#short blonde hairstyles black woman

[luhvrlis]

one of the toughest and most crucial choices in life is picking one of these three

[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 7

Madelyn gasped as she felt her short hair tickling her neck as it began to lengthen, growing down past her shoulders, not stopping until it was halfway down her back. It lightened in colour as it grew, turning from its original black to a trashy shade of bleached platinum blonde. But Madelyn didn’t have time to mourn her sensible, gender-neutral hairstyle. Her childish clothes had suddenly vanished, leaving her totally naked, and she could feel a strange tingling in her breasts. She looked down at them and squealed in horror. They were expanding, her nearly flat chest ballooning outwards. She clutched at her boobs desperately, trying to stop them getting any bigger, but it was hopeless. They went from A-cup to B-cup, then C-cup, then D-cup, then double-Ds, growing larger and larger until the proud, dignified, man-hating feminist had an enormous pair of pornstar tits jutting out from her chest.

Struggling to see past her new breasts, Madelyn realised that all the hair on her body had vanished below the neck. The thatch of pubic hair she kept above her pussy, the symbol of her womanhood, had disappeared, leaving her bare as a little girl – like those traitorous patriarchal stooges who shaved away their maturity just to cater to men’s perverted tastes. She stared down at her new body in disgust. She looked like a total bimbo! And unless she won the competition, this was what she’d be stuck looking like forever. She thought about having to explain her ridiculous new stripper body to her fellow academics, and her thumb slipped anxiously back between her lips, which felt much fuller than before. Looking up, Madelyn saw her reflection in the large mirror that hung across one of the walls, and tears of anger and shame welled up in her eyes. Reflected back at her was a big-titted slut with a thumbsucking habit. She looked like everything she hated. An immature skank, at once childish and lewd. A total disgrace to women everywhere.

Abby, Becky, and Katherine looked at Madelyn with queasy expressions on their faces. On one level they thought she’d gotten off lightly – at least there was nothing overtly babyish about her new appearance – but on the other hand they knew her whorish look had been chosen by the Magician precisely because it was one that she would detest, and that thought gave them no comfort at all.

“Do you like your new look, Maddy?” the Magician asked.

Madelyn had never hated his smirk more than she did at that moment. “I wook wike a bimbo!” she shrieked. She’d yanked her thumb out of her mouth to speak, but her new plumped-up lips were enough on their own to make a mockery of her once-confident, commanding voice. She felt sick. Her mouth definitely wasn’t meant for talking anymore. DSLs, Madelyn thought in revulsion. She had dick-sucking lips. But if her lips had been enlarged, it was nothing compared to what the Magician had done to her breasts. She cupped them in her hands, feeling their weight in disbelief. Jugs. The word came into her head unbidden. She had jugs. Knockers. Melons.

“I forgot, you don’t approve of large breasts, do you Maddy?” the Magician mocked. He conjured an academic-looking paper from nowhere and opened it. Madelyn recognised it as one of the feminist journals she occasionally wrote for. “Where was it… Ah, here we are. ‘Women who fill their bodies with silicone and inflate their breasts for the sole purpose of making themselves more appealing to the male gaze are the very worst among women. They reduce themselves to objects, livestock with ridiculous, oversized udders, making a mockery not just of themselves, but of every other woman whose reputation is damaged as a result.’” The Magician looked up from the article, grinning. “How does it feel, Maddy?” he asked. “To have a pair of udders of your own?”

Madelyn glared at him furiously, but with her bimbo-blonde hair framing her face and her pouty lips wrapped around her thumb, her scowl just looked adorable – and the tears glittering in her eyes didn’t help. They threatened to spill down her cheeks, but Madelyn was desperate not to cry. She was determined not to degrade herself even further by bawling like a baby, no matter what the Magician did to her.

“Poor little thing,” the Magician cooed. “What’s the matter, honey? There’s no need to look so upset. I’m sure you’re worried that none of your ugly old pantsuits and mannish clothes will fit over your new figure, isn’t that right? Well don’t worry. I’ve taken the liberty of supplying you with a whole new wardrobe of appropriate outfits! Why don’t we get you dressed, cutiepie? You’re a gorgeous girl, Maddy, but you can’t go running around in your birthday suit all day. We’ll soon have you looking pretty as a princess!” He snapped his fingers, and Madelyn felt clothes reappear on her body at once.

She looked at herself in the mirror again and let out another squeal of dismay. Framing her face and her newly bleached blonde head was a pale pink baby bonnet, trimmed in white lace at the edges, much like the one that Katherine had chosen to wear for the challenge. She was also wearing a pastel pink frock, so puffy and frilly that it might have made her look like a two-year-old on the way to visit her grandma if it wasn’t for the fact that the outline of her enormous tits were clearly visible beneath it, her nipples poking out obscenely. The hem of her childish dress ended halfway down her perky, plumped-up rear, leaving the bulky adult nappy she was now wearing almost completely exposed. It bulged around her bottom and between her thighs, pushing her slender legs apart and contrasting ridiculously with her new ultrafeminine body. She also wore a pair of thigh-high white socks with pink bows on the top, and on her feet were two black, silver-buckled Mary-Janes. With her thumb planted in her mouth to complete the image, Madelyn looked utterly ridiculous. Staring back at her in the mirror, wide-eyed and horrified, was a voluptuous woman’s body crammed into the most babyish clothes she could possibly imagine.

Abby had to stifle a laugh, and Katherine allowed herself a smirk – she’d disliked Madelyn’s superior attitude, and obvious disdain for her profession as a model, right from the start, and as far as she was concerned, the stupid woman was getting exactly what was coming to her.

Upon seeing her new outfit, Madelyn instinctively took a step backwards, and as she did so her nipples brushed against the material of her frock dress. Immediately, a rush of pleasure pulsed through her tits, sending a delightful tingle straight down her spine and into her pussy. She had to suck hard on her thumb to supress a moan, and her pussy started getting wet inside her nappy. After the feeling passed, she looked up at the Magician in shock.

“Have you noticed how sensitive your new boobies are, baby?” he asked, chuckling. “You were so austere and sexless before, but I think keeping you constantly horny will improve your attitude towards men, don’t you think?”

Madelyn could only whine her displeasure, struggling to keep her mind clear as every slight movement she made caused her boobs to rub against the fabric of her clothes and send another bolt of ecstasy coursing through her body. She shook her head and tried to focus. She had other things to worry about. She clutched at the bulky white diaper between her legs with a fearful expression on her face. Had she been made incontinent too?!

“Don’t worry, little Maddy, you’ve still got your potty training,” the Magician soothed her, correctly interpreting her look of terror. “But I thought putting you in nappies would help prevent that naughty little no-no spot of yours leaving icky wet spots everywhere. I know how much all this is turning you on.”

Madelyn’s self-control failed. Hot tears ran down her cheeks, and she started to sniffle. She looked over at Abby, Becky, and Katherine, and seeing the looks of mingled pity and contempt on their faces, she burst into tears. She was supposed to be the one who was always in control! The tough, self-possessed woman who’d lead them out of this mess! And now she was just some stupid bimbo baby! She bawled like a little girl, destroying whatever was left of her reputation among the others.

“Awww,” the Magician cooed condescendingly. “There, there, baby.” He pulled Madelyn’s bombshell body in for a cuddle, one hand rubbing her back, the other patting her padded bottom. “It’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

Madelyn sobbed into his chest. She wanted to shove him away, to spit in the face of this evil, tyrannical patriarch… but she was too overwhelmed by her emotions, and too scared of what else he might do to her.

“Abby, Katherine, the two of you can go back to your rooms and change if you like,” the Magician said. “We’ll be meeting back in the dining room for lunch and the second vote. Becky, you’d better stay here so I can change that stinky little bottom of yours. And I think baby Maddy could do with a bit more cuddling before I send her off too.”

Madelyn continued to cry. Becky blushed, but she was pleased she’d finally be getting out of the disgusting diaper that was now hanging off her hips. Abby and Katherine hurried out of the hall and back towards their rooms – they didn’t talk all the way, still angry at each other from their last encounter alone. Katherine wrinkled her nose pointedly at the soaking wet skirt and underwear Abby was wearing, and Abby shot her a nasty look before entering her room.

