#layla foreman

[caityrayeraye]

A collection of oneshots featuring Harry Hook and Nori Foreman.

A companion to Under The Violet Waves and a collab with @jokerislandgirl32 and @bejeweled-wahlberg

Posted on Wattpad and Ao3

[jokerislandgirl32]

Would love to see your interpretation of what Nori would look like and/or how you think a conversation between the Foremans and the Varmitechs would go.

Ps. Trin and I have decided that Nori’s voice claim is Olivia Rodrigo hehe

All the hugs

Thank you for the ask, Caity! I just adore Nori, so I am so happy to answer this ask!

Based on our conversations about Nori, and the character references I have seen for her, I believe she would look something like this:

Nori is a surfer and skater girl, so her outfits would definitely be influenced by those vibes/styles! And she has her daddy and brother’s eyes and lucious locks, so I imagine her hair being long, wavy, and free flowing as she surfs the waves or rides her skateboard! And her eyes are light and bright like the ocean waves! Picrew used to create this image!

I know we have personally been discussing the relationship dynamics between Nori, the Varmitech Family, and the Foreman Family, so I think any conversation between them would be positive and very sweet. I currently feel like Zach and Violet see Nori as an additional daughter, and Nori and the Varmitech kids see each other as siblings!

The conversation that’s currently been stuck in my head to portray this dynamic is a bit angst driven, but it is also really sappy and sweet…

Violet *looking at Nori, Jett, and Layla with all 5 of her and Zach’s children; speaking to Tim, John, and Zach*: “They all get along so well, it’s like we’re one big happy family!”

Zach: “When I see Nori with our kids it’s like all six of our kids are together….like Alexandria is here with us, because if she was here…I’d want her to be just like Nori.”

Violet starts sobbing and hugging Zach, blubbering: “Awww, Zach, that is the sweetest thing I think you have ever said, she would be just like her, such a good, smart, strong, and talented girl!”

Tim and John are very touched by this and Tim says, “That’s my girl, everyone loves her and she loves everyone!”

So in short, I think the families would have wonderful conversations and get along very well!

[blackcharactertournament]

Black Character Tournament: Left Side!

adding a post break to make this more rebloggable

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Chidi Anagonye | The Good Place vs Bow | She-Ra & the Princesses of Power

Marina Ida | Splatoon vs Youngblood Ra | Roleslaying with Roman

Barret Wallace | Final Fantasy VII vs Lunella Lafayette/Moon Girl | Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur

Lucas Sinclair | Stranger Things vs Gus Porte | The Owl House

Carole Stanley | Carole and Tuesday vs Garnet | Steven Universe

Aisha/Layla | Winx Club vs Carter Kane and Sadie Kane | The Kane Chronicles

Martha Jones | Doctor Who vs Death | Sandman (TV)

Finn | Star Wars vs Oluwande Boodhari | Our Flag Means Death

Leshawna | Total Drama vs Sonic the Hedgehog | Sonic the Hedgehog

Jodie Landon | Daria vs Helen Brand | Glass Onion

Wolf | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts vs Benson | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Mike Hanlon | IT (Steven King) vs Burton Guster | Psych

Flow | Roleslaying With Roman vs Nasuada | Inheritance Cycle/Eragon Trilogy

Jordan Hennessey | Dreamer Trilogy vs Ava Coleman | Abbott Elementary

Duke Thomas | DC Comics vs Mel Medarda | Arcane

Molly Blyndeff | Epithet Erased vs Michael Burnham | Star Trek Discovery

Neena Thurman (Domino) | Marvel comics / Deadpool 2 vs Nyota Uhura | Star Trek The Original Series

Gregory Eddie | Abbott Elementary vs Kipo Oak | Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Elena Amamiya | Star Twinkle Precure vs Simon Aumar | Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Karli Morgenthau | MCU: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier vs Enfys Nest | Star Wars: A Solo Story

Connor Hawke/Green Arrow | DC Comics vs Myla | One Last Stop

Winston Bishop | New Girl vs Khalil Harris | The Hate U Give

T'Challa | Black Panther vs Dr. Charlotte | Falsettos (Revival)

Gigi Thompson | Inside Job vs Isaiah | One Last Stop

Ivan Taylor | The Wilds vs Nathan Byrne | The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself

Miranda Bailey | Grey's Anatomy vs Essun | Broken Earth Trilogy

Agent 355 | Y : The Last Man vs Audacious Opportunity (A.O.) Rooke | Friends at the Table (Partizan)

OJ Haywood | Nope 2022 vs Nubia | Wonder Woman

Mr Nancy | American Gods vs Storm | X Men

Ambrose Spellman | Chilling Adventures of Sabrina vs Louis | The Walking Dead Game

Angela Moore | Boy Meets World vs Hilary Banks | The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Junko Saotome | Nana vs Wes Gibbins | How to Get Away with Murder

Turk | Scrubs vs Wallace Fennel | Veronica Mars

Frozone | The Incredibles vs Kendra Young | Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Joelle Brooks | Dear White People vs Sans | Undertale

Anissa Pierce/Thunder | Black Lightning vs Koriand'r/Starfire | Titans (DC TV show)

Andre Harris | Victorious vs Sara | Over the Garden Wall

Samol | Friends at the Table vs Taion | Xenoblade Chronicles 3

Emerald Haywood | Nope (2022) vs Genly Ai | The Left Hand of Darkness

Sarah Miller | The Last of Us (TV) vs Pinkie Pie | My Little Pony

Muhammed Avdol | Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure vs Dr Foreman | House MD

Efi Oladele | Overwatch vs Jason Hauer | We only find them when they are dead

Bram Greenfeld | Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda / Love, Simon vs Zélie Adebola | Children of Blood and Bone

Nick Fury | Marvel vs Sam Wilson | MCU

Uniqua | The Backyardigans vs Alexx Woods | CSI Miami

Rue | Euphoria vs Bill Potts | Doctor Who

Nadine Ross | Uncharted series vs Jalil Sherman | Everworld

Baal (Valentine) | The Wicked + the Divine vs Jamal Saturday | Locke and Key (comics)

[poledancingdinos]

You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 8

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans, Attempted SA, Non-con, Violence, Oral Sex F receiving

Catch up: Series Masterlist

Taglist: @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha @kebabgirl67 @littleone65 @omgkatinka @luclittlepond @marytudorbrandon @foxyjwls007​  @peaches1958 @identity2212  @summersong69 @liecastillo @islacharlotte @evansabove1981 @eskiix​

A/N: If you want to be added or removed from my taglist, let me know!

