#rachel’s entire being was gorgeous

[mauradersdaughter]

From all of the romantic interests on Gilmore Girls, we have to be honest: Rachel was the healthiest character. She realized her mistake and tried to have another chance with Luke by doing the right thing. The moment she noticed that she didn’t have a chance with Luke because he was in love with Lorelai, she didn’t push, she chose to remove herself from the narrative. She didn’t just grab her things and left, she packed and waited for Luke, explained to him why she was leaving and gave him advice with Lorelai. Do you wanna know why her skin was glowing, her hair beautiful and her entire aura was magnifying? Because she was a healthy woman! She was confident, gentle, thoughtful and honestly the best romantic interest in the show. Rachel is one of those types of women that you should look up to, especially being in a relationship. And also, the only character that knew what communicating was.

[ayyy-pee]

𝔼𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝟘.𝟝 - 𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜

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Pairing: JJK Men x Female Reader

Episode Summary: After a drunken night of binge watching your (least?) favorite show, you find yourself making a grave mistake.

STORY TWIST: READERS WILL VOTE AFTER CERTAIN CHAPTERS TO CHOOSE WHO GETS A ROSE AND MAKES IT TO THE NEXT WEEK. KEEP A LOOKOUT FOR THE VOTING LINK AT THE END OF CHAPTERS

Story Warning: DRAMA, lying and scheming, REVERSE HAREM, profanity bc I can only be me, arguments, fights probably, heartbreak and tears, (more to come)

Artist Credit: momoya348, Umbra3terna, ilameys,maoyaoyao519, _0_0219 Divider Credit: Cafekitsune (Tumblr)

A/N: IT'S FINALLY HEREEEEEE! I hope you guys enjoy this ride (that you're in charge of in later chapters!!!) I'll put up Episode 1 tomorrow after proofreading!!! <3

“God, this show is so stupid,” you mutter, shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth while you get settled onto the couch.

“Please…It’s so bad, but I tune in to every season.”

You glance over when your friend reaches into your lap and dips her fingers into your bowl of popcorn and grabs a few kernels.

That was the perfect way to describe what was happening now. You’re currently huddled up on the couch, having spent the day binging the most recent season of The Bachelor until you’re all caught up. The new episode airs tonight and you’re eager to see who Joey ends up picking. Will it be Rachel? She’s gorgeous, funny, and her family seems to really get along with this season’s Bachelor. They have great chemistry. Or maybe it will be Daisy? Though you couldn’t see that working out. The girl is a total bore. Or it could be…what’s her name again? The one who looks a little bit like she could be his sister. Ah, whatever.

You’re not sure when you really began to even give a shit about this mess of a show. It’s corny. No one falls in love within a few weeks of knowing each other. And why does one man or woman need to date twenty people to find someone to marry? Are they that unlikeable in the real world? Not to mention, it’s totally unrealistic. Do these relationships even work out once the cameras cut off? Unlikely. You find the entire premise of the show downright stupid.

And yet, you can’t tear your eyes away as this season’s Bachelor takes each girl out on an extravagant date that…you can’t lie, you would love to be on.

Dancing in Malta? Sunbathing on a yacht off the coast of Spain? Getting to see Niagara Falls up close? Sign you up. You don’t think you would stand a chance being the object of everyone’s affection, but you could definitely milk being a contestant for free trips and good food.

“Why can’t he see that Rachel is the best pick here? Ugh, annoying. You know he’s going to give what’s-her-name the last rose.” Your friend downs her wine in one swig and you don’t bother to hold back the laugh bubbling in your chest. She’s all red faced. You’re not sure if it’s from how passionate she is about the show or from the two empty bottles of merlot she’s managed to down practically on her own, but the glowing hue it gives her highlights the thick scar across her face. A product of her line of work, and said line of work being the reason she’s guzzling wine in the first place.

“Maybe take it easy on the drinks, Utahime.”

She hiccups next to you, slouching in her seat. “I haven’t even had that much to drink!”

“You’ve had most of the wine just on your own!”

“Oh my god, you have one or nine glasses of wine and suddenly you’re wasted,” she mutters sarcastically. “I’m fine.”

You roll your eyes, because you know there’s no going back and forth with her stubborn ass when she starts drinking. 

The living room dims for about three seconds before it lights back up, the show now having gone on commercial break. The rose ceremony is next and despite shit-talking the show only ten minutes ago, you’re eager for the commercials to wrap up so you can see who goes home. It better not be Rachel. You use this brief intermission to go and get some water for yourself but mostly Utahime so she can sober up.

This has been your routine for the last few weeks. Every Monday night, Utahime comes over, peels you out of your bed and forces you on the couch to chug alcohol and watch this ridiculous show. While you find the entire premise of the show nonsensical, you’re grateful for the time it’s given you with Utahime.

You’re fairly new to the Kyoto area and Utahime was the first person you’d met on your first day at your new – how can you put this? – unique job. You see, you and Utahime both work in the field of Jujutsu sorcery. But there’s about where your similarities in the field stop.

Utahime is an active Sorcerer. She’s an instructor raising up the next generation of Sorcerers, building them up so that they can one day join the frontlines to protect the unaware non-Sorcerers of Japan. She’s strong– a grade 1 Sorcerer. Quite impressive. She could easily knock a curse’s head off if she wanted to.

But you? Well, while Utahime is at the top of the ranks of Jujutsu society, you are what some would refer to as a bottomfeeder – an unranked, unimportant, lowly Window. You’re someone who has just enough cursed energy to see a curse. But can you do anything about them? Not unless you want to end up in the nearest trauma center. So if you’re smart, you’ll do your job and whip your phone out to report it so that the real Sorcerers can handle it.

You’ve been in this field for several years now, but working outside of the major cities of Japan. Transferring to Kyoto was your idea of wanting something new and different. Utahime had quickly taken you under her wing. You were certain it was because she took pity on you. A weak, barely gifted Window. But as time went on, you came to realize that that was just Utahime. She was kind and funny, and had a good heart. Well, except when it came to –

“Hey!” Utahime calls from her spot on the couch. You can hear a slur in her words as she speaks and you know she’s opened yet another bottle of wine from who knows where. “Come here! Look at this!” You peer at the television from the doorway of your kitchen and see Utahime has it paused on a very ugly ad. It’s bright white with a background full of red rose petals across the screen. Your eyes roam over the words.

“THE SEARCH IS ON FOR THE ELIGIBLE WOMEN WHO ARE READY TO FIND TRUE LOVE! DO YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW HAVE THE CHARM, STYLE, AND PERSONALITY TO BE OUR NEXT STAR? IF SO, APPLY OR NOMINATE SOMEONE NOW!”

“Will you hurry up? Come look!” Utahime demands, messily pouring more wine into her glass. But it looks like a normal advertisement to you, so you’re not entirely sure what has Utahime’s interest so piqued.

She beckons you again, yelling “Come here!” So you quickly grab a couple bottles of water from your fridge and head back. Utahime is pointing insistently at the screen. “Look. Look really hard.”

You follow the path where her finger points, shuffling closer to the t.v. to get a clearer look. It takes a moment for you to see it, like really see it, but it’s definitely there. Underneath the last line, hidden from the eyes of those unable to see the horrors that you and those like Utahime can, is another message. You fall to your knees, eyes glued to the tiny additional message floating beneath, glowing with cursed energy that reads, “JUJUTSU SorcererS PREFERRED”. 

Confusion slowly takes over your features, the corners of your lips turning down with a frown, a brow arched and skepticism in your eyes. Were you missing something? Was this some sick joke? Were Jujutsu Sorcerers huge fans of The Bachelor or something? You spin around to face your friend who has a look of mischief twinkling in her eyes. You know it all too well, mouth falling open and a finger pointing when you scream “NO” at the exact moment Utahime yells “YOU SHOULD APPLY!”

“Absolutely not!” You must be looking at Utahime like she’s grown two more heads because she looks just as confused as you.

“Why not?! You’d be great on there!”

Maybe she hasn’t grown two more heads. Maybe her brain was swapped while you were in the kitchen because why the hell was she suggesting this?

“Well, for starters, I’m not really looking to date.”

Utahime rolls her eyes, as if that’s just not a good enough excuse. You should just ignore her, snatch the remote from her hand and hit play so you can get back to the show and see who this guy chooses to potentially get engaged to. But for some reason (could be the single drop of wine your friend allowed you to have while she downed the rest), you feel the need to keep listing off reasons to not sign up. “Secondly, I– why would I even want to go on this show?”

Utahime sips her wine, eyes low as she falls into her drunkenness, but you can still see the sparkle of mischief in those brown hues…and it scares you. So you keep talking, chatting away and listing excuse after excuse to your friend, eventually finding yourself back on the couch trying to drive your final point home.

“Besides, they want Sorcerers.” This seems to get Utahime’s attention again, makes her set her glass down as she looks at you.

“I’m sure it’s fine. You are a Sorcerer.”

“I’m a Window.”

“Semantics. You can see curses, can’t you?” Utahime argues.

“...yes.” You shift uncomfortably in your seat. “But I can’t do anything about them.”

It’s not something you should be ashamed of, but there’s just the tiniest bit of you that is ashamed. Because being able to see these monsters and not having the power to do anything about them…well, it feels like a curse in and of itself.

To this, she sighs. “Sorcerers, Windows. They’re just terms used by the higher-ups to keep their stupid, fucked up heirarchy intact.”

You know it’s the wine that’s loosened her tongue. In public, Utahime would not dare to speak so freely. The Jujutsu politics in Kyoto were a lot stricter than they were in Tokyo. Not that that said much anyway. The politics were shit regardless. But Utahime worked closely with those connected to the higher-ups, so outside of this little bubble in your apartment, she kept pretty hush hush about her true feelings.

You watch Utahime closely as she fiddles with her wine glass. She really is beautiful. You think she’d be incredible on a show like this. Which gives you the idea.

“What don’t you apply?”

Utahime leans back, a cackle so loud and abrupt leaving her tiny body.

“No way. I would never date any of these Sorcerers.”

“And you want me to?!” You ask incredulously. You don’t know whether to be offended or not.

Your friend fixes you with a deadpan stare. “You don’t know them the way I do. The only good one out of all of them is Nanami Kento…and Shoko.” She mutters the last name quietly, like it’s a secret that she thinks so highly of her. And maybe it is a secret…the way she feels about the doctor in Tokyo who you couldn’t help but notice has Utahime’s cheeks glowing red whenever she’s mentioned.

“Besides,” Utahime continues. “If I signed up for this and got paired with Gojo –” she shudders at the mere thought of being near the man. “I don’t think I’d be able to keep myself from projectile vomiting just at the prospect of having to kiss him.”

It’s your turn to laugh obnoxiously now, because – “Why the hell would the strongest Sorcerer in a thousand years sign up for this shit? You don’t think he has anything better to do? Like, you know…keep all of Japan safe?”