Once she was inside, Abby immediately stripped off her soggy skirt and peeled her pissy underwear down her legs. She was relieved that she hadn’t lost and ended up like Madelyn, stuck looking like some ridiculous adult baby pornstar, but still… she’d come second to last again. How much longer could she keep this up? It would only take one mistake for her life to be permanently altered. She changed back into adult clothes – it seemed as though the Magician had transported her entire wardrobe from home to this room – and lay down on the bed, trying to get the imagine of the once-confident Madelyn sobbing like a babified barbie-doll out of her mind.

Sometime later, Abby left her room and headed for the dining room for lunch. The other three girls were already there – Katherine looking snooty, Becky looking embarrassed but pleased to be out of her filthy nappy at last (though the outline of her fresh one was visible under her jeans), and Madelyn sucking her thumb, teary-eyed and big-titted, looking like a mallrat bimbo who’d raided a store full of toddler clothes. The Magician was sat at the head of the table again, tucking into a steak.

Abby took a seat and helped herself to food. None of them talked, just like every other meal they’d had so far. On the one hand, they were all in this together, innocents stolen away by the Magician for his sick game, but on the other hand they all knew that only one of them could win his insane competition and avoid a terrible fate. It was hard to feel a sense of camaraderie with people they’d have to vote out, writing down their names and condemning them to a lifetime of diapers or spankings or whatever other twisted fantasies the Magician had in mind for them.

Once they were all finished with their food, the Magician got to his feet, smiling down at all of them with that horrible sparkling light in his dark eyes. “Well girls,” he said, “you know the drill.” He waved his hand and their plates vanished, to be replaced by the ballot box. “I’ll give you a few moments to talk among yourselves.” He vanished.

Abby knew she had to move quickly. Katherine would almost certainly vote for her this round, so she had to make sure neither of the others would too. She hurried over to Becky and whispered, “How about we both vote for Katherine? She’s such a stuck-up bitch! You’ve seen the way she looks at us, haven’t you? Like we’re something disgusting.”

Becky looked pathetically hopeful. “You don’t think I’m disgusting?” she asked meekly.

Abby had to stop herself laughing. Of course she thought Becky was disgusting! Who wouldn’t? She was a grown woman who still pooped her pants for God’s sake! Abby had had to put up with her stinking up every room she was in for just one day and she already wanted her kicked out of the competition – but saving her own neck took precedence at the moment, and years of cheating on her boyfriends had made her an excellent liar. “Of course not!” she said earnestly. “This isn’t your fault, Becky. It’s the Magician and his sick games. You can’t help what he’s turned you into. But Katherine doesn’t understand that. Personally, I think she deserves whatever the Magician decides to do to her.”

“What are you two talking about?” Katherine interrupted angrily, toddling over to them.

Madelyn followed, not wanting to be left out, but just the walk around the dining table was enough to leave her a wet, squirming mess. Her boobs jiggled near-constantly, and the tingling pleasure that began in her oversensitive nipples rushed straight to her twat. She gasped and moaned behind her thumb, blushing furiously.

“None of your business,” Abby told her. She turned to Madelyn. “I think we should vote for Katherine. We need to start thinking about how to get out of this mess, and we need someone like you to help with that, Miss Smith. But we don’t need her.”

Madelyn barely heard her. She was sucking her thumb enthusiastically and fighting the urge to shove one of her hands down the front of her nappy and start playing with herself. But she understood enough of what Abby had said to get the message. She looked at Katherine appraisingly.

Katherine glared back. “You’ve got to be joking. Abby is clearly the one we need to vote out! She’s a nasty, manipulative little brat. Only someone totally stupid would fall for her tricks.”

Abby opened her mouth furiously, but before any of them could say any more, the Magician reappeared in their midst, making them jump.

“It’s time, girls,” he grinned. “I hope you’re ready.” He handed a piece of paper and a crayon to each other them, and they moved away from each other to lean over the table and write down a name.

The Magician collected them up when they were done, and looked down at them. He laughed. “Three to one!” he said happily. “Oh dear! Someone’s not very popular, I see.”

Katherine’s superior look faltered slightly. She hadn’t lost. The other two must have voted for Abby as well. She was going to win the competition and wish herself back to normal, in addition to whatever else she wanted. She wasn’t going to spend the rest of her life waddling about like a stupid toddler. She couldn’t.

Then the Magician’s gaze fell upon her. “It looks like it’s bye-bye for little Katie,” he cooed mockingly.

Abby grinned almost as broadly as the Magician.

“No,” said Katherine, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. “NO!” She backed away as the Magician advanced on her, but she lost her balance and fell hard on her bottom.

The Magician stood over her with an evil look in his eyes. “I know the perfect penalty for you, young lady,” he said. “All that status as a model has gone straight to your head, you see. I think your fellow contestants got a sense of why you have a reputation as the most bitchy and entitled girl in the whole modelling industry, and they only got to know you for a day! But fortunately for everyone else, those days are over. The catwalk isn’t the right place for a silly little girl, Katie.” The Magician grinned sadistically. “Especially not one who can’t even dress herself!”

Katherine looked petrified. With a wave of the Magician’s hand, the elegant dress that she’d changed into after that day’s challenge vanished, to be replaced by a silly, frilly baby frock, just like the one Madelyn’s stripper body was crammed into, only pure white instead of pink. Her silk stockings and expensive heels disappeared too, replaced by ruffled socks and trainers with Velcro straps. A lacy bonnet soon framed her face, the same one she’d worn earlier that day, and an enormous baby bib came into being to tie itself around her neck. Emblazoned on the front was a cartoonish depiction of Katherine’s own face, grinning stupidly and covered in baby food, above a caption that read “Messy Little Girl”. A pacifier on the end of a cord appeared out of nowhere, clipping itself to the front of her frock in case any adults needed to soothe the fussy, overgrown baby it belonged to. Finally, her underwear began to thicken, her lacey lingerie expanding between her legs and turning white.

Katherine stared down at her new clothes, appalled. She looked absolutely ludicrous! Even worse than when she’d dressed up for the second challenge! She lifted up the hem of her toddler dress and screamed when she saw the bulky disposable diaper taped around her waist. She immediately started clawing at it, desperate to rip it off and fling it away, but the moment her fingers made contact with her nappy, they become weak and uncoordinated, and all she could do was pat feebly at the puffy white padding.

“I can’t get it off!” Katherine shrieked, panicking and starting to hyperventilate.

“Of course you can’t, sweetie,” said the Magician. “Weren’t you listening to what I said? You can’t dress yourself anymore. I’ve taken that privilege away from you permanently. Other people will decide what you wear from now on. Maybe that will teach you a little bit of humility.”

Katherine started screaming madly.

“Time for you to head home, little one!” the Magician said happily, his voice raised over the din. “I’ll leave you to your family to look after. I hear you have a sister who you’ve been very rude to for years. I’m sure she’ll take good care of you! Bye-bye, baby!”

And with a snap of his fingers, the fashion model turned screeching baby-woman disappeared off to her new life, leaving the other three ladies staring at the place where she’d vanished, her screams still echoing in their ears.

[the-final-high-noon-rings]

day 2 of @mechtober-2024 - secondary characters!

the reason theyre all women is because. um. i may have originally started this for mech's women's week. which was. 2months ago.....

[Image IDs:

Image 1: A pencil drawing of several minor characters from Once Upon a Time (in Space) by the Mechanisms. Left to right are the Red Hood, Colonel Belle, Old Rosie, Schezerehade and Dunyazad, and General Tuco. The Red Hood is a small Asian person with dark bangs visible under a long cloak. Behind her is the vague shape of some sort of monster, meant to be a representation of her wolf virus. Colonel Belle is a thin, white, stern-looking woman with a knee-length light coloured coat, hair pulled back in a bun. She has a narrow face, lined with age and scowls at the camera. Old Rosie is a Rose Red, in dark armor, with short hair and a walker. Schezerehade is a small, mousy white woman with long, dark hair and dark clothes, wearing a skirt and vest, as well as small boots. Dunyazad is a mirror of Schezerehade, with light hair and clothing in place of the darkness in Schezerehade's design. Both sisters wear rectangular glasses. General Tuco is a tall, afrolatina woman with shoulder-length curly (~3a) dark hair. She wears a dark bodysuit, with several belts crossing her chest. The drawing is cut out, and laid on a black dresser. In cursive, at the top, it reads "Once Upon a Time (in Space)", with the logo of the album crudely drawn. Each character is labelled with their name in small, round handwriting.