Masterlist

Riley

I’m not in a great mood but this meeting has been in the books for the past month and I haven’t had a collaboration in way too long. Sy’s been gone for two weeks now and I need this to get my numbers up in order to earn his half of the rent. She’s a friend of a girl at the club, that’s how she got in touch with me.

Her boyfriend is going to be in the scene but I won’t be doing anything with him, he’s just going to be watching. I checked out her channel and she normally films with him but our plan is to pretend that he’s being cuckolded since the video is going to be posted on Razzy’s OnlyFans.

It takes me a little while to find where I’m supposed to go. The address Layla gave me isn’t a residential area but rather some big industrial type district. I’m relieved when I reach the locked metal gate that she’d warned me about and park on the street nearby before going the rest of the distance on foot. There’s a pedestrian gate off to the side that is open.

From what I understand, Layla’s boyfriend is a foreman in one of these warehouses. Or maybe they are factories? I think she planned on us filming in his office. I follow the instructions in my text messages and eventually see Layla in the distance, smoking a cigarette in nothing but a small robe. I did my makeup at home so all I have left to do is put my wig on and change.

“You made it.”

“Sure did. Can I change inside?”

“Yeah, go on up. Brent will show you around the loft.”

I guess we’ll have a bed after all. I would never have guessed a place like this had a loft apartment. I climb up the metal steps to the upper floor and see a man who I assume is Brent sitting at a table, scrolling on his phone. When he hears me step into the room, he looks up, giving me a smile that sends a shiver down my spine and not in the way Sy’s smiles do. Did.

“Hi, I’m Razzy.” I never use my stage name outside the club or online but it just slips out.

“Brent. Bathroom’s back there.” He tips his head in the direction of the only other door and goes back to the device in his hands.

Well okay, then. I leave my sneaker on the doormat and head off. The loft isn’t very big. The kitchen and table are on the left and on the right is the bed right there in the main room.

I take my time to get ready, making sure my wig is on securely enough that it won’t come off with a little rough pulling, and put on the outfit I planned for the video. I leave my regular clothes neatly folded on the counter by the sink and take my bag back out with me.

I brought along my camera because it’s a better model than the one Layla said she uses. Her tripod is supposed to fit so I left mine at home but I’m suddenly regretting not having packed it just in case.

When I step out of the bathroom, Layla is on the bed and Brent is standing in front of her, his back to me, whispering something I can’t hear. I let them have their moment while I drop my bag to the floor and pull out my camera. I check the battery, making sure it’s fully charged, and slip in a fresh memory card.

“Here, why don’t you get on the bed and I’ll set it up to make sure it’s focused?” Brent sticks his hand out expectantly and I hand over my precious camera. It was my first big investment into the world of online porn — that and my wig.

I sit by Layla and go over the plan with her one more time. When Brent gives us the all clear, I get up and stand behind the camera. On Brent’s count, we start the scene.

Brent holds Layla by the throat and walks her backwards into the shot. When her knees hit the bed, he pushes her down and tells her to crawl up the mattress.

He looms over her, telling her what a bad girl she is and how she’s being punished. What is she being punished for? I don’t know, because it doesn’t matter. He’s punishing her by letting another woman — me — fuck her while he watches. That’s the “plot”. I guess it's not so much cuckolding as it is voyeurism. At first she’s supposed to beg for him to join. By the end, she’s supposed to beg me to let her come. It’s all part of Razzy’s dominatrix image.

I make my entrance, swaying my hips so the camera gets a nice shot of my ass. I’m wearing my favorite unlined red lace bra and matching cheeky cut panties. I start by forcefully kissing Layla and when she kisses me back, like she’s beginning to crave my touch, I pull away. The camera is set up in a corner of the bed so we don’t have to worry too much about catching the right angle. Brent is just barely visible in the corner of the shot, I made sure of it after he finished setting it up.

I slowly undress Layla until she’s completely naked. She agreed to a pain level of five out of ten so I pinch her nipples and bite her neck until she’s trembling with need for something more. I can tell she’s acting it up but it should be subtle enough on camera not to matter. As long as she’s not screaming like a banshee, my viewers won’t care if she’s faking it.

The next half hour I spend alternating between using my hands, my mouth and a vibrator until she’s yelling and pleading with me and Brent to let her come. The words out of her mouth are still fake but when I finally tip her over the edge with my lips wrapped around her clit, and my fingers curled against her G spot, she makes it look like she’s having an out of body experience. I have one hand shoved between my legs and I pretend her orgasm has triggered my own. I can never actually get off when I film with others. I get too worried about making sure the scene is a hundred percent perfect.

Layla’s body shivers, her hand gripping my wig to keep me from pulling back until the last waves of her pleasure have ebbed away. When she comes down to earth, I say my closing line and bend down for a slow sensual kiss. I make sure the camera can pick up on the way I push my tongue in her mouth, forcing her to taste herself on my lips. Beside me, the chair creaks as Brent stands to turn off the camera.

“That’s a wrap.”

I move away from Layla, asking her if she’s okay.

“Yeah, I just need a nice long shower.” She pushes off the bed and walks to the bathroom without another word. I guess she’s just not one for aftercare. It’s not like I expected her to want it from me but surely a damn kiss from her boyfriend would have been the bare minimum.

Brent stays behind my camera, ignoring Layla in favor of looking over the footage. I find my panties on the ground and slip them on to give me some semblance of modesty. I realize that after what we just did, there’s not much point but I just feel this need to cover up. When I turn around, Brent stands only a few inches from me.

“You did great. You made it really hard to stick to the script and keep from jacking off.”

“Um, thanks?” What the hell am I supposed to respond to that?

Brent flashes me that same smile as before and every instinct in my body screams “run”. I try to casually move around him but he catches my arm and wraps a hand around my neck.

