#soap/nanette

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Hiya Goose! For the ask game pls!

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)? (Ghost and Franca)

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates? (Frank and Jodie)

If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them? (Soap and Nannete)

Witch, my lovely, my dear <3 I hope you enjoy this answer ^u^

Ghost and Franca

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

Firstly, it depends on the meaning of intimacy. Now, I'm guessing this question intends it to mean anything from like... physical affection to sexual relations right? (lmao I sound so robotic-)

It's a complicated answer because 1) Ghost is a very complex character and has had things happen to him in the past which would affect this and 2) Franca is pretty much the same, just... less trauma. Or trauma for entirely different reasons.

So, with that in mind, I would say it would most like depend on the context; smaller actions of intimacy, touches, kisses, hugs, being physically close with each other, that would be a mutual kind of thing. There would be silent conversation, little looks to make sure everything is ok, that they're both comfortable. It gets a little easier the longer they're in the relationship.

Sexual intimacy? At first that would most likely be initiated via a conversation by Franca; to understand where they stand on that kind of thing. To understand what the best way to navigate those feelings is without causing any more harm to Ghost given his past. Franca would be super understanding (also she'd want to stab anyone who had ever harmed Ghost with a rusty needle even though he's twice her size and can handle himself).

By that point, it would most likely be verbal affirmation that they both want this.

Verbal consent is sexy and very much needed for the both of them.

Frank and Jodie

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?

Frank tends to drive on longer journeys while Jodie will have a map in her lap and giving directions. I can imagine that they both really plan out their travels prior to even entering the car (if it's a new destination). Imagine Frank settling the map on the dining room table, pouring over it, to then call Jodie over to double check that 1) she's good with the route plan and 2) there isn't an easier way that Frank might have missed.

All I can imagine, too, is that Frank's military training would probably kick in with this so if they got lost, something went wrong, they'd be pulled the car over, placing the map and relevant tools on the bonnet and both working together to figure out where to go from there.

Soap and Nanette

If there wasn't enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

Ok, I'm best using an example because to help my brain put the image into words:

Imagine they're at an airport, flight is delayed for some reason, and they're having to wait in the terminal. All but one of the seats is taken and John would be near sprinting to it to make sure it doesn't get taken. He stands by it, like a guard dog, giving a stern look to anyone that might be eyeing it up. He'd then take his wife's bag, huddle the luggage together and make sure Nanette is comfortable on the seat.

For himself? He probably props himself up against the wall next to them, if there's no wall, then he would stand with his hand rested on the back of the seat, close to her. After a while, Nanette would insist he takes the seat for a bit, cause she doesn't like that he's just standing about, possibly getting tired. He'd compromise by either sitting on the floor next to her. But he wouldn't be taking her seat, not at all.

If there are no seats at all and he could sense Nanette getting tired, guaranteed he'd find something to sit on and then pull her to his lap and he'd become the seat lol.

When they have the baby, he'd be even more adamant that any seats are taken by his wife and child first, before himself.

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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

I was tagged by @anamoon63 and @bool-prop, thank you very much! I chose Mia because I miss her dearly and I need to zip over to Isla Paradiso and visit her ASAP!

Subject: Mia Nichols

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Mia’s uncommon fear is another one of her lovers dying. Her common fear is that something happens to her mother, Nanette.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Cookie’s existence.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Her signature vanilla body spray and loose tampons and condoms 

What do they notice first in a person?

Their sex appeal.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 6

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Mia is a fighter.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Mia is the only child of a single mother.

What animal represents them best?

Bichon frisé- because of her fluffy hair and friendly nature (unless your name is Cookie!)

What is a smell that they dislike?

The smell of overflowing ashtrays. When she was a waitress this smell always used to make Mia dry-retch.

Have they broken any bones?

She broke a couple of ribs while out surfing with her fiancé Luke one day.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Blonde, bubbly and chatty with legs for days.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

A night owl. Mia does NOT like getting out of bed early.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

She hates the taste of aniseed and loves the taste of potatoes deep-fried in goose fat.

Do they have any hobbies?

Sex, video games, watching soap operas, going to the movies, socialising, fantasizing about her wedding to Raj.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Mia loves surprises and would be thrilled! She detests routine and monotony. The more surprises life can throw at her, the better!

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Mia’s pride and joy was her engagement ring, which was lost during an altercation with a creep called David. Even though she still mourns its loss, it did enable her to move on from Luke’s death. But no other piece of jewellery has ever been so important to her.  

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Messy. Mia is self-conscious about her handwriting as well as her lack of literacy skills. She will go to any lengths to avoid her handwriting and poor spelling being seen by others.

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Excitement and desire.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Not really, but Mia isn't into housework so any fabric she did prefer would be drip dry and non-iron.

What kind of accent do they have?

Mia was born in bred in Isla Paradiso, but it would be hard for anyone in Sim nation to discern a particular dialect or accent as coming from there.

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[islandtarochips]

Hello! I was wondering, if any of your ocs were to meet mine, what would their first impressions be?

((Also I hope you have a good day!))

Hello, pele! I would gladly answer that for ya!

Starting off with Nanette MacTavish!

Tiala: Her? Oh. Well, I didn’t meet her in PERSON but Soap has been talking about her NONSTOP. Even the part when he said, and thy quote, “That Glaikit bas really pissed me off when he tried to stalk her.” Which is understandable. He showed me a pic of her. She looks very promising. And I’m surprised that she could handle his annoying ass.😒 But if she loves him then good for her. Kanoa: Soap really does have good taste with women. Even flirt with some too. *chuckled* And THIS one? The one he’s married to? She is very beautiful. Not gonna lie. And she’s MARRIED. Damn. Wish I could meet her. She looks really nice. Oh and don’t worry, I’m not gonna STEAL her if that’s what you are thinking. …maybe. HA! Jokes! Agnes: Never met her BUT Soap did tell me so much about her! He even showed me a photo of her too! She looks SO pretty! Wonder if we can have some girl night out! Oh oh! They should come to American Samoa or maybe in Samoa for their anniversary! I know the BEST spots on the island for sightseeing! I really do want to meet her! She looks so nice! Nigel: I heard from Aggie when Soap talks about his wife. I'm surprised that he has one. She sounded very nice but I don’t know if she’ll like me. And I don’t know if Soap TOLD her about our past….work. Aelan: I…don’t know who she is but Kanoa talked about it. Um…Soap, right? Yeah, he told me that Soap is married to her. And told me that she’s nice. Well, if that’s how she is then I’m happy for her marrying that Scottish boy. *chuckled* And I heard about her…past confession from some guy. I hope that he FINALLY learned his lesson. If not, I would like to meet with him. Alana: I apologize but I have no knowledge of who this person is. But…according to my daughter. She sounded promising. And I do wish her a good future with her lover.

And now for Franca “Major” Lorenzetti!

Tiala: She’s very skillful. Gaz introduced me to her. She’s chill. I kind of admired her with her work.

Kanoa: This woman had gotten badass written all over her! Ha! Price told me about her and I’m seemingly impressed. I wonder how she and Aelan will work together if they meet.

Agnes: She’s pretty cool! I saw her working with Aelan once and these two are pretty QUICK of patching up the injured! And this woman sure knew what she was doing! Nigel: She’s…ok. I hardly interact with her though but I did hear that she’s really good at her part in the 141. I am impressed but I still keep my distance away from any of the team members from the 141… Aelan: I’ve talked to her from time to time. She really impressed me with her fast skills of assisting me. I know her family will be proud. …if they are. Alana: My daughter had told me about her. Even from Price. So I haven’t met her in person. I’m very glad that she and my daughter are getting along.

There you have it! I hope this is ok…it took me a while to give the right response after reading your OCs info! And I’m VERY interested to know MORE about them! Thank you very much for the ask! Love ya, pele!

[purplegn0mes]

Tybalt: when I go to hotels I take a bite off the soap just to fuck with people.

Juliet: you do realize that by eating soap you’re the one who’s losing right?

Fawn: you’re just jealous ‘cause he was brave enough to taste the forbidden white chocolate.

Nanette: ew, white chocolate’s disgusting!

