#jessica chastain imagine

[paladinsbrainrot]

mark my words sadie sink will win in oscar in twenty years for some biopic and ill be able to say i predicted it

[imaginealotofthings]

"....Thomas, I'm scared for us." you wipe the tear which rolled down your cheek.

"Y/N, don't worry about me. And as for you; I will protect you at all costs, from anything. What is it you're scared of exactly?" Thomas tucks a hair behind your ear which had fallen over your pale white skin. "You look paler than usual my darling, are you feeling well?" You didn't answer either of his questions.

You turn away from him, you are stood on the top floor landing. Looking down to the kitchen, you can here Lucille shuffling around in the kitchen. If you tell him you suspect she is poisoning you. He would dismiss the idea straight away.

You began to walk away from him to the bathroom. "Y/N, why haven't you answered me? What is wrong?

"When I said I was scared for us I meant me and our baby. Thomas, I found out I am pregnant." More tears cascaded down your ghost like cheeks.

"I visited the Doctors office yesterday, he told me I was 12 weeks pregnant and I have poison in my blood." Thomas froze.

You braved it. "Thomas, your sister is poisoning me and your child. That's why I look so poorly. I don't know what to do?" You instantly filled with relief as you told him.

You didn't have time to blink before Thomas flew down the stairs to confront her... this could only end badly...

{Credit to imagine owners}

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

The 355

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar characters loving a plus size reader

NSFW bc of descriptors. But like, actual smut? Nah. also body worship vibes but again, not Explicit.

Azriel: if he could spend eternity between your thick thighs, it would never be enough. Whether that be his head, hand, shadows, dick, anything. He lives for it. He loves you in any clothes (especially his) but seeing you in a cute little sundress while he stuffs his cock into your cunt? Heaven on earth for this man. 

Cassian: this man loves your hips oh my. He loves when you wear his shirts and your plush hips just peek out from the shirt. It’s a tantalizing mystery that he has to solve every time. Aka, whenever he sees it, he will eat you out. Either against the wall or in bed, always private because he refuses to let anyone else see you the way he does. 

Rhysand: this man loves your arms. yall know that one jessica chastain and oscar isaac clip? Rhys always does that to you! He purposefully buys you dresses that will show them off! When you made your mating/wedding bargain with him, he made sure the tattoo did not cover your beautiful skin there. He loves holding your arms above your head while he pounds your body into the mattress. 

Feyre: sit. on. her. face. She’s so in love with your size! Your thighs? She could die perfectly happy! Your tummy? Oh my Gods, the most beautiful sight to her is when she’s eating you out and can see those thighs quivering and stomach trying to catch a breath. She loves you in any type of clothes, but seeing you wear a dress? She’s floored every time. 

Morrigan: your stretch marks are everything to her. She loves kissing them and tracing them with her tongue. She loves when you wear a netted or mesh fabric that shows them off a little bit. Whenever you wear revealing clothes that show them, she always has a hand on them, tracing them delicately with her fingers just imagining the sounds you were going to make that night while she fucked you. 

Amren: She would never, in a million years, say it to your face; but she loves your cheeks. Both your ass and face. She loves how squishy and red your cheeks get when she fucks you (again, both of them). She loves the cellulite, the stretch marks. You look like a statue from her time. You’re her home. 

Nesta: Her and Cassian have a type, it’s the hips. She loves when you wear a skin tight cotton dress. She can see the outline of your perfect body, the fabric hugging every curve that she is dying to sink her teeth into. She does bite in bed, but she can’t help it. How dare you look so fucking hot that she can’t contain herself? 

Elain: elain isn’t one for vulgarity, but my gods your tits. She constantly has to catch herself from just face planting into them because she loves it there. A lot of times if you’re sitting at a counter or standing in a mirror, she’ll just walk up behind you and cup your boobs in her hands and just squeeze. She cannot help it. 

Lucien: he is an Ass man. He likes having something to grip. He loves watching your skin recoil at the force of his thrusts. You’re just so hot it makes him breathless sometimes. 

Eris: Like Morrigan, nothing, on this earth, makes him weaker than your stretch marks. Every time you have sex he is kissing and tracing, sometimes licking them. He can’t help himself. They’re just so pretty. 

Tarquin: if you ever wanna put this man into cardiac arrest, wear a bikini. Or frankly, don’t wear anything. He will not complain. He’s not really a Territorial Guy, just a smug bastard that smirks and touches you when he knows people want what’s his. If you’re in your bedroom wearing just a robe he will 100% just walk by and untie it just so you don’t have anything on.

[starkwlkr]

Hi

It's ok if the request got deleted no need to say sorry,

Can u pls make a fic about papa nolan finding out about cillian and physicist!reader's relationship,

Like would he be angry or accepting, i was wondering

And then if u r comfortable with it then a time jump to the wedding or pregnancies

I would really like to know his reactions!!