“You’d better finish what you started,” he says in a warning tone, his breath fanning my face. He stinks of cigarettes despite not having smoked in the last hour. “Wouldn’t want your fans to be disappointed.”

I’m frozen in place, unable to move a muscle until I hear the sound of his pants being undone. Before I fully register what’s going on, I’m forced to my knees, eye level with his exposed dick.

“Camera is still rolling,” he takes himself in hand and expectantly presents his erection to my lips, “I’ll let you post it if you just be a good girl and suck my cock.”

I put my hands on his hips fighting to keep him away from my mouth. “No, I don’t want anything from you.”

Finally finding the ability to move, I squirm out of his grasp. I get back to my feet but am still trapped between the bed, the wall and Brent. This time, when I attempt to dash around him, Brent catches me with an arm around my waist and throws me so violently onto the bed that my head strikes the wall behind it.

My vision goes black momentarily and when my eyes focus again, Brent is on the bed above me, pinning my body with his. I struggle and scream at the top of my lungs but Layla doesn’t come out of the bathroom. I shout her name again, begging for her to get him off me but still, no help arrives. When I was in the bathroom earlier I could hear the two of them moving around the loft. I know she’s not in the shower yet because the water isn’t running which means Layla can hear me and is deliberately ignoring my calls for help. She probably knew this was the plan all along.

A sharp pain radiates across my cheek followed by a hand wrapping around my throat and making me gasp for air.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up.”

Brent shifts from straddling my waist to kneeling between my legs, which gives me the freedom to kick at him with all I have while I reach around for any sort of weapon. I struggle to breathe as I fight against the weight still holding my upper body in place. I grab hold of something heavy. I don't know what it is, I just bring it down as hard as I can over Brent's temple.

He collapses on the mattress beside me and my weapon falls to the concrete floor with a loud thud. I bolt for my camera, pulling it off the tripod with ease and I thank my lucky stars that I got it off on the first try.

The next thing I know, my bag is thrown over my shoulder and I'm taking the stairs down two at a time. I push the door so hard as I exit the building that it crashes against the exterior wall. I look around, desperately trying to remember which direction I came from. With one final glance up the stairs behind me, I take off at a sprint.

It was still light out when I got here but it's properly dark out now. There are a few flood lights illuminating the large lot between the buildings. It’s not much but it’s enough for me to see where I'm headed as I try to navigate the concrete maze. I make a few wrong turns, forcing me to double back but I eventually make it to the front gate.

I dig through my bag, pulling out my keys and unlocking the car door. As soon as my ass hits the worn fabric seat, I smack my hand down on the lock and double check the three other doors for good measure.

The bottom of my foot burns as I press down on the break, reminding me that I abandoned my shoes and clothes back at the loft. My hands are shaking so badly that it takes me four tries to get the key in the ignition. I release a victorious cry when I succeed, only for my hopes to be shattered when the car doesn't roar to life. It normally sounds like a half dozen lawnmowers going over loose gravel but it barely sputters as I turn the key.

"No, no, no, come on, baby, you can die when we get home. Come on, come on, come on!"

I pull out the key, counting to ten before putting it back in, only to be met with the same result. I fold my arms over the steering wheel, resting my head as I fight back the panic attack threatening to overtake my body. A drop of water falls on my thigh and I realize that at some point, I started crying. I look at myself in the rearview mirror, my raspberry pink hair catching my attention. I don’t want to be Razzy right now. I all but rip off the wig, stuffing the damn thing in my duffle, then clear all the adhesive before shaking out my real hair. It tickles my bare shoulders as it falls in messy waves around my face.

I find phone, cursing myself when I see that I've only got nine percent battery left. I get one call, but who? I don't have the money for a cab back home. I'm definitely going to have to pay to get the car towed but the idea of sitting in the front seat of a tow truck with a man I don't know makes me sick. Maybe I should call the cops. They'd have to get me home, right? Or they’ll arrest me for indecent exposure and force me to spend a night in a shared cell with who knows how many people.

I look at my phone again. The battery has gone down to seven percent in the time it took for me to have my internal debate. I have to make up my mind or I'll be well and truly stuck here for the night. Still feeling like I’m in a daze, I select a number, pressing my phone to my ear and waiting with bated breath for the line to connect.

Chapter 9

[yourforgottenbookshelf]

Updated Fandom List (TV Series)

Created: 26/02/2023

Updated: 31/11/2023

The following list contains fandoms and characters I take requests for.

You can find my Movies Fandom List here.

13 Reasons Why

Jeff Atkins

Clay Jensen

Jessica Devis

Zack Dempsey

Montgomery de la Cruz

Tyler Down

Justin Foley

Sheri Holland

Alex Randall

Charlie St. George

Diego Torres

Scott Reed

Winston Williams

911

Evan Buckley

Athena Grant-Nash

Eddie Diaz

Bobby Nash

Howard Han

Maddie Buckley

All American

Asher Adams

Darnell Hayes

Jordan Baker

Layla Keating

Olivia Baker

Spencer James

Tyrone Morris

Chicago Fire

Kelly Severide

Matthew Casey

Leslie Shay

Sylvie Brett

Stella Kidd

Wallace Boden

Gabriella Dawson

Peter Mills

Jimmy Borelli

Chris Herrmann

Jessica Chilton

Chicago P.D.

Kim Burgess

Antonio Dawnson

Jay Halstead

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Hank Voight

Control Z

Alex Salomone

Dario

Ernesto

Gerry Granda

Isabela de La Fuente

Javier Williams

Luis Navarro

Maria Alexander

Natalia Alexander

Raul Leon

Rosita Restrepo

Sofia Herrera

El Club

Matias Anda

Nicolas Farah

Rablo Caballero

Santiago Caballero

Sofia de Leon

Elite

Ander Muñoz

Carla Rosón Caleruega

Christian Varela Expósito

Guzmán Nunier Osuna

Lucrecia Montesinos Hendrich

Marina Nunier Osuna

Nadia Shanaa

Omar Shanaa

Patrick Blanco Commerford

Polo Benavent Villada

Samuel García Domínguez

Valerio Montesinos Rojas

House M.D.

