#Lolas coining

[lolinawinii]

Identityfluid, kind of like genderfluid, but your whole identity changes? If you have a different name that works better, feel free!! :3

For example (if needed), one day, I'm a transamab cishet man who's 20, and the next day, I'm a permatween non-binary who goes by it/its and a different name.

coined !! vv interesting term i luvluv doing it <3333

IDENTITYFLUID !!!

a -fluid identity like genderfluid ,, but your whole identity changes !! this includes name ,, gender ,, age ,, and possibly more !!

i rlly hope u like this flag ,, i personally do !!

[flamestar126]

I've recently learned that I love drawing lola bunny

[ireallylikehickorysticksyay]

i agree. the looneytoons show version of lola bunny is the best so far.

but i dont like people ignoring her character in space jam and then claiming she had no character at all.

because lola bunny did have a personality in space jam, she was a jessica rabbit esk character who was naturally more of a fluttershy type who would like to be a bit more rainbowdash: she's someone who was trapped in a body and a world that at best no one took seriously and at worst was commodified. with people being kind to her in hopes of getting something. her words, wishes, stutterings, and even anger is literally drowned out by the saxophone(? is it a saxophone?), the manifestation of the box society has put her in it follows her and she can't escape. if she's angry it is laughed off or worse, is sexualized.

she wanted to be an extrovert, go with the flow, go getter, she's naturally a funloving, sweet, soft spoken, bubbly person who misses social cues (or has come to ignore them for her own sanity)- but has clearly been through this shit for a long time. she learned to fight back, double down all while remaining personalble, treating everyone like a customer service patron, because she had to. not because it's natural for her, but out of trauma. not because she wanted to.

she basically immediately gravitated towards bugs, another cartoon rabbit, and she was angry, triggered, and disapointed when he called her doll like so many people clearly had she . it wasnt until he got smushed on her behalf, and asked HER if SHE was okay-NO STRINGS ATTACHED that she actually opened up. "that was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me" she didnt say that when he got smooshed. she didnt say that when he pushed her out of the way, she said it when he asked her if she, lola the person was okay. at this point she got overwhelmed and excited and kissed him, she let herself be okay with him seeing her in a romantic or cartoon-psuedo-sexual nature because he could see past that and for the first time in a long time she felt less alone and cared for. she could sexualize him and know there was an equal balance for once in her fuckin life. so she rushed things when she likely shouldnt have either in hopes of keeping a bit of control and say, or because this is new terriitory, or because she doesnt know any different from the two extremes she's had to live with for so long.

lola did have personality, it just wasnt in line with a typical exagerated to extremes looneytoons cartoon character style personality, because she wasnt allowed to.

she's the cartoon embodiment of the highschool girl or coworker who gets constant unwanted attention (sexual harrasment) and is dehumanized even by her fellow girls who slutshame, and objectify her by calling her vapid, by blaming her and therefore fails out of refusal to hold the men around them accountable. she's a vapid slut if she tries to ignore it, but if she snaps then she's the crazy misanderist one who is dehumanizing and vilifying all men. so she has to laugh along and giggle she has to walk a tight rope whether she's actively aware of it or not.

this new iteration of lola is more fun to watch, she isnt trapped in subtlety and a failed attempt at commentary that goes over peoples heads because of such a failure.

this new iteration is who movie lola seems to wish to be. who she couldve been had society at large not failed her, isolated her, took advantage of her and tried to trade a conditional kindness for something in return.

this new itteration of lola is actually fun because she's allowed to be fun.

[kurtmustdie]

Uuhhhhhhh

Lolagender maybe???.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Rita Moreno (Singin' in the Rain, West Side Story)—She’s an EGOT, an absolute legend for how she navigated her career as a woman of color in the fifties and sixties. Her performance as Anita in West Side Story is why I go back to that movie so many times. She is an icon and she is the moment.

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

We are in the quarterfinals of the Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Propaganda is not my own and is on a submission basis. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Rita Moreno propaganda:

"Amazing showstopping actress in her one big memorable role as Anita in West Side Story. She sings and dances with unmatched joy and energy, and then breaks your heart with her acting. Rita took a role that felt as a stereotype to latina women and made it compelling and multifaceted. Her subsequent career was filled with mostly side roles, but she still managed to excel in whatever Hollywood threw at her."

"It’s Rita!! The EGOT herself! She can act, she can sing, she can dance, a triple threat. Obviously absolutely iconic as Anita in West Side Story (her part of the Tonight Quintet is the sexiest part of the film, fight me). But before that she was the amazing Zelda in Singin’ In the Rain!?! Thanks Zelda, you’re a real pal."

"She continues to be amazing but also she's got legs for days."

"THEE iconic rita moreno, EGOT winner, civil rights activist, theatre legend. watch her documentary "Rita Moreno: Just a Girl Who Decided to Go for It". also her rendition of "fever" on the muppet show"

Marlene Dietrich:

ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face

its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies…. most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you.

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender

"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"would you not let her walk on you?"

[enam3l]

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Three words: Dad! Eddie Munson

Ok well I'm obsessed? I was literally just gonna reply like I love this but no I got too carried away and produced one of the most random and bizarre fics I've ever done. I'm sleep deprived okay!

the munson sandwich (rockstar eddie x reader)

/ hella fluff / taglist and requests open

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

Should kids sleep in their parents bed? It was always going to be a bone of contention. Eddie was to the core, a clinger, he wanted to be in physical contact with you constantly. So you knew from the get go it would be no better (if not worse) with your children. After reading all the parenting books your brain could handle before imploding, you decided you didn't have a strong opinion either way on whether kids slept with you or not. 

However, once you had Sloane, both of you were so besotted, it wasn't even a question. As if meant to be, she fitted perfectly between you and Eddie in bed. Every night you would all get cosy and form the Sloane Sandwich. A perfect recipe with a slice of mom and dad and in between was the filling of Sloaney Bologna (a nickname coined by Eddie that neither you or your daughter were too thrilled about). Both of you were infatuated with the perfect little cherub you made together and just wanted to be near her always. Sloane could happily snuggle against her dad with you being big spoon and still able to keep your arm over her and Eddie's torso. It was ideal. 

Then Iris came along aka Eddie's clone and shadow. Naturally, she inherited her dad's clinginess as well as everything else. Unlike Sloane, who just slept happily in the middle enjoying both parents. Iris insisted on clinging to Eddie like a tiny curly headed spider monkey. Now it was a slice of you, Sloaney Bologna and then Iris insisted on being so close to Eddie, she was more like a condiment smeared on top of him rather than an extra filling. For the first time in your relationship, your sleeping position of having your arm draped around Eddie's stomach was no longer possible. Instead he just had a little Iris laying right on top, a mini Munson stack. But, you couldn't be angry, not when they looked so cute. Little duplicates of each other who'd become inseparable. 

It worked out that you had two years between each daughter. So by time you were pregnant with Maeve, the bed was full with four year old Sloane and two year old Iris, plus you and Eddie. Realising there's quite a difference between that and just a baby and a two year old in the bed. Iris was now less of a little mini Munson stack on top of Eddie but rather a lump. All of that mixed with your baby bump, meant it was time to have the talk with Eddie. 

'Baby, we can't all fit in the same bed anymore,' you broke it to him. 

He gasped like you had suggested something outrageously cruel, as if you now wanted your kids to sleep in cages. 

