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wearethewinx · 3 years ago

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ok i actually wanna do a visual version of this post with photos/sketches but i don't have time right now so i'm gonna start w just pasting what i wrote in discord lol. WINX FASHION (this is very long)

BLOOM: the authoritative, the essential, the indispensable Girl Next Door. Denim, t-shirts, raglan, sweatshirts, coveralls, maybe even some corduroy. signature color is blue, obviously, but liberally employs yellow and small pink accents. also likes earth tones and creams, and gets more into rusts, mustards, oranges, and greens after befriending stella

strongly prefers comfy casual, and very rarely wears skirts unless it's for an Occasion. likes striped tops and decorated jeans. acid-wash prints, beading, embroidery, patches, loves em all. not much for jewelry, except the occasional bracelet, or some simple barrettes

flat shoes 9 times out of 10, and she particularly likes yellow shoes. sneakers, slip-ons, the odd ballet flat, perhaps a simple combat boot in the winter

oh she never wears skinny jeans tho. prefers flares or loose straight cuts

FLORA: cottagecore, mori kei, 00's ruched princess, 70's flower child. mostly pinks and greens, but she'll wear any color that can be found in a garden. never black or white. she also loves deep berry maroon and golden yellow, and occasionally electric blue or a lighter, strawberry red. she also looks really good in lilac and adopts it into her wardrobe more after befriending the winx

she doesn't really do embroidery or embellishment, texture in her outfits comes from gathered/draping fabric. she LOVES a ruched top, especially paired with a ruffled miniskirt. the main points of visual interest to her outfits are usually printed fabrics, and for jewelry she always wears her signature bangles and earrings, but also likes to incorporate matching neckwear

the sunset colors she keeps more contained to her 70's-styled looks. lava-lamp type prints with broad, wavy bands of color, tight bellbottoms and brightly colored boots, or miniskirts and off-the-shoulder tops with massive bell sleeves. those are more 'going out' looks tho

working in her garden is where she pulls in more of the mori kei elements and earth tones, plus a pair of galoshes. in cold weather tho she goes FULL mori with tons and tons of cozy drapey layers

for shoes she does wear heels but prefers more comfy ones, like espadrille wedges with long ribbon ties, and sandals obviously, or the occasional chelsea boot. her preference is bare feet tho so she doesn't own that many shoes. and for formal occasions, while she does love a princess dress, she takes a lot of inspiration from traditional linphean garb. tbh she'd go topless and barefoot 90% of the time if people in magix weren't such PRUDES

MUSA: the key motivator behind all of her style choices is music subcultures, so there's a lot of variation, but she is also an extremely practical, comfy butch at her core. she loves pure reds, rich blues, ultraviolets, and pale yellows, as well as bright purples and magentas- club light colors. not much white, except for graphic tees, but she does favor black. she likes graphics, heavy fabrics, and accessories as points of visual interest, especially belts

rarely wears skirts outside of schoolgirl punk, also she wears exclusively low-rise pants sorry but she does. big cargo pants are one of her signatures, and heavily ripped jeans. she avoids shorts for the most part, but she has some truly heinous basketball shorts that stella has tried to burn multiple times

the s2 concert hiphop look is a vibe she returns to often, but she also favors emo/rock/grunge styles, and club looks. torn clothes, useless suspenders, safety pins, studded belts and bracelets, stacked earrings, fingerless gloves, hats (especially beanies,) patches and pins, etc

when she just feels like looking nice or especially if she's going dancing she might whip out the one single solitary minidress she owns (courtesy of the rest of the winx whining abt how good it looked on her) and she likes to layer on translucent, spacey looking fabrics that catch the lights and look hella groovy. dipping into ravewear territory a little bit

for shoes she wears BOOTS. AND. PLATFORMS. AND PLATFORM BOOTS. but sometimes platform sneakers. she likes chains and studs to dress up her shoes too

STELLA: has the most varied wardrobe, but she still has rules. for one thing stella Does Not Wear Black. ever. she ADORES color, glitter, sparkle, texture, accessories, asymmetrical drape, formalwear that looks like a gaudy lampshade, and Fun. i think stella's go-to earth designer for red carpet looks would be guo pei (who you might know as the lady who made rihannas famous gold met gala look). she favors stellas color palette and her designs are Impossible, Maximalist, and Regal as all fuck. there is no better designer i can think of to clothe the new Queen of the Sun

her favorite colors are warm, bright greens, yellows, oranges, and strawberry reds, but she also wears paris hilton pinks, light/bright purples, occasionally electric blue or sky blue accents. she also wears earth tones, but prefers light, gold-leaning shades (NEVER just Brown) sometimes incorporated as polished wooden beads (historically considered extremely expensive, upperclass jewelry on solaria)

she LOVES heels and always matches her shoes to her outfit, and particularly likes colorful strappies, but she also likes gogo boots and Fancy Sneakers. she also LOVES jewelry, and is basically always wearing at least a couple of rings (including the staff of solaria obvi) and earrings or a bracelet/anklet. she's not big into necklaces but she does like ornate collars for formal occasions, or for halter tops

miniskirts and decorative belts/wraps, cropped bodycon long sleeves, those tops from the 00's that were just a square that u tied on with string, cropped halter tops, and, every now and then, some flashy bellbottoms inspired by bloom and flora

i think she'd also love alberta ferretti's use of earth tones, and elie saab's more colorful pieces

oh and i think mak tumang is what stella's designs would look like. every single one of his gowns is smthn i can imagine her designing except for all the pastels ofc. stella would just crank the brightness up

TECNA: definitely the narrowest range of fashion choices of the bunch. she's not much for fashion, she likes to be comfortable and unconstrained. purple, white, green, magenta, black, occasionally steel blue or teal. athletic clothes. track suits, running shorts, yoga pants, compression tops, sneakers sneakers sneakers, and that's pretty much it. smooth, stretchy fabrics, colorblock designs, little to no accessorizing (except functional techwear)

formalwear is whatever her research indicates is Typical and Appropriate to the occasion so that can vary wildly

the one way her style diversifies is with the occasional 60's mod look, courtesy of stella's interference. tecna would just look so fucking good in a cloche hat and a monochrome/colorblock shift dress

AISHA: camo and millennial pink are her signature colors, but she's a sucker for almost any shade of green or blue-green. she also likes lavender, lilac, and mustard, and stella is constantly trying to convince her to wear richer plum shades or golds and yellows. she avoids reds or other shades of pink, though, and usually keeps neutrals for more daring or sexy looks

SHE. LOVES. AN. ARMY. PANT. hoodies, dolphin shorts, pleated miniskirts, hiking!!! boots!!!! cami tanks and sports bras as tops, macrame bracelets, waist beads, trackpants, basic adidas, sashes and sarongs, and string sandals are the backbone of her wardrobe. she does not own underwear, only swimsuits

for formal affairs it depends on whether it's State Formal or Civilian Formal. androssi royalty have pretty strict dress codes and most of her outfits are her mothers, or even her grandmothers, just tailored to fit her. for her own though she likes light, flowy fabrics, and sleeveless or detached sleeves. nothing constricting. those super tiny knife pleats, or something very light and stiff that kinda. puffs out a little. so it doesn't really touch her legs

oh she likes embroidery and beading alright but usually prefers fabric taping to decorate her casual looks

#winx club #winx #THIS IS SO LONG #imsorry

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thewritingstar · 5 years ago

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Enchanted For A Moment: Reds

Pairing: Blossom x Brick (Reds)

Fandom: PPG

Rating: Teen and up..slight cussing

Royal Au

Im literally dying for this au and i dedicate this to all the lovely people in our discord and im in love with our fandom.

I know I know ive been on a ppg high lately but im riding this one out for a long time. Also I did little to no research, idk the time period but its old so have at it. I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter One: Golden Doors and Spider Silk

She hated this castle, this stupid kingdom and all above, her. Princess Morbucks. The girl was so spoiled that her father, the king, named his daughter Princess as if she wasn’t going to be addressed like that otherwise. She didn’t know why she kept coming back to teach her these lessons. French, English, History, she didn’t bother to learn or practice in the slightest.

“Princess, not many women know how to read and write. Imagine how extraordinary that would be to be such a diverse leader.” She had told her, but at last, she never listened.

The only thing that could interest her was gowns and gems and of course the many suitors who came begging for her hand in marriage. Pathetic. She never believed that a love like that could be real. Affection starved from greed and looks was not something she wanted, nor should anyone. Maybe that's why this life of luxury disgusted her. Yes living in a giant palace with the fluffiest pillows and the freshest fruit sounded lovely, beats her small bedroom that she shares with her sisters, but was it worth it? Okay maybe she would become a royal for the library, maybe.

Her thoughts came back to her as Princess slammed the book shut. If she bends that book I swear. “I am done for today.” She huffed.

“We started ten minutes ago.” Blossom sighed and smoothed the headache that was starting to form. “Let's do history, today is about the different types of clothes and fabrics. Maybe you’ll enjoy this.”

“Why would I?”

“Because if you see something you like, you can have it custom made, plus i'll tell you where the most expensive silk is.” Got her.

Princess stared at her. Even though she was older than her by a year, she seemed to resemble more of her students she taught at the schoolhouse. Aka she was a brat.

“Fine but make it quick, the newest batch of suitors is coming today and I want to see my options.”

Blossom rolled her eyes. Princess was turning 20. She should have been married off at 18 but after complaining about wanting to have a little more freedom, dear old king daddy gave in. She always got what she wanted, those poor men.

“Okay well. Let's make a deal. I’ll leave you these two book, don’t make that face they are mostly pictures, and I’ll leave you for today. However when I come back tomorrow, you better be able to tell me five different fabrics and where they are from and we won’t have class for the rest of the week that way you can focus on the ball that's been held on Friday?”

The smile that grew on Princess' face was wicked. “Deal!” She stood and took the books. “I’m just happy I won’t have to see that hideous outfit for the rest of the week.” She pointed at Blossom's gown.

It was a light brown skirt with leather belt and a white blouse, Blossom thought it was rather lovely considering her little sister Bubbles had made it.

“Alright then.” She rolled her eyes, gosh she hated her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Princess was already out of the door before she could blink, but she didn’t care. She turned and placed the rest of the scrolls and books on the proper shelves of the private library. The king, who had never spared a single expense in his life, made sure that practically every title written was stuffed inside the room. And he gave Blossom personal access to any of the books since she was one of the few who could read and bothered to do so as well.

She skimmed the shelf, her fingers tracing over the many velvet blinds. So many stories to be read. She grabbed three different ones before slipping them into her satchel. She blew out the candles and pushed in the chairs before leaving the grand room.

The king had offered her a key to her own private quarters but she would rather stay with her father and sisters than let Princess yell at her at any hour she decided. Yes, much rather.

-- Princess could hardly contain herself as she stood next to her father in the courtyard. Before them,a dozen or so carriages were pulling up, each one containing a handsome suitor. Some are princes, others are men from rich families. Either way, they were all lining up to see the Princess and hopefully marry her.

“I don't know why we are here.” Boomer complained.

“Why the fuck do you care?” Butch asked. “You’re the youngest, you are off the hook.” He laughed.

Boomer laughed. The carriage stopped as it was in line to enter the gate. Boomer grabbed the handle and opened it up, ignoring the protests from his brothers. “Sorry boys but I’m going to ditch the collar and go see the local girls.” He winked and strolled off.

Butch propped his feet up on the empty space. “So big bro.” he slapped the back of his brother. “You think you’re gonna be the hot piece of ass to win the princesses heart?” He laughed. Brick rolled his eyes as the carriage rolled forward.

“She is rich.” he mumbled. “I mean I'm probably the best candidate.” Arrogant.

The carriage stopped once more and Brick looked to his brother who was impatiently tapping his leg. “You can go too. It's probably best that you don’t embarrass us and the entire kingdom.”

“Thanks bro.” Butch wiped a fake tear from his eyes. “My lady said she was docking at these ports so im gonna go try and get some by sundown-”

“Goodbye Butch.” And he was shoved out of the carriage.

Brick could finally take in the piece and quiet. They had only been traveling for three days and it was a miracle he hadn’t killed his brothers yet. Sometimes he hated this lifestyle. He was no prince but he and his brothers were adopted by an extremely rich guy who wanted to make a name for himself and create three prodigies. In the end he created a walking disaster who breaks everything and wolf whistles at anything with long legs and the other one is like a puppy constantly running around and yapping constantly. For Brick he is just an arrogant asshole who actually does what she's told, if there's something in it for him.

Which is why he was on his way to try and get married. He didn’t want to be because frankly, no woman ever met his standards. They could be beautiful and nice and chatty but there was something missing a certain depth. But with a princess at stake, he was hoping for a lady who was well off and smart.

--- He was wrong. She was nothing like he thought. Sure she was pretty but she was mean to her staff, which he understood cause he could be a pain in the ass. But her voice, that high pitched squeaking, he was sick of her already. The moment he stepped out of the claustrophobic nightmare of a ride, she was in his face already fanning over him.

Those bright yellow dresses clashed with her hair and the light beaming off of her crown almost took out his eyes. She had said about forty different things to him but he was done. He wanted to grab his brothers, turn around and escape this hell hole.

After a short conversation and her rushing to the next dopey guy, he was shown to his quarters, of course Princess, who names their child Princess? Was their tour guide.

“And this is the library. It's plain and boring but if you ever need a quiet space or to watch me brush up on my French, you are more than welcome to go there.” Her arm was looped between two men and Brick was happy he was at the back of the pack, what was there, twelve, ten boys? He was really doubting his chances but at this point, he didn’t care.

They began to pass those doors and as the last one there, they opened. The group ahead had turned the corner but he was taken down by that massive door. He fell with a thud and was about to scold the living daylights out of whoever dared to do that.

“What the hell is your-” he looked up. Pink. Vibrant pink like the sunsets and soft like a rose. He gulped as he lost his voice completely.

“Oh I am so sorry!” the woman said as she helped him up. “Usually no one was in these halls but perhaps I should be more careful.” She began to ramble.

All that hostile rage had dissipated as he watched her lips move. She was much different from Princess. Her hair was ginger like hers but it was softer and had more copper tones. She was taller than her too and matched his height better. Her voice, it was like butter and she spoke in such a way that he couldn't describe.

He looked down to see books laying there and picked them up, handing them to her. Why would she have books? Especially these titles, even from the looks of them they were difficult to read, even for him.

“Do you read?’ he asked. Of course she didn’t.

“Oh yes. I am actually Princess’s teacher.” She said but didn’t seem thrilled.

He was in awe. She was already something more than that damn spoiled brat. She didn’t wear anything special like the maids did. In fact they were more like commoner's clothes than anything.

“You don’t look like you belong here.” He blurted out and she scoffed.

“I beg your pardon.” She crossed her arms. She was used to Princess insulting her any chance she got but it would be a cold day in hell before she would allow someone else to do so. “Do you not think I could possibly be the royal teacher?” He felt her words like a threat.

“No it’s just, this is a high piece of literature.”

