#crown molding hate club

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If crown molding has no haters I am dead. Fuck crown molding. It is my enemy.

[aegor-bamfsteel]

idk if its an unpopular opinion aegor but i hate the show version of larys strong. Looks like they wanted to make a more bizarre copy of Littlefinger, even the mockingbird = firefly thing. the guy acts so suspiciously that you can't not think of a cliche villain when he appears, except that they traded petting a cat when he talks matter-of-factly about the murder of his family that he orchestrated for smelling flowers 🥴

I think that after that foot scene with Alicent (because the new socially aware GOT loves degrading women and disabled people) it’s not an unpopular opinion at all.

I’ll just say that even GOT!Littlefinger isn’t really Littlefinger. GRRM points out that he’s way too obviously evil and stupid to be ASOIAF!Littlefinger, who only got where he was because he seemed helpful and nonthreatening. Like many other characters with hidden/ambiguous motives (Quaithe, Xaro, Hizdahr, Shavepate, the Green Grace, Bloodraven, the Faceless Men, Varys) the show just doesn’t understand them, so they either flatten them into evil or good, kill them off, or just leave them out. Larys is a victim of that kind of no mystery writing (particularly egregious in the supplementary material which thrives on multiple versions of the same events) in the show because that was pretty much his big character trait in the books (aside from hating his club foot). Not even Gyldayn knows his actual goals, because despite being a Green it doesn’t seem like he was loyal to Aegon II so much as disliking Rhaenyra. We don’t know who started the fire at Harrenhal and tbh the show made him the culprit when he had the weakest motivation (but they couldn’t have their Targ faves Viserys and Daemon want to off Rhaenyra’s paramour). The best comparison for Larys in ASOIAF isn’t Littlefinger but Varys, as the spymaster with hidden motivations, underestimated, disappearing after his enemies take the capital but working to undermine them, spiriting away lots of child heirs, and supporting a mysterious boy who is crowned for a short reign; but the show made Varys a counselor invested in the realm’s good when the books made it clear that a guy who cuts out the tongues of children to be good spies is not a hero, so it makes sense they wouldn’t know what to do with another character like him (though at least we’d be spared that nauseating foot scene). I guess Littlefinger was always more popular in the show than Varys, who again was also more of an obvious sinister villain than in the books, so they twisted a hidden-motivation, non-Targ, Green character to fit that mold. Or maybe they just think the audience is dumb enough that everything has to be spelled out without any mystery or ambiguity. Either way, you’re not alone in disliking show!Larys’ characterization.

[thelivingmemegod]

Thoughts on the special dolls? (Lily, giant Amaya, the color dolls, etc.)

Starting with collectors! I’m gonna skip Amaya cuz it’s the same doll scaled up, I do wish more of the girlies got 24 inch dolls though.

Jett Dawson!

Love herrrr, I love the 2D drawn look to her first set, I love her lil top bun split hair, I like the hoodie under jacket thing, her eyes don’t look that weird to me, love her fingerless gloves. I…wonder what the black on her legs is tho-

Now her dress…I’ve said before I don’t usually love flounce around the hips. But surprisingly I don’t mind it here! I also don’t hate the attached mermaid skirt. Love the drawn-on silver and black stuff.

Lily Cheng!

I love her. Love her.

Her hairstyle is so good, I love the accessories, I love her makeup and brown eyes. I love her lil fan accessory.

I like every version of her outfit but my favorite is the three peice top, belt and skirt. I love the pattern, I love the entire belt, the empty space on the skirt that makes way for the bow of the belt. THESE S H O E S GIRL(gn) THESE SHOES. AND I MEAN BOTH PAIR THEY’RE BOTH CUTE-

I love all her bangles and her earrings and again HER HAIR ACCESSORIES-

Also the bangs have been banging with these two.

Maria Garcia!

Extremely Day of the dead and I love that for her. She’s doing it ALL and it’s working out so well for her. Firstly the gold accents, the roses lining the sides of the dress and the black lace layers are so tastefully done. It doesn’t overload the dress at all which could’ve been very easy here. I love the Skeleton bodysuit underneath and the gold hand things-I don’t know what they’re called I want a name for those-

I adore the headpiece and the choice to make it a crown and two rows of roses. I love her hair color and skull purse.

Then we gotta get into this makeup (and BROWN EYES AGAIN YES) the sugar skull is beautiful and they balanced the red, purple and white excellently, especially since she has baby hairs.

Her hat?? Queen. Even if I prefer the headpiece. Her shoes also slay even if you don’t really see them. Girl 👏 committed 👏 to 👏 the 👏 bit

Roxie Grand!

Beauty 👏 in 👏 simplicity! We went from a girl doing it all to a girl doing not too much and I love them both. ✨ Women ✨

Firstly, her mermaid silhouette dress is gorgeous. I love the concentration of gems at only the top and bottom, with them sparsely in the middle.

I love the string of gems that outline her wait.

I love how her necklace kinda makes the dress look like a halter top. Her bangles all are super nice, love her big ass earrings. Her makeup is baller and I love that her eyes match the makeup. H A I R ON FLEAK MISS THING Look at her baby hairs and the hair wrapped over the ponytail holder.

Paris Hilton!

Paris, an icon, a legend.

I’m so sorry Stella is right there and like 39$ cheaper. Her base outfit is just Stella’s with the sequin dress but with a bejeweled safety pin on it. Even the crown- just. Girl.

Her second outfit is just soooo cunty tho. The faux blazer bedazzled dress and knee high bedsides boots is sooo good. Especially called off with the sparky fingerless gloves. Love her earrings too.

Fashion closet Avery!

I love this gimmick and I love that she comes with a bunch of clothes and two wigs. I like to think she fried her real hair and had to chop it off, hence the molded on pixie cut when she isn’t wearing a wig.

I won’t do all the outfits she comes with but I will say that the yellow Anti-sparkle Sparkle club outfit is extremely Sunny and the red sparkle bustier outfit is extremely Ruby. Love that for Avery.

Hair Salon Amaya!

Cool gimmick! Her whole thing is the color changing rainbow hair so yeah, makes sense. I don’t love her outfit purely because it looks weird at this scale. If it were life size I’d be obsessed but RH dolls have very short torso’s, so especially her jacket looks weird.

Twin Pack Sunny and Luna Maddison!

Love, love, love these two.

Things from both- Baby hairs, nails, bags, very different kinds of chunky shoes, opposite outfit silhouettes.

Specifics for Sunny- HER HAIR ACCESSORIES. There’s 5 and they’re so random looking it’s so perfect. I love her leg warmers mimicking her normal socks, I love her shoes even if they are platform crocs. Her skirt shirt and jacket are adorable and create a very baggy, drowned look that’s very purposeful. All I want is a bandaid on her nose and face stickers.

Specifics for Luna- I love that her bag is an entire fucking chest. I love her shoes that almost look like somebody molded clips of staples to the bottom. I love that her shirt, bustier, and belt make a tighter, more “basic” silhouette for lack of a better term. In contrast to Sunny she’s only wearing earrings which I adore.

Another thing I noticed and adore is that Luna has twin buns while the top of Sunny’s hair is pinned down, opposites again!

Kia Heart!

Lip color is CRAZY. Girl you need a lipliner!

Otherwise she is gorgeous and I love her. I like her dolls incorporation of rainbow more then most Amaya dolls because it’s a pastel rainbow now. It’s tastefully spread through her pink hair, doted onto her checkerboard sleeves and kept going through her holographic pants. The strangest rainbow in sight is those heels which work pretty well. The hearts everywhere give a lovestruck, heart-eyes type of look which I love.

Love her hair clips, big ass earrings and her lil mole.

Her second outfit? YES. I love all the layering with the hoodie under a jean jacket and a flannel tied over pink bedazzled shorts (I love a bedazzling moment)

My only problem comes in her shoes, her shoes, her SHOES. RH. Just make booties. Just make short boots. I own tons, they’re very popular.

De’Vious twin pack!

Half and half rainbow moment, love that.

I only wish they would’ve symplified the rainbow so Holly’s colors weren’t so…much.

Cuz obvious Laurel is the Red, Orange, Yellow of the rainbow, all on a white backdrop. This leaves Holly with Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet which is just a lot of colors to balance while making them distinct. She looks good but they didn’t nail it. I think removing the green would’ve been how they nailed it. It just looks so discordant with the rest of everything the colors-

Fashion studio Skyler Bradshaw!

