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[callmebrycelee]

MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY...NICK OFFERMAN

FULL NAME: Nicholas David Offerman

DATE OF BIRTH: June 26, 1970

PLACE OF BIRTH: Joliet, Illinois

AGE: 52 

SIGN: Cancer

BEST KNOWN FOR: Portraying Ron Swanson in the NBC sitcom Parks and Recreation, Karl Weathers in the FX black comedy crime drama series Fargo, Dove Porter in A League of Their Own, and Bill in the The Last of Us episode “Long, Long Time”.

HEIGHT: 5 feet and 11 inches tall

[starlynnsoffscreen]

Child Finley is here!

He has grown up with the artistic prodigy aspiration and the cheerful trait. I expect great things from him.

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Anonymous for obvious reasons; can I request some nasty foul Micah non-con? Something about him just…taking what he wants from me. Maybe at gun point, definitely violent…Please don’t judge me >.<

Micah Bell x Fem!Reader, word count: 5.5k anon i would NEVER judge you for real ❤️ i do think something is wrong with me, or us, based on how into him i am like some of his voice lines are??? and all of his actions are questionable and irredeemable and yet here i am so thank you anon for allowing me to indulge this prompt is perfect for him he is so punishable by immediate death ❤️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: noncon, rape, coercion, dead dove seriously, threats, guns, rough vaginal sex, throat fucking/face fucking, fingering, breeding kink, slapping, choking, degradation, brief OH SO TINY insinuation that micah would fuck you dead if he had to

So far, Clemens Point seemed perfect. It'd only been three days since everyone had packed up and quickly retreated further South, but in those three days you'd found peace like you hadn't known for months, years maybe. It was nice, having a sense of community, being in the safety of close quarters, but finally getting some leg room was worth the minor sacrifice of not having to wake up looking at Swanson every single morning.

Yes, you were all running and hiding. Yes, that wasn't the plan. But this camp, for now at least, provided you with a chance to escape from what felt like your own relentless hunter.

At Horsehoe Overlook, you couldn't exhale without Micah being there to seemingly inhale your breath. There wasn't a way to wash and dress in the morning without his eyes leering at you, or any of the other girls. Not even the piercing, ill-wishing stare of Miss Grimshaw seemed to stave him off for any decent amount of time.

The outskirts of the camp provided safety, solitude. The trees dampened the sounds of the others, blocked you from their view. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shoreline deafened you to the talking, the shouting, the snoring, the laughing, the drunken singing. All of it was good, in moderation, but sometimes you needed the escape. Silence, alone. It was good, until it wasn't.

"There she is."

The voice was low, gravelly, something cruelly mischievous underneath the words. Unmistakeably Micah.

Before you could turn to face him, offering him a few choice words of your own, you heard another sound. A quick but familiar click as he lifted one of his revolvers to the side of your head. As you let out the breath you were holding, he began to chuckle.

"Oh, ho... not quite quick enough, were you."

He walked around you, gun still pressed to your skull, the cold metal unfortunately pleasant against your skin in the sweltering heat that persisted even into the dark of night.

"I ain't much of a hunter, but you're just about the perfect prey. Completely oblivious, head in the clouds. Daydreaming about what? Me?"

You scoffed, the sound still low as your disdain for him allowed your fear of him to override it. He was weak in morals, in constitution, in loyalty and goodness. But he was physically strong, and you knew better than to put him in a bad mood.

Micah circled around you, the gun now holstered once more. You weren't going to run, not yet, and he knew that.

"I see now why you like it out here so much. Quiet. Can barely hear the camp..."

You swallowed the lump in your throat as quietly as possibly, trying not to let him know that his strange monologuing was getting to you.

"... I guess that means that they can't hear us."

It was now or never. You were so certain he was bluffing, confident that he wouldn't actually hurt you. And while you were still new to the group, relatively, you had quickly learned how things worked in the Van Der Linde gang. Surely, the hierarchy, the unspoken and loudly spoken rules hadn't been forgotten by him.

But as you moved to take a step you felt a dull thud against your collar bone, a swelling, radiating pain that shot out through your nervous systems in ringing echoes. He'd smacked you with the butt of his gun, and while the realisation that he had struck your body was a surprise to you, Micah was calm, smiling, like he'd known it was going to come to that at some point or another. And as if the sudden physical violence hadn't been enough, he brought his body into yours and pinned you to the three, keeping you there by minimal physical force, mostly by threat.

"Uh, uh... think carefully, you ain't that stupid."

He pressed the revolver against your temple once more, watching as you winced as the barrel came into contact with your skin.

"What is the point in having all of you useless women around if it takes a gun to the head to get you to fuck me."

In a moment of bravery, sensing that this might be your chance to go out with a fight, you spat out your words.

"What makes you think that your gun is going to persuade me?"

Micah laughed, a deep, cruel chuckle that echoed in among the trees. He was deeply amused by your insolence, able to sense the shaking in your voice, the cowardice that failed to back up the words. He cut his laughter short with a grunt as he stepped into you, pressing your back against a tree, clicking the hammer of his gun and leaning into your face. You could smell the whisky on his breath, feel his hair against your cheek as he threatened you.

"Because if you don't, I will not hesitate to pull this trigger, you silly bitch."

Your eyes flitted towards the camp, wondering if it was worth it to scream or shout. How quickly could they get to you? And which of them would care enough to rush?

It was almost as if he was in your head, his filthy fingers scraping through your mind and reading your thoughts.

"Pointless. You mean nothing to them. You don't bring in money. You don't offer up your services. How many socks do you think - need - darning?"

He punctuated his words by dragging the tip of his tongue along the shell of your ear, letting his lips linger before he started again.

"I could say I saw you stalking around the trees, shot you before I realised who it was. Maybe I've done us all a favour? Shooting a sneaky little thief? Or a rat? Maybe I shot you for good reason? And who are they going to believe?"

There was no response you could think of that wouldn't make things worse. None that would make it better either. So you kept quiet, instead focusing your attention on him. Intense eye contact that told him, silently, that he wasn't quite intimidating you as much as he hoped he might. It didn't deter him, and he continued speaking, his breath lingering in the air in front of you, rancid and sweet, tobacco and whisky.

"What is it that you come out here to do anyway, huh? All on your own. Just lusty ideas and busy fingers, I bet."

The insinuation strucka chord within you. He can't have known, surely. And besides, it was hardly the most sinful act. At least you weren't doing it on your sleeping roll next to anyone else, not like you'd seen some of the men do.

"I've seen the way you look at the men in camp. Hot and bothered when they're shirtless. Desperate. Pathetic, really. And yet, you've turned me down so many times. Why is that? Really pisses me off, you know?"

His words were so pleading, as though he were desperate for answers that he already knew. But how happy would he have been to hear your truth? That he was repulsive, cruel, disgusting, vile. That you'd rather take Strauss than him. As you wondered whether it was worth the risk to put him down a little, you were interrupted by the sound of him grunting.

Micah's free hand was working at the belt of his pants, unbuckling it and loosening it enough to slide it through the loops in one single, fluid motion. He slung it over his shoulder and then, when his hand was free once again, he cupped at his crotch, a visible and until now unnoticed bulge at the front signalling what his intentions were.

"I'm only going to ask you once more politely. Are you gonna fuck me, or not?"

"In your dreams."

He smiled wide, chuckling with a snort before the grin faded, teeth gritted as he spat out his words.

"Well, I'm glad we cleared that up."

You watched him carefully as he moved closer to you, his body pressing against yours, keeping you locked in between him and the tree. You closed your eyes tightly shut as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, your whole body cringing, a grimace pulling at the corners of your mouth as his lips grazed over your skin.

"Let's just get this started then. And I'll remind you. Keep. Quiet. One little peep of anything other than a moan or some well-deserved praise on my part, and I'll hunt you down and make sure this little secret dies with you. Understand?"

Although you nodded, the second he seemed to bring his focus to his trousers to unfasten the belt, you decided you had to take the risk and shout for someone, anyone, to hear you.

"Please hel-"

The ill-advised scream for assistance was cut short quick enough that it could have been mistaking for the yelping of a coyote, for a squeal of a nearby bird. Micah's hand was over yours,

"You shut your mouth, whore! If anyone comes running to us, I'll ruin you. Not exactly like you're a willing participant now, won't make a difference to me if you're not breathing either."

His hands fell from his pants, now curled around your wrists as he held you far too tight, making sure his point was made. You nodded, this time in complete understanding and truth, turning your head away from him as he smiled so cruelly at the tears that welled up in your eyes.

"Crying won't help much. It just adds to the delight for me. Now, I'm on the verge of losing my appetite for you..."

He growled, the words hissing, stinging, as though they were meant to encourage you to give way to him, like this was a favour he was doing for you.

"... so I think we should get started. You wanna take the lead?"

Micah gestured to the tent at the front of his stained white pants, and you responded with confusion.

"You want me to...?"

"I'm not in the mood to do all the work here, woman... Just get on with it!"

