#Be my princess Roberto

[funshinebf]

well. fantasy/court au for shits n giggles

[jess-21990]

Idk......maybe that sadistic smirk you're wearing Alberto would give that hint xD

[voltageapps]

October 23 is the birthday of Roberto Button from Be My Princess and Be My Princess: PARTY 👸

Happy birthday Roberto!

[jubilantgamer27]

I know Keith and Roberto switched bodies but “Roberto” in Keith’s pajamas is hilarious 😂

[angio2244]

[ID: A Trigun Stampede comic. Wolfwood goes "Oh shit" before the news van crashes into him, sending him flying. Meryl shouts "There's no dying on my watch, Mister!" while Wolfwood comes to with Vash beside him. He thinks, "Huh? Where am I? Wait..." He sits up, worried. "Huh? I can't remember anything... (Except my name.)"

Baffled and captioned "Head empty," he thinks, "What was I doing again? Who's Michael?? An eye? Huh?! Something about a knife? Two knives?" Vash exclaims, "Ah! He's awake!" He's shown sparkling as he smiles and asks, "Um... Are you alright? Sorry for running you over..."

Wolfwood's glasses shatter as the background goes black. Vash sweats, "Um... What's wrong? Your expression's terrifying..." Wolfwood shoots up and grabs Vash's hand. "Angel!! My love." Vash sweats, "HUH? Angel?"

Wolfwood, blushing, says seriously, "It must be fate. God brought us together to meet! I know we just met but... Please, would you marry me?" Wolfwood continues to look enamored and Vash bewildered while, in the front, Meryl says with dead eyes, "I should run him over again." Roberto, equally dead-eyed and drinking, says, "Too late. He's got brain damage."

Next, Wolfwood protectively holds an arm in front of Vash and growls, "I will protect you!" Vash sweats, "There's really no need!!" Then, Wolfwood smiles and rubs Zazi's head, and Zazi thinks, "Wow, he's really good at acting..."

Last is another comic. Zazi tells Wolfwood, "You're supposed to be guiding Knives' brother (Vash) to him." Wolfwood says nonchalantly, "No I'm not. We're getting married." Zazi goes wide-eyed and then reports to Knives, who shouts, "The Punisher said what!?" End ID]

Thank you @princess-of-purple-prose for description!

[sallowsswan]

Slytherin Boys W/ Ballerina!Reader as Pas De Deux 🩰

SO I'm back at it again with more ballet stuff! Last time I did headcanons for Mattheo if he was dating a ballerina. This time however, we're going down the route of what Pas De Deux (pair dance) the boys would do with a ballerina reader if they danced together.

Lorenzo Berkshire

White Swan Pas De Deux (Swan Lake)

Choosing one for our boy Enzo was EXTREMELY difficult because I secretly headcanon him being a danseur already so picking just one dance for him was hard. I went with the famous white swan pas de deux from Swan Lake where he is the role of Prince Siegfried and the reader is Odette. It's a beautiful, and heartbreaking pas de deux where Odette and Siegfried get to know each other better with it ending in Odette putting her trust in Siegfried to make a vow of true love in order to free her from Von Rothbart's spell. (In this video the pas de deux is performed by famous dancers Svetlana Zakharova and Roberto Bolle. The part at 5:09 where he embraces her makes we weeeeeeep)

Theodore Nott

Giselle act 2 Pas De Deux (Giselle)

For Theo's I decided to play a little into the headcanon of him being a casanova and went the route of Giselle. Theo's character would be Albrect (sometimes known as Count Albrect, Duke Albrect, or in other versions Prince Albrect) the reader's character is Giselle, who died of a broken heart when she found out Albrect was bethrothed to another woman. Another beautiful and heartbreaking piece as Giselle is trying to protect Albrect until dawn from the wrath of the willis (spirits of young maidens that died before marriage) who wish to make him dance to his death. The queen of the willis Myrtha uses Giselle to lure Albrect away from the safety of her tombstone by making her dance a seductive pas de deux that lures him in like a siren singing a song. (In this video the pas de deux is danced once again by famous dancers Svetlana and Roberto. They're one of my favorite dance partner pairings!)

Draco Malfoy

Sugarplum and Cavalier (The Nutcracker)

My first fictional love, I had to give Draco one of my favorite pas de deux which is from The Nutcracker between the sugarplum fairy and her cavalier. I don't think I need to explain which roles these two are, it's a beautiful piece with beautiful music performed near the end of the story. (I've inserted my FAVORITE rendition of this dance performed by famous dancers Anna Tsygankova and Matthew Golding)

Mattheo Riddle

Black Swan Pas De Deux (Swan Lake)

When it comes to my headcanons I said that Mattheo liked Don Quixote and Giselle, but this man also in my headcanon has an absolute WEAKNESS for Swan Lake. So when he gets to be the part of Siegfried and the reader is playing Odile? He's absolutely giddy because this pas de deux is alluring and seductive as Odile is playing poor Siegfried like a fiddle making him believe she's actually Odette. (For this video the pas de deux is danced by one of my favorite dancers Gillian Murphy with Angel Corella)

Tom Riddle

Opening Scene (Swan Lake)

I could've easily went full delulu and gave Tommy a pas de deux, but come onnnnn. I'm giving this man the role he was MADE FOR. The opening scene from ABT's Swan Lake. He's the role of the sorcerer Von Rothbart while the reader is Odette. So enchanted by the beautiful princess he runs into in the woods he tries to charm her only to find her displeased and so what does he do? Takes her for his own and changes her into the form of a swan to keep her close to him. (For this video it's from ABT's Swan Lake they recorded back in the early 2000's with Gillian Murphy as Odette, Marcelo Gomes as the handsome human Von Rothbart and Isaac Stappas as Von Rothbart's other form)

Blaise Zabini

Nikiya and Solor act 1 (La Bayadere)

I'm not too familiar with Blaise, so forgive me everyone but I didn't want to leave him out. I chose my favorite pas de deux from La Bayadere where Blaise would be Solor a warrior and the reader is Nikiya a beautiful temple dancer. The two are secret lovers that are reunited and dance together before swearing their love under the sacred flame. (For this one I went with yet again Svetlana and Roberto because they ATEEEEEE this pas de deux up with their chemistry alone!)

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Propaganda

Ingrid Bergman (Gaslight, Casablanca, Notorious)—Where do I even begin with Ingrid Bergman? I fell in love with her with her astounding performance in the 1956 version of Anastasia -- the best Anastasia movie in large part due to her wonderful and touching performance. She's got this amazing, fascinating intensity to her in whatever role she's in. She commits 100%, and she's got this light in whatever she's in that's stunning. She's utterly convincing no matter what she plays, from an amnesiac possible lost princess, from a nun, from a woman taking her revenge on the town that wronged her, to light romantic comedy. She's never missed in any role I've seen her in! Also she became quite the MILF.

Samia Gamal (Afrita Hanem)— Egyptian movie star and belly dancer oh my god she is ELECTRIC and unbelievably charismatic, the way she can move her body matched with that perfect smile will melt you

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Ingrid Bergman:

God, she's fantastic. She's both beautiful and a compelling actor who's more than capable of putting the whole movie on her shoulders if necessary. It's worth noting that while her beauty is conventional, she was seen as refreshingly "natural" with more eyebrows and less makeup than many other leading ladies of the time. She's well known for her role in Casablanca, but in Notorious, Spellbound, (both available on archive.org ) and Gaslight (1944) she shows how immensely capable she is.