Juliet: AND SOAP ISN’T??

[seafrightened-blog]

NAME: Nanette

NICKNAME(s)  : Ninny

AGE: 9

SPECIES: fairy (lutine) 

PERSONAL!

MORALITY :  lawful   /   neutral / chaotic   / good  /   neutral   /   evil  /   true

RELIGION: roman catholic by upbringing

SINS   :  greed   /   gluttony   /   sloth   /   lust   /   pride   /   envy   /   wrath

VIRTUES  :   chastity   /   charity   / diligence /   humility   /   kindness   /   patience  /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: Swedish, French

SECRETS: heart eyes @ too-ticky

PHYSICAL!

BUILD:    scrawny   /   bony   /   slender   /   fit   /   athletic   / curvy   /   herculean   /  pudgy /   average

HEIGHT: the 2019 version made her pretty average but the OG had her barely taller than little my so we’ll compromise and say around 3′

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: none

ABILITIES /POWERS: homegirl went invisible for a bit

RESTRICTIONS: homegirl went invisible for a bit

FAVORITES!

FOOD: soups and more traditional foods are her favorite, she really loves to bake/cook/feed people over eating

DRINK: tea and lemonade

PIZZA TOPPING:  i don’t think ninny is into pizza in general

COLOR: soft peachy orange!

MUSIC GENRE: french children’s music (yes it is a genre and yes i do listen to it bc its SOOTHING)

BOOK GENRE: literally anything so long as its within her comprehension, she likes reading

MOVIE GENRE: if she had access to movies, i still don’t think she’d care for movies/tv in general?

SEASON: spring, but she says winter for too-ticky

CURSE WORD: once she said “crap” and then washed her mouth out with soap

SCENT (S): laundry, lavender, freshly baked goods

FUN STUFF!

BOTTOM OR TOP  :

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: she’s not a bad singer but she would never want people to hear her without her knowing

LIKES BAD PUNS: pretends she doesn’t, sort of does

TAGGED BY: @creative-daydreamer TAGGING: MOJO TAGGED EVERYONE UHHH WHO TF AM I SUPPOSED TO TAG

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Celebrity Deaths 2018

JANUARY Jon Paul Steuer - Jan. 1 (TV Actor) Robert Mann - Jan. 1 (Violinist) Rick Hall - Jan. 2 (Music Producer) Thomas Monson - Jan. 2 (Religous Leader) Bruce Halle - Jan. 4 (Entrepreneur) John Young - Jan. 5 (Astronaut) Jerry Van Dyke - Jan. 5 (TV Show)  *Dick Van Dyke's Brother* Donnelly Rhodes - Jan. 8 (TV Actor) Doreen Tracey - Jan. 10 (TV Actor) Eddie Clarke - Jan. 10 (Guitarist) Jessica Falkholt - Jan. 11 (TV Actress) Keith Jackson - Jan. 12 (Sportscaster) Bobby Zarin - Jan. 13 (Reality Star) Dolores O'Riordan - Jan. 15 (Rock Singer) Peter Wyngarde - Jan. 15 (TV Actor) Bradford Dillman - Jan. 16 (Movie Actor) Jo Jo White - Jan. 16 (Basketball Player) Jessica Falkholt - Jan. 17 (TV Actress) Dorothy Malone - Jan. 19 (Movie Actress) Fredo Santana - Jan. 19 (Rapper) Olivia Cole - Jan. 19 (TV Actress) Dorothy Malone - Jan. 19 (Movie Actress) Paul Bocuse - Jan. 20 (Chef) Jim Rodford - Jan. 20 (Musician) Bob Smith - Jan. 20 (Activist) Connie Sawyer - Jan. 21 (TV Actress) Ursula K. Leguin - Jan. 22 (Children's Author) Hugh Masekela - Jan. 23 (Composer) Joel Taylor - Jan. 23 (Meteorologist) Nicanor Parra - Jan. 23 (Poet) Lari White - Jan. 23 (Country Singer) Mark E. Smith - Jan. 24 (Punk Singer) Warren Miller - Jan. 24 (Director) Ingvar Kamprad - Jan. 27 (Entrepreneur) **Mark Salling - Jan. 30 (TV Actor) Louis Zorich - Jan. 30 (TV Actor) Ann Gillis - Jan. 31 (Movie Actress) Rasual Butler - Jan. 31 (Basketball Player) Leah LaBelle - Jan. 31 (Pop Singer)

FEBRUAY Dennis Edwards - Feb. 1 (Rock Singer) John Mahoney - Feb. 4 (TV Actor) Khalif Smith - Feb. 5 (Youtuber Star) Mickey Jones - Feb. 7 (TV Actor) Ebony Reigns - Feb. 8 (Reggae Singer) John Gavin - Feb. 9 (Movie Actor) Reg E. Cathey - Feb. 9 (TV Actor) Jóhann Jóhannsson - Feb. 9 (Composer) Vic Damone - Feb. 11 (Pop Singer) Jan Maxwell - Feb. 11 (TV Actress) Daryle Singletary - Feb. 12 (Country Singer) Marty Allen - Feb. 12 (Comedian) Morgan Tsvangirai - Feb. 14 (Politician) Billy Graham - Feb. 21 (Religious Leader) Emma Chambers - Feb. 21 (TV Actress) Nanette Fabray - Feb. 22 (TV Actress) Ensa Cosby - Feb. 23 (Family Member) *Bill Cosby's Daugher* Bud Luckey - Feb. 24 (Cartoonist) Sridevi Kapoor - Feb. 24 (Movie Actress) Rogelio Guerra - Feb. 28 (Soap Opera Actor)

MARCH David Ogden Stiers- March 3 (TV Actor) Roger Bannister - March 3 (Runner) Hubert de Givenchy - March 10 (Fashion Designer) Ken Dodd - March 11 (Comedian) Craig Mack - March 12 (Rapper) Nokie Edwards - March 12 (Guitarist) Stephen Hawking - March 14 (Physicist) Jim Bowen - March 14 (Game Show Host) Ed Charles - March 15 (Baseball Player)   Tom Benson - March 15 (Entrepreneur) Tripp Halstead -March 15 (Blogger) Dushon Monique Brown - March 13 (TV Actress) Mike MacDonald - March 17 (Comedian) Charles Lazarus - March 22 (Entrepreneur) Fergus Anckorn - March 22 (War Hero) Morgana King - March 22 - (Movie Actress) Dushon Monique Brown - March 23 (TV Actress) Stéphane Audran - March 27 (Movie Actress) Rusty Staub - March 29 (Baseball Player) Bill Maynard - March 30 (Comedian)

APRIL Steven Bochco - April 1 (TV Producer) Winnie Madikizela-Mandela - April 2 (Politician) Susan Anspach - April 2 (Movie Actress) Ray Wilkins - April 4 (Soccer Coach) Eric Bristow - April 5 (Darts Player) Tim O'Connor - April 5 (TV Actor) Cecil Taylor - April 5 (Pianist) Jonathan Pitre - April 6 (Activist) Chuck McCann - April 8 (TV Actor) Art Bell - April 13 (Radio Host) R. Lee Ermey - April 15 (TV Actor) Pamela Gidley - April 16 (Movie Actress) Hal Greer - April 16 (Basketball Player) Harry Anderson - April 16 (TV Actor) Barbara Bush - April 17 (Political Wife) Dale Winton - April 18 (TV Show Host) Avicii - April 20 (DJ) **Verne Troyer - April 21 (Movie Actor) Bob Dorough - April 23 (Jazz Singer) Johnny Bennett - April 25 (TV Show Host) Kristin Nelson - April 27 (TV Actress) Judith Leiber - April 28 (Fashion Designer) Lil Lonnie - April 29 (Rapper) Robert Mandan - April 29 (Soap Opera Actor)