This is really just a follow up to another anon request (which u made a fic on) and had this idea

Anyway so sorry for the long request

Have an awesome day ahead!!!!

nolan!reader x cillian murphy headcanons

I’m going to make these headcanons if that’s ok 🫶🏼🫶🏼 and i think i got carried away but who cares 😌

Ok so obviously y/n and cillian met in the early 2000s (you can make up how they met)

papa nolan knows that y/n is talking to a boy but he doesn’t know it’s mr. ‘my eyes aren’t even that blue’ so when y/n tells papa nolan that her bf is coming over for dinner, he’s preparing to meet so douche bag who says his favorite movie is pulp fiction or fight club (nothing wrong with that, but the film bros make me want to gauge my eyes out)

anyways, cillian shows up and ofc they get along great <3

after cillian and y/n are now OFFICIAL official obviously the press asks about what papa nolan thinks and if they get along

y/n and cillian are just the it couple of the 2000s like they’re on the cover of every magazine with those cheesy headlines ‘she’s got the beauty AND the brains’

literally any interview cillian or papa nolan do, they ramble about y/n and how proud they are of her

and you know how it goes, first comes love then comes marriage then comes y/n with a baby carriage🤍💍🍼 butttttt our fav nepo baby and Irish man don’t do it in that order bc my girl y/n got pregnant with their first baby in 2003 and she’s named alexandria

papa nolan is so excited about the birth of baby alex and he always offers to babysit whenever even if he’s busy

baby alex and papa nolan are my favorite duo 🫶🏼

eventually cillian and papa nolan work together on batman begins and you bet that baby alex is always on set

papa nolan at first did not want to bring her because he thought alex would be scared but she loved being on set and meeting everyone

her and christian bale become besties by the end of filming 🤞🏼

baby alex got to say the last “cut!” and everyone laughed because of how cute she sounded

bonus: cillian tried to get her to put the scarecrow mask on but she thought it was yucky (her exact words)

y/n and cillian don’t have kids until like 2014 because they were busy with work obviously like cillian getting movie roles and y/n being at work 24/7 and getting a literal nobel peace prize but eventually she does get pregnant and BAM it’s twins

it’s 2014 and they’re still not married (it happens ya know just ask academy award winner michelle yeoh)

but y/n gets pregnant and she wants to wait until the twins’ birth and then get married

but anyways the murphy twins arrive and papa nolan just cries happy tears because he now has more grandchildren to love and spoil whenever he wants to (they’re named scarlett and wyatt and papa nolan gives them nicknames idk what they would be but go wild with your imagination besties 🫶🏼)

papa nolan just wants to see his daughter get married and see her happy with her new family 🫶🏼

the day of the wedding comes and baby alex is the flower girl and steals the show

it’s a private wedding BUT that doesn’t stop it from being the most famous wedding of 2014

ofc christian bale is there like who doesn’t want batman at their wedding?? tom hardy, best man um yes?! peaky blinders cast, jake gyllenhaal (swifties, don’t hate me, I love jake and he’s one of my favorite actors)

jessica chastain and anne hathaway ofc they’re invited

u know if heath ledger was still alive he would def be invited 🫶🏼

I’m picturing the kids having career day at their schools and each kid takes an adult like papa nolan goes to alex’s school, wyatt takes y/n and cillian goes with scarlett and every adult is just like “fuck, how am i supposed to go on after them?!”

papa nolan goes all out with his presentation for career day like he even called hans zimmer and christian bale to impress the kids (obviously hans zimmer would impress the teachers, not the kids but some kids recognize the music from batman movies so let’s just go with it)

twitter loves the murphy-nolan fam 🫶🏼

no bc i just imagine the edits to beautiful boy with dad!cillian and I’m bawling

ok ok flashforward to 2023 and oppenheimer is coming out and twitter gets more content on the murphy-nolan fam

y/n finally does an interview bc she worked with the cast and taught them about ✨science✨

Y/N AND CILLIAN AT THE OPPENHEIMER PREMIERE AND THEN PAPA NOLAN PHOTOBOMBING THEIR PICS

overall the murphy-nolan fam has my heart and surprise! the murphy kids watched barbie because the twins are not even old enough to watch oppenheimer and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want to watch their dad have fake s e x with another woman (FLORENCE PUGH ILY)

[marzipanandminutiae]

First off, your blog has increased my sympathy for Lucille's character, so congratulations, I hope you're proud. Though, to be fair, I was never in the EvilTM camp, more of the Batshit Crazy Because Of Massive Trauma viewpoint, which, you know, she was.

Anyways, my actual reason for the ask is about Eunice. I've never read any of the extra source material so I don't know if this is explained somewhere. But basically why Eunice McMichael?

The Sharpes presumably met the McMichaels while they were visiting Alan in London (perhaps his graduation?). There's no father in the picture, but otherwise, she doesn't seem to fulfill any of their criteria. She has family and is highly social (lots of people to notice and care if she went missing/died), she's young and desirable to have as a wife (there must've been some competition for her back home at least), she's not older or widowed (i.e. "undesirable"), and while she's clearly rich, she's not the sole inheritor of her family's estate (they'd be working solely with her dowry, a much lower figure).

It's heavily implied (/stated outright?) that Lucille is the one who chooses Thomas's brides. There's no logical reason to choose Eunice. But following with your "sapphic" take on Lucille, I think she just has a thing for Eunice.

A lot of words just to say that but what are your thoughts?

Welcome to the Lucille Appreciators Club! Meetings are Fridays at 7:30. I'll bring snacks.

So, this is such an interesting question. The bios don't shed much light but they do provide some on how the Bride Selection Process works

Namely, that it's far from an exact science.

