#mamie sue

[summercomfort]

in my pursuit of ever-increasingly niche comics, I drew a 13 page comic about Tape v Hurley, a court case about Chinese-American school segregation in 1885. The rest of the pages are after the readmore, as well as on AO3 here. More obsure Chinese American court case comics are there, as well.

Historical Notes

Mary and Joseph Tape were not born in America, but their names and identities were very much formed in America. Joseph Tape was born Jeu Dip in Guangdong, China, immigrated the America when he was twelve, and spent his teenage years working as a house servant in an Irish household. Mary arrived in America at the age of eleven, and was found and raised as Mary McGladery in a Protestant orphanage as the only Chinese child amongst ~80 children. Both Mary and Jeu spent their formative years amongst White Christian families, so when Jeu Dip and Mary married in 1875, little wonder that Jeu picked the English name of Joseph Tape -- Joseph to match with Mary, and the German last name Tape as a nod to his former name of Dip.

The Tape family lived about 14 blocks outside of Chinatown, in a primarily white neighborhood. They dressed in Western clothing, spoke English at home, and Mamie grew up playing with non-Chinese kids. Naturally, they wanted their children to attend the local elementary school, a mere 3 blocks from their home. The principal, Ms. Hurley, denied her entrance, claiming that she was “filthy and diseased.” At the time, there was no public school option for Chinese children -- the 1870 state law stipulated separate schools for “African and Indian children” only, not Chinese. The Tape family, with the help of the Chinese Six Companies, their church, and the Chinese consulate, decided to sue, claiming that the 1880 California school code guaranteed everyone a right to public education and that this was a violation of the 14th Amendment.

They won.

But this was 1885, three years after the passage of the Chinese Exclusion Act and six years before Plessy v Ferguson. Regardless of what the California Supreme Court might decide, public sentiment was on the side of the San Francisco school district. Determined to keep out this “invasion of Mongol barbarism”, the California State Legislature passed a law permitting separate schools for Chinese children, which then allowed Principal Hurley to reject Mamie Tape once more.

While Mamie was rejected from the Spring Valley Elementary School for being Chinese, she also had a hard time fitting in to the Chinese public school. The Chinese merchants saw Western education as something primarily for boys. (Their girl children learned from their mothers at home.) Mamie, a girl dressed in Western clothes, would have stood out like a sore thumb. The final panel of the comic was based on a photo from three years later, and even then, Mamie was the only girl.

Places where I fudged the history: Frank, Mamie’s younger brother, was actually six years old and should have been more present in the comic, but I wante to keep the focus on Mamie and Mary. Also, Mamie had actually shown up to her first day of school in Western clothes. An earlier draft of the comic had a separate arc involving Mamie feeling rejected at school and Mary buying her some Chinese clothes, but that got too long and complicated.

Much of this was drawn from Mae Ngai’s book about the Tape family and their experiences as 2nd and 3rd generation Chinese Americans, titled “The Lucky Ones.”

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Here is Mary Tape's letter to the San Francisco School Board, 1885:

1769 Green Street. San Francisco, April 8, 1885. To the Board of Education - Dear Sirs: I see that you are going to make all sorts of excuses to keep my child out off the Public schools. Dear sirs, Will you please to tell me! Is it a disgrace to be Born a Chinese? Didn’t God make us all!!! What right have you to bar my children out of the school because she is a chinese Decend. They is no other worldly reason that you could keep her out, except that. I suppose, you all goes to churches on Sundays! Do you call that a Christian act to compell my little children to go so far to a school that is made in purpose for them. My children don’t dress like the other Chinese. They look just as phunny amongst them as the Chinese dress in Chinese look amongst you Caucasians. Besides, if I had any wish to send them to a chinese school I could have sent them two years ago without going to all this trouble. You have expended a lot of the Public money foolishly, all because ofa one poor little Child. Her playmates is all Caucasians ever since she could toddle around. If she is good enough to play with them! Then is she not good enough to be in the same room and studie with them? You had better come and see for yourselves. See if the Tape’s is not same as other Caucasians, except in features. It seems no matter how a Chinese may live and dress so long as you know they Chinese. Then they are hated as one. There is not any right or justice for them. You have seen my husband and child. You told him it wasn’t Mamie Tape you object to. If it were not Mamie Tape you object to, then why didn’t you let her attend the school nearest her home! Instead of first making one pre tense Then another pretense of some kind to keep her out? It seems to me Mr. Moulder has a grudge against this Eight-year-old Mamie Tape. I know they is no other child I mean Chinese child! care to go to your public Chinese school. May you Mr. Moulder, never be persecuted like the way you have persecuted little Mamie Tape. Mamie Tape will never attend any of the Chinese schools of your making! Never!!! I will let the world see sir What justice there is When it is govern by the Race prejudice men! Just because she is of the Chinese decend, not because she don’t dress like you because she does. Just because she is descended of Chinese parents I guess she is more of a American then a good many of you that is going to prewent her being Educated. Mrs. M. Tape

[charlesswife]