Slowly, and not meant to be sensually, you pulled his pants down, freeing his cock and noting that he wasn't wearing any underwear. The scent of his sweat was overwhelming, even on the breeze. Certain you'd be forced to take it eventually, you studied him. He was thick, above average in terms of what you'd seen of most men, although he was fully erect so you imagined that helped to make it seem more threatening. Below his stomach there was a mound of thick, unruly, dark blonde hair which coverered his balls and reached just short of the round of his belly. You wondered if it would feel the same against your skin as the scratchy handle-bar moustache that covered most of his face did.

A quick glance up to him was met with an expectant expression as he waited for you to do what you both knew was coming. So you took a hold of his cock, curling your fingers around the shaft, letting your palm grip it as you began to pump your fist slowly up and down. The moment your hand started stroking, he tossed his head back in satisfaction and relief. You were doing exactly as you were told, and he was oddly grateful, though he had no intentions of thanking you. Instead he hissed out a nasty comment, hoping to remind you of your place despite his groans of pleasure.

"That's it... you're good for something after all, huh?"

Despite yourself, you offered him a grunt of dismissal, knowing that any indication of you being present in this was more than he deserved, but just what he was trying to get from you.

"I gotta say though, girly... your hands, they're awful soft. Ain't seen a single day of hard work have they?"

You remained silent, not wanting to give him anything. There was no right answer, no correct reply. If you could just focus on this, on letting him finish up, then you could go back to the camp and work on pretending this never happened. But Micah answered in your place, a thinlt veiled threat.

"Well, I'll make sure to work you to the bone, lady."

Focusing on the task literally at hand was your only saving grace, but it meant you had found yourself getting a little carried away. Your hand was firmer, wrapped around his cock tight as you noticed the stronger your grip, the more he bucked his hips. The happier he was, the less likely he was to kill you, you reasoned. And if you could just get him to finish, as quick as all the other men you'd dealt with, then he might not have the energy to fuck you or to make you put his disgusting cock in your mouth.

Your free hand worked it's way towards his balls, cupping them gently before holding them in the same grip as his cock, watching as Micah hissed and squirmed, almost losing his balance. You loosened up, afraid you might have gone too far, but he thrust his hips back towards you.

"You can't promise that and then take it away. You got nothing better to do than rile me up?"

There was a distinct satisfaction in causing him pain, even if it was a sting that only served to arouse him further. Digging your fingernails into the tender skin of his balls gave you pleasure, but the twitch of his cock, the throbbing veins against your hand, quickly wiped anything good from your mind. Micah's strained whines turned into a choked laugh as he spoke, knowing you didn't care to hear anything he had to say, good or bad, about the experience.

"Oh, I knew you were a dirty girl. It might have been hiding under the surface, but I bring it out of them. I always do."

He grabbed your chin, lifting your face, directing your gaze to his. It was a brief moment of raw intimacy that made your stomach churn, your blood seemingly squirming through your veins as he spoke to you, lips carefully forming the words as his eyes took you in. Subservient, at his feet, there to please him.

"I love to see a pretty little thing working hard."

You tried to keep your face neutral, desperate not to sneer in his face as he continued through his own smirk.

"Why don't you put those purty lips around it, see if I taste as good as I look, HA!"

That one sharp, arrogant laugh was followed by a ridiculous giggle which ended with a snort as he inhaled. He moved closer, taking his cock from your hand, wrapping his own palm around it as he shook it in front of your face. Sensing that now was not the time to argue, you opened your mouth, only slightly, as he pressed the head of his cock, slick with precum, against your lips.

"Don't test me, woman. Open your god damn mouth. Wider."

You were slow to move, letting your lips fall open hesitantly, unable to make the process any quicker as your body refused to agree. Your jaw swung open in shock though, as the back of Micah's hand cracked against your cheek.

"Now, lady! Hurry the fuck up."

It pained you to obey his instructions, but you did as you were told regardless. Letting your lower jaw open, you found it quickly filled with his cock as he gripped it at the base and pushed it in along your tongue. THe brutality of the motion, clumsy, without regard for either of you, meant your teeth scraped along the top of his length. Micah placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of your chin, tugging it down to open you up more with a hiss.

"Be careful with those teeth, lady."

The taste of him was one you wouldn't forget. You could already feel it settling against your tastebuds, seeping into them, thick and musky, the tang of his precum at the back of your throat as he let himself really enjoy the experience.

Bringing your hands up, you rested them on his protruding stomach, ignoring the pang in your heart as you realised the affectionate insinuation it brought in favour of the control it gave you. At least in this position, you could push against him, stop him from pressing his cock further down your throat. He was already choking you, the head tapping against the back of your tongue, making you gag as he laughed in delight. Your saliva dripped down your chin, spilling from the corners of your mouth as you coughed and spluttered.

Micah's lips curled into a smile, pushed out into a silent "oh" with a pout as you tried your best to encourage him to cum there, flat against your tongue, hitting the back of your throat. You'd hate it, the taste of him lingering, no option but to swallow quickly, but at least it would be over. It seemed he had other plans, though, as he had noticed that your mind was wandering from the task at hand.

Instead of punishing you, as he wanted to for this lack of enthusiasm, he grinned a wide, false smile and his voice dripping in a sickly sweet and very put on tone.

"Aw, you feeling left out? Well, don't you worry. Micah Bell knows how to share the wealth around."

With a loud pop, his cock was pulled from your lips. Strands of drool dripped to your chin and the ground, sticking to the grass and glistening in the moonlight. As he adjusted himself, his cock bounced, glinting similarly with your saliva.

You realised that this was going to be a longer ordeal than you anticipated, and you scrambled for any excuse to get him back in your mouth so you could finish the job, standing up from your knees and trying to face him straight on so he could see the desperation in your eyes. It was a ridiculous notion, that you could appeal to any morals within him, but it was worth a try.

"No, it's... it's fine. Please, let me focus on you. Was I not doing a good enough job? I can try harder? Please? Please just-"

He wasn't having it. Before you could move your head out of the way, his hands were reaching up towards you, holding his belt between them and pressing the leather into your mouth, your head banging roughly against the tree behind you, held in position as he buckled and tightened the belt against the bark on the other side.

"Hng... mmmm... icah... ease... on't, ease..."

The words were muffled, formed poorly as your lips strained to meet each other.

"Don't strain yourself, you'll like this. I promise."

He sank to his knees, an odd sight to see. But his dominance was unquestionable. There was no denying he was in control, and enjoying every second of what he viewed to be a little bit of servitude, a little bit of pleasure, but definitely a lot of cruelty as he held your undesired pleasure in his hands.

Micah's fingers pinched the hem of your skirt, teasing at it before he began to lift it little by little, exposing your calves, your thighs, and then, much to your dismay, your cunt.

"No drawers? Well... aren't you just full of surprises."

He breathed in deep with his chuckling, nostrils flared as he leaned closer to you.

"I can practically feel the heat coming off of you! Tempting... very tempting."

Your body twitched in response to the soft ghosting of his fingers against the tuft of pubic hair, his fingertips dropping to your warm lips, cupping his palm over your cunt between your legs. He held you there, gripping tight, before he slid one finger between your lips, bringing it round to the front, his hand curling back out from your thighs, that one pointed finger tapping over your clit as he retreated. With his hand in front of his face he sniggered again.

"You can't tell me you're having a bad time, not when my fingers are covered in evidence to the contrary, lady."

In a move that made you shiver involuntarily, whether that was in excitement or disgust you couldn't tell, he brought his slicked fingers away from your body, lifting them to his nose to inhale your scent. And then, serpentine in the way it moved, he pressed his tongue out and tasted you on him. The satisfactory groan he made settled in your chest as you waited for him to return to you. But instead of reaching for your swollen cunt, he gripped at your skirt, pulling at it, tugging it down your waist.

"Let's get this off you then, sweetheart, and we'll see just what you got underneath. Gotta get a good look at what we're workin' with here."

Now half-naked against the tree, you let your eyes dart towards the camp, unsure if you actually wanted people to come find you now. The fear of being seen, completely embarrassed, the risk of them misreading the situation made your blood run cold. And worse than even that, you realised that the revolting arousal coiling in your stomach was only growing. Each stroke of his rough fingers against your cunt was only making you hotter and more desperate for any kind of relief. Micah was teasing you, successfully. He was a bully, towards everyone at camp, anyone he deemed weaker than him, and more often than not, those that he knew were stronger than him too. There was no difference between the snide or sleazy remarks he hollered at people as they walked past him and the cruel way he was holding you in the palm of his hand. But past the irritation, there was something pleasurable in the tortuous way he had taken control.

Micah's fingers slipped in and out of you with ease, your arousal wet and welcoming as you felt yourself closing in on an orgasm. You knew he could sense it. Your muscles tensed, your breathing was laboured, and your throat had relaxed enough to let loose a small, continuous whine that brought another, devilish smile to his lips. And yet, he didn't stop. He was going to make you cum. He was going to be responsible for your climax. And you were surprised that he would do that, let alone bother to get this far. He had always struck you as a selfish man in every regard, not least of all in dishing out any semblance of joy to others. And especially not in relation to any women. But here he was, calloused fingers pumping in and out of you while his thumb tapped against that seldom regarded bud that made you whimper and tremble.

