#teresa sutton

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Teresa 'Terry' Sutton

Name: Teresa Sutton Nicknames: Terry The need to know: Terry Sutton has always hated her brother, but when he calls her to tell her about Purge Night, she knows she has to come back to town. She arrives the night after the Purge, finding Mary hidden away with her new lovers and finding a new life waiting for her.

[toprealestatebuzz]

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DESIRE & DECORUM DREAMCAST !!

Some time ago, me and my friend were talking about how can we use some characters to choose a real one just to edit and other things, and now i'm in a growing ( and not recent ) obsession with d&d choices, missing all the lis and the storyline itself. So, he we are with my fancast ( you can disagree with me, and if you have other options, i would absolutely like to see them !! )

Lex Scott Davis as Countess Zahra Liliana Foredale from Edgwater.

Simone Ashley as Miss Briar Daly from Edgewater.

Calahan Skogman as Mister Edmund Marlcaster from Edgewater.

Anya Cholatra as Miss Annabelle Parsons From Hazelvale.

Mena Massoud as Prince Hamid from Ottoman Empire.

Robert Pattison as Mister Ernest Sinclaire from Ledford Park.

John Boyega as Sir Luke Harper from Harperland.

[kinda-iconic]

Desire and Decorum fic - Sneak Peek

I can’t believe it’s been four months since I opened this document 😭 I’ve been so busy…

…but somehow have managed to write like 300 words at 6am in the morning.

It’s as if my brain functions for like two hours and then stops 😂

Anyway…here’s a little sneak peek:

‘The Doctor would like a word. He believes that Amelia might wake soon.’

‘Has anything changed since I saw her last?’

‘She is less clammy…and a little bit of colour has returned to her cheeks,’ Teresa smiles warmly, ‘Percival is at her bedside with Harry and Briar.’

‘I told Nanny Weskit to take him upstairs to bed.’

‘He wanted to see his mother…’ she frowns, her brows furrowing slightly, ‘is that not a good enough reason for him to stay up past his bedtime?’

‘Amelia is not his mother.’

‘And you are not his father,’ Teresa retorts, ‘but he treats you as such.’

[distraughtlesbian]

I LOVE YOU MISS SUTTON!!!!!!!! 💖💞💝🥺💘🌼💞🥰💗✨💖

[distraughtlesbian]

WE HAVE DECIDED TO STAN FOREVER

THAT'S MY GIRL!!!

[realhousewives-fan]

Guess Who Isn’t Supporting Erika?

Of course the women of RHOBH is supporting Erika Girardi.

As I have mentioned many times before, they’re not really showing their real reality on that show. 

But it has been rumored that one of the ladies isn’t being that supportive.

Thank God for Sutton Stracke, who apparently has a lot of questions about Erika’s divorce and lawsuit drama. 

Thank God someone is being real on this show.

And Erika is apparently throwing digs on Instagram:

“Heard it’s International Women’s Day… some in this pic I love and trust more than others. 

No shade, just truth.”

It’s obviously a dig at Sutton, as it has been heavily rumored that she isn’t supporting her.

Garcelle Beauvoir pretty much confirmed it on “Watch What Happens Live” that Sutton was the most “inquisitive” about Erika’s situation.

In this particularly case I find it hard to believe that you wouldn’t have questions!

It wouldn’t surprise me if Erika’s demanding blind trust from the ladies.

Of course Dorit Kemsley reminded the fans that Erika’s innocent until proven guilty, which is true.

But Erika’s situation is pretty much unprecedented on Bravo. 

Yes, there’s Teresa Giudice who went to prison, but this is something else!

I probably shouldn’t judge so much before the trailer, but knowing RHOBH I’m not expecting much.

The rumor also has it that Sutton is fighting with everybody and fans are hinting that she has finally earned herself a diamond this season.

And you know what? I’m here for it! She was such a joy on season 10 and was refreshingly honest and shady. 

We need that in that town full of fakes and wannabees.

But according to Garcelle, Sutton is also both this season’s “most self-absorbed” and the one who “cries the most” out of the women.

We all know that Erika is cold as ice when she feels attacked, so there’s no surprise that Sutton would cry so much.

The season 11 trailer is right around the corner and we’ll finally see how this will play out. 

As dramatic the trailer for season 9 was about Puppygate, this should be explosive!

[filkyeahfilk]

Reach for that red rose, my dear, a rose but barely one, And I will be your love, my dear, and all your life undone

A happy Halloween to all!

