#Lenny the Wonder Dog

[marshmallow--3]

He's listed as Oscar Isaac Hernandez in Lenny the Wonder Dog 🤩

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Heyaaaa, I am the anon who requested you the fic with bottom Steven x male reader a while ago. I was wondering...can you write the same thing with the bottom and all but, BUT to be with detective Fartman (and character playde by Mr Oscar if you haven't watched the movie yet) from Lenny the wonder dog? Like damn I love that twink with all my heart 😔✊️💚

Anon ☄️

Heellooo! <3 <3 I wish he had more screentime, that silly lil wonka :>

You're so silly

Detective Fartman x male!reader

Cw/triggers: Anal sex, nsfw, overstimulation(?).

"Detective," you groaned, gripping his hips, your own hips stuttering.

"What?" He looked back at you, sticking his lower lip out teasingly.

You gasped, feeling him clench around your dick, the sensation had you almost spilling inside him.

"Like that?" He pushed back against you, moaning needily.

You had to bit your lower lip as to not spill into him too soon, your fingers digging into the tender flesh of his hips.

You thrust into him, your breathing came out in short gasps as your belly tightened, signaling your impending orgasm.

Fartman rolled his hips, letting out a needy cry. "Oh fuck, you feel so good."

His words were the last straw for you, as you lost yourself in it, your thrusts have gone a messy pace.

The feeling was so intense that you had to let go, and with a stiffled groan, you released into him, just as Fartman cried out and spilled himself on the bed beneath him.

"Did you enjoy that?" Fartman giggled, rolling his hips again, making you wince from the overstimulation.

"I think I enjoyed that a bit too much, Detective." You chuckled, slowly pulling out of him.

Fartman grinned, "Look at you all sweaty! I knew you couldn't resist me." he batted his eyelashes.

You laughed. "How can you be so silly!"

Fartman snorted. "You know you love it when I get like that."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tags:

@nekoyin @iolaussharpe-24 @steven-grants-world @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @krakenkitty

@anxitea-shop @stevendameron @libblesdoodles @alexxavicry @klillaah

Wanna get tagged?

[arcanechariot]

[ierofrnkk]

what the hell, sure

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Please...I beg you...trans ftm detective Fartman...pre op and make it juicy and spicy (t4t ftm) 😩🙏

We will make it

Detective Fartman x ftm!reader

Content: Smut, pre op, strap-on usage, fingering.

I hope I got that right, please don't kill me. ._.

Fartman moaned. "Yes sweetie."

You gave his throbbing cock the last stroke, then reached for the strap on and put it on.

"Ready?" You asked, nudging his hole with the tip of the strap-on.

You pushed forward, until it was buried all inside of him, then slowly started thrusting in and out of him.

"Feel good?" You asked, gripping his hips.

His face contorted into pleasure. "Fuck yeah.."

As you bottomed out once more, you hit a spot inside Fartman, causing him to arch his back, almost cumming on spot.

"Holy shit, holy shit..." Fartman gasped, trembling slightly on you.

"You're trembling?" You teased, increasing your movements to drive him crazy. "If you're teembling now wait til everything is complete."

He moaned, clenching around the strap-on. "F-fuck, can't wait!"

Fartman wouldn't admit it, but he was already so close to cumming.

Only one more thrust made cry out and spill his hot cum on the bed. You pulled out of him, watching him sit up.

"Now your turn. Lay down and spread your legs, baby." Fartman instructed, still panting slightly.

You did what he said, getting rid of the strap on, laying down and spreading your legs while he stepped between them, his hand finding your hole.

"Now it's my turn to make you feel good." He said, gently proping your hole and pushing two fingers inside.

"Oh god–" You moaned, arching your back, as Fartman stopped to get you used to his fingers.

"You alright?" He asked.

You nod. "Yes."

He gently started thrusting, finding you losen up for him as he increased the pace deliberately with each thrust.

The way he made you feel with his fingers alone made your mind go numb, you closed your eyes in pleasure, feeling the familiar knot in your belly.

"Taking my fingers so good, babe." He chuckled, speeding up and making you moan.

"I-I'm close.." You warned, your orgasm getting closer and closer with each passing second.

"Then cum." He chuckled again, his pace never slowing down, determined to make you orgasm.

With a last stroke of his fingers, you came. He removed his fingers slowly, before sitting down next to you, looking at you with a hopeful gaze.

"We will make it together, I promise."

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tags:

@iolaussharpe-24 @nekoyin @steven-grants-world @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @anxitea-shop

@alexxavicry @klillaah @krakenkitty

[vintagegirl01]

Happy New Year’s Eve (or day depending on where you are in the world)Everybody!

I decided to do this for fun and got Fartman, Never have I ever seen this movie or show. But since it’s an Oscar Isaac character, I’m still happy nonetheless. He seems like a cutie!

Which Oscar Isaac Character is gonna kiss you at midnight?

I would love to know who you get 💚

[arcanechariot]

for your previous reblog: fartman

you associate me with fartman? ngl im gonna lay down some tmi chariot lore on you rn;

when i hit puberty, i started getting really bad bo and, with my anxiety, i also sweat a lot so my brother started affectionately calling me the sweaty stink man, aka

✨ the swink man ✨

so yeah it makes sense that im associated with him

swinkman and fartman

we were meant to be

[verdemoun]

Imagine if they made a movie about the Van Der Lindes in the time warp AU.

The gang hears about this new flick called "Red Dead Redemption," which is meant to be an accurate retelling of the Van Der Linde Gang's story based on the published journals of Arthur Morgan, John Marston, and John Marston Jr.

It gets praised for its historical accuracy... but was still moderately influenced by the pop culture versions of prominent gang members. (Arthur is sad and doubtful before he gets TB, John is a less racist Micha until 1911, Sean is basically Darragh with teeth missing, ect.)

