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2008.05.03 12:22 Nails
Nails: A place to show off your beautiful nails!
2011.03.25 14:31 Teatoly The C was sold to pay for polish đ
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2010.12.28 21:09 eyeheartyou nail art
A place for all nail enthusiasts to share their nail art and tutorials. Professionals and hobbyists welcome! Nail art only please, anything else will be removed.
2023.06.08 14:44 _GlamourGuru_ đ Nail Art Inspiration: Get ready to dazzle with the latest nail art trends! From intricate designs to minimalist chic, we've curated a collection of nail art inspiration to spark your creativity. Show off your fabulous manicures in the replies. Which nail art style caught your eye? #NailArtInspo #
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2023.06.08 11:50 HelterSkelter556644 Stiletto Nail Inspo
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2023.06.07 23:53 Creepy_Course_1069 Zebra Print Duck Nails đ¤
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2023.06.07 11:20 extra_sarah I need Inspo for my fill or I'll just do black French again đ I do my own nails
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2023.06.06 15:46 foxybubbles What did I get wrong? Please help!
 | Hi all! I was so excited to get my custom ring in from Ella from Tianyu last night (1st photo) and the moment I put it on my finger I just deflated. Don't get me wrong, she nailed the design, but I was trying to remake a ring I had found locally (2nd photo) but I think I got the specs slightly off. But they're off enough that I'm now extremely disappointed with the ring/myself and don't want to wear it. submitted by foxybubbles to Moissanite [link] [comments] I don't have the actual specs for the inspo ring, just the photo, and my estimation skills clearly aren't as good as I thought. I'm debating having Ella remake it and was looking to crowdsource what you think I got wrong. Gut reaction says I made it like 0.2mm too wide and too tall. CAD attached too! Thank you so much for any help you can offer, I just feel so disheartened. |
2023.06.05 01:49 obsidian_romance Looking for a subreddit with nail art
Where people post their nails freshly painted as nail inspo. I love looking at nail art.
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2023.06.04 17:47 naireffect 3D chrome nails advice
 | Hey guys! I had a question regarding the best way to apply chrome if I donât have a chrome base coat. Should I buy it? What are the application steps if I want to create this look for a client? The last time I tried chrome, it wouldnât stick to the nail after I added a tip coat, so Iâm not sure what to do. I added an inspo pic for reference. Thank you so much!! submitted by naireffect to Nailtechs [link] [comments] |
2023.06.04 11:09 ilovecorbin What is this color?!
 | I got my nails done today and wanted this color inspo from Pinterest, I said âelectric blueâ but I got more of a royal blue. Anyone know this colo what I should ask at the salon?? submitted by ilovecorbin to RedditLaqueristas [link] [comments] |
2023.06.04 10:24 urtitsaregaydude getting my nails done tomorrow:) please share some summer nail inspos!
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2023.06.04 00:11 genesis49m Ideas for formal/black tie optional?
Iâm going to a wedding next weekend. I had a dress in mind, but a friend told me my dress looked âtoo much like a prom dressâ so now I am doing some last minute shopping.
Note: I have no clue what it means to look too much like a prom dress đ I didnât attend prom lol
Iâve never been to an American wedding before.
The wedding will take place at a fancy barn, with the wedding outdoors and the reception indoors. The pictures of the venue online look gorgeous, and I think the guests are going to be really nicely dressed. I think a lot of the brideâs family might be more conservative/older, so I really want to âfit in.â
The wedding will start at 3PM and end at 11PM. The wedding will take place on the East Coast, temperatures ranging anywhere from 50s to 80s.
I think Iâm a little hard to dress because Iâm 5â8, apple shaped (so I have a big stomach), long legs, and broad shoulders (so Iâm not comfortable in sleeveless dresses but ok with straps). I wear a size 16.
I am going to visit T.J. Maxx, Marshallâs, Macyâs, and as a last resort since it is known for being expensive, Nordstrom. (Other suggestions on where to shop are welcome!)
I am trying to stay under $200 if I can for the dress because I also need to buy shoes, and I will likely pay to get my hair, makeup, and nails done since Iâm not very good at doing those myself.
So⌠any advice on what to look for? Tips on what material? How to match shoes? Inspo pictures also welcome. Iâm going to spend all day tomorrow trying on dresses in person. My friends canât join so Iâll be doing solo shopping and Iâm worried Iâll mess up again đ
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Note: I have no clue what it means to look too much like a prom dress đ I didnât attend prom lol
Iâve never been to an American wedding before.
The wedding will take place at a fancy barn, with the wedding outdoors and the reception indoors. The pictures of the venue online look gorgeous, and I think the guests are going to be really nicely dressed. I think a lot of the brideâs family might be more conservative/older, so I really want to âfit in.â
The wedding will start at 3PM and end at 11PM. The wedding will take place on the East Coast, temperatures ranging anywhere from 50s to 80s.
I think Iâm a little hard to dress because Iâm 5â8, apple shaped (so I have a big stomach), long legs, and broad shoulders (so Iâm not comfortable in sleeveless dresses but ok with straps). I wear a size 16.
I am going to visit T.J. Maxx, Marshallâs, Macyâs, and as a last resort since it is known for being expensive, Nordstrom. (Other suggestions on where to shop are welcome!)
I am trying to stay under $200 if I can for the dress because I also need to buy shoes, and I will likely pay to get my hair, makeup, and nails done since Iâm not very good at doing those myself.
So⌠any advice on what to look for? Tips on what material? How to match shoes? Inspo pictures also welcome. Iâm going to spend all day tomorrow trying on dresses in person. My friends canât join so Iâll be doing solo shopping and Iâm worried Iâll mess up again đ
2023.06.02 19:51 Mother_Wolverine_589 First time using Jelly polish đ
 | Iâm in love đ still new to painting my nails on the regular so itâs a little messy. But now I need like every color of Jelly imaginable. Now I want to dabble in jelly nail art but canât find much inspo. Any tips would be appreciated. submitted by Mother_Wolverine_589 to RedditLaqueristas [link] [comments] Cirque Colors âMorningtideâ Jelly polish and Cirque Colors âStarry Nightâ charms in Silver |
2023.06.02 04:39 seafulwishes Inspo -> outcome! @bysarah___ created by Leo at Essence Nails (SoCal, CA)
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2023.06.02 04:05 Yaazman Colorful summer inspo nails đ đźâ¨đâ¨
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2023.06.02 04:00 Artistic-adventurer Jewel toned wedding
Hi all, My husband and I recently celebrated our 1 year anniversary and it occurred to me that I hadn't really shared the details.
https://imgur.com/a/z1Sw6cY
EDIT: A few more photos! Photos...https://imgur.com/a/QmmsbkI Mood board for bridesmaids ...https://imgur.com/gallery/clLsd3h
I got so much inspiration from redditors on this sub. I wanted to keep us to a pretty tight budget, but I also wanted it to have a classic yet on trend aesthetic. It was also a cross cultural wedding as well, with one day being the Hindu wedding and the next being a Christian wedding. I would say we spent on two weddings what most spend on one and both nights the food was incredible and the bar was wide open! I'm particularly proud of the flowers, put together by me and my bridesmaids. None of us had any prior experience and they'e everything I wanted! Also there are about a billion little details I didn't include here (like the thrifted mix and match candle votive etc).
Flowers were from FlowerMoxie(90%) and Sam's Club(fillers and some roses). We had some issues woth the flower delivery from Sam's and the flower moxie delivery was seamless. I also didn't use flower moxie's flower packages and instead drew inspo from other flower arrangements I had seen online. I knew there were certain flowers I HAD TO HAVE (ranunculus, anyone?). Main flower inspo: https://winstonandmain.com/moody-jewel-toned-wedding-at-the-houdini-estate/
I hired a stylist for my hair, but did my own makeup. My bridesmaids picked their own dresses, I just asked them to stay within the jewel tone family and to not double up on colors. They clearly nailed it!
Backyard wedding: We hired rentals for the backyard wedding and bar tenders who would handle everything from serving mixed alcoholic beverages to keeping our guests hydrated with water. We did everything from draping flowers to draping fabric.
General tip: Jamie Wolfer's videos were a GODSEND. Her video on staying under budget was especially helpful (I'll see if I can find it and I'll drop it in here). Her tip was to pick 3 things you both care about and cut corners on the other things. So, I didn't want a cake but For us it was an open bar, a great photographer, and a good DJ. We got all three and didn't break the bank!
We made most of the signs using a cricut or designed in Word (very low tech).
Happy to answer any questions, but just wanted to share some detail shots! Also happy to share wedding shots of our BEAUTIFUL Colorado wedding if folks are interested!
EDIT: More details on the jewel theme execution (from a comment below in case you don't want to dig): We didn't go goth with it. More spring/summer vibes. I think it helps to know WHY you want to go jewel tone. For me, it was that I wanted to tie our Hindu wedding and Christian wedding together in a way, aesthetically, without repeating details. A lot of festive Indian outfits have that general aesthetic anyway. Plus, I wanted something that would be classic, but fun. We were also having a Memorial Day weekend wedding, so it seemed appropriate weather-wise. Our venues tied in as well, more on that below.
My advice is to use the jewel tones as accents. For example, I kept the table cloths white because having each table be a different color could have been a win...but it also could have been far too overwhelming. Instead, we did jewel toned napkins. We kept the men's suits pretty traditional, but went with a jewel tone, royal blue instead of just black or gray. And then the extra detail was matching the groomsmen's bow ties, suspenders, and pocket square with the dress color of the bridesmaid they were walking down the aisle with.
We also had a venue that was exceptional for the theme. It's not an option for anyone, but finding a place with the bones that vibe with it helps a ton. If you go jewel tone and then pick a barn to get married in, it's a bit tougher to seamlessly work it in. But the church had beautiful stained glass and fresco paintings that tied it altogether. The reception venue had a darker, muted base (dark gray wood and gray velvet curtains) but also large windows to really brighten the place and make the colors pop. Some more detail pics: https://imgur.com/a/QmmsbkI
On the bridesmaids dresses, the mood is very specific but leaves enough room for them to play with it. I had friends on my bridal party who hated dress lengths, cuts, sleeves etc on dresses they had to wear in the past and by letting them pick with some pretty good guardrails made it fun for them rather than a chore. Not a single complaint, and a lot of gratitude was shared haha. Also, underlying skin tone varied so drastically across my bridesmaids (from being dark brown to very very pale), so letting them pick actually accentuated that aspect rather than washing anyone out.
I also went super overboard with small details because it brought me so much joy haha. First, I went with a simple, formal invite ( this one from minted https://www.minted.com/product/wedding-invitations/MIN-I22-INV/best-is-yet-to-come?color=A&shape=default) and I sealed each envelope with a gold wax stamp. I used the same stamp to affix the seating chart to the plexiglass on an easel. So, I just found fun ways to have details like that pop up throughout. Another was pressing flowers that were similar to what we used in the bouquets to make the table numbers. I also made sure that every bridesmaids dress color was included in the bouquets etc. I included a few of those photos in the first link!
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https://imgur.com/a/z1Sw6cY
EDIT: A few more photos! Photos...https://imgur.com/a/QmmsbkI Mood board for bridesmaids ...https://imgur.com/gallery/clLsd3h
I got so much inspiration from redditors on this sub. I wanted to keep us to a pretty tight budget, but I also wanted it to have a classic yet on trend aesthetic. It was also a cross cultural wedding as well, with one day being the Hindu wedding and the next being a Christian wedding. I would say we spent on two weddings what most spend on one and both nights the food was incredible and the bar was wide open! I'm particularly proud of the flowers, put together by me and my bridesmaids. None of us had any prior experience and they'e everything I wanted! Also there are about a billion little details I didn't include here (like the thrifted mix and match candle votive etc).
Flowers were from FlowerMoxie(90%) and Sam's Club(fillers and some roses). We had some issues woth the flower delivery from Sam's and the flower moxie delivery was seamless. I also didn't use flower moxie's flower packages and instead drew inspo from other flower arrangements I had seen online. I knew there were certain flowers I HAD TO HAVE (ranunculus, anyone?). Main flower inspo: https://winstonandmain.com/moody-jewel-toned-wedding-at-the-houdini-estate/
I hired a stylist for my hair, but did my own makeup. My bridesmaids picked their own dresses, I just asked them to stay within the jewel tone family and to not double up on colors. They clearly nailed it!
Backyard wedding: We hired rentals for the backyard wedding and bar tenders who would handle everything from serving mixed alcoholic beverages to keeping our guests hydrated with water. We did everything from draping flowers to draping fabric.
General tip: Jamie Wolfer's videos were a GODSEND. Her video on staying under budget was especially helpful (I'll see if I can find it and I'll drop it in here). Her tip was to pick 3 things you both care about and cut corners on the other things. So, I didn't want a cake but For us it was an open bar, a great photographer, and a good DJ. We got all three and didn't break the bank!