'But we're a Munson sandwich?!' He huffed. 

'Well, you've overfilled the sandwich,' you raised a finger at him, stopping him from sniggering at the innuendo. 'I am the top piece of bread that can no longer balance on top! Between you, your clinger, Sloaney and now the bump, your beloved wife and carrier of your children is practically falling out of bed.'

Over the years, you had learnt using carrying his children was a sure fire way to win with Eddie. He groaned like a teenager, knowing you'd used the secret weapon. 

'Fiiiine. We'll get a bigger mattress, sweetheart!'

Your jaw dropped. 

'Eddie! That is not what I was suggesting!'

He held his hand up in protest. 

'Well, sweets, you should've known better than to have ever let me have my way and have the girls in the bed. We're a bed sharing family now. Deal with it. We shall be getting a bigger mattress!'

By the end of the week you were the proud owner of a mattress that seemed to be the size of every other one you've owned, stitched together. Yet, Eddie would soon learn it would not be enough. Nothing was a match for the terror of Maeve Munson. 

'I don't know how, but I know you've taught her to do this,' he accused, outraged that a baby kicked him so hard he had a black eye. 

After you dealt with Iris clinging to your husband for the last two years, he was now getting a taste of his own medicine. Although, Maeve was far more ruthless than her sister, even as a newborn. 

'You were in her way,' you smirked, 'she thought you were trying to steal her Mommy.' 

'You were mine first,' Eddie grumbled from the other side of the bed, sore eye and all. 

Now Sloane was six, she wasn't a permanent feature in the bed but her absence did not create more space. Maeve simply turned it into a buffering zone. If her dad were to encroach on the space, little limbs would kick ferociously to keep him at bay. 

One night you had even been awoken by a wail from Eddie. 

'AHhh you better be sure that you didn't want anymore kids, Y/N because Cerberus Munson has just crushed all hope of it!!'

To go with his now sore balls, he got a hard shove from yourself. 

'Cerberus Munson? Absolutely not. That nickname is vetoed. Far worse than Sloaney Bologna. If Maeve is Cerberus, that means I'm hell!!'

He knew he'd stitched himself up with that one so sulked in silence the rest of the night; bringing you your favourite breakfast in the morning. 

As you sat on your bed, eating your apology breakfast, alongside a black eyed and tender balled, Eddie, you strategised. Despite how funny it was, there was no denying your precious, protective Maeve was a health hazard. It would be a real shame to injure him further considering you'd married a man with such a pretty face and balls. So, a new arrangement was made. No longer were you and Eddie the slices of bread in the Munson Sandwich. It now went a slice of Iris, a filling of dad, a filling of mom and then a slice of Maeve. It meant for the first time in four years, you and Eddie could actually fall asleep on each other like you had your whole relationship. Then, on the occasion Sloane joined, she could slip perfectly in between you just as she had when she first arrived. 

Even as your children grew older, the Munson Sandwich was still beloved. On sad days or chilly nights, the Sandwich would reassemble. It didn't matter if they were adults with their own children, Eddie and you were going to cuddle your girls like they were still your little babies. 

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@josephquinncore

[phoenixcatch7]

You got me thinking about this all day. I'm on mobile so forgive autocorrect

Padok stared at the kid in front of him. The kid stared intently back.

"You can... just take them. They're free," Padok repeats.

"That's not fair! I don't want to be in your debt! We'll trade."

"Ok. What do you have in mind?"

The kid, who had curly hair and a green tunic over a brown undershirt shrugged and started sorting through his bag. He pulled out many things including a little doll of himself which he immediately put back in, a raft that he swiftly threw over his shoulder before it expanded and knocked a few of his companions to the ground, and a large bottle that was obviously supposed to be a terrarium complete with sticks and a brightly colored beetle, before finally pulling out a stick with a few leaves and flower blossoms on it. The kid smiled proudly and set it on the table, declaring it a "symbol of life and prosperity grown in the blessed gardens of the Great Mothers."

Padok had no fucking idea what that was supposed to mean but he nodded and set the stick on the shelf, getting a bunch of bananas to hand to the kid, who accepted. This usually is a red flag that you're dealing with yiga, but Padok had his doubts.

The curly haired kid thanked him and wandered away. Padok slyly watched him take a banana and chomp off the top, peel and all. Curly made a disgusted face but chewed and swallowed while several jaws dropped in the group he'd come with, along with one chiding "Hy-Rule!"

Scarf attempted to stop Curly, but Blue Hat stepped in with a grin, shake of a coin bag and a gesture where the quad colored tunic kid was watching in fascination. Wolf pelt tried the peel and actually nodded like it was alright. Scarf threw up his hands and turned to their leader, a man with full plate armor - how rich are these people?- who had been teaching the caped boy with a replica of Link's sword how to peel and eat a banana properly. Lobster shirt was watching them and took the banana peel, rubbing the inside consideringly. When Armor turned to address Curly, Lobster shirt carefully dropped the peel on the ground and went to bother his elders.

"But it is edible?" Curly asked loudly, shaking the peel for emphasis.

"I mean yes, but just because it won't give you food poisoning doesn't mean you should eat it!" Armor argued, rubbing his eyes.

Lobster shirt pointed out Lola, Padok's dog, to wolf pet, who ran to greet her and slipped on the dropped peel landing flat on his ass.

"It doesn't matter how it tastes!" Curly was meanwhile arguing. "Everything that can even give nutrients is a gift you shouldn't waste! What if after here we get stranded something we can't scavenge or hunt in? You'll be wishing you had extra peels to eat!"

Armor opened his mouth, visibly sighed, and gave up. Curly took another triumphant bite of the peel and cringed. Blue hat exchanged money with Quad Color. Scarf's face was buried in his hands.

Padok's pretty sure these guys aren't yiga.

I'm cackling oh I love this.

The increasingly doubtful stable master, hyrules canon bag of goodies with the raft and doll, the shout of dismay from the group but twilight testing it with... I can't tell if he used his human or dog taste buds, even my black hole of a goat dog won't eat banana peel XD. I think twilight just. Is like that.

But wind discovering the banana slip on his very first banana.... Tricking twilight with a dog to pet (mood), the way the guy thought time was rich af or at least descended from people who were, with his plate mail, hyrule ACTIVELY defending his terrible taste but hating the banana peel XD. The general air of chaos. Oh I love this!!!

Yeah sure despite the bananas they manage to pass the test anyway. First people to do so, but now he's got a great story to tell the next people coming in lmao.

[faithhearted]

@honorhearted {x}

Lola had dealings with all sorts of clients with all sorts of different demeanors, expectations, and kinks, but the soldier's reaction of distaste was a bit of a new one for her. Maybe wearing the shako, as Brew.ster had so gleefully suggested, was a little too much after all.

Disinterested in their quarrel, Lola shamelessly snooped through the items on the Major's campaign chest, testing the scent of a half-used cologne bottle, inspecting the pomade, and toying with the soft bristles of a shaving brush in the opened kit.

It was rather disappointing to see that there was nothing of value for her to swipe. And here she'd thought this particular soldier was one of important rank. Perhaps she'd been wrong.

Finally, she heard a thunderous "Get her out!" That's when he turned toward her with a remorseful expression, "I'm so sorry that this l.obcock has wasted your time, but your services here are no longer required."

"Suit yourself," she shrugged. Either way, she'd already been paid.

