#MISS UNITED STATES
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
#miss congeniality#heather burns#miss United states#00s movies#beauty#grace#sobbing#relatable#same#iconic film#girlhood
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bad End
If a zombie rots away completely, what’s left?
————————————————————————
Andie woke up once 8 years ago and was never able to fall back asleep.
It was nice at first, sleep took up so much of her time that could be used to get what she wants. But when the world sleeps, who is there to get revenge on? When you can’t be a part of the world anymore, what then?
It took 3 days for people to start noticing her once bright blue eyes were clouded over and gray- 3 days and she had to fire all of her help because how is she supposed to explain this?
Her father showed up after she kept ignoring his calls, having to break into his own house because she went and had the locks changed on him. She saw him cry for the first time when he saw her- unmoving in her bed with early signs of rotting.
He cried in fear when she sat up and talked to him.
They always had a relationship where as long as Andie was able to cover up her mess he wouldn’t say anything, he'd even provide the money for her to fix it. He knew his daughter was a monster- no trace of good from her mother was inherited- but she was still his. This evil had to have come from somewhere. So after a long talk he left and continued as if things were normal, signing Andie up for online classes and giving her a deadline to fix this new mess she's put herself in.
A deadline to bring herself back to life. The day she graduates college and takes over his company.
A deadline he failed to meet when he mysteriously died a day before it was up and Andie inherited all his possessions. It was a little suspicious but the cops have been paid off to look the other way before, they could get paid again.
He would be happy to know that Andie was able to use some of the business teachings he had been shoving down her throat. He gave her a deadline she couldn’t meet? She made an effective way to extend it.
She sold the company like she always planned, using the money to keep herself locked up in her prized mansion which was starting to look abandoned after not having anyone to care for it during the last two years.
Andie wasn’t looking much better.
Andie’s limbs would randomly stop working at times, her left arm being held together with plaster and bandages but still popping off if she dared to pick up anything over 20 pounds. It was getting so bad that Andie would go months wearing the same baggy clothes, scared to peel them off and reveal how little was left of her underneath.
Andie doesn’t remember who killed her. It was the first thing she looked into in hopes it would reveal how to reverse this mess. All she could remember was the drowning, someone holding her head in some murky water until she felt like she was floating. The memory was so hazy that it almost felt like a dream and with it being her last one she couldn’t help her sick mind from romanticizing it. Arms wrapped around her weakening body, letting go of her head as if they almost regretted it, hugging her when she no longer had the strength to pull herself out.
She couldn’t remember any other hugs besides that one, it poisoned her mind with thoughts of the mystery person. She argued with herself that it made sense, the last person she had a real conversation with was her father and that had been years ago. He had never hugged her, had she ever been hugged besides that? When would she have let someone get close enough?
The years went by faster than they should for someone living out all 24 hours of the day. She had long given up on trying to bring herself back, her final breaking point being when the last strand of hair left her head. She just wanted to sleep again, being awake for so long had permanently affected her mental state- causing the days to blend together and weaken her memory. When exactly had she lost all her hair? Was that a year into her death or just last week? When did her legs become too weak to walk on? When did she lay down on her bed for the final time?
The only way she could tell that her fingers were moving was from the distinctive crack her joints made from rubbing against each other. Exposed now that her once beautiful tan skin has peeled away from her body- still being mourned despite it being gone for about a year now. She can’t move her eyes anymore but can still see, cursed to stare up at the same ceiling she has been waking up under the entire 30 some years she’s been on this earth. It used to be a happy routine to wake up in such a soft bed and instantly be pampered like a princess. She used to have the best dreams of revenge in this same soft bed.
But now she can’t do anything, in the time it took for her to think about her past crimes she lost the ability to move her fingers- to know if she even had them any more. So she attempts to close her eyes again, failing and realizing she doesn’t have eyes to close. She’s just there now. Unable to move because there’s nothing to move, her body has rotted to dust. She can’t cry but she can almost feel the memory of tears rolling down her cheeks at her failed escape. How was she still trapped when the body was gone?
It was almost as if Andie Rosslyn never had a soul to begin with.
#andierosslyn#Miss United States#beauty pageant#beautypagentkiller#creepypasta#creepypastaoc#Andie Rosslyn#bloody Barbie#she’s such a terrible person but so fun to do character study’s on#bad ending#zombie oc
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Friendly reminder that Miss Unites States, Cheryl Frasier isn’t dumb.
Did y’all forget she’s a Science Major? Her field FFS was NUCLEAR FISSION! And had a minor in Elementary Particles!