Despite sharing a name with her, I have a love hate relationship with Skyler’s outfit concepts. It’s often lots of denim’s and spots inspired stuff and. Yeah this belt skirt is not really the moment. It’s giving 00’s denim insanity and it’s not great. Her shoes and bodysuit are just fine, no problems there!

[burning-fcols]

Even as the son of both a "fallen" angel and one of the oldest, most powerful princes of hell, Gundham had made many, many mistakes over his long life. Which...was really saying something, seeing as he himself was a prince of hell below his father even if his line was "muddied" by his mother's blood, and even if she herself chose to live in hell over heaven by her own volition. He wasn't even supposed to be possible, and yet here he was, by all accounts prince of both heaven and hell, even if his mother had given up her crown as she grew tired of heaven's hypocrisy over the eons. That impure bloodline was why certain things he did were even seen as mistakes, them being the same every other denizen of hell committed, but he was lesser in their eyes. Tarnished, undeserving of even existing, let along holding power over those below him not that he ever truly abused it despite having the ability to. The only reason his father hadn't disowned him was because he saw the halfblood as his way to control both heaven and hell, or at least that had been the plan before the former angel "corrupted" him with her "purity" as if common decency was so vile it deserved to be looked down upon just because it ruined plans born from an unjust and undeserved thirst for power. Now his father just used Gundham to run his numerous sex clubs, the ancient prince seeing himself above such frivolous things, only keeping them up and running as a status symbol, a way to stake his claim and remind the other beings of hell that He was still there. Nevermind the fact that the only reason the clubs were so successful in the first place was because Gundham ran them as an "angel" would, offering newcomers to hell safety, a place to stay, and steady work for pay so long as they played their part. It wasn't even mandatory they do the more "sinful" work if that wasn't what they wanted. The club always needed bartenders, waiters, janitors, DJs, accountants, errand runners, there was always something for someone to do so long as they were willing to earn their keep, there was nothing Gundham hated more than a freeloader that took his generosity for granted and expected the world in return. So very often have newer sinners thought themselves better as they found their footing in this new life, only to come back once they realized that not everyone was as kind and forgiving as Gundham no matter how much he tried to mask it.

It was all a ruse, this niceness, a way to keep a steady employ without the fear of an uprising. It was manipulative, he didn't actually care about any of these former mortals, their souls were his to control and therefore they were safe from any others who may wish to do them harm. That is what he kept telling himself as he approached the sad looking spider he knew to be one of Val's...his property, there was no other word for how he treated those "employed" under him. He had seen this one, watched since the beginning, the pain, the heartbreak, the total collapse of what may have been a half decent soul at the very least to be molded into whatever Val needed him to be. No personality, no defiance, no heart, no soul, none of those were of any use to the moth pimp, as they got in the way of his puppeteering. Gundham had been thinking of ways to get the spider, Angel Dust as he called himself, away from Val by any means he could since he first manifested in hell. A "trade", some sort of bargain or "deal" as their kind was known for making, even flat out stealing him no matter how much Angel would have protested. He may not be able to see it, but it would be for his own good, something Gundham could only hope he would realize in due time. Sure, it would have spelled trouble for Gundham, but he was better, stronger than Val and they both knew it. The only way the wannabe overlord would be able to take the natural born Hellian out, even if he was "weaker" with his "tainted" blood, was by stooping lower then even the most vile of sinners, he would have to kill Gundham, there being no other way the halfblood would ever bow to him. It would mean a war beyond any of the usual turf brawls that endlessly plagued the sinner's ring, one that Val would lose even if he succeeded in killing the prince. His mother would no doubt smite every being in hell should he come to such harm, and even lucifer himself wouldn't dare irk his mother. She was here of her own free will, a former ruler of heaven just as he was, he knew the power she wielded, and that it should not be crossed unless he wished to lose all that he had.

That, and they were rather good friends and had been even before their respective "falls from grace", Gundham having essentially grown beside the heir to hell, Charlie with how often him and his mother would visit their home over the eons. As a matter of fact, his mother was currently having tea with the queen of hell herself, as was their usual weekly custom. All those plans he had mulled through over the years turned out to be rather pointless in the end, Gundham simply stumbling upon the spider in what was either the inevitable crash after a drug induced high, or the devastating aftermath of a broken spirit by one Angel deemed important to him, or perhaps even both knowing how things tended to go in hell... Gundham was running errands procuring appeasement for his latest stolen soul to ensure it's continued loyalty, the halfblood just having stepped out of a portal from earth with a few bags in hand when he spotted the sad shell of the familiar soul looking as if he had seen better days. Hesitating for just a moment, Gundham let out a deep sigh before making his way over to Angel, the halfblood completely forgetting to drop his human disguise as he carefully approached the spider. "Am I correct in the assumption that the pompous fiend that postures with fallacious importance has finally released you from his cage of faux worship, revealing its true form of a self-serving snake oil sale carelessly hidden underneath the hastily painted label of care he parades it to be?" It was more of a hope than a guess, Gundham wishing with every bit of his angelic light that a miracle would find him this day, even if he thought himself undeserving of such pure things... "I offer a boon, if it would please you. The promise of vengeance for all he has wronged, and...one of protection, as I should have offered long before his grasp turned bruisingly cruel..." He was being too open, to forthcoming with his generosity, surely it wouldn't be believed with how scarce it could be found in the festering cesspool of sinners they were all forced to reside in. He would blame that troublesome little bunny for this slip up, Kazuichi having melted quite a bit of the Overlord's ice since his manifestation in hell. That and...he felt guilty for not intervening earlier, simply watching as yet another soul was crushed, used, and tossed to the side once Val was through with them. //scuse me while i make up my own lore for one of angels Good Timelines lmao - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @hells-fvry 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 A slow drag is taken from his cigarette, Angel sucking in as long as his damned lungs will allow. Scarlet smoke swirls within, burning and blazing and BEAUTIFUL as it eases Angel's aching...once its finished clawing him to pieces first. Raking against his insides, feeling as though it leaves bloody trails in its wake ( albeit the spider's blood would blossom a bubblegum pink rather than the rich reds of his chosen chains escape ) he fights back the warning coughs, his body complaining against such a merciless dose of Valentino's potent drug.

As if Angel has ever fucking cared about taking too much of anything.

But once his nerves stop screaming, Angel wondering if he's being incinerated from the inside, the calm comes. A blurring to the pains accosting his body, a sharpness to his surroundings that ironically bring relief rather than repulsion. Sensations are better. Duller ( maybe that's why ) and harder to decipher, but what DOES manage to get through his numbed nerves is... better. He doesn't know how else to put it and can't find the will to try. Ruby billowing from his breath, wispy hearts flutter away to a freedom Angel can only observe in the trails of his master's mercy.

Fuck, he doesn't know what he'd do without decent drugs like this.

And he's terrified to find out.

Knit brows and tapping fingers against his crossed lower arms betray his nervous pondering, Angel vividly aware even in his intoxicated state that if he doesn't pull something BIG soon, he could be cut off. Valentino's cruel grip extends to more than his workers, his personal brand a close-kept secret. If Angel wants the pretty red smoke he's grown to enjoy so much, he'll need to stay in the creator's good graces. It's his own fault really... This mess he's in. He's been distracted lately. Sloppy. Fucking up more shoots than he gets right, talking back when he should keep his mouth shut, DARING to suggest that his latest string of violent customers ( most of which ended up dead at the spider's hand ) are the fault of Valentino.

It was only a matter of time until he spoke one word too many and got a split lip for it. Trembling hand raises his cigarette to bloody lips, Angel wincing as he takes another hit. Glancing at his hand, wrist is mottled with bruises from when Val grabbed him. Dappling his arm and peppering places hidden by the sparkling cocktail dress he'd thrown on in an act of petty defiance ( he might look like Hell, but he'll look like Hell in an expensive fucking dress ) before storming out of his dressing room for the night. Fully intending to be back in the studio by morning. Brushing a hand through his bangs, he blows another cloud with a softly exhaled, ❝ ... Fuck. ❞

Closing his eyes, head lolls back with a heavy exhale. He's in deep shit. If he doesn't give Valentino a reason to forget tonight then— Torn from the dismal abyss of his situation by approaching footsteps, Angel's head snaps in the direction of the stranger. Tense as if expecting to be attacked yet again, fur bristles in an unheeded warning. Not that Angel can blame the other, pathetic as he looks in his human disguise. Angel likely looks far worse, red-rimmed eyes betraying his earlier cries for mercy. Not many demons are permitted to don disguises, so it would be best to tread carefully. Unfortunately for them both, the spider's frayed nerves and fractured spirit isn't in the most self-preserving of moods. Not unless it has to do with keeping his claws BURIED in Valentino's good graces. As good as they can get anyway.