Una Noche En Mónaco ii

Mateo Con Una T (Mateo with one t)

unem masterlist

pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader

summary: after a one night stand between you and charles, he continues on with his formula one career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.

warning: bad writing, charles is a bit of an asshole at first, google translate because i dont speak french, teen pregnancy, english isnt my first language so there might be some grammatical error.

a/n: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU GUYS HAVE SHOWN IN THE FIRST EPISODE! It makes me so happy to know that you guys really liked it. I really have sooooo many ideas and twist for this book, like you guys have no idea, so always expect the unexpected hehehe

Just to clarify y/l/n is your last name. This is your story so I didn't want to give reader a last name.

second A/N: for some reason i can't write chapters on my phone because the letters are black. I have it in dark mode but i didnt have that problem before. does anyone else have that problem?

gif is not mine!

May 2018 

Charles Leclerc was a gentleman. That's how I remember him. The way he took care of me after the several rounds of sex we had. He is definitely the kind of man I don't ever want to forget. He was very sweet and caring. 

But he was only a one-night stand. I don't really know him, as him. The fact that I have to tell him I'm pregnant with his child absolutely terrifies me. I wish my parents were here. If they were, I don't think I would be in this situation. 

Charles sent me the address where he was staying at. As I got closer to the place, I realized it was the same place where I woke up. Is this his apartment? 

Steph left me at the doorstep. I needed her as moral support, just in case things didn't go as planned. 

"Go," Steph said as she hugged me. "I'll be waiting in the car, don't worry. If he does anything, we'll sue him. You have the money for it" 

Money wasn't a problem for me. I just wanted him to be there, I'm scared and I don't want to do this alone. I know Steph is here for me, but it is not her responsibility at all, it is mine and his. 

I took a long breath and rang the bell. Steph went back to the car and after a few minutes, Charles opened the door. 

He had such a bright smile on his face. "Oh, cara mia," he pulled me into his apartment and then close the door. He grabbed my face with both of his hands and try to kiss me but I pushed him slightly by his chess. His thick brows frowned a bit and then he asked, "What's wrong?"

I looked at him in the eyes and said. "We need to talk" 

February 2023 

I walked to my bookstore with Mateo in hand. Steph was the first one to greet us. 

"Auntie!" Mateo let go of my hand and ran to my best friend. 

"Maty!" Steph got down to the level of my kid and hugged him. "Uff, why are you getting so big, huh? How is my favorite godson doing?" 

Mateo laughed. "I'm your only godson, tia" (aunt) 

"How would you know, Alexander Jules?"

"Mommy told me, and Mommy would never lie," he pointed at me. "Verdad, mami?" (right, Mommy?) he looked back at me. 

"Si, mi amor (yes, my love)" I nodded at him. "Stay with your tia (aunt) while I check stuff in the store, okay? And don't forget to pick up a book" I told him, to which he nodded. 

Mateo Alexander Jules Y/l/n is four and one quarter. He likes to remind people of that. He is the most educated boy I know, and I'm not saying that just because I'm his mother, but because it's the truth. I have seen other kids and they are horrible, ungrateful brats. I hate kids. Except for my son. I want to think I did a good job raising him. He looks a lot like Charles. From the eyes' color and shape to the dimples to the hair, to the lips. 

I walked around the store, checking books that needed to be restocked and putting some books back in place. I went to the cafe and got my regular iced coffee. 

I walked around again until I got to my favorite section. Murder & Mysteries. In there, I saw a lady. Probably in her mid-50s. Blonde hair, she was dressed casually. She was looking around at the books. Picking one up, reading the back, and then putting the book back on the shelf. 

"Do you need any help?" I asked her. 

She turned around and looked at me up and down. "Oh, dear. I thought I was alone. You work here?" 

"Something like that," This answer seemed to confuse her. "Is there anything I could help you with?" 

She turned her sight to the books again. "Well, I'm trying to find a good mystery book but none of them catches my eye. I'm looking for something similar to Alexander Y/l/n or Perla Campos. They are my favorite authors" 

I stared at her for a second. What are the odds? I looked back at the bookshelf until I found the book I was looking for. "This one should do."

She looked at the cover and asked "The Seven and 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle?" 

"It's not as near as good as what Alexander Y/l/n and Perla Campos used to write, but if you like their books, I'm sure you'll like this one," I explained as I see her read the back of the book. "Another option would be 'The Secret Inheritance' by Cassandra Matthew." (lmao idk if that book is real) 

I handed her the book and she took it gladly. She read the back and then looked at me. "These are very good suggestions! Thank you, dear. What's your name?" 

"Y/n," I told her. 

"Nice to meet you, I'm Pascale" 

August 2018 

Pregnancy wasn't easy. I never thought I would cry so much in the span of 5 minutes just because I ran out of my favorite gelato. 

Today was my fifth visit to the doctor, and I was nervous as hell. I am more bigger than a regular pregnant woman, it has me fearing for my baby's life or even mine. 