"You're getting there, huh? I told you before so many times, I ain't as bad as you and all the others think I am."

He paused, looking to see if there was any change in your eyes, in the way you viewed him. You hoped he wouldn't see that glimmer of recognition of his more positive attributes.

"You regret spurning my advances now, lady? Wish you hadn't been missing out all this time? Well, we can always remedy that. You and me... we got a lot of lost time to make up for."

His sentence closed with that same chuckle, ending in what was becoming his signature snort. A sound you'd regarded in public as grotesque but which in private you had to admit added a certain amount of innocent, almost falliable charm to him.

As you considered the sweet sound, innocent in its way, your back arched away from the tree. Your nec strained, mouth still bound by the belt, trying to keep your balance and losing the strength of your muscles as they tensed into a complete, dull, numbness.

"You can bite down on that belt if you want. I'll wear your teeth marks like a sign of my achievement."

With that crude sentiment you felt your body tremble into release, surges of pleasure chasing after your nerve endings, reminding you of the way that the spark of the plunger let the flames rush towwards dynamite. And there it was, your own explosion. Micah's arm was around your back, holding you as he kept his fingers pumping in and out long after your muffled groans had petered out. He let you rock yourself on him, soothing your body as you came down from the high, hushing you, stroking your hair and kissing your neck almost tenderly as he lowered you back down against the tree.

"Sh, sh, sh. There, there, that's a good girl."

You were murmuring against the leather, not even sure of what you were trying to say, when he reached for the belt buckle.

"I did something for you, now you're going to behave for me, yeah?"

You nodded and he unbuckled you from the tree, keeping you pinned there with his body against you. You weren't going to run though. You were close to the end. It would have been a fool's move to try and escape when you'd already given up so much, and were this close to the freedom you had known just a short time before. And besides that, he was correct. He'd done something for you. And you were undeniably grateful, as much as you loathed to consider that fact.

"Not long now, girl. We're almost done. But you gotta let me get mine now, that's just polite."

Without stopping to think, you nodded, agreeing with him a little more enthusiastically than you wanted to. Anything to have this over with, that's what you could tell yourself, and anyone else who found out. The sooner he commenced with that was coming, the sooner you could go back to camp and scrub yourself clean in the river. If you were quick enough, you might not have to let the fact that you were enjoying yourself settle in. You could forget it ever happened, never have to fear returning to this moment in your nightmares, or more likely, your more pleasant dreams.

"Now, did you know that it's been quite a while since old Micah Bell has seen any action?"

It did, actually. For all that he was away from camp, you imagine that he might be in brothels or saloons, paying for what he wanted or taking it by force as he was now.

"We're just so busy these days, on the run from the law. Can't find the time to woo a girl proper. And none of you in camp are interested. You all think you're too good or me."

It was as if he had angered himself just by thinking about it, irritated enough by your previous rejections that he grabbed your arm, fingers pinching your skin, and turning you around forcefully. Then, his palms were on your shoulders, pushing you to your knees once more, the worn toe of his boot between your shoulder blades as he kicked you onto all fours.

"In fact I think the last time... yeah, it was Jenny! You never met her, but boy, she was a dirty little thing. Not quite as filthy as you are though. You're much worse. Which believe me, is far better. You feel better, even. Taste better too."

With very little grace he began to pull his pants down, shuffling unceremoniously until they were at his ankles. His legs, now exposed, were a concerning sight. Sparse, light blonde hair covered his limbs and did a poor job at concealing the extensive bruising on his skin. In what you imagined must have been a painful move, given the scrapes that currently marred his knees, he sank down to the ground, lowering himelf to your level. He knelt on one leg at one side of you, the other side trapped by his foot which was planted firmly on the ground. And then he pulled at your hips, bringing you closer to him. The heat of his cock, the sticky texture of his precum, settled aganst your rear as he shifted between your cheeks, trying to work himself to the correct angle.

"It's a shame what happened to her, you know. She could've been carrying Micah Bell the fourth for all I know. And then she was snuffed out."

There was almost a sense of regret, of genuine sorrow, in his tone. But he quickly snuffed it out with a continuation of the crude remarks you knew so well.

"No problem, I can try again with you. Let's see if we can't carry on this great lineage after all. You'd make fine breeding stock."

He made a playful grab for your hips, palms sliding underneath you as his fingers gripped at your stomach before he pulled them away from your body to his own. He spat onto his palm and rubbed it along his length, gripping his cock at the base and positioning it against your ready, swollen lips. And then he pushed himself inside of you with a deep and pleading grunt.

"Stallion like me? Who wouldn't pay for me to stud. You're lucky you're getting it for free."

Micah began rutting into you, his cock throbbing against your walls, stretching it as he pressed deeper into you. Your walls clenched, body tense as he grabbed desperately at your waist. Each grunt seemed higher in pitch, weaker towards the end as his voice trailed off into a whine. You could feel him trembling, his knees shaking almost immediately, which meant he was close to finishing. The ordeal was almost over, and yet you noticed yourself clenching tighter, muscles contracting around him, trying to keep him there within you for just a few more seconds. You were taking pride in the soft praise he was muttering, words about how warm you were, how inviting you seemed, wet and waiting, a fool for rejecting him, clever enough to take him up on the offer next time.

"You're all so prissy... hng... so scared of me... But it's really not that bad is it? Heh... You can tell them all ...ah... if you want... tell them... tell them Micah Bell did you good."

He tossed his head back, a feeble whimper caught in his throat as he bucked into you hard, a sudden warmth filling you. He stayed there, twitching inside of your cunt, his cock keeping his cum inside of you until he eventually pulled out and watched as the creamy residue dripped out of you and onto the grass. His hand reached out, and for a moment you thought he might be offering it to you, a gentlemanly aid to get you off of your knees, but instead he gripped your skirt and wiped his hands on it. Then, he pulled at the fabric, rubbing it over the flushed head of his cock, cleaning himself before he started pulling his pants back up.

When you had scrambled back up and onto your feet, you were quickly pulled into a kiss, one that felt neither romantic nor necessary. It was almost as though he thought it was a courtesy, the right way to end what had just happened. You could smell yourself on his lips, and as his moustache brushed against you, the kiss deepning into something far more crude and animalistic than a pleasant goodbye, you could make out the dark smell of whisky and cigarettes, and something far more acrid lingering below even that.

Luckily, he pulled back before you began to choke for air, or gagged on his tongue which had begun to slide itself down your throat. And as you stared at him in disbelief, still not sure of how to process everything that had just happened to you, he put out his hand again, this time in a genuine gesture.

"Will you accompany me back to camp, miss?"

The shift in his tone was so strange. It sounded like there was genuine feeling, hope, behind the words. You looked at his palm, then up to his eyes, confusion settling on your brow before a grimace curled over your lips. Jilted once again, Micah spat at your feet.

"Fuck you then, lady. I don't need everyone asking questions about you and me, anyway. There's plenty of other women who could... I got better things to be doing than playing house with you."

As he walked back towards the glow of the campfires you watched him carefully, not daring to move until you were certain you could make it back safely to your mat with the other girls. And your blood ran cold as he stopped and turned on his heel, a sneer pressed into his cheeks as he spoke.

"I wouldn't go blabbing about this. If you start showing, I might make an honest woman of you. Until then..."

He pressed a finger to his lips, silencing you, before walking off with another giggle, the snort echoing between the trees as you watched his disappear at the treeline.

[glasshurt]

ᗢ   .  *  !!⠀⠀ DIAMOND MIND is a five member band that debuted independently in 2015 featuring members daewoon, enid, matilda and maisie. the latter two’s music journey would start with the band’s single release of breezeblocks on janurary 3. performing in maisie’s garage on the weekends, breezeblocks remained the band’s only song for a year before daewoon would leave america, and thus leave the band. left without a guitarist, maisie and birdie assumed their dreams for the band were over, until they met cale shortly after. picking him up as their new guitarist, diamond mind would continue to make indie music until they were they signed under dove house in 2017, shortly after their first ep glass hearts had started doing numbers on youtube—hoping that being signed under a large company would bring more attention to their band.

all the members save for enid signed under dove house, and following enid’s departure came the addition of members kija and minh. it would be a full year before diamond mind released any new music under the label. things had shifted around entirely, with matilda becoming the drummer in enid’s absence and maisie picking up his role as the lead singer in the majority of their releases. when this was met with backlash from previous fans of the band, matilda would speak up saying that “the shift was purposeful”, and all that mattered was that they were still the ones writing and composing their music.

shortly after diamond mind’s official company debut with the extended play shatter me, the band would be involved in a scandal after daewoon came out and claimed the album was a dig at him and former member enid. this became an even bigger issue when fans pointed out that the album was written mostly by maisie, who was previously in a romantic relationship with daewoon when the band first started. as a result, she would be put on hiatus for six months, before dove house would suddenly come out with the news that daewoon was being sued and investigated. to this day fans still have no clue of what truly happened. the lawsuit and scandal would however bring attention to diamond mind, and while they are decently popular they are also known for having a ‘problematic reputation’.