“It’s a simple book really.”

Oh. So she could read. Read well.

“Well yes but-”

“But nothing.” her words were like ice as she grabbed the books from his hands. Blossom looked at his badge. “I am so sorry I didn’t realize that you were a man of importance.” She sounded bitter. “I shouldn’t keep you. I wouldn't want the princess knowing that a peasant interrupted time with her boy toy.”

She turned and stomped off. Even as the pout sprouted onto her face she looked, dare he say stunning? The sophistication and elegance rivaled that of Princess and even though she had just destroyed his ego for a good few moments, he never felt more alive and thrilled. A woman standing up to his level when everyone was beneath him? Never heard of before but this new piece that has entered his game, he was loving every second of it.

He turned on his heel and found his way back to the group. He wasn’t here for the crown anymore.

-- Sometimes she wondered what would happen if she just left. Run away from this village and go see the world. Of course that's what her sister did. Kinda. She was a captain of one of the kingdom's ships, basically her job was to travel and trade with other places, she liked to call herself a pirate. Blossom gave up trying to change her mind.

She could join her sister but she hated ships anyways. Plus Buttercup had gotten hitched last year to some random guy she met at a port stop, Blossom had met him once before and thought she was crazy for marrying someone. But after a delightful five minute conversation, she decided that he was best for her. If anyone could handle her rebellious lifestyle and the seven seas, then he must be good.

She was thankful that today would be her last day with Princess, well until the next week, but she could catch up on reading and maybe take her students to the docks or the forest for a lesson. Her mind was wandering to far off places and before she knew it, she was entering the library.

She furrowed her brow as she noticed the chairs arranged facing her table. She dismissed whatever thought that was and began to set up Princess’s test as promised. She had pictures, drawn by Bubbles of course, and she placed them on the table.

“This should be easy.” And soon the doors opened. Blossoms eyes widened as the Princess walked in with that snobbish strut as a group of men followed behind. “Oh no.” Blossom whispered to herself. She agreed to test Princess, not the entire population of suitors.

“And this woman right here is my teacher. She's a poor peasant girl so ignore her scrap of clothing.” The room erupted in laughter as Princess’s annoying voice trailed through her ears. Princess was already testing her patience, who makes fun of someone with less money? An awful person that's who.

Blossom bit her tongue as Princess took her seat. The rows of men were now staring at them, whispering. She let her eyes rake over the small crowd when her eyes landed on a familiar pair. The man she hit with the door. She completely forgot that he was here for marriage purposes. Blossom shook her head and slammed a book shut, capturing everyone's attention.

If Princess wanted to be a bigger brat than usual, fine, she could play that game.

“Alright your majesty, are you ready for your test.” Blossom turned towards the group of men. “You see I believe it is important that a leader understands even the simplest things about other countries, especially the ones that could be potential partners. So this fine lad is incredibly bright so her test is simple. I laid our pictures of fabrics from many different places, some even from your own kingdoms. I have no doubt that she can match all twenty five.” She turned on her heel towards the princess who looked angry, good.

“You said five!” Her tone laced with fire.

Blossom was one good actress. She paused and took a step back, masking her voice. “Yes five for a warm up but you my soon queen, you must be able to name all of them right? I did teach you them after all.” She smirked. “But if you can't, that's okay, why don’t we do your five and the rest of these fine gentlemen can finish, after all, a leader should know these things.” If they wanted to be rude, then a challenge they must complete.

“Princess go ahead and match five and then will have the rest join.” She looked at the men. Scared looks were on their faces except for one, door man. He seemed relaxed and had a poker face on.

Princess huffed and walked up to the table. She recognized a few of the easy ones and placed them. Blossom watched as her hands shook and she looked up at her as she placed one down. Blossom saw she was moving to the wrong one and decided to play nice.

“Emerald kingdom is the same as the jewel.” She whispered and the princess moved the name towards the green one. She took a step back and smiled proudly.

“See easy peasy.” And she returned to her seat.

Blossom clasped her hands together. “Alright then, if any of you would like to try go for it, but if not, then you may be excused.”

None of the men stood and Blossom's polite smile fell. “Very well-” She watched as the door man, she should learn his name, stood and walked over.

“Quite a shame you could only name five your highness.” He said towards the princess who was now staring at him with a gaping mouth. Blossom raised her brows as she could not believe he would disrespect her like that. He quickly took the names and placed them in record time before their matching pictures.

He turned to see Blossom watching him. Her eyes held this twinkled that he couldn’t quite place and he made sure to switch two of the names last minute.

“Care to check my work Miss…”

“Blossom.” She finished and walked over to him. She stood next to him and looked over the table. She could feel his stare but unlike the others, she didn’t feel small or meak. She smiled softly as she picked up two of them.

“Very impressive but Camilla has velvet and Widows Valley has ivory silk.” Her eyes met his. She almost let out a gasp as she stared at a breathtaking deep red. She had never seen such enchanting eyes before.

“Silk like a spider. Forgive me for my mistake.” He took her hand and placed a delicate kiss to the top of her hand. She felt the flames rush to her cheeks and heard a gasp come from Princes mouth.

Her eyes shot open and she took her hand away fast and returned to her teacherly poise. “Yes well that is alright but very good. Princess you should learn something and apply yourself more, I'm not going to tell you again but a promise is a promise so i will be seeing you next week for your next lesson.” She quickly walked to the other table and grabbed her bag and shoved everything in it.

She knew the princess was going to throw a fit. How could he treat her like that? In front of Princess nonetheless. She was thankful to hear the sound of feet exiting. Someone had come up behind her and whispered in her ear.

“You’ll be lucky if you make next week you meddling whore.” Princess sneered and Blossom turned around to yell at her but the group of men were waiting by the door just watching to see the peasant girl slip up.

“I have no interest in your games Princess, maybe if you tried harder, you wouldn’t have to rely on your crown or body.” She could play dirty and the princess turned with a scoff.

“No man would ever love a woman like you, even if you can read, you are no prize.” She stomped off and let Blossom with a clenched jaw and matching fists.

The door slammed shut and now she was alone. “Stupid bitch.” She sneered. She rarely used foul language but in times like theses, she allowed it.

“She sure is.” Blossom dropped her book and her head snapped left.

Brick was still standing here as if he never moved but she swore she saw him leave. “I-I would never-” He held his hand up.

“I see the way she treats you Miss Blossom, it's okay to curse out the villain. And my apologies for causing such a scene.” He said bluntly.

“Somehow I don’t believe you.” She narrowed her eyes. “You seem like you know what you’re doing, no matter the consequences.”

He bit back a laugh and moved closer to her. “Oh I am. I have no interest with that spoiled girl. Not one maiden has ever impressed me enough to care.”

“How insightful.”

“That is until you.” he smirked and she felt her cheeks flush for the hundred times. He was showing his arrogant side. The one many girls fawned over because they mistook it for a form of lust but it rubbed Blossom the wrong way.

“Me correcting your simple mistake is not very impressive.”

“Who said I made the mistake? I know very well that Widows Peak is silk, that is my home base after all.” he stepped closer until he leaned on the desk with his arm. He peered down at her, almost like a challenge but she stood strong.

“Well unfortunately, I’ve never met a man who could qualify my own standards.”

“Never?” he leaned closer but she refused to give up. Their noses would touch if he came closer.

“Never.” She stated and they were now in a showdown. Red to pink. Pink to red. Never had the other met a more worthy opponent.

“Well Miss Blossom, I think that I should prove you wrong with a date.”

“No thank you.” He blinked. Wait what?

“Excuse me? Do you know-”

“No I don’t and I simply do not care.” She snapped.

Blossom went back to her bag. “Like I told Princess, I have no interest in any of these men. Especially not ones who would stand by and let another belittle another. No thank you, i am quite happy on my own but there are a bunch of other fine maidens who would probably love your company.” She passed him and he grabbed her arm and spun her around, dipping her. The bright red ribbon holding her hair into a fine bun had unraveled and now fell to a long ponytail.

A small scream let her lips as she was now being held by her waist over the ground. “What are you.” Her eyes darkened.

“Brick. Call me Brick, none of that sir or lord crap either.” He brought her closer smoothly. His smile was large and his eyes narrowed as her cheeks puffed out and she looked a little angry. “You did hit me with a door and I don’t think the royal pain in the ass would appreciate it if she knew. So Miss Blossom, would you accompany me to the ball on Friday?”

No. no. no. no. Princess would kill her. Absolutely murder her with a strand of pearls. She could lose her job, her livelihood. The rumors she could spread. She would destroy her reputation for sure. Her mind was screaming telling her to push him away and tell him to go bother another lady.

“Fine but I demand to be wooed.” she spat and he smiled and returned her to the upright position. She felt flustered and in shock but also introduced. No one had ever dipped her or held her so gently.

“Oh you shall be wooed M’lady.” He winked and turned away to walk out the door.

She let out the breath she was holding when he was finally gone and pulled out her fan. “He is the...worst.” But she didn’t fully believe it. ---- Wednesday found herself in the school yard with her students. She was ecstatic to now have a bunch of little girls added to this year's class. After convincing many mothers that their daughters' futures could be brighter with some knowledge, they happily agreed. She was thankful that her own father taught her the basics and she tried to teach Bubbles and Buttercup how to read and write but you could only keep them interested before a pretty dress or a sailboat distracted them.

“Bye bye Miss Blossom!” Her students waved as they left the yard to return home. She loved and adored her students. Their bright minds and curious thoughts, she could never get sick of them and they were much better students than Princess ever was.

“Miss Blossom there is a fancy man in the classroom.” Robin's small hand clung to her dress.

“Fancy man?” She whispered to herself before sending Robin off towards her mother. She entered the room to find Brick leaning against her desk.

“May i help you?” She asked with her arms crossed. “I do believe Friday is the meeting time.”

He shrugged and handed her an arrangement of flowers. Her mouth fell open as she gazed at them. They were wrapped with a ribbon of fine quality, and was probably worth more than her own outfit.

“I am well aware of that but I never said i wouldn’t see you before.” he glanced at the flowers then back at her. “Have you never received flowers before.” he asked like it was a dumb question.

“Oh no.” She took them carefully and placed them in the vase that held a few flowers her students had picked, and they were dying.

“I'm genuinely surprised that men aren’t knocking on the door for your hand.”

He saw her eyes dull. “Not too many men are keen on a lady being smarter and taller than them.” She shrugged and for some reason that made him mad. She was a beautiful woman no doubt, her beauty could be that of a princess but she didn’t have that royal aura about her. No she was better but didn’t know it.

“A man threatened by a lady is no man at all. If he can not see that then he deserves nothing.”

She took in his words. Maybe this was his way of apologizing without out damaging his pride, she would probably do the same thing but she wouldn’t let him off so easily.

She hummed. “So Brick just the flowers or are you going to actually impress me?” She matched his cocky attitude and it has been a long time, or the first since he had ever felt frazzled by a woman. He was used to catching him off guard but even by her everything nice charm and sophisticated posture, he was certain that she would be the death of him.

Even though he had just met her, he was certain they were made for each other. Butch would kill him if he every said that out loud though. He smiled before taking her hand. “Then prepared to be impressed.”

I hope you enjoy and part 2 shall be up tomorrow

#ppg x rrb #reds fanfic #reds #blossom x brick #blossom ppg #ppg fanfic #thewritingstar #thepowerpuffgirls #therowdyruff boys #royal au #enemies to lovers

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hederabutch · 5 years ago

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Butch/nb/transmasc clothing guide!!

As a butch, I like presenting myself a certain way, but my body gets in the way sometimes. I have a "curvy" figure (I hate that word on me but it's the best way to describe it) and it's hard to find clothes I feel comfortable in without spending too much money. If you're a butch/nb/masculine/trans person with wide hips/a small waist here's my survival guide to pants and shirts :)

Shirts:

Undershirts: I feel most comfortable with a sports bra on under a men's cotton undershirt (think Hanes, Fruit of the loom, something yr Grandpa would wear) in a size that's fitted, but not too tight. Bonus: you can tie dye them if you get the right material!

T shirts: If I'm wearing a simple t, I don't wear an undershirt. I usually get baggier t shirts because I don't like materials that cling to my skin. My favorite material for t shirts is cotton because it's breathable and soft. Breathability is esp important for folks who wear a binder.

If you want to add gay rights flair to your outfit and make your look more elevated, tuck in your shirt and cuff your sleeves.

Short sleeve button ups: I wear my button ups tucked and untucked, so if you're getting some, make sure they fit over your hips. A slightly stretchy fabric is good for this. Poly blend material in the right size should go over your hips and give you room to stretch if you need to.

A good rule of thumb for "should I tuck this?" is if the shirt goes past the middle of your pants zipper, it would look better tucked. But you can play with the rules to to get the look you want!

Long sleeve button ups: I almost always tuck these bad boys in and cuff the sleeves. I do that by folding the sleeves over the first seam until it rests above my elbow when my arm is fully extended. If you like the more bunched-up look, do it just one fold below that and shift the sleeve up past your elbow.

If my collar is big enough for a tie (most mens and some women's style shirt collars are) I'll put a tie on. If youre mixing patterns, the number one rule is for them to be different sizes. Then, if your shirt is geometric, do a more organic print and give versa. Have fun with it :)

How to tie a tie:

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Pants:

Jeans: I have a smaller waist compared to my hips and I like my jeans to be fairly high waisted, so I like to buy vintage jeans. Buying mens jeans works too. Make sure they fit your hips/thighs and are high rise enough and take them in at the waist. Taking them to a seamstress is your best bet.

If youre buying men's jeans, they're probably also going to be a little long. You can ask the seamstress to hem the pants or you can of course cuff/peg them. Pegging/pinrolling your jeans is a good alternative to cuffing them because cuffing your jeans especially on wider leg cuts like bootcut/flare jeans can accentuate your hips

Pants should work the same as jeans. If you get your pants/slacks altered it will be much easier than getting the jeans altered. The denim fabric is much thicker than other fabrics so it's harder to work with than khakis for example.

Belts: Belts are the best accessory imo. If you can't get your pants altered, these bad boys will keep your pants up. Make sure to get the right size! You can always poke an extra hole in but you can never lengthen a belt. You can dress up/down with different buckles, finishes, and colors. Brown is a good starter for every day and black is better for more formal occasions. Usually you match your belt to your shoes.

**Protip: Don't wear white socks and black shoes

Note: all these are just guidelines I use to feel most comfortable and I hope by sharing this I can help other people be more comfortable too. If you want to get a certain look, there are ways to accomplish that goal, but ultimately there are no rules and fashion. Being confident and creative in your expression and personal truth is always in season <3

#fashion #fashion tips #menswear #butch fashion #butch style #nb fashion #transmasc #transmasc style #nb style #nb tips #transmasc tips #nb fashion tips #butch fashion tips #ofos #butch4femme #femme4butch #ftm fashion

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mezimraky · 5 years ago

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do u have any ideas on how to experiment/explore gender/presentation... i already present very gnc/butch (i never liked being feminine. but i know that im not a trans guy) but lately ive been feeling like i could experiment more, i just dont know how. thank u!

truth is, i wrote out a long text regarding how i personally like to dress but i’d like to put that under the cut and put the most important message right in the front– do not be afraid to experiment. find what makes you happy. find the colors you feel best in, find the materials, the individual pieces of clothing– and secondhands are a real great way to explore this, if you’ve got an affordable one near you. they sometimes have unique pieces from all over the place !!

do not be afraid to leave your comfort zone but also do not push yourself out there only because you feel like it is expected of you, or you have to, because you don’t. it’s okay to have boundaries. there’s no expectations for you to fulfill. a beautiful part of a gender identity that’s not cis is that you get to explore and define it for yourself, freely. have fun, dear !!