"Okay, Y/n. You know the drill. Lay down, and lift your shirt up. As always the gel is cold" Dr. Williams said. She is always so gentle with me. Maybe she pities me. 

"I have concerns," I told her. She looked at me as she was putting on the gel. "My belly looks bigger than normal, is that okay?"

"It depends, in most cases, yes. It means the baby is healthy. But let's take a look" She moved her sight to the machine. The image of my baby appears immediately in the sonogram. She moved the transducer to another spot on my belly and I could see her eyes widen a bit. She was going on up and down in the same area. "I think I have a better answer to your question." She looked at me and said, "You're having twins" 

February 2023 

"Mami, can I read Nancy Drew?" Mateo came running to me as he showed me the first book in the series. 

I looked at the book and say "I don't think so, love. It might be too much for you. This is for bigger kids" 

"But I am a big kid!" The old lady, Pascale, laughed. 

"This is your son?" she asked.

I nodded with a smile. Mateo looked at Pascale and stayed quiet. He knew it was rude to interrupt conversations. He got behind me, hiding.

Pascale tilted her head for a moment, narrowed her eyes a bit, and murmured "He kind of looks like... never mind. What's your name, little boy?" 

He looked at me for a second. "Answer her, baby. It's rude to not answer to elders" I told him.

"I'm Mateo with one T" he lifted one finger.

This made Pascale laugh again. "Nice to meet you, Mateo with one T" 

"Why don't you take the book to Tia and tell her I say to check it out" Mateo nodded and ran towards the register, he stopped for a second and came back walking. 

"Goodbye," He said to Pascale while giving her a little waving and then walking back to the register. 

"He looks like a bundle of joy," Pascale said as she sees Mateo walk away. 

"He is," I agreed. "Is there anything else I can help with?" 

"No, that's all. Thank you for the help. I'm ready to check out." 

We walked to the register and started the process to check her out. I did the usual routine. I asked if she had an account with us, which she didn't, but she decided to get one. 

"Okay, Pascale. What's your last name?"

"You can just put an L," I did as she told me. As I was checking out her books, she said "This is such a pretty bookstore. I have never been here before." 

"Thank you," I said. 

"She's the owner," Steph spoke as she was playing hands with my son, who shushed her for butting in the conversation. 

Pascale looked at me with wide eyes. I laughed at her reaction. She inserted her card and paid. I put her books in a bag and grabbed one of the coupons. "Here is a ten-percent coupon to use on your next visit!" 

"I will definitely come back. I need to tell you if I like the books or not." 

"Oh boy," I laughed.

"I might even bring one of my sons with me" Oh boy... This isn't the first time a mother has try to set me up with their kids. 

"Please do!" Steph yelled. Mateo put his small hands in her mouth and murmured a small 'no tia, don't talk'. 

"See you next time, Pascale" 

"Bye Y/n," She walked to the entrance as she passed my boy, she turned and say "Goodbye, Mateo with one T" 

"Bye-bye." 

After she left the store, Steph turned to me. "She didn't say goodbye to me. How rude?" 

"Jesus Christ, Steph. Why would you tell her that?" I elongated the a in 'that'. 

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I know I left you guys with open scenes between the first and third scenes but everything is for a reason!!! I might do Charles POV on the next one!!! Trust the process guys, things are going to get sooo good.

If you guys don't know (just in case) Pascale is Charles' mother.

Please let me know what you think of it. I would really appreciate any type of comment, whether is your opinion or just anything! It would def motivate me to keep going. I would really appreciate if you guys like and repost as well! So other people can be aware of this story.

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For some reason, it's not letting me tag some of you so people make sure your tag is correct. I want everyone to get the notification and this is beyond me.

[valscodblog]

"Trick or Treat" Valeria Garza x F!Reader

So uhm. VAL HAS MADE AN APPERANCE IN MY WRITTING!! Your welcome, I guess???

Warnings: SPICY FLIRTINGGGG, and maybe a lil more spicy stuff at the end too, so sue me, BAD EDITING, im tired. And uhm nothing else really. It's just some good ol' fluff with you and Mami Val. Female reader, im sorry im sorry-and it's short asf im sorry.

also, i might of misspelled a few words in Spanish. i wasn't using a translator bc im fluent but uhmm...sometimes i fuck up the spelling a few words, im sorry.

@seconds-on-the-clock @skauni @writing-with-moss and uhmmm yeah-

(okay before you read this can we talk abt how my name's Val-TvT)

Valeria called you into the bathroom of the house you shared with her. Yo were already ready, in your grim reaper costume, picked out by her of course because you were sorta of in a slump this Fall. You just couldn't come up with a cute costume idea like you did last year for you two! So Val searched up some costumes and picked out some cute ideas for you.

"Mi Vida, can you do the face paint for me, por favor?" you nodded and took up the brush she was holding out to you. You dipped it into the black paint and asked, "What do you want me to paint?" Valeria smiled and said, "Una calavera. A skull." and you sighed. "Really, Val? You can't wait until November?" "A skull." "...Fine." "Grasias, Mi Alma." "your welcome-" "In Spanish, please." "...De nada?"

