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vesanal · 19 days ago
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₊˚。⋆❆⋆。˚₊The 7th Day of Writemas₊˚。⋆❆⋆。˚₊
Well howdy there!! It’s the 7th day of writemas today! Here is the invite post and day 7 prompts! We are so close to the double digits. I can already feel the holiday spirit coming inside me <3. 
BTW ITS STILL THE 7TH FOR ME IM NOT LATEEEEEEEEEEEEE but i make up for it with many many words hahaha i hope its worth it!
Prompts used:
Feeling: The bite of the cold
Dialouge: "Can we fix this?"
Setting: The dead of night + A staircase
Today is Melina’s day to shine! I kinda yapped in this one oops lol
Read about the WIP here!!
Enjoy!!! :) 
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“Can we fix this, please?” “Oh so it’s we now? What’s there for me to do Melina? Go on, tell me. I was quite sure that you were the one neglecting me. Kissing me with the same lips that said I was dead weight for you, holding you back or something! On the same night, mind you!“, her tone rose to a scream as she finished her words, each one hitting Melina with a new kind of bite as they flew out.
“Kim, please. Don’t be like that.” Melina’s lips quivered, concealing the words she spoke into whispers.
“You wonder why you are so alone. You were stepped on all of your life, Melina. No one could just take a moment to appriceant you hard work and truely amazing greatness on display. A child so neglected of such basic love from her loaded mommy and daddy. How sad! So now as an adult, you want to have control. What does a girl like you do? Start a business with daddy’s money! Next you get into many so relationships to show off you still got it! But then you mutate. You turn into just using people to get what you want, and throw them away like garbage, like they never meant anything. You can’t be stopped, you must have it all! All of the fame, the glory, the money, the power. But nothing’s ever enough, no? You got it all, achieved it? But you still wanted more. You were unsatisfied. So, with your glory and family name you use that to get with the ‘most powerful and magical’ girl in town. That’s one more thing you didn’t have and you wanted it. You wanted to use me to pay for some kind of power trip to be on the same level as everyone else and to have me finance it. ” Kim shakily yelled through tears flowing down her face, gasping for “Well guess what? This time you got arrogant, you bled her dry before she was hopelessly devoted to you and she got smart, fast. You can’t be finish with me anymore. Oh, how I hope that makes you just hate me for this. I am leaving you to rot in your miserableness, that you couldn’t finish your goal of becoming the best. But you never will be, you’ll always be beneath everyone. Good day, Melina. Enjoy life with those other greedy slimeballs in the banquet hall, because that’s all you’ll even meet again and all who you deserve to meet. It’s a party after all. Reap what you sowed.”
Kim trotted away from her, and out the golden doors of the Harrier estate. Melina sank to her knees. Then her feet. Then to the stairs where she laid silently sobbed as she watched her now ex-girlfriend walk away from her. She threw her face into her hands and massaged her eyes as she bawled, not caring how her makeup smeared to her white velvet gloves. Her long, pale blue dress and trailing draped across the stairway. 
After a long while of party guests stepping on her dress and over herself to get through her, Melina picked up her now muddied dress and pushed herself out of the same doors that Kim left through hours before. Confronted with the bitting cold air immediately when the doors opened, she persevered through the winds and snow with the same determination and vigor that lead her to the confrontation. Yet, each of Kim’s hurled insults still replayed in her mind as she look at her shiney, but newly scuffed shoes. She held her arms together to combat the chilly air and the emotions simultaneously, physically feeling it seep into her skin.
The cold of the night brushed against Melina’s exposed skin, running a cold shiver across her body. Of course, the one night she ran away from it all, she had to be wearing her thinnest layered dress. She held out her arm to call the carriages over and hopped into one, giving directions to the capital.
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Eventually, her carriage made it’s way to Haukrosen. In the dead of night, with nothing but her clothes on her back, Melina walked past the gates and into the town. She found herself infront of the recruitment center in the main part of town square. 
Melina swallowed her tears down. Somewhere where I couldn’t possibly be tied down by anything, she thought, smearing the tears off her face and grinning, How convenient that all of my prayers have been answered this night? She walked up to the station that was filled with towering men, their ages ranging from young adult to nearing death, their faces illuminated by the oil lamp posted by the side of the road. Hesitantly, she cleared her throat politely to get their attention. With all their eyes on her, she neatly stacked all of her important papers together and set them down, asking to join the cause, knowing full well there already was a draft days prior yet unsure if she could even be considered for a position, considering her lack of magic.
After a while of checking papers the man in the front spoke, “It says here in our records you never graduated from, or ever enrolled in the academy. Most recruiters would laugh at you on your way out of here just for that. Go home, girl.”
“Please, you have to just look further. I am a valuable asset to the Queens’s army. It is true I didn’t go to the Queen’s Academy for Young Learners of Magic, yes sir. Also yes, I don’t have the documents needed, but you should also realize I’m part of the Harrier family, surely that will mean something to you? Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need t
The man’s face didn’t budge when he heard her family name mentioned. 
“It’s Queensmen, ma’am, but even if you knew that I don’t think you would have a better chance of getting in. There is no way we can take you in to the Queen for the trials, she would think we are pulling her leg or something.”, He shook his head at her and contorted his face into a frank expression.
“Sir, please.” Melina begged, “I can hold my own.”
“I’m not so sure about thi—”
“I have a mastery scores in swordsmanship, martial arts, and academia in the top school in Pytharios—Uoabin, in Haukrosen but, not the Academy, of course—. I was excelling where others failed.”
“Well you are still certainly underqualfi—”
“I can heal people.” She smiled.
“Well then, I’m sure we can put a good word in for you, Queensmen Harrier.” He winked at her as he folded up her score papers and academic records and shoved it in his coat pocket. “Sounds good to me”, She whispered, her smile growing warmer by the second. It’s time for a fresh start.
