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hotvintagepoll · 8 months ago

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Loretta Young (The Farmer’s Daughter, The Stranger, Love is News)— Her cheekbones!! Her lips!! Her big eyes and small nose and not quite classical features!! The planes of her face hypnotize me and her smile clears my mind of anything else. She’s an interesting beauty, not a standard one, almost in a Mads Mikkelsen type way (I repeat: cheekbones). Also I’m begging people to watch The Farmer’s Daughter, a charming rom com where my babygirl Joseph Cotten falls through the ice while skating because he got distracted by how pretty she was, and where Loretta puts on a 40s-bad Swedish accent and runs for Congress! Girlboss!

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies.... most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Loretta Young:

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

"ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face"

"First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you."

Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

"The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender"

youtube

"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

youtube

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"Did a bunch of humanitarian work during ww2, pretty sure a shot of her from Shanghai express was the inspiration for one of queens album covers and also her in the suit in Morocco (1930) CHANGED LIVES. I’m sure she’s already been submitted but I wanted an opportunity to submit one of my favourite pictures of her for the poll"

"would you not let her walk on you?"

#marlene dietrich #loretta young #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2 #Youtube

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catsukiiee · 2 months ago

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# DOVES. | CHAPTER ONE.

౨ৎ tenya iida x fem!reader fic.

season one of doves.

arranged marriage trope.

wordcount ; 1,565

paragraphs ; 35

sentences ; 92

reading time ; 6:15

songs used

— wedding opening song / walking down the aisle.

— the kiss + following scenes.

tropes ; arranged marriage, slowburn.

tenya iida is twenty eight instead of his canon age of twenty four.

readers age has been set to early or mid twenties for this fic (ofc you can make it any age you want, as long as it's not illegal.)

due to both of iida's parents being unnamed, i will figure out names for them in later chapters.

author's note: because i love my poc girlies, i will be writing reader to have brown skin. all brown girls can have any texture of hair, including straight/slightly straight. i never see character x reader being described as poc in this fandom so here we go!.

The weather today was soothing. The sun shone brighter than usual, with not a single cloud in the sky. It was an ideal day to be outdoors. You couldn't help but wish your life mirrored the warmth of the sun. Unfortunately, your existence was far from serene, born to a mother who would go to any lengths to satisfy her husband and daughter to a man who was consumed by his thirst for power.

In your father's eyes, you were less than human, a truth you eventually came to accept. However, the realization that your mother viewed you similarly was a painful blow.

As you sat in front of the mirror, your throat tight from suppressing tears, you caught your reflection. Your mother stood behind you, delicately placing a stunning wedding accessory in your hair.

Wedding.

A word that typically evokes joy for those who dream of uniting with their true love. Wedding days are meant to be filled with happiness, laughter, and tears of joy.

Yet all you felt was a sense of impending doom.

f l a s h b a c k..

“You are to marry the second son of the Iida family! I will not tolerate any more of your tears!” Your father's voice echoed through his cramped office, his weathered face contorted in rage, turning a deep shade of red.

“I don’t want to marry! Not him! Not anyone!” Despite your desperate protests and screams, your father's resolve remained unshaken. The sharp sting on your cheek from his slap left your ears ringing and your face burning, but you stood your ground, facing the man who had turned your life into a nightmare.

Your mother stood at the doorway, doing nothing to help as you struggled for control over your own life. When you turned to her, desperation in your eyes, her expression was icy, barely meeting your gaze. Your hands clutched hers, but she didn’t return the grip. Instead, she directed her attention to her husband. “The Iida family will cover the entire cost of the wedding.” Then she finally turned back to you, squeezing your hands, but the gesture felt anything but reassuring. “Stop acting like a child. It’s time for you to get married and contribute to this family.”

End of flashback.

“You make such an amazing bride.” She whispered, her eyes brimming with tears as she smiled, smoothing her hands down your arm before moving them up to give your shoulders a light squeeze. When you were a child your mother’s touch and gentle smiles used to bring you nothing but peace and comfort, but now her touches and gentle smiles left you disgusted, filled with anger.

Your hair was thoroughly brushed then pinned up into an elegant bun by a hairpiece that resembled doves. Your dress was a striking white, your shoulders and back was exposed, the silky lace gently tickled your shoulders and legs, your veil laid against a chair beside you, matching the same striking white lace of your wedding gown, little white doves decorated it.

You should’ve felt beautiful, the dress and your makeup was truly beautiful but all you felt was the tears threatening to spill and ruin your makeup. The gentle smile your mother offered you slightly wavered at your expression, her hands that were once gently squeezing your shoulders grew hard, her nails slightly digging into you. “Remember, you’re a grown woman, there’s no need to cry like a child.”

Her words pricked something deep inside you, your legs pushed you up before your brain could catch up to your movements. For a moment, a flicker of fear flashed in your mothers eyes as you stared at her down. “Get out.”

She was out the room within seconds, not sparing you a glance as she closed the door. For the next few minutes, your thoughts consumed every inch of your brain till they were shattered by the door opening. “I said I wanted to be alone! Why can’t you-” You paused in an instant, your yell silencing in your throat.

There stood Mrs, Iida with a wary look, her hands clutching a small white box. “Hello dear.” The corner of her eyes wrinkled when she smiled, softly closing the door as she walked further into the room. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to..” Her fingers circled around your wrist, silencing you once more. “There’s no need to apologize, I understand this whole…thing can be frightening. I just wish I could’ve changed the outcome.”

You both fell silent, the only sound being the soft rustle of the box being unwrapped by Mrs. Iida. “This was a gift to me on my wedding day, I want you to have it now.” It was a pretty pearl bracelet with a dove charm attached to it. “I added the dove, very fitting for your wedding theme.” She chuckled lightly, sliding your wedding dress right sleeve up to put the bracelet on before giving your wrist a comforting squeeze. “You look stunning, dear. I’m truly sorry that neither of us were given a choice in love.”

For the first time in months, you felt comforted by a mother’s touch, nuzzling your face into her shoulder as you pulled her into a hug. “Thank you.”

“Calm.” Mrs. Iida’s voice was gentle as she held your arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze while you both stood behind a large white door. The soft murmur of conversation filtered through, barely audible. You took a deep breath, but it did little to calm your nerves. Instead, you placed your hand over hers and closed your eyes, waiting for the soft notes of a song to begin. As the doors slowly opened, the chatter faded into silence.

There stood your husband, dressed in a crisp white tuxedo, save for the red tie that matched his eyes, his hands neatly clasped behind him. Since the announcement of your engagement, you had barely spoken to him.

Turbo Hero: Ingenium was finally getting married after years of insisting he wouldn’t settle down while there were still villains to defeat. The media was eager to uncover the identity of his bride, shattering the quiet you once cherished with their flashing cameras and intrusive questions.

Even at your wedding, their cameras flashed as you walked down the aisle strewn with white rose petals. Your gaze remained locked on his, your hand resting on his mother’s trembling slightly, your breath unsteady.

And for some odd reason, when he smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back.

A warm tingle spread from your fingers to your hands and up your arm as Mrs. Iida placed your hand in Tenya’s. His smile remained steady, though yours faltered for just a moment.

“Hello,” he whispered, tilting his head slightly, causing a few strands of dark hair to fall over his eyes. You bowed your head slightly before meeting his gaze again. “Hi.”

The priest cleared his throat and began the ceremony. You found it hard to focus on his words, instead getting lost in the depths of Tenya’s eyes. It wasn’t that you admired his gaze; it was just the only thing that kept you grounded amidst the sea of eyes and flashing cameras.

“Now, Tenya Iida,” the priest began, a jolt of anxiety coursing through you. You had been so absorbed in his eyes that you hadn’t realized the priest was nearing the end of vows. “Do you take this lovely woman to be your bride?”

For a moment, your breath caught in your throat as Tenya’s gaze shifted from yours to the priest and back again. A part of you feared he might say no, and you almost wished he would. “I do,” he finally said, and a wave of emotion washed over you. If it weren’t for his hands holding yours, you might have collapsed.

Now it was your turn to face the priest as he asked you the same question, pausing to await your response. Your heart raced, feeling as if it might burst from your chest. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you opened your mouth, your voice trembling. “...I...I do.”

The priest smiled at you both before continuing. “Then may the Lord’s kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously fulfill His blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder.” He paused, placing a white cloth over your joined hands. “In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss!”

In that moment, you completely forgot about the kiss. So when Tenya lifted your veil and cupped your face, your body froze. The guests erupted in applause and the cameras flashed, capturing the brief, sweet kiss that sealed your vows.

Tenya held your face for a moment longer before releasing you, taking your hands in his as he turned to face the audience, pulling you closer until your back pressed against his chest. The bright lights of the cameras momentarily blinded you, making you blink rapidly as tears spilled down your cheeks. You lowered your head slightly, dabbing at your tears.

Tenya’s hands moved to your waist, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear. White petals drifting down around you both, and the applause of your guests faded into a distant hum. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Iida.”

it's finally here! i rewrote this chapter so many times y'all.

enjoy this short-ish first chapter!

#x reader #tenya iida x reader #tenya iida #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader

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wishfulwithwine · 2 years ago

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Eye of His Storm - Prologue

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Fem!Reader

She was the pure beauty of the Targaryens and Velaryons, only daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, second child.

He was the scarred, menacing son of the King Viserys and Alicent Hightower.

They put together the broken pieces of their lives, and made each other whole.

Warning: series will have INCEST, cursing, smut, violence, ptsd, alcohol, and other possible triggers. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR. 18+ ONLY

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Y/N stood faithfully next to her father at Laena’s funeral, wrapping her arms around him as Y/N tried to comfort him while Laenor did his best to be stoic.

