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Coyote Ugly (2000) dir. David McNally

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@anchoragestarters at the elephant's trunk car wash, CAP 4/6

"Ohmygod, this is not the job I asked for," she was grinding down on her molars as she looked at her arguably spotless pink Cadillac sitting in the lot, unpolished. Was it a crime to want a car that was loud and shiny and annoying to drive down main street and around back roads, past signs like NO SALE OF PUMPKINS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, especially in the white wonderland that had blanketed Anchorage in a warm hug. The town had been such a drag since one of the locals had been laid to rest following some freak accident at the festival — someone needed to liven shit up around here with a pink explosion. Letting out a sigh and waving around the lollipop that she had been working her way through while standing about waiting on her car, she continued to lament to the closest person in her proximity, friend or foe. "Don't ya think the seat looks cracked, too? That wasn't there before. I mean, I don't remember it bein' there, at least." Disgusted with herself, the lollipop free-fell to the ground and pieces of hard candy cracked against the pavement, prying the door open to root around the middle console for her receipt. "Listen, will ya help a girl out and we can march up there and be a real bitch about it? I need my baby to look ready to be seen by the public, and, like, I'm a little rusty with goin' all corporate lingo on it."

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LISA DDU-DU DDU-DU, 180701

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my intros for my clowns will be divided into present-day / fun facts & a background portion. if you’re not interested in reading the background, you can skip it! trigger warnings will be listed before the background portion.

❀ *◦ lisa manoban. genderfluid. she/they/any. homosexual homoromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that bandit vaddhana? i think that the thirty year old from new orleans, louisiana works as burlesque dancer at sweet cheeks cabaret & burlesque lounge, but outside of that people describe them as black cherry lipstick, leaving the landline hanging by the cord, voluminous updo 80s hairstyle, lucky fuzzy dice hanging from a rearview mirror, slot machines pinging and lighting up when you hit the jackpot, hair rollers, pink acrylics, fingertips stained with glitter, heart chokers. i hear they are vainglorious & obsessive, but they are also known to be gregarious & staunch. consider giving them a visit at their home in the marionette and get to know why they’re called the casquette girl.

PIN BOARD. / STATS.

GENDERFLUID, anything goes

PRESENT-DAY:

pink explosion in the wardrobe, and if she's not sporting pink or something glittery, she's into otherwise bright colors

her signature haircut is a black bob with platinum blonde hair on the underside layer, but in her burlesque persona, she wears a long, sandy blonde wig that's blow-dried meticulously into a loud 80s updo

big time dolly parton fan. how many times has she been to dollyworld? tbh who keeps track anymore. anyone who's been friends with her for a tenable amount of time has probably been dragged along for the ride

lots of confidence, for miles. very "i love you but i love me more" personality type. will gloat about her work in burlesque and her big boob job freely. there is nothing shameful about herself or anything worth hiding, at least on the outside

on the inside... well, that's a different story. she's been stuck in a cycle of manic and mixed episodes with major crash outs for the past ten or twelve years and she's determined to refuse therapy until she dies because being zombified on lithium was so boring. she's got a gambling and shopping addiction that's grown to be detrimental to her own survival

her roommate is bernadette lim, and while we're at her list of transgressions, bandit is the signed leaser to the apartment and hasn't paid her bills to the point of eviction notices, because all the money went to gambling. but nobody knows that. yet

drives a 1959 pink cadillac and she would fall to her knees in the rabbit hole parking lot if someone ever keyed her precious baby

her alter ego at the lounge goes by zelie lace

BACKGROUND!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: psychosis, mental illness, addiction, implied homophobia

you were the family gem: the first-generation american in your family to dig worms out of the soil in new orleans. as your parents only child, they set you up for the greatest failure that a parent can: expectations

you were pushed into the gifted classes, you excelled at reading and mathematics, you even won third place at the local science fair as a middle schooler with braces. kids in your class didn't pronounce your name right, and the judges didn't either, but to be frank, you didn't give a flying fuck because you were you and you loved to win

other than parents with a high opinion of their child and a little light ribbing from classmates, your childhood was relatively normal, there was really nothing to speak of. so what went wrong? well, if she had answers to that, she'd have enough money to solve all her problems

graduating at the top of your class, you were inducted into a university in the great city of NOLA with a full ride and a concentration in pre-law. you had plans to be this kick-ass lawyer and take names, too bad you couldn't handle the pressure

funny you should mention it, because the gifted kid burnout led to some interesting choices in bandit's college years. sneaking out, paying adults to buy you alcohol, hooking up with classmates, she made it all the way to the last semester when she blew it at twenty-two. her very first manic episode