Gregory House

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Eric Foreman

Robert Chase

Allison Cameron

Thirteen

Muted

Sergio Siscar

Anna Dussuel

Marta Ortega

Eneko

Station 19

Maya Bishop

Carina DeLuca

Theo Ruiz

Teen Wolf

Brett Talbot

Chris Argent

Danny Mahealani

Deucalion

Derek Hale

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Kira Yukimura

Liam Dunbar

Lydia Martin

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

The Resident

AJ Austin

Barett Cain

Billie Sutton

Conrad Hawkings

Nic Nevin

Devon Pravesh

Kit Voss

Randolph Bell

[hvneybxns]

Jacob Griffin | 62 | Ranch Foreman ( Sam Eliott. ) Mary-Anne Griffin | 60 | Ranch Aid ( Andie McDowell. ) Wyatt Griffin | 38 | Ranch Hand. ( Stephen Amell. ) Layla Griffin | 35 | Bakery Owner ( Peyton List. ) Angel Griffin | 32 | Hockey Player ( Casey Deidrick. ) Brooks Griffin | 30 | Bull Rider ( Miles Teller ) Ryan Griffin | 27 | Police Officer ( David Cornsweet. ) Marcus Griffin | 25 | Ranch Hand ( Kieron Moore. ) Elyse Griffin | 25 | Nurse ( Daisy Edgar-Jones. )

Jacob & Mary-Anne Griffin were a tale as old as time. Growing up on the ranch Jacob had always known he was likely to end up with a local girl, someone that knew the ranch was going to be his life, she'd know how to muck in, what to expect and they'd be a perfect match. The only thing he hadn't considered when he had been making his way through the good town girls, was that the girl he'd marry would be the literal girl next door. His best-friends little sister.

She was off-limits, Jacob knew that but he also knew that Mary-Anne was a stubborn as a mule and she tended to get her own way. Even if that was the cute boy from the ranch next door. At 17 and 19 the two of them kissed for a first time behind the barn at Jacob's birthday party and they never stopped kissing again. Sneaking around made things all the more fun for them but eventually as always happens they were caught in the act.

Mary-Anne's brother and Jacob's rather alike didn't like the pairing, kicked off and said that it would cause too many rifts between the families that relied on each other if they dated but much to everyosn surprise Jacob politely informed everyone at the dinner table if he wasn't allowed to love Mary-Anne on the ranch, then he simply wouldn't be there anymore and he'd take his hat and his girl and he'd find work elsewhere. It took some time, but everyone decided that was the last thing they wanted and tentatively, things began to return to normal.

At 21 and 23 they married on the ranch and Mary-Anne officially moved across the fence line to live with the Griffin family and from then on Jacob joked that he would keep her pregnant enough that at least one kid would want to stick around and help on the ranch when he grew.

Turns out he wasn't lying and they popped out baby after baby, a boy, their precious first and then Mary-Anne's girl followed. She tried to argue stopping there but Jacob still joked the risk was too high they'd both want to leave and another three boys followed. With five babies, Jacob & Mary-Anne were happy to be done but fate had another surprise in store when the twins came along before Ryan was even two. With that Jacob went off to get the snip and their family was done.

They did pretty well on the ranch front, with four our of seven kids still living at home and two of them that want to keep the ranch running when Jacob is ready to turn it over. Angel was the first, with his surprise baby, to bring a grandbaby home and many jokes were had Angel should have known he'd be fertile given his dads track record. Now Wyatt and Layla won't stop complaining to Angel he went and made a baby as now there's more pesterd for grand-baby Griffins that are ranch ready.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

I know that the “Dark Pictures” series is meant to be an anthology, but I would love if we got a prequel to “House of Ashes” centered on the 1947 British expedition. Yes, the expedition failed, but that doesn’t mean EVERYONE died. Maybe some of them (let’s say, five members, just to use a totally random number) survived and tried to tell the British government what happened. The British government then dismissed the survivors as a bunch of loons.

For the playable characters, this is how I’d set it up:

1) Sherman Crow (COURAGEOUS, ROMANTIC), the ex-British soldier who brought the turret. He is voiced and mo-capped by Michael Fassbender, the game’s starring actor.

2) Aline Journeau (AMIABLE, GUARDED), Randolph’s assistant and former member of the French resistance. She uses the same face model as Julia from “Man of Medan”.

3) Layla al-Ghazi (SUPERSTITIOUS, COMPLEX), the Arabic translator who was hired by Lady Bradshaw. She uses the same face model as Erin Keenan from “The Devil in Me”.

4) Bartholomew Bradshaw (FOOLHARDY, INSECURE), the spoiled son of Lady Bradshaw. He uses the same face model as Jeff Whitman from “The Devil in Me”.

5) Arthur Pulman (RELAXED, SELF-RELIANT), the American dig foreman hired by Aline and Randolph. He uses the same face model as Olson from “Man of Medan”, who is also the older Vincent Barnes from “Little Hope”.

[ulkaralakbarova]