We made most of the signs using a cricut or designed in Word (very low tech).
Happy to answer any questions, but just wanted to share some detail shots! Also happy to share wedding shots of our BEAUTIFUL Colorado wedding if folks are interested!
EDIT: More details on the jewel theme execution (from a comment below in case you don't want to dig): We didn't go goth with it. More spring/summer vibes. I think it helps to know WHY you want to go jewel tone. For me, it was that I wanted to tie our Hindu wedding and Christian wedding together in a way, aesthetically, without repeating details. A lot of festive Indian outfits have that general aesthetic anyway. Plus, I wanted something that would be classic, but fun. We were also having a Memorial Day weekend wedding, so it seemed appropriate weather-wise. Our venues tied in as well, more on that below.
My advice is to use the jewel tones as accents. For example, I kept the table cloths white because having each table be a different color could have been a win...but it also could have been far too overwhelming. Instead, we did jewel toned napkins. We kept the men's suits pretty traditional, but went with a jewel tone, royal blue instead of just black or gray. And then the extra detail was matching the groomsmen's bow ties, suspenders, and pocket square with the dress color of the bridesmaid they were walking down the aisle with.
We also had a venue that was exceptional for the theme. It's not an option for anyone, but finding a place with the bones that vibe with it helps a ton. If you go jewel tone and then pick a barn to get married in, it's a bit tougher to seamlessly work it in. But the church had beautiful stained glass and fresco paintings that tied it altogether. The reception venue had a darker, muted base (dark gray wood and gray velvet curtains) but also large windows to really brighten the place and make the colors pop. Some more detail pics: https://imgur.com/a/QmmsbkI
On the bridesmaids dresses, the mood is very specific but leaves enough room for them to play with it. I had friends on my bridal party who hated dress lengths, cuts, sleeves etc on dresses they had to wear in the past and by letting them pick with some pretty good guardrails made it fun for them rather than a chore. Not a single complaint, and a lot of gratitude was shared haha. Also, underlying skin tone varied so drastically across my bridesmaids (from being dark brown to very very pale), so letting them pick actually accentuated that aspect rather than washing anyone out.
I also went super overboard with small details because it brought me so much joy haha. First, I went with a simple, formal invite ( this one from minted https://www.minted.com/product/wedding-invitations/MIN-I22-INV/best-is-yet-to-come?color=A&shape=default) and I sealed each envelope with a gold wax stamp. I used the same stamp to affix the seating chart to the plexiglass on an easel. So, I just found fun ways to have details like that pop up throughout. Another was pressing flowers that were similar to what we used in the bouquets to make the table numbers. I also made sure that every bridesmaids dress color was included in the bouquets etc. I included a few of those photos in the first link!
2023.06.01 12:54 CheeseToast217 recovered nail biter inspo!
 | I just wanted to share some before/after photos of my nails! I have been focusing on them for about 1.5 years now and Iâm so happy with the progress I have made. Cuticle care and pushing them back is so worth it! Donât feel like youâre doomed to have tiny stubby nails forever, there is hope! Donât give up. submitted by CheeseToast217 to Nails [link] [comments] P.S. My nails now do have some texture from a BIAB manicure that I just removed! I really enjoyed the BIAB to help them grow long but now Iâm happy enough with my natural short nails with longer nail beds to not need BIABđ (Also they look translucent because I had a long shower lol) |
2023.05.30 15:41 intently_unaware INSPO NEEDED! I'm going to a bridesmaid in a wedding soon and I have no idea what to get done to my nails, please can you send me pics that would match this dress?
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2023.05.28 23:55 Bateman_Not_Batman #how to get ahead in ai.dvertising [SP]
The Future is Officially Canceled.
Dee had read articles like this before. He couldnât remember if the future had ever been officially canceled. But it had been canceled. Unofficially, perhaps. Hence the need to do it officially.
He skimmed the first few paragraphs âŚthe slow cancellation of the future⌠âŚpop culture is eating itself⌠âŚimitators are imitating an imitation⌠The âslow cancellationâ theory was first flung around in the early twenty first century, on the hypothesis that if you played 1970s music to someone in the 1950s, it would blow their freaking mind. And if you played music from the 1990s to someone in the 1970s, their mind would be equally blown. But if you played music from the â10s to someone in the 1990s it wouldnât be that much of a stretch. In fact, that person may even think they had heard some of it before. The same thing with music from the â30s to someone in the â10s or music from now to someone in the â30s. That person might conceivably think they were even listening to music from a previous decade. Pop culture had referenced itself so many times over, it was now just a copy of a copy of a copy. Degrading every time.
Dee looked down at the article's credit, Dennis Bagley, Editorial AI Operator. He knew it, AI. No wonder it read so familiar. He looked up at the various awards on his top shelf. Dee knew he was different. Better. His AI operating skills were the thing of accolades. The thing of applause. Just last week he and his AI processor picked up Gold in Effectology for their Just Poo It campaign for Charmin. And Silver in Originology for their The Ketchup In The Rye commercial for Pepsi-Heinz, about a young guy who gets kicked out of school and stays out all night trying to find a bottle of ketchup. He looked down at his processor and beamed. Its glowing red light beamed back at him.
They didnât just stumble into that kind of effectiveness. Campaigns didnât even get greenlit unless they scored ninety or above on the Effectology meter. He and his AI were usually hitting ninety twos or ninety threes, even a ninety five for Hereâs To The Lazy Ones for Caspar mattresses. That campaign killed.
But Dee held himself to that higher calling, Originology. The metrics of original ideas. Sure, the AI did most of the work but Dee was able to tweak his processor to go way beyond the requisite twenty five percent Originology score. Together they were nailing figures in the forties, sometimes even peaking into the fifties. Scores that were head and shoulders above the rest of the department.
Thatâs how he could afford the sweet â18 Jordans Reissues on his feet. He curled his luxe Loewe headphone cable through his fingers and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. He scoffed at a time when people didnât think they needed a headphone cable. And imagined having nothing to twirl while listening to reinterpreted rock, nothing to wind around his fingers while he fed the processor. How many headphones must have been lost forever, just because they werenât plugged in? Like everything else in pop culture, what went around came around, and, relatively recently, headphone cables had come back hard as the status symbol. Today, you didnât just have to have a cable to be considered cool, you had to have the cable. It had to be thick as a rope, plated with rare metals, and covered in a fancy leather sheath from a chic brand like Gucci or Loewe.
Dee beamed as he thought of all the cool historical cultural knowledge he had amassed. Not just advertising history like the dweebs in the cubicles around him, but film history, fashion history, art history, music history. If it happened in culture, he knew about it. And he used it. Thatâs how he scored so high on the Originology meter. It made him feel almost like a real writer. Though he would never say that out loud. He imagined being like the old timers, upstairs. The un.ai.ded human writers, that clients would pay a serious premium for. Then he wouldnât have to work on ketchup and toilet roll. He could have a crack at the big dogs, like Googlesoft, United American Airlines or DoritosLocosTacoBell. For now though, heâd have to stick with clients more becoming of his position. This morningâs task was to create a campaign for Pepsi-Crest. A toothpaste. Not super interesting. But he knew how to spice it up. Instead of letting his AI go back through decades of toothpaste ads just to pump out tired old crap like the It Cleans Your Face While it Cleans Your Teeth campaign that Mike Bey pitched last week, Dee mixed in a little fast food inspo from one of his favorite eras and found himself at the highly original and equally effective Whereâs the Teeth? campaign. He was stunned by his own brilliance. He patted his processor and imagined it congratulating him back, then he programmed it to write an epic fifteen second anthem film and a suite of six second pre-roll spots, then sent it off to the CG department to render in time to air that night. Deeâs colleagues often asked him how he and his processor were so good at what they did. How their campaigns always scored so highly in both Effectology and Originology. They all used the same machine learning. Itâs what the agency sold itself on. Never wanting to sound aloof; even though he was, or like he was tooting his own horn; even though he often did, he would merely say, âI like to pepper a bit of non advertising data in there. A little hint of me.â It was enough to provoke gasps and even make his colleagues take a step back or two, they had all been programmed to do just one task, feed the machine with advertising data. They couldnât fathom diverging. âThe AI should be enough,â was the general understanding. âThe machine has better knowledge of advertising history than we do,â and âknows the ins and outs of Effectology better than we ever could.â Itâs even been âscientifically programmed to exceed all expectation of Originology.â Dee couldnât be swayed by any of the standard reactions. He would just smile, and casually amble off. Knowing full well he was beating the machine. He was a rebel in his own right. That afternoon, his section boss leaned over his cubicle. âHullo Tara.â âKeep it formal please, colleague,â she scolded, âcall me Antino. What do you look so ruddy chuffed about anyway?â âI just came up with a brilliant campaign for a very dull toothpaste. Youâll see it on The Comedy Central Reruns Channel tonight.â âYes, well, an upstairs project is running behind and theyâre calling on us down here to pull together some inspo decks, help jostle something loose in those tired old brains.â âWouldnât that make them not human-made? What are their clients paying all that money for?â âLoopholes, colleague, loopholes. As long as one of them humans writes the final line, it doesnât matter how much AI they used to get there. â âI could do that. I could do better than that. Did I tell you about my toothpaste campaign?â âYes you did. Twice now. Must be good.â âIt is.â âWell, hereâs your chance for a peek into the real writer life. Iâm deprioritizing your regular workload and prioritizing this inspo creation.â âYeahhh!â Dee punched the air and freeze framed like he saw in an old movie. âThe brief is for Fiat Maserati Jeep Dodge RAM. Itâs a car. The Fiat Maserati Jeep Dodge RAM Unica. Like a fancy off-roader, you know what I mean? They wanna sell it to people in cities who donât drive. More of a status symbol, you know what I mean? Like park it in front of your house so people will know you could go off-roading if you wanted to. Audience archetype is Moms. You getting this?â Dee finally broke his freeze frame but his mind was already whirring. âYeah, I got it.â âAlright then. Bon chance.â Dee jumped into action, flipped up his AI processorâs screen and started cross referencing old Land Rover ads with The Rock movies, some Nora Ephron classics, Michelle Rodriguezâs character from all twenty eight Fast & Furious movies; even the fully CGIâd ones, the scene from Mrs Doubtfire when sheâs playing the broomstick like a guitar, some Bikini Kill records, a memory of his own Mom making him wait in the car while she went shopping at Bergdorfs, a bunch of cool off-roading stuff from Top Gear and a painting of a car heâd always loved by Robert Bechtle. The machine spat out fifteen possible campaign inspo starters and Dee ran-walked them to the inspo courier in the office atrium. Before the day ended, a synthetic orchestra sounded through the building, \Pah pahhh, pah pa pah pa pah pahhh** and the employees were called into the atrium. Office meeting. As Dee strolled in, he caught the rare sight of the last few human copywriters lined up around the balcony above them. They applauded the downstairs employees, theatrically, motioning with their claps as they walked in and took seats, stood awkwardly or otherwise congregated.
There was a dramatic hush before one of the last true human copywriters finally spoke. âGreat inspo. Thanks.â Wow. Each word, each letter, worth its weight in gold. That's probably why they used so few, thought Dee. âYeah, really really good stuff.â Said another. âAI did this?â Said a third as she held the sheets of inspo out. âSome of the best inspo Iâve ever seen in all of my career.â Coughed the oldest and most regal sounding.
Dee squinted and peered up at them. Was that his inspo deck they were flashing around? Was this whole elaborate ceremony all to celebrate his AI operating? He didnât know whether to be chuffed or anxious. Did they know he was cheating the system? Did they care? These are some of the last true human copywriters in history. They have, and are encouraged to have, the unique thought. Their work isnât judged on how similar-without-being-exactly-the-same it is to existing campaigns. Itâs judged on how different, how breakthrough, how stand out it is.
âIt was me!â Dee blurted out. Quite uncharacteristically. He was usually so cool with the compliments. So coy with the recognition. His whole angle required it.
The other AI operators standing around him took their requisite step back, though this time it was less in awe, more in disgust. The air in the room stiffened. AI had ruled his department, and most of the industry, for so long that people didnât speak up anymore. They just quietly fed the machine. And the machine took all the glory. Dee felt instant ostracism from the colleagues he had worked alongside for most of his career. He immediately questioned his outburst and retracted his ownership claim, knowing that his inspo deck would have been one of many.
âSome of it, at least. My AI, I mean. Processor.â He said. Sheepish this time. Back in his place.
The last few human copywriters smiled, nodded, bowed, gave final congratulations to all from high up on their balcony and then shuffled away in single file. All but one, Sir Coughing-Most-Regal. He slowly made his way down the grand staircase, into the atrium. A man leaving behind his usual pomp and circumstance, bringing his rare ability of unique thought into a crowd of imitation suppliers. As he reached the bottom step, he lost all of his royal air and seemed suddenly so vulnerable, walking among the regular folk. Most of Deeâs colleagues had already left, gone back to their metal masters, but Dee stayed. He knew this old man was coming to see him. He thought he might be in for a dressing down but he hoped it would be the opposite. He manifested that this titan of singular thought, the rare, unique idea, was coming to congratulate him.