Per the bios, Bluebearding has never been Plan A. Plan A is finding investors for the goo-mining business. Marriage + Murder is the fallback option- that they keep having to fall back on. They've never actually chosen a bride on purpose before Enola, exactly- Margaret developed a passion for Thomas on her own; Pamela's dying father begged Thomas to marry his disabled daughter so she'd be cared for. Enola seems to have been the first one who didn't just fall into their laps, so to speak

And Thomas picked her.

So no, it's not always Lucille's choice- she encouraged him to go along with Mr. Upton's notion and propose to Pamela, the first time, but how much she was involved with the inception of the other marriages is up for debate. Which makes me think Thomas picked Eunice- I can't imagine such a fluttery little social climber being other than annoying to Lucille.

Why EITHER of them thought she was a good idea when she had so many friends and family to miss her...well, the Sharpes aren't very good at crime, frankly. Enola still has relatives writing to her five years later, so I suspect they would have come looking for her eventually. The snare seems to have been tightening around Thomas and Lucille for a while now, without them knowing it.

I do imagine that Edith's superior "qualifications" made a key lynchpin of Thomas' argument to convince Lucille to switch targets, though. And an interesting Word of Actor tidbit: Jessica Chastain thinks Lucille's desire to protect Edith by leaving her alone, at first, was genuine. Because she loves delicate, beautiful things, and saw Edith that way.

[rarilee33]

Do you have any headcanons you want to share

Umm okay so since I've developed a good amount of new headcanons while writing stories, this is a perfect time to share them They mostly centre around Angela and Regina (Bloberta's mother) but also Bloberta

Angela's maiden surname is Seraph, her middle name is Diana

Regina's maiden surname is de Feuille, with her middle name being Charlotte

Regina's mother, Thérèse, made Regina start using her given name when she turned ten instead of 'mother'. She also made Regina keep her hair shoulder length at all times and would trim it for her, without Regina wanting her to. This is why Regina's hair is as long as I imagine it to be when it's down, almost Victorian length basically, in spite of and to spite her mother, who was very controlling. Explains some of her behaviour towards Bloberta.

She was also taught to think men were inherently inferior. Her own father was a lot like Raymond.

Also even if Regina divorced Raymond she would keep the surname Hymentact because it separates her from Thérèse.

Angela has freckles, also she is tall.

Bloberta inherited the lack of circulation in her hands from Regina. Really everything appearance-wise except her eye colour, which is from Raymond. (They both have blue eyes; Regina, Modella, and Lunchbox have different shades of green, with Regina's having flecks of yellow in them like a cat's)

Some irl visuals I associate with Regina and Angela are Jessica Chastain in Crimson Peak as Lucille Sharpe and Cate Blanchett in The Aviator as Katharine Hepburn, respectively

Regina is a lesbian but incredibly repressed mostly from her mother's scorn. She made Regina burn all her poetry books while she watched, including the Sapphic poetry she had.

Regina could be considered a romantic, she likes music and singing, art, poetry, she even writes her own, she loves flowery, elaborate language and making floral illustrations as well.

Angela is bisexual.

Oh also Millie Spraybooth, she's very much into Victorian flower language and knows her way around plants/flowers and their properties. Her parents were mostly MIA growing up; she has an older brother named Maxwell who supported her though.

Regina with her hair in a braid to visualise the length

Thanks for the ask!

[lala-writes-fetish]

uh oh I forgot ~I m really a dumb sub lol~

so here is the list (not really request just suggestions, I think others will agree)

Adele exarchopoulos

aimee Garcia

Alison brie

Amanda cerny

~amber heard~

Amy Adams

anna Kendrick

anne Hathaway

anya Taylor joy

April bowlby

ariana grande

aubrey plaza

bella Thorne

~belle delphine~

billie eillish

billie piper

Brianna Hildebrand

brie larson

Bryce Dallas Howard

cailee spaeny

camilla mendes

Candice Patton

caylee Cowan

~Cheryl hines~

Christina Hendricks

chyler Leigh

Claudia Jessie

daisy ridley

Dakota Johnson

demi Lovato

Diane Guerrero

dua lipa

Elena kampouris

Elizabeth Banks

-debicki

-olsen

Ellie Kemper

Emily blunt

emma myers

-Roberts

-stone

felicity Jones

florence Pugh

~gal gadot~

Gemma chan

Gwendoline christie

Gwyneth Paltrow

hailee Steinfeld

Hayden pannetiere

haylee

Hayley Atwell

isis hainsworth

jameela Jamil

jane Douglas

jenna coleman

jenifer connelly

-Coolidge

-garner

-Lawrence

-stone

Jessica Chastain

-Henwick

jodie Whitaker

Justina valentine

karen gillan

kat dennings

Katelyn ohashi

Kathryn hahn

-Newton

Katy perry

Kirsten Dunst

Kristen schaal

-stewart

krysten ritter

lacey chabert

lana del Rey

Lauren Mayberry

~lily collins~

lily James

Lindsey Shaw

lizzy Caplan

Lucy hale

madelaine petsch

Madison Pettis

maisie Williams

margot robbie

~mariah carey~

marisa Tomei

~Martina big~

Mary elisabeth Winstead

maya Hawke

megan thee stallion

Melissa benoist

-Rauch

Milana vayntrub

milly Alcock

... and that s just up to the m 😅😔

Wow, now that's a list!

Sorry for replying so late and thank you for the effort of putting this together. We'll screen the celebs on here and check out if there is enough good and inspiring material of them in order to make some captions. Safe to say that we won't get around to include ALL of them, obviously.

