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Madi Teeuws (Madison Teeuws) - 📷 Kent Avery , Stylist Tawni Nicole + CO

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Star Trek a.k.a. GAAAAAAYYYS IN SPAAAAAAAACE.

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Star Trek: Lower Decks: The New Next Generation & Season 5 - TV Review

TL;DR – I am sad that our time with Lower Decks is over. However, I am glad that it went out on such a high note. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.5 out of 5. Disclosure – I paid for the Paramount+ streaming service that viewed this episode.  The USS Cerritos Star Trek: Lower Decks Review – One of the many wild swings this new era of Star Trek undertook was jumping back into the animated world with a show…

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Yellowjackets (2021- ) tv series

-(finished) watchin' Season 2- 4/22/2024- 3 [1/2] stars- on Showtime

96% Rotten Tomatoes

JACKIESHAUNA AT DOOMCOMING

[girlsbestcopulation25]

This handsome black stud is with ankle brace and stud enjoys in huge busty black women's.

After the first hour passed Lucy was really kicking herself for using so many ice cubes.

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*          𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒     𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃          :          hiiii  :3  spare  mws  please?

haiiiiiiiiii  x3  already spared  twice  in  these  posts  here  and  here  ( feel free to peruse the whole tag, this post included in fact and please mind any repeats 🫶 ) but  worry  not!  i  shall  as  i'd  live  love  laff  to  complete  the  triology  and place cap on mw asks so  here  we  gaur!    —   sasha  lane,  jack  mulhern,  simone  ashley,    ayo  edebiri,  jessica  sula,  kaylee  bryant,  liv  hewson,  courtney  eaton,  ncuti gatwa, cailee  spaeny,  camille  hyde,  jennie  kim,  toby  wallace,  natasha  liu  bordizzo,  inde  navarette,  nicole  wallace,  grace  van  patten,  molly gordon, daniel  ezra,  yara  shahidi,  sophie  thatcher,  jharrel  jerome,  spencer  house,  barbie  ferreira,  tawny  cypress,  sophia  ali,  rain  spencer,  lee  know,  myha'la  herrold,  summer  madison,  maia  mitchell,  kiana  madeira,  haley lu richardson, vanessa  morgan,  fiona  palomo,  mason  gooding,  jordan  alexander,  chay  suede,  lauren  ambrose,  madeleine  madden,  choi  yeonjun, kedar williams-stirling, antonia  gentry,  ciara  bravo,  mark mckenna, sophia wilde, quintessa swindell, charlie  heaton,  brigette  lundy-paine,  natalia dyer, aimee  lou  wood,  emily  rudd, alice  pagani,  odessa young, eduardo  franco,  melanie  lynskey,  victoria moroles, carlacia  grant,  josh o'connor, brianna hildebrand, zoe terakes, samantha  logan,  asa butterfield, lovie simone,  hari nef, hafsanur  sancaktutan,  charithra  chandran,  owen teague, jessica  alexander,  mia  healy,  felix  mallard, sophie  nelisse,  roberta  colindrez,  sofia  boutella,  toby  wallace,  priscilla  quintana,  lorenzo  zurzolo,  nat  &  alex  wolff,  christopher  briney,  kaia  gerber,  nathalie  emmanuel,  odessa  azion,  raymond  ablack,  rebecca  ablack,  aimee  carrero, henry zaga,  erana  james,  jeremy  allen  white,  chante  adams,  park  jihyo,  kelvin  harrison  jr.,  golshifteh  farahani,  raveena  aurora,  alba  baptista,  kathryn  newton,  olivia  scott  welch,  jan  luis  castellanos,  mike  faist,  dacre  montgomery,  halle & chloe bailey, eli  brown,  reina  hardesty,  jonathan  daviss,  lee  felix,  kelly  mccormack,  greta  onieogou,  peter  gadiot,  alisha  boe,  madison  bailey,  kristine  froseth,  michael  evans  behling,  nicole  maines,  kim  dahyun,  son  chaeyong,  lana  condor,  cierra  ramirez,  jacob  anderson,  hwang  hyunjin,  lauren  tsai,  sean  berdy,  kevin  alves,  brittany  o'grady,  taylor  zakhar  perez,  diego  calva,  sarah  pidgeon,  rachel  sennott,  camila  queiroz,  maika  monroe,  keke  palmer,  simone  kessell,  julia  rehwald,  ryan  destiny,  belmont  cameli,  lalisa  manoban,  thomas  doherty &  lili  reinhart  !

[dear-indies]

Hi Cat and Mouse! I was wondering if you could help me brainstorm some POC who are in the same (or similar)… genre of person as people like Steve Buscemi, Danny Devito, and Jennifer Coolidge? Age is just 35+! Resources would be preferred, but I know even these three don’t have many, so I totally understand if you can’t find any! In any case, thank you guys so so much!