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cyancherub · 2 years ago
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freeloader!toji would have one of those like cheap plastic harmonicas for whenever you kick him out. he’ll suddenly have striped clothes on like he’s a prisoner and will play that harmonica horribly in front of your window like a cat that wont leave you alone. like you cant sleep at night its so rancid to listen to, tears in your eyes trying to get sleep while he’s heartbroken at your front door because now he can’t scam kids on your laptop on roblox in adopt me to make “profit” anymore
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO I CANNOT BREATHEEKLESLKGF
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thealmightyemprex · 2 years ago
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Halloweenathon :Elvira Mistress of the Dark
In this installment of the Halloweenathon ,I'm gonna tackles a cult classic that is particularly popular with the queer community and starring one of the most beloved horror hosts ever
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This 1988 film follows horror host Elvira (Cassandra Petersen ) who seeking to find funding for a Las Vegas show ,learns of her great aunt Morgana Talbot (Played physically by Petersen but voiced by Tress McNeill),and that she has inherited her dog,a cook book and her house in Fallwell , Massachusetts ,where Elvira befirends the local teens and theater operator Bob Redding (Daniel Greene ) while dealing with harassment from moral crusader Chastity Pariah (Edie McClurg) and the machinations of her evil great uncle Vincent (W Morgan Sheppard ) who seeks the mysterious cook book for his own reasons
Now ....I went in thinking this was just gonna be a silly horror comedy I could easilly talk about .....WRONG SIR<WRONG !!!!!Oh its definately a goofy comedy.....But it is also a meta narrative of Elviras creator and performer Cassandra Petersen (Not all deeply personal pieces of art have to be dramas ) .Its also possibly my new favorite of the Halloweenathon
But before I get ahead of myself,who is Elvira? WEll she was a horror host in the 80's who went on to be one of the biggest icons of horror in the 80's . And is such an icon we are still talking about her ,Petersen still plays her occassionally ,and the fact she got a flipping movie at all showe how big this character was .AS for my personal experience with Elvira,I've seen her in a few commercials ,a few talk show interviews ,her appearence on the 1991 TV special Horror Hall of Fame 2 and the movie Happy Halloween Scooby Doo
The film is very much comedy first and I am perfectly fine with that . The film is meant to be goofy and campy . Whether you find it funny or not will depend on your taste ,but it is my level of goofy .Cassandra Petersen is remarkably funny as Elvira ,but I think the funniest element of the film is Edie McClurg as the films secondary villain ,she is just a hilarious parody of a overly judgement moral crusader and a perfect foil for Elvira
But what makes the film work ,is there obviously a lot of love and it is a personal story.Yeah I know that sounds weird considering this film is about a horror host who wants to to be a showgirl ,theres an evil warlock,magic ,and a casserole monster .....Buuuuuuut elements are taken from Petersens real life
1.Elviras whole thing is she watches campy horror movies so the film has to be a campy horror film
2.The main male character who helps Elvira is named after Robvert Redding ,Petersens friend and the man who created Elviras look ,who sadly died of AIDS before the film came out
3.Uncle Vinny,the films main antagonist is named after Petersens personal hero turned friend Vincent Price ,and is a classical theatrical villain
4.Petersen was a showgirl befor becoming an actress and horror host
5.Elvira was hated by many moral crusaders,son not a surprise they are the bad guys
6.And I think the big one ,Petersen grew up in a town where she was an outcast ......And that is the big point of the film
I know its a goofy comedy....But what resonated with me ,and I think what resonates with most people who love this movie ,is it is about an outcast . Elvira is bullied by the moral crusaders or harassed by slimeball ,judged to either be morally bad for being diffrent or objectified by creeps.....And she doesnt take their bullshit .She is bold .I also like that the film subverts the damsel and distress stuff by letting her save herself .SEeing her face these bullies is empowering .I will also say as someonewho grew up in a small conservative town,seeing the conservative crusader villains get mocked and humiliated is cathartic
CAssandra Petersen is friggin amazing as Elvira anmd this film has cemented her in my mind as a icon of horror .The rest of the cast is good ,I feel like the stand outs are the two main villains Edie Mc Clurg who I have already praised ,and W Morgan Sheppard who wonderfully menacing as Uncle Vinny ,a good old fahioned hammy villain
Now this movie is nt for everybody but for me this is a wonderfully empowering,funny film ,perfect for the halloween season
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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years ago
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A Punchable Face That I Want to Kiss, Ch. 1 [NSFW/18+]
Chapter 2 ->
Summary:  You can’t stand Frederick Chilton, but after he’s tortured and left scarred by a former patient, you are afflicted by an irrepressible desire to get him in bed.
This has been posted on AO3 for awhile, but I thought I’d post the chapters here! (Took the liberty of fleshing out the short smut a wee bit.)
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Dr. Frederick Chilton was arrogant and unpleasant.
Everyone thought so, but most would dance around their hostility toward him with subtle digs couched in polite conversation. Not you. You weren’t shy about saying it to his face.
As he exited the courtroom doors, Dr. Chilton saw you waiting in the hall to ambush him, and braced himself for another soapbox diatribe. 
Such a shame, he thought. He recalled how he had tried to make a good impression when you first met, but all his charm kept backfiring, and now you patently despised him. His failure to curry favor was nothing out of the ordinary, but unfortunately, he still had to deal with you. You were one of Crawford’s lackeys, and had made yourself inescapable since Will Graham’s arrest.
“You conniving, idiotic, condescending weasel!” you exploded upon the man with an expensive suit and gaudy cane. “How could you get on the stand and make that bullshit testimony? You don’t know anything about Will!” You withheld the fuck-you’s that time, out of professional courtesy.
He brushed you off and continued walking briskly down the hall, cane tapping on the polished floor, but you followed and walked alongside him.
“Do I need a restraining order against you?” Dr. Chilton said, bored.
You crossed your arms. “Oh, hah-hah.”
“What is it, then?” he sighed, slowing down. Trying to outpace you was more trouble than it was worth, thanks to the pinching of scar tissue in every stride. “I am extremely busy.”
“‘The confused man Will Graham presents to the world could not commit those crimes, because that man is a fiction,’” you quoted his testimony.
“Correct. Is that all?”
“Did you ever consider it’s because he didn’t commit those crimes? You know, being the only one who thinks Will is a psychopath doesn’t make you a genius, it makes you an idiot. Or do you know that, but you’ve just been pining have him locked up so you can study him?”
“Incredible. Mr. Graham has found a truly gullible fool to place under his thumb. I have never met anyone so susceptible to his manipulations. Have you ever been tested for personality disorders?” He regarded you like you were a lab rat with a lot of audacity to be squeaking at him (though to be fair, that was how he looked at almost everybody).
You burned to keep arguing, but he walked down the courthouse steps and got into an obtrusively fancy classic car. Your heart was racing. You weren’t finished with him.