I mean...she's Ingrid Bergman. I feel like that should be enough, you know? She's physically beautiful (her eyes!) but watching her is like a transcendent experience. Her voice, her expressions... beautiful woman, beautiful actor.

I'm a gay man but even I understand her appeal. I'll watch any movie she shows up in. Gorgeous woman.

Just try and watch her movies without sighing wistfully, then get back to me!

Choosing 1-3 movies where Bergman was at her hottest was agony because, of course, she was always at her hottest. Not just because she was beautiful but because she was absolutely willing to go up against the bs women in Hollywood were constantly dealing with. When exiled from Hollywood for having an affair with Roberto Rossellini, not only did she refuse to apologize at any point, but she went on to say that Hollywood's films had grown stagnant and boring to her. Though she said she appreciated her time working there, she wanted to try new, different techniques (hence starring in Italian neorealist films, working on stage, and acting under directors like Ingmar Bergman). She was not afraid to chase after her artistic ideals and go outside the box regardless of what society had to say about it. From her first movie to her last she killed it. There's so much more to say about Bergman's career and life, but I've already written five million words so I'll stop at that.

ion words so I'll stop at that.

One of the most incredible actors I've ever seen on film. Her facial expressions are so intricate and poignant that I cannot look away. I'm either ace or straight, but damn she made me question that.

SEVEN TIME OSCAR NOMINEE QUEEN. Girl also PULLED, having affairs with famously hot men Gary Cooper and Gregory Peck IN ADDITION to her three marriages...sexy

She has a very natural beauty to her, and she's from Sweden!

She left Hollywood and only became more beautiful. You could drown in her eyes. She can look innocent AND like she's seen it all. She is effortlessly elegant. She's played Joan of Arc (automatically hot) AND was in the movie that coined gaslight as a term. And where would we be without that!

She was known for being a breath of fresh air on the movie scene at the time with her windswept hair, dreamy smile and soulful eyes. I have loved her in every movie I have seen her in - she was just magnetic!

Where do I even start. There's a neighborly quality to this beautiful, talented actress that makes her hotness one of a kind and her looks impossible to forget

With a career spanning five decades, Bergman is often regarded as one of the most influential screen figures in cinematic history. Known for her naturally luminous beauty, Bergman spoke five languages – Swedish, English, German, Italian and French – and acted in each.

She's hot, don't get me wrong, but I've always found her very approachable, like she could easily be a member of my friend group

A lot of the time hotness in a movie is just about words and framing. "You're the most beautiful person here" [vaseline lens] well I sure hope so because that's who you cast. But when, in Casablanca, they call Ingrid Bergman the most beautiful woman in the world... they were not fucking lying. And such a dynamite actor too!! I'd only seen Casablanca up until last year, and there she's confined to love interest. But in Gaslight she was maybe one of the most incredible actors I've ever seen!!!! Goddddd shes so fucking hot and cool.

Samia Gamal:

[jojikawa]

Vash the Stampede x Starfire!reader

Vash the Stampede and a Fem/Fem-bodied reader who is an Alien Princess that ends up in Noman's Land!

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Vash didn’t expect to see many other forms of life apart from Homosapiens. Humans. The standard stuff. Before Meryl, Roberto, and Nicolas, he was mostly on his own. It was hard to separate himself from his brother who would terrorize everyone. They were twins, after all. So, when he came across you, someone who clearly wasn’t human, he was extremely surprised. Just at a glance, he wasn’t able to tell exactly what you were but it didn’t seem good at all. You were humanoid which was identifiable enough, looking similar to a human woman. Vash only learned of you because there was a huge commotion of “some chick” going around and terrorizing a large settlement.

At first, Vash believed it to be Naï before he learned it was a woman. When he finally came in contact with you, he saw how distressed you looked. Your body language showed it all.

Vash was the only person who could restrain you because everyone else wanted to deal with you through violence. Although bullets didn’t have any effect on your diamond skin, they made you much angrier and that would only put more people in danger. He tried over and over to talk to you but you were unable to understand his language, so he communicated the only way he knew that worked.

He pressed his forehead to yours lovingly, hands holding either side of your head. It was an odd gesture but it worked for the plants…and it was the only way to keep you from headbutting him. Lucky enough for him, it worked! You seemed to calm down. Although, it wasn’t because of his thoughtful gesture. You just became extremely confused and eventually docile. Then he removed your cuffs.

“My name is Vash. Can you tell me your name? Where you’re from? I can take you home.”

The only thing Vash received in response was a cute head tilt from you. At first, he believed you to be mute until you actually began speaking. 

“Zu’u krosis nuz Zu’u nis mindoraan hi.”

“Eh!?” Vash sweatdropped with a blush of embarrassment covering his face. He’s never heard a language like that before. You beckoned him to bend down to your height and once he obliged, you pressed your lips to his. The kiss made his cheeks turn red and burn with delight!

When you pulled away, Vash stepped back. You held your fingertips over your lips. “Mmm…V-Va-sh?” You repeated, broken English and all before correctly saying his name. “Vash.”

You smiled kindly. “I am sorry if I’ve startled you with my actions. It was the only way I could learn your language.”

Vash, now astonished at your ability to speak perfectly, could only stare and fumble over his words. “I-I…uh *ahem* No problem!” He rubbed the nap of his neck with his prosthetic arm. “Can you tell me where I am in the solar system?” You asked politely.

Your new escort noticed that your attire was extremely different. It was skimpy but tattered as if you had just escaped from somewhere. 

“You’re on Noman’s land—H-Hey, you should put something on! It gets really cold here at night.” Vash began to remove his jacket. “Why are you giving this to me? Does it not belong to you?” You allowed him to place his cloak around your shoulders, closing it just a bit to hide your body. It was very much clear now that you weren’t human but your body was extremely humanoid with assets similar to a human female. Your appearance could be considered distracting given that your clothes were partially destroyed, leaving yourself for all to see.

“T-Trust me. You need it way more.”

You looked down at yourself, unsure of what he was referring to. You dismissed it, carrying on the conversation. “Can you please inform me of what the ‘land of no men is’?” You looked around for a brief moment. “Just at a glance, I can see that this place is nearly uninhabitable. Is that the origin or ‘no men’ and if so, why are you here?”

Vash laughed awkwardly. “It’s a long story. First, we need to—“

“Hey!”

The two of you were interrupted by a group of people. They had guns, all pointed at you. They surrounded the both of you and the circle grew ever smaller.

“Out of the way, Vash.” An older woman motioned her gun to the side. “It’s best we trade this gal for a new plant.”

The confrontation made you furrow your eyebrows. Your eyes began to glow. “Do not worry, I will handle the hostiles.”

Vash didn’t know at all what you were trying to do but he could tell you would easily kill these people. “N-No! Wait!” He threw out his arms, trying to cease the conflict between you and the citizens of this run-down village.

Unfortunately, at the same time, the people fired their guns, and lasers shot from your eyes. You would have killed the ones in front of you if Vash didn’t tackle you. Neither of you were hit by the bullets

“What are you doing?” You questioned, pushing him off of you. “I’m protecting them! Dot hurt them!” The man begged. 