MAY Scott Hutchison - May 10 (Guitarist) Hubert de Givenchy - May 10 (Fashion Designer) Margot Kidder - May 13 (Movie Actress) Doug Ford - May 14 (Golfer) Tom Wolfe - May 14 (Journalist) Hugh Dane - May 16 (TV Actor) Joseph Campanella - May 16 (TV Actor) Young King Dave - May 17 (Instagram Star) Stephanie Adams - May 18 (Model) Robert Indiana - May 19 (Pop Artist) Clint Walker - May 21 (Movie Actor) Nara Almeida - Nay 21 (Fashion Designer) Allyn Ann McLerie - May 21 (Dancer) Philip Roth - May 22 (Novelist) Elizabeth Sung - May 22 (TV Actress) John Bain - May 24 (Youtube Star) Blake Painter - May 24 (Reality Star) Jerry Maren - May 24 (Movie Actor) Blake Painter - May 25 (Reality Star) Cornelia Frances - May 28 (TV Actress)

JUNE Sophia Gall - June 1 (Instagram Star) Georgann Johnson - June 4 (TV Actress) Dwight Clark - June 4 (Football Player) **Kate Spade - June 5 (Fashion Designer) Alan O'Neill - June 6 (TV Actor) Peter Stringfellow - June 7 (Entrepreneur) Anthony Bourdain - June 8 (Chef) Jackson Odell - June 8 (Movie Actor) Eunice Gayson - June 8 (Movie Actress) Neal Boyd - June 10 (Opera Singer) D.J. Fontana - June 13 (Drummer) Matt Murphy - June 15 (Guitarist) Leslie Grantham - June 15 (Soap Opera Actor) Xxxtentacion - June 18 (Rapper) Big Van Vader - June 18 (Wrestler)   Sophie Gradon - June 20 (Reality Star) Charles Krauthammer - June 21 (Journalist) Vinnie Paul - June 22 (Drummer) The Random Toon Show - June 24 (Youtube Star) Richard Harrison - June 25 (Reality Star) Harlan Ellison - June 27 (Novelist) Steve Soto - June 27 (Musician) **Joe Jackson - June 27 (Talent Manager) *Michael Jackson's Father* Emily Hayward - June 28 (Youtube Star) Derrick O'Connor - June 29 (Theatre Actor) Steve Ditko - June 29 (Cartoonist) Smoke Dawg - June 30 (Rapper)

JULY Alan Longmuir - July 2 (Bassist) Richard Swift - July 3 (Music Producer) Ed Schultz - July 5 (Radio Host) Claude Lanzmann - July 5 (Director) Alan Longmuir - July 7 (Bassist) Tab Hunter - July 8 (Movie Actor) Jorge Valenzuela - July 8 (World Music Singer) Annabelle Neilson - July 12 (Reality Star) Roger Perry - July 12 (TV Actor) Ray Emery - July 15 (Hockey Player) Jon Schnepp - July 19 (Director) Elmarie Wendel - July 21 (TV Actress) Oliver Dragojevic - July 28 (Rock Singer) Arielis Paulino - July 29 (TikTok Star) Nikolai Volkoff - July 29 (Wrestler)

AUGUST Rick Genest - August 1 (Tattoo Artist) C. Struggs - August 3 (Rapper) *Charlotte Rae - August 5 (TV Actress) Barry Chuckle - August 5 (Comedian) Stan Mikita - August 7 (Hockey Player) Jill Janus - August 14 (Metal Singer) **Aretha Franklin - August 16 (Soul Singer) Atal Bihari Vajpayee - August 16 (Politician) Kofi Annan - August 18 (Politician) Craig Zadan - August 20 (Film Producer) **Stefan Karl Stefansson - August 21 (TV Actor) Barbara Harris - August 21 (Movie Actress) Ed King - August 22 (Rock Singer) Robin Leach - August 24 (TV Show Host) John McCain - August 25 (Politician) Neil Simon - August 26 (Playwright) Vanessa Marquez - August 30 (TV Actress)

SEPTEMBER Bill Daily - Sept. 4 (TV Actor) Burt Reynolds - Sept. 6 (Movie Actor) **Mac Miller - Sept. 7 (Rapper) Kim Porter - Sept. 11 (Movie Actress) Rachid Taha - Sept. 12 (Rock Singer) Marin Mazzie - Sept. 13 (Stage Actress) Denis Norden - Sept. 19 (Radio Host) Al Matthews - Sept. 22 (Movie Actor) Chas Hodges - Sept. 22 (Rock Singer) Gary Kurtz - Sept. 23 (Film Producer) PeeWeeToms - Sept. 28 (Youtube Star) Kim Larsen - Sept. 30 (Rock Singer)

OCTOBER Charles Aznavour - Oct. 1 (Pop Singer) Geoff Emerick - Oct. 2 (Sound Desinger) Will Vinton - Oct. 4 (Film Producer) Audrey Wells - Oct. 4 (Screen Writer) Hamiet Bluiett - Oct. 4 (Saxophonist) **Scott Wilson - Oct. 6 (Movie Actor) Peggy McCay - Oct. 7 (Soap Opera Actress) Paul Allen - Oct. 15 (Entrepreneur) Dennis Hof - Oct. 16 (Entrepreneur) Oli Herbert - Oct. 17 (Guitarist) James Karen - Oct. 23 (Movie Actor) Ntozake Shange - Oct. 27 (Poet) James Karen - Oct. 28 (Movie Actor) Jin Yong - Oct. 30 (Novelist) Willie McCovey - Oct. 31 (Baseball Player)

NOVEMBER Roy Hargrove - Nov. 2 (Trumpet Player) Sondra Locke - Nov. 3 (Movie Actress) **Stan Lee - Nov. 12 (Comic Book Author) David Pearson - Nov. 12 (Race Car Driver) Katherine MacGregor - Nov. 13 (TV Actress) Kim Porter - Nov. 15 (Model) Roy Clark - Nov. 15 (TV Show Host) Devin Lima - Nov. 21 (Pop Singer) Nicolas Roeg - Nov. 23 (Director) Ricky Jay - Nov. 24 (TV Actor) Stephen Hillenburg - Nov. 26 (Director) Bernardo Bertolucci - Nov. 26 (Director) *George H.W. Bush - Nov. 30 (US President)

DECEMBER Ken Berry - Dec. 1 (TV Actor) Geoff Murphy - Dec. 3 (Director) Philip Bosco - Dec. 3 (Stage Actor) Pete Shelley - Dec. 6 (Punk Singer) Nancy Wilson - Dec. 13 (Jazz Singer) **Penny Marshall - Dec. 17 (Director) Donald Moffat - Dec. 20 (Movie Actor)

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Ranking All 61 Movies I’ve Watched So Far This Year From Worst to Best

So this would work better as a countdown but I’m too lazy so 1 is the worst and 61 is the best.

1.       Tomorrow is Forever

It is a testament to my love for my grandmother that I even finished this godawful excuse of a movie.

2.       Flower

If there’s one thing I love it’s stories about teenage girls who are characterized by their quirky desire to give blow jobs to gross men for fun... said no one ever.

3.       Savage Grace

Even Hugh Dancy couldn’t save this dry, stale train wreck of unsexiness.

4.       Hellraiser

There’s a thin line between classic and stale and this movie treads right over it.

5.       The Devil’s Candy

Forgettable.

6.       Night of the Living Dead (Remake)

If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

7.       Eighth Grade

I wanted to love this movie but it seemed too devoted to being realistic to actually tell a satisfying story.

8.       American Psycho

One of those movies you feel like you’ve already seen even if you haven’t.

9.       Vicky Cristina Barcelona

I wanted to like it. I really did. But it had all the charm of a wet sweaty sock.

10.   Thelma

Great premise but it just felt kind of mediocre in execution. Maybe I was just too tired when I watched it.

11.   Lady Bird

I HATED THIS MOVIE. It was so bad that I honestly can’t even rate it as the worst because it was so actively terrible I almost enjoyed it in retrospect. I love Greta but honestly it was such a mediocre piece of basic white girl shit I can’t even review it properly.

12.   To Have or To Have Not

It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t particularly good.

13.   Professor Marston and the Wonder Woman

I wanted to love it. Who wouldn’t? But it was just weird and unsexy and creepy.

14.   The Big Sick

Actively lacked charm.

15.   Dracula (the one with Winona)

I mean, it was creative enough to almost save itself from its own stale take on the novel.

16.   White Zombie

The film itself wasn’t interesting but I watched it for a class and the criticism was really eye-opening.