I wonder how it would turn out, and how the gang would react to it.

(Also in terms of how modern people think of the gang... a lot of people smelled charthur in his journals. This might have effected the movie a little.)

Anytime a movie comes about the VDLs, they usually go see it for laughs because most are hilariously inaccurate. But hypothetically, a movie was released called "Red Dead Redemption" - ironically following rdr2's plot to the letter based on Arthur/John's journal. Cinematic masterpiece that hurts so much the gang all vow to never watch it again.

Begins with Sean's death, which lead to Sean screaming 'what the fuck' loudly in the cinema. Didn't even get a chance to be mischaracterised - but Bill and Arthur specifically go very pale because christ did they recreate the drawing in Arthur's journal shot for shot. Occurs to them this movie might actually hurt.

The burning of the Braithwaite mansion is considered one of the greatest action scenes in modern cinema history BUT there's a moment where Arthur saves Charles's life and the look Charles gives him inspired an entire generation of shippers.

Dutch is portrayed as obviously unstable early enough for most of the gang to look really, really stupid or sociopathic for wanting to continue following him. Even Dutch felt he was a bit more charismatic at the time, despite the character version making all the same choices for all the same reasons as him.

Kieran refuses to believe the pathetic 'aw shucks' stableboy Kieran is based on him and finds the character extremely annoying. He's glad when he's killed off - meanwhile half the gang are sobbing because the character got the nice funeral that Kieran didn't.

There's no Guarma chapter. Hosea is shot on the street before the bank heist even begins, with Lenny shot immediately after charging at Milton. The gang are scattered by the shoot-out, reaching relative safety only to jump weeks ahead to a noticably sicker Arthur standing over Hosea and Lenny's side by side graves.

Arthur cries at his diagnosis - both in the film and watching the film. For most of the gang it was the first time they found out how early Arthur was aware he would get sick and still stayed with Dutch, and left most feeling sick as they realized how much they were demanding from Arthur after his diagnosis.

John was actually portrayed as an upstanding father and devoted, loyal husband due to being obviously set up as a protagonist in the sequel. Abigail openly said she'd choose that John over actual John any day of the week and bisexual king John agreed. Arthur as his biological* brother was portrayed as one of John's motives for staying in the gang, which John afterwards had to assure Arthur it wasn't.

Dutch's manipulation of the anger and disposition of the Wapiti people was portrayed so excellently that it lead to the great cancelling of 1899 Dutch van der Linde on social media, as well as a whole lot of white guilt manifesting as donations for the surviving Wapiti peoples. Charles and Eagle Flies both considered it a win, despite Eagle Flies definitely getting the stoic indian treatment and sounding a lot more like Rains Falls in the film.

The attack on Hanging Dog Ranch is the last great act of the majority of the gang, with Sadie, Charles, John, Arthur and Bill with Dutch's blessing attacking the O'Driscolls on their own turf. Sadie hangs Colm herself as revenge for her husband's and Kieran's deaths, with a cinematic shot of Colm's body hanging silhouetted by the sunset as the gang ride off.

Since Arthur's journal ends before the last heist - a lot was made up. Entire gang on the edge of their seats. Micah is the rat. Bill shoots Micah to everyone's cheers only to turn on Arthur and John at Dutch's command. Bill is revealed to have been the one feeding Dutch's growing instability, not Micah, the entire time. Bill convinces/blackmails Javier (whose past as a revolutionary was very overhyped and he is the romantic vaquero of fandom) to join them.

The Pinkertons descend. Arthur is shot by Milton, who is then shot by a hidden John. Seeing Arthur bleeding out, and attributing Milton's death to Arthur, the remaining Pinkertons chase after Dutch's cohort who fled in the chaos. John, Abigail, Jack, Charles, Sadie and Mary (who was part of the gang, as a heterosexual love interest to avoid making Arthur too gay) emerge from the caves and Arthur dies surrounded by loved ones. He delivers the last page of his journal as a monologue, telling John to protect Abigail and Jack, Charles to save his people, and Mary to be happy.

The movie ends with a post-credit scene of 1911 John Marston standing on his porch, watching the bureau drive towards his property as he reaches for a gun.

Cinema cheering, people loudly talking about how hyped they are for a sequel because there has to be a sequel, meanwhile the gang are just sitting there in various stages of grief.

Isaac loved it and can quote the entire movie word for word by the time it leaves cinemas. Jack ends up having violent flashbacks to memories of 1899 he thought long forgotten, like seeing Abigail get taken during the raid on Beaver Hollow. All John's guilt about leaving Arthur to die alone manifests as night terrors. Hosea starts blaming himself for the gang's misfortune post Saint Denis bank heist all over again. Micah's just annoyed his character got killed off so unceremoniously. Javier is so sick of seeing thirsty posts about 'Javier Escuella' the character he uninstalls most of his social medias. They all end up queuing up for the midnight showing of Red Dead Redemption 2.

[marshmallow--3]

