#lola x tommy

[idealuk]

Not ABC 🤡ing by ...

... bringing back the middle-aged and stagnated "See me!" couple (originally from the episode in which also featured Buck discovering what love is from an old gay couple named Thomas and Mitchell) who are, once again, not actually (despite appearances) on the same page about their relationship (directly juxtaposed by Buck's pseudo parents) immediately after Buck started dating a woman who he thinks 'sees him' (a notion to which Eddie, if only physically, vehemently rebuked) only to have him broken up with her in the interim of the network switch because she wanted to keep him in a morbid stagnation (which Eddie was happily welcomed to learn) and they had Eddie enlist Buck, not Marisol (who volunteered herself to help chaperone Christopher's date), when Christopher needed advice on girls which Buck ended up not being able to actually help with whilst their talk led to Eddie and Christopher reaching greater acceptance about Shannon's death all in their first episode and stealthily establishing that Maddie also speaks Spanish so she can have semi-private conversations with her would-be future brother-in-law and nephew in the future while not even mentioning Marisol in the second episode.

Next, they're having Tommy come back for a helicopter rescue, and, from a glimpse that we saw in the promo, Eddie might have flashbacks to his traumatic past in the army because of it and who's right next to him this time around? Buck. My Charles/Thomas/Mitchell-named characters being in pivotal Buddie/Dickl(e)y episodes theory has yet to be wrong and it looks like that will still hold up with ABC's third episode.

... Never mind the increase in teasing and grounding touches and the intriguing goads in interviews like we were never given so vociferously when the show was a FOX production.

[zappedbyzabka]

Daniel dressed as Roger Rabbit and Johnny dressed as Jessica Rabbit amen

[elkian]

I've seen a lot of takes about the Hbomb video - here's a link; he's also done some similar works criticizing Allen Wakefield (accidentally instigated the prime anti-vax movement while trying to scam people) and Tommy Tallerico (similar vein to The Video, of plagiarism/credit theft).

I've also enjoyed some of his teardown videos, but my real favorites are his Why FNV Is Genius (and Here's Why) and Pathologic Is Genius (And Here's Why), which lead me to buying and playing (some of) Pathologic 2.

One thing worthy of note is that he specifically requests that nobody start a witch hunt over the subjects of his videos. He is an opinionated person and his righteous indignation is very entertaining, but I've never seen him seriously suggest people harass any real human beings. Suggestions to do so after watching the video have been made by the viewers and are explicitly condemned by Hbomb himself in the video. Just saying.

But more to the point is how he ends the video: he decides to cap it off with a reel of suggested viewing for people who create the kinds of things Somerton allegedly made himself, focusing on queer creators.

Here's the playlist linked in the video description:

I don't doubt other people have shared this already, but it hasn't crossed my dash, so I thought I'd give it a mention. It's a really nice way to end a video that, while focusing on informing the viewers and warning people of potential scammers essentially, does have a negative tone at times because he is, well, tearing into someone's monumental career of plagiarism.

The playlist links to videos by Alexander Avila (who was himself plagiarized by Somerton), Matt Baume, Lady Emily, verilybitchie, RickiHirsh, Shanspeare, Khadija Mbowe, hazel, Herby Revolus, Maggie Mae Fish, Kaz Rowe, Kat Blaque, Lily Alexandre, max teeth, drapetomania, Kameno -o, Lola Sebastian, Princess Weekers, CJ The X, Jennie Geist, Mia Mulder, Nick DiRamio, Sarah Z, Rowan Ellis, and finally Maven of the Eventide.

(I have chosen to spare my wrists and sanity by not hyperlinking those names because the playlist is literally right there.)

Fun facts: this list, which apparently also has nonbinary and trans artists on it, contains 0 names I am already familiar with. I don't spend a lot of time on Youtube outside of very specific needs, but this still makes for a good opportunity for me to familiarize myself with work from others in the community.

Anyways, I just think that's an extremely cool way to end a four-hour-video that, while extremely entertaining, is a bit of a down to watch and realize how easily extremely unmotivated people are stealing others' work and making bank off of it. That's all I had to say, goodnight.

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

At the Cabaret Pt. 4 | Tommy Shelby x fem!character

Summary: Tommy fights his inner dialogue while Lenore recovers from the very serious trauma that has occurred. Will she actually ever be able to recover and will she ever actually forgive Tommy for his role in what happened? A rift has set in between the two key-players and yet at the same time, Tommy begins to fall in love.

Warnings: Mentions of the previous sexual and physical assault. Lasting injuries and recovery, stitches and pain. Polly discusses domestic abuse. Mentions of semen and some minor graphic details from the previous chapter. I used the word "r*pe" once or twice when referring to the assault (because that's what it was). This chapter focuses on the deescalation of the previous events. Read with caution and take care! The next few chapters will be much less intense. Thank you for baring with me!

word count: 4720k

I Know It's Over- Jeff Buckley 🎵

Radio- Lana Del Rey 🎶

Don't Hate Me- Lola Young 🎵

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Lenore had James’ eyes. They could have been twins if they weren’t two years apart in age. It was hard for him to see Lenore after coming back because every time he spoke to her, he saw James in her face. Seeing her like this… it felt like James was dying all over again and there was nothing that he could do. He shouldn’t have left her, she was right. She was so right and he cursed himself for being so blind, so selfish, and stupid. He sat there as she slept and cringed at the feeling in his heavy chest. Even though James was now dead, he always felt like James would kill him if he touched her, for even thinking about her in that way. He hadn’t thought about her in that way until he saw her at the Cabaret after all those years they had been apart. 

She knew all about his sex-life and the whores he took to bed. Why did she care? Didn’t she see that he couldn’t feel the same way about people that maybe she could? Love was hard, it was a shell of a feeling that he couldn’t quite crack open. It’s not that he didn’t want to love but that part of his soul seemed closed off to him. Seeing her dance at the Cabaret made him want her… sexually. He stopped seeing her as a sister and as a woman he wanted. He shied away from the way she made him feel. He felt it was wrong in the way he wanted her. Up until now, he’d only seen her as a baby-sister, the sister of his best friend. But he cared whether she lived or died. He wanted to see her perform without a deep dreg of guilt. He wanted to take her home and make love to her. He wanted her to be his in every way. 

She slept for another hour and he stayed with her until she awoke, shifting against the sheets restlessly. When she opened her eyes, stale tears lingered beneath her eyelashes. 

“Tommy?” She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to collect the pieces of her fragmented mind. He hummed a response. 

“Tommy?” She said again.

“Yes?” 

“Will you take me home now?” She asked softly and he nodded. 

“Yeh, come on.” He helped her sit up and she winced. “Careful now.” He warned as she swung her legs over the bed. He helped her rebuckle her shoes that the nurses had taken off and supported her hip as she took a few tentative steps forward. 