17.   The Unknown

Joan Crawford plays this woman who falls in love with a supposedly armless Lon Chaney in a sideshow because he can’t touch her with his dirty hands, not knowing that he’s lying about being armless to hide from the law. The novelty of the plot alone makes it worth a shot.

18.   Possessed

Joan Crawford plays a crazy woman. Somehow this is surprising to no one.

19.   Saw

It just felt dirty and not in a fun way.

20.   Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte

Another movie I watched with my grandmother. I’d seen it before which made it lose its bite.

21.   Stepford Wives

I found the book more enjoyable.

22.   A Quiet Place

There’s something cringe-y and self-indulgent about watching John Krasinski direct himself as the self-sacrificing macho-male hero in a movie he literally starts in with his wife. Pass.

23.   Babysitter

I have a crush on Samara Weaving, ok?

24.   The First Time

I honestly don’t even know why I watched this movie but it filled a teen comedy shaped whole in my watch list so I’m not about to complain.

25.   Rosemary’s Baby

I liked it more than I thought I would.

26.   Ingrid Goes West

I thought it would rank higher honestly.

27.   Apostasy

Jesus. This is a tough, ugly movie on every level, and all its characters feel totally un-redeemable. With that being said, it’s a pretty accurate portrayal of Jehovah’s Witness life.

28.   Disobedience

Sexy light.

29.   Killing of a Sacred Deer

I just didn’t feel it the way I felt The Lobster.

30.   Equals

It had Kristen Stewart, ok??

31.   Princess Cyd

Cute.

32.   The Importance of Being Earnest

Cute again.

33.   Hour of the Wolf

A bit disturbing but well done, I think? I don’t know, I was tired as hell when I watched this.

34.   Gaslight

Wasn’t as great the second time around but still ok.

35.   The Exorcist

Much better than I thought it would be.

35.5 A Star Is Born

Good music but fucked up plot.

36.   Into the Wild

Note to self: this is not a good movie to watch during your first nine-to-five job.

37.   Cleo from 5 to 7

The aesthetic is strong with this one.

38.   Phantom of the Opera

Rewatched it for the first time in ten years. Realized the phantom was a fucking creep.

39.   The Greatest Showman

I liked it so much more than I thought I would?

40.   Mamma Mia 2

Judge me all you want. I watched this movie with my mother and grandmother in the theater at the end of summer. It was a good memory.

41.   Crazy Rich Asians

I just liked it.

42.   Obvious Child

Similar to The Big Sick but just felt like a few steps up.

43.   Ritual

Fun and very creepy.

44.   Assassination Nation

I honestly don’t even know what the fuck to mentally do with this movie. It defies categorization and is undeniably bad but in a can’t-look-away-from-the-car-crash way you have to almost admire.

45.   What. Bo Burnham

I love Bo.

46.   Kid Gorgeous John Mulaney

I also love Mulaney.

47.   La Pianist

I like sadomasochism occasionally in my feature films, ok?

47.5 (Sorry, I forgot this one in the original count) The Miseducation of Cameron Post

I was admittedly in an altered state watching this. If I wasn’t, it might’ve ranked higher.

48.   Hereditary

It made it this far on the strength of a single scene which was my favorite of the year. The movie as a whole wasn’t the strongest, though.

49.   The Purge

Enjoyable horror.

50.   Nanette – Hannah Gadsby

I’m a simple girl. I like long walks on the beach, pina coladas, and comedy that makes me ugly cry.

51.   Frances Ha

I actually watched it twice this year and loved it both times. Greta is perfect.

52.   Thoroughbreds

Stylish and just ultimately well done and enjoyable. Flirts with Sapphic content which is an added bonus.

53.   The Shape of Water

I have a crush on this movie. It’s basically like that kid in class who is a little bizarre and probably not that intelligent but attractive enough to make up for that deficit.

54.   Phone Call From a Stranger

I fucking loved this little old black and white soap opera.

55.   God’s Own Country

Almost Brokeback.

56.   Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party

I’m a sucker for gay Christians and uncomfortable comedy.

57.   Creep 2

SO. MUCH. FUN. It’s like gazing through the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist times 100.

58.   Cam

Madeline Brewer invented acting in this movie.

59.   Creep

This movie restored my faith in horror.

60.   Make Happy - Bo Burnham

This “comedy” show gave me an existential fucking crisis and ruined my life forever. 10/10 would recommend.

61.   Call Me By Your Name

This movie melted my ice-queen heart and reminded me what it once felt like to fall in love. I can’t even stand how much I love love love everything about it.

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Gloria Mildred DeHaven (July 23, 1925 – July 30, 2016) was an American actress and singer who was a contract star for Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.

DeHaven was born in Los Angeles, California, the daughter of actor-director Carter DeHaven and actress Flora Parker DeHaven, both former vaudeville performers. A 1983 newspaper article reported, "Miss DeHaven ... says that her real family name was O'Callahan before her father legally changed his name to DeHaven."

She began her career as a child actor with a bit part in Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times (1936). She was signed to a contract with MGM. She had featured roles in such films as Best Foot Forward (1943), The Thin Man Goes Home (1944), Scene of the Crime (1949) and Summer Stock (1950), and was voted by exhibitors as the third most likely to be a "star of tomorrow'" in 1944.[3] She portrayed her own mother, Flora Parker DeHaven, in the Fred Astaire film Three Little Words (1950).

After a long absence from the screen, DeHaven appeared as the love interest of Jack Lemmon in the comedy Out to Sea (1997), also starring Walter Matthau.

DeHaven's musical talents supplemented her acting abilities. Besides being cast as a singer in many of her films, including I'll Get By, So This Is Paris and The Girl Rush, and performing numbers in many of her movies, DeHaven sang with the bands of Jan Savitt and Bob Crosby and at one time had her own nightclub act. During the early 1960s, DeHaven recorded for the small Seeco label, where she appeared on the 1962 compilation album Gloria Lynne and Her Friends. She was also heard on four of the Revisited compilations produced by Ben Bagley.

DeHaven appeared in the soap operas Ryan's Hope (as Bess Shelby), As the World Turns (as Sara Fuller), and Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman. She was one of the numerous celebrities who appeared in the all-star box office flop, Won Ton Ton, the Dog Who Saved Hollywood (1976), and guest-starred in television series, including Robert Montgomery Presents; Appointment with Adventure (episode entitled "The Snow People"); The Guy Mitchell Show; Johnny Ringo (as Rosemary Blake in "Love Affair"); The Rifleman; Wagon Train; The Lloyd Bridges Show; Flipper; Marcus Welby, M.D.; Gunsmoke; Mannix; The Eddie Capra Mysteries; Fantasy Island; Hart to Hart; The Love Boat; Mama's Family; Highway to Heaven; Murder, She Wrote; and Touched by an Angel. On March 21, 1974, Gloria appeared as a guest on The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson. Later that year, she was cast in the short-lived police drama Nakia.

From January 1969 to February 1971, DeHaven hosted a morning call-in movie show on WABC-TV in New York City. She also appeared on five episodes of Match Game 75 as a guest panelist.

DeHaven's Broadway debut came in 1955. She played Diane in the musical version of Seventh Heaven. She also toured in a summer stock production of No, No, Nanette.

DeHaven was married four times to three men. Her first husband was actor John Payne, star of The Restless Gun, whom she married in 1944 and divorced in 1950. Her second husband was real estate developer Martin Kimmel. They were married in 1953 and divorced the following year. She was married to Richard Fincher, son of a Miami Oldsmobile dealer, from 1957 until 1963. They remarried in 1965 and divorced again in 1969.

She had two children with Payne, daughter Kathleen Hope (born 1945) and son Thomas John (born 1947) as well as two children with Fincher, son Harry (born 1958) and daughter Faith (born 1962).

DeHaven has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6933 Hollywood Blvd.

DeHaven was a staunch Republican and attributed her youthful appearance in later years to an organic diet and faith in prayer.

DeHaven died on July 30, 2016, in Las Vegas of undisclosed causes a week after her 91st birthday while in hospice care after having had a stroke a few months earlier. She was survived by her four children. Her remains were cremated.