âFreedkin.â The old man shoved out his hand. âPleasure.â Dee shook it. âYou say you programmed this inspo deck, yes?â He flapped the pages around. âYes.â âRuddy good work, let me tell you.â âThank you.â âIn all my years, since this artificial thinking thing came in, Iâve never read anything so good. Inspired me all over. Iâve been positively bursting with ideas since.â âThank⌠you.â âAI wrote this you say?â âYes.â âRuddy good for AI. Never read anything so ruddy good. And you processed it?â âYes.â âWhatâs your name son?â âDee.â âDee what?â âPalmer.â âPleasure to meet you, Palmer. How much did you⌠influence it, the AI?â âHow do you mean, sir?â âCall me Freedkin.â âHow do you mean, Freedkin?â âI mean⌠how much of it is yours and how much is the machineâs?â Dee didnât answer. He was looking for the angle. This old man surely didnât value what AI does. Heâs one of the last bastions of actual human creation. What was he getting at? Freedkin reoriented his question. âMostly the machine or mostly you?â Dee thought he might have a kindred spirit here, in front of him, for the first time. He was going to take a risk. Recognizing a willingness to open up, Freedkin leaned in and spoke quietly. âDid you write this inspo or did the machine?â âI wrote it.â Dee postured. âAll.â âThought so. Good job. Our secret.â Freedkin winked. âJolly good.â The next day, as he fed his AI little snippets of unexpected data, Dee noticed a hush come over his floor. The usual keyboard click, clack and grumble of inter-colleague banter were dead silent. All that was left was the processorsâ harmonic hum. He lifted himself from his expensive ergonomic office chair and peered over his cubicle wall, spying across the sea of operators that made up the AI.ded Creativity department. A hunched figure at the opposite end of the bullpen sauntered from operator to operator, swilling a cup of coffee, looking in at each workstation. Giving a âhelloâ here, a nod there, even the odd salute. It was Freedkin. A real writer. Down here with the machine feeders. The other operators seemed afraid to go near him. Worried they might infect him with their inability. Dee had never seen a real writer in the operatorsâ bullpen. Freedkin, already old by industry standards, looked positively ancient in these surroundings. A sepia photograph in a technicolor world. Dee watched him, wondering if he should call out. He felt bound by social etiquette to not foist another outburst onto his peers. So he just watched, for a number of minutes, until Freedkin was close enough that his old eyes could make out Deeâs visage.
âPalmer!â Bingo. The two sat in Deeâs cubicle. Freedkin in the expensive office chair, as was fitting, and Dee on the wooden footstool. âFor a short time we all worked from home. At the start of my career. For a short time.â âEveryone?â âMost. Not everyone, I suppose. But it was the thing to do. Was deemed more productive. Until it wasnât. Then when this thing became the norm,â he tapped on Deeâs tiny AI processor, its red light glowed, âthere was a sort of an office renaissance. I remember the bigwigs back then didnât really want us using AI for ideas. Like it was giving in to the machine. We slowly got called back to the agency so they could keep an eye on our output. Keep it human, I suppose. Thatâs when the separation happened. In the end, the agency had to start using artificial thinking to keep up with demand. What are you lot churning out these days? Three campaigns a day? Four? We used to get a whole week to come up with one idea. After a while, of course, it got squeezed down to a couple of days. To the point where we needed the machine to keep up. Not long after, the bigwigs realized they could actually charge more off of the âhumanâ written stuff. Anyway, enough of the history lesson, what.â âItâs very interesting.â âYes well, what I really came down here for,â Freedkin paused and looked around, âwas some of that⌠good⌠inspo.â âI hear ya.â Dee poised his fingers over his keyboard and looked into the air like he was about to write something un.ai.ded, cocksure in his posture. âWhatâs this one about then?â âWatches. For Googlesoft. âTime,â I was thinking, means so much, yet so little. Where does it all go? You know? How do we make more of it? Watches are time machines. See?â Deeâs posture sank. He thought of all that, by himself? No machine? He suddenly felt very ineffective. Unoriginal. He saw only the red glow from his little AI processor, staring back at him. Taking all the credit. He imagined it laughing with his colleagues in a bar while he sat at the other end of the table, ignored. He imagined it accepting awards by itself. He felt weak. He felt useless without it. It just glowed. âIt kind of flows better⌠when Iâm alone.â Dee nervously mumbled. âRight. Donât say another word. Right you are. âTime.â Remember. Where does it all go? Ok, I go. Ta-ta for now.
Dee looked down at his processor, apologetically. He quietly admonished himself before it until he felt forgiven. Then he typed in a weak initial prompt, all he could muster, write an advertising campaign about time.
The AI spat back a perfectly crafted campaign idea, line and film execution almost faster than Dee hit enter. The Best Things Come To Bros Who Wait. Dee immediately recognized it as a Guinness Surfers imitation. Tick followed tock followed tick followed tock. Its Effectology score clocked in well into the nineties. But its Originology score barely scraped by, just making it into âpassable.â Dee silently sneered at his surrounding coworkers. Any one of them would submit this as is and call it a day. Itâd be rendered in minutes, deals made with celebritiesâ CG likenesses under the hour, a revered AI voiceover and stunning synthetic music that would leave audiences lining up for these passively useful timepieces. But that wasnât enough for Dee. Thatâs why he was who he was, goddamnit. Why Freedkin came to him. Him! Not Buton or Deytoro or Heckering. Him!
He added more detail to his prompt. Meaning of time. How to get time back. Time Machine. Back in time. Michael J Fox. Einstein (dog). Time Bandits. Timecop. Van Damme. Kyle Reece. Time displacement. Uhhh huhhh this felt good again. This was working. Dee and his processor were back in sync. As though they were one. Of course, as far as Freedkin knew, they were one. As Dee typed away, he imagined him and his AI coming together. Two heads. Better than one. He lost himself in his prompting and pictured his processor sitting on his shoulder, a second head, right there, next to his own. A tiny, metal appendage. Sleek, gray, with its glowing red light. And, for some reason, it was growing a little mustache. Dee and the mustached machine were completely lost in their work over the next few days. They hardly wrote any of their own campaigns. It was all inspo, inspo, inspo for Freedkin. The good stuff though, Viking Space Cruises, 1900 Tequila, Acne Studios. Each time, Dee and his processor were pretty much writing the entire thing. Freedkin hardly needed to change them at all. Just put his old world tone all over it. Add all of his extra words and âpersonality.â Deeâs two heads were coming up with the best campaigns in the agency. And no one knew it. Except Freedkin. By now, his second head felt almost as big as his first. He could see it in his periphery. When he looked to the left, it looked back at him. It smiled sometimes. And that little freaking mustache was starting to freak Dee out. That night, Freedkin invited Dee for a couple of drinks with the other real human writers at the fanciest DoritosLocosTacoBell on the Westside. They didnât even have to wait in line. Dee marveled at the size of the place, the expansiveness. It was packed. They were led through by the greeter to a private table at the back with a leather rope around it. He sat on the edge of the booth as the others ordered various flavors of Gatorade-aritas. When it got to Dee, he said he would have the same as Freedkin, which turned out to be a Frost Glacier Cherry-arita, the classiest -arita of all.
The writersâ conversation was mesmerizing. Every word that came out of their mouths was a unique thought. An opinion. A point of view. Dee tried to join in by recounting the narrative of various movies he had seen. The more obscure the better, attempting to interact at their level. While telling the story of Mick Jacksonâs Threads to Bigelo, he could feel her searching for a point of view or an opinion in what he was saying, but he couldnât stir one. If only he had his processor right now. Its red light glowed comfortingly in his mind. He missed it. Slowly, the other writers left. Dee couldnât help but think he had something to do with it. He was feeling so inadequate by the time everyone but Freedkin had gone that he just sat quietly and half-smiled at him. Both of them were five or six Gatorade-aritas deep, slumped in their private booth. âDo you like what you do?â Asked Freedkin. âI love it.â âDo you really?â âI donât know.â âI hate what I do. But Iâm good at it. Do you want to know the secret, Palmer? The secret to what we do?â Dee couldnât do anything but smile a little bigger to communicate his response. Freedkin paused for dramatic effect. âIf you love advertising, you shouldnât work in advertising.â Did Dee love advertising? He didnât even know. He knew he knew advertising. âYou think your audience loves advertising? You think they want to see your tribute to that Googlesoft spot that was an imitation of an Apple spot that was inspired by a Brett Morgen film? No! They just want to see the Brett Morgen film! They donât want to see your thing at all!â Dee slumped further down. âBut if youâre lucky,â Freedkin continued, âif youâre really lucky, and you show them something theyâve never seen before, because you hate advertising too and you just wanted to make something that made you feel something, if they feel that same feeling, youâve got gold. But you can only get to gold by summoning all of your experiences outside of advertising. You canât just try to make the Nike of pimple commercials. You have to make the Palmer of pimple commercials. Do you see? Thatâs the problem with your AI. Your machine.â
The red light flashed again in Deeâs mind. Awakened by Freedkinâs heresy.
âThe best AI will ever do is just show you a better version of something youâve seen before. They call that effective? The numbers can say whatever they want them to, all theyâre really doing is pasting wallpaper on top of wallpaper on top of wallpaper. Until eventually the audience ignores it completely. But youâre different Palmer. You and I are different. Different is what sells. I had a word with Simmons up on six. Sheâs agreed to give you a trial period on the human floor. At my behest. Donât worry, I didnât tell her you were already thinking for yourself. I just told her you had the potential to. You start tomorrow. Trial period. Tonight was about the other humans meeting you. I canât tell you that theyâre not skeptical. But theyâre open to it. For me. What do you think?â Dee was nervous. He got off the elevator at the operatorsâ bullpen without even thinking about it. He walked all the way to the atrium and up the grand staircase to the human writersâ floor, instead of getting back on the elevator. He took each step steadily, taking it all in. He felt like a tourist. Like he was borrowing an identity. He imagined he was a young Freedkin and tried to put a confident stride in his step. It didnât work. He put his hand in his pocket and felt for his AI processor. His second head. Mustached. He couldnât turn it on because, as everyone knew, AI wasnât allowed upstairs, in case the agency got audited. The cost consultants would be all over a human writing department that used artificial ideation. Theyâd be shut down. At the very least, they would lose their Un.AI.ded AI.dvertising license. The only reason for charging such a premium. Dee ran his hand along the balcony rail. Heâd only ever seen it from downstairs, from the non-human thinkersâ floor. He walked from the balcony to the human writerâs work area. It was the exact opposite of what he was used to. No sea of cubicles. No click clack. No mechanized productivity. No hum. Just couches, writing desks and quiet.
