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more-quiverfull-sims · 4 years ago

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Gorman Family Updates!!!

Author’s note: my husband told me today that Stetson and Ingrid look like siblings, which made me laugh since a lot of fundie couples get the same comment. Ingrid is not very familiar with diversity, and is clearly disturbed by her brother’s decision to marry Ruthie Park! Ruthie’s family is Episcopalian, and both her parents work. Ruthie is also a pretty accomplished skier, not to mention an aspiring physicist. Oh, and we can’t forget that Ruthie’s older sister, Midori, married Stetson’s only brother, Finley--and that she was pregnant at the wedding! Ingrid is still not over that, and Carolina is two now.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this blog! I finished up with finals this week, so I have some time on my hands. This has been so fun so far!

Well! Goodness knows that it has been HECTIC for our family lately. I delivered our second blessing, Josiah...and then just a few months later found out that I was pregnant with a GIRL, sweet Hope Geraldine Gorman! She is our first girl and was born just thirteen months after Josiah. She is just so PRECIOUS and loves all things pink!

Unfortunately, I had to go to the hospital during my birth with Hope. I was grieved at first, but soon realized that the Lord was using this as a chance to humble me. I mean, I had JUST turned twenty-three and already had three sweet blessings! I was filled to the brim with pride and the Lord needed to humble me! I am so grateful for the emergency c-section I endured because it brought us closer together as a family.

Despite everything, Hope was just the most PRECIOUS thing ever!!! I was able to breastfeed her right away, too! Recovering from surgery is no excuse, ladies!

Stetson and I have fallen into a great routine with our babies. We go to church with Mama and Daddy every Sunday! Oh, and Mama had her tenth baby, sweet Noah, by the way! She’s 43 now and there hasn’t been another blessing yet!

But, as for us...I’M EXPECTING!!! I CANNOT wait to welcome our FOURTH little one and our THIRD son to the family!!! Our babies are so excited, too. They just LOVE being part of a big family.

Oh, and TWO of my brothers got married recently. Thaddeus married Chelsie. Chelsie’s grandaddy is a pastor who works on the ground winning souls in San Myshuno! They shared their FIRST kiss for the altar and now they are expecting!! We are SO overjoyed that our babies will have a sweet cousin to play with. What a blessing!

Also, Nathaniel got married to Ruthie. Ruthie is only eighteen and Nathaniel is nineteen. I have to say I was astonished. Ruthie was even younger than me when she got married! But Ruthie says she wanted to get married before she heads off to college for a “distinguished” degree in physics. (Physics! I told her she would be the only girl in the department and that it was just not modest! Ruthie said there were plenty of other women and the department, and that she isn’t worried about modesty...Imagine my shock at THAT!) And Nathaniel informed us that he is going to Foxbury, too...to study a distinguished degree in biology! He says he wants to be a doctor...Lord save him. I can’t image going through so many years of education in a SECULAR place like that!!

Here is an engagement photo that my mother sent me. It looks a bit intimate for me, but I’m glad they’re happy!

You’ll notice that my SWEET sister Brenna, the musician, was a flower girl at the wedding. I was so shocked since she was so SHY when Stetson and I got married. She insisted she didn’t want to be a flower girl at all! I am SO glad she is growing out of her shyness, as it is just NOT becoming of a young lady.

At the end of the ceremony, Brenna even joked that she wanted Nathaniel and Ruthie to adopt her! She is so silly!

Well, I didn’t know what to say about all of that, so I stopped by their place and tried to give Ruthie a talk about her wifely duties, and discussed birth control with her. I reminded her that it has terrible effects on Mama and baby!!! Ruthie just laughed and told me that they are adopting a dog. Oh, my heart was so grieved for Ruthie!! And Nathaniel...he’s been in love with Ruthie since they were children. I was always confused why my father accepted the friendship, but I know his wisdom is greater than mine!

I did stop by again to talk to Ruthie more about the joys of motherhood. The poor girl showed up to the door in this tiny little skirt! She said she had too much going on with school to worry about a baby yet...and Nathaniel agreed! He told me it might be hard for me to understand Ruthie because I don’t have a lot of “life experience.” Well!! I had no idea what to say to THAT! I reminded him that I will have my fourth baby just before my twenty-fifth birthday, but he just chuckled! Well, dear reader, I will be sure to pray for him!

I will be praying for Ruthie as well, as she is apparently still attached to the skiing habit she picked up in childhood. This is what happens when young ladies aren’t drilled in modesty, my friends! And don’t worry about me saying this on the blog...Ruthie knows how I feel! She said we can be friends just the same! I just pray I can lead her to righteousness!

And yes, for those asking, Ruthie’s father is Aaron Park, the famous author. I have never read one of his books, as I heard they can be a bit...salacious for my taste. Aaron and Ivy, Ruthie’s parents, gave them a nice house in Brindleton Bay as a wedding present. Personally, I could never accept such a gift! I am happy for them, but as a woman I would want my husband to EARN a home for us! Stetson is already doing a GREAT job as a science teacher at a nearby Christian school. I am so grateful!!

Here are the latest pictures of our sweet family. We are SO beyond blessed. There are such rewards in being faithful to the Lord!

Pray for a safe home delivery for our fourth little blessing, Isaiah Stetson Gorman!!

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capsized-heart · 5 years ago

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Lady Liberty and The Captain / Part One

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (1940′s Brooklyn AU)

Summary: You are a rising young star and the newest breakout actress in Hollywood’s Golden Age! When war finally descends on the west, your reputation as America’s Sweetheart finds you cast in a promotional picture alongside Captain America himself.

Yet, he looks eerily familiar, like your Stevie from childhood…

Word count: 4.7k+

Warnings: fluff!!

A/N: hello, everyone!!!! I hope you’re staying home, warm, and safe during these crazy times. I’ve been snuggling with my doggie and continuing with my university’s online classes in my final semester..absolutely crazy how things are rn. I hope this new story can help brighten up your day just a little bit.

First of all, I just want to say thank you💖💛for all the love that old and new readers alike have shown this blog recently. I’ve been writing on this platform for a little less than a year and I never thought l’incendie would blow up as much as it has. You guys are amazing. I’m really excited and eager to share new pieces and hope you enjoy the content I have coming! Please don’t hesitate to pop in and say hi, or shoot me a message. I’ve really enjoyed connecting with readers and would love to know your thoughts on my fics, or just to talk about fandom stuff! Timmy included! PAHAHA

So, this chapter is gonna be a part of a mini-series for a 1940′s writing challenge and I’m using the prompt of wartime romance! This will probably be split into two or three parts and I will tag the host as soon as the last chapter goes up, I’ll most likely make a masterlist in the end as well. Reader has a name in this fic, but hopefully the choice of name will make sense later on :D

As always, feel free to drop a ask/message if you’d like a tag in the next update.

ENJOY!

THE NEW YORK TIMES

Film: ‘Apple of Discord’, Lola Swanson’s Dazzling Debut!

By NICHOLAS WATTS September 1, 1943

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The film drama from the original screenplay written and directed by Andrew Campbell opened to a roar of applause and acclaim at the Radio City Music Hall yesterday evening. Apple of Discord is a reimagining of the myth and Plato’s allegory, focusing on the tumultuous, profoundly elegant life of a young noblewoman during the Trojan wars.

The film’s frontrunner and leading lady is Hollywood newcomer, young and fresh-faced Lola Swanson. Swanson’s performance is so thoughtful, so unfaltering, so intelligent and controlled that it is hard to believe this is little Lola’s long awaited motion picture debut. And what a debut this is!

Starring opposite Hollywood veterans Sean Schultz, Kash Dennis, and Gracie Smith, this star-studded cast packs punches and sizzling chemistry and yet, Swanson does not fizzle out but confidently holds her own, demanding your attention in every scene, and rightfully so. Watching Swanson in this picture is watching a major actress in the making.

Born and raised in the heart of Hell’s Kitchen before moving to Brooklyn to pursue acting, some may recognize Lola from her daytime television roles in Insanity and Passion, It’s a Date! and as Jessica in Jessica Davis Returns.

Now we know these roles were preparing Swanson for the debut of the decade.

“APPLE OF DISCORD” is now showing at the Radio City Music Hall and Cinema 2. Tickets at 25 cents. Running time: 139 minutes.

★★★★��

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APPLE OF DISCORD, written and directed by Andrew Campbell; director of photography, Laszlo Kovacs; edited by John Wright; music by John Barry; released by Universal Pictures.

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The newspaper trembles hard between your fingers, threatening to tear its edges. Pulse pounding, ears ringing. You can’t stop smiling. You feel like crying.

You reread the words again and again, the words written by legendary film critic Nicholas Watts, the man you’ve only dreamed of making an impression on, that he’d someday see you in a picture. And here he’s written a glowing review of your major motion picture debut.

You erupt in a fit of giggles and screams, twirling around the small space of your apartment in a swirl of nightgown, pinned curls. A neighbor, Mr. Krisinski, you think, pounds on your wall to shut you up.

It’s still early morning and you had gone downstairs at first light to buy a paper from a newsboy. Outside your window, the streets of New York already yawn and bustle with morning commute. The movement of people, gleaming automobiles against the red brick buildings and muted gray of Manhattan. Warm sun washes over it all, your heart brimming and full, mirroring the glow of golden dawn.