Shohreh Aghdashloo (1952) Iranian.

Sheryl Lee Ralph (1956) African-American and Afro-Jamaican [including Cameroonian].

Giancarlo Esposito (1958) African-American / Italian.

Michelle Yeoh (1962) Chinese Malaysian.

Andre Braugher (1962) African-American.

Ming-Na Wen (1963) Macanese, Chinese, Malaysian.

Salma Hayek (1966) Lebanese / Mexican [Spanish, possibly other].

Lucy Liu (1968) Chinese.

Reno Wilson (1969) African-American.

Queen Latifah (1970) African-American - hasn't chosen to label her sexuality publicly but is openly dating a woman.

Don Lee (1971) Korean.

Sandra Oh (1971) Korean.

Laverne Cox (1972) African-American - is trans.

Gabrielle Union (1972) African-American.

Taika Waititi (1975) Māori, as well as distant British Isles, possibly French-Canadian / Irish, English, Scottish, Northern Irish, one quarter Ashkenazi Jewish.

Sara Ramirez (1975) Mexican, Irish - is non-binary (they/them).

Tawny Cypress (1976) African-American, Accawmacke / German, Hungarian - is queer.

Kim Joo-ryoung (1976) Korean.

Karthi (1977) Tamil Indian.

Michelle Buteau (1977) Haitian [African, some Lebanese] / French, Jamaican [African, Indian, possibly other].

Kumail Nanjiani (1978) Sindhi Pakistani.

Gong Yoo (1979) Korean.

Conrad Ricamora (1979) Filipino / German, English, Irish, Scottish, French-Canadian - is gay.

William Jackson Harper (1980) African-American.

Rami Malek (1981) Egyptian, 12.5% Greek.

Jana Schmieding (1981) Miniconjou Lakota Sioux, Sicangu Oyate Lakota Sioux.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani, Indian [Muhajir Bhojpuri].

Brian Michael Smith (1983) African-American - is a trans man.

Wakeema Hollis (1984) African-American.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian.

Da'Vine Joy Randolph (1986) African-American.

Nicole Byer (1986) African-American - "doesn't identify as straight" but is uncomfortable with labels.

Here you go anon!

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alice  cullen  from  twilight saga   portrayed  by  lalisa  manoban

rosalie  hale  from  twilight  saga   portrayed  by  bae  joohyun

TELEVISION MUSES

blossom  utonium  from  powerpuff  girls   portrayed  by  park  sooyoung

bubbles  utonium  from  powerpuff  girls   portrayed  by  minatozaki  sana

buttercup  utonium  from  powerpuff  girls   portrayed  by  jung  hoyeon

cat  valentine  from  victorious   portrayed  by  park  chaeyoung

dani  santiago  from  glee   portrayed  by  demi  lovato   homosexual

katherine  pierce  from  the  vampire  diaries   portrayed  by  hande  erçel   exclusive  elena  @greedaeye

wednesday  addams  from  wednesday   portrayed  by  jenna  ortega asexual

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beatrice  fox  from  red  white  and  royal  blue   portrayed  by  ellie  bamber

heather  mcnamara  from  heathers  the  musical   portrayed  by  kim  jennie   modernized

june  claremont  diaz  from  red  white  and  royal  blue   portrayed  by  selena  gomez

DISNEY / DISNEY CHANNEL MUSES

alexandra margarita  russo   from  wizards  of  waverly  place   portrayed  by  selena  gomez

charlote  la  bouff  from  princess  and  the  frog   portrayed  by  dove  cameron

evie  grimhilde   from  descendants  trilogy   portrayed  by  sofia  carson

macy  misa   from  jonas   portrayed  by  nicole  anderson

madison  rooney   from  liv  and  maddie   portrayed  by  dove  cameron

mal  from descendants trilogy  portrayed by dove cameron

mitchie torres  from camp rock  portrayed by demi lovato they/them/she/her

olivia  rooney   from  liv  and  maddie   portrayed  by  dove  cameron

rosalinda  maria  montoya  fiore   from  princess  protection  program   portrayed  by  demi  lovato now on @qveenr0sie

tawni  hart   from  sonny  with  a  chance   portrayed  by  sydney  sweeney

tinkerbell  from  peter  pan   portrayed  by  sabrina  carpenter   modernized

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Hello helpers! I was hoping you could suggest some possible family members for Jasmin Savoy Brown? I'm thinking Tawny Cypress for the mother bc of yellow jackets, but open to alternatives. I'm also looking for a father, a brother (older or younger), and some sisters (older and younger, particularly one around 21). Thanks!

unfortunately, i don't think tawny could work because she's accawmacke native american while jasmin isn't but i think some good alternatives could be gabrielle union (50), nicole kidman (55), laura dern (56), regina king (52), melora hardin (55), viola davis (57), regina hall (52) or courteney cox (58).