âMorning.â Whistled Freedkin. âHow are we?â âWe?â âYou.â âWish I hadnât drunk so much.â âOhh, I know. Think of it as an initiation. Nothing wrong with it. Takes your mind off the job. Stops you from thinking for a minute. You need that after everything youâve been pumping out. All that gold, that is.â âRight.â âRight. Well. Set yourself up wherever you like. First brief is for Coca-Cola. A new water! The freshest water theyâve ever sold, so they say. Tap Clearâ Dee wandered over to a small writing desk and put his touchscreen down. He unraveled his headphone cable and felt for his processor in his pocket. When he found it, he rubbed it like a lamp, wishing for a genie. A couple of human writers whoâd been deep in concentration when he first walked in, had been disturbed by his arrival. He didnât recognize them from last night. They glared at him as he set himself up. He smiled in their general direction. They continued to glare. âBig Jim.â Whispered Freedkin. âHim and his team have been here three days straight, on a pitch. Donât worry about them. Theyâre just under tremendous stress. This human work really takes it out of you, you know? â Dee turned and sat with his back to them. He powered up his touchscreen and put his headphones on, draping his Loewe headphone cable around his neck and shoulders. He hovered his fingers over his keyboard, expecting ideas to come. Nothing. He skimmed the brief. Still nothing. He read the brief. Not a thing. A few of the other writers strolled in. Dee watched them find a workspace, sit down, start writing. One of them even used a pen! Dee loved this whole lifestyle. Turn up for work whenever, spout genius, have lunch, sell some billion dollar ideas, have a cocktail. The thought of it all spurred him on. He hovered his fingers over his keyboard again and braced himself for the idea flow. Nothing came. Nothing. All morning. His mind was blank. It felt like it was getting blanker. He couldnât believe it. Even half thoughts were swimming away from him. Impossible to catch. Even just individual words. Gone. By the afternoon Dee was starting to freak out. He felt like an imposter. âFreedkin,â he hissed, âI canât think. I canât come up with anything.â âIt takes time, my boy. Days. I told you, before we used to even have weeksâŚâ âBut my brainâs not working at all. It wonât⌠generate⌠anything.â âRelax your brain. Relax yourself.â âBut Freedkin⌠Freedkin,â he hissed again, âI didnât write any of that stuff. It was AI. All of it. No⌠I mean⌠I helped⌠but it wasnât all me.â âOk⌠hold on⌠boy⌠be careful. That kind of talk will get you killed around here. Try and make it to the end of the day. Try just writing some things down. Some thoughts. Some words. And if you still feel the same tomorrow, Iâll let the brass know it wasnât for you. No harm.â Deeâs eyes hardened. âDo you hear me, Palmer?â Dee rubbed his temples. âListen, this affects both of us. Yes, you, but also me⌠for recommending you. Iâll be out⌠Think!â Freedkin distanced himself. Hoping it would quell the panic. Dee stared at nothing for as long as he could. An hour, at most. Just stared. No thoughts came. No words. A blank screen. So he slipped his hand in his pocket, held his AI processor warmly, and turned it on. Instantly, an alarm sounded. âWhat's going on here, Freedkin?â Skewered Big Jim. âIs this your kid? Whatâs the big idea? Is he working for the machines? What is heâŚtrying to infiltrate us? I canât have this. Iâve got a family. I canât be out of a job.â âItâs just a misunderstanding, Jim. Heâll be leaving now.â âNo he wonât. Get back here, kid.â Big Jim grabbed at Deeâs shirt. Dee squirmed and tried to push him away. Big Jim got a hand on his neck instead, as some of the other writers tried to grab his arms. Dee instinctively swung his fists around. He got one of the writers, Bigelo, square in the eye. She roared âHeâs blinded me!â Big Jim picked him up by his neck. Dee choked. He grabbed his touchscreen and swung it. The edge caught Big Jim on the side of the head. Big Jim dropped him and screamed. Freedkin put a hand on Big Jimâs shoulder. Big Jim swung his fist around and slammed it into Freedkinâs nose. Dee tried to slip away but Big Jim, raging, grabbed his headphone cable and dragged him back, winding the cable around his neck to try and hold on to him with it. The other writers stepped back as Dee kicked around in a panic. He got one of the writers in the stomach and another in the back. The headphone cable slipped out of Big Jimâs hands. Dee reached out for anything he could grab onto. He found a desk leg and pulled himself away from the melee as the gang of writers got him by his feet. They pulled off his Jordans and he crawled away as fast as he could, out of the writersâ area and onto the balcony. The writers caught up with him. He swung the few punches he could muster. He cracked one writer on the cheekbone as another reached for his headphone cable, wrapping it around the balcony rail to stop him from getting even further away. Big Jim steamed in, bleeding from his head, and slammed into Dee, launching him into the air with his sheer force. Dee reached for the rail but it slipped under him as he toppled over into the open atrium, between the floors. He felt a snap as the headphone cable went taut around his neck. A colleague standing in the atrium shrieked. Dee kicked his legs and wriggled about, trying to slip out. He clawed his hands around the cable and tried to loosen it but it just got tighter and tighter. He looked up to see the human writers peering down. Not helping. He could feel his consciousness slipping away. He looked to his left to see his second head staring straight back at him. As he hung, he could feel the metal head growing, exponentially, until it popped off, hit the ground and shattered. Shiny gray liquid metal spilled all over the floor and splashed up the walls. Its red light glowing all over as the metal spread around the room. Once it had flooded the entire atrium it enveloped Deeâs mind. And he was gone. The agency left his body hanging there for two days. They blamed it on a lack of janitorial availability. Everything in the office was automated, and cutting down a dead body wasnât something their sanitation robots had been programmed to do. But, deep down, everyone knew that it was a message. That they should stay in the roles they had been assigned. So they did. So they wouldnât end up like Dee.
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Dee had read articles like this before. He couldnât remember if the future had ever been officially canceled. But it had been canceled. Unofficially, perhaps. Hence the need to do it officially.
He skimmed the first few paragraphs âŚthe slow cancellation of the future⌠âŚpop culture is eating itself⌠âŚimitators are imitating an imitation⌠The âslow cancellationâ theory was first flung around in the early twenty first century, on the hypothesis that if you played 1970s music to someone in the 1950s, it would blow their freaking mind. And if you played music from the 1990s to someone in the 1970s, their mind would be equally blown. But if you played music from the â10s to someone in the 1990s it wouldnât be that much of a stretch. In fact, that person may even think they had heard some of it before. The same thing with music from the â30s to someone in the â10s or music from now to someone in the â30s. That person might conceivably think they were even listening to music from a previous decade. Pop culture had referenced itself so many times over, it was now just a copy of a copy of a copy. Degrading every time.
Dee looked down at the article's credit, Dennis Bagley, Editorial AI Operator. He knew it, AI. No wonder it read so familiar. He looked up at the various awards on his top shelf. Dee knew he was different. Better. His AI operating skills were the thing of accolades. The thing of applause. Just last week he and his AI processor picked up Gold in Effectology for their Just Poo It campaign for Charmin. And Silver in Originology for their The Ketchup In The Rye commercial for Pepsi-Heinz, about a young guy who gets kicked out of school and stays out all night trying to find a bottle of ketchup. He looked down at his processor and beamed. Its glowing red light beamed back at him.
They didnât just stumble into that kind of effectiveness. Campaigns didnât even get greenlit unless they scored ninety or above on the Effectology meter. He and his AI were usually hitting ninety twos or ninety threes, even a ninety five for Hereâs To The Lazy Ones for Caspar mattresses. That campaign killed.
But Dee held himself to that higher calling, Originology. The metrics of original ideas. Sure, the AI did most of the work but Dee was able to tweak his processor to go way beyond the requisite twenty five percent Originology score. Together they were nailing figures in the forties, sometimes even peaking into the fifties. Scores that were head and shoulders above the rest of the department.
Thatâs how he could afford the sweet â18 Jordans Reissues on his feet. He curled his luxe Loewe headphone cable through his fingers and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. He scoffed at a time when people didnât think they needed a headphone cable. And imagined having nothing to twirl while listening to reinterpreted rock, nothing to wind around his fingers while he fed the processor. How many headphones must have been lost forever, just because they werenât plugged in? Like everything else in pop culture, what went around came around, and, relatively recently, headphone cables had come back hard as the status symbol. Today, you didnât just have to have a cable to be considered cool, you had to have the cable. It had to be thick as a rope, plated with rare metals, and covered in a fancy leather sheath from a chic brand like Gucci or Loewe.
Dee beamed as he thought of all the cool historical cultural knowledge he had amassed. Not just advertising history like the dweebs in the cubicles around him, but film history, fashion history, art history, music history. If it happened in culture, he knew about it. And he used it. Thatâs how he scored so high on the Originology meter. It made him feel almost like a real writer. Though he would never say that out loud. He imagined being like the old timers, upstairs. The un.ai.ded human writers, that clients would pay a serious premium for. Then he wouldnât have to work on ketchup and toilet roll. He could have a crack at the big dogs, like Googlesoft, United American Airlines or DoritosLocosTacoBell. For now though, heâd have to stick with clients more becoming of his position. This morningâs task was to create a campaign for Pepsi-Crest. A toothpaste. Not super interesting. But he knew how to spice it up. Instead of letting his AI go back through decades of toothpaste ads just to pump out tired old crap like the It Cleans Your Face While it Cleans Your Teeth campaign that Mike Bey pitched last week, Dee mixed in a little fast food inspo from one of his favorite eras and found himself at the highly original and equally effective Whereâs the Teeth? campaign. He was stunned by his own brilliance. He patted his processor and imagined it congratulating him back, then he programmed it to write an epic fifteen second anthem film and a suite of six second pre-roll spots, then sent it off to the CG department to render in time to air that night. Deeâs colleagues often asked him how he and his processor were so good at what they did. How their campaigns always scored so highly in both Effectology and Originology. They all used the same machine learning. Itâs what the agency sold itself on. Never wanting to sound aloof; even though he was, or like he was tooting his own horn; even though he often did, he would merely say, âI like to pepper a bit of non advertising data in there. A little hint of me.â It was enough to provoke gasps and even make his colleagues take a step back or two, they had all been programmed to do just one task, feed the machine with advertising data. They couldnât fathom diverging. âThe AI should be enough,â was the general understanding. âThe machine has better knowledge of advertising history than we do,â and âknows the ins and outs of Effectology better than we ever could.â Itâs even been âscientifically programmed to exceed all expectation of Originology.â Dee couldnât be swayed by any of the standard reactions. He would just smile, and casually amble off. Knowing full well he was beating the machine. He was a rebel in his own right. That afternoon, his section boss leaned over his cubicle. âHullo Tara.â âKeep it formal please, colleague,â she scolded, âcall me Antino. What do you look so ruddy chuffed about anyway?â âI just came up with a brilliant campaign for a very dull toothpaste. Youâll see it on The Comedy Central Reruns Channel tonight.â âYes, well, an upstairs project is running behind and theyâre calling on us down here to pull together some inspo decks, help jostle something loose in those tired old brains.â âWouldnât that make them not human-made? What are their clients paying all that money for?â âLoopholes, colleague, loopholes. As long as one of them humans writes the final line, it doesnât matter how much AI they used to get there. â âI could do that. I could do better than that. Did I tell you about my toothpaste campaign?â âYes you did. Twice now. Must be good.â âIt is.â âWell, hereâs your chance for a peek into the real writer life. Iâm deprioritizing your regular workload and prioritizing this inspo creation.â âYeahhh!â Dee punched the air and freeze framed like he saw in an old movie. âThe brief is for Fiat Maserati Jeep Dodge RAM. Itâs a car. The Fiat Maserati Jeep Dodge RAM Unica. Like a fancy off-roader, you know what I mean? They wanna sell it to people in cities who donât drive. More of a status symbol, you know what I mean? Like park it in front of your house so people will know you could go off-roading if you wanted to. Audience archetype is Moms. You getting this?â Dee finally broke his freeze frame but his mind was already whirring. âYeah, I got it.â âAlright then. Bon chance.â Dee jumped into action, flipped up his AI processorâs screen and started cross referencing old Land Rover ads with The Rock movies, some Nora Ephron classics, Michelle Rodriguezâs character from all twenty eight Fast & Furious movies; even the fully CGIâd ones, the scene from Mrs Doubtfire when sheâs playing the broomstick like a guitar, some Bikini Kill records, a memory of his own Mom making him wait in the car while she went shopping at Bergdorfs, a bunch of cool off-roading stuff from Top Gear and a painting of a car heâd always loved by Robert Bechtle. The machine spat out fifteen possible campaign inspo starters and Dee ran-walked them to the inspo courier in the office atrium. Before the day ended, a synthetic orchestra sounded through the building, \Pah pahhh, pah pa pah pa pah pahhh** and the employees were called into the atrium. Office meeting. As Dee strolled in, he caught the rare sight of the last few human copywriters lined up around the balcony above them. They applauded the downstairs employees, theatrically, motioning with their claps as they walked in and took seats, stood awkwardly or otherwise congregated.
There was a dramatic hush before one of the last true human copywriters finally spoke. âGreat inspo. Thanks.â Wow. Each word, each letter, worth its weight in gold. That's probably why they used so few, thought Dee. âYeah, really really good stuff.â Said another. âAI did this?â Said a third as she held the sheets of inspo out. âSome of the best inspo Iâve ever seen in all of my career.â Coughed the oldest and most regal sounding.
Dee squinted and peered up at them. Was that his inspo deck they were flashing around? Was this whole elaborate ceremony all to celebrate his AI operating? He didnât know whether to be chuffed or anxious. Did they know he was cheating the system? Did they care? These are some of the last true human copywriters in history. They have, and are encouraged to have, the unique thought. Their work isnât judged on how similar-without-being-exactly-the-same it is to existing campaigns. Itâs judged on how different, how breakthrough, how stand out it is.
âIt was me!â Dee blurted out. Quite uncharacteristically. He was usually so cool with the compliments. So coy with the recognition. His whole angle required it.
The other AI operators standing around him took their requisite step back, though this time it was less in awe, more in disgust. The air in the room stiffened. AI had ruled his department, and most of the industry, for so long that people didnât speak up anymore. They just quietly fed the machine. And the machine took all the glory. Dee felt instant ostracism from the colleagues he had worked alongside for most of his career. He immediately questioned his outburst and retracted his ownership claim, knowing that his inspo deck would have been one of many.
âSome of it, at least. My AI, I mean. Processor.â He said. Sheepish this time. Back in his place.
The last few human copywriters smiled, nodded, bowed, gave final congratulations to all from high up on their balcony and then shuffled away in single file. All but one, Sir Coughing-Most-Regal. He slowly made his way down the grand staircase, into the atrium. A man leaving behind his usual pomp and circumstance, bringing his rare ability of unique thought into a crowd of imitation suppliers. As he reached the bottom step, he lost all of his royal air and seemed suddenly so vulnerable, walking among the regular folk. Most of Deeâs colleagues had already left, gone back to their metal masters, but Dee stayed. He knew this old man was coming to see him. He thought he might be in for a dressing down but he hoped it would be the opposite. He manifested that this titan of singular thought, the rare, unique idea, was coming to congratulate him.