“Last chance! Give her over.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Vash, why are you protecting these inhabitants? They are using lethal force on me while you are in the crossfire.”

Vash got up from on top of you before quickly turning to your attackers. “Guys, it’s okay! I’ll fix the plant and you’ll never see her again!”

And that’s how your relationship with Vash the Stampede began. He somehow convinced the townsfolk to let you go despite the damage you caused. You began traveling with him on his adventures and met new humans called Meryl, Roberto, and Nicolas.

They all had their different opinions of you. Roberto wanted nothing to do with you, only believing you’d bring more trouble. I mean, why did you show up the way you did? Yeah, no. Anyways. 

Meryl believed you were important somehow. Vash told her how the two of you met. It would make an amazing story! She asked you many things, even about your homeland. Of course,  she was skeptical at first, but who isn’t?

Nicolas thought you were the cutest. He loved teasing you with words and phrases you didn’t know or failed to understand. He nicknamed you “firecracker” because of your temper.

Yet, not all of them knew your story. Your real story. Being a gentleman, Vash didn’t want to pry, even if you were an illegitimate couple. He felt loyal to you somehow because of your circumstances and he was the only person you ever kissed to expand on the human language. That means you two cared about each other, yeah? There seemed to be some kind of boundary. 

The lot of you settled down for the night with a campfire. The humans were tired and didn’t want to spend the night driving. They were hungry as well.

Meryl wanted to know more about the attack that ensued when you first arrived. She claimed that it would make a good story, even telling you that she could possibly be promoted from it so, naturally, you felt obligated to help one of your friends. The small group began to grow on you and made you feel as though you could trust him.

As you told your story, Vash couldn’t help but give you a sad look. You turned out to be such a nice person and he couldn’t believe the situation you were in.

You sighed. “I have learned that my native tongue is nearly impossible for lower life forms to pronounce. That is why I have you call me (y/n) instead.” You ignored Roberto taking a swig of his drink with a big sigh. “I am from a planet that is…light years away. I am considered to be its leader. Like…a princess of sorts.” 

Meryl almost choked on her water. “A princess!? I have to write this down…” 

“You’re a princess?” Your partner tilted his head, his eyebrows raising at your statements. You silently nodded. Your gaze fell into your lap. “We were invaded by hostile life forms who tried to enslave our people. To keep bloodshed to a minimum, I tried to form an agreement with the invaders.” Your gaze shifted to the side, looking at the distant sandy wasteland. You hadn’t properly processed the whole situation. “We didn’t believe the agreement wouldn’t last long so…my twin sister sold me to them to ensure her own freedom once they attacked again.”

“Evil twin?” Roberto raised an eyebrow. “We have enough of those already.”

“There’s…space wars? Do you hear this?” Meryl glanced at Roberto who shook his head in response. “Not the time, newbie.”

Meryl jumped. “S-Sorry…I’m sorry that your sister sold you out like that.” Nicolas tsk’d, pulling out a new cigarette to satisfy his urges. “Your sister sounds like a real bitch.”

Bitch? You’ve never heard that word before.

“Bitch..?” You repeated. You turned to Vash. “May I…?” You pointed to your lips, signaling to him something no one else could understand. “Y-Yeah, sure.” 

The humanoid typhoon felt butterflies in his abdomen and his chest burn whenever you wanted to “learn a new word.”

The trio watched as you and Vash closed the distance between each other, kissing each other deeply. It only lasted for a second. You smiled softly. “Thank you.”

Turning to Nicolas, you nodded your head. “I agree. My sister is a ‘real bitch’.”

Vash laughed awkwardly, not at all expecting you to say the word so well. Meryl was even more confused. “What was that?!”

“What was…what?”

“You kissin’ needle noggin,” Nicolas smirked at you, giving you new and different vibes. It was still hard for you to read someone like him. “Needle noggin…? Oh! You mean Vash! On my planet, we can learn languages through lip contact. Vash is my translator.”

Meryl held a surprised expression for a moment before exhaling loudly. “Phew! I thought he was your boyfriend!”

“Boy…friend!?”

“Kissing or ‘lip contact’ is something that people who are a couple do. We…aren’t a couple.” Vash leaned over and spoke close to your ear. It seems that your customs could be mistaken as romantic.

“What’s wrong with Vash being my boy-friend?”

Meryl shrugged. “I mean, if it’s true that you’re some alien princess then Vash is the most unlikely person to be your lover in my opinion…right?” She laughed, elbowing Roberto who didn’t humor her.

To be honest, Vash felt the same way. You were almost…exotic in a way. Who knew that out of all people in the world, he would get along with you: someone who isn’t even from this world! The plant nicknamed the “Humanoid Typhoon”, cast aside without being given a second thought, knew what it was like to feel wanted by someone! In a way, he didn’t deserve you or your kind nature.

“Hm…” You looked down at your lap again before smiling. You clasped your hands together and gave Meryl a close-eyed smile. “I think Vash would make the perfect boyfriend!”

“Anyway.” Roberto cleared his throat. “This, uh, slave trade thing. What’s supposed to happen with that? They’re not gonna come lookin’ for ya, right?”

“Oh! The invaders should not know where to find me, at least for now. The land of no men can not be detected on most locators since it’s unable to naturally sustain life.”

Nicolas stood up, exhaling a long cloud of smoke before stretching. “That’s good enough for me.” He began to walk off. “I’m gonna hit the hay.” 

“Yeah, me too.” Roberto made his way back over to the truck as well. “Come on, newbie.”

“It’s Meryl!” The young reporter narrowed her eyes at the older man. She sighed before standing. “You gotta tell me more about your customs in the morning! You have no idea how many people would be interested in hearing your side.” Her eyes held an innocent sort of eagerness. One that gave you joy. “Sure! I can not wait to tell you more.”

And then it was just the two of you left.

“Is there something wrong, Vash? You are rather quiet tonight…You have not eaten as well.” You took a portion of the cooked meat and held it to his mouth. “Do you need assistance?”

“No, no.” He gently moved your hand away. He gave you a sad smile, conveying how dejected he was to you so clearly. “I just…wish that there was a way I could protect you.”

“Protect me?” You grabbed Vash’s hands. “You have done such a good job protecting me already! I can also protect myself. You have nothing to worry about because we have each other.” Your face began to heat up. It felt like you were unofficially confessing your feelings to him. The only thing that stopped you from fully committing was the thought of rejection. You’ve been through so much with him already, but would he really want to be with a weak leader? A princess who failed to save her people and was captured?

Vash had a fear of rejection too. He knew for certain that you would probably want nothing to do with him once you’ve encountered Naï. There was just no way. They bled the same blood. Somehow, hearing about your hard past almost confirmed it for him. What would happen once Naï found out about you? He would stop at nothing to obtain you. If only there was a way to send you home.

You began to get worried when your partner didn’t answer you. He seemed to have zoned out, which was very unlike him. “Vash?” You called softly, bringing one of your hands up to his cheek. Your thumb rubbed it tenderly and you gave him a reassuring smile. “Nothing will happen to me.”

You felt like your words weren’t exactly putting him at ease so perhaps, you would need to let him in on more of your anatomy.

“I…I have something to tell you.” 