“Satoru Gojo does whatever Satoru Gojo wants.”

You can’t argue with that. Utahime would know best. She did grow up with him after all. She knew him well. You’ve never met the man, being just a Window, you doubt you ever will. Out of all the Sorcerers, you’ve only ever met Utahime and Principal Gakuganji. You’ve never even met any of the students. You all run in different circles, but that doesn't mean you don’t keep up with the going-ons of the Jujutsu world. Everyone knows Satoru Gojo.

“You should really sign up, though,” Utahime suggests once more. “You might meet a good person. If anything, you’ll get a good vacation out of it.” With that, she stands. It’s clear that the wine is hitting her again, because she wobbles clumsily to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

If it’s anything like every other week before this, you’ll be peeling Utahime out of your bathtub because she will have inevitably fallen asleep.

Your eyes fall back on the hidden message on the television, reading it over and over before you finally just hit play and let the finale finish.

Joey chooses whatever that girl’s name is. You’re only halfway paying attention because against your better judgment, you’re actually thinking about applying to this. But you think the show is stupid, right? Why would you waste your time? But what if Utahime is right? What if you do meet someone? It’s not that you’re against dating. You’re just not actively in the market for romance because you’ve found that dating non-Sorcerers is more stress than it’s worth.

The constant obligation you feel to regulate their emotions so you can avoid the creation of a cursed spirit that you’ll have to call in and do paperwork for? Exhausting. Not to mention, if you ever grew to truly love this person, you’d be overwhelmed with guilt if a curse manifested and harmed them in any way and you couldn’t do anything but watch in horror as you made a phone call.

You’d never really given any thought to it, but perhaps dating a Sorcerer is what you needed. You could end up meeting an amazing man!

But also, semantics or not, you were not technically a Sorcerer. You were simply a Window. Why the hell would an actual Sorcerer want to be with you? Better yet, what were the chances of this show even choosing you as their next Bachelorette?

- - - - - -

Apparently, the chances were extremely high, because one phone call, four video interviews, a nearly five hour drive from Kyoto to Tokyo, and days of promotional video and photo shoots later, you find yourself standing outside of the Bachelor Mansion, donning the most expensive gown that money could buy.

This is not what you expected. Not at all. There is so much going on. You want to run and hide from every single camera you see being propped up. You want to curl into yourself when the lights come on and the director calls, “Action!” And you see some man you’re just meeting for the first time approaching as he speaks directly to the camera.

“...and she’ll be making history tonight as The Bachelorette’s first Jujutsu Sorcerer,” you hear him tell the camera as he stops just a few feet short of you. Tall, blonde and handsome. He looks like an American football player. “I’m Jesse Palmer, ladies and gentleman. Now, let’s meet our Bachelorette!”

He turns to you, wearing a bright smile. The cameras follow, moving closer to catch a close-up of your face, so you smile as naturally as you can and try not to flinch when Jesse moves forward to embrace you in a swift hug.

Jesse calls your name as though you’ve been friends for a long time. “So nice to finally see you. You look great.”

The camera pans down your body and back up to your face. “Likewise, Jesse.”

“How’re you feeling?” he asks.

“I’m nervous! Definitely nervous, but feeling good! I’m so excited for this,” you lie. You’re dreading this process. But it’s too late to back out now. So you just hold your smile, conversing politely as Jesse makes small talk and gets to know you before the first contestant pulls up.

And you hope that if Utahime is watching, she sees the message behind your eyes screaming that you’re absolutely going to kill her.

[genericpuff]

LO Art Analysis (or: A Real Example of Why You Shouldn't Use Multiply for Everything)

I've obviously been spending a lot of time recreating LO art and in that time, I think I've really cracked open some of modern LO's problems with its art. This is a lengthy post so turn on some lo-fi, grab some popcorn and strap in.

One thing in particular that I'm very eager to talk about (and go off about) is Rachel's use of color language and shading.

THERE WILL BE BRIEF FASTPASS PANELS AHEAD IN THIS ANALYSIS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

One of the key things that most people seem to agree on when it comes to LO's current art quality is the lack of color language. Back in S1, we had colors that seemed to jump off the page, with gorgeous rendering that created panels that were vast and beautiful to take in. It didn't matter if the anatomy was wonky or if the backgrounds were translated directly from Google Sketchup, the color and compositions made up for its flaws and created unique vignettes that individually contributed to what we found so special about LO back in those days.

That last one especially is still hands-down one of the most well-known and influential LO panels out of the entire series. Many a phone background its graced (my own included, I've literally had this as my phone background for like 3 years now) and it serves as a beautiful standalone example of the mood and emotions LO used to convey. You don't need to know the context of the scene, you don't need to know the characters, the mere posing and color choice alone is enough to invoke a reaction from the viewer. It doesn't even have a lot of shading or final rendering, the composition and texturing is all it needs.

So why does a simple panel like that work, but panels like these don't?

I have such beef with this panel because it does the complete opposite of what the famous Tower 4 panel achieves - it puts on full display everything wrong with LO's current art style, from its character posing to its color language aaaall the way to its final rendering.

First off, the character posing and framing. I finally figured out what RS' male characters have been suffering from lately, and it's a phenomenon that I'm sure many of you will be able to recognize right away.

Seth Macfarlane Syndrome.

You might not watch Family Guy, you might not watch American Dad, or the Cleveland Show, but you'll know exactly what I mean when I talk about Seth MacFarlane Syndrome. It's the stiffness, the lack of movement or bend in joints, the boring posing of characters standing with their arms flatly at their sides and their entire body facing the same direction, eyes unblinking - and when they speak, heads slightly tilting, mouths always being conformed to the same default shapes, while the arms do something random and unrelated to create the illusion of natural movement.

This has been an issue in LO for a while now, incredibly flat posing that lacks any sort of dynamic curvature to it, but it's best exemplified by that Ares panel above because holy shit does he ever look like Stan Smith in it. Boxy shoulders with arms that appear to be WAY too short hanging off the side, elbows flattened, hands straightened out, no natural shaping whatsoever.

But that's not the crux of the issue I want to touch on today.

No, the worst offense of this panel is that it indirectly proves what I've been suspicious of for a while now.

To explain real quick for context, there's this thing in digital art called Blend Modes. It's essentially a basic function in digital art that allows you to change the properties of layers for the purpose of shading, rendering, whatever have you. Most of these Blend Modes are the same across all digital art programs, things like Multiply, Screen, Color Dodge, etc. are all fairly basic tools in the digital artist's toolkit but all have an INCREDIBLY high ceiling of mastery - meaning, blend modes are easy to use on a basic level, but require a lot of skill and understanding of color language to utilize to their full potential. Using them right can transform a passable piece of work into a great one - on the flipside, using them wrong can take a passable piece of work and piss all over it.

The one I want to focus on in this post is Multiply. I use this blend mode myself quite often, it basically 'multiplies' the properties of the layers below it, taking whatever colors are below and 'doubling' them to create darker tones. This makes it a go-to for shading.

But the issue with Multiply is that it often ends up being used when it's not supposed to be. Or rather, people starting out will often use it as a substitute for shading when you'd be better off using your own hand-picked colors. I've got characters with skin tones that I can shade with the same color set to Multiply, zero issues, because the base tone is one that doubles well, it creates a nice rich tone on top that's perfect for shading.

But do you know the one color that DOESN'T multiply well?

Yellow.

Yellow is NOT a color you can just multiply, not without the final result looking flat and almost putrid. Most people will thus recommend you shade yellow with other colors along the same side of the color wheel, including oranges and reds. This is precisely why knowing color theory is such an important skill even in digital art, because using Blend Modes improperly can create flat tones that can ruin a final composition.

Going back to that Ares panel...

Again, I've had this suspicion for a while, especially when looking at panels of Persephone (*pink is ALSO a color that doesn't multiply well)

So I put it to the test. I took the original panel, sampled the yellow, and overlaid it with Multiply to see what I'd get.

Fam.

That putrid deep yellow that I mixed above is literally NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS WITH WHAT I EYEDROPPED FROM THE PANEL. Copy and paste that and eyedrop it yourself if you want to see it with your own eyes. It's pretty obvious she did the same thing with Hera as well, you can tell her skin tone has been set to multiply and repainted with the same color, same as with her jacket.

They are using Multiply layers for everything as the default. This is not how Multiply is intended to be used - it's lazy shortcutting that's resulting in flat, boring, ugly compositions.

RS has stated herself that she 'changed' how LO is drawn to help 'streamline' the process for her assistants. This isn't streamlining. This is cutting corners.

Streamlining would be having color palettes to refer to during the coloring and shading process. I use them myself for characters that I CAN'T multiply-shade, I literally have characters whose skin tones are too light and yellow-toned for it - using Multiply would wash out their tones and make them look flat and sickly so I have to use a separate color from a different part of the color wheel to shade them (usually a darker tone of red/orange).

Rachel, babe, this isn't streamlining, this is just taking shortcuts to the point of sabotaging your own work. You can't sit there and tell me THAT looks good and is worth the 'streamlining' when panels like THESE used to exist:

Turn off the Multiply layers and color your characters for once, please, I'm begging you. This is such a rookie move for someone who claims to be a professional (and regularly brags about the awards she's won); not to mention a tragic fall from grace because we know Rachel can and has produced better work than this in the past. She knows color language, she knows how to paint, so why is she resorting to shortcuts like this? She has an entire team of people and yet she's still consistently behind enough in her buffer - or just doesn't care enough anymore - that she's resorting to lazy amateur tactics like using Multiply for everything.

And on the off chance that she ever sees this, Rachel, it's not even that hard to use proper colors. You've done it before, you should already have the color palettes available to you.

(P.S. One handy-dandy experiment to tell if your Multiply layers are failing you is the desaturation test. You'll notice that drawings being made primarily with Multiply layers will look a lot 'flatter' when desaturated, because the shading is just the same color on top of itself and 'doubled', there isn't any actual value or depth in the shading itself. These are the exact same panels I showed before, RS' on the left and mine on the right, they've just been desaturated to show the difference that proper color choice can make when defining values and tones in shading!)