she couldn't tell you the day it happened, or anything that came next until the episode spiraled out to an end. fourteen months later, the lights flickered in the restaurant she was dining at and she got up and walked home on autopilot, to a husband she didn't remember marrying who had moved her away from the city, isolated her from her family, and she'd vacated university without properly dropping out, accruing an unpleasant amount of debt for a semester she didn't finished

mortified and hopeless, she called for her parents to collect her. they wouldn't, after the sheer amount of letters and phone calls about debts unpaid, disgraced by their daughter fleeing university with no honor at all. it devastated her

a few months down the line, trapped in a shiny new apartment she hated with her shiny new husband who took advantage of how out of control she was, she ran out onto a highway and was nearly struck by a car as she suffered from paranoid delusions that he was out to kill her

with the help of a friend after the incident, she was able to pack her things and leave new orleans to come back with them to anchorage, where she started fresh and had a liaison serve the divorce papers

the stress of moving sent her spiraling into another manic episode, in the midst of which, she walked into joker's casino and lured by the slots, she became obsessed with the off-chance of winning and blew the last money in her account on it

living with a man she had no recollection of marrying had its perks: her credit score was good enough to land an apartment in the marionette all to herself, but once her off-days from work at the sweet cheeks lounge became consumed by sitting in front of the machines at casinos in recent months, she's fallen behind on paying the rent. way behind

it was after the trauma that her first episode caused and some fooling around that she came to terms with her sexuality, and she's never had a problem owning who she is in any sense of the word, although she does wonder if it means she's lost all chance of winning her parents back over as she does miss them dearly

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𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝐤𝖎𝖑𝖑.

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐃. 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘/𝐀𝐍𝐘. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘. 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄. 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭 & 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞.

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𝖎'𝖒 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖘, 𝖒𝖆𝐤𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑.

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Humming to herself, off-tune, as she descended the stairwell of the Marionette and stepped outside ( a courtesy, if you asked her, because last time she was 'singing too loudly' in the hallway, she got in an argument with one of the neighbors how they're just jealous they can't sing half as good. ) The long strap of her purse was used as a pseudo baton — a purse could be a million things. It could hold your makeup, it could serve as a table in a pinch, and when you swung it around by the straps, it could play helicopter and — WHAM! It smacked someone right on the shoulder. Only realizing that someone was there, a knowing smile usurped her viperlike features, quipping, "Sorry. Crash landin'. Didn't think I'd be in for company at this hour. Wait, do you live in the buildin'? What's ya name? I'm Bandit."

Some people claimed she spoke too fast for them to follow, but hey, you snooze, you lose. Her time was priceless. Sticking out her hand forwardly, she asked, "Can I bum one? A cigarette sounds amazin' right now. Have you seen the Northern Lights yet, tonight? They're soooo bright this time a' year." Her pink heels clicked as she traipsed closer to her new companion, peering up at the night sky that hugged Anchorage after a scarce few hours of sunlight. Sidling up beside him, her eyes alit with the same shade of starshine, she couldn't stay still for long. "Ya know, I think you look like you could use a pick-me-up, it's New Years Eve, after all. Been invited to any parties? 'Cause I'm hostin' one right up the stairs, if you wanna stop by."

open starter: @anchoragestarters where: outside the marionette when: december 31, 2024, after dark

a faint column of smoke rose from the cigarette that was perched between his tattooed fingers, its ember flaring against the winter night with each drag, briefly illuminating the faint tremble of his hand before fading again. the chill of frost in the air gnawed at his cheeks, turning them rosy, but no retreat was made, as though he welcomed the bite. the tension in his posture was clear, head dipped slightly as he leaned against the wall of the complex, the sounds of life continuing behind him: other tenants exchanging bursts of laughter as they lingered, the rhythmic creak and THUD of the entrance door opening and closing, the hum of cars rolling by. none of it touched him—the world around him was draped in a veil of silence, distant and detached, and he, the solitary soul, lost in the stillness. in just a few hours, the final page of the year was to turn, folding into the shadows to await the arrival of a blank slate; a fresh start, the echoes of the past being swept away. what a funny thought. what difference did it make? years changed, numbers on a page shifted, but catastrophe remained constant. with a deep inhale, as though it might fill the hollowness inside him, seokmin held the smoke in his lungs, before it dissipated into the cold void above. the cigarette burned lower, nearly singeing his fingers, but he didn't seem to notice. he also didn't seem to notice the footsteps that had approached, gaze unfocused, locked. only when he felt a tapping on his shoulder did he snap back into reality, body jolting with a sharp inhale, the cigarette falling into the snow, wide eyes darting to the other. “ can you— can you not… do that, please? ” his voice was soft and without any edge of anger, just uneven with the remnants of his shock, a shaky exhale leaving him. after a moment, he asked, “ ...d-did you need something? ”

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lisa + lovesick girls era — anonymous

send me an idol and an era!

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KRISTIN DAVIS as CHARLOTTE YORK in Sex and the City (1998 — 2004)