This made his eyes widen. You didn’t exactly look happy either.

“You can tell me anything.” He grabbed the wrist of the hand that was touching his face. You inhaled softly, preparing yourself internally. “My powers are fueled through…emotions. Anger, sadness, happiness, and love. I have very strong emotions of love that are connected to you. So, I am not worried about the harm that should befall you or me because I am strong enough to handle it.”

Vash’s already-tinted cheeks turned a deep red. His pupils retracted at your confession. He couldn’t believe the things that he was hearing from you. He’s been trying to push down his feelings for you for months!

“And…” you continued, averting your eyes. “I like the idea of lip contact with you—oh! And you being the male friend.”

“Boyfriend or…just friends?”

You blinked. “Well, you are my friend, that's a boy.” You squint your eyes at him. “…or at least I think you are. You seem to be male-identifying.”

Vash sighed, closing his eyes gently. You seemed to be a bit confused but, how could he blame you? He chuckled out loud before muttering “You’re so adorable.”

Your cheeks burned when he leaned in to kiss you one more time. He placed his free hand on your hip, pulling you slightly closer to him. His other hand gently squeezed your wrist. When he pulled away, he left you wanting more.

When you realized what happened, you leaped out of his grasp, covering your mouth with your hands.

“Aw, I didn’t scare you, did I?”

[catholic-character-tournament]

It seems so obvious but - there's a folk saint wiki?!

It's not obvious, this is like niche catholic thing. So folk saint are dead people or other spiritually powerful entities (such as indigenous spirits) venerated as saints but not canonized by Rome and this is the wiki I'm talking about. Praying to folk saints is most common in Latin America but it exists everywhere. Rome really dislikes this practice, saying the practice is "paganism" or "satanic", but who cares about what Rome thinks. People like to pray to folk saints because they feel more approachable than traditional (cough cough white European) saints and some people are outside of the "catholic" society (criminals, sex workers, addicts). We're not praying to them because we think they are God (just like we don't think canonize saints are God), we're asking them to pray for us.

(I only really pray to Saint Guinefort since he's a good boy and wish to keep my own puppy safe and healthy)

Santa Muerte is probably the most famous folk saint, popular amongst the most marginalized sectors of society, including criminals and drug traffickers but also migrants and queer people. Vice has an excellent mini-documentary about her. Her and like Santa Claus, he's pretty popular too.

Some other folk saints most people on Tumblr have heard of are: Stalin (patron saint of communism), Che Guevara (Warfare & revolution), Roberto Clemente (racism, athletes, Latinos), Princess Diana (mental health & tabloids), Pablo Escobar Gaviria (drug traffickers).

[adarkrainbow]

So, I realized I made a BIG mistake in my previous post (thanks @gay-impressionist and @northwest-by-a-train for correcting my big mistake, I clearly wasn't well-informed Xp) - time to redo a new post!

As a result I'll go straight to the conclusion: there's something inherently queer about fairytale adaptations. There's something inherently queer about literary fairytales, for example, written by French lesbians of the Renaissance or sad Danish gay men. There's something even queer by the more "traditional" folktales (see the famous fairytale type which ends with the heroine undergoing magical gender transition - I posted a Greek version and reblogged a Romanian one). But when it comes to various fairytale adaptations, the queerness is even more present.

The most famous example is the Disney classics. Movies that are the epitome of fairytales in America, movies that are some of the huge symbols of heterosexuality and "conservation of traditional values" in America, movies owned and produced by a company still known today for not being queer-friendly... And yet movies that form a huge part of the queer aesthetic, and that fuel the cross-dressing/drag-art imagery, and that formed a certain gay audience. Charming princes, beautiful princesse, disturbingly sexy villains, Disney had all to please a queer person.

But it isn't just in America. In France the two major fairytale movies, the dominant pieces of fairy-tale cinema, were created by two prominent gay/bisexual artists of their time, and each had their own queerness in it. Cocteau's Beauty and the Beast (he literaly had his boyfriend play the Beast), and Jacques Demy's Donkey Skin (his musical movies of the 60s form in themselves a sub-genre associated with gayness in France - we don't have the "Gays love musical theater" stereotype, but we do have the "Gays love Demy's musicals" stereotype).

(This isn't so much about "classics" but I have to point out how the motif of queerness as a joke or subversion of fairytales also is quite present in French media since the 90s-2000s onward. The sex-comedy "Blanche Neige la suite" has, obviously, a lot of gay jokes, the humoristic-fantasy book "Blanche-Neige et les lance-missiles" and its sequel have a lot of lesbianism, the recent "Robilard" comic book has a big gay element by the middle of its run, and even the recent Cinderella parody movie has an entire segment about a gay fairy godmother directly referencing Demy's Donkey-Skin ; while of various qualities and worth, I can't help but compare this prominence of the "lesbian joke" or "gay subversion" in fairytale comedies and parodies in France, compared to for example American fairytale parodies and comedies which seemed more shy about it? I don't know, again, I'm just scribbling down notes)

And from my old post other people pointed out similar phenomenon in old "classics".

@countesspetofi pointed out how in the UK you have the entire pantomime genre, and there is no need to explain why they're queer. And @maimoncat higlighted how a lot of fairytale productions of Europe like to use the "crossdressing princess" motif (Three Wishes for Cinderella/Fantaghiro) - plus how Roberto de Simone's adaptation of "Gatta Cenerentola" explored the motif of gender ambiguity by having femminielli (third gender people from Naples and Campania) be involved in specific scenes, and the wicked step-family played by crossdressing actors.

If you ever have other examples don't hesitate to share! (And let's hope this time I won't have to rewrite the post due to my own ignorance Xp)

[jess-21990]

ROBERTO!!! I NEVER KNEW YOU TO BE SUCH A SHADY LADY! XD lmao

[marvelgurl789fanfics]

Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Child OC

(Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Rogue)

~Happy Halloween Part 8 to Safe~

Princess Fiona’s Tea Party (Part 7 )

Warning: slightly suggestive at the very end

(Not the best at grammar or punctuation)

Summary: Fiona celebrates her first Halloween with her Papa and auntie Rogue at a Halloween festival.

Masterlist

I kept rewriting this one sorry it took so long.

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Jubilee was looking around the mansion for a certain X-Men, finally the teen spotted the long haired thief. Gambit was lounging on the couch his head on Rogue’s lap while she used her gloved hand to play with his hair earning a content sigh from the man. Approaching the pair Jubilee noticed Fiona happily sitting on the floor with her purple bunny Monsieur Sprinkles coloring with crayons. “Hey guys” Jubilee greeted leaning over the back of the couch looking at the couple and the toddler in the common room. Fiona didn’t seem to notice her greeting too involved in her drawling. “Hey Lee” Rogue greeted still petting her boyfriend’s hair like he is a cat, who’s eyes remained closed but let out a hum of greeting. “I was wondering if you had plans this weekend?” Jubilee asked with a smile, “non but it sounds like we’re going to have some” Gambit teased from his spot. “There’s this Halloween festival, the five of us can go” Jubilee said, “five? Who’s number five?” Rogue questioned with a teasing smile. “Perhaps a boy named Roberto?” Gambit joined in, Jubilee face turned a shade of pink mumbling a yes.