(and yeah if you want to know just whom you are asking for advice, i’m leaving the part where i talk about what i like to wear under the cut… :’) )

the thing is i am hardly the person to talk to regarding style, since a part of being me is just abandoning all the differentiation between masculine and feminine altogether. i wear what i feel comfortable in, i try new things and if i feel well i typically can wear them for a week straight just because i’m worried i will never find anything as comfortable (which i do, always, but that’s hard to explain to little old me.)

i like experimenting with haircuts, it first began as me wanting to look like a british soldier at dunkirk, then went through the very harsh undercut phase, now i’m trying out what they call a manbun, because i couldn’t do with braids or stuff like that, but a high-positioned bun with a combination with an undercut, that’s doable to me. that’s fun !

lately i’ve been partial also to braces– and a quality leather belt, might also be because i get all my pants in secondhands and at times they are slightly too big (but better too big than too small, or too tight– when i wear tight pants it’s usually with something very long and very baggy to make up for it). i like experimenting with materials– jeans, manchester pants, fabric (have been very partial to manchester these past few weeks, to the dismay of my mum… but they are very comfortable !! and i have ones that are green and ones that are red and i couldn’t be happier with them)

i’m not afraid of wearing dresses, in summer i sometimes do (though always with shorts underneath because sometimes there is a nice tree that you want to climb and no dress will stop you really). in general, i prefer loose ambiguous tops, or sometimes a black not-so-loose tshirt but always with something long over it (like my dad’s flannel, or a grandpa-like cardigan.. – it’s fun that if you get a turtleneck shirt and that, it becomes elegant straightaway!!)

one last bit, i’m known as the person that wears dress shoes for ten months a year. i have like three pairs of them (red, brown, black) so that i can alter between them while not losing my Style. which. sometimes goes overboard as too formal, sometimes i look like i’d been out of civilisation for weeks. with dress shoes on. but it makes me happy…

basically –

i hope you find someone that could inspire your looks in cinema, too.. it does feel nice to have a visual of this !! (haha bless you if you’d read all the way here but also i don’t blame you if you didn’t !!)

#anonymous #answered #i hope this suffices somewhat ahhh i hope you find what you are looking for <3 #nb things

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lavenderhyrdrangea · 6 years ago

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A Much Needed Consultation

Viola’s hair came out in clumps when Butch ran a wide-tooth comb through it. Her jaw dropped at the sight of each ratty strand tangled around the teeth.

“What are we going to do?” She sputtered.

“We?” He used the pointed end of a rat tail comb to clean the hair, yanking away at the more stubborn pieces with his thumb and index finger. “This is between you and your hotshot robot here.”

Wadsworth quit his flitting about. “Excuse me? I was instructed to keep the treatment in her hair longer because her roots were strong, ‘like something grown out of a mutant’s scalp.’ Which is beyond me since I’ve never seen a mutant with hair.”

Still at work on the comb, Butch nudged his chin in Dogmeat’s direction.” You might as well go on and say something, mutt. That way you’ll be in on the fun”

There was a large chance that Dogmeat had absolutely no idea what he was talking about but he barked anyway—More likely at the attention than anything else.

“My hair emergency does not need your sarcasm right now.” She pulled at a loose hanging strand above her ear. It slid out with ease and she flailed it in front of her. “See?”

“Well quit pulling on it, Nosebleed.”

“It was going to fall out anyway.” She shot back.

“Let it then.”

"I don’t think you understand. Baldness and shedding hair is not the type of look the Lone Wanderer should be having.”

Butch snorted. “And they call me vain.”

“Butch. You spend thirty minutes every morning in front of the bathroom mirror, making sure that thing on your head is slick with pomade and gelled to a certain angle.”

“It’s called the Tunnel Snake.”

“Whatever. Do you have a diagnosis for me or not?”

He stepped back from the living room couch she sat on. There was a narrowing of his eyes and a rubbing of his chin. Where did this serious Butch come from and how long had he existed? As far she knew this was that same moron that replaced her hand lotion with mayonnaise back when they were kids.

Butch’s hand dropped from where it was and he ended up shoving it in his Tunnel snakes jacket pocket as his shoulders squared. Maybe in spite of herself her thoughts had written themselves all over her face and he read them straight.

“Looks bad.” He said. After taking his place behind the couch again, he took the comb and parted her damaged hair to expose more of her scalp. He pressed gently. “No chemical burns though. The damage shouldn’t be permanent.”

“Aha! Good one Master.” Wadsworth said at the horrible pun that would’ve slipped by had he not said anything.

She rubbed her temples. “I’m pretty sure there’s still a mess in the kitchen. Go clean it.”

Wadsworth left but not, of course, without muttering something about the perils of working under her and how little he is repaid for his service.

“How long did you leave that stuff in for? An hour?” Butch asked.

Viola grew quiet.

“An hour? Are you kidding me?”

“I know as a stylist--”

“Barber.”

He always corrected her but this time he sounded like he was seconds close to seriously taking a pair of clippers to the rest of the hair on her head.

Viola softened her tone. “Right, Barber. I know you probably salivate at a the challenge of a ‘thicker’ hair type but you haven’t had to comb it. “Ugh.” She shuddered “That comb.”

“Thick hair or not. Leaving the perm in for as long as you did was dumb. A professional could’ve told you that.”

“We’re broker than broke, so it’s not like I could’ve gone to Snowflake.”

“You do know we live together right?” He asked.

“I didn’t really have you on the top my list when I was looking at all my options. Maybe next time, Deloria.”

“Sure. Next time.”

His smile stiff, Butch rearranged the combs in his hair tool belt on the wobbly table across from the couch. Dogmeat swiveled his ears forward. Inching closer, he watched Butch’s hands and then eventually fell into sniffing them. He nuzzled them. Butch dropped a comb. “Tell the pooch to get away from my tools.” Dogmeat just looked at him with those warm, round eyes. He eased his hands back to where they were and gave him a soft pat on the head. “For now.”

She should have him told dogs appreciated scratches behind the ears not pats like the pre-war cartoons back in the vault made them think. But with things as they were that mode conversation would’ve veered off somewhere weird too.

“Dogmeat, want to listen to a song boy?” She turned the knob on her Pip-boy. Dogmeat’s ears perked up at the static of the changing radio stations. “Let’s see if we can find something good, huh boy?” She ended up on the Galaxy News Radio where Three Dog played Maybe by the Inkspots. It wasn’t Dogmeat’s favorite but it still got him on his hind legs, pressing his front paws and his weight onto her. She grabbed both paws and whirled him around as if they were slow dancing. She sung and he howled along to the line, “Maybe you’ll think of me when you are all alone.”

Playtime was short lived. With a yawn, Dogmeat took his paws from her and leaped onto to his favorite pre-war style chair with the thread and stuffing ripped out.

The dance ended with her back turned to Butch. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t get you to do my hair. That one there would have been under your feet the whole time.”

She felt him stare. “Yeah, I guess so.” He said. Though finished the sentence seemed empty.

Heat crept up her neck. Viola went for the front door. “Stuffy in here.” She murmured. A breeze seeped in through the small crack she made by placing a worn wood plank between the door and it’s frame. The slight chill tickled parts of her scalp. “I’m going to have to get use to that. I’ll need to wear a hat out later.”

Butch asked, “What do you plan on doing when you head out?”

She leaned against the wall near the door and folded her arms. "Same old wasteland stuff that I’m always up to. Poking my nose in random people’s business. Sniffing out extra caps.”

She paused and moved her arms so she was hugging herself.

“Maybe looking into some new info on Project Purity.” She finally offered. Butch usually gave her space to do whatever but she had to feed him the vaguest of information because anything a tier above a bar fight was action he wanted in on.

With his eyes low, he grumbled about going upstairs quickly. When he came back down he had something that made clinking sounds in his hand. “Take this with you. You can stop by Snowflake’s this time.”

Her eyes widened. She shook her hand a little to hear the clinking again. “You had caps like this this whole time?”

“Sure did.”

“You never mentioned them.”

“What? You think I can’t make my own dough out here? I’m a barber. Not to mention a wanderer like you.” He snapped.

There it was.

“I didn’t say that.”

He hesitated before he gave in, “You didn’t.”

All of a sudden it appeared that he found the small hall to the mini kitchen a lot more interesting than their mess of conversation. That area was the usual safe haven for his booze and no doubt he had a taste for some at the moment.

“You...you,” Frustrated, he plopped onto the couch, slumped down into cushions and drummed his fingers on an arm rest. “You usually disappear without telling me much so I get up to some things while your gone. Because the Butch-man ain’t about waiting around for nobody, you know? Most of them are errands. Running back and forth from Megaton to Rivet City. A lot of my top paying clients from my first gig are actually from Rivet city anyway, so it made a load of sense to just factor the errands in.”

“You do all that on your own?”

Butch stopped his drumming to glower.

“Yeah, and I know how to use the big boy potty too,” He shook his head “From how you were talking two months ago I thought you would be more goody-goody about these types of things”

That day when Butch sprained his ankle and they talked about everything they ever wanted came rushing back.

“I meant everything I said then.”

“Considering that I’m some kind of glorified house sitter in that mind of yours, I’d say you got an odd way of showing it. Is this some nerd thing I’m not getting?”

“I need to give my actions time to catch up with my words a little. "She admitted

“You sure are taking it awful slow.”

He had a point. She couldn’t go on telling him one thing and then doing another, all while taking forever.

She sat on the other side of the couch. “Before you. Before even Dogmeat. I was out here on my own. Nothing can really prepare you for the Wasteland. I thought I would never adjust but I did what I had to. I got use to long walks on my own, the constant looking over my shoulder and not having much of anyone to really talk to but Moira. After a while, that panicky feeling I had the first time I opened the vault door pushed itself into the back of my mind. I had survived on my own well enough. Then everything came back.”

She spoke under her breath, “Oh boy did everything come back.”

“When I found my dad I felt like I was back at home. The dull colors, the beeping machinery, the antiseptic smells, the soft medical cots—I remembered all of it. I even remembered him telling me to pinch my nose and tilt my head back to stop a nose bleed you and your buddies caused. Then he was gone. Then Amata sent her distress signal. Then I was literally back at home and you know what happened with that—that was gone too. And now here you are, a fresh vault dweller, doing your best impression of Humpty Dumpty every chance you get.“

A meek, “Oh”, was all he managed.

She hoped she didn’t sound as bitter as she felt.

“I’m sorry. I know you didn’t leave the vault just to hop into another one. “

“You’re right. I left that place behind for a reason. Besides, I can’t run a gang from inside this dump.” He said.

The beginnings of another argument was on the tip of her tongue but she did her best to bite it back.

“You also can’t run a gang if you’re laying out in a ditch somewhere with rad poisoning.”

“Can’t run a gang without any members either.” He retorted, meeting her muted annoyance.

In normal instances she would’ve treated the threat of being kicked out of the oh so tough Tunnel Snake Gang like a Radroach charging at her: a non-problem easily taken care of. It never bothered her before. Why did it now?

“But,” He slapped a hand on her shoulder “Lucky for me, one of my best recruits is a dynamo.”

His typical moronic naivete made her break into wan grin.

She rubbed her fingers up and down her neck. He hair catastrophe hadn’t been dealt with yet. “And what if your dynamo recruit decided to become another one of your customers? How would you fix this?”

Butch pulled back and took a good look at her mess. “For starters no more perms until we take care of that damage. We’ve got to cut the hair that can’t be saved and figure out what to do with the rest of it. I see a taper cut working for you. All your hair piled on the top. Shaved at the back...”

#Butch Deloria #Lone Wanderer.#Fallout 3.#Viola.#Must improve.#Punctuation outside of a period is somewhat confusing #My writing