As the second child and only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, Y/N was seen as the sunshine of the family. The gem of the Velaryon house - as she was also the only child that was clearly visible the product of the two wedded parents.

Her skin wasn’t nearly as dark as her father’s, nor her cousins Baela and Rhaena, but she had a glow to her skin unlike her mother and brothers. Her hair and eyes were the same color as both of theirs, but the silkiness of her hair was Rhaenyra’s. Y/N was pleased her hair did not have the typical Velaryon texture, as her father showed how his unruly hair troubled him daily.

There was never any question of her legitimacy, in contrast to that of her brothers.

During the funeral, as the only child that looked like her father, Y/N was subject to the staring, as the Velaryon legacy was whispered about. She heard the whispers from Princess Rhaenys, Lord Vaemond, the Queen, and everyone else it seemed.

All throughout the ceremony, she kept her head down or buried her face in her father’s side, unwilling to look at anyone. Her mother was more concerned with her brother’s - Jace, who wished to be mourning his actual father at Harranhaal, and Luke, who was too young to quite understand anything. Y/N reasoned that her mother’s increased attachment to the boys was because of the loss of Ser Harwin, however it didn’t make it feel any better. It wasn’t the first time she didn’t feel the affection of her mother, and Y/N knew it wouldn’t be the last. Y/N was a product of duty, not love, and Y/N felt more alone than anyone else.

After the funeral, when everyone was eating, she followed her father to wade in the water. He was clearly drunk, but she’d rather be with her father than the eyes of everyone else.

When Laenor got too drunk, Ser Qarl brought him and Y/N back to Laenor’s chambers, where Laenor brought out some more wine, drinking again, trying to drown out the memories of his sister. It didn’t take long before Ser Qarl told her to leave in order to put her father to bed.

As she passed through to go to her own room, she heard her grandparents’ Rhaenys and Corlys’ conversation of heirs - how Princess Rhaenys wished to transfer the Driftmark inheritance to Laena’s daughters or state Y/N instead of Luke as heir, since none of the boys were of true Velaryon blood. Lord Corlys denied it, however, as they both knew how women were treated, and “names were to be remembered”.

Tears flooded her eyes, as Y/N scurried away as quickly as she could without being noticed, before she saw Helaena and hung out with her in her room. The girls had grown close, almost as sisters, as both the middle children with only brothers at Kings’ Landing. Y/N didn’t mind Helaena's fascination with bugs - although Y/N had learned that the spiders were something that she did not want to touch or be near.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Alicent asked, when she saw her with Helaena playing. Alicent had noticed the red eyes from tears all too well on Y/N’s face, despite the fake smile Y/N was showing to her daughter to keep Helaena happy. Y/N turned to Alicent, a woman that although had drifted apart from her own mother, was someone that she didn’t have any bad interactions with. Y/N looked down at her hands, before looking over to Helaena, before back to Alicent.

“My Queen, may I - may I talk to you?” Y/N asked, softly. Alicent gave the girl a soft smile, nodding as she gestured the girl away from her daughter.

“What is troubling you?” Alicent asked, looking at the girl who had become so close with her daughter, as well as Aemond. To be honest, Alicent was surprised Aemond wasn’t there as well, considering whenever Y/N was around, so was he.

“Everyone’s talking about my brothers and I, how different I look from them, and I don’t know how to deal with the stares. How do you - how are you always so calm as Queen? I..It’s overwhelming” Y/N said. “I apologize. I know I should ask my mother this but-“

“But nothing, sweet girl. Y/N, you have been my daughter’s best friend since she was born, and technically you are family. Everyday is a new battle, I suppose. I am grateful that you think I am calm, sweet girl. I cannot tell you how to stop the stares, but just know that you have done nothing wrong. You are a beautiful girl, my darling, absolutely perfect,” Alicent said, treading lightly on her words, as she brought the girl into a hug. Alicent looked up, locking eyes with Ser Cole, who was staring at both of them with regret.

When Rhaenyra had proposed the joining of houses, she had no problems with Y/N and Aegon marrying. However, in order to protect Helaena from marrying Jace, a bastard, she needed to marry Aegon to Helaena. Y/N was the daughter Alicent wished she had, a girl who enjoyed the finer things such as painting and needlepoint, and who’s mother clearly did not appreciate near enough.

“Thank you, my Queen” Y/N said, holding Alicent a bit tighter, before going back to play with Helaena.

Soon there was loud commotion outside the room, and Alicent was urgently brought out to address a fight that had occurred between the other children. She had instructed the guards to keep you and Helaena there, protected, until she otherwise said so.

“He’ll have to lose an eye” Helaena mumbled, and it stroked fear inside of Y/N. Worried, she tried to see anything outside the window or hear anything from the guards, but all she could do was wait with Helaena.

It was a while before they found out what had happened, Aemond came through the doors, alongside his mother, Otto and some maesters.

“Oh Aemond!” Y/N said, rushing over to him as soon as he was settled in a chair, holding his hand, as tears started to fall down Y/N’s cheeks as they stared at one another. Y/N was on the side that he could still see, as the maesters worked on the injury on the other side of his face. “Who did this to you? Gods, I’ll kill them. Tell me who and I’ll rip their eye out” Y/N said, with such conviction, that Alicent’s stomach dropped. Although she was still furious at Rhaenyra and her sons for doing this, it clearly was not Y/N. Her family once again putting her in the crosshairs of the drama.

“It’s okay. I claimed Vhagar” Aemond said, which seemed to soften Y/N’s face. Everyone stared at the pair, but each other’s focus was on the other. There was love there, it seemed. Love that everyone had seemingly ignored.

“I’m so proud of you, Aemond. You got the dragon you deserve. That is not enough, though, and whoever did this to you needs to be punished. I don’t care who it is” Y/N told him, squeezing his hand lightly, before looking to Alicent who she knew would tell her.

“It was your brother, Lucerys. Your brothers and cousins attacked him” Alicent said, regretfully to the girl. The maesters and guards who were in the room were surprised at Alicent’s response, seeing her reaction during the fight and now with the daughter of who she injured.

Y/N stilled, shocked by her family’s actions, before hugging Aemond closer.

“Oh gods, I am so sorry” Y/N cried, kneeling on the ground besides Aemond, placing her head on his arm. Aemond reached out his hand, rubbing her back, with almost a tilt of a smile, looking down at the girl he loved - which didn’t go unnoticed by Alicent.

“Take my eye” Y/N whispered, looking directly at him. The room silenced with shock.

“No” Aemond stated.

“Take my eye. I assume my mother has protected her sons, but I’m here. Take my eye. Let me repay the debt” Y/N said, tears falling down her face as she looked to Alicent, who was struggling internally.

Here was the daughter of her now enemy - willing to sacrifice for her son, understanding the debt to be paid. Alicent looked over at her father, who shook his head.

“You are too good for this family, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. You are not to be blamed for the sins of your brothers” Alicent said, coming closer to the girl.

“Then I’ll go get it from Lucerys” Y/N said, going to stand before Aemond pulled on her, causing her to stop, kneeling back and being by his side.

“Don’t leave me” He pleaded, and she looked over to Alicent.

“Stay, it is Aemond’s wish. The King has ordered this all to be done, so there are no actions to be taken” Alicent said, trying not to let the bitterness she still held show. Y/N nodded, and rested her head back against Aemond’s shoulder.

“I will stay here as long as you’ll want me” Y/N promised, as the maester finished working on Aemond.

Aemond couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face, as he held Y/N closer to his side. He may have lost an eye, but he got a dragon and it seemed his love as well.

#aemond #aemond imagine #hotd aemond #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen smut #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #laenor velaryon #velaryon

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lambsouvlaki · 1 year ago

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Hey its been a while are we gonna get more Jason and Andy and baby character who I’ve forgotten the name of

Much love tho I love your story

Jason and Sophie walked in from the rain. A chime played as they passed the threshold of the small shop and a wave of warm air enveloped them. Soft instrumental music played.

He was holding his baby girl’s hand as she stomped along next to him with big exaggerated strides.

“I like puddles,” she informed him seriously.

“Then I have good news for you about the city we live in, kitten,” he said, and he pulled out a tissue to gently wipe her face. She scrunched up her nose but let him without complaint.

She turned three in one month and was tall for her age. She wore her favourite yellow rain boots, a red tutu and green wool tights under her bright orange rain coat. Curly black hair frizzed out from under a yellow beanie. She was daddy’s favourite little traffic light.

“Good morning,” a lady behind the counter called when they were done. They were the only people there. “How can I help you?”

“It’s mommy’s birthday,” Sophie declared. “We need presents.”

Jason picked her up and put her on his hip. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and looked at the sales lady.

The woman smiled. “Is it? And what are we getting for mommy today?”

“A flower cup.”

“What are flower cups called, baby?” Jason asked.

Sophie stared back at him, unimpressed.

“A big flower cup.”

He rolled his eyes.

“A vase maybe?” the lady suggested.

Sophie sniffed. “Marlow broke the blue one with his tail.”

“Then right this way, miss, let me show you what we have.”

Jason put her down and she marched with purpose to the clean white shelves with vases and beauty products on them. He told her not to touch any of them until she decided and then wait for him to come and get it.

“She’s a treasure,” the lady said conspiratorially to him.

“Yeah.” He smiled at his daughter. She had stuck one knuckle in her mouth and studied her options seriously.

“Did you have your eyes on anything else?” the lady asked. She casually rearranged her hair.

“You guys have spa packages, right? Massages and skin treatments, all that stuff?”

“Of course,” she said, sliding back behind the counter. “Are you looking for a couples experience or…?”

He shook his head. She leaned forward on the desk and produced a pamphlet and explained their offerings.