"Whoa, whoa, I paid good money for this, and for a full hour!" Caleb interjected, as though reading her mind, "Lola, darlin', you just stay right there. He's a p.reacher's boy, so you know how it goes -- 'pissy 'n' pious jitters' and all that."

Normally, this is where she would have cooed, uttered a sentiment about his stage fright, and reassured him in an attempt to coax him into bed, but she managed to catch a glimmer of something in his eyes that told her to use a different tactic. The usual wouldn't work on him. He wasn't just a man in need of a fuck because he was horney. Rather, he was a man in need of one because he was in heartache.

That was something she could work with.

Prompting conversation was the right path here. Lola didn't like to brag (yes, she did), but she was a true delight in conversation. Contrary to popular belief, she actually did spend most of her time talking with her clients. Besides, that often meant more opportunities for further pay.

"Thank you, Lieutenant, but I believe the Major and I can take it from here. If he doesn't wish to fuck me, then he needn't get his pego wet. I'm afraid you won't be taking your coin back though. Sorry, no refunds."

Despite his clear nature to protest, one look from Major Tall.madge and Brew.ster reluctantly retreated, muttering as he took his leave.

"Don't be too cross with him, sir. He meant well," Lola reassured, offering a coy little pout, "But regardless, he did pay for a full hour, so if you'd rather talk, my ears are yours to bend."

Her euphemism prompted an unabashed smirk.

[cocogrrrl]

daisies

you find yourself growing close and eventually developing feelings for kenny—a guy you met at a party. you develop hanahaki because of it as well. now, what are you gonna do?

kenny x implied fem!reader but with they/them pronouns (hanahaki au) cw: n/a, just angsty wc: 5064

an: this is part of an sp au where different versions of the reader has hanahaki and is in love with the main three! read the other two parts here!

Hanahaki is a disease something that affects many daily. From a small seed in your lungs, you’ll experience petals and flowers coming out from your mouth. It could take days, weeks, months, or even years to develop. Many hypothesize that it happens because of a love not returned, a love waiting on a bench.

Fortunately, it isn’t something that everyone will experience in their lifetime, although it is common. For those who catch the illness, you only have a few choices to pick from.

First, the sickness doesn’t last because the affection is returned. Many of those who survive this still need to receive medical attention for the healing process, depending on how severe the sickness had become. Many of these people who experience this are bound to live a happy life, though.

Second, you undergo a safe medical procedure that, while cures you, makes you devoid of any sense of love anymore. These operations usually do not pose many health risks, and the survival rate is high.

Lastly, you could just bear the pain, although you will suffocate to death.

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You’re in your junior year right now. It’s been a few months since you moved to South Park. You moved over the summer, and now you were a month or two into classes.

The people here were often hit or miss. Rarely some of them hit, like your close friend Wendy, but there were a lot of other people that missed, like a decent population of the town.

You would say that you were adjusting to the place just fine. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t perfect as well. You could handle this place. It felt new and exciting, frankly.

Now, you were preparing for a house party at Tolkien’s. You didn’t know him that well, but you shared some classes with him, and he seemed like a pretty normal guy. Funnily enough, he might be the most normal guy here, even if he was better off financially than most people here.

Wendy was going to pick you up anytime right now, so you sat nearby your door waiting for her. Honestly, you thought she was going to be picked up by her girlfriend, Bebe, but she told you that Bebe had to pick up her friends Red, Lola, and Jenny.

You heard your phone ring as your doorbell did too. It must be Wendy. You opened the door and were greeted by a big hug.

“Hey, YN!” She beamed as she eyed your outfit up and down. “You look amazing! Where’d you get the shoes?”

“Oh, I thrifted it, actually.” 

“Woah, we should go do that some time! I’d love to thrift with you.” She said as you walked out the door, double-checking your keys and locking the knob. “It’s great for the environment, plus you might already know some great thrift areas here.” 

As you two got in the car, you continued chatting. Be it about music, art, poetry, and of the like, the ride was never quiet. Although you were a relatively approachable person, you didn’t talk a lot. With Wendy, it was the opposite. You found yourself going on long tangents and ranting as she listened happily.

“Really? Edgar Allan Poe?” Wendy mused. She was intrigued by your fascination with the writer during your middle school years. According to her, you didn’t seem like the type of person to enjoy his work.

“Yeah,” you sighed, chuckling at her bewilderment. “I mean, you don’t strike me as an Oscar Wilde enjoyer either.”

“What can I say? I like the simplicity and beauty of his writing.”

“Well, I like Poe’s use of imagery and dark themes.” Like dark and light were you two sometimes. Two sides of the same coin, yet somehow complete opposites.

“We’re here, by the way,” she said as she pulled up by the sidewalk of Tolkien’s house.

“Alright,” you replied, unbuckling your seatbelt as you exited the car.

Though it was just 9 PM, the place was already packed. The place somewhat reeked the smell of weed and alcohol already, and bright, colorful lights swayed and flashed nearly everywhere. Music was blaring, and peoples’ chatters filled the room and blasted your ears. It was an overwhelming atmosphere. You had been there for just 10 minutes, and you already felt like you were about to pass out. 

“Hey, Bebe’s already here, so I’m just gonna say hi to then I’ll show you around.” She smiled at you. You answered with a nod, and she headed away in a dash. To keep your head above water, you decided to stand in the middle of a hallway, where it was a lot more quiet—just to ground yourself.

You were leaning back against the wall, minding your own business and calming down from the mess that was earlier. Needless to say, you were overwhelmed.

“Well, I haven’t seen you here,” A voice spoke in front of you. Immediately, you snapped your head up to see who it was. You were confronted with a taller guy sporting a dirty blonde mullet. He didn’t look shabby. No, not at all.

“Are you new here?” He smiled, casually bringing out his hand out for a handshake.

“Well, I’ve been here for a few months already.” You hesitantly shook his hand.

“Then why haven’t I seen a pretty face like yours around here?” You wanted to cringe, but you also wanted to be polite. You were intrigued as well, though. You’ve never been approached like this.

“I, unfortunately, do not go out a lot.” You sighed.

“Hmm… But you seem really familiar.” He paused, deep in thought. “Oh! You’re YN from English class, yeah?”

“You just noticed right now?” You raised a brow, giggling at his slowness.

“Well, sorry, we’ve only had school for a month, and I skip most of my classes. Forgive me if I’m a little slow.” He lightheartedly joked. “Do you know who I am, though?”

“Some guy from my English class, I’d assume.”

“Ouch. A cute person doesn’t know I exist. Ahhh, it hurts.” He placed his hands over his chest, acting as if he was having a heart attack. “The only cure is a kiss on the lips.” He said, fluttering his eyelashes.

“You’re desperate.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not saving you.”

“On the cheeks?”

“Still no.”

“On the hand?”

“Nope.”

“Anything!” He placed the back of his hand on his forehead. “Woe is me, dearest YN!”

“Do you want my number?” You chuckled, pitying him a little bit. While he does seem a little weird, he was definitely an interesting and fun person to be around. You just have to keep your distance, you figured.

“Why thank you, great YN!” He said, handing you his phone. You chuckled, feeling a little bit embarrassed for him. You put in his number and handed it back to him. He sent a ‘hi’ on his phone, and you heard your phone ring with his number on it. “I’m Kenny if you don’t already know.”

