#Waitress Beverly

[two-white-butterflies]

drug (two) | toto wolff

Description: He meets his girlfriend's parents, and they don't like him. (age gap.)

Pairing: toto wolff/horner!reader

part one

"We're trending, and not for a good reason." you chuckled nervously, browsing through the thick of social media. Darn Twitter's post viewing limits, there were at least a million posts mentioning you. "Bad publicity is still publicity," Toto responded - closing his eyes in his inability to fight against rest.

"Hm, will you tell my father's publicist that?" you teased him and all color drained out of his face. He reached for his reading glasses on the bedside table, eyes slightly narrowing against the sharp light. "What is it about?" he groaned in an attempt to have a clear view of your phone. "-ever heard of dark mode?" he humored, slightly freezing when he sees the article's title.

"They make it seem like we're a divorced couple," he joked again, but it was clear that he was panicking. He hoped that nothing would come out of Christian. He prayed that his rival would learn to accept the change sooner than the media could get a wind of it - but nay, Toto was always a dreamer anyways. "Well, aren't you?" you giggled.

"I'll have this wiped off the face of earth," he mumbled to himself, reaching for his laptop hidden under the bed. "Gods I hate it when sports magazines push out this non-sports crap," you rolled your eyes - contemplating on whether or not you should message Christian. He was the only person that could fix this.

A sigh escapes your mouth. He wouldn't understand.

"How did you get rid of that article anyways?" George couldn't help but ask while taking the cooler out of the trunk. "I had to convince a close friend to buy the company," Toto sighed.

"I can't believe that we're living in a reality where Wolff-Horner babies are possible." Lewis chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. Gods, there were a million ways that this one could go wrong. "You're thinking way too far into the future," you chuckled - helping George carry the ice creams inside the house.

Christian half-expected his daughter to show up around Toto Wolff's arms, but he was more surprised to see the man show up alone. "Nice seeing you again," Geri smiled, welcoming the Austrian with arms open wide. "I wanted to bring Y/N but she feels under the weather." Toto reasoned for his daughter, but he already knew that it was some half-baked attempt to evade this dinner.

"Rainy seasons always make her sick." Geri sympathized. Christian shook his head in disbelief. No amount of clarity would ever make his wife believe that you were anything less of an angel. "I'm sorry for being late," the man apologized, sitting on the chair parallel them.

A waitress comes towards them with a menu, but Toto ignores the sheet of paper. "I'm not really here to have dinner. I wanted to inform you of something," he started with a tone that told Christian that he wasn't going to like where the conversation was going. "What is it?" he couldn't help but ask - taking a sip of his lemon water.

"She asked me to marry her." Toto began with a sad smile. "No, no fucking way." Christian shook his head. If this was Toto's way of inviting them to the wedding then the wedding wasn't fucking happening. "And I redirected her." he added and Geri let out a sigh of relief. You were too young for marriage.

"Because I knew that you didn't approve the both of us." he breathed, looking to the far horizon. Toto was a traditional man. He dreamt of a house in Beverly Hills or Bel Air - beside some hot shot producer - inside a house that seemed like a cleaning nightmare. He wanted a small family, a white picket fence with fun neighbors.

He'd be willing to let that go - all for you.

All for your family that didn't love him in return.

"Is this your way of trying to convince us? Y/N's had her turn of older billionaires in the past - they're all the same. I'm not letting her make the same mistakes again," he responded with courage.

Toto stood up - fiddling with his Patek Philippe watch.

"I want you to think about it, Christian. I really love your daughter."

@oceandeepthirst2 @h-c-u @perihelioneclipse @fallwinterr @ohkapten @crimeshowjunkie @ironcowboycopnickel @clusidino-27 @luckyladycreator2 @upsteadsstuff @omgsuperstarg @champomiel @wavesnotfeelings @soph1644

[corroded-hellfire]

Hi!

I for sure want to read how reader and older!Eddie met!

xx

Bless you for sending this in so I have a reason to post this lol.

This is a prequel to this older!eddie fic for those who are interested! Thank you for reading 💖

Words: 3k

It’s been far too long since you’ve gone out on a girl’s night. Once you all graduated college, it became harder for schedules to align and days off to coincide. But tonight was your first reunion since you had started your first big girl job, and you were excited to be letting loose with your friends. 

“How’s Sean?” your friend Beverly asks your other friend Val.

“Oh,” Val says with a laugh. “I dumped that asshole three weeks ago.”

“Finally!” Lucy cheers. 

You miss what Val says next because your gaze snags on a man sitting at the bar. He’s older than you by a bit—maybe around forty. From where you’re sitting at your table, you see his profile clearly. He has long, curly brown hair, slightly frizzy in the stale bar air. His eyes are large and stubble lines his sharp jawline. Even from this distance you can see how pretty his mouth is and how kissable his lips look. One of his hands is wrapped around a pint of beer, and when you concentrate, you can hear him clinking his chunky metal rings against the glass. 

“Hello?”

Jumping in your seat, you’re startled as you realize your friends have been calling your name. Their laughter rings in your ears as heat rises to your cheeks.

“Sorry. What?”

Beverly looks over to the bar, seeing where your previous gaze lay, then back to you. By the smirk on her face, you know you’ve been caught.

“See something you like, huh?” Beverly asks. 

“What?” you ask, cheeks only getting hotter. 

“Mr. Neck Tattoos over there,” Beverly says, nodding her head in the direction of the man at the bar. Yeah, you’d definitely clocked the inked skin.

“Oh, he’s hot,” Val says. She reaches over and shakes your arm. “Go talk to him!”

“Shit, that’s one hot older man,” Lucy says, the way she’s eyeing him up and down irritating you for some reason. “He’s alone. Go talk to him.”

“He’s probably waiting for someone,” you say, looking down at your drink in front of you.

“Well, let’s see.” Beverly’s words have your heart lodged in your throat. But all she does is flag down your waitress, Phoebe. “Would you happen to know the guy at the bar’s situation? The curly haired one?”

“Him?” Phoebe asks, resting a hand on her hip. She sighs and shakes her head. “Think the poor guy got stood up. He’s been here a while.”

Your three friends all “aww,” turning to you with wide or pleading eyes. 

“Oh, now you have to,” Val says. 

“Cheer him up,” Lucy says. 

“A hot girl like you? Come on, make his day,” Val adds. 

You know they’re not going to let it go. It’ll probably be even worse if you keep saying no. One of them will probably go over there and say something about you and you’d rather have that embarrassment fall on yourself. 

“Ugh, fine, fine!” you concede. “Phoebe, can you get him another of whatever he’s drinking? On me?”

Phoebe nods and heads over to the bar as your friends cheer in excitement. As you stand up from your chair, you flip the group of girls the bird. Knots tighten in your stomach as you smooth down your skirt. Beverly wolf whistles at you and you roll your eyes. Mentally cursing out your friends, you take a deep breath and head in the direction of the bar. 