“Alright?” He asked as she hobbled forward. 

“Think so.” She mumbled, her eyes set straight in careful concentration. They got through into the waiting room and Tommy spotted his brothers and aunt Polly waiting on a set of metal chairs. John and Arthur were arguing and Polly was smoking a cigarette quietly, rolling her eyes as the boys talked. When she saw Tommy and Lenore, she stood and stubbed out her cigarette. 

“My God, Tommy.” She muttered under her breath and Tommy shot her a threatening look. 

“How are you, girl?” Arthur asked with a small brotherly smile. 

“I’m alright…” She answered,

“As much as one could expect, eh?” Polly cut-in and shook her head. “Come with us, Lenore. We’ll get you home.” She got her handbag and Arthur harassed John for the keys to the car. 

“Let John drive. He’s less drunk.” Polly snapped and followed them out. Tommy slipped off his heavy black coat and put it around Lenore’s shoulders. 

“Come on then?” He rubbed her shoulder as she walked down the steps to the waiting car. Polly was sitting in the backseat and helped her climb inside. She patted her thigh affectionately and glanced over at Tommy. 

They said nothing as they drove, except Arthur who caught Tommy up on the recent developments. They’d bought the racetrack at a cheap price and were officially switching owners. 

“Mm good.” Tommy nodded, distracted and lit a cigarette. He offered it to Lenore who took a long drag and exhaled with her head falling gently on the backseat. 

“We’re taking you home with us,” Tommy told her, “to our place in Small Heath.” 

“Why?” 

“It’ll be safer for you there,” was all he said. It was dark outside by the time they parked the car outside their building. Tommy helped her out of the car and through the door, directing her to the kitchen where she could sit by the fire. Finn, only ten or so, stood just outside the door into the pantry and watched as Tommy set her down in a chair. Lenore still felt as though she were crying though no tears actually fell. She felt like she was sobbing but she made no sound. 

“Finn, go to the Garrison and get some whiskey.” Tommy ordered and Finn scampered off with his hat pulled down over his head. 

“We’ll uh, leave you alone.” Arthur cleared his throat and pulled John away from the kitchen. Polly rolled her eyes again and clicked her tongue at Tommy. 

“Go with them, Tom. I’ll sit with her until the whiskey gets back.” 

Tommy looked at Lenore and sucked on the inside of his cheek before following John and Arthur into the other room. With Tommy gone, Lenore felt colder. She pulled his jacket closer around herself and slipped slightly in the seat, hissing in pain. 

“Poor girl.” Polly tutted and pulled up a chair opposite her by the fire. “Now I know this is all still fresh and painful but I’d like to know what happened, Lenore.” 

“You’re Polly?” Lenore asked carefully, recognizing her face from years before. Polly chuckled. 

“Right. I knew you and your brother well. I knew your mother too… god rest her soul,” she paused and lit a cigarette. She handed one to Lenore and lit it for her. “I’m sorry about your brother James. I’m sure you already know how much Tommy loved him. It’s a shame what happened to him, and I’m sorry.�� She stared into the hearth and flicked her cigarette onto the hot smoke. Lenore exhaled a string of smoke up into the air and nodded. 

“I know.” Was all she could say. 

“And I’m sorry about what happened today too.” Polly looked back at her with knowing eyes. Lenore said nothing but bit her lip and tried to hide her black eye in the shadow of the fireplace. 

“He gave you quite the shiner, eh?” She tried to smile, “I used to get them nearly everyday from my late-husband.” She crossed her legs. 

“You did?” Lenore asked. 

“Oh yes. He beat me almost every chance he got. And then he died in some accident and I’ve never had one since.” She looked up at the ceiling and blew out a cloud of smoke. 

“You’re a Cabaret dancer, yeah?” Polly asked. 

“Yes.” She nodded. 

“So you’ve seen it before, haven’t you? The things those men will do to working girls?” 

She nodded again and looked away, remembering the bruises and cuts girl’s received when they returned from the back alley or back rooms, hoping to make a little more money and getting robbed of it instead. 

The front door opened and Finn ran in with a bottle of whiskey. He set it down on the kitchen table and ran into the other room to find his brothers. Polly poured them both a tall glass and handed one to Lenore. 

“Now, Lenore, tell me what that son-of-a-bitch did to you.” She said calmly and swallowed half of the glass. Lenore watched her, tears coming to her eyes as she remembered the pain. She downed the glass of whiskey and nodded, preparing herself to speak. Tommy and John sat silently in the next room listening. Arthur took Finn outside to fool around and distract him from what was happening in the kitchen. 

“Tommy took me to the races so that I could distract Billy Kimber while he tried to make a deal with his men and everyone else could deal with the croons stealing money from gamblers. I did as he asked, and I danced with Kimber but Kimber was… so mad.” Her voice broke and she took a deep breath before continuing, “he was so mad that I had arrived with Tommy and pulled me off the dance floor. He said that since he’d been so kind to me or something before, I had to pay him back. He forced me through the room and off into a bathroom. I tried to fight him but he pushed me and punched me. He held me down…” she paused again. “He held me down and slammed my head against the floor whenever I tried to fight him. I tried to scream for Tommy but he covered my mouth. He couldn’t get it up so he rubbed himself for a while before he could….” She swallowed. “It was so disgusting to hear him and I felt like I was going to get sick over and over again but I didn’t. I wanted to faint but I couldn’t. When we heard Tommy’s gunshot, he tried to finish faster.” 

“Did he cum?” Polly asked matter-of-factly. 

“Yes, but he was so small I don’t think it got very far…” She almost started laughing because it was all too much to handle. 

“Of course he was. That just makes sense.” She chuckled and nodded her on. 

“When he finished Tommy got up to the door and tried to get in but he couldn't. I tried screaming and when I did, Kimber kicked me with the toe of his shoe. I was worried that it might have broken something but I think the doctor only had to do some stitches.”

“Where did he kick you?” Polly raised an eyebrow. Lenore pointed to her crotch slowly.

“Here.”

“Jesus, he kicked you right in the cunt?” Polly grimaced and shook her head.

Arthur cringed in the other room and instinctively covered his groin. Tommy ignored him and spun his cigarette slowly in his fingers. 

“Then Tommy got in and shot him. I had his blood on me…” She shivered. Polly patted her hand gently and inhaled deeply. 

“I want you to know that I understand. I know.” She said evenly and Lenore understood what she meant. 

“Has it happened before?” Polly asked.

“No, usually I can say no without it becoming an issue.” She shook her head, reminiscing about all the time she had denied someone. “It's the powerful men, they think they can do whatever they want with me.” She sneered angrily and almost mentioned Tommy but even though Tommy did exactly as she thought he would and left her in a vulnerable situation, he wouldn’t do what Kimber did to her.