He wanted the best, most premium experience for Andy, but by the looks of things that was some kind of clay body wrap thing. She didn’t like the texture of clay masks on her face. She still did them, but it was with dread and resignation every time. This was meant to be relaxing for her, not maintenance, but the kind of pampering she secretly liked but would never buy for herself.

“This one.” He pointed to the menu. “With all the add ons please.”

“She’s a lucky lady.”

“That’s the idea.” His lips turned up in a crooked smile. “I’m the lucky one really.” One weekend’s worth of pampering was nothing compared to the joy she brought to his life. The amount of bs she put up with for him.

The lady cooed. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Not a lot of men put the effort in, you know. You must be an attentive partner.”

His head snapped around to stare at Sophie. She snatched her hand back from a tall glass vase. He narrowed his eyes and she held her hands behind her back and bit her lip.

He turned back to the sales lady. She looked a little disgruntled.

“So that’s the Day Dream Package for your wife. And what can I get for you?”

“It’s not my birthday,” he snorted. And Andy wasn’t his wife.

The lady bit the end of her pen. “Doesn’t mean you can’t want anything.”

He paused. He did want something.

He looked back at his daughter. She was camped in front of the vase she wanted, her arms crossed and her expression a tiny copy of her mother’s. She waited with what looked like patience but was really iron resolve. Once she knew what she wanted she would not be moved until she got it, no matter how long she had to wait.

“Sophie,” he called.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to propose to your mom.”

The lady looked to the heavens.

“Okay,” Sophie said. She pointed. “I want this one.”

“Good choice honey,” he said, and swung her up into his arms. “She’ll love it.”

#sales lady: giggles and bites her lip and twirls her hair around her finger #Jason: 🥰 I love my wife 🥰#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #my fanfic #dc #fluff #kid fic #dad!jason #thanks nonny!

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radioisntdead · 1 month ago

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I wish you were a boy

Clementine [Oc] x F! reader

Song used

You watched as she got ready, you had somehow managed to convince everyone else to step out giving the bride-to-be a break from the chatter and fuss, you continued watched as she brushed through her strawberry blonde hair, humming a tune she had heard from the radio.

It was her wedding day, a day you honestly hoped would never come but alas her mother arranged her daughter a marriage to the son of some type of business tycoon, you didn't actually know what his father did nor did you read give a shit.

"Are you going to keep staring at me with those eyes of yours or are you going to say something?" She asked breaking the silence,

"I don't like him, you could do better,"

"You haven't even met him yet, he's actually quite the sweetheart,"

"Can you really say that? Clementine, You've only met the man once! What if he's horrid? What if he's-"

"[Name]" the almost sickeningly sweet way she said your name sent shivers down your spine, Oh how you wished you could hear her voice every day for the rest of your existence.

"Good money was spent on this wedding and I wouldn't want to be wasteful," She added as she set down her hairbrush on the vanity, she glanced towards you,

"Won't you be a dear and help me put on my veil?"

You sighed,

"Of course." You got up from your seat and gently picked up her veil, the texture of the lace itchy around your fingers.

As you gently placed it on her head she glanced up at you through the mirror, her eyes holding something you couldn't quite place.

"I wish you were a boy [Name]."

You couldn't say anything to that as balled up hands knocked against the door, voices on the other side asking if she's ready.

You straighted out her veil before she thanked you, getting up from her seat, her dress trailing behind her as she cracked open the door the ladies outside immediately fawning over her appearance her mother held back tears.

You held back tears as well but for much more different reasons.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

You could barely breathe as you watched her leave the room, you could only follow her like a lost puppy.

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a b-

You could only watch as she walked down the aisle, escorted by her younger brother as her father was long gone and the older was, well he didn't matter anymore.

At 14, Katy talked about teenage dreams

On the bus and she's looking at me

Talking about life and her dog and the boys that she likes

I ask, "Have you got someone in mind?"

Tears threatened to fall as you watched them exchange vows, you watched as a shiny ring was slipped onto her finger, you watched as she grinned up at him before they shared a kiss.

He's at the all-boys school

She says something about liking his height

Suddenly worried about mine

You felt your heart shatter into pieces, the girl you've held feelings for who knew how long now was now kissing someone else, someone who certainly didn't deserve her.

بياخد مخدرات

و هوا بيتعلم سواقة

بيقضي وقت معها

And despite knowing that he didn't have a say in this marriage either, you couldn't help but blame him for snatching her away, for being the one who gets to wake up to her face each morning, who gets to hear her beautiful voice each day.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

Only after you watched the car drive away with the cheesey empty cans on strings with 'Newly married' on them ride off into their honeymoon, only after you helped clean up the church they were married in, only after you helped her family bid the wedding guests goodbye.

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a boy, I'm not a-

Only after her mother offered to let you spend the night in her old room because it was late and she didn't want you roaming out in the dark since it was unbecoming of lady, It was only after you bid her mother and her siblings a goodnight, did you hide yourself in her room and let the tears run down your eyes as you sobbed into her pillow that still smelled like her.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

You saw her less now that she was married, that was expected after all she was a married woman now, with that pretty ring on her finger that you wished you could've given her instead.

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a boy, I'm not a-

Rarely could you call her and she'd pick up, maybe once in awhile she'd invite you over for tea, and you'd watch in silent heartache as he'd waltz by giving her a kiss on her rosy cheeks before scurrying off to work.

Accustomed to making a move

مش ها قدر اشرح

Why I'm feeling the way that I do

أحساس جديد الي

You'd watch with jealousy as they'd exchange "Love you!" And "Stay safe!" Before going their separate ways.

She's half-Greek with a pretty face

Strawberry lip gloss, oh, it's wasted

On this dumb boy who likes the chase

You wished that you were the one pressing light kisses to her face, that you were the one she was exchanging love you's with, that you were the one she shared a bed with at night.

Oh how you despised her husband.

How you despised that he wasn't horrid, that he actually treated her well.

Not as well as you would've but well.

But why am I so angry in the first place?

"[Name], don't you think it's time for you to start looking for a husband?" Her mother asked you one night at dinner, she practically saw you as another one of her daughters and treated you as such.

You nearly choked on your meal, you blinked a few times before looking up at her.

"Pardon? Well uh, I actually have, just haven't had the best of luck with that," you boldly lied to the woman, not catching the look of heartache that flashed through Clementine's hazel eyes.

"I see! Well if you want I could set you up with one of my friend's sons! Or perhaps my Thomas? Lord knows those He'll have trouble finding a wife if I don't help him." She said causing her remaining children to glance amongst themselves at the mention of their eldest brother.

"Ah, No thank you Ma'am, I think I'll try looking for a little longer."

She simply nodded before moving on to the next person, reliving you of the topic.

"Clementine, speaking of marriage you've almost been married for a couple of months now, when will I have grandchildren?" You felt a knot gather in your throat, you didn't dare look up at her.

"Oh! Well hopefully soon, Mama, we're praying that I'm with child by the fall."

Why am I hurting?

ما تفوقي شوية

You shouldn't be surprised by this, of course she'd be trying for a child, she was married! And it was 1925 the perfect time to aquire a child!

She's not your girlfriend

You shouldn't be upset, you didn't have the right to be upset right?

She wasn't your wife, that wasn't even legal in this time.

You'd both be shunned by society but that wouldn't be the worst thing to happen right? As long as you'd have each other?

No, no that was delusion talking.

You knew even if she returned your feelings that she wouldn't leave her family just for you.

After all, you knew what became of the last person that was excommunicated from the family.

You would hate for Clementine to resort to the same measures as that one did.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

You wished you lived in a different world where you wouldn't be shunned, or worse.

You wished she liked you, you wished her husband didn't exist, you wish you two were the only people in the world, you wished..

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a boy, I'm not a-

You wished you were a boy.

Maybe then she'd love you, and you could love her back without any shame, that you could shout how much you adored her from the rooftops, that you could pour your heart and soul out to her, that she could be yours, and you could be hers.

Completely and utterly hers.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

You hated how tightly she held a grip onto your heart, you hated how you'd give up everything for her if she just asked.

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

And yet you didn't mind as much as you should've.

Mm, boy

I'm not a boy

Your hands tighten onto the bottom of an umbrella as you stood outside her mother's house, watching as he opened the car door for her, being careful to not let her get wet.

Your heart ached as you watched them drive away like you did the day they were wed.

You wished you could tell her that you loved her.

You're glad that at least he can tell her that he does.

Mm, boy

Fuck that guy

Good evenin' folks! I'm a little anxious to post this since it is my first OC x reader and an OC I haven't even introduced! There will be a little spin off to this fic from Clementine's pov, there's so much more to her then I've written here! Fun fact she is related to one of my OCs that I have introduced! Guess which one!

I have so much lore about her and her siblings, about their lives and their deaths, all intertwined.

I haven't drawn Clementine yet but I will soon! Once I find my pen, it got lost.

Again.

Anyways I do hope you enjoyed! As always thank you for tunin' on in, I hope you have a wonderful night!

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maginxlia · 2 years ago

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Staring Draken In ✰ Second Chance At Love

Cast line up Draken x Black Fem! Reader

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary Requested By The Beautiful @lovelygeniegirl1012 , Draken Falling In love with you after his divorce! It get spicy towards the end!

After His Divorce from Emma, Draken's main concern was Hana his Beautiful daughter the two of them shared. He didn't care about finding love again hell that was the last thing on his mind but then he met You.

It was a Saturday, how could he forget? He had his daughter for the weekend and Emma didn't have time to get Hana's hair done So Draken was forced to attempt a style on his daughter's curly hair, So Happened his Daughter was very Particular about how her hair was done and for a One Year old she was very demanding. Draken could only sigh in desperation as Hana threw a fit while her hair looked worse than before he started.

