#Hyde Monogram

[aprilbrowines]

For Hyde

- Wrath: 4

- Sloth: 9

- Pride: 6

Wrath 4. Did your muse get into fights as a kid? do they get into fights as an adult? if your muse never got into fights before, would they in the name of self defense?

-As a kid no but as an adult yes. It's one of the things you need to do when you're an agent of O.W.C.A

Sloth 9. Is your muse the type to get up on time on their own or with an alarm? are they the type to hit snooze over and over?

-Hyde is a punctual man, most of the time he wakes up before his alarm and go about his day.

Pride 6. Has your muse every blown off preparing for something because they were confident they could complete the task without preparation? if so, what was the situation?

-The budapest birthday incident...That's all he's willing to say.

[aprilbrowines]

Melo's mask^

Hyde's mask ^

What would your OC's mask look like if they attended a masquerade party?

[thestupidhelmet]

Jukebox game: 18 Y please 🤍.

Younger Adventure or Experience They Had, Pre-T7S: Jackie/Hyde

I have several headcanons (and I'm sure I could come up with more 😅), but I'll write one of them.

In tenth grade, Hyde spots Jackie being bullied by two junior girls. He walks up to the three of them and says to Bully One, "Oh, hey, your dad left his monogrammed robe in my ma's bedroom last weekend. Got a Polaroid of it if you want to see ... or I could show your mom if you don't leave this freshman here alone."

Bully Two laughs, and Bully One runs away. She never bothers Jackie again.

Hyde turns to Bully Two and says, "Wanna know what positions your dad likes having sex in? 'Cause I caught him and my ma doin' it. More than once. I bet Timmy would have a field day telling the whole school about it. Unless you decide to quit bothering -- "

"I'll stop, I'll stop!" Bully Two says. "Just don't tell anyone. Please!"

Hyde nods. "You keep up your end of the bargain, I'll keep my trap shut."

Bully Two nods back and rushes off.

Jackie says to Hyde, "Why did you do that?"

"'Cause I know those chicks. Rep is everything to 'em. If the illusion of their perfect home lives is shattered, down goes their social standing."

"What about you?"

"Me?" Hyde chuckles. "I got no social standing."

He walks down the school hallway, and he and Jackie have no signifi interaction until Kelso starts dating her that summer. But Jackie never forgets how Hyde protected her that day.

That's why she always goes to him when she's in trouble.

Jukebox Ask Game

[hislittleraincloud]

Once again, a useless side character like Thornhill being merchandised, but Xavier doesn’t get anything when he was one of the main characters in s1. It’s annoying. Just one piece of merchandise for him is all I’m asking for

*sighs*

I'm pretty sure I know who this is.

Look. If you look at my latest reblog you'll see that Thornhill/Gates wasn't just a "useless side character". She orchestrated everything that happened during the entire season, including helping to frame your precious Xavier for the Hyde murders. She was pretty important for the storyline.

I get your frustration, but he's no longer going to be on the show and is therefore irrelevant towards any forthcoming merch (unless Funko gets generous on us, and I don't think that'll happen since they've been super stingy with the Wednesday figures so far). Just get the bag clip and be happy, since I think the only way we're getting any Xavier is via custom figures and not through official merch.

[pop-sesivo]

El primer zombi suelto en Hollywood

Por Gonzalo Jiménez

Los zombis, tal como los conocemos, son una creación de George A. Romero. Ese es el canon que, de alguna manera, ha imperado en Hollywood desde que Romero dirigiera en 1968 La noche de los muertos vivientes. Los zombis en Romero no guardan relación con el mito haitiano, salvo en el detalle de que son muertos reanimados; pero su origen es la radiación de un satélite que cayó del espacio.

El zombi ya posee entidad como uno de los monstruos clásicos del cine; hasta puede hablarse de un género de películas. Los muchos fanáticos de los filmes y series de TV sobre zombis ignoran cuál fue el primer gran éxito que el tema tuvo en Hollywood: un largometraje que había sido olvidado durante décadas hasta que la TV lo rescató en los años 60 y volvió a ser apreciado por una nueva generación. Esta es la historia de ese filme, White Zombie (La legión de los hombres sin alma, 1932).