This year, instead of simply posting everyone’s favorite trad ballad about getting knocked up by some guy in the woods and having to go steal him back from the Faerie on Halloween, have an alternative (and unnerving) perspective from Tam Lin’s side.

“Discovery” was written by Three Weird Sisters former member Gwen Knighton, singing here along with Brenda Sutton and Teresa Powell. Lyrics are available on the Three Weird Sisters website.

[poetzproblem]

so what’s the timeline on dont blinks houses/apartments?

This is a new and interesting question.

So, Rachel starts out in the NYADA dorm in New York while Kurt and Finn share an apartment nearby. When Rachel and Finn break up and he goes back to Lima, she moves in with Kurt for about a year or so, but they have some drama in the living situation, two divas clashing over stupid little things, so Rachel asks her dads for a bit of financial help to move into her own place in order to preserve their friendship. She finds a small one bedroom in Sutton Place that she's able to afford only because the previous tenant met an unfortunate and untimely end. That's where she is when she and Quinn start dating (2017).

Santana has a studio apartment in Morningside Heights near the Columbia campus that her parents paid for when she went to college, and she keeps it until she and Teresa move in together (2022) into an apartment on the Upper West Side.

Quinn crashes with Santana in her studio for the first few months she lives in New York (2016) since staying with Rachel felt a little too intimate on the heels of her breakup with Sarah. She finds her own one bedroom in Turtle Bay where she stays until she asks Rachel to move in with her (2018).

Rachel and Quinn live together in Murray Hill for five years until they move to a four bedroom on the Upper West Side (2023) not far from Santana and Teresa's place.

They stay in their apartment until Fababy #2 is about six months old and they finally invest in a house (2029) in the Bronx, specifically Riverdale.

As for Santana and Teresa, they move into a bigger apartment in their same building when they decide to have a kid (2026). I imagine they might eventually end up in a townhouse (or an actual house) back in Morningside Heights after the Fabrays move to the Bronx.

If you care about Josie and Sarah, they both end up in New York circa 2019, Josie in her own apartment in Chelsea and Sarah sharing a place in Sunnyside, Queens, with a roommate she found online named Erica. They'll move into a townhouse in Forest Hills (also in Queens) sometime in 2021.

Kurt moves from the apartment he shared with Finn and then Rachel (around 2018-ish) to a place in Hell's Kitchen where he stays.

[we-eternal-rp]

Do you have any fc suggestions for Hecate? Could you see Melisa Pamuk, May Calamawy, Young Madchen Amick, Jessica Sutton, Adria Arjona, Phoebe Tonkin, Teresa Palmer, Priscilla Quintana working?

☄ — anon !

     anon, you’ve asked for suggestions but you nailed it. besides adria arjona because she is currently taken, all of these beautiful faces could fit hecate perfectly. MELISA PAMUK was a name featured amongst our members in our most wanted channels, and i personally think PHOEBE TONKIN is the most perfect face for hecate ( but i might be biased; phoebe is one of my favorite faces and i think she pulls off that goddess witch of darkness and the night look, no ? ) 

     for extra suggestions, i would say ZION MORENO, NATALIE PORTMAN, EMILY BROWNING, ADELINE RUDOLPH, VICTORIA PEDRETTI 

[darklydeliciousdesires]

BRB looking for my Real Housewives Dream Home

Kyle's second house (the one Sutton is currently in) LVP's house, or Yolanda's old house in Malibu are my absolute favourites! What about you? Ooooh and what about from other Franchises? Teresa's in RHONJ and Bethenny's SoHo loft in RHONY deserve a mention!

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My Hardest Goodbye

This fanfic is part I of the continuation to ‘How do I go on without you’, and is set not long after the end of said piece.

Summary: After receiving word of Amelia’s condition, Harry and Teresa make their way to Edgewater; however, once they arrive at the estate, neither are prepared for what they overhear.

Author’s Note: This is the first fanfic that I have posted in a couple of months, and though I do apologise for the lateness of my delivery, I wanted to make sure that it was worthy of posting. This piece has been split into three parts, this part in particular focusing solely on Harry’s POV (ish). 