Draken's only choice was to call Akkun and see if he could fit them in for an appointment, “ Sorry Draken but I'm all booked up for the Weekend. I do have a New Stylist here who is amazing with children and She Specializes In Different Hair Textures. I'm sure Hana would love her” Akkun replied back to Draken as Draken Tried his best to soothe his daughter. “We will be over there before one, Thank you so much Akkun,” Draken said while Breathing a sigh of relief.

Walking Into Akkun Hair Studio Draken had Hana firmly in his arms as he greeted Akkun, “ Hey Y/N, Your client is here” Akkun said before getting back to styling his client's hair. Draken watched as you walked from the Back “ Sorry about that Akkun, Akemi didn't want to take her nap” You sighed before greeting Draken, “ Hello. My Name is Y/N and It's my pleasure to style your little one's hair today. What's the little princess's name if you don't mind me asking??” You said while Draken took in your beautiful Face before answering. “Hana and My name is Ken but everyone calls me Draken” Draken answered while shaking your soft hand before handing Hana to you.

Draken sat down as he observed you detangling and Styling Hanas Hair, He had to admit his eyes stayed on you. You were beautiful with your full curves and gorgeous skin that glowed in the sunlight that shone through the shop windows, It didn't help that you were tender and so kind to Hana as you took care of her hair. Hana didn't Fuss once while you comb through her curls

You didn't take long styling her hair or Maybe you did, Draken didn't notice time slipping by as he was too busy admiring you. “ All done Hana! You look absolutely beautiful” You said while smiling as Draken approached you, “ How Much would it be?” Draken asked as he got out his wallet. “ Nine Thousand yen (66 USD!)” you answered him softly while he handed you 15,000 Yen (110 USD!). “ Don't worry about the change” Draken said while giving you a soft smile as you thanked him

“ Hana, let's get you some ice cream for behaving so well. Do you want to come with us?? Of course, you can Bring Akemi.” Draken asked you while Hana Played with his hair, “You can go, I can take care of the shop” Akkun said while you were mulling over whether you should go or not. “ Thank you Akkun, Let me get Akemi.” You said while grabbing your stuff before walking to the back to get your daughter

Draken and You watched your babies eat their ice cream while you two chatted, “ I don't see any ring on your finger, does that mean you are single??” You asked Draken while your eyes stayed on the girls, “ Divorced before Hana's first Birthday but her Mom and I share custody , what about you? Are you single?” Draken asked you a question of his own. “Divorced Before Akemi's first Birthday too, Her dad travels for work a lot so it's just us” you answered back before getting up and Wiping Akemi's face with a napkin

“It's been nice Draken but I want to get back to the shop and help out Akkun, Thank you for inviting us,” you said with a smile before handing your number to him while Akemi laid her head on your chest while waving at Hana, “ Call me sometimes, Goodbye Hana and Draken,” You said as your heels clicked away.

Draken would never forget that day. Ever since that day you found time in your busy schedule for him, you stopped calling Him Draken and now refer to him as Your Kenny. you’re such a good mother and such a hard worker but you always make time for Hana and Him. Needless to say, He's madly in love with you…. “ Kenny, are you okay baby? You asked him while he stared at you from across the table, “ Just thinking about how hard-working you are” Draken said while smiling back at you, “ To us and the success of your new shop” Draken raised his glass as you both toasted.

With Hana with her mother and Akemi with the sitter, The two of you could relax and get fully wrapped in each other. Draken could barely unlock his door as his lips moved on your neck sucking away as you moaned his ear

“ Kenny, I need to feel you inside me,” you said needily as you grind your ass against him making Draken Groan, “ Fuck. let me open the door baby” Draken said while he was finally able to unlock the door

His fingers tugged under your dress pulling your thong off you as You palmed him through his pants while you two walked into his apartment. He was quick to pull your dress up as he got on his knees “ So wet already” Draken said while he pushed your folds apart with his fingers while he begin licking your pussy

His Tongue fucking up into you while you grinded yourself on his face as you held up your dress “ So good Kenny” you Moaned as you lost yourself in pleasure, His lips wrapping around your clit ever so often driving you wild as you freed your titties from your dress before pinching your nipples

“ Taste so sweet,” He said as he pulled his face from your pussy, “ Let Me taste you Kenny” You whined as he shook his head. “ Tonight is all about your pleasure baby,” Draken said before getting back to eating you out

Your eyes rolled as you came hard on his tongue as he lapped you up, “ Please Kenny fuck me” You moaned as he got up from the floor before leading you to his bedroom while you took down his hair

You took off your dress before laying on your belly on his bed, your fat ass bare to him as he stroked his dick. “ Fuck. So Beautiful” Draken said while he slowly entered your pussy letting you get adjusted to his size as his big dick stretched you so good making you moan his name

Your pussy felt so good to him that he had to close his eyes before giving you slow deep strokes, “ Feel so good gripping my dick” Draken said as he fucked up into you. Your pussy holding him tight with each thrust as his hands held your ass as it bounced against him

“So fucking Hot” Draken groaned as he fuck you deep, his dick easily finding your G-Spot making you arch your back while you shaked your ass making Draken spank you, “Alway giving your all even as I fuck you” Draken grunted while he fucked you so hard the bed moved under you

“Kenny Ahh Gonna cum” You moaned as you met his thrusts making him lay against you as he fuck into you ever so deeper, “Cum for me baby” He commanded as you obeyed him. Your Orgasm came down on you hard as you struggled to keep your back arched, Draken hands roaming your body as your pussy creamed around him while throbbing making him groan your name

Draken could barely pull out of you before cumming on your back saying your name Broken with each rope of cum that shot out of him “Fuck. Y/N, you're perfect” He groaned as he got up to get a wet towel to clean you up with

“I need to buy Akkun a Gift for Introducing us,” Draken thought as he wiped down your back before kissing the back of your neck.

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blue-velvet-valentina · 20 days ago

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Son of War, Daughter of Death (chapter 1)

(TW: in general, war, violence, death, maybe nsfw parts. also this is my take on the new timeline with minor tweaks.)

The night was long and cold as the first cold front moved in that morning, the clear sky a sign that the night will be frigid as she left her back door open. Heather had a rough day trying to get her homework caught up and to also get used to her new schedule of staying late into the night. She was transferred to a new position that would trudge her through the night, but at least she would stay home to work. She finally rubbed her eyes caught up on her work from two weeks ago as she decided to just lay down for the night since she still had three or four days left to adjust to staying up later and sleeping in later. She closed her back door, not locking it so her dog could go outside whenever he wanted to and not wake her up. She never had a random animal wander in except for the local stray cat who wanted to get out of the outdoors for a bit. She looked at the available pajamas she had for a cold night, only seeing her old Christmas set, grabbing them to change into something comfortable for bed. She pulled back her bedding and slipped under the top cover, and she settled finding herself in dreamland.

She has been dreaming the same thing on occasion for months in the same forest. It looked peaceful with whispers throughout the forest. Despite its peacefulness, it felt eerie like those old Halloween screensavers with random ghosts popping up and going away. The whispers beckoned her to go deeper into the forest, she followed the whispers before stepping on an object. Looking down, she noticed her barefoot had stepped on a dagger with a slight curve in the blade.

She looked around and found a man laying unconscious at the foot of the tree the whispers are coming from. His face marked with something akin to war paint and his hair had a high undercut. He looked like he was a background actor from Mad Max or some other post-apocalyptic fantasy movie with a squared jaw and his build was strong but nothing like the photoshopped Hollywood she was used to seeing. She gently got to his level and tried to see if he was alive or dead, the first time she had made it this far before she was forced awake.

Heather saw he had an old and oozing stab to the gut. She gently cleaned and bandaged his wound, humming mindlessly, checking on occasion to see he was breathing. Her hands pulled away before her hands were snatched by his massive hands making her gaze snap up to him. He looked angry, confused, and in pain but it was the color of his eyes that captivated her the most. They were pale blue, unsettlingly beautiful as she could not help but stare. His face softened seeing the color in her round face redden and the tension in her arm started to slack in his forceful embrace.

“Who are you woman?” His graveled, rough voice asked.

Her small pout lips were in the act of saying her name before she suddenly wakes up to the sound of her alarm ringing through the air. “Shit I’m going to be late it’s 7:30!” Heather said he snapped and jumped out of bed and quickly texted her mom a good morning before getting ready to prepare her mom for a doctor’s appointment.

Meanwhile, He got up as soon as she disappeared. She was no ghost; he felt her hands on his skin and the sensation still burned in his memory giving him a chill through him. It left him with a distracted pause rousing from his injuries dark as a murky lake before deciding now a good a time as any to get up before he is caught on his ass. He felt sore and gritted his teeth as he used the tree, he laid against to work his way up. Feeling the stabbing pain, he looked down as he saw the bandage he poked at it feeling the rough pseudo-fabric texture and for a moment he wanted to get it off, but seeing the blood already starting to seep through the covering, deciding it would be better to not dare remove it. He worked his way back up from the ground seeing his general using the tree as a brace. He growled a bit in pain, his joints popping as he rolled his shoulder back into place. General Shao looked near to where his lieutenant was seeing the corpse of the assassin who escaped his execution and thought it was a great idea to try to lose them in the living forest and wait out it.

“Men, get that body readied as proof to the Empress her would-be assassin is taken care of.” The general commanded, making the men salute him before grabbing the body and proceeding to remove his head, no need to bring the whole body back when his head would do.

“Reiko, you’re wounded.” He said lowly standing next to him.

“Bastard hid a dagger on him, he wasn’t expecting I had one as well.” Reiko said hiding the pain that throbbed through him.

“You need it closed. Who was the woman who covered the wound?”

“I never got a name; she disappeared when I woke up.”