“Sounds like fun” Rogue said sparing the teen further teasing “seems like Remy doesn’t have much of a choice” Gambit said with a fake displeased sigh but the smile clear on his face as he sat up from Rogue’s lap. “Yay! I’ll take care of our costumes!” Jubilee cheered and running off before Gambit could protest he didn’t agree to wear a costume, leaving Rogue to laugh at Gambit’s face as her jokingly glared at the door Jubilee just left from. “Papa!” Fiona said running to the couch with a picture in her hand getting both the adults attention. “Yes Mon petit” Gambit answered lifting the little girl into his lap, Fiona proudly showed her picture to both adults. It was a scribbly drawing of what looked to be Remy holding hands with Fiona and a scribbly version of Rogue holding her other hand. “It beautiful sugar” Rogue smiled patting the girls head, “like it papa?” Fiona asked looking for his approval already receiving Rogue’s. “Yes père loves the picture very much” Gambit smiled hugging his daughter close to him.

*****

Saturday finally came, Jubilee came to the breakfast table with three shopping bags dressed as a witch with a black dress and pointed witch hat. Only Rogue, Gambit, and Fiona were at the table, the rest of the X-Men seemed to have plans today. “I got our costumes” Jubilee said holding up the bags with a smile, peeking in each bag quickly then passing one to Rogue and one to Gambit. “You guys go change I’ll help Fiona with hers” Jubilee said turning to the excited child who jumped out of her chair and cheered at the idea of dressing up. Jubilee almost regretted offer to help Fiona change into her costume as the girl was too full of energy and excitement to hold still, after a bit of struggling Fiona was in a green sparkly dress that skirt looks like a fish tail. braiding her hair was much easier finishing off the mermaid look, her scales matched easily to the costume so most people would just think it’s part of the costume and not notice she a mutant.

After the all done from Jubilee, Fiona ran to find her papa to show him what a pretty mermaid she was. Fiona quickly spotted him exiting his room dressed in black slacks, black button down and red suit jacket with 2 red horns coming from a headband buried in his hair, his red on black eyes matching perfectly making them almost pass as contact lenses. “Papa look, I’m a mermaid” Fiona cheered running up to him, “Mon petit your the most beautiful mermaid père ever seen” Gambit said kneeling to her height. ‘I’ll have to thank Jubilee later for the thought she put into our costumes’ Gambit thought relieved their physical mutation blended into their costumes.

“Hopefully I didn’t keep you three waiting” Rogue said walking to the group, wearing a long sleeved white dress that went to her knees with matching white stockings and gloves covering the rest of her skin finished off with her own headband but hers is holding a golden halo in place. “We just got done ourselves” Jubilee reassured as Gambit face turned red taking in Rogue costume. “Papa are you sick? Your face is all red” Fiona said pointing out with a child like innocence making Rogue and Jubilee try not to laugh. “Yes, père is fine” Gambit said a bit embarrassed picking Fiona up and making his way to the car before either could tease him. “Yeah we should be head out, I told Roberto we’d meet him there at 10” Jubilee said through a laugh as her and Rogue followed the father and daughter.

A 40 minute drive they finally arrived to the festival, Jubilee jumped from the car the second Gambit put the car in park. Rogue helped Fiona from her car seat, carrying her walking with Remy and Jubilee to the entrance. Jubilee soon spotted Roberto dresses as a zombie with slightly ripped clothes and fake dried blood, “Hey Jubilee. Rogue, Gambit” Roberto greeted quickly adding the others on the greeting trying to play it cool poorly. “Hey Roberto, oh you haven’t met Remy’s daughter and my little sister Fiona, Fiona this is my Friend Roberto” Jubilee said introducing the two blushing at the word friend. From her place in Rogue’s arms she looked at Roberto “you’re not a real zombie are you?” Fiona asked seriously, “I’m not a real zombie, no need to be alarmed” Roberto lightly laughed. Approaching the gate Gambit cut in front of the two teen paying for their tickets along with his and Rogue’s seeing that children under five were free. “You two just go have fun” Gambit smiled passing the two teen a wristband each, after a thanks, and a wave bye the teens left the group hand in hand.

“They look cute together” Rogue smiled while Remy help her with her wristband after putting on his, since her hand were full holding Fiona who seemed to like the higher view of the festival. “Where to first Cher, Mon petit?” Remy asked starting walking around his hand lightly resting on the small of Rogue’s back. “Papa, Auntie look horsie” Fiona said pointing to horse rides with a man dressed as an old fashioned cowboy leading a horse around giving rides to children. “Looks like fun hon, want to have a go?” Rogue asked taking the sparkling eyes of the child as a yes, the line was quick Fiona wiggled to be put down and jumped up and down excitedly waiting her turn. “Père don’t know where you get all this energy from Mon petit?” Remy joked as Rogue and him smiled at the girls pure joy.

The cowboy competed the circle coming back to the start helping a little boy down and tipped his hat to the little boy and his parents, before walking up to their small group and crouched to Fiona’s height. “Howdy little mermaid a little far from the sea aren’t ya” the man joked getting a giggle from Fiona, “little miss have you ever rode of a horse before?” The man asked with a kind smile. “No” Fiona shook her head, “well little miss I promise buttercup here is a friendly old girl, you’ll be just fine. Your mama and papa will be right here waiting for ya” the man said as he stood and held out his hand to lead Fiona a little closer to the horse, before carefully lifting her up and sat her on the horse’s saddle and staying by her side to make sure she kept balance as he slowly led the horse around the round track. Remy and Rogue were relieved that the man didn’t notice or just didn’t say anything that the both of them blushed at the assumption they were a married couple.

After the horse ride Fiona dragged them to the small petting zoo right beside it, Remy was with Fiona as she was happily petting all the baby goats and sheep. All while Remy kept fighting with a baby goat who kept trying to eat his jacket, much to Rogue’s amusement as she watched from outside the fence. After finally convincing Fiona to leave the petting zoo they made a quick stop to the restrooms to wash their hands. “How about we look at the food stalls I’m getting hungry” Rogue suggested to Remy and Fiona who was now sitting on his shoulders looking over her papa’s head at the crowd, before Remy could respond the little girls stomach started growling “oui, sounds good” Remy said through a light laugh. “I seen an apple cider stall, how about I go get us some while you two get us food, we’ll meet at the picnic table over there” Rogue said petting Fiona head and placing a quick kiss to Gambit’s shirt collar before walking away.

Rogue made her way to an empty picnic table three warm drinks in her hands, setting them down before hearing familiar voices one giggle and the other warning the first not to run. Fiona joined Rogue on her side of the table corn dog in hand small bites already taken from it, Remy sitting the opposite side from his girls set down two plates one of nacho loaded with chicken, tomatos, and jalapeño with a dab of sour cream on the side, the other plate being funnel cake covered with powdered sugar. With Rogue’s look of really? Just earned a smirk from him. “Here you go hon, careful it’s hot” Rogue said setting the only blue cup of cider within Fiona’s reach, Fiona hummed a thank you mouth full of food. “And this one’s for you sugar” Rouge said passing Remy the other red cup of cider before digging into their shared nachos, Remy didn’t really pay much mind to the different color cups before taking a drink noticing that it was spiked “guess it’s five o’clock somewhere” he joked before taking a bite of nachos as well.