“Huh, nice to meet you then.” You smiled at him—just to be polite, though. “I’m guessing you’ve already had a lot to drink.” You said, smelling the booze and weed off of him. His scent was the entire party.

“You know it, baby.” He winked at you before turning on his heel to head back to the main area of the place. “I’ll see you in English, YN. Byeeeee!” He waved.

You waved back, knowing he wouldn’t turn back to look at you anyways. You didn’t know why, but you seemed to like the guy’s presence. It felt inviting, unlike a lot of the people you’ve met here so far.

“YN!” You hear a voice call you out from the end of the hallway. It was Wendy with Bebe trailing right behind her. “There you are! I’ve been looking around the whole place for you.” She said, grabbing your shoulder.

“Ahh, sorry, Wends.” You apologized, feeling a little guilty for not telling Wendy where you were. “I was overwhelmed by the place, so I needed to find some place a little quieter…”

“That’s alright! You shouldn’t apologize for making yourself comfortable.” She patted your back. “Now let me show you around,” she said, whisking you away from one of the only quiet areas in the mansion.

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That night was a blast. You didn’t drink too much, but you had enough to get you a lot more chattier than usual. Besides Kenny, whom you did not tell Wendy about yet, you met three new people! They were of the names Tweek, Craig, and Jimmy. Tolkien was a part of their friend group, but you couldn’t say hi to him since he was plenty busy getting more ice for everyone.

You also remembered meeting Kenny’s friends last night. Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. You were only really well acquainted with Kyle. You’ve talked to him a few times outside academic matters, so you’ve come to learn that he had a boyfriend, which was the other guy mentioned earlier—Stan, who also happened to be Wendy’s boyfriend for a while.

All this history between a few people interested you, but it also kind of hit you like a truck. This town was built on years of people with deep connections. You had just moved in, and many of these people probably didn’t want you in your group, seeing how they’re comfortable and happy in their cliques. This made you upset at first, but then you realized you were happy to know that there were people who accepted you into their lives wholeheartedly.

You were recalling the events of last night, remembering that Kenny had approached you once more that night.

“So, how are you liking South Park, pretty?” He slid beside you on the couch. Wendy was currently getting drinks for the two of you, so she was currently occupied in the kitchen right now. “Is it good? Bad? I know it's sometimes pretty batshit weird here, but you just gotta trust me when I say-”

“I think I need more time to fully grapple with a single opinion on this place,” you answered, feeling a little dizzy from the alcohol. You didn’t realize it, but you laid your head on his shoulder as you spoke. “There’s a whole lot of niche people in this town. At least that means I can explore it from different angles.”

“Huh…” Kenny didn’t seem to be at all fazed by your touch. In fact, he indulged in it, even going so far as to pat your head. “That’s a very positive outlook—compared to all the other ones I’ve heard from here. I like that.” Really, yours was probably one of the most cheerful views among the town full of negative minds.

“Haha, thanks. You were kinda weird at first, I’ll be honest. Like, earlier in the hallway.” Your bluntness from being tipsy served you an appreciative comment from Kenny, but maybe not anymore. “I think I like you, though, Kenny, or at least I think I will.” You said mindlessly.

“Oh, really? What’ll make you really like me then?” He asked lightheartedly, expecting a dry reply from you.

You leaned back on the couch, removing yourself from the comfort of Kenny’s shoulder, as you looked at Tolkien’s ceiling to think. “Go to class more. If you do, maybe I can get to know you better.”

There was a quiet between you. All Kenny did was nod. While the party was booming and more live than ever, you were up in your little world enjoying the feeling of the alcohol pumping through your body.

That silence was disturbed when Wendy came back and handed your drinks. “Kenny? What are you doing here?” She asked. For a moment, you could tell she seemed slightly annoyed by his presence, but you didn’t ask her about it—not wanting to press on any possible wounds.

“I was just giving them some company.” He said, getting up from the couch. You felt the couch gently rise back to, what you could assume, was its normal state. “I’ll get out of your hair now. See you, YN.” He winked at you as he walked off.

How did you feel about the whole thing? A little weary because of how agitated Wendy seemed when she saw you two beside each other. Of course, it was more logical to trust your close friend over someone you just met. You just wondered why she didn’t like him.

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It was the day after the party. You were in your first subject—English class—and most of the students were absolutely hammered—including you. That didn’t matter, though. You had a blast that night, and you were sure that all the fun you had was worth it.

While waiting for your teacher to come, heard a crash by the front of the classroom. Curious, you looked up, and, to everyone’s surprise, it was Kenny. He scanned the classroom for empty seats and took the one next to you.

“Hey, angel face.” He winked at you. You rolled your eyes and quietly waved at him. Maybe the party brought some bad things as well. It’s not that you hated Kenny, but it’s just that you didn’t want to be flirted with nonstop.

You were currently just doodling in your notebook whatever you thought. Some scribbled-out lyrics and quotes here, some drawings there. “I thought you skipped school often. What happened?”

“I wanted to see you,” he answered, leaning his head on his palm as he watched you write away. He took a glance and saw your notebook. “Hey, is that Bocchi?” He said, pointing to a little sketch you indeed made of the character earlier.

“Yeah,” you said, surprised he knew who it was. Although, you were a little weary of the type of fan he was. “You’ve seen Bocchi the Rock?” You turned your head to him as you dropped your pen, your interest in him being piqued.

Now you’ve certainly got him excited. He lifted his head from his palm and leaned in closer to you. “I recently binged the show with Stan.”

Maybe this was a chance for you to know him outside of the flirty names. You decided to start somewhere simple. “Who’s your favorite character?”

“Hmm…” He sat there, thinking for a split second. “If we’re talking about the people in the band, Ryo, I think. If we’re talking about all of the characters, definitely the drunk bassist girl. She’s cool.”

“Kikuri?” He nodded. “Well, I can’t say I’m too surprised to know that she’s your favorite.” You chuckled.

“Huh? What does that mean?”

You hummed teasingly, continuing to draw in your sketchbook. He kept asking, but you kept prancing over the answer lightheartedly. This wouldn’t go on for long, though, since the class was about to start.

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The whole week was honestly a blast. You and Kenny bonded over your love for animation. You spent time at his place, he spent time at yours, and you two endlessly watched and rewatched a bunch of movies and shows.

He wasn’t much of an artist, but he did have a huge appreciation for animation and art in general. He told you once that it was his little sister who actually sparked his interest in the medium. You found it endearing.

Asides from that, you realized you two were becoming closer. He wasn’t as cheesy as you initially thought, but it was still definitely there nonetheless. Under the surface of pet names and bad pick-up lines was a genuinely positive and charismatic guy underneath all that.

I don’t know, you found him fun to be with, and you were looking to be friends with more people here. Kenny seemed to fill in that role. He seemed like someone you trusted, seeing how you’d already been to each others’ houses. You two grew close, needless to say.

“YN, can I tell you something?” Wendy’s voice snapped you out of thought. You were currently in her room with her and Bebe. She invited you first, and you said no because you thought you’d be intruding on the couples’ time alone, but she insisted for some reason.

“What is it, Wends?”

“Well,” she nervously trailed off. “I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Kenny, and while that’s great and all, I need you to know the person he actually is…”

“What do you mean by that?” You replied, a little confused.

“He’s,” she paused, seemingly hesitant to continue. “He’s kinda known to go around flirting with other people.”