A former basketball all-star, who has lost his wife and family foundation in a struggle with addiction, attempts to regain his soul and salvation by becoming the coach of a disparate ethnically mixed high school basketball team at his alma mater. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Jack Cunningham: Ben Affleck Dan: Al Madrigal Beth: Michaela Watkins Angela: Janina Gavankar Doc: Glynn Turman Marcus Parrish: Melvin Gregg Brandon Durrett: Brandon Wilson Kenny Dawes: Will Ropp Sam Garcia: Fernando Luis Vega Chubbs Hendricks: Charles Lott, Jr. Bobby Freeze: Ben Irving Devon Childress: da’Vinchi Father Edward Devine: John Aylward Russ: T.K. Carter Diane: Rachael Carpani Kurt: Todd Stashwick Anne: Nancy Linehan Charles Gerry Norris: Dan Lauria Sal: Chris Bruno Coach Lombardo: Matthew Glave Matty (Bartender): Jeremy Ratchford Susan Norris: Jayne Taini Father Mark Whelan: Jeremy Radin Ryan: Nico David Sarah: Emelia Golfieri Sarah: Layla Golfieri Miguel: Sal Velez Jr. Sofia: Yeniffer Behrens Sully – Ref #2: Eric Tate Doctor: Christine Horn Construction Worker #1: Josh Latzer Construction Worker #2: Manny Streetz David: Justice Alan Liquor Store Owner: Jay Abdo Lead Referee: Joshua Hubbard Burly Man: James P. Harkins Employee: Mike G. Betty: April Adams Haley: Chieko Hidaka Student: Bronwen O’Connor Student: Charlotte Evelyn Williams Student: Kayla Diaz Trinity Coach: Doc Jacobs Gale: Marlene Forte Ken: Shay Roundtree Pat: Chad Mountain Summit Coach: Sandy Fletcher Opposing Coach: Noah Ballou Female Friend – Nancy: Cynthia Rose Hall Referee: Calvin Barber Fish Scale Operator: Dino Lauro Bishop Bench Player: Roman Mathis Bishop Bench Player: Herbert Morales Bishop Bench Player: Mateo Ortiz Bishop Bench Player: Tyler O’Malley Ethan (uncredited): Tom Archdeacon Basketball Player 7 (uncredited): Brian Nuesi Denise (uncredited): Edelyn Okano Cheerleader (uncredited): Carly Schneider Mike Ball Boy (uncredited): Caleb Thomas Eric (uncredited): Hayes MacArthur Basketball Player: Alexander Tassopoulos Birthday Party Guest (uncredited): Mason Blomberg Film Crew: Producer: Gavin O’Connor Producer: Jennifer Todd Producer: Gordon Gray Sound Mixer: Steven A. Morrow Producer: Ravi D. Mehta Set Decoration Buyer: Ellen Dorros Boom Operator: Craig Dollinger Utility Sound: Bryan Mendoza Art Direction: Bradley Rubin Costume Design: Cindy Evans Director of Photography: Eduard Grau Editor: David Rosenbloom Executive Producer: Brad Ingelsby Executive Producer: Mark Ciardi Unit Production Manager: Bob Dohrmann Executive Producer: Kevin McCormick Executive Producer: Aaron L. Gilbert Executive Producer: Jason Cloth Executive Producer: Kaitlyn Taaffe Cronholm Executive Producer: Madison Ainley Production Design: Keith P. Cunningham Casting: Wendy O’Brien Co-Producer: Brittany Hapner Original Music Composer: Rob Simonsen Music Supervisor: Gabe Hilfer Unit Production Manager: Victor Ho Second Assistant Director: Kevin Lum First Assistant Director: Jamie Marshall Visual Effects Supervisor: Bruce Jones Set Decoration: Douglas A. Mowat Set Designer: Paul Sonski Assistant Art Director: Linia Marie Hardy Assistant Art Director: Brittany Bradford Graphic Designer: Stephanie Charbonneau Graphic Designer: Andrew Campbell Art Department Coordinator: Michael LaCorte Leadman: Fred Haft Set Decoration Buyer: Jane Madden Stunt Coordinator: Tom McComas Stunts: Oliver Keller Stunts: Courtney Farnsworth Stunts: Allan Graf Stunts: Craigory Glen Hunter Stunts: Lauren Shaw Stunts: B R Lamar Stunts: David Rowden II Property Master: J.P. Jones Assistant Property Master: Rick Chavez Script Supervisor: Steve Gehrke “A” Camera Operator: Peter Rosenfeld Still Photographer: Richard Foreman Jr. “B” Camera Operator: Michael Merriman First Assistant “A” Camera: Stephen MacDougall Second Assistant “A” Camera: Jordan Pellegrini First Assistant “B” Camera: Jesse Cain Second Assistant “B” Camera: Seth A. Peschansky Digital Imaging Technician: Jesse Tyler Music Editor: Curt Sobel Assistant Editor: Anna Rottke First Assistant Editor: Joe Rosenbloom Soun...

[thespeedyreader]

Black Lives Matter: A (By No Means Complete) Reading List

“Books are a form of political action. Books are knowledge. Books are a reflection. Books change your mind.” - Toni Morrison

It has always been, and always will be, vital to educate ourselves on the world around us. In response to the Black Lives Matter movement, I hope that this blog can become a platform for sharing resources on black history and literature, in a conscious effort to educate both ourselves and those around us. It is our duty to continue to amplify the voices of people of colour, because it is through education that we can make lasting changes in the world.

Here you will find a list of books and essays by authors of colour, and which speak about the experiences of people of colour everywhere. By committing to read even one of these books, you are expanding your consciousness of the lives around you, and giving people of colour a voice.

(Please reblog with your own book recommendations - keep the chain going!)

Classic Fiction

The Bluest Eye - Toni Morrison

Beloved - Toni Morrison

Another Country - James Baldwin

Go Tell It on the Mountain - James Baldwin

The Colour Purple - Alice Walker

Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe

Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys

Kindred - Octavia E. Butler

The Lonely Londoners - Sam Selvon

Small Island - Andrew Levy

Their Eyes Were Watching God - Zora Neale Hurston

To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee

Contemporary Fiction

Americanah - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Girl, Woman, Other - Bernadine Evaristo