You feel on top of the world. Maybe you’ll finally make it here.

Your phone rings. You rush over to the mint blue rotary telephone on your bedside table, snatch up the receiver before Mr. Krisinski can break down your door with all the racket you’re making.

“Hello?” You say into the mouthpiece, cradling it between your hands. You feel breathless, high strung and buzzing, like you’d just downed a whole case of Coca-Cola, whirring with the taste of sugar and success, bubbling with starpower. Maybe it’s Kash or Gracie calling to congratulate you. Hell, maybe even President Roosevelt.

“Lola! It’s me. Have you read the paper?” The cool voice of Peggy asks you through the receiver. You quietly laugh at your own fantastical expectations. Of course it’s Peggy. Punctual, collected Peggy.

Peggy Carter is your talent agent and manager at MGM. Peggy had snatched you up while you had been working as a background actress on Michael Curtiz’s Casablanca, so hopeful and beholden just to be in the presence of such respected artists, willing to stay the extra hours even after the other girls had gone home when realizing they wouldn’t be seen in the shot. It hadn’t been your first time on a hot set, you were used to the itchy costumes, long hours of endless waiting, and the empty stomachs, but no way you were going to miss a chance to see Ingrid Bergman and Madeleine LeBeau up close.

Back then, only a few years ago yet a lifetime away it seems, Peggy had been a casting assistant, seeing your dedication and marching right up to you between takes to hand you her card. On the back, written in smooth blue ink, a time the next morning for an audition at MGM Studios in downtown New York. Eight o'clock sharp.

You didn’t sleep at all that night after you wrapped.

She’s worked at getting you into audition rooms and meetings for years, pushing you onto writers, production assistants, riggers, directors. She had secured you an audition with Andrew Campbell after “accidentally” leaving your headshot in his mailroom and later calling his assistant with threats of stolen property. MGM’s new fresh face had been penciled in for a side read the following week.

Fierce, ingenious, and your own bright star, you’ve risen through the ranks and fought your way up with Peggy at your side.

“Yeah, Peg. I have it here in front of me. This is...absolutely nuts.”

“Not really, you were brilliant in the picture, darling. But it’s a comfort to know Watts has finally replaced that cotton in his brain with some sense.”

Another laugh from you, twirling the telephone cord around your finger.

“Let me have this one, Peg.”

“If you insist.”

You hear the rustling of newspaper from the other end. You can practically see Peggy sitting at her desk, perusing the paper over a morning cup of coffee, her hair curled, makeup and nails all scarlet red and perfect. The golden placard glittering on the frosted glass of the door.

Margaret Carter, Casting Director.

“I’m calling to tell you about an offer we received this morning from Paramount. I think you should take it.”

That rush of giddiness burns bright again in your veins, pulse skyrocketing.

“Paramount? Geez, what did they say?”

“They want you for a promotional picture that’s being produced by Senator Brandt. Brandt is hoping to boost the homefront’s war bond sales with a little starpower from you and from Captain America. You’ve seen his posters, haven’t you? That costumed bloke?”

You have. Plastered everywhere and looking like an absolute buffoon. Nice physique, though.

The disappointment that settles in your stomach is ugly and cold, like a fruitless pit, hard, rough, a sour taste in your mouth. It’s stupidly childish, yet your own expectations for your first movie, first box office hit, for that very first taste of the promised fame and fortune of success, begin to blink out. Expectations you’ve held on to since you were a little girl, since you realized this is the type of work you want to do for the rest of your life.

You’ve managed to impress Nicholas Watts, the most cynical film critic in all of Hollywood, and this is your big break? A Paramount picture featuring you and a tights-wearing mascot?

Peggy is practically asking you to star alongside Mickey Mouse.

“Is that all they offered?” You respond. You wince at the demanding, ungrateful tone. Afterall, showbiz has hardened you to go after what you want, to take and take because this lifestyle does not guarantee anything. You’re told no more than you are yes, the constant rejection having molded you into a diamond tough girl, glitzy and solid, unbreakable, beautiful.

But how many girls would kill to be in your place?

“The only sensible deal. They also offered you the role of Violet for It’s a Wonderful Life, and Ruthie in The Grapes of Wrath.”

“What?! Peggy, contract me for those instead!”

“Well, I’m not going to. And you listen well as to why.”

You twist your lips together. Peggy’s voice filters clipped and disapproving through the phone line, the way she always gets before she offers you damned good advice.

“Not just Watts is impressed with your work, Lola. You’re finally turning heads and for all good reasons. Anyone can get in front of a camera if they have the right look. But you’ve shown them that you have the look and the raw talent. Critics are saying you’re rivaling Judy Garland, darling. And you’re telling me you want the part of a lousy love interest? A secondary daughter? All because the pictures have big names behind them and people may go see it?

“No,” you mumble.

“No is right. You know better than anyone that people expect young stars to burn out fast so they can take their place. It’s all business. If I put you in for those roles, we’d be playing right into their hand. We’d use up all your potential in one summer. The public would get sick of seeing your face in every big picture. We have to earn their affection, darling. It’s slow and tame and not always glamorous, but this deal is smart.”

You listen, silently.

“Morale is low. War is when people turn to familiar pastimes and simple pleasures. To treat themselves, to take their minds off all the grizzly headlines. Captain America embodies all of that and more. If we take this, I promise you, Lola, that people will remember you as the girl who got them through the darkest times. This will do wonders for your career years down the line. And then, if you still want to play Violet, I’ll phone Frank Capra myself.”

You close your eyes and draw in a breath, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Well, it looks like I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Wonderful. I’ll phone Paramount now. We’ll be in touch.”

Growing up with poor Irish immigrants for parents, the rare moments you could afford to splurge on luxuries, you spent them at local cinemas and theaters with your brother. Any day was a good one when you and Samuel bought tickets for a noon screening, the cheapest showing of the day, scraping together pocket change to split a popcorn if you were feeling extra special.

And reclining in a nearly empty theater with refreshments and goodies between the two of you, you’d watch the silver screen with hope in your mouth and stars in your eyes. In here, it no longer mattered how little money you had, or the discrimination your family faced, or the war in Europe, or the meager apartment you’d go home to, lucky if the electricity and heating had been paid for. In here, nothing else mattered but the visual stories.

And you realized that you wanted to help tell them. You wanted to be in front of the cameras, to embody characters and personas and let audiences worldwide empathize and identify with your performances.

You’ve loved playing make-believe since you were a little girl, having never really grown out of it. You could do it, you think. Dangerous dreams, perhaps, but what child doesn’t hold this wish within them? To see their name in lights and to be admired and commended, but most of all, to provide for their family?

How hard could it be?

At sixteen, you land your first speaking role. It’s pathetic. You’re working on set as background, per usual, only this time, the director picks you out from the crowd and gives you the line of, “Good morning, sir.” You’re to look off camera as the actor playing Kent entered the scene and you would then say your line.

You’re stupidly excited. Three simple words. You’ll be uncredited, of course, but your face would finally be seen! With butterflies fluttering in your stomach, the scene resets, Kent takes his mark, the cameras roll, and you deliver.

The scene is cut from the final reel.

You pound the pavement. You scour newspapers and flyers for casting calls, you phone agencies and playhouses, you save up to get your picture taken on glossy photo paper. You keep looking. You keep working in background until you can land a steady role.

Then, you finally get one. A miniscule part of a friendly neighborhood girl on a TV drama for CBS. You only have mere minutes of screen time, but the checks that arrive in the mail from Columbia Broadcasting System after your first few episodes air say otherwise.

You open a savings account. You plant your paychecks and watch them grow into a comfortable sum of money. You land another guest starring role for a daytime soap, the secretary of the title character. Combined with your parents’ salaries from your mother’s sewing and your father’s work on the railroads, you become the main breadwinner.

You move your family out of Hell’s Kitchen, out of your cramped, dark apartment. You sign a new lease under your new stage name and move to Brooklyn together.

Brooklyn is slightly cleaner, but the familiar hustle and bustle, the noise of shopkeepers and dialects and children and cars is comforting, grounds you in your roots. When your CBS drama wraps months later with your last check in the mail and you’re looking for your next gig, your brother works odd jobs to help shoulder the burden. Brick laying, chimney sweeping, milk and mail delivering, Samuel becomes no stranger to any and all work, so long as it pays. You become a typist on the side as you wait for auditions and callbacks.

Samuel tells you his aspirations to be a poet, a writer. He hasn’t said a word to your parents, but he shows you the small bound notebook he carries with him, leafing through pages of prose and verse. You encourage him to submit his work to newspapers, publishers. He gives you a shy smile, says he’ll consider it as soon as you get your motion picture debut. You shake on it. Together, your already close bond of brother and sister grows stronger as you each work to support your art.

You’re waiting for Samuel to finish his shift so you can catch a late showing of His Girl Friday, a warm September day when you first meet Bucky Barnes down at the wharfs. He’s tall, lean, and glistening with sweat when he rounds out of the warehouse with an armful of crates and nearly knocks you off the pier.

“Hey, watch it!” he snaps. His eyes flash like the water around you, blue and cold and dangerous. Brown locks curl with perspiration against his forehead, the sleeves of his workshirt rolled up over his shoulders, the exposed skin of his throat and arms flushed and tan.