Valeria sighed. "Maybe I should've taught you more spanish before moving you to Mexico," she said as she rested her hands on your hips. You giggled gently and finished up her face paint. "Your all done," you murmured softly as you set the brush down. "Muy bueno. Very good...your such a good artist, Mi Corazon." "Oh, Val, c'mon!"

"Ay, I'm being serious, Amor!" and you huffed, "Fine."

Trick or Treating had started and you, being the sweet thing you were, passed out candy. A few guys try to hit on you sure, but you had a feeling that they stopped the second Val started looking up from her phone. "Val. Babe, how come your on your phone so much?" Valeria smiled gently. "I'm trying to buy you a birthday gift-it's soon, no?" "Well, yes, but-" "No buts. Now-need help with that dulce?" and you swore you could've died happy right then and there. "Please. My feet are killing me."

Val took the basket and started passing out the candy while you sat down in the lawn chair she had been in-still warm. Huh...your eyes started to droop but you didn't fall asleep. You couldn't....okay, maybe just a small ten minuet nap....

Valeria looked over to you and sighed gently. She had made a "Take one" sign for a reason after all. She pulled out a small stool, set the bowl down and then the sign leaning against the bowl. She then picked you up, with surprising ease. Hmm...she'd have to feed you a little more, if you were still so easy to pick up.

She walked inside with you and laid you down on the bed, taking off your boots. You woke up as she did this and grumbled, "What the hell..?" "Buenos dias, Mi Luz." You smiled and giggled, "Morning, Val...did I really fall asleep?" "Just for twenty minuets or so. Not long." and you nodded as you rolled over onto your stomach. Your dress rolling and then clumping up around your hips, exposing your lacey black panties.

Valeria rolled her eyes, "You trying to turn me on, Mi Amor?" and you hummed in a questioning tone. "Sus chones...muy bonita." Valeria said, grabbing the waistband with a finger and then lifting it up and then letting it go, taking her finger back, realishing the slapping noise it made on your skin. She laughed softly at the whimper you gave because of it and pressed a soft kissed to the nape of your neck.

"Good to sleep, Mi Vida...I'll have breakfast ready for you in the morning...I'll also change you, if you want."3

"Valeria!" "Que? I'm just offering." "...fine but don't do anything." "I promise not to." "Good...Night, Babe." "Buenas Noches, Mi Amor."

[pbeltarts]

I’m about to punch a lot of you in the nostalgia. 

Zoep_illustration on insta showed me a video essay on YouTube about this old IP that I remember LOVING as a kid who played many girly flash games. Because it’s basically gone now, I thought it’d be fun to do a redesigning challenge/project with it. I love old girl-centric IPs like these.

For my iteration, I wanted Sue and her friends to 1. actually look and feel like their age, being 10-12 years old. I think the trope of young characters acting/seeming older in anime/east asian media is fine but the webseries for this niche ip often took it a little far lmao. 

With the idea in mind that these would be aimed more for an animation and toyline, I wanted to unify their palettes more and give them theme-colors as well as more expressive designs. Focusing more on their characters and less on the fashion side of things (sorry OG girlsgogamers.)

I genuinely think it’d be fun to learn to 3D model and actually design a Sue doll, print it out and so on. Unfortunately me and 3D are not a match, ever LOL. 

This was still fun, and I may continue to expand on the idea. I see the storyline similar to that of Magical Doremi or Creamy Mami, where Sue uses her abilities to deal with slightly mundane situations with later sprinkling in more serious-implications.

[bayoubashsims]

The Oldies in TS1

This post from MtS portrayed the Oldies as hippies and you know what, I am inclined to agree. Here is my take on the Oldies in the TS1 timeline.

Herb and Coral being hippies and Myron and Irma being laid-back, wacky grandparents really tickles me somehow, cause Mary-Sue and Daniel become yuppies later, and though she was raised in a free-spirited household, she was always prim and proper and was always destined to be the cold, stiff career woman in the future.

Anyway, I always pictured Herb as a door-to-door salesman (he was described as crafty, so idk, maybe toys?) who gardens and Coral as one of those liberal moms who are passionate for local causes. I like @emperorofthedark's version of her as a librarian, and I see her as having study groups like Laura Dern in Palm Royale.

Myron was a retired, environmentally-conscious cameraman who spent his working years in Studio Town while Irma was a retired, superstitious secretary at a traveling agency.

Bruno Ruggbyrne is Coral's father who raised her single-handedly while working as a doctor cause his wife Mamie left them when Coral was young to join a cult (the Kine Society). He's a sweetheart but is probably the least wacky member of the family and so Mary-Sue takes quite a liking to him, much like how Lilith was close to Herb in @emperorofthedark's story.

[hoe4sports]

Hola mami,

These are stories that I’m currently writing or brainstorming. Please, don’t steal my headlines.