ᗢ *. OVERVIEW

ᗢ ⠀LABEL. DOVE HOUSE.

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ᗢ ⠀FORMER MEMBERS. PARK DAEWOON, 2000. ENID BENNET, 2000.

[ao3feed-itafushi]

Freaky Frantic fanfic collection

by CornBreadGaming04, Mayoslurp Frantic fanfic Bullshit me and some friends collaborated on over the course of Several nights 🤑🙏🙏 Words: 833, Chapters: 4/12, Language: English Fandoms: Vocaloid, 呪術��戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), Bleach (Anime & Manga), Soul Eater (Anime & Manga), Breaking Bad, SpongeBob SquarePants (Cartoon), Dragon Ball, Super Mario & Related Fandoms, Family Guy (Cartoon), Skibidi Toilet (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Freakybob - Character, Son Gohan, Trunks Briefs, Aizen Sousuke, Evil Aizen - Character, Hirako Shinji, Kurosaki Ichigo, Crona (Soul Eater), Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Hatsune Miku, Jesse Pinkman, MatPat, Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Toudou Aoi (Jujutsu Kaisen), Joe Swanson, Normal Skibidi Toilet(s) (Skibidi Toilet), Mahoraga (Jujutsu Kaisen), Getou Suguru Relationships: Aizen Sousuke/Hirako Shinji, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Trunks Briefs & Son Gohan, Kurosaki Ichigo & Duke Dennis, Fushiguro Megumi & MatPat, Crona & Jesse Pinkman, Maka Albarn/Crona, Fushiguro Megumi & Crona, Hatsune Miku & Todo Aoi, Joe Swanson/Skibidi Toilet Additional Tags: Written in Frantic Fanfic, Crossover, Crack, Drugs, Mentioned Maka Albarn, Freaky, Doomed Relationship, Yuri, Yaoi, Pregnancy, Mpreg, we do not actually like Mpreg, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cum drinking, Public Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, Geto is pregnant 🥰🥰, what the hell is happening from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/YvEpr9G

[campbitch]

point horror is an aggregate horror series created in 1991 by scholastic inc, with novels written by authors r.l. stine,  lisa j. Smith, diane hoh, richie tankersley cusick, christopher pike, and caroline b. cooney. point horror is being made into a tv anthology series by hbo max (titled "point fear", possibly dead in the water w/ the restructuring of the service...). this post is about the locations and main plot points in the series. this post has mentions of suicide, drownings, and murder. please tread carefully. non-rp blogs do not interact with this post.

nightmare hall (spinoff series, diane hoh) — not it's actual name, but what students at the university refer to it as. a girl was said to have hanged herself in the dorm of the main character. the actual dorm building is nightingale hall at salem university. there's a pizza place on campus and a mechanical wizard fortune teller machine that kids go wild asking questions of. the popular sorority is omega phi delta. tri gamma from twisted could also be a sorority at salem u, but they are different authors.

the country house (trick or treat, richie tankersley cusick) — located somewhere in illinois outside of chicago. there's a cemetery on the property.

manorwood (help wanted, richie tankersley cusick) — located in florida, manorwood is the stately home of the swanson family, and the site of another supposed suicide that was actually murder.

santa luisa (funhouse, diane hoh) — assumed to be in california, santa luisa is a small boardwalk beach town with an amusement park.

greenhaven (the invitation, diane hoh) — connecticut adjacent, this is a book where popular cass rockham's fall party is legendary in their small town, but invites mayhem and murder one unsuspecting year.

the lake (the accident, diane hoh) — the lake is where a young girl drowned and is now haunted by her ghost. main character megan gets possessed by the ghost for a while. the ghost (i think her name is jane?) uses mirrors to find people she wants to possess, so the ghost can pretty much go anywhere.

beverly island (the lifeguard, richie tankersley cusick) — deadly lifeguards make life a living hell for the tourists on beverly island. they should be saving people, right? not harming them? someone tell them that. seems to be modeled after a small fishing town in maine. beach house (r.l. stine) would likely take place in this same area, with a killer on the loose who never leaves any clue behind and disappears without a trace.

there is a perfume line consisting of poison, venom, and obsession, sold at the store dry ice (a hot topic dupe) in the local mall. the perfume is pulled from shelves and the store disappears from existence after wreaking havoc on dove's life.

a character has the ability to freeze people she touches and uses this to get revenge on her friend for dating the boy she likes.

vampires exist in this series and are featured in the cheerleader and the vampire's promise spinoff series.

[vintage-tech]

That time Ansco got into the Kodak Disc fad and put out the Fiesta-Tele in a waterproof case. A telephoto lens on a Kodak Disc and a waterproof case both seem a bit extra. But a bit of research shows Ansco dove in hard and also produced the 350, HR15, Cadet, and Memo cameras for that film format.

Truly extra is the time they made product premiums for Swanson pot pies. 😂

[luigifurone]

18. (Maggie)

"Maggie".

Appena entrato in casa: "Maggie". Forse era un pensiero sussurrato, o forse erano le labbra che s'erano mosse. Le stanze erano in penombra, con le tende tirate a metà. Era una bella giornata di sole. Gli stivali erano sporchi di terriccio e nella destra stringeva la pianta che aveva strappato. L'avrebbe messa a dimora più tardi. Era stato fortunato, quel pomeriggio, a trovarla. Prima di interrarne le radici, due o tre rose, le più fresche, sarebbero andate sul camino.

Margaret Swanson era la quinta di sette figli. A parte i capelli ramati e la tinta degli occhi, non aveva granché in comune con gli altri fratelli. Era nata nel Cheshire e si era trasferita lì, col resto della famiglia, quando aveva dodici anni. Era diventata amica di Anne, con cui condivideva aspettative irrequiete e lo stesso modo di guardare le cose. Anne era la cugina di George e così si erano conosciuti.

Era come un serpente, ciò che li aveva uniti. Una stretta difficile da districare, specie quando la loro carne era diventata quell'abbraccio.

Si sedette a guardare le rose. Le osservava inebetito, come fossero qualcosa di più che un'erba. Maggie non c'era nella sala. No, non c'era. Dov'era? Forse stava facendo la toeletta, di sopra. O magari era fuori. Qualcosa di triste s'era infilato sotto la sua pelle, dalle mani fino alla testa e là era diventata una piena. Non poteva reggerla. Si alzò, cominciò a girare nelle stanze a piano terra, mentre i suoi pensieri giravano ancor di più e infine uscì, sconfitto. Il sole era calato, l'aria era buia e fredda e sperava che gli facesse male.

Maggie aveva uno strano modo di sedere. Teneva le gambe aperte, la schiena puntata in avanti e le braccia, poggiate sulle ginocchia, che si riunivano ai polsi. Poi si ciondolava e guardava il mondo dall'alto in basso. E quegli occhi sembravano così lontani, così lontani che la gente di solito non pensava nemmeno di esserci, lì dove guardava lei. Lui invece sì.

Maggie aveva fili di rame, gli stessi dei capelli, che s'affacciavano sottili nel grigio dell'iride, come se fossero stati acconciati proprio per quello. Si spegnevano solo quando aveva goduto. George era pazzo di lei.

Rientrò in casa che per le vie non girava più nessuno. Potevano essere le tre. S'avanzò nel pallore permesso dalla luna, riuscì a distinguere le tre rose bianche sul cornicione di legno. No, non era successo in questa stanza.

"Maggie."

Ebbe l'impressione che lei gli fosse dietro … eccola. La gonna verde scuro, le pieghe che fasciavano le gambe, il petto che premeva sulle falde grigie della camicia. Le avrebbe stretto la vita. Sentiva il profumo del fiato di lei formarsi appena sopra le sue labbra.

Margaret non aveva chiesto mai nulla. Lei prendeva, lo prendeva, come si prende una cosa che ci appartenga, senza riserve, senza particolari preoccupazioni. Sapeva, Maggie, sapeva tutto di lui. Sapeva dove abitavano i sogni, ad esempio. Dove cercare i segreti, sapeva, e conosceva gli angoli dei cassetti e le pietre del giardino da rivoltare. E quando lo portava in fondo a quella strada che lui non aveva ancora percorso, George scopriva stupito solo in quel momento quanto avesse desiderato esserci, in quel punto.

Sapeva quasi tutto, maledizione.

Fece le scale. Perché non c'era, Maggie? Il profumo di prima era un'illusione, come le pieghe della gonna. Una tremenda illusione, come quella dell'amputato che crede di avere ancora l'arto, il resto del corpo proteso a disegnare armonie impossibili, la mano assente a danzare nell'aria. Un taglio che non ha tagliato, ecco cos'era. La mano era rimasta, ecco cos'era, sinistra, intoccabile, vuota, eppure ancora piena.