Okay fuck it, I'm doing an Oscar Isaac bucket list

Movies

Illtown - Pool Boy

All About the Benjamins - Frank

✅️ Lenny the Wonder Dog - Detective Fartman

Pu-239 - Shiv

The Nativity Story - Joseph - DVD

The Life Before Her Eyes - Marcus

Che - Narrator - DVD

✅️ Body of Lies - Bassam

Agora - Orestes

✅️ Balibo - José Ramos-Horta

✅️ Robin Hood - John, King of England

✅️ Sucker Punch - Blue Jones

W.E - Evgeni

✅️ 10 Years - Reeves

Drive - Standard - DVD

For Greater Glory - Victoriano "El Catorce" Ramírez

✅️ Revenge for Jolly! - Cecil Dennis

✅️ The Bourne Legacy - Outcome No. 3

Won't Back Down - Michael Perry

✅️ Inside Llewyn Davis - Llewyn Davis

In Secret - Laurent LeClaire

The Two Faces of January - Rydal Keener

Ticky Tacky - Lucien

✅️ A Most Violent Year - Abel Morales

✅️ Ex Machina - Nathan Bateman

✅️ Mojave - John "Jack" Jackson

✅️ Star Wars: The Force Awakens - Poe Dameron

✅️ X-Men: Apocalypse - Apocalypse

The Promise - Mikael Boghosian

✅️ Lightningface - Basil Stitt

Suburbicon - Bud Cooper - DVD

✅️ Star Wars: The Last Jedi - Poe Dameron

Annihilation - Kane

Operation Finale - Peter Malkin - Netflix

At Eternity's Gate - Paul Gauguin

Life Itself - Will Dempsey

✅️ Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse - Miguel O'Hara

✅️ Triple Frontier - Santiago "Pope" Garcia

✅️ The Addams Family - Gomez Addams

✅️ Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker - Poe Dameron

The Letter Room - Richard Muñoz

The Card Counter - William Tell

The Addams Family 2 - Gomez Addams

Dune - Duke Leto Atreides

Big Gold Brick - Anselm Vogelweide

✅️ Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - Miguel O'Hara

The King of Kings - Jesus - unreleased

Frankenstein - Dr. Victor Frankenstein - unreleased

In the Hand of Dante - Dante Alighieri - unreleased

Stowaway - unreleased

TV series

Show Me a Hero - Nick Wasicsko

Star Wars Resistance - Poe Dameron - Disney+ or WCO

Scenes from a Marriage - Jonathan Levy

✅️ Moon Knight - The Moon Boys

Cameos

Law and Order: Criminal Intent - Robbie Paulson in S15 E18

✅️ What If...? - Marc Spector

Misc

✅️ Saturday Night Live

✅️ Beirut

[arcanechariot]

i honestly love this man so much

I’ll materiale di origine: @latimesent (Twitter)/Al Seib

I can’t believe Oscar actually gave this quote to the LA Times and they posted this on Twitter.

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

Making You Proud

For Ghosts Bingo @cbsghostsdaily

Prompt Trevor and Episode

AO3

All Trevor ever wanted was to make his parents proud, when the conversation at the end of Trevor's Body goes a little differently, he finds the answer to getting sucked off and peace at last.

***

Trevor’s furious at Tara Reid after she interrupted his memorial and ruined the closeness that he worked so hard for to get his parents back together. 

“You haven't changed one bit.  Same old Lenny with the work calls and the wandering eye,” Esther says before taking off for the kitchen. 

Lenny chases after her and Trevor looks pleadingly to Sam. “Sam, you got to do something.  Get in there.”

Sam sighs before they follow his parents into the kitchen. 

“Maybe there's an innocent explanation for the whole business card thing,” Sam offers, feebly.  “Maybe Tara Reid is interested in wholesale lighting.”

Sam elbows Jay, who adds, “Yes, I... 'Cause I think she's a producer on those Sharknado movies, and they may have lighting needs.”

“Sharknado?” Esther questions clearly confused.  “What are you two talking about?”

Sam sighs.  “I saw you guys last night.  There was still a spark there.”

The look on his mom’s face says it all.  She doesn’t get what’s going on here because she doesn’t know he’s here.  “Why do you even care?  Who are you?”

Sam glances at him and he gives her a pleading look.  “Please, Sam…”

“Look, I know you said you felt Trevor's presence in that room,” Sam states and he wonders what she’s doing here.  She’s never suggested that one of the ghosts are actually around.  Was she going to reveal his presence?  “And what if you were right?  What if Trevor is here with us today?”  

Trevor can’t help the look he gives Sam, who gives him a little glance before adding, “My parents also got divorced, and I know I blame myself.  Maybe Trevor blames his death for your divorce, you know – if he was here, maybe he would want to make up for that by getting you back together.”

He’s in utter shock that Sam is basically telling his parents he’s here and explaining everything that he’s been feeling the entire weekend. 

Esther looks confused.  “Well, why would he do that?”

“Because you got divorced right after I died,” Trevor states, even though she can’t hear him. 

Sam repeats, “Maybe because of the timing.  You divorced right after he disappeared on you – well, died.”

Esther shakes her head.  “No, no.  Trevor's death had nothing to do with us splitting up.”  She glances at Lenny, which makes Trevor feel a bit nervous.  What had his father done?  “The-the truth is, our problems were there long before that.  I caught Lenny cheating when the boys were still in junior high.”

It’s crushing to hear that his father cheated on his mother long before Trevor died.  “I didn't know that.”

“And we decided to stay together until they were out of the house.  But Jeremy never left the house.  He-he was still living there when he was 30,” Esther explains.  “So, we eventually figured, it was time – Jeremy was never going to leave and with Trevor gone, we just didn’t want to keep the lie up.”

“So, it wasn't T-Money's fault?  They were just waiting for J-Dog to grow up?” Trevor questions, feeling both better and worse at the same time.  His mother had put up with staying married to someone that cheated on her just for him and Jeremy.  She deserved better than that.

“It's very hard to take this story seriously with you using those monikers,” Hetty comments, but Trevor hears Alberta shush her.

“So, it wasn't Trevor's fault?” Sam questions.

Esther gives her a small smile.  “Divorce isn't about the kids.  It's about the parents.  We couldn’t make it work, and that was never on our boys.”  She pauses and looks around.  “Trevor, if you're really here, we want you to know that.  You were the best thing to come out of our marriage.  We’re – we were so proud of you, and we loved you... still do…”

“The point is, Trevor, we miss you every day, and we're so glad you were our son,” Lenny adds.  “We just hope that you know that, and that you’re at peace because now we can be … knowing what happened to you.”