“Alright, and?” Now you were confused. Sure, you enjoyed Kenny’s company, but you weren’t entitled to it. “I don’t like like him, Wendy.”

“That may be true, but I’m just looking out for you, okay? Whether you like him or not, I want you to know the type of person he is so you’re aware of the type of people you surround yourself around.”

Wendy made sense, though. Maybe he was a bad person, maybe he wasn’t. Should you start distancing yourself from him? You didn’t want to, definitely, but should you? Could you? You didn’t quite know what to do. You really enjoyed his presence. It felt easy being around him. You felt like you could be yourself around him. Wendy too—no questions asked—but you couldn’t just also rely on her forever. You had to grow at some point.

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That night, you were deep in thought about what Wendy said. Was it even important anyways? Or did you just have nothing to think about? You weren’t sure. You were slumped against the bed, thinking about your choices.

Something caught you off guard, though. You felt something stuck in your throat. You gagged on it, scared of the feeling. Once you got it out, you looked at what it was—a daisy? Why, when, and how on Earth would you have swallowed an entire flower whole?

The next few minutes were wash, rinse, and repeat as more flowers bubbled up your throat and out your mouth. You were terrified, to say the least. Did you eat a daisy seed, and it grew in your stomach? Were you about to turn into one big flower?

There was no way you were telling this to anyone, though, not until you find out what it is. You looked up your symptoms and saw the diagnosis exactly aligned with what was happening to you right now—Hanahaki Disease.

Before you got in bed, though, you continued to look into it a bit more. So, your choices were either to confess, to get surgery, or to let it consume you. Yeah, you wanted to avoid the first two as much as possible.

That all lead up to the question of who was it you had a crush on? You sat there, a little confused. You skimmed through your options until it hit you—it was probably Kenny. Was this what Wendy was warning you about? Chancefully and quite likely as well.

You would just have to wait for tomorrow and see.

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Your first subject was English once more. You were currently wearing a mask, just in case you coughed and didn’t catch a petal or flower. You sat in your usual seat, scribbling away in your notebook.

“What’s with the mask, YN? Trying to be edgy or something?” Kenny said from behind you. After that, he took his place beside you.

“I’m actually sick, thank you very much.”

“Oh, well, get soon then.” He casually said, patting your head. “There’s an outdoor cinema showing tonight. I think they’re showing Fantastic Mr. Fox. You wanna go?”

“We just watched that a few days ago.”

“Who says we can’t watch it again?”

You hummed, finding yourself agreeing with him.

You were interrupted by a string of coughs, feeling the many flowers rise. Last night and earlier this morning, they weren’t too bad, yet why now did it seemingly amplify? You excused yourself to the bathroom just to get rid of the flowers, still trying to process the pattern of your flowers’ frequency.

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A little later, it was now lunch. Your mom had packed you some food, so you were by the bleachers of the field watching Wendy and Bebe practice for their upcoming cheer competition. 

In your peripherals, you saw Kenny hanging out with a girl. You didn’t pay too much mind to it. I mean, who are you to judge him for having friends? Yet Wendy’s comment from last night seemed to have popped into your head. Should you really be wary of him?

Well, you did have another clue as to what to do as you saw Kenny get closer to the girl. Probably a bit too close for it to be considered friendly. You were confused, though—he never told you about him having a girlfriend. Perhaps Wendy was right.

You felt your throat closing on you again as you started to cough violently. This was the second time today you had flowers sprouting more violently than usual. You sighed, already exhausted from this disease, as you leaned back on the seat behind you.

Seeing how Kenny may or may not have a girlfriend, you began to rethink your choices. You most probably did start to like him, but what are you gonna do about it? Would it be best to confess, or is surgery—and even death—the answer?

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“Are you ready for our date?” Kenny winked, pulling you out of the door by the arm. You found yourself blushing at his statement.

“Not really, but that is a very bold question to greet me with. I’ll give you that.” You hummed, letting go of his hand that was attached to your arm.

Your night with Kenny was fun. It wasn’t fancy or anything, but it was a very cozy night. You remember it in flashes. From takeout in 7/11 to the actual movie itself, it felt like there was a blurred line between romance and platonic. For you, at least.

You could recall many moments that night where you stared off at Kenny instead, telling yourself ‘You know, I think I’m okay with liking this guy.’ You fully accepted that you liked him.

You remember that, at one point, you were lost in his eyes. Your jaw was slightly agape, your eyes were off in the distance, and you were just focused on him. You hated how smitten he got you in a week or less, yet you also really liked spending time with him. The blame is probably on you.

You could just sit there and stare at him, though. You lost his appearance. The way his hair was always unkempt, the way he was so careless in his outfits yet so stylish, the way freckles littered all over his body, the way you noted the small gap in his front teeth whenever he smiled at you, the way his fingers seem so calloused. You were lost in it all.

“YN?” He called. “YN!” He shooked your body, not with too much force—just enough to snap you back into reality.

“Ah, sorry,” you apologized, shaking your head. “What were you saying?”

“The movie was fun, right?” For a moment, you could’ve sworn that there was a glint of worry in his eyes. Like your opinion actually mattered. You were probably just making things up, though.

“Of course. I mean, it’s not called Fantastic Mr. Fox for nothing, right?” You gave a comforting smile at him, in case by the off-chance what your eyes saw in his was right.

Maybe you were right cause you saw him beam after that. “You’re right. That final fight sequence where there are explosions and stuff will always get me.” He happily taped on the steering wheel of his extremely worn-out car. “You wanna go somewhere else right now, princess?”

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Eventually, you knew you had to tell Wendy all about this, though.

“Wendy, I have Hanahaki, and I think it’s because I like—”

“Kenny?” You nodded. “What did I tell you?”

You sighed. It was a few days after your little outing with Kenny. You felt guilty. You should’ve listened to Wendy and gotten away before you had the chance. “Yeah, I’m sorry. You can’t fully blame me, though. I never thought I would like Kenny.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry for being harsh about him.” She pouted, rubbing your back as you buried your face in your hands. “What are you gonna do about it anyway?”

“I wanna try confessing, but I have my doubts. I mean, you’ve seen him with other girls, right?” She nodded. “If ever it doesn’t work, I’m not quite sure what to do…”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure things’ll work out for you.” She smiled hopefully at you. These were not the type of situations it’s easy to maintain hope, but definitely, you knew you could be alright for now as long as you keep your head above water.

“Thanks, Wends.”

“Of course, YN.”

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A week went by. You were trying to build up the courage to tell him, but every time you did you were often greeted by someone talking to him first. It was either that or you were too ashamed to show your face to him anymore. You began to keep to yourself instead.

It couldn’t last like this forever, though, at some point, you did have to see some results appear. Kenny was starting to message you more often, and you could feel the worry from his messages. All this for someone you’ve only known for like two weeks?

It was either go all in or go with nothing. Seeing how your life was on the line, you decided it was probably best to confront him. You even asked Wendy about it, to which she was kinda annoyed with how you had even spaced yourself away from him. Thinking about it now, it was kinda stupid.

You called him up on the phone reluctantly. Luckily for you, he answered.

“Hey, Kenny?” You said, your voice much raspier over the week.

“What’s up, YN?” There was a hint of concern in his voice. You had been dodging him a lot recently—it was only right of him to worry.

“Are you busy right now?”

“No, not really. How come?”