for a father, i could see morris chestnut (54), johnny knoxville (51), andre braugher (60), josh brolin (55), jon hamm (51), henry simmons (52), ethan hawke (52), don cheadle (58), jason bateman (54), matthew mcconaughey (53) or will smith (54) working.

for a brother, i could see archie madekwe (28), rege jean page (33), mason gooding (26), jacob artist (30), michael evans behling (27) or keiynan lonsdale (31) working.

for sister, i would suggest logan browning (33), whitney peak (20), madison bailey (24), sofia bryant (23), jasmine sanders (31), aisha dee (29), madison pettis (24), ashley moore (29) or daniella perkins (22).

i hope these help you out!

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Madi Teeuws (Madison Teeuws) - 📷 Kent Avery , Stylist Tawni Nicole + CO

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PIXILLATED, pt 02

by me, maybe under the pen name Caesar Train Magenta, idk

CONTENT WARNINGS: fetishization of busty women, a trans woman having to be closeted, organized crime.

Chapter One: Adulting

Bobbi was very gay. She’d never thought of herself that way, though it was an obvious enough thing to believe. A homophobe would compare her assigned gender to her interest in dressing lady-like and have some choice slurs. But she only came to think of herself as more woman than crossdresser within the last few years—well past the bloom of her youth—in response to the increased visibility of transgender women in popular culture. And what is a woman who loves only women? Gay, Bobbi.

And so she realized this one day as she got up for work, trading the feminine undergarments she slept in for closeted manly drag. She wasn’t feeling great about having to look in the mirror to shave, and took a moment to breathe in the presence of womanhood. There she was, still in a grog of dream sauce, wobbling on pink-socked feet beneath a giant poster of Dolly Parton that spanned from the wall above her bathroom door onto the ceiling, looking down like God from the Sistine Chapel. She could almost feel Dolly’s peroxide blonde tresses falling around her face as they sweetly kissed, big breasts pressed between them, and thought that she’d gladly marry that lady, even in her very advanced age. It was a love inspired by the physical, but transcending it.  Bobbi was certain of that.

But it was one of many gay little fantasies, several of which were depicted in posters around her room—Elvira, Tawny Kitaen, Julie Strain, Shannon Tweed, Anna Nicole Smith, and a coterie of less famous womanly women. The dream girls were left behind as she trudged into the bathroom to get Roberted enough for banking.

The mirror was not Bobbi’s friend in the morning. Early fifties, thick and thin in the ways typical of old men, chin a bit too strong, forehead a bit too tall, some deep lines coming in. But the true wrinkles and loose skin of old age hadn’t set in, and the hair she had was thick and curly. That was one blessing from nature—the wild mess of her hair in the morning resembled the teased-out mops of her favorite ’80s and ’90s ladies. But it had to be tamed into a sleazy-looking ponytail for work, with copious product. Soon she would look like a ginger Steven Seagal.

Bobbi’s condo was a tiny thing in downtown Villa Coneja, California. The town was dull, flat, and semi-rural, but for a strip of six to twelve story modern buildings in the middle, like something out of Ohio. Her condo was in the third tallest building in town, a one bedroom which she treated like a studio with a very large walk-in closet. She stepped out in Robert mode, only one block from the bank where she worked in the second tallest building in town. The nearest structures gleamed blue, black, white, and mirrored in the early morning shadows, and planter flowers hanging from street lamps buzzed with fat insects.

“Morning, Robert.”

“Howdy, Bob.”

Familiar people dogged her all the way to her little office on the seventh floor. Accept your identity, be whoever makes us the most comfortable. She closed the office door and rubbed her face. Just eight and a half hours to go.

A rap at the door and it opened, not waiting for a response. It was Steve. “Bagels and donuts at the meeting, big guy. You ready for this?”

“Don’t be a morning person, Steve. Nobody likes that.”

The younger man laughed as he walked away, firing finger guns through the tinted window beside Bobbi’s door. There was a ceiling to floor Venetian blind there and she deployed it, with a burst of dust.

But he had her. She’d forgotten about the meeting, and it was time. It’s not like she had to do a presentation or be a center of attention at this meeting. It was just jaw-grindingly dull. She felt like ripping up paper or kicking holes in the table with her knee, but had to resist.

Time is the enemy. Life is poured from one cup into another and back again, losing a drop here and a drop there until nothing is left. Bobbi got older as the day progressed. What are we doing to make up for these quarterly shortfalls? What have you done for Harvest Bounty Bank lately? How is your agenda today going to contribute to corporate profitability and your job security tomorrow?