Trevor feels so much love from his parents, and he feels so much better.  All he ever wanted was to make his parents proud.  It didn’t matter that he was stupid with the pills, it didn’t matter that he never got married or had a family, it didn’t matter that he didn’t take life seriously… all that mattered was that his parents knew the truth, they still loved him, they were proud of him, and they wanted him to be peace… he didn’t need to worry anymore. 

It's that moment that suddenly, he feels a warmth and a light. 

“Oh my god,” Sam says from besides him.  She’s looking from his parents, who were hugging, to him. 

Alberta and Hetty are both yelling from all of the ghosts to come to the kitchen because Trevor’s getting sucked off.  He doesn’t even know what to say or how to react, they all wanted it but had no idea how to achieve this … but it’s time. 

He can go now. 

“Sam, please tell my parents that I love them and that I am sorry that they had to wait so long to find out what happened to me, but that I’m glad that they were here this weekend.”

“Of course,” Sam says before turning to tell his parents what’s happening as he turns to his fellow ghosts – all of whom are staring at him disbelievingly, but he smiles. 

“I’m going to miss you guys, but thanks for making my afterlife better,” Trevor states.

They all rush to say different things about how they’re going to miss him, how grateful they are to have had him, etc.  

Alberta says something about missing watching movies with him.

Isaac says something about missing learning about new things from him.

Thor says something about Trevor’s wisdom.

Pete says something about missing his friendship.

Flower says that she’ll miss chasing butterflies with him.

Sass says he’ll miss messing with each other and him trying to make things fun. 

Then, there’s Hetty, who thanks him for helping her figure things out and that she’ll miss him. 

Everyone’s all a mess until Flower rushes forward to hug him and everyone piles on.  Luckily, it doesn’t seem to affect what’s happening because once they let him go, he says, “Goodbye,” and is taken up away to the place where everything peaceful and perfect all the time. 

At peace, at last.

[annieandro]

Happy Birthday Nickelodeon

Mighty Mouse, Pearl Pureheart, Dinky Duck, Heckle, Jeckle, Tom Terrific, Mighty Manfred, the wonder dog, Deputy Dawg, Sourpuss, Gandy Goose, Strong man, Tornado man, Cuckoo man, Rope man, Diaper man, Foofle, Sidney the elephant, Flebus, Farmer Alfalfa, Scrappy Mouse,Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, Master Splinter, April o'Neil, Shredder, Krang, The big beast quintet, The Barbershop singers, The dog and the parrot, Stick Stickly, Doug Funnie, Porkchop, Tommy Pickles, Chuckie Finster, Phil Deville, Lil Deville, Angelica Pickles, Susie Carmichael, Spike, Didi Pickles, Stu Pickles, Drew Pickles, Charlotte Pickles, Dil Pickles, Grandpa Lou Pickles, Chas Finster, Kira Watanabe-Finster, Kimi Finster, Betty DeVille, Howard DeVille, Randy Carmichael, Lucy Carmichael, Reptar,Ren Hoek, Stimpy, Sven Hoek, Mr. Horse, Powdered Toast man, Walrus, Rocko Rama, Heffer Wolfe, Filburt Turtle, Spunky, Ed Bighead, Bev Bighead, Rachel Bighead, Dr. Paula Hutchinson,Ickis, Oblina, Krumm, The Gromble, Arnold Shortman,Gerald Johanssen, Helga Pataki, Phoebe Heyerdahl, Eugene Horowitz,Rhonda Wellington Lloyd, Harold Berman, Mr. Simmons, Grandpa Phil,Grandma Gertie, Abner, Henry, June, Sniz, Fondue, Betty Anne, Bongo, Cat, Dog, Winslow T. Oddfellow, Cliff,Lube, Shriek, Rancid Rabbit, Eliza Thornberry, Nigel Thornberry, Marianne Thornberry, Donnie Thornberry, Debbie Thornberry, Darwin Thornberry, Spongebob Squarepants, Patrick Star, Squidward Tentacles,Sandy Cheeks, Mr. Krabs, Pearl Krabs, Gary the snail,Sheldon J. Plankton, Karen Plankton Spot,Mrs. Puff, Larry the lobster, Bubble Bass, Squilliam Fancyson, Perch Perkins, Bubble Buddy, Junior,Old Man Jenkins, Nosferatu, Slappy Laszlo,Painty the pirate, Oswald "Otto" Rocket, Regina. "Reggie" Rocket, Maurice "Twister" Rodriguez,Sam "Squid" Dullard, Ray "Raymundo" Rocket,Tito Makani, Pelswick, Ginger Foutley Deidre "Dodie" Hortense Bishop, Macie Lightfoot, Darren Patterson, Timmy Turner, Cosmo, Wanda, Poof "Peri", Chester McBadBat, A.J. Trixie Tang, Chip Skylark, Jorgen von Strangle, Remy Buxaplenty, Juandissimo Magnifico, Vicky, Denzel Crocker, Crimson Chin, Crash Nebula, Ani, Zim, GIR, Dib Membrane, Gaz Membrane, Jimmy Neutron, Goddard, Carl Wheezer, Sheen Estevez, Cindy Vortex, Libby Folfax, Nick Dean, Hugh Neutron, Judy Neutron, King Goobot V,Ooblar, Professor Calamitous, Rudy Tabootie, Snap, Penny Sanchez, Yakkity Yak, Jenny Wakeman/XJ9, Brad Carbunkle, Tuck Carbunkle, Sheldon Lee, Professor Nora Wakeman, XJ1, XJ2, XJ3, XJ4, XJ5, XJ6, XJ7, XJ8, Vexus, Britt Crust, Tiff Crust, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson,Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton, Vlad Plasmius, Ember McLain, The Box Ghost, Youngblood, Dani, King Neptune, Princess Mindy, Dennis,Todd, Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph Beifong, Appa, Momo, Zuko, Iroh, Azula, Mai, Ty Lee,