Eyes smoldering with the fire of a cornered animal, stubbornly struggling for survival in a world that isn't worth the effort, they narrow as the stranger starts spewing some flowery speech. With half-a-mind to tune out the aggravating drivel, it's only Angel's surprising ( to some ) ability to decipher the prose that keeps the spider focused. Mainly because it feels like an unintentional insult to his intelligence. Better than the usual slights of others, but still annoying. Suggesting it would take THIS long for Angel to realize Val's true intentions. That he has been blindly believing in the lies prettily spun for him, ensnared in the moth's web without even realizing it. True, he'd been naive at the start... but even that was a lie told to himself.

From the beginning, Angel knew suspected he was making a mistake but did so anyway, if only for a fleeting moment of CONTROL. Choosing to leap into flames with the promise he'd feel warm; disfigured and melted down to his bones but destroyed in a way he set into motion. He hadn't known the full extent of what that roaring fire contained. Hadn't known the personal Hell he was subjecting himself to. But it would still be better than the one he had been thrown into. He had to believe that... To HOPE for that ( for the slim chance that it wasn't a mistake but finally fate giving him a break ) however stupid it made him feel as the terrors began to unfold. A foolish delusion that was steadily shattered by the moth. Film by film, John by John, hit by hit... Night by night. Again and again and again and AGAIN.

❝ I don' need yer ❛ promise ❜ . ❞ Growled through gritted teeth, Angel flicks his still-lit cigarette in the stranger's direction, lips upturned in a snarl he hadn't the courage to show Valentino. ❝ An' I don' need yer PITY. ❞ Eyes glow with a misdirected rage, a faint but tangible desire to cry still shimmering within their pained depths, ❝ An' I DEFINITELY don' need some patronizin' asshole thinkin' he can have fun wit' me 'cause I don' look like I'd fuck him up fer tryin'! ❞ Sharply stepping forward, Angel jabs a finger into he stranger's chest, praying for things to escalate. Not caring whether he wins the fight or not. ❝ I'm not as STUPID as you think I am. I don' go around acceptin' deals from any ol' chump who sings me a sob story 'bout how they wanna help me out. ❞ Waving a hand dismissively as the latter part is spat mockingly, Angel flips his bangs with a scoff, nose scrunched in disgust.

Dark bruise around his eye and cheek on full display.

❝ So take yer ❛ boon ❜ and shove it up yer ass, 'cause I know EXACTLY who th' fuck I belong to an' who th' fuck I am. ❞ A hand presses against his chest, words growing louder... Desperate; as if convincing himself of it just as much as the other. ❝ I'm Angel Fuckin' Dust! Th' biggest fuckin' star Hell has ta offa', th' face in ev'ry fuckin' wet dream, th' bitch who started wit' NOTHIN' and earned ev'rythin'! ❞ His position. His worth. He won't let it slip through his fingers. Won't have this all be for nothing. Voice breaks, Angel cursing the tears stinging his eyes, ❝ I ain't some charity case, so take yer bullshit offa' an' find some other schmuck ta swindle. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[fikefilms]

hello  everyone  !  my  name  is  jay  (  24,  he/him,  est  )  and  as  you  all  know  this  is  ezra  fike.  below  are  some  bullet  points  about  his  life  but  his  full  biography  +  stats  can  be  found  HERE.  

after  his  own  info  you  can  also  find  part  of  the  app  where  he  related  the  love  club  to  his  awards,  have  fun!  his  bio  is  hella  long  so  i  hope  to  keep  this  short  lol

tala  &  luciano  had  an  affair  at  the  beginning  of  med  school.  they  were  21  when  ezra  was  born  and  couldn’t  even  look  their  child  in  the  eye.  they  gave  him  up  for  adoption  and  lived  their  lives  like  their  relationship  never  happened.  they’re  now  rich  and  well  known  surgeons  in  the  states,  but  he’s  never  sought  them  out  or  researched  who  they  were 

his  adoptive  parents  were  scum.  they  took  him  in  for  the  checks  the  government  gave  them 

beatrice  was  a  local  elderly  woman  in  the  neighborhood  and  she  was  the  one  that  mainly  raised  him.  she  saw  he  was  great  at  chess  and  hyped  him  up  when  it  came  to  his  academics 

he  cut  his  parents  of  after  he  turned  18  and  bea  died,  went  to  college  and  started  working  endless  jobs,  tells  everyone  his  parents  are  dead 

applied  to  northridge  because  of  isabel  and  is  happy  for  the  opportunity  and  acceptance

academically  he’s  incredibly  bright  and  has  always  been  on  the  honor  roll 

mentally  he’s  less  emotional  than  most  and  tends  to  mimic  their  own  emotions,  molding  his  personality  into  the  people  around  him,  he  probably  has  a  personality  disorder 

socially  he  looks  like  the  outsider  looking  in,  but  he’s  hungry  for  recognition.  he’ll  stop  at  almost  nothing  to  get  what  he  wants  

what  he  related  the  love  club  members  to  xoxo

isabel reminded him of his community outreach award that he received for doing so many hours of community service. while he no longer felt like he was a service project for her, he still had to admit that she was honorable and nice. she was everything he wanted to be when he was younger and that was something that was admirable. no wonder they were working together. winning with her would mean that he would have won with his good side, because he’s sure she’s the reason it’s still around. 

nicolás was his individuality award. for so long it was something that he packed into a box and hated looking at. yet after meeting the other man, he realized it was something to be proud of. there was no one that was going to tell nic who he was, not even the royal crown. that was something that he was aspiring to do now. he didn’t want to be an individual because he was an outsider, but he wanted to be praised for the fact that he didn’t have to fit a certain fold. ezra sat back and wondered if there was ever going to be a day he didn’t have to worry about who he was. 

céline was his best supporting actor award. he did two plays in high school because he needed extracurriculars that weren’t academic to make himself stand out. there’s nothing about céline that he perceived to be a supporting role, that distinction was important. still, the person that she presented to the world and the one who she was when they were alone was completely different. he was entranced by how she swiftly made the shift sometimes as well. it didn’t matter what would she was in, she was going to adapt and that was beautiful. 

kamile was first place prize for the middle school math competition. he viewed her as a scale or angle in geometry and that was why he related her to math. with her interest in tennis, he was also intrigued by how much she was able to split her time. if there was anyone else in the love club that didn’t feel human, he would have to say it was kamile. that wasn’t an insult either seeing as how he often times didn’t think about himself as a human either, at least not one from around the area. 

theodore was his certificate for the latin and philosophy honor societies. they didn’t necessarily talk with the socratic method when they were together, but there was a deeper meaning between the two of them. ezra knew that his feelings for céline would betray both nicolás and theodore. that was the reason why theo reminded him of philosophy. whenever he was around the man he thought about what if’s. was there a world where he didn’t end up hurting him or was he going to end up the villain in the man’s story? 

desirae was his award for the most accurate latin translation in that college course he took during high school. the way that he viewed desirae has always been from her family history. she not only came from old money, but she also acted like it. like latin, he knew that if he wasn’t smart enough to get into the love club he would have never had the opportunity to speak to her. ezra feels like the only way to speak her language is to become a worthy opponent, show that he isn’t just a little wallflower. 

vera was the last award that he won in a chess championship. he viewed her as one of the pieces on his chest board. not someone that he needed to move and use in order to win, at least not outwardly, but a powerful piece all on her own. the queen could move wherever she wanted and how far she wanted as long as no one was in her way. ezra pondered to himself if he could predict vera’s moves like he did his opponent’s on a board. after all, this was a competition and he wanted to win above all else. 

griswold was the hardest to pinpoint. he wasn’t an award, he was the crumbled up adoption papers that he kept hidden in his room. ezra viewed the other man as another older person who abused his powers to get something that he wanted. he lured them in with false security, much like the blanket he was wrapped in when his adoptive parents took him home. then griswold sprung the competition onto them and slowly turned them all against each other, much like the lack of love from his childhood.