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You seemed to be the only sane person aware that the sweet, empathetic, dog-loving Will Graham was obviously being framed, and did your best to visit him as often as possible at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.
Unfortunately, that meant dealing with its chief of staff.
Every time you visited Will, you ended up clashing with that pompous buffoon and his perfectly coiffed hair. He was notorious for his unethical practices, but since rich white assholes were incapable of being fired, it was your self-appointed job to protect Will from him.
Though, recently, you had to admit two things.
One: you may have been the tiniest bit biased by your fondness for Will, and two: your feelings toward Dr. Chilton had been softening.
Not long ago, Chilton had barely survived being tortured by a former patient, Abel Gideon. The sight of him on a medical gurney cradling his own internal organs in his arms was a horror that would be burned into your brain for life. He may have been an incompetent jerk whom Gideon had every right to want revenge on, but he didn’t deserve that.
You didn’t think he would survive, but in a few weeks, like magic, he was back to play Will’s jailer, a cane in hand but no other sign of the trauma he endured.
Too little sign of the trauma he endured, honestly. After all, he was only hurt because of his own meddling—using psychic driving to convince Gideon he was the Chesapeake Ripper in order to achieve the fame and glory of having treated the Chesapeake Ripper.
But no, he was still bursting full of egotistical remarks and ambition, if a little short on organs.
“I see the experience hasn’t humbled you one bit,” you commented upon his return, when he gloated about the accolades he would receive after writing a book about Will Graham.
“Funny, it almost sounds like you wanted me to be gutted,” he retorted in a pleasantly upbeat voice with a sharp undercurrent.
His rich-boy superiority complex did make it tempting to punch him in the face… but disembowelment was going too far.
Something changed after that. It used to be that you couldn’t wait to get away from him, but now you found yourself wanting to stay and fight longer, your cheeks burning with indignation. Days you weren’t visiting Will, you went to the mental hospital to crusade against Dr. Chilton over ethics and his lack thereof, just for the excuse to see him. 
The two of you exchanged cutting banter the same as always, but you found yourself being more civil... or, at least, your heated arguments felt more playful. Sure, you still called him a dirty slimeball, but now it was a friendly roast and not because you hated his (slightly damaged) guts.  
It was strange. Every time you argued your heart would pound against your chest in anticipation, but you couldn’t figure out why.
Your breaking point came when you barged into his office and discovered him spying on patients’ private conversations with visitors—headphones on, feet up on his desk, holding a Montblanc fountain pen in his mouth and swirling it with his tongue.
He didn’t startle at your unexpected entrance, as a person who feels shame might do when caught in the middle of something so sleazy. He was completely unrepentant about it. Sliding a headphone off one ear and picking up a glass of top-shelf scotch from his desk, he took a slow sip, and smugly asked, “Can I help you?”
What could you say to that? You felt your face heating up, so you turned on your heel without a word, and left. You finally understood what you had been feeling.  
You always took him for a coward—the type who runs crying to mommy the moment his knee gets scraped. But he’d been tortured, brutally, and still wasn’t running away. He got more than what was coming to him, but he didn’t change his manipulative psychiatric practices or grating personality at all.
As infuriating as it was… his resilience was sexy.
Like a switch was flipped, every time you sniped insults at each other, instead of picturing strangling him with his tie, you imagined blindfolding him with it, tying him to a bed and spanking him with his cane. He had the cutest way of shimmying his shoulders when he was trying to be coy about a secret, and that smarmy little crooked smile he made when he thought he was winning used to infuriate you, but now it caused an aching between your thighs. 
After weeks of this, he cornered you in an empty hallway. “Do not think I haven’t noticed you are here far more often than you need to be. You didn’t even talk to Will Graham the last two occasions you paid a visit. What is it, then? What’s your angle? Keeping an eye on me for Crawford?”
“Isn’t it obvious?,” you scoffed. “I want to fuck you.”
“Huh,” he vocalized with detachment.
You’d expected him to be flustered by the bold declaration, or to jump on you immediately. Not to coldly look you up and down like you’d handed him a strange puzzle piece to analyze.
It must have been a long time since he’d been intimate, considering his reputation as a Grade A piece of shit. But apparently he wasn’t that desperate.
To be honest, you weren’t even sure what his orientation was. You may have been completely off base.
“Fascinating, really. For someone who called me… what was it? A ‘morally corrupt assclown,’ you must be in a dire state to consider propositioning me. You know, as a respected psychiatrist, I can recommend some literature on sexual dysfunctions.”
A cold, satisfied smile spread over his thin lips and you realized if your attraction was one-sided, he held all the cards. You made the mistake of delivering him a massive advantage over you, and you were going to make a fool of yourself. He was relishing the power.
There was still time to backtrack on the vulnerability you’d accidentally exposed while he was still trying to figure out if you were joking. But you were around profilers, psychiatrists, and investigators with hidden agendas all day, and you grew weary of conversations having ten layers of meaning and obfuscation.
The honest truth was, it would be nice to get laid.
“Well? Are you interested or not?” You dropped your voice and stepped closer to him, inches from his face. He smelled so clean, like hospital antiseptic and spicy aftershave. His breath hitched as your leg brushed the inside of his thigh—that’s it, that was the reaction you wanted. “Do you want to fuck me, Dr. Chilton?”
Oh, he did.
A barely audible whine rose from the back of his throat, and his hands were around your waist. “I suppose so,” he said, still a little too clinically, though a hard bob of his Adam’s apple betrayed him. His eyes met yours. They were the color of an ocean wave crashing on the beach; an honest, North Atlantic wave that you might find at Chesapeake Bay—not some perfect crystal-blue wave from a tropical paradise. “It couldn’t hurt to let off some steam.”
“Precisely,” you nodded. Just two adults doing the logical thing. That’s right. No squishy vulnerable feelings that could be used against you. Just relieving tension.
He grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you hastily into the nearest unoccupied space. The door to the cramped supply closet clicked shut, and he leered at you with eyes that seemed to glow with hunger in the dark. You felt pleasantly like a small animal trapped with a wolf about to be devoured. A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine and sent heat rushing between your thighs. Before you knew it you were flipped standing with him pressed against your back, pumping into you with muffled moans—as frenzied with desperation as you’d fantasized he would be—as you braced against a metal shelf crammed with pens and packs of post-it notes.