You see Phoebe slide another drink towards the man, who furrows his brow and says something to her that you’re unable to hear. She shakes her head, and her eyes catch you over his shoulder. With a smirk, she nods her head at you, which has the man turning on his barstool to look. When his eyes meet yours, you feel the knot in your stomach burst into a thousand butterflies. One side of his mouth quirks up in a sexy smirk and you almost trip over your own feet. 

“And here I was thinking this was shaping up to be a shitty night,” he says as you step closer. He pulls out the barstool next to him and you slide on it. “But here comes this beautiful woman buying me a drink.”

As nervous as you feel, you give him the best smile you can as you turn to face him in your seat. Wishing a smooth or flirty line would just come to you like they seem to come to Beverly, you find yourself falling flat. 

“Well,” you say with a shrug. “No one should have to drink alone.” 

“Then don’t make me,” he says, eyeing the lack of drink sitting in front of you. “What’ll you have?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you assure him.

“It’s only fair,” he says, holding up the new pint of beer that Phoebe brought him.

“Vodka cranberry,” you relent. He places your order with the bartender then turns back towards you.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, the smile on his face knocking the air from your lungs. You barely manage to introduce yourself in kind, too flustered after having that bright grin flashed in your direction. “Well, what brings you out tonight?”

“My friends,” you say, knowing that their three sets of eyes are probably boring into your back right now. “Haven’t gotten to spend much time together since college.”

“College, huh?” Eddie asks, taking a sip of his beer. “How long you been out?”

“Trying to ask my age without asking me my age?” The smirk on your face has Eddie dropping his head forward with a small laugh.

“You got me,” he says. 

“I’m twenty-three,” you tell him. “Graduated about six months ago.” 

“And what’s a pretty young thing like you doing, coming over to talk to an old man like me?” He tilts his head to the side, and it gives you a better angle to view the tattoo on the right side of his neck. It’s an old style plague mask, with a long beak and dark eyes. Unsettling anywhere else, but on Eddie? He manages to make it look sexy. 

“You’re hardly old, first of all,” you say. “Second of all…the truth? I was nervous but my friends kept hounding me.”

“So, what, like a dare?” 

“No!” The word comes out almost as a shout, and you shake your head. “No, no, that’s not what I meant.” You take a deep breath as the heat in your cheeks hits an all-time high. “They saw that I kept looking over at you, so they said I should come talk to you.”

“Why were you looking at me?” The shit eating grin on his face should be annoying, but it’s endearing. 

“Because I think you’re ridiculously attractive,” you admit. You’re very thankful that your drink arrives at that moment because you can pick it up and pretend to be preoccupied with that instead of meeting Eddie’s eyes. 

“Let me assure you, the feeling is mutual.”

Eyes finding his, your heart feels like it’s one beat away from launching itself out of your chest. His dark brown eyes are looking into yours, a hint of amusement and a touch of desire there, and you swear, time stops. 

“So, what’re you doing all alone at the bar?” you ask. When Eddie’s eyes go down towards his drink, you take the opportunity to peek at his hand, searching for a wedding ring. But the way his hand is laid in his lap, you’re unable to see. Leaning back proves a bad idea, as you tilt your barstool too far backwards. Luckily, Eddie’s quick and manages to catch you before the stool can take you down. His left arm is around your waist and his right hand is clutching your arm. Before, you’d thought your face couldn’t get any warmer, but this incident was proving otherwise.

“That one sip go to your head already, sweetheart?” Eddie asks with a chuckle. 

“No, no I’m fine,” you say as you resituate yourself on the chair. “Thank you. Might’ve cracked my head open if it wasn’t for you.” Eddie removes his hands from you – making you instantly miss them – and you make sure to pay special attention to the left one. You feel a surge of adrenaline when you see there’s no wedding band. 

“Couldn’t let that beautiful hair get all bloody now, could we?” There’s a playful smile on Eddie’s lips that ignites a fire low in your belly, one only he’d be able to extinguish. “But, uh, what did you ask me? Oh, why I’m here alone? Well, I was originally supposed to be having a date, but seeing as she should’ve been here over two hours ago, I think it’s safe to say I got stood up.”

“That’s awful,” you say with a frown. Who could possibly be stupid enough to stand this man up? If you knew that Eddie was waiting somewhere for you, you’d make sure you were there with plenty of time to spare.

“I don’t know,” Eddie says with a shrug. “If she had shown up, I wouldn’t be sitting here with you. And I’d wager to say this is far better of an evening.”

The shy smile on your lips is involuntary as you duck your head down, taking another sip of your drink. There really was no need for the alcohol though – Eddie was already making you feel light and floaty.

“And how would you know that?” You turn back to face him, resting your elbow on the bar and holding your chin in the palm of your hand. 

“Well,” Eddie says, leaning back a little to stretch out his back. “It was a blind date set up by my buddy, and he knows me pretty well. So, the woman was probably exactly my type, but it doesn’t matter. Because there’s no way in hell she could’ve been as beautiful or sweet as you.”

“You don’t know that I’m sweet,” you say, body tingling all over from his other compliment.

“You came over here to buy an old man a drink. If that’s not sweet, what is it?”

“You’re not old,” you reiterate, poking him in the chest, just inside of his leather jacket. “And, I don’t know, maybe I had an ulterior motive.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows at your smirk. “What might that be?”

You’re silent for a moment but can’t come up with anything clever to respond with. “I don’t have one,” you admit with a giggle. At your laugh, his smile grows and it only stokes the embers of the fire within you.

“You know,” Eddie says, leaning closer to you. “Your friends haven’t stopped staring this way since you came over.”

Taking a deep breath, you let your eyes fall closed. “Of course they haven’t. Are they being weird?”

“No,” he says with a chuckle. “But they do look like they’re paying their bill. And the curly haired one is coming over here.”

A moment later you feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to face Val. 

“We’re heading out,” she says, eyes glancing over at Eddie. “You okay, or..?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stay,” you tell her. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

“Make sure you do,” she says, giving you a stern look. It obviously serves as a warning to Eddie as well because it’s true that Val wouldn’t hesitate to call the cops if it got too late and she hadn’t heard from you. Taking her hand, you give it a quick squeeze before she follows your other friends out the door. 

“Seems like you’ve got some good friends,” Eddie says.

“I do. Sounds like you do as well, since one of them set you up tonight.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, wrinkling up his nose. “I don’t think I’m going to let him do that again.”

“Lost faith in him?” you ask with a laugh. 

“That, plus I met someone I think I wanna ask on a date.” He leans in towards you again, and you follow his lead. 

“Oh yeah? Sounds like a lucky lady,” you say, voice dropping. 

“You think?” Eddie asks, sliding his hand down the bar until his fingers brush against yours. 

“Most definitely.” You inch your fingers forward until they intertwine with his. A smile lights up Eddie’s face and it suddenly feels like your veins are filled with carbonation. 

The next few hours are spent with you two sitting at the bar, heads close together as you talk and laugh, hands rarely letting go of one another until last call. Begrudgingly, the two of you vacate your bar stools as the employees start to get the place ready to close.