An Orchestra of Minorities - Chigozie Obioma

White Teeth - Zadie Smith

Red at the Bone - Jacqueline Woodson

An American Marriage - Tayari Jones

Queenie - Candice Carty-Williams

A Brief History of Seven Killings - Marlon James

Black Leopard Red Wolf - Marlon James

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong

The Vanishing Half - Brit Bennett

Sorry To Disrupt the Peace - Patty Yumi Cottrell

Freshwater - Akwaeke Emezi

The Fifth Season - N.K. Jemisin

My Sister, the Serial Killer - Oyinkan Braithwaite

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours - Helen Oyeyemi

Homegoing - Yaa Gyasi

The Underground Railroad - Colson Whitehead

The Nickel Boys - Colson Whitehead

The Girl With the Louding Voice - Abi Daré

We Cast a Shadow - Maurice Carlos Ruffin

Washington Black - Esi Edugyan

The Black Flamingo - Dean Atta

Just Mercy - Bryan Stevenson 

The Icarus Girl - Helen Oyeyemi 

Poetry, Theatre and Graphic Novels

A Raisin in the Sun - Lorraine Hansberry

Citizen: An American Lyric - Claudia Rankine

Night Sky With Exit Wounds - Ocean Vuong

I Am Alfonso Jones - Tony Medina, illustrated by Stacey Robinson & John Jennings

Your Black Friend and Other Strangers - Ben Passmore

Say Her Name - Zetta Elliot, illustrated by Loveis Wise

Silencer - Marcus Wicker

Don’t Call Us Dead - Danez Smith

How ro Be Drawn - Terrence Hayes

The Black Unicorn - Audre Lorde

Coal - Audre Lorde

Passion - June Jordan

Children’s/YA Fiction

Children of Blood and Bone - Tomi Adeyemi

The Hate U Give - Angie Thomas

Akata Witch - Nnedi Okorafor

Binti - Nnedi Okorafor

You Should See Me in a Crown - Leah Johnson

With the Fire on High - Elizabeth Acevedo

Refugee Boy - Benjamin Zephaniah

Malcolm Little: The Boy Who Grew Up to Become Malcolm X - Ilyasah Shabazz

Not My Idea: A Book About Whiteness - Anastasia Higginbotham

A Is for Activist - Innosanto Nagara

New Kid - Jerry Craft

This Book Is Anti-Racist: 20 Lessons on How to Wake Up, Take Action, and Do the Work - Tiffany Jewell

Non-Fiction and Autobiography

The Miner's Canary: Enlisting Race, Resisting Power, Transforming Democracy - Lani Guiner

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings - Maya Angelou

Me and White Supremacy: How to Recognise Your Privilege, Combat Racism and Change the World - Layla F Saad

Don’t Touch My Hair - Emma Dabiri

Brit(ish): On Race, Identity and Belonging - Afua Hirsch

The Good Immigrant - Nikesh Shukla

Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race - Reni Eddo-Lodge (available for free on Yorsearch)

The New Jim Crow - Michelle Alexander (available for free on Yorsearch)

Sister Outsider - Audre Lorde

So You Want to Talk About Race - Ijeoma Oluo

The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin

The Autobiography of Malcolm X - Malcolm X

White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism - Robin DiAngelo

Divided Sisters: Bridging the Gap Between Black Women and White Women - Midge Wilson & Kathy Russell

They Can’t Kill Us All: Ferguson, Baltimore, and a New Era in America’s Racial Justice Movement - Wesley Lowery

Locking Up Our Own: Crime and Punishment in Black America - James Foreman Jr.

The Wretched of the Earth - Frantz Fanon

When They Call You a Terrorist: A Black Lives Matter Memoir - Patrisse Khan-Cullors & Asha Bandele

Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower - Brittney Cooper

Waking Up White, and Finding Myself in the Story of Race - Debby Irving

The Hidden Rules of Race: Barriers to an Inclusive Economy - Andrea Flynn, Susan R. Holmberg, Dorian T. Warren, & Felicia J. Wong

Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria?: And Other Conversations About Race - Beverly Daniel Tatum

How to Be Anti-Racist - Ibrahim X. Kendi

[goodeveningbella]

round 2 - dreamer trailer

dirk flunked out of sim state after junior year and moved to the woodland trailer park

i gave him a makeover and a secondary aspiration which turned out to be pleasure (i swear 90% of these people get a secondary pleasure aspiration and its like, i get it, but GOD)

dirk seems to have started to understand his father darren better now that hes an adult. one of the first things he wanted to buy when he moved in was an easel. and like, why not. hed taken up painting in college and found he liked it. it was like meditating except he could also earn money and thats a win-win innit. he maxed out his creativity skill and sold his first masterpiece on his first day in his new home

he also wanted to get a job in the architecture career and immediately found an open position as a cement mixer (lvl 1)

he got promoted  on his first day and became a brick layer (lvl 2)

on his day off on wednesday, dirk bootycalled henrietta o’neal from sim state. they fell in love and although shes a young adult and i have no young adult pregnancy mods i rolled whether or not she would become pregnant and Guess What…….

so i was wondering what i should do but after i had them eat grilled cheese for lunch i realized dirk wanted to ask a sim on a date. so i had him ask henrietta on a date

they both got the want to get engaged during this date

so they did. i had her move in because at this point shes been a student for long enough anyway. 

they also Did It like three times over the course of the date and Henrietta ended up pregnant anyway

i consulted random.org to decide what major she would have and got literature, which is funny enough cos it looks like literature is the major family sims tend to choose

and yeah shes a family sim. her secondary aspiration is knowledge

henrietta also wanted to get a job in the oceanography career (how the hell its supposed to match her degree i have No idea) and she found an open position as a sea lice research assistant (lvl 3)

dirk got two more promotions this round; first to foreman (lvl 3) and then head of construction company (lvl 4)

at 3 a.m. on sunday morning, layla dreamer was born

anyway the baby meant the family was running out of room fast but they also had enough money for a house now. so late on sunday evening they packed their things and left the trailer park

[aurora-tsuki]

{An Entry: Belonging}

This place is absolutely beautiful. 

It’s called the Moonlit Observatory… Rosette said Reiyah’s family had the plot and she sold it to Catherina, or something, since the house in Shirogane was full of such bad vibes. They managed to get a hold of this place while I was busy being, well, stupid.

I said and did terrible things, and hurt the people I was trying to protect. While I know it will take time for everyone to stop being mad entirely, they do forgive me. I still need to forgive myself… All I know is this person targeted me because he knew I was the weak link. I am no one special or important or of any influence - if they sent this, it was to get to someone else that I’m close to. But who? Why? 

I got in with the fight rings. It’s been a while since I’ve been there. I know these types. Money and power is what they seek, and they love betting on and using the poor and unfortunate as pawns. They don’t see us as people. It was the only place that I had to start looking that I new how to approach. I dyed my hair black with ink and coloured my scales to look like a Xaela. I made “friends” with another Xaela girl to try and help my cover. She showed me a few tricks with knives. They did not really work with my fighting style, but when I found the circle, wheel-like bladed weapons (the foreman said their called chakrams) in the stadiums armory, I found I could use the what Yusei showed me with knives but also apply my style. 