Image 2: A pencil drawing of characters from the Toy Soldier's Story by the Mechanisms. Left to right are the Angel, the Real Girl, the Old Woman, and Pierette. The Angel is a thin, blonde white woman with a shoulder-length, feather-like hairstyle, a small, pointy nose, and pale eyes. She has a white cane, and wears light, loose-fitting clothing. The Real Girl is a short, mid-sized light-skinned brown woman with short, curly (~3c) dark hair. She wears a sweater, round glasses, and a long, dark skirt, and holds a guitar. The Old Woman is a short, fat white woman with a beehive-like hairdo, and wears an old-fashioned ball gown. Pierette is a tall, thin, white woman with back-length blonde hair that curls into itself at the end. She wears rectangular glasses, a short skirt, and a tank top. Pierette has a dark knee brace on her left leg. The drawing is cut out, and laid on a black dresser. In cursive, at the top, it reads "The Toy Soldier's Story". Each character is labelled with their name in spall, round handwriting.

Image 3: A pencil drawing of characters from Ulysses Dies at Dawn by the Mechanisms. Left to right are Athena, Arachne, Actea and Lyssa, Penelope, and Calypso. Athena is a white woman with mid-toned curly (~2c) hair. She wears a closely cut suit, and has long, dangling earrings. Arachne is a black woman with her hair in braids. She wears a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater, and a long skirt. Arachne sits in a wheelchair. Actea is a short, mid-sized dark-skinned Latina person with wavy (~2a) hair. She wears a dark tank top, with dark shorts that are rolled up. Several belts cross her chest, and Actea wears rectangular glasses, with a prosthetic left leg. Lyssa is a short, thin, light-skinned Latina person with straight, shoulder-length dark hair. She wears long pants and a jacket with the sleeves rolled up, showing a prosthesis attached to the elbow of her left arm. Penelope is a tall, fat brown woman with an afro-like hairstyle, with ~4b textured hair. She has large round glasses, and wears a dark, flowy romper with a toga-like cloth draped over it. Calypso is a thin white woman with mid-back-length blonde hair, and appears to be wearing leggings and a close-fitting jacket. In her left hand she holds a bottle. The drawing is cut out, and laid on a black dresser. In cursive, at the top, it reads "Ulysses Dies at Dawn", with the logo of the album crudely drawn. Each character is labelled with their name in small, round handwriting. End ID.]

(sorry for the longness of the post haha)

[wyrmguardsecrets]

Okay, not understanding why people are saying they don’t like writing character descriptions because it’s related to smut or something. Go ahead and call every single book a smut publication I guess, because writing what your character looks like is basic writing.

Writing? On an RP server? Oh, perish the thought! *swoon*

I love when people get into detailed descriptions about their character. I will write an entire paragraph about my character’s face if I can, just because that’s how people are in real life. If you wanted to differentiate your face from all the other people in the world, wouldn’t you take the time to tell others what you looked like? Where the little freckle above your eye is? What shade of green your irises are? How worn from the years of turmoil your skin is? The crinkled crows feet beside your eyes? How your hair curls behind your ears? Thick or thin eyebrows, widows peak or side part, unique hairstyles, eye colors, skin colors, any other descriptor that in game models don’t have?

The in game models are so painfully unable to be edited, especially void elves. There’s only a few hairstyles, and only one is short for fems. Very few colors to choose from. One shade of black, two shades of red, and like three for blonde. And eye color is even fewer choices.

If your character looks exactly like the in game model, that’s great, fine. But being descriptive doesn’t mean smut. If I’m describing my character as having a thin frame, I’m not instantly like “that means I want her to get thrown around by a huge worgen with huge Worgen wolf meat.” No. It means she has a thin frame. It means she’s had a past where maybe she didn’t get to eat as much and she’s adjusted to that, or maybe she has a high metabolism. Or maybe she fights a fuck ton and is wiry muscular. The entire statement is kinda erp shaming, too. If I wanted my human to be a big tiddy, thicc thigh goddess, who cares? Why is that a bad thing? Those women exist in real life. Thin women exist in real life. Excluding women who have curves is a little body shaming, and you can go ahead and tell every woman who shows cleavage she’s a sl*t if that’s your take on RP characters who show cleavage.

I don’t do erp, and that’s clearly stated in all of my profiles. Yet I still put a paragraph into my character’s basic appearance, because I enjoy doing it. Let people write, let them have fun. Let them make their character unique from all the other models of Kaldorei/human/dwarf/orc/troll/vulpera in the game. If you think describing your character in detail means you’re a smut lord, you need to stop reading any book ever.

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[cobragardens]

The Missed(?) Connection

Here's a story about how fucking stupid life is.

When I worked in Manchester city centre I would commute in every day on the train from one of the market towns. This would have been c. 2014-2015, before I started having panic attacks about going to work but after I'd been written up for being 5-10 minutes late most mornings.*

Every morning I would walk up Deansgate from Deansgate Station to the office, stopping at a Sainsburys Local to buy breakfast. This particular morning I was late as usual, so the great migration had already browsed the foliage of yogurt bars and uninspiring sandwiches and thundered onwards; besides the store clerk there was only one other person in the shop with me.

Do you believe people can fall in love at first sight?

I did not believe any such thing, so it was QUITE THE SURPRISE to me when I did it.

Here is what I remember about her:

*She was wearing one of those Nepalese yak-wool jackets with the bright rainbow-dyed yarn they sell at the Christmas market every year. Most such garments end up smelling strongly of b.o. and weed stank, grimy and unravelling, but hers was bright and well kept, and she wore it over a short black skirt and tights and managed to achieve a kind of insouciant charm with it so marked that it didn't occur to me for years after that she might have been wearing the jacket for pride reasons.

*She was trans and white and straight-sized.

*Her hair was a well-chosen blonde that would look plausible on her when freshly colored, which at that moment it was not; her hairstyle was a layered cut no longer than her shoulders and in need of a trim.

*The fashion of the time called for contouring and false lashes, but instead she was wearing simple-looking makeup that suited her: black mascara and a lip color somewhere between red and berry. I remember the red of the lip color did not match the cheerful Sno-Cone red of the rainbow jacket but was perfect for her complexion.

*Her black ankle boots had mid heels--the thick sturdy kind of heel good for walking a mile or two in the city if your back doesn't hate you yet. She would have been a bit taller than I am even in stocking feet; the heeled boots took the length of her legs past enviable into devastating.

*She wore a few sterling silver rings, but not so many it looked like dress-up, which is the mistake I always make with them. I coveted at least one of the rings, but I no longer recall their motifs. Her hands were fine-boned, the nails unpainted, knuckles a bit raw and chapped pink, in need of hand cream; I found them enchantingly beautiful.

*I stood behind her while she paid for her breakfast. I recall thinking the style of her pocketbook was cool. I don't remember now what it looked like.

*Her face wore that mildly unhappy cast people's faces have when they're going to work in the mornings and haven't quite finished the process of stuffing away enough of their real life's problems to appear together and professional. Just ever so slightly fragile.

I had no contact with anyone queer in the country. To my knowledge I'd met three trans people in my whole life. I'd dated a grand total of one woman. All my other previous relationships had been with men.

And none of that mattered, because I was in love. Just like that.

I don't know how I knew, but I knew, and the certainty was simple and clear and easy: I knew I wanted to ask her to dinner, and I knew I wanted to know her on whatever terms she was comfortable being known. I knew I wanted to give her footrubs and brush her hair and ask her about her day and memorize which of her coworkers were giving her grief.

And I didn't ask her out. Because I was late for work. Late enough that it didn't matter if I stopped to get breakfast at the Sainsburys Local, but also late enough that if I stopped to talk to someone I'd be written up again.

I am sure you will agree that this sucks on multiple levels. For one thing it sucks that I was not a person worthy of her, a person not in danger of being fired, a person capable of getting to work on time more than 1 day in 4, a person who could afford to be late long enough to chat her up.

For another thing it's a bit Pink Floyd's The Wall that I was so beaten down by life I was financially and psychologically compelled to crush part of my soul, and who knows, maybe a shot at real love and a beautiful future, in order to remain employed.