She had paperwork to do until well after noon, just processing the business she’d already initiated, not doing anything new to push those profits, and she felt like the boss was looking over her shoulder about it. But she recognized it was just a feeling. Running a bank of any size was a license to print money, and the boss was surely just racking up a bar tab on company credit cards and eating hundred dollar steaks.

In the late afternoon daylight slammed her office, penetrating the blinds no matter how tightly they were screwed shut. The AC pushed the atmosphere around in sludgy invisible chunks of alternating bitter liquid nitrogen cold and stifling muggy heat. The clock moved backward.

A light rap at the door. Must be Helen. “Come in.”

It was not Helen. It was your four o’clock, Bobbi. The woman came into the room tentatively, then more boldly, and took a seat without waiting to be invited. She crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair, but didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands, as if she still had the body memory of striking up a cigarette in those situations from decades in the past.

The woman was tall, near six feet and solidly built, but showing the first signs of decrepitude at sixtyish years old, her back hunched forward at the neck and her skin going thin and dry. She was tall-featured, beautiful, and Asian, with a dark blazer and skirt over a less formal mustard yellow shirt that revealed weather-beaten but substantial cleavage.

As she moved her mouth to form words, creases flicked in and out of existence at the corners of it, but her lips and teeth were fascinating, pulling Bobbi into her words immediately. Her silver and dark grey hair was in a large but tame curly bob.

“I’m Julia, Mr. Schultz. Robert?”

“Yes. You were here for ... Lefebvre Entertainment?,” she read off her monitor as subtly as she could.

“That’s us,” she winced and her eyes did a little dance before she regained focus. Not happy at work. “We’re always profitable, but there have been some shifts in the market we need to catch up with. I’m sure we can sew this up pretty quickly. You saw my application? The numbers?”

Bobbi shook a fugue out of her head. “Yeah, that’s right. Strong numbers, but..,” she tried to remember what had bothered her about the application, “I’m led to wonder what kind of entertainment Lefebvre produces. The numbers were too strong for a small commercial studio, but too weak for...”

“Adult entertainment, yes. This bank is spitting distance from the San Fernando Valley. Let’s not mince words.” She crossed her arms and gazed into her eyes with cold fire.

“So you are in adult entertainment. I don’t think this bank is a good fit for—”

“Nobody in this office has ever signed off on a loan for this industry? What would be the harm? I get that nobody wants to be the first, but all your bank would ever see of what we do is our name on the records. It’s nothing, and we wouldn’t advertise who it is we’re banking with.”

Bobbi leaned back and sighed, looking away. “You understand, I’m very unlikely to say yes here. But I am curious. Why the low numbers?”

“No video. The CEO was never interested in moving pictures, and I guess he imagined more of the public was on his page than not. He guessed wrong, but his willingness to pivot now should tell you he’s competent enough to make money in an industry where it’s just about impossible to lose it.” She shrugged and let her arms fall at her sides. “Robert, look at me.”

Bobbi looked into her eyes again, and was held fast. Something in Julia was holding her by the shoulders with strong, cold hands. “I don’t know what I should be saying,” said Bobbi. “You’re lovely and earnest and tough, I can tell you’re great at business, and I respect you too much to want to waste your time.” She felt like a nerdy boy again, falling to pieces in front of a girl he liked, knowing all hope was about to be lost.

Julia smiled. “You’re not a Robert, are you? You’re more of a Bobby.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Be a Bobby, dear, and humor me for a moment. If you were considering a business loan and had doubts about that business, what would you do to settle those doubts?”

She gulped and fumbled with her fingers, the sweat in her hair suddenly going cold.

Julia continued, “We work in the evening. Come and see the studio, look over the boss’s numbers, whatever. What do you say? My car or yours?”

“I don’t—”

“My Lexus is really nice. Just a few thousand miles, AC works on a dime.”

“—own a car.”

“I had a notion.” She stood tall—not quite as tall as Bobbi but making her feel like a pitiful gnome in that moment—and stretched. As much as Julia had been all business on the way in, Bobbi could tell then that she had breast implants. She almost fell out of her seat.

“I shouldn’t,” she croaked.

“But you will. It’s no big deal.” Julia’s voice was crisp, heady, and subtly smoky.

Bobbi was in her disgusting afternoon orange office space, too hot and too cold, oppressed by everything, but she had been flicked halfway out of the picture frame. The world had taken on a new dimension for which she was totally unprepared.

She let herself be seduced by this senior citizen, knowing full well there was no hot sexy reward at the end of this trip. The lady was a CFO in a scuzzy industry, using sex appeal just far enough to take care of business. Unless Bobbi signed off on the loan, they were both wasting their time, and who knew what the mobbish creeps of that business would do if she went into the dragon’s lair and said no?

A world of possibilities, all bad, but Bobbi dragged herself upright and followed the sinister woman like a dog.