Pairing/s: Harry x Teresa; Ernest x MC (Amelia) 

Word Count: 2′670

Trigger Warning: Language

Tagging: @bloodboundismylife​ @princess-geek​ @octobereighth​ @annaroselyn​ @i-put-the-sin-in-sinclaire​ @nala-raines​ @noesapphic​

A couple of hours had passed since the announcement of Amelia’s condition, and not a stir could be heard from those at Edgewater. Shortly after she had been informed, the Dowager Countess had sent word to her grandson, her letter abundant with urgency in the hope that her kin would realise the importance of that evening. Whilst her Ladyship was left to ensure that the matter of correspondence had been dealt with, Ernest refused to leave Amelia’s bedside, his hand clasped tightly around her own.

When Harry received the news, he did not hesitate to make preparations, choosing to arrive on horseback rather than waking his staff from their slumber. Accompanied by his new wife, Harry left at the earliest convenience, making sure to take a route that would guarantee the pair a prompt arrival. The journey was not without difficulty, the road laden with the remnants of the night before, fragmented arrays of foliage and stone littering the trail; though this would usually delay even the steeliest of travellers, Harry was not deterred. He grabs his cane and presses on, deciding it best to cut through the woodlands surrounding the estate, thus reducing the time it took for the pair to arrive. It is not long before they reach the gates, their arrival noted by a Master of Horse, who stands idly by the stable, as if expecting their early meeting. The young man holds out a hand, gesturing for the Viscountess to accept his offering of assistance. Once his aid is no longer required, he turns his attention to the horses, choosing to remove himself from the conversation of the events of that evening and any speculation they may have made about his Mistresses’ welfare.

But there is nothing of the sort.

Harry dismounts without so much as a word, his rashness causing him to disregard propriety; removing his cane from the saddle, he heads in the direction of the house, barely sparing a thought for Teresa who follows behind him, collecting her skirts in an attempt not to muddy them. She calls out to him, her voice hoarse with breathlessness.

‘Harry!’

He greets her with no reply, his brow creasing into a scowl as he approaches the entryway, his lips pursed tightly together as if struggling to maintain his anger. She watches him a little too carefully, ultimately losing sight of the stretch of path below her as her foot slides into a puddle, the sullied water seeping into the fabric of her shoe. She squeals in annoyance, reaching down to wipe the soil from her boot with her handkerchief.

‘This is not what Amelia would want -’

‘I think I know the situation well enough to conclude that my sister is not in the position to tell me what to do.’

Her eyes widen at the spitefulness in his tone, her head drawing back in bewilderment. Knowing that he had wounded her with his remark, he turns to address her over his shoulder, his gaze softening as he gazes upon her face. He opens his mouth to speak, but the horror of his utterance has rendered him almost speechless. Eventually he is able to communicate, his voice no louder than a hushed whisper.

‘Forgive me, I…I should not have spoken to you like that.’

‘You do not need to apologise, my love,’ she interrupts him, a small smile blossoming on her face as she places her foot back down, being quick to regain her footing, ‘you are worried for your sister; I would probably do the same if I was the one whose sister was suffering.’  

‘That does not excuse my sharpness.’

‘But it is warranted,’ she begins to hurry her steps, treading lightly as she tries to match his pace, ‘Amelia is very dear to all of us, so it understandable that you are on edge.’

‘I guess you are right,’ he places his hand atop of hers, his fingers swiftly interlacing with her own, ‘I just do not understand how something so terrible could…’

She clasps hold of his arm, her fingers gently grasping onto the sleeve of his jacket, her brows knitting with worry as she takes note of the sadness in his gaze, his stormy eyes brimming with tears. He takes a shallow breath, a disconsolate sob stifling in his throat as he tries to regain his composure, his voice shaky and burdened.

‘Why did it have to be her?’

‘I cannot answer that, my love,’ she takes a step forward, placing herself in the space between her husband and the door to the manor; she cups his cheek with her free hand, her own tears now beginning to stain her face. She smiles sadly up at him, drawing soothing circles into his skin with the pad of her thumb. ‘No one deserves to suffer in this way, especially not someone as kind and dear to us, but that does not mean that there is no hope.’ She reaches for the handle, being careful not to make too much noise as she pries the door open, walking blindly into the entrance hall as her focus remains fixated on her husband. ‘Amelia is young and in good health. She has all that and more on her side.’

‘Being well and youthful means nothing when it comes to someone falling ill,’ he pauses, as if concerned that his words may startle her; he brushes past her, his footsteps heavy and dragging as he forces back the pain emanating from his calve, his jaw clenched in agitation. He begins to speak once more, his voice deep and gravelly. ‘It does not pick and choose who it…’

He stops abruptly, shaking away the thought before it has the chance to hurt him further; he closes his eyes, a sharp exhale escaping his lips as he takes the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, not a single pause in his stride.