I got put into the mainline event for the tag-team tournament - Yusei and I worked well together on the field and we gained a reputation. It was to be a big Xaela bloodbath, the rumors running wild that if someone was going to get “nixed” it was going to be in this fight for sure. As soon as I saw the lancer backflip into the ring and the sword and shield wielder drop in, I knew it was them. It was both the best and the worst feeling in the entire world. 

Rosette took a team to the locker rooms. They found the letter. And after getting sufficiently bashed to near-unconscious by Arik (I deserved it), they brought me back to this place… Kayne carried me. I felt paralyzed. Even though I feel guilty and ashamed still, I am so glad that he was there. 

I was scared. I am still very scared. The letter I received on the night of Katalin and Corsair’s wedding was haunting. The thought of seeing any of my friends, my family, hurt or in trouble from whoever this person is -- was and is a terrifying thought. Even now, looking at Rosette is hard. I still see the noose. I try not to pay attention to it. 

They made such strides forward while I was gone. I guess they are under the banner the Aetherwatch now? And they want to go after people like Alaric that use magick for bad things. They already have recruits -- Asher and Layla I think the names were? And maybe Klara, eventually? I think I saw all these people the night I came back, but details are kinda fuzzy. I am so proud for them. And I am so grateful for them. Rosette and I talked for a while in her office about it all. She also thinks the reason why I might be all jumbled up all the time might be from the amnesia. She said maybe we should look into trying to get that fixed. I don’t really know -- it’s hard to miss what I can’t remember having and she ment[this section is abruptly scribbled out with a smear of ink] 

I’m nervous about having them meet my other friends in the beast tribes. Residual nerves from having kept them separated for so long. I know that people look on the tribes poorly - but Rosette at least seemed excited! She even used the names that the Sylphs know to refer them as from me talking about them. I’m relieved. I can stop avoiding answering where I am always going and running off to when I help the tribes. It will take time to get used to. 

But I have to play it careful and play it safe. The man with the monocle is still out there. 

Oh -- one last thing. Rosette lead me all the way up the stairs in the observatory. She lead me to the uppermost floor... to an absolutely beautiful room. It’s the upper observatory. Based on the dusty furniture in here, it looks like it was once an office and a more intimate/comfortable place for observations than the main room, but it has been long since forgotten about. “No one probably wants to walk up the stairs,” Rosette had commented. She told me I should take it as my room. A place for me to belong. 

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[kritikycz]

Ospalá díra - Johnny Depp málem přijde o hlavu!

Tajemné městečko, záhadné vraždy, ponurá atmosféra, bezhlavý rytíř a to vše okořeněno trochou hororu, humoru i romantiky - takto by se dala charakterizovat Ospalá díra (Sleepy Hollow). Je to malé zapadlé městečko v horách, které žije svým vlastním životem a kde byste stěží našli někoho, kdo není s ostatními obyvateli nějak příbuzný. Přesto zde máte možnost prožít příběh, na který…- Více na https://www.kritiky.cz/filmove-recenze/retro-filmove-recenze/2019/ospala-dira-johnny-depp-malem-prijde-o-hlavu/

[jheselbraum]

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my parents worked at a summer camp kind of in the same general area (though in the state above) and centipedes are the worst. i think one time my dad set one on fire?

They’re the fucking worst. They’re demons from hell. I hate them. 

At my old house we used to get them all the time, especially in the summer. It gets pretty gross so I’m putting my centipede stories under a cut

Let’s see... I had a neighbor who would use salad tongs to grab them and dunk them in whiskey, which apparently dissolved them. My mom is from New Jersey and my dad is from North Carolina so neither of them had seen a centipede until they moved here when I was a baby. So my mom was moping and the house we had at the time was on this bluff thing? And at the bottom of the bluff was a lake. So my mom was moping and there’s a fucking centipede on the mop and she just fucking chucks the thing over the fence and down the bluff. Like the whole mop. Throws it like a spear. Centipede and all. One my dad ran over one with his car and it got up and walked away. Once when my sister was a baby, she found a centipede on the wall and my mom freaked out because that thing was literally bigger than my baby sister’s head, so she scooped her up and ran across the street (she was home alone and new to the area, not really sure how to kill them yet) with the baby on her hip to these guys who were building a house across the street. Except there was only one guy there who knew English and he’s like the foreman so he hast to stay, so he listens to her tale and tells one of the young guys to grab a fucking 2x4 and go take are of the centipede for this hysterical white lady. So this guy who’s like half my mom’s age follows her into the house and whacks the centipede in half. Except that doesn’t kill it because centipedes are demons. And he keeps trying to whack the head but he keeps getting the wrong one, so there’s like 14 centipede pieces running around until he finally gets the head and they all died. After that, my dad would whack the heads with a shovel. Once, my dad ran over a centipede with his car and it got up and walked away because they’re satan (we had like five cans of raid for the express purpose of killing centipedes after that).

But that’s not my weirdest centipede story.

My weirdest centipede story is this:

Remember that house that was being built across the street? Well these really super old people moved in. They were like, 80. Super old and frail and needed help doing things but super nice. So I’m in like 4th grade and just getting home from school. Normally I have about a half hour between when I get home and when mom gets home where I’m just by myself. And the rules for being by yourself at age 10 in my house were: if there’s an emergency (I’m sure my mom was thinking robbers but we’re in a really low crime area so it’s more likely to be the weather) go next door we’re friends with all of our neighbors. Our neighborhood wasn’t too fancy  except for our street for some reason? Like literally the only reason we even had that house (two stories, three bedrooms, a pool in the back and lakefront property: it was expensive) was because 1) the builders didn’t do a good job on it so it was kind of super ugly until my mom renovated the hell out of it 2) the driveway was a gateway to hell that literally no company would repave no matter how hard we tried and 3) it had been foreclosed and we got it for way below the asking price. Like we could afford it because this was before the recession and everything, but our neighbors were:

The owners of Dublin Bottling Works. Yeah, that Dublin Bottling Works. Our street overlooked a lake so his family had like a big vacation house (we’re talking three stories and a basement big) right next to us.

A photographer who took frequent trips to various tropical islands to go scuba diving. Unlike most photographers: loaded. Also, bad at picking out gazebo colors.

The aforementioned old couple who didn’t have a lot that wasn’t retirement savings but boy did they have a lot of retirement savings.