[lex-u-up]

I'm the Hot Girl, Feelin' Like Charizard

Ok let me start by saying Happy 30th Birthday to a real one 🎊🎉🎊🎉 Ya girl is stepping into the 30 club like aaaaaahhhh😜😜 

Next up, let’s get into these locs. 18 months in this thang 🤸🏾‍♀️ Whew! Where did the time go?!

Freshly washed

Do you see this?!?! Like it’s really a whole loc!

As far as changes go the few things I’ve noticed are 1) they’re dropping a little (inches boo! Long hair don’t care 🤣) and 2) they’re taking longer to dry. Definitely spending more time under the dryer to ensure they dry all the way through. I refuse to be out here with mold and/mildew in my locs because they’re not thoroughly drying.

The weather is starting to get colder which means my hair is starting to get dryer 🙄 I swear I hate what this time of year does to my hair. To combat this I’ve started using the Crown Elements Moisture Infusion as a refresher in between washes. I spray it on my hair every 3 days and seal it with my almond oil mix. When I wash my hair myself I use the Crown Elements Luminescent herbal rinse as a conditioner and when I go to my loctitian I always have a steam treatment. I refuse to have dry hair and a flaky scalp this winter. No ma’am!

[fatelotusorder]

Name: Elizabeth Tudor

Others  Names : Good  Queen Bess  , Liz  ,Lizabeth  ,Beth

Class: Ruler

other  Classes He  Qualifies For - Berserker(All Tudors Except Ed) , Caster, Saber(All English Ruler Qualify  for this class Bess Finds  this  dumb ), Lancer , Shielder

Alignment: Lawful Good

Voice Actor:Mitsuo Iwata (Sunny from Toriko , Hes  Also The Second Voice  For Ivanvok in One piece )

https://youtu.be/76jZj7Ymy9Y

Gender: Male  Likes: Sweets, Fashion , Beauty  in general

Dislikes: Don't call Him  Fat or  A Drag Queen , Dentists  , His Sister and  Father

Tags:King  ,English , Divine  ,Humaniod ,Servant ,Weak to Enuma Elish  NaturalEnemy: Mary Tudor  , Herny  the 8th  , Gilgamesh,Ozymandias  , Aslaung  , Medb

Cards: Buster,Art , Arts ,Arts Quick Active Skills:

Unwavering  Charisma (Increases Attack for  all Allies  and   Increases Allies  Defense  For 3 turn)

Ageless Beauty- Chance  to  Charm  All  Enemies  for 1 Turn ,and Seal their  NP for  Three  Turns

Glory of the Crown-Increase NP Gain and Apply Damage Cut to all allies for 3 turns

Passive Skills:

Rage of  Tudors - Increases allies   Attack  When Bess  is on  the Felid    Magic Resistance  

NP: Tudor Rose- Protection From the  Queen -  Arts-  Bess  Gives  a  Pray out  to God

,"when wars and seditions with grievous persecutions have vexed almost all kings and countries round about me, my reign hath been peaceable, and my realm a receptacle to thy afflicted Church. The love of my people hath appeared firm, and the devices of my enemies frustrate"

Before Similar  To  Neros A Room  Appears  Around  Him   as He Walks Towards  The  Throne , He Smiles as  Bess Sits  Down on  the Throne   And Snaps His Fingers   and a Light illuminates the Room. Give Invincibility for two hits and a 3 turn Heal Regen for Allies and Lowers Defense  for all Enemies .

Biography:

Elizabeth Tudor known By Many Aliases the last  Ruler of the  Tudor Dynasty in  England  , who Unlike her predecessors Before Enjoyed a Long Reign of about 44 years. Although Documented as a Woman in the History , The "Queen" was Actually  Male, Born with the name Arthur Tudor after his fathers late brother  but then Why Didn't  Bess take the  Throne  next Instead of   Edward he  was the Son Henry always wanted  .

Truth is  Henry  Declared  Bess as one  of His Daughters as Bess wasn't the son Henry wanted and Henry  didn't  consider   Bess Manly Enough  to  considered   His Next Heir   and  so Hid the Fact He Had another  Son by raising Bess  as  Girl and Eventually Declared Bess along with His Sister Mary as   Illegitimate  as Soon as He  had Edward .

Bess despite  His Arrogance, Flamboyancy, and Confidence in himself.Bess  Dose question if he truly a Man as He went through Great lengths to Hide the fact that he wasn't a Woman (even pulling an Artoria and giving himself breasts temporarily ) Mainly for political Reasons and so he didn't suffer the Similar short Rules of His Sister. Not for the Reasons that Modern Day people do it so His pronouces are He/ Them.

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Summoned: "Elizabeth Tudor ,Servant Class : Ruler ,Is it Nice to be in the presence of a Queen  ,Master"

Bond 1:  Its  not  Everyday  Your  around a Queen My  Master ,Smile ~

Bond 2:Hm ,your an Interesting  person  to Say the Least

Bond 3: Your orders Master ,I’ll Do anything you  ask me  to.~"

Bond 4: Hehe ,You Remind Me  of  Someone Very  Special to  me in life. Who is this person? Your not ready for that just yet

Bond 5: this special person , Well his Name was  Robert Dudley , I  had a crush on him for the longest time .

Dialogue 1:"Why  Do you Stare At  me like that ? ,Master ? Is it Because I'm So Breathtakingly beautiful ... or Is it Something Eles?"

Dialogue 2: "D-dentist, Master ,I D-don't need a Dentist"

Dialogue 3:"Master ,This Scale Has to Be wrong I can't  have gained  weight ,I Cut  back on Sweets"

Dialogue 4: "Some Days I wonder Why I was Summoned as a Ruler I'm Not a Saint  or anything ,Just  a person Who believed that God was  on His Side protecting Him. "

(If you Have  Henry the 8th) " Master  , Don't   Compare me  to that  Boar  in Humans  Clothing  ,He dosen't  Deserve the Comparison "

(if You Have Mary Tudor ) "Mary ,Your Here  ...M-master We need to  Talk"

(if You Have Francis Drake )

"  Don't Go Telling People , How Big My (temporary) Breasts  Were! and they  Were Not  Bigger than  Raikou's Cow Udders ! "

(if You Have Ivan  the Terrible ) "You  Look Just as   Ugly and Horrid as  that Letter  You wrote Me"

(If You Have  Ragnar or Judge Vinsmoke )" You  Remind me  of my  Father   ,That is a  Bad  thing "

(if you  have  Sanji,Before whole Cake ) - Okama! Who are you To Say whether I'm  an  Okama or not  , I'll  break You  Arms  Clean off!

(if you  have  Sanji,After  Whole Cake ) "I seem We were Similar Situations, Your father  wanted to mold  you Into a Warrior that lacked Empathy and Compassion and Hated your Passion of Cooking  for his Ridiculous Standards on  What Royalty should and Shouldn't do.. ...Huh ,but I  thought You  didn't  like ugly ass Okamas.~"

(if you Have  Ivar the Boneless Before  Rwby Event) - "he's  the shortest  Viking I've  Seen  and  his Legs Flop around like  if he   was a Ragdoll , He's Kinda  Adorable looking  He reminds me of a Cat .”

(Ivar After Rwby) " Of  Course Come Here  ,Ivar  , If you Need  a Shoulder  to  Cry   come  to  me  , I have been Moved by Your Life  Story, You  still Remind  of  a Cat  though "

(If You Have Gilgamesh , Ozy or Medb) " Aww ~ You seem Jealous, Is it because of My Breathtaking Beauty  attracts Everyone to me like bees to a Flower."

Something you like: I love Sweets and Sugar ,but I'm on diet after looking at the Scale .

Something you dislike:  I personally Hate being  Called a Drag queen or Okama  its Basically  telling me I couldn't  past for a Woman to save my life  , I don't like being Called Fat my Father had to be carried by crane  you know.

About the Holy Grail: Grail , If I had  I'd wish  to  be able  to Find  True Love   and Get married   During an

Event: An  Event , Ah something  Different   than Our Usal Missions we should take break and relax. Birthday: Happy Birthday , Master  ,I shall  get the Cafeteria  to prepare a Banquet.