âFreedkin.â The old man shoved out his hand. âPleasure.â Dee shook it. âYou say you programmed this inspo deck, yes?â He flapped the pages around. âYes.â âRuddy good work, let me tell you.â âThank you.â âIn all my years, since this artificial thinking thing came in, Iâve never read anything so good. Inspired me all over. Iâve been positively bursting with ideas since.â âThank⌠you.â âAI wrote this you say?â âYes.â âRuddy good for AI. Never read anything so ruddy good. And you processed it?â âYes.â âWhatâs your name son?â âDee.â âDee what?â âPalmer.â âPleasure to meet you, Palmer. How much did you⌠influence it, the AI?â âHow do you mean, sir?â âCall me Freedkin.â âHow do you mean, Freedkin?â âI mean⌠how much of it is yours and how much is the machineâs?â Dee didnât answer. He was looking for the angle. This old man surely didnât value what AI does. Heâs one of the last bastions of actual human creation. What was he getting at? Freedkin reoriented his question. âMostly the machine or mostly you?â Dee thought he might have a kindred spirit here, in front of him, for the first time. He was going to take a risk. Recognizing a willingness to open up, Freedkin leaned in and spoke quietly. âDid you write this inspo or did the machine?â âI wrote it.â Dee postured. âAll.â âThought so. Good job. Our secret.â Freedkin winked. âJolly good.â The next day, as he fed his AI little snippets of unexpected data, Dee noticed a hush come over his floor. The usual keyboard click, clack and grumble of inter-colleague banter were dead silent. All that was left was the processorsâ harmonic hum. He lifted himself from his expensive ergonomic office chair and peered over his cubicle wall, spying across the sea of operators that made up the AI.ded Creativity department. A hunched figure at the opposite end of the bullpen sauntered from operator to operator, swilling a cup of coffee, looking in at each workstation. Giving a âhelloâ here, a nod there, even the odd salute. It was Freedkin. A real writer. Down here with the machine feeders. The other operators seemed afraid to go near him. Worried they might infect him with their inability. Dee had never seen a real writer in the operatorsâ bullpen. Freedkin, already old by industry standards, looked positively ancient in these surroundings. A sepia photograph in a technicolor world. Dee watched him, wondering if he should call out. He felt bound by social etiquette to not foist another outburst onto his peers. So he just watched, for a number of minutes, until Freedkin was close enough that his old eyes could make out Deeâs visage.
âPalmer!â Bingo. The two sat in Deeâs cubicle. Freedkin in the expensive office chair, as was fitting, and Dee on the wooden footstool. âFor a short time we all worked from home. At the start of my career. For a short time.â âEveryone?â âMost. Not everyone, I suppose. But it was the thing to do. Was deemed more productive. Until it wasnât. Then when this thing became the norm,â he tapped on Deeâs tiny AI processor, its red light glowed, âthere was a sort of an office renaissance. I remember the bigwigs back then didnât really want us using AI for ideas. Like it was giving in to the machine. We slowly got called back to the agency so they could keep an eye on our output. Keep it human, I suppose. Thatâs when the separation happened. In the end, the agency had to start using artificial thinking to keep up with demand. What are you lot churning out these days? Three campaigns a day? Four? We used to get a whole week to come up with one idea. After a while, of course, it got squeezed down to a couple of days. To the point where we needed the machine to keep up. Not long after, the bigwigs realized they could actually charge more off of the âhumanâ written stuff. Anyway, enough of the history lesson, what.â âItâs very interesting.â âYes well, what I really came down here for,â Freedkin paused and looked around, âwas some of that⌠good⌠inspo.â âI hear ya.â Dee poised his fingers over his keyboard and looked into the air like he was about to write something un.ai.ded, cocksure in his posture. âWhatâs this one about then?â âWatches. For Googlesoft. âTime,â I was thinking, means so much, yet so little. Where does it all go? You know? How do we make more of it? Watches are time machines. See?â Deeâs posture sank. He thought of all that, by himself? No machine? He suddenly felt very ineffective. Unoriginal. He saw only the red glow from his little AI processor, staring back at him. Taking all the credit. He imagined it laughing with his colleagues in a bar while he sat at the other end of the table, ignored. He imagined it accepting awards by itself. He felt weak. He felt useless without it. It just glowed. âIt kind of flows better⌠when Iâm alone.â Dee nervously mumbled. âRight. Donât say another word. Right you are. âTime.â Remember. Where does it all go? Ok, I go. Ta-ta for now.
Dee looked down at his processor, apologetically. He quietly admonished himself before it until he felt forgiven. Then he typed in a weak initial prompt, all he could muster, write an advertising campaign about time.
The AI spat back a perfectly crafted campaign idea, line and film execution almost faster than Dee hit enter. The Best Things Come To Bros Who Wait. Dee immediately recognized it as a Guinness Surfers imitation. Tick followed tock followed tick followed tock. Its Effectology score clocked in well into the nineties. But its Originology score barely scraped by, just making it into âpassable.â Dee silently sneered at his surrounding coworkers. Any one of them would submit this as is and call it a day. Itâd be rendered in minutes, deals made with celebritiesâ CG likenesses under the hour, a revered AI voiceover and stunning synthetic music that would leave audiences lining up for these passively useful timepieces. But that wasnât enough for Dee. Thatâs why he was who he was, goddamnit. Why Freedkin came to him. Him! Not Buton or Deytoro or Heckering. Him!
He added more detail to his prompt. Meaning of time. How to get time back. Time Machine. Back in time. Michael J Fox. Einstein (dog). Time Bandits. Timecop. Van Damme. Kyle Reece. Time displacement. Uhhh huhhh this felt good again. This was working. Dee and his processor were back in sync. As though they were one. Of course, as far as Freedkin knew, they were one. As Dee typed away, he imagined him and his AI coming together. Two heads. Better than one. He lost himself in his prompting and pictured his processor sitting on his shoulder, a second head, right there, next to his own. A tiny, metal appendage. Sleek, gray, with its glowing red light. And, for some reason, it was growing a little mustache. Dee and the mustached machine were completely lost in their work over the next few days. They hardly wrote any of their own campaigns. It was all inspo, inspo, inspo for Freedkin. The good stuff though, Viking Space Cruises, 1900 Tequila, Acne Studios. Each time, Dee and his processor were pretty much writing the entire thing. Freedkin hardly needed to change them at all. Just put his old world tone all over it. Add all of his extra words and âpersonality.â Deeâs two heads were coming up with the best campaigns in the agency. And no one knew it. Except Freedkin. By now, his second head felt almost as big as his first. He could see it in his periphery. When he looked to the left, it looked back at him. It smiled sometimes. And that little freaking mustache was starting to freak Dee out. That night, Freedkin invited Dee for a couple of drinks with the other real human writers at the fanciest DoritosLocosTacoBell on the Westside. They didnât even have to wait in line. Dee marveled at the size of the place, the expansiveness. It was packed. They were led through by the greeter to a private table at the back with a leather rope around it. He sat on the edge of the booth as the others ordered various flavors of Gatorade-aritas. When it got to Dee, he said he would have the same as Freedkin, which turned out to be a Frost Glacier Cherry-arita, the classiest -arita of all.
The writersâ conversation was mesmerizing. Every word that came out of their mouths was a unique thought. An opinion. A point of view. Dee tried to join in by recounting the narrative of various movies he had seen. The more obscure the better, attempting to interact at their level. While telling the story of Mick Jacksonâs Threads to Bigelo, he could feel her searching for a point of view or an opinion in what he was saying, but he couldnât stir one. If only he had his processor right now. Its red light glowed comfortingly in his mind. He missed it. Slowly, the other writers left. Dee couldnât help but think he had something to do with it. He was feeling so inadequate by the time everyone but Freedkin had gone that he just sat quietly and half-smiled at him. Both of them were five or six Gatorade-aritas deep, slumped in their private booth. âDo you like what you do?â Asked Freedkin. âI love it.â âDo you really?â âI donât know.â âI hate what I do. But Iâm good at it. Do you want to know the secret, Palmer? The secret to what we do?â Dee couldnât do anything but smile a little bigger to communicate his response. Freedkin paused for dramatic effect. âIf you love advertising, you shouldnât work in advertising.â Did Dee love advertising? He didnât even know. He knew he knew advertising. âYou think your audience loves advertising? You think they want to see your tribute to that Googlesoft spot that was an imitation of an Apple spot that was inspired by a Brett Morgen film? No! They just want to see the Brett Morgen film! They donât want to see your thing at all!â Dee slumped further down. âBut if youâre lucky,â Freedkin continued, âif youâre really lucky, and you show them something theyâve never seen before, because you hate advertising too and you just wanted to make something that made you feel something, if they feel that same feeling, youâve got gold. But you can only get to gold by summoning all of your experiences outside of advertising. You canât just try to make the Nike of pimple commercials. You have to make the Palmer of pimple commercials. Do you see? Thatâs the problem with your AI. Your machine.â
The red light flashed again in Deeâs mind. Awakened by Freedkinâs heresy.
âThe best AI will ever do is just show you a better version of something youâve seen before. They call that effective? The numbers can say whatever they want them to, all theyâre really doing is pasting wallpaper on top of wallpaper on top of wallpaper. Until eventually the audience ignores it completely. But youâre different Palmer. You and I are different. Different is what sells. I had a word with Simmons up on six. Sheâs agreed to give you a trial period on the human floor. At my behest. Donât worry, I didnât tell her you were already thinking for yourself. I just told her you had the potential to. You start tomorrow. Trial period. Tonight was about the other humans meeting you. I canât tell you that theyâre not skeptical. But theyâre open to it. For me. What do you think?â Dee was nervous. He got off the elevator at the operatorsâ bullpen without even thinking about it. He walked all the way to the atrium and up the grand staircase to the human writersâ floor, instead of getting back on the elevator. He took each step steadily, taking it all in. He felt like a tourist. Like he was borrowing an identity. He imagined he was a young Freedkin and tried to put a confident stride in his step. It didnât work. He put his hand in his pocket and felt for his AI processor. His second head. Mustached. He couldnât turn it on because, as everyone knew, AI wasnât allowed upstairs, in case the agency got audited. The cost consultants would be all over a human writing department that used artificial ideation. Theyâd be shut down. At the very least, they would lose their Un.AI.ded AI.dvertising license. The only reason for charging such a premium. Dee ran his hand along the balcony rail. Heâd only ever seen it from downstairs, from the non-human thinkersâ floor. He walked from the balcony to the human writerâs work area. It was the exact opposite of what he was used to. No sea of cubicles. No click clack. No mechanized productivity. No hum. Just couches, writing desks and quiet.