Parte de la razón para que White Zombie no tuviera el estatus de otros clásicos del cine de horror como Drácula o Frankenstein (ambas de 1931) es que White Zombie es un filme independiente, financiado por un pequeño estudio de cine, Halperin Productions, que formaba parte de la llamada Poverty Row, que era como se designaba a los estudios menores que operaban independientemente en Hollywood, como Monogram, Majestic, Mascot y Puritan, entre muchos otros, que ya no existen y pocos recuerdan ya.

Según indica el libro Forgotten Horrors (Midnight Marquee Press. Baltimore, 1999), de George Turner y Michael Price, la palabra “zombie” fue introducida ante grandes audiencias en Estados Unidos con el libro sobre vudú haitiano The Magic Island, de William Seabrook. El concepto luego llegó al teatro, con la obra Zombie, que produjo Kenneth Webb en Nueva York y se estrenó en febrero de 1931. Sólo se ofrecieron 21 funciones de esa pieza. Curiosamente, Webb amenazó con demandar en marzo de ese año a los productores Edward y Víctor Halperin cuando estos anunciaron que iniciarían el rodaje de una película llamada White Zombie.

La historia de los hermanos Halperin es singular. Ambos arribaron a Hollywood a comienzos de la década de 1920. Tenían formación universitaria e inclinaciones por el teatro. Juntos produjeron una docena de películas mudas para los estudios First National, United Artists y Vitagraph; casi todas melodramas. Nada presagiaba que les interesaría incursionar en el género del cine de terror.

Los hermanos tenían una obsesión: encontrar una aproximación científica a la forma de hacer cine. En pocas palabras, teorizaban sobre hallar una fórmula que garantizara en 100% el éxito de una película. Sus análisis de filmes exitosos los condujo a preguntarse por qué funcionaban en la taquilla Drácula (Universal) o Dr. Jekyll y Mr. Hyde (Paramount). Los Halperin (Víctor siempre dirigió y Edward era el productor) concluyeron que los diálogos debían limitarse al 15% del filme y que el resto debía ser pura acción.

Esta aproximación a la trama también se reflejó en su manera de hacer cine. White Zombie se completó en apenas 11 días de rodaje. Víctor Halperin y Garnett Weston escribieron el guión, con la asesoría del sargento Faustin Wirkus, otrora administrador de la isla de La Gonave, frente a Haití. El presupuesto fue de 65.000 dólares, aportados por la empresa Amusement Securities Corp. y por el productor independiente Phil Goldstone. Y como estrellas del filme se contrataron a Madge Bellamy (actriz del cine mudo que anhelaba un regreso triunfal) y Bela Lugosi, fresco del éxito de taquilla obtenido en Drácula y Murders of the Rue Morgue. En algunos libros se indica que Bela Lugosi sólo recibió 800 dólares como pago por White Zombie (en el libro Forgotten Horrors se indica que fueron 500 dólares por una semana de trabajo), pero cuesta creer que, si bien era una producción independiente, el actor húngaro se tranzara por esa cifra. Madge Bellamy, por ejemplo, comentó que le pagaron 5.000 dólares por su papel, que es estrictamente secundario frente al de Lugosi.

Lo cierto es que White Zombie en absoluto luce como una película barata. Sin duda, los diálogos y ciertos aspectos de la trama han envejecido mal. Pero todavía sorprende la dirección de fotografía de Arthur Martinelli (de lejos, lo mejor de la película). El filme se rodó en los escenarios de los estudios Universal, por lo que los hermanos Halperin le sacaron provecho a los decorados de primer nivel de la empresa; el director de arte fue Ralph Berger, quien comisionó a la empresa Howard Anderson Co. para hacer los efectos especiales y los trucos de cámara, que simulaban escenarios inmensos. Por ejemplo, el interior del castillo de Murder Legendre (Lugosi) fue usado en Drácula y en El jorobado de Nuestra Señora de París.