——-—

Other stuff

to clarify Bess is More gender non conforming and Really doesn’t caring for looking or acting Traditionally Masculine or Feminine . He’ll wear a Pencil skirt cause it looks nice and if people Mistake him for a women then he really dosent care to him that just means He looks pretty. He’ll drop to his natural sounding voice . Mainly because Elizabeth was Literally praised for his beauty even in his older Years where he was worse for wear in Servant form hes at most in his 30’s .

The reason why Bess hid as Women all his Life is that he was afraid of appearing weak and having a short chaotic rule like his sister as he says” It better to appear as a strong woman than be consider a weak man.“

also He’s 6’3 very tall .

In Fate Lotus order

The some of servants of Chaldea seemed to started a Fan club around Bess . This was started by Nobu and Nobukatsu( Whose actually a saber in this universe) cause Nobukatsu ended up forming a crush on him .

Bess pseudo Harem( cause he dosent know about this )now has

Finn mc Cool

a Chinese moth

Drake in there technically cause they’re Friends

his Advisor who is now a Pretty boy merged with a Snake like Eldritch god due messing with the Occult ( John dee )

he is unapologetically Bi and Unapologetically aware that he’s Thicc

Bess being a Male is based of a Debunked theory of Elizabeth Tudor being replaced by Similar looking male child after dying of illness . He is My Very first servant Oc along with his Sister Mary and Red riding Hood.

[bbrandy2002]

The Breakfast Club

Chapter Two

What happens when five Cordonian teens-a dispirited Prince, an orphaned Duchess, a rowdy Lord, a noble hating Rebel, and a free spirited Dreamer-are forced to spend a Saturday together, figuring out just who they are.

Disclosure: Will contain mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, overdose, cancer and death.

Catch up on Chapter one

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Chapter 2

Drake hunches down in a dark alley as increasing paranoia sweeps across his smooth, facial features. He tries to slow his breathing and steady his hands.  He studies his dark surroundings before peaking at the barely lit corner of the store he just left. He waits a moment in quiet anticipation to ensure he wasn’t caught, before reaching down his pants to recover a cheap bottle of whiskey.

Night has fallen on Cordonia and a warm, summer drizzle has just started to fall. He pulls up the hood on the back of his gray sweatshirt, attempting to keep the rain and its steady drops from running down his brown locks and streaming along his nose.

He looks down at his prize and admire’s the effort he put into getting it. To him, it’s the one good thing about his day; a day he wishes he could forget every year.

He recalls a time when today would be filled with a camping trip to the lake. His dad made the best smores; the outside of the marshmallow was always a perfect golden brown. He can practically smell the smoke coming from the freshly cut, oak wood, and how it always teased his senses. His mother’s laughter would echo through the valley in melodic harmony, god did her voice cast a peaceful spell on him. His little sister would complain of boredom…she hated everything about the outdoors. She has always been annoyed by everything he took pleasure in, however, he felt the same of her aspirations of riches and royalty.

His dad would take him out on a cheap, metal boat he had purchased many years ago. He would load a cooler full of beers and soda. The two of them would settle  back in their hard plastic seats, admiring the stillness of the water and the warmth on their flesh. They would sit on that lake all day, talking about life, telling jokes, and swapping tales of fish they had caught. It was those moments Drake lived for; his dad referred to them as “the moments in between”. Drake took pride in not only  spending time with his family, but, watching the unease his dad carried on his face, melt away, if but for only a little while.

He pulls out at gold pocket watch with “JW” engraved on one side and the Cordonian royal crest on the other. He stares at the crest, remembering the sacrifices his father and his family made for the crown.

His dad received the watch after saving the King from an assassination attempt. Drake sneered wondering what the reward was for dying for his precious majesty; presumably, it was nothing. Drake snorted hard through his nose, arched his neck, then spit on the symbol that represented the beginning of his own personal hell on earth.

Jolted from his thoughts by the roar of approaching thunder, he licks his lips in anticipation of the burn he would soon feel. Hopefully within the hour he would feel- nothing.

He would take another glance around before breaking the cap on the bottle. He brings it just barely to his lips and closes his eyes, “Happy fucking birthday Drake”, he mutters to himself. He tilts the bottle upwards and allows its contents to settle smoothly down his throat. He waits for it to hit the pit of his stomach, then falls backwards onto the hard, wet pavement, settling his back against the rough bricks. He bends one knee upward and places the hand clenching the bottle on top. He takes another hard swig and stops when the sound of voices are heard from the opposite end of the alley. “Shit, cops.” He stealthily screws the cap back and forces it down his pants. As he stands, the crinkling of paper and old leaves gathers their attention. A flash of light hits Drake’s face, blinding him. 

He turns and runs with a speed and quickness that he has trained himself for. He’s in a fight- or- flight situation now and fleeing is his favorite coping mechanism. He hears them shout behind him as he rounds the corner. He weaves and dodges through the sea of faces on this busy Cordonian street. He doesn’t notice the stares, he just sets his focus on an opportunity to cross through the maze of cars speeding by. There it is. Like lightning, he whips himself over into the traffic, blatantly disregarding his safety. A car suddenly stops to a halt as he passes by. On the other side he sets sights on another alley. Almost there. He wipes the rain from his face while splashing through a puddle. The water has gotten into his shoes and the sloshing on his feet is unsettling.

He gathers his thoughts to glance back as he enters the alleyway. He crouches behind a storage receptacle as he watches two cops run by. He celebrates the small victory to himself as he places his hands on top of his head and tilts it back, willing his breathing to return to normal.

Drake waits for the coast to be cleared before nonchalantly walking back out onto the bustling streets. It was never supposed to be like this, this life he had been forced to live. He missed his dad more than anything in the world and stayed pissed off with a mother who left him and his sister behind. His custodial parent worked early in the morning until well past darkness…for that mother fucking crown of all things.

As he walks, he forces the sadness and anger that builds up in stomach away. He puts both hands in his pockets and suddenly realizes something is missing. He pats his pant legs and then his waistband; he twists around searching the ground around him for the golden time piece. It feels as if the air from his lungs deflate, he can feel his eyes start to water….it was the only thing he had left of him.

The sudden tug at the back of his shirt collar stops his moment of sorrow. So close. He slowly turns and looks up with unsettled remorse to find his captor.

“Drake”.

He sighs loudly and looks away in shame, “Bastien”.

***

Laying flat on his back, he raises one arm to shield the heat and brightness of the overhead lamp. As soon as the hot needle makes the first indention into his skin, Maxwell flinches sharply. He raises his head and peaks out from under his arm; he wants to know if the burly looking artist is finished yet. The man looks at Maxwell, raises his eyebrow and tells him to relax, its going to be a while.

Maxwell rests his head back on the flattened pillow and covers his eyes again. “My Little Hippo”, remembering the moment his dear mother called him that for the first time, causes his face to contort. One corner of his lips curls up, but, Maxwell quickly attempts to compose himself. He doesn’t know why, but, he didn’t want the tattoo artist to see it.

Maxwell thinks about the last time he saw his mother. She maybe weighed 80 pounds at the time of her death; her long suffering illness took a toll on her. She found out she had colon cancer two years ago following that years Beaumont Bash. His father insisted the family continue their weekly extravagant, partying lifestyle; her needs were not as important as his image.

His father, Barthelemy was never a strict man, but, he loved his booze, his drugs and his women. He lined his study with the trophies, ribbons and awards that he pushed his sons to earn. The Beaumont Legacy was always on the line and failure was not an option. Although he allowed his sons to partake in this lifestyle at a young age, their business acumen was important. Bertrand followed in his footsteps and attended the Cordonia School of Business; a prestigious school to say the least. When Maxwell took the entrance exam his previous junior year, he didn’t even come close. Barthelemy had only scolded Maxwell twice in his life…the first time for gaining 25 pounds and the second for failing that entrance exam.

His father’s way of rectifying Maxwell’s weight was through incessant teasing. He assumed if he called him fatty, pig and blubber enough, Maxwell would mold himself back into that perfect son. Barthelemy had no time or patience for having a “fat son”.

When Maxwell flunked his entrance exam, his father didn’t yell at him. He would shame him again with words, such as, stupid, lazy and a failure, in hopes he would again conform to his wishes. Maxwell has never had a desire to attend that school, he wants to write, to dance, to just be his own creative self. The words of his father, however, stung and would leave an imprint on his psyche.

Barthelemy died four months ago at a yacht party in the Mediterranean following a drug overdose from a mix of cocaine, pills and excessive hard liquor.