“I know what you’re thinking, Lenore, but you know he wouldn’t do that.” Polly said in a low voice. “He’s better than that. He’s not a great man but he’s a good man.” 

Lenore nodded and drank the rest of her whiskey. 

“I’ll draw you a bath. You can sleep in Ada’s room. She married that communist… what’s his name… Feddie Thorne,” she snapped her fingers. “Come on, follow me.” She showed her up the stairs and to a bedroom on the second floor. The walls were painted a dirty blue with dark wallpaper. Ada’s old room was the same color as the hall and it had a small bed with a pink quilt. There was a makeup stand with a few books stacked on the edge, an old oriental rug, and a gaslamp. 

“The bathroom’s down the hall. I’ll bring in the tub for your bath. You should wash tonight, it’ll make you feel better.” 

“Thank you, Polly.” She whispered, so comforted by the small acts of kindness. Polly nodded and left the room momentarily. She removed Tommy’s coat and laid it out on the bed. She removed her jewelry and gloves, pushing them to the side of the bed. She took off her shoes and her stockings. Polly came back with the heavy tub and put it down. 

“The water’s on,” she smiled and stepped out again. Lenore went to the makeup stand and picked up Ada’s old brush, the silver handle with beautiful designs. She brushed her hair and rubbed her face with her hands. The door opened again and Polly carried two large buckets of hot, steaming water. She poured them into the tub. 

“There’s two more.” She hurried out again and was back quickly with two more pails. When she dumped them into the bath she wiped her brow and directed Lenore to get in. “It’ll be hot so wait a few minutes but it's all yours.”  

“Thank you.” Lenore smiled and looked down at the clean, steaming water. Polly left and closed the door behind her. Lenore stripped off her dress and held the ruddy fabric between her hands, crying softly into the material. She’d made the dress herself and now she hated the sight of it. The red was grotesque and frightening now. She draped the dress over a wooden dowel drying rack and climbed slowly into the bath. The water was hot but incredibly soothing. She lowered herself down and spread out in the metal basin. With careful fingers, she scrubbed every inch of her body with a bar of soap Polly had left for her. She washed her face and cleaned below her fingernails. 

There was a soft knock at the door and she saw Tommy’s head emerge from behind the door. 

“I brought you more water.” He held up two buckets. 

“I’m naked, Tommy.” She laughed softly, weakly. Tommy shrugged, shaking the water in the buckets as he did so. 

“I know.” 

“Are you ok with that?” She asked again and he nodded. 

He approached the bath slowly and knelt by the basin. He avoided looking into the water where her naked body floated like a lily pad and slowly added more water into the tub. He started to stand when she reached out for his arm. She said nothing as she held the loose fabric of his shirt and he looked down at her trying to decipher the message she sent him with her eyes. He pulled up a chair from the side wall and sat beside her, keeping some distance so he wasn’t looking directly into the water. He lit a cigarette and handed it to her, she smoked it in the bath, sliding her head down almost into the water. They sat in silence as she finished washing herself. Tommy stood and retrieved a towel from the trunk at the foot of Ada’s bed and opened it up. Lenore stood in the bath, water dripped from her and the cold December air snuck through the thin windows and chilled her. Tommy wrapped her in the towel and helped her out of the bath. 

She sat on Ada’s bed while he went into her drawers and found an old set of pajamas, one with pants. Without saying a word, he removed her towel and pulled the camisole over her head. He noticed the light bruising on her chest and stomach where Kimber had grabbed her. He pulled the pants over her feet and up her thighs, pressed against the bed, over her cunt and the small mess of blondish brown hair that started something in his stomach. She pulled her legs up to her chest and shivered. He took Ada’s brush from the table and ran it through her wet hair, with a gentle precision that stunned her. He pulled back the covers and helped her climb inside. He draped his jacket over her for extra warmth and moved the gaslight to sit by the bed. 

“I’m just in the next room, the one on the right. Polly is downstairs by the living room. You’re safe here,” he reminded her and bent down slowly, kissing her on her forehead and lingering his lips on her damp skin. 

He rose and left quietly and she watched as his back receded into the darkness of the hallway. She fell asleep almost immediately and when she awoke, it was an hour after 2am. She sat up in bed and looked around. The room was dark and still. She felt like she was living in a corpse and got up from the cold bed. Quietly, she snuck out into the hallway. She could hear Arthur talking downstairs with John. She assumed Polly had gone to sleep like Finn. There was still light coming from beneath Tommy’s door. She stood there for a while, wondering what she should do. She felt cold and empty, plagued by Kimber’s touch and blood. She wanted to be held and she wanted Tommy to do it. She turned the knob and opened the door slowly. He was standing in front of the small fireplace in his room, wearing a white undershirt and his suit pants. He heard her come in and turned, slightly surprised to see that she was awake. 

“Is everything ok?” He asked. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” She asked quietly and he looked back at the fireplace briefly before turning to her and nodding. His bed was pushed against the wall, an opium pipe hidden beneath his pillow. He pulled out the pipe and set it on his desk. 

“What do you use that for?” She asked, recognizing its purpose. 

“Nightmares.” He said and then looked down at her, “but you won’t need it because you won’t have any, alright? You won’t have any nightmares while you’re here.” 

She nodded, her lip quivered and he directed her into his bed and held her close to his chest, resting his chin on her head. She breathed in his scent and felt her body relax slowly into the barrier he provided against the world. She sighed sleepily and looked up at him. 

“Tommy?” 

“Mm?” 

“Do you remember when I said that you were beautiful?” She whispered. She felt him smile and nod. 

“Yeah.” 

“I take it back.” 

“Why?” He furrowed his brow but kept his voice straight. 

“Because you’re more than just beautiful, Tommy.” She pushed herself up on her elbows so she could look down at him. He inhaled deeply. 

“I’m sorry, Lenore.” He whispered in his deep voice. 

“I know.” She nodded and put her head against his neck so that she could kiss him gently beneath his jaw. When she pulled away, he supported her head in his hands and brought her gently to his lips. He kissed her softly, neither of them moved their lips as they pulled away, just savoring the way their lips felt against each other. She nestled back against her chest and fell asleep to the rhythm of his breathing. 

…

When she woke up, he was still holding her against his chest, asleep. She savored the way he smelled and how the sheet felt wrapped around their legs like spiderwebs. Her lower body ached and she burrowed closer to Tommy’s chest, seeking out his warmth. His eyes opened slowly and the light of day brightened his aquamarine irises. He inhaled deeply and stretched his arms out above his head and Lenore clung to his chest, holding his shirt in her hands. 

“How do you feel?” He asked her, his voice raspy from sleep. 

“It still hurts a little.” She answered honestly and hissed quietly when Tommy trailed his fingers gently over her blackeye. 

“It looks like it hurts.” He frowned and looked down at her, his eyes swelling with a shared sense of pain and desire to protect her from it. 