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rahirah · 6 years ago

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via Barb's Place (again stolen from shadowkat) 1. How would you describe your current fashion style? Uh... no clue. I decided some time back that I had two clothing objectives: I wanted to feel comfortable, and I wanted to look decent. There are a lot of looks I like that just don't work on me. Instead of focusing on what I couldn't wear, I decided to concentrate on finding things I liked that I DID look good in, and building a style around that. So I went through my closet and got rid of a bunch of things that I'd bought because they looked good on the rack, and started replacing them with things that looked good on me. I take some inspiration from soft butch/tomboy-ish styles, but with a lot of modifications. What it boils down to is, in summer I wear jeans and assorted short-sleeved shirts or tank tops, and in the winter I wear jeans and long-sleeved shirts with a sweater or a jacket or sometimes a vest if I want to be fancy. Boots/sneakers/sandals as weather dictates, no high heels except for costuming. 2. What’s your favorite decade for fashion? 90s-present, if I bother to think about it? The 80s were fun in some respects, but I couldn't pull those looks off then, and they're vaguely appalling now. The 70s are right out. 3. Formal or casual? Casual. 4. Thrift store, boutique, or online? Thrift store, occasional online. 5. Do you like to accessorize? Earrings always, wedding ring and another similar ring inherited from my father's family always, occasionally a necklace or bracelet if I'm dressing up. I use a belt with pants that will slide off my hips if I don't wear one, and that's about it. 6. What piece of clothing do you spend your money on the most? What piece do I spend money on the most, or what piece do I spend the most money on? It's two different things. I buy pants and shirts most often, but the individual pieces I've spent the most on have probably been either shoes, or my Elaborate Handmade Steampunk Hat. 7. Do you wear hats? I should, because AZ is Skin Cancer Central, but I have a small head, and so I have a hard time finding cheap ones that fit, and if I wear one too long, I tend to get a headache. I have some knit caps that I wear in the winter to keep my head warm, one good leather cowboy hat (they kick you out of Arizona if you don't own at least one cowboy hat) and a sort of safari-dude-looking sun hat. And two incredibly awesome steampunk hats for costuming. 8. What is your opinion on wearing socks and sandals together? If it's cold enough to wear socks, I won't be wearing sandals. If you like 'em, though, go for it. 9. What colors do you like to wear? Blues, greys, reds/pinks/burgundies, red-toned browns, black, white, ivory as long as it's not too yellowy. Purples are meh. Avoid orange/yellow/green like the plague. 10. What fashions do you hate? I don't really have a fashion that I hate. That's expending entirely too much energy on fashion. If I don't like it, I just don't wear it. 11. What do you think of body piercing? Neutral. I don't like pain, and I doubt I'd ever have anything but my ears pierced. Besides, I have vague allergy/sinus issues a lot of the time, and having a nose piercing of any kind when you have to blow your nose a lot seems ill-advised. And anything else tenderer, imagining the pain makes my tits want to retract inside my body. (That said, I do want to get a cartilage piercing in one or both ears eventually.) 12. Do you like dyed hair? I don't like dying my hair to hide grey, and I refuse to do that. I don't mind dying it now and then for fun effects. 13. Can you wear heels? What is the highest heel you can wear? I can wear 1-2 inch boot heels with no problem. I don't like wearing anything much higher than that. I have a few 3-4 inch chunky heeled shoes, but I wear them very rarely, usually only for costuming purposes. Stillettoes, no way. 14.Do you have any experience with makeup? Tried messing with it a couple of times in my late teens/20s, decided it was pain in the ass, chucked it and never looked back. 15. Have you ever worn a uniform or traditional clothes? Choir robes. A Girl Scout uniform. That's about it. 16. What’s your favorite piece of clothing? The leather jackets I've got that it's too hot here to wear. :cries: 17. Have you ever had to wear something you didn’t like? Who hasn't? I think the thing that's stuck in my head most over the years was a pair of second-hand Oxfords that one of my aunts sent Mom in the yearly Big Box Of Hand-Me-Downs that we got from our older cousins. They were too big for me, nothing like anyone else at school wore, and heavy and clunky and uncomfortable. I hated them. Mom loooooved them, and couldn't understand why I didn't want to wear them. 18. How do you feel about wearing fur? I can't afford fur, but honestly, I love the look and feel of it. I'd never buy anything endangered, but I'd be fine with stuff like hair-on hides where the animal's being killed for food anyway. 19. Do you prefer simple or detailed outfits? Simple for everyday, but I don't mind detailed for special occasions. 20. How often do you wear jewelry? Earrings and two rings, almost always, anything else, rarely. 21. Do you have any souvenir clothing from trips or concerts? A couple of t-shirts. 22. Do you paint your nails? Very rarely. I'm not very good at it. That would improve with practice, but I don't like the feel of polish on my nails. It makes my fingers feel heavy. 23. What are your favorite pair of shoes (add a photo if possible)? A pair of vintage Doc Martens. 24. Do you carry a bag, backpack, purse, or something else? I have a leather messenger bag type thing, a backpack, and some smaller purses. Depends on how much I'll be carrying and how fancy the occasion is. 25. What does your hair look like right now? Very short, bleached on top. In fact, if I had to pick THE most important fashion thingy not to cut corners on, it would be get a good haircut. It is SO worth spending a little extra to go to someone who really knows what they're doing. And don't be afraid to lay down the law about what you want, either. 26. Have you worn something you or someone you know has made? Yes. My mother and grandmother made a lot of our play clothes when we were small. And I've made a lot of costumes over the years, and a few regular pieces of clothing. 27. Have you made any clothes/ jewelry? Yes. I was into beading for awhile and made a lot of necklaces and earrings. I still have a few of the necklaces. I've also made lots of costumes over the years, and a few regular pieces of clothing. 28. What are your thoughts on perfume/cologne? Neutral. I don't wear it myself, and I have a very poor sense of smell, so when people describe a wild profusion of scent notes they get from a perfume, all I can do is say, "Uh... sweet, I guess?" 29. What do you wear to go swimming? A swimsuit. 30. What would be your ideal outfit? Jeans, Doc Martens, long sleeved shirt with a vest, leather jacket, maybe a belt, earrings. I can only wear this for like three weeks in the middle of winter. :P comments

#IFTTT #Barb's Place

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l-l-kristofferson · 7 years ago

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My History With Self Harm

***TRIGGER WARNING! IF YOU SELF HARM, HAVE A HISTORY OF SELF HARM, OR ARE EASILY TRIGGERED, DO NOT READ THIS POST! LEAVE NOW FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY. OTHERWISE, ENJOY!***

There are people that know I have self harmed. Others still don't know and we've been friends for years. It's something I don't always bring up. It reminds me of not only a dark time in my life but the episodes I've had over the years. My anxiety can trigger my urge to self harm. I am currently about seven months clean from self harm. Before that, I was three months. Before that, it had been four years. In all honesty, self harm is an ongoing thing. There is no cure for it exactly. It takes a lot of strength, patience, and distraction in order to keep away from it.

My first experience with self harm was in sixth or seventh grade. I would constantly throw myself into things. Any hard surface such as a wall, a door, even other people. At the time, I had a lot of conflicting feelings inside. This is around the time Jane passed away and I was struggling with my sexuality. I didn't (and still haven't) entirely let myself mourn or grieve her loss. I kept it bottled up inside. As for my sexuality, I was surrounded by religious family members, preaching how homosexuality is wrong and how those who were homosexual are damned to burn in hell. If I wasn't slamming myself against something, I was punching the wall or throwing myself on the floor and trying to make it seem like an accident. At thirteen, I was taken to a therapist named Dr. Gould. This is where I tried explaining my sexuality, uncomfortably so because my parents were both in the room. My father claimed to have already know and my mom hoped that this was a phase I was going through and I could work through it with his help. Less than half a year, I stopped seeing him. I felt that nothing changed. But the slamming decreased. I thought I was over it.

When I got to high school, the need for self harm increased. After three weeks, it was out that I was gay and I was officially the school homo. Things were thrown at me, I was slammed into lockers, I was pushed down stairs, and I was called a fag and a freak. During gym class, the popular girls would hide my shoes or my clothes, causing me to have to either walk around with no shoes (like an idiot) or walk out to tell the teacher my clothes were missing (either shirtless or pantless). It wasn't just the girls who did it. The guys had their share of laughs at me too. They would lift me up and put me in garbage cans, take my food, kick me out of my seat, and would spread rumors that I was whoring myself out to the guys to prove I wasn't a "butch lesbo".

I first started with cutting. I would use razors I found in the basement of my house. They were basically new. I started off light, eventually digging them into my skin. The tightness in my chest would ease away, the physical pain making it disappear. I started on my places I could hide like my ankles, upper arms, thighs, and legs. The ones on my upper arms and legs were usually paper cuts. I couldn't start bleeding through my shirt and get discovered. The ones on my ankles and inner thighs were the ones that were deep. If I was extremely anxious and I had an open wound on my ankle, I would purposely stick my finger in it and breathe a sigh of relief as the pain calmed my anxiety. This was just the beginning.

While still dealing with the bullying, cutting lost its feeling. In an effort to stop scarring myself, I looked for alternatives. This was when I was watching Intervention, a show that focused about intervening in the lives of drug addicts, usually by their friends, family and medical professionals. I happened to be watching it one day and I was exposed to something I hadn't thought of: asphyxiating. For those who don't know what that is, it's basically choking yourself. The way this guy did it was by using a belt or using his hands. I tried it both ways, ultimately going with my hands. I did it this way because it left less of a mark and still did its job. I would usually do it at home with my room door locked. I can still remember the feeling. The skin of my face feeling pulled all the way back, the air leaving me, all the sounds around me distorting and becoming distant. I used to do it so much that I started to get little busted vessels on my face, making it look like I had small chickenpox. I had to ease up after someone made a big deal about it.

With the scare of being found out, I leaned more towards cutting again and only using asphyxiating in extreme cases. This was when I started going outward, more down to my forearms and eventually onto my left wrist. I would wear a lot of wristbands and long sleeves to cover up while all the cuts scabbed over. I would give the excuse of my cat scratching me or brushing up against something sharp by accident. One thing I remember was cutting for someone else. It was a girl I liked and her name was Tessa. She said she might not be able to resist harming herself. So that night, while I was in the shower, I look my file and carved her name into my leg. It is still there to this day.

Eventually, I didn't have the patience to give myself gradual pain. I needed something quicker in order to ease my anxiety. This was when I discovered burning. Simply, it was heating up a lighter and pressing it into your skin. It gave me the quick pain I needed. But due to the pain being short, I had to do it more than once to feel relief. I would have to do it five, six, and even seven times at once to feel my anxiety disperse. I have permanent burn marks on the left side of my ribs, my left forearm, and on my right outer calf. If you look close enough, you can see one on my left palm as well.

For the few who have seen my bare body, you have seen my hidden scars. I'm not proud of them. It shows that I was weak and saw no other option but to deface myself to make myself feel better about things. Although I feel shame about them, I am glad to have survived it. There were times I didn't want to let go of my throat or put down the lighter. Because my anxiety was always there. It didn't seem to go away. But these scars are a testament to life, saying that I have put my mind, my body, and my soul through a personal hell that not all could understand.

My anxiety has its bad days, which cause me to panic and want to make it go away. But this past month, it's been easier to deal with things. I have a lot of support from my mom, my friends, and my followers. I'm also in therapy, which helps a lot. Even though I can talk about a lot of the same things, it helps to have that constant person who listens to you and doesn't judge you. Writing helps me a lot too. If its here or in a book, it gives me something to look forward to. I'm glad to share my experiences that can hopefully help someone. If you want to talk, leave me a message here, DM me on my Instagram lame_dude_20, or my Kik Kingsebastianisdead. I can hopefully give advice to help.

Thanks for listening. Write again soon.

#writer #writing #blog #selfharm #history #survivor #selfharmawareness #itsnotinvisible #itsreal #iwanttohelp #triggerwarning #readwithcaution #spreadtheword #welcometomyworld

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sweetfirebird · 8 years ago

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one more “lost” snippet

from my old tumblr/LJ. Charlie and Will meet at a masquerade ball.

“You seem lost.”

That was an understatement. Charlie had no idea what he was doing in this place. He knew how he’d gotten here, the way he usually ended up in strange and uncomfortable situations—his family. Katia’s current boyfriend had money. Not just money, but Money. Yesterday Charlie wouldn’t have gone so far as to say Old Money, but looking around this house had him changing his mind. Charlie hadn’t met the man yet, but so far he was outside of Katia’s usual type, and she seemed to know it, which was why she’d begged Charlie to attend the party the boyfriend’s family was throwing.

Not a party, a ball. At a house in Seacliff, although calling it a house was a bit of a misnomer as well. Charlie had grown up very comfortable financially, and he had to admit to feeling self-conscious around this much discreet wealth.

It had also been a while since he’d been among this many people, and all of them strangers. Katia had left him in the foyer to find her boyfriend after they’d arrived, and Charlie hadn’t seen her in the time since. She’d probably gotten lost in the house. He couldn’t blame her. He’d tried to disappear to a lounge or even the kitchen, but where there hadn’t been guests, there had been caterers and serving staff, so he’d climbed the stairs and come out here.

As hiding places went, it at least had a beautiful view, and Charlie wasn’t the only one who thought so.

The man leaning against the balcony didn’t look like the type who needed time away from a good party. The point of costumes was to be someone other than yourself and this costume party, this masquerade ball as they insisted on calling it, was no different. Charlie knew that. So perhaps this party goer wasn’t anything like his costume, which was… some sort of cowboy.

Realism hadn’t been the point of the costume, clearly. The man had chosen bright blue pants and a white shirt, with a flashy red kerchief tied around his neck. He had on a belt and holster, with a silver and orange plastic gun strapped to one leg. His black mask could have been a reference to the Lone Ranger, but since it didn’t match the rest of the outfit, Charlie assumed it was there to fit in with the masked theme of the party.

“Kind of butch, I know. But then, I was trying to be Joan Crawford in Johnny Guitar. She was a butch ass bitch,” the cowboy observed, as if guessing how confused Charlie was. He couldn’t see it on Charlie’s face; that was hidden by the mask Katia had chosen for him.

Charlie adjusted the mask nervously anyway. “Sorry,” he apologized immediately, then frowned. “Johnny Guitar?”

“Part of old Hollywood’s tradition of hiding queers in plain sight,” the cowboy explained, without actually explaining much. “My friend wants to impress someone here, so he wouldn’t let me wear something more flamboyant. Which made me think of hiding things in plain sight, like they had to do under the Hays Code in… Nevermind.” The cowboy sighed.

“I know what the Hays Office was. I just haven’t seen that movie.” Charlie heard the belligerent note in his voice and couldn’t explain it, except for the anxiety leaving him stressed. He hadn’t even touched a drink. “Sorry,” he said for the second time in a few minutes. “I thought I’d be alone out here.” He should probably go find some place unoccupied and wait for Katia to remember him.

“You know the Hays Code?” Instead of being offended, the cowboy perked up. He stood up from the balcony. Even at his full height, he’d have to look up to Charlie if they were standing face to face, which shouldn’t matter, except for how it somehow did. “Do you like old movies?”

Charlie adjusted his mask again. “I like them fine, but I read mostly,” he answered cautiously, wondering why Mr. Joan Crawford was asking. The cowboy had pale white skin, with honey-blond hair sticking out from under his cowboy hat. He moved with enough confidence to make Charlie wonder what costume he would have chosen without restrictions, but he didn’t ask. He was suddenly afraid to move away from the door. He’d walked up a lot of stairs to get here and he didn’t trust himself to move smoothly.

“I love them, as you may have guessed.” A pleased, proud smile curved the cowboy’s mouth, which was pink and full. Charlie hadn’t noticed before and felt stupid for not noticing, although he didn’t know what good it would do him. He wasn’t here to date, and even if he was, he had a feeling that this cowboy would have been out of his league. He was hardly shy. “In fact, I talk about them so much, my friends have learned to tune me out. It’s best not to get me started.”

“Your friends tune you out?” Charlie really didn’t mean for his voice get sharp, but when it did, the cowboy tipped his head up, as if he was trying to squint and see through Charlie’s mask. Charlie shook his head. “That’s none of my business.” He tightened his mouth. He tried. But stress from a drive into the city to deal with a crowd of people and a flight of steep stairs, and he was in no mood to be nice. “But if you want to go on about old movies, what’s wrong with that? And why not let you dress how you want? They didn’t have to ask you to this party. Your friends sound like assholes.”

The cowboy’s mouth dropped open. Charlie closed his eyes and let out a breath. “Sorry.” His family would have been shocked. He wasn’t sure what had come over him.

The soft laugh from across the balcony made him reopen his eyes. The cowboy had his head to one side. “Your costume is more appropriate than I thought at first, you big, snarly beast.”

Charlie put a hand to the wolf mask covering the top half of his face. Katia had chosen it, he’d thought to match her outfit. She’d wanted to be a princess, in a big, golden gown, and Charlie had watched the cartoon enough with Alicia to recognize that he was supposed to be the Beast to match.

The thing was, he didn’t match. Katia had picked out an old-fashioned dress suit for him, and a wolf mask, but the fur on the mask was gray, and the suit, although it fit him, was black, not blue like the one in the movie. He’d been grateful for that earlier, but now it seemed like one more odd thing to explain, like why the costume had come with a dented, tarnished crown, which Katia had also insisted he wear. The crown was crooked, and rest just over one of his fake pointed ears. The whole costume had probably been recycled from a different set.