Embarrassed, you try to steady him, to which he growls in annoyance and spins out of your reach. He makes a great show of bearing the weight himself, grumbling as he sets down his load. You don’t miss the way the muscles in his back flex and dip. It isn’t until he slowly stands back up, wiping his palms on his khakis, that you get a good look at each other.

The hostility in his eyes softens ever so slightly, simmering into a look that cinches your chest tight when his gaze travels shamelessly up from your kitten heels to the curves of your lips and cheek. His breathing is still labored as he surveys you and you can feel heat and color blooming against your skin. When his eyes finally settle on your face, you can’t decide whether you want to slap or kiss him.

“You lost or something, honey?” He asks with a whisper of a smile. He strolls in a lazy half-circle in front of you and moves to go back up the ramp to the warehouse. Then, he pauses and turns back to you.

“Have we met before? I swear I recognize you from somewhere.”

This delights you deliciously, that a handsome young man you’ve met by chance has seen your work. Not glamorous, acclaimed roles by any means, but recognition nonetheless. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress your smile and give him a coy, bashful flutter of your eyelashes.

“If that were the case, I’m sure I’d remember you.”

He grins wolfishly, pleased, and takes a step closer. “Yeah? Think you’ll let me take you out for dinner tonight?”

“She’s got plans with me, Buck.” Samuel’s voice carries across the water. Your brother emerges with wooden boxes and sets them between you and Bucky in a huff, as if he’s implementing a physical barrier, both childish and endearing. Bucky glances at you and Samuel.

“Are you two..?”

“Steady? No. She’s my sister.”

Bucky snorts and his eyes find you again, glittering in the evening light. “You never told me you had a sister, Sammy. And such a looker too..”

“Makes you wonder why I never brought her up,” retorts Samuel and gives him a playful shove, traps him briefly in a headlock. “At least Steve wouldn’t ogle.”

“Stevie would get a nose bleed and pass out.” You hear Bucky grunt back. Samuel moves as if to dump him into the drink and Bucky pinwheels, scrambling. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

Satisfied, Samuel releases him and socks him in the shoulder for good measure. Bucky stumbles, looking boyish and smooth despite his shirt and hair all disheveled.

You’ve seen his type in casting offices all across New York; bold, alluring, and charismatic. It’s a look and type you’ve longed to act opposite of someday, as all young starlets dream of, but a look that simultaneously sparks the feminine temptation that shivers between your breasts. You wonder if Bucky would look the same in a dark bedroom, with him on top of you and your fingers running over his back…

Bucky grins toothily when he catches you staring and shoots you a wink. None of those movie star hopefuls hold a candle now to his rugged, spirited charm.

Samuel guides you back up the pier so he can punch out his time card and the two of you can be on your way. And as you’re about to set foot on solid ground, you hear Bucky call out to you.

“What’s your name, honey?”

Samuel sighs and shakes his head. “Cripes.” He mutters to himself. Before Samuel can stop you, you laugh and turn back to the water with a fresh and girlish aire, warmth and excitement whispering through your veins, young and naive and sixteen.

“Dolores!” You give him your full name, your real name. For once, you don’t want to be Lola Sparks. You want to be your natural, honest self, the girl who deserves young love and joy and an untroubled adolescence. The sound of your voice rings clear and strong, the diva that you are, and Bucky’s mouth curves upwards.

“See you ‘round, Dot.”

Much to Samuel’s displeasure, you tail your big brother around the docks like a lost pup whenever you have time. And being a C-list actress and a part-time typist, you have plenty of it. You loiter with the excuse of bringing sack lunches, waiting on Samuel and Bucky at the edge of the warehouses. It’s lonesome and bores you to no end being all by yourself, until one afternoon when someone is already waiting at your spot by the pier.

Small, skinny as his own shadow with a fringe of blonde hair, he leans hunkered and folded within himself, timid and seemingly conscious of how he occupies space. His jacket droops over his shoulders, eyes downcast even as you approach. He has a sketchbook in his hands, concentrated as the pencil moves across the page in fast, gentle strokes. You see an impressive likeness of the piers and Bucky’s distant figure in charcoaled lines.

“That’s really something.” You say.

He jolts so hard the paper tears and he crumples it into his fist in a single motion. “Huh?” he answers. When he looks to you, you realize his eyes are a pretty shade of teal. He flushes, petrified, the tips of his ears coloring pink. You feel horrible when he goes to pocket the ball of paper.

“I’m so sorry for scaring you,” you breathe. Gently, you offer your palm to him. “If you’re not keeping it, do you mind if I have it?” You ask softly. A few seconds pass and he shakes his head before placing it in your hand. You unfurl the paper, carefully smooth it out as he watches you from the corner of his eye.

Shyness is a barrier of art you’ve known all too well, from your own experiences in audition rooms to your brother’s reluctance to find a publisher, you understand that sting of insecurity better than anyone. So, you let him watch you as you admire his work, let him know of his talent and let your actions speak for you. You smile and slip the drawing into your purse.

Then, his stomach grumbles audibly, almost comically loud. He folds his arms around his stomach, so tight you’re afraid he’ll snap in half. You quickly reach into one of your paper bags and hand him a sandwich wrapped in cellophane and a can of lemonade.

“Here, let’s trade.”

“That’s awfully kind of you, but I can’t accept..” he starts. The timbre of his voice is surprisingly gallant and sure, pleasant, sweet. You have a gut feeling that the world has been taking advantage of that kindness his whole life, scaring him away from genuine compassion, that everything must have a catch. It makes you press harder.

“I insist. Please. It’s the least I can do for sneaking up on you.” He eyes you warily and again that feeling of regret washes over you. “Consider it payment.” You smile.

Finally, he takes Samuel’s lunch from you and unwraps the sandwich. He eats quickly and quietly, draining the lemonade only minutes later. Perhaps it’s his bony statue, but you feel happy to see this stranger eat.

When he’s finished, he wipes his mouth and turns to you. His lips, pretty, pink, part as if about to speak, yet no words leave him. Instead, he stands frozen with that transfixing blue-green gaze keeping you still, lingering.

That is until a stream of brilliant scarlet red dribbles down his chin and splatters onto his dress shirt. He pinches his nose, doubling forward and his flustered complexion matching the blood spilling from his nostrils.

“You must be Steve,” You laugh lightly and quickly hand him your handkerchief of cream yellow lace and embroidered flowers. You help steady him as he keeps his head tilted down. “Bucky’s told me all about you.”

Steve groans and presses the handkerchief to his face, blushing all the way down to his neck.

Steve returns your handkerchief days later with an embarrassed hush, carefully cleaned and laundered. It smells of lavender and clean linen and the image of him working the fabric between his thin fingers with soap and suds warms your heart.

You tell him it’s his. He blooms and keeps it neatly folded in his breast pocket.

You and Steve quickly grow close in the hours you spend together waiting on Bucky and Samuel. You pack extra lunches for him and sit by the piers chatting, skipping stones as Steve sketches the Brooklyn skyline day in and day out.

“Draw me!” you tease. “Isn’t that the request that all artists want to hear?”

But surprisingly, he does. He always draws you and Bucky and Samuel with striking, intimate familiarity. His sketchbook gradually fills with portraits and pictures of you, sketches that could put your very headshot to shame.

After their usual shifts, the four of you head to the drugstore for your ritual of sodas and sundaes. Two pairs, brother and sister and brothers by blood enjoying a rare wartime treat. With the rations on sugar, it’s a special and memorable circumstance just to be together and sharing something sweet.

It’s there, at your corner booth in Wolfe’s Pharmacy over ice cream, that Bucky opens up a paper for that night’s television network schedule and sees your name.

His eyebrows shoot up. “Dot,” he says. “What do others call you?”

Defeated, you twist your lips, hesitant to break the short spell of normalcy you’ve had with your new friends. Samuel sips at his Coke with a silent grin.

Time for the truth to come out.

“Well, ‘doll’, by Stevie,” you giggle and toe Steve’s foot under the table. Steve shyly shrinks back into his seat. “But CBS calls me Lola.”

Bucky’s jaw drops.

“Get out of here. You’re pulling my leg..”

“I absolutely am not.”

“Sammy, tell me she’s pulling my leg.”

“She’s not.”

Two pairs of brilliant blue eyes dart between you and your brother. Bucky’s face breaks into an open smile, laughing. Steve lurches forward.

“Have you ever met anyone famous?” Steve prods with a hint of that honest, innocent charm.

You wrinkle your nose sheepishly. “Mason Cook?”

“Who?” Bucky asks around a mouthful of sundae.

“Exactly.” Samuel snorts.

“Well, I’m sure he’s very talented.” Says Steve.

You swipe his maraschino cherry and let the stem dangle between your lips. “At least Stevie believes in me.”

“Dot, honey. I saw your pilot episode. If anyone’s a fan, it’s me.” Bucky feigns hurt, hand to his chest.

You stick out your bottom lip before sucking in the stem, working it into a tight knot in your mouth. “Are you still gonna be when your girl is signing autographs with John Wayne?”

You place the knotted stem on your napkin. Bucky nearly chokes.

