 👆THIS 👆is how Kit acts in love, THIS is his, “I’m in love with you, I care deeply for you, you mean the world to me”, face. There’s love in his eyes, sweetness, tenderness, emotion.

And NOT whatever 👇THIS👇 is:

Also, I should add, in Pompeii, there was a bloody avalanche, of really hot smoke and fire, coming towards Milo (played by Kit) and Cassia, and this weird panicky panting he has going on in the scene with Dandelion, is nowhere be seen there.

He should be panting and panicking like that, in Pompeii, since him and Cassia are about to die, but nope, he looks at Cassia sweetly and with love, to comfort her, to reassure her, EXACTLY LIKE he did with Sansa, when he gave her that sweet forehead kiss, and instead, with Dandelion, he has this weird reaction while he’s naked in bed with her, while he is INSIDE her. Let that sink in, he is INSIDE her. 

Love is in the eyes, and not in the, heavy “I’m about to have a panic attack” panting/breathing, nor in the blank/agitated eyes/stares.

He’s with one of the most beautiful women in westeros, but D&D/the director told Kit to act as if he’s about to have a panic attack, as if he’s thinking, “fuck fuck fuck I don’t want to do this, but I have to, but I don’t want to, but I have to, okay Jon you can do it, no you can’t, no no no, you can do it, you have to, come on, for the 7 Kingdoms, for the North, for Bran, Arya, for Sansa, *shuts his eyes and starts kissing her aggressively* fml”

I honestly would be SO disappointed, if I were a Jondelion shipper, like, wth…?

I’m not a Jondelion shipper and was expecting this big romantic love scene, like a slow built up, kisses, I was expecting her to kiss his scars (I suppose they’re saving that for Jonsa 😏), I was expecting him to give her the Lord’s kiss (I guess they’re also saving, that, for Jonsa 😏), I was expecting something similar to Missandei’s and Greyworm’s love scene, but nope, what D&D delivered was a 36s sex scene, with a creepy voice over by Bran, Jon’s little bother (cousin), and Jon staring at dany as if he were staring at the void and almost having a panic attack. I am not kidding you, I was like damn, that was anticlimactic & short af, one of the worst, weirdest love scenes I’ve ever watched, like, even I was disappointed, cause you know, just like everybody, I wanted more of that a$%? 😅🤗🙈😂😂

Never have I ever, until now, been convinced my ship is 100% coming/happening, by watching one of the charachers (Jon) that I ship with another character (Sansa), have sex with another character (Dandelion), with which I don’t ship him/her with. Their “love scene”, literally confirmed Jon has no feelings for her.

That’s a first for me, which says, well, a lot 🙃 There’s a first time for everything, I guess 🤗🙈🤣

Y'all keep faith, and keep calm, 

#JonsaIsComing in Season 8.