“I can’t explain right now.” Your hands were shaking over the phone. Your chest was filling up with nervousness. “Can you meet me behind the school? Like, right now?”

“Alright.”

Minutes later, you found yourself playing with your hands on your lap. With every passing minute, flowers bloomed more and more out of your chest. Before Kenny could arrive, you tried to pull them all out of your mouth.

“What’s the problem, YN?” Kenny suddenly appeared by your side as he slid on the bench you sat on. The distress on his face was greater than you could possibly imagine. To be honest, you felt really guilty for making him feel this way.

“I like you, Kenny.” You said. Straight to the point, easy, quick. Painless, like ripping a bandaid off a wound. The question is if it’ll sting right after.

“I know,” was all he said. 

“Huh?” You were confused. How could he possibly have known? Were you just that obvious? “Kenny, I like you a lot. Like, romantically.” You sighed, shaking your head.

Quiet was all you heard. This was new, at least for you. It would always be a little noisy whenever you were with him.

When you looked up at him, you could only see him staring at you, mouth agape like you on that one night. Not in a way that he was astonished by you, no, in a way where he was shocked.

You might as well explain everything while you’re at it. “I developed Hanahaki because of it, and I saw how close you were with others a lot.” You left out the part Wendy told you to stray away intentionally, not wanting him to be offended or anything. “I figured why even try to confess if it seemed like you were going to reject me anyway?”

“What made you confess, then?”

“I knew had to stay alive, and I had to face the fact that you were my only hope.”

He wrapped your arms around you in a comforting hug. You assumed the worst with his silence. You assumed that he didn’t like you. You felt the flowers in your chest push themselves out of you. You hunched over, detaching yourself from his embrace, coughing violently as flowers slipped out of your mouth.

He patted your back, and, before you could realize it, you started to cry. Was this it for you? Your life is at its end because a guy flirted with you at a party? That’s so stupid.

He noticed your tears, though, and he pulled your hair behind your ear. “Why are you crying, princess?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You don’t like me, and now I have to decide what horrible fate I have to put myself through!” You felt guilty for putting the blame on him, but you were scared. What the fuck were you going to do now?

“Woah, there.” He suddenly stopped you, pulling you up from your slumped position. “Who said I didn’t like you?”

You paused right then and there. For that very moment, all flowers growing in your chest and all tears threatening to pour had stopped. “Huh?”

“I like you too, YN. Ever since.” He chuckled at your dumbfoundedness, pulling you into another hug.

“You didn’t say it, though!”

“Were all the pet names and, quote-unquote, ‘dates’ I took you to not obvious enough?”

“I thought you were like that to everyone else…”

“Sure, but that was before.” He sighed, shaking his head as he laughed. “I thought you were a really pretty thing at first when I met you at that party, YN. It was shallow, I know, but our conversation later that night really sparked my interest in you. I’ve liked you ever since.”

“But the girls…”

“I was asking them for advice.” He smacked his lips. “I just never went through with them because I noticed you were distancing yourself away from me. I thought you were, like, trying to subtly say you didn’t like me anymore—or even at all.” 

“Kenny,” you hummed against his chest.

“Yeah?”

“I’m so sorry. Thank you very much.” You whispered against his chest.

“Always and forever, pretty.”

[divinesayer]

sapphic september masterpost

(a little late but hey. i was at work all week!) @sapphic-september

divination - Divine/Misty Lola - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: Her brother had not been killed by an accident with the Witch. No, he was disposed of by a woman claiming to be a God, a spokesperson for a new world.

resurrection - Divine/Aki Izayoi - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: She wasn't supposed to be alive, and yet there she was.

find myself at your door - Divine/Yusei Fudo - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: Yusei doesn't know what she's doing here.

evening routine - Light Yagami/L - Death Note Rating: G Summary: She just wants to know her name.

it's you and me on the coin - Toy Chica & Withered Chica - Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: G Summary: It looks... awfully familiar. Like her, if she was covered in felt instead of hard plastic.

metaphysical awareness disorder - Link/Zelda - The Legend of Zelda / The Mandela Catalogue Rating: T Summary: The Sheikah Slate does not recognise her.

prized possessions - Jack Atlas/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: “Oh, dear Aki, you’re so naïve. Keep your friends close, and your enemies much, much closer.”

afterlife - Divine/Carly Nagisa - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: The act of cheating death had long since fascinated her.

moonlight - Divine/Yusei Fudo - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: Besides, she could see decently enough; a bright full moon beamed down on her, illuminating the pathway better than any artificial light could. She could have stayed out here like this forever, tranquil and quiet, and more importantly, alone.

the bridge - Rex Godwin/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: ‘Daedalus bridge – the so-called unfinished bridge in Satellite. Creator has gained legendary status among citizens of Satellite. Suspect missing, presumed dead.’ Warnings: alcohol, vomiting

take me to church - Jack Atlas/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: E Summary: Jack's pulse was recognisable anywhere. So strong, so her. Warnings: Vampire AU

eat me like a main dish - Jack Atlas/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: E Summary: Jack Atlas was magnetic, and Divine did not stand a chance against it.

i walked with you once upon a dream - Jack Atlas/Divine - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's Rating: G Summary: Bright red eyes illuminated through the dark, mirroring the glow of a strange, V-shaped mark. The screech of some creature filled the space, and then everything was engulfed in the same hue that had been watching her.

[inhal4tion]

(  lola tung  .  non-binary  .  they/she  )  .    ⸻   elyse ke  ,  a  twenty two  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  six months  .  the  flighted  is  known  for  being  luminary  and  volatile  and  is  often  associated  with  hand-me-down clothes whose age is seen in the various patches that tether it together , stuffing all of one's life possessions into a jansport backpack , peering into one's soul via intense eye contact  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a tailor at silver coin laundromat  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  THIS FILE CANNOT BE FOUND  .

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PART : 001 — THE BASICS

full name : elyse bettina ke. nickname(s) : mostly just elyse, but she'd accept ely if you're friendly. age : twenty2 yrs old. hometown : meridian, mississippi, usa. gender & pronouns : non-binary, they/she. orientation : lesbian. western sun sign : aquarius.

PART : 002 — THE APPEARANCE

faceclaim : lola tung. height : 5'6". hair color : warm brown. eye color : brown, almost black. distinct marking(s) : a  scar  at  the  tail  of  their  left  eyebrow  due  to  falling  out  of  a  tree  as  a  child  ;  reddish  brown  hair  that  hits  mid-back,  frizzy  with  a  slight  wave  to  it  ;  red  raw  cuticles  due  to  picking  at  the  skin  ;  a  wistful,  vacant  look  in  her  eyes  when  they're  peering  out  into  the  distance,  but  the  unspoken  intensity  comes  when  eye  contact  is  made  ;  eternally  living  in  long  skirts  that  clash  with  whatever  is  worn  on  top  and  one  pair  of  shoes  -  all-terrain  boots 

PART : 003 — DIG DEEPER

likes : sitting  next  to  natural  running  water  -  the  sound�� has  always  been  a  source  of  calmness,  portioning  out  small  paycheck  dividends  on  setting  out  food  for  stray  animals,  people  watching  and  being  shameless  with  her  staring,  asking  slightly  interrogative  questions,  acts  of  service  as  her  main  love  language,  people  who  express  themselves  through  art  and  craft,  the  inner  feelings  evoked  by  live  music, getting around via public transport dislikes : people  in  positions  of  influence  and  power  who  wield  it  as  an  intimidation  tactic,  the  smell  of  sulfur,  unkind  and  overbearing  guardians,  hyper-intellectuals  who  denounce  any  forms  of  spiritualism,  the  smell  of  hospitals  and  other  medical  facilities,  making  assumptions  about  people,  olives,  hunting  for  sport,  walking  into  spiderwebs