His brother would lose his sense of self and vow to continue the Beaumont legacy, after all, failure, again was not an option.

Alice Beaumont was the opposite of her husband. Bertrand and Maxwell were her pride and joy….her babies. Her marriage was a lonely one, but, being a mother was her everything. Bertrand held her hand and Maxwell rubbed her bare head when she passed from this world to the next just last month. With so much to do, now Duke Bertrand has no time to grieve and he resents Maxwell for it to this day. Where Barthelemy left off, Bertrand took over. Where the humorous, good natured Alice left off, Maxwell took over. Just like the terrible marriage his parents had, Bertrand and Maxwell have accustomed themselves to their new roles. There are days this relationship is poisonous to both.

The pain in Maxwell’s reddened chest is nearly unbearable, but, it is a way to remind him of his importance…even if he still struggles to believe it. The tattoo artist tells Maxwell not to touch it, but, as soon as he turns to reach for the gauze, the urge is too great. “Damn”, he says with a pained flinch. The artist shakes his head.

Maxwell walks out of the shop, feeling a little worse for wear. He reaches into his front pocket for his pair of Gucci Aviators to shield himself of bright sun. He ponders for a moment who he’ll drink with tonight, when he notices a girl in a white, long ruffled dress. She is leaned up against a green lamp post, playing a guitar, next to his red sports car.

Her hair is a long golden brown that flows in loose curl down her back. He stumbles over his feet as he makes every attempt to glide towards her. She notices him approaching and stops playing; her smile radiates across her face and he would swear she is glowing.

“Hey!” she says with a chipper voice.

“You’re really good at that”, he replies as he motions to her old wooden guitar.

She lowers her head down and lifts the instrument out towards him, “I can teach you, ya know.”

Maxwell shuffles his feet, maybe he will change his plans for the evening. He moves his hand out to her with a big smile, “Maxwell Beaumont”.

She returns his smile, and reaches out for his hand with her own, “Riley Brooks”.

Read on in Chapter 3

[manrocket-mo]

look, i know i'm a day early but i'm drunk and watching 10 things i hate about you and thinking about Mo taking care of you while drunk and you trying to kiss him but him rejecting you because he would never take advantage of the situation and wow pls let me die welcome to my ted talk good night

Omg, I couldn’t help but write a little/long blurb about this because this is 100% Mo through and through, so loving and considerate and respectful. 😍

“Momo, you’re so good to me,” you mumble, your head placed on your best friend’s chest as his hand combed through your hair. “You picked me up at the club, you bought me McDonald’s, you let me wear this comfy hoodie.” You picked up your hand off his chest and laughed out loud when the sleeve completely swallowed your arm.

“Of course, Y/N,” he chuckles. You smile to yourself when you feel the brush of his lips pressing into the crown of your head.

“Why do you do that?” you wonder, your head shooting up almost a little too fast to take in the soft look on Morgan’s face.

“Do what?” he wonders, his hand moving up to hold your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“That.” Even in your drunken state, you saw how Morgan looked at you, how relieved he was when he finally found you on the side of the street in downtown after the club closed, how he draped his sweater around you tenderly when he realized you didn’t have nearly enough clothes on for an early spring night in Toronto, how he held you now, how everything felt warm and right and natural. “It’s like you love me or something.” You couldn’t help that. The alcohol coursing through your veins leaving you without a filter.

“Because I do love you, Y/N,” he answers as if it’s the simplest thing in the entire world.

“You love me?”

He nods quietly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

His scent and warmth surrounding you and the suppressed feelings that had been buried deep down cause you to act out in ways that you could’ve never dreamed while sober. You straddled him and gazed into his eyes. “You couldn’t love me.”

“But I do,” he murmurs. “I always have.”

And that’s all it takes before you’re pressing your lips to his. He reacts, his lips molding along yours and you sigh out of complete and utter happiness but that’s before he pushes you away. Your heart pangs at the loss, the rejection and it doesn’t take long for the tears to rise in your eyes.

“But-but you said you love me?” you argued, wiping angrily at the tears falling down your cheeks.

Morgan sighs, his eyebrows furrowed but takes your face in his hands once more. “I do, baby. And that’s why I won’t let you do this. I want you to be sober, to be in full control of your mind, body and soul when this happens.”

“But I love you,” you mutter petulantly.

“I know you do,” he whispers. “But trust me on this. Do you trust me?” You nod and he smiles at you and pulls you into a hug. “Good, lets get you changed and into bed.” He stands with you, your legs wrapped around him and carries you into his bedroom.

“Will you sleep with me at least?” you wonder once you were cuddled up and warm.

Mo shakes his head. “No, baby. I’ll take the couch.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning, Y/N. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Momo.” He shuts the lights off and leaves you to the comfort of the night.

You awoke with a start and almost throw up at how quickly you move. You groan, laying back down and cuddling into the familiar scent lingering amongst the blankets and pillows. It smelled like him. It smelled like home.

You sighed contently and tried again, moving slowly, wincing when the headache hit you. You smiled gratefully when you spotted the bottle of water and a pair of pills sitting on the nightstand.

Always so thoughtful.

For once, you didn’t struggle to remember what happened to you in your drunken state. You remember calling Morgan and him picking you up and cuddling you on the couch. You remembered how sweet he was and protective and loving. You remembered every word that fell from his lips, every pause, the hesitance and the adoration.

And when you found him lying on the couch, his head propped up watching the morning news, you slid in next to him, sharing in the warmth of the blanket and his body.

“Feeling okay?” he wonders quietly.

You turn to him and tentatively lean forward and brush your lips against his, shy at first then with purpose. You were conveying the words of love with fervor and sureness. You loved him with all you were, you always had. And you wanted him to hear it, feel it come from you with 100% control and certainty.

After a few minutes you pull away and he looks down at you in complete wonder.

“Absolutely perfect now,” you answer fondly, pressing your lips to his once more, not sure you could ever get enough.

Mo Appreciation Night is back baby!!!!

[ofregiums]

silence ! raise the royal standard, for the king of italy, PHILIP VISCONTI, has arrived. being thirty-five years old, he is currently on the throne. many around the court call him the polymath by virtue of him being driven and adaptable, while also being pretentious and judgmental.  — played by sam heughan.

— THE BASICS

full name: philip amadeus visconti  known in history as: the crowned sage date of birth: september 1st age: thirty-five star sign: virgo profession: mathematics secondary school teacher alignment: lawful good mbti: istj spoken languages: italian, english, spanish, french, german, latin, mandarin, portuguese mother’s name: maria anna visconti father’s name: ottavio visconti ( deceased ) siblings, if any: bernard visconti ( younger brother ), victor visconti ( younger brother ), francesca visconti ( younger sister ) height: 6′3″ hair colour: red eye colour: blue

— CANON VERSE

as a boy, philip embraced his responsibilities as the heir in a somewhat reluctant matter. as agreeable as he was, he never held a desire for the crown as other crowned princes may. as long as he had his books, he was content to do whatever else anyone else required of him. 

he grew accustomed to being the smartest person in the room, no matter the age. while his brothers succeeded in the arts of combat and charm, he only felt like he had his wit and clung to that fact desperately. at times, he can appear condescending but that’s because the only way he can connect to a person is through their minds. and with a court with its share of idiots, it could be frustrating at times.

always had more of an affinity for his mother compared to his father. the more everyone tried to mold him into the older man’s image, the more likely he was to pull away from it all.

he loves his siblings but he finds it disheartening to witness how untamed they can be compared to him. it never seemed quite fair that they could do as they pleased as he was always shouldering the burdens of their family on his shoulders.

despite how much he did not want to, philip was sent off to war to fight as every young lad was expected to do at his age. he hated every single moment of it. witnessing such violence made in him incredibly ill and he did everything in his power to be pulled from it all.

his pleas broke his mother’s heart and eventually, she convinced his father to bring him home under the excuse that it was far too dangerous for the boy heir to be out in the field. philip happily returned home. 

by some miracle, his timing happened to be miraculous. the duke of castro happened to be visiting with his family and he was absolutely stunned by the sight of his oldest daughter -- antonia. 

she really got the shy, reserved young prince to open up a lot more. he didn’t feel any of the responsibilities of his impending title. they talked about books and travel and a future together, and it seemed absolutely perfect. once he got approval from his family, a betrothal was brokered and a wedding soon followed.