Last updated: 21.10.24

Stories in progress:

Jessie Fleming: Intuition p2

Jessie Fleming: It was always you p2

Alessia Russo: Lille Russo p2

Leah Williamson: Pretty Girl p2

Leah Williamson: Harm p2

Not assigned player yet:

Pointless

A deal with the devil

Cursing my name

Chaos makes the muse

In the dark

Just a girl growing her wings

I love you, I’m sorry

You made me hate this city

Not started writing:

Alexia Putellas: Stargazing p4.

Jessie Fleming: 10 x better p2.

Ona Batlle: Barbie

The musli universe

Wishlist/requests:

-Something Patri Gurrijaro

-Engen x Leon

© Do not steal my shit, I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn.

[dead-aangel]

aktualnie waze 43,7kg i chcialam do konca kwietnia wazyc 43,5kg, ale pozniej zdecydowalam ze moze mi sie uda 43/42,8kg

wiec musze jeszcze zrzucic 0,7-0,9kg ale chudniecie bardzo ciezko mi idzie i mysle ze nie dam rady.. Dzisiaj zostalam w domu i za chwile bedzie 13. jeszcze nie zjadlam a o 17/18 jade do szpitala, do mamy. Postaram sie nic nie zjesc do tego czasu a ze jedzie sie do tego szpitala z godzine i pewnie tez tyle tam ok bedziemy + powrot to bede miala dodatkoe 3h lq fasta. wieczorem moze zjem mus ovolowo albo batona proteinowego. Narazie pije sobie herbatke i mam jeszcze w planach sok pomaranczowy

tylko nie wiem czy ten mus ovolowo zaliczylby sue do lq fasta czy by go przerwal?? napiszcie w komentarzach plspls!! nie robie tez bardzo trudnej dietki ani dlugich fastow bo ostatnio doslownie rzucalam sie na jedzenie i musze narazie spokojnie wrocic do ograniczania jedzenia. Chudego dnia motylki i gasieniczki!

[dannyreviews]

Golden Age of Hollywood Actors Born Before (And Including) 1936 Still Alive

This only includes actors that had at least one credited role in a Hollywood feature film or short up to 1959.

Elisabeth Waldo (b. 1918)

Caren Marsh Doll (b. 1919)

Patricia Wright (b. 1921)

Jacqueline White (b. 1922)

Annette Warren (b. 1922)

Ray Anthony (b. 1922)

Tommy Dix (b. 1923)

Eva Marie Saint (b. 1924)

Anne Vernon (b. 1924)

Maria Riva (b. 1924)

June Lockhart (b. 1925)

Lee Grant (b. 1925)

Peggy Webber (b. 1925)

Lise Bourdin (b. 1925)

Brigitte Auber (b. 1925)

Kerima (b. 1925)

Terry Kilburn (b. 1926) 

Marilyn Erskine (b. 1926)

Bambi Linn (b. 1926)

David Frankham (b. 1926)

Tommy Morton (b. 1926)

Jill Jarmyn (b. 1926)

Marilyn Knowlden (b. 1926)

Genevieve Page (b. 1927)

Donna Martell (b. 1927)

William Smithers (b. 1927)

Peter Walker (b. 1927)

H.M. Wynant (b. 1927)

Betty Harford (b. 1927)

Cora Sue Collins (b. 1927)

Marilyn Granas (b. 1927)

Ann Blyth (b. 1928)

Nancy Olson (b. 1928)

Peggy Dow (b. 1928)

Earl Holliman (b. 1928)

Kathleen Hughes (b. 1928)

Colleen Townsend (b. 1928)

Marion Ross (b. 1928)

Gaby Rodgers (b. 1928)

Jan Shepard (b. 1928)

Walter Maslow (b. 1928)

Tom Troupe (b. 1928)

Sidney Kibrick (b. 1928)

Garry Watson (b. 1928)

Fay Chaldecott (b. 1928)

Mark Rydell (b. 1929)

Terry Moore (b. 1929)

Vera Miles (b. 1929)

Ann Robinson (b. 1929)

Liseotte Pulver (b. 1929)

James Hong (b. 1929)

Rachel Ames (b. 1929)

Olga James (b. 1929)

Michael Forest (b. 1929)

Vikki Dougan (b. 1929)

Steve Terrell (b. 1929)

Margaret Kerry (b. 1929)

James Congdon (b. 1929)

Betsy Gay (b. 1929)

Jack Betts (b. 1929)

Clint Eastwood (b. 1930)

Joanne Woodward (b. 1930)

Mara Corday (b. 1930)

Nita Talbot (b. 1930)

Taina Elg (b. 1930)

Robert Wagner (b. 1930)

John Astin (b. 1930)

Tommy Cook (b. 1930)

Mary Costa (b. 1930)

Lois Smith (b. 1930)

Will Hutchins (b. 1930)

Peggy King (b. 1930)

Lynn Hamilton (b. 1930)

Don Burnett (b. 1930)

Clark Burroughs (b. 1930)

Robert Hinkle (b. 1930)

Sheila Connolly (b. 1930)

Barbara Bestar (b. 1930)

Rita Moreno (b. 1931)