Julia whipped the Lexus like a true Californian - speed limits were as well-observed as antique laws about where you can wash your donkey. Maybe if the highways weren’t scorching hells ashimmer with rivers of blood and broken glass, Bobbi would have learned to drive. She always had to unfocus and pretend she was on a carnival ride when somebody drove her somewhere.

“Relax, Bobby. I could tell you were having no fun in the office. This is just a little change of scenery for you. Stepping out for a breather. But you have to remember to breathe.” Again she seemed for a moment like she wanted to light a cigarette or hand one to her passenger. She shrugged it off and zipped around somebody who dared to only do sixty-five in a forty-five zone.

“I’m breathing, I’m breathing. Are we going all the way to San Fernando?”

“Yeah, we’re going all the way.” She snorted at the double-entendre. Too self-aware to be a Bond femme fatale. “Tell me about yourself, buddy. We might get hung up on the highway for an hour.”

“Let’s wait until we’re actually in the gridlock. I’d hate to distract you at these speeds.”

“What?” She looked away from the road long enough to accidentally murder several car lengths of school children. “Where are you from Bobby?”

“Idaho.”

“I’d drive so fast if I lived there.”

“That’s nice.”

Julia was right. Congestion was predictable. Californians drove so fast because they knew it could stop dead for hours and hours depending on where and when they had to go. They reached a point where they were sitting still for ten minutes at a time between moments of inching speed. Her music was just the mild-mannered office lady part of the dial, a blend of soft pop ballads from the eighties through the tens, and she turned it down to a murmur so they could talk.

“It’s time, Bobby. Talk to me like we’re going to do business together, whatever happens next.”

Bobbi cracked her neck and tried to relax into the seat. She looked at Julia with friendly resignation. “Sure. I could ask you about your kids maybe?”

Julia pursed her lips and looked very old for a moment. “How about yours, Bobby?”

“Never had ’em, but people usually like to talk about theirs. Not you? You don’t have to tell me why.”

“I can’t imagine you’ve never had kids. You have it all sorted out, Bobby. Financial responsibility. Hygiene. Basic social skills. It’s a low bar for men. Unless..?”

“Not gay but the relationships never go that far. I admit, I gave up. But that’s not your story, is it?”

“You got me. I had a daughter at a bad moment in life. She ended up in the system. I don’t even know where she is anymore, but I don’t know if we ever loved each other, so what does it matter?”

“I’m sorry. This isn’t going well. And here we are, stuck in the car, unable to just leave the awkward situation, right? What would you like to talk about, Julia?”

“Thanks, Bobby. Well, now I’m all curious why your relationships don’t last. Irresponsible? Unromantic? Unfaithful? Strange fetish?”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Strange fetish it is. It’s OK Bobby. You don’t have to tell me. This trip shouldn’t be too sexy for you to handle. The photography we do is very vanilla.”

“I like vanilla.”

“Sure you do, kiddo. I don’t imagine you have opinions about baseball.”

“Do you?”

“Or cars. What do we even have in common?” Julia regarded her sadly.

“We’re stuck in traffic. And I feel like we’re both trying to like each other?”

“We are. And I do, Bobby. You’re alright, whatever weird toys you have in the closet.”

“Hehe. Thanks, Julia.” She blushed.

“We could talk about your toys.”

“Oh my god, I don’t know about that.” She shifted in her seat.

“I could go first.”

Bobbi tugged at the collar of her shirt. “I definitely wouldn’t talk with a client about that.”

“Heehee. It’s OK, babe. Let’s just listen to these vocoder kids moan about love.”

“Good idea. And I do like you, so remember that.”

“Right back atcha, Bobby.”

They tore through a neighborhood of weedy yards where some black kids had to break up a kickball game to avoid turning into red smears beneath her wheels, coming to a corporate park with no signage except for an unrelated printing press. Lefebvre Entertainment didn’t want to be seen. She had a reserved parking spot but couldn’t quite tokyo drift into position.

Bobbi recovered her land legs and followed Julia to the back side of the building. Julia called somebody on her phone. “I’m bringing a lender to meet Aubrey. Now. We can wait a bit, but I’ll want to get in... Mmhm. Thank you.” She dropped the phone in her purse. “Think you can keep it in your pants, in a place of sexy business?”

“Of course.”

“I knew you were a good kid, Bobby.”

Julia led her to a big loading dock with the metal gate rolled down, and unlocked a small steel door beside it with an RFID dongle. She held the door open for her. Bobbi went in, feeling cold inside despite the hot weather.

The loading dock floor had been converted to a series of photography sets. Industrial HVAC kept the place cold in spite of the massive banks of bright lights. Two shoots were going on at the same time, with young ladies in various states of undress, going through all the poses a director could think of, while camera operators took hundreds of shots per minute. Julia led Bobbi up a ramp beside the proceedings, onto the loading dock proper, where most of the space was taken up by equipment. Between the thick metal stands they could see glimpses of the girls doing what they do. It was all so remote, the idea it should make someone horny seemed laughable.