Mr. Blik, Waffle, Gordon, Hovis, Kimberly, Katilda, Gomez, Mr. X, Trudy X, Truman X, Tuesday X, Mikey, Josh Redgrove, Parker Dinkleman, Otis, Pip, Abby, Bessy, Pig, Freddy, Peck, Duke, Manny Rivera,Frida Suarez, Tak, Bessie Higgenbottom,Happy Higgenbottom, Ben Higgenbottom, Penny Lefkowitz, Charlotte,Vendetta, Skipper, Private, Kowalski and Rico, Fanboy, Chum Chum,Kyle the Conjurer, Yo, Mr. Mufflin, Boog, Lenny,Dudley Puppy, Kitty Katswell, Keswick,Chief,Tammy,Daisy, Snaptrap, Birdbrain, Chameleon, Korra,Asami Sato, Mako, Bolin, Amon, Sanjay Patel,Craig Slithers, Robot, Monster, SwaySway, Buhdeuce,Harvey Beaks, Fee, Foo, Miriam Beaks, Irving Beaks, Michelle Beaks, Claire, Dade, Kratz, Piri Piri, Princess Roberts, Doctor Roberts, Jeremy, Pig, Goat, Banana, Cricket, Bubbles, The seagull crew, Lincoln Loud, Lori Loud, Leni Loud, Luna Loud, Luan Loud, Lynn Loud Jr., Lucy Loud, Lola Loud, Lana Loud, Lisa Loud, Lily Loud, Rita Loud, Lynn Loud Sr., Charles, Cliff, Geo, Walt, Watterson, Clyde McBride, Rusty Spokes, Zach Gurdle, Liam Hunnicutt, Stella Zhau, Mr. Grouse, Warren Rabbit, LaSombra, Pibbles, Zeus, Bunsen the beast, Mikey Munroe, Ansi Molina, Olly Timbers,Saraline Timbers, Felicity, Miguel, Yana and Athena, Ronnie Anne Santiago, Bobby Santiago, Maria Santiago, Arturo Santiago, Hector Casagrande,Rosa Casagrande, Frida Puga Casagrande,Carlos Casagrande, Carl Casagrande, CJ Casagrande,Carlota Casagrande, Carlitos Casagrande, Sergio Casagrande, Lalo, Sid Chang, Adelaide Chang, Stanley Chang, Becca Chang, Mama Lupe, Paco,Pinky Malinky, Lampo, Milady, Pilou and Meatball, Miko Kubota, Hector "hi-five" Nieves, Santiago Montes, Tomás Montes, Lorelai, Annie Brambley, Pony, Parker J. Cloud, Angus Shackleton, Russell, Narlene Narwhal, Nobby Narwhal, Squidina Star,Bunny Star, Cecil Star, Grandpat Star, Brendar,Evan, Horus Scrum, Stacey Owl, Axe, Morag, Angus,Sharkdog, Sammy Gupta, Raj Gupta, Zokie Sparkleby, Ruby Studebaker, Handsome Steve, Derek, Windy,Stumpy, Rock, Paper, Scissors, Hazel Wells, Max, Annette "Nan" Artifice and Clarion Wellspring, B.O.B, The Missing Link, Dr.Cockroach and Rabbid.

[msclaritea]

Rachel Zegler on ‘West Side Story’ Lipstick, ‘Y2K’ Butterfly Clips, and Gloria Estefan’s Enviable Hair | Vanity Fair

"This is Leonard Bernstein Zegler,” she says, panning over to the sandy-brown fluff beside her. (Lenny celebrated his first birthday last week; my hound mix, Pina, chewing a bone, is a month younger.) “I got him in June, right before the strike, and he is my best friend. I talk to him as if he understands me,” Zegler says, describing a silver lining of that industry-wide freeze. “We were all kind of miserable, but I got to train my dog. I feel like he’s got this human soul.”

"Our director, Bardia Zeinali, was so wonderful and fun,” Zegler says of the wintertime shoot, down coats layered over couture until the very last moment. “I have never instantly connected with somebody like I did with him because of our love of Lady Gaga and Boygenius and Lana Del Rey and Taylor Swift.” Zegler, filmed in a red two-piece confection by Maria Grazia Chiuri and a matching lip, telegraphs restraint and verve: Maria and Anita in one."

"You wear a red lip in the scene where you’re onstage playing music. Did that connect you in some way to the cohort of Grand Ole Opry women, like Patsy Cline?

Absolutely. Patsy Cline and Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton were huge influences. Particularly with Dolly, you won’t find her not made-up on a stage."

"Being in a recording studio is very isolating, and you’re usually in a dark room all day. It was one of those things that I learned on West Side Story, when I would spend days just trying to lay down tracks. Jeanine Tesori was like, “You should have something that brings you comfort in here.”

"Being in a recording studio is very isolating, and you’re usually in a dark room all day. It was one of those things that I learned on West Side Story, when I would spend days just trying to lay down tracks. Jeanine Tesori was like, “You should have something that brings you comfort in here.” So I had one of my mom’s old Champion sweatshirts from the ’80s with me."

"When you think about your career ahead, what transformation��whether musical genre or time period—what would you love to get into?

I would love to actually make a movie in the Old Hollywood sphere, or something that takes place in the ’80s. Y2K was ’99, and the fittings were super fun to do because there were just so many different routes you can take for different characters who are dressed up for New Year’s Eve. You’re going to have butterfly clips in your hair and frosty lips, frosty eyeshadow. I keep saying, people are going to leave the theater with stuff in their cart on the phone, all of their nostalgic ’90s, 2000s clothes."

First off, this Variety article is like sitting through a string of brand commercials, only it's worse because you have to actually read them.

Dior Photo Shoot

Second.. it's been pretty obvious for a long time that Rachel Ziegler is another Monarch. Way to be so blatant. So, the mouthing off is by design. Disney is very adept at recognizing someone who is not under their own control, so continuing to push Zegler while simultaneously acting upset over the actress' behavior is nothing short of BOLLOCKS.