philip was absolutely over the moon, of course. who would not be ? he found something he never knew he was looking for. antonia was remarkable in every way. the two spent several years together with its own sets of highs and lows, the biggest low being her seeming inability to produce a child. as the future king, it was utterly frowned upon and the stress began to eat away at antonia.

despite philip’s reassurance, his wife grew more and more obsessive with the idea of giving italy its next heir. suddenly, she was not herself. there were days where she refused to leave bed, remaining under the covers in the darkened room. no amount of coaxing and pleading seemed to bring out his beautiful antonia that could make the sun rise with her smile. philip grew increasingly worried about her state. it was not a sickness he could cure. there was nothing he could do to ease the self-loathing and darkness that brewed in her soul.

he’ll never forget the last time he saw her. after days of convincing her to dine with him, philip decided instead to bring supper to his wife. the sight that awaited him was one he could have never predicted. so in turmoil with herself, antonia ran herself through with a dagger, leaving nothing but a cold body, a pool of blood, and philip’s broken heart.

philip was in absolute mourning as was more of a recluse than before. he read books to escape from his head but he was never the same after that day. after rumors began to spread that philip was too emotional and weak to be the future king, his father sent him back into the war to prove his worth to his country. just like before, he lacked the affinity for combat and very nearly perished had it not been for the saving grace of a unknown young man without an ounce of nobility. carlo cavallo saved his life, and in return -- philip made a vow to dedicate himself to ensure that he was paid back tenfold

when word of his father’s illness presented itself, philip returned home to italy. within the week, his father had passed away and by the end of the month, he himself had been crowned the new king of italy. and it fucking terrified him.

unsteady is the head that wears the crown is perhaps the best descriptor to describe philip as his new role as king. he was able to do some good, such as knighting his dear friend and helping the unfortunate. but he actively did not want to be king -- far more of a scholar than a leader. that hasn’t changed over the years.

— MODERN VERSE

books were lip’s best friends, as pathetic as it sounded. while some kids got in trouble for tantrums or the sort, he got in trouble for staying up far too late, trying to read the latest novel.

raised by a loving family surrounded by brothers and sisters. the only trauma he really had was being the oldest child and enduring the responsibilities that came with such a job.

due to his remarkable intelligence, lip ended up testing out of a year of school, advancing him forward so that he was constantly the youngest student in the classroom. but he never minded -- being smart was the one thing he was good at and he was proud of it. 

his parents moved their family from italy to london when he was fifteen years old. while his siblings grumbled about the lives they left behind, lip was excited to be around a new setting with a new culture that he could learn all about.

got offers from universities such as harvard to stanford to oxford but eventually settled on cambridge where he studied a double major of sociology and mathematics on a pre-law track.

naturally, uni was the best time in the world for someone like lip. had very little of a social life but excelled greatly in his courses and clubs he partook in. 

will skip the boringness of his academic trajectory and just say that he graduated at the top of his class with a nice offer from a big-time law firm upon graduation. of course, lip accepted.

on his first day as a junior associate, he met antonia -- someone who could match him in wit and good spirits. lip fell in love instantly and the two climbed the ranks together while forming a relationship. the day she made senior associate was the day that he proposed to her.

the two were married and it was the happy ending that his parents had always want for lip. especially when the news of antonia’s pregnancy was announced ! he was fucking terrified about the new endeavor while also quite excited, relying heavily on parenting books and his parents for advice. 

things took a sudden, horrendous turn when lip received a phone call. while he’d been at work, eight-month pregnant antonia had taken it upon herself to drive to the market to pick up a few snacks to satiate her craving. it shouldn’t have been an issue. she’d driven herself a dozen times before since going on maternity leave. but this time ended up being an outlier, and after a drunk driver ran a light -- it cost antonia her life.

the day at the hospital ended up being the most harrowing experience of lip’s life. while his wife’s life had already been claimed, the doctors were doing all they could to save the baby girl. by some beacon of miracle, she survived and a grief-stricken lip cradled her to his arms and swore that he would protect her -- and that was the story of alessandra.

the few months after losing his wife were the hardest lip could ever endure. he quit his job to be there for alessandra, and grew more reclusive. . . even with his own family. the only thing that seemed to make sense was his daughter. after about ten months of feeling like he was drowning, his sister came for a visit and finally told him to get his shit together for the sake of his daughter. tough love, but it was what lip needed at the time.

knowing that a job in law would be far too demanding of a schedule to take care of a young child, he turned to the field of education. it was quite easy to do considering the school systems were desperate for more competent teachers, and eventually, lip traded the courtroom for a classroom. 

with alessandra now at the age of nearly five, lip has gotten a hang of being a parent but being a single father has its set of struggles that he’s not sure will ever be alleviated. feels a bit disillusioned with settling as a teacher when he feels like he could have so much more to offer to the world. but alessandra comes first and that’s all that matters.

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Fun fact about me: I hate crown molding. If there are 0 crown molding fans it's because I've pulled an anakin Skywalker.

Crown molding can go die in a hole

[kangsojeong]

amarillo

i have never understood the appeal of shows like house hunters international. i’m not particular about the design of a space. my office at work has gone undecorated for nearly two years. conversations about crown moldings and open floor plans hold exactly zero interest for me. this is one subject i am fine maintaining my ignorance of. 

until i checked into an airbnb with a tv stuck on hgtv and no remote control. i thought i would turn it off after a few minutes. four hours later, here i sit, newly converted. there’s the voyeurism of observing other people’s relationship dynamics; the casual but obvious contempt for one’s spouse, the stilted delivery of scripted dialogue that undermines their professions of eternal love. and the class anxiety that pushes people to buy outside their range, the perpetual idealization of home ownership as fulfilling the American dream. not to mention the schadenfreude of hate-watching for people who pout that the tub isn’t jetted or somehow don’t realize that cream cabinets can be painted white. couples who know their shit and talk freely and with acceptance of each other’s quirks and blind spots stand out. 

the local strip club is called safari nights and there’s a fast food restaurant that specializes in steak delivery. 

[chlostertalks]

On Jemele Hill

During Tropical Storm Irma and my first week at Turner, a former colleague of mine came under fire for tweets.

The Ringer’s piece was accurate.

Though I left ESPN a little over a month ago, I have a lot of solid connections and met great people. Despite never having a personal conversation with Jemele Hill, she and Michael Smith spoke to the interns at the Intern Symposium in late June. They kept it real, much like Hill did in the Ringer piece. They talked about how they have fans and those that hate-watch SC6, the pressure of having the SportsCenter brand on your show, politics and sports touching like food groups on a plate, addressing Twitter trolls, and being confident in being yourself on air.

Yours truly (third row, 6th from left) and ESPN Summer 2017 interns with Michael Smith (front, center, blue shirt) and Jemele Hill (second row, center, yellow shirt). ESPN. 

I do believe a lot of the criticism of Michael and Jemele comes from the critics’ feeling that they are too black for SportsCenter.

It wasn’t always cool for Stuart Scott to say “Boo-Yah” on air, but his ability to cross over while being himself helped make him a legend. If you ever visit DC-2, “Boo-Yah” is the phrase that stands out the most on SportsCenter’s wall of famous anchor phrases. Speaking of, Robin Roberts has a couple phrases on that wall, too. It’s hard nowadays to find old articles documenting the struggles she undoubtedly faced as a black woman anchoring SportsCenter.

It was cool when Chris Berman made references to rock songs. It’s cool if SVP ties in pop culture. But Michael and Jemele tying in spades and Mobb Deep? It leaves audiences that don’t get it well…shook. 

The most vocal viewers–the critics–fear what they do not relate to. 

And of all the black SportsCenter anchors–including Michael Eaves, Elle Duncan, Cari Champion, Sage Steele, and Jay Harris–Michael and Jemele make the most references to black culture. The intro has a hip hop beat. A pair of Jordans and Prince are in the background. They have a segment from His and Hers called Doin’ Too Much, the sports version of The Breakfast Club’s Donkey of the Day and the Tom Joyner Morning Show’s Bama of the Week (Week! Week! Week!). They appeal to a young audience interested in sports, music, movies, and culture, and how all that intersects.

There isn’t nearly as much criticism with Bleacher Report, Complex, or the NBA making references for the culture as there is with ESPN having not one, but TWO black anchors making the blackest references on a sports network.