PART : 004 — QUICK FACTS

death  during  childbirth  —  elyse  was  said  to  have  come  out  quiet,  stilling  in  her  first  moments  as  her  mother  approached  her  final.  that  moment  alone  has  been  hung  over  her  head,  tethered  to  her  psyche  as  a  constant  reminder  of  the  sin  she  committed  just  as  a  mere  infant.

parental  resentment  —  because  of  that,  her  father,  one  spoken  of  as  a  kind,  loving  man,  extended  that  grace  to  everyone  but  her.  elyse  was  his  wife's  killer,  the  one  who  now  wore  her  same  lopsided  grin  and  whose  irises  shone  the  same  amber  as  hers  did.  they  were  a  reminder  of  that  -  a  mockery,  even. 

years  of  compiling  grief  turned  her  father  to  religion  -  the  hull,  a  new  age  cult  whose  bastardized  doomsday  prepping  and  rapture  stories  kept  a  whole  community  tethered  to  the  hip  of  the  overseer.  she  knew  he  was  just  a  man,  but  men  could  still  burn  worlds  down. 

nature  and  her  adoptive  siblings,  other  children  who  lived  in  the  compound,  kept  them  sane.  they  gave  elyse  purpose,  reminded  her  of  love  and  its  perseverance  despite  all.  they  kept  her  afloat,  docile  so  as  to  not  bring  them  any  harm  as  collateral,  but  it  wore  on  her  as  they  got  older. 

teens  grew  into  adults  they,  too,  grew  restless.  minimal  interaction  with  the  outside  world  and  sneaky  library  trips  introduced  smuggled  media  -  dvds,  cds,  tapes,  everything  into  the  compound.  they'd  be  hidden  beneath  floorboards,  behind  the  grate  of  room  vents  -  give  kids  some  determination  and  they  could  make  it  work. 

escape  was  possible,  though  only  done  once  before.  she  knew  them  as  marjorie,  one  of  the  older  siblings  whose  spirit  had  elyse  enamored  upon  theirs  and  their  father's  entry  into  the  compound.  marjorie  was  their  sibling,  their  teacher,  their  step-in  guardian,  their  everything. 

fast  forward  to  a  year  of  planning  -  enthusiastic  volunteering  to  start  engaging  more  with  outside  labor,  something  favorable  in  the  eyes  of  the  overseer  and  the  elders  of  the  compound.  they  thought  that  she  was  finally  a  full  believer,  a  willing  disciple,  electing  to  finally  give  their  energy  to  the  betterment  of  their  little  community.  with  that,  she  was  able  to  gain  more  skills  pertinent  to  the  outdoors  -  more  importantly,  they  gained  more  insight  into  the  layout  of  the  compound.  every  blind  spot,  every  hiding  space,  all  of  it. 

she  left  with  nothing  more  than  a  goodbye  note  to  each  of  her  loved  ones  -  years  of  saved  birthday  and  christmas  cash  was  enough  for  the  journey  ahead.  there  was  no  real  destination  in  mind,  opting  for  the  cheapest  line  that  ran  from  mississippi  to  a  far  end  of  the  country.  the  booking  process  was  rushed  —  elyse  only  had  an  hour  of  that  library  computer  before  the  branch  closed.  a  few  days  on  a  greyhound  bus  that  stopped  in  red  creek  and  enough  cash  to  last  her  maybe  two  to  three  weeks  at  the  cheapest  motel.

ever  the  believer  in  signs  and  omens,  tripping  on  a  loose  thread  just  in  front  of  a  laundromat  whose  window  read  NOW  HIRING,  PART-TIME  TAILOR,  INQUIRE  INSIDE  solidified  her  stay.  at  least  for  now.

PART : 005 — POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

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coming soon ...

[lolinawinii]

your blog looks so cool could i request transproblematicalter and cisproblematicalter. they don't have to be called exactly that but like you want to be/are a problematic alter but with better wording maybe? if you do this thank you and even if you don't have a nice day! /gen

TRANSPROBLEMATICALTER

an identity where one thinks they should be // wants to be ,, or identifies as a problematic alter in a system !! this term is inclusive of all system

CISPROBLEMATICALTER

an identity where one currently IS a problematic alter in a system !! this term is inclusive to all systems

(they give off halloween vibes kind of :333)

[redcreekfm]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊  jj & aly   !  thank  you  so  much  for  applying  ,  we  are  so  excited  to  have  you  here  !  please  make  sure  to  follow  the  check  list   —  and  try  not  to  get  killed  .

  //   (  lola tung  .  non - binary  .  they / she  )  .    ⸻  elyse ke  ,  a  twenty - two  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  six months  .  the  flighted  is  known  for  being  luminary  and  volatile  and  is  often  associated  with  hand-me-down clothes whose age is seen in the various patches that tether it together , stuffing all of one's life possessions into a jansport backpack , peering into one's soul via intense eye contact  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a tailor at silver coin laundromat  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted . (  jj <3  )  

//   (  mikey madison  .  cis woman  .  she / her  )  .    ⸻  lissa  ivanov  ,  a  twenty - five  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  two months ( grew up here )  .  the  ice princess  is  known  for  being  dynamic  and  vindictive  and  is  often  associated  with  messy eyeliner from late nights out when you stumbled into bed , too faded to wash it off ; heated conversations whispered in russian at the kitchen island because he doesn’t like to not know what you two are saying , leaving a red lipstick stain on every collar she possibly can ; old ice skates hanging up in the back of the closet , unsharpened , unused  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a bartender at the warehouse & hostess at the lakeside grill .  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted .  (  aly <3  )  .

[hexereius]

» Aurora "Rory" Morningstar id pack «

Names:

Aura, Auria, Aubrey, Avery, Asher, Ava, Arias, Amelia, Abigail, Athena, Ariel --- Cory / Corey, Cora, Charlotte / Charlette, Charlie / Charley, Carlotta / Carlota

Dawn, Dahlia / Dalia, Dorian / Dorien --- Felicity, Felicia, Feather --- Herper, Hallie, Hazel, Hybrid

Ivy, Isabel / Isabelle, Isabela / Isabella --- Kori, Kyrie, Karlotte, Kitti / Kitty / Kittie, Katie / Katy --- Luna, Lottie, Lotte, Lola, Lotta, Layla

Maeve, Mia, Merida, Miranda --- Nora, Nory / Nori --- Parker, Penelope, Paisley

Quinn --- Rowan, Riley / Rylie / Rylee, Ronnie, Renée, Rosie, River, Reece / Reese, Romilly, Rhys

Scarlet / Scarlett / Skarlet --- Tori --- Violet --- Wren, Willow

1st p prns:

I / me / my / mine / myself

Ai / aure / aury / aurorine (aurine) / auroraself

Hi / he / holy / holine / holyself

Pi / punke / punky / punkine / punkself

Ri / rocke / rocky / rockine / rockself

Ri / rore / rory / rorine / roryself

Wi / winge / wingy / wingine / wingself

2nd p prns:

You / your / yours / yourself

Aou / Aur / aurs / aurself

Ho / holier / holiers / holierself

Po / punker / punkers / punkerself

Ro / rocker / rockers / rockerself

Ro / rore / rores / rorself

Wo / winger / wingers / wingerself

3rn p prns:

They / them / theirs / themself

Aur / rora, Aur / ora, auro / ra, au / rora, aurora / Aurora's, aurora / Rory

Ho / holy, holy / holys, holy / being, half / human, hybrid / hybrids

Pu / punk, punk / punks, punk / rock, punk / rocker

Ro / rock, ro / ck, rock / rocks, rock / roll, rock / star

Ro / ry, ro / Rory, ror / ry, Rory / Rory's

Wi / ng, wi / wing, wing / wings

Titles:

The child of Lucifer, the half human, with winged human, the holy human

(prn) who is punk rock, (prn) who has red wings, (prn) who has sharp feathers

Coinings:

AgerePunk - Anarchogender - APAB --- ButchPunk --- ContraPunk

Dragonfruit --- FauxAngelic

HeresyPunk --- Intersex Lesboy

ParaPunk - Punk Rankesque - PunkCreation

SlasherBun --- TrenderPunk - TransAngel

Requested by @sanguinaryfreaks

Tagging: @hewasanamericangirl and @the-church-of-strabismus

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[unknownmaly]

A Christmas to Remember

Christmas has always been a time that fills me with warmth and joy, a season that just feels like magic. Growing up in the Philippines, Christmas starts way before December. As soon as September arrives, you can already feel the excitement creeping in. The "Ber" months are something special here; it's like the whole country decides to start counting down to Christmas together. That’s when my family begins decorating, piece by piece, transforming our home into a little Christmas wonderland. Putting up the Christmas tree is one of the first steps, and each ornament holds its own memories from past holidays. But the highlight is the “Parol,” a beautiful, star-shaped lantern that’s always glowing outside our door. It’s like our own family beacon, bringing light to the neighborhood and letting everyone know that Christmas is on its way.

One of my absolute favorite Christmas traditions has always been caroling with my cousins. We’d start practicing our songs weeks before December, just waiting for the first chance to go out and sing. I’ll never forget the excitement whenever someone would shout, “Mamasko ta ta!”—the signal that it was time to grab our own made instruments and hit the streets. We made "bells" out of flattened bottle caps tied on a wire, just noisy enough to add a bit of rhythm to our songs. We’d go from house to house, singing with all the excitement in our hearts, hoping for a little reward at each stop. For us, it wasn’t only about the coins we’d earn, though the "extra baon" (extra allowance) was always nice. It was the thrill of feeling like we had worked for something on our own that made those nights special.

There were even times we were so eager that we started caroling as early as Halloween! I remember one year we decided to do it right around Kalag-kalag (All Souls’ Day), which is really meant for honoring departed loved ones. We were too young to think about it much; all we knew was that Christmas was coming, and we were just excited to start singing and earn our little "baon." To this day, it still makes me laugh running around with Santa hats and makeshift instruments in November, just too eager to wait.

But when December finally arrived, that’s when the true magic began. Caroling became more than just a kids’ thing; it turned into a family affair. My entire family would join in, from my lola and titas to cousins of all ages. We’d go out in groups, harmonizing and singing our hearts out as a family. We had our route down to an art, starting from one end of our neighborhood and visiting homes. Our relatives were always our biggest supporters, slipping us a few extra coins with a smile. Some nights, we wouldn’t finish until nearly 10 p.m., our voices tired but our hearts full. At the end of the night, we’d gather together to divide the earnings fairly, then go to bed with the happiest kind of tiredness, well a Christmas tiredness.

When Christmas Eve came, it was a different kind of celebration. This time, everyone gathered at home, filling it with laughter and the smell of Christmas food. I loved those nights, the way we’d all be together, eating, talking, and sharing stories. It felt like the whole world paused just for us, for our family. As midnight approached, we’d count down the seconds, waiting to wish each other a Merry Christmas right at 12 a.m. Those midnight moments were some of the most special, filled with hugs, laughter, and a feeling of pure joy that’s hard to describe.

And as the holiday continued, so did our family traditions. New Year’s Eve was like the grand finale, a time when we’d combine the joy of Christmas with the excitement of the New Year. The entire family would gather one more time, playing games, exchanging gifts, and celebrating with so much laughter that it felt like even the walls of our home were joining in. It was a time when everything felt right, like the world was wrapped up in this perfect bubble of love and happiness.

Now, looking back on those years, I realize how much those traditions shaped me. Christmas is more than just decorations or presents. It’s about love, gratitude, and togetherness. Christmas reminds me to be thankful, to cherish the people around me, and to remember the deeper meaning of the season—the birth of Jesus Christ, a time to honor hope and peace.

As I get older, the way I see Christmas might change, but the spirit remains the same. The excitement of being a kid and singing Christmas songs at every door may have faded, but I’ve come to appreciate the deeper side of Christmas. It’s a time to reconnect, to give back, and to remember what truly matters.

This Christmas, I’ll celebrate with all these memories close to my heart, knowing that the true magic of Christmas isn’t something that fades with age. It’s a feeling, a reminder of love, family, and the joy of being together. No matter where life takes me, I know that Christmas will always bring me back to these moments, reminding me of the warmth, the laughter, and the light that will always be a part of who I am.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

Xia Meng, also known as Hsia Moog or Miranda Yang (Sunrise, Bride Hunter)—For those who are familiar with Hong Kong's early cinema, Xia Meng is THE leading woman of an era, the earliest "silver-screen goddess", "The Great Beauty" and "Audrey Hepburn of the East". Xia Meng starred in 38 films in her 17-year career, and famously had rarely any flops, from her first film at the age of 18 to her last at the age of 35. She was a rare all-round actress in Mandarin-language films, acting, singing, and dancing with an enchanting ease in films of diverse genres, from contemporary drama to period operas. She was regarded as the "crown princess" among the "Three Princesses of the Great Wall", the iconic leading stars of the Great Wall Movie Enterprises, which was Hong Kong's leading left-wing studio in the 1950s-60s. At the time, Hong Kong cinema had only just taken off, but Xia Meng's influence had already spread out to China, Singapore, etc. Overseas Chinese-language magazines and newspapers often featured her on their covers. The famous HK wuxia novelist Jin Yong had such a huge crush on her that he made up a whole fake identity as a nobody-screenwriter to join the Great Wall studio just so he can write scripts for her. He famously said, "No one has really seen how beautiful Xi Shi (one of the renowned Four Beauties of ancient China) is, I think she should be just like Xia Meng to live up to her name." In 1980, she returned to the HK film industry by forming the Bluebird Movie Enterprises. As a producer with a heart for the community, she wanted to make a film on the Vietnam War and the many Vietnam War refugees migrating to Hong Kong. She approached director Ann Hui and produced the debut film Boat People (1982), a globally successful movie and landmark feature for Hong Kong New Wave, which won several awards including the best picture and best director in the second Hong Kong Film Award. Years later, Ann Hui looked back on her collaboration with Xia Meng, "I'm very grateful to her for allowing me to make what is probably the best film I've ever made in my life."

This is round 5 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.]

Xia Meng:

Marlene Dietrich:

ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face

its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies…. most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you.

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender

"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"would you not let her walk on you?"