HAPPINESS IS A BUTTERFLY Cover

Rachel Zegler Butterfly Sticker

Dior Pink and Black Embroidered Butterfly Gown,

Ala BlackPink, the band connected to Choose Love

Having the young woman dress up like a famous Prostitute is just icing on the cake.

[arcanechariot]

i will always love you, detective fartman 😔😔

He has come so far 💗

From Detective Fartman (My brother in Christ, what- 😭)

To this 💗

We are so proud of you, Oscar 💓

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

"Thank you for being mine." Ze: моя

I hope you enjoy it, anon! 🤗

"And you're sure?"

Volodymyr closed the last buttons of his shirt as he looked at Olena through the mirror. She was lying sideways on his bed, her bare legs covered and wearing his hoodie, her head resting on one hand and a pencil tucked behind her ear. Lost in thought, Olena nibbled at her lower lip, her forehead slightly furrowed in concentration, and without realising it, she kept clicking the pen in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the book in front of her, a notepad and flashcards beside it. Blinking, Olena looked up from the book, then smiled as she caught his gaze.

"Yes, absolutely," Olena replied and watched as Volodymyr put the finishing touches to his outfit, her gaze perhaps lingering on his butt for a few seconds.

Volodymyr tucked a stubborn corner of the shirt back into his trousers, then smoothed the fabric before running his fingers through his hair a few times until all the strands were the way he wanted them. And because Volodymyr had no idea where he had put his comb, he had been looking for it for two days.

"And I really can't convince you?" Volodymyr asked again, turning to Olena.

With a smirk, he noticed that she quickly raised her eyes and blushed slightly. Volodymyr found it absolutely adorable that Olena blushed at the sight of his clothed butt, especially when he thought of what they had done just half an hour ago. Then again, absolutely everything Olena did was adorable.

"I can undress again and put on something new if you don't like my clothes," Volodymyr said teasingly, raising an eyebrow coquettishly. 

"Let's see ..." Olena replied playfully and motioned for him to turn around, which he did.

"Unfortunately, there's no need for you to change your clothes again. You look very chic. And as always, you're incredibly handsome," she commented, and he grinned. "And no, you can't."

Pouting playfully, Volodymyr walked over to his bed and dropped onto the mattress next to Olena as she sat up. Volodymyr took her hand lovingly and began to play with Olena's fingers, intertwining them with his own before stroking them gently.

"But the evening will be terribly boring without you," Volodymyr whined, and Olena's smile widened a little.

"I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun without me," she replied, placing her free hand on his cheek. "I'd just be a nuisance. And I'd be the only girl. Have a nice evening with the boys, and next time, I'll come with you."

Volodymyr pushed his lower lip out a little more, and Olena leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek. Playfully reluctant, he nodded slowly. She was indeed right. Lenny had to work, Irina was in bed with the flu and the other girls had also cancelled. 

"But I'd have a much nicer evening and more fun if I wasn't alone," Volodymyr grumbled in a last attempt to convince Olena, and she giggled when she saw his puppy dog eyes.

"You can hardly talk about being alone with your big group," Olena laughed, and Volodymyr sighed. "And I'm sure you'll have more fun without me."

"But I'm going to miss you terribly all evening," he replied with a smile and leaned towards her.

"Denys, Sasha and the others will distract you so much that you won't think about me for a second," Olena said with a twinkle in her eye.

"That is absolutely not possible. I think about you all the time," Volodymyr replied, and before she could say anything back, he kissed Olena. "I'll miss you so much, I might just have to sneak back home early," he teased with a mischievous grin between two kisses.

She smiled against his lips and looked at Volodymyr in love as they broke the kiss.

"I still feel guilty about leaving you here alone," he said softly, his eyes conveying a sense of concern, and Olena gently stroked a strand of hair from his forehead.

"There's no need for that," she reassured him, her hand gently squeezing his. "I'm going to continue working on my term paper, and I still have to write the new draft of the sketch. And besides, your Mama is coming home later tonight, and I'm sure she'll be happy if I keep her company instead of her sitting alone in the living room. And I'm looking forward to having some time to myself. As much as I like going out with you and the others, it's been a bit much lately."

"All right," Volodymyr replied quietly, returning her smile before giving Olena a tender kiss. "You would tell me if it bothered you that I was going out without you, wouldn't you?"

"I would," she confirmed, sliding a little closer to Volodymyr so that he could wrap his arms around her middle. "But as you know, I'm happiest when I'm alone or with you," Olena continued, his heart beating faster as he saw the love in her eyes, a subtle hint of longing and affection in her voice. "Or with the girls," she added with a gentle laugh, which Volodymyr joined. "And now off you go, or you'll be late. The cinema won't wait for you."

"But only if I get a kiss goodbye," he said flirtatiously, wiggling his eyebrows, which made Olena giggle.

Then she kissed him sweetly, and Volodymyr kissed her back. When Olena tried to break the kiss, he pulled her close again.

"And another kiss," Volodymyr said with a smile and kissed Olena again. "And one more."

Another kiss.

"And another kiss."

She laughed against his lips and jokingly tried to push him away, but Volodymyr pulled Olena tightly into his arms before placing his hands on her cheeks and holding Olena in place as he planted a big, passionate kiss on her lips, humming with pleasure. The smile on Olena's face when they looked at each other again made her eyes light up.

"I love you," Volodymyr said, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.

"I love you too."

Olena gave him one last, very affectionate kiss, then he stood up and picked up his jacket.

"See you later," Volodymyr said to her as he blew Olena a kiss and then left the room.

"Bye!" she called after Volodymyr and was just about to make herself comfortable again when her eyes slid across his desk and she spotted something on it. "Vova! Your wallet!"

Hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor before Volodymyr came through the door he had just left ajar.

"I haven't forgotten it. I just wanted to see if you were paying attention," he jokingly justified himself, quickly slipping the wallet into his jacket pocket.

"Uh-huh," Olena replied, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Volodymyr blew her another kiss and disappeared back into the corridor. But as soon as he was out of the room, Olena saw the next thing he had forgotten. It was only a moment before she heard Volodymyr's footsteps in the corridor again. Olena was already holding out the key that had been lying next to his bed when he poked his head through the door again.

"Another test to see if I'm paying attention?" she asked amusedly as Volodymyr hurried over to her.

"No, I forgot it this time. But my forgetfulness is a very charming quality of mine that you love very much," he replied just as jokingly, and as Volodymyr was about to reach for the key, Olena pulled it away.

She pursed her lips, and he kissed her before Olena handed him his keys.

"But now I have everything," Volodymyr said but suddenly stopped. "No, wait, one more thing is missing ..." he continued, planting a kiss on her cheek.

With a smug grin, Volodymyr hurried out of the room. Smiling, Olena made herself comfortable on his bed again as she finally heard the front door slam shut. 

It was just after two in the morning when Volodymyr quietly unlocked the front door and crept into the apartment. He was just about to put his things down quietly when Volodymyr saw a light under the crack of the living room door. As he entered, his mother looked up from the shirt she was sewing and gave him a friendly smile.

"You're home early, Volodenka," she said as Volodymyr returned her smile and went over to Rimma to give her a kiss on the cheek in greeting. "Lena said you wouldn't be home until morning. Has something happened?" she asked, moving the box of sewing supplies next to her on the sofa so that Volodymyr could sit down.

Then she looked down at the shirt in her hands and resumed sewing.

"No, I was just tired and wanted to go home. And when the boys wanted to go to the next disco, I took the opportunity to say goodbye."

Rimma nodded as Volodymyr watched her mend a hole in one of his shirts. 

"There's no place like home," Rimma said, smiling briefly at him.

"And why are you still awake, Mama?"

"You know, Volodenka, I can't sleep when you're out at night. And I finally wanted to do the sewing that's been lying around for weeks," she explained to Volodymyr, pointing to a pile of shirts lying next to her on the sofa. "Your father will soon have nothing else to wear, and I've mended your shirts too."

"That's very kind, Mama, but I could have done it myself," Volodymyr said with a slight smile.

Rimma looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"If I wait for that, you'll take your next exams naked," she replied dryly and knotted the thread before cutting off the remains. "And I certainly won't let Lena sew your shirts and trousers just because you're too lazy to pick up a needle," Rimma added reproachfully, giving him a scolding look. "It's bad enough that the poor girl does your laundry. You're perfectly capable of washing your own bedclothes."

"Thank you. And you're right," Volodymyr murmured, his cheeks feeling warm.

He leaned over to his mother and gave her a conciliatory kiss on the cheek, which made Rimma smile.

"Olena's gone to bed, by the way. I put your pyjamas in the bathroom," she continued, and Volodymyr nodded gratefully. 

"Did you have a nice evening?" he asked as his mother folded his shirt.

Meanwhile, Volodymyr hurried to clear up her sewing supplies.

"Oh yes!" she said enthusiastically, smiling happily. "Oh, she's such a lovely girl! When I came home, she had already cooked dinner for us. And then she kept me company all evening. But when she fell asleep on the sofa, I sent her to bed. She wanted to wait for you," Rimma said, smiling at him.

Then she handed Volodymyr the clothes before picking up the box with her sewing supplies and getting up. Volodymyr followed his mother to the large cupboard in the living room where Rimma stored the sewing supplies.

"By the way, if you ever think about her moving in with us... you have my blessing. She's an excellent cook and her mother taught her well how to run a household," she remarked suddenly, and Volodymyr laughed uncertainly.

"I'll remember that ..." he said evasively.

"Don't look like that, Volodymyr. You have to let your old mother at least occasionally think about it. After all, neither your father and I nor the two of you are getting any younger, and, as far as I know, you have always wanted lots of children. Besides, you've been a couple for quite some time now," Rimma explained matter-of-factly, taking the clothes from him. "So it's only logical that I'm wondering what the future holds for you two."

His mother turned and walked into the bedroom, and for a moment, Volodymyr stood looking after her, perplexed. He hadn't expected to have this conversation now, but since his mother had brought it up ... . Volodymyr hesitantly followed her, standing indecisively and nervously by the door as she put the clothes away in the wardrobe.

"Mama ... can I ask you something ..." he began haltingly.

With raised eyebrows, Rimma turned to Volodymyr and looked at him, waiting.

"Sure. What's on your mind?"

Volodymyr faltered. There was something that had been occupying his mind for a few months. Was now a good time ...? Maybe it was the alcohol that gave Volodymyr the courage he needed, or maybe it was just love. Either way, he gathered his courage and cleared his throat slightly as Volodymyr searched for the right words.

"What ..." he began slowly, swallowing, his heart suddenly beating fast as his hands became sweaty. "What would you think if ..." Volodymyr continued but stopped short. "Well ... if ... um ... if I wanted to ... wanted to marry Len? ... What would you say?"

There was a moment of silence while his mother looked at him, then frowned a little.

"It depends."

"On what?"

"Is Olena the love of your life?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Volodymyr nodded, the answer so clear in his mind that he didn't even need to think about it. A happy smile appeared on his face as butterflies fluttered in his stomach.

"And do you want to spend the rest of your life with her?"

"Yes," Volodymyr said immediately, nodding affirmatively. "I can't imagine loving another person as much as I love Len. Or loving anyone else at all," he added quietly, and Rimma's smile softened.