Sì, era stato proprio qui.

Che l'aveva uccisa.

[foreverspellboundhq]

ODILE SWANSON has just entered Walt’s Landing and is being played by RORY with a faceclaim of DOVE CAMERON. Welcome to town! In order to get up and going, please create a blog within twenty-four hours and follow everyone on the blogroll / send in your discord for ooc conversations. We can’t wait to see you here in Walt’s Landing.

[goryhorroor]

20s actresses

• norma shearer (1902-1983)

• clara bow (1905-1965)

• mary pickford (1892-1979)

• nina mae mckinney (1912-1967)

• bebe daniels (1901-1971)

• jobyna ralston (1899-1967)

• vilma banky (1901-1991)

• marion davies (1897-1961)

• anna may wong (1905-1961)

• lillian gish (1893-1993)

• louise brooks (1906-1985)

• lupe velez (1908-1944)

• janet gaynor (1906-1984)

• joan crawford (1904-1977)

• jane winton (1905-1959)

• billie dove (1903-1997)

• barbara kent (1907-2011)

• greta garbo (1905-1990)

• gloria swanson (1889-1983)

• mary astor (1906-1987)

[justforbooks]

The list is all about books and reading. Some are about or set in bookstores, others are perhaps about literary societies or book clubs, many are about libraries, and some are just about people who really love reading — you get the point. Overflowing in fun literary references and cozy nooks to read, it’s a great list to dive into if you’re looking for something to indulge the book lover in you.

If you have any additional suggestions, feel free to drop a comment below. Happy reading, book lovers!

The Shadow of the Wind CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON

Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookshop ROBIN SLOAN

The Book Thief MARKUS ZUSAK

Reading Lolita in Tehran AZAR NAFISI

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society MARY ANN SHAFFER

Fahrenheit 451 RAY BRADBURY

The Thirteenth Tale DIANE SETTERFIELD

84, Charing Cross Road HELENE HANFF

The Eyre Affair (Thursday Next #1) JASPER FFORDE

Lost in a Good Book (Thursday Next #2) JASPER FFORDE

The Club Dumas ARTURO PEREZ-REVERTE

People of the Book GERALDINE BROOKS

If on a Winter's Night a Traveler ITALO CALVINO

The Book of Lost Things JOHN CONNOLLY

The History of Love NICOLE KRAUSS

Writers & Lovers LILY KING

The Bookman's Tale CHARLIE LOVETT

First Impressions: A Novel of Old Books, Unexpected Love, and Jane Austen CHARLIE LOVETT

The Forgotten Garden KATE MORTON

Eight Perfect Murders (Malcolm Kershaw #1) PETER SWANSON

The Book of Lost Names KRISTIN HARMEL

Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows BALLI KAUR JASWAL

The Weight of Ink RACHEL KADISH

The Book of Speculation ERIKA SWYLER

The Bookshop of Yesterdays AMY MEYERSON

The Library of Lost and Found PHAEDRA PATRICK

The Library of the Unwritten (Hell's Library #1) A.J. HACKWITH

The Library Book SUSAN ORLEAN

The Invisible Library (The Invisible Library #1) GENEVIEVE COGMAN

Matilda ROALD DAHL

Ink and Bone (The Great Library #1) RACHEL CAINE

Inkheart (Inkworld, #1) CORNELIA FUNKE

The Book Charmer (Dove Pond #1) KAREN HAWKINS

Summer Hours at the Robbers Library SUE HALPERN

Camino Island (Camino Island #1) JOHN GRISHAM

The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek KIM MICHELE RICHARDSON

The Giver of Stars JOJO MOYES

The End of Your Life Book Club WILL SCHWALBE

The Bookish Life of Nina Hill ABBI WAXMAN

How to Find Love in a Bookshop VERONICA HENRY

Beach Read EMILY HENRY

The Dictionary of Lost Words BY PIP WILLIAMS

The Librarian of Auschwitz ANTONIO ITURBE

The Possessed: Adventures with Russian Books and the People Who Read Them ELIF BATUMAN

Midnight at the Bright Ideas Bookstore MATTHEW SULLIVAN

The Bookseller CYNTHIA SWANSON

A Discovery of Witches (All Souls Trilogy #1) DEBORAH E. HARKNESS

The Little Paris Bookshop NINA GEORGE

The Lost for Words Bookshop STEPHANIE BUTLAND

The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry GABRIELLE ZEVIN

The Lions of Fifth Avenue FIONA DAVIS

The Children's Book A.S. BYATT

Possession A. S. BYATT

The Reader BERNHARD SCHLINK

The Strange Library MURAKAMI HARUKI

The Historian ELIZABETH KOSTOVA

The Left-Handed Booksellers of London GARTH NIX

Lost For Words STEPHANIE BUTLAND

Murder by the Book LAUREN ELLIOTT

Booked To Die (Cliff Janeway #1) JOHN DUNNING

Trouble on the Books (Castle Bookshop Mystery #1) ESSIE LANG

By Book or By Crook (Lighthouse Library Mystery #1) EVA GATES

The Case of the Missing Books (Mobile Library Mystery #1) IAN SANSOM

The Uncommon Reader ALAN BENNETT

The Violets of March SARAH JIO

Book Lust: Recommended Reading for Every Mood, Moment, and Reason NANCY PEARL

The Man Who Loved Books Too Much: The True Story of a Thief, a Detective, and a World of Literary Obsession ALLISON HOOVER BARTLETT

The Lost and Found Bookshop SUSAN WIGGS

The Eighth Detective ALEX PAVESI

The Fifth Avenue Story Society RACHEL HAUCK

The Hazel Wood (The Hazel Wood #1) MELISSA ALBERT

The Stranger Diaries (Harbinder Kaur #1) ELLY GRIFFITHS

The Ghostwriter ALESSANDRA TORRE

The Editor STEVEN ROWLEY

Suggested Reading DAVE CONNIS

The Last Bookshop in London MADELINE MARTIN

The Bookshop on the Corner (Scottish Bookshop #1) JENNY COLGAN

The Bookshop on the Shore (Scottish Bookshop #2) JENNY COLGAN

The Haunted Bookshop (Parnassus Series #2) CHRISTOPHER MORLEY

The Camel Bookmobile MASHA HAMILTON

The Bookshop Book JEN CAMPBELL

The Last Bookaneer MATTHEW PEARL

The Jane Austen Book Club KAREN JOY FOWLER

The Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend KATARINA BIVALD

The Bar Harbor Retirement Home for Famous Writers TERRI-LYNNE DEFINO

The Diary of a Bookseller SHAUN BYTHELL

The Jane Austen Society NATALIE JENNER

The Princess Bride WILLIAM GOLDMAN

The Library at the Edge of the World FELICITY HAYES-MCCOY

The Starless Sea ERIN MORGENSTERN

The Bookshop PENELOPE FITZGERALD

Confessions of a Bookseller SHAUN BYTHELL

The Night Bookmobile NIFFENEGGER

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires GRADY HENDRIX

The Lending Library ALIZA FOGELSON

The Borrower REBECCA MAKKAI

Lost in a Good Book JASPER FFORDE

The Name of the Rose UMBERTO ECO

The Library of Babel JORGE LUIS BORGES

Bookworm: A Memoir of Childhood Reading  LUCY MANGAN

Anna Karenina Fix: Life Lessons from Russian Literature  VIV GROSKOP

Howard's End  E. M. FORSTER

Don Quixote  MIGUEL De CERVANTES SAAVEDRA

The Last Book Party KAREN DUKESS

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at http://justforbooks.tumblr.com

[starlynnsoffscreen]

Soon after a lovely Harvestfest dinner, it was time for Finley to age into a child.

Dove made him a normal chocolate cake and added candles for him to age up.

Goodbye, toddler Finley, you were so cute, and as sad as it is to see you age up, I know you will do great things.

🧡 Navigation // Family Tree 🧡

[reddeadrevolutionn]

Request by @sweetest-redemption

“Well I’m definitely a sucker for Charles at the moment haha. Maybe how would he react and the other gang members if his SO couldn’t walk after a run in with the O’driscolls? Like she gets shot in the leg and loses feeling so Charles helps her walk and maybe makes her a mobility aid like crutches? I’m disabled in real life so I would be a total sucker for that haha”

This is Such a cute idea! I’m so in love with it! I really hope I’ve done it justice :)

You were always an eager member of the gang

And were a good shooter

Which meant you were often allowed to go on runs, and sometimes even jobs

And none of them ever went wrong for you

But now the day had came

You, John, and Lenny had went out to find out some information

And You were ambushed by O’Driscolls

And although you fought well, there was too many of them

And you were shot

The bullet had pierced through your leg

Lenny and John had managed to eventually clear out the rest of them, but it took a while.