Then they went into a wood-paneled hallway, around a corner into a broader continuation of the same—this part hung with fake plants and posters of porn and californiana. They passed another old gal with short white hair and a more formal suit jacket and skirt. Julia exchanged meaningful glances with her and Bobbi nodded.

But something was itching at her. Julia had stirred a sense of déjà vu in Bobbi, which had gradually faded as she spent more time in her company. But it pinged her again at the pornographic images in the hall. Something about the style, so abstract and vague she had no hope of placing it, told her she had seen this before. And the white-haired woman clinched it. Who was she? And again, after that moment, who was Julia?

The floor was hard concrete beneath thin green office carpet. Together with the cheapness of the wood paneling in the halls it evoked the idea this was just another industrial space like the docks, but with an extremely superficial veneer of anything else. They came to a door with a textured and frosted window reading “Aubrey Gordon, CEO” in precisely painted sans-serif letters.

But that room wasn’t the office itself. It was a waiting room, where they took the only seats that weren’t pew-like benches against the wall. Still far from comfortable, the chairs were hard plastic, hanging around a glass-topped oval coffee table strewn with bland photography books and pornographic magazines. The magazines were dogeared and wrinkled.

Bobbi asked, “You used to model here?”

“That’s right. Been in business here a long time. Smart ladies change companies, keep looking for a better deal. It’s alright though; I don’t have to see any of my old pictures on the wall.”

“I can’t really imagine what that feels like, having done that work, knowing you’re out there like that. But I hope you don’t feel bad about how you looked. You’re lovely.”

She cracked up, a cackling laugh. “You’re a sweetheart, Bobby. Don’t ever change.” She picked up one of the magazines and offered it to her. “Wanna see what we do?”

“I don’t want to do anything I wouldn’t do in any other business I might lend to.”

“You’d look at what they do.”

“Yes, but...”

“You wouldn’t look at dirty pics. Afraid that your body will betray you? That you’ll get a visible erection in mixed company?”

Bobbi blushed and laughed. “No, but that might happen if you keep talking dirty like that. Take it down a notch, ma’am.”

Julia said, “Suit yourself,” and perused the magazine herself.

Bobbi checked her phone suddenly, panic rising at the possibility she’d walked into a den of organized crime. No bars. The walls behind those panels were all concrete and corrugated metal. What messages had come in before she lost connection? Nothing. Nobody in the bank thought anything of her leaving with Julia.

And why should they? It was an old business lady leading a dorky Robert out into an old business situation, surely. Bobbi didn’t know why she was, on some level, wishing people in the office knew where she was, had some concern for her safety as well. It wasn’t something that ever would have happened in the first place, and would put her job at risk if it was.

She wanted to just run her eyes over the whole scene, look for clues, for something to think about, but her eyes gravitated to Julia and stayed there. As much as Bobbi kept the pictures of lady idols in their youth, her sense of beauty had aged with her. Ladies in pictures could be icons of immortal beauty, but of the women she met in real life, she was only really attracted to those closer to her own age. Women in their twenties and thirties looked almost like children to her.

Julia’s forearms were exposed by the flex in her elbows, drawing cuffs back from wrists, and showing how her skin there had every kind of discoloration of age. Dark little moles, tiny red dots, freckles, more mysterious splotches, in all shades between pallor and the tan of the rest of her skin. But it didn’t matter. Bobbi’s own arms, while younger, were still textured with the progress of life. The lady before her was glamorous in a way she hadn’t seen in a long time - at least, that she’d taken notice of, because it was in someone closer to her own age. She could imagine touching her, running fingers up the trimmed fuzz on her neck into the thick dark grey curls on her head, nuzzling the silver curls at the front, working her lips from cheekbone down to meet Julia’s expressive little mouth.

Bobbi didn’t want to be making herself any more vulnerable in a situation where she’d already foolishly thrown herself to wolves, but her imagination was getting away from her. She unfocused her eyes, so it would, hopefully, look like she was looking at nothing in particular, but in her head she was touching Julia’s sides, moving her hands up toward those impressive breasts.

Then it clicked. Julia Folly. July 1982. Bobbi was in the presence of a true idol, somebody who had ruled despotic over her erotic imagination for nearly as long as it had existed. Her skin burned pink from head to toe and her breath escaped, thinned to desperate little gasps.

A guy came into the room—a creepy old imp like Robert Blake in Lost Highway—and said, “We’re done, Ms. Folly.”

“Thank you, Robin...” Her eyes fell on Bobbi. “You OK, Bobby?”

“Yes,” she mouthed, unable to make a sound.