"Well, she's a very sweet, decent and hard-working girl. Very smart, incredibly pretty. She's a good person, and I'm sure she'll make a fantastic mother one day. And when I see the way she looks at you, I know she loves you with all her heart. And that's all a mother can ask for in a daughter-in-law for her son.

His mother had come over to him as she spoke and now put a hand on his cheek. Volodymyr smiled gratefully and felt a lump form in his throat from sheer emotion.

"Is there something I should know, Volodenka?" Rimma asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No! No, no. I ... only ask hypothetically. I'm not planning on proposing to her any time soon. I think we'll take our time," Volodymyr said hastily, shaking his head.

"Very reasonable," his mother agreed, smiling. "But when the time comes - you have my blessing for that too."

As quietly as possible, Volodymyr finally slipped into his room. The room was lit only by the moonlight streaming through the window. Olena had turned her back to the door. He saw the blanket rise and fall steadily, and for a moment, Volodymyr listened to her breathing as she slept soundly. His heart grew light, and Volodymyr had to smile. The tingling in his body intensified as he thought that, with a bit of luck, this could be his future. Volodymyr tiptoed over to the bed and carefully sat down on it. He placed his slippers next to Olena's and slowly crawled under the blanket. But the mattress gave way under his weight and moved so much that Olena began to grumble. Then she sighed and turned her head in his direction in confusion, her eyes still closed. 

"Vova?" Olena mumbled sleepily, so quiet that the rustling of the blanket was almost louder.

Volodymyr quickly lay down beside her and cuddled up to Olena. He carefully put an arm around her waist and found Olena's hand under the blanket. She smiled slightly and sighed happily as Volodymyr intertwined his fingers with hers. Then Olena pulled his arm tighter around her waist. Smiling, Volodymyr leaned over and kissed Olena tenderly on the cheek.

"Hey. Go back to sleep," he whispered, kissing Olena's cheek again.

She smiled as Volodymyr kissed her, and when he eventually stopped, Olena turned to face him. Volodymyr wrapped his arms tightly around her as Olena snuggled close to his body. He kissed her gently on the hair, and Olena wrapped her arms around Volodymyr's middle to snuggle even closer to him. Her face was almost completely buried in the nape of his neck, and Volodymyr could feel Olena's warm breath on his skin. He tangled her legs together and ran a hand lovingly down her back.

"Hey ..." Olena greeted him, and Volodymyr saw her lift her head drowsily and open her eyes before Olena yawned widely.

Her eyelids were heavy, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her hair dishevelled. Volodymyr smiled with deep affection. Olena looked simply enchanting at that moment. Then, his smile became apologetic.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Volodymyr said ruefully, but she shook her head slightly.

"It's all right. You're back already," Olena said after looking at the alarm clock.

"I wanted to come home. And to you," he whispered, full of love, pulling Olena closer into his arms. "I missed my girl," Volodymyr breathed, stroking her cheek and then her hair.

Olena's eyes lit up. Her heart began to beat wildly, and a blissful giggle escaped her before she bit her lower lip and beamed at him. 

"Did you have a nice evening?" Olena asked, her voice a little too high as she ran her fingertips down Volodymyr's upper arm.

He could feel himself getting goosebumps. Volodymyr hummed in agreement.

"It was very nice. We all had a great time. Greetings from the boys," he replied, smiling. "And I missed you terribly," Volodymyr whispered, and Olena's whole body tingled, even more so when he looked at her in love. "And you? How was your evening?"

"I did everything I wanted to do for my term paper. I'm halfway through the script for the sketch, and I had a really nice evening with your Mama. She showed me a new embroidery pattern and helped me with one my Mama taught me the other day. And old episodes of KVN were on TV, and we watched them on the side," Olena said, smiling.

"I'm glad you had a nice evening too."

She stretched a little and planted a soft kiss on Volodymyr's lips, which he returned.

"Now that you're back, it's a perfect evening," Olena whispered, kissing Volodymyr again.

Then she snuggled back against his body and yawned as tiredness suddenly returned. Volodymyr couldn't hold back a yawn either, as his eyelids began to get heavy. As Volodymyr fought against it and continued to stroke Olena's back, he felt her relax and slowly fall asleep again.

"Vova?" Volodymyr suddenly heard her whisper and looked at Olena.

"Yes, my darling?" Volodymyr asked lovingly, and she smiled.

"Can you say the other one again?"

"You mean 'my girl'?"

Olena nodded, and he placed a deep kiss on her hair.

"My girl," Volodymyr whispered then, and although he couldn't see Olena, Volodymyr could feel her smile of joy.

"Again," Olena said, the love clearly audible in her voice.

"My girl," Volodymyr repeated, also putting all his love into each letter.

A gentle nudge to his side followed.

"My girl," Volodymyr continued, and then there was silence.

"Can you say it again?" he heard Olena ask once more, her voice heavy with weariness.

"My girl," Volodymyr replied, and a heartbeat passed before he continued. "Thank you for being mine."

Olena felt her heart almost bursting with love at that moment. She lifted her head and opened her eyes once more before looking at Volodymyr speechlessly for a moment. Even though his sentence was so simple, it touched her soul so deeply. 

"Thank you for being mine too," Olena breathed, and Volodymyr's heart became light and heavy with love at the same time. "And for loving me so much and making me happy."

"The simplest and most beautiful thing in the world," he replied. "My girl," Volodymyr added just before he kissed Olena.

Volodymyr felt her lips curl into a smile before Olena returned his intimate kiss with devotion. Then she slowly fell back asleep in his arms while Volodymyr's eyes remained on her, studying Olena and wondering how he could be so lucky. Meanwhile, Volodymyr continued to caress her back, whispering the words over and over again so that they would linger in Olena's dreams.

My girl.

Mine. 

And in his mind, Volodymyr added something else that he was not yet brave enough to say out loud. Not now, not today. One day, some day.

My girl.

My future wife.

Mine.