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So, I really like writing AUs … so, I’ve barely written anything for Soap/Nanette in the canon world, but I did start writing something for a medieval fantasy au, slightly inspired by Dragon Age (love those games so much).

Anyway, I just wanted to give some context for some art I did of the two!

Knight!Soap and villager!Nanette

[treason-and-plot]

Thursday 7.35 pm

Mia and Isaac are on a double date tonight with Jackie and Milo at ‘Balls to the Wall’, a Bowling Alley-slash-restaurant-slash-entertainment venue that has not long been open in town. It’s a month since Mia and her mother Nanette have returned from Paris, and the first time Mia has been out in public with Isaac. They’ve fucked a few times, but Noah’s death still feels like a heavy rock lodged in her heart, and most nights she would rather just sit on the couch under a blanket and binge-watch her favourite soap operas and reality shows. She has come to realise that one of the reasons she loves her soap operas so much is because their endless nature rarely provides the viewer with any closure. Mia finds this comforting, and very relatable.

Isaac has revealed himself to be an expert bowler.

“Oh my God,” says Jackie, “He’s got another strike!”

Isaac does a little victory dance, while Milo grunts in admiration.

“Yay,” says Mia dully. “Whose turn is it now?” “Milo’s,” says Jackie. Milo climbs to his feet with very little enthusiasm. Isaac asks if they would like him to get them all a drink. Milo says he’ll have a beer. “I’d love a  lemonade,” says Jackie. “Nothing stronger because I’m on call.” “What would you like, Mia?” Isaac asks. “I’ll have a beer too,” says Mia, and then adds as an afterthought, “Thanks.” “He’s a sweetie,” says Jackie after he’s out of earshot.

Mia’s bottom lip juts out.

“Yeah. He doesn’t deserve to die,” she says.

Bowling Alley by @minasavenue

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Post-Mortem - Trinity Ch. 6

And I just realised I never actually posted part 6 on tumblr... so here’s that!

Genre: Casefile | Fandom: The X-Files x The Fall x Sreetcar | Rating:Mature | Setting: Circa 2012. Canon compliant | Chapters: 6/6 of Part 1

Chapter 1 - Perfume || Chapter 2 - Impression || Chapter 3 - Connection Chapter 4 - Delusion  || Chapter 5-  Confrontation

Post-Mortem

I’m not sure how much time has passed since the heavy doors of the morgue sealed me away with only my thoughts for company.  Doubt and reason echo in confusing cacophony around this hollow room. There is always a timelessness to this type of inbetween place; the dead will remain dead no matter what I do, and yet, tonight, I feel feel a sense of urgency, some ticking secret that is running steadily away from me. Something dark.

I was confident when talked my way past the receptionist, dropping DSI Gibson’s name heavily on her objections, but now, alone with the bodies I feel like a stranger. It’s been years since I’ve spent this much time among the dead, since I’ve breathed this formaldehyde air for long enough to become accustomed to the chill, the smell and the quiet. I purposefully distanced myself from law enforcement, conspiracy and all the confusing darkness of the X-Files, but my withdrawal from pathology had been less calculated and so I assumed it would be easier to go back to.

I was wrong. I have made myself at home now in hubbub and humanity of a busy hospital, got used to taking my blood and bleeding with a chance of recovery. I recognise all the markings of the morgue, it is a cordial reunion, but I feel somehow like an outsider in this silent place. It’s almost like I have walked away and returned to a pale facsimile of the real thing, a film-set reality. I shake myself. Maybe the distance is the hangover of my conflict with Gibson. Or maybe it’s the fact that I have only been allowed in as an observer; I can read and I can review but I may not touch, may not open up the bodies and learn their secrets in my own way. These autopsies are complete, test results pending on all but the first victim. All I can do is look on and try to connect someone else’s dots. But it feels like more than just distance, like something is wrong and a foreboding knots tightly with my feeling that we are running out of time. I press back hard at those lingering thoughts, determined to rise above whatever strange mood has gripped me and do my best by these women in the time I have left. After all, it’s hardly the first case where I’ve come in at this stage of an investigation. Bad timing has never before stopped the dead from telling me their stories.

Digging in my purse for a rubber band, I scrape my hair back, shuddering at the cool air on the nape of my neck. I snap on latex gloves from the smallest box, drawing my old self over my uncertainty and force myself into the past. A quick external exam is my only means of corroborating the information I have been given and, if it all matches up, if I can find nothing to support my doubts, I will walk away. My trip to the morgue was born out of frustration, rebellion, and a feeling that I, along with the investigation, am missing something important. Time and fatigue are chipping away at that idea, urged by Stella’s dismissal leaning heavily against my conviction as it teeters on the shaky foundation of Blanche’s testimony. Maybe I should just go home. I can admit that the visit to the hospital has shaken me, made me question things I haven’t questioned in a long time, but I’m beginning to wonder if I wasn’t just looking for something to believe in, trying to play Mulder’s part. Perhaps my feelings about Blanche’s testimony say more about me than they do about her, the old Scully would never have responded so violently to Stella’s scepticism or confronted her in so heated a way over her methods.  It’s been a long day of high hopes and intense conversations coming to an end now in gruesome reality. Even if the truth is lying on these gurneys, it may not be mine to find.

But I am here and so are they.

Four women, dragged from their lives to stand as pawns in the fantasies of a madman and abandoned when their part was played out. They lie, the unmoving points of a compass, that will lead us to their killer if only we can find somewhere to start. If we can just find a pattern, something to make sense of all the scattered clues, to map out a man who could do these things to them. His capture will be some small settlement against the impossible loss we will return to their families, a tarnished silver lining to cloud their remembrance. I know that bitter comfort too well, but there is some release in burying the washed out shell of someone you love and knowing their killer has been stopped. For a family, it’s a sort of closure, firm ground above the storm of grief and the clumsy black tideline of autopsy stitches holding things together. But an arrest alone is not enough for the investigation. Even if we find their killer, will be long buried by the time we are finished fighting. Every shred of evidence, every shadow of motive will be held up to the scrutinizing light of a courtroom, tested by the untrained process of a jury, until the man who wrote this sickening story on the flesh of four women is proven guilty or set free. I shudder at the thought. This is the six-week haul of a predator I have no doubt is only just beginning to feed his urge. Whatever differences DSI Gibson and I may foster, for now I am here. The least I can do in my last few hours in the city is apply my unusual expertise and try to contribute in some way to the people trying to stop him.

I tap the record button on Mulder’s phone and break the graveyard silence as I step up to the first body.

‘Victim is a female Caucasian, identified as Jennie Stokes, 27. No signs of external trauma, no obvious predation, minimal decomposition. Condition of the body is consistent with a relatively short window between time of death and discovery of the body. Autopsy report lists cause of death as heart failure, induced by an unknown external factor; the victim had no preexisting medical condition which would contribute to a natural death by cardiac event. Initial Toxicology could isolate no one agent that may have caused heart failure and further tests are being conducted, results due in the next couple days.’

The story is similar on victim two, Lianne Chang, 22; no obvious trauma, no bizarre anomalies on my sweep of the body, the autopsy report and the tox screen. One evening she stayed behind to lock up her travel agency and 52 hours later she was found dead in Crescent Park by an early morning jogger. Victim three, Miranda Vernay, 44, of Atlanta, Georgia, complicates the pattern. A tourist, an older woman and a new cause of death. Asphyxia with no sign of strangulation, the markers on the body telling a different story but of the same origin: death by way of some as yet unidentified chemical, introduced by some as yet unknown method.

There are too many unknowns, too many questions. I begin to understand what Gibson means when she says there are both clear connections and confusing differences between the victims; their killer is both a man of habit and an adaptable predator. The women before me have little besides their gender in common and yet there is no doubt in my mind that they fell prey to the same man. Even without the flower there are small similarities that link them: they have almost identical stomach contents, a last meal of instant soup and cheap white bread, a strangely homely gesture in the face of their impending deaths; they have been washed with the same brand of household soap, their hair with the same cheap imported shampoo; and the crime scene photographs show them laid out in a grim approximation of sleep, hands at their sides, flowers blooming between airless lips.