He was strong. You had expected his suit to hide the flaccid body of a sedentary academic, fragranced of old books, but when he pulled your hips into his your body moved.
After finishing inside you with a ragged, tortured breath (barely choking back a too-vulnerable moan), he hastily zipped himself back into his pants and left you to clean yourself up on your own, without so much as a nod to ceremony or pleasantries. That was the end of that, you figured—exactly what you asked for, no more no less. Little did you know, Dr. Chilton had no intention of leaving things off at one quickie in a closet.
Before you left, he pulled you into his office and provoked you with lewd remarks about fucking you on his desk—so you knocked the clutter off it onto the floor to make room. He shrieked like a toddler as his very important papers and very expensive office décor went flying, having neither thought through the actual consequences of desk-sex nor expected you to call his bluff. His beautiful seawater eyes went wide as you pushed him back on the broad mahogany surface and climbed on top of him. Then you were riding him, chasing your climax with his well-manicured hands kneading your ass cheeks, pulling you deeper and deeper with each stroke of your hips. And still you wanted more. You wanted to fuck him into next week.
And then you were in his unreasonably lavish home, in his unreasonably, decadently oversized bed, his mouth feverishly working your heat, and you repaying him by making him come over and over until it was torture, until he could no longer hold back the whimpering sobs of pleasure as he fell apart, and he passed out from fatigue. You collapsed next to him on the bed, panting, sweating, and shaking with over-stimulation.
For a moment you considered the snoring body of an unsavory man you had exhausted into submission, lying naked and leaking fluids onto two-thousand-thread-count sheets, and briefly considered calling a cab. Then you went to the bathroom for a towel to wipe him off before curling yourself around him under the covers.
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Morning found you nestling in his soft light brown chest hair, tracing your fingers along the raised red scar that divided a third of his torso like an autopsied cadaver. He flinched a little when you touched it, but remained impassive. A reservoir of sympathy swelled up within you.
“You pity me. That is why you wanted to sleep with me all of a sudden,” he said, deciphering the meaning of your look. “I’m not complaining. Apparently, to be fortunate in bed requires only that one be tragically disfigured. You are drawn to wounded birds.”
The corner of your lip screwed up like you swallowed something bitter. It’s… probably not healthy to desire someone purely out of pity, but he was right. You never felt anything for him until you felt sorry for him. But that wasn’t all there was to your relationship… was it?
“The instinct to nurture and the instinct to hurt are both strong human emotions. They’re primal,” you speculated.
“Trying your hand at psychoanalysis? I would leave it to the professionals, darling.”
“Would you?” You tilted your head innocently. “Then how come you’re still practicing?”
He clutched his chest and feigned being wounded.
Grinning, you buried your face back into his hair. “Arguing with you was always exciting… trying to land a stinging blow. Now I see you hurt, and I feel the need to protect you, too. You tickle my instincts, I suppose. Like cold ice cream on hot pie. What can I say?”
“Hmm, a plausible hypothesis,” he nodded idly at the ceiling, one brow lifted. “I’m not sure that that is any better, but as previously mentioned, your motivations are not of particular interest to me.”
“Charming. Let me phrase it another way, then: You have a very punchable face, but since you’ve already been eviscerated, it takes the fun out of it.”
“Well, and I was going to offer you breakfast…”
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mindibindi · 8 years ago
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Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
OMG, I finished “Ashes to Ashes” last night and I need to talk about it even if no one is listening. Because I have feelings dammit, just really, really a lot of thoughts and feelings and I spent the night going through A2A confessions and tumblr posts and now I just gotta get out a few things (that will contain major spoilers for those uninitiated):
Firstly, why do I do this myself? Seriously, I always tell myself it’s not going to work out (how could this one possibly work out?) and yet, I fall. Congratulations self, on picking yet another ship to rip out your guts. Gene Genie and his Lady Bols will be entering my Legendary Shippy Hall of Fame. In fact, they did so as of that “Vienna” rescue scene.
Keeley Hawes is just beautiful in this. She looks amazing. Her drunk-acting is sublime. Her eyes portray so much and that portrayal just gets deeper and sadder with each season.
Season one is probably my fave. Just cos the concept was so new and fun to me. It was the most colourful and dynamic. But this might change on rewatch cos this show deserves many, many a rewatch.
I also thought the over-arcing plot in season 1 of Alex trying to prevent her parent’s murder (and how that linked to Molly and her predicament) was the bestest.
I guessed the dad was the clown
I hate Jim Keats
I never woulda thought it but I find Gene Hunt incredibly attractive and totally get why Alex would fall for him
I can’t believe that Alex and Gene both had to die to find true love and then they couldn’t keep it
I frickin hate Jim Keats  
The chemistry between Philip Glenister and Keeley Hawes is fucking epic
I loved the supporting cast. Shaz was probs my fave but I loved seeing Chris navigate third-wave feminism and grow into a man capable of standing up to Gene. The bit where Ray kisses Alex on the cheek was lovely.  
Watching their world fall apart and them learn of their true fates was devastating.
Did I mention: I hate Jim Keats?
I did think they had to resolve whether the world of the show was real or not but I wish I could go back to not knowing. I’m going to endeavour to forget, just as I have successfully forgotten other ship-endings that broke my heart.
I wanted more from Alex and Gene’s final kiss. It was lovely. But it could have expressed so much more. Especially after the heat and tenderness of their dance <3
I wanted less of Keats in season 3. It was a good conceit but he got too much screen time when I wanted to spend it with the characters that I loved, especially Alex and Gene.
I think his snarling went a little over the top but I liked (in the dramatic sense) him trashing the bullpen.
I saw a few people say that Alex could have stayed with Gene in his world but she couldn’t, not once the Devil found them. By sending her into the “pub”, he ensures her safe passage to heaven or her redemption, her safety, something. He ensures that Keats can’t ever get to her again and take her down that elevator shaft to hell. (Sounds batty, talking about it).
It did bug me that Alex was always doubting Gene throughout season 3 and confiding in/believing Keats. It made sense at first because he presented as two-faced – lovely to her and the others and horrid to Gene. But that soon changed, he couldn’t hide his true nature and motives. It makes a little more sense in retrospect too since he is the devil on her shoulder and Gene the unlikely angel, and both are fighting for her soul. But still, half the time I was just shouting at her not to talk to/believe/trust the lil slimeball.    