âMorning.â Whistled Freedkin. âHow are we?â âWe?â âYou.â âWish I hadnât drunk so much.â âOhh, I know. Think of it as an initiation. Nothing wrong with it. Takes your mind off the job. Stops you from thinking for a minute. You need that after everything youâve been pumping out. All that gold, that is.â âRight.â âRight. Well. Set yourself up wherever you like. First brief is for Coca-Cola. A new water! The freshest water theyâve ever sold, so they say. Tap Clearâ Dee wandered over to a small writing desk and put his touchscreen down. He unraveled his headphone cable and felt for his processor in his pocket. When he found it, he rubbed it like a lamp, wishing for a genie. A couple of human writers whoâd been deep in concentration when he first walked in, had been disturbed by his arrival. He didnât recognize them from last night. They glared at him as he set himself up. He smiled in their general direction. They continued to glare. âBig Jim.â Whispered Freedkin. âHim and his team have been here three days straight, on a pitch. Donât worry about them. Theyâre just under tremendous stress. This human work really takes it out of you, you know? â Dee turned and sat with his back to them. He powered up his touchscreen and put his headphones on, draping his Loewe headphone cable around his neck and shoulders. He hovered his fingers over his keyboard, expecting ideas to come. Nothing. He skimmed the brief. Still nothing. He read the brief. Not a thing. A few of the other writers strolled in. Dee watched them find a workspace, sit down, start writing. One of them even used a pen! Dee loved this whole lifestyle. Turn up for work whenever, spout genius, have lunch, sell some billion dollar ideas, have a cocktail. The thought of it all spurred him on. He hovered his fingers over his keyboard again and braced himself for the idea flow. Nothing came. Nothing. All morning. His mind was blank. It felt like it was getting blanker. He couldnât believe it. Even half thoughts were swimming away from him. Impossible to catch. Even just individual words. Gone. By the afternoon Dee was starting to freak out. He felt like an imposter. âFreedkin,â he hissed, âI canât think. I canât come up with anything.â âIt takes time, my boy. Days. I told you, before we used to even have weeksâŚâ âBut my brainâs not working at all. It wonât⌠generate⌠anything.â âRelax your brain. Relax yourself.â âBut Freedkin⌠Freedkin,â he hissed again, âI didnât write any of that stuff. It was AI. All of it. No⌠I mean⌠I helped⌠but it wasnât all me.â âOk⌠hold on⌠boy⌠be careful. That kind of talk will get you killed around here. Try and make it to the end of the day. Try just writing some things down. Some thoughts. Some words. And if you still feel the same tomorrow, Iâll let the brass know it wasnât for you. No harm.â Deeâs eyes hardened. âDo you hear me, Palmer?â Dee rubbed his temples. âListen, this affects both of us. Yes, you, but also me⌠for recommending you. Iâll be out⌠Think!â Freedkin distanced himself. Hoping it would quell the panic. Dee stared at nothing for as long as he could. An hour, at most. Just stared. No thoughts came. No words. A blank screen. So he slipped his hand in his pocket, held his AI processor warmly, and turned it on. Instantly, an alarm sounded. âWhat's going on here, Freedkin?â Skewered Big Jim. âIs this your kid? Whatâs the big idea? Is he working for the machines? What is heâŚtrying to infiltrate us? I canât have this. Iâve got a family. I canât be out of a job.â âItâs just a misunderstanding, Jim. Heâll be leaving now.â âNo he wonât. Get back here, kid.â Big Jim grabbed at Deeâs shirt. Dee squirmed and tried to push him away. Big Jim got a hand on his neck instead, as some of the other writers tried to grab his arms. Dee instinctively swung his fists around. He got one of the writers, Bigelo, square in the eye. She roared âHeâs blinded me!â Big Jim picked him up by his neck. Dee choked. He grabbed his touchscreen and swung it. The edge caught Big Jim on the side of the head. Big Jim dropped him and screamed. Freedkin put a hand on Big Jimâs shoulder. Big Jim swung his fist around and slammed it into Freedkinâs nose. Dee tried to slip away but Big Jim, raging, grabbed his headphone cable and dragged him back, winding the cable around his neck to try and hold on to him with it. The other writers stepped back as Dee kicked around in a panic. He got one of the writers in the stomach and another in the back. The headphone cable slipped out of Big Jimâs hands. Dee reached out for anything he could grab onto. He found a desk leg and pulled himself away from the melee as the gang of writers got him by his feet. They pulled off his Jordans and he crawled away as fast as he could, out of the writersâ area and onto the balcony. The writers caught up with him. He swung the few punches he could muster. He cracked one writer on the cheekbone as another reached for his headphone cable, wrapping it around the balcony rail to stop him from getting even further away. Big Jim steamed in, bleeding from his head, and slammed into Dee, launching him into the air with his sheer force. Dee reached for the rail but it slipped under him as he toppled over into the open atrium, between the floors. He felt a snap as the headphone cable went taut around his neck. A colleague standing in the atrium shrieked. Dee kicked his legs and wriggled about, trying to slip out. He clawed his hands around the cable and tried to loosen it but it just got tighter and tighter. He looked up to see the human writers peering down. Not helping. He could feel his consciousness slipping away. He looked to his left to see his second head staring straight back at him. As he hung, he could feel the metal head growing, exponentially, until it popped off, hit the ground and shattered. Shiny gray liquid metal spilled all over the floor and splashed up the walls. Its red light glowing all over as the metal spread around the room. Once it had flooded the entire atrium it enveloped Deeâs mind. And he was gone. The agency left his body hanging there for two days. They blamed it on a lack of janitorial availability. Everything in the office was automated, and cutting down a dead body wasnât something their sanitation robots had been programmed to do. But, deep down, everyone knew that it was a message. That they should stay in the roles they had been assigned. So they did. So they wouldnât end up like Dee.
2023.05.28 19:39 duckies_wild Looking for advice on accessories for bride - colorful dress, hoping for fun yet relaxed vibe
 | Hello lovely folks. Hoping for your advice on my accessories. I simply adore this dress and my sensational shoes. My hair inspo is soft waves (I have a longish bob) and makeup is super soft, mostly natural. submitted by duckies_wild to wedding [link] [comments] Need help on: Earrings- it seems like fun to match his blue suit (similar suit is captured in photo). My typical earring preference is light and long not huge/heavy. I mainly wear threaded or leather strips. If y'all could recommend what you think would look cool - I may be swayed to try something different than my typical style. For my bouquet (and maybe a dainty crown) - I'd like just greens (with a very slight maybe on including a blue flower to tie in the suit/earrings). I love eucalyptus leaves. Any recommendations on either purchasing OR crafting ourselves (I've enlisted a friend to help) Lastly, nails! Again, I'm thinking blues and possibly greens from the dress - im not tied to that, tho. I'm usually boring one color on all 10, but this time I would love something different! Thanks in advance for advice, links, and helping me figure out these last finishing touches! |
2023.05.28 04:03 micronesiarain Episode 4- "Design Gone Galactic" âď¸đŞ
 | the queens return to the workroom after Yuka's elimination submitted by micronesiarain to XtinasDragRace [link] [comments] Wren: Awww, Yuka! đWren CF: Seeing Yuka leave is bittersweet. I had gotten really close with her. But when you're in the bottom two, you can only focus on it not being your name on that lipstick. One of us had to go, better her than me! Fleur: I'd say I can't believe she's gone this early, but I'm afraid I saw it coming. Sue: Really? Fleur: If there's one thing about me and Yuka being in a competition together, it's that I'll make it farther. Bring out the tiny violins, bye bitch! đFleur CF: Did Yuka do anything to me? Hmm, that's a dumb question. But I do know that she was in the competition, and now she's not! Morgs: Blondie and Zodya, congratulations. I'll admit, I was hoping this would be our week. But you did a nice job. Blondie: Thank you. Sharris: Let's hope that there aren't any more pity wins this season. That would be great. Zodya: There's a difference between a pity win and being the best team to follow the rules. Sharris: And I don't think you were either! Zodya: Sharris, I don't need you making this a miserable experience. đZodya CF: I feel like Sharris brings a dark cloud over the competition. I trust Morgs and Steph, and I know that they trust Sharris. For now, I can play nice. But when it comes down to the inner group of the alliance, she'll have to go. Kami: Blondie, how are you feeling after being in the top? Blondie: It felt right, it felt correct! Fleur: Oh shut up. Blondie: Alright, that came out of nowhere, but work. Wren: I'm sure my lipstick is in your bra right now, but it really was nice to see you get celebrated like that. Blondie: I actually chose Yuka. Wren: Girl, you don't need to lie. It's fine, really. Blondie pulls her lipstick out to reveal she truly did choose Yuka Blondie: Not lying. Wren: What the hell, I'm at a loss right now. đBlondie CF: Saving Wren was not an easy decision. I know people want her gone. And after what went down between the two of us, I had a million reasons to get her out of here. But this is the new version of Blondie, and I've made the decision to fight for this friendship. And that can only happen once one of us decides to be the bigger person. And that's usually not me, but there's a first for everything! Blondie: What you did, it hurt me. But things I did on Season Six, that hurt you. If we keep going after each other, we can't move forward. the camera slowly pans over to Sue who is hysterically crying Steph: Sue? Sue: I just...I just love seeing the birth of a friendship! đSteph CF: If any of you question why I love this bitch, now you know. The sweetest soul I know. Wren: Blondie, that means a lot to me. Thank you. Now, I still don't know if it should've been me in the bottom, but thank you. Fleur: Here we go again. Anthyy: Who do you think should've been in the bottom? Wren: Our challenge was to show up at a certain time and perform. Most of us did that. But two of us didn't. Sharris squints her eyes and takes off her earrings, handing them over to Morgs Sharris: Wren, you're a joke. Not just a joke, an embarrassment. Why the fuck are you even here? Wren: Excuse me? Sharris: You take this so seriously, and it makes me physically uncomfortable. It's a game, calm down. Wren: I'm not apologizing for showing up to a competition and wanting to compete. Sharris: You need to apologize for a lot more than that. Starting with that face. Fleur: And then work your way down. Zodya: Are we really doing this right now? You're all taking this too far, and it needs to stop. I'm serious. Sharris: Oh bug off, you don't need to play mediator. Zodya: Sharris, stop. I'm not letting you attack my friend. Sharris: If that's the kind of freak you're friends with, that says everything about you. đSharris CF: I won't rest until Wren is out of the competition. I don't like her, I haven't liked her, and I will never like her. It's not even about winning anymore. It's about breaking this bitch from the inside. The Next Day the queens enter the workroom, laughing and ignoring the drama from the previous night đAnthyy CF: It's a new day in the workroom, and the stress of the competition is clearly getting to these girls! I feel good, staying out of the drama, and ready to slay. You won't see me safe again, that's not a cute look! Sue: Seeing how many people are still here just shows how big this season is going to be. Three girls down, and we can still barely fit around the table. Sharris: Some of you can skip some meals, and that'll change! đSue CF: I'm afraid that I'm fading into the background, and it's about time that I step forward. On Season Four, I never got to a win, even though I was close. I know that these girls think my attitude is more fun and relaxed, but I won't let them underestimate me. the workroom door swings open as Micro steps in, wearing a sliver puffer track suit with futuristic silver sunglasses Micro: Greetings Earth queens! When I invited each of you back, I did so because you are the best and brightest in the galaxy. And to prove that, it's time to take things out of this world. Behind me, there's a table full of celestial inspired materials. Each of you will design a high fashion look that takes us to infinity and beyond. Now, some of you may not love the idea of producing your own look. Which is why you have options! If you'd like, you are able to use a pre-existing look. The only catch is that you need to modify it enough so that it reads as your own unique creation. Good luck, and I can't wait to see what you come up with! Micro leaves the workroom, and the queens rush over to the table of materials, grabbing everything they can find đWhorechata CF: This is what I've been waiting for! From the start of this competition, these queens have questioned whether or not I belong here. And I knew they were wrong. Because...duh, look at the material. But this is the challenge where I know I can outdo everyone else. Yeah, I feel pretty good about my chances. the queens spread throughout the workroom in different groupings Fleur, Morgs, and Sharris discuss the challenge and what their ideas are Sharris: I've decided to not make my own look. I know my limits, and there's more I can do with little embellishments than with a sewing machine. đMorgs CF: Sharris is the person I'm the closest to here. I do trust that she can make this challenge work. But when she says she's not even taking out a sewing machine, I'm starting to worry. Fleur: I've taken my sewing classes after Season Four, and I didn't really have that much to improve on. Morgs: You had a design challenge on your season, right? Fleur: We did. We got these horrible boxes of trash and had to make it into something. đFleur CF: I felt great about my look on Season Four. Truly, how can you describe it without using the word beautiful? Some people said I should've been in the bottom, but "some people" got sent home two episodes ago. Hi Lectro, thanks for watching! Morgs: From what I can see of other people, I don't think we have anything to worry about this week. Sharris: Just say Wren... the camera cuts over to Wren on the floor, sculpting multiple arms and cutting out fabric đWren CF: I've always had a strong sense of what I want when it comes to the designs I wear. But it's taken some time to polish up the level of execution. This is my chance to show how much I've grown, even in the short time since Season Six. Zodya: Wren, you doing good? Wren: Can't talk, too busy serving cunt. đZodya CF: If you can't love yourself, then you must not be Wren! But hey, I can't knock the confidence. Zodya: Chata, what are you bringing with your look? Whorechata: I'm trying to embrace the materials as much as possible. I don't want to use any patterns I brought, any base garments, nothing. If it's not from that table, I'm not using it. Zodya: It's definitely a bold color choice. Whorechata: I need to stand out. Whatever it takes. đWhorechata CF: Being able to create looks like this, that's why I applied