I turn to the most recent victim, Nanette Arnaud, 24, college senior and freshly autopsied. Somehow she is more alive to me than the other three. She is exactly as Blanche DuBois described her, petite and pretty, nutmeg brown skin warm against the steel of the table. She has a small mole on her cheek, not far from where my own lingers persistently under the makeup I use to cover it. That seems such a petty vanity now, in the presence of a young woman whose entire potential has been wiped away in an act of senseless violence, everything she was now reduced to lines of data in a casefile and the memories of those who knew her. I examine her gently, praying for inspiration and find nothing. No signs of external trauma, no answers traced in the lines of her palms or the short hairs behind her ears.

I wanted so badly to find something here, no matter how slight the chances were that my old habits would find something a practicing pathologist has missed. The last 24 hours seem now to have been an exercise in great expectation and dull reality. At every turn I believed I could be of assistance, could make a difference, and at every stage I have found myself lacking. It’s hardly the escape I was hoping for, so I discard my rose-tinted glasses along with my gloves and gather myself to leave. The chill weight of my watch at my wrist tells me it’s coming up on 4am, that I’ve gone 26 hours without sleep and that there’s a flight to take home just three hours away. I let the call of the familiar drag me to the door. Even Mulder’s silence will be less oppressive than the unyielding vacuum of this room.

And then I smell it. Faint and utterly foreign.

I stall and it passes, just one more trick of the mind I suppose. Until it is there again, jasmine blossoming impossibly in the cloyingly cold air and beckoning me back across the room. It grows with every step until I stand once again over Nanette Arnaud, my shadow adding depth to the deep contours of her body under its crisp white sheet. The scent grows, becoming almost unbearable when I uncover her and for a horrid flash I smell other things: decay and blood and stale sheets and then nothing. There is still nothing here.

I walk a lap of the gurney to calm myself, struggling to rationalise away what I have just experienced. Every textbook in my past tells me that the phantom smell is some strange manifestation of my exhaustion, that a tired mind is a suggestible one and that my nose is hardly my most reliable sense. I have seen, heard and touched every piece of evidence available to me and found nothing helpful. At the end of the day, that has to be my cut-off point. I am a scientist, a medical doctor, and I can’t allow my unexpected personal entanglement with a witness to alter my point of view. Regretfully, I reach over to straighten the toe tag that ties together the body and its identity. As I grasp the cool cardboard a shiver runs over me and I jerk away, loosening the tag and tugging the toes slightly apart, cursing my overactive imagination and the resulting clumsiness.

And that’s when I see it.

I blink hard, sure that I’m seeing spots but it doesn’t move. I turn away, shakily find a fresh pair of gloves and return to my standpoint. It’s still there. A tiny dot, almost invisible and right where the toe tag would have been looped since the moment she was matched to her missing person’s report. I pull myself together enough to find a magnifying lens and stare blankly at what is quite possibly an injection site, Nestled deep between the valley of her toes it blends into the texture of her skin, little larger than a hair follicle and only a shade darker. It would have been easy to miss, the search for needle marks generally focusing on more accessible places especially as this forensic team hadn’t even been sure they were looking for an injection site; the lack of direction from the toxicologist had left them with a lot of ground to cover, endless tissue to search. If it hadn’t been for the strange perfume, for that unexpected shudder accidentally disturbing the toes I would never have seen it.

I cross to the body of Miranda Vernay and bend to examine her feet. There it is again, muddied by the smudge of fake tan gathered in the cleft between her pinkie and her next toe is a tiny prick mark. A dressmaker’s pin, Blanche called it, striking again in the shadow of one of Jennie Stokes’ freckles and in the partial syndactyly of Lianne Chang’s second and third toes. These are the marks of a fine needle in a practiced hand, no pressure from an overzealous application has added bruising to the tiny wounds that our killer has hidden as completely as possible.

If he is this thorough in his delivery of his killing stroke then it stands to reason that he would be as careful in his choice of weapon. I photograph my findings, and start to mentally catalogue drugs that would leave no trace on a standard tox screen, intravenous drugs that could trigger the sort of catastrophic reactions that ended these women’s lives. The list is surprisingly short and I scribble down my ideas on a fresh page of my notebook, hopelessness fading through the paper as I realise this strange string of events could give the toxicology lab a new focus, a place to narrow their search…. I can’t wait to tell Mu-

No. This is not the X-Files and Mulder doesn’t even know I’m here. The call I have to make will be devoid of shared excitement, possibly even confrontational. That’s assuming Stella Gibson even picks up.

Stella tosses her phone on the side table with more force than necessary, taking small satisfaction in the snick of a sleek corner denting on the hardwood top. It’s gone 4am and she can’t sleep, the last phone call just one more waste of time to finish a day of running hard at dead ends.

The agent on the phone sounded as though he would rather be sticking his head in a bear’s cave than be making the call, and Stella gave as good as she got, cursing herself as much for not making it clear she wasn’t to be disturbed as she did the field office  for disturbing her.

Blanche DuBois had had another dream; the story relayed via a harried doctor who said that his patient had to be sedated and had been screaming Gibson and Scully’s names amongst other, less logical things. He sounded as tired in the recorded message as Stella felt, that bone deep weariness that dulls every positive energy and sharpens every flaw. She tells the agent not to bother the people searching through Jane Does with this new description, as there will be plenty more promising wild geese to chase in this investigation, and then hangs up without pleasantry.

The agent’s sullen reticence concerns her and she decides that she’ll take in donuts in the morning to sweeten the sour taste of her presence in the field office; as the outsider she can't afford to be thoroughly disliked, though she hates the half-hearted platitudes that seem to carry weight in law enforcement this side of the Atlantic. Back in the UK the sound of her heels outside a conference room is enough to command a hush and nobody mistakes the silky fabric of her shirts for softness or worse, an invitation for flirtation. She worked for that respect, refusing to become one of the boys but demanding they make space for her in their clubhouse. Stella is satisfied that ripples of her reputation preceded her arrival in New Orleans, curtailing the most obnoxious misogyny and the laziest would-be suitors, but there is a long way to go before these men, and still they are mostly men, will afford her the respect they give her male FBI equivalent.

She sighs. The Blanche DuBois thing has not helped matters. Something in her gut told her there was something there, that maybe a relative or an ex-boyfriend was sending Miss Blanche sick love notes with the descriptions of dead girls in them. That would have explained the dreams, given her a starting point, but instead of leaping forward she’d taken two huge steps back; firstly in the destruction of her theory, and secondly in the gossip that will no doubt follow her back to the field office due to the hasty involvement and equally hasty dismissal of the former X-Files department.

Stella rolls on to her back with a guttural sigh. For a few hours, working with Dana Scully had been refreshing. The woman was smart, successful and the kind of person Stella would drink with after a case if it weren’t for the fact that she were also completely delusional. There are all kinds of liars in the world, from the truly malignant sociopath to the bashfully guilty child. Blanche DuBois is on that spectrum, somewhere between macabre imagining and being deeply, pathologically disturbed, but somehow she got into Scully’s head. There was no mistaking the light of belief in the woman’s eyes and though she’d remained rational in her questioning, Stella had known from her history that her objectivity had likely been compromised.

Scully’s reaction to the photograph test had been a testament to that. Yes, it had been hard on Blanche but as far as Stella was concerned the woman was under suspicion of withholding information and any tactic was fair game as long as it was legal. Some small voice in the back of her head starts to whisper that Blanche is not linked to the crimes by any more than coincidental dreams but she hushes it, squeezing her eyes closed and trying to find a quiet thought that will let her sleep.

Her phone starts to buzz again on the bedside table and she slaps at it angrily, silencing the ringer and pushing it off the table and onto the carpet. She’ll deal with whoever it is tomorrow. The FBI have her room phone number if it’s a real emergency and if she doesn’t get some rest her brain is going to short circuit. She closes her eyes and wills herself to sleep.