“Can I give you a ride home?” Eddie asks as he holds open the door for you.

“Mm, you can save the gas. I live in the apartment complex two blocks that way,” you say hooking your thumb to the left. 

“In that case, can I walk you home?” he amends. 

“I’d like that.”

Eddie’s hand finds yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Lacing your fingers together, you tug Eddie in the direction of your home. The evening air has you shivering, and Eddie comes to a stop, forcing you to as well when his hand holds you back. Furrowing your eyebrows at him, you watch as he shrugs out of his leather jacket and slides it over your shoulders.

“What a gentleman,” you say with a smile. “Thank you. Oh! I like your shirt.”

Eddie looks down at his Black Sabbath shirt and grins as he takes your hand in his again.

“Yeah? Thanks. This is from the best days. Before Ronnie James Dio.”

“Who?” you ask. 

Eddie is simultaneously amused by the adorable wrinkling up of your nose and pained that he’s shown his age yet again.

“Jesus, I am old. You weren’t even alive during Watergate, were you? Oh, please tell me you know—.”

“I know what Watergate was!” 

“Just checking,” Eddie says with a laugh. 

“So, how old are you?” you ask, giving him a smirk. “You make it sound like you’re a hundred.”

“Forty-one, thank you very much,” Eddie says, tugging you closer to his body. You laugh as he drops your hand and wraps his arm around your shoulders, shaking you gently. 

“That’s not old!” you say, nudging him in the ribs with your elbow. 

“Yeah, young enough to keep up with you.” Eddie presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you look up at him to see him smirking. 

“So, if I were to break away right now and run the last block to my apartment?”

Eddie chuckles. “Sweetheart, you’re wearing heels and I’m wearing boots. I could give you a head start and still win. Even if you weren’t wearing heels, actually.” 

“Hmm,” you hum, leaning your body against his. “Sexy and confident.”

“Aw, you think I’m sexy?” 

You can hear the smirk growing in Eddie’s voice before you glance up and see it on his face. 

“Very,” you affirm, cheeks heating as you come to a stop in front of your apartment complex. Eddie stops alongside you, taking your hands in each of his own. 

“I think you’re pretty damn sexy, too,” he says. 

Your eyes dip down to the sidewalk between you before coming back up and searching his face. 

“Can I see you again?” Eddie asks.

“I’d like that.”

The relief on Eddie’s face grips your heart like a vice. Did he really think you’d say no? This was one of the best nights of your life. You open your purse and dig out a pen. Eddie looks at his arms and manages to find a spot free of any previous ink where you can write your phone number. You chuckle as you hold his arm steady and write down the digits. 

“Are you free this weekend?” Eddie asks as you put the cap back on your pen.

“I am,” you affirm.

“Would you like to go out to dinner with me?” 

“I would.” You slip your arms out of Eddie’s jacket and hand it back to him. He takes it in one arm, tugging your body closer to his with the other. Your hands rest on Eddie’s chest and slide up to wrap around his neck. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Me too,” Eddie says. He leans in and your breath has just enough time to catch in your throat before his lips press against yours. Your arms tighten around his neck, pulling your bodies closer together as you melt into the kiss. Just as you’re about to part your lips, Eddie’s pulling away, leaving you breathless. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Eddie asks, thumb coming up to rub against your lower lip. You hadn’t even realized you were frowning until you have to school your features into neutrality.

“You stopped kissing me,” you say, pout evident in your tone. 

Eddie chuckles and your pout only grows. “Trying to restrain myself, baby. You’re making me feel like a teenager again.”

“Yeah?” The poutiness in your tone is replaced by pride as a smirk grows on your lips. 

“Uh huh,” he says, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Gotta leave something for the first date too, right?”

“Such a gentleman,” you tease, and he leans in to nip at your earlobe, causing you to giggle.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” Eddie whispers in your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine, making Eddie grin as he pulls back to look at you.

“You better,” you say, trying to sound more composed than you are. 

“Don’t worry.” Eddie shrugs his jacket on before cupping your face in his hands. “I’m definitely looking forward to it more than you are.”

“I highly doubt that,” you tell him. He chuckles and presses one more kiss to your lips.

“Talk to you soon, gorgeous.” Eddie forces his unwilling feet to take a few steps away from you, back in the direction of his car.

“Can’t wait.”

You blow him a kiss, which he pretends to catch with his over dramatic flair—as if he almost drops the kiss on the sidewalk. It’s cheesy and you love it. Giving him a small wave, you take one last look before heading towards your apartment. 

Eddie grins to himself, shoving his hands in the pockets of his black jeans as he walks down the street. He shakes his head.

“Still got it, Munson.”

[teary-eyed-tiaras]

Eddsworld Stephen King's IT AU

FULL CAST LIST:

Bing as Pennywise

Tom as Bill Denbrough

Jon as Georgie Denbrough

Humanized Bowling ball and Pineapple as Bill and Georgie's Parents

Humanized Tree From Tom's Tales of Crazy as Bill's Future Wife, Audra

Tord as Richie Tozier

My Oc's as Richie's Parents

Edd as Ben Hanscom

Ell as Ben's Mother

Laurel as Beverly Marsh

The Creepy Park Guy From Beaster Bunny as Beverly's Father

Beach Bully #1 as Beverly's Future Husband, Tom

Matt as Eddie Kaspbrak

Matt's Mother From Fundead as Eddie's Mother

The Girl From Date Night as Eddie's Future Wife, Myra

Eduardo as Mike Hanlon

My Oc's as Mike's family

Doguardo as Mike's Dog

Mark as Stanley Uris

WTfuture Waitress as Stan's future wife, Patty

Blonzie as Stan's Father

General McCoy as Henry Bowers

Sargeant Hillary as Henry's Father

Hellucard as Henry's Cousin, Connor

Patryk as Patrick Hockstetter

Paul as Belch Huggins

Larry as Vic Criss

Anna as Greta Keene

Bird's And The Bees Scientist as Mr. Keene

Zanta as The Headless Boy

Eduardo's Grandma as The Old Lady

Crazy Homeless Guy From The End as The Leper

Kim as Don Haggerty

Katya as Adrian Mellon

Yuu as Eddie Cochran

Dani as Betti Ripson

The Rest Of The Beach Bullies as The Homophobic Attackers

And everyone else is just an oc

[brynnterpretations]

If they had all survived that summer, what would their lives look like 27 years later?

THE BOWERS GANG IN 27 YEARS ☻

Belch Huggins

Twenty-seven years for Belch leads to a comfortable job at Derry Auto. His mother wanted him to go to college, but ultimately, it wasn't affordable — his father had ended up gambling half of the Huggins' savings — so he attended a trade school in Bangor and began working as a mechanic. He lives in his childhood home, taking care of his mother, who unfortunately began succumbing to dementia in 2015. While not yet married due to, quite frankly, not having the time, Belch is enamored with a kind waitress with a sarcastic streak down the road, and is hoping to have a ring for her one day. Overall, it's bittersweet, but he has a lot of hope for the future. He keeps in touch with Henry and Victor, but hasn't spoken to the off-the-grid Patrick since 2001 after he'd crashed at Belch's house when he was running from an ex-fling (probably that Sherry chick from twelfth grade, but he didn't ask any questions, nor did Patrick ever say thank you).