Question: What is the turn-on for you guys about dominant celebrity women and their feet? Is it the thought of them "enslaving" you? Or do you just like the look of the celeb-woman and imagine yourself with a "version" of her in your life? :)

[flintsdragon]

can you imagine if Jessica Chastain just posted this instead of that stupid Aaron Sorkin letter back when people were dunking on Jeremy for that New Yorker article. Society would’ve advanced like twenty years I think

[omegaremix]

Pandemic Blues (Spring).

When Dad passed away, I knew it was a new era. No more of his presence meant things would change on the inside and out, for better or worse. He almost had hit the U.S. average of male life expectancy by a pinch (78.54 years to his 78.19) so he’s had about his money’s worth. God couldn’t have cashed him out at a better time.

To start 2020, I took two weeks off from work for the first time in the six-plus years I’ve been with the company. I’ve met friends I haven’t seen in ages. I’ve abandoned non-successful projects in the name of self-care. I’ve re-wrote my diet for the better now that Dad wasn’t pumping me with free food ‘round the clock. I’ve also become the store champion in revenue for the year once again, and learned how not to get stress get the best of me. I had only one sunny day out of the twelve off in February which was extremely disappointing. As all you devils know, heading to New York City never leaves my mind. I promised myself that I’d make a visit to both Modern Pinball and Sunshine Laundromat, visits I’ve been waiting three years for. I came close. I did visit the city in early March for a check-up and visited Central Park as I called up my Godmother Laura to make Easter plans, leaving only after a half-an-hour when it started to get dark. By then I’d started to receive inklings of pending changes. The coronavirus was only in the back of my mind, and you normally don’t think of these things unless it pertains to you. I dialed up my aunt Theresa and she told me that the city schools and offices were contemplating closing down. I brushed it off like it was nothing, until…

It was a weekend at work like any other. A regular Sunday. Then it started. A customer asked me for nine mid-range laptops for himself and his co-workers to work from home. I sold them all to him. That’s a $3,100+ ticket. Another older man came in looking for five printers and ten monitors for his business. I could’ve hit the jackpot if only we had enough but we didn’t, but we piece-mealed whatever we could from other stores and that was another $1,500+. More customers and business owners came in to buy buy buy whatever they could to work at home with no limit and we now had a weekend clearance sale we never planned for. Every man and woman for themselves rushed in to save their jobs and tried grabbing whatever they can. When the weekend was over, they wiped us out of all our essential stock. Webcams, budget laptops, and monitors went clean off the shelves. We were fucking bewildered.

One outstanding memory I had of last year’s outbreak was seeing someone eye-ing over all-in-ones. After twenty minutes of no one asking him for assistance, I finally got him. He already had as much time under his belt deciding which way to go: Windows or Mac? He had lots of questions for me, and took me on a world tour of my own department to see which of three units he wanted to take home with him. Fine by me, because being in the presence of his brown-eyed peanut-butter haired daughter was all that mattered. Imagine Jessica Chastain in her late twenties and neck-length hair wearing a green St. Patrick’s Day shirt with a beige clover on it and blue jeans. Somewhat conservative and reserved but she was nice 100% all throughout. That’s more I could say than most people on the island or in my life I’ve met. An hour later, her dad finally decided on a high-end unit. “Wrap it up” he said. “Thank you for your time and purchase” I say, and it’d be the only time I would ever see her. Eventually, I noticed more customers coming in wearing masks. A different father-and-daughter pairing didn’t get it right wearing theirs under their chins, a half-assed way to at least fend themselves from the poison going on. Later on, two young female best-friends asked me for a Nintendo Switch. When they saw I had the Animal Crossing version, they suddenly asked for two more. Done. Knock yourselves out.

Within one week our store changed operations on a near-daily basis. We shortened our hours, then limited our total number of occupants to appointments only. By mid-week our store was closed to the public and it was all phone-orders and curbside pick-ups. Salespeople became impromptu warehouse and back-end runners. We couldn’t believe what we were experiencing. We were literally witnessing the slow gradual death of our traditional operating model. Corona- finally arrived and everyone was on edge not knowing what was coming next. Then we got the call from corporate: “all New York stores to be shut down indefinitely until further notice. Pack it up and go home. Expect a call from us in a few weeks”.

This was unreal! Our positions were in limbo. It felt like we were let go yet still employed otherwise. Meaning: furlough. We’d be fortunate enough to hold our titles and be kept on the payroll while we were mandated to stay home. Later as I learned, the ‘essentials’ as deemed, still had to work on through as a necessity to others; pegged to deal with the public who had no foresight as to how serious it would be. Before heading home indefinitely, I walked next door to the market. Never had I seen meat and paper shortages. Bare shelves of canned goods, frozen vegetables, pasta, and rice like the world was ending. There was no timetable for lockdown or how it’d last. I was now in competition with everyone else to stay alive. Count my high cards that an long-term food shortage was not the case.

27, 47, 81.

If only Dad would’ve lived long enough to see this unfold. He’d be forceful enough for me to stay home with him like some early exits from my location did. I can imagine that even if my bro- didn’t yell at him to stay home, Dad would say “hey, fuck you!” and drive out to see his friends. He literally fell of heart failure, and if that didn’t get him, would the -virus? Could he survive it with his expiring health and the spectre of death on impatient delay? Since Dad fed me almost daily, he’d feel very sad and broken if he couldn’t bring food home for me. He’s not here on this Earth anymore to do that, so it was time to change it up. The haunt of immuno-compromization had me thinking to cut the crap and go healthy.