It haunts me that there are things that I don't even know I don't know about myself, and that I experienced something that can't be explained, and of course most of all that I will never know whether that feeling of serendipity was accurate.

But the thing that really gets up my nose about this event, the thing that makes me think that any god that exists must be an evil motherfucker, is this:

The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to try for something precious and true and my inability to meet that opportunity were the same moment, brought about by the same set of circumstances. If I hadn't been so late to work I couldn't stop to talk to her, I wouldn't have been in the shop at the same time she was. I would never have seen her.

*Improbably, I was unaware at the time that I had anxiety.

[autumnteawithfriends]

Hairstyling

Pairings: MusicArtist aka Jumpin Johnny Jumble/Colora Contour(OC), Mentioned PsychoConductor aka Professor Rocket/Melody Maestra(OC)

I now bestow the Crashbox fandom with a fluffy OC x Canon oneshot fanfic

If you want to learn more about my Crashbox OCs Colora Contour and Melody Maestra, check out my art account @art-tea-chill

Now that I’ve gotten your attention, let the fanfic begin!

It was a relatively normal day off for Jumpin Johnny Jumble, especially so considering how chaotic Crashbox can be normally. While the crew doesn’t really have day offs, the situation at the factory made it an exception. Johnny didn’t really know the whole story, all he remembered from his conversation with Dora Smarmy was that most of the machines broke down during maintenance and thus the robots are still trying to figure on how to replace and/or fix some of them.

Johnny was in the kitchen making himself and Colora their morning drinks. He was making battery acid flavored coffee (he can’t exactly drink liquids normally) and made Colora her favorite, cold sweet tea. While both of them don’t require drinks, heck, Johnny doesn’t even have a mouth and Colora can’t move hers, hers is just painted on her wooden face. Both of them still find it nice to do.

While Johnny put Colora’s tea in the fridge for it to cool off, he spotted something on the table. Upon closer inspection, he figured out it was a magazine. A decently thick one at that. He assumed Colora bought it since he didn’t remember buying anything.

Johnny held the magazine in his wired hands, analyzing the cover. The magazine’s title was “Top 50 Hairstyles Throughout The Decade! FT: Models” Despite not being spelt out, Johnny assumed the magazine was referring to Women’s hairstyles. Considering there were pictures of three women on the left side of the cover. All three photos of the women were vertically aligned on the left of the front cover like a photo strip, only thing that was missing was the iconic black reel to go with it.

The woman in the top left photo was a young blond, she had an athletic high ponytail hairstyle and also had clumps of hair on the sides. The sides reminded him of Princess Peach’s hair and her photo was done at a 3/4ths angle with her facing the right.

The second woman was a brunette and looked older, but still pretty nonetheless. Her hair was more vintage-esque since it was fancy ringlets with a smoothed out top and bangs. Her photo was also at a 3/4ths angle, but she was facing the left instead of the right.

The final woman on the cover had black hair and her hairstyle made it look like she came straight out of the 50s. Her hair was short, not even covering half of her neck, yet it was bobbed up all fancifully. Unlike the other women, her photo angle was more akin to a headshot with as it was front view.

Johnny didn’t really know why Colora bought a hairstyling magazine of all things. It was maybe because he expected her to get something art-related, but to be fair, only doing art stuff all day during multiple day offs does sound maddening. In fact, Johnny thought Colora would probably look gorgeous in most of these hairstyles (not that she already is).

However, Johnny’s train of thought was interrupted when he heard a feminine yawn.

Colora had finally woken up and had walked into the kitchen. Instead of her usual fit, she was wearing a oversized grey t-shirt Johnny bought once and never wore and black baggy pants.

“Good morning sweetie…” Colora said drowsily.

“Mornin’ Babe” Johnny remarked flirtatiously, Colora sleepily giggled at it. “I put your tea in the fridge, I know how you like it cold.”

“Aww…Your so sweet…” Colora remarked before going to get the tea from the fridge, she was usually very drowsy after waking up. Tea helped get her energy back up.

Johnny skimmed through the magazine, all the pages were showing a random hairstyle from a specific decade and a guide on what you need to do to achieve it. Admittedly, it was surprisingly boring considering the content.

“Baby, I’ve gotta question to ask…” Johnny mentioned.

Colora looked back at Johnny, already having finished the tea.

“What’s the question honey?” Colora replied, she started looking at Johnny intently. Just in case it was something serious.

“Were you the one who bought this magazine?” Johnny answered, showing Colora the hairstyling magazine. Colora was relieved to hear it was just about that.

“Oh! Yes I did!” Colora replied excitedly, “I figured since we essentially have a mini summer break because of the machines, I thought hairstyling might help!” Colora then switched to a disappointed face, “But sadly, that book was boring! I guess it’s true of what they say, check out the market before you park it!”

“Yeah…” the content was pretty crummy.” Johnny responded. “Although we don’t have to return that magazine exactly…”

Colora switched to a more confused face, “What do you mean?”

“Colora”, Johnny continued, “Do you want me to style your hair?”

Colora switched to a more happier face on the flick of a dime.

“Really?!” Colora exclaimed excitedly, “Thank you!” Johnny chuckled at her enthusiasm, he genuinely liked her goofiness.

Both Johnny and Colora moved to the living room, with Johnny sitting on the couch and with Colora slightly propped up against the cushions. Johnny figured a low, loose ponytail would suit her.

“Hey babe” Johnny asked, “Do you have a hair tie on you?”

Colora shook her head, “Sorry honey, I don’t. But! There should be some in the bathroom!”

“Thanks babe” said Johnny as he went to the bathroom, he came back into the living room with one hair tie around one of his wired fingers.

Both of them had a very fun morning to say. Whilst Johnny was doing Colora’s hair, Colora was chatting with him about random topics: Art, painting, Melody Maestra and Professor Rocket having recently discovered romantic tension, etc.

In the end, Johnny was right. Colora looks very beautiful in a messy low and loose ponytail.

[sweethoneyrose83]

Meet The Characters Genre: Childhood Friends/Frenemies to Lovers 

Time Era: Modern Day Name: Velvet Vanessa Raglan 

Age:25

Birthday: August 6th 1999

Her Family: Loving Mother and Father, Her golden retriever puppy- Bones

Born in NYC, moved to a small town of Hurricane Utah when her dad got a new job 

She’s Italian 

Pastel Goth Bimbo 

Bisexual 

Studies Art and Makeup at the community college

Her favorite movie is Scream 

Her favorite video game - Lollipop Chainsaw 

She has Instagram and she would stream on twitch ( that’s the only social media she had other than Telegram) She works part time at a movie theater 

Velvet Appearance

Standing 5' 2" Velvet is a pale skinned woman who has a possessed feeling about her, and she has a large scar on her back which she never talks about.

Her long, curly, blonde hair, currently dyed vivid mint green. 

She has captivating, puffy, light blue eyes, rosy cheeks and a straight nose.

She has a thin torso with large breasts and a well-defined waist, curvy hips, short arms, and  gentle hands

She has an animal tattoo on her left ankle and also has a poetic tattoo on her right wrist.

She has piercings in three places: her navel, her left and right upper ear. 

She wears black eyeliner, light blush, black lipstick, minty green eyeshadow and a glittery foundation.

She also wears multiple bracelets on both wrists. 

Name: William Evan Drew 

Age: 26

Birthday: December 8th 1998

His Family: A single mom and his aunt 

Born in the UK but moved to the small town with his mother. She wanted to move to her hometown, which was the small town of Utah, Hurricane.  

Demi- Asexual

His British

Studies Criminology at the community college 

Works part time at a hardware store 

Has known Velvet since they were kids. 

Their mothers used to work together at a now old run down pizzeria and they were each other's best friends. William's Appearance

Standing 6' 3" tall, William's a pale skinned man who has a stoic feel about him. 

He has a scar on his neck which resulted from a fight years ago. 

He has sunken, narrow, gray eyes, rosy cheeks and a straight nose 

His short, straight, black hair styled like #2 on the list but doesn't have the Pink https://machohairstyles.com/sexy-emo-hairstyles-for-guys/

He has a lanky thin frame, large hands 

He has a tattoo covering his right wrist ( It's a little rabbit that has Velvet's name under it) 

He has piercing in his left nostril both earlobes.