“Do you want some water?” He asked and when she nodded, he reached over to his bedside table and poured her a cup of water from a glass bottle. She sat up in the bed, leaning against the wall at the head of the bed and drank the water with both hands. He watched from below, his pinky finger resting against her side discreetly. The bedroom door banged open and Arthur walked in loudly. When he saw them in bed, he froze and laughed awkwardly. Tommy looked at him and then at the back wall, his gaze returning to its steely position as he clenched his jaw, slightly embarrassed. 

“Sorry, Tommy. I didn’t think she was in here.” He ran a hand through his hair and started to back out. 

“What is it, Arthur?” Tommy rubbed his face in his hands and sat up. 

“Polly wants to see you.” He grunted and winked at Lenore before closing the bedroom door. Tommy sighed and shoved himself out of the bed they had crammed themselves into the night before. 

“What do you think she wants?” She asked.

“She probably wants to know if we’re keeping the shop open today.” He went to his closet and took out a dress shirt. He put it on quickly and tucked it into his pants. 

“Tommy.” She called from the bed.

“Hm?” He looked over his shoulder.

“Your trousers are creased from sleeping.” She pointed and he looked down at the lazy seams. 

“Fuck, you’re right.” He sighed and removed a second pair of dress trousers from his closet. He stripped off his trousers, standing in his basic cotton briefs and pulled on the new ones. Then he tucked in his shirt, buttoned up his vest, and found the matching suit jacket. She watched him put on socks and shoes, simple domestic acts that felt so sensual and loving in the ways he did it. Finally he slipped his pocket watch into his vest pocket and walked back over to the bed. 

“I’ll be back, eh?” He smoothed his thumbs over her face and his heart melted when she nodded. 

“Ok, Tommy.” She murmured and he went to the door. 

“Good, girl.” He nodded goodbye and slipped out into the hall and she could hear him clamor down the stairs to the kitchen where Polly must have been waiting for him. 

Lenore pulled the covers back up to her chin and fell asleep once more in his bed. 

Tommy thundered down the stairs. Polly was waiting for him in the kitchen, chain smoking. Arthur and John sat at the kitchen table, each with a short glass of whiskey. 

“What is it?” Tommy asked as he sat down at the table. Arthur and John looked away, embarrassed.  

“Really, Tommy?” Polly burst out, gesturing to the stairs. “Why’s that girl in your bed?”

“She asked to sleep with me and I let her.” Tommy sighed and glanced angrily at Arthur. 

“Sorry, Tommy-” Arthur started but Polly waved her cigarette at him.

“Oh shut up will yah? You slept with her?” She leaned on the table and pointed the butt of her cigarette at him. 

“I was comforting her.” He furrowed his eyebrows. 

“That’s what you call comforting? After all you fucking put her through!” She shook her head. Tommy jumped up, knocking his chair back and slammed his fist on the table.

“I didn’t fuck her, Pol, if that’s what you’re accusing me of. God knows why after all I did and fucked up, she came to me and asked me to be with her and I couldn’t deny her that. I may not be a good man but I’m not fucking Kimber, eh? She just wanted to sleep with me and so I let her!” He yelled at them and grabbed a third glass to fill it with whiskey. 

“Now, now that we’ve covered that fucking issue, what was the real reason you wanted to see me?” He growled darkly and took a swig of the liquor. 

…

When she woke up the second time, Lucy was there beside Tommy’s bed. 

“Oh Lenore, good you’re awake!” She exclaimed and took her hand. “I’ve been so worried.” 

“Lucy?” She rubbed her eyes sleepily. “How’d you know where I was?” She asked.

“Tommy sent me a message at the Cabaret. I was worried sick when you didn’t come home last night. He explained what happened… I’m so sorry, Nore.” She squeezed Lucy’s hand back and smiled sadly. Not wanting to cry, she changed the subject.

“Where’s Tommy now?” 

“Polly said that he’s at the Garrison with Arthur and John. He’s been in and out all day apparently.” 

“Mhmm.” She hummed softly and sat up. 

“He’s posting a guard outside our flat just for the time being, until everything blows over, he said. They dumped Kimber’s body in the canal and paid off his men but it's better to be safe than sorry.” She chuckled awkwardly.  

“You know I feel like this is all my fault in the first place for encouraging you to meet with Tommy. Maybe if I hadn’t, we’d never be in this situation.” 

“Don’t say that, Luce.” She cut her off. 

“Has Tommy been good to you since?”

“Yes, Luce. He’s been wonderful. It doesn’t change what happened but I feel safer.” Lenore answered honestly. 

“You’re in his bed…” Lucy pointed out suggestively and Lenore rolled her eyes.

“It’s not what you think, Lucy. I just needed to be with someone… I didn’t want to be alone. We didn’t have sex, I don’t think I even could.” 

“But would you have wanted to?” 

“I was just raped, Lucy. Of course I didn’t want to have sex with him. I just wanted to be close to him. I wanted to feel protected and that’s what he did.” 

“Maybe he is a good man after all.” 

“If that’s the standard… it's a pretty low bar, Luce.” 

“Well, just think about the people we work with, Nore. What kind of men would they be?” She raised an eyebrow and Lenore sighed. 

“I don’t want to think about bad men for a while, ok?” She asked weakly and Lucy lowered her eyes. 

“Of course, I’m sorry. When do you want to come back to the flat?” 

“Tonight, if I can. I want to go home to my own bed and my own clothes.” 

“Ok, I’ll ask Polly if she can drive us.” Lucy nodded and stood. “Lenore?” 

“Yes?” 

“Do you think you love him?” Lucy asked with a lowered voice.

“I don’t know, Lucy.” She shook her head and closed her eyes. 

She borrowed one of Ada’s old coats and returned Tommy’s to his room. On a piece of paper that she took from his small desk, she wrote: Tommy,

I’m going back to my flat with Lucy. Thank you for taking care of me. Come to the Cabaret sometime and I’ll show you a good time. - Nore

Smiling, she left the note on the casing of his pillow, it relaxed on the old indent of her head. She brushed her fingers over the sheets, fingering the thick ridges of fabric. Part of her wanted to stay, to be close to him in every way but she also wanted to go home, she needed to go home. She wanted to be in her own bed, a place she recognized. As much as she tried to trust Tommy, she wanted to be around women for a little while. 

Polly drove them back to their flat and got out of the car with them to hug Lenore goodbye. Polly’s fur lined coat was soothing against her skin and she hugged the woman back. Lucy climbed the stairs as Lenore pulled away. 

“Be strong.” Polly smiled. “It’ll get better.” 

“Thanks Polly.” She nodded and stepped away. 

“And Lenore!” Polly called as Lenore started up the steps to the second floor landing. “He wants to do the right thing, Tommy does, but you can always say no. He won’t hold you to anything, Lenore.” 