“How is an earthrelmer who was not escorted by the gods in outworld? We need to assure ourselves she is not a part of the smugglers for Shang Tsung and Quan Chi. We need to speak about this with the Empress and with Liu Kang.” Shao growled.

Reiko now has his current mission to find out who saved him and what her game was, how she can just pop in and out between realms and why he feels hot thinking of her.

Since Titian Havik attacked the realms, Outworld and Earthrelm had to keep an uneasy peace finding Shang Tsung and Quan Chi have been seen with smuggled items from Earthrelm. The defenders found two factions that have been working with the two for an unknown reason as of now which is applying more pressure on their truce, more so since Titian Havik caused a major rift in the royal house.

Zeffero barely skated by the skin of his teeth for the sake of his mother, but others were executed for their involvement. The queen was not dumb and knew her own court was defecting, in private she asked of Shao and his lieutenant to spy on her betrayers as detractors as well to see who exactly was behind her daughter’s infection and the fractioning of outworld which was blamed on the infected Outworlders who are now calling themselves Tarkanians; naming themselves after the disease that was artificially created by the power hungry sorcerer it was later found out.

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mk1 2023 #fanfic #fan fiction #mk reiko #mk1 reiko #reiko

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moonlit-ocs · 1 year ago

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OC Bio: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Name: Sotiria

Name Meaning: Sotiria: “Sotirios (Greek: Σωτήριος) or Sotiris (Σωτήρης) is a male given name of Greek origin, meaning "salvation" (σωτηρία, σωτήριος). Sotiria (Σωτηρία) is the female version of the name.”

Nickname(s): Soso, Tia, Tiria, Water Witch

Alias(es): Demigoddess of the Sea, Daughter of Poseidon, Daughter of Medusa

Occupation: Demigoddess, Camp Member

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Gender: Female

Sexuality:

Age/Birthday: 16 (physically), ~2300 (chronologically)

Height: 5’5”

Hair Color/Type/Length: Dark Brown/Curly/Upper Back

Eye Color: Green (Blue)

Body Markings:

Family: Medusa (Mother), Poseidon (Father), Percy Jackson (Half-Brother), Zeus (Uncle), Hades (Uncle), Stheno (Aunt), Euryale (Aunt), several other half-siblings

Love Interest(s):

Birthplace: Ancient Greece

Languages: Ancient Greek, English (eventually)

Skills/Powers: Battle skills, Hydrokinesis, Healing, various water-related abilities, temporary petrification

Likes:

Dislikes: her dad, her mom

Catchphrase: “I don’t care about my dad.”

Backstory: (TW: SA) After Poseidon had taken advantage of Medusa, one of Athena’s priestesses, within Athena’s sacred temple. Athena had cursed Medusa with hair of snakes and ruined her beauty. Unbeknownst to Athena, Medusa was pregnant with Poseidon’s child from this encounter. Some months later, a gorgeous baby girl was born, untouched by Athena’s curse.

Sotiria was raised by Medusa, but felt no love from her. Her mother despised her because of her father, but there were times she truly cared for her. She was typically cold and distant, which Sotiria noticed.

On the other hand, Poseidon loved her. Unfortunately, Sotiria did not feel the same. He bestowed great power upon her and she took it without thanks. But he was still the man who hurt her mother and created this unfulfilling life for her. He was always amazed by her beauty and resemblance to Medusa, which was another reason her mother grew more bitter towards her. Sotiria consistently rejected her father’s efforts to join him and rule the sea.

After some years, Sotiria still demonstrated her strong abilities from the sea god and growing beauty as she matured, and Medusa grew more jealous and resentful of her daughter. Although she had some motherly love for her, she couldn’t bare to see her daughter live a prosperous life, even if she was miserable lacking the love she ought to receive.

Medusa told her daughter how beautiful she was one day and once Sotiria gently smiled at thanked her, Medusa looked her in the eyes and turned her to stone. Sotiria was frozen in a beautiful pose, standing tall with a soft smile and books held in one arm, curly hair cascading down past her shoulders.

The Gorgon took great care of her daughter’s stone statue, keeping it with her for years to come until she opened Auntie Em’s Garden Emporium. Sotiria stood front and center, surrounded by a pool of water and holding fresh flowers where her books would have been. Years went by and fate caused Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Grover Underwood to visit.

Percy was oddly drawn to this statue, but shook the feeling as he went to search for the pearls that would aid his escape from the Underworld. It was a shock to the three when they realized Medusa was the owner of this garden shop, but Percy beheaded her with the help of his friends and they finally had a moment to think. It was then that Annabeth realized who this statue depicted—or rather, who it was.

Percy was shocked to learn he was looking at his long lost sister and as he approached the pool of water with coins that had sunk to the bottom. His hands waded in the water as he processed this information, not noticing the water rising up the stone dress and turning it back to its soft texture. As the water kept rising, Sotiria was revived and took a breath as the rest of her body was returned to its natural form. The three stood in awe as she took in her surroundings and began shouting in Greek, and while Annabeth began to explain in Greek, Sotiria was hit with a wave of power that granted her knowledge of their language and strength from her powers.

Grover helped her down as she grasped the reality that she had been turned to stone by her mother, missed the past 23 centuries, she had a half-brother standing in front of her, and he’d just killed Medusa. He explained to her that he was just as resentful towards their father and he expressed that he was sorry for her troubling situation. Sotiria decided she owed him a debt for saving her from her stone cage and would join him on their mission if they were okay with it. Annabeth was hesitant at first due to her lineage, but put it aside and agreed to let Sotiria join them. Percy felt less alone with his sister by their side.

Faceclaim: Ryan Whitney

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sissybabycucksophia · 2 years ago

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The Adult Baby Adoption Part 2

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story, and themes reflected in the story may be triggering, these themes are not my actual beliefs and are only part of a fantasy kink scenario. Also non of the images belong to me)

Eventually the moment i dreaded came, the elevator finally reached ground floor and with a “Ding” the doors would open into the now bustling lobby. No matter how much i tried to pull back against daddy his strength just embarrassed me more as i failed to resist him pulling me by the hand out into the lobby. “Oh my god Mr Carmichael! Is that the guy who came in earlier? Is that ‘baby’?” The very same doorman who had granted me access said trying to hold back laughter as i turned a deep shade of red and hung my head.

“Of course not! This is my newly adopted daughter! This Weak, Defenceless, Helpless and Cute Little Girl is Jade Carmichael. Also that reminds me Doorman! I want Jades face on the watch list for the building, if jade is caught trying to enter or exit the building i want you to handcuff her, call me immediately and while you wait for me you must make her pray for forgiveness till i arrive. I don’t expect she’ll try to run away but measures have to be put in place just in case” Daddy said to the doorman who insisted on taking a picture of me for the doorman notice board. Once that was done, daddy would ask them to retrieve his car. While we waited daddy took me over too a couch in the lobby where he sat me down and from his bag pulled out a banana.

Sitting down next to me daddy would peel the banana 🍌 before handing it to me. “Can’t have you going hungry till we reach the event Princess, eat up now” daddy encouraged as i looked at the banana nervously, then looking daddy in the eyes i said “I… I… I can’t daddy…. I told the agency I… I don’t like bananas” to which daddy replied, “exactly but your not allergic to them which means you’ve made the childish and unfounded decision that you don’t like them. Well thats going to change, so eat up Jade. Growing girls like you need the potassium!”. Looking at the banana, i felt sick, i’d always hated the mushy texture of bananas but I couldn’t defy daddy now, lord knows I couldn’t handle the embarrassment of public punishment. So i took the phallic fruit in my mouth and began to eat, each bite made me wrench and dry heave and my eyes watered trying to eat the disgusting fruit not helped by daddy insisting i finish the entire banana. Finally though it was finished and daddy smiled as he said “see! That wasn’t so bad? But its ok, since your having a minimum of 1 a day from now on you’ll grow to love them!” As embarrassment and discomfort rippled through me i cuddled Angel in my left arm as daddy then took my right.

“Your car is right out front Mr C, safe drive sir” the doorman said to daddy as he and I stood up and headed to the door. Being led by this big man out into the street I couldn’t help but wonder how different things could have been had i paid more attention on that paperwork, could i be sat on some big titted mommy dom’s lap in a diapered dressed as her little boy and playing video games? How different things could have been!. Stepping outside, there to greet us by the roadside sat a beautiful pastel grey Bentley Mulliner Batur. “Oh my god daddy is that yours!? A Bentley Mulliner Batur! Beneath its gleaming bonnet lies the most powerful expression ever of the 6.0 litre, twin-turbocharged Bentley W12 engine. Thats a 710 horsepower car! The fastest i’ve ever driven is 280 horsepower!!! Just how rich are you!!” At that daddy said one of the most demeaning things to me possible. “Jade, first of all don’t take the lords name in vain like that! Secondly, your a little girl! Little girls don’t like or know anything about cars ok princess! Your little girly brain should be more interested in pretty dresses and makeup than cars. So to teach you not to talk about cars from now on you’ll be spanked for showing or expressing knowledge on them. Also you can’t have driven a car as fast as you say, because little girls like you can’t drive. Finally, how much money daddy has should only be your concern when your thanking me for buying you more pretty dresses.” As he proceeded to reach with his free hand for the passenger door handle. How humiliating, to be told i cant like cars because i’m a little girl, to be gender stereotyped for a gender that i’m not and told what my interests should be🥵 unbelievably humiliating.