245, 332, 417.

My ex- Yenny, the most cautious person in the world, sent me directions on how to make my own mask which I did out of old worn-out tees. Welcome to the new real dystopia. The first aesthetic of the pandemic was in the form of this makeshift cloth mask dampened with my own carbon-monoxide emanating the smell of damp stale cotton. Back to the neighborhood Chop N’ Drop I go. I stockpiled on fruits, vegetables, broth, anti-oxidants, juices, dark chocolates, nuts, and seltzer water. The moment of spending money on real food was the moment I started making real meals; the mixture of Idaho and sweet potatoes, celery, carrots, and vegetable broth aerated a distinct spring of fumes forever tied to these months in isolation. A daily carousel of apricots, oranges, cauliflower, tomatoes, and green peppers were a wonderful much-needed addition I had to have from now on. Visits to Bullseye had plenty of food, albeit the shelves were disorganized and the essential workers were overwhelmed. Idolatry was only steps away and to stock up on whatever non-perishables I could find, then threw them on the belt where the young silent Spanish girl who didn’t feel like being there was waiting for me at the register.

I noticed all around me that things were a little…different. Most of us were given things we never imagined. You’d never think of being home for months to have the opportunity to catch up on a life they once had no time for. People finally caught up on cleaning, pursing through personal belongings, old photos and memorabilia, reading lists and vinyl records that piled up. Imagine all the things said about not having to travel to work, or staying home to work, or not working at all. They were right. No such thing as stress. No managers shoving daily quotas or finding faults down your throat. No awkward moments, lack of courtesy, rudeness, or interruptions. No immature adults turning into bus-ride children competing for your attention or older women stamping their feet when being reminded of how out of line they were. It was total bliss.

486, 548, 753, 819. 

Most of us had all the time in the world to shit ourselves in our front-row seats for what we were seeing. It’s all happening next door in New York City, fatally crowned the epicenter of the worst pandemic of our lifetimes. We were The Death Nation. The deaths came at such an expedient rate that literal dead bodies were lined up outside the city’s funeral parlors. By then, restaurants closed. Businesses closed. Stadiums, theaters, arcades, bars closed. Schools and universities were canceled. Even Easter, the next social holiday in line…closed. The nation’s unemployment rate spiked high as 15% as people pounded on the doors on a broken system to have their unemployment benefits or loans in hand as soon as possible. No meta-game suffered distinctly than the music and venue industry. Artists, operators, and promoters had their livelihoods taken away from them in an instant; forced to make a living improvising on live-streaming. They just lost their selves overnight. Now, they held on tight for their own stability and sanity; hoping to reach for that brass ring while riding on a lagging carousel engulfed in flames. 

Over at WUSB, the show still had to go on. Our general manager disallowed any further staff to enter the studios. As most planned to live-stream from their homes, I opted to send my shows in. For the entirety of spring (and summer) I’d hand my shows in our engineer’s at-home automation for broadcast. Saturday 10:00PM Eastern Standard Time on the dot, no error. I had all the time in the world to post on Ω+, my portfolio VMFX, and get Our Lady Omega finally up to speed without worry of deadlines, distraction, or needless interruption. It was when I rifled through many auditions burning on the hard drive. Cleaners From Venus’ “The Jangling Man” couldn’t have come at a better time, signifying a cancelled Easter intended to be spent with my Godmother now at home. I never heard it ever but it yet it sounded familiar before. The cassette fidelities and a certain ‘89-’90 recorded feeling that took me back to my Nintendo youth becomes a new forever memory. Shoegaze and post-punk cuts such as Ing’s “Closet”, Milly’s “Talking Secret”, Es’ “Hidden Track”, and Miserable’s “Loverboy”, to name a few, have indisputably defined the pandemic era’s soul.

But enough of that for today. Down comes Mario, my five year-old nephew who’s yearning to play. Dad / Pop is no longer here, so it’s me he’s looking forward to seeing every day to try and win me on Uno or Candy Land while ginger-superior Madelaine Petsch / Cherry Blossom or Hayley Orrantia were on the flat-screen. We had nights where he’d chose a deck from my collection and we’d make separate piles out of suits. He’d play some good ones, too: the “Junior” of Hearts, the “Mom” of Diamonds, and the “Dad” of Spades he calls them. Aces were “sooper!” and the jokers had their own narrative: a clown on the unicycle was riding to 7-11 to get some Slurpees for us. (Once in a while, a horse-head or the word “MAVERICK” in cowboy caps- for those wild ones.) What kind of an imagination is this? And he loved Monopoly, too. We played so much that it inspired another aesthetic forever tied to the pandemic. Solid oranges and sky blues against the CRT’s, and Monopoly symbols of trains and utilities helped create sets of icons for a series of graphics templates I’ve made.

800, 814, 1036.