“I better be.”

Samuel coughs. Steve giggles.

You thank your stars that your secret doesn’t change anything between Steve and Bucky. They treat you just the same; as Samuel’s baby sister who tags along with the boys. The teasing, the fleeting looks all unchanging.

Girls, you’ve unfortunately realized, are catty and mean. You’re competing for roles, after all. But with Bucky and Steve, your first taste of homecoming since moving to Brooklyn, you don’t have to worry about silly competition, or fame, or being the best in the room. They keep you level-headed, reminding you of your girlhood and life’s simple pleasures.

Bucky drives you and Steve around town in the company truck on weekends. Hopscotch and jacks on brick roads and warm nights, watching sunsets until the sky blushes peach and mango yellow at Coney Island.

A Saturday afternoon on Rockaway Beach, a vacation for you all after a draining week of work and auditions when Bucky promises to win you a stuffed bear when he sees you eyeing the one on careful display.

“Buck..Bucky, give it a rest, we can try the next one.” Steve chides.

Another plastic ring pings off the neck of a glass bottle. Bucky curses, rings his hands together and slaps another dollar onto the counter.

You and Steve trade looks. Bucky’s been at it for ten minutes. At this rate, you know you’ll be walking on the train tracks home tonight.

So, you and Steve huddle close and cheer him on. Do it for our doll! says Steve. Finish it so you’ll stop wasting money, you dolt! you cry. Hell, even the vendor finds it humorous and joins in.

And when Bucky wins that grand prize and you’re handed a teddy bear as big as Stevie, you hoist it on your back, careful to not let it touch gravel or dust as the three of you walk in line with the train tracks later that evening.

Paradise, a sheltered haven from the broken landscapes and realities that the European newsreels broadcast home in grim black and white.

True to Bucky’s word, they become your biggest supporters, helping you run lines and monologues and accompanying you to auditions. Bucky’s not bad for a scene partner, and Steve’s awareness of emotion and character motivation is impressive.

The attention you receive from casting directors and auditionees doesn’t hurt your chances either, lanky Steve and smoldering Bucky wishing you luck before stepping into the green room.

You book a drama. Then, a short film. Then another. You call them your lucky charms.

And when your humble little short film “premiers” at the corner cinema, squeezed in between an empty noon showing of a cartoon rerun, Steve and Bucky whoop and holler when your character is shown on screen. They throw popcorn and gumdrops, jostle you by the shoulders. Bucky even runs down the aisle and mimes kissing the projector screen.

“That’s our girl! That’s our Dot!”

The usher threatens to throw you out. Steve tells him you’ve paid good money for your tickets and you’ll stay and watch as long as you please.

The following week, you’re scouted by Peggy Carter.

Your world, your career will never be the same.

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peace-coast-island · 3 years ago

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Diary of a Junebug

Movie night with a bunch of oranges

Today was a busy day consisting of harvesting oranges and bringing out equipment for tomorrow. We've got a pretty good haul - and probably way too many oranges than we can handle. Thankfully I still have room in my inventory for other fish/bugs/shells or else I'd be kinda screwed, but I should try to make more room just in case.

Then again, there's still the possibility that I end up slacking off and spend the last day trying to collect as many oranges as possible before the deadline. I don't know why, but when it comes to collecting fruit I almost always find myself rushing at the end. I hate having to use up fertilizer in batches but sometimes you have no choice.

At least for this event I have some help so here's to hoping I don't have to break out the fertilizer at all. Probably wishful thinking, though it doesn't hurt to hope. With five extra hands helping out, why wouldn't we be able to get a lot done?

It's good to see Lotte, Mitch, and Gene again along with Willow, Frank, and Paisley. I haven't seen the latter three in forever since they've been super busy so imagine my excitement when I found out that Gene's working with them on a new movie.

The new movie's another adaptation of Paisley's short stories, Flower in the Wind, which will be directed by Willow and starring Cheyenne Ruthie in her film debut with Gene and Frank as part of the supporting cast. Cheyenne used to live in the neighborhood near me and Daisy Jane and we reconnected a while back after running into each other on social media.

In fact, she's planning to drop by the camp sometime in the near future as she's going through some pretty big life changes and could use a bit of a breather when things settle down a bit. Along with the upcoming movie, she's also in the process of moving and making up for lost time with her dad. I'm happy that things are going well for her and knowing Willow and Paisley, Flower in the Wind is sure to mark the start of something greater for her.

Willow, Frank, and Paisley are all former members of Jamie's entourage. Willow Chasen's a writer and director known for classics like Crossfire, Fighting Stance, Paper Dreams, Train Whistle Blowing, and many others. She's been named one of the greatest directors of the decade and she rightfully deserves that honor. I'm a huge fan of her work so I'll admit that I have high expectations for the new movie.

Frank Dunston and Paisley Kusuma are bloggers who used to run Behind the Spotlight, which chronicled the behind the scenes of the entourage members. Before coming to the island, they made the news when they were abducted and held hostage by a former detective who used to work for Frank's aunt Diane. His uncle, Eldred Dunston, is a well known actor who got Frank and Paisley interested in acting.

The two have been best friends for a long time, they have a sweet relationship. We joke that they're like an old married couple but it's all strictly platonic. They share an apartment and raise Paisley's daughter Lizzie together. Lizzie's named after Diane as she figuratively and literally saved Paisley and Frank's lives. The whole ordeal with the abduction brought them closer together and also wound up kicking off their careers.

While they have been doing a lot more solo projects since leaving the entourage and ending the blog, Frank and Paisley are still a duo. Flower in the Wind happens to be their first movie together in over a year, something they said they've been enjoying as they missed working alongside each other.

Paisley's a writer and author who runs a blog called The Flower Writes which she updates sporadically with life stuff and her creative process on her latest projects. She does some acting in supporting roles though she prefers to be behind the scenes, having established herself as a writer and producer over the years. She's also one of the writers for Robert's upcoming show Mount Barley, RFD so that's another reason to be hyped about it. Maybe someday she'll be sitting on the director's chair but she says that for now she's happy where she is.

Frank has been acting on stage and screen, starting out on small roles alongside his uncle until he got comfortable with the spotlight before making a name for himself on his own. He also dabbles in photography, having once run a blog for that before becoming a freelancer. Speaking of that, Daisy Jane's his next client as she's in need of professional pics for her upcoming shop update. Since he doesn't live too far from here, he's offered to make the commute to help Daisy Jane out for future shop updates, which is great as she finds taking product photos is one of her least favorite aspects of running a shop.

Lotte's been busy with the bakery while Mitch is working hard at the orchard. Gene's been making time in between acting gigs and his day job to visit home often, getting back in touch with old friends he hasn't seen or heard or spoken to in years. It's good to hear that things between Gene and his dad have improved since I last saw them. Lotte and Mitch can finally rest easy now that their family's back together. Although I haven't known Gene for long, it feels like I've known him forever and can't imagine him not being here.

Interesting how one's presence (or absence) can leave such an impression.

It's a good thing Mitch's here for a harvesting event as he's got a vast knowledge on a variety of plants and produce. Thanks to him, we were able to venture outside the camp to find more oranges. Who knew that Starsnatch Grove has a bunch of different varieties of oranges? Perfect oranges, starburst oranges, rainberry oranges - there's so many more that I've never seen or heard of before!

Turns out that Starsnatch's soil is ideal for citrus and that around this time of year is the peak of their season. Mitch really did his research about the camp and its surrounding areas. He also showed me other places for fruits and veggies, which will be useful for future reference.

So we've been wandering around Starsnatch, collecting all kinds of oranges and exploring the area. Rainberry oranges look like rainbow berries, hence the name, and the taste kinda reminds me of an orange spice tea. Cinnaorange is a new variety I've never seen before as they're rare and according to Lotte, they make a good marmalade. Sunkiss splash is an unusual orange with a sunburst pattern on its skin. The tree is kinda hard to care for, which is why there's not a lot of them and the orchard where Mitch works is one of the few that grows them.

With all these oranges, there's a lot we can do with them. I don't even know where to start as there's so many possibilities. Good thing we have Mitch and Lotte here to help us out!

After a busy day of collecting oranges, catching up, hiking, and coming up with ideas for tomorrow, it felt fitting to end the day with a movie marathon. So we watched three Sound Stories movies while enjoying sweet and tangy oranges.

Firefly Garden is one of my absolute favorite movies ever. Pretty much everyone I know considers this one of their favorites, including my mom. From the stunning animation to the gorgeous soundtrack and heartwarming story, it's no wonder it's a classic. Noelle and Sophie are hands down some of my favorite characters of all time.

The second movie we watched was Neighbors, a cute movie where nothing much happens yet it's so soothing and entertaining to watch. The art is breathtaking and expressive and it really adds to the story. It's a bit of an offbeat, unconventional kind of film, one I initially thought I wouldn't get into but ended up enjoying a lot.

Bee and the Quill is the latest Sound Stories movie and I loved it. The story's a bit hard to follow, but that's the point. As usual, the visuals are stunning and the whole dragon fight sequence was amazing to watch. Viola's journey to find her sister's ghost is one of those stories where you don't know exactly what's going on so you just roll with it and open your mind to the unknown.