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

any fics about kurt and blaine being in rival show choirs and any relationship between the two choirs is like against the rules, but they are secretly dating? thank you

Here are some rival show choirs, where they start to get feelings or date! ~Jen

The Funkification of Blaine Warblerby Esperanto 

When Rachel spies on the Warblers to scope out their competition for Sectionals, she is alarmed to discover how talented they are. Determined to get the edge for Sectionals, the New Directions decide to take a page out of Vocal Adrenaline’s playbook and pull off a “funkification” of their own that starts Kurt and Blaine off on entirely the wrong foot.

~~~~~

Sabotageby @chasingkerouacwrites

The NYADA Adam’s Apples know that the stiffest competition for Nationals this year will come from their very own neighbor, the NYU Vocal Effects. Kurt, a member of the Adam’s Apples, knows that the path to victory runs straight through Vocal Effects’ newest musical weapon – Blaine Anderson. Sure practice makes perfect, but sometimes a competition this important calls for a little… sabotage.

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Lima/Heights Junction by @quizasvivamos​

Just as summer vacation is winding down, a fire leaves the kids of Lima Heights without a high school to return to. While necessary repairs are being made, its rival school McKinley High opens its doors to the students of the adjacent town. An inevitable clashing takes place, and tensions run high, but can they find a common ground to overcome their differences to survive this temporary hardship?

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Like Birds Of A Featherby CoffeeAddict80/ @caramelcoffeeaddict

When Blaine Anderson met Kurt Hummel, he was surprised that his sister, Rachel Berry, had never mentioned her amazing - and gorgeous - best friend to him before. He was even more surprised to learn that Rachel had kept Blaine a secret from all of her friends as well.

Soon after their initial meeting, they learn that Dalton & McKinley will be facing-off against one another at Sectionals, forcing them to keep their rapidly growing friendship under-wraps until after the competition.

But what will Rachel have to say about all of this when she finds out?

~~~~~

The Walls Keep Our Secret by thesoundofmeaning

AU: Kurt Hummel is a member of the New Directions of McKinley HS and Blaine Anderson is a member of the Warblers of Dalton Academy. The schools’ show choirs have been feuding for years and it is a rule that members never associate with each other. But when Kurt and Blaine have a chance encounter that could change their lives forever, will they give all of that up for their groups?

[morimess]

I just watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and I have to rant about it real quick.

Spoilers under the cut for those who want to see it- I HIGHLY recommend the movie btw.

-So, first off THE MUSIC IS SPECTACULAR. The scene where Lucy Gray is covered in the snakes is *chef's kiss*. Apparently for every song, it was a live performance by Rachel Ziegler, and she fucking nailed it.

I've seen a couple people criticize some of the songs as taking melodies from other IRL folk songs- but honestly, I don't see this as a bad thing as a lot of those original songs have probably been forgotten as this is YEARS in the future. Music evolves, and certain chords and beats will stay long after words are forgotten.

-Her dress is gorgeous- all of the costumes are awesome. I think I made one comment on how the school uniform looks a bit weird, but I quickly got over it.

-Flickerman is actually really funny- I thought he would be annoying as a bit character- but he did get a couple laughs out of me. (Which makes me feel bad because people were dying in those scenes, but at the same time- I think that's a commentary for another time.)

-Arachne's death was absolutely deserved.

-Wovey's death was absolutely tragic

-The drones were *menaces* and I LOVED IT- it was so fucking funny to me to see them flying around and nailing people square in the chest- or knocking people tf over.

-I love how Lucy Gray immediately called bull on Snow's "the third person I killed was my old self."

-THE OLD HOB WAS AWESOME!! The mood in the tavern was so cozy and joyful, and it is EXACTLY what I imagined the Hadestown speakeasy looks like when Persephone is singing "Our Lady of the Underground"

-That being said- I wish we got the scene where they burn it down for being the heart of rebellion.

-I didn't like the change they made to Jessup's rabies. He was supposed to get it while at the capital. That bite was supposed to be after their first night in the zoo, where they thought a rat bit him (later speculated to be a raccoon). I don't like how it was changed to a bat bite while on the train.

The whole point of it in the book was supposed to emphasize the propaganda that's even being forced onto capital citizens- not just district citizens- that the capital is utopian.

"There is no rabies in the capital anymore- we got rid of it within *our* borders. It must have come from those *filthy* districts. Look at how it turns him even more *animalistic.*"

But instead, they change the bite to be from a bat while they were on the train. To me, that seems too close to "the rabies came from the districts." (Even if it was a capital train.)

Like, at the start of the movie, we are treated to an absolute rollercoaster as they try to set up everything that was going wrong in the capital during the war in the span of 5 minutes. One of these being a dog who's foaming at the mouth. I entirely expected that bite to happen within the zoo with that kind of set up.

There could have even been really interesting pay-off for it too. Other students seeing the foaming, freaking out, and almost panicking because "rabies is back." (Hell, even have Flickerman seem spooked by it). SELL HOW DANGEROUS THIS DISEASE IS/ SEEMS TO THEM. Because they lived through it. Most people in the capital probably have a horror story involved with a rabies encounter, because of how rampant it apparently was in the capital.

-The same can also be said about Dill- I don't like how blaise they were about her constant cough, and possible tuberculosis. That shit kills- they would not be casual about being near her. (Though the absolutely would make jokes in her expense)

-Reaper could have been more of a dick. In book, he actually says "I'm sorry I'm going to have to kill you all." (In response Jessup spits in his face- which causes Reaper to ALSO contract rabies, but that's neither here nor there). He honestly isn't too threatening other than a quick jump scare when his mentor is first talking to him.

He's honestly more of a gentle giant? In a way? Like, he pairs with Dill and after she dies, collects all the bodies around the arena in a row and covers them. He isn't the same threat that he was in the books.

-I would have preferred if we went in the arena with a count of how many tributes were left. I think 22 were still alive? But it was really hard to keep track. I know in the book between the rough handling, the Arachne incident, and the bombing- both the mentor and tribute pool slimmed significantly before the games even started. But in the movie I think only 2 tributes actually died before the games.

-As far as that rollercoaster at the beginning- it throws a LOT of information at you all at once- and not all of it is mentioned again. Especially not the cannibalism- which I feel could have been changed a bit?

-We didn't get much about Snow's peers, which is a shame since he has SO MUCH that he thinks about each one of them and their backgrounds in the books.

-Clemensia's poisoning should have been more colorful, and could have been WAY more grotesque. I'm talking a rainbow of mottled skin spreading up her arm until her face swells shut. We also should have gotten confirmation on whether or not she died.

It would have been more satisfying if during Snow's hospitalization, he tried to see her, only to find those golden scales covering her body and turning her eyes yellow like in the book.

-I wish Maude Ivory was more of a character- she's one of the main reasons it's theorized The Hanging Tree and other songs by Lucy Gray are remembered.

-In the book, in that last conversation with the doctor, she tells Snow that she will never replay the footage of the 10th games. There's too much rebellion attached to it. I wish that line has been kept- that way his thoughts of "People will forget her" actually have a bit more weight.

-I wish we had seen more of Sejanus' mom- just to see what costumes would have done with her dresses.

-I wish we saw more of Tigris' designs, or heard more of her struggles with her boss- just a mention of what she had to do to keep the House of Snow on top.

I think that's it for now? I just watched it last night, so some things need a bit longer to be thought about, but in general I just want MORE.

[winns-stuff]

LO RELATED:

Bitch.. The girls are not happy about this award and I can understand why, I’ve been lurking and cackling at this for the past couple of days because it’s just so incredibly unexpected honestly. I didn’t think people would actually be upset since everyone’s always praised the comic and it’s feats.

It is so refreshing for people to be over this comic, it seems like you can never say anything that isn’t positive about Lore Olympus and it’s so weird. It’s okay to say that something is declining and it’s completely fine to state your opinions and point out flaws. Especially because of webtoons phony and soulless process of even picking Lore Olympus anyways, like come on.. Lore Olympus? There’s been tons of upcoming series and continuing series that are so much better with only one or two writers working on the comic, they deserve way more recognition than Lore Olympus which can’t even read through the comic to fix typos and finish panels. It’s sloppy and lazy and it shouldn’t have gotten that award, it’s a slap in the face to the thousands of creators who actually care about not only their story but also their fans enough to be handling their stories with care and articulate gorgeous masterpieces. All of these creators working their asses off, half of the time with little to no pay, while Lore Olympus gets these huge awards with terrible writing, no worldbuilding, bad character design, and all in all a critically failing story is insulting honestly.

Besides, y’all should be wanting Rachel to better herself. Stop giving her so much praise and kissing her ass when she’s not even trying on this comic, it’s just so annoying because while everyone loves to talk about the potential Lore Olympus has (not coming for anyone by the way) no one actually pushes Rachel to hold that standard. Whenever Lore Olympus falls short she gets unwavering praise which is only enabling her to continue to do a half assed job of this comic.

Anyways, with that being said this entire award situation (If y’all ever watched Rupaul’s drag race you’ll understand my reference) reminds me exactly of the reunion where Valentina gets the crown of Miss Congeniality and everyone called bullshit and instead deemed her Fan Favorite. It’s literally the same thing in my eyes.

[negative-speedforce]

Alright, your turn! If YOUR OCs starred in a movie, who would you pick to play them?

(I know you have a ton of OCs, feel free to just do the ones you can come up with a good answer for - I struggled to pick people for this and I have like half the OCs you do lol)

Alright so some of these people aren't actors or anything but they're definitely who I imagine the characters looking like-

Siv: Romy Flores, 100%. She's got the face, the nose, the "don't give a fuck" attitude. All she'd really need is gray contact lenses and either a haircut or a short wig.

Hailey: Lynk Lee isn't 100% perfect for Hailey, since Hailey has a more stocky, muscular build, but in the hypothetical movie, if she were to do some weight training, she could definitely do Hailey justice. Also, she'd need green/blue contacts for Hailey's post-death heterochromatic eyes.

Jay: Elliot Fletcher is the closest I can get to how I imagine Jay looking, though I would hypothetically want to cast someone who was both transmasc and physically disabled, since Jay is both.

Cassandra: Halle is absolutely perfect for Cassandra- though if she were to play the role, she'd need violet contacts for Cassandra's magic-corrupted eyes.

Arya: Cayley Spivey, 100%! This, but with elf ears and a shaggy mullet! (fun fact: Spivey was the fancast for Siv's original design)

Esme: Ava Max is my current fancast for her. She's got the bleach blonde hair, the "party girl" vibe and the angular yet cutesy face.

Gina: Ilianna Ayala Garcia would make a pretty good Gina, imo, though she's a little older than the actual Gina was when she died, what movie doesn't have a 20-something playing a teen?

Ember: Marina Summers, a queen who starred in S1 of Drag Race Philippines, is absolutely perfect for Ember!

Cat: Even though she doesn't necessarily look entirely like Cat, I've never been able to imagine anyone but Anna Cathcart as her. I think its just the vibes lol.

Kyle: This random-ass hockey player from Minnesota, Ryan Johnson, has been my faceclaim for Kyle since I first created the character.

Max: Heng Sokvisal makes a pretty good Max, just slap on a pair of glasses and we're good to go!

Khalil: Shameik Moore makes the perfect Khalil imo. No comments, just vibes. (though since Khalil works as a makeup artist I'd definitely give him some gold eyeliner or something)

Reggie: Winnie Harlow's pretty much perfect for Reggie, though she'd need blue contacts because Reggie has xer dad's eyes.