Sis is smart enough to have found a cure for Miss Corona 🦠!
14 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Title: Miss Alabama Part II
Summary: Six months after the events of the Miss United States pageant, Cheryl, Stan, and Ella need help from Gracie Hart when they’re kidnapped. How are the lovebirds faring now that their relationship is out in the public and they’re expecting a baby? Find out in this little ficlet that’s more smutty than anything else (mostly light smut) Stan Fields x OC
Continue Reading here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47728675/chapters/120312775
Chapter 1
“Do you want to join us on stage when we surprise Gracie?” Stan asked as he and Ella sat in their dressing room at Live with Regis and Kelly.
Ella nodded, “No, I’ll pass. I don’t want to be on camera looking like this,” she added as she placed her hand on her swollen abdomen.
He shook his head, “You look absolutely stunning, but I understand. Is there anything else you’d like to do before I go out on stage?” he asked, his eyes twinkling mischeviously.
She tried to suppress her giggle as she replied, “You’re a bad boy. You’re already dressed for the show. I don’t want to get in trouble.”
“If I promise you won’t get in trouble, will you share what might be on your mind?” he whispered as he leaned in toward her ear.
Ella grinned as she moved from her seat until she was straddling him, “Can you guess?” she asked, rolling her hips over his erection.
He gasped, “I think I can,” he ran his hands down her body untl they reached his pants and started undoing them.
“I was about to make a joke about you rushing but I realized that we really don’t have much time,” she whispered as she reached down and slid her underwear to the side so she could sink down on him, letting out a subdued moan as she felt him reach her depths.
Stan groaned as he moved his hips in rhythm with hers, “How are you always able to know what I need when I need it?”
“It’s a gift,” she breathed out as she ran one of her hands down his chest until it was fondling his balls,” Hows this?” she asked while wearing a sly grin.
He held his breath for a moment to stop himself from cumming before he responded, “Perfect. I hope you’re close,” he repeated words he said frequently as he felt himself about to cum.
“I am,” she responded as she felt her orgasm take her over just before his followed.
Once Stan and Cheryl were done on stage, they rejoined Ella backstage along with Gracie.
“Gracie!” Ella exclaimed as she embraced her friend in a bear hug, “How have you been?” she asked once the two women released each other.
Gracie answered too quickly, allowing Ella to know something wasn’t quite right with her friend, “I’m fantastic. I’m the face of the FBI. What more could any agent want?”
“I can think of a few things,” Ella began before she held back her thoughts, “But, I won’t worry about all of that. Catch up with Cheryl. Next time, it’s you and me, deal?”
Gracie nodded, “Deal.”
Once Gracie agreed, Ella walked away by Stan’s side while his hand was resting on her lower back helping to support the extra weight she was carrying.
A few days later, Cheryl, Ella, and Stan found themselves at a Nursing Home to connect with the elderly and also meet Stan’s Mother.
“Mrs. Fields, it’s an honor to meet you,” Ella began, “I’m Ella Westbrook. I won Miss Alabama and I was the second runner up for the Miss United States Pagaent. I’ve been seeng your son for a little over a year and we’re having a baby,” she added as she rested her hand on her baby bump.
Carol Fields was beside herself as she looked between the young woman and her son, “My dear, aren’t you a little young for him?”
Cheryl tried to suppress her smile as she responded, “He is but somehow, these two are in love. And, I think it’s serious,” she added.
“Cheryl is right, Mrs. Fields,” Ella replied, “Stan is definitely past the appropriate age range for me, but I love him. I hope you can accept me and your grandchild,” she added optimistically.
Mrs. Fields nodded, “I suppose love is love. Treat her right,” she warned her son before they began small talk since the serious conversation topics had already been tackled.
The three left the nursing home a few hours later and began walking to the limo when they were stopped by two men, in front of their truck.
Ella moved to the front of the group and attempted to fight off the men using techniques Gracie had taught her, but her belly was in the way and the three of them were tied up in the bed of the men’s truck a few moments later.