Tomorrow we're gonna take a break from harvesting oranges to have some fun in the kitchen with our new discoveries. I'm looking forward to trying a bunch of new teas, especially with the rainberry oranges. We'll be making orange tea cake, orange juice, salads, and all kinds of other recipes we may stumble across. Then at night will be another marathon of Sound Stories movies where we'll be watching Snowflakes and Floating on Clouds, both which I've somehow never got a chance to watch yet.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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The time in Summervale: 1

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), huxley (cook), ruthy (maid)

Words: 1,438

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents?

Authors Note: this is something newwwwww. ive been wanting to do kinda my own thing for a while so this is not on any fandom this is a story i will be updating with chapters about my characters but in a x reader way if that makes sense so its still gonna use you and such just this is my own story. i got inspiration off of this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles, granted i dont know the character or the fandom i just read it cuz another blog reblogged it yet i rlly enjoyed it even tho it is smut and im not usually a smut reader just kinda skip that or whatever either way it was extremely well written and gave me such inspiration like wowowowowow. so i made this piece inspired by that and i hope you guys like it. this is just kinda an opening to the whole thing and to kinda see how it works out so there is not any romance in this but trust me there will be but like i said i want to see how this goes if yall like if u do pls tell me tell me what u think ur thoughts everything i worked rlly hard on this so pls share like reblog do what you gotta do it would me a lot to me. thnx guys <3

“Maybe this piece goes here,” you mumbled to yourself. An action you always did but it was something your mother hated. Sitting atop your bed you concentrated your efforts in inventing a mixer that did its job on its own. Call it a hobby or a dream but inventing was your world. You loved the satisfaction of creating something with your own two hands especially if it helped people. Unfortunately, your parents the Prince and Princess of Summervale did not approve. They called it very unladylike. Your mother, Athela, would scold you about getting messy and dirty and then throw you in the tub like a little child. Your father, Edward, was always forcing you to learn how to seam. His mother used to do it and he wanted to pass it down to you. Those things didn’t excite you, didn’t make you complete. Inventing was something you loved and was always thinking about. As you would look at an apple tree during your morning stroll you would wonder about what inventions would be good for peeling apples whilst your parents bored you with duties as a Duchess.

“Almost done,” you screwed on the last screw to your creation. You had dirt under your nails and they were short and barely ever polished, only for special occasions. Your hair was almost every time how it was meant to be. None of those gels, ties, bows, again only for special occasions. Your mother, Athela, would buy you all these face creams, soaps, masks, but you were content with your scars and bumps, naming them every so often after royals, saying your “face was a castle and there should definitely be Queens and Kings roaming on it.” You were odd and different to others but to yourself you were this boring, normal, royal girl that everyone hated because you were granted everything you could ever want. Life was not that simple though. Sometimes when you have everything handed to you - all the money in the world - it still doesn’t fill up that hollow feeling inside or take away the sadness. It was something to help people cope but it was never the antidote.

“Alright...finished. What do you think Karim?” You hastily got out of bed and sat on the floor presenting your mixer to your pug. One very lovely vacation you took with your family you had learn a bit of Arabic. It was a beautiful language and you had made many friends there. You named your dog Karim meaning generous. Karim was generous, he was the only one who would look at your inventions. “Do you think it will work?” You gave a toothy grin, excited.

Karim grunted as he licked his nose, panting.

“I knew you would like it,” patting his head you jump up ready to show not just your parents but also the cooks. You had a very good feeling about this one. Every time you made an invention you had hope that maybe your parents would change their minds about your future but every occurrence was the same.

“Mother, father! Come look!” You yelled as you sprinted down the stairs not caring if your nightgown would get dirty sweeping across the floors of the castle. “Come quick!”

“What in the heavens is the matter my dear child?” Edward, your father, grumbled seeing you in such a hurry.

“See, father, in the kitchen.”

“In the kitchen?”

You passed by your mother, she tried to catch you but you slipped from her grip. “Young Lady why are you not dressed and groomed properly? You look like a mess.”

“Doesn’t matter, mother in this moment time is of the essence!” You arrived at the kitchen and grabbed a blue glass bowl, plopping it with a loud clank on the counter top.

“What are you doing y/n?” The cook asked. “You almost broke me bowl!” He was a plump older man, very short. His hair was salt and pepper and his face was as white as flour yet his cheeks were always red.

“Forgive me Huxley I just need to know. Need to see and dive deep into the unknown.” You opened up a recipe card that Huxley wrote down for your favorite cake. Vanilla cake, you were a simple girl. “Alright I need eggs and flour and oh yes milk! Almost forgot about the milk!” You were talking to yourself again as you ran around the kitchen like a mad woman.

“Is this another one of your inventions?” Huxley crossed his arms knowing about your obsession.

“Yes but my dear good old Huxley-”

“Old?” He lifted his brow.

“No time to explain, I have a tingling within me. This one is going to be it, I know it. Mother and father will finally see and believe in me.” You poured all the ingredients in the bowl. Your parents walked in, perplexed.

“Hello everyone. Today I show you something I have been working on the for the past week. I am very proud of myself but any who let me show you my newest invention-”

“Oh here we go again?” Athela rolled her eyes.

“The mixer!” You lifted it high in the air. “This mixer will not only mix greatly and fine it will mix to your acquired speed. Please watch.” You pulled the lever three times and then pushed the big button. The mixer turned on automatically with it squeaking from the gears. “As you can see the mixer is mixing all the ingredients together. No more of the hassle of blistered hands or tired arms, this does it for you! You can even look away and do other chores in the midst.” You turned around and your creation you thought so high about was creating smoke and making an odd sound.

“Um y/n,” Edward said, “is it supposed to do that?”

“Huh,” you turned to it again and all of a sudden the mixer started to go faster in speed. “Oh no.” The mixer then flew high in the air and starting to spin around like a mini airplane.

“Get down!” Huxley shouted and everyone in the room screamed in fear or bent down hiding under tables and items.

“Its alright everyone! Just a little mistake!” You climbed onto the tables trying to fetch the item. “Blasted thing.” You jumped onto the counter and caught it making it stop. Until it started to mix again and it caught a piece of your hair. You screamed loud and tried running away but hit the bowl of cake mix making it hurl in the air on top of your head making you slip from the batter onto your back. The mixer finally stopped. You groaned knowing you were about to hear it from your parents.

Athela stood up with a scowl on her face. “To your room. Now!”

You sat at your vanity disappointed with yourself. You had worked so hard on the mixer and had embarrassed yourself. Athela was standing next to you, glaring. Karim was laying in his bed munching on a treat and your maid Ruthy tended to your hair.

“I cannot believe you chose to do this on a day like today. Of all days!” Your mother was furious. Her gloved hands were held into fists. “You were supposed to be ready!”

“I know. I’m sorry mother.” In the end you always apologized even though you really hadn’t meant it. You hated when your mother was right especially about inventing. You always wanted to prove her wrong but it ended in outright disappointment.

“Look at this hair now.” Athela lifted the piece of hair that was wrapped around the mixer. “Can you save it Ruthy?”

Ruthy bit her lip as she heaved a sigh, “I’m sorry your Royal Highness it is very tangled I must cut it off.”

“Oh my! Are you sure?”

Ruthy nodded.

“Today of all days,” Athela repeated herself. “How will your future husband think of you now?”

“What?” You asked and then all was heard was a snip as Ruthy cut that one lock of hair.

“Make sure you take that disgusting batter out of her hair.” Athela pointed to your scalp.

“Mother what are you talking about?” You stood up throwing your precious now broken mixer onto your desk.

“My dear didn’t you not fall just mere minutes ago in that vanilla goop?”

“Thats not what I meant and you know it. I am asking about what you said about a future husband. What did you mean by that?”

Athela rubbed your shoulders up and down and broke into a huge smile. “My dear you are getting married!”

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offtoljubljana · 5 years ago

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48. Ik kan dit blog gewoon veranderen in een Animal Crossing blog

22/03/2020

Nou, inmiddels is het niet 11:30, maar 18:52.

Korte blogpost deze keer, denk ik. Ook omdat ik zo snel mogelijk terug wil naar Animal Crossing. Ik ga kleding maken en iemand op Discord heeft me blueprints gegeven van pride t-shirts. Helaas geen QR code.

Damn, ik wilde de designs van mijn oude Animal Crossing overzetten, maar ik was vergeten dat ik mijn 2DS in Nederland heb gelaten.

Muziek voor nu is Pride Month. It’s been a while. Normaal is dit juist de lijst die ik het meeste luister.

(Troye Sivan’s Bloom... gaat dus niet over tuinieren. Oeps.)

Dus ja, ik heb niet veel nieuws, want ik heb gewoon mega veel Animal Crossing gespeeld. Mijn huis is inmiddels een opslag. Ik wacht tot mijn museum morgen open gaat. Ik kan tijdreizen, zoals Evelien, maar ik doe alles “by the book”.

Dit spel is gewoon zo hartverwarmend. Helaas is het alleen in het Engels te spelen, anders had ik Bram en Jasper zowat gedwongen om het spel te kopen (weet niet echt hoe, though), want zij zijn de enige die ik ken die het spel niet hebben gekocht. Zelfs de moeder van Merel heeft het spel. Merels hele familie heeft het spel, dus ze steelt constant hun fruit. Ik kan dus niet bij Bram en Jasper op bezoek en hun fruit stelen, want ze hebben geen eiland om te bezoeken en geen fruit om te stelen.