Robin moved on and Julia sorted Bobbi out with a bottle of water and some attention. The attention made things worse at every moment she touched her, but she somehow managed to tamp down the chaotic energy enough to face the man.

Aubrey Gordon’s office was less cold than the rest of the building, perfectly regulated and sealed in thicker panels of more expensive wood. His ceiling was strange fuzzy drop tiles, but at least it was clean. His floor was Roman tile, and his furniture luxurious and bulky. Ivory bas-reliefs of pornographically proportioned women were inset on the walls to each side of his desk, and his chair’s dark brown leather back rose high above his shoulders like a royal throne.

The man himself had a physical energy not unlike Larry King. He was short but seemed powerful, like if he sucker punched you, you would go the hell down. Dark framed glasses did nothing to hide that he was a savage little animal in human skin.

“What do you have for me, Julia?”

“Bobby Schultz, Harvest Bounty Bank. About the video loan.”

“Have a seat, Bobby.” He gestured with a powerful liver-spotted hand, a few thick gold rings there knocking the surface of his desk. It wasn’t an invitation, but a demand.

Bobbi sat down. “Hello, Mr. Gordon. I’m just taking a look at the operation here as part of my considerations. Ms. Folly’s idea, as was this meeting.” She held out a hand to shake his, while not wanting to touch him in any way.

Gordon took the hand in a manly way, practically splitting her larger hand in two with his grip, then dropped her on the wood like a dead fish. “Please to meet you,” he said, sounding not at all pleased. “I hope you realize it’s an easy fucking call to make. Money’s money. Don’t yank our dicks, alright?”

“Yes sir,” she squeaked. It was a bad situation. There wasn’t a way she could say no, without finding out how mobbish Gordon was. He didn’t even have to hint at a threat. And what was that Robin character to him? “Robin let us in, tonight.”

“Yeah? That’s my executive assistant. He’d usually be the guy you were talking with, but what can I say? I want to get this shit done. You going to help us get this shit done? Make your bank some easy dough?” He leaned forward, a fist on his chin, surprisingly green eyes penetrating Bobbi’s soul.

“I, uh, I, ah...”

Julia leaned over and touched Bobbi’s cheek, gently pulling her gaze up to her own. Her face nearly brushed against breasts along the way. Julia said, “It really is an easy decision. You sign off, you never even have to look at us again. Just reap the rewards and call it a day, yes?” She stood and left Bobbi physically alone in that terrible psychic space.

“We’ll see what we can do, Mr. Gordon.”

He pursed his lips angrily, turning them buttermilk white. “Sounds a little like a dick yank, son, but alright. See what you can fucking do.” He flicked a wrist and Julia quickly scooped up Bobbi, leading her out of the room.

“Sorry,” she said in the lobby, “Seems he’s in a worse mood than usual.”

“I have to get the hell out of here,” Bobbi said quietly, weakly.

“Bobby, it’s OK. I can show you out.” She was already leading her back into the hall, supporting her with a strong arm. The big breast against Bobbi’s side did nothing to quell her overpowering sense of alarm.

“Yes. Let’s go.”

They were out in the hall again, walking briskly. Bobbi was in a terrified stagger, Julia taking slower and even steps, trying to slow Bobbi down as well. “You need to relax, like I said before, Bobby. I can show you some nice people, get you a drink? Not like you have to drive yourself home.”

“I can’t.”

Instead of leading her out the way they came, Julia pulled her into a room near the bend in the hall. It was a changing room with big brightly lit mirrors, a few young naked ladies down the way barely glancing up at them.

“Don’t,” Bobbi squeaked, but Julia kept dragging her into a separate area from the makeup room, more like the green room in a high school drama department, save for the glass tanks of snakes and rabbits. Julia shoved her down into a very soft couch, then pulled up a stool to face her directly.

“Bobby, calm down. Please. I get it. You didn’t want to deal with our world in the first place. I can get you off Aubrey’s radar, OK? I just don’t want you to walk away thinking less of me. I didn’t know it would go like that. I could have guessed, but maybe I wasn’t thinking straight. Just get with me. Look at me, kid.”

Bobbi looked up at Julia with teary eyes. “I’m sorry. I feel like a baby.”

She smiled. “Are you better, Bobby? We can go now. I’ll take you home.”

“Thank you, Julia.”

She took her out through the big cold studio, into the stifling sun of dusk, and back to the wild ride.

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Last song: Calm Symphony by Boo Seeka

Favorite color: shiraz

Last book: The Depths by Nicole Lesperance

Last movie: does Emesis Blue count? I’m gonna say it counts

Last tv show: The Afterparty

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet!

Relationship status: happily single

Last thing I googled: “where are Tawny Frogmouths located”

Current obsession(s): TF2, YTTD, Gorillaz, anything and everything written by Krystal Sutherland!