Jack Pierce, creador del legendario maquillaje de la criatura de Frankenstein, hizo el maquillaje de los zombis en la película, así como del personaje de Bela Lugosi, Murder Legendre. Lugosi creó con Legendre uno de sus villanos más memorables. No sólo era una cuestión de maquillaje; ayudó también los acercamientos que la cámara hacía de su rostro. Legendre crea zombis a través de la magia negra para valerse de mano de obra que trabaje sin parar en su molino de caña. Pero los zombis a los que hace alusión el título del filme son seis hombres blancos, que fueron enemigos de Legendre y éste los transformó en muertos vivientes: Latour, el brujo antiguo mentor de Legendre; Von Gelder, un terrateniente adinerado; Víctor Trischer, ministro del Interior; Scarpia, oficial del ejército; Marquis, capitán de la policía; y Chauvin, el verdugo de la isla.

White Zombie, pese a sus limitaciones, probó ser un éxito en la taquilla y eventualmente, con el paso del tiempo, encontró defensores en los espacios menos esperados, como en el del músico (y ahora cineasta) Rob Zombie, quien bautizó a su primera banda con el título del filme. En YouTube es posible ver la película completa. Una curiosidad, para quienes son fanáticos del género de horror.

(Publicado originalmente el 11 de diciembre de 2012 en el blog de los Hermanos Chang).

[aprilbrowines]

Hyde monogram: pistachio ice cream

Haruko fife: strawberry pocky

Reggie mann: laffy taffy

Melo gil: lemon sorbet

Sonya dodgers: dark chocolate cheesecake

Elliot weather: fruit parfait

If your OCs were a dessert, what type would they be?

[mouldingch33se]

Hey could you draw my bustshot of my oc Hyde monogram?

(His nose is more akin to Roman nose with a prominent bridge and his hair is slick back)

So sorry, I've been a bit busy lately

I'll get to it once I have time!

[returntosaturn271995]

Sunday, November 19th: Will's alive? Then what the hell did we cremate? (Part 2)

"Who comes to London in November for the sun?"

Ten things that happened:

1). "Cheekily" nicked a book from The London Lodge's library as I headed out for a souvenir: Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis. I love a sinner with a future and a saint with a past.

2). Headed to my second hotel: La Lit and got an unexpected free upgrade to their master suite. It was the most beautiful bed I had ever seen, especially as my jet lag and long day from before kicked in. Complimentary mini-bar, robe, and slippers. I chugged the monogrammed glass water jugs: sparkling and flat, and left the wine where it was.

3). The butler who checked me in was so stiff-backed and uniformed: it was like a movie as he greeted me at my uber to lug my bags to my suite.

4). Walked to The Tate and took in the modern art and people. (and lost my second nail of the trip because I am in fact an International Silly Goose). Some of it was stunning. Some of it was bullshit (sand with a scoop taken out of it?).

5). There was joy on the street as I figured my way out.

6). Had a fabulous pasta dish to myself, a latte on the side, and thought about how beautiful the world is. The guy who flirted with me in Soho reached out to try and take me to Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. I said not tonight but made plans for Sunday.

7). Ordered room service and struggled to keep my eyes open for more Love Island. If the day before was all gas no breaks, this day was soft-girl era and bougie. I ordered a truly spectacular pizza from room service and lounged in various states of nudity like a Grecian painting. Pale breasts, long blonde hair, joy.

8). The magic of satisfaction is found in realistic goals and dreams, not cheap cravings.

9). Didn't listen to music or read the entire day. Eyes and ears open. Moving along with all the other citygoers. Slipping past eachother, crossing once on the other side of the planet.

10.) Stopped and stared at the pop-up art and exhibits.

[graphicarc]

The Best Fashion Brand Logos: Expert Insights and Analysis

In the vast and ever-evolving world of Best Fashion Brand Logos play a pivotal role. They are more than just symbols; they are the visual identity that transcends mere design. From the iconic Chanel double ‘C’ to the distinctive Versace Medusa, fashion brand logos have the power to captivate, inspire, and define a brand’s legacy. In this article, we delve into the minds of experts from various fields to explore what makes a fashion logo exceptional.

Chanel – Timeless Elegance (1925 to present)

Chanel’s interlocked ‘C’ initials, crafted by the visionary Coco Chanel herself, have stood the test of time. The simplicity and symmetry of this logo make it instantly recognizable, regardless of size or scale. According to Marco Molteni, creative director of Jekyll & Hyde, the Chanel logo embodies all the qualities of a remarkable logo: meaning, clarity, and strength. It’s a design every designer dreams of creating.