“Ok.” She answered slowly, confused but Polly climbed back into the car before she could ask anything else. The milky white headlights floated away with the car and she sighed, climbing back up the stairs to her flat. She drank tea with her flatmates and was caught up on all of the Cabaret news. 

“The audience is going mad without you.” Clara tutted. “I’ve tried to keep them entertained for the 24 hours that you’ve been gone but nothing will help!” She giggled. 

“I’m going back tomorrow.” Lenore announced suddenly and the girls fell quiet.

__________

End of part 4 :)

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Tweek - Craig - Stan - Kyle - Kenny - Cartman - Wendy - Bebe - Kevin Stoley - Pete Thelmen - Henrietta - Annie Knitts - David Rodriguez - Clyde Donovan - Trent Boyett - Bridon - Davey Harrison - Gary Harrison - Christophe - Gregory - Tricia Tucker - BloodRayne(Katie) - Karen McCormick - Michael(Tall Goth) - Pip Pirrup - Damien Thorn - Red - Ike - Jimmy - Heidi - Butters- Mercedes - Porsche - Charlotte - Lizzy - Rebecca Cotswold -

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Creek, Stary, Kyvid, Bendy, Kenman, Hennie(henriettaxannie), Gregstophe, Revin, Mercyde(Mercedes x Clyde), Brete( Bridon x Pete) and Dip.

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【WANTED CHARACTERS】

Tolkien Black - Timmy Burch - Scott Malkinson - Mike Makowski - Firkle - Nichole Daniels - Thomas (Le Petit Tourette) - Estella Havisham - Leslie Meyers - Nelly - Bradley Biggle - Shelly Marsh - Jenny Simmons ‐ Lola - Jason White - Alejandro White - Timmy- Pocket - Spencer Hollis- Brimmy - Josh (Hannibal Kid)- Dogpoo- Bradley (Cartman Sucks)- Corey Lanskin- Davey Solokov - Jessica Rodriguez- Marc Cotswolds- Sophie- Tammy- Tommy- Ferrari- Heather- Lexus- Allison- Annie Gelson- Larry- Ravyncrowe- Ryan- Vladimir- Amanda Harrison- Dougie- Flora- Filmore- Jeni - Jenny Harrison- Kevin McCormick- Mark Harrison- Billy Miller

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Any character will be accepted, even if one is not listed! Just let us know what character you want, and that's fine! We are 100% okay with background characters, too. Just let us know exactly who! Otherwise, it's free to choose! You may even choose an adult/parent if you would like, but please let us know due to certain plot points!

[nyan-nyax3]

˚₊‧ hatsukoisou id pack ☆

names ꒱

abel, adam, ambrose, amos, archer, astor, august, baker, barclay, basil, bishop, caden, camden, cecil, cody, cosmo, cyrus, davey, declan, denzel, devon, dion, eddy, eli, esme, everett, forrest, fraser, grayson, harry, jackson, jasper, joel, joseph, layton, leon, liam, louis, lucian, merlin, milo, monty, nicky, peter, porter, rolo, samuel, silas, sterling, teddy, tommy, virgil, woody

addy, alice, allie, amber, angel, april, ashley, asia, autumn, avril, azura, bambi, barbie, becca, bella, birdie, bunny, callie, cammie, camryn, candi, chelsey, christi, cleo, coral, crystal, cyndi, dahlia, daisy, demi, diamond, dixie, dolly, ella, erin, ethel, flower, ginger, halo, hazel, heather, iris, keira, kestrel, lilac, lily, lola, lotus, lucille, lulu, marie, meadow, mercy, mia, misty, molly, mona, noelle, nova, olive, opal, petal, poppy, princess, promise, rosy, roxy, spirit, tempest, topaz, velvet, violet

alex, ashton, aspen, azure, billie, blessing, bobbie, brandy, bronte, cedar, celeste, charlie, cherish, clover, cyan, dannie, denver, dusty, easter, eden, favour, fortune, francis, frankie, harper, haven, heaven, ivy, jackie, jewel, joey, jordyn, journey, july, kasey, lacey, laverne, lennon, lucky, lyric, maple, navy, oakley, ocean, palmer, pepper, phoenix, raven, riley, river, ronnie, rory, royal, sawyer, silver, sparrow, sunday, tawny, windsor

pronouns ꒱

ae / aer, shi / hir, vae / vaer

abandon / abandonment, addi / addict, alco / alcohol, bla / black, bri / bright, dea / death, dre / dream, drink / drinking, entrap / entrapment, fal / falsity, first / love, flo / flower, free / freedom, fuzz / fuzzy, ha / harm, hatsu / hatsukoisou, ho / hopeless, lie / lies, lo / love, mise / misery, ne / neon, pai / pain, pi / pills, pi / pink, pro / problems, pro / prostitute, pur / purple, red / light, re / regret, sui / cide, trouble / troublesome, wish / wishful

titles ꒱꒱

[x] who turned to a life on the streets, [x] with regret in [x] heart, [x] with rotting organs, [x] who forces a bottle into [x] mouth, [x] who wishes to share [x] secret with you, the neon-lit street walker, [x] who walks into death's arms, [x] who misses [x] first love, the incarnation of the addiction of one's first love

genders ꒱꒱

alcohollexic, alcoholpathetic, anoure, cheraic, dasamerz, decayedgender, hotpinkpoisic, inviheartpillgender, inviibuprofen, liquorlexic, medimasc, pillcoric, vodkalexic, whiskeyaromic, winething

usernames ꒱꒱

pinkxprincess, drunkenmistake, b4relysurviving, wishfordeath, cy4nide-c4psule, alcoholickitten, miheadfuzzy, forevertr4sh, negativelove, falsewish, troubledxkitty, hatsu__love, selfharmstyle, meow_in_misery, fallenkitty, cutieincarnate, moemoecyanide

system names ꒱꒱

the poisoned kittens, drunken collective, those living in misery, the less than likely survival collective, slicer system, those who stopped fighting, the burnt love letters of a by-gone time, those who pass out in the street, the unfixable collective, those who were manipulated into a worse life

whoag ,, super cool id pack for a song i like =^-^= could u hav seen that one coming ???? lolz

[lolitaadaydreams]

pt 2

📖: Blue velvet

🖋️: Lolitaadaydreams on Wattpad and ao3

🪐: Peaky Blinders

💋: Tommy Shelby x Lola bolt (oc)

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[toughpaperround]

911 Cast Bios

Here's a list of them in one place, in order of appearance in 9-1-1 (fox, later abc). I choose them based on characters I enjoy, or where there are interesting connections / factoids to be found in their bios.