Ameerah: Amandla Stenberg makes an absolutely amazing Ameerah, I'd definitely want her to have the light blonde hair like in the picture, and she'd need pink contacts to match Ameerah's description.

Rania: Denise Bidot, 10000000%. She's been my faceclaim for her for like, FOREVER.

Director Hawke: Julianne Moore, specifically in her "President Coin" look. Director Hawke was loosely based on President Coin, so I've always imagined her looking somewhat like her.

Meredith: Rachel Zegler, but with glasses and lighter brown hair.

Onnie: Same as Siv lol it's her multiversal variant

Jessi: Same as Esme, multiversal variant

Pippa: Veondre Mitchell is the perfect Pippa! She was actually the one who I initially based Pippa's appearance off of.

Hyun-Ki: Park Sung-Hoon is a pretty good Hyun-Ki. From his dramatic looks to his honestly kinda gorgeous voice. I don't doubt he'd make a great Hyun-Ki

Thalia: Teyonah Parris is Thalia, there's no doubt about it. Ever since I watched Wandavision and saw her as Monica Rambeau, I knew that she'd be perfect to play Thalia in her hypothetical movie.

Reyna: K-Pop soloist AleXa is a pretty good fancast for her, though she'd need some pretty good SFX makeup or CGI due to Reyna being a near-human felid species.

Athena: Alaqua Cox (AKA Echo from Hawkeye) is how I imagine Athena looks, but with a white streak in the front of her hair (and a lot more seductive of an aesthetic)

Laila: Youtuber Beth Crowley is my faceclaim for Laila, though as Laila I'd want her to either don a short bob or a short wig, and amber contacts.

Marie: Mayu Maeshima is a great faceclaim for Marie, though she'd need SFX makeup for Marie's Romulan features and her Borg implants.

Qiara: Due to Qiara's nature as a being of pure energy, she doesn't necessarily take the same form at all times. However, the one she frequents the most could very well be portrayed by Chiquis Rivera.

Liah: Raquel Rodriguez would make a great Liah, she has the right height and build for her, she would just need SFX makeup for Liah's Cardassian features, and hazel contacts.

Samira: Desiree Akhavan would make a pretty good Samira. She definitely fits how I imagine Samira to look, and she's got the right vibe to play her as well.

Sohelia: Golshifteh Farahani is a pretty good faceclaim for Sohelia, though she'd need some light makeup to make her skin more ashy, due to Sohelia being half-vampire.

Vanessa: Storm Reid is absolutely perfect for Vanessa, though for most of the movie she'd be replaced with either a puppet or CGI double for her monster form.

Dolores: Diane Guerrero is perfect for Dolores. She'd just need some minor makeup in order to look more like a vampire, i.e. ashy skin, red eyes, fangs, etc.

I don't have faceclaims for Eric, Jacob, Antonio, Cory, Soraya, Aldrich, Matt, or Victorie yet.

[thesinglesjukebox]

BEYONCÉ - "16 CARRIAGES"

You guessed it! (...did you?) It's B'Day! Let's end it off strong...

[7.44]

Daniel Montesinos-Donaghy: An exponentially stronger B-side to the paint-by-numbers honky-tonk of "Texas Hold 'Em," "16 Carriages" is reminiscent of the widescreen ballads that Beyoncé hasn’t made in some time. There have been slow songs and Quiet Storm tributes, but few all-ages Bold Metaphor jams to flick your lighters up to. Usually, this isn’t my favourite of Knowles’ modes (give it up for a day-one "Halo" sceptic), but the frayed-family narrative and arena-size swell are moving. Compared to "Break My Soul" and its eye-rolling lyrics about quitting dead-end jobs, "16 Carriages" doesn’t make me balk at one of the world’s richest women singing about being “underpaid and overwhelmed." In its earnest hugeness, you can feel the artist reach for the mythic, or a theatrical archetype at the least. It’s strong character work. [7]

Rachel Saywitz: After an album bereft of slow-churning, sob-inducing ballads, it’s very satisfying to hear Beyoncé back in her element with “16 Carriages.” There’s a gorgeous tension to it, a slow buildup rich with narrative interiors—regardless of whether the track is pulled directly from Beyoncé’s life, its story shows in blistered verses frantic with stormy memories and repeated affirmations. I can sense, in her melodies and vocal runs, that there’s a rush to race ahead of the track’s patient lap steel and slow percussion thumps. Her voice grows in power so gradually that when the anticipation finally reaches its peak in that final chorus, it’s hard to feel relief. I want to keep living in the epic fantasy of the song’s tale, where strife is rewarded and fear begets a legacy.  [9]

Hannah Jocelyn: "16 Carriages" is billed as country, but it reminds me more of maximalist chamber pop like Perfume Genius’ No Shape with its drastic dynamic shifts and off-kilter orchestration. Beyoncé’s performance is virtuosic in its relative restraint, letting the crashing horns and strings do the heavy lifting. (Good singing =/= belting everything!) She recasts her history as an underdog story and sells it -- and for what it's worth, getting famous at an early age actually sounds pretty traumatizing! The oddly lo-fi production grounds the narrative. This obviously isn't a truly unpolished Beyoncé -- this is more self-mythologizing -- but it's great storytelling and worldbuilding. "Carriages" can't be narrowed down, always eluding any easy genre tag or even any easy answers in the lyrics. It's been a while since a pop star released something this weird, and even longer since they pulled it off. [10]

Jeffrey Brister: This one feels more in line with my expectations. "16 Carriages" isn't perfect—it has a repetitive melody, doesn't do nearly enough with the bluesy vocal, and feels a lot longer than its 3:53—but there’s enough to make it a distinctively country song. It also makes some smart choices with arrangements and productions -- the slight crunch and airy decay on the drums giving it an off-kilter feel, smartly knowing when to crash into climaxes and pull away to the spare beauty that shows off Bey’s voice. [7]

Dorian Sinclair: Releasing “Texas Hold ‘Em” and “16 Carriages” simultaneously was smart. Where the former is gleefully cluttered, “16 Carriages” is stripped-back and stately, letting the lead vocal line carry the track almost entirely on its own. It’s a risky gambit; the melody is repetitive, and without a commanding performance the song could easily feel stagnant. But we know Beyoncé can deliver a commanding performance, and she does so here, with a precise understanding of how to execute on all those little flutters, and how to make the moments when the melody does break out of its limited range and climb a little higher really feel exciting. It all works right up until the last 45 seconds or so — introducing a new melodic idea so late in the song makes the whole thing feel kind of formless and unstructured and the ending feel notably untidy. This might make more sense on the album, but for now it’s unresolved. [7]

Aaron Bergstrom: It's been almost fifteen years since 30 Rock taught us that "going country" is a totally legitimate career move, and yet I confess that abrupt genre-hopping still makes me question an artist's motives. It's easy to see the commercial justification for Beyoncé finding new worlds to conquer, and I do love that a Black woman succeeding in country music makes some of the worst people in the world tie themselves in knots trying to explain why they're (a) mad about it but (b) somehow not racist. Still, if all we're doing is running it back with banjo instead of house piano, then I can't say I'm all that invested. Luckily, "16 Carriages" shows that there's also an artistic justification: country music can be such a compelling medium for storytelling. This is a song that needs to shake off the dust before it gets going, a song that needs to unfurl itself, unhurried in its presentation. It evokes weatherbeaten grandeur and the way that an unbroken horizon can signify both freedom and isolation, both possibility and emptiness. It drags in places and never reaches a real emotional climax, both of which could be seen as purposeful artistic choices. But ultimately it's undaunted, or at least as undaunted as you can be when it feels like your dreams are escaping.  [7]

TA Inskeep: First of all, this ain't country just because it has some acoustic finger picking in it. This sounds more Lumineers-core to my ears, especially the way it gets stompy as the arrangement gets bigger and swells with strings near its end. The lyric could be more effective with better music and a less sweet vocal. Maybe bring it back for that purported "rock" album and let Jack White go loose, encourage Beyoncé to go full Tina Turner -- that'd work. [5]

Brad Shoup: Genius is calling this a "classic country anthem," which may be true if your classic country stops at "An American Trilogy". When the symphony blares down the steel, it feels like the song taking its true intended form. She's going asking it to hold up so much, so quickly: origin story and present-day triumph and private burdens. That may be the most classic country thing about it, actually. [6]

Taylor Alatorre: "16 Carriages" is a songwriting case study in the power of selective ambiguity. Why carriages, and why 16 of them, when Beyoncé gives 15 as the age by which her innocence had "gone astray"? Part of it could be the centrality of the "sweet sixteen" in American girlhood, but that hardly seems like the whole story, especially when the song is bent on depicting the precise opposite of a normal American adolescence. The subsequent use of "umpteen," an ungainly word that Beyoncé seems to roll her eyes through, confirms that this is not about a specific moment of lost innocence but a larger, hazier sense of loss that weaves its way through the cracks in one's life, lying dormant and then springing back up at unexpected moments. A long train of carriages riding off into the sunset is a dream image, some mirage-like melding of Wild West and rock 'n' roll mythology that hits at something primal and almost beyond naming. The passing of childhood, yes, but more specifically the closing off of a universe of choices that were once available to us and no longer are. This being a Beyoncé single, the mourning is laced with the requisite triumphalism, but this doesn't negate the message that every worldly gain is built upon worldly loss but strengthens it. Those bone-rattling surges of guitar and percussion, at once funereal and propulsive, provide the ideal frame for this balancing act, jolting us back and forth between reality and the reverie. We never find out exactly what dreams are being carried away by the carriages, but that's fine -- all the better to universalize this inherently exceptional case of the self-sacrificing celebrity. [8]

Jackie Powell: Ever since Beyoncé released “Formation” and subsequently Lemonade, a common criticism emerged about what her brand stands for, and a question was posed: can she currently relate to the stories about being a Black person in America? Ernest Owens’ column from eight years ago makes points that remain relevant. “Just know that Beyoncé is making bank off of a variation of blackness that she isn't currently living in or experiencing,” he wrote. With Renaissance, released six years later, there were questions about how Beyoncé could earnestly lean into the plight and earn profit from the Black queer folks that Renaissance pays tribute to. And with “16 Carriages,” a track written like a modern day “work song,” how does that factor into that discourse? Putting it simply, Beyoncé has struggled with being relatable, but “16 Carriages” challenges that. What was her life like before the millions of dollars and even before Destiny’s Child? I didn’t really know until now. She writes of sacrifice, something that is a part of everyday life for all. And she also writes of the struggles that people who choose a life of creative work are accustomed to. “Goin' so hard, gotta choose myself/Underpaid and overwhelmed.” That’s so real. “Sixteen dollars, workin' all day/Ain't got time to waste, I got art to make.” That’s also so real. “16 Carriages” is written like a poem in couplets, with Beyoncé placing accents after each clause or phrase. The most important words that she wants you to take away are what she accents. It’s intentional, just like a lot of the recent Beyoncé story. Could this be Beyoncé’s “Jenny from the Block?” It might be, but it’s a bit more sincere and much less silly. Beyoncé knows she’s not that professional teenager anymore. [8]