Thirty minutes later Stella’s eyes snap open, flashing ice blue frustration at the incessant working of her mind.The endless loop of information plays over a soundtrack of Blanche DuBois’ stories, hot surges of anger, disappointment and the bitter understanding in Dana Scully’s eyes when Stella dismissed her. She is no closer to sleep than she is to the killer, but that doesn’t mean she can’t work off some of the stress and frustration. The hotel pool will open in less than an hour and until then there are soft sheets and satin pajamas…

Sliding one hand into her pajama bottoms, Stella sighs. She’s too tired to be really aroused but she knows that with five minutes of long-perfected pressure she can rely on her nerve endings to burn off at least some of her tension. Usually she’d take the time to unfasten the tiny buttons along her breastbone, to tease herself through the satin, under the satin, reminding herself of those years in her teenage bedroom when she learned her body so well that by the time she shared it with another she could lecture him on exactly when, where, and how long to touch her. But tonight she has no energy for self-seduction, only the basest need for release and despite a standing start she knows that two fingers and a circling thumb will take her where she wants to go.

Her rhythm is steady, unhurried as the tick of the wall clock and right on schedule she starts to collect sparks in her spine and her toes. She arches into the sensation, breath coming harder now and pulse joining the race to her climax when it all falls apart with the peals of the desk telephone.

‘Fuck!’ She snaps her hand away and throws her head back in a bitter approximation of her scuppered orgasm before storming off the bed and over to the desk.

‘Gibson,’ is her curt warning as she listens, stony faced to AD Gilmore’s update.

‘SHIT!’ When she finally hangs up a steady chant of panic and impossibility chases the adrenaline through her body. Retrieving her mobile from the floor she sees three missed calls and as many voice messages from Dana Scully, and her stomach drops at the conversation she’s about to have, at the impossibility of what she’s being asked to do and the implications of this latest development.

Stella straightens her pajamas and stands tall, shoulders back in some approximation of composure as she hits dial, wondering for three endless rings if Dr. Scully will even answer when a voice cuts through the noise, frosty politeness on a cold wind of resentment.

‘I wasn’t expecting to hear from you DSI Gibson,’ is Scully’s only greeting, the rancour in her tone adding all the detailed displeasure that her words leave unspoken. Stella flinches slightly, unsurprised but still chilled by the difference between this voice and the one she’d first encountered. But, with the phone call to mask her physical agitation, all Stella has to do is find some formal non-apology for her recent inaccessibility and make her request; the past is passed and this is hardly the first time she’s had to handle a specialist’s ire.

‘Dr. Scully. I… We’ve had a busy night, hence my delay in contacting you and picking up your earlier messages...’

Silence.

‘It seems we’re not the only ones not sleeping. We have another body. And…,’ she hesitates, as if time will make what she’s about to say less implausible, the silence thickening in the coils of the phoneline. ‘It seems that Blanche DuBois somehow witnessed the death. From her room. As it happened.’

A slow exhale is Scully’s only response though Stella feels her animosity start to ebb away in its wake. There is a long pause as they both try to figure out what this means, what this says about their beliefs and reservations. After an eternity Scully speaks.

‘I’m at the airport. And I found something.’

Stella nods. Of course the infamous Dr. Scully would not have just walked away when told to, and thank god. It seems perhaps her particular brand of delusion might be exactly what Stella needs. Scanning the room for her dry cleaning, she mentally adds a quick shower and the journey time.

‘I’ll be there in 40 minutes.’

It’s more brutal this time and she comes to with the gasp of those waking moments when you’re falling with lungs screaming for air and terror caught in your teeth. Dim light bleeds through her eyelids washing with it that sickly sweet perfume. Where she used to smell jasmine there is now only fear. The scent of death.

Five previous trips to this killing room should leave the outcome beyond a doubt, and yet hope sends her heartbeat and breath into a ragged, desperate race for some alternative ending. The sharp pain strikes, an accompanying pressure restraining her ankle as she tries to escape the needle and the wave of heaviness that chases it up her body.

She fights the stillness, fights the inevitable and thrashes against the hard surface she is lying on. Seconds pass as hours before she manages to drop one leg over the edge and starts a reaction which gravity amplifies, a slow, desperate slither towards the ground and a flicker of hope punching through. This has never happened before.

But then there are hands, dragging her back and the heaviness is not just in her blood but on top of her. Crackling plastic sticks to her sweat slick skin as the man who hides in the shadows holds her down. One last, despairing struggle runs through her, but he has tamed her movement, extinguished her hope. There is a triangle of light creeping past the edge of the displaced blindfold but she closes her eyes. She does not want the last thing she ever sees to be the man who killed her.

She counts her heartbeats and remembers instead: a diamond ring on a white tablecloth, summers on the bayou, smiling, laughing, dancing….

Then nothing.

Blanche DuBois looks down on the girl in whose mind she has just watched wedding plans, lazy Sundays and dancing in the rain. How dull she looks in this place after the vibrant shades of her memory and yet still she is pure light compared to the crouched shadow of a man who hovers over her still, waiting to be sure that this time his prize will not try to escape.

‘You bastard’, Blanche mutters, surprised to find that her voice works, but nowhere near as surprised as the man beneath her whose head snaps upwards, pale eyes searching for the source of the sound invading his most secret place.

For the first time his face is not shrouded in shadow and as light floods the cruel lines of his face Blanche shrinks away, wishing more than ever that she were anywhere but this small, deadly room. She presses her eyes shut and screams and screams. She doesn’t stop screaming when she feels warm hands shaking her gently or when someone peels one eyelid back to show the blurry, concerned face of her doctor. She doesn’t stop screaming until she feels again the sharp scrape of a needle and then a welcoming, warm nothingness carries her away from everything.

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2018 a Year in Review

Hey Adventurers! Every year on social media I devour lists of list of lists all the good, bad, sweet and terrible things that happened through the year. The more pictures, tweets and ideas the better. I don’t have a whole lot to talk about to review this year so this is gonna be a two part blog. Today we’re gonna talk about things that happened and Tuesday I’m going to post a special blog of the things that I’m hoping to do in 2019.

I think I’ve talked about it here. I don’t really hold to new years resolutions. I think the process is a bit silly and it doesn’t really talk about goals, it more talks about all of the things you hate about yourself. and I’m super not ok with that. I’ll be starting the Love Your Life in 30 Days workbook from Mike Dooley. You can find the book anywhere, I have it on my kindle and I try to do it in the first 90 days of the year to give me perspective and help me to see what I’m doing and where I want to go. Last year I didn’t get super far, but I’ll be updating progress on Instagram and thanks to integration you’ll be able to follow it on Twitter and Facebook as well. I’m usually pretty good at starting so hopefully with your help I’ll get through all 30 days no problem.

Without Further Ado…

I made goals this year to work on my health, emotional well being and saying no.

I improved my boundaries. I learned to say no more often and especially when it’s in my best interest. I’m not perfect at it, but as someone who’s recovering from saying yes ALL the time, no was a pretty big deal to begin with.

It took a while, but I finally called financial aid and was able to get help affording my health care costs. I saw doctors for help with all kinds of things including my hips, weight loss, my tonsils, and the constant nausea.

I lost 10 lbs. Which is a freaking miracle. The number isn’t a big deal to me. I’m more excited that it’s 10 lbs less on my hips and what is hopefully at least a little more time to a hip replacement.

I started journaling. First using a bullet journal adjacent to my planner and then with the Journey app I purchased for my ChromeBook. I’m a huge fan of journaling. I talk to people about it all the time and I’ve been using it a lot as a tool to really kinda pull my shit together and bring things to focus. Sure they’ll exist forever and whatever, but this is more for me as a tool to be a better me now.

I took a risk at work and it paid off

When I found myself tasked with the responsibilities of someone in a Senior role, I didn’t wait around to find out when I would be made a senior tester, I took the initiative to learn what I needed to do for that role and then make it happen.

I also had an opportunity to step into a new department and take on a whole new standard of testing. This is must more strict, but also way more fun. It’s a huge risk, but hopefully it pays off in the long run with a great experience and a fantastic learning opportunity.

I met someone.

I’m not gonna go into details, for many reasons it didn’t work out. But finding people in your life that really meet you and see you for who you are is such an incredible and life altering experience that I’m grateful for every second of that seriously unique experience. I may talk about it someday, but for now I’m gonna keep it as mine.