Henry Bowers

If we nix the murder charges and subsequent institutionalization, twenty-seven years for Henry leads to a life on the margins of Derry. Upon his eighteenth birthday, Henry was kicked to the curb by his father, leading to him crashing at Belch's, which was a surprisingly decent dynamic. Still, he struggled with no longer being the top dog of Derry High School, and instead. Like Belch, Henry attended trade school, and became a truck-driver for Sysco. The long hours and lack of sleep led him to become a fervent drinker, and whenever he returned to Derry for the few days he had before his next venture, he'd drink like a fish and end up in jail for the night, covered in his own vomit — by age twenty-five, Henry had eight counts of aggravated assault and ten counts of public intoxication to his name. In 2016, Henry is coping with the complicated feelings of his father's accidental death while drinking on the job by drinking on his job, living in the same apartment complex that Beverly Marsh lived in back in '89. He keeps in contact with Belch and Victor; the last time he'd heard from Patrick was in '92, when Patrick had been on a drug escapade somewhere next to a payphone.

Patrick Hockstetter

Twenty-seven years for Patrick leads to a well-endowed rap sheet. Bored of Derry, nineteen-year-old Patrick stole three-hundred dollars from the Hockstetters' safe and hitched it to Augusta in the car his parents bought for him the year prior. This, of course, led to him becoming a public menace, as would any sociopathic teenager with a fake ID, and he ended up having a criminal record so severe that he was left no choice but to couch-surf around Maine, considering no apartments wanted him as a liability. In the years coming, he never really stayed in one place, bouncing between Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont. In 2016, he's started his own commune in rural Rhode Island (long story), which is very quickly falling apart due to his waning interest in anyone or anything. He doesn't keep in touch with any of the Bowers Gang besides a time in 2001 where he ended up crashing in Belch's to hide from an arson investigation in Van Buren. Belch, the poor son of a bitch, still thinks it was because he was running from a "crazy motherfucking ex". He took a bit of offense to that — he doesn't touch the crazy, he is the crazy.

Victor Criss

In twenty-seven years, Victor has a wife, a cat, and a more-than-cozy job as editor-in-chief for The Portland Press Herald. The only of the Bowers Gang to get into college, Victor spent five years at the University of Southern Maine for a degree in journalism — admittedly, he might've spent too much time hitting the penjamin — and met his future wife there, who he ended up marrying four years later. Though Victor is mostly content with his life, he still is haunted by the things he did in his youth, which has led him to a borderline abuse of sleeping medications to combat the insomnia-inducing memories of what he did as a member of the Bowers Gang. He keeps in contact with Belch and Henry — mostly out of loyalty — having not known what the fuck Patrick has been doing since '92 (outside of running from an ex-lover in 2001?).

[thedaintyartress]

Here is Georgia and her best friend Beverly at the beach. This story takes place during the 1960’s when Georgia a 20 year old car hop waitress moves in with her best friend Beverly a 21 year old mafia princess who couldn’t be more oblivious of her father’s work.

[vintagedreamsofsennett]

A Submarine Pirate (1915) / Willful Ambrose (1915) / Bombs! (1916) / The Feathered Nest (1916) / Her Torpedoed Love (1917) / Hearts and Flowers (1919) / Down on the Farm (1920)

From her Keystone debut in 1915 to her last First National comedy in 1922, Fazenda was one of Sennett's top comedy stars—appearing in nearly 60 Sennett shorts and features during that time.

Fazenda became familiar audiences as the hayseed girl who was forever falling prey to the shifty city slicker or evil mortgage holder, with her spit curl, ribbon-tied pigtails and calico dress. Just as often, she was the hard-working blue-collar girl who would leave her dreary job as a waitress or maid to collect a healthy inheritance—pursued by the usual assortment of Sennett fortune hunters. With hazel eyes and light brown hair, Fazenda could just as easily put on a blonde wig and play attractive, vampish roles.

Born in Lafayette, Indiana, the daughter of a Mexican-born grocer and American-born mother, Fazenda's family moved to LA by 1900—where she attended Los Angeles High School and St. Mary's Convent. She debuted in dramatic stock with Miss Del Valle in LA and later appeared with Virginia Brissac. Louise got her start in films at Universal in 1912 under the direction of Wilfred Lucas, but by 1913 was appearing alongside Max Asher, Harry McCoy, Bobby Vernon, Gale Henry, Lee Morris, Billy Franey, Heinie Conklin and the other featured players in Universal's Joker Comedies.

When her Sennett contract ended in Sep 1920, Fazenda joined Special Pictures Corp. briefly in late 1920; then she appeared in a trio of California Producers Corp.'s Punch Comedies (1921) co-starring Chester Conklin and John Henry Jr. That came before a brief return to Sennett for a couple of appearances during 1921-22. Fazenda starred in some of Jack White's Mermaid Comedies (1923-24) before settling into roles in features. With the coming of sound, Louise returned to shorts for Christie (1929) and Darmour (1930). She continued with feature support in films. Fazenda found a second home at Warner Brothers, becoming a familiar character face in musicals.

On March 7, 1919, Fazenda married Sennett director Noel M. Smith, to whom she'd been engaged since 1917; they separated on August 14, 1923, and divorced on August 1, 1926. On November 24, 1927 she married Warner Bros. publicity director Hal B. Wallis, soon to became Warners' studio manager and then a long-time film producer. Fazenda retired from the screen in 1939, and remained married to Wallis until her death at 66 in Beverly Hills of a cerebral hemorrhage, leaving Wallis and son Brent. She is interred at Inglewood Park Cemetery, Inglewood, California.

-Walker, B.E., 2010, Mack Sennett's Fun Factory, McFarland&Company, Inc., Publishers, pp. 502~504

[boymeetsworldconfessions]

ABOUT:

Angel is the Noir world alternate personality of Angela. She is a ditsy waitress at Rory's Shangri-La Café, constantly dropping dishes and laughing, "There I go again!"

Anson Williams is an actor best remembered for portraying Potsie Webber on Happy Days, although he's also appeared on the notable TV shows Laverne & Shirley, The Love Boat, and Baywatch. Also, he's directed many TV shows including 7th Heaven, Beverly Hills, 90210, various versions of Star Trek, and Clueless among others.

[eddysocs]

Introducing: Ruby Carlton

Fandom: The Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills

Face Claim: Hayden Panettiere

Full Name: Ruby Kate Carlton

Age: 24

Myers Briggs Type: ISFP

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Love Interest: Lisa Vanderpump

Occupation: Waitress, Aspiring Fashion Designer

Collections: Drawing Pencils

Style/Clothing: Most days when she’s not out and about, Ruby can be spotted in some sort of brightly colored track suit. She cleans up nice though, and has an eye for what works for her.