Nortey Dowuona: Atia Boggs once wrote the hook "oh, I don't recall, all the tears of them all, the children of men, children of men." She also wrote: "baby, I might let you go, baby, baby no matter what, and like I switch the other side of me, baby gotta lotta ride on me." She has been writing songs that take all sorts of shapes, but she is credited on this song, and those two feel close to it. The first is a Trae the Truth record where he and J. Cole tell sad stories of young black men being sucked into the prison system, and the hook memorializes their lives. The second is a trippy Childish Gambino acid trip with a girl with a cat who looks at him sideways and has a little ride on her -- which Boggs sings about before her words are once again cut up and scattered to the winds. "It's been umpteen summers, and I'm not in my bed, on the back of the bus in a bunk with the band." I figure that a longtime songwriter like Boggs and Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Carter can both resonate with this lyric: both of them have lost umpteen summers to the reality of being musicians, and both are still in the chase and still have dreams left to achieve, still remember the dulling ache of being young and chasing and fearing not keeping up with the elders who are ahead. "It's been 38 summers, and I'm not in my bed, on the back of the bus on a bunk with the band." Now they are the elders, the ones the younger singers and songwriters are keeping pace with, seeing the road begin to shorten, time running out. "Going so hard, now I miss my kids, overworked and overwhelmed." It's easy to forget that both Boggs and Beyoncé are human beings, especially when one is a longtime songwriting veteran with dozens of credits and one is the most revered people in black music -- in music, period, which is why you make songs like this. Not everyone is free to sincerely indulge, but everyone is free to grieve the shortening of the runway, afraid of running and coming up short, losing time with your children, wondering whether the overwhelming grind will actually end. For Ms Knowles Carter, hopefully soon. For Mx Boggs, the future is far more uncertain. [10]

Katherine St. Asaph: Authenticity arguments are generally boring. But I would be lying if I claimed it didn't lend some gravitas to "16 Carriages" that Beyoncé wrote it with a songwriter for Renaissance and not a songwriter for Fletcher. The song is a showcase of vocal interpretation -- which it has to be, because it's essentially one short melody -- and genuinely strange, a power ballad that Beyoncé's verses keep prodding and dodging until it sounds less inspirational than destabilized. More than anything she's released in a while, this reminds me of 4, a sadly-but-unsurprisingly underrated casualty of the album it preceded. [8]

Ian Mathers: Much more so than "Texas Hold 'Em," this feels like one of the high-drama Lemonade or Beyoncé tracks transposed to a more country backing -- not in a bad way, if anything in the "this is a real song because it works even if you do it real stripped down" sense. (Not that this is particularly stripped down; the bombast really works for me, actually.) The fit isn't quite as smooth as "Texas Hold 'Em," but that just means that one feels like an all-timer while this just feels strong. I suspect it'll work great on the album -- sequencing being yet another thing Beyoncé is generally great at. [8]

Will Adams: The "country" designation for "16 Carriages" doesn't really connect with me. Rather, the song stands as the ideal version of what Beyoncé was going for with the adult contemporary half of I Am... Sasha Fierce that ended up quite bland. With heaps more production value and maturity, she's finally sold it. [7]

Isabel Cole: I thought it was the melody that I didn’t quite like, but then I couldn’t get it out of my head for a week, and found I didn’t mind it there. The plodding beat makes sense conceptually -- evoking the drag of horses’ hooves, or perhaps the crack of a whip driving them on as they pull -- but it’s a little grating. The way the arrangement veers between sparseness and bombast feels like the song can’t make up its mind about whether it’s a vulnerable confession or a statement of pride. And, again, that’s the point, I know; and, again, it just doesn’t land for me. [5]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Bombast can in its own right become a virtue – if this were any smaller of a song I'd note the flaws in its construction more closely, spend more time trying to piece together where the core metaphor goes. In practice, "16 Carriages" leaves me with no time or resistance to consider such petty concerns; in every giant, resounding organ chord and wail of the steel guitar I am simply awed, bearing witness to Beyoncé at her most ideal form, a force of grace and power embodied. [8]

Michael Hong: Authenticity is wholly unimportant when it's this well-acted. With every shaky line reading and teetering run, she evokes the rickety journey of a carriage, bumping through the clunk of the guitar. It doesn't matter whether the lyrics are true to Beyoncé or any of the songwriters; you hear the lift when she looks upward.  [7]

Leah Isobel: I wonder whether the Renaissance project is about refraction - funneling Beyoncé's mythmaking through different genre prisms, seeing what aspects of her art and her life story are emphasized in each new mode. "16 Carriages" suggests as much. The Act 1 material felt like she had time-warped back into her youth, its energy libidinous and present-focused, its references rooted in the various forms of dance-pop that carried the early stages of her mainstream crossover. (Like, there are two Beyoncé songs that sample Donna Summer: one off Dangerously in Love, and one off Renaissance. Seems like a purposeful choice!) Here, though, her mode is more reflective, more "adult." The previous record's shifts in tempo and syncopation could evoke the time-shifting qualities of a great dancefloor, the way that the past and present and future blur into meaninglessness, but "16 Carriages" delineates clearly between what has passed and what is to come. Its instrumentation is built on harsh, regimented blasts of instrumentation that corral her vocal into measured units: you can hear her pacing out exactly how much melody she can fit in between each beat. It's like the ticking of a clock, or a step forward into the future. But it feels limited, somehow, by that regimentation. "For legacy/ If it's the last thing I do/ You'll remember me," she sings on the bridge, as if it's a self-evident value. Perhaps it's a peek inside what it takes to be an unbelievably famous and successful superstar after nearly 30 years: you cannot ever let yourself run out of steps forward. There is only the body and the road, pushing forward. I just wonder what it might sound like if she stopped. [7]

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[simpforfandom231]

basketball star PT17

The atmosphere in Y/N's apartment was buzzing with excitement as they prepared for dinner. Julie sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone to find a suitable restaurant.

"Any preferences, Hollywood?" Julie asked, teasingly.

Rachel chuckled, "I'll leave the decision to the locals. Surprise me."

Y/N, hearing the conversation from the bathroom where she helped Elena get ready, called out, "Just make sure they have good pasta!"

Julie nodded and continued her search, determined to find the perfect place.

Meanwhile, Y/N and Elena were in the bathroom, sharing laughs and bantering about their outfit choices. Elena, being a typical pre-teen, had a strong opinion on what she wanted to wear.

_____

In the bathroom, Y/N stood before the mirror, debating on what to wear for the dinner. The options ranged from casual to elegant, but she finally settled on a stunning red dress. The elegant attire seemed fitting for the occasion, and she wanted to make a good impression on Rachel.

As Y/N finished getting ready, Elena entered the room and couldn't help but tease her sister, "Is that the 'impress Hollywood' dress?"

Y/N chuckled, "Maybe a little."

Julie, having overheard the banter, "You look gorgeous, Y/N. Hollywood won't know what hit her," she said with a wink.

Rachel, emerging from the bathroom after a quick shower, was handed a black cocktail dress by Julie. "This will look amazing on you," Julie assured her.

As Elena playfully selected her outfit in the living room, Rachel tiptoed out of Julie's room, wearing the black cocktail dress. Y/N, engrossed in searching for her wallet, turned around to find herself starstruck by the sight of Rachel. Flustered and blushing, Rachel entered the room, radiating a unique charm that left Y/N momentarily speechless.

Elena, ever the playful tease, couldn't resist poking fun at the moment. "Oh, I see Hollywood has a new leading lady!" she exclaimed, grinning mischievously.

Caught off guard, Y/N stammered, "I—uh, well, you look great, Rachel."

Julie, stepping out of the bathroom in her underwear while brushing her hair, seemed entirely nonchalant. Y/N and Elena were accustomed to such scenes due to their close bond, but Rachel, not entirely familiar with their dynamic, couldn't help but feel a bit shy and unsure of how to behave.

Elena, enjoying the reactions, continued to tease, "Big sis, you're blushing like a teenager with a crush!"

Julie, joining the banter, chuckled, "Don't mind me. Just getting ready for our memorable night!"

Sensing Rachel's unease, Y/N decided to steer the situation back to comfort. "Alright, everyone, let's give Rachel some space. Julie, get dressed, and let's get ready to head out," Y/N suggested with a reassuring smile.

Julie, still brushing her hair, gave a nod, "Sure thing, Captain. I'll be quick."

As Julie retreated to the bathroom to finish getting ready, Y/N turned to Rachel, giving her an understanding look. "Sorry about that. We're a bit of a chaotic bunch," Y/N admitted with a chuckle.

Elena, still oblivious to the slight tension, chimed in, "Yeah, we can be a lot sometimes. But we mean well."

Rachel, appreciating Y/N's consideration, managed a smile. "No need to apologize. I'm just not used to this... closeness."

Y/N reassured her, "It's okay. We're just a bunch of friends and family. You'll get used to it."

With everyone now preparing for the evening, the apartment buzzed with a mix of excitement and anticipation for the night ahead.

As everyone got ready to leave, Y/N took charge, her organizational instincts kicking in. "Alright, team, let's make sure we've got everything. Julie, do you have your phone, wallet, and keys?"

Julie, already standing at the door, checked her pockets with a dramatic sigh. "Yes, Captain, I've got everything."

Turning to Elena, Y/N continued, "Little Seastar, how about you? Phone, snacks, and your precious unicorn?"

Elena giggled at the mention of her toy. "Yes, yes, and yes! And stop calling me Seastar in front of Rachel; it's embarrassing!"

Y/N winked at Rachel, explaining, "It's her nickname for me, so it's only fair."

Rachel chuckled, enjoying the family dynamic. Y/N turned back to the checklist. "Now, keys, wallet, and... oh, did we grab a small snack for the road?"

Julie, ready to leave, exclaimed, "We're not going on a road trip, Captain!"

Y/N smirked, "You never know when hunger might strike. Better safe than sorry."

Julie rolled her eyes, and Elena joined in, "Always prepared, just like a good Captain!"

As Y/N continued her playful checklist, she found herself seamlessly including Rachel in the routine. "And for Rachel," she said, ticking off an imaginary list, "we've got... phone, wallet, keys, and, uh, snacks?"

Rachel couldn't help but play along, amused by the unexpected inclusion. "Wow, you're thorough. Snacks sound good, though. Can't forget those."

Y/N, realizing her unintentional slip, blushed and stammered, "Oh, I'm sorry, I just... habit, you know. Forget I said that."