Gavin Stenhouse (The Priest)

Mariette Hartley (Patricia Clark, Abby's mother)

Claudia Christian (LAFD Capt. Maynard)

Debra Christofferson (Sue, Dispatcher)

Grasie Mercedes (Beth, in prenatal yoga class, 1x07)

Rebecca Wisocky (Marjorie, in lift crash, 1x09)

Connor Trinneer (bomb squad, 2x01)

Bryan Safi (Josh Russo, dispatcher)

Romi Dias (Chief Miranda Williams)

Ana Mercedes (Abuela Isabel)

Terri Hoyos (Aunt Pepa)

Christine Estabrook (Gloria, Dispatcher)

Devin Kelley (Shannon Diaz)

Wes Brown (Mounted Police Officer)

Rick Chambers (Dwight, newsreader)

Tara Karsian (Ruth)

Lawrence Pressman and Francis X. McCarthy (Mitchell & Thomas)

Romy Rosemont & Daniel Roebuck (Lola & Norman Peterson)

Brian Thompson (Capt. Gerrard)

Lou Ferrigno Jr (firefighter Tommy)

Brian Hallisay (Doug Kendall)

Julie Oullette (Blair, Elf Helper)

Marsha Warfield (Toni Wilson)

Danny Nucci (LAPD detective)

Sasha Roiz (LAPD Det. Ransone)

Paula Marshall (Helena Diaz)

George DelHoyo (Ramon Diaz)

Pepi Sonuga (Athena Carter, flashback in 3x07)

Nicole Delgado (Maynard, flashback in 3x07)

Eddie McGee (Frank the therapist)

Jack McGee (Red the retired firefighter, 3x16)

Deborah May (Cindy, 3x16)

Rumer Willis (Georgia, train Vic, 3x18)

Brooke Shields (counsellor, 3x18)

Dee Wallace (Mrs Margaret Buckley)

Gregory Harrison (Mr Phillip Buckley)

Colin McCalla (Connor, Buck's friend)

Chelsea Kane (Kameron, Connor's wife)

Aaron Staton (Daniel Buckley)

Laith Wallschleger (133 medic, 6x15)

Mark Lawson (pilot, 7x01)

Kathryn Boswell & Chris Gartin (hot-tub couple, 7x01)

Mercedes Colon (Ship Captain, 7x01-3)

Rick Cosnett (cruise crew, 7x01-3)

Eddie Jemison (cruise ship doc, 7x02-3)

Jesse Palmer & Joey Graziadei (7x04)

Richard Brooks (Chief Simpson, s7)

Exie Booker (Carl, 7x06)

Malcolm-Jamal Warner (Amir, s7)

Veronica Falcón (Cllr Ortiz, s7)

John Brotherton (Tim Nash, 7x08)

Tony Amendola (Herman, 7x08)

Paul Nobrega (Monty the Beekeeper, 8x01)

Hotshots group, s8: Callum Blue (Brad); Justin Taite (#1); Morgan West (director) & 1st AD

Bee-nado airplane gang: Cindy Chavez (Capt Dominguez); Devin McGee (Co-pilot); Bayley Corman (Tia); (Mr & Mrs Grandparent);

Adela Paez (Nurse Camila, 8x03 etc)

In draft ofc. Do check the updated OG post if you're looking at a reblog:

Kelvin Han Yee

Glenn Plummer (Dennis Jenkins, 3x07, s8a)

Main resource is IMDb, with extra material from Wikipedia, podcasts or youtube on occasion. Where I use 911 images they are screengrabs I edited. Other images generally from imdb.

[welcometololaland]

hello lola ❤️ 8, 15, and 16 from your ask game!

hello jen jenemy how are you on this fine day? thank you for the ask <3

8. Which scene/episode/chapter of the source material affected you the most?

If by "affected" we mean screaming, crying, throwing up I think it has to be 4 x 16 because I literally was clutching my chest and kicking my feet. But I think in reality I have to credit the proposal scene for sucking me in so hard I wrote like 500k of Tarlos in a year.

15. If you had to remove one character from the source material, who would it be?

You're actually begging for me to get cancelled. I'm going to say one of Owen's girlfriends. I didn't like Catherine - I know she was good from the perspective that she kept Owen in check but like...I just assume she is some Republican lackey and that's a no from me. I liked the psychology professor. I want her back.

16. If I had to become one character from the source material, who would it be?

I would say super-mom Tommy because she is literally doing the most and winning at life, but I don't really want to kill of my partner like that and I'm not sure I ever want to have kids. So instead I'm going to say Nancy. Hot, competent, bisexual, legs for days. What could go wrong?

SEND ME AN ASK FROM MY OWN ASK GAME

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

Who would Niko consider friends?

Already answered that. But I will says it again 👍🏾. Niko’s friends: @animeclub78’s Casper Deetz - son of Creepie Creecher and Lydia Deetz, Astéri Jacobs - son of Amanda Jacobs x OC and @samahafiz2000’s Ariel Turnbull - daughter of Tommy Turnbull and Lola Turnbull-Mbola (whose just happened to be her crush, @cooltmoney95’s Muhammad Diamond-James’ neighbor). @princess-lunalu’s Arthur/Anita Bellum was her friend, until she/he lost his/her memories, thanks to a certain supervillain. So he/she don’t know who Niko is. Niko is very bitter about it.

[freneticfloetry]

hi courtney 💜 N, U and X from the alphabet game please 🙏

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

This isn’t specific to one, but it seems like most fandoms that have been big for me — The Magicians, Firefly, MCU and Netflix Marvelverse, now Lone Star (we’ll just ignore the Superlock of it all) — have diverse casts, but that diversity isn’t necessarily well-reflected in fanworks. I think part of it is certainly that there often isn’t a wealth of PoC writers and creators in fandom space, but there’s also the age-old fandom tendency to focus most of the fanwork efforts and energy on the prettiest white guys. I’m hoping that, as more canonically queer pairings actually include diverse characters, there will be more inclusivity where other characters are concerned as well.

So that’s one (big) thing. In Lone Star fandom specifically, I wish we had more magical realism! That’s probably a side effect of coming in from a fandom where magic is a main character, but I’d love to see some Soulmarks and daemons and fairy tale lore.

And third, selfishly… I kind of crave some good Grace/Judd/Tommy. Not just in a “that would be hot” way, but in a full-on “making a life together” way.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

I feel like I’ve recently exhausted a fair amount of words sort of explaining why a certain boy breaks my heart and is my absolute favorite, so we’re going to pivot a bit here.

Grace Ryder, 911: Lone Star: Grace was my very first Lone Star love, and I am still so enamored by her heart, her humor, her self-possession, and her generosity of spirit. I remember watching that space station call in 1x10 in real time, and being utterly blown away — yes, the call was tragic, but it was Grace’s wordless reactions that made it truly heartbreaking. The show has a lot of people that make up its beating heart, but she is right at the center. I remain floored that Sierra is the youngest of the cast, when she’s given Grace such boundless wisdom (without it ever going Magical Negro).