Signature Quote: "I know what people think of me, but they’ve got it all wrong."

Plot Summary: After Cedric moves out, Lisa starts feeling like her house is a little empty. Of course there’s Ken and her dogs, but Cedric gave the place a youthful energy, one that Lisa found herself missing, despite them having parted on such bad terms. And it’s not that she was ready to go looking for someone to fill the void that he’d left behind, but when Ruby Carlton applied to work at Villa Blanca it’s like fate had offered her up to Lisa on a silver platter. Though she didn’t want to make another impulsive mistake, it wasn’t long before Lisa welcomed her into her life, both helping her to pursue her dreams as well as meddling in her personal affairs. But Ruby didn’t mind Lisa's intrusions. Lisa could probably do anything to her and she’d take it with a smile.

[mangowavves]

a mistake (spotify wrapped 2023 on steroids)

here's the top 100 from both of my accounts. and i mean both. i used two different accounts this year. meaning it's a top 187 :3

links will be supplied at the bottom in case you'd rather look at them that way

version one

1. ramen waitress - high sunn 2. hunter's moon - ghost 3. how to never stop being sad - dandelion hands 4. rats - ghost 5. ghuleh / zombie queen - ghost 6. the bug collector - haley heynderickx 7. nova scotia 500 - boyscott 8. ode to joy 2 - remo drive 9. per aspera ad inferi - ghost 10. where the sun sets - mars water 11. what a pleasure - beach fossils 12. seventeen (age) - mike krol 13. year zero - ghost 14. glass jaw - chokecherry 15. american spirits - inner wave 16. fifteen minutes - mike krol 17. kiss the go-goat - ghost 18. ever new - beverly glenn-copeland 19. visions - loving 20. dræm girl - no vacation 21. jigolo har megiddo - ghost 22. song for a guilty sadist - crywank 23. her sinking sun - coma cinema 24. lotus eater - foster the people 25. mummy dust - ghost 26. hospital beach - cottonwood firing squad 27. evergreen - richy mitch & the coal miners 28. what once was - her's 29. con clavi con dio - ghost 30. grade school love - mike krol 31. my blueberry life - current joys 32. clay pigeons - michael cera 33. call me little sunshine - ghost 34. the end - sisyphus 35. gnaw - alex g 36. i exist i exist i exist - flatsound 37. dance macabre - ghost 38. orgasm of death - the growlers 39. using - sorority noise 40. disco - surf curse 41. cirice - ghost 42. swing lynn - harmless 43. stress relief - late night drive home 44. boys - indigo de souza 45. jesus he knows me - ghost 46. red minivan - mike krol 47. blond hair, black lungs - sorority noise 48. smokey eyes - lincoln 49. twenties - ghost 50. ash in the sun - vundabar 51. kids - the frights 52. francis forever - mitski 53. square hammer - ghost 54. alien blues - vundabar 55. ***hidden track*** - prince daddy & the hyena 56. nostalgic feel - bedroom 57. faith - ghost 58. misty morning - travis bretzer 59. killing floor - subvision 60. fine, great - modern baseball 61. i'm a marionette - ghost 62. losing touch (nyc) - thanks for coming 63. make out song - the rosebuds 64. forever dumb - surf curse 65. monstrance clock - ghost 66. two weeks - grizzly bear 67. the gaping mouth - lowertown 68. art school wannabe - sorority noise 69. kaisarion - ghost 70. need 2 - pinegrove 71. you are going to hate this - the frights 72. velvet ring - big thief 73. ritual - ghost 74. rip van winkle - shannon & the clams 75. like a star - mike krol 76. i dreamt i saw you in a dream - sunbeam sound machine 77. watcher in the sky - ghost 78. maud gone - car seat headrest 79. natural disaster - mike krol 80. where'd all the time go? - dr. dog 81. griftwood - ghost 82. morning sun - dave bixby 83. glue - p.h.f. 84 idk - fake tides 85. stand by him - ghost 86. all alone - acid ghost 87. everything is going to hell - teen suicide 88. best supporting actor - good morning 89. spillways - ghost 90. cold weather - glass beach 91. woke up - olivia olson 92. heart attack - mike krol 93. from the pinnacle to the pit - ghost 94. nothing lasts - bedroom 95. enjoy yourself - saint pepsi 96. s.w.a.k. - luxary elite 97. crucified - ghost 98. resonance - home 99. 恢复 - 2 8 1 4 100. a sad song about a girl i no longer know - bedroom kites

version two

1. the village - wrabel 2. get fucked - mustard service 3. unlucky - lunar vacation 4. dancing through the telephone - the axidents 5. i think it might be hell - clarence james 6. common sense - benches 7. want me - baby queen 8. a portrait of - sorority noise 9. like or like like - miniature tigers 10. keep two-stepping - pretoria 11. smokey eyes - lincoln (48) 12. hanging from the ceiling - the velveteins 13. eventualities - daddy's beemer 14. card declined for pizza & wine - stevie dinner 15. fear of heights - daddy's beemer 16. why do you lie - the grinns 17. stay - buddah trixie 18. jesus he knows me - ghost (45) 19. demons - m.a.g.s. 20. shrek~chic - winona forever 21. why am i like this? - orla gartland 22. dogs - nouns 23. drought - carpool tunnel 24. where did my pets go? - furnsss 25. sea dogs & pyrite - soft cough 26. a.c.l. - the symposium 27. jaded - near tears 28. cowboy hat - sea ghost 29. typical - goodbye honolulu 30. nova scotia 500 - boyscott (7) 31. red minivan - mike krol (46) 32. like i care - noah nolastname 33. girls - girls in red 34. corpse - franky flowers 35. grade school love - mike krol (30) 36. dance with me - beabadoobee 37. dover beach - baby queen 38. lovesick - peace 39. like a star - mike krol (75) 40. sappho - frankie cosmos 41. colours of you - baby queen 42. too close - sir chloe 43. easy eyes - archer oh 44. strawberry milk - deep sea peach tree 45. art school wannabe - sorority noise (68) 46. pine point - pup 47. 27 club - strange case 48. blackout control - spendtime palace 49. kids - the frights (51) 50. where the sun sets - mars water (10) 51. the spins - mac miller 52. shred cruz - mom jeans 53. evergreen - richy mitch & the coal miners (27) 54. my only friend - lll spector 55. kim - joy again 56. don't delete the kisses - wolf alice 57. grass eater - the mellowells 58. call me - elevator fight club 59. if you want to - beabadoobee 60. lucid - rina sawayama 61. don't leave me (chapter 1: despair) - hmltd 62. buzzkill - baby queen 63. any other way - tomberlin 64. because i love you - montaigne 65. fever dream - mxmtoon 66. alaska - maggie rogers, toby green 67. i want to be with you - chloe moriondo 68. paper mache world - matilda mann 69. close to you - dayglow 70. telephone - waterparks 71. 14 days - floral tattoo 72. april - beach bunny 73. let's go - stuck in the sound 74. d'you have a car - swrms 75. soapbox sunday - courier club 76. dance macabre (37) 77. ode to joy 2 - remo drive (8) 78. star catcher - vansire 79. cut your bangs - radiator hospital 80. our window - noah and the whale 81. yer killin' me - remo drive 82. my own person - ezra williams 83. angel - lava la rue 84 clearest blue - chvrches 85. flirting with her - sir babygirl 86. heart - flor 87. what's it gonna be - shura 88. tired - beabadoobee 89. urbanangel1999 - thomas headen 90. knock me off my feet - soak 91. you are going to hate this - the frights (71) 92. nothing else i can do - ella jane 93. moment in the sun - sunflower bean 94. bang bang bang - lauren hibberd 95. imposter syndrome - sidney gish 96. natalie portman 2002 - jason is 97. nobody loves you - similar kind 98. i want to kiss you - the spook school 99. turtleneck sweater - marinelli 100. satan's hands - sexy girls

links for the impatient :3

[solonglndon]

#𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧    /      selective   ,   low   activity   multimuse   featuring   a   mix   of   canon   +   original   characters.   muses   are   always   changing   so   ,   tentative   list   can   be   found   under   the   cut.   𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬: 015. 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐮𝐞𝐝: 01.

BLAKELY    GILMORE    resembles    JESSICA    ALEXANDER.    loud    ,    obnoxious    model    who    thinks    the    world    is    her    oyster.    pansexual.    mid    twenties.    

WYATT    KOEHLER    resembles    TOM    HOLLAND.    quiet    observer    who’s    way    into    gaming    and    coding    online.    pansexual.    mid    twenties.    

LUCIE    ADLER    resembles    ELLA    PURNELL.    shitty    ,    clumsy    waitress    living    off    of    daddy’s    money.    pansexual.    mid    twenties.

CALEB    HARTLEY    resembles    LEO    WOODALL.    toxic,    intern    at    an    electronic    start-up    company.    pansexual.    late    twenties.

JULES    LOUDEN    resembles    RENEE    RAPP.   messy    party    girl    turned    into    a    semi-chaotic    fashion    assistant.    pansexual.    mid    twenties.    

MCKENNA    CAMERON    resembles    CAILEE    SPAENY.   sweet    angel    who    wears    rose-colored    glasses.    does    the    odd    jobs.    pansexual.    early    twenties.    

ERIN    WATKINS    resembles    ASHTON    WOOD.    instagram    influencer    ,    surviving    off    of    her    rich    parents.    pansexual.    early    twenties.    

CURTIS    BROOKS    resembles    DREW    STARKEY.    biggest    ego    around    yet    ,    even    bigger    of    a    people    pleaser.    pansexual.    mid    twenties.

BEVERLY    MARSH    resembles    ABIGAIL    COWEN.    traumatized    girl    trying    her    best.    1/5    of    the    losers    club.    pansexual.    mid    twenties.

[tilbageidanmark]

Movies I watched this Week #136 (Year 3/Week 32):

The outside man, my second thriller by Frenchman Jacques Deray (after the so much better ‘La Piscine’). So much wasted potential in this early 1970's mobster out of water tale, which was co-written by Jean Claude Carrière. Jean-Louis Trintignant is a hit-man sent to Beverly Hills to assassinate a big gangster, but Roy Scheider is another killer on his tail, so they chase each other all over, with Ann-Margaret, Angie Dickinson, 'Moe Green' and 'Russ Yelburton' mixing it up.

It serves up a very touristy picture of 1972 Los Angeles (which is nice), and it also has some plot twists which clearly inspired later films. Most notably, some very distinct scenes from 'Three days of the condor' (The kidnapping of a random female with her car, the tense sharing of an elevator between the chaser and his pray, too tired to fall asleep...). Also the mob funeral procession from 'Godfather'. So this forgotten film was hugely influential at the time. 3/10.

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2 with Denholm Elliott:

🍿 In 2014, Steven Soderbergh re-edited 'Raiders of the lost ark' in order to show how brilliant Spielberg's 'Staging' was; how the shots are built and laid out, what the rules of movement are, what the cutting patterns are. The result was Raiders, a black-and-white version of the original, stripped of its colors, music and dialogue, and with a new, electronic score by Trent Reznor.

Found it on a video essay by CinemaStix, When the director is really good at their job.

Also there: When the director prioritizes character over plot, about Soderbergh's Ocean 11.

🍿 I should have watched William Friedkin’s ‘sorcerer’ (Photo Above) for the first time, but instead I picked his subpar 1968 The night they raided Minsky’s, a lame shtick about an Amish girl who discovers burlesque in 1925 New York. Even dancing-singing Jason Robards can’t saves it. 1/10.

RIP, William Friedkin!

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Long story short, my second drama by talented May el-Toukhy, a Danish-Egyptian female director (made before her complex erotic thriller 'Queen of heart'). A group of friends in their 30's and 40's going through love, heartbreaks and life changes, told in 8-parts which are broken into celebrations: birthdays, weddings, christening and mid-summer parties.

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6 Spanish-speaking movies:

🍿 Marshland ("La isla Minima") swept the 2014 Spanish Goya awards, and won in 10 categories. It's a slow-burn procedural Noir about two policemen from Madrid who are send to the backward South to investigate the disappearance of two girls. Before 'True detective', it created a different, atmospheric world. 8/10.

🍿 Death of a cyclist, a classic Spanish Noir from 1955 by J.A. Bardem (Javier's uncle), rich and dramatic. A high society married woman cheating on her husband kills a random man on a deserted road while driving with her lover. A different Hitchcokian murder mystery, made more interesting by Bardem's leftist politics vis-a-vis the Franco censorship of his time. 7/10.

🍿 The Chambermaid, another exploration of South American domestic workers, the silent and invisible service multitudes, that movies don't usually pay attention to. A shy and introverted cleaning lady at an upscale Mexico City hotel has a hard time trying to find a voice, however small.

This was a debut feature by a young filmmaker Lila Avilés. I can't wait for her new, acclaimed Tótem. The trailer. 7/10.

🍿 Wild tales is the most-seen Argentine film of all time, and deservedly so. A hilarious, unexpected anthology, comprising of 6 unrelated stories of 'People under stress': 2 passengers on a plane discover that they both know a person named Gabriel Pasternak, a waitress at a night restaurant serves a loan shark who had destroyed her life, a wild road rage incident that escalates, the car of a demolition expert is being towed away, a rich teenager had a hit and run, and the funnest, a fancy Jewish wedding which goes off the rails.

Absurdist black humor, the most entertaining movie of the week! 9/10.

🍿 The Criminal Life of Archibaldo de la Cruz, my 14th film by Buñuel, 'The Scourge of the Bourgeoisie'. On its surface, it's a normal 1950's Mexican drama about a serial killer, but it's not: it's kinky, off kilter, unpredictable, and always with an extra artificial leg or two that falls off.