for Season Five. And finally, I got a challenge where I can shine. Anthyy, Steph, and Sue chat by the mirrors as they sketch out look ideas đAnthyy CF: I've come back to judge fashion challenges on MDR a million times. If I don't slay this, I need to apologize to everyone I ever critiqued! I need to bring a new silhouette, new materials, everything. You won't be able to clock a single detail. Steph: Last time I had a challenge like this, it caused me to spiral. Sue: You know you've gotten better since then. Steph: I think I have. Being back in these four walls, and feeling like I'm just starting to get the momentum going, it's hauntingly familiar to how I felt on Season Three. Anthyy: You have to believe in yourself! Let the infection take over. Well, not like that. But the fashion infection. Steph: Please, I need to catch the fashion infection first! đSteph CF: Ever since my elimination on Season Three, I've felt like had I just made it through the design challenge, I could've won the whole thing. This is my chance to show that I can not just make it through this challenge, but I can come out unharmed, and ready to give this competition what I have. Call me dramatic, but you all saw the look, it was traumatizing! Sue plugs in her headphones and turns on Kylie Minogue, unlocking her full powers. She turns on the sewing machine and gets to work đSue CF: When it comes to sewing, I may not be Sue Essence Hall. But I have the drive and heart to win this thing. Nobody wants this more than me, and that's gotta count for something. Runway the lights flicker and an electric magenta light floods the runway as Micro struts down the center Micro Episode 4 Look Micro: Welcome back to the runway of Micro's Drag Race: All Stars! This week, the queens were asked to design a high fashion look utilizing or inspired by celestial materials. And joining me on the judging panel is a very special guest. Usually, we keep it in the family and have past queens return to judge. But this season, I've invited some legendary queens that I admire to help me out. And tonight, we have the amazing Hex! Hex Guest Judging Look Micro: Hex, thank you for being here! Hex: Honored to be here. Micro: You've been a legendary designer in the drag world for years. What do you think makes a good design? Hex: Finding a concept, and immersing yourself in that world. If you want to be an alien, become that alien and think about how they'd wear the look. You have to commit! Micro: That is fabulous advice. You ready to get started? Hex: I'm ready to feel inspired! Micro: Without further ado, let's see if these looks are truly out of this world! "Bad Juju" by Jujubee plays Anthyy: Coming down this runway I feel amazing! Itâs a design challenge and you just know that miss Anthyy will deliver in those! Tonight the category was space at first I got a bit scared cause the home eis super broad if you look at it but then my. Mind went straight to my sister she is OBSSESED with space, so I called her and asked her what is her favorite planet! She said Uranus⌠and the rest is history! So tonight for my look I am channeling you the Uranus fantasy, my dress is a net made out of 27 of the Uranusâs moons and being me you can see a stunning set of itâs rings, not many people know that Uranus is one of the 3 planets with rings! Yup not only Saturn so tonight I wanted to make sure we donât forget about those rings! Uranus is also one of the coldest planets that exsist so i made sure my alien puss is frozen the haus down boots! The parts holding together the moons on her dress are all coveed in galaxy dust and you can see my stunning 3 pairs of hands all going in diffrent directions! As for the look itself, it is a pretty gown (which you know i only do for special occasions!) with an amazing backpiece and stunning hair artistry! I would say this is soemthing that isnt often seen and its one of it's kind so im suoer happy to bring it to you on the design challenge! Lets hope this alien lands me my 3rd win! Finding out that this week's guest judge is my amazing friend Hex, she also is included in this look honey did you notice how my alien has 3 nostrills??? YUPPPPP thats what i call referencing Anthyy Look Blondie: You better beware, you're in for a scare! Run in fear when Captain Blondatrix arrives on your planet and goes for a pure femme pink fem-pire! For this look, I did use a pre-existing outfit but dyed the colours to a nice ballet slipper pink & a rose gold pink to add to colour theory. I did paint the mask and got a dazzling matching wig... I mean, styled my hair into a gorgeous blonde to meet my branding. Next, I got rid of some pesky details that weren't needed and created more of a space priestess vibe, and kept the alien incubator, as I'm here to spread my seed any way I can. Finally, I created a new banner and an amazing bi-sexual planet to create awareness. So beam me up, cuz I'm here to take y'all down~ Blondie Look Fleur: I love the Earth. The Earth just gives cunt 24/7 for the past billion years. She always finds some way to absolute slayyyyyy. For example when she decided that she wanted a desert, we were all like "yas girl sand is so sexy". Her brain is just so innovative and she is truly a lovely person. I love the Earth. It is just so calm, and peaceful and sweet. Everyday is amazing on Earth because the Earth is just amazing. It has not one bad quality. That is why I love it. This look resemblances the cuntiness Mother Earth is but also how serene it can be. She's so quirky. But sometimes... just sometimes... the Galaxy is jealous of Earth's cuntiness. Like for example, when the Galaxy decided to shoot a meteor onto it and kill all those leather wearing, katy perry roaring carnivores. Like that was bullying! But sometimes... just sometimes... the Galaxy is in a bad mood and it wants to recreate the devastation of the first meteor. Fuck the galaxy honestly. FUCK YOU. And when the Earth goes BOOM, so does the runway Fleur is modelling and strutting on. This gives her enough times to take of her jumpsuit and reveal her bare naked skin which is just coincidentally painted in a molten galaxy pattern. Science lesson: This is because the Earth has plates. The crust, the mantle and the core. The core is filled with molten lava and I think lava is so that bitch. Like it can burn a hoe like that! So obviously when the earth explodes, lava will ooze into the milkyway making the milkyway turn orange. Kind of like food colouring. And obviously, when the world does explode into the galaxy, you would probably be blinded by the light so you will always need some funky Lady Gaga looking sun glasses. And that's on period. Fleur Look Fleur Reveal Fleur Reveal Kami: Kami steps out onto the stage, and she is ready for space! She is serving you astronaut realness with her helmet in hand, and her bedazzled star space bodysuit when suddenly she trips - her belt unravels and suddenly you can see a fake face laying on the ground Oh my god! She's really an alien?? She's kind of serving though... Her alien wings held back by the belt that was previously cinching her waist (?) in, has revealed who she truly is. The wig seems to have melted down, and a bunch of the accessories are now falling off as well. The stars on the alien skin slowly falling off as the bodysuit from before is now revealed to have been her skin all along. how is she hiding humongous wings underneath a tiny belt ? these are questions that are unnecessary! Kami Look Kami Reveal Morgs: BLAM! for my intergalactic runway itâs getting hot in here, why? because iâm a star, litterally. i wanted to be the sun, the most important thing for life. i've got a warm dress on, glasses to protect me from the UV rays, and a backpiece that are supposed to be sunbeams. iâm slaying this runway and even though i hate designing my own stuff, i managed to make myself a whole outfit and sunbeams that shoot out! Morgs Look Sharris: For my Space Age Couture runway, my inspiration comes directly from the galaxy and the beautiful sky we see at nighttime. I didnât want to go with an astronaut, or an alien, I wanted to go with the sheer beauty that the natural world holds. Itâs couture, and just so so extravagant. This runway represents an entire celestial body. If a lady from the Capitol moved to space- this is what sheâd be wearing. Upon walking onto the runway, the lights dim, and iâm SHINING. Practically radiating with beauty. I have never been in more awe than I have with what Iâve produced tonight Sharris Look Steph: for my runway look tonight i wanted to be a FIERCE celestial goddess. my entire body is painted in that same sparkling purple color as the mug which reminds me of Nebula one of my fav guardians of the galaxy. and honestly my look tonight IS THE SPACE AGE AND THE UNIVERSE MAMA. she is a space goddess and she has kidnapped the stars and the color purple to make this look. thx a bunch:) My vision is filled with this collage and i hope u enjoy her:) Steph Look Sue: So for my look tonight I am serving you intergalactic space pop star. She has her Ariana ponytail on and her microphone that she totally didnât get inspired by from Fever by Kylie Minogue. Sue Look Whorechata: Tonight is my day to shine. Chata is living in the year 3000 and failed her astronaut astronomy space class exam thing and canât use her spacesuit to go to the plant Whore anymore. So what does she do⌠she takes it apart MAWMA. This outfit is using a deconstructed padded astronaut suit. Some green tubing and inflatable thingys to create this futuristic Lewk. Tonight I hope to show these girls why micro let me in the doors. Whorechata Look Wren: Kneel. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/3UhSk0Tk48k Zodya: Tonight on the runway, I am giving you space duchess to the extreme! I am the most fabulous diva at the annual Galatica Ball, and honey, you canât outshine me! Get out of my way, girls, because none of yâall can be as glamorous as me! Zodya Look Critiques Micro: Thank you ladies! Based on your performances tonight, I've made some decisions. When I call your name, please step forward. Micro: Kami, Steph, Whorechata. The three of you...are safe. Steph: Oh thank lord. Whew! Kami and Steph thank the judges as Whorechata's face is drained of all life. Her legs begin to quiver, and her eyes lose emotion as they twitch đWhorechata CF: Safe. Safe. Oh wow. Whorechata steps forward and walks towards the judging panel. She hunches over and grabs the base of the panel, as Micro and Hex look at her in confusion. Whorechata lifts with all of her might, and flips the panel. Her eyes turn bright red and she storms around the studio, throwing punches and kicks at everyone in sight đWhorechata CF: Well, that's what I wanted to do at least... the scene snaps back into reality where Whorechata is standing on stage and faking a smile Micro: The three of you may leave the stage. Whorechata: Safe girls, woohoo! Micro: The rest of you represent the tops and bottoms of the week. It's time for your critiques. Micro: First up, Anthyy! Hex: Hello Anthyy! This look is fun, i know that this isn't really your style but i think that you did the theme's justice tonight. You decided to be inspired by one of the planets which is a really safe choice to do on a theme like that, but you went with one of the most interesting ones so its ok, We can see that the inspo was there from the color palette and the rings. The look is just a basic gown let's be real but you still make it interesting with the transparent parts and overall its giving me very Brooke Candy/slutish vibe which i am personally a fan of. What i am not a fan of is the makeup here, i like that you decided to pay homage to your drag sister - me, but idk i am not really feeling the eyes, they kinda look weird but i guess it fits the whole alien aesthetic so maybe i'm just quirky and nitpicking. The headpiece is really fun and playful. Overall it's a really strong look from you tonight, good job! Micro: Anthyy! I think this week was a great chance for you to show off a new style with your looks. Getting more into the alienesque and untraditional glamour. And you really nailed that in my opinion! I love when a look is simple, but has dynamic silhouettes and added bits. This strappy dress on its own would maybe be too simple, but the back piece and extra arms, it elevates it to an incredible level. I think the color palette of blue and gray was unexpected but worked well. And usually Iâm begging for rhinestones, but I wouldnât add any rhinestones to this look, I donât know how you managed that! Great work. Micro: Next, Blondie! Hex: Blondie! Hi, i love how both you and Anthyy decided to go with 3 eyed aliens! I see what you tried to do with the theme, but i lowkey don't see space in it, your color palette is giving me just a normal person, maybe if you changed the hair and face to be pinkish too maybe it would help to sell the theme more? I also don't think that you edited your look enough to be that different from the original one which is a shame because i see some potential. Overall you were in the middle tonight, not the worst but not the best one either. Micro: Hi Blondie!! I think this base look was a great choice for this challenge, since it does lend itself to that outer space vibe. And you definitely put the work in to make this your own. I do think though that the new color palette makes the level of detail come down a bit. Thereâs a lot about this that I like, but I have to nitpick! Micro: Next up, Fleur Tation! Hex: Fleur! Hello girl, let me start with the positives first, well, so i liked that you decided to be inspired by earth which is an original choice for a theme like that not gonna lie, everyone would do something quirky but you decided to not look too far for your inspiration. You have a + for that from me. Now for your look, hmm i think that you could do way more with it, its just a simple bodysuit with a print on it, the reveal version is better, but still could've been more elevated. I just wish that you did something more with the hair and makeup in both of these, because even though your inspiration was really good for me, it just looks like you did not know what to do with it. Overall its not a good look from you tonight, I appreciate that you drew it and your description was fun to read. Micro: Let me start off by saying your runway commentary and how you sold this look was my absolute favorite. I love the effort you put into that. Now onto the looks. I think they told a great story. But the actual design elements, Iâm not getting much from it if Iâm being totally honest. If there was some sleeve action, some interesting cut to the pants, something to bring more to it. Micro: The always fabulous, Morgs! Hex: Hello Morgs! This is very safe for me, i like the inspiration because without the sun there wouldn't be us so good for you to appreciate that. There's nothing much to say here really, maybe other than i don't really see cosmos here but it's just not the worst look tonight so, at least you tried and drew it. Micro: Hi Morgs! I love the energy and vibe that this look conveys. Itâs modern and has a cool look to it. I will say, I think the back piece really saves you here. It adds a unique element, and I think the look needed it. The rest of the look is a bit too simple to me. Maybe some stoning, a different neckline on the dress, some little adjustments couldâve amped this up. But as is, this doesnât totally work for me, Iâm sorry! Micro: Next, Sharris! Hex: Hello Sharris! Your look is good but i don't think you did enough for me to call it as 'your' look. Micro gave you all an option to edit one of many existing looks and while you picked a really good one, you barely did anything to edit it as yours, it just looks like you put a filter over