Finally getting to the funnel cake Fiona mouth became covered in sugar but happy nonetheless, Rogue grabbed a napkin and whipped the girl’s mouth. Looking over and noticing Remy had a bit of sugar on his lips as well, rolling her eyes with a smile Rogue whipped his mouth as well earning a laugh from Remy. “What a cute little family” an older women commented to her husband walking by smiling at their group, Rogue and Remy almost froze in place looking at each other red faced. “Père seen a corn maze, don’t that sound fun Mon petit?” Remy said breaking the awkward moment moving his attention to Fiona, “hon it will be a lot of fun” Rogue said moving her attention to Fiona as well standing up picking up the slightly confused little girl while Remy quickly cleaned up their mess and followed along.

The rest of the day was spent doing other activities around the festival the women’s comment forgotten, it was 6pm Rogue with Remy carrying the worn out Fiona his red jacket wrapped around her sleeping form made to head home. Jubilee was saying bye to Roberto as they reached the exit. “Have fun on your date?” Remy asked the teen, “It wasn’t a date” Jubilee protest but her face telling a different story. “Leave her alone swamp rat, let head home” Rogue teasingly scolded him, “oui, Mon petit is out” Remy said while they all walked to the car. Careful putting Fiona in her car seat without waking her, Remy moved to the drivers seat and took off as soon as everyone was safely in the car. The ride home was quite as Jubilee decided to take a page out of Fiona’s book and sleep on the ride home too, Rogue looked out the passenger seat window her hand lightly resting on his leg the couple in comfortable silence.

Once home Rogue woke Jubilee while Gambit carried Fiona to bed, gently taking her hair down from its braid Gambit decided it wouldn’t hurt to let her sleep in her costume tucking her in bed. Quietly leaving her room closing her door behind him, he noticed Rogue leaning by his door across the hall waiting for him. “Not tired Cher?” Gambit questioned walking to her, “a little but I was thinking I could dance with the devil first” Rogue said with a flirty look wrapping one arm around his neck the other playing with a horn on his headband he had yet to remove. Noticing the power damping collar now around her neck “Mon ange” he said pulling her into a kiss pulling her into his room and kicking his door shut.

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I don’t know French, all French is from google translate:

Non (no)

Mon petit (my little one)

Père (dad/father)

Cher (dear)

Oui (yes)

Mon ange (my angel)

Part 9

Coming soon

[shadowofroses]

Rejected idea

Trigun

Reader x Vash

Warning: afab reader, itsekai, Vash is a flirt, mechanical worker Reader, reader has some scars and high pain tolerance.

Summery: I wanted to do a Itsekai Trigun wise, and I realized there was a better way to go about it, and now have a hard time working with this idea. Currently, but will be carrying the Reader idea over to the new one etc, but I wanted to share what I did cause I did like it.

Story idea:

You lifted yourself from the vehicle’s engine as oil decided to squirt out onto your face causing you to twitch. “Dammit Sam, why is it every time something fucked up happens to your vehicle I can’t understand how it got fucked up?!” you lifted a rag from the side and wiped the oil off of your face while the man busted up laughing. 

“You got me!” 

You sighed at that. Looking down at your tank top and scarred up skin from fights you had to break up. “No way in hell I’mma find myself a partner…” You muttered to yourself. 

“What was that Scrappy?” 

You rolled your eyes, “How the heck did your wife put up with you? You must’ve broke everything.”

“Har har. I have you know I am heavily packin’ Lil’lady.” The slightly balding gray man said with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows causing you to deadpan. 

“Ew. Did not need to know that.”

“WELL YOU ASKED!” Sam snickered, placing a pipe back into his mouth and puffing it.

You scoffed, throwing a wrench into his general direction as a cloud of sand picked up in the distance. “Yeah, I regret it!”

“Incoming!” 

You turned your head just in time for a vehicle to stop, putting on its brakes hard and someone in red flew off the top of the jeep and past your right ear. 

“I’M GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!~” you heard before you and Sam heard a thud, turning to the noise, you saw what seemed to be a man in the sand, luckily not hitting Sam’s house. He was wearing what looked to be a red duster jacket coat, his butt and black pants clearly visible as his head was buried in the sand. 

You quickly jumped off the engine and ran over grabbing the man by the waist and tugging at him, “Ah! Sir, are you okay?!” You called out just as you tugged hard enough to pull his head out of the sand, causing you to fall backwards and him landing backside on top of you causing your soul to leave your body. 

The man coughed up sand, turning around, seeing you, his eyes widened, and seemed watery, and sparkly? He grabbed your hands in his, helping you up, “You saved my life! Thank you! You must be an angel! How about I treat you to a drink~” 

Your eyes nearly crossed in confusion, “HAH?!” 

Sam however was bent over howling, as the man’s friends came barreling out of the jeep. “I’m so sorry Vash!” came a feminine voice. 

“You know damn well she did it on purpose!” came a rougher voice. 

“I DID NOT!” 

A man in a darker suit rolled his eyes, moving to light a cigarette. “Princess here was directed here for brake work.” 

“MY NAME IS MERYL!”

You felt your chest tighten as you realized who all surrounded you. Sam had called this planet No Mans Land at times. But it never clicked that this was Trigun that you were itsekaied into.

Nicholas noticed your recognition of them which made him pause to stare at you this time. However Sam slapped your back, “Just brake work? No problem Scrappy here will take care of it.” You blushed at the name but only nodded, at least before you realized Vash was still holding your hands, causing your face to go darker.    

You pulled away from his hands reluctantly as you turned back to the group, not catching Vash’s pout. “I don’t suppose you can pull it into the shop here or will the brakes make it difficult?” you tried to distract yourself, walking over to their vehicle. 

Meryl nodded giving a glance, “as long as I give it a small nudge…”

Roberto gave you a look, “Do not let her, give the keys Newbie.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” 

You gave a chuckle, “That is fine, just take it out of park and turn the wheel. I’ll hook it up and pull it into the shop.” you jogged off into the machine shop, grabbing a heavy hook and running off back to their vehicle hooking the underside. “Sam, hit the…”

“Yeah yeah, yer not my wife, stop bossin’ me around!” the man slurred his words speaking fast, as the chain tugged and started to pull it in as Meryl quickly hopped in to steer it into the shop. “Ya folks hungry?” the man questioned as you went into the shop. 

You shot him a quick glance, “Also, you fucking had that wrench I threw at you stuck in the belt. I’m not fixing your shit anymore.” before you went to crank their vehicle up, causing the older man to bark out laughing. 

“Starting to think she’s catching on that I’m doing it on purpose.” he said with a grin causing Roberto to smirk and shake his head. 

Meryl hopped out of the vehicle as the three guys followed Sam into the main house, “So, what do you think?” 

You dodged under the vehicle. “I don’t know, Meryl is it?” 

You couldn’t see it but her eyes brightened at finally being called by her name. “Yeah, and they call you Scrappy?”

You reached for some tools, and loosened some bolts. “Oh yeah, these brakes are stripped, and actually the name’s (First name) (Last Name). The old man found me not long ago, and gave me the nickname since I haven’t died yet.” you grunted, “Luckily just the back breaks, should be an easy fix. You want me to look at the engine too?”