Opening the passenger door however would reveal something even worse… sat ok the passenger seat was a pink specifically designed seat harness! On the bottom was a padded cushion with a triangular wedge and several straps then on the back there was a wrap around head rest just big enough for my head with 2 chunky cushions on either side and a strap and finally there was a thick harness to hold my chest. Looking at daddy i whimpered “please no daddy, this is to embarrassing! Im a grown up i don’t need a car seat!” But daddy simply laughed as he pushed and manoeuvred me into position. Sitting on the padded cushion, the triangle wedge was between my legs and pushed the skirt of my dress and jacket up, then would guide my arms through the arm holes of the harness before closing it and strapping it tightly so i couldn’t sit forward or move too much from side too side. Then from the cushion a strap was clipped across the top of my knees stopping my upper thighs from moving, finally daddy would run a strap across my forehead keeping my head pinned back against the headrest and sandwiched between the two big cushions. The whole time i whimpered and moaned until i was sat with only my arms able to move freely, my gaze was now forcefully stuck looking forward and because of the big cushions at either side of my head my peripheral vision was obscure. Placing angel back in my arms daddy shut the door and walked around the car before getting in the drivers side and starting the car, as the car started there was an exhilarating growl from the engine to which daddy would infantilise me more by reaching over and holding my right hand while saying “sshh sshh sshh baby girl its ok, the big car isn’t a monster! Daddy will protect you, i know you don’t understand but this is a Mans car! Now lets get to church, can’t keep god and the rest of the flock waiting!” He said with a smile that i could just barely see.

Taking back his hand i clung tightly too Angel as daddy put the car into gear and pulled out into the street, how humiliating! Ever single traffic light from the penthouse building too the church would turn red in us forcing us too stop. Each time we did my cheeks grew redder as people stared, pointed, laughed and teased me from other cars, passing on the sidewalk and more. Finally after a 45 minute car journey we would arrive at a huge Church with a massive ornate Jesus Christ on the cross suspended from the front above the doors. Pulling into the carpark in front, Daddy pulled into a space before turning off the engine and proceeding to release the straps over my head and knees then getting out he’d come round too my side where he would release my torso from the tight and uncomfortable harness and helped me out of the car. Finally we began our approach to the front doors, looking around the car park i was in shock as I spotted Super cars and Expensive cars filling the car park, Bugatti’s, Lamborghini’s, Lotus’s, Maserati’s and more, slowly i began to wonder what the fuck kinda church and delegation this was!!. I also thought about running but daddy had a tight grasp of my hand, however just as we reach the bottom on the steps into the church pressure on my bladder suddenly began building and before i could think i began whimper “i need to pee, please take this thing off me so i can go pee!” I begged daddy however he simply stopped us at the bottom of the stairs and said “pee yourself now Jade! Thats why your in pullups! Stop thinking like an adult, forget about toilets! Your arse will never touch a toilet seat again so act like the weak little baby you are and piss yourself now!” He said sternly as I stood with my knees turned into each other, cuddling angel and looking at him with bright red cheeks and watering eyes…. Hearing that I…. I let go, within seconds warm liquid flooded my diapered crotch and a wave of shame flooded over me. However daddy was leaving no time too stew in my shame for as soon as I finished he then dragged me up the stairs and into the church.

Entering into the reception, daddy smile and gave a friendly greeting too the church receptionist who completely ignored me as she said too daddy “everyones in the main atrium Ulysses, have a blessed day!” To which daddy smiled as he then led me through into a huge wide open space, the wall decorated with christianic symbols and doctrines, the pews had been move too the outsides of the room and in the middle was a huge circular kids play pen with 4 foot tall child barriers, inside there were about 40 men and women of varying physical age all dressed as adult babies of varying age, some were sitting so heavily restrained in their diapers and baby clothes that they could barely move while others sat and crawled around acting the age they were dressed as. Outside the play pen were tables all spread out with the “grown ups” sat drinking wine and talking. As we entered daddy would be approached by a beautiful brown skinned, Black Haired and browned eyed woman in a long black dress which looked very reminiscent if pastoral robes. “Ahhh Reverand Imelda, I hope we’re not too late!” Daddy said with a radiant smile as the Woman gave him a hug before stepping back and said “oh nonsense Ulysses! Your right on time! And pray tell, who is our newest follower of god?” Reverend Imelda said looking at me with a smile. Wiggling my hand which he still had a tight grip on daddy said, “go on baby, don’t be rude! Your pastor asked you a question” nervously i tried my best to soften my voice and said “my name is Jam….I mean Jade Carmichael Miss” which turned my cheeks a bright scarlet with humiliation. Pinching my cheek the Reverend would look at daddy as she said “well isn’t she just adorable! Well you can leave her in the play pen with all the other babies and grab a coffee and some muffins.”

Pulling my face away from the stranger pastors grip daddy would speak for me saying, “Oh absolutely, jade will be going in the play pen. But Reverend Imelda? You don’t have any of those deportment aids for difficult babies handy do you? Jade here hasn’t quite learned to listen to and behave for adults yet” looking at him my eyes widened and I opened my mouth to speak only too have daddy shush me. This was mortifying, being spoken about and too like a dumb child. However as daddy said “deportment aids” and mentioned my unruliness I instantly knew trouble was on its way. “Oh of course Ulysses! I’ll go grab them, get baby’s jacket off while im away so she’s ready” the Reverend cooed as she quickly scurried off past daddy. As daddy unlocked the padlock on my jacket zipper he removed angel from my arms and began to remove my humiliating pink jacket to expose my juvenile and hyper feminine state of dress. “Daddy! Please dont make me wear anything more humiliating! I don’t want those Aid thingys!” I moaned and groaned as daddy completely removed my jacket. At that the reverend appeared with 2 pink fluffy on the inside cuffs connected by a 30 cm link for my ankles and another two exactly the same for my wrists as well as a ring gag designed to look like big red lips.

Before I could protest at all the reverend shoved the ring gag into my mouth making it a gaping hole surrounded by pathetic Pvc Puffy faggot fake lips. Whimpering, i was manhandled into the wrist and ankle cuffs, the ankle cuffs going over my pink sparkly ugg boots i tried to beg for freedom or even just beg to be able to touch myself but i was ignored as the links which linked both ankle cuffs and both wrist cuffs were then connected by another link making it nearly impossible to walk, crawl or squirm to much. Stood unable to separate my legs further an 30cm’s i hung my head In absolute shame as i tried desperately to stop myself feeling turned on as my desperate to be touched penis was painfully smothered in its cage. Then from behind daddy scooped me up bridal style and once in his arms, helpless, dressed like a pussy and restrained I couldn’t help but shoot pathetic caged sissy stickies into my diaper and blush with embarrassment.

Kissing my cheek, Daddy said “now remember and play nice with the other babies! Daddy expects you to behave like a proper lady!” As i looked down at myself, pink lolita style shin length pathetic dress, white shiny leggings and my Sparkly pink ugg boots… god i looked pathetic. Carrying me into the play pen, daddy lay me on my back on a fluffy pink blanket covered in love hearts and surrounded by dollies, then taking angel with him i watched daddy go and take a see at a table and begun talking to some people who looked like acquaintances as the reverend close over the 5ft tall play pen fence. Looking around i was in shock at this place, what kinda church was this? Why were there so many of them who had adult babies? Looking around the pen there were some adult older than me being regressed, some younger, some were extremely femininely dressed, some were extremely masculinely dress, some were lightly bound, others were heavily restrained, some were actively acting like babies and others were desperate to be grown up. However no matter how hard i looked around i could not find another male being forced to be a female baby although i did spot a very attractive female who was clearly being forced to be a male baby. Watching her she was clearly like me and had not planned for this, the poor admittedly very attractive girl with a beautifully feminine face had had her hair shaven right down to a buzz cut, gave her a fake 5 o’clock shadow to look like she had facial hair and dressed her in a full length dark blue romper that looked like a Baseball player which had an open crotch to reveal her Dinosaur diapers, on her arms temporary tattoos of Baseball’s race-cars and dinosaurs, her arm hair has been died a darker colour to make it more obvious, the poor girl had been wheeled into the play pen in a blue Stroller which which restrained her ankles, wrists and torso. She looked so embarrassed, uncomfortable and down right jealous of all the baby girls in the play pen.

However my focus would suddenly snap back to my close surroundings as a man who looked to be in his thirties began crawling over too me. The man had the most childish looking dark blue sailor outfit on, his shorts were very obviously home too more than one puffy diaper and on his head was a matching little sailors hat. Slowly i began to panic and shuffle a little as the man crawled over hand gently brushed my long pink wig away from my face as he and began to speak, “hewwo Butifful, I weally wikes youw dwess. You vewy pwetty giwl~” at which I panicked more and with my gaping faggot lips ring gag in tried to tell him i was a man! “Mommy tolds me I cants touch my peepee for pweasuwe! I fink you vewy pwetty and i fink yous a giwl so yous needs to hewp me makes stickies in my diapees… I’m so fuckin horny man and that woman wont let me touch myself!!!! So i honestly don’t care whats in your diapers dude when you look this much like a girl! Shut up and let me do humpies on you and make out a little…. I gotta cum!!!” He said suddenly dropping the babish talk. Panic and pure disgust set in as i began violently trying to pull my hands further from my ankles and against the restraints to escape.

However at that the man would straddle my pelvis as he knelt with a knee either side of my crotch. Planting one hand around my throat, tears filled my eyes and my cheeks turned scarlett as he then lowered his crotch onto my hands which where restrained just above my crotch. “Rub my crotch with your pretty little hands princess as i hump!!” The man demanded as he began then to rub himself up and down against my hands, dress and diaper. What could i do!? I tried and tried to push him off but he simply tightened his grip on my throat and humped harder, the harder he smashed his crotch into me the sorer it felt as he crushed my caged penis and balls!. After a few moments he would begin groping my chest while shoving his tongue into the gag and making out with the big fake faggot lips of the gag. Gradually he began moaning and whispering for his mommy’s approval, all the while tears flooded down my face from pain and embarrassment as he look me dead in the eyes the moment he hit his diaper orgasm using me like his sex doll. With that he let go of my throat and stopped groping my chest, sitting upright he sat crushing my hands into my caged crotch and looked at me as he said “ohhhhhh god yes that it, stickies in diapees! Thats what we’re here for!!” With a fatigued giggle.