But what makes Chanel’s logo so enduring? David Airey, a brand identity designer and author, suggests that it’s not just about the design; it’s about the brand’s century-old heritage. The Chanel we know today could have been entirely different, yet equally iconic, because it’s intrinsically linked to a brand with a rich history.

Versace – Mosaic of Distinction (1993 to present)

The Versace logo, inspired by a mosaic from Gianni Versace’s childhood hometown, is undeniably distinctive. Its complexity adds to its allure, and it has been the brand’s face since 1993. This logo draws on the use of mythological figures in trademark design, creating a sense of deep-rooted history and classic appeal. The Medusa image, framed by a Greek key-style pattern, has made a bold resurgence in 2021, connecting with younger consumers and breathing new life into the logo.

Loewe – Crafting European Elegance (2014 to present)

Loewe, founded by German Enrique Loewe Roessberg in Spain, is renowned for its leather craftsmanship. The current Loewe logo blends the brand name with the Anagram motif, inspired by Berthold Wolpe typography. The Anagram, initially based on branding irons, adds a unique touch to the logo, emphasizing the brand’s commitment to heritage and craftsmanship.

Louis Vuitton – The Power of Monogram (1854 to present)

Louis Vuitton’s monogram logo has been a symbol of luxury since its introduction in 1896. This iconic design combines ‘LV’ lettering with simple motifs, creating a trademark in itself. The LV logo experienced an intriguing transformation during Marc Jacobs’ tenure as creative director when artist Stephen Sprouse added graffiti to a monogrammed bag. This fusion of high fashion and street art resonated with consumers and demonstrated the logo’s adaptability.

Supreme – The Skater’s Emblem (1994 to present)

Supreme, a brand loved by skaters and fashion enthusiasts alike, has a logo inspired by artist Barbara Kruger’s distinctive style. The white block lettering against a red background is instantly recognizable. Supreme’s ‘drop model,’ where products are released in limited quantities, adds to its allure and exclusivity. Supreme constantly remixes its logo for various collaborations, keeping its brand fresh and exciting.

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[cantfightmoonlight]

“Whatever you say, Thumbelina," Caleb mused, offering up a mocking salute. His grin only growing as he feigned innocent as he said, "Yes, exactly. Dil Pickle. Your name. That's what I said. Though- whoa, whoa, whoa, you don't know who Jim Hawkins is? Treasure Island? Or if reading isn't your thing, the Walt Disney Pictures masterpiece that is the movie Treasure Planet?" He blinked over at her as if to check that he had heard her right. "Okay, so not so quick background, but this dude Robert Louis Stevenson, wrote Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde if that rings a bell. He also wrote this very popular book known as Treasure Island about this rebellious kid turned pirate, Jim Hawkins. Now, Stevenson just so happened to be good friends with none other than J.M. Barrie whose the, wait for it, author of Peter Pan. Now, in Peter Pan, there happens to be this older swashbuckling pirate known by the name of James Hook and Hook is not James' actual last name. He earned the name after, well, Peter fed his hand to the crock. But, there are multiple clues throughout the novel alluding to the fact that Captain Hook is none other than a grown up version Jim Hawkins. Jim being a nickname for James and, I'm telling you all of this, to essentially explain the very clever joke I made, if I do say so myself, that I am in fact far more of a Hook than a Pan. But, if you're trying to compromise in order to get me to stop calling you Dil Pickle, Pickles, then I don't know what to tell you. You should legally change your name," He teased, moving to pretend to bite the freshly manicured finger she had waved over at him.