Elena, the ever-observant tease, grinned mischievously. "Captain, giving Rachel the VIP treatment already?"

Julie chimed in, "Looks like the 'always prepared' motto extends to everyone tonight."

Trying to regain composure, Y/N playfully nudged Julie, "You started it, Commander."

As they reached the door, Rachel couldn't resist a teasing whisper to Y/N. "Should I add anything to your checklist, Captain?" she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Y/N, caught off guard but not one to back down, replied with a smirk, "Well, considering your Hollywood status, maybe a red carpet walk before we enter the restaurant?"

The exchange didn't go unnoticed by Julie and Elena, who had turned back to see what was causing the delayed exit. With knowing smirks, they joined forces to tease the blushing duo.

Julie, winking at Rachel, added, "Ah, the perks of dating a celebrity. Red carpets and all."

Elena, ever the sassy sister, chimed in, "Just make sure the paparazzi get your good side, Rachel."

The banter continued, turning the simple act of leaving the apartment into a lighthearted moment filled with laughter and playful teasing.

Julie, ever the observant friend, couldn't resist making a comment when she caught Y/N glancing at Rachel as they made their way to the parking lot.

With a teasing grin, Julie nudged Y/N and whispered, "Enjoying the view, Captain?"

Y/N, trying to maintain her composure, playfully elbowed Julie back. "Oh, please. I was just making sure she doesn't trip or something."

Elena, overhearing the exchange, joined in on the fun. "Sure, Seastar, whatever you say. I've never seen you check someone's 'footwear' like that before."

The banter continued as they reached Y/N's car. Despite the teasing, the atmosphere was light and filled with laughter, setting the tone for what promised to be an entertaining evening.

[silasoctakiseron]

harrow for the character game!! :)

HARROW MY ANGELLLLL 🗣️🗣️🗣️

favorite thing about them

Ohhh this is hard. Tie between her decade of being in love with a dead woman via psychotic hallucinations and the fact that she will just keep going and going and going no matter how sick or hurt or close to death she is and no matter what you throw at her.

least favorite thing about them

Hey queen! It was not fucking cool to actively participate in the enslavement of the only child your own age on your entire planet.

favorite line

She has so many fantastic ones that are dramatic and romantic and gorgeous and terrifying but the one I always think of first is this one: Harrow worked each finger gently within its socket, and said, this time more brightly: “So, Griddle, this is where you are to be my shining star.”

brOTP

I'm such a sucker for the way her relationship with Ortus develops over the course of her time in the River bubble. The reveal that she can recite his poetry from memory! His incredibly heartfelt apology for not stepping in as an adult during her terrible childhood! Aughhhh.

OTP

It's Griddlehark. Sorry. They're two halves of a whole. I do also love Harrow/Alecto though.

nOTP

Harrow/literally any man. I think Harrow/John is the worst of those but every time I see someone write her with a man I'm like. Are you out of your g-ddamned fucking mind.

random headcanon

Extremely skilled at needlepoint. I also think that once she finally started to get over the hill of "only ate food almost completely devoid of flavor for 17 years" she would develop a weird taste for fermented food and would always have some fucked-up pickling project going in a crock in the pantry.

unpopular opinion

The Cohort coffee shop AU was good but like. Was it that good. I also strongly believe that John was intentionally taking advantage of her completely wrecked emotional state to force her to depend on him for comfort and purpose in life and thereby become malleable to his will, which is apparently an unpopular opinion but I feel like it's right there in the text.

song i associate with them

I WHO BEND THE TALL GRASSES by Lingua Ignota; The Lady Rachel by Kevin Ayers.

favorite picture of them

Lowkey it's gotta be nil-elk's Harrow Nova fan cover 😵‍��� I Love Her. But there's so much great art of her out in the world!!

[ginger-snaps014]

Just been thinking about all the Snow White/Rachel Zegler controversy, and I can’t help getting annoyed at all the pop feminism takes that seem to disregard the value and cultural impact of older female representation

1. Cultural Impact Remaining

This film came out in 1937. Nearly a century ago. Roosevelt was president. The new deal was being negotiated. Amelia Earhart disappeared. The Hindenburg went down. Ernest Hemingway was around. The Golden Gate Bridge opened. The Spanish Civil war was happening. Picasso was still alive and painting. The Great Depression is ongoing. Would War II just started in Europe with the Nazis invading Poland 3 months prior to Snow White’s release date. All these thing feel historical. Old. No longer directly related to our everyday lives. They are just history. Yet- Snow White is their contemporary. And it was so well done that it remains a current cultural touchstone in America and the majority of the western world (if not the entire world). Everyone can recognize Snow even if they never saw the movie. More kids recognize Snow White than the president.

2. Film Impact

Have you ever enjoyed a single animated film in your life. Thank Snow White. She is the first animated film in history. Snow was called Disney’s Folly while in production because no one thought a feature length animated movie could succeed. It was considered impossible. Disney and his team figured out how to create scenes that could be zoomed in on by separating different layers on individual glass plates that could be focused on or blurred by a downward pointed camera. This also made it possible to avoid redrawing a background for every image. They had to create new filming equipment for this to even occur. The film was a masterpiece in innovation. And that was just looking at the technical side.

3. Artistic Value

While the art cannot be separated from the technical aspects, it deserves its own bullet point. The character design was so well done that Snow is still singular and recognizable today. We can even see when just her silhouette is used for inspiration.

The art is so beautiful it still looks good today. Unlike other films which feel like they belong in a different era due to degrading. This 1930s classic still feels as it could have been during my childhood with the Disney renaissance movies. It hasn’t aged poorly like a lot of CGI films have. It’s art. Age means nothing.

Disney and his team created new artistic techniques. Analyzing how movement of clothing did not stop swaying when the character stopped. Creating the ball emotion practice where an artist had to give a ball a full span of emotions with no facial features. They changed the style of animation to be more realistic (at the time, the look was more similar to Betty boop).

Just watch the scene when the Dwarfs hold the candle while walking up the cottage stairs looking for the person who broke into their home. The way the shadows flicker and cling to every surface. As if alive. As if real. It is one of the most gorgeous pieces of 2d animation I have ever seen. And it was the first.

4. Bad Pop-Feminism Takes

Pop feminism became popular in the early 00’s and focused on bringing down cultural touchstones that failed to bring girlboss energy. While some of this analysis was helpful, most was rooted in snap judgement and internalized misogyny. Snow White is the story of a young heroine who is about to be considered a woman. She is a victim of physiological and emotional domestic abuse at the hands of her guardian. A guardian who is not only the most powerful person in th household, but the whole kingdom. A guardian who tries have the girl brutally killed. Snow is forced to leave the only home she knows, with no friends, food, water, shelter, etc. While on her own and lost, she finds a home. She finds a place that has a need to fill. And proves her value. Yes it’s a domestic role. But this character creates for herself a job, and earns shelter, food, water, and allies. Her value is so undeniable that Dwarfs take her in despite the most power person in the kingdom hunting her. A person so influential no one even has the ability to confront her so long as she is not in disguise (and likely do not have the bravery either). Yes Snow is beautiful, but that alone did not get her safety. She never lets what she suffered stop her from living with kindness. When this victim of abuse is targeted again, her allies come to her aid. So what if a domestic abuse victim needed outside help to win? Why is it wrong to ask for help? Shouldn’t we want people to be able to ask and receive help when needed - without being thought of as less? Also, why is domestic labor less valuable than swordplay? It’s a necessity in life. So long as media portrays multiple types of femininity (domestic and not), why should one be worth less other? Because it is not historically male? What crap. Domestic labor has value. And that value should be made clear when both men and women perform it. The non-consensual kiss is a valid criticism. The rest seems like an excuse to hate recognizable aspects of femininity.

5. Personal

I will admit I am biased. This was the film I watched every time I visited my grandmother. It holds a special place in my heart. But I doubt I am the only one who has an emotional tie to the film. And love is always important

6. Timeless Tale

This story ahas been retold and updated many, many times. That would not happen if it had no value. To disregard Snow as a whole because you don’t connect to the 1930s version seems foolish and small minded. After all that is a mere retelling itself.

[rachelcommitscrimes]

hey, rachel? can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person... I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life.

turn off anon pussy then i might consider it *spits on you*

[anotherisodope]

Hasn't had a puff in 210 years...

So being a medical cannabis user and general enjoyer of the herb, I of course downloaded Cannabis Commonwealth for my new Fallout 4 game.

Now, Cannabis Commonwealth is a great mod. Lots of thought was put into it, and the growing mechanic is about as close to realistic as you can get with this game engine. Also, the plant models are gorgeous. And it’s funny as hell when I have Morgan light up a joint and she stands there smoking and literally refuses to do anything else until she’s done. Relatable, especially after 210 years…

That said, there’s only one flaw to the whole experience. One tiny thing that left me frustrated and going on wild goose chases for days. That is: I couldn’t figure out who in the hell in the entire Commonwealth was selling buds and seeds.

Now, for those who have installed this mod and are faced with the same question: Rachel, Dr. Forsythe’s assistant down in Vault 81, is the sole person that I have found with the hookup. Apparently, she’s been running a little side business behind everyone's back. She restocks every 48 hours like a standard merchant, and each time her sale list includes at least a few buds and types of seeds. 

I found this out completely by accident after checking every merchant, trader, doctor, and drug pusher I could think of and going on multiple wild-goose chases. Vault 75 has a giant chem stash according to a junkie’s note? Look there. Vault 95 is notorious for its huge stock of prewar chems? Let’s try there. The big losers in this whole exercise were the Gunners, which was hilarious.

I’m just imagining Gunners seeing a furious Minutemen General in full colors plowing her way through two of their bases, including their vault of origin and secondary base of operations, while they try to figure out which of their many, many crimes has actually brought her wrath down on them. 

Gunner in Vault 95: This is a general alert to Headquarters and to all tertiary bases and squads within comm range. We are under attack by the Minutemen General, her second in command, three robots, and a dog. Lock down all bases immediately and prepare for attack. 

Gunner in Vault 75: Mike, what the hell is going on over there? 

95: It’s Corporal Miller--oh fuck it, I’m probably gonna die anyway. It’s a complete shitstorm, Joey. She’s reprogrammed most of our robots to add to her force, our turrets are shut down and our recruits are dropping like flies. 

75: Oh God. What the hell caused this? Is it because of Quincy? Or our attacks on her settlements?

95: It could also be retaliation for when we kidnapped her buddy Jake and beat the shit out of him, or when we killed Old Paul, or when we interrogated The Ron including breaking bones and snatching his wig… 

75: …wow. We’ve, uh, done a lot to piss her off, haven’t we?