Jongens, doe mee met het eilandparadijs leven!

Jongens, ik had eiland als “ijsland” geschreven! Foute soort eiland...

Dat gezegd hebbende, dit spel is een duur spel. Het is €60 en ik kan begrijpen dat je dat niet snel uitgeeft. Een alternatief is Stardew Valley voor €15, maar dat kan je niet met z’n tweeën spelen op één Switch.

Dit spel is gewoon zo rustgevend. Het is geweldig om te zien en de muziek is relaxt. Je hebt zoveel vrije keuzes en waar anders kan ik eruit zien als een mix tussen een hippie en een verlepte heks? Ik wil alleen nog regenboogjes op mijn wangen toevoegen en dan is mijn Look(TM) compleet.

(SOPHIEs Immaterial is het beste voorbeeld van het “mere exposure effect”. Thank you Daniel James Howell.)

Dit is ook de tweede dag op rij dat ik voor 1 uur in slaap ben gevallen. Alweer 11 uur slaap deze nacht.

Maar ja, vandaag had ik mezelf gedwongen om iets productiefs te doen, aangezien ik vanaf vrijdag middernacht bijna alleen maar Animal Crossing heb gespeeld (oeps?). Ik ben niet de enige productieve.

Mijn productiviteit was schoolwerk. Nou, het begon shit. Eerst hing mijn computer vast en toen ging de batterij in één keer leeg (van 35% naar 0%), dus mijn computer viel uit. Dit kwam doordat ik mijn telefoon erin had gestoken. Ik weet dat dit ding het niet aankan om meerdere dingen op te laden zonder netstroom, maar ik was net iets te laat met mijn snoer insteken, dus mijn hele laptop ging uit.

Uiteindelijk heb ik alles van B&T doorgenomen. Hij had een 30 minuten lange lecture opgenomen en ik heb zowat dat hele ding getranscribeerd, want hij is die chille leraar die nooit zijn eigen notities toevoegt.

Ook kreeg ik van GLINT de opdracht om de film Kinsey te kijken en er een kort verslag over te schrijven, dus ik heb die film gezien. Toen kwam ik erachter dat de deadline op de 30e is, niet morgen, dus hoera!

(Todrick Hall’s nieuwe album vond ik eigenlijk helemaal niets, want het is overduidelijk dat zijn inspiratie de drag scène was, maar Amen is één van de goede nummers. Nou, ik weet, ik weet, de drag scène is geweldig, maar ik ben geen fan van drag muziek om te luisteren. Dan alsnog, de muziek is eerder gecreëerd voor queer dans.)

De film was oké. Ik ben een fan van Albert Kinsey’s werk, dus ik had meer focus op zijn eigenlijke werk en het effect willen hebben, maar aangezien dit een Hollywood film is, lag er meer nadruk op drama. Drama, drama en zoveel drama. Het had tenminste een mooi einde, dus de film was niet slecht, maar ook weer niet geweldig.

Ik vraag me altijd af wat mensen die worden afgebeeld ervan zouden vinden als ze dit soort films zouden zien. Hetzelfde met musicals, zoals Hamilton.

OH MY GOD, BROADWAY? Ja, ik las vandaag dat er twee shows al niet meer terug komen. Damn, ze zijn nu officieel gesloten “in previews” wegens financiële problemen. Ik had verwacht dat er shows zouden verdwijnen, maar in previews? Ze zijn dus niet eens officieel open gegaan.

(Lulu is een groot fan van Troye Sivan’s WILD.)

En man, Company had vandaag open moeten gaan om Stephen Sondheims 90e verjaardag te vieren. Er is een video gemaakt i.p.v. een mega groot feest, maar damn, dit is Sondheim. Ik zag dat sommigen op tumblr van plan waren om de Sondheim aflevering van glee te gaan kijken voor zijn verjaardag, maar ik was geen fan van die afleveringen (of van dat hele seizoen).

(Taylor Swift’s Delicate is op deze lijst, want ik vind dit oprecht één van haar beste nummers.)

Er is wel nog goed Broadway nieuws! Ruthie Ann Miles is in verwachting en ik heb staan janken van geluk. Ruthie Ann is in 2018 haar twee kinderen verloren in een groot auto-ongeluk in New York. Het was zo erg en ik heb het nieuws op de voet gevolgd.

Dus dat was het theatre nieuws van vandaag. Ik ga ervan uit dat de meesten thuis hier geen shit om geven, maar... I don’t care.

(Janelle Monáe’s Make Me Feel. Oh damn. Toen ze op de Grammy’s de tekst “Girl you make me.... boy you make me...” toevoegde? Rights right there.)

Nu hebben Kath, Sofia en ik eten besteld bij een Indiaas restaurant. We kunnen nog maar bij een paar plekken Boni bestellen, dus we gaan er ook gebruik van maken. De Finse dudes hadden blijkbaar in de middag daar eten besteld en ze raadden het heel erg aan.

En dat was de korte update voor nu. Om eerlijk te zijn kan je er dus gewoon van uit gaan dat ik bijna alleen maar bezig ben met Animal Crossing 😅😅😅. Deze game had gewoon geen betere tijd kunnen kiezen om uit te komen.

(Panic At The Disco’s The Overpass staat op deze lijst nadat ik ooit een post had gelezen met “the overpass is so gay” en ja, ja dat klopt.)

Dus ja, dat is het voor nu. Ik ga hopelijk zo eten en ik heb afgesproken om Merel een heksenhoed te geven in ruil voor een abrikozenboom.

OH ONS ETEN IS HIER.

#48 #blog post #march

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merigreenleaf · 7 years ago

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January Wrap-up, February Goals

@ageekyreader made a post about this and I think I'm going to steal her idea. :)

January summary:

After the crap that was December, January was a little better. I got more writing stuff worked on, anyway! -Short Fic Challenge: I made a blog for @shortficchallenge that Ruthie and I have been working regularly on, what with prompts and reblogging stories and general upkeep. -Short stories: I started two short stories and have the first drafts done. Then I got distracted from that to write two short stories/drabbles for the ask game from about a week ago (Adair for “fight me” and Blythe for “break me”) and started a third. -Misc writing stuff: I did a monthly writing challenge on IG that I shared here that involved a week of answering questions from my characters’ POVs. I made and shared aesthetics/moodboards/bios for five of my characters (Adair, Blythe, Etri, Sol, and Dray). I did a few writing tag games in January, too. -Blog pages: I've updated my series info page and my character info page to hopefully look a lot nicer. While I was doing that, I updated and expanded on bios for all of my main dorks, plus my secondary ones.

February goals:

-Catch up on tumblr: I took most of this week away because I was babysitting and I have a ton of replies, messages, and tags I need to go back and read/reply to. If you've replied to me or messaged me or tagged me or whatever, I promise I will get to these things soon! -Catch up on the “Tell me what you’re working on!” post: I need to reblog/reply to the newest writeblrs who have answered the question, as well as a few people I was chatting to about their projects. Lots of catch-up in the next week! -Finish the short stories: I have three that I'm currently working on that need to be edited/rewritten: "Sol stuck in the pantry," "Adair's this for that quest," and "Adair's domestic fluff." (These all desperately need actual titles lol.) -Write the rest of the stories for the ask game: I think there are about 14 left to do, but I'm going to try to keep these as short drabbles. (Riiiiight. Two of the three have so far spawned into full short stories lol.) It’s likely that the longer ones will become stories I write for @shortficchallenge since they have that habit of becoming full stories anyway. -Share Rosalie's aesthetic/bio: I have this ready to go, just want to read over it one more time before I post it. She's the last character I'm doing this for, at least for now. -Get back into working on book 2: I haven't really touched this since November other than to jot down ideas for a few plot ideas here and there. This really needs to become my main project again. -Finish typing book 1: At some point I need to go back and type up the last 1/4 of book 1. It’s written and in my notebook, but I keep putting off typing it up. This post got long, but I guess that’s a good thing. It means I’ve been working on a lot of stuff and that I have the motivation to continue to work on a lot of stuff. :)

#writing #writing update #writeblr #writing goals #writblr #my writing ramblings

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dnodes18 · 6 years ago

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Outdoor Patio Space Update for Entertaining this Spring https://thd.co/2GEdYEn

As soon as temperatures from winter begin to rise, figuring out your outdoor patio space becomes a top priority.With the help of The Home Depot, Ruthie Ridley and her husband were able to create the ultimate outdoor entertaining space with patio furniture that’s perfect for hosting and spending time with the family.

The patio area is the perfect space for family time and entertainment but can often be the last place that you focus your attention with the ongoing list of household upkeep. With the start of spring and better weather Ben and I were excited to take on the challenge of updating our patio space with The Home Depot. It was in major need of a face lift. When we were finished organizing and cleaning up the patio space we were shocked to see that everything seemed bigger. It quickly became a space that we wanted to hang out in!

Give Your Patio Space More Attention

The patio area was previously not functional at all. I referred to it as a big slab of pavement. It was where Ben would run out to grill dinner very quickly and then come back in. It was also the place where we let Charlie out to go do his business. Apart from that, we had no desire to hang out back there. With the lack of attention to this area we had quite the clean-up to do!