By this point i was sobbing so hard with pain and embarrassment i could barely see him however he would lean in and say, “boy or not, i think I’ll tell mommy I want you as my girlfriend! Then hopefully she’ll talk to your daddy and arrange more playdates like this one!” He teased before spitting into my wide open mouth and saying “welcome to the life of this fucking adult baby parents cult faggot! Thanks for the orgasm!! Mmmmmmmmmwahhh” he said kissing my forehead before crawling off into the crowd of other Adult baby’s. The embarrassment, demoralisation and pure disgust was overpowering and too such a point I would let out a scream of pure rage as tears flooded my eyes and ran down my cheeks. Finally daddy would appear, picking me up he would carry me bridal style back to his table of associates, “apologies folks, you know kids. I better see whats wrong with her” daddy said sitting me on his lap as he sat down and i was surrounded by these strangers who watched as tears rolled down my face.

Unbuckling the gag, daddy would remove the gaping red fake lips from my mouth finally allowing me too close my mouth. Looking at me daddy would stroke my cheek as he said “now then Jade, what were you making such a fuss about?”. To which i sniffled and replied, “that man in the sailor outfit was humping me and hurt my penis by smashing his crotch into mine, i tried to beg him to stop and push him off but he just kept going, groping my chest and sticking his tongue down my throat.” I explained hoping perhaps daddy would get over protective or even tell me he was upset i felt uncomfortable….. but no…. Instead daddy would proceed too humiliate, degrade, belittle and insult me as he proceeded to speak.

“Well first of all Jade. Your a girl, you dont have a penis! Second…. Thats great news!! Your first day out and your feminine and dainty little girl looks have attracted a boyfriend!!! You need to understand, as a pathetic baby girl, you should be happy and honoured that the baby boy found you so attractive that he humped you! In future though, if your going to fit in at this church you need to learn that little girls like you shouldn’t he saying ‘no’ too a boy. If a little boy wants too do something too or with you, as the superior little baby sex, you must do as they say. Remember what i said about cars ? This is the same thing, fill your mind with pretty colours, dresses, makeup, princesses, impressing boys etc!” Daddy said, I couldn’t believe what i’d just heard. What the hell kinda church was this? Who the hell were these archaic minded people! At a complete loss for words i looked at daddy in total shock.

Chuckling to himself daddy then wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest, with still my wrists and ankles restrained i could do nothing but cuddle daddy as he rocked me back and forth. Then after about 5 minutes he would resume his adult conversations with his associates as though I weren’t on his lap cuddled into him. Before i knew it…. I had drifted into a peaceful nap in his arms like some kind of magic had taken hold. What would the rest of this horrendously embarrassing day bring 🥵

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historia-vitae-magistras · 9 months ago

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not sure what mood you're into or what your tastes are outside of gordon lightfoot, so here are three that i've been rotating in my mind like a rotisserie chicken in one of those glass boxes in the supermarket, with little writeups for your entertainment: 1) Pulaski at Night, Andrew Bird: i love a plucked violin. it always sounds just slightly Wrong in a way that scratches my brain just right. i love the love in this song, the efforts, the beauty, the lonliness—and i love that it mentions chicago. I love a song that takes place in, well, a place, that longs for somewhere physical. This song is in my ears, but it wants to go back to Chicago! if I ever go there, I'll have to play it, to bring it with me, to bring it home. I also love when andrew bird whistles. Fate did right, naming that fella "bird." His whole discography is kind of hit after hit, for me. 2) Holy Branches, Radical Face: I think this song will make you think of Matty. The singer's voice is curious, very soft, but textured. His lyrics are remarkable to me:

There's a hole in your chest From the time that you were born One that don't get filled Cause you've always known you're nothing they want But everybody's bones are just holy branches Cast from trees to cut patterns in the world

3) Better Son/Daughter: Rilo Kiley The first time I heard this song I had to listen to it on repeat for a while. It utilizes musical shifts in a really powerful way, the way the singers voice comes in tinny at first, and then blasts, its my ultimate "button up your overcoat kid, you've got this" song. its possible none of these songs will hit for you, but thanks for reading anyway, and good luck!

God i fucken love when people tell me why they recommend a song thank you anon these SLAP

OH FUCK YES. I'm something of a Andrew Bird girlie but I haven't heard this one in a long time and it makes me want to resurrect an old fic I had set in 1930s chicago ahhhhhhhhh.

Radical Face always SO fucken good. I've never added a song to the Mattie playlist so fast fuck. that one just hits SO good. fuck.

Better Son/Daughter: Rilo Kiley..... thats a song that makes you want to get up in the morning. God there's really nothing like a good snare drum to say 'hang on, you'll get through the shit you're shoveling."

#askbox jukebox || send in the songs #the ask box || probis pateo

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moorheadthanyoucanhandle · 1 year ago

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CRATER LOVE HATH NO MAN

Opening in theaters today:

Asteroid City--In Golden Age of Television black and white, a stentorian TV host (Bryan Cranston) tells us that we're about to see a documentary about the writing and staging of a new play. The drama in question is titled Asteroid City, and it's set in a tiny desert community near the impact crater from an ancient meteorite. It's the Cold War mid-'50s in this, Wes Anderson's latest; mushroom clouds blossom in the distance from the occasional nuclear bomb test.

Soon we shift to color, and to a stylized milieu that looks like Midcentury travel-poster art of the southwest. A large roster of characters assembles in Asteroid City, many of them for the convention of the Junior Stargazers, an organization of youthful science prodigies and inventors.

At the center of this ensemble, insofar as it has a center, is a bereaved young photographer (Jason Schwartzman) who hasn't yet broken the news to his kids that their mother has passed on; he's one cabin over from a movie star (Scarlett Johansson) with whom he bonds, as do his son and her daughter. Along with these familial tensions, the gathering sees military intrigues, scientific experiments, quarantine and even alien close encounters.

I really wish I liked this movie better than I did. Anderson is a one-of-a-kind comedic artist, and his 1998 Rushmore is one of my favorite films of the last thirty years. His debut feature Bottle Rocket is a gem as well. Most of his subsequent films have been brilliant but uneven; the best of them, like The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou and Moonrise Kingdom and The Grand Budapest Hotel, have been flawed near-masterpieces, dazzlingly imagined and acted but marred by heavy-handed touches of sour violence and labored narrative conceits.

All of this is regrettably at work in Asteroid City. It has a beautiful look, the title setting is beguiling, there are patches of funny dialogue (by Anderson and Roman Coppola) and strong visual gags. The cast is without peer for current Hollywood prestige, glamour and chops. The star power is almost too abundant to name; check the poster above for the listing. It's the sort of bunch that only Woody Allen used to be able to command. But all of this, alas, falls short of overcoming Anderson's misguided habits.

Most ruinous is the frame story, about the play. It looks great, but it distances us from the main story while adding no perspective on it that I could see, is of minimal amusement in itself, and diffuses the later part of the picture into hazy anticlimax. But even within the Asteroid City story, Anderson strikes a curiously flat tone. Deadpan is a wonderful comic technique, unless everybody's deadpan, and then it just becomes monotonous.

A couple of the actors, like Liev Schreiber, Tilda Swinton, Hope Davis and Steve Carrell, manage to escape the Jack Webb Sound-Alike Contest and texture their performances a bit. And Tom Hanks, as Schwartzman's dour father-in-law, somehow finds a tone that's fully in keeping with the movie's style but also seems entirely naturalistic. Hanks seems to be indestructible.

#asteroid city #wes anderson #jason schwartzman #scarlett johansson #roman coppola #tom hanks #liev schreiber #tilda swinton #hope davis #steve carell #jeffery wright #bryan cranston #rushmore #bottle rocket

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cccambodia · 2 years ago

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fair trade Cambodia.Recycled brass bomb shell bee hive and Angkor motif earrings, necklace, cuff,ring & hair pin, ethically handmade

Craftworks Cambodia's insight:

fair trade Cambodia.Recycled brass bomb shell bee hive and Angkor motif earrings, necklace, cuff,ring & hair pin, ethically handmade by disadvantaged home based women & men workers.

Cambodians are renowned for their generous, humble and kind nature. For those who have been there this reputation cuffs, rings true throughout the whole country. Hand in hand with this there is an ever-present undertone of grief known only to a country that has seen horror and experienced great loss. It was in the 1970’s that the savage Pol Pot regime brought civil war to Cambodia and still renders its mark with 30% of people living below the poverty line. However, this tragic history does not impede on the spirit of the Cambodian people and it is amazing to see a country building and developing for a positive future.

Now on the tourist trail, economic growth is evident and Cambodia is seeing a turnaround. Cambodians themselves are determined to work towards a more profitable country. Companies such as Craftworks Cambodia are dedicated to this cause by providing fair trade work to disadvantaged Cambodians for their arts, crafts and trades. CC is a company which works towards Cambodia’s growth and development by supporting individual families. Artist Chantha Thoeun and his wife Thearny Kol are a couple employed by the company and they work as jewellers creating beautiful and unique pieces. Chantha talks of his work with CC “I have more freedom and independence. I also have more time to take care of my daughter.” With incomes going to support families with babies and children, CC’s efforts to build and work towards a strong future are unmistakable.