[holyknot666]

The Friendly Jötunn

I was prancing in the forest, looking for some friends to play with. The birds were singing, the wind was gently blowing and the smell of the forest was calming. While I was resting from looking for friends, I heard the sound of metal hitting metal and grunting; ���weird, people usually don’t come to this neck of the woods, maybe they are training to become heroes!’ I thought with wonder.‘Maybe I can help,’ as I thought to myselfI decided to check it out, even though I didn’t really want to, but I grumply got up and stretched, then started to walk towards the weirdos that like to go into the woods and play with swords. As I got closer to the small group, the birds stopped chirping, the wind wasn’t blowing anymore… it was quiet, I’ve always hated the quiet; ‘they must have heard them too, I need to be careful, but that group should be careful too. I need to hurry and try to protect them or they might die. I don’t want people to die anymore; why does my kin have to be so violent?’ I thought as I started to pick up the pace, and start running. I finally make it to the small group of them, and watch from afar; hoping they wouldn’t notice me. “Huh” the sensei said, he looked maybe in his 30s, he has a goat-t and a small wooden stick in his mouth, a chonmage hairstyle with dark hair, and a hooded red cloak with an atom symbol on the back draped over his open blue haori. Beneath the haori is a traditional loose-fitting white robe tied with a white sash and two haori himos, and lastly with two swords on his left side.“What was that?” A woman said. She was wearing a pastel pink long sleeve, and a long dark blue skirt, with black hair, and a standard katana. “Maybe we should check what that was,” A man said,wearing a black hakama worn over a black kimono, and his hair similar to his sensei’s, with dark hair as well , and a katana whose blade looks like a drill.“What if it’s a monster?” A younger man said he had short blond hair and blue eyes. He wears a long-sleeved black shirt under his sleeveless medieval iron armor with a shoulder pad on his left shoulder. And lastly he’s carrying a katana that has a black hilt with a circular hand-guard. The sheath is painted black. “Why would a monster come over here?” said the bushy eyebrowed man. Questioning the younger man.“Why wouldn’t a monster try to attack us,” the blond replied, clearly agitated.“We’re heroes, monsters would probably stray away from us since we’re high ranked heroes.” the woman replied.“Okamaitachi and Bushidrill are right, Laian, monsters wouldn’t come to us for no reason.” Said the sensei. The sensei looked in my direction, I got scared and took a step back, but a branch snapped under my hoove. Startling them, they all took out swords and got ready to attack, but I shifted my head and looked at the other Jötunn near me. ‘Crap, their already here, I should’ve been quickier’ I thought to myself“What was that?” Okamaitachi said she looked concerned. “I don't know… could be anything,” said the sensei.

This is all I have so far, I hope I you like it! Sorry if I got some of the characters personalities wrong I haven't watched opm in a while; feel free to tell me if you liked it or not!

[paganimagevault]

Scythian gold belt buckle of figures resting under a tree 4th-3rd C. BCE. H. 12.3, L. 16.1 cm, Wt. 465.04g. Southern Siberia. & Wooden headdress with pigtail. Pazyryk barrow no. 5. 252-238 BCE. Wood, leather, hair, wool, felt, silk. H. c. 40, diam. 17.8 cm. See 'Scythian mummy tomb (fifth Pazyryk kurgan), Pazyryk culture 4th-3rd C. BCE' post on my blog for more info on this burial.

On the Scythian gold belt buckle: "This outstanding and very famous object has been published many many times, as its imagery contains much that is synonymous with what we know about the Scythians. This scene is often referred to in literature as 'resting under the tree', and parallels may be drawn to surviving costume, hairstyles and weaponry of the Scythians. However, it should also be examined within a mythological context, as the presence of anthropomorphic characters in the art of the ancient nomads had a high degree of semantic significance, as did the special status of their owners. This is why the female deity, associated with the earth and flora - the tree in this scene is an allusion to the 'Tree of Life' - may represent the 'Great Mother', who was a giver of life but was also associated with underworld powers. Wedding rituals went hand in hand with ideas of death and funerary rites in archaic communities. The central quiver hanging from the branches of the tree recalls Herodotus' account of the important role the quiver played in the wedding symbolism of the nomads: 'There, when a man desires a woman, he hangs his quiver before her wagon, and has intercourse with her. none hindering' []. It appears that this entire scene may refer to a mythical story where the death of the protagonist parallels his marriage to the 'Great Mother'. This sacred union was seen as a requisite for the renewal of life and the completion of the full cycle of birth, death, and rebirth of all living creatures."

...

On the Scythian wooden headdress: "The base of this female headdress is a flat-topped wooden cap. Rectangular grooves on either side originally held thin ear-like plates with a smooth edge along the bottom, of which only the right one survives. The flat top of the cap was covered with leather. Two circular holes measuring 1.5-2cm across were made in the nape and four more in the crown (one in the centre and three around the edges). On either side of these are two short hollow cylinders covered in silk and attached to the wooden base by sinew passed through small holes. A row of small holes was drilled through the back, and three of these still contain scraps of sinew. It appears that the headdress originally had a nape cover made of soft material, either cloth, felt or leather, and the entire headdress may have been covered in cloth. This headdress was attached directly to the dark blonde hair of the woman who wore it. Her hair was largely shaved off but left intact on the crown. This portion was then divided into two braids looped through circular holes in the centre of the wooden cap, and wrapped around a black horsehair cord. Wool thread with thick, light-colored felt strips secured the entire headdress to the top of her head. Another braid, about 37cm long and made from the hair of the same woman with two woolen cords, was tied to the top of the headdress with twine and knotted at the top and the bottom.

Despite some similar features, the wooden base of this mid-third-century BCE headdress-wig from burial mound 5 at Pazyryk is different from earlier wigs. It most closely resembles the female headdress depicted on the belt plaques with the 'under the tree scene' from the Siberian Collection of Peter the Great. It is possible that the woman who wore this was a foreign consort of the chieftain buried in the fifth burial mound at Pazyryk, and this is supported by the fact that her tattoos include designs which are uncommon in Pazyryk imagery, but instead resemble those found to the west."

-Scythians, warriors of ancient Siberia. Edited by St. John Simpson and Svetlana Pankova. The British Museum.

[dryades-angeli]

Hauros colorpalette of Hairstyles

I think pretty much everyone knows Hauro's (Howl's) Moving Castle and everyone will have noticed that Hauro changes his hairstyle quite often. This happens because he changes his hair using potions to better hide himself and create new identities. I have summarized all the hairstyles for you, how and why they came about. ~*~ The blonde bob with a layered cut.

Hauro is most often seen with this hairstyle. He wears this hairstyle, along with a pink and blue checkered coat, when he first meets Sophie and saves her from the soldiers. When Sophie moves in with them as an old woman, he also has this appearance. After that, he was never seen with that hairstyle and coat again. The blonde bob with cutted pony

After Sophie moved in with them as an old woman and they wanted to eat breakfast together at the table, Hauro discovered the curse of the witch from Neverland, which she had passed on to Sophie. This curse caused Sophie to turn into an old woman and she could not talk about the curse or what caused it. After Hauro discovered the curse, he left the dinner table early to take a bath. After taking the bath, he left the house with the same hairdo. Except his bangs had just been cut off. He also wore a coat with more muted colors and therefore appeared very elegant and less playful.

After Hauro flew out to assess the effects of the war, he returned to the castle. However, when he transformed from a bird back into a human, the straight pony was gone. The orange bathroom accident

After breakfast, Sopie starts to get everything in shape. She almost kills Cafizer and manages to change Hauro's magic tear so that THIS comes out. Of course, the vain magician is anything but pleased. The "Spirits of Darkness" hair style

Because Hauro suffered from his orange hair color, because he no longer looked beautiful, he called the spirits of darkness. His hair turns black and his body becomes quite slimy. So Sophie puts him in the bathroom, where Markl then takes care of him. Later you see Hauro lying in his bed. His hair is completely black and the bob with the French cut is back. Only this time in black instead of blonde. He doesn´t wear a coat anymore.

The change in his hair color is very easy to see. Back to his Naturals

We see Hauro's blue hair when he sent Sophie to the king's castle. He faced his master and rescued Sophie and the witch of Neverland. Later you see him again with this hairstyle in a walking castle when he wants to change it for his little family. His bangs are now short and straight, his hair is dark blue, shorter than usual, with a straight-cut bob.