Red bottles with blue and red labels of now-discontinued blue liquid soap. Blocks of green and white cleanser cubes cased in plastic. Bulbs of blue and purple diffusing liquid. Cucumber sanitizer. They’re all symbols of cleanliness. All the time in the world posting, sound-editing, and layouts prove exhaustive at times. It’s 1AM Eastern Standard Time in New York City / Long Island and an open window allows the smoky cold chill of a 50°April breeze to vacate downstairs. It’s an invitation to step outside and admire the clear moonless skies. No clouds, only the stars above. I sit in my backyard to hear near-total silence emanating from the expressway. The asphalt rushes were a bare minimum because no one had a reason to travel. The utmost quiet was enough for the nostalgia to vacate right in. The cold, clear, quiet spring Saturday and Sunday nights spent with my Plainview circle of friends. We’d talk shit about everyone we knew, what our favorite Green Day, The Offspring, Collective Soul, or Nine Inch Nails songs were, and matching up with the alternative girls I never met before. The post-dinner April starlights spent shivering with Cath- off the busy Sunrise Highway admitting how much I missed her and how it felt when she succumbed to the heroin demon, the drives down random gas stations to save her ass, or the rare night rides from campus to take her home after my Wednesday radio stint. The temperatures also matched the experience of visiting Central Park for the very first time while an essential contact was in the back of my mind, her text asking how my day in New York City waited for me when I arrived home. It kills me that these are rare moments I’ll never have back. To this day that I’m still paying emotional interest on them.

142, 103, 101.

Rinse, repeat. For two months there was no place to go. No work shifts, classes, ballgames, weekend traffic, or Sunday dinners demarcating the days of the week. Saturdays were Tuesdays. Sundays were Mondays. No one ever humanly experienced a blur of time where every day was literally the same. Then a phone call. “Operations are re-opening. Be here Sunday and ready to start packing.” What my manager should’ve said to me: “be ready to be crucified”. I told myself it’s the last week of May. Three days to get back into it. The spoils of staying home from work once again with financial security and benefits intact will end. Slowly but surely things will pick up again. The floodgates will soon open and here come the entitled Karens, ugly kniving fishwives, dumbshit Tony’s From Brooklyn, and whatever unkempt messes who somehow still manage to breathe will tug my shirt for attention or see me as a whipping boy for their insignificant grievances I never asked for. 

If the quarantine made many lives a nerve-wracking unbearable hell for some people, then what happened next would be the breaking point: footage posted of Minneapolis police murdering George Floyd sent people into the streets in an outrage, and rightfully so. Short-Term Memory America didn’t learn and repeated their mistakes once again. No surprise there. The unnecessary needless precursory murders of Breonna Taylor and Armaud Arbury led up to the state’s latest nationwide collapse of unrest.

It took the latest event of racism and murder for everyone to finally come outside since the start of the pandemic and show what they were hiding for the longest time. Frustrated adult-male mouth-breathers acting out like total jerkoffs throwing their childish ignorance and building blocks in more reasonable mature people’s faces, and unattractive vanilla pig females turned into cartoon versions of themselves as they yapped multitudes of n-bombs and were damn proud of it. Cutting noses and spiting their own faces; doing whatever it takes at all costs to preserve their personal right and false constructs in treating people-of-color like garbage. Bulletin-board bruisers and ultimate keyboard warriors finally brought it out for all of the world to see. Others, however, had enough of their friends, family, co-workers, and fellow human beings being shot, beaten, or killed based on the color of their skin. They came to protest, picket, fight in the streets, and set it all in flames because enough was enough…enough of a corrupt racist celebrity president who’s done absolutely nothing except write off white supremacists and dismissed the coronavirus as a hoax. It all came down to this after living in an irrational anything-goes backwards presidency, all because the Fascist-in-chief cared for no one but himself, his family, and those who pledged their allegiance to him.

If the last four years provided us some out-of-this-world ridiculousness, what else would’ve been possible? We’ve experienced a hell like no other. We genuinely lived in fear that we could reach the point of no return. No one had any idea what was in store for us or how bad it could’ve been; during an election year, nonetheless. 

Where I’m heading is another story. I drive home down Rt. 25 and there are clusters picketing on the side of the road. One supporting Black Lives Matter, one for Tr*mp 2020. Summer’s on her way and the new heat was here; the allegory of pent-up frustration and emotion which everyone was feeling exacerbated by the pandemic. The possibilities were spring-loaded in the back of my mind and made me on edge, not knowing what could happen. 

All I, and us, could think about was when this would all end, and when we could go back to life as we knew it. We were holding out on all hope that something had to give. When will we be open for business again? When would be all go back to what it used to be, or what would ‘the new normal’ be? Will we change course and advert a national crisis, or will be dig ourselves a totalitarian grave so deep we won’t crawl out of? Will we have reason, rationality, science, humanity, and common sense back again, or will we have hatred, nastiness, cruelty, and contempt kept in place for tradition’s sake and have it rammed down our throats until we die sick of it?

It was the three most surreal months of my life. True uncharted territory; no map, no compass. And Spring wasn’t even over. Not just yet. As everything was unfolding and unraveling, something else was headed my way. A season that was anything but normal was going to end on an even more bizarre and curious note. Not in the form of more shutdowns, sickness, emptiness, or despair; but of someone who reached out to me.

(To be continued.)