Meanwhile you were gripping your leg

And biting through the pain

The men had rushed over to you and had hoisted you onto John’s horse

Where you were hurried back to camp

When Charles saw you he quickly dropped whatever he was doing and ran over to you, lifting you from the horse

“Reverend! Abigail! Help!” John had yelled

Charles laid you on your bedroll

Stroking your hair

“You’ll be okay, my dove”

Swanson and Abigail soon arrived and began tending to you

Reverend gave you morphine

And Abigail had to sew you up

You were lucky it had been a clean shot.

But it had, unfortunately, damaged your nerves

Leaving you paralysed in that leg.

You were on bed rest for weeks

And when the day finally came where Miss G allowed you to get up

Charles was by your side the whole time.

“Easy now,” he had said

You were gripping his bicep as he helped you stand

You put all your weight on your good leg and tried to take a step forward

Only to collapse into Charles’s arms.

“Damnit!” You groaned

He sat you down and kissed your hands “don’t worry, you just need practice.”

The next few days you tried and tried again, but to no success.

One day Charles came up to you and picked you up bridal style

“What are you doing?!” You exclaimed

He smiled slightly “I have something for you, dove.”

He brought you to the edge of camp before sitting you down against a tree.

He grabbed something behind said tree and grinned

“I’ve made these for you. It’ll help you out a lot.”

Your eyes widened as you saw the crutches

“I-I don’t know what to say,”

You were practically crying at this point

He shook his head “you don’t have to say anything. Let me help you.”

He lifted you and you positioned yourself with the crutches.

It was still difficult to walk, but you managed to go significantly further than you ever had.

You grinned at him and placed a hand on his cheek

“Thank you, Charles. Really,”

“Anything for you, dove.” He placed a hand on top of yours.

[hoffmans-hoffman]

Master list

Master list part 2/Bits, bobs and gods

Master list part 3/MONSTER MASH

Master list part four

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Road 96

Oc: Jason Kidd/Wild Fire:

Ocs: Tex and Hex:

Oc: Father Tommy Green/Unknown:

Jarod:

Papa Bear/John:

Fanny:

Stan:

Mitch:

Adam:

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Poirot(movie series)

Oc: Sämael Hastings: 1, 2

Oc: Doctor Herbert Graves:

Poirot:

Bouc:

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Top Gun(Both)

Oc: Richard "Dove" Bradshaw:

Oc: Wayne "Flames" Foghorn:

Oc: Raymond "R.C" Dennis:

Oc: "Wiggle" Hacksaw:

Oc: Damian "Lucifer/Omen" Truck:

Goose:

Chipper:

Iceman:

Hangman:

Rooster:

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Rdr-rdr2

Oc: Carter Thomas: 1, 2, 3

OC: L. Thomas:

OC: Robert Greetree:

OC: Nathaniel Greentree:

OC: Silent Sam:

Dutch Van der Linder:

Sean:

Javier:

Swanson:

Hosea:

Trelawny:

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The Godfather (All movies)

Oc: Luce "Fell off a truck" Del Sole: 1

Oc: "Incubo" Creatore:

Oc: "Snap" Molinari:

Oc: Mateo Cato: 1

Oc: Deek Samuels

Oc: Valentino Corleone:

Oc: Benni Del Sole

Oc: Sean "Giovanni" Grace

Oc: Cameron Del Sole: 1 ,

Oc: Dean "Dino" Corleone: 1

Oc: Vito "Viggo" Corleone:

Oc: Tito Fontane:

Sonny Corleone:

Vincent Corleone:

Tom Hagen:

Michael Corleone:

Enzo the Baker:

Mo Green:

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Downtown abby

Oc: Theodore "Theo" Mason:

Oc: Roger Graves:

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Mafia 2

Oc: "Lucy": 1 , 2

Oc: Salvador "Sally" Falcone:

Oc: Dez O'Neill:

Oc: Levon Greystone:

Oc: Amore Moulin:

Oc: "Liv" :

Oc: Jose Garcia:

Oc: Marigold Tomasino:

Vito:

Joe:

Henry:

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Barney Miller

Oc: Jake Shean:

Oc: Arty Greenstone:

Dietrich:

Barney:

Wojo:

Harris:

[timeless-hollywood-classics]

Lupe Vélez (born María Guadalupe Villalobos Vélez; July 18, 1908 – December 14, 1944) was a Mexican actress, dancer and singer during the "Golden Age" of Hollywood films.

Vélez began her career as a performer in Mexican vaudeville in the early 1920s. After moving to the United States, she made her first film appearance in a short in 1927. By the end of the decade, she was acting in full-length silent films and had progressed to leading roles in The Gaucho (1927), Lady of the Pavements (1928) and Wolf Song (1929), among others. Vélez then made the transition to sound films without difficulty. She was one of the first successful Latin-American actresses in Hollywood. During the 1930s, her well-known explosive screen persona was exploited in several successful comedic films like Hot Pepper (1933), Strictly Dynamite (1934) and Hollywood Party (1934). In the 1940s, Vélez's popularity peaked after appearing as Carmelita Fuentes in eight Mexican Spitfire films, a series created to capitalize on Vélez's well-documented fiery personality.

Nicknamed The Mexican Spitfire by the media, Vélez's personal life was as colorful as her screen persona. She had several highly publicized romances with Hollywood actors and a stormy marriage with Johnny Weissmuller. In December 1944, Vélez died of an intentional overdose of the barbiturate drug Seconal. Her death and the circumstances surrounding it have been the subject of speculation and controversy.

Vélez was born in the city of San Luis Potosí in Mexico, the daughter of Jacobo Villalobos Reyes, a colonel in the armed forces of the dictator Porfirio Diaz, and his wife Josefina Vélez, an opera singer according to some sources, or vaudeville singer according to others. She was one of five children; she had three sisters: Mercedes, Reina and Josefina and a brother, Emigdio. According to Vélez's second cousin, the Villalobos family were considered prominent in San Luis Potosí and most of the male family members were college educated. The family was also financially comfortable and lived in a large home.

At the age of 13, her parents sent her to study at Our Lady of the Lake (now Our Lady of the Lake University) in San Antonio, Texas. It was at Our Lady of the Lake that Vélez learned to speak English and began to dance. She later admitted that she liked dance class, but was otherwise a poor student.

Vélez began her career in Mexican revues in the early 1920s. She initially performed under her paternal surname (see Hispanic American naming customs) of Villalobos, but after her father returned home from the war (he did not die in combat as some sources state), he was outraged that his daughter had decided to become a stage performer. She chose her maternal surname Vélez as her stage name. Their mother introduced Vélez and her sister Josefina to the popular Spanish Mexican vedette María Conesa, "La Gatita Blanca". Vélez debuted in a show led by Conesa, where she sang "Oh Charley, My Boy" and danced the shimmy.[6] In 1924, Aurelio Campos, a young pianist and friend of the Vélez sisters, recommended Vélez to stage producers Carlos Ortega and Manuel Castro. Ortega and Castro were preparing a season revue at the Regis Theatre, and hired Vélez to join the company in March 1925. Later that year, Vélez starred in the revues Mexican Rataplan and ¡No lo tapes! (both parodies of the Bataclan's shows in Paris). Her suggestive singing and provocative dancing was a hit with audiences, and she soon established herself as one of the main stars of vaudeville in Mexico. After a year and a half, Vélez left the revue after the manager refused to give her a raise. She then joined the Teatro Principal, but was fired after three months due to her "feisty attitude". Vélez was quickly hired by the Teatro Lirico, where her salary rose to 100 pesos a day.

Vélez, whose volatile and spirited personality and feuds with other performers were often covered by the Mexican press, also honed her ability for garnering publicity. Her most bitter rivals included the Mexican vedettes Celia Padilla, Celia Montalván, and Delia Magaña. Called La Niña Lupe because of her youth, Vélez soon established herself as one of the main stars of vaudeville in Mexico. Among her admirers were notable Mexican poets and writers like José Gorostiza and Renato Leduc.

In 1926, Frank A. Woodyard, an American who had seen Vélez perform, recommended her to stage director Richard Bennett (the father of actresses Joan and Constance Bennett). Bennett was looking for an actress to portray a Mexican cantina singer in his upcoming play The Dove. He sent Vélez a telegram inviting her to Los Angeles to appear in the play. Vélez had been planning to go to Cuba to perform, but quickly changed her plans and traveled to Los Angeles. However, upon arrival, she discovered that she had been replaced by another actress.

While in Los Angeles, she met the comedian Fanny Brice. Brice was taken with Vélez and later said she had never met a more fascinating personality. She promoted Vélez's career as a dancer and recommended her to Flo Ziegfeld, who hired her to perform in New York City. While Vélez was preparing to leave Los Angeles, she received a call from Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer producer Harry Rapf, who offered her a screen test. Producer and director Hal Roach saw Vélez's screen test and hired her for a small role in the comic Laurel and Hardy short Sailors, Beware!.