🍿 Kiki was made by Paco León ("The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent"). It's another funny anthology film, a remake of an Australian film 'The little death' which I'll watch next week. It's an hilarious kinky comedy with 5 or 6 separate sets of characters exploring their deep desires and (less common) fetishes: One woman is turned on by tears, another by the touch of silk, one by being physically attacked, one sells her used underwear, three are getting into a polyamory. It's explicit, light and funny. Not for prudes. 8/10.

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My first 2 by Georges Franju:

🍿 Franju was the co-funder of the Cinémathèque Française in 1936 (together with Henri Langlois). His scary Eyes without a face was the first French horror movie. A monstrous, mad surgeon who tortures dogs and cut off women's faces, in order to find a suitable graft for his disfigured daughter. Morbid poetry.

🍿 Blood of the beasts (Le Sang des Bêtes) was Franju's first film, a stark, non-sentimental documentary about a slaughterhouse. Contrasting scenes from the Parisian suburbs with the most horrifying matter-of-fact killings of horses, cows and sheep, is a study in surrealism. 8/10.

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The Runaways, a run of the mill pop music biography, the story of Joan Jett and her first all-girls rock'n'roll band. These bios are all alike, and even Kristen Stewart and Michael Shannon can't redeem it. (It's my 3rd woman-directed film this week). 3/10.

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Ali Wong X 3, again:

🍿 OK, so I'm crazy about Ali Wong's dirty humor, so sue me. Still, I will watch her Hard Knock Wife comedy special again and again. Best female comedian!

🍿 The Hero, a tender 'End of life' story, with golden-voiced Sam Elliott as an aging western star who discovers he has incurable cancer. He starts a sweet romance with the wonderful actress Laura Prepon, and has to reconnect with his estranged daughter. Great cinema, that could have been perfect if only there was just another small layer to draw from. 8/10.

Anyway, I am going to look for indie director Brett Haley's other films. Ali Wong played herself in a single stand-up comedy scene.

🍿 “… I have orgasms. He has wargasms…”

Savages is a top-tier Oliver Stone action-thriller about some hip pot growers in Laguna Beach who has to fight a brutal Mexican cartel operators. Loud and exciting, similar to Tarantino's 'True Romance' but faster, and with Blake Lively in a loving threesome with 2 dudes. Ali Wong appeared only in one scene as an underground hacker. 7/10.

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No hard feelings, a new sex comedy ("Do you mind if I touch your wiener... dog?"), where Jennifer Lawrence is hired to deflower a 'Superbad'-era Michael Cera-type, because she's broke. Some cliched sitcoms jokes about the 1%-ers in Montauk, NY vs. ordinary people. And for that she came out of retirement? 3/10.

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"Editing is all about the eyes". Another old 'Every frame a picture' essay, How Does an Editor Think and Feel?

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Reflections on the 70th Anniversary of the Danish Rescue of the Jews: Talk at the American-Scandinavian Foundation about why the Danish Jews were saved.

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(My complete movie list is here)

[survibers]

riley keough, bisexual, cisfemale + she/her ― hey look, it’s reagan tucker! they’re thirty four years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for five years, and they’re currently working at showtime and stitch by stitch. i heard they’re pretty reckless, but i think they’re so fun at the same time. 

addiction & alcoholism tw pregnancy & abortion tw (very brief mention) 

number eight! number eight! okay whew this is a reboot of an old chara of mine so let’s have some fun! As always this is just a base point and a mix of her old story with some newness. more about reagan below

About Reagan:

Born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. An only child to two parents who should’ve never been together in the first place but are still together to this day. 

If Avery is a well put together mess, Reagan is the most obvious mess in the world but she’s one talented bitch. 

Growing up Reagan had a reputation in high school for getting around and partying because well, she did. She and her best friend (her only friend really) were a solid unit. Always cutting out of school early, sneaking into locker rooms, sleeping with someone’s partner and getting high as much as possible. It’s hard to pinpoint where it call began but Reagan just never felt like she was wanted. Loved even. Her parents made her feel like a nuisance and even in the good moments they had, she was reminded of how much happier they would be without her. And life has just cemented that every step of the way. 

So she treats her life like it’s nothing because she feels like nothing. So might as well have fun, right? 

(pregnancy and abortion mention in this bullet point) Despite her recklessness she still managed to go to college and graduate with a degree in business, mostly focused on her love for clothes and styling other people. Sure she partied most of college but she got a lot out of it including a boyfriend with whom she experienced falling in love with for the very first time. They dated for almost a year until Reagan found out she was pregnant and they broke up when she decided not to go through with it. 

That moment shifted something in Reagan and cemented the self-loathing that had started in her childhood. Not feeling good enough was an understatement but it didn’t mean Reagan didn’t have dreams. One of them being to work in fashion one day in one way or another. But ideally to be a stylist. To the stars even, the allure of Hollywood always calling her name. So after she graduated college she made her way out west with her shitty car and all of her belongings packed in her suitcase. 

And it worked for a little while. She found a small apartment, some waitress gigs and odd jobs. She partied hard, barely slept and continued to develop the addictive habits that stick with her today. But she still worked her ass of, even if she wasn’t always on time or had a long list of excuses. When she’d get fired from one job she’d just find another, always talking her way into some club or making out with someone just to get into a gig. 

Eventually she caught a break when someone who came into one of her restaurants she was a hostess had complimented her dress and she explained that she had altered and kind of created it herself. Sure there had been an original dress but Reagan had made it her own. And thus began her whirlwind career as a private stylist for a wealthy women from Beverly hills. It was everything she could of have ever wanted and despite being in away over her head, she delivered. Until she met the woman’s very gorgeous wife and had a sordid affair with the woman and eventually got run out of California by her boss. 

With no options left, she hopped back into her same shitty car and started driving again, until she made a stop in Colorado. After a very interesting run in with some folks from the commune which included some of the best weed she had ever had, she booked a motel room in Shrike Heights and five years later still hasn’t left. 

The job at Stitch by Stitch came first. It was easy to show off her skills to get the job and it’s been the closest she’s come to having her dream. It’s a pitiful excuse buts he gets by and if forced to admit it, she would say she enjoys it. Especially when she gets a big challenge. The job at Showtime came mostly from wanting discounts on rentals and also to help cover her rent so she could eventually move out of the motel and into her own apartment that wouldn’t be totally terrible. 

In her five years in Shrike, Reagan has carried her usual reputation just with a little less publicity. She still wakes up in a different bed each night and always with a raging headache that she follows back with a little hair of the dog. With the few friends she does have she is fiercely loyal. Always late but always a good time. 

The killers scare her of course but she’s so detached from her own mortality and morality that she’s kind of just like “fuck it when they find me they find me” and kind of enjoys the twisted anxiety it all induces in the town. Sure as hell a lot more interesting than Beverly Hills. 

But of course, like anyone, she still deeply craves love. Craves the feeling of being seen and known and loved for exactly who she is instead of trying to be changed. Deep down she’s aware she can’t live like this forever. That she should get clean and start anew but it’s buried so deep it doesn’t ever actually register as a thought. 