The types of goods that are created by CC’s artisans are distinctive and beautiful, touched with history. Postwar debris such as bomb casings and bullet shells are handcrafted into stunning, stylish pieces. It seems fitting to draw a parallel with the transformation of the pieces to that of Cambodia’s past as it moves towards a positive future. One example of this transformation is with the Natural Stone Cuffs &Rings, which begin as found bomb casings and result in high quality, beautiful rings. The rings are bold and distinctive, yet the fine detailing of ‘CAMBODIA’ intricately branded into the inner brass gives the rings femininity. The brass material highlights the natural stone that is the focal point of the piece. The stone has standout style with a flawless finish and comes in a choice of polished black or semi-polished white. CC also works with materials such as recycled paper and hand-woven silk to produce unique and inspired products, garments and jewellery. The Recycled Tubing Purses as the name denotes are made from recycled tubing creating an edgy and reworked design on a classic purse. The purses are eco friendly and ethically made by home based workers who are living with HIV/AIDS in the community. Every purse is handmade so each one possesses little unique qualities, making it your own. The overall style is chic and eye-catching with bright strips of textured material complementing against the black leather of the purse. The artisans of CC take pride in their work and strive for beauty and quality. Chantha talks of his work with CC,

"‘We will continue to try our best as we are so very pleased to produce jewellery for our customers through Craftworks Cambodia."

All works from Craftworks Cambodia as well as more information on the artisans and their stories can be found on www.craftworkscambodia.com

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grenadaee · 2 years ago

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PYGMALION AND THE STATUE

- Ovid's Metamorphoses

Pygmalion saw these women waste their lives

in wretched shame, and critical of faults

which nature had so deeply planted through

their female hearts, he lived in preference,

for many years unmarried.—But while he

was single, with consummate skill, he carved

a statue out of snow-white ivory,

and gave to it exquisite beauty, which

no woman of the world has ever equalled:

she was so beautiful, he fell in love

with his creation.

It appeared in truth

a perfect virgin with the grace of life,

but in the expression of such modesty

all motion was restrained—and so his art

concealed his art. Pygmalion gazed, inflamed

with love and admiration for the form,

in semblance of a woman, he had carved.

He lifts up both his hands to feel the work,

and wonders if it can be ivory,

because it seems to him more truly flesh. —

his mind refusing to conceive of it

as ivory, he kisses it and feels

his kisses are returned. And speaking love,

caresses it with loving hands that seem

to make an impress, on the parts they touch,

so real that he fears he then may bruise

her by his eager pressing. Softest tones

are used each time he speaks to her. He brings

to her such presents as are surely prized

by sweet girls; such as smooth round pebbles, shells,

and birds, and fragrant flowers of thousand tints,

lilies, and painted balls, and amber tears

of Heliads, which distill from far off trees.—

he drapes her in rich clothing and in gems:

rings on her fingers, a rich necklace round

her neck, pearl pendants on her graceful ears;

and golden ornaments adorn her breast.

All these are beautiful—and she appears

most lovable, if carefully attired,—

or perfect as a statue, unadorned.

He lays her on a bed luxurious, spread

with coverlets of Tyrian purple dye,

and naming her the consort of his couch,

lays her reclining head on the most soft

and downy pillows, trusting she could feel.

The festal day of Venus, known throughout

all Cyprus, now had come, and throngs were there

to celebrate. Heifers with spreading horns,

all gold-tipped, fell when given the stroke of death

upon their snow-white necks; and frankincense

was smoking on the altars. There, intent,

Pygmalion stood before an altar, when

his offering had been made; and although he

feared the result, he prayed: “If it is true,

O Gods, that you can give all things, I pray

to have as my wife—” but, he did not dare

to add “my ivory statue-maid,” and said,

“One like my ivory—.” Golden Venus heard,

for she was present at her festival,

and she knew clearly what the prayer had meant.

She gave a sign that her Divinity

favored his plea: three times the flame leaped high

and brightly in the air.

When he returned,

he went directly to his image-maid,

bent over her, and kissed her many times,

while she was on her couch; and as he kissed,

she seemed to gather some warmth from his lips.

Again he kissed her; and he felt her breast;

the ivory seemed to soften at the touch,

and its firm texture yielded to his hand,

as honey-wax of Mount Hymettus turns

to many shapes when handled in the sun,

and surely softens from each gentle touch.

He is amazed; but stands rejoicing in his doubt;

while fearful there is some mistake, again

and yet again, gives trial to his hopes

by touching with his hand. It must be flesh!

The veins pulsate beneath the careful test

of his directed finger. Then, indeed,

the astonished hero poured out lavish thanks

to Venus; pressing with his raptured lips

his statue's lips. Now real, true to life—

the maiden felt the kisses given to her,

and blushing, lifted up her timid eyes,

so that she saw the light and sky above,

as well as her rapt lover while he leaned

gazing beside her—and all this at once—

the goddess graced the marriage she had willed,

and when nine times a crescent moon had changed,

increasing to the full, the statue-bride

gave birth to her dear daughter Paphos. From

which famed event the island takes its name.

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martianbugsbunny · 2 years ago

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.72--Episodes 15-16

I have watched through S7E16; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Flynn’s Barcade. Love me a TRON reference. Those movies were brilliant.

—Also, now I know that Hook apparently plays pinball.

—Woulda been funny if Rumple had the high score on Galaga. Can I really see him playing video games? Probably not. Would it be funny anyway? Yes, yes it would.

—I adore Drizella’s fashion sense. She’s very chic. The miniskirts are fun, and they’ve got cute patterns and different textures. And I love how she wears black tights and black shoes together, it looks great.

—I don’t think I really believe that she could fend off a killer like that, but as long as she and her sister get to be together in another world I can excuse the bogusness that got them there.

—Zelena’s last name being West in Hyperion Heights is almost as stupid as Belle’s last name being French.

—The second episode 15 ended, I galaxy-brained and realized that Nick/Jack was Hansel. I’m glad I’m finally getting back my intuitive touch—I should hate for it to be predictable, but I feel honestly brilliant whenever I accurately forecast a plot twist in this show.

—Having a piratey adventure was fun. Even if most of it was fake. Also, it was really considerate of Hook to set up that entire venture just to help Henry find a ring he thought was worthy of Cinderella. I didn’t think about it before, but it must be hard for him to be compared to original Hook. He’s a good guy in his own right, though, and it’s about time Henry figured that out.

—Hook is totally gorgeous with his hair all wet and sticking to his face. Storms look good on him.

—Considering Davy Jones was a pirate, wouldn’t it be fun if Hook was like a long-lost legacy of his?

—Rumple telling Henry that Henry Mills was his favorite character in the book was sweet. Sad, too, because he had to skirt the truth, but he was still trying to bolster his grandson’s spirits, but it was terribly sweet.

—Actually, it’s really sad how so many people have to keep the truth from the others around them. Regina can’t talk to Henry mother-to-son. Zelena can’t tell Robin the truth, even though it’s hurting their relationship. (At least they know they’re mother and daughter, though. That’s a bonus.) Even Lucy has to keep secrets from her mom and dad, despite the fact that she’s trying to either get them together or keep them apart. And Rumple has to withhold the truth from Henry, *and* he knows that Alice is Hook’s daughter and he can’t tell, even if he does try to help their relationship along.

—Rumple gluing the teacup back together made me sad.

—It’s hilarious that Hook made Alice get a job because she ate everything in his fridge.

—The string of lights in Tiana’s food truck being chili-shaped is awesome. I wonder where, if at all, one could find those fr?

—Alice is adorable. I love the way she pronounces beignets. You know what, I don’t have all the details on their relationship before the curse, but it would just slap if Alice and Robin broke the curse with True Love’s Kiss.

—Gosh, Rumple’s even kinda got the bi sitting thing down.

—I love that Rumple is committed to being good now, even with Belle gone. That light in him is beautiful.

—See, it’s nice to see Regina being happy in her relationship with Dr. Facilier, but I don’t even trust him as far as I can throw him, and honeys that ain’t far.

—I want neither Henry nor Zelena to kick the bucket. That would be 0/10, not at all cool.

—Regina was wearing a real gorgeous pair of magenta boots. I like about half of her new wardrobe, and those boots totally make the list.

—Maybe Henry and Cinderella should stop focusing so much on whether or not the signs are telling them to be together, and instead take a good long think about why they want the signs so desperately. I mean, I love soulmates and destiny and that kind of stuff, but sometimes you have to get off your keister and get it done yourself.

—Pardon me for saying it, but this season has got me feeling some kind of way about Hook and Rumple. A shipping kind of way, if you catch my drift. I don’t care if it’s a popular opinion or an unpopular one, but their dynamic is pretty different in this season, what with Rumple being good and Hook not remembering that he hated Rumple back in the day, and they’ve got some tension but they also get along pretty well....Idk, if you don’t like it, then feel free to ignore this particular opinion, because it’s only one of many I have and it’s not exactly the kind of hill I want to die on, but I do find myself enjoying this new perspective.

Little off-topic, but today I watched episodes of 7th Heaven and ER with Raphael Sbarge (Dr. Hopper) in them, and boy am I living. He’s just been cute his whole goshdarn life, hasn’t he! (Tho it kinda threw me for a loop the first time I saw him without glasses.) I’ve gotta find a way to watch Star Trek: Voyager, because he’s in like five episodes of that, and I just adore him. And, as an added bonus, the episode of ER that came on after the one with Raphael Sbarge had Eion Bailey (August/Pinocchio) in it, which is yes.

Also, I’m annoyed at Prime Video, because I would love to watch The Full Monty (my mom even said she would watch it with me) but it’s only available for pay. It bothers me how we pay for streaming services, in order to get access to a whole load of stuff, and then there’s still stuff locked behind a paywall. I guess it’s a better business model, but still. And yes, I would be watching that movie for Robert Carlyle and Robert Carlyle only.

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