Meeting someone who makes you feel like you’re made of magic is such a huge thing, but it seriously opened my eyes to a lot of the things that I’d been missing around me and allowed for a huge piece of closure for me. I talked about it a bit here. I’m incredibly lucky that my ex and I worked on our friendship and I feel so wonderfully blessed that his girlfriend has become a friend. They’re wonderful people together and I’m so excited to watch them grow.

I have some amazing friends

Work friends are weird. You meet because you’re all in the same place and then somehow you’re all friends based on almost no feature, just the nature that you’re friends now. Some of those friends have become regular parts of my day, regardless of what department I’m in or what I’m doing I make a point to talk with them. Laugh with them and try new things they recommend. We share videos, details of our lives outside of work and are people in a way that you can only be people with real friends. I’m super lucky that they wanted to talk and that we all still get along even when my world is crazy.

I also had the amazing opportunity to re-connect with one of my favorite people. I’m super grateful for her and for the joy she’s brought back to my life and I’m beyond excited to see what amazing things come for her in the new year.

One of my favorite people started her next chapter by moving to Oakland this year. I’m super excited for her and all of her adventures, but I super miss her.

I started streaming

Twitch is a whole new world, but it’s been really exciting to get started and really see the community from the inside. I’ve been wanting to do a lot of creative things and streaming on Twitch was one way to really get started with some of those things.

I also relaunched skaBunny Makes! This was a big deal. I had to close down the site in February because I was out of funds and creative energy to really work on it. After helping other people really work on reaching for their dreams and watching them go for it regardless of consequences I decided to leap and start again. I’m still rusty, but I’ve been pretty empowered to keep going and I’m loving the opportunity to talk about things that are going on and stuff I think is super important.I have a lot of stories to tell and I”m hoping to do more of that here.

I edited a book of poetry. I’m really proud of the poet who took their opportunity to tell their story on their terms. I may not have always been happy with them, but I’m super proud of all the work they did to complete the book.

Intersectional Feminism came into my life this year

I’ve always been a feminist, but this year I really started critically thinking about the world around me. It’s made it hard to really love certain things that I did love, but also it’s opened my eyes to just how blind I’ve been to my own prejudice and the ideas I learned back in the day. I am a huge believer in challenging my assumptions. This year I put my money where my mouth was and started learning instead of just talking. I’m hoping to bring some of these lessons and stories to you over the next year, but we’ll see. I have a lot more to learn.

I also stepped outside of my comfort zone at some point this year and started reading new authors I hadn’t experienced before. The new perspectives were enlightening and I found that the new stories really re-ignited my passion for storytelling and for listening. I’d become very good at talking over the last few years, so this year I really tried to listen more than I spoke. It’s something I’m gonna have to keep working on. But it’s a process I’m not going to stop.

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse - I didn’t get to see many movies this year minus the fact that I had movie pass, but I did get to see the new Spider-Man animated movie which was a beautiful, smart, brilliant movie about a biracial Spider-Man who’s father is a police officer and his mother is a nurse. It’s a brilliant story, but beyond that there are several moments that just kinda punch you in the stomach. I was told I’d cry a lot and I did. Linda Holmes from NPR picked the conversation between Mile’s father and the locked bedroom door as her moment, and it’s a good one. Mine might have been the one a few minutes before. I can’t give up all the details, but I keep thinking about it. I highly recommend the movie.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s 2017 book “Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions” - I found this book while looking up stories I hadn’t read before. It’s a bright take on raising children to be feminists. Adichie a Nigerian novelist and writer of the essay “We Should All Be Feminists“ makes some incredible points about how we raise children and what is beneficial to raise socially aware, strong, intelligent children. It’s a great read and her TED Talk is fantastic if you’re looking for something like that.

Killing Eve - OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG. This show. I had to start off slowly, but the last few episodes I couldn’t stop. Sandra Oh's Eve was a brilliant balance to Jodie Comer’s Villanelle. Both dark, both completely honest about who they are, both strong amazing women. I was so blown away by the power of these incredible women. The supporting cast was brilliant, I am still kinda in shock from the end. I can’t spoil anything, you should watch it.

Timeless - Ok, so the show is basically a soap opera with time travel, but they meet some amazing people and I really loved every second of this silly show. I have the two hour ending to finish, but I’m still not ready to be done with this silly show.

The Marvelous Mrs Maisel - Brilliant show from the creators of Gilmore Girls. I love it more, I think it’s hilarious and amazing and so much fun to watch. I feel like there could definitely be more representation, but it’s still charming and I still can’t wait to finish it.

Cartoons of 2018 don’t need their own individual sections. I’m still super in love with Steven Universe, Star Vs the Forces of Evil, Gravity Falls, Bob’s Burgers, Super Monsters, Young Justice, She-Ra and Hilda. They’re all worth a watch and a lot of fun.

Hannah Gadsby’s Nanette - I can’t talk about this enough. You need to see it. You can watch it on Netflix. It’s powerful, brilliant and so very smart. It’s a story, it’s a comedy, it’s a whole lota truth. Watch it and then read this Wired piece. I can’t even tell you all the feelings and ideas and discussions that were started because of this piece. She’s amazing and I am so delighted we share a name.

The 13th Doctor - I haven’t had a chance to start watching the episodes, but knowing that the Doctor is a woman and that she’s off having adventures and kicking ass makes me so incredibly happy and the clips I’ve seen are brilliant.

DC Universe Titans - This was an unexpected addition to my life. I’ve never been a big DC comics fan. I have a lot of feelings regarding how they handle lots of things, but this show started and I was able to watch with someone who’s a huge fan and it has been a trip. Another dark and serious show, but it’s been really interesting and very good. I’m really interested to see what happens next. I’m also super excited for the launch of the new Titans comics in June with art by Gabriel Picolo .

So that’s 2018. Lot’s of things made better by experiences, some sad moments, lots of happy ones. So much more going on and so many more adventures to have. I’ll be back on Tuesday with goals and plans for 2019.

XoxO Adventurers!

Hh G

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Talofaaaaaa! For the Ask about your OC. I would like to ask Mrs. MacTavish (Nanette).

How was your wedding day? Was it nice? Is it a BIG wedding or a SMALL wedding? Who planned it? Who’s your maid of honor and who’s Soap’s best man?

Sorry. I just find it REALLY cute of you marrying that silly Scottish man!🥰❤️

Nanette looks up from kneading the dough in her hands, a few spots of flour clinging to her chin and forehead from where she'd tried to shift strands of hair from her features. She offers a wide welcoming smile to you, as she pauses in her motions.

"My wedding day? Oh, I haven't thought about that in a long time- not sure I remember some of it, either," she says the latter part under her breath, a little embarrassed from the chaotic memories of the after-party.

"I'm not sure, it wasn't big big, I don't have a big family after all, I think most of the invitations went out on John's side of the family- they're all characters, honestly, I'd never known a family like it." She chuckled, fondly, "I think it was one of the best days of my life, he looked so handsome, pretty sure he was crying as my Dad walked me up the aisle, he's such a softie, really."

A beat, there's a solemn look to her.

"His best man was Simon, kind of... kept him in check with some of the decisions, that man is a saint. He'll not want you to know it, though, so pretend I didn't sing his praises. He has a reputation to uphold, after all," she rolls her eyes, but it's mirthful.

"As for me? There was no doubt who was going to be my Maid of Honour. Lesley MacTavish." Nanette smiles, softly, "between myself, John and Lesley, with some input from John's team while he was away on missions, the planning for the wedding was a group effort. I don't think I could have done it alone."

Another pause from the woman and when she steadies her gaze on you this time, there seems to be a little more water clouding them than had been before, "I don't know what I'll do without him, actually, he was always so meticulous with planning. You might think he was impulsive but... truth is, he always thought ahead."

She shakes away whatever feeling was clinging to her, "he'd figured out which church we were going to get married in, to the venue of the after-party - he even co-ordinated all the groomsmen wearing Kilts. Should have seen their faces."

She slowly returns to kneading the dough, "would you like to stay for tea? I have stew on the stove and I'm about to bake dessert, it'll be nice for some company. Lilidh likes a new face every now and again, too, so go say hi!"