Until then she’s just moving through life one late night at a time. 

You know me, I’m open to all the plots! And everything is adjustable <3 

[jenthehumanist]

I met David Bowie once.

I had gone with a friend to see a movie at the theater in the Beverly Hills mall. As we were leaving, we headed to the glass elevators. As we were waiting a commotion broke out over a man heading up the escalator. It looked like Bowie. He waved at folks. We thought, cool, that’s probably David Bowie.

He was no on our level and walked right past us as we waited for the elevator. And when I saw walked past us, he was right next to us. The person who walked past us looked like. 17 year old Who looked EXACTLY like Bowie. He had the 2 different colored eyes. Looked exactly like Bowie. But looked like a 17 year old. Way too young to be Bowie.

We spent the next several minutes, as we headed to the car, debating whether it was Bowie or not. Decided it could not have been as Bowie was 40 at the time.

We left the mall and headed to Mel’s Diner on Sunset. A short time later in walks Bowie, Or the teenager who looks like Bowie walked in with a large guy who looked like a bouncer and they sit at the counter right near the door. We ask his waitress to see if it’s Bowie. She serves him coffee and comes back and says, he looks exactly like him but that man is way too young. Looks like a teenager.

So now we and our waitress and wondering is he or isn’t he David Bowie. As we are leaving we decide to ask for his autograph because if it was really David we would kick ourselves if we didn’t.

The only thing I have available is one of my business cards. And a pen. So as we leave we turn to ask for an autograph. The big guy stands up to keep us away. This is the moment we realize OMG!!!! It’s really Bowie!!!!!

Bowie waves his bodyguard off and signs my card. We tell him we saw him at the Beverly Center and he said, yeah, that was crazy and he wasn’t able to get into the film he wanted to see which is why he came to Mel’s. We thanked him and walked out.

This story is another story my son would not believe except I still have the autograph as proof.

[zalrb]

Season 1 of VPR is sooo messy, you’re in for a good time.

It’s a spin-off of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills where one Housewife’s husband cheated on her with a waitress who works for another Housewife, Lisa Vamderpump. This woman took this devastating event in her so-called friend and castmate’s life and made bank off of it.

I was never into reality TV because I always knew it was scripted and to some extent VPR is as well, but my thing is that scripted things are often better than reality TV, so why waste my time? And shows like Love Island and Too Hot to Handle never appealed to me because while I’m sure all of the cast members are objectively nice people, I find them to be identical influencer jagoffs and at least the VPR cast is garbage and they KNOW it.

Oh, lmao, if I watch reality tv I'm prepared for everyone to be trash whether they know it or not otherwise what's the point of watching it. I just want the scripted mess to actually be messy. I want

Love and Hip Hop was scripted AF but Cardi was hilarious

the closest any new show has gotten to this kind of mess is Ultimatum South Africa.

[thedaintyartress]

Roxanna Rosewood is a 22 year old Nightclub waitress at The Dicey Palace. She is Blunt, Loyal, Self assured, Devious, and a little bit of a Temptress. Roxanna is another one of Beverly and Georgia’s Roommates that has a knack for trouble. She has a younger sister named Daphne that visits her from time to time.Roxanna is the leader of The HeartThrob’s a group of rebellious women who try to find a place of belonging. When she’s not working Roxanna does enjoy Partying with friends, Playing cards, Dance clubs, and going to the Movie theater. While Roxanna has her own sense of style she is open to trying out different fashions and looks. When someone gives Roxanna a hard time she will usually ignore it or she might slug them one. Despite her attitude Roxanna does her best to be a good friend and a good role model for her sister. She likes Hard liquor, Rock and roll music, and television she dislikes Gossip, Cold weather, and Tea.

[danicadenniss]

Totally Spies 2024: Samantha Nyad Simpsons

Fullname: Samantha Nyad Simpsons

Aliases/Nicknames: Sammy/Sammie, Sam, Sammie Kin, Sammie Cub

Home: Beverly Hills, California

Dates Of Birth September 17th, 2010

Age: 13-14

Sexuality: Aromatic Asexual

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: African American

Religion: Protestant

Hair Color: Burgundy Brown

Eyes Color: Brownish Black

Skin Color: Brown

Hobbies: Studying with Clover, Being Partner with Alexia, Playing softball every Tuesday and Thursday after school, Going to Astronomy Club every Monday, then Computer Science Club every Wednesday and then Biology Club every Friday after school, Working part time at Simpsons Stakes Zone and W.O.O.H.P during the missions

Favorite Color: Green, Yellow

Family Members: Samuel Adda Simpsons Jr. (father), Gabriella Zuri Simpsons (nèe Smith, mother), Michael and Misty Simpsons (youngest twin brother & sister), Samuel Bobo Simpsons Sr. (paternal grandfather), Abril Simpsons (nèe Neil, paternal grandmother), Oscar Ade Simpsons (paternal uncle), Mrs. Neil+ (maternal grandmother), Simpsons ancestors+

Friends: Alexandra China Huang-Vasquez (best friend), Luna Rosalie Ewing, Britney Kail Bloom

Rivals: Candace Margaret Sweet, Amanda Erica Luxembourg

Love Insterests: David Diego Rodriguez

Role in the team: The Smart Firecracker

Fashion Choices: Varsity Causal Clothes

Favorite Movies/TV Shows: Science Fiction and Sport

Favorite Foods: Soul Foods

Favorite Music: Jazz and Soul Music

Favorite part of being a spy: To standing up with villains and bullies experts Candy Sweet & Mandy

My version of Samantha is different from the original. She is the smart ass firecracker. For the design I turned her a slim, brown skinned, African American girl instead of Caucasian with curly burgundy brown hair with bangs kept up in two high buns with yellow hair ties, brownish black eyes, black and red lips and wearing a red cat eyed framed glasses with yellow lenses and varsity causal clothes, she is the member of Astronomy Club, Computer Science Club and Biology Club every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and a team member of Beverly Hills Softball every Tuesday and Thursday, she is studying with Clover, being partner with her best friend, Alexia and her love interest David. She wearing a green and yellow catsuit during the missions, her father is Samuel Adda Simpsons Jr who is co chair clumsy businessman, her grandfather is Samuel Bobo Simpsons Sr. who is the ceo founder of the family Stakes Zone as he his father and his wife protect their family stake zone and their children from his business rival, Big Manfred, his siblings, Jasper and Emma and his daughter Mandy and Candy Sweet who bullying her and her classmates included her best friend, her mother is Gabriella Zuri Simpsons who is a protective housewife and a part time waitress at Simpsons Stakes Zone, and her youngest twin brother and sister named Michael and Misty Simpsons whose are 3-4 years old toddlers, they are in the pre schoolers in Hawthorne Elementary School, they played and teased their father and then their mother is warned them not to pull Sammie's father's hair out, she and family took care of them. Sammie will be finished school and attended University of Los Angeles California, Berkeley to become a scientist someday.

Happy Juneteeth 2024!