We went to our local Home Depot and purchased all the necessities to clean and spruce up the area. There, we purchased a power washer, mulch, flowers, potted plants, gloves, pots, Tiki lights and a Hampton Bay fire pit, too! Then we got home and got right to work!

We cleaned up all the weeds and started to plant new flowers that would return the following year, as well as fresh new mulch. After the flowers were planted, Ben power washed the area to get rid of the green film that had been building up over the past few months. Once the garden was sorted and the patio was squeaky clean, it was time for our patio furniture to be delivered!

The Patio Set Up

We chose this Laguna Point set because one we loved the color, but also we love the versatility of the pieces. You could set up your space in a variety of ways with this furniture! We split the patio set into two seating areas. One closest to the house and then one toward the back of the fence. We placed the fire pit right in the middle with our grill off to the side. Now we are always ready to entertain!

Family Time on the Patio

When we first had my family over the very first thing we noticed was how cozy it was back there! Even our black lab Charlie and our sweet little kitten Bella love hanging in the new patio space! It has gone from an area we avoid to an area we can’t wait to spend time in; Even when we get home from work we often head right outside! It has become Ben’s favorite place to studio and my favorite place to hang with all of my fur babies! So what do you think? I hope y’all love it as much as we do!!

Ruthie Ridley is a lifestyle blogger and mom of three who is a master of all things design and entertainment. You can read more about her best tips and tricks here on her blog.

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Ruthie Ridley

#The Home Depot Blog

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goldenseresinretriever · 5 months ago

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After some careful consideration, Twisters Tuesdays will be the official release days for Subject to Change updates. I’ve been wanting to play around with the idea of a fic schedule so I’m going to start with Subject to Change.

That being said, Subject to Change Chapter 1 should be out tomorrow 🤠🩵

#Ruthie’s blog psas #Ruthie’s blog updates #subject to change // goldenseresinretriever #stc // goldenseresinretriever #twisters tuesday

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betrue7ruth · 6 years ago

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Dear family and friends, After an eventful weekend and a lot of evaluation on my current journey in life, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need some SPRING cleaning. (Get it, it’s spring and I’m cleaning? I’m amazing😂) I will be sweeping my social media accounts from now on. Social media has become my newest addiction, right after sugar. I’m the typical millennial that finds joy and excitement in “likes” and “comments”. They give me a short high and takes me to a very unhealthy mindset. Please save any photos you’re tagged in from 2008 onwards. I had a tough time (not looking for pity) for awhile now and it’s time to start clean. I’m living my dream, teaching at a amazing school, traveling, experiencing new cultures, and making beautiful friendships - I need to appreciate these things more. I’ll be posting more on my blog page, making videos monthly on my adventures and most important of all, I’ll be living in the moment. Please do understand if I’m missing from time to time, but sometimes the virtual reality is more damaging than anything else. (Please go like my blog page if you want to stay updated, or my Instagram because my activity on my main account will barely exist.) All my rainbow love Ruthie 안리 ❤️🌸🦄🌈 (at Jeonju) https://www.instagram.com/be_true7ruth/p/Bvq2NcChag3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=h6vxekirx3f3

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thebibliophagist · 7 years ago

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You know, doing these weekly updates has become my way of getting through the week. I write the bare bones of the post on Sunday nights and then fill in links and add new books as the week goes on. That means on Wednesday, when only Thursday and Friday are left to link, I get this new rush of motivation for the week. It’s almost done! I only have to push through two more days!

In case you missed it, here are this week’s blog posts:

Review: Kissing Max Holden by Katy Upperman

Review: Alex & Eliza by Melissa de la Cruz

Top Ten Tuesday: Bookish Bucket List

Review: You’re Welcome, Universe by Whitney Gardner

Page Count: July 2017

Review: The Education of Margot Sanchez by Lilliam Sanchez

Here’s what I’ve been reading:

Completely by Ruthie Knox

Talking As Fast As I Can by Lauren Graham

I Hate Everyone But You by Gaby Dunn & Allison Raskin

Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

Recently added to my ever-growing TBR:

A Visit From the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan

Mr. Fiance by Lauren Landish

Sixteen Kisses by Kelly Oram

Beauty by Robin McKinley

Prince Player by B.B. Hamel

His Ex’s Little Sister by Bella Love-Wins

Waiting to Breathe by Alyson Reynolds

Lights, Cowboy, Action by Cindi Madsen

I was too busy at the library this week to request any galleys!

On a more personal note:

Andrew McMahon has been one of my idols since about 2004. If I remember correctly, I’ve seen him perform live seven times -- six times with Jack’s Mannequin and once on the Something Corporate reunion tour. I’m from Wisconsin, and it seems that Andrew loves Wisconsin. Seriously, he’s always there. He comes to New Jersey, too, but usually on weeknights or when I’m out of town.

Well, he was just added to the Shadow of the City lineup and I am so excited... but nobody wants to go with me. I’m pretty bummed out, but I’d go by myself at this point. The last time I saw him perform was just before I moved to New Jersey -- more than five years ago!

Seriously, tickets are only $33. I went to the first SotC and it was great! The artists just walk around amongst the crowd and stop for selfies and autographs like it’s not even a big deal. Even if you’ve never talked to me before, if you want to meet up with me at this festival, I would be more than thrilled.

#weekly update #kissing max holden #alex & eliza #you're welcome universe #the education of margot sanchez #completely #talking as fast as i can #i hate everyone but you #milk and honey #a visit from the goon squad #mr. fiance #sixteen kisses #beauty #prince player #his ex's little sister #waiting to breathe #lights cowboy action #booklr #shadow of the city

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more-quiverfull-sims · 4 years ago

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And Babies Make Ten!!

Today I found some adorable pictures from my childhood. I even found some of Nathaniel and Ruthie, back when they were just best buddies! I showed the ones of me to Ruthie, but she said most of them were a little depressing. I laughed--she has such a great sense of humor.

Mama wasn’t sure about Ruthie and Nathaniel being friends at first...but she lived just down the street! We all got to know her really well! My sweet Mama, she was just worried about us girls being influenced by Ruthie’s pants-wearing and outspoken manner.

Anyway, I have a set of new family photos. These are a little outdated already, but I wanted to share them anyway because they are just so sweet! You can tell that Mama and I went dress shopping before this...we match!

There’s four families here! Mine is in blue.

Thaddeus’ family! He and Chelsie are expecting baby girl #3. They did not get the memo about the family matching, LOL! But neither did Ruthie and Nathaniel!

Ruthie and Nathaniel’s sweet family! They forgot to send me their portraits for my blog, so I took this from the big family photo! You may be able to tell that Ruthie is expecting twins, Amelia and Maisie. Nathaniel told me that they are NOT planning to have any more. This grieved my heart greatly, but I knew that I could not question him! He is Ruthie’s authority!

By the way, you may notice something if you look carefully at Ruthie and Nathaniel’s family--yes, they had a little one! William Snyder! They waited a few years, and Ruthie said they’re only having two more at the most...guess I need to keep praying over her that she finds the way of righteousness!

I’ve been spending more time with Ruthie lately. It’s been really fun to share sweet fellowship! I don’t really understand Ruthie’s worldly ways, but she does have a lot of fun stories about going to school. I never went to school, and I do enjoy hearing about all the sinfulness that I missed out on--so that I can be extra grateful to my Mama and Daddy for keeping us on the path of righteousness!

I thought I should share some snapshots from my daily life as a Godly wife!! It may be hard to believe, but it’s not ALL sunshine and rainbows all the time! My days are full and brim with joy, yet they are also full of toil and labor! I am forever caring, correcting, loving and teaching! It really is such a gift!

Making some delicious treats for my hubby.

Snuggling baby #5, Katlynn! I named her after my Mama, but gave her an extra “n” for a bit of flair! I wanted her to be unique!!

Here I am correcting our sweet baby #4, Isaiah Stetson!

Here is me making a NUTRITIOUS meal for my family. I’m not a huge fan of vegetables, so I mostly cook grilled cheese!

Here I am homeschooling my boys. They are so overjoyed and love to learn! Sweet little Hope Geraldine JUST aged up to childhood, so she will be joining us next.

Eating with my hubby and enjoying our day! This is what it’s all about!

HERE are updated family shots. Can you BELIEVE how our family has grown?? Who would have ever thought when we married ten years ago that we would be married with SIX kids? And now we are expecting twins, FINALLY! I wept and prayed for twins for SO long, especially since we had a miscarriage in between Isaiah (#4) and Katlynn (#5), and then struggled to conceive with #6, John Brice!! We are so grateful for the family we have and can’t wait for it to continue to grow...and we cannot wait to welcome little Patience Praise and Victor Duggarson in six short months!!!

That’s right, I will soon be thirty with EIGHT children, just like my hero, Michelle Duggar! Michelle technically has me beaten, as her eighth child came just BEFORE her thirtieth birthday, instead of six months AFTER. Pray for me that I may become more like her!!

#quiverfull sims #fundie sims #sims 4 #thegormans

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seekingfika · 6 years ago

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Hey all!