In the end, I really did think it would come down to Alex choosing between Molly and Gene and that Molly would win. I thought she would make a choice, say goodbye and wake up in another world with her memories. She might find out what happened to all her colleagues, visit her guv’s grave. I was okay with that ending. I can’t believe that she had two people who she loved and who loved her and she got to be with neither.  
Okay, tomorrow this will go back to being a multi-fandom blog but today it’s gonna be all about this legendary show. Here come the reblogs, you have been warned.
If you know/love this show, come talk to me about it
Gene & Alex forever <3
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fakesam · 7 years ago
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Madden 18′s Story Mode Has Aged Poorly
Of all the bizarre plot twists 2017 has thrown at us, the NFL becoming a battleground in the political discourse is… actually pretty low on the list. It’s been that kind of year. But it is still very weird. The Cheeto-in-Chief has made a habit out of picking nonsensical fights, spewing vitriol in the direction of everyone who dares to disagree with his agenda. The spray-tanned septic tank had bleated his displeasure about exiled quarterback Colin Kaepernick before,an easy appeal to his supporters to whom an admonishment of a dissenting minority is a reinforcement of national values. To love this country is to accept the word of our tiny-handed fascist wannabe unquestionably, accepting his every word without discerning between facts and the ramblings of an elderly hate-filled loon.
The Kaepernick “issue” had already been made inert anyway. Colin Kaepernick has yet to, and likely won’t ever be, signed by a NFL team despite relatively impressive numbers on a bad 49ers team, almost assuredly due to his insistence that unarmed black people shouldn’t end up dead after encounters with the police as often as they do in this country. America’s problems with race have been embedded in the core of this nation from the very beginning, but avoiding difficult, self-examining questions about itself is America’s most unshakeable habit. The dozens of videos revealing needless violence against citizens at the hands of their alleged protectors should speak for themselves, and yet the societal uproar over a person kneeling during the anthem often sounds louder than the cries from black people pleading for the establishment to give the slightest fuck about this civil injustice, at least in certain circles. Every argument against Kaepernick - that he’d be a distraction, that you’d have to rebuild an offense to suit him, that he’s somehow worse than Blake Bortles,Josh McCown, or Andy Dalton - wilts under the slightest whiff of scrutiny. But much of the furore over his unemployment had subsided, given way to disappointed acceptance by an industry that is much more comfortable exchanging takes of various temperatures anyway. The league’s stance is clear. Domestic abusers will receive second chances, someone who becomes the symbol for increased civil engagement in sports will not. Cool.
And then White Patriarchy Incarnate referred to Kaepernick, and all players who follow his lead, as sons of bitches at a rally in Alabama supporting Roy Moore, a probable child molestor.
This rash disparagement led to a spirit-lifting dragging session led by Lebron James, and galvanized dozens more football players to voice their opinions on the state of the country, forcing the sports media machine to bring potentially awkward race debates to the willfully ignorant. The death of sports as an apolitical sanctuary away from the rest of the world is a necessary one. To many, watching sports has been the primary escape hatch from the suffocating news cycle where you could just have fun, try to win a fantasy league, and not think about the crumbling state of society. This was always a false comfort, an illusion for people who have the luxury of not worrying about how the new regime might seismically reconfigure your daily life. The national anthem and the co-opting of patriotic symbols was a choice (It’s not a coincidence that the NBA and NFL’s official logs are utilize a red, white, and blue colorway.). Taxpayer money is used to build stadiums because no one needs financial help more than billionaires. Sports are still the most foolproof way for poorer people to break through the increasingly reinforced glass ceiling of class stratification. It’s all been there, it was just easier to look past before the last year happened. The commotion has died down again, but the impact is long-lasting. In spite of everything, Colin Kaepernick still won.
This is not the world Electronic Arts planned on entering, but it was a motivating factor for me to watch a playthrough of Madden NFL 18’s new single player mode. (Money’s tight and I don’t want to put money in the NFL’s pocket. Still think my opinion is valid.) Longshot tells the story of Devin Wade, a prodigious quarterback talent that loses his way after the death of his father, played by Mahershala Ali. The addition has received plenty of praise in reviews, mostly for the portrayal of the friendship between Devin and his ride-or-die best friend, Colt Cruise, natural and lifelike even as the tension between them becomes strained and tightened by their situations. There are several character moments that I found really endearing. But the further I got into the story, the more difficult it became to view the narrative through the lens of its creators, divorced from the controversial reality that has forever warped the NFL’s image.
Longshot was clearly made by diehard football fans - the phrase “football is family” is uttered by a character at one point -, but the ways it glosses over the problematic elements of the game to focus on football’s tendency to self-mythologize is the large elephant in the room. Football is seemingly the only source of happiness for these people, except for perhaps the lovably villainous slimeball executive running the show who is attracted to the money and high ratings that come from a connection to America’s favorite game. High school football games are the main event in this small Texas town, with and Wade and Cruise’s past triumphs easily recalled by them and their less athletic friends. There’s a visit to a military base for Wade and his crew, reinforcing the strange relationship between the NFL and the armed forces. This exaltation of football culture feels misleading in this climate. Devin Wade’s inner torment over the death of his parents is mostly left offscreen, framing sporting success as his only salvation. What Longshot does decide to depict traffics in tired stereotypes that should’ve went extinct years ago.
It’s established early on that Devin Wade is a superstar talent who was destined to make it to the NFL if not for his breakdown while at Texas. But it also makes it clear that he is the least knowledgeable football person in the game by a distance. He doesn’t know how to direct an offense, read formations, or even the most basic levels of game theory. It defies belief that a dude who doesn’t know that running on second and one is the smartest play for an offense is some unpolished diamond with the capacity for greatness. Longshot plays into this depressingly persistent idea that black quarterbacks, without proper teaching and moulding from coaching staffs - staffs who tend to be overwhelmingly white - are nothing but imprecise flourishes of talent, succeeding in spite of their lack of intelligence because of their “natural talent”.
Black people make up most of the NFL’s population, but the sight of a black QB is still incredibly rare. The position sits atop the highest pedestal in the game, with its occupants expected to be the leader and face of their franchises. America’s reticence to progress could only lead to one conclusion. This is a direct quote from Warren Moon, the first black quarterback inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame, via The Undefeated:
“Despite the fact that there were a lot of African-Americans playing in the National Football League in the ’50s, ’60s and ’70s, there was a stereotype that we weren’t capable of succeeding at certain positions. If you played those positions in college and you got drafted, you knew you were probably going to get moved in the NFL. Supposedly, we weren’t smart enough or had the leadership qualities or whatever it took. At every position, for African-Americans, conquering that myth at quarterback was so important.”