Claire Temple, Netflix Marvelverse: Claire is the very definition of capability, and I love that. She’s also passionate and principled and resourceful, selfless but not a doormat, and incredibly sure of and secure in who she is and what she wants. I think she was the most perfect link to tie together all the threads of this universe, and every time she popped up on a new show she made it better. I remain salty that the only place she didn’t venture was Punisher land, because I desperately wanted to see what she would’ve made of Frank Castle (who’s my other forever fave in this verse).

Margo Hanson, The Magicians: It would’ve been incredibly easy for Margo to be an entertaining Mean Girl and that’s it. Instead, she’s whip smart, incredibly adaptable, a talented magician, fucking hysterical, and utterly unapologetic about who she is and how she handles herself. I honestly think she’s one of the single most quotable characters in modern television history. Writing her is a both a joy and a terrifying adventure, but I am always here for her kind of layers. (We won’t talk about how the show completely assassinated her character to pair her up with the most basic bitch guy on the show for absolutely no reason.)

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

I love Soulmates a lot (like so, so much), but I’m picky about the pairings that get the soulmate treatment — for me, they have to have a certain dynamic. Fake Dating, on the other hand? Bulletproof. Give me two people who barely know each other (even better, two people who barely like each other), throw them into a situation where they have to pretend they’re in love, and have them catch all the feelings, and I will be putty in your hand.

Thanks, Lola! 😘

[angrylizardjacket]

you were supposed to be my best friend | oc poetry edits

“You remember that shithole we used to live in?” Tommy asked. Nikki snorts out a laugh, nodding, “the first night I stayed there, I hadn’t even moved in I was just crashing after a gig at the Whiskey,” Tommy flicks the latch of the pool fence and Nikki follows when he sits on one of the wicker sofas, “and man I don’t remember much about the actual night, but I wake up the next morning next to her, we didn’t fuck or anything, but she tells me I’d complained about how cold it was because you guys didn’t have heating, so she’d... she’d just stayed." Tommy’s sprawled out over the lounge, chair, looking up at the sky, wearing the barest smile. Something in the way he talks about her, the fondness, the soft amusement with the barest tint of nostalgia, it has Nikki fidgeting; every word Tommy speaks hits with an emotion that Nikki can’t describe but can inexplicably feel. He regrets not getting a drink before they came outside.

“She does a lot of that stuff; little stuff, it’s selfless,” Tommy’s still talking, his drink still mostly full, and Nikki snatches it, but the drummer doesn’t seem to mind, “which, you know when I think about it, it’s weird, she’s not someone I’d thought would be selfless but hey, it’s part of her charm, isn’t it? Sneaks up on ya.” He laughs a little, and Nikki watches as he comes down from his memories, from his own little world, “I mean she always probably thought I was some crazy, kid drummer, right?” Nikki did not sign up for how soft and forlorn Tommy had gotten, but part of him was glad. Something about the way he’d said that makes Nikki want to instinctively come to his defense; Lola had adored Tommy from the moment she’d met him, always admired his heart and his talent, but he stays quiet. “She’s great, since day one she’s always been great... kind, you know?Yeah, I loved her, I think that moment back at the old place was when I clued in.”

{run to paradise}

[bonniebird]

7

Tommy x Reader

Living with Mr Shelby

Living with Mr Shelby Masterlist

"Rosie I know it's hard but..." I tried desperately to get through to Rosie just how badly it would affect Danny to have her leave.

"Look. I love my husband but he's not the same. I mean he killed a man because he was holding a knife." Rosie snapped preparing the evening meal for her boys; I took up a knife and started helping her prep some vegetables.

"Why don't I ask Tommy if he can find a place just outside of Birmingham, you know those new houses they've built there won't be as many loud noises to set him off and the space will be bigger so if he does go off it won't be as dangerous." I suggested gently biting the inside of my lip as I thought how Timmy would react to me offering his services. Rosie agreed to wait until I had spoken to Tommy and I stopped by the Garrison on my way back. Making sure to buy Tommy's favorite bottle of whisky and cigarettes and used the last of the shopping money Tommy had given to me to get his favorite sandwiches from the bakery hoping that the gifts would put him in a good mood.

"What you got there Lola?" Arthur asked as I poked my head round the door of the offices to say hello, I pulled a face and both John and Arthur seemed to guess what I was trying to do. I quickly snuck into Polly's office waiting until she had finished her letter.

"Is Tommy in a good mood? I have something big to ask him." I muttered instantly feeling worried as Poll stood up trying to examine me.

"What?" Polly snapped. I still had no idea why Poll was so protective over Tommy when it came to women but I knew better than to get more than one Shelby angry at a time, especially when it came to Tommy and Poll.

"I was thinking Tommy might be able to move Danny and his family into the country houses just outside Birmingham, it'll be bigger and safe and quieter." I stopped explaining because Poll had an odd look on her face.

"You're going to do well here Lola." She muttered, shooing me out the room to go up to Tommy; I left her a small iced bun for her to snack on while she worked.

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"Tommy?" I knocked on his door and waited for his reply but he was silent. I rolled my eyes and entered the room anyway, irritating Tommy who was sitting at his desk. His hair looked like he had been running his hands through it. A sure sign that he was still stressing about Danny.

"What, I don't have any time, just hurry up and tell me what you want." He snapped quickly. I let his sharp response slide without my usual sarcastic reply and set the presents in front of him making him look at me guiltily.

"I spoke to Rosie and we have an idea but we will need your help." I said carefully, Tommy instantly perked up and looked at me expectantly pulling open the paper parcels I had set in front of him.

"If you helped him move to one of the bigger houses just outside of the city it'll be quieter so he won't be set off by much and the farms will have loads more jobs than in the city. I'll even talk to some of my Grandfather’s friends to try and get Danny and the boy's apprenticeships." I said hurriedly hoping that Tommy would agree with me he looked at me happily and lifted his glass in the air as if to toast the idea.

"Alright then you go do whatever you do and I'll get everything sorted." Tommy said getting up and shooing me out of the room, I crossed my arms and frowned at him.

"You know if you told people I was safe to hire I could get a job." I narrowed my eyes at him. He was about to tell me women looked after the home like he usually did when we had this conversation, but fell silent when Polly and Esme descended on him with frowning faces. He sighed and hurried back up the stairs before I could take the conversation further. They both gave you sly smiles of victory and Polly decided to treat everyone to lunch, on the company’s money.

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After complaining several times to Ada about Tommy’s refusal to give out the ok that I could work. She had suggested I become a tutor. I had decided to start teaching some of the neighborhood children to read and write something the mothers appreciated greatly. Mainly because their children could have a better future but having the children out of the way while they sorted their daily routines helped. But often they joked about how lovely it was to have their children out from under their feet.