Charlie stopped himself from self-consciously straightening the crown. “I’m not really like this,” he said at last, because he wasn’t. He didn’t snap and he didn’t snarl and he didn’t lose his temper over trivial things.

“I suppose not,” the cowboy sighed. “If you were the Beast in this situation, then I’d have to be the Beauty, wouldn’t I?”

“Well, aren’t you?” Charlie responded without thinking, and had never been so grateful to be wearing a mask.

The cowboy stopped, just, stopped in place. His breathing ceased for a moment with an audible catching sound. He pulled his hat off to let it hang from the back of his neck, and the setting sun seemed to set his hair on fire.

“Are you… one of those people?” He waved at the rest of the world, or the rest of the house, and all the attendees of the ball. Charlie shook his head but the cowboy barely paused. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Charlie said dryly. He already knew the cowboy wasn’t. The rich and powerful could wear whatever they wanted, but those people downstairs weren��t the kind who wanted flamboyant at their parties unless it was the entertainment.

“The crown suits you, anyway,” the cowboy murmured, sounding very young for a few moments. Then his smile returned. “Even if you are hiding out here.” He patted the top of the bench barely within his reach. “You can sit, if you like. You don’t need to find somewhere else... unless you have to get back to someone.”

Charlie narrowed his eyes, though he doubted the cowboy could see it. “She’ll call when she needs me,” he answered after a while, and wondered how it was that even with a mask on, he could still see how the cowboy’s face fell. “My sister,” he added, although he had no need to, and got hot under his starched, rented collar when that got such a radiant reaction. “How about you?”

“Me?” The cowboy took a single step in Charlie’s direction then abruptly turned to face the ocean. “Just my friend downstairs.”

“Trying to impress someone,” Charlie remembered. “But not you.”

He got a dismissive wave. “Not that all this luxury isn’t grand, or that I wouldn’t say no to a palace, but, um, no. Not me. Anyway.”

“Anyway?” It could have been prying to ask, but masks made things easier, Charlie was discovering. This was the strangest conversation he’d had in a while, but it was also the only conversation he’d had outside of work that he could remember. Which was so sad he didn’t want to think about it.

“Anyway, a guy who can’t get his friends to watch his favorite movies with him is hardly the type to net a prince.” The cowboy made a little sound. “Like who am I? Claudette Colbert? Norma Shearer as Marie Antoinette? I don’t think so.”

“Maybe Barbara Stanwyck?” Charlie suggested, his face burning beneath the mask. He vaguely recalled reading Stanwyck was from Brooklyn, which made her feel a little more accessible than someone like Claudette Colbert.

Again, the cowboy went still. This time the sound he made as his breathing hitched seemed almost painful. He turned around very slowly. “Who are you?” It was barely a whisper. His voice was strained, and for the first time Charlie wondered if something particular had driven the cowboy to hide out here, or if he had simply needed a moment alone too.

Charlie opened his hands, not certain how to answer the question. It wasn’t like his name was famous. He wasn’t even on the guest list, he was a plus one. “Do you want me to get you some champagne or something?”

“Are you sure you aren’t a prince?” The cowboy demanded again. Charlie couldn’t tell if he was teasing, but he shook his head one more time. “No, I don’t need a drink. But thank you. You should get one, if you want. That’s the good stuff down there.”

“I’d prefer a beer, to be honest.” Charlie scowled despite himself. So the cowboy had been partying downstairs and something had sent him up here. “Are you all right?”

“Me?” Another dismissive wave. It was less convincing this time. “I’m here for the view.” He wasn’t looking out at the ocean. “You still seem lost.”

“I don’t feel lost.” It was as though Charlie could no longer stop to think before he spoke. He sucked in a breath, but whatever he could possibly say to explain how he was talking was forgotten when the cowboy curled his hands against the balcony behind him and tilted his head back.

“The view’s better from here,” he offered, and Charlie had no doubt that it was. He wasn’t sure what was happening. Maybe the cowboy was drunk. Maybe Charlie was, somehow, intoxicated by the sea air and the sunset. Or it was the mask and the suit that made him seem like someone a man like that would want near him. Charlie had never been to a masquerade ball, hadn’t even worn a mask for Halloween past the sage of seven; he didn’t know the rules. But he stepped forward again anyway.

He forgot about his hip and his limp until a moment too late to keep it from being noticed, but if he saw, the other man didn’t comment. Up close, even with the mask, Charlie could see wide green eyes with thick, dark eyelashes. “I was right. You are Beauty.” He had never said anything like that in his life, not even when he had wanted to. But when the whisper made him stop in confused embarrassment, the cowboy reached out and dragged him closer. He very, very carefully placed both hands on either side of Charlie’s face but didn’t make any move to pull away the mask.

“You like men?” He seemed to need to confirm this, and Charlie didn’t have time to wonder why before he went on. “You aren’t here with anyone? No one but your sister? And you don’t have anyone?”

He let out a small sigh of happiness when Charlie shook his head.

“You don’t mind that I limp?” Charlie stared at the line of the man’s throat, the hint of a curve at his mouth. There was only a faint trace of champagne on the cowboy’s breath, and his gaze was steady.

“Are you in pain?” Those green eyes went wide, and that voice, not so strained anymore, was beginning to sound as honeyed as the man’s hair.

“Not right now,” Charlie answered honestly, and had no idea why that would make such a wide smile bloom on the cowboy’s face, but it made him smile in return.

“Then I don’t mind,” he was told. The cowboy was breathless. “I’m Will.”

“Will,” Charlie repeated firmly, cementing the name in his mind. “I’m Charlie.” He rested his palm against Will’s cheek, the ever so faint stubble, then dragged his thumb lightly across the corner of Will’s mouth. It twitched up into another smile.

“Charlie,” Will gave his name back to him. He ran his fingertips over the edge of Charlie’s mask.

“I’m not normally like this.” Charlie stressed, as though he wasn’t curving his hand to the back of Will’s head and drawing him closer.

“Maybe,” Will agreed, and made a sweet, soft sound when Charlie kissed him, the barest, briefest kiss he dared. “Or maybe,” Will added, licking his mouth before leaning up to kiss Charlie in return, just as lightly. “Or maybe you could be, if you wanted.”

The words made no sense. Charlie was hardly a fairy tale prince, and even if he was, Will wasn’t a princess, he was cowboy who was supposed to be Joan Crawford. But Will slid his hands to Charlie’s rented costume and let himself be kissed, and pressed to the balcony, and unmasked, as if Charlie had every right. He pulled Charlie’s mask away as if he had that right too, but kept the crown where it was, and he kissed Charlie back until his voice was hoarse and the sun had finished setting. And it was exactly where they were meant to be.

#play it again charlie #r. cooper #prompt #will and charlie meet at a masquerade ball

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38-planes · 8 years ago

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The Wild Child Of “Come From Away”

Logo: New Now Next [April 3, 2017]

Jenn Colella, one of Broadway’s few out leading ladies, talks playing a real-life hero, making out with Idina Menzel, and lesbians in open relationships.

On September 11, 2001, after terrorists flew jets into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, authorities closed United States airspace to all air traffic. In the remote Canadian town of Gander, Newfoundland, 38 passenger jets suddenly landed on the airstrip, and were grounded until further notice.

Instead of treating them as intruders, the town opened its homes and hearts to 7,000 strangers from all over the world. By the time the visitors departed, cultures had come together and lifelong friendships had formed.

The hit musical Come From Away tells this sprawling story with a foot-stomping Celtic band and a dozen versatile actors portraying some 50 real-life characters, many of whom flew in from Newfoundland to dance onstage with the actors on opening night.

The show packs a political punch at this ungenerous moment in America—a point that hung in the air when Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau invited Donald Trump to attend a recent performance. (The President declined but sent Ivanka.) Critics took the musical’s subtext to heart. The Washington Post called it “an exuberant antidote for what ails the American soul.”

For extra exuberance, there’s star Jenn Colella, one of Broadway’s few out lesbian leading ladies. In Come From Away, Colella sings her heart out as real-life pilot Beverley Bass, one of the pilots who landed at Gander on 9/11. But Colella, 43, been attracting fangirls ever since she rode a mechanical bull in Urban Cowboy, rocked the butch title role in The Beebo Brinker Chronicles, and played one-half of a lesbian couple in If/Then.

On the phone in her dressing room before a recent performance, with her girlfriend chiming in, Colella told us about her life as an irresistible wild child, from her current relationship à trois to the occasional makeout session with Idina Menzel.

How would you describe the story of Come From Away?

Jen Colella: For me, it’s about welcoming people because they need help. I don’t know where we got away from the habit of being kind, but kindness and compassion is where we live. We all have access to it, and it requires practice.

How was it for the cast when Justin Trudeau and Ivanka Trump came to the show? How was it for you?

It was extraordinary to have them here, and have them together. People are drawn to this show who know that everyone is good at heart, people who are drawn to a sort of kindness movement that’s in the air right now. Justin knows that’s the best possible way to lead people, and I believe Ivanka does as well, or else she wouldn’t have joined.

Did you speak with Ivanka?

We didn’t. It was Justin’s night. He made a speech before, and I believe Ivanka ducked out a little early out of respect, so as not to take anything away from him. But the show is direct address–we can see the audience very clearly. She was truly enjoying herself and smiling and laughing and crying and was really in it, so I know she had a good time.

You play Captain Beverley Bass, who blazed her own trails as the first female captain for American Airlines. She seems like the most clearly defined hero in Come From Away. How did you two meet?

After our final preview [at La Jolla Playhouse], Beverley and her husband Tom arrived at a restaurant across the street. We spotted one another from across the room. She came over and said, “I think you’re playing me,” and I said, “I think you’re right!” I’m so grateful that they’ve chosen me to play this badass pioneer for women. I feel the privilege and responsibility of it.

Like all the actors, you play several characters in Come From Away. Aside from Captain Beverley, you play this enchantingly gay-looking woman in a T-shirt and vest. Was my gaydar going off correctly with that character, or is she just Canadian?

She’s just Canadian! Actually that character, Annette, is quite male-crazy. She likes the men that come off these planes. But I have faith that Annette would be open to women as well. I’m going to throw that into the show tonight and see how it plays.

I was googling you, and the first thing I saw was this hashtag: #jennfuckingcolella. Do you have lesbian fangirls?

I do, and it feels so good! Everybody’s respectful, but, yes, to receive that kind of energy from women fuels me. It feels, again, like a privilege and a responsibility. And I’m so thrilled that I’m out and the age that I am, and I feel confident and capable to be a good role model for gay women.

How do women reach out to you?

Some fans will see shows many, many times. I have one awesome fan—I don’t know if these people are even gay, to tell you the truth—but one girl has my signature tattooed over her heart.

I’d say that’s a clue.

She hasn’t come out to me, you know? So I don’t want to assume. But I get a lot of baked goods, sweet cards, flowers. Chicks are so good at gifts, right? I ride a scooter around town, because I’m like a 12-year-old, and one of my fans actually presented me with a new scooter. Yeah, they mean it. It’s awesome.

Let’s go back to the tattoo: Did you autograph her chest and then she went and got the autograph tattooed?

She’d seen If/Then many, many times. She said, “Hey, will you sign this piece of paper for me?” I did, and then later she came back and showed me her tattoo. Isn’t that awesome?

You sometimes subbed in for Idina Menzel as the lead in If/Then. What was that like?

Idina is an amazing person, and super sweet and fun. She and I like to flirt a lot. We made out a couple of times, which was super, super hot and fun. I like to tell as many people that as possible. Great kisser.

How exactly did that come to pass?

The best part is, my girlfriend is in the dressing room with me right now, and she keeps looking up and giving me these like sexy little smiles. Anyway, Idina’s straight—mostly—in the way that I’m mostly gay. And I would just wear her down at parties, just walk by and say, “We should make out.” Just trying to constantly put little seeds into her beautiful brain. She took me up on it once or twice.

Aside from making out, did you and Idina ever sing together?

Onstage, we had many opportunities to sing together, and that voice is just inimitable.

As is yours. In fact, speaking of Idina’s great roles, did you ever do Elphaba the witch, in Wicked?

People are always asking me that! I finally had to tell them to stop asking me to come in, because I am terrified that I would lose my mind and my voice. I’m going to leave that to those professional belters and try to save this loud-ass belt that I’ve got for as long as possible.

Although it would be really cool to do a gay Elphaba.

I hear you. I hadn’t thought about that. You know what, though, I want to play Bobby in Company. [A 2016 London production reversed genders to feature a woman in the famous leading role of a commitment-phobic bachelor and the loves of his New York circle of friends.]

Your girlfriend’s listening in, so she’ll appreciate this. What kind of woman is attractive to you? Do you have a type?

I like people who are balanced in their masculine and feminine energies. I like girly girls who aren’t afraid to wear ripped jeans and play in the mud. I joked when my girlfriend got here, “You dressed like a little dyke for me today!” She’s wearing ripped jeans and her big belt and a cut Women’s March t-shirt. Yeah! Then as I’m getting older, I realize that what I find sexy is someone who’s smart and kind and funny. I’m attracted to the whole world, is the truth.

Any quality in a woman that’s a deal breaker for you?

Yeah. An unawareness, right? If someone treats a server unkindly—snaps at a server, or anyone in the service industry—that is such a deal breaker for me. I can’t.

Does your girlfriend like seeing you in uniform as Captain Beverley onstage?

[She repeats the question to her girlfriend.] She likes seeing me in everything.

I was going to ask you about starring in The Beebo Brinker Chronicles [the 2008 Off-Broadway adaptation of Ann Bannon’s iconic novels of lesbians before Stonewall]. Has anyone ever talked about filming it?

Lily Tomlin was one of our producers on that play, and she and Jane Wagner talked about possibly filming it during that time, but I haven’t heard any more about it. So, yeah, we can put that back out in the universe as well.

Definitely. Those lesbian pulp paperback days were very sexy.

True. That was one of the sexiest shows I’ve ever worked on. It was fun to be the butch lesbian that all the girls were swooning over.

Not that different from your real life, is it?

[Laughing] It was fun to have that as my job.

I know I’m asking in front of your girlfriend, but do you see yourself in the future marrying and quote unquote settling down? Are you interested in kids?

I’ve been married a couple of times.

To women?

Yeah. My joke is, chicks love it when you propose. I had two wonderful marriages, and I’m a big fan of the institution of marriage if it is truly an equal partnership. But my girlfriend and I are in an open relationship, and that feels really lovely and right for me right now.

So you’re both seeing other people?

She’s actually married to a man. I’m kind of dating them both. They have a little kid whom I adore. And I’m also dating someone else, and, you know, my girlfriend just got on OKCupid, and it’s all very open. There’s a lot of respect and a lot of communication and a lot of trust. It’s quite lovely.

Usually lesbians can’t do that, at least the lesbians I know. Gay men can stay together 50 years, and they manage to keep their exterior lives very hot and vital and yet preserve these lasting relationships. What’s different about you that you can do that?