In addition to this blog, I keep an instagram that I will be updating with more frequent posts throughout my Semester. To follow along, be sure to follow @mugsnshrugs (there’s a direct link on this page’s menu!) Featured here are some samples of what you’d see on the instagram on a regular basis.

Check back soon!

-Ruthie

#DIS #study #studyabroad #abroad #sweden #travel #adventure #livefolk

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hs-aesthetics · 8 years ago

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500 Followers Announcements!!

Ahhh! So we just reached 500 followers! Which is hecking crazy like oh my god, so there are a few updates!!

Additions to the blog: We’ll be adding a few things to what you can request from this blog! These are: pendulum requests, tarot readings, and fashion boards. Pendulums will be in larger posts with multiple answered in order to prevent spamming the blog.

Mod Announcement: Mod Ruthie will be taking a month long hiatus from mid June until mid July as she will be at summer camp. This being said, due to this, it would be helpful to get in requests sooner rather than later because she will try to complete a good amount before she leaves, and they will be queued for 2 posts a day during her absence, and 3 posts a day (rather than 4) until then, and since that as well as the fact that only Mod Cecil would be able to fill out requests, it may take longer during that time for requests to be posted and/or done.

#mod post #admin #hskin #hskin blog #homestuck #500

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souichipresents · 8 years ago

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Souichi Presents: What Horrors Lurk... in the Iron Circus

Kyahaha! Hello hello hello, once again it is time for.. SOUICHI PRESENTS! Where we’ll one day have reviewed every single Junji Itou comic ever made, after which we’ll... presumably switch over to a episode by episode review of every scooby doo episode ever made. It’s a work in progress concept.

BUT that day won’t happen anytime soon, because the thing is? People just keep on making amazing horror work. I genuinely beleive that there may not have even been such an amazing time for horror. Ive mentioned it before, but the internet, independently created scene is a godsend for this genre.

From keeping up with new and emerging short video format horror through the great Night Mind channel, to following horror illustrators and comic creators I love. And the comics. Oh, the comics! That’s what we’re here to talk about today. There’s so many good horror comics out there; and today I’d like to talk about an anthology I’ve been meaning to review for a long, long time now...

SOUICHI PRESENTS: THE SLEEP OF REASON (Part One)

(Cover art by Michael Deforge)

The Sleep of Reason is a FANTASTIC horror comic anthology, with 26 chilling, creepy, and strange stories. Produced by Iron Circus Comics, who as far as I’m concerned, is one of the companies to keep an eye on for independent publishing, which was single handedly built from the floor up by the amazing C. Spike Trotman. Iron Circus Comics has put out such great works as Poorcraft, Smut Peddler, Shadoweyes Vol 1, and more!

I was excited to get my hands on this, and it completely delivered. So why haven’t I reviewed it yet? Well... because, honestly? Some is just scheduling, memory, already having this or that on the docket. But also... Some of these stories are too scary for me. I had to take breaks reading it! I had to wait a while. See, part of why I run this blog is I’d already read the complete works of Junji Ito- over and over and over again, enough to work the sting out of them.

This? This has a sting and a half. And there’s enough stories here, and enough to say about them, that being as exhaustive as I am for normal stories would be... a literal half a years worth of regular updates. So I’m going to be talking about my favorites, in order.

As for stories left out? Some are just fine, but didn’t catch my eye. Maybe one or two I hate. But some? Honestly? Are too upsetting for me. Not the fun upsetting. That doesn’t make them bad horror. I even love some of them- they could even wind up being your favorites. But your dear host has even his limits, if you can forgive me. <3

Let’s get started with....

The Child Eater, by Meg Gandy

Content Warnings for: Spousal abuse, (not seen but for sure) rape, child abuse, body horror, death.

Any kid who grew up in rough times of any level can tell you, imagination is a powerful way to escape. This short isn’t about imagination. But it’s about the reason why a little kid might need one: kids can be all, all, all too aware of exactly what horrors are going on around them.

And the horror here is, for the most part, going on AROUND little Ruthie here; the real life horror. Whatever else might be going on.... well there’s monsters, and there’s monsters. And I won’t lie guys; it’s a rouge bite.

Horror is a way to talk about vulnerability. It can be a way to talk about things that scare us without talking about them directly. Well. This isn’t a comforting veneer of abstraction and fantasy kind of story. And it’s about the most vulnerable kind of hero you could possibly imagine. And it does it with art that uses a deft hand on details and emotional weight- we ARE in Ruthies shoes, we’re walking with her.

And I won’t tell you where she decides to go; only that it’s one of the most grimly satisfied endings i’ve run across.

The Waiting Game, a Nightmare by Carla Speed McNeil

Content warnings for: Starvation, suicide, body horror, non consensual voyeurism.

Somehow, this story seems so much longer then it actually is, when you’re reading it. And that could not possibly be more apt for the story that it is; the slow, second by second agony of the story’s unnamed, ungendered subject. Our subject, who’s life is such agony that they can only wait, desperately, for an end. But we don’t need to be told that.

In fact, we aren’t told much at all. But the beauty of this story- and there are many- is that we’re left to let the horror unfold in our own minds eye. The crowds of the rich, eager, leaning over each others shoulders, anticipatory.

Hungry.

What kind of entertainment do people want, if they can have anything. Anything in the whole world?

And how badly do we suffer for it.

Found Object, by Britt C. H.

Content warnings for: death, gore.

Well first of all I’ll ask you to stay out of my three AM discord conversations. If theres a comic in here with a conversation about Donald Ducks emotional depth, I’m... well actually that’d be AMAZING. But I digress!

This is the kind of story I could use as a thesis support; a genuine fear touched on through a strange event. It lays it’s self out flat and clean; in both structure and subject, I consider this an amazingly classic horror piece, to my sensibilities.

Something I’m fond of about horror is that it has a unique quality: It can only obfuscate how it’s plot is going to go but so far. Specifically I mean: It’s horror, so you know something terrible is going to happen. The story begins; something is introduced. We, the audience, become immediately aware this ‘thing’ is going to be something horrifying.

What matters isn’t the what. it’s the how. And this has a magnificent how.

The Grackle Bride, by Randal Milholland

Content Warnings for: Death. Birds.

If like me, you happen to have been following Mr. Milholland’s work since... oh, say... middle school, you wouldn’t be too surprised to see his work here. Every year readers of his comic have enjoyed “The Last Trick-or-Treaters”, a beautiful watercolor series about... well. Children! Having... adventures.... that might end... lets say badly! For those children.

But that’s a horse of a different color. For this collection, we’re treated to a beautifully folkloric yarn- just the kind of mysterious, slightly gruesome story I would have devoured as a child myself. It feels authentic; you have your poor farmer, and his only daughter. A beautiful girl... only all she seems to care about are those grackles.

It’s a thrill of a yarn at that. Cosy, even! Might depend a bit on how you feel about birds....

Proliferation, by Lin Visel and J.R. Cullen

Content warnings for: Death.

Interesting to think about is- how little information can you use to make sure your audience knows what you mean? This story I think, hits very close to that edge; if you walked into this story completely missing a key piece of outside information, I still think you would get the idea through the context clues, especially combined with the title.

That’s impressive; but even more impressive to me is this is one of those horror stories I get a sense of temperature- atmosphere. The wet, sweltering heat of your own breath passing through you. The horrible chill of air meeting sweating, clammy skin. The horrible stillness of a forest.

I do love short horror; and I’m always pleased to let the story sit as it is; a fragmenting little prism of moments. But this one I think I’d love to see more of; more of what’s happening. Maybe that would ruin it; but I know that it means a story has an inviting texture. As inviting as the temptation to keep on walking a little... further.

Just a little more.

Artifacts, by Evan Dahm

I have a complicated relationship with the phrase ‘cosmic horror’. Once you get too good a look at the lineage of the ideas it’s... well folks, it’s kind of all racism and penguins down there. But I still remember the thrill at the idea- the notion of something... so strange and unknowable. The idea that there is a scale of size we can’t even begin to comprehend; that we might as well be ants, blindly trying to make sense of things we can’t even see.

This story makes me feel like I’m sitting between the stacks of the library, lost in the quiet terror of the idea of those horizons dropping away.

To me, making our protagonist an artist solves- immediately- a lot of the problem this kind of story can have. Why exactly would someone be studying something that leads somewhere... so odd? When its a scientist, or a researcher, it feels natural, but can get... odd. Not a lot of theoretical whatever's take hikes into abandoned buildings. But fine artists will do a lot of things. I learned in class about a man who laid under the floorboards of a gallery space making weird noises.

A single man, slowly working and working and working on making something.... pure. Approaching something big. It could have happened already.

That’s all for this week- I’ll continue reviewing this in short sections of my favorites. Check it out sometime if you can! I will say chapters I didn’t get to do have some raw stuff in them; as with any horror, specific subjects can kind of lunge at you.

But it’s a representation of what I absolutely love: An independent, off the wall, beautiful set of horror comics.

And as always... souichi WILL return!

#The Sleep of Reason #Iron Circus Comics #review #horror review #souichi presents #Warnings fromt he collection but NOT covered in this review are #eating disorders parasites self mutilation gore unreality and one story I didnt touch on that does that stupid scary crazy person shtick #but its just the one so as horror goes not bad

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