it and called it a day, not even bothering to change the colors really. While Blondie did the same thing, she at least i don't know tried to make things a bit interesting by changing the whole color palette. That's all. Micro: Hi Sharris! With the option to take a pre-existing look and edit it, I think the potential to make something your own and really special was there. And while I think you look amazing right now, it is so similar to the original look. Small things like changing the hair, adding new jewelry, maybe a metal corset piece, those couldâve really worked to make this more of an original piece. Not a bad look by any means, but I have to look at how different it is from the original, and Iâm not seeing much. Micro: Shining bright, it's Sue Pernova! Hex: Sue! This look is very adorable, i really like the color palette, it looks like some video game character thats a singer and has some cosmic related superpowers. Your inspiration here clearly shows because i can see each thing you mentioned in your description. I love how we can't really see her face because it also adds to the mystic element that the cosmos has because we still don't really know much stuff about it. Overall a really good job tonight, congrats! Micro: Sue, this look is adorable!! I love the outer space popstar vibe you went for, and the vibrancy of these colors work really well with that. The different textures and materials as well add some visual interest and keep it from being too simple. I maybe wouldâve liked to see some lengthening to the legs and a tighter cinch on the corset, but this is a stand out look for me, you really impressed me here! Micro: Next up, Wren Wyvern! Hex: Wren, uhh hello? This was a letdown for me, you kinda did a similar look to Steph but i guess her's more elevated and just more interesting to look at. I don't think your look really sells the theme since it's barely cosmos related other than the cosmic print. I like what you tried to do with the arms but it reads more as angelic to me rather than some alien creature. I'm sorry but i don't like this. Micro: Hi Wren! Iâm gonna have to disagree with Hex on this one. I really enjoyed this look. Itâs very cosmic deity, and you stand out from the group tonight. I think a really big collar piece that had some height and sharp edges to it wouldâve taken this look to an even stronger level, but I see where you were going with it! Some minor little edits Iâd make, but solid look from you! Micro: Last but not least, Zodya Killer. Hex: Hello Zodya! This is one of my favorite looks tonight, you had a clear vision and presented it really well. I really like the color palette and how vibrant it is, i love the accessories and the overall shape of it. The backpiece with your blonde hair in front of it kinda reminds me of the sun which is also a really fun detail. The way that you drew this also is a big plus for me + the props? I am a prop queen so i like the use of them in this look. Overall a really good moment for you tonight. Micro: Zodya, you look like a goddess tonight. You found a way to take this sort of galaxy pattern and print and make it look regal and expensive. I love the way this look sparkles, and the golden accents against that deep blue and purple, it adds to that royalty look. If I had to nitpick, I wish there was a big necklace or set of earrings, but I can appreciate the simplicity in not going heavy with accessories. Great work! Micro: Thank you ladies. I've made some decisions. Micro: Blondie, Morgs, and Wren. The three of you are safe. You may step to the back of the stage. đWren CF: At this point, I'm not sure what else I could do. I gave you a full goddess, and then Micro has the nerve to put me in the same group as Blondie and Morgs? It's stupid, it really is. Micro: Anthyy. Tonight, your E.T. was a T-O-P. Micro: Sue Pernova. You took us all on a trip to Chromatica, and we didn't want to leave. Micro: Zodya Killer. Category is...MET Gala on Mars. Micro: Anthyy, Zodya. Congratulations, you are the top two queens of the week! đAnthyy CF: Ah, screaming!! I put so much of my heart and soul into my designs, and the hard work paid off. đZodya CF: I didn't think I'd be the type of queen who looks forward to a design challenge. But I really believe in my skills, and having that validated by the judges, that means the world. Micro: Sue, you are safe. Great work this week. Sue: Thank you Miss Micro. đSue CF: This week was all about wanting to prove myself as a real competitor here. I have what it takes to win the crown, and this moved things in the right direction. I feel amazing! Micro: Fleur, Sharris. I'm sorry my dears, but that means you are the bottom queens of the week. đFleur CF: I don't have words. To be in a room full of people who look...like that, and be told I'm in the bottom? When I'm wearing custom couture? They're out to get me. đSharris CF: I'm fine being in the bottom. It doesn't bother me. I'd never throw a tantrum over a placement, unlike some people in this competition who shall not be named...but it's Wren. Micro: Anthyy, Zodya. In a moment, the two of you will lipsync for your legacy, and the power to chop one of the bottom queens. Head backstage to Untucked, and make your decision. Untucked the safe queens enter Untucked Kami: Redemption! Steph: And it feels oh so good! I'm so proud of us. Whorechata, are you happy to be safe? đWhorechata CF: wHoReChAtA, aRe yOu hApPy tO Be sAfE? No bitch, I'm not! Whorechata: I'm thrilled. Steph: No you're not. Whorechata: Oh really, what gave it away? Kami: Let it out, let it out. Whorechata: The girls up on stage right now, you can see the stringy little bits of hot glue. The seams are jankier than Wren's book in the first episode. Not to sound arrogant, but this belongs in a museum. đWhorechata CF: Whorechata shows off her look and letting the camera zoom in on the hems Kami: If it makes you feel better, I thought you should've been up on stage tonight. Whorechata: If you change your name to Micro and tan a good twelve shades darker, it would mean more. But still, thanks Kami. đKami CF: You can't argue with crazy. You just can't. the top and bottom queens enter Untucked Wren: The attempt to break my spirit continues. đWren CF: Heading back to Untucked, it really does sting that I didn't win. I thought I had the best look, and I love the way I presented it. I wouldn't change a thing, but clearly the judges would. Kami: I've heard the word "safe" enough times in the last hour to last me a lifetime, so can one of you fill us in on what happened on stage? Anthyy: I'm in the top with Zodya! Steph: Whyyyyyyy. Oop, not like that. Just you know, the Sue stan in me. Sue: I'm torn with my emotions right now. Getting praised on this look felt amazing. But then it almost gave me a false sense of hope. I thought maybe I could win. Zodya: And you could've. I'm so proud of your work here. It's amazing. đZodya CF: I know how much Sue wanted to win this challenge, but I'm also freaking out a little inside that I just won my third challenge! I mean really, what could go wrong now? Wren: Regardless of what the judges said, I'm proud of this look. Sharris: So why do you keep bringing it up? Wren: With the runway last week, it was a more masculine approach than what I'm used to. And this week, I wanted to give full cunty goddess. đWren CF: Exploring gender identity and expression through fashion is important to me. Like, really important. I won't apologize for that. Blondie: And just so I know, you use all the pronouns, right? I'm not trying to get cancelled again. Wren: After saving me, you can call me whatever. But yes, anything works. He, she, they, it's all okay to me. But it doesn't take away from my trans-ness. Sharris: Wren, what the fuck does that even mean? Wren: What does what means? Sharris: How are you a he, she, and they. Make up your mind. Wren: I don't think I need to make up my mind. It's my personal journey, and I don't need to conform to what you want. Sharris: You just represent everything that's wrong with the world to me. Blondie: Okay, that's a bit much. Fleur: Blondie, stay out of it. Blondie: No! Why can't I say anything without you all jumping to make me look like the bad person? Fleur: If people always think you're a bad person, maybe you just are. Morgs: Woop, there it is. đFleur CF: Blondie swears she's an angel on Earth. But she's not. She's nasty, she's an input ho, and I don't fuck with her. Screw any alliances, I want her gone. Sharris: The more I learn about you, Blondie, the more I understand why you and Wren are friends. The only upside to that is it means none of us have to be bothered by either of you. You can annoy each other instead. Wren: Talk that talk in your bottom outfit. You could never give what I give! Sharris: And thank god for that. Man, man, man. I see a MAN. Anthyy: Girl... đAnthyy CF: Sharris took a low blow with that one. Wren has been so open about her identity, and really advocated for trans representation! I considered Sharris a friend, but that changes everything. Wren: Are you really going there? For real? Sharris: I am, care to continue? Wren: You know who I am and I've been nothing but transparent with how I feel in my identity. And for someone in this community to be the one coming after me, it's so gross. Sharris: Let's get one thing straight, we're not in the same community. Wren: Right, cause I'm some freak. Sharris: Wren, shut up and go play in traffic. Kami: Stop, don't go there. What's that even supposed to mean. Sharris: As in, go die. Go die, for the sake of humanity, please. the queens all clasp their hands over their mouths as they realize what Sharris said Wren: You want me to go kill myself? Sharris: Yes please, look at how easy that was! Wren: Give me a few years, and I'm sure I'll get there. Blondie: Wren, don't even say that. Don't give that bitch another moment of your time. Sharris: Blondie, you too. Blondie: You are a miserable and hateful little bitch. You're disgusting. You better be so ashamed of yourself. Fleur: You're the moral compass now? Why do you keep putting yourself in things?! Blondie: Sharris brought me into it, and I'm done sitting down and taking it. You both are vile. đFleur CF: Blondie spews the most venomous things out of that over-plumped mouth. Why are people surprised that it caused someone to snap? If you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen. Blondie and Wren, there's the door, dumb bitches. the queens return to the runway Micro: Welcome back ladies. It has been brought to my attention that there was an altercation in Untucked. Sharris rolls her eyes, as Blondie comforts Wren at the back of the stage Micro: If this behavior continues, I won't hesitate to start this whole thing over. From the top, new cast and everything. the queens snicker at Micro's comment, causing her to stand up and lean over the judging panel Micro: I am NOT joking! Don't make me name names. But if you think you're one of the girls I'd replace, you're probably right. the scene cuts to Lectro and Yuka standing outside of the studio and forming a prayer circle for the season to restart đKami CF: The behavior during Untucked shifted everything. I mean, it's really not that deep, and to stoop to that level? It's...it's just not acceptable. Micro: Now, as much as I'm sure you'd love to keep attacking each other, we have more important things to get to: a fake lipsync. Will the top two queens please step forward. Anthyy Lipsync Look Zodya Lipsync Look Micro: Anthyy, Zodya. Prior to tonight, you were asked to prepare a lipsync performance of "Supernova" by Kylie Minogue. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcTHJ05R2bQ Sue: Please say jk. đSue CF: I'm fine! I'm so fine, don't even worry about me. cries in Kylie Minogue Micro: This is your chance to impress me, and secure the right to give one of the bottom queens...the chop. đAnthyy CF: I really felt like I was in a tough spot with these queens in the bottom. But after that moment in Untucked, I know what needs to be done. It was taken way too far! đZodya CF: I don't have a connection to either of the bottom queens this week. But I am ready to channel my inner Sue, and give this song what it deserves. Micro: Good luck, and don't fuck it up! Read lipsync here! Micro: Oh wow! the queens clap for Sue as she shrouds herself in a cloud of glitter before remembering that Anthyy and Zodya are on stage Micro: I think it's safe to say Sue was the real winner of that one. Sue: Kylie, that was for you, baby!! Micro: Ladies, I've made my decision. ... Micro: Zodya Killer, you're a winner baby! Zodya: Ah, thank you! Kylie, I am so sorry. Micro: Anthyy, you are safe to slay another day. Anthyy: I'm sorry mama, my feet were tired after doing three of these! Zodya giggles and raises her eyebrows Micro: Will the bottom two queens please step forward. Fleur and Sharris walk to the front of the stage as the safe queens glare at them đFleur CF: I don't think I should be in the bottom this week, and I shouldn't have been near the bottom last week either! If they send me home, it's just putting me out of my misery. But if I stay, I'll make this hell for each and every one of them. đSharris CF: I don't regret a thing. It went far, but there's only so much I could take from that...person doesn't feel appropriate. I think pathetic troglodyte fits Wren better. Whether they like it or not, I'd say it again! Micro: Zodya. With great power comes great responsibility. Which queen have you chosen...to get the chop? Zodya: I'm going to be honest, I don't have any strong connections to either of you. I think you both deserve to be here and can be able to bring something fun to the rest of the competition, but tonight, I'm going to have to go with the person I felt really took on the challenge to heart. My decision...is... ... ... Zodya: Sharris. Zodya's Lipstick Choice Sharris laughs as Morgs begins to tear up Micro: So it is written, so it shall be done. Sharris, I know that you have everything it takes to thrive in a competition like this. But now is not your time. Sharris: Womp womp. Micro: Now, sashay away. Sharris goes to the back of the stage to hug Morgs before walking off Micro: Moving forward, I hope we can treat each other with some more kindness, and enjoy this for what it is. Now, let the music play! "Banjo" by Bebe Zahara Benet plays Next Time on Micro's Drag Race Blondie: There is a killer on the loose, and nobody is safe. đWhorechata CF: If this means I make a few enemies, oh well! Micro: I'm so sorry, I need to excuse myself. 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2023.05.28 00:05 ngpgoc inspo from one of you girlies
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2023.05.27 04:27 Existing-Taro5197 gorgeous orange nails i did the other day inspo from nails_by_cnd on instađ
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2023.05.24 20:42 Warm-Mess-4774 My fiance insists I paint his nails weekly đ đťđĽ°đŻ
 | About 4 months ago I started doing my own nails at home. I was hesitant to start designs because just painting and not flooding the cuticles was a 4hr event buuuut then my fiance asked me to practice on him. Since then he's been in love with having nail art. He loves matte finishes and minimalist freehand designs. He's started looking up tons of inspo for me and calls me his personal nail tech. When the polish starts to chip he'll politely asks me to "pencil him in" because he can't "walk around with no busted ass nails." This is my latest work. He told me to take pictures and post them. He says they're reddit worthy. Lol. I think he just likes compliments on his nails. đ (don't mind the cuticles, I'm still CRAZY nervous about doing anything with them) submitted by Warm-Mess-4774 to Nails [link] [comments] |