After her debut in the short film Sailors, Beware!, Vélez appeared in the Hal Roach short, What Women Did for Me, opposite Charley Chase. Later that year, she did a screen test for the upcoming Douglas Fairbanks full length film The Gaucho. Fairbanks was impressed by Vélez and he quickly signed her to a contract. Upon its release in 1927, The Gaucho was a hit and critics were duly impressed with Vélez's ability to hold her own alongside Fairbanks, who was well known for his spirited acting and impressive stunts.

Vélez made her second major film, Stand and Deliver (1928), directed by Cecil B. DeMille. That same year, she was named one of the WAMPAS Baby Stars. In 1929, Vélez appeared in Lady of the Pavements, directed by D. W. Griffith and Where East Is East, playing a young Chinese woman. In the western film Wolf Song directed by Victor Fleming, she appears alongside Gary Cooper. As she was regularly cast as "exotic" or "ethnic" women that were volatile and hot tempered, gossip columnists took to referring to Vélez as "Mexican Hurricane", "The Mexican Wildcat", "The Mexican Madcap", "Whoopee Lupe" and "The Hot Tamale".

By 1929, the film industry was transitioning from silents to sound films. Several stars of the era saw their careers abruptly end due to heavy accents or voices that recorded poorly. Studio executives predicted that Vélez's accent would likely hamper her ability to make the transition. That idea was dispelled after she appeared in her first all-talking picture in 1929, the Rin Tin Tin vehicle, Tiger Rose. The film was a hit and Vélez's sound career was established.

With the arrival of talkies, Vélez appeared in a series of Pre-Code films like Hell Harbor (directed by Henry King), The Storm (1930, directed by William Wyler), and the crime drama East Is West opposite Edward G. Robinson (1930). In 1931, she appeared in her second film for Cecil B. DeMille, Squaw Man, opposite Warner Baxter, and in Resurrection, directed by Edwin Carewe. In 1932, Vélez filmed The Cuban Love Song (1931), with the popular singer Lawrence Tibbett. That same year, she had a supporting role in Kongo (a sound remake of West of Zanzibar), with Walter Huston. She also starred in Spanish-language versions of some of her movies produced by the Universal Studios like Resurrección (1931, the Spanish version of Resurrection), and Hombres en mi vida (1932, the Spanish version of Men in Her Life). Vélez soon found her niche in comedy, playing beautiful, but volatile, characters.

In February 1932, Vélez took a break from her film career and traveled to New York City where she was signed by Broadway impresario Florenz Ziegfeld, Jr. to take over the role of "Conchita" in the musical revue Hot-Cha!. The show also starred Bert Lahr, Eleanor Powell and Buddy Rogers.

In 1933, Vélez appeared in the films The Half-Naked Truth with Lee Tracy and Hot Pepper, with Victor McLaglen and Edmund Lowe. Later that year, she returned to Broadway where she starred opposite Jimmy Durante in the musical revue Strike Me Pink. In 1934, she filmed Palooka and Strictly Dynamite (both also with Durante). That same year, Vélez was cast as "Slim Girl" in Laughing Boy with Ramón Novarro. The film was quietly released and largely ignored. The few reviews it received panned the film, but praised Vélez's performance. She had more success with her brief appearance in the star packed film Hollywood Party, where she has a magnificent comic routine with Laurel and Hardy. Although Vélez was a popular actress, RKO Pictures did not renew her contract in 1934. Over the next few years, Vélez worked for various studios as a freelance actress; she also spent two years in England where she filmed The Morals of Marcus and Gypsy Melody (both 1936). She returned to Los Angeles the following year where she appeared in the final part of the Wheeler & Woolsey comedy High Flyers (1937).

Vélez last Broadway performance was in the 1938 musical You Never Know, by Cole Porter. The show received poor reviews from critics, but received a large amount of publicity due to the feud between Vélez and fellow cast member Libby Holman. Holman was also irritated by the attention Vélez garnered from the show with her impressions of several actresses including Gloria Swanson, Katharine Hepburn and Shirley Temple. The feud came to a head during a performance in New Haven, Connecticut after Vélez punched Holman in between curtain calls and gave her a black eye. The feud effectively ended the show.

Upon her return to Mexico City in 1938 to star in her first Mexican film, Vélez was greeted by ten thousand fans. The film La Zandunga directed by Fernando de Fuentes, co-starring Mexican actor Arturo de Córdova, was a critical and financial success and Vélez was slated to appear in four more Mexican films. She instead returned to Los Angeles and went back to work for RKO Pictures.

In 1939, Vélez was cast opposite Leon Errol and Donald Woods in a B-comedy, The Girl from Mexico. Despite being a B film, it was a hit with audiences and RKO re-teamed her with Errol and Wood for a sequel, Mexican Spitfire. That film was also a success and led to a series of Spitfire films (eight in all). In the series, Vélez portrays "Carmelita Lindsay", a temperamental yet friendly Mexican singer married to Dennis "Denny" Lindsay (Woods), an elegant American gentleman.[26] The Spitfire films rejuvenated Vélez's career. Moreover, they were films in which a Latina headlined for eight movies straight –a true rarity.

In addition to the Spitfire series, she was cast in another musical and comedy features for RKO, Universal Pictures, and Columbia Pictures. Some of these films were Six Lessons from Madame La Zonga (1941), Playmates (1941), opposite John Barrymore, and Redhead from Manhattan (1943). In 1943, the final film in the Spitfire series, Mexican Spitfire's Blessed Event, was released. By that time, the novelty of the series had begun to wane.

Vélez co-starred with Eddie Albert in a 1943 romantic comedy, Ladies' Day, about an actress and a baseball player. In 1944, Vélez returned to Mexico to star in an adaptation of Émile Zola's novel Nana, which was well-received. It would be her final film. After filming wrapped, Vélez returned to Los Angeles and began preparing for another stage role in New York.

On the evening of December 13, 1944, Vélez dined with her two friends, the silent film star Estelle Taylor and Venita Oakie. In the early morning hours of December 14, Vélez retired to her bedroom, where she consumed 75 Seconal pills and a glass of brandy. Her secretary, Beulah Kinder, found the actress's body on her bed later that morning. A suicide note addressed to Harald Ramond was found nearby. It read:

To Harald, May God forgive you and forgive me too, but I prefer to take my life away and our baby's before I bring him with shame or killing him. – Lupe.

On the back of the note, Vélez wrote:

How could you, Harald, fake such a great love for me and our baby when all the time, you didn't want us? I see no other way out for me, so goodbye, and good luck to you, Love Lupe.[

The day after Vélez's death, Harald Ramond told the press that he was "so confused" by Vélez's suicide, and claimed that even though the two had broken up, he had agreed to marry Vélez.[33] He admitted that he once asked Vélez to sign an agreement stating that he was only marrying her to "give the baby a name", but claimed he only did so because he and Vélez had had a fight, and he was in a "terrible temper". Actress Estelle Taylor, who was with Vélez from 9:00 the previous night until 3:30 the morning Vélez died, told the press that Vélez had told her of her pregnancy, but said she would rather kill herself than have an abortion (Vélez was a devout Roman Catholic). Beulah Kinder, Vélez's secretary, later told investigators that after Vélez broke off the relationship with Ramond, she planned to go to Mexico to have her baby. Kinder said Vélez soon changed her mind after concluding that Ramond "faked" the relationship and considered having an abortion.

The day after Vélez's death, the Los Angeles County coroner requested that an inquest be opened to investigate the circumstances surrounding her death. On December 16, the coroner dropped the request, after determining that Vélez had written the notes, and that she had intended to kill herself. On December 22, a funeral for Vélez was held at the mortuary at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Los Angeles. Among the pallbearers were Vélez's ex-husband, Johnny Weissmuller, and actor Gilbert Roland. After the service, Vélez's body was sent by train to Mexico City, where a second service was held on December 27. Her body was then interred at Panteón Civil de Dolores Cemetery.

Despite the coroner's ruling that Vélez committed suicide to avoid the shame of bearing an illegitimate child, some authors have theorized that this was not entirely true.

In the book From Bananas to Buttocks: The Latina Body in Popular Film and Culture, Rosa-Linda Fregoso wrote that Vélez was known for her defiance of contemporary moral convention, and that it seems unlikely that she could not have reconciled having a child out of wedlock. Fregoso believes that in the final year of her life, Vélez exhibited signs of extreme mania and depression. Fregoso goes on to speculate that Vélez's death may have been the result of an untreated mental illness such as bipolar disorder.

Robert Slatzer (who later claimed to have been secretly married to Marilyn Monroe) claimed that a few weeks before Vélez's death, he interviewed her at her home and she confided in him that she was pregnant with Gary Cooper's child (by that time, Cooper was married to socialite Veronica "Rocky" Balfe). According to Slatzer, Vélez said that Cooper refused to acknowledge the child, believing that Harald Ramond was the father. After Vélez died, Slatzer said he asked Cooper about the situation and Cooper confirmed that it was possible he might have been the father. Slatzer further claimed that he also interviewed Clara Bow (who had also dated Cooper in the 1920s), who revealed that shortly before Vélez's death, Cooper called her and screamed that he was going to kill Harald Ramond for impregnating Vélez. Slazter claimed that Bow told him that she never believed Vélez's baby was fathered by Ramond, and that she was convinced that Vélez had attempted to get Ramond to marry her to protect Cooper's reputation. Biographer Michelle Vogel speculated that if Cooper was the father, his rejection of Vélez and their child coupled with the idea of having to raise a child alone may have sent Vélez "over the edge".