Thus, these vocal viewers have called for The Six’s cancellation since it hit TV after the Super Bowl. It was cool to have Phife on the show when it was His and Hers. But now they’re apparently messing with tradition on a 6pm block that has the hardship of old highlights and waiting for the primetime action. A tradition that Twitter and other social platforms have severely maimed more than two hosts could ever do.

Much of ESPN’s audience is traditional, mid-American, older white men. Of course it’s going to clash with younger minorities who broke the mold by simply being themselves. “We just want highlights” isn’t the only issue. If you look at the business of television, “just highlights” isn’t making money. Again, I can find a highlight in a tweet. Authenticity makes money. Original content makes money. Storytelling with personality makes money. Drawing in a young audience that likes to feel heard and represented makes money. It’s why social media is referenced on every show of every major network. It’s why there is marketing geared toward millennials–we may be broke, but we’re cool, and we heavily influence the market because social media. Like a Prince song, it’s a sign o’ the times.

There is always going to be pushback when something new breaks tradition, but call it what it is. A lot of the criticism is that Michael and Jemele are too black for SportsCenter. Call the spade a spade.

And because of that, critics have waited for one of them to create controversy so they can be fired.

Enter Jemele’s tweets.

It’s also no secret that plenty of figures have been vocal against a leader who ironically tweets his own views on the daily. Even magazines like the Economist featured the President yelling through a Klan hat after the Charlottesville terror attack.

But what sparks the most uproar is a string of tweets from an unapologetically black sports anchor breaking the mold of ESPN’s Crown Jewel. Not TIME. Not Ms. Texas. Jemele Hill.

The outpouring of support from ESPN colleagues of hers does not surprise me. Michael Smith, Michael Eaves, and Elle Duncan attempting to not do the show without her is what I expected, especially from Michael Smith. The black employees at ESPN look out for each other. Eaves, Duncan, and Jay Harris were friendly faces and checked in on me every now and then. Adrienne Lawrence and Treavor Scales taught me about life on-air. I shadowed people like Terrika Foster-Brasby, Galen Gordon, and Shadeed Sharpe. And, despite already having a friend at ESPN in Jarren Gary (🙌🏽), I made quite a few friends, including graphic designer Tiffany Middleton, Undefeated writer Maya Jones, ESPN International’s Kadidjha Traore, and Eva Delacruz from creative services. It made my few months in the middle of nowhere in Connecticut a lot more fun, and put me at ease.

Black talent at ESPN also know that only so many get to be on television at the network, and it’s hard replacing someone of the same color as you and feeling the guilt that there can be only so many minorities on television. And replacing someone like Jemele would not only be painful and awkward, and not only would the chemistry have oodles of tension, but there would also be backlash as bad as the Fantasy Football Marathon “Player Auction” and the removal of Robert Lee as an announcer for a UVA game.

Moreover, the network risks feeding into a political subject. The very thing critics don’t want ESPN to be is politically involved, but the very thing critics want ESPN to do is fire Jemele Hill for not sticking to sports. What they don’t realize is that firing Hill would be a politically motivated fire, creating a contradiction.

I see ESPN riding this wave out and keeping Hill on staff, unless another controversy occurs. Corporate talked to her, hence her statement. To fire her days later as a result of being uncomfortable with negative press is like giving a kid at school an expulsion after he served his suspension (which I have seen before, and it did not go over well).

All they can do is wait. It will pass like a kidney stone, but it will pass.

[pastelbatfandoms]

Do you regularly… paint? draw? drink coffee? drink tea? curl your hair? straighten your hair? pray? read the Bible? worship? play online games? Does TS4 count? watch movies? watch television? read books? daydream?

Would you ever…

dye your hair a wild color?

get a tattoo? get a piercing?

bungee jump?

skydive?

dance in public?

sing a solo?

travel to Africa?

ride an elephant?

travel to Europe? travel to Asia?

travel solo?

travel to New York City?

ask out your crush?

Can you…

sing?

dance?

play an instrument? Keyboard.

touch your nose to your tongue?

lick the tip of your nose?

do the splits? Kinda

do a cartwheel?

draw? write neatly? write in cursive? speak another language? A little

whistle?

pop your fingers out of joint?

read minds?

Are you…

beautiful?

double jointed?

artistic?

bold?

boring?

encouraging?

loving?

nice?

positive?

passive?

passionate?

ambitious?

sensitive?

honest?

romantic?

creative? generous?

miserable?

optimistic?

pessimistic?

mentally ill?

sane?

weird?

different?

Do you like…

math?

tea? coffee? (only sweet)

English?

writing in cursive?

creative writing?

to dance?

to sing?

to pray? chocolate?

smoothies?

sushi?

pie?

playing Truth or Dare?

Have you ever… tried to redo your room? tried to give yourself a hairstyle you found online? set up a prayer corner in your room? had an imaginary friend? written on the side of a bathroom stall? fallen asleep with your clothes on? fallen in a pool fully clothed? (it wasn’t a Pool it was a Fountain but yeah...) gotten sick from inhaling nail polish remover? realized that life is amazing? thought about ending your life? cried in public? sat on a rooftop with a friend? written a letter to a celebrity? wished on a shooting star?

Do you remember…

Gigapets?

Pikachu? Pokemon cards?

Furby?

pogs?

the show Taina?

the show Caitlin’s Way?

when the Spice Girls performed on All That?

when the very first episode of Spongebob aired?

what you were doing on Sept. 11, 2001?

Aaron Carter?

N'Sync?

“LiveStrong” wristbands? Only because My Niece was Obsessed with them.

Did you ever…

play with Barbies?

own an American Girl doll?

watch Nickelodeon? obsess over a celebrity? crush on a celebrity?

have imaginary friends?

play tag? take swimming lessons?

take ballet?

take piano lessons?

have the flu? have to go to the hospital?

dream of running away as a teenager?

get picked first in gym class?

Do you/have you listened to… Avril Lavigne? Carrie Underwood? Taylor Swift? Paramore? Black Eyed Peas? A-Teens? Play? Aaron Carter? The Backstreet Boys? The Spice Girls? S Club 7? Hillsong? Casting Crowns? <<Yep this person’s Christian. The Jonas Brothers?

Have you ever played… Monopoly? Hate it. Truth or Dare? Heads Up 7 Up? In School Red Rover? In School  Tic Tac Toe? Four Square? Apples to Apples? Chutes and Ladders? Bingo? Uno? Go Fish? Never Have I Ever? Two Truths and a Lie? If You Really Knew Me? Roller Coaster Tycoon? American Girls Premiere? Operation? Candy Crush Saga? Mahjong Titans? Yahtzee? YoVille/YoWorld? Mario Party? Mario Kart? Zelda? The Sims? Pac Man? Skee ball? poker? beer pong? No but I’ve watched it at a Party. 

Do you like these names (for a girl)?…

Skye

Skylar

Eliana Claire

Sierra

Madison

Peyton

Aurora

Bianca

Joanna

Siona

Felicity

Ellery

Epiphany

Do you like these names (for a boy)?…

Decklan

Dylan Denver

Dallas

David

Adam John

Spencer

Ryan

Storm

Scott

Justin

Maverick

Brennan

Would you ever dye your hair…

dark brown?

light brown?

blonde?

gray?

white?

purple?

pink?

green?

teal/turquoise/aqua?

burgundy?

red (the natural hair color red)?

red (as in, bright red)?

magenta?

periwinkle?

Would you ever get a tattoo of…

a cross?

a peace sign?

a quote? (maybe..)

someone’s name?

a heart?

something insignificant?

a skull?

a flower?

a Japanese symbol?

a continent?

an elephant?

an awareness ribbon?

a fish?

stars?

What are you allergic to?

dust ? pollen?

mold ?

pet dander ?

mosquitoes?

bees?

peanuts ?

tree nuts ?

another food ?

a medication?

latex ?

grass ?

a type of glue or paint?

lavender?

Have you ever been…

bullied?

excluded?

persecuted?

harassed?

molested?

abused?

raped?

assaulted?

yelled at?

shoved?

hurt?

heartbroken? sick? shy? embarrassed? loved? complimented? insulted?

discriminated against?

hugged? attacked?

fired?

homeless?

close to being homeless?

manipulated? lonely?

isolated for a long and unhealthy period of time?

neglected?

ignored?

Do you consider yourself…

beautiful? spiritual? religious? gifted? talented?

unique?

free-spirited? gentle? free?

alone?

carefree?

alive?

blessed?

spoiled?