He also wore this hair style as a child. That's why it will probably be his original hairstyle.

The house is finished and Hauro shows Sophie around and shows her a new place he added to the door. It is noticeable that his hair looks a little shorter and therefore rounder. He also tucked his hair behind his ear. ~*~

[moovees]

Best Picture “All Quiet on the Western Front” “Avatar: The Way of Water” “The Banshees of Inisherin” “Elvis” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “The Fabelmans” “TÁR” “Top Gun: Maverick” “Triangle of Sadness” “Women Talking”

Best Director Martin McDonagh (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Dan Kwan and Daniel Scheinert (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”) Steven Spielberg (“The Fabelmans”) Todd Field (“TÁR”) Ruben Östlund (“Triangle of Sadness”)

Best Actress Cate Blanchett (“TÁR”) Ana de Armas (“Blonde”) Andrea Riseborough (“To Leslie”) Michelle Williams (“The Fabelmans”) Michelle Yeoh (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”)

Best Actor Austin Butler (“Elvis”) Colin Farrell (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Brendan Fraser (“The Whale”) Paul Mescal (“Aftersun”) Bill Nighy (“Living”)

Best Supporting Actress Angela Bassett (“Black Panther: Wakanda Forever”) Hong Chau (“The Whale”) Kerry Condon (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Stephanie Hsu (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”) Jamie Lee Curtis (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”)

Best Supporting Actor Brendan Gleeson (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Brian Tyree Henry (“Causeway”) Judd Hirsch (“The Fabelmans”) Barry Keoghan (“The Banshees of Inisherin”) Ke Huy Quan (“Everything Everywhere All at Once”)

International film: “All Quiet on the Western Front” (Germany) “Argentina, 1985” (Argentina) “Close” (Belgium) “EO” (Poland) “The Quiet Girl” (Ireland)

Best animated feature: “Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio” “Marcel the Shell With Shoes On” “Puss in Boots: The Last Wish” “The Sea Beast” “Turning Red”

Original screenplay: “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “The Banshees of Inisherin” “The Fabelmans” “Tár” “Triangle of Sadness”

Visual Effects: “Avatar: The Way of Water” “Top Gun: Maverick” “The Batman” “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” “All Quiet on the Western Front”

Music (original score): Volker Bertelmann, “All Quiet on the Western Front” Justin Hurwitz, “Babylon” Carter Burwell, “The Banshees of Inisherin” Son Lux, “Everything Everywhere All at Once” John Williams, “The Fabelmans”

Original song: “Applause,” from “Tell It Like a Woman” “Hold My Hand,” from “Top Gun: Maverick” “Lift Me Up” from “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” “Naatu Naatu” from “RRR” “This Is a Life” from “Everything Everywhere All at Once.

Documentary feature: “All That Breathes’ “All the Beauty and the Bloodshed” “Fire of Love” “A House Made of Splinters” “Navalny”

Original screenplay: “The Banshees of Inisherin” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “The Fabelmans” “Tár” “Triangle of Sadness.”

Adapted screenplay: “All Quiet on the Western Front” “Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery” “Living,” “Top Gun: Maverick” “Women Talking.

Cinematography: James Friend, “All Quiet on the Western Front” Darius Khondj, “Bardo, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths” Mandy Walker, “Elvis” Roger Deakins, “Empire of Light” Florian Hoffmeister, “Tár”

Costume design: “Babylon” “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” “Elvis” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris”

Animated short: “The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse” “The Flying Sailor” “Ice Merchants” “My Year of Dicks” “An Ostrich Told Me the World is Fake and I Think I Believe it"

Live action short: “An Irish Goodbye” “Ivalu” “Le Pupille” “Night Ride” “The Red Suitcase”

Film editing: “The Banshees of Inisherin” “Elvis” “Everything Everywhere All at Once” “Tár” “Top Gun: Maverick”

Sound: “All Quiet on the Western Front” “Avatar: The Way of Water” “The Batman” "Elvis” “Top Gun: Maverick”

Production design: “All Quiet on the Western Front” “Avatar: The Way of Water” “Babylon” “Elvis" “The Fabelmans."

Makeup and hairstyling: “All Quiet on the Western Front” “The Batman” “Black Panther: Wakanda Forever” “Elvis” “The Whale”

[melicmedia]

Predictions for the 95th Academy Awards (March 12, 2023)

And the Oscar goes to...

KEY: Predicted Winner | My pick*

Best Picture

Everything Everywhere All at Once*

The Banshees of Inisherin

All Quiet on the Western Front

Avatar: The Way of Water

Elvis

The Fabelmans

Tár

Top Gun: Maverick

Triangle of Sadness

Women Talking

Best Actor

Brendan Fraser (The Whale)

Collin Farrell (The Banshees of Inisherin)*

Austin Butler (Elvis)

Paul Mescal (Aftersun)

Bill Nighy (Living)

Best Actress

Michelle Yeoh (Everything Everywhere All at Once)*

Ana de Armas (Blonde)

Andrea Riseborough (To Leslie)

Cate Blanchett (Tár)

Michelle Williams (The Fablemans)

Best Supporting Actor

Ke Huy Quan (Everything Everywhere All at Once)*

Brendan Gleeson (The Banshees of Inisherin)

Brian Tyree Henry (Causeway)

Judd Hirsch (The Fablemans)

Barry Keoghan (The Banshees of Inisherin)

Best Supporting Actress

Angela Bassett (Black Panther: Wakanda Forever)

Stephanie Hsu (Everything Everywhere All at Once)*

Hong Chau (The Whale)

Kerry Condon (The Banshees of Inisherin)

Jamie Lee Curtis (Everything Everywhere All at Once)

Best Animated Film

Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio

Marcel the Shell with Shoes On*

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

The Sea Beast

Turning Red

Best Director

Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert (Everything Everywhere All at Once)*

Martin McDonagh (The Banshees of Inisherin)

Steven Spielberg (The Fabelmans)

Todd Field (Tár)

Ruben Östlund (Triangle of Sadness)

Best Adapted Screenplay

Women Talking (Sarah Polley)*

All Quiet on the Western Front (Edward Berger, Lesley Paterson, Ian Stokell)

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (Rian Johnson)

Living (Kazuo Ishiguro)

Top Gun: Maverick (Ehren Kruger and Eric Warren Singer and Christopher McQuarrie; Peter Craig and Justin Marks)

Best Original Screenplay

The Banshees of Inisherin (Martin McDonagh)*

Everything Everywhere All at Once (Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert)

The Fabelmans (Steven Spielberg, Tony Kushner)

Tár (Todd Field)

Triangle of Sadness (Ruben Östlund)

Best Cinematography

All Quiet on the Western Front

Tár*

Bardo, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths

Elvis

Empire of Light

The Banshees of Inisherin was SNUBBED here

Best Film Editing

Everything Everywhere All at Once

The Banshees of Inisherin*

Elvis

Tár

Top Gun: Maverick

Best Original Score

The Fabelmans

The Banshees of Inisherin*

All Quiet on the Western Front

Babylon

Everything Everywhere All at Once

Best Original Song

Naatu Naatu (RRR)*

Applause (Tell it Like a Woman)

Hold my Hand (Top Gun: Maverick)

Lift Me Up (Black Panther: Wakanda Forever)

This Is a Life (Everything Everywhere All at Once)

Best Visual Effects

Avatar: The Way of Water*

All Quiet on the Western Front

The Batman

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Top Gun: Maverick

Best Sound

Top Gun: Maverick

All Quiet on the Western Front*

Avatar: The Way of Water

The Batman

Elvis

Best Costume Design

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever*

Bablyon

Elvis

Everything Everywhere All at Once

Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris

Best Makeup & Hairstyling

The Whale

The Batman*

All Quiet on the Western Front

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Elvis

Best Production Design

Avatar: The Way of Water

All Quiet on the Western Front*

Babylon

Elvis

The Fabelmans

Best Documentary Feature

Fire of Love*

All That Breathes

All the Beauty and the Bloodshed

A House Made of Splinters

Navalny

Best Documentary Short Subject

Haulout*

The Elephant Whisperers

How Do You Measure a Year

The Martha Mitchell Effect

Stranger at the Gate

Best Animated Short

The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse

The Flying Sailor

Ice Merchants

My Year of Dicks

An Ostrich Told Me the World Is Fake and I Think I Believe It

Best Live-Action Short

An Irish Goodbye

Ivalu

Le Pupille

Night Ride

The Red Suitcase

Best International Film

All Quiet on the Western Front (Germany)

EO (Poland)*

Argentina, 1985 (Argentina)

Close (Belgium)

The Quiet Girl (Ireland)

DISCLAIMER:

It is unlikely I will be able to see everything nominated for an Award either due to time or accessibility (or both). I chose not to predict or say my pick in categories where I haven't seen enough of the nominations to form a good enough opinion.