Looking forward to: finishing up my WIPs!

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last song: the phantom of the opera

favorite color: muted green

last book: uhhhhhh oh man i really need to start reading books

last movie: phantom of the opera which i watched with a friend

last tv show: the original star trek which i also watched with a friend

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet, i love sugar too much

relationship status: single and not looking, i'd rather just have more friends

last thing i googled: "how to know if skincare routine is too harsh" my pimples hurt in a Different way now :(

current obsession: probably still mob psycho 100 but it's not what it used to be. yay depression

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Star Trek: Lower Decks: Starbase 80?! - TV Review

TL;DR – A weird little fun episode that gets to put the cap off the running joke of Starbase 80 ⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 3 out of 5. Disclosure – I paid for the Paramount+ streaming service that viewed this episode.  Star Trek: Lower Decks Review – One of the recurring jokes on Star Trek: Lower Decks is that no one ever wants to get transferred to Starbase 80. The very joke of it is enough to put a pause…

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In fact, she looked like shit ran over twice.

Then Tawny spanks Nicole with the same strap until her butt is bright red. PROCEED...

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AUGUST Celebrity Birthdays & Events

August Birthdays

Leo Stars (July 23-Aug 22) 1: Tempestt Bledsoe, Oluchi Onweagba 2: Alvina August 3: Chandler Kinney, Jo Marie Payton 4: Eris Baker, Yolonda Ross 5: Chip Fields, Janet DuBois, Thishiwe Ziqubu 6: Merrin Dungey, Regina Van Helvert 7: Kheris Rogers 8: Meagan Good, Kimberly Brooks, Tawny Cypress, Sherri Marina 9: Whitney Houston, Angely Gaviria, Troy Leigh-Anne Johnson, Ashlei Sharpe Chestnut 10: Yaani King 

11: Viola Davis, Sophie Okonedo 12: Imani Hakim, Yvette Nicole Brown 13: Dawnn Lewis, Deborah Ayorinde 14: Jackée Harry, Halle Berry, Marsai Martin, Aliyah Moulden, Kabrina Adams 15: Christine Adams, Andrea Lewis, Tanedra Howard 16: Angela Bassett, Simone Leigh, Karen Obilom 19: Sara Martins, Tracie Thoms, Paula Jai Parker 20: Ashley Nicole Williams 21: Loretta Devine, Kelis, Kaliegh Garris, Kiami Davael 22: Rachel Adedeji

Virgo Stars (Aug 23-Sept 22) 23: Angelique Noire, Clarissa Thibeaux 24: Ava Duvernay, Harriett D Foy 25: Ashley Winfrey, China Anne McClain 26: Ola Ray, Keke Palmer 27: Chandra Wilson, Demetria McKinney, Tiffany Boone 28: Samantha Liana Cole, Jessieca Alford, Quvenzhane Wallis 29: Kelly McCreary 30: Angel Coulby, Xernona Clayton 31: Phina Oruche, Jaylen Barron

August Events:

1: Spiderman Day | 2: International Friendship Day | 9: International Day of the World's Indigenous People | 13: Pan-African Flag Day | 23: National Dark Skin Day | 26. ANNOUNCEMENT: WE DO NOT CELEBRATE WHITE WOMEN'S RIGHT TO VOTE DAY HERE | 28: Power Rangers Day | 31: International Day for People of African Descent

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Yellowjackets: Everything you need to know about Season 2

Yellowjackets season 2 includes the star studded cast such as Melanie Lynskey as Shauna, Lewis as Natalie, Tawny Cypress as Taissa, and Christina Ricci as Misty, all reprising their roles as the adult versions of their characters. Simone Kessell as Lottie, Lauren Ambrose as adult Van (originally played by Liv Hewson), Sophie Nélisse, Jasmin Savoy Brown, Sophie Thatcher, and Samantha Hanratty. Elijah Wood also stars as Walter, a detective with join the cast. This highly-anticipated season of Showtime's survival series, Yellowjackets, promises to answer fans' burning questions. (Also read: The Voice US start date 2023: Everything You Need to Know) A still from YellowJackets Season 2 trailer. The show follows the story of four women who survived a plane crash in the Canadian wilderness in 1996 and explores the psychological trauma they face in 2021, when an anonymous stalker blackmails them with the truth of what happened during their 19-month ordeal. Here's everything to know about the upcoming season: Who all will star in season 2 of Yellowjackets? Yellowjackets season 2 features the return of the core four cast members, Melanie Lynskey, Christina Ricci, Juliette Lewis, and Tawny Cypress, along with their younger counterparts. Elijah Wood and Lauren Ambrose are set to join the cast, as well as Simone Kessell and Jason Ritter. In addition, recurring roles will be played by Nicole Maines, François Arnaud, and Nia Sondaya, who replaced Keeya King. Read the full article