Leslie Caron (b. 1931)

Carroll Baker (b. 1931)

William Shatner (b. 1931)

Mamie Van Doren (b. 1931)

Robert Colbert (b. 1931)

Barbara Eden (b. 1931)

Angie Dickinson (b. 1931)

Claire Bloom (b. 1931)

Marianne Koch (b. 1931)

Sylvia Lewis (b. 1931)

Carmen De Lavallade (b. 1931)

Zohra Lampert (b. 1931)

Michael Dante (b. 1931)

Ann McCrea (b. 1931)

Jack Grinnage (b. 1931)

Maralou Gray (b. 1931)

Billy Mindy (b. 1931)

Sugar Dawn (b. 1931)

Joanne Arnold (b. 1931)

Joel Grey (b. 1932)

George Chakiris (b. 1932)

Felicia Farr (b. 1932)

Abbe Lane (b. 1932)

Steve Rowland (b. 1932)

Jacqueline Beer (b. 1932)

Colleen Miller (b. 1932)

Joanne Gilbert (b. 1932)

Olive Moorefield (b. 1932)

Neile Adams (b. 1932)

Jacqueline Duval (b. 1932)

Edna May Wonnacott (b. 1932)

Richard Tyler (b. 1932)

Mickey Roth (b. 1932)

Leon Tyler (b. 1932)

Peggy McIntyre (b. 1932)

Christiane Martel (b. 1932)

Elsa Cardenas (b. 1932)

Claude Bessy (b. 1932)

Kim Novak (b. 1933)

Julie Newmar (b. 1933)

Debra Paget (b. 1933)

Constance Towers (b. 1933)

Joan Collins (b. 1933)

Kathleen Nolan (b. 1933)

Brett Halsey (b. 1933)

Robert Fuller (b. 1933)

Pat Crowley (b. 1933)

Barrie Chase (b. 1933)

Jackie Joseph (b. 1933)

Geoffrey Horne (b. 1933)

Tsai Chin (b. 1933)

Lita Milan (b. 1933)

Vera Day (b. 1933)

Diana Darrin (b. 1933)

Ziva Rodann (b. 1933)

Jeanette Sterke (b. 1933)

Marti Stevens (b. 1933)

Annette Dionne (b. 1933)

Cecile Dionne (b. 1933)

Johnny Russell (b. 1933)

Patti Hale (b. 1933)

Gary Clarke (b. 1933)

Shirley MacLaine (b. 1934) 

Sophia Loren (b. 1934)

Shirley Jones (b. 1934)

Russ Tamblyn (b. 1934)

Pat Boone (b. 1934)

Audrey Dalton (b. 1934)

Claude Jarman Jr. (b. 1934)

Tina Louise (b. 1934)

Karen Sharpe (b. 1934)

Joyce Van Patten (b. 1934)

May Britt (b. 1934)

Joby Baker (b. 1934)

Jamie Farr (b. 1934)

Myrna Hansen (b. 1934)

Priscilla Morgan (b. 1934)

Aki Aeong (b. 1934)

Robert Fields (b. 1934)

Dani Crayne (b. 1934)

Donnie Dunagan (b. 1934)

Richard Hall (b. 1934)

Charles Bates (b. 1934)

Marilyn Horne (b. 1934)

Marilee Earle (b. 1934)

Rod Dana (b. 1935) 

Pippa Scott (b. 1935)

Ruta Lee (b. 1935)

Barbara Bostock (b. 1935)

Johnny Mathis (b. 1935)

Leslie Parrish (b. 1935)

Salome Jens (b. 1935)

Yvonne Lime (b. 1935)

Jean Moorehead (b. 1935)

Marco Lopez (b. 1935)

Joyce Meadows (b. 1935)

Christopher Severn (b. 1935)

Richard Nichols (b. 1935)

Carol Coombs (b. 1935)

Nino Tempo (b. 1935)

Patricia Prest (b. 1935)

Dawn Bender (b. 1935)

John Considine (b. 1935)

Jerry Farber (b. 1935)

Clyde Willson (b. 1935)

Bob Burns (b. 1935)

Susan Kohner (b. 1936)

Millie Perkins (b. 1936)

Burt Brickenhoff (b. 1936)

Mason Alan Dinehart (b. 1936)

Anna Maria Alberghetti (b. 1936)

Lisa Davis (b. 1936)

Joan O'Brien (b. 1936)

Richard Harrison (b. 1936)

Tommy Ivo (b. 1936)

John Wilder (b. 1936)

Gary Conway (b. 1936)

Michael Chapin (b. 1936)

Carol Morris (b. 1936)

Fernando Alvarado (b. 1936)

[aci-daaa]

Se domani non rispondo alle tue chiamate, mamma. Se non ti dico che sto per cenare. Se domani, mami, non vedi arrivare il taxi.

Forse sono avvolta nelle lenzuola di un hotel, su una strada o in un sacco nero (Mara, Micaela, Majo, Mariana). Forse sono in una valigia o mi sono persa sulla spiaggia (Emily, Shirley).