Cleaners From Venus “The Jangling Man”

Damp “Death, Sex & Arby’s”

Ing “Dust”

Crumb “Ghostride”

Future Islands “Day Glow Fire”

Lisel “Digital Light Field”

Milly “Talking Secret”

Stardeath & White Dwarfs “What Keeps You At Night”

Miserable “Loverboy”

Districts “Cheap Regrets”

Snarls “Walk In The Woods”

Es “Hidden Track”

Strobobean “Keep It Together”

Katie Tempest “People’s Faces”

Penelope Isles “Round”

Shopping “All Or Nothing”

[letoscrawls]

Honestly, Jason Momoa is the only Duncan actor who could make me believe that Duncan is a successful manwhore. I also like Zendaya as Chani, though I picture her with shorter, redder hair. I usually picture the 1984 version when I think of Liet and the Harkonnens (like that they're redheads like Jessica), but I like both the David Lynch and Denis Villeneuve version actors for all the characters overall, but I HATE the casting for Sci-Fi channel miniseries Paul (and the series' hideous Bene Gesserit outfits). I don't have a specific Alia fancast but she gives Laura Kinney from X-Men vibes. Also, do you have any specific fancasts for Dune characters that haven't made an onscreen appearance yet or ever?

hmmm yeah overall i do like the cast of the adaptations besides the miniseries. oh dear i have so much in my brain let's ee

for Alia i've had so many actresses in mind over the years, i know Natalia Dyer is a fan favorite because she looks like she could be related to Timothée Chalamet, but personally i think she has such a kind and nice aura, i'd prefer someone with a more alien or unsettling beauty. I've though of Alia Taylor-Joy, but also Hunter Schafer and recently i started to dig Ivanna Sachno a lot after seeing her in Ahsoka! Look wise, one of the people who resemble the most Alia the way i imagine her is Victoria De Angelis from the rock band Maneskin sdjsdhfshdf don't ask me why, she gives off alia vibes so much

i've also thought of Taylor Russell to play Hwi Noree, Laura Birn or Jessica Chastain for Odrade, i haven't seen her in much stuff but if she could nail her character then i'd love to see Nicola Coughlan as Lucilla, Joan Chen or Michelle Yeoh as Taraza, and thenn that's probably it lmao i'm not really good at fancasting

[complexicn]

my name is [ EVELYN ADAMS-HERNANDEZ ] … and i am from [ JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA ] and i’m a [ HOMEKEEPER / CHURCH TREASURER ]. i lived in helltown for [ 24  YEARS ] because [ THE CHURCHYARD IS STEEPED IN MY OWN FAMILY HISTORY ]. i am [ 45  ] my pronouns are [ SHE / HER] and i am [ DEVOTED, SELF-RELIANT, SUAVE ] though some may say i’m [ DEMANDING, OPINIONATED, SUSPICIOUS  ]. i also hear i look a lot like [ JESSICA CHASTAIN ] but, i don’t know if i see it. i’m here because [ WE HAD SOMEWHERE TO HIDE ] but, maybe there’s more to it than that. you never know with helltown.

STATS.

FULL NAME: evelyn diana adams-hernandez PLACE OF BIRTH: jacksonville, florida DATE OF BIRTH: july 29th ZODIAC: leo GENDER: cis woman SEXUALITY: bisexual OCCUPATION: church treasurer / homemaker FACECLAIM: jessica chastain HEIGHT: 5'5" EYE COLOUR: blue-green HAIR COLOUR: red (ginger, the most ginger you've seen) PIERCINGS: ear lobes TATTOOS: n/a MBTI: ENTJ-A ALIGNMENT: neutral evil FATHER: howard adams MOTHER: susan adams (nee --- helltown resident) OLDER BROTHER: jackson adams OLDER BROTHER: peter adams HUSBAND: samson hernandez FIRST: mary hernandez SECOND: judith hernandez THIRD: anne hernandez FOURTH: samson "jr" hernandez

Ever since she had been a little girl, Evelyn Adams had thought herself transcendent — raised on the devoted words of a man who put his faith before anything else, there was no other way. Born in Jacksonville, near the river where history and trauma went hand-in-hand, Evelyn was the younger sister of two brothers and one long deceased sister who had passed prematurely years before Evelyn had made her ascent, she had been raised to follow the herd, to act not without consequence but with serious contemplation. Her mother had tried her best, resorting to whispering stories she had believed when she had been younger, telling Evelyn over and over again about Joan of Arc and how God had spoken to her through her dreams, colouring her own imagination with a disturbed kind of fate that she pictured as her own. However, she was no Joan of Arc, she was but a young girl from Jacksonville — the truth was one she had learned to understand, and yet not accept. 

Her father had been a Jacksonville native, born and bred on the lower basin of the St. Johns River where the cypress trees became silhouettes against an early evening sun. Her mother had been a Helltown original who had fallen in love and ran away to be with the man she had fallen in love with on a haywire trip gone wrong. It was a romantic picture, and one that Evelyn wanted for herself as she watched her parents playout some happy-go-lucky attitude, raising their kids despite the gloom that hung over their porch by sundown, she had been blissfully (or stupidly) unaware of how they had fought when they put the kids to sleep, exchanging violent words for venomous spittle till one day her Ma had quite enough. Drawn back to where she had begun, she left the kids with their father, promising to come by and see them whenever she got the time to travel from Ohio to Florida. Of course, those trips were few and far between, but still Evelyn didn’t forget the faith installed within her. She had prayed and listened to what God had to say, that all led to a fate that remained unavoidable, that her parents would reunite on the ‘morrow when tempers had died down. Still, one year turned into the next, and Evelyn soon realized that perhaps the fate of her parents was not to one another. 