#Miss Congeniality#MISS UNITED STATES#Stan Fields#William Shatner#original female character#fanfiction#fanfic#archive of our own#established couple#unplanned pregnancy#age difference#ficlet#miss congeniality 2#Sequel#miss alabama#ella westbrook
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Pros to having dyed my hair red yesterday: red hair
Cons(?) To having dyed my hair red yesterday: physically incapable of seeing myself in a mirror and not singing the miss united states theme
#red hair#hair dye#hair dying#at home hair dye#red#miss usa#miss united states#shes beauty and shes grace#i am not american#i have never seen miss usa
0 notes
Text
Look at this cool new t-shirt I made for fans of Abraham Lincoln! I made it on my own time, with my own resources, and without any affiliation to existing public or private institutions concerned with history, education, hospitality, culture or retail. You can find it at my new Threadless shop or directly at bit.ly/imissabe
#abraham lincoln#abe lincoln#i miss abe#other important disclaimers include that this is about the assassinated former president of the united states of america#and not about the assassinated former prime minister of japan#i figured the top hat would make that clear but as long as im covering my own ass i should make sure to bring that up too#anyway the art is all original#and the phrase is not trademarked#and it is available in a wide variety of sizes#and on a wide variety of products
21K notes
·
View notes
Text
Orange County SoCal Miku coming in hot!!
🛹🌴🌮🌅
#this is such a fun trend!!#OC is such a big place with so many different cultures so I went with the coolest girls we have haha#kudos to everyone who gets all the references#hatsune miku#miku#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#digital aritst#vocaloid#socal#socal girl#orange county#california#southern california#miss misnomer#miku worldwide#miku world tour#usa miku#united stated miku
833 notes
·
View notes
Text
CNN
Associated Press
NPR
#destiel meme news#destiel meme#news#united states#us news#us politics#for those that missed it or want to look back at something#donald trump#fuck trump#joe biden#president biden#presidential debate#2024 presidential election#2024 presidential race#2024 elections#biden harris 2024#debate#presidential primaries#us presidential election#i typed ap news instead of associated press sorrrrry it's been a stressful night
707 notes
·
View notes
Text
my fellow Whovians and Torchwood enthusiasts
In all the years that I have been in this fandom (which is a lot, like I’ve rewatched Torchwood and different DW arcs consistently for at least a decade)…
WAS NO ONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT IANTO HAS A FUCKING SHRINE????
OR WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIND THAT OUT MYSELF?!?!?
Like damn I was tryna have a good treat-myself day trip to Cardiff and all of a sudden I spot this?!
All of the pain just came flooding back into my soul.
#I miss them I miss them a lot#When I tell you I immediately ran to it once I spotted it#doctor who#torchwood#ianto jones#ianto jones shrine#This was something I never knew I needed#I miss my blorbos captain#I actually did have a good day though#cardiff#wales#I am from the United States though which might have something to do with how I didn’t know…#AND THEY PUT ROSES AND RIBBONS ON IT FIR VALENTINES DAY
211 notes
·
View notes
Text
Long post ahead so sorry in advance but this is important:
So, the republicans have control of all three branches of the federal government now. First, and most important thing, is to not lose hope. Do not loose hope. Do not succumb to defeatism, they are going to have the power to do the worst of the worst, so we need to hit them back just as hard.
This means taking action, real action, not just complaining on twitter. Get out on the streets, haggle elected officials-republican or democrat, protest, march, break the laws if you need to. Most importantly, find people to build a community with. We keep each other safe, so go out into the world and create these safe spaces, places where we can empower each other to take action.
Second, no, this is not the fault of third party voters. I saw someone say once that liberals never say they failed, they are failed. I’m sorry but the Arab and Muslim Americans that refuse to vote for Kamala Harris because she and Biden killed members of their family are not to blame for Trump winning. I’m sorry but pro-Palestinian supporters that stand in solidarity with them are not to blame here. Democrats are not obligated to our vote. They lost because their policies are flawed, and for many Americans, genocide is the line they won’t cross. Do not act like that is something wrong and immoral, it’s not. Do not blame people for voting third party, blame the democrats for driving those voters away.
Now is the time to ~and excuse my phrasing~ capitalize on this loss. You wanna shout and yell and scream and have someone to be mad at? Aim it at the Democratic politicians that stopped even trying to appeal to their base. Their loss is their fault. Make sure they know it, and make sure they know that if they don’t change their policies it’ll happen again. Now is not the time to get mad at each other and separate, now is the time to unite and stand together, undivided.
Lastly, to any members of the LGBTQ community that may happen to see this, especially trans folk, I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now. But just know, that you are, just by existing, fighting back. The world is a much richer, deeper, beautiful and better place to be because you are in it. We need you, and we need you to be unapologetically yourselves. Please take care of yourselves.