95: Yep. And there’s no telling which one was the last straw… 

Morgan, meanwhile: WHERE’S THE FUCKING WEED YOU TIN-SOLDIER ASSHOLES I KNOW YOU’RE HOLDING OUT ON ME

[senorincognito69]

No need for a Secret Santa (Woman into horse TF/TG tale) ♀️➡️🐴♂️

(Woman into horse - TG)*

“I got you a gift!”

The Little Petite Chateau, a popular midtown restaurant, was having a busy night as usual during the Christmas holidays. Full tables, busy waitresses, and french shouting from the kitchen, with everything being enhanced by the shiny festive decorations.

Right in the middle of the dining area Rachele Mint and Pepper Salsbury sat at a small round table.

Both of them looked gorgeous.

Pepper’s claim of a gift made Rachele lift her attention away from the bowl of salad she was enthusiastically eating, her mouth filled with vegetables. Rachele was a young black woman, fit and flat-chested, round faced, her blond dyed dreadlocked hair tied up into a tall top knot. Fancy earrings hung from her ears, a piercing through one of her nostrils, she was wearing high heels and a short skirted platinum dress.

She swallowed.

“A gift?” she asked, curious, then frowned. “What sort of gift?” She knew Pepper well enough to also be cautious.

Pepper smirked and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms under her ample breasts. She was as well dressed as Rachele, after all it was Christmas and the pair of old friends were celebrating having finished the year before their penultimate college year. Pepper wore a yellow dress with long skirt and wide bust, with matching platform heels, she was an asian woman with short brown hair.

“Enjoy those veggies, my good buddy, because soon neither you nor I are going to have to worry about student debt ever again!”

The two of them had known each other since kindergarten, having grown up in the same neighbourhood. Rachele had been dealing with Pepper’s sass, snark and shenanigans for her entire life, she was quite used to them, even after those shenanigans had become kinky as they became adults their friendship had lasted because even if it perhaps wasn’t entirely pure, it was true and strong.

Rachele rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I told you, Pep, we aren’t starting an Onlyfans and if you're still going on with that just start it on your own, geez!”

Pepper giggled, she lifted a finger and wagged it.

“Wrong guess!  it’s even better than that!” she said confidently. “I found your secret, you naughty, naughty Rachele, I know it now! I know that you desire nothing more than to be transformed into a large hunky breeding stallion!”

Pepper’s proclamation was said rather nonchalantly and loudly given its relative magnitude, but no client or waiter around them seemed to care at all. On the other hand Rachele instantly dropped her fork, her eyelids open wide and heat claimed her cheeks while at the same time she grew pale.

“Wha-wha? That what…!” she shook her head, looking around with the nervous shame of someone being caught doing something lewd. “Nono! No, that’s no true, you must have something wrong with your brain or something!”

Her friend burst into laughter, which made Rachele squeeze the tablecloth.

“Don’t panic, it’s fine!” a jovial Pepper said, trying to calm her down. “I’m not judging your kinks, I think it’s rather awesome… It just kinda sucks that you have always been so judgy of my kinks while being such a naughty, naughty stud in the closet!”

Rachele seemed about to cry.

“Pepper, I swear,” she begged. “I-I don’t want to get TF… Transformed, I don’t want to transform into a freaking horse.”

Pepper dropped the anvil.

“You left your Garls account open on my laptop.”

“...”

“Sire Champ_The_Gentle_Marefucker!” giggled Pepper. “Sorry, sorry, it's amusing, but I’m not making fun of you, promise! You put a lot of dedication into it, have quite the following in that TFcommunity thing! In retrospect, knowing you it kinda makes a lot of sense that you are a stallion at heart! I love your stories, so vivid, so lived in, so lengthy and detailed! I especially enjoyed that self-inserted one that was clearly both of us. The one about the road trip? We crash into a meadow and get… What was the slang? TFed for life? You turn into a stallion and I get the honour of being your first mare and then we remain happy carefree horses! I admit you may have given me a few new kinks!”

“...I wanna die…”

“No! You want to transform and that’s cool and lucky for you it’s about to happen! Long story short, I sorta stumbled into a witchery store after finding out about your fetish and, after I proved to them you are more than willing to neigh, they offered me a fantastic deal and accepted you on their ranch. In summary: Magic stallions you up, you join their breeding stables and we pay our student debt thanks to your gallons of excellent premium horse cum!”

Rachele was left stiff like a statue.

“What are you… about?” she asked slowly. “That… not…”

With a swift hand gesture Pepper pulled a piece of paper from between her tits and offered it to her sceptical companion. Rachele doubted herself for a moment before slowly taking the paper and slowly reading it.

It was a registration form for a stallion that was about to join the Colpot’s ranch, a stallion that happened to be her. She knew the stallion was her because there was a big picture of her at the top of the document, a picture of the lazy sunny day when they went bathing in the river. In the picture she was smiling and waving at the camera, topless and wearing sunglasses while sitting on a flat rock near the shore.

The info in the document was exact, extended and full of unnecessary humiliating detail, with the caveat that every reference to her human life was accompanied with a (former) remark.

(former) tech student.

(former) residence.

(former) woman.

The information about her future horse-self dilated her pupils… and stretched them horizontally. The name of the breeding beast was, of course, Sire Champ, deliberately written above her name and surname in bold pinkish letters. It seemed that she… or he, was a rather large, dark furred draft horse, there were many exact measurements of the stallion… including phallus length and ballsack weight…

Those details made Rachele gulp as her shaved vagina winked and moistened.

“We’re only missing the seal from the veterinarian, but we’ll get that tonight after you are standing on four hooves,” clarified Pepper. “I’ll glue a pic of your horse dong on top of your photo, I know you love that kind of detail!”

Rachele lowered the paper and looked at her smiling friend. The young black woman was now blushing fiercely, the paleness of her panic underneath, but feeling oddly uncomfortable in her own skin in a mix of shame and horniness.

She cleared her throat.

“This is… uh… fun,” Rachele had some trouble finding the words, her brain and heart were beating in a rush. “But,” she chuckled nervously. “You… You know…!”

Pepper raised both hands, shaking her head.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, just delight yourself in the moment, the ride, getting ridden and riding those mares!”

“Pep… I…”

“Champ,” Pepper calmly explained, crossing her arms on the table. “Don’t worry,” she repeated. “It’s already done,” her impish smirk sharpened. “Touch your ears.”

The registration paper dropped on the table, near to the salad plate.

Very very slowly, holding her breath, Rachele moved her hand towards the side of her head. The first attempt at touching made her fingers pull back, the second was more successful. She grabbed, rubbed and pressed, her ears were changing and she could feel it with her fingertips. On the edge of the meaty auditory appendage the curve was slowly being stretched into a more acute shape, the change was very visible thanks to her hair being tied up in a top knot. The sensation of rubbing her own transforming flesh was equally natural and disturbing.

Her lips trembled.

“I… I… IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” It wasn't a neigh, just a human cry of surprise when, beneath the table, Pepper put her bare foot inside her skirt and pressed her already hot pussy with her toes. “Pep, the heck you doing…!”

“Don’t be greedy, I want to have fun too ! How it feels…!”

Rachele made a series of silly facial expressions, snorted, widening her nostrils, as Pepper's big toe slid up and down her vulva, massaging the wet throbbing sex under the underwear. In a reflex action Rachele closed her legs, trapping the foot between her thighs, but that didn’t stop Pepper’s massage.

“Geeeghhhhhhhh!”

Her vision blurred with tears of pleasure, Rachele grabbed the edges of the table, clenched her lips, her neck grew stiff and veiny. Between her legs her vagina opened and a pair of big meaty balls in a sack came from inside, heavy and full they ended up resting on top of the seat of the chair, a proud scrotum separated in half by her panties.

Another pleasant twitching made Rachele cock her head and her horse ears flicker.

The next step was the mutation of her womanly sex, above her ballsack each lip of her cunt began to meet with its counterpart, totally sealing the sex hole’s gap from bottom to top. Above that her clitoris shook violently and pushed forward. In contrast with the other changes so far, the phallus formed with a continuous series of abrupt thrusts, inflating wider, becoming tubular, with a large circular head, it pushed Pepper’s foot far away from that crotch. Rachele felt the pulling of her growing horse cock in her panties, the fabric of her underwear dragged along with the building erection towards its limit, rolled up between her buttocks.

“So BIG…! So guuuuuuuud…! But I… I can’t…!” she stopped for a loud grunt. “Pep, I can’t t-t-t-transform!” her words were a shivering whisper, worry visible in her horse pupils. “I can’t transform into a stallion…! What about my boyfriend? What about my parents? I… I just… at-at least not here in front of strangers…!”

Pepper shrugged.

“You can, you will and you are! Who cares about anything else? Everyone will know that Rachele Mint is a damn male horse and you're gonna enjoy every second of it because you’re also a little perv that gets turned on by those sorts of things!”

Pepper put her feet against the phallus and rubbed it, Rachele’s eyes went blank and she stiffly leaned back against her seat. The penis grew, grew in all the possible senses, longer, thicker, rounder. The ballsack was also about to reach equine size.

“Peeeeep!” the changing woman cried.

The cock thrust upwards, the whole table shook as its heavy tip hit it forcefully.

Another fondling with those toes, Rachele's neck grew rigid, she clenched her teeth.

Two more thrusts, two more shakes and the panties snapped and dropped to the floor.

The stallion’s penis was fully formed.

Gasping hard Rachele put a hand on the table above where she knew for a fact that she was touching the wood with her dick.

It was there.

It was real.

It was hers.

“It is what you want, so what are you waiting for?” Pepper encouraged.

Rachele snorted, very slowly she moved herself to sit sideways, like a magician’s trick the enormous and now fully erect horse penis slid out of the tablecloth. The skirt of her dress was rolled up, her crotch was completely exposed, her new sex so big it almost reached her chest.

“This is a Champ’s cock…” she babbled.

Deep black fur was covering Rachele’s ears, the rest of her body gradually growing in mass and muscle.

“What the hell! That woman has a horse cock!” screamed a waiter, dropping the plates they were carrying.

The commotion attracted the attention of almost everybody in the dining room of the Little Petite Chateau, dozens of eyes fixed on that pulsating penis and the woman it belonged to.

For once Rachele didn’t care about the unwanted attention.

She was beyond shame.

She had a horse dick.

Her fingers recoiled, scared, at the first attempt at touching the phallus, at the realisation that the flesh was indeed real and indeed hers. The second attempt managed to grip that cock.

So large she couldn’t even fully close her fist around it.

“Iiiiiih! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH! NEEEEEEEEEEEIGH”

With tears of joy she began to pump that precious thing, soon using both hands for the task. As she masturbated her gigantic cock the speed of the other changes increased. Her bulk, which had already grown quite a bit, expanded in an unstoppable outburst pushing Rachele’s shape into that of a bodybuilder. Her flattening breasts, even if she never had much of them to begin with, showed up on top of the bodice of her dress as the bodice was ripped by the barreling of her ribcage. Her head reshapes into the equine, the forming of the muzzle stretching her skull, the elongation of her neck.