Despite her Pa’s initial distress, Evelyn had been quite an academic in mathematics and theology, so much so that she had earned a scholarship to Tampa University. It wasn’t much, but it was something as her brothers went into more hands-on work, working up and down the River to earn their keep before finding their own handsy women who quickly popped out one kid after the other. But Evelyn hadn’t been that much better, by the time she arrived at University, she had quickly met another like minded student — Samson Hernandez had entranced her, and though she had promised not to lay with another till marriage, Evelyn lay with Samson happily. By the time the finals of her first year came around, she had fallen pregnant, which had put something of a spanner in the works concerning her dream of France and Europe, and yet had only shone a light on Evelyn’s thoughts of fate and union. 

No one would’ve been happy to hear that Evelyn had fallen pregnant outside of marriage, so it had only made sense for the two to get married quickly, to legitimize the future as one would when presenting government forms — to her? It had been easy, for by the time she felt her body change she knew that she would never want anyone else, and in a flurry of action and proposal, she introduced him to her Pa and her brothers as her husband, resulting in something of a fiery affair — for what good would it to to either of them? He was a son of a prominent member of the church, and she was the daughter of a local bum. Still, by power and the belief of a holy intervention, Evelyn left her father behind in order to follow Samson into the hellfire of Tampa, leaving her studies behind in order to prepare herself for the first essential work: to give birth to their first daughter. 

If darkness coaxed Samson into its cradle, then Evelyn went hand-in-hand, acting as the shadow to support all that went wrong in those hot, sweltering years. By the time the truth came to light, their pockets bulged with the weight of stolen money in order to decorate their lives in the colour of success. As the noose of truth crept around their necks, it was Evelyn who suggested a final escape to Helltown, she had laughed, swearing that her mother had come from here and that it could be their chance to redeem the sins they had collected. Having since grown fearlessly protective of the family she had made, Evelyn tightened their bonds and led them to safety, where the air grew thick and the people grew lazy. 

With what money they carried, they secured a place big enough to keep and grow the family in good standing, to construct a living lie that they were suitable, honest members of a welcoming community. By the time they unpacked their brown moving boxes, Evelyn had integrated herself into the neighbourhood — fixing playdates, baking cookies and making up with a mother who had long been vacant from her life; no one can really know what Evelyn does to keep her head afloat. And damn it, she will do anything to keep her family safe.

WANTEDS:

OTHER MA'S & PA'S: their kids can have playdates like c'mon, will evelyn try and gossip like desperate housewives? yes. will she want dirt on all her neighbours incase anything happens? also yes. THE CHURCH: evelyn works part-time as a church treasurer, mostly to spend time with her husband but to also be complicit in other certain underhand hobbies. she likes to present herself as the perfect wife, woman and friend, but hell, does the devil like to tempt her! MATERNAL FAMILY: her mother's family comes from helltown, the churchyard is where many of her relatives are buried! perhaps we can connect the dots and ya'll can be family, she has kids to show off!

[streamat4am]

wait did you just read my mind?!? like i literally just saw a bunch of clips of the TV series “Mariage” w Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain. and I quite literally said imagine a fic like this where they’re exes but just can’t stop sleeping w each other. like idk if I could handle it tho knowing that there may not be a happy ending (haven’t seen the w show yet). but like now this idea is stuck in my head…

ITS STUCK IN MY HEAD TOO

Maybe Wednesday had commitment issues or maybe she just couldn't handle the too emotional parts but either way they break up

But them they meet and they reminisce and now they're sleeping with each other

It's not dating, dating didn't work out for them but this? Where they can act like they love each other?

Its better than nothing

[athenasparrow]

Jily face claims

James - Christian Bale, Carlos Sainz Jr, Shawn Mendes

Lily - Margot Robbie, Isla Fisher, Monica Bellucci

Hello lovely anon! First of all, let me tell you that I only just started thinking about Face Claims! I have a very clear picture of both Lily and James in my head - and have only been able to name famous people that are somewhat close...

I regret to inform you I can't imagine ANY of those for James; @tiffanytoms sold me on Xavier Serrano (for James) and THERE IS NO GOING BACK! Look below - can you argue? NO! No you cannot 😂 Look up the photoshoot - it is VERY worth it.

For Lily...I'm sorry to say we don't seem to be agreeing today anon - even though you've given me choices!!

I'd say I imagine her more like Jessica Chastain....sometimes young Karen Gillan if I'm picturing Lily younger...

[stopandimagineloveforever]

Some of the celebrities featured in the commercial include Paul McCartney, Natalie Portman, Joaquin Phoenix, Ariana Grande, Jessica Chastain, Billie Eilish, and James Cromwell, all of whom have either given up meat or all animal products. It also shows animals in cages on factory farms, where research suggests 99 percent of all animal products in the US come from, before showing happier clips of pigs and cows playing in the grass.

“I have always been a fan of Arthur O’Shaughnessy’s ‘Ode’ poem and the ‘Pure Imagination’ song from the original Willy Wonka film,” Lockwood says. “The lyrics are especially poignant and relevant as they pertain to our treatment of the animals with whom we share this earth.”

[cissa-calls]

The fact that Jessica Chastain was originally considered to play Edith is wild. I have no doubt she would’ve done a phenomenal job, but thinking about how much love and work and passion she put into Lucille - it’s hard to imagine anyone else