What I’ve found is that if women are intimate with one another, there’s such an emotional connection that happens. That’s what can be scary for the primary partner: If you have an emotional connection with someone else, how is there going to be any room left for me? But our hearts are much more open and capacious than we give them credit for. There’s no better or best in my world of love. I have boundless love. So the more I can trust myself and love myself, and trust and love my partners, then I’m finding there’s an infinite amount to explore.

Come From Away is now on Broadway at the Schoenfeld Theatre

#come from away #jenn colella #logo tv #new now next #article #interview

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ukendeavour · 8 years ago

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A Ship worth Shipping

A few years ago, if you’d have asked me who I ship harder than any other couple I’d have told you Tibette from the L Word. I’d spend six seasons, like everyone else, hoping and praying these two would like get together, stay together and be a family with their daughter Angie.

That all changed one day when my friend @gaymo said to me, there is this new show and they are getting lesbian’s right. so I followed her into the rabbit hole, not knowing what to expect. I was scared. Tibette had broken and shattered my little lesbian heart, I was scared to see what was going to happen.

Sarah (@gaymo) sent me the pilot episode of a ‘little show’ called The Fosters. I had seen bit of it on my dash on tumblr, as the whole of 1a had aired before I saw the first episode. I sat myself down and started to watching the pilot. First we saw Stef, looking slightly butch in her uniform with her phone strapped to her belt listening to a young man playing the piano (at the time I had no idea that was her son) then we meet Lena, who put up her lovely hair and took in a girl from Juvie without asking her partner.

Yet it was these two things that started my ship sailing. It was something else. It was the fact that Stef walked into the kitchen, while her family settled down for dinner and kissed her woman of ten years hello. I WAS HOOKED. That’s all it took. Not the mama tiger moment, or even Stef pushing Lena playfully across the bed. No it was the normalisation of a life I had only recently full ventured into.

I came out of the closet a little late. I was twenty-six when I finally found it in myself to say I’m gay out loud and admit it to myself completely. Unfortunately for me the reason I decided to come out was after the death of close family friend to breast cancer, which left behind a husband and three amazing boys. I decided life was too short and I had to start living.

My ship at the time Tina Kennard and Bette Porter, weren’t the role models I’d made them out to be in my head. I mean there was more cheating and drama in their lives I’m shocked they were still together when Jenny died (killed herself or was murder, a question we will never get answered and the creator doesn’t even care. I hate unanswered questions,)

However, Stef and Lena changed everything. I was hooked. I wanted to write fan fiction again, I wanted to find the fan dom. And did so. Making a few friends and meeting my amazing girlfriend along the way.

I’m not saying it been plain sailing, yet my Adams Foster ship has no hit the rocks and they’ve been through hell. The time line of the show has barely moved and we’re nearly at the end of the season four. They’ve done more in their time on our screen that we ever thought possible. I mean they’ve got married twice. How many ships make it to a first wedding never mind a second one with sexy kissing in the rain.

We’ve watched Stef transform herself with a difficult cancer storyline. Lena got hit on by her boss, (SHE SHOULD HAVE TOLD STEF RIGHT AWAY BUT THIS IS TV) and it only took them about half an episode to make up when the secret came out.

Their relationship feels and comes across more real than anything I’ve witness on television. Some of the bits have felt more like fanfiction. (taking in the kiss in 01x18, the love scene in 03x14 and our rain kiss in 04x16) we’ve had rough times, with them not talking to each other, them being distant, even them losing their daughter, yet they stand proud and together. they love each other no matter what.

I’ve not always agreed with the directors/writers/creators of the show. I’ve had a row in Bradley on twitter (which I later said sorry for as I’d misjudged something) I am not always happy with the lack of affection or kiss or hugs. Then they give us a kiss like we got last week in The Long Haul and you know that life is a little better than it was before. Social media makes it so much easier for us all to connect now and we can air our questions/arguments directly at the people behind the scenes.

There is so much still to learn about the couple and some questions which I feel we will never know the answer too, like where/when/how did Stef get her two interlocked heart necklace? (something she’s worn since the pilot,) and where and who bought the bracelet’s which they both wear on their right wrist (there are theories but no answers).

There are also lot of details in their relationship which help this ship sail so much better. I mean Lena is always at the head of the table, and appears to do most of the cooking. Stef has a terrible sense of humour, that Lena laughs at. They have a thing for slapping each other’s ass’s (it may have only happened three times, 02x14, 03x03 and 03x18 but it’s a thing), their who will be on top joke, Stef drives if the family is together, Lena carries a purse and Stef carries her wallet phone and keys. Lena has a thing for handcuffs (brought up twice, once with her wearing Stef’s uniform, my temperature just rose thinking about it). All these things make you believe they have been together for years. They know each other so well.

They are also very different people. Stef is ‘butch’ (I know some people don’t like the word but she is) she’s a jeans and shirt kinda girl. She has found herself, since having cancer. She is the person you’d see in the street and your mind will say gay. even if she wasn’t. Stef is openly affectionate. Not just with words but gestures. She likes to touch Lena a lot and there are lots of little touches.

Lena on the other hand is fem. If you saw her on the street you wouldn’t think she was gay, unless she was holding hands with Stef, which I think would be rare given the speech she gave Jude on season 1. She’s a less into the PDA but at home it’s completely different. Lena is really the head of the family, even if Stef is dealing with most of the discipline.

Lena is a passionate woman, she is usually the first to mention sex whereas Stef sometimes needs to learn to see the signals. (we all remember the scene in 01x05). She got the hint when Lena walked in, in panties and tank top and her uni shirt but hey who wouldn’t see that signal. Stef is still learning to not be such a prude. We’ve learnt she can’t even say the world orgasm. (that scene in 02x16) whereas Lena is open and honest about sex.

I’m lucky to have found this ship. To have friends who ship it as much as I do. TV has been crying out for a couple like Stef and Lena Adams Foster and we’re now lucky enough to have them. We know in our hearts that they are together no matter what. They stand as a unit to fight the world. Side by side they can do anything. I’ve learnt to trust the writers/creators over the past few years, it took a lot. Trust me. But in the end. We really do have the best ship, the best couple and two actresses’ in Sherri Saum and Teri Polo that just bring it. Their chemistry is unmatchable.

All in all

We are one lucky fan dom.

#Stef Adams Foster #Lena Adams Foster #Teri Polo #Sherri Saum #The Fosters #AdamsFoster

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deadbitchonline · 7 years ago

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1. Femme or butch?

I’m... somewhere, idk

2. Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it

I really like chubby or goth gals but like, I also really like all girls

3. Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?

Lov the heather

4. Describe your style

Goth & punk shit you can’t buy anywhere. Lots of denim. I’m... probably gonna try to figure out how to make my own clothes because shopping for clothes that are size 2 and goth af is fucking impossible. There are no stores that sell clothes for me.

5. Describe your aesthetic

Lots of eyes, I like graveyards and shitty jpeg residue. I like glitchy psychedelic dreamscape shit. If something’s weird enough to make people turn their heads, I am enthralled. My only exception is corpses, I have a serious fear of dead things.

6. Favorite article of clothing?

I have a really cool, big skirt that I often wear with lots of belts... The thing weighs a lot

7. Favorite pair of shoes?

My Doc Martins

8. Current haircut?

~1.25 feet of straight black hair

9. Any haircut goals for the future?

If my face was a little bit rounder I’d really want to bob my hair, but like, I’d have to gain some serious weight and feminize my face quite a bit in order to pull it off

10. Describe the best date you’ve been on

I’ve... never really been on a date

11. Describe the worst date you’ve been on

See #10

12. Single? Taken?

Single! Pls flirt with me

13. If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!

14. If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife?

Somebody who can match my personality

15. Describe your dream wedding

Absolute chaos. I never want to host a formal event in my life. This might sound emo as fuck but I definitely want to wear a black dress.

16. Do you want kids?

Absolutely not

17. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

I don’t know...

18. Favorite lesbian movie?

But I’m a Cheerleader... I haven’t watched too many wlw movies yet rip

19. Favorite lesbian novel/story?

Uhhhhh haven’t read any I don’t think :(

20. Favorite lesbian song?

Jenny by Studio Killers

21. Favorite lesbian musician?

https://rooksfeather.bandcamp.com/ Please text me if you know her! I need more friends

22. What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any?

I’m the goth lesbian...

23. Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?

Most people just assume I’m a boy so I mean

24. If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?

It’s so incredibly easy to woo me. Compliment me and buy me food (giving me food is key. I have a food kink so this will woo me 100% of the time)

25. Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?

Relief from toxic masculinity

26. Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?

A cat person

27. Turn ons?

Eating, being touched (I’m super touch-starved), honestly if anybody ever tried to come on to me it would probably work at this point

28. Turn offs?

Smoking, alcohol, drugs. Typos and fakeness.

29. Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?

I... wait. Which is unfortunate cuz I think other people take me as somebody who would ask girls out but I’m way too shy for that and I really really really like the idea of being asked out

30. What is your dream career?

I want to be an artist more than anything else

31. Talk about your interests or hobbies!

I love art, writing, & videogames! I’m a total sci-fi nerd and I just love to create things!

32. What is the most attractive quality a woman can have?

The confidence that I’m already wrapped around her manipulative fingers

33. Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?

It takes some time for me

34. Ever fallen for your best-friend?

35. Ever fallen for a straight girl?

Uhhhh yeah

36. The L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?)

I... haven’t seen it whoops!

37. Favorite comfort food?

Mac & cheese

38. Coffee or tea?

Tea!

39. Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?

I’m not vegan or vegetarian. I hate the texture of most meats so I don’t eat too much meat, but like. Some meat is soooo good and vegetarianism is not more sustainable than meat eating, and it won’t eliminate meat industries.

40. Do you have any pets?

Ye! My dogs Dr. Grimsly von Frankenstein and Trixie! Also a bunny and some fish

41. Early-riser or night-owl? Early-riser sort of. I can’t help waking up at 7 but I will remain in bed as long as possible.

42. What is your sign?

Aries

43. Can you drive?

Yes

44. Who was your first lesbian crush?

Emma I guess?

45. At what age did you know you were a lesbian?

So, I always knew I liked girls but gender expression has been a really complex issue for me for a very long time. I’ve felt off, like I didn’t belong as a boy for my whole life, but only really began to realize something was up at 15. I came out to my parents and I’m unsure of how I currently identify but I’ve gone from thinking I was completely transgender to genderfluid to other nonbinary identities and now I’m just kind of. Somewhere. I currently use she/her/they/them pronouns and uhhhh I’m still figuring myself out but I know for sure that I want to make some changes to my body. I want to dress more femininely and I currently identify as a lesbian because it just. Feels right I guess? And I kinda hate being tied to masculinity in any way so

46. At what age did you come out (if you have)?

I came out to my parents at age 15

47. Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?

Um, yeah... Nothing will ever happen tho

48. Talk about how your day went

Lots of driving, not a whole lot of anything else. I went to a zoo because of my brother’s birthday and zoos always make me feel depressed... But like, we went to some art museums yesterday so that trip was worth it. I’m kinda tired now, I’m gonna sleep soon.

49. Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future

I want to become a known personality. I want to make a serious mark on this world. I don’t really want to be famous or rich, I just want people to know who I am and I want my art to be sold and my views expressed and witnessed. I want to get married some day... I want to have a happy life free from capitalistic bullshit

50. Least favorite gay celebrity?

Caitlyn Jenner is a piece of shit

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I want your sweetheart Swirl and evil Peepo headcanons. please.

In the Sweetheart Swirl and Evil Peepo Au:

~Swirl’s history changes so she’s the daughter of one of the world’s best known cupcake tycoons. She leaves home at 17 due to her mother murdering her nanny.

~They meet while Swirl’s catering an event Peepo’s attending while he’s working.

~Swirls Pokemon are a lot less hateful and are actually pretty sweet with the exception of Lucky who still hates Peepo. She has a Sylveon named Beau instead of Puddles.

~Swirl pretends to be oblivious to Peepo’s killing most to the time, when really she is mildly afraid of it.

~Peepo isn’t a big fan of sweets but he always eats at least one bite of anything she bakes as to not hurt her feelings.

~Peepo’s work often requires him to leave her by herself for long periods of time, but he always comes back with a stuffed animal or recipe for her when he comes back.

~Swirl doesn’t wear Peepo’s clothes in this AU.

~Swirl isn’t as lazy in this Au, she prefers to be active and always on her feet.

~Swirl is oblivious to other guys flirting with her, at least twelve guys have lost their lives doing this.

~Peepo will run his fingers through her hair for hours if she lets him.

~Peepo has told her to stop dressing as him three times now, mainly because in order to do it properly she cuts her hair to his length.

~Peepo is able to pick her up in this AU and he does it all the fricking time. She’ll be sitting on the bed or something and he’ll sneak behind her and just pick her up.

~Peepo levitates her with his magic and just plops her on or off his lap.

~Peepo flirts with people from time to time in his line of work, but never kisses them.

~Peepo gave her a charm bracelet and whenever he’s away he teleports a charm onto the bracelet. She has so many by now that she owns multiple bracelets and she wears them all.

Sweetheart Peepo and Evil Swirl Au:

~Swirl is the daughter of a man that runs a corporation that’s trying to take over the world and never left, she just transferred.

~Peepo and her met after she stole his scooter to evade a cop and she wound up dragging him with her.

~Swirl’s Pokemon are all evil, no exceptions. Even Teddy will kill a man.

~Peepo can still restrain her with one arm, and whenever he does that she gets angry.

~Whenever she gets into one of her evil rants Peepo shines a laser pointer on the wall and she’ll chase it much like a cat, sometimes he’ll do it when she’s been working too hard and wants her to relax.

~She’s not lazy, but she’s not very energetic either.

~Swirl doesn’t wear Peepo’s clothes in this Au either.

~She will not hesitate to kill someone should the moment arise, and she will gladly exercise this at any given opportunity. Peepo just helps hide the body.

~Swirl is much more like a cat in this Au, even having claws that Peepo constantly cuts down because she scratches him in her sleep.

~Peepo and her father do not get along, but her mother really likes him.

~Peepo once came home to find her hanging from the ceiling by a rope around her ankle. He practically babied her the entire week and would not allow her to get up because she hurt her ankle pretty bad.

~She is more practical and realistic, while Peepo is imaginative and creative.

~Swirl is more willing to kiss people in her line of work, but only when she has poison lipstick on. Peepo has unfortunately been on the receiving end of said lipstick twice now because he got excited she came home and couldn’t wait. Both times she gave him the antidote and told him to be more patient about things.

~ She is unhealthy, but not like normal Swirl. She can go for days without eating and Peepo has to beg her to eat, she rarely ever says no to his begging.

~ “I’m gonna murder them.” “Alright, but eat this first.”

~ Peepo’s cooking skills are ACES all around.

Equally Evil Au

~They don’t really get along, they’re just partners working for the same organization.

~ She hates when he calls her anything besides Swirl or Trish.

~Peepo knows this and does it to annoy her.

~ On the rare occasions they get along Swirl is usually drunk.

~They are either the Jesse and James of the organization or the Cassidy and Butch, there is no in between.