Non aver paura, mamma, se vedi che sono stata pugnalata (Luz Marina). Non gridare quando vedi che mi hanno trascinata (Arlette [Giulia]). Mamma, non piangere se scopri che mi hanno impalata (Lucia).

Ti diranno che sono stata io, che non ho urlato, che sono stata io per com’ero vestita, perché avevo alcool nel sangue. Ti diranno che ero in giro la sera tardi, che ero da sola. Che il mio ex psicopatico aveva le sue ragioni, che gli ero stata infedele, che ero una puttana.

Ti diranno che ho vissuto, mamma, che ho osato volare molto in alto in un mondo senz’aria.

Ti giuro, mamma, che sono morta combattendo. Ti giuro che ho urlato tanto forte mentre volavo.

Lui si ricorderà di me, ma’, saprà che sono stata io a rovinarlo quando avrà di fronte il volto di tutte quelle che urleranno il mio nome. Perché lo so, mamma, che non ti fermerai.

Però

te lo chiedo per quello che ami di più al mondo,

non trattenere mia sorella. Non rinchiudere in casa le mie cugine. Non privare le tue nipoti. Non è stata colpa tua, mamma, non è stata nemmeno mia. Sono loro, saranno sempre loro.

Lotta per le ali, quelle ali che a me hanno tarpato. Lotta per loro, che possano essere libere di volare più in alto di me.

Combatti perché urlino più forte di me. Possano vivere senza paura, mamma, proprio come ho vissuto io.

Mamita, non piangere sulle mie ceneri.

Se domani sono io, mamma, se domani non torno, distruggi tutto.

Se domani tocca a me, voglio essere l’ultima.

-Fonte Facebook

[nalitopielcowymotylek]

JUTRO SZKOŁA!!!!

cieszę się że ferie sue kończą bo wpierdalałam jak świnia a tak to schudnę jeszcze plan lekcji zmienili i będę wieczorem w domu wiec plus będę mogła nie jeść będę jadła pewnie tylko obiad przy mamie żeby było że coś je

CHUDEGO DNIA MOTYLKI 🩷🦋

[samble-moved]

everytime i see a post criticizing pmmm charas im like...you know if they had none of these flaws you hate so much, they'd get branded as unrealistic, one dimensional mary sues, yes?

if madoka was selfless without being a "crybaby", if homura was 100% normal acting (despite her trauma), if kyoko was a nice and sweet girl from the get go, people would then complain that there's not enough personality diversity and that they're boring, or that the portrayals of trauma aren't realistic enough.

think about the logical extremes. people call madoka too emotional and a crybaby. so madoka could be selfless, but never show any serious emotion, ever, even if 99% of the time when she cries it's because of things like her friends dying. homura is creepy and cold due to trauma? let's ignore the effects that trauma has on irl people to make her act 100% like she did before all of her trauma, ignore how people irl are changed by it. sayaka is too untrusting of homura and "died for a boy" and was selfish? sayaka should accept any and all shady people as trustworthy, not feel bad that her lifelong friend was permanently unable to do his favorite thing, and never have her own desires, because having your own wants is selfish and evil. kyoko is too mean? let's erase her trauma, again, because mean little girls are clearly too much for an audience to take. mami is too prone to breakdowns and is fake? again, let's ignore her canon trauma, because people with ptsd and mental illnesses are clearly evil.

in such a show, people would then, instead of griping about the current personalities, say that 1) the characters aren't realistic for not reacting to their trauma, 2) the characters are too similar and/or one dimensional, and 3) they're really boring.

making all the characters the same good, palletable, perfectly mentally healthy (despite trauma) cookie cutter personality would be rightfully criticized as being boring! but when they...show realistic reactions to trauma and act like their canon ages (middle schoolers) with different personalities...people get mad that they act realistically. there's no real way to win for people who's hate for pmmm as a whole boils down to "madoka is a crybaby, homura is cold and creepy, kyoko is mean, etc". because if these traits were taken away, they would then say the characters are boring and unrealistic.

[der-papero]

Dio perdona i vegani, la Mami NO

Fatto 1. Ilaria per questo Natale ha fatto dei biscotti vegani a mio parere SPAZIALI, superbuoni, talmente buoni che ne ho chiesto una seconda sfornata solo per me ❤️

Fatto 2. Sempre Ilaria ha da un paio di mesi deciso di imparare a cucire, e sapendo che la mia Mami è sarta, le si è azzeccata come una sanguetta e pende dalle sue labbra.

Ora, per via di (2), e conoscendo la repulsione della Mami verso il veganesimo e le sue applicazioni, mi chiese prima di partire di farle assaggiare uno dei biscottini senza dirle che fossero vegani, per avere conferma su (1).

Io: Maaaa', assaggie 'sti biscott 😍😍 e dimm assi' te piacen...

Mami:

Mami: so' 'na chiavec, so' vegan, o'ver?? 🤨

Adesso, il mio lato Cancro sta impazzendo su come riferire la cosa in modo delicato, pensavo ad una roba del tipo "si possono migliorare, ma a gusto ci siamo! 👍".