Meryl’s eyes widened, “OH GOSH PLEASE DO! I just remembered that I forgot to charge it!” 

You lightly smiled, at least this wasn’t far off from what you recalled of the anime. “We don’t have a plant here, but I can steal Sam’s charge from his vehicle. Run inside and get some food while you can.” you told her, as you got to work on replacing the breaks. You heard her walk off and you sighed in relief. It was a good hour before you managed to attach the new ones. Hooking up the jumpers between Sam’s and theirs you easily charged it. 

It was nightfall before you finally got finished. You yawned, wiping some grease off of your face again. The old man talked them into staying the night, as the next city was within a couple hours drive. Roberto stayed with Sam, Vash and Nicholas stayed in the extra spare room where Sam’s kid used to stay in, and Meryl stayed in your room. 

Middle of the night, you couldn’t sleep. You left the room, and moved outside and climbed on top of the roof. You were concerned. Looking up, you stared at the stars, and worms floating around the sky. 

You breathed in the fresh air, taking a deep breath smiling, regardless of being concerned. You knew this was No Man’s Land. You’ve seen Vash’s Wanted posters around. For some reason you never thought you’d run into the Man in question. 

As much as you were thrilled to meet him, and the main crew, you were also anxious. You were wondering if trouble would follow him here. You didn’t want to think of that. But you couldn’t blame Vash, not one bit if something happened. 

You refused to. The third city July was still standing. 

Still, you couldn’t help but think of how beautiful the sky was. You didn’t look up when you heard a noise. But where exactly in the timeline you were…

“Couldn’t sleep?” You felt your breath hitch, you glanced up, your eyes locking onto green-blue eyes, full of trust. Your heart skipped a beat, causing you to look away as you felt your face warm. There was nothing preparing you for how handsome he was. 

You smiled softly looking back up at the sky. “You could say that, how about you?” 

“The gorgeous woman that saved me earlier is being melancholy on the roof in the middle of the night!” that threw you off for a moment causing your eyes to widen, Vash seemed to grin in response knowing he caught you off guard. “What’s on your mind?”

“Gorgeous? Too generous.” You visibly winced for some reason. 

Vash frowned, kneeling down sitting beside you. “Not generous enough. Will you please tell me?” he asked softly. 

You hummed, “I think I have intruded on Sam’s hospitality too long.” you glanced back up as Vash glanced back at you. “I should leave…but…I’m scared to be on my own. Partially why I’ve stayed this long…”

Vash lifted his hand and held it against his chin in thought. “Oh? I assumed you were his daughter or something.” 

You shook your head, “Nah, Sam found me about five months ago. All I had was a few pieces of jewelry, which I sold for a gun and Canteen but…couldn’t bring myself to leave at the time.”

Vash’s eyes widened in realization. “Ooooh, if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” you knew he was mentally preparing himself to hear that he was behind how you were homeless, without family. 

“I…it’s complicated. I’m not even sure I can properly explain it.” you shook your head with a chuckle. “Honestly if feels as if I’m within a dream…”

Vash smiled, “You know…” he trailed off, an explosion sounded, causing the both of you to jump up, “WHAT WAS THAT?!” 

“SHIT!” you glanced over the roof spotting bright lights. 

“Bad Lads!” both you and Vash exclaimed. Vash started patting his jacket. “I left my gun in the room!” 

The both of you jumped off the roof to run back into the house. You ran to your room where Meryl was startled awake. “What’s going on?!” 

You grabbed your gun, and quickly loaded it. “Get your friends, get in your vehicle and get out of here. Bad Lads are here!” 

Why you thought out of everything that you could stand tall against the group, telling the more experienced group to get the hell out of dodge. You shoved the gun into your holster and rushed outside where the Bad Lads surrounded the home.

[oikyskau]

Down to the last bottle

Trigun Stampede | Wolfwood x Meryl x Vash | Missing Scenes: Episode 10

A What If Meryl had managed to drag Vash into that elevator with her and Roberto, and stopped him and Wolfwood before it was too late?

Read on ao3 here.

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“How many drinks have you had, little miss?”

Meryl doesn’t remember, or care, how many of these twice her size kegs of whiskey she’s had. All that matters is that she still knows exactly why she’s drinking, can still see his face, the pain-filled smile, her name on his lips as life bled out of him. It’s seared into her brain, seeping into her skin and settling in her bones – an ache that will stay with her for the rest of her life. 

Even Wolfwood’s playful nickname for her only sends a pang through her heart. He’s right, isn’t he – she’s just a little girl who rushed into danger and got her mentor killed.

“I’m still average sized,” is what she says, remembering the way Vash would force his lips into a smile even when his heart seemed to have shattered into a million pieces.

“Still not big enough to down all that whiskey.”

Meryl almost laughs, but reaches for another swig instead. Before she can grab a hold of it, the bottle is snatched out of her hand with such vigour that her chair almost tips back. “Hey!”

Wolfwood just grins – not his usual one, but an emptier version, filled instead with the pain of a lost brother, of never-breaking chains. He lets himself fall into the chair next to her, shoulder bumping hers. “Sharing is caring,” he says and tips the bottle up.

They stay like this, enjoy that single moment of reprieve as long as they can. With nothing to do, Meryl feels her hands shake. Does she even deserve to make them rest? Shouldn’t she be going after those responsible for the empty seat across from them? 

“Did he ask for a drink before?”

The clank of the bottle being set back onto the table almost drowns out Wolfwood’s words. His muscles look stiff, like he wants to reach out but doesn’t know how.

“Yeah, he–,” she tries, but chokes up. Her throat feels so thick. As if stubbornly contradicting her thoughts, Wolfwood’s hand brushes over her back and settles between her shoulder blades. The sob wretches out of her mouth. 

“It’s my fault,” she sobs, and believes it, believes it in the very depths of her heart, “It’s my fault he died.”

“Hey now..”

“You know I’m right,” fingers curling into fists, nails cutting into her palm, “If I had just listened to him and stopped running into trouble, stopped sticking my nose into things I shouldn’t, then he wouldn’t– he wouldn’t have–”

“People die.” His voice sounds calm, repeating a phrase he’s told himself countless times before. And yet, his fingers dig into her skin, as if they hurt to say. “It might be your fault, it might not, but at the end of the day, people die. And you survived.”

Dragging her forearm across her face, Meryl snivels. “But it’s not fair.”

There’s bitterness in Wolfwood’s smile. “Life isn’t fair, princess.”

She’s learnt that now. To think that only months ago, she was living a cosy life with the only ambition of joining a newsdesk in the pursuit of justice, when she didn’t even know what justice was. The arm at her back sneaks around her shoulders, pulling her closer with a playful laugh.

“Any more confessions to make while your priest is sober?”

“Shut up, you’re not even a real priest.”

They both stiffen when they spot a familiar figure slouching into the bar. As usual, Vash had left without another word after both him and Wolfwood dragged Meryl out of that elevator. She’s glad he headed her warning for once and didn’t walk into what was so obviously a trap. Still, Meryl lets her eyes wander over him as he lets himself drop down on her other side. There is something void about him, like another piece of him had been forcefully chaffed away. 

But he’s here, with them.