~ “I’m gonna do the thing my way..” “No we’re doing it my way!” -Not even ten minutes later- “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR WAY DIDN’T WORK?”

~”...Is that the target?” “THAT IS MY ASS!”

~”Stop mixing up my bullets you elf.” “Stop being so uptight.” “PUT MY BULLETS DOWN!” “Make me-! PUT MY SWORD DOWN YOU HARLOT!”

~”I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL!” “STOP PLAYING WITH MY UTILITY BELT...you’re stuck aren’t you?” “No...Yeah, I’m stuck.”

Sweetheart Swirl and normal Peepo

~Cuddles everywhere

~ If one cries they both cry

~ They bake together constantly, like the place is stocked with baked goods.

~ 2PURE4THISWORLD

~ “We gonna make Cupcakes?” “WE GONNA MAKE CUPCAKES!” “-LOUD SCREECHING OF DELIGHT-”

~ “....Fuck you?” “THAT IS A BAD WORD!”

Sweeheart Peepo and normal Swirl

~ “STOP TOUCHING ME!” “But I love you!”

~ “I’m gonna murder them.” “No you’re not!”

~Maybe she’s not as angry

~ Not much different that usual?

Evil Peepo and Normal Swirl

~ She is flustered around him

~”Goodmorning Darling~” “Fuck you.” “Well if you insist~”

~ When she’s mad at him she’ll refuse to return affection and ignore him.

~ He is flirting with her almost constantly and she kinda likes it, but at the same time thinks he needs to chill.

~They commit crimes together

#sweepo #sweepo headcanons #Anonymous

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romanmacharoni · 8 years ago

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The Best Songs of 2016

I know some critics say that 2016 was a bad year for music (and yes, it was, let’s be honest). We also lost quite a few great musicians too. The world won’t be the same without titans like Prince, Bowie, and George Michael.

That doesn’t mean there wasn’t a lot of awesome music out there. Quite a few songs set fire to the charts in more ways than one and really showed us that there are diamonds in the rough. There were 15 in particular, similar to my film list for the year, so here we go. These were the best songs of 2016.

First, some honorable mentions...

“Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande https://open.spotify.com/track/7l94dyN2hX9c6wWcZQuOGJ

The only reason it’s not on the list itself is because of its poor sense of pace. The build is way too monotonous and slow. The chorus kills it, though, as Ariana feels right at home hitting this sweet spot on the album of the same name.

“Chunky” by Bruno Mars https://open.spotify.com/track/0mBKv9DkYfQHjdMcw2jdyI

Bruno Mars’ newest album, 24K Magic (which title track is on the actual list, spoilers), has quite a few winners on there, but this sticks out as the second best of the album. Though it’s weird to refer to normal sized, curvy woman as ‘chunky’, it’s still a pleasant jam with a tight production as it plays to Mars’ strengths. The back-up vocals complement him well, and the keyboard adds some welcome spice to the composition.

“Adventure of a Lifetime” by Coldplay https://open.spotify.com/track/69uxyAqqPIsUyTO8txoP2M

I feel like this has become a commercial song (not that’s always a bad thing), but this is still a solid track. Delightful to listen to when you’re in a good mood. Coldplay isn’t what they used to be, but they are far from bad with this new direction. That guitar ‘drop’ if you will is trance-like and peppy. With all the slow stuff we got this year, it’s nice to have something like this on the radio.

“The Good News” by Bloc Party https://open.spotify.com/track/3FI3nRETDMfK3z9SQwfVZr

While bright and loaded with the religion-inspired direction of Bloc Party, this song has some needed grit. Those guitar on the chorus give this track warmth and something to chew on while you’re listening. Kele’s soft vocals pair well with the strings to create something wonderful.

“Play That Song” by Train https://open.spotify.com/track/3ZMFrvkNgwwMfPdX3aThYs

This is what “Soul Sister” should have been. Happy, short and sweet. Not great, but still an enjoyable song. That’s probably because Pat Monahan isn’t inserting his odd lyrcial nuggets in there (See in previous songs: “I’m so gangster, I’m so thug”, “Hefty bag to hold my love”).

“The Plain Moon” by The Besnard Lakes https://open.spotify.com/track/0p6DGv92OOuXu927xxlkmH

Call it bias (I did an article on them for coming to the Beachland Ballroom), or my apology for my editor messing up the headline for a story I did on the band (sorry again, if you’re reading this). Regardless, this song is the strongest track on “A Coliseum Complex Museum”, meshing a psychedelic flow with heavy guitars to create a haunting atmosphere. The vocals have the feel of ghosts, slowly moving in and out of the lush acoustics laid on thicker than honey. It’s a powerful jam in terms of sonics and a brilliant piece of music that honestly should have charted. Also, you can put “Towers Sent Her to Sheets of Sound”, reminiscent to a Beach Boys jam mixed with the usual psychedelic sound, on here as well. They’d be tied if this wasn’t an honorable mention.

You can read my piece on the Besnard Lakes here.

“East Coast Girl” by Butch Walker https://open.spotify.com/track/2PMRCXna6KCB5D5EVU3hzD

Consider this the unofficial #16 of this list. A modern fusion of personalities such as Bruce Springsteen and John Mellencamp collide in this cool little flashback track. Butch really projects himself in the chorus, opposed to his laid-back delivery in the verses. The storytelling feel to the verse as well places you into that throwback mood this song gives off.

Now, onto the list...

#15 - “Love Like That” by Mayer Hawthorne https://open.spotify.com/track/2pk8466VZtaO1QiiqaSJ8e

I’ve been a fan of Hawthorne for a while. His use of old and new conventions to create fantastic pieces of music has been on my radar for equally as long. His appeal mimics how Chromeo came on the scene in 2014. Of his three singles released this year, “Love Like That” feels the most fitting for the radio and this list. Its crisp production is paired with a bombastic chorus and tight percussion. Mayer clearly knows what he’s doing here. A strong song to start off this list.

#14 - “The Love Within” by Bloc Party https://open.spotify.com/track/35Qc5U57RCROGY3h2l0d51

Bloc Party’s “Hymns”, another re-invention for the decade-and-counting post grunge Brit-punk band, begins with a looping, weaving synth. It’s met with a thudding bass drum and Kele’s voice welcoming you to their new musical direction. And then the drop hits, and you know that this will be a fun ride. Very few albums this year start out this strong. I still haven’t heard anything like this so far. It’s just fantastic, and at the same time fascinating.

#13 - “Send My Love (To Your New Lover)” by Adele https://open.spotify.com/track/3LGxef3inmn5jMLGDz9lqw

While I did enjoy “When We Were Young” off her album “25″ a lot, “Send My Love” layers her voice beautifully and gives her a unique platform to provide her heavenly vocal work and deliver a great performance. The minimalist nature of her music is a little less evident here, but it’s not overpowering. It feels more free than her usual mega-smash hits, which is why I decided to place this track on here rather than the aforementioned “Young”. The lone guitar providing the majority of the back beat is solid and quite atmospheric. And as always, Adele knocks it out of the park.

#12 - “Reaper” by Sia https://open.spotify.com/track/1usLCyaUZ2y0uoPmKj1uYo

So Kanye West helped out Sia for this song off her album “This Is Acting”. You can tell. The delivery is very close to West’s part in the previous year’s “FourFiveSeconds”, and Sia has the conviction to make it feel genuine. I guess her ‘acting’ is just fine for this. I enjoy the sing-a-long feel to this track and the flow of the lyrics in the chorus most of all. Sia can really let herself lay it all out on this one, and it’s probably why this was chosen to be a single off the record.

You can read my review of “This Is Acting” as an album right here.

#11 - “Same Old Blues” by Phantogram https://open.spotify.com/track/28iw1FqJf6Vnfl2Fcu9rBh

I made sure to not include non-charting songs (as in not on the Hot 100) out of my Top 10, as I try to focus on hits, but I had to include this one. Plus, their third album — appropriately entitled “Three” — placed 9th on the Billboard Hot 200 in late October, and this song feels like the star of the album, burning so bright that’s blinding. It’s an elegant orchestration with gorgeous vocal work, and a killer guitar break towards its conclusion. Phantogram have always been known to brilliantly deconstruct and build their tracks to create sweeping pieces of music, and this is no exception. A fantastic piece I can recommend to everyone.

#10 - “Cheap Thrills” by Sia https://open.spotify.com/track/27SdWb2rFzO6GWiYDBTD9j

From those of you who may have read my review for “This Is Acting” (link above), you might have seen that I said that the album was only slightly above average, a mixture of hits and misses. However, when Sia hits... it’s masterful. This one isn’t the most well written or put together, but it captures a feeling better than anything else on the album. I guess she’s been writing for Rihanna for so long that I can’t tell if this is her attempt to sound like her or Sia’s elements that she adds to Rihanna’s repertoire, but it works. This pseudo-island feel suits Sia as perfectly the odd face-concealing wigs she wears.

#9 - “Into You” by Ariana Grande https://open.spotify.com/track/2meEiZKWkiN28gITzFwQo5

The first four tracks of her third studio album “Dangerous Woman” are pretty stellar, a mixture of the elements that make Ariana shine among the other pop divas (Daya, you could learn a thing or two). This string of songs is capped off by this slice of polished and refined pop excellence. The structure and production screamed for this to be a hit, and the populous answered accordingly. Grande’s grand on this track (see what I did there?), belting it out and oozing with sensuality.

#8 - “Drive It Like You Stole It” by Sing Street ensemble https://open.spotify.com/track/2ZBiHAwdeCnrKvXap6Yzef

I don’t mean the other version with Hudson Thames. His vocals alone are… not as good as the original released with the trailer for “Sing Street”. The added filters to his voice as well as the back-up performers fit the mood of the bouncy instrumental a lot better. Simply put, a welcome homage to 80′s pop ballads. The beat almost has a doo-wop feel to it, fitting for a film that somewhat resembles an alternative “Footloose”. The final chorus breakdown is also what I consider hair-standing-up-on-neck pop perfection.

#7 - “Starboy” by The Weeknd ft. Daft Punk https://open.spotify.com/track/7MXVkk9YMctZqd1Srtv4MB

The Weeknd made my top spot last year (in a tie, too!) but this year there was quite a few acts who really stepped up their game, so here he sits. That doesn’t mean that this song isn’t kick-ass, though. Daft Punk found a great partner in ol’ Saturday/Sunday here, as they meld a tight and methodical instrumental to pair with Weeknd’s always fine-tuned vocals. Elements of Daft Punk blend with Weeknd’s usual darker tones to create a melody that manages to be glittery and haunting simultaneously. It’s an ear worm in the best way. The stars are far from the limit for this pairing; I really hope they try another collaboration.

#6 - “This Girl” by Kungs and Cookin’ on 3 Burners https://open.spotify.com/track/5D1swG82nVVngZLHOLbe0V

I’m placing the extended version on here because I believe it builds the instrumental easier without just throwing it all out there first thing. However, either version is solid. The original by Cookin’ on 3 Burners is nostalgic kick-back to blues classics, but this sped-up and pumped-up remix by Kungs gives this song some needed pep. And those trumpets, my God. They’re loud, they’re large and in control; they make this song an instant summer classic in my opinion. Best drop of the year, bar none. I can’t say enough good things about this song.

#5 - “Let Me Love You” by DJ Snake, Justin Bieber https://open.spotify.com/track/0lYBSQXN6rCTvUZvg9S0lU

DJ Snake has really stepped up his game. This song feels minimal but is structured perfectly for a satisfying experience. Bieber’s vocals are great here, it feels like he’s really found his rhythm in this song. The drop is pure bliss and quintessential DJ Snake. It almost feels sad, as it complements the nearly pleading nature of the lyrics. The build works around the vocals to spotlight them and let them complement the composition.

#4 - “24K Magic” by Bruno Mars https://open.spotify.com/track/6b8Be6ljOzmkOmFslEb23P

Mars’ “Unorthodox Jukebox II: Electric Boogaloo” “24K Magic” opens with a bodacious nod to Zapp and Roger before breaking down into the grooviest track of the year. It’s also prove that lightning can be caught in a bottle, as it models itself and improves on “Uptown Funk” from the prior year. Normally I dislike the use of his ‘posse’ back-up vocalists, but they a lot to this track and make it feel like a true ‘playa’s’ anthem. Mars feels so loose on here, just shooting the breeze, juxtaposing the tight, restrained composition. A perfect party-starter with endless re-playability.

#3 - “Redbone” by Childish Gambino https://open.spotify.com/track/3kxfsdsCpFgN412fpnW85Y

This is one of the funkiest tracks to come out this year, a mix of a tribute to Bootsy Collins and R&B slow jams with a modern flair. Glover has a tremendous sense of pace here, taking its time to build. His voice throughout is strange yet inviting. I find myself always going back to this song by any mood, it’s just a beautiful piece of music.

#2 - “I Took A Pill in Ibiza— Seeb Remix” by Mike Posner https://open.spotify.com/track/1MtUq6Wp1eQ8PC6BbPCj8P

Depression and optimism mix to create such a solid song. Mike Posner’s meaningful lyrics are better highlighted here with this punchy bass rather than the original slow acoustic delivery. This personifies a state of lull with sparks of excitement. Even the small things like the tambourine in the bridge (you’ll never not notice it once you do) and the voice manipulation add so many layers to the track. It’s just so satisfying to listen to.

#1 - “Lazarus” by David Bowie https://open.spotify.com/track/3Vn9oCZbdI1EMO7jxdz2Rc

This is the closest thing to a perfect song we got last year, and it came so early in the year as well. It stuck with me all this time. From the moment the drums kick in, it’s like a musical euphoria. This is where the dark scratches the surface of the light for me in terms of tone, a proverbial sweet spot if you will. The somber, beautiful saxophone pairs with a light funky bass and David’s brutally honest delivery. This is simply a masterpiece, a perfect final note for a career as varied and brilliant as Bowie’s. RIP Ziggy Stardust, even in death you showed us all what you’re capable of.

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PCW Runs House Show in Battle Creek, MI

by Art Nouveaux

(From Left: Ray McAvay, Magnum P.O.’d, Charlie Blackwell. On the ground: Starz N. Stripes)

Headlining the show with a wild tag team match between Les Miserables Charlie Blackwell and ‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay against the American Patriot’s Starz N. Stripes and Magnum P.O.’d, PCW ran its first full-fledged house show in two and a half years in Battle Creek, Michigan last night featuring a eight match card.

Before the match, McAvay called for a moment of silence to commemorate the recent death of Robert Hulseman- the inventor of the Red Solo Cup.

Red Solo Cup

Highlights from the show:

(REPLAY: The Champion Speaks at the PCW Battle Creek, MI House Show) The crowd chants “PCW!…PCW!…PCW! as inside the ring stands ‘The Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan- the newly minted PCW Champion. He’s flanked by fellow Les Miserables Charlie Blackwell and ‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay.