The stereotype is slowly eroding, although after seeing the flak Cam Newton caught in the past for celebrating himself and Colin Kaepernick got for speaking out, it’s clear that flagrant displays of confidence from black people still stirs up some uneasiness. It’s likely a mistake of oversight rather than malevolence. I don’t believe that the writers of Longshot had designs on making the one living black character in the game to be so dumb because he’s black. But when you create a story that uses sports movie cliches as a launching point, the origins of those cliches should be scrutinized.
EA’s workaround for Wade’s airheadedness is to allow his supporting cast to shape him however they see fit. Devin Wade has very little autonomy once he begins to practice with retired coach Jack Ford, a man who initially objected to Wade’s progression through the TV show, after failing to convince the higher-ups that another qb contestant was a better candidate (The tv exec overruled him because Wade would draw more viewers.). Wade’s rough edges eventually push the coach to the brink of quitting, only to be convinced to keep working with him by Cruise, who was brought up to help speed up the learning process. Wade’s lack of polish is a longstanding issue, he explains, and the duo work together simplifying the playbook to fit Wade’s skillset through an all-night montage, without any input from the star of the show. His success is only possible due to the machinations of his white cohorts working behind his back.
Everything falls into place after that. Wade’s prospects pick up after that, as the coach-player duo resolve their differences and truly become a team in order to progress through the show, the final test being a televised scrimmage against NFL washouts. Next comes the draft, the results of which are predicated on your performance during drills and some of your dialogue choices in conversations. Either way, both of them make it onto a roster. The ending of Longshot makes it clear that a sequel with the same characters is in play. I would be curious to see where Devin Wade’s life goes from here. This is the first time Electronic Arts has written a narrative for their football game, so growing pains are to be expected. While the business partnership with the NFL potentially complicates the scope of the story, I hope we see more of the issues complicit with Wade’s job now that he’s made it to the league. It’s not like they’re going away anytime soon.
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privilege-archives · 8 years ago
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HARMONY PEARCE ➝ FOURTH SIBLING
I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN
❖ FULL NAME: Harmony Iris Pearce. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 19. (April 19th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fourth. Twin to Third Pearce. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Musical Theatre. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Lindsay Pearce.
I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME
[TW: RAPE, SEXUAL ASSAULT]
Harmony Pearce grew up watching musicals.
It was a loud, noisy and chaotic house. Their mother was constantly singing, constantly dancing, and the sound of tap shoes echoed down the halls in their home in Washington, D.C., and Harmony immediately fell in love with it all. Born as the youngest (or technically, one of the youngest) daughter to Bob Pearce, famed and well-loved politician and Lavender DuPont, golden-voiced songstress, it could have been decreed that one Harmony Pearce was absolutely destined for musical greatness. Of course, she was.
As a child, Harmony was something more of a doll than a daughter, as she and her twin were constantly dressed in matching outfits. Harmony showed an aptitude for music from a young age, both by plunking out off-key notes on the piano and attempting to mimic her mother’s world-famous triple-timestep. Of course, since Lavender’s stage was only on the political circuit, it could be inferred that she lived through Harmony. With four other children to groom into being perfect little politicians, Lavender took a liking to Harmony and wanted to turn her into a musical theatre machine.
It started with the dance classes. Harmony was put into a Tiptoe Tap Troupe as soon as she could walk, and to this very date, tap dancing is one of her many strengths. As soon as she was talking, she was enrolled in a preschool music program that would allow her the opportunity to sing to her heart’s content. Of course, as the daughter of a Southern Belle, Harmony was always dressed to the nines in every single costume that her mother could get her hands on, but without fail, at every school assembly, Harmony had the solo. And of course, at every school assembly, there was her mother sitting in the first row, taking as many pictures as humanly possible.
Needless to say, Harmony grew up with quite the ego.
Most of that came crashing down during the harsh reality of when she was nine years old and her parents divorced. It had quite the profound effect on Harmony, because that was simply not the way that things were supposed to be in the fantasy musical that was her life. The two leads always ended up together, that was simply how it worked. Harmony rapidly then realized that she, in fact, was the lead woman in her own musical, and chalked it all up to angsty backstory. At nine years old, no rendition of “Gimme Gimme” from Thoroughly Modern Millie was sung with such emotional depth.
With the divorce came the move, something that Harmony initially hated but quickly learned how to love. Her mother was determined to make it as a Broadway actress, and Harmony made the trek out there with her to New York City. Two years later, her father became Vice President of the United States, something that Harmony was shoved into the public eye for when the occasion called for it. She had the glorious opportunity to sing the National Anthem at several major sporting events, including one Super Bowl, but the girl was born to perform. Despite missing her father extensively, Harmony spent her time off from musical theatre at Number One, Observatory Circle with her father and other siblings.
New York? New York was tough, especially since her mother was rarely ever home and frankly, Harmony never saw her and relied only on an au pair to take care of her, but all of that loneliness was worth it (if she ever found herself in a genderswapped version of Cinderella, and had to sing “Loneliness of Evening, she was set) because the day came that Lavender DuPont had landed her first role. Things only went on the up and up from there, and when Harmony was ten she was permitted to begin auditioning herself. She began her Broadway career as Amaryllis in The Music Man, and from then on, a spark was ignited in Harmony.
She spent the next few years auditioning for every single part she could get her hands on, namely, Kim MacAfee in Bye Bye Birdie, Baby June in Gypsy, and Red Riding Hood in Into the Woods. Her days were spent at a wealthy, Upper East Side prep school while her nights were lost blissfully onstage. One might have guessed that she didn’t need any formal training, but Harmony wanted to go about things in the proper manner. Despite all of the singing lessons, dance classes, and acting workshops she’d taken, there was no substitute for a well-earned college education. With no surprise to anyone, she was accepted into NYADA and all set to head out towards her first semester.