In the 2002 book Tarzan, My Father Johnny Weissmuller Jr recounted the events surrounding Vélez's death as a mystery caused by an attempt to "put a lid" on what happened. It states her housekeeper discovered her body and called Bo Roos, Vélez's business manager, who called his friend and Beverly Hills Police Chief Anderson to the scene. The book states after Vélez arranged to meet Ramond, decorated her room and dressed in a negligee, her ingestion of Seconal was either to calm her nerves to meet him or a failed dramatic gesture to scare him. The book also suggested the baby was fathered possibly by Cooper not Ramond.

Vélez's death was recounted in the 1959 book Hollywood Babylon by Kenneth Anger and has become urban legend. In his telling, Vélez planned to stage a beautiful suicide scene atop her satin bed, but the Seconal did not mix well with the "Mexi-Spice Last Supper" she had eaten earlier that evening. As a result, she became violently ill, stumbled to the bathroom to vomit, slipped on the bathroom floor tile and fell head first into the toilet, where she subsequently drowned. Anger claimed that Vélez's "chambermaid" Juanita found her the next morning. Despite the fact that his version of events contradicts published reports and the official ruling, his story is often repeated as fact or for comedic effect – it was recounted in the pilot episode of the television comedy series Frasier, and also referenced in an episode of the cartoon The Simpsons. Vélez's biographer, Michelle Vogel, points out that it would have been "virtually impossible" for Vélez to have "stumbled to the bathroom" or even get off her bed after having consumed such a large amount of Seconal. Seconal, a barbiturate, is noted for being fast acting even in small doses and Vélez's death was likely instantaneous. Her death certificate lists "Seconal poisoning" due to "ingestion of Seconal" as the cause of death, not drowning. Further, there was also no evidence to suggest Vélez had vomited.

Throughout her career, Vélez's onscreen persona of a hot tempered, lusty "wild" woman was closely tied to her off screen personality. The press often referred to her by such names as "The Mexican Spitfire", "The Mexican It girl" and "The Mexican Kitten". Publicly promoted with the "Whoopee Lupe" persona that tried to define her, she dismissed the idea that she was uncontrollably wild. In an interview, she said:

What I attribute my success?, I think, simply, because I'm different. I'm not beautiful, but I have beautiful eyes and know exactly what to do with them. Although the public thinks that I'm a very wild girl. Actually I'm not. I'm just me, Lupe Vélez, simple and natural Lupe. If I'm happy, I dance and sing and acted like a child. And if something irritates me, I cry and sob. Someone called that 'personality'. The Personality is nothing more than behave with others as you really are. If I tried to look and act like Norma Talmadge, the great dramatic actress, or like Corinne Griffith, the aristocrat of the movies, or like Mary Pickford, the sweet and gentle Mary, I would be nothing more than an imitation. I just want to be myself: Lupe Vélez.

Vélez's off-screen behavior blurred the line between her onscreen persona and her real personality. After her death, journalist Bob Thomas recalled that Vélez was a "lively part of the Hollywood scene" who wore loud clothing and made as much noise as possible. She attended boxing matches every Friday night at the Hollywood Legion Stadium and would stand on her ringside seat and scream at the fighters.

Vélez's temper and jealousy in her often tempestuous romantic relationships were well documented and became tabloid fodder, often overshadowing her career. Vélez was straightforward with the press and was regularly contacted by gossip columnists for stories about her romantic exploits. One such incident included Vélez chasing her lover Gary Cooper around with a knife during an argument and cutting him severely enough to require stitches. After their breakup, Vélez attempted to shoot Cooper while he boarded a train. During her marriage to actor Johnny Weissmuller, stories of their frequent physical fights were regularly reported in the press. Vélez reportedly inflicted scratches, bruises, and love-bites on Weissmuller during their fights and "passionate love-making".

Vélez often targeted fellow actresses whom she deemed as rivals, professionally or otherwise, a habit which began back in her vaudeville days and continued in films. Vélez's image was that of a wild, highly sexualized woman who spoke her mind and was not considered a "lady", while fellow Mexican actress Dolores del Río projected herself as sensual, but classy and restrained, often hailing from aristocratic roots. Vélez hated del Río, and called her "bird of bad omen". Del Río was terrified to meet her in public places. When this happened, Vélez was scathing and aggressive. Vélez openly mimicked del Río, ironically making fun of her elegance. Vélez also disliked Marlene Dietrich whom she suspected of having an affair with Gary Cooper while filming Morocco in 1930. Her rivalries with Jetta Goudal, Lilyan Tashman and Libby Holman were also well documented. In retaliation, Vélez would perform scathing impersonations of the women she disliked at Hollywood parties. Also notable are her imitations of figures such as Greta Garbo, Marlene Dietrich, Fanny Brice, Gloria Swanson, Katharine Hepburn, Simone Simon, and Shirley Temple.

Vélez was involved in several highly publicized and often stormy relationships. Upon arriving in Los Angeles, she was linked to actors Tom Mix, Charlie Chaplin and Clark Gable. Her first long-term, high-profile relationship was with Gary Cooper. Vélez and Cooper met while filming 1929s Wolf Song and began a two-year relationship that was passionate and often stormy. When angered, Vélez was reported to have physically assaulted Cooper. Cooper eventually ended the relationship in mid-1931, at the behest of his mother Alice who after meeting her, strongly disapproved of Vélez.[51] With plans to marry him gone, she spoke to the press in 1931: "I turned Cooper down because his parents didn't want me to marry him and because the studio thought it would injure his career. Now its over, I'm glad I feel so free ... I must be free. I know men to well they are all the same, no? If you love them they want to be boss. I will never have a boss." The rocky relationship had taken its toll on Cooper, who had lost 45 pounds and was suffering from nervous exhaustion. Paramount Pictures ordered him to take a vacation to recuperate and while he was boarding the train, Vélez showed up at the station and fired a pistol at him.

After her breakup with Cooper, Vélez began a short-lived relationship with actor John Gilbert. They began dating in late 1931, while Gilbert was separated from his third wife Ina Claire. Rumors of an engagement were fueled by the couple, but Gilbert ended the relationship in early 1932, and attempted to reconcile with Claire.

Shortly thereafter, Vélez met Tarzan actor Johnny Weissmuller while the two were in New York. They dated off and on when they returned to Los Angeles, while Vélez also dated actor Errol Flynn.[63] On October 8, 1933, Vélez and Weissmuller were married in Las Vegas. There were reports of domestic violence and public fights. In July 1934, after ten months of marriage, Vélez filed for divorce citing "cruelty". She withdrew the petition a week later after reconciling with Weissmuller. On January 3, 1935, she filed for divorce a second time and was granted an interlocutory decree. That decree was dismissed when the couple reconciled a month later. In August 1938, Vélez filed for divorce for a third time, again charging Weissmuller with cruelty. Their divorce was finalized in August 1939.

After the divorce became final, Vélez began dating polo player Guinn "Big Boy" Williams in late 1940. The couple were engaged, but never married. In late 1941, she became involved with author Erich Maria Remarque. Actress Luise Rainer recalled that Remarque told her "with the greatest of glee" that he found Vélez's volatility wonderful when he recounted to her an occasion where Vélez became so angry with him that she took her shoe off and hit him with it. After dating Remarque, Vélez was linked to boxers Jack Johnson and Jack Dempsey.

In 1943, Vélez began an affair with her La Zandunga co-star Arturo de Córdova. De Córdova had recently moved to Los Angeles after signing with Paramount. Despite the fact that de Córdova was married to Mexican actress Enna Arana with whom he had four children, Vélez granted an interview to gossip columnist Louella Parsons in September 1943 and announced that the two were engaged. She told Parsons that she planned to retire after marrying de Córdova to "cook ... and keep house". Vélez ended the engagement in early 1944, after de Córdova's wife refused to give him a divorce.

Vélez then met and began dating a struggling young Austrian actor named Harald Maresch, whose stage name was Harald Ramond. In September 1944, she discovered she was pregnant with Ramond's child. She announced their engagement in late November 1944. On December 10, four days before her death, Vélez announced she had ended the engagement and kicked Ramond out of her home.

For her contribution to the motion picture industry, Lupe Vélez has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, at 6927 Hollywood Boulevard.

Lupe Vélez has a sculpture in her honor located in San Luis Potosí, Mexico. The sculpture was done by artist Emilio Borjas in 2017 and is located in the Garden of San Sebastian, the neighborhood where the actress was born.