"Good job Marcus, Lizzy your C needs to go the other way round." I explained to the two children currently sitting at the kitchen table. John strolled into the house looking through papers and drawers trying to find something. He froze when he saw the children and the tooth pick between his lips almost fell to the floor.

"Bloody hell cho gone and stole some kids for?" John asked, still a little surprised, I bit my lip and put my hands together as if I were praying. With a quick sigh I hurried over to him.

"Please don't tell Tommy, I just got so bored playing house and I'm making a really big difference and he hasn't even noticed that I've been teaching them for the last week." I begged John who looked torn. Finally he seemed to come up with an idea and by the looks of it I wasn't going to enjoy it.

"Fine but on Saturday, when we go to the races you have to help Max with his reading he's almost old enough to work." I shrugged and nodded my head that didn't seem a bad deal seeing as it was only one of John’s children.

"So... we’re not telling Tommy?" I asked as I helped the children down the stairs at the back of the flat and watched them hurry to their houses down the path before turning to go back inside and jumped as I came face to face with Tommy. Or rather chest to face as I'm a foot or two shorter than Tommy.

"Not telling Tommy what?" He asked as he glared at me as if I'd shot John but I just smiled weakly and tried to duck past him without success.

"I'm sleeping with your brother." I yelped rather loudly, blurting out the first thing I could think of that would be shocking Tommy. The sudden outburst made John double over in laughter as we headed back up the stairs to the flat.

"Bloody better not be." Tommy said with such harshness that John straightened up instantly; I rolled my eyes and tried to hide the papers I had forgotten to clean up.

"Nah, we were um making a deal... bout a present for you." John said lamely. I slapped my face with the palm of my hand and hid the papers that the children had left on the kitchen table in my room. When I came out John had gone and Tommy was looking rather amused, he sat down at the kitchen table and poked at my loaf of bread approvingly. It had improved since Polly had taken to teaching you her own methods.

"I already know you’re teaching kids to read and write, the mothers keep thanking me and the single mothers offer to pay in... um well never mind how they offer." Tommy mumbled. My eyes widened as I realised what he meant and I folded my arms feeling a little jealous something Tommy seemed to pick up on making him chuckle to himself. I rolled my eyes as he watched me fiddle with a few things in the kitchen with a great amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Shut it Shelby." I muttered and walked into my room slamming the door.

[dear-indies]

hello! would you be able to help me with drag queen fcs (who have content without being in drag) or actors who have content in drag in movies/tv shows? I'm desperate to play a muse whos a drag performer but I cant find an fc! thank you!

With resources at time of posting:

Miss Peppermint (1979/1980) African-American - trans woman.

Stacy Layne Matthews (1984) Lumbee - trans woman.

Nico Tortorella (1988) - genderfluid, queer and polyamorous - they/them.

Mark Suknanan / Priyanka (1991) Indo-Guyanese

Paul Jason Dardo / Violet Chachki (1992) Ecuadorian / Unspecified - genderfluid - she/they.

Ilona Verley (1995) Nlaka'pamux - two-spirit and genderfluid trans female - she/they.

Massey Whiteknife / Iceis Rain (?) Mikisew Cree - two-spirit.

No resources at time of posting but here are some more diverse queens who post in and our of drag on their social / have interviews in and out of drag!

Timothy Wilcots / Latrice Royale (1972) African-American.

Andrew Levitt / Nina West (1978)

Pierre Alexandre / Love Masisi (1978) Afro-Haitian - non-binary - she/her in drag and they/them out of drag.

Shane Gilberto Jenek / Courtney Act (1982) - pansexual, genderfluid and polyamorous - she/they while in drag he/they out of drag.

Alpha Mulugeta / Honey Mahogany (1983) Ethiopian - trans non-binary woman - she/they.

Kurtis Dam-Mikkelsen / Miss Fame (1985) Colombian and Danish - nonbinary - they/them.

Caldwell Tidicue / Bob the Drag Queen (1986) African-American - non-binary - he/she.

Sang-Young Shin / Kim Chi (1987) Korean.

Jerick Hoffer / Jinkx Monsoon (1987) Russian Jewish - non-binary and has narcolepsy - she/her in drag they/them out of drag.

Pan Pan Narkpasert / Pangina Heals (1988) Thai Taiwanese.

Megan Schoonbrood / Michael Alexander Schoonbrood (1988) Indonesian - partially deaf, wears two hearing aids.

Jaren Kyei Merrell / Shea Couleé (1989) African-American - non-binary - she/her in drag they/them out of drag.

Joe Black (1989) - he/him in and out of drag - has Tourette's Syndrome.

Kevin Bertin / Monét X Change (1990) African-American.

Tommy Hibbitts / Bimini Bon Boulash (1993) - non-binary - she/her in drag they/them out of drag.

Jovan Bridges / Yvie Oddly (1993) African-American, White and Unspecified Native American - has Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Type 3 - any pronouns.

Juno Birch (1993) - trans woman.

Qween Farrazz / Desmond Josiah (1994) African-American - non-binary.

BOA / Ryan Boa (1995) - has ADHD.

Duc Tran Nguyen / Plastique Tiara (1997) Vietnamese - she/they in drag and he/they out of drag.

Sukun Dongnoi / Kandy Zyanide (?) Thai - trans woman - she/her in and out of drag.

Lewis Mandall / Ginny Lemon (?) - non-binary - they/them in and out of drag - has fibromyalgia.

C'est Kevvie (?) - trans woman - she/her in and out of drag - is autistic.

Dominique DeGrant (?) - trans woman - she/her in and out of drag.

Trinity Ice (?) Māori - trans woman.

J. Harrison Ghee (?) African-American - he/they - was in the musical Kinky Boots as the drag queen Lola!

Hey! Googling Drag Race (their Wiki even has a section for ethnicity) and finding people on there would be a good idea too, I don't mess with RuP*ul so I know nothing about that show and please be mindful as some queens on there have cultural appropriated!

[lolitaadaydreams]

📖: Blue velvet

🖋️: Lolitaadaydreams on Wattpad and ao3

🪐: Peaky Blinders

💋: Tommy Shelby x Lola bolt (oc)

[lickingyellowpaint]

Wilde, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Velvet Goldmine, Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, The Talented Mr. Ripley, Rebel Without A Cause, Fight Club, Impromptu, Quadrophenia, Almost Famous, Twister, Interview with the Vampire, Pride, King Creole, Somewhere in Time, God Help the Girl, Wizard of Oz, Blade, TOMMY, Some Like It Hot, Sweeney Todd, Run Lola Run, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, Paper Moon, X-Files: Fight the Future, Rope, Heart and Souls, Chicago, Practical Magic, Backbeat, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Dog Day Afternoon, Denial;

annnd only got around to Funny Face and Paris Blues recently but they're insta-faves and I know they'll be in regular ciculation for some time