Of course, being the daughter of a Vice President meant that Harmony, essentially, could get whatever it was on earth that she wanted, not only because of her connections, but her immense talent and ability to swindle and persuade anyone into anything her heart desired. Of course, there were certain rules, regulations and guidelines in place at NYADA, the most infuriating being: a student of NYADA could not audition for productions outside of the school. Harmony was devastated by this, as an actress with four Broadway roles under her belt, she wanted to be able to perform and explore, which prompted her to go right to the chairperson of Musical Theatre at NYADA. He informed her that he’d give her the favor if she could perform one in term for him, which Harmony vehemently opposed and told him so. That doesn’t quite explain how she ended up with a ripped skirt, mascara dripping and a very long walk back to her dorm.
Despite being an actress, Harmony couldn’t lie about this one. There was enough DNA evidence to convict the slimeball, but Harmony didn’t want to ruin her ties at NYADA. The wife of the chairman, who happened to be the Dean of Students, started spreading awful rumors about Harmony, who couldn’t take the abuse at NYADA and decided to go and follow her mother to LA.
Now, Harmony is registered as a freshman at Pacific State, and has long given up her dreams of being a Broadway actress. She doesn’t keep in touch with many from New York City, and is horribly afraid that she’s been blackballed. Instead, she’s trying to land roles in movie musicals before she graduates so that she has enough credit on her resume to be cast in whatever show she wants.
But she’ll do it. After all, she’s Harmony Pearce.
BABY, THERE'S NO OTHER SUPERSTAR
Harmony is most known for her contrasting features. She has dark hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. She further adds to her Snow White persona by wearing red lips constantly. Red, in fact, is her signature color. Harmony is not very tall, but she’s exudes confidence and is a bit of a know-it-all, which gives her a larger-than-life presence in any room. She’s prone to wearing colorful hats and headbands, her style is chic and inspired by pastels and nauticals, and Harmony always looks her very best, even if she’s coming from a three hour dance class.
YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI
Born to a well to do family in the heart of Atlanta, Georgia, Lavender DuPont was never going to be given the freedom to choose her own path. The DuPont men were all expected to be successful and powerful, while the women were supposed to marry into wealth and know their place in the background. Lavender had big dreams of becoming an actress or a pop star, but her family would’ve never even entertained the idea. Like all DuPont women before her, her suitor was chosen for her, and just happened to be everyone’s favorite politician, Robert “Bob” Pearce. He was a little older than her, but Lavender felt she had no choice but to marry him, move out to his larger than life home in Washington, and then begin to pop out babies just like she was supposed to.
Bob wasn’t the world’s most serious of men, and was actually quite likable as politicians went. He never treated his wife with anything but respect, and turned out to be a wonderful father to his five children, working his way up the political ladder. Lavender did a good job at keeping up the act of the perfect housewife, until it all became too much for her. She’d learned to love her husband enough to not want to tarnish his reputation, so had the courtesy to divorce him before going completely off the rails. She just couldn’t deny herself her dream of becoming the performer she’d always wanted to be. Now divorced, Bob has just finished his term as Vice President, while Lavender is known more commonly as her stage name of Vinny Pearce; the stage and big screen actress, whose name is constantly in the tabloids for her wild partying, DUI’s and alleged (but very much true) drug use.
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I DID IT.
i give yall slimebucks denki
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sheesh, that took long. and i just picked up digital art so im sorry its wonky dkjfbag
the fic that is attached to this is also coming soon hehehehehehe *rubbing my hands together like a fly*
MOMO, HE IS PERFECT! 😭 IT'S NOT WONKY AT ALL! THE LINES ARE SO CLEAN AND HE IS SO PRECIOUS. he's gonna give touya a run for his money as the sluttiest slimeball starbucks barista.
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Salutations! This here be the ending scene to my block party fic. Best Sandwich Ever. ☺️
THERE IS NO BETTER OUTCOME ‼️
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THE DINO GRABBER IM CRYINGGGGG
ALSO
I made a vibe playlist for slimeball alley because I've latched onto it that severely.
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0b-R5S_CvunbXOO5p64Q99n7LeNRkw1s&feature=share
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SLIMEBALL RADIO???? OHHH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO! i love that it’s even a little curated too like u got all these songs from my childhood on there… THIS IS AMAZING FHDHSH and the theme of the songs too like “imma kill u” and songs by “poison” LMAO
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ur so right
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I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS
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🦠 GRIMETOWN CITY CENTER 🦠
⚠️ THIS POST IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION ⚠️
POSTS FROM GRIMETOWN PUBLIC OFFICIALS
#daddy cherub – cassie posts
#stepdaddy merc – mercury posts
GOVERNMENT WATCHLIST
#repeat offenders – asks from permanent residents
GRIMETOWN BULLETIN
#slimeball hall of fame – prized contributions from our residents
SLIMEBALL ALLEY ON BASTARD BOULEVARD COLLAB 🦠
↳ masterlist
↳ in-progress works
GRIMETOWN CATACOMBS
slimeball superlatives – which slimeball? – slimeball "would you rather?" – slimeball mash – misc slimeball game night – make your slimeball sentence
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privilege-archives · 8 years ago
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Thank you for your audition, DEE. We are thrilled to welcome you into the group as the Fifth Pearce who you have chosen to name HARMONY PEARCE, and we truly cannot wait to begin writing alongside you. Please send in your account in the next 24 hours, and read over the new members checklist before sending in your link.
ALL ABOUT YOU ➝
Dee, 24, EST, She/Her
YOUR ACTIVITY ➝
6-8/10. If my workload gets crazy then I’m less active but I do the best I can.
ANYTHING TO ADD? ➝
Removed.
YOUR CHARACTER ➝
Harmony Iris Pearce, Lindsay Pearce. 
AGE, ORDER & BIRTHDAY ➝
Harmony is 19 years old, and the youngest Pearce. Her birthday is April 19th. She is the twin to the 4th Pearce.
GRADE & MAJOR ➝
Harmony is a freshman who is majoring in Musical Theatre.
SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION ➝
Harmony is only attracted to talented people. #sorry 
(Aka Pansexual/Panromantic for now)
FAMOUS FAMILY ➝
Born to a well to do family in the heart of Atlanta, Georgia, Lavender DuPont was never going to be given the freedom to choose her own path. The DuPont men were all expected to be successful and powerful, while the women were supposed to marry into wealth and know their place in the background. Lavender had big dreams of becoming an actress or a pop star, but her family would’ve never even entertained the idea. Like all DuPont women before her, her suitor was chosen for her, and just happened to be everyone’s favorite politician, Robert “Bob” Pearce. He was a little older than her, but Lavender felt she had no choice but to marry him, move out to his larger than life home in Washington, and then begin to pop out babies just like she was supposed to.