Republicans may be elected, but that doesn’t mean they’re not going to be met with a fight when they try to take away our rights. Stand strong and stand together
#if anybody is looking for ways they can get active in their own community feel free to message me#sorry this post is so long I just had a lot I wanted to say#maybe I’ll come back and edit it later and shorten it these are my initial thoughts#also I know that telling people not to harass third party voters is definitely gonna get me harassed#fully prepared for the point of this to completely miss people#us politics#us president#us presidential election#2024 presidential election#presidential election#2024 elections#us elections#Kamala Harris#Harris#Trump#Donald Trump#republicans#democrats#jill stein#destiel#because that is somehow relevant I guess#United states#voting#current events#lgbtqia#lgbtq community#lgbtq#lgbtqiia+#transgender#solidarity
32 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Miss Alabama
Summary:
Happy April, 25th! In honor of Miss Congeniality Day, I’m putting out this short fic that’s been on my mind for years. Ella Westbrook won the title of Miss Alabama and she’s ready to compete for the crown and become Miss United States. She met Stan Feilds while competing in Alabama and they began a fling … one that needs to remain a secret,
Continue reading here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46752172/chapters/117750235
Chapter 1
Ella walked into the breakfast that would start off the competition, wondering how long until she’d be able to find a minute alone with Stan.
She sat down at a table with contestants from Hawaii, Rhode Island, Texas, and New Jersey.
“Ladies, I’d like you to meet Gracie Lou Freebush from New Jersey,” Cheryl began, “She’s awesome and you’re all going to love her!”
Ella introduced herself before she zoned out of the conversation while her eyes wandered to Stan where he stood next to Kathy Morningside, causing her to feel just a bit jealous. She had to resist laughing to herself because she didn’t even know if she and Stan were exclusive.
Ella’s thoughts were interrupted when Ms. Morningside took the stage before introducing Stan. Ella held back her enthusiasm as she applauded with a normal amount of excitement.
“Good morning!” Stan exclaimed, “I’m so honored to be your Master of Ceremonies for one last time. Sadly, this will be my last pageant as I’ll be retiring at the end of this season,” he glanced out over the crowd and saw Ella’s expression which was a mix of surprise and sadness. “Don’t cry for me … Alabama,” he added, making a pun on the famous song and reaching out to Ella at the same time.
“He’s not gettin' fired,” Mary Jo blurted out, “I talked to him this morning and the poor man blurted out the whole thing. They’re firing him for a newer, younger host.”
Before he could continue, Gracie shouted, “Jesus Christ!” She quickly stood up, apologizing, “I’m so sorry. I had a bit of my bagel without praying.”
Once she was done with her prayer, the rest of the opening ceremonies finished. Ella wanted to check on Stan, but she had to rush to dance rehearsal.
After the many activities included in the first official day of the pageant, Ella made her way to her room where she discovered she was roommates with Gracie Lou Freebush.
“I’m glad I got a good roomie,” Ella stated, relief clear in her voice, “I am not the most beauty-oriented girl and some of these ladies are just too much,” she added, hoping she’d read Gracie’s personality correctly.
Gracie let out a long sigh, “You’re chill! Thank goodness. I’m ok with all of the beauty prep before the events but my sleep is sacred and it will not be interrupted by any kind of night routine,” she shared, causing both of the women to let out a laugh.
Their joy was interrupted by a knock at the door, which Gracie answered. They were joined by Cheryl offering hot chocolate.
“You two are so awesome,” Cheryl stated as she poured them all a drink from her thermos, “One of you will definitely win,” she nearly lamented as she looked at her competition.
Ella shook her head, “Don’t you dare count yourself out, Rhode Island. You are adorable and witty. What’s your talent? I’m sure it’s amazing!”
Cheryl blushed before she answered, “Don’t make fun of me, but it’s baton twirling,” she replied, her tone timid.
“That’s really cool,” Ella responded, “I’m going to sing. Do you use flaming batons?” she inquired.
Cheryl shook her head, “I can’t do that. My parents would be horrified. They don’t like anything ostentatious and they really don’t like fire,” she confessed before turning back to Gracie, “What’s your talent? I know it’s something astounding.”
“It’s a …” Gracie fumbled for a moment before she settled on a response, “It’s a surprise.”
Ella stood from her bed and announced, “Alright ladies, I hope you two have fun gossiping. I have somewhere to be.”
“Where?” Gracie questioned, her brows raised in curiosity.
Ella sighed, “Can you both keep a secret? Like, really keep one?” Once they both nodded and fulfilled a pinky promise, she continued, “I’ve been seeing Stan Fields since I was in my competition. I can’t go to his room like I’d like to tonight, but we’re meeting by the pool since that can look like something that just happened,” she revealed, awaiting judgment from her new friends, shocked she’d chosen to share her deepest secret.