"Stop what?" Caleb fought back a deep laugh of his own as he watched her hide her face in embarrassment. "A hundred? Wow. That's a lot of time you spend there, picking up tennis balls. Do you just have an aversion to yellow or? And oh. Well, do you want to talk about it?" He asked curiously. His voice softening as he tilted his head over to look at her. "Just curious," He admitted, when it came to her questions in terms of the monogrammed tennis balls. "Oh I didn't, up until five seconds ago," He teased, his smile returning to his own lips at the sound of her laugh. Only to fade once more when it came to her question as to what he was now. "Oh, uh," He trailed off, running his hand across the back of his neck as he adverted his gaze. "That's another sort of long story, but technically a werewolf, I guess? And I'm sorry- did you just say gross? Have you actually ever had a pancake, because you know its literally cake, right? Just in pan form? And, I don't know, pride? I mean I take it that neither one of us are really the type to let someone call us chicken and get away with it, right? I mean think about it- we'd have amo on each other for a lifetime if that was case? And the longer we put it off, the longer we owe each other and, uh, you don't really want to be indebted to me, do you?" He pointed out with a knowing grin. The signature smirk of his returning to his lips as he took the black and pink racket from her as he twirled the handle of the racket around in his hand. "Eh. I can always get high after. Now, let's go, Selvi. Your serve."

— Time skip —

“You're just mad that you got beat by a footballer at your own game," Another deep chuckle broke from his lips as he moved to hand her racket back to her, not even sure how he had managed to beat her exactly. Sure, sports came naturally to Caleb, but he also still had a bum shoulder and with her being a pixie, luck was practically guaranteed to be on her side. But, then again, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? Even though he had a feeling she was likely right when it came down to the bent racket she had been playing with, not that he'd ever admit it. "Your-" His eyes widened as she tossed one of the tennis balls his way, not being able to miss the opportunity to tease her some more. "You're gifting me with one of your precious balls? Wow, Shortcake. I didn't know you to be such a giver," He teased some more. "I have no doubt that it wouldn't. It's why I'm not playing you again, but let me ask you something, Pickles? What would you have made me do, if you had won?"

“Literally anything else that’s not related to random food.” Dilan shot back with annoyance as he once more called her Dil Pickle. “Or idk here’s a new one call me Dilan, you know my actual name.” Sighing at his words she knew it was a lost cause at this point, she gave an eye roll at his words. “Who the hell is Jim Hawkins?” Dilan asked with confusion. “I mean fine you want to be Jim then you’re Jim. See I can compromise and call you by what you prefer. Unlike someone else in this area.” Gesturing around for a second before pointing at him with a freshly manicured mail as she smirked. “Stop!” Dilan sighed and put a hand to her face to hide the embarrassment. Letting her hands drop after a moment and she shrugged. “There was a hundred at some point but I’ve lost some over time.” Not thinking it was that odd considering how much she used them. “I pick them up myself usually but sometimes someone on staff will see me and come help. Usually I don’t bring this many though. Just been a rough few weeks.” Looking down at her pink tennis shoes, when she referenced what had happened recently. “Why do you ask?” Curious as to why he cared what she did with all her monogrammed balls. “When did you ever think my moral compass was good!” She asked with a laugh, that stopped when he mentioned he was no longer human. “Wait what are you now? I mean there’s only limited things you can turn into so which one?” Asking curiously, she looked up at him. “No? Why does it matter. No, they’re not it’s gross.” Shaking her head at his words to give her disapproval over pancakes. “What’s to stop both of us from vetoing forever? Shouldn’t there be a limited amount here?” Wondering aloud as she walked over to the bag where she kept her rackets and pulled out her spare. A black and pink racket with DS written on the handle of it, she tossed it to him. “Fair be it from me to stop you from getting high if you prefer that.” Gesturing for him to go back to the gate with her racket if he preferred that verses playing her. Picking up a ball she tossed it to him with a bounce. “Decision is yours.”

— Time skip —

“Fucking bullshit.” Dilan continued to mutter as she put the last ball few balls, besides the one they’d played with, into her duffel bag, she couldn’t believe she’d lost. Even though she was sure it was because the racket was bent. “Personally, I call bullshit since my racket was bent.” She whined, she was half worried about what he’d come up with. “You should play me again to make it fair.” She complained as she grabbed both her bags, knowing that he likely wouldn’t. “Here have a present to remember your  one time win by.” Tossing him the ball with glare. “It’ll never happen again I can promise you that.” Huffing as she adjusted the heavy bags. “So should I even ask what you have planned for me? Or should I just get my veto ready?”