[bibibi-tchx]

have there ever been moments when dom is so teeny tiny and he just wants to sleep with both mami and papi? them just having a cuddle party as they love on their boy. just imagining babie falling asleep so fast knowing he’s safe with them :,)

awww anon ye

like its not that uncommon for dominik to slip properly to a headspace younger than a year, but each time around they adore how clingy he is to them

its that pure vulnerability, yknow? where he relies on them for everything, and they love every second of it: every second of having to feed him, having to help him place his pacifier in his mouth when hes just too tiny to form a proper clasp on the plastic, or the amount of times he’ll just whine and whisper to ask for silly games like peekaboo or jump with joy when damian and rhea grab his hands whilst hes in one of their laps, begging to ‘rock the boat gently down the stream’ just so that he can do the little scream

back to your anon: even despite what parents typically loathe about having a child thats around dominiks age when hes regressed, the uncontrollability, the meltdowns- and, seemingly worst of all, the night times

like everyone knows how fussy <1yr olds can be at night time- hell, even those in doms typical headspace of up to 4: toddlers are fussy and adorable creatures. but, for them, they love it

they love hearing the little noises he makes on the monitor, to hearing him wake up feeling suddenly a lot more tinier than hes used to

yes, they may or may not have the monitor on when hes big, sue them for being over protective caregivers even when dominiks not small

then, its the funny moment of rhea and damian seeing eachother in the hallway where all of their bedrooms are before heading into dominik’s bedroom, smiling at each other before being ready to deal with an extremely fussy and tired baby

from there, its the whole thing of soothing dominik from the sudden drop, rocking him and soothing him whilst hes just repeating their names, too small to do anything else

rhea returns back up with his bottle, and then they get ready to lower dominik into his crib, bcus hes clearly too tiny to be trusted to not get up in the middle of the night and wander off again, thus hurting himself: but, he leans back up into damian, and they know what it means

cuggle time!

so they get ready to join dominik in bed, and hes plopped in the middle of them, both having each of a caregivers arm around him and it makes him so incredibly happy! like mamis feeding him a bottle, then hes got his papi singing to him

it takes about half the bottle for dominik to fall back asleep, knowing hes safe with his mami and papi by his side

ty anon!!

[sillyn0odle]

Wczoraj nie wyszło i zamiast jednego posil zjadłem dwa mimo że trzymałem się limitu to Sue zastanawiam czy nie walnąć dziś fasta przed weekendem bo może być różnie przez kontrolę mamy jak myślicie?

[natteryaktoad]

Sue Iana, Day 86, Part 1

That loading screen looks very empty with the kids at Luis' for the night.

Sue wanted to go swimming, and it's Winter, so she went to the Leisure Centre in Riverford.

She tried to play Don't Wake the Llama afterward, but no one would play it with her. At least you can play darts solo.

Sue: Natasha! It's lovely to see you - come on in!

Natasha: You have such a lovely house, Prima Sue.

Sue: Thanks - I've tried to make it nice. It's too small for us, really, but we make it work. Our old place was a lot bigger - five bedrooms, and the garden was twice the size. But when Luis and I divorced we had to sell it and each get smaller places. Don't let anyone control your money, primita. Luis was in charge of our bank account - I had access, but I rarely looked at it - and he gambled away far too much of it. If I'd got a job straight out of college, instead of having two kids, I could've had some savings... not that it matters now... but I tell my daughters to be financially independent, and that goes for you too.

Sue: Gaby? Que hora es? It's late, bebe. Que paso?

Gaby: I couldn't sleep. Te extraño, Mami.

Sue: Me too, mi pricipito. I'll see you mañana. Try and sleep ahora. Si tu still can't sleep, ask someone to read to you. Te amo mucho, claro?

Gaby: Si. Buenos noches, Mami.

Natasha: You miss your kids when they're not here, don't you?

Sue: Yeah. So much. But I couldn't've stayed married to Luis. He promised me he'd never cheat on me again, and he did, so... If I ever get married again, he won't get more than one chance.

Natasha: Do you want to? Get married again?

Sue: Maybe... it gets awfully lonely when the kids are with Luis. I don't know who'd want five step-children, though. And I don't want to be dependent on any man, ever again.

Sue's got a great big "fall in love" want in her panel that I don't know what to do with. The only "single" guys are quite a lot younger, and I say "single" because they're really just dating around - George and Trip spring to mind but George is eight years younger than her, and Trip more than ten, and I can't see either of them settling down with her, and I think settling down would be what she wants.

[hoe4sports]

Ona Batlle

© Do not steal my shit, I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn.

The Mamma and Mami series | Sofia Batlle

Get to know Sofia:

⭐️Becomes a mami’s girl, always wanting to be with Ona.

⭐️Future professional volleyball player.

⭐️Have a Barbie collection.

⭐️Always makes a wish; shooting stars, 11:11, 03.03.2033, clovers.

♥Two blossoms on a single branch