“He’s not a judge and he’s a very nice man,” Cheryl began, “Do what your heart tells you to do.”
Gracie merely nodded in agreement.
“Thanks, ladies,” Ella whispered before she made her way out of their room which was right beside the pool, no idea that her innocent fling made her a suspect.
Ella saw Stan sitting in one of the lounge chairs on the opposite side of the pool so she walked over to take a seat on one next to his.
“So, you’re retiring?” she asked once she was settled, keeping her voice low while wishing she could join him on his chair.
He shook his head, “I’m not really retiring but that’s what they want me to say. It shouldn’t matter too much to you. You can’t compete twice,” he added as he resisted the urge to reach out and take her hand in his own.
“I suppose you’re right,” she responded, “I guess I just had this picture in my mind of life after this pageant. My plan was going to be to help girls and stay by your side. I suppose I’ll need to figure to figure out something new,” she shared before continuing, “I really wish I could climb on top of you,” she whispered, enjoying the way his breath caught from the mere suggestion.
He chose to change the subject instead of giving in to the thoughts racing through his mind, “Are you going to be singing my song tomorrow for the talent competition?”
Ella’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as she replied, “Would you like it if I sing ‘There You’ll Be’? I’m prepared to do so,” she responded as she caught the roll of his eyes.
“Why do you enjoy being such a tease?” he challenged as he held in a frustrated groan.
She shrugged as she stood from her seat, “It must have something to do with my youth. See you tomorrow,” she added with a flirty little wave as she made her way back to her room.
#miss congeniality#stan fields#william shatner#original female character#fanfiction#age difference#established couple#fluff and smut#miss united states#fanfic#archive of our own
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
they banned ap psych in florida cuz the class ap discusses sexuailty and gender which violates ron desantis' piece of shit dont say gay law so fuck you ron for that
in the college board statement they say it was banned because "teaching foundational content on sexual orientation and gender identity is illegal under state law" which is bullshit because these gov leaders believe anything lgbtq is a brain disease so you'd think theyd keep the brain learning class
they banned ap african american studies because "it lacks educational value and historical accuracy" which is making it easier for them to erase black history that is so intertwined with the history of this country that most everything here is so deeply antiblack
this mf has his head so far up his ass that hes ruining our education system even more than it already was
#fuck you ron desantis i hate you so much I hate you i hate you i hate yoy#and cuz me nd my friends are tryna reach our counselors to see whats up or if theyre rearranging schedules and keep mentioning him#i keep getting ron desantis ads ab if i want to elect him president of the united fucking states of America#and then it was an ap class i was interested in taking cuz i thought itd be cool to learn about so fuck you ron for that too#and THEN it was the only class i knew ppl in. ljke half the class was ppl ive seen before or talked too#im ranting ab missing out on the class nd not seeing my friends but its really a bigger issue than that#like its scary hes using his power to attack lgbtq communities and kids and then he has enough support that hes rallying for head seat#its not safe here at all i cannot fucking wait to leave#ron desantis#us politics#ap psychology#college board#lgbtq#so mad im shaking im so sorry if this doesnt make any sense but school starts in a week exactly nd im tryna figure out the little issue#l speaks#keep talking l#ranting in the tags because i can#black history#racism
383 notes
·
View notes
Text
Miss Rats, from the Actors and Actresses series, issued by Goodwin & Company, 1886-1890
#Miss Rats#actresses#actors and actresses#cigarette cards#trading cards#photographs#albumen prints#Goodwin & Company#1880s#gilded age#19th century#united states#american#north america
35 notes
·
View notes
Text
Good morning sunshine <3
#f1#formula 1#lando norris#ln4#HES HEREEE WOHOOO#united states grand prix#media day#I missed him so bad
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
HOW DO YOU TRY TO SHOOT SOMEONE WHO IS BRIGHT ORANGE AND MISS
#DONALD TRUMP JUST GOT SHOT BTW#ITS LIKE MISSING A TARGET#DO BETTER#WE WERE SO CLOSE#donald trump#usa#America#united states#news#politics#joe biden#vote#relateable
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
two different people shooting at trump and both missing is just another addition to the long list of reasons we need gun regulation. because the guns in this country can only ever seem to hit people that don't deserve it
#skye's ramblings#what the fuck do you mean someone missed again how does this even happen. the united states is not a real place#i desperately want to know what's going on in his mind at this point. how do you process two failed assassinations just a few months apart
22 notes
·
View notes