Also, these are my opinions, if you have different predictions or are rooting for another film/person, please let me know! Please stay tuned for my next post: explaining my picks & predictions. Happy watching!

[aliveandfullofjoy]

omg final oscar predictions let's goooo

Best Picture

All Quiet on the Western Front

Avatar: The Way of Water

The Banshees of Inisherin

Elvis

Everything Everywhere All at Once

The Fabelmans

TÁR

Top Gun: Maverick

Triangle of Sadness

The Whale

Best Director

Edward Berger, All Quiet on the Western Front

Martin McDonagh, The Banshees of Inisherin

Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert, Everything Everywhere All at Once

Steven Spielberg, The Fabelmans

Todd Field, TÁR

Best Actor in a Leading Role

Austin Butler, Elvis

Colin Farrell, The Banshees of Inisherin

Brendan Fraser, The Whale

Paul Mescal, Aftersun

Bill Nighy, Living

Best Actress in a Leading Role

Cate Blanchett, TÁR

Viola Davis, The Woman King

Ana de Armas, Blonde

Danielle Deadwyler, Till

Michelle Yeoh, Everything Everywhere All at Once

Best Actor in a Supporting Role

Paul Dano, The Fabelmans

Brendan Gleeson, The Banshees of Inisherin

Barry Keoghan, The Banshees of Inisherin

Brad Pitt, Babylon

Ke Huy Quan, Everything Everywhere All at Once

Best Actress in a Supporting Role

Angela Bassett, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Hong Chau, The Whale

Kerry Condon, The Banshees of Inisherin

Dolly de Leon, Triangle of Sadness

Stephanie Hsu, Everything Everywhere All at Once

Best Original Screenplay

The Banshees of Inisherin

Everything Everywhere All at Once

The Fabelmans

TÁR

Triangle of Sadness

Best Adapted Screenplay

All Quiet on the Western Front

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery

Living

The Whale

Women Talking

Best Animated Feature

Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio

Marcel the Shell with Shoes On

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

Turning Red

Wendell & Wild

Best International Feature Film

All Quiet on the Western Front

Argentina, 1985

Close

The Quiet Girl

Saint Omer

Best Documentary Feature

All That Breathes

All the Beauty and the Bloodshed

Bad Axe

Descendant

Fire of Love

Best Original Score

Babylon

Everything Everywhere All at Once

The Fabelmans

Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio

Women Talking

Best Original Song

Applause, Tell It Like a Woman

Ciao Papa, Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio

Hold My Hand, Top Gun: Maverick

Lift Me Up, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Naatu Naatu, RRR

Best Film Editing

All Quiet on the Western Front

The Banshees of Inisherin

Elvis

Everything Everywhere All at Once

Top Gun: Maverick

Best Cinematography

All Quiet on the Western Front

Elvis

Empire of Light

The Fabelmans

Top Gun: Maverick

Best Production Design

All Quiet on the Western Front

Avatar: The Way of Water

Babylon

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Elvis

Best Costume Design

Babylon

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Corsage

Elvis

Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris

Best Makeup and Hairstyling

Amsterdam

The Batman

Crimes of the Future

Elvis

The Whale

Best Sound

All Quiet on the Western Front

Avatar: The Way of Water

Elvis

Everything Everywhere All at Once

Top Gun: Maverick

Best Visual Effects

Avatar: The Way of Water

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Nope

Top Gun: Maverick

Best Documentary Short

Anastasia

As Far As They Can Run

The Elephant Whisperers

The Flagmakers

38 at the Garden

Best Animated Short

The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse

The Garbage Man

Ice Merchants

My Year of Dicks

Save Ralph

Best Live Action Short

An Irish Goodbye

Le Pupille

The Lone Wolf

Nakam

Warsha

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Nomination totals

9: Everything Everywhere All at Once 8: All Quiet on the Western Front; The Banshees of Inisherin; Elvis 6: The Fabelmans; Top Gun: Maverick 5: Black Panther: Wakanda Forever; The Whale 4: Avatar: The Way of Water; Babylon; TÁR 3: Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio; Triangle of Sadness 2: Living; Women Talking

[wherecanifindtherobert]

people i saw in dreams but only once

hipsu janis (i dont know his actual name and just call him like this) very skinny and tall boy with very long wavy lightbrown hair

neglected little girl. i met her on the street and she invited me in her flat. that flat was cluttered with some trash, old furniture and looked very unsuitable for living

hatman. he wasnt that hatman who torments people with sleep paralyts. he was just intelligent eldery man who likes art. i think i was him in that deram actually but i dont remember well

mentally and physically sick woman in a fluffy white goat costume. the last love of a hatman. she died in the end of a dream

zulfia. young beautiful girl who lived in big partly ruineded mansion. we all lived in places like this. somewhat apocalyptic dream. there was wery cold so we were laying together under the thick blanket and stared at the water flooded checkered floor

richard. he was a friend of robert, also had black hair but shorter and could shapeshift into a falcon. they lived in a self made shack in the forest

guy with short afro braids. he was a dealer and i helped him to get out with crime or something. i think i liked him a bit which is weird bc hes not my type

plain looking guy who finally found a girlfriend, she moved in with him. it started as a melodrama but that guy was a cannibal who saled peoples parts. his girl was ok with his "job". they lived not far from a house i live in. in the end they moved away.

mom had some teaching program in a hospital, i went with her. on the higher floor there was a psych ward for young ppl. there was a cute guy with black hair, he was there for suicide attempt. he said he would give me his phone nimber but i probably dont wanna hang out with a "psycho". i said that i was locked in psych ward too. we started kissing.

my sister's boyfriend. he had shoulder-lenght wavy brown hair, was very sweet and treated me very kindly. i have no idea how he could be her boyfriend, she despices me and overall is a shitty person

i took home a kid-dog shapeshifter, it was numb and had a barbed wire sticking out of its eyesocket. i try to find painkillers but theres only trash in the house. and theres war and ruins everywhere

thin high guy with brown hair. his names cyrill, he loved me and he made me want to sing.

young gypsy girl who was a witch. she made a full live horse from a part of horse bone she found in a train and ride away on it

bunch of young cafe workers who were actually gang of cool werehorses

i worked in theatre with 2 gayish boys(tall one and blond one). i made myself postpunk/deathrock hairstyle and they said that it looks very cool

i befrien a little girl from very rich family. i were in her home, she showed me her paintings. her parents were musicians, mom played cello and dad played the harp

in thailand i looked out from the window and saw beautiful longhaired guy (tm), he said "do you remember how yesterday you got drunk and was flirting with my friends' father?" i didnt but i jumped out of the window and went with him to continue the partying

10yo boy who was in clothing store with a man. when they left the other man appeared looking for them, was angry. looks like that boy was a transboy and man with him was his uncle, and boys father who was looking for them was transphobic

in some rent room with blue tile. i was arguing with a boy with long red hair. and then suddenly we fucked

theres probably more but i dont remember for now

[escaleraautomatica]

Sunset Valley Full Renovation: Day 2 (I HATE ARLO BUNCH)

I think today was my most productive day EVER. I'm really pleased with how everything turned out. I think in some cases I was a bit lazy because I didn't mod almost anything from some sims. But I think it was because they looked OK with or without me intervening

I woke up and started working with the Wan-Goddard household. I've done already some mods to Pauline in the past, so it was as easy as replacing her with herself but modded. Hank was another story. I have almost no male hairstyles, but I spent 30 MINUTES choosing this man's haircut. It was so hard for me. I kept their hair, eye and skin color, except for Pauline, to whom I gave a more pinkish-looking skin.I did not have a full photo of Pauline, so there's side-by-side comparison to her old self.