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Charlie Blackwell-HT: 6′ 4″ WT: 215 / HOME: New Braunfels, TX / FIN: Tazzmission (Katahajime)

‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay: – accompanied to the ring by West Texas Adult Entertainment Legend Stormy, her protégée Starbrite, and Bert the Janitor. HT: 6’-3” WT: 195 / HOME: Fort Stockton, TX / FIN: McGill Bomb

William Daniels Bryan– ‘The Prairie Populist’ Two time PCW Champion. Former PCW Television Champion. HT: 5’10″ WT: 180 / HOME: Platte, Nebraska / FIN: Cattle Mutilation/Crane Kick

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Bryan, with the PCW Title belt slung over his shoulder, raises the microphone and raises his fist in the air.

William Daniels Bryan: WE DID IT!

And that pops the crowd. “PCW! PCW! PCW!”

William Daniels Bryan: Technically, this makes me a three time champion. I won the title back about two years ago when Dawn, Charlie, and Chris attempted to restart PCW. Two years ago, we went up against a corporate conglomerate who poached all our talent and PCW didn’t have a chance. Now. We’re all back under one umbrella again and it only makes winning the title at Extreme Election Night even sweeter.

Bryan pauses for the requisite applause that follows.

William Daniels Bryan: You see, I defeated two men who represented the establishment…the status quo. Kirk Walstreit and the ‘One Man Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism don’t represent people like you and me. Walstreit and Chism don’t relate to us one bit. Usually, their kind get over people like us. At Extreme Election Night, we got over on them.

Again, the crowd cheers and Bryan waits.

William Daniels Bryan: So, on behalf of my compadres Ray McAvay, Charlie Blackwell, I say this to ALL the Les Miserables out there who need someone to take up their cause. We will do our best to represent you in the best possible light. We will do our best to entertain you when we come to the ring. And I will do my best to be a PCW Champion that you and ALL of our PCW fans can be proud of. Thank you and-

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Maroon 5 heralds the entrance of the ‘One Man Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism, rocking an expensive pair of sunglasses and a trendy gray suit, gray tie, and a burgundy scarf. Chism is followed by GreenPete, sporting a GWO (Green World Order) t-shirt, James the Jeep Worker, and Kathryn Randall Collins, wearing a black pants suit not dissimilar to the ones favored by one Hillary Clinton.

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‘The One Man Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism- former PCW Champion and 2 time PCW Television Champion- Valets are Paris and Nicole aka the Skanky Rich Bimbos. HT: 6′ 2″ WT: 225 / HOME: Hollywood, CA / FIN: Hollywood Blockbuster

James the Jeep Worker- Managed by Union Jack Taylor HT: 5’10″ WT: 221 / HOME: Toledo, OH / FIN: Picket Line

Kathryn Randall Collins- 4 time PCW Women’s Champion HT: 5′ 11″ WT: 145 / HOME: Ft. Myers, FL / FIN: Gogoplata

GreenPete- Part of the Green World Order (GWO) HT: 5′ 11″ WT: 195 / HOME: Los Angeles, CA / FIN: Harpoon (modified spear or gore)

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Stone Chism: William, William, William. Here’s the problem with three way dances for the title. The match becomes more susceptible to ‘chance’ instead of skill. You won…congratulations…but PCW has always prided itself on not resorting to three way matches to determine titles and what happened at Extreme Election Night 2016 bore that out.

Assorted boos ring out from the crowd.

Stone Chism: What happened at Extreme Election Night will go down in PCW history as a low point…the lowest of the low. Donald Trump, with the interference of you and your Les Miserables, became the next PCW CEO. YOU, with the interference of your Les Miserables, walked out holding a title that you do not deserve.

More boos follow. Chism simply waves them off.

Stone Chism: And you people. You people are under the mistaken perception that people actually care what you think. No. That’s not the case. You see, people like me…the One Man Hollywood A-List…we set the tone…we set the agenda…we tell you what you should think. Your interference in the match at Extreme Election Night caused someone, who should never have been allowed to wrestle, to become the PCW Champion and cheapened the PCW title in the process.

Now the crowd starts getting into it. Loud boos fill out the arena.

Stone Chism: The only way to fix this problem is for William Daniels Bryan to face me tonight…in this ring right here…for the PCW title. It’s the only equitable way to fix-

Out walks Phil Finebaum- the chief apologist of the SEC aka…the Sports Entertainment Corporation, along with SEC members A.J. Alabama, Stevie ‘War’ Eagles, Gator Bates, and Butch Fullmer. Alabama wears an Unversity of Alabama football jersey. Eagles an Auburn football shirt. Gator Bates has a Florida t-shirt on. And Butch Fullmer is dressed in all Tennessee Volunteer orange.

The Michigan crowd welcome Finebaum to Battle Creek.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Finebaum, lights reflecting off his follicly challenged head, climbs into the ring with a big ol’ SEC grin on his face, his big ears wiggling in delight at the reaction the Michigan fans have to him being there.

Phil Finebaum: What the hell happened to the Big 10? At least Washington scored a touchdown against Alabama- but Ohio State couldn’t score once against Clemson?

Finebaum’s comments about Ohio State grant him a temporary respite from the adverse reaction of the Michigan fans…

Phil Finebaum: Penn State choked away a fourteen point fourth quarter lead…Wisconsin only defeated Western Michigan by a touchdown…and then there’s Michigan. Florida State 33-32.

…which doesn’t last long.

Phil Finebaum: Good job Big Ten. Way to take out the ACC. I can’t honestly say that I’ve never…ever…met a Michigan who had an ounce of humility and who didn’t think that their team…who lost three games this year and wasn’t in the national playoffs- again…wasn’t the greatest of all time regardless of what their record was…10-3…didn’t make the national playoffs…

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Phil Finebaum: …especially since Jim Harbaugh became Michigan’s head coach.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Suffice to say, Finebaum has them in the palm of his hand.

Phil Finebaum: Michigan fans are, frankly, the worst. They’ve won…what…HALF a national championship in the past sixty years and they go on and on as if they’re on the same level as Alabama-

A.J. Alabama: ROLL TIDE!

Phil Finebaum: …Ohio State, Oklahoma, Nebraska, and Penn State all wrapped into one. I’m starting and finishing right there. These same people come after the SEC…and I might be tone deaf…but you all are the most arrogant bunch of ‘fans’ in the world.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Finebaum sees someone in the crowd wearing a Notre Dame shirt.

Phil Finebaum: Now, Notre Dame. I respect Notre Dame. Notre Dame stands for something and they don’t think they’re better than everyone else. Notre Dame has a record of integrity and tradition. Michigan thinks they’re better than everyone else and I don’t understand why. When Jim Harbaugh showed up, Michigan fans developed the sense of entitlement that they really haven’t earned.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Phil Finebaum: And in that same sense, our new PCW Champion William Daniels Bryan has the same problem. In a match that did not feature A.J. Alabama or anyone else from the SEC, Bryan lucked out with a lot of help and ended up winning the belt. Now, let me say this- having a PCW title match without one of the SEC is like having a college football final four without a team from the SEC conference.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Phil Finebaum: But there is a way for Mr. Bryan to gain credibility and that’s a match against A.J. Alabama right here tonight in Battle Creek.

*flute and clarinet flourish*

Two men appear in the back. They start forward towards the ring and unroll a white carpet as they go.

Dancers then appear. They…dance. Ballet dancers show up…they…ballet?

Little children walk up the white carpet and drop rose petals.

Some guy lets loose some pigeons…we’re not sure just how they’ll get out of the building.

PCW CEO Barack Obama then makes his way to the ring surrounded by his aides and second in command Joe Biden.

Obama climbs into the ring with the official microphone of the PCW CEO and begins to speak.

PCW CEO Obama: Okay. Sorry to interrupt but I have a couple of announcements to make. First, I have just issued an executive order to terminate the employment of referee Corrina Romanov.

The PCW fans voice their disapproval at the news.

PCW CEO Obama: It’s clear that, through Romanov, Vladimir Putin and the Russians unduly influenced the CEO match between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. In taking this action, I have sent a stern message to Russia that we will not stand for this type of interference. The PCW Executive Committee has unanimously supported this action.

Second in Command Biden claps his hands in agreement.

PCW CEO Obama: In doing so, I am sending a powerful message that in the final days of my tenure, I will not allow-

The video screen comes to life and a tweet appears from Donald Trump. It reads: “One of my first acts once I take power on January 20th will be to rehire Russian referee Corrina Romanov.”

PCW CEO Obama: *clears throat*…as I was saying, as of today Corrina Romanov will no longer referee PCW matches. The second announcement I am making tonight is to confirm the participants in tonight’s PCW Tag Team Title match. After giving the matter due thought and consideration, I have decided- in consultation with the PCW Executive Committee- that the match will feature: James the Jeep Worker and the Ultimate Social Justice Warrior, representing the Progressive Alliance versus Starz N. Stripes and Kirk Walstreit of the American Patriots.

Phil Finebaum immediately steps forward with his arms spread wide- clearly questioning why the SEC are being left out.

The video screen fires up once again. Another tweet appears from Donald Trump. “Only two teams again. Not fair to leave out the Les Miserables or even the SEC from the tag team title match.”

Obama sees Trump’s tweet and shakes his head.

PCW CEO Obama: Okay. The final announcement I need to make tonight is about the main event later on in the show. Tonight, new PCW Champion William Daniels Bryan will face the number one contender for the PCW title ‘One Man Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism.

Chism pumps his fist.

PCW CEO Obama: I have also signed another executive order banning the Les Miserables from ringside during the match. We will see how Bryan fares when he has to take on Stone Chism in a one on one-

The video screen interrupts again. Donald Trump tweets: “Belay that. We will determine a proper #1 contender for the title once I take office.”

PCW CEO Obama: Belay that belay. Mr. Trump needs to understand here is that there is only one PCW CEO at a time.

Video screen: “Belay the belay of the belay.”

PCW CEO Obama: No…belay the belay-

Video screen: “Belay!”

PCW CEO Obama: Belay of the belay-

Video screen: “Belay!”

PCW CEO Obama: Belay that be-

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A very unhappy PCW Owner Dawn McGill walks out from the back waving her hand in the air.

PCW Owner Dawn McGill

Dawn McGill: Okay…just shut it down. Stop the music.

The music is quickly cut off.

Dawn McGill: Okay let me get this straight. We’ve just had a twenty minute segment of nothing but talk and revolving heads just…talking? What the hell are we? The WWE?

Dawn looks out at the crowd on hand for affirmation.

Dawn McGill: I’d rather go back and watch Mariah Carey’s New Year’s Eve lip-synching trainwreck on an endless loop instead of having to suffer through you guys talking and talking and talking again.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”

Dawn McGill: All right! I think we’re all had enough of the gridlock and we’ve wasted enough time here already. So here’s what we’re going to do. Next week on PCW Extreme Political TV, ‘The Wall Street Market Analyst with the Man Crush on ESPN’s Kirk Herbstreit’ Kirk Walstreit from the American Patriots and the ‘One Man Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism from the Progressive Alliance will meet with the winner becoming the number one contender for the PCW Title.

McGill pauses for the crowd’s applause.

Dawn McGill: Also next week on PCW Extreme Political TV, a tag team champion will be crowned. James the Jeep Worker and the Ultimate Social Justice Warrior of the Progressive Alliance…the American Patriots Starz N. Stripes and Magnum P.O.’d…Charlie Blackwell and ‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay from the Les Miserables…A.J. Alabama and Stevie ‘War’ Eagles from the Sports Entertainment Corporation-

A.J. Alabama: ROLL TIDE!

Stevie ‘War’ Eagles: WAR EAGLE!

A.J. Alabama: ROLL TIDE!

Stevie ‘War’ Eagles: WAR EAGLE!

A.J. Alabama: ROLL-

Dawn McGill: ENOUGH!

Phil Finebaum steps in between the two bickering Alabama/Auburn rivals and maneuvers A.J. Alabama away from Eagles.

Dawn McGill: As I was saying…those four teams and PCW Originals the Goatbusters will battle it out.

McGill again looks out to the crowd for their reaction.

Dawn McGill: That’s right, five teams enter but only one team will leave the ring as the new PCW Tag Team champions.

And with that final statement, McGill drops the mic and departs.

NEW PCW MANAGER E.J. FLACK DEBUTS

E.J. Flack

Flack is in the ring. McGill is standing back along the ropes and watching.

E.J. Flack: …forget about ‘rowing the boat,’ sometimes in life, you have to face the big monster thingy. Sometimes in life, you have to take on something that’s bigger than you even if its huge tusks can shred you to bits in seconds…even if its jagged teeth can tear through you like a hot knife through warm butter. Sometimes when you’re climbing life’s mountain and come up against insurmountable odds, you have to…

Flack points to the Garthok insignia on his jacket.

E.J. Flack: …‘Narfle the Garthok!’

McGill mouths ‘narfle the garthok?’

That’s okay, several people in the crowd also mouth ‘narfle the garthok?’

E.J. Flack: That’s right. You have to Narfle the Garthok! Why? Because a garthok eats an oar for a snack. He uses an oar as frickin’ toothpick. A garthok runs into a fight, not away. A garthok eats difficult conversations, and people, like fat people chew through a breakfast burrito at the local McDonald’s. I can promise you this, folks, I am here in PCW to bring this message- whoever I end up managing will to find a way to out-care everyone else, out-give everybody else, and out-how everybody else. Whoever I manage will somehow find a way to- NARFLE THE GARTHOK!

AND OF COURSE, AN APPEARANCE BY RAH!

FULL RESULTS FROM PCW’s BATTLE CREEK, MICHIGAN HOUSE SHOW -Jill Berg defeated the Millennial Man-The Green World Order (GreenPete/’Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee/’Radishing’ Rick Rube-Agronomist) vs. ‘Not Just Intolerable…Not Just Unbearable…He is…’ Justin Sufferable/Mike the Mechanic/’No Frill’s Chris Escondido)- time limit draw -Rah! defeated The Fainting Goat Kid-A.J. Alabama/Stevie ‘War’ Eagles (Sports Entertainment Corporation) defeated Farmer John/Brad Company -James the Jeep Worker/Ultimate Social Justice Warrior defeated The Goatbusters (Peter Jenkman/Ray Scantz)-‘One Man Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism (Progressive Alliance) defeated Brad Company-Kirk Walstreit (American Patriots) defeated ‘The Bureaucrat’ Andy Riley-MAIN EVENT: Starz N. Stripes/Magnum P.O.’d (American Patriots) defeated Charlie Blackwell/’Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay (Les Miserables)

NEXT WEEK ON PCW EXTREME POLITICAL TV- JANUARY 15TH

PCW TITLE #1 CONTENDERS MATCH:Kirk Walstreit (American Patriots) vs. ‘One Man Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism (Progressive Alliance)

PCW TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH:James the Jeep Worker/Ultimate Social Justice Warrior (Progressive Alliance) Starz N. Stripes and Magnum P.O.’d (American Patriots) Charlie Blackwell and ‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay (Les Miserables) A.J. Alabama and Stevie ‘War’ Eagles (Sports Entertainment Corporation) The Goatbusters (PCW Originals)

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