[aprilbrowines]

Matcha truffles

Summary: Hyde reminisce about their times with romance.

“I’m sorry, it’s not you, it's me.”

Heinrich’s face was splashed with water as the girl ran off crying, a three month relationship ended with a cry and a sigh. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, he just felt he couldn’t lie anymore.

As he walked the high school’s hallway, he could hear them whispering. Talking about him like he wasn’t here.

“There he goes, the heartbreaker.”

“I wonder who he’s dating now?”

“That poor girl.”

He kept to himself and continued to his class.

~~

Heinrich stared at the ceiling of his shared dorm, listening to his boyfriend’s gentle snores. During college he discovered that he was gay and met Thomas at chemistry class and hit it off pretty well, they went out on dates and got close.

Heinrich loves him.

He just hadn't expected love to be so… mundane.

He wasn’t complaining, not exactly. Thomas was handsome and funny and Kind, with him, everything was exciting! Except…romance.

Should he have felt something else? he felt safe and in good company… But beyond desire, beyond friendship, shouldn't there be some kind of… spark?

He turned to see Thomas' face, still sleeping peacefully.

~~

“Why do you want to break up?” He asks Heinrich, tears welled up in his eyes. He thought that he could soften the blow by taking him to his favorite restaurant.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Heinrich said “We could still be friends if it’s possible.”

He struggled to keep face as he stood up, “It’s…it’s okay, I need some time to think.”

“Of course.” Heinrich knew he was lying.

~~

Agent Hyde was sitting on the couch in the counselor's lounge, reading catch-22 peacefully. He hears a knock on the door, looking up he sees Becky poking her head though the doorway.

“Hello Rebecca.”

“Hey Hyde,” She waves “I’m going to a speed date event, wanna come with me?”

He closes his book and looks at her. “You realized that I’m aromantic, right?

“Aw, but won't you be lonely by yourself forever?"

"Not being married or dating someone doesn't mean I'm alone. That sort of relationship isn't the only thing that makes life worthwhile, you know."

They looked at each other before bursting into laughter. He wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye.

“Just joshing with you man.”

Hyde rolled his eyes smiling, “Yes Rebecca I know, have fun.”

“You too.” she said leaving him be.

[strangenewfriends]

Hairdresser Malcolm Edwards is setting Styles’s hair in a Victory roll with silver clips, and until it is combed out he resembles Kathryn Grayson with stubble. His fingers are freighted with rings, and “he has a new army of mini purses,” says Lambert, gesturing to an accessory table heaving with examples including a mini sky-blue Gucci Diana bag discreetly monogrammed HS. Michele has also made Styles a dress for the shoot that Tissot might have liked to paint—acres of ice-blue ruffles, black Valenciennes lace, and suivez-moi, jeune homme ribbons. Erelong, Styles is gamely racing up a hill in it, dodging sheep scat, thistles, and shards of chalk, and striking a pose for Mitchell that manages to make ruffles a compelling new masculine proposition, just as Mr. Fish’s frothy white cotton dress—equal parts Romantic poet and Greek presidential guard—did for Mick Jagger when he wore it for The Rolling Stones’ free performance in Hyde Park in 1969, or as the suburban-mom floral housedress did for Kurt Cobain as he defined the iconoclastic grunge aesthetic. Styles is mischievously singing ABBA’s “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)” to himself when Mitchell calls him outside to jump up and down on a trampoline in a Comme des Garçons buttoned wool kilt. “How did it look?” asks his sister when he comes in from the cold. “Divine,” says her brother in playful Lambert-speak. As the wide sky is washed in pink, orange, and gray, like a Turner sunset, and Mitchell calls it a successful day, Styles is playing “Cherry” from Fine Line on his Fender acoustic on the hilltop. “He does his own stunts,” says his sister, laughing. The impromptu set is greeted with applause. “Thank you, Antwerp!” says Styles playfully, bowing to the crowd. “Thank you, fashion!”

Harry for Vogue

[aprilbrowines]

Melo: plays video games, swims, chews on chew sticks

Icoi: Reads book, researches things, listens to rock and roll

Hyde: Read mystery novels, listen to smooth jazz

What does your OC do when they’re bored?

[southwest-artisans]

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