The black fur spreads everywhere, from her nose, to her limbs, to the swelling belly.

Around her wrist and ankles pure white hair sprouted and quickly became longer, her feet erupted out of her heels.

Her ass, as exposed as her crotch and squaring up, swelled and became stuck in the opening that had her chair behind it, there the stump of a tail formed at the end of her spine, her buttocks spread and her darkened anus was revealed.

Rachele didn’t care about anything other than the pumping of her penis.

Didn’t care about the surrounding screams of outrage.

Nor the whispers of curiosity.

She had a cock.

She was big.

She was… stallion…

Until two gentle hands landed on her widening shoulders and massaged them, Pepper’s hands.

Rachele tried to look back at her friend, there were so many things she wanted to say, but her thoughts were devoted to a singular worship.

“Peeeeeeeepep! Ish so large, gnnnnnnnh! Gonna blast!”

“Shhh, you’re doing great, Champ,” Pepper chuckled.

Pepper put a finger on that over swollen neck and zigzagged down a trail following a line of black hairs that would soon be a mane.

A dulled horny brain.

“Pep…! PEP! Iiiiiiiiiiih wiiiiill not… snort… Meee lieeeeeeeh! Will nuuuut be geeeentleeeeh wiiiiiit theeee maresh! WIIIIIIII! FOOOOOOOOCK! NEEEEEIGH!”

Champ blasted a load of cum onto the floor, but his cock remained firmly erect.

The legs of his chairs couldn’t hold his weight any longer, they all cracked at once and the stallion slammed the floor with his ass. Neighing loud lustful horse gibberish.

There was nothing human in the long face, nothing womanly in the equine body.

Fingers and toes snapped and convulsed, inflating into sturdy hooves.

Pepper tapped Champ’s big back.

“Mares will love you the same, stand proudly  on all  fours, Sire Champ!” she whispered into the horse’s ears.

The stallion does so, taller on four hooves than he ever was on the two broken heels he leaves behind. His tail swings, becoming covered by long black hairs, blond dreadlocks fall off as the mane extends over his long neck. The neck, bent low and tense, the stallion closes his eyes. There’s catharsis, but also frustration, because as the last wave of bone snaps and muscles twitch, as the black fur coats everything, he no longer has fingers to masturbate while his dick remains hard.

But a helping hand was always the grace of his life.

Pepper lifts his tail and grabs one of his balls.

The stallion opens his eyes.

The hand squeezes.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHH!”

The last push he needed to discharge the rest of his seed.

Sire Champ raises majestically onto his hindlegs, shaking the front ones in the air, his penis splashing white, any remaining trace of cloth ripped from his body. Even the detractors witnessing the ordeal are silenced when they gaze at such a spectacular sight.

Champs lands back down on all fours, he stomps dominantly. A giggle behind him, he slaps Pepper with his tail, making the woman laugh even harder.

“Look at yourself…!” whispers Pepper amazed.

She rubs the horse’s ass and, barefooted, slowly walks around the beast in complete wonder, petting and fondling the warm skin.

A giant dark draft stallion with white shaggy fur covering his hooves.

An impressive male specimen.

Down his belly his leaking cock, the sperm of which was landing on top of the rags of the platinum dress, goes placidly flaccid, compressing inside the shaft.

Pepper reaches the large head of the beast, the stallion grunts and pants. A few blond dreadlocks on his forehead, the fancy earrings in those pointy ears, the piercing in the nostril. The woman scratches the hairy chin of the stallion and the stallion is pleased like a dog.

“Happy Christmas, my good buddy!” mumbles a smiling Pepper before landing a kiss on the horse’s cheek. When she pulls away she notices the dozens and dozens of people in the dining room, all staring at her and the stallion with mute shock. “Uhhh… the check, please?”

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[bcofl0ve]

Have we reached the point where we’re allowed to have mature discussions about obvious things we can see with our eyeballs, yet? Because if so, can we have a discussion about paps? Disclaimer being that I like Kaia. I think she’s entirely inoffensive, gorgeous, and as a fellow book nerd, I’m genuinely impressed by her book club situation. But, the new pap pics? Anyone who knows anything about anything knows that if an agency has withheld pics for a week, you’ve made a deal. And is that bad? Is it rare, even? No, and no. Congrats on making a shitty thing work for you. But it’s a pattern at this point. And a confusing one? Because from a public image perspective, it just doesn’t make sense. 

The walks she took a few weeks ago with Ayo Edebiri and Rachel Sennott — two people who do not get papped on their own time, ever — were so clearly arranged. But what’s weird about them was that Rachel was only named in some publications, and Ayo wasn’t at all. So it’s clumsy for what was clearly supposed to be a drumming up of interest in their film. (Which I’m excited to see, by the way.) And I understand the argument that she might have a routine and it’s known, but there’s just no way that the same photos of her doing nothing are bringing in enough money for an agency to justify paying someone to cover her. She’s at a career impasse at the moment, and she doesn’t really have anything in the pipeline (apart from Bottoms). 

I know there’s been rumblings about the house (I don't know anything specific) — but what the walk that happened around the same time as the fight rumours indicated to me, was that he lives in a gated community. Because those shots (and others of Kaia alone) are all taken just before the cutoff. Is it possible that area specifically is staked out for easy shots? Yes. But is it curious? Also yes. 

But the one outing(s?) that confuses me the absolute most? Paris. All those shots in Paris. Because paps are illegal in Paris. There is absolutely no way that it was legally possible for those pictures all to not have been arranged. And so the argument that Austin doesn’t play along is faulty to me for that specific reason — he has to know, because otherwise Paris wouldn’t have happened. (Like, there’s a reason Timmy Chalamet gets pictures of him taken going to and from events, by fans, and by no one or nowhere else when he's there.)

So, putting on my hat from a previous life — what’s the long term goal, here? Because so, so many of these pap shots — of the BOTH of them — are obviously arranged. And people know it. So for one, if he’s going to keep stating publicly that he hates them, he’s going to have to make a choice. Because if all of this keeps up, it does make him appear disingenuous. But also, it makes the two of them together a liability to people who might want to go to dinner and not get papped out the front of the restaurant. Because a blurry shot on DM and an arranged spread in the DailyMail are two different things. 

Anyway, this was long and rambling but I’ve been thinking about it for a while and unfortunately for you, here we are!

i mean my short answer is that i don’t necessarily see arranged pap shoots as a negative thing in the bigger picture of being a celebrity. play the game or the game plays you- y’know? (specifically thinking of whatever deal they- austin would be involved in that not just her- made to push the release of the cabo pics forward by a week when i say that).

my long answer:

he got papped *frequently* with vanessa. like almost more than he does with kaia imo. and they were harsh at times, asking about zac asking if she was pregnant etc etc. that to say paparazzi culture has changed a lot over the years- hence nothing that crazy happening to kaia. so even if austin dislikes them objectively, he’d probably take the current ‘situation’ over how it got with vanessa at some point. you gotta pick your hills to die on wisely, though i think if there was ever a really bad hounding incident, especially an incident involving kaia, that might change.

all at that said, i will 100% agree with you that pinning all the pap discourse onto kaia and insisting austin isn’t playing along/he’s just some helpless victim is ridiculous. he’s been in hollywood for half of life at this point, even if not always to the extent that he is now. he knows how it works- hell he’s done very obviously staged pap walks with his himself no girlfriend within 100 yards. people pin it all on kaia because it’s convenient and they see austin as a little child, tbh.

and i (personally, this is just my opinion) don’t think any of this will really harm them or their reputation with industry folks. last month they went hiking on a very popular la trail and the only reason we know is bc of a blurry photo a rando took from the back. so if they don’t want to be papped they can do their damndest to see to that. and thank god for that- bc there was a time where paparazzi culture didn’t allow for that autonomy at all.

[winns-stuff]

LO APPRECIATION:

Y’all know what I just realized? Where is Echo?? I forgot all about her and I don’t even think we’ve seen her at all recently. But anyways yeah this appreciation is about her, I promise you the next one I do will be Hephaestus because he fucking deserves it. I don’t care I feel like he gets overlooked too much and I don’t appreciate it, I’d much rather be seeing him and Aphrodite than… you know who.. I just think they’d be so much more interesting, but let’s be real watching paint dry would be more interesting than what Persephone and Hades has going on. Anyways, back to one of the many beautiful nymphs I’ll be showcasing on this page cause I have a special soft spot made entirely for them, everyone give a round of applause to the glorious and mysterious Echo.

One thing I’ve always loved about Echo was her colors, maybe it’s just me but I’ve always been so drawn to them mainly because with the main cast it seems like we only have yellows, blues, purples, pinks, and some green here and there but not many other colors. Those colors are so recurring in the comic that I used to believe that those were the only colors in the Lore Olympus Universe, it was scary because everyone looked like the other and around that time my paranoia was x10 so that just led to a huge distrust within myself. But like a calm after a storm Echo revealed herself later on in the series and helped me gain my sense back and for that I will be forever grateful. She stands out so much that when you think of her you don’t immediately see a blue Persephone you just see Echo, and that’s why I love her so much.

Next thing I enjoy about her is her personality, I don’t know why but I am so in love with this whole mysterious air she’s got going on. She kind of reminds me of like.. umm.. I’m not too sure of the exact name but it’s like.. Dark femme something?? I don’t know but I’ve heard about it before and she sort of matches the aesthetic. She’s like batman to me except we know in this universe since she’s a nymph she can’t be rich or anything, which I hate cause I feel like she’s always giving the best looks imagine her in like diamonds or something really expensive why have only Persephone dripped in glamour when you have Echo standing right there? It never made sense to me.

Next thing I love is her short hair. Listen, I know Persephone had short hair but for some reason she never wore it correctly for me like there was always something very off about it that irked me. But Echo? Girl do not get me started on her because I adore her hair so much, it fits her so well and it’s like one of my favorite things about her. Mostly because it reminds me of Nia Long with short hair (if you don’t know her please look her up because she looks so good with short hair.. thank me later). But yeah, she’s always been super pretty and me personally I love short hairstyles so much.

Another thing I love about her is her eyes, they’re so beautiful and it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen such beautiful eyes being depicted in the series like that before and she has those types of eyes that remind me of like seashells or diamonds. Like they’re genuinely so beautiful and reflective I love how they always have a blue glow to them it makes them even more gorgeous to me.

Last thing is her outfits, I’m sorry but it seems like the nymphs are the only ones who knows how to dress well, granted the gods have some good outfits here and there but for the most part yeah the nymphs should be the ones being praised for their looks.

Anyways, that’s the end of the appreciation thank you for always giving me a breath of fresh air every time you showed up although you will be missed cause I don’t know if Rachel will bring her back.