So I’m at home, just me and the dog, when the dog starts barking and running up and down the stairs. Now, my dog, Layla, was a beautiful blue merle collie, who barked. A lot. But she never ran up and down the stairs, she would run from one end of the house to the other (usually spinning around as she did so) but not up and down the stairs. So I went to see what she was barking at, because I knew my sister had made some paper bag puppets for school (she was in like, kindergarten or something) and had left them on the stairs and didn’t want them to get smushed by the dog. And lo and behold! There was a big ass centipede, about to bite my dog.

So I’m 10, and also don’t know what centipede bites do to dogs, so I grab Layla’s leash and tie her to an armchair in the living room (small enough for me to move but too big for her to move) and run next door, to the Rich Soda People’s house. Because they’re young and spry and Adults so they can Lift the Shovel (I was 10, and we had pets, the cabinet with all the Raid in it was locked)

Except they weren’t there. So I ran to the Rich Photographer Guy’s house, and he wasn’t there either.

So finally I went to the Old People’s house and lo and behold, the old man answered the door. So I’m panting and out of breath and ask him if it’s okay if I grab the dog and wait for my mom to get home at his house, because there’s a centipede in the house and this guy’s old and Frail and Can’t Lift the Shovel (I know because my dad helps him garden).

So the old man insists he come to my house to see the bug. In my head I’m thinking “oh he must mean he’s going to open the cabinet with the Raid in it, because he’s an Adult and can Unlock It” so I take him to my house across the street, and show him the centipede. It’s still sitting there, with its head in the air and ready to strike. Right next to my kid sister’s paper bag puppets.

Before I can say “I’ll show you where the raid cabinet is,” the old man grabbed a paper bag, one singular paper bag, whacked the centipede (the same centipede that can survive getting chucked off a cliff, the same centipede that can survive getting chopped in half by a 2x4, the same centipede that can survive getting run over by a fucking suburban) he whacked the cendipede exactly once, with the singular paper bag.

And he fucking killed it.

He scooped the hell-bug’s unmoving corpse outside, said “come on over next time you need somethin” and left.

sorry I have a lot of centipede stories

[linssikeittomies]

BelleTolls: Layla - 2327

I found out that you can delete the space between line breaks! I use a lot of line breaks and it was driving me nuts that my text has so much needless space! Also I suddenly remembered that I’ve forgotten to ask for co-authors in basically all my posts ^^’ Anyone, if you’re interested or know someone who might be interested let me know!

Masterpost

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(Year 2327)

This was the witch. A deathly pale, stick-frail apparition, whose cloudlike black robe seemed more meaty and dangerous than the wearer. Her paper-white face was mostly hidden from sight by long, sleek, black hair, leaving only thin, blood-red lips peeking from behind the diaphanous veil. It was if she might be pushed over by a cobweb, or dissolve in sunlight.

And yet, even in the corner of the brightly lit room, she seemed to absorb all light, leaving everyone in near darkness. She was silent as a snowflake falling on water, but only because her mere presence would make a dead body tremble. The witch did not need mass or words to show her might; she needed only to exist. Aedan watched her with the terrified intrigue of a young child who has yet to learn it is far more wise to flee from such creatures. But for the moment, he fancied himself a brave hero, one who would defeat the beasts the adults were terrified of. He toyed with ideas of ambush, or perhaps a noble duel – which turned to nightmares filled with death and torture as the witch turned her invisible eyes to him and let out a single, almost inaudible titter, her spider-leg lips stretching slightly. Aedan escaped behind the legs of his father, who himself was glancing at the witch at regular intervals. Many might say, with indifference – but Aedan, despite his meager seven years, could tell it was nervous verging on fear. Team leader Nedjma smirked at Aedan, she was a muscular woman and next to the rail thin foreman looked inhumanly big. But even she didn’t feel as dangerous as the wispy witch, who had stopped smiling eerily, had even turned away completely to look out the office window, her pallid face barely colored by the bright golden red rays of sunset. Team leader Nedjma pretended she wasn’t bothered by the witch, but her eyes kept wandering to the window and her fingers flexed constantly. Foreman Coleanne wasn’t as good at hiding his fear, nervously flinching at every noise, never letting the witch out of his sight, knees bent, ready to bolt at any second. Only Aedan’s father could keep up his facade. His voice stayed level, he didn’t spare many glances to the witch, his hands didn’t twitch. The only clear way to see he wasn’t at ease was the thin sheet of sweat on his temples. The trio talked about teams again, or maybe divisions, and budgets, Aedan didn’t care, because he was transfixed on the witch. She was humanoid in appearance, of course – that’s what Grandmother said witches look like. But the things she did, or didn’t do, they weren’t human. She stood at that window for several minutes, completely still, not the slightest hint of swaying or twitch of muscle, not even the rise and fall of her chest ever graced her being. She was a statue. You could forget she was alive if she just decided to stay at that window, instead of turning silently and gliding out the door too smoothly to be a tangible being. When she went, two of the three adults let out a deep breath, one more obviously than the other. “I can’t believe you can keep – that - thing under control”, foreman Coleann said in a trembling voice, wiping away sweat from his brow. “I’m more impressed by how you managed to get it working for you in the first place!” team leader Nedjma nervously laughed, patting down her hair in an attempt to look poised. Aedan’s father folded his hands and creased his brow. “We didn’t”, he confessed tiredly. “She simply appeared at the manor fifteen years ago. She has never given a reason for her presence, nor does she go on most hunts. She is far too strong for us to defeat it, but has never violated our hospitality.” The director sighed in defeat. “In truth, we live in fear of her.” “If only Rogers had specialized in witches instead of lycans”, Nedjma commented. “A terror on the field, that one. Might surpass even me one day.” Aedan often heard of team leader Nedjma – defeated a pair of lycans yesterday, already on the hunt for the next one today. He couldn’t understand why the woman was so respected and regarded as dangerous: to him, she merely seemed a heavy-set boxer, who should not be able to keep up with a hedgehog. Aedan did not know much about monsters yet, but he did know lycans were the most agile – grandmother Layla had told him that a human needed years of hard training just to keep up with them. Aedan was sure team leader Nedjma was a liar.