Scooching over, Meryl carefully leans her head against his shoulder. She feels him stiffen, the physical contact too much and she almost jerks away to give him the space he needs. Before she can, his entire body relaxes, face sinking into her hair with a sigh. He nuzzles into her, nodding shallowly into Wolfwood’s direction. “How are you two holding up?”

Wolfwood raises his cigarette in a faux salute. “She’s down to her last bottle and this is my last cigarette. That’s pretty much it. What are you out of, blondie?”

Vash just laughs, pulls her a little closer. The message is clear.

Ever the observer, Vash nudges Meryl next, eyes burning into the gun lying on the table. “Did he give that gun to you?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, thinking back to that ugly spike of hatred that flared up in her, that want to take and take until what was taken from her was avenged, the emptiness when Wolfwood dragged her out. “I wanted to use it earlier. But I didn’t.”

His body presses closer to hers. “Meryl.”

“Tch,” Wolfwood scoffs, before she feels his arm back around her shoulder, fingers clamping around Vash’s coat, “you two are just the same. Seems like you’re gonna need me to look after you a little longer, huh?”

“If you want to be taken care of, Nico, just say so.”

She feels him smile into her hair. It’s a little broken, but they all are.

[ladysophiebeckett]

my caps wont load, so while i wait for that lets talk about the business plot, or u know part of it.

betty, who's president of ecomoda, sees that the numbers aren't adding up. hires someone to investigate. finds out a founder's family member is money laundering. which is, like, bad.

as it causes the company to not be worth much. it's a scandal. daniel is arrested. and then he's killed in jail (if you ask me it was probs bc he cant keep his mouth shut). anyway. for the next two years marcela is bitching to roberto 'um fire her she killed my brother' and roberto was like, tired of her, gave in.

betty is let go but in the press statement it says she stepped down.

marcela with her middle aged princess complex, then is like 'make this punk ass kid i found in a dumpster president pls' and roberto was like 'are you fucking crazy??? no. im making my son pres again even tho he disappoints me all the time'.

mind you, the company hasnt recovered fm the money laundering and im assuming ecomoda's reputation is in the dumps bc they're inconsistent with leadership.

armando, along with mario who im sure gave him investment advice and said 'go for it. everyone flies everyday', invested in some airline. lost a ton of money when the pandemic hit. then the thing with bodegas and the employee severance pay happened.

so ecomoda is being held together with the giant safety pin they have outside the building:

then roberto's ass dies and his video will is like 'i leave MY company to my idiot son, my perfect princess granddaughter and my daughter in law, the only lady i know with brains. but my perfect princess granddaughter can have her shares ONLY if her mom accepts being pres again bc i love manipulation and loopholes'

also roberto: and nothing for you marcela bc your brother was an embarrassment to me and I died ASHAMED of the valencias.

right, so what im getting at is, ecomoda being in financial dumps is not betty's fault??? she inherited debt. debt that she has no idea how to fix. this isnt even all armando's fault. the financial problems for once didnt start with him. yes, he made them worse. but he didnt start them. it was daniel, followed by marcela. and marcela is paying for it bc she chose her anger over daniel's murder and the embargo that happened 20 years ago--an embargo that betty and armando fixed with an inclusive collection and franchises. franchises that marcela was against bc it interfered with her department.

all the valencias ever do is hold the company back with their righteousness and their classism. and now marcela looks like a fool bc she brought in someone who spied on the employees, could sue her as well for it, and completely destroy the company she says she loves.

anyway she deserves everything bad that happens to her. <3

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Ingrid Bergman (Gaslight, Casablanca, Notorious)—Where do I even begin with Ingrid Bergman? I fell in love with her with her astounding performance in the 1956 version of Anastasia -- the best Anastasia movie in large part due to her wonderful and touching performance. She's got this amazing, fascinating intensity to her in whatever role she's in. She commits 100%, and she's got this light in whatever she's in that's stunning. She's utterly convincing no matter what she plays, from an amnesiac possible lost princess, from a nun, from a woman taking her revenge on the town that wronged her, to light romantic comedy. She's never missed in any role I've seen her in! Also she became quite the MILF.

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Ann Sothern:

She was so beautiful and had great comedic timing!

Ingrid Bergman:

God, she's fantastic. She's both beautiful and a compelling actor who's more than capable of putting the whole movie on her shoulders if necessary. It's worth noting that while her beauty is conventional, she was seen as refreshingly "natural" with more eyebrows and less makeup than many other leading ladies of the time. She's well known for her role in Casablanca, but in Notorious, Spellbound, (both available on archive.org ) and Gaslight (1944) she shows how immensely capable she is.

I mean...she's Ingrid Bergman. I feel like that should be enough, you know? She's physically beautiful (her eyes!) but watching her is like a transcendent experience. Her voice, her expressions... beautiful woman, beautiful actor.

I'm a gay man but even I understand her appeal. I'll watch any movie she shows up in. Gorgeous woman.

Just try and watch her movies without sighing wistfully, then get back to me!

Choosing 1-3 movies where Bergman was at her hottest was agony because, of course, she was always at her hottest. Not just because she was beautiful but because she was absolutely willing to go up against the bs women in Hollywood were constantly dealing with. When exiled from Hollywood for having an affair with Roberto Rossellini, not only did she refuse to apologize at any point, but she went on to say that Hollywood's films had grown stagnant and boring to her. Though she said she appreciated her time working there, she wanted to try new, different techniques (hence starring in Italian neorealist films, working on stage, and acting under directors like Ingmar Bergman). She was not afraid to chase after her artistic ideals and go outside the box regardless of what society had to say about it. From her first movie to her last she killed it. There's so much more to say about Bergman's career and life, but I've already written five million words so I'll stop at that.

One of the most incredible actors I've ever seen on film. Her facial expressions are so intricate and poignant that I cannot look away. I'm either ace or straight, but damn she made me question that.

SEVEN TIME OSCAR NOMINEE QUEEN. Girl also PULLED, having affairs with famously hot men Gary Cooper and Gregory Peck IN ADDITION to her three marriages...sexy

She has a very natural beauty to her, and she's from Sweden!

She left Hollywood and only became more beautiful. You could drown in her eyes. She can look innocent AND like she's seen it all. She is effortlessly elegant. She's played Joan of Arc (automatically hot) AND was in the movie that coined gaslight as a term. And where would we be without that!

She was known for being a breath of fresh air on the movie scene at the time with her windswept hair, dreamy smile and soulful eyes. I have loved her in every movie I have seen her in - she was just magnetic!

Where do I even start. There's a neighborly quality to this beautiful, talented actress that makes her hotness one of a kind and her looks impossible to forget

With a career spanning five decades, Bergman is often regarded as one of the most influential screen figures in cinematic history. Known for her naturally luminous beauty, Bergman spoke five languages – Swedish, English, German, Italian and French – and acted in each.

She's hot, don't get me wrong, but I've always found her very approachable, like she could easily be a member of my friend group

A lot of the time hotness in a movie is just about words and framing. "You're the most beautiful person here" [vaseline lens] well I sure hope so because that's who you cast. But when, in Casablanca, they call Ingrid Bergman the most beautiful woman in the world... they were not fucking lying. And such a dynamite actor too!! I'd only seen Casablanca up until last year, and there she's confined to love interest. But in Gaslight she was maybe one of the most incredible actors I've ever seen!!!! Goddddd shes so fucking hot and cool.