I was ready with both of them so I started with the Hart family. As a kid they were so fun since both Bebe's parents are INSANE, so I would go to the park and the those two dubasses fighting with themselves. I almost did nothing to Dorie or Gus, I just made sure Dorie looked even more insane than before. Bebe was my main victim. I think she looks like a queen.

I had some fun with their house, specially their cars. I painted them as crazily as their room lol and I gave Bebe a bike so that she wouldn't be DRIVING TO SCHOOL IN CAB EVERY DAY

My journey was followed by the last rich-hilled (I just invented a new word) family, the Altos. I was kinda getting that short man energy from Nick. So I made him tiny. Nah just small. I gave Vita a fresh batch of clothes. She's supposed to be that new-money brat. And I left the household ready, with all members done. Holly looks normal, I just changed like 3 things.

Next on my list was the Langerak family. They were easy to do as I already modified Zelda and Iliana before. I just had to adjust them as I wanted them to look in this save. My main sim here was Kaylyn. I wanted to fix those continuity problems between TS2 and this game. In TS2, she has green-colored eyes, so I changed her eye color and his father's, Dustin, so it would make sense her eyes were that color. I did not change her hair color (in TS2 her coded natural color is blonde, but it shows black as if she colored it). You can read in Parker's description that he's kind of womanizer at school, or at least is attractive, but he looks and dresses like SH1T. I tried to give him a singular look that would make him stand out (long hair and a lip piercing, also a car and a driving license). The rest of them look very similar, with some adjustments made. Probably the most fun family of all.

My last but not less important family was the Bunch family. Believe me when I tell you I SUFFERED with basically all the sims here. THEY WERE SO UGLY 😭😭 Of course, I tried my best, but there's always room for improvement. I gave Judy a haircut that screams go*od mom, but not cool, *if that makes sense... Jack is UGLY, like bat-shit ugly. I literally could not do shit. He's the main reason this whole household is messed up. Darlene wasn't that bad. She looks better now, ofc. Ethan is looking cute as always. Lisa was another story. I changed barely nothing in her face structure, but I changed one of her traits. I said goodbye to her Kleptomaniac trait because I just don't like it, and gave her the Rebellious trait from Generations. It makes much more sense since her bio says she's more like a rebel, NOT A THIEF. Arlo... Arlo... Arlo... I'm gonna have a few nightmares this week istg. I tried my best and he still looks ugly, but not as ugly as before. I'll revisit when I recover mentally from this experience.

I was done with all the families I wanted to cover today, so I , before closing my age, renovated a house for an old family in my other save. It was the house that's in front of the Single Mom's Household. I just realized I forgot to paint one wall...

And that's all for today! Lesson learned: it is possible to hate a kid (a.k.a. ARLO FRIKING BUNCH). I'll upload more soon!

My stuff (I have a bunch more):

Hair DF: FirefoxSims and Mary Jane defaults (Also a few IfcaSims DF)

Makeup DF: SLU Sims 3 defaults (I couldn't find the link?)

Eyes DF: BurtnWaffles Big Q Eyes 24 Default replacements.

Skin DF: Pixelswirl Orchard Default Skins.

LazyDuchess SmoothPatch 2.1

NRaas NoCD, NRaas Once Read, NRaas Register, NRaas Saver, NRaas Sleep Freedom, NRaas Story Progression, NRaas Tagger, NRaas Writen Word, NRaas Woohooer, NRaas Master Controller, NRaas Master Controller Cheats, NRaas Careers, NRaas Debug Enabler.

[venusandapostles]

Hello Mr. Alpha || Jay x Daniel

Chapter 1

Although their marriage had not been for love, on the contrary it had happened due to the negotiation of two important families in the same position and their need to unite, JaeYeol's marriage was literally going well

JaeYeol's wife, who was a beautiful beta woman from a business family allied to his father, had not appeared before his observant gaze in his teenage past until JaeYeol returned from studying abroad. His father and mother had organized a charity meeting and with the Hong family as the protagonist, many members of the upper class attended

However, the lie behind this meeting was revealed to him through the mouth of his older brother, Kitae, who had expressed Yeol's obligation for being the only alpha child born in the family: he must marry in an arranged marriage for prosperous growth of the family

Although at first he thought about complaining. Who does not? They hadn't asked him anything and he didn't even know this supposed fiancée, but after a talk with his mother, a reprimand from his father and a few words from his younger sister, Joy, they had convinced him

The wedding was quick and lavish, televised all over Korea, extremely lavish and expensive, and with such an extravagant number of high society guests that even JaeYeol felt nervous thinking about it 

But all those events had happened five years ago

At this moment the situation was different, his father had called him very urgently to his office the night before so he could meet him and his older brother for breakfast and maybe with his mother too if the situation warranted it

Taking a few concerted steps, he directed his body towards the spacious private room of his father's favorite restaurant, while a beta waitress helped him walk and gently removed his black suit jacket

Inside the room, his brother and father were talking calmly about business-related matters, each accompanied by a cup of coffee

Steve Hong was not a man of many words, nor of feelings, life for him consisted of a quick business that had to be liquidated and closed

— It's good that you have arrived, today's matter is about you — the first to speak was his older brother, making a disgusted face, perhaps because of the bitter coffee, perhaps because of the presence of Hong JaeYeol 

— Take a seat — his father declared and paid attention to him — We have breakfast first, there is enough time to discuss what concerns us today — he stopped suddenly, directing his gaze towards the blonde boy — How is your wife? I heard from your mother that she has been depressed lately.

--- She is — JaeYeol responded without even looking at the food served on his plate — She wants a baby, we have tried many times, but it just doesn't happen

— Your sex life, dear brother, is extremely interesting — Kitae scoffed from the other side of the table — But it's not important here

Yeol raised an eyebrow although it was barely noticeable due to the characteristic hairstyle that covered much of his face

— Well, it is normal to want a child, they have been married for five years, she is a beta and your alpha, although I arranged the marriage, I never thought this type of inconvenience would arise — her father interrupted. the silent fight he and Kitae had in a short time

''You should have married her to your beta son'' Jay only thought as he looked at his older brother’’

The room fell into a brutal silence as his father drastically cut the conversation short and said they would continue with their breakfast. It wasn't until they finished breakfast that the truth of the matter of that meeting came to light 

— Your wife is useless — her father had coldly declared — She is only useful because of her position, the only daughter of an important family, but her womb is infertile, incapable of producing life

Yeol clenched his fists and looked down, he always knew, more than hundreds of times sharing a bed, a dominant alpha like him and not even a child or even the warning of a pregnancy, even an abortion would have been a hope

— She can't have a child — Kitae continued —The Hong family needs a new heir, unfortunately you are the only alpha son of the family, so the next question arises. How will little Yeol be able to have a baby without ruining his multimillion-dollar marriage? — rage grows in Jay

— It's good to have reached this point, the problem is now solved — then he proceeded to explain a detailed plan — First you will send your wife out of the country with the excuse of a long vacation, and then you will meet a omega assigned by me, you will have sexual relations, without marking it you must never forget that you are a married man, the omega will give birth and then disappear with a good sum of money, the child will be raised by you and your wife — when the explanation, Jay was in a bad mood 

Jay wanted to scream, to ask his father if he thought the world revolved around business and money, to ask him if he could think about what he feels or maybe what his wife will feel when she has to raise someone else's child all together his life, a child born of betrayal. But he doesn't, he clenches his fists and remains silent as always

— I know you will thank me one day — Steve stood up and was ready to leave — A father always wants the best for his children

JaeYeol watches him put on his jacket and calmly walk out the door without even looking at him before leaving

Silence flies in the room, Jay is about to get up, when Kitae still intends to continue the conversation with just the two of them

— I know what you were thinking a while ago and it is not important what you feel or what the people around you feel, it is truly important that the Hong family continues to be the Hong family and not only retains its name, but also its reputation and position — Jay has heard enough

Jay stands up determinedly, takes his jacket and is about to leave when he hears the last words of his brother who seems to want to enjoy the atmosphere more

— Don't think about it too much little Hong JaeYeol, don't screw that brain of yours with something that has no negotiation — says something else but Jay is already walking euphorically outside towards his car

And when he's finally alone, he lets out a loud grunt as his fist hits the steering wheel

Screw his father, his brother, screw his whole family, screw everyone