Bob wasn’t the world’s most serious of men, and was actually quite likable as politicians went. He never treated his wife with anything but respect, and turned out to be a wonderful father to his five children, working his way up the political ladder. Lavender did a good job at keeping up the act of the perfect housewife, until it all became too much for her. She’d learned to love her husband enough to not want to tarnish his reputation, so had the courtesy to divorce him before going completely off the rails. She just couldn’t deny herself her dream of becoming the performer she’d always wanted to be. Now divorced, Bob has just finished his term as Vice President, while Lavender is known more commonly as her stage name of Vinny Pearce; the stage and big screen actress, whose name is constantly in the tabloids for her wild partying, DUI’s and alleged (but very much true) drug use.
BIOGRAPHY ➝
[TW: RAPE, SEXUAL ASSAULT]
Harmony Pearce grew up watching musicals.
It was a loud, noisy and chaotic house. Their mother was constantly singing, constantly dancing, and the sound of tap shoes echoed down the halls in their home in Washington, D.C., and Harmony immediately fell in love with it all. Born as the youngest (or technically, one of the youngest) daughter to Bob Pearce, famed and well-loved politician and Lavender DuPont, golden-voiced songstress, it could have been decreed that one Harmony Pearce was absolutely destined for musical greatness. Of course, she was.
As a child, Harmony was something more of a doll than a daughter, as she and her twin were constantly dressed in matching outfits. Harmony showed an aptitude for music from a young age, both by plunking out off-key notes on the piano and attempting to mimic her mother’s world-famous triple-timestep. Of course, since Lavender’s stage was only on the political circuit, it could be inferred that she lived through Harmony. With four other children to groom into being perfect little politicians, Lavender took a liking to Harmony and wanted to turn her into a musical theatre machine.
It started with the dance classes. Harmony was put into a Tiptoe Tap Troupe as soon as she could walk, and to this very date, tap dancing is one of her many strengths. As soon as she was talking, she was enrolled in a preschool music program that would allow her the opportunity to sing to her heart’s content. Of course, as the daughter of a Southern Belle, Harmony was always dressed to the nines in every single costume that her mother could get her hands on, but without fail, at every school assembly, Harmony had the solo. And of course, at every school assembly, there was her mother sitting in the first row, taking as many pictures as humanly possible.
Needless to say, Harmony grew up with quite the ego.
Most of that came crashing down during the harsh reality of when she was nine years old and her parents divorced. It had quite the profound effect on Harmony, because that was simply not the way that things were supposed to be in the fantasy musical that was her life. The two leads always ended up together, that was simply how it worked. Harmony rapidly then realized that she, in fact, was the lead woman in her own musical, and chalked it all up to angsty backstory. At nine years old, no rendition of “Gimme Gimme” from Thoroughly Modern Millie was sung with such emotional depth. 
With the divorce came the move, something that Harmony initially hated but quickly learned how to love. Her mother was determined to make it as a Broadway actress, and Harmony made the trek out there with her to New York City. Two years later, her father became Vice President of the United States, something that Harmony was shoved into the public eye for when the occasion called for it. She had the glorious opportunity to sing the National Anthem at several major sporting events, including one Super Bowl, but the girl was born to perform. Despite missing her father extensively, Harmony spent her time off from musical theatre at Number One, Observatory Circle with her father and other siblings.
New York? New York was tough, especially since her mother was rarely ever home and frankly, Harmony never saw her and relied only on an au pair to take care of her, but all of that loneliness was worth it (if she ever found herself in a genderswapped version of Cinderella, and had to sing “Loneliness of Evening, she was set) because the day came that Lavender DuPont had landed her first role. Things only went on the up and up from there, and when Harmony was ten she was permitted to begin auditioning herself. She began her Broadway career as Amaryllis in The Music Man, and from then on, a spark was ignited in Harmony.
She spent the next few years auditioning for every single part she could get her hands on, namely, Kim MacAfee in Bye Bye Birdie, Baby June in Gypsy, and Red Riding Hood in Into the Woods. Her days were spent at a wealthy, Upper East Side prep school while her nights were lost blissfully onstage. One might have guessed that she didn’t need any formal training, but Harmony wanted to go about things in the proper manner. Despite all of the singing lessons, dance classes, and acting workshops she’d taken, there was no substitute for a well-earned college education. With no surprise to anyone, she was accepted into NYADA and all set to head out towards her first semester.
Of course, being the daughter of a Vice President meant that Harmony, essentially, could get whatever it was on earth that she wanted, not only because of her connections, but her immense talent and ability to swindle and persuade anyone into anything her heart desired. Of course, there were certain rules, regulations and guidelines in place at NYADA, the most infuriating being: a student of NYADA could not audition for productions outside of the school. Harmony was devastated by this, as an actress with four Broadway roles under her belt, she wanted to be able to perform and explore, which prompted her to go right to the chairperson of Musical Theatre at NYADA. He informed her that he’d give her the favor if she could perform one in term for him, which Harmony vehemently opposed and told him so. That doesn’t quite explain how she ended up with a ripped skirt, mascara dripping and a very long walk back to her dorm.
Despite being an actress, Harmony couldn’t lie about this one. There was enough DNA evidence to convict the slimeball, but Harmony didn’t want to ruin her ties at NYADA. The wife of the chairman, who happened to be the Dean of Students, started spreading awful rumors about Harmony, who couldn’t take the abuse at NYADA and decided to go and follow her mother to LA.
Now, Harmony is registered as a freshman at Pacific State, and has long given up her dreams of being a Broadway actress. She doesn’t keep in touch with many from New York City, and is horribly afraid that she’s been blackballed. Instead, she’s trying to land roles in movie musicals before she graduates so that she has enough credit on her resume to be cast in whatever show she wants.
But she’ll do it. After all, she’s Harmony Pearce.
AESTHETIC ➝
Harmony is most known for her contrasting features. She has dark hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. She further adds to her Snow White persona by wearing red lips constantly. Red, in fact, is her signature color. Harmony is not very tall, but she’s exudes confidence and is a bit of a know-it-all, which gives her a larger-than-life presence in any room. She’s prone to wearing colorful hats and headbands, her style is chic and inspired by pastels and nauticals, and Harmony always looks her very best, even if she’s coming from a three hour dance class. 
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