‘I cannot bring myself to talk about this further.’

It is then that he hears a team of familiar voices, drifting towards him from the parlor. At first, he thinks nothing of it, under the belief that it is nothing more than a conversation between Edgewater’s staff - just a simple exchange between associates. However, as he continues his ascent to the next floor, the voices grow louder, their words causing him to cease in his tracks.

‘The Doctor told you that?’

‘Well of course not! I am not a relative,’ Harry takes a step back, his brow creased in annoyance as he shifts himself, placing a firm hand on the wall as if to find a better vantage point to eavesdrop, ‘but I did hear the Dowager say that Mr Sinclaire would take over the estate should the Countess die... just until the child comes of age.’

‘And you think he would do well by us?’

‘Oh goodness no,’ there is a soft pause, this newfound silence soon replaced by a hearty chuckle, ‘he may be the only well-born of the pair, but even the Earl’s bastard could do a better job than him - and she is knocking on death’s door!’

Their words cause Harry to tense, his body seizing up as he tries to process the maliciousness in their tone. He remains like that for a moment before quickening his descent, subconsciously deciding to address the matter first-hand rather than ignore their gossip. He clenches his jaw, his lips forced together as he passes his wife, afraid that he will utter something incomprehensible should his mouth remain open; Teresa follows closely behind, her petite frame remaining hidden in the shadows of the night, a choice ultimately made in fear of being discovered.

Just as he nears the entryway to the parlor, a small hand grasps hold of his forearm, its grip strong yet delicate in its approach.  

‘Harry…’ her voice adopts a soft tone, her words laden with acceptance and understanding as she draws his attention back to her; he looks at her in puzzlement, his head tilted in vexed curiosity. ‘I know that their interaction is not one that you wished to hear, and I acknowledge that you want to say something in return, but there are more pressing matters that we MUST concern ourselves with.’

‘I cannot sit idly by and allow them to talk about Amelia in that manner!’

His voice is stern, the intonation in his tone rising to a level that Teresa had never heard from him before. She releases his arm, her brow knitted with concern.

‘I know, my Love,’ she sighs despondently, reaching down to take his hand in her own; she flashes him a comforting smile, but the reassurance in her gesture fails to meet her eyes, ‘but right now our priority is the Countess -’

‘Amelia,’ he removes his hand from hers with tenderness, as if trying not to cause her worry, ‘that is her name, and she wills us to address her as such.’

He makes heed in the direction of the room, disallowing Teresa the chance to provide him with further words of comfort. She reaches towards him in an attempt to interrupt his anger, but it is not long before she stops herself, her face a picture of confliction. Instead, Teresa goes against her better judgment, allowing her husband to pursue his vengeful path in the hope that, by voicing his frustrations, he may be able to free himself from the burden he so openly carries. She remains quiet, continuing to bite her tongue even as he opens the door to the parlour, his sudden entrance causing the occupants of the room to look up, their own eyes widening as they observe the Viscount’s furious expression.

‘V-Viscount Harry!’ The housekeeper stutters, her unsteady hands instantaneously reaching to straighten her skirts; Teresa’s brow quirks in suspicion at the woman’s sudden interest in her appearance, yet she fails to notice, ‘we were not aware that you would be staying with us this evening…’

‘Yes, well,’ he maintains his composure, his words laced with ostensible cordiality, ‘when one’s sister is taken ill, it does not do well to dwell on pleasantries.’

‘Of course, Sir,’ she bows her head in acknowledgement, promptly remembering who is talking to, ‘and may I say that, on behalf of all of us at Edgewater, how very sorry we are to hear of the Countess’ condition.’ She shifts uncomfortably on her feet, her stoic gaze slowly darting to her counterpart before refocusing on the Viscount, ‘we pray that the mistress makes a speedy recovery.’

‘That is most kind, Ms. Thompson.’

His words show no malice, yet the sternness in his tone causes a feeling of uneasiness to settle in the housekeeper’s stomach. ‘It is nice to know that those who have found their vocation at the estate value the family that they work for.’

‘I couldn’t agree more, Sir,’ the Butler nods in agreement, his hands tucked neatly behind his back, ‘the Countess and Mr Sinclaire have been most generous and kind to us.’

‘Is that so?’ Without sparing his pretence a second thought, he replies through gritted teeth, his words laced with venom, ‘I am afraid that you have both left me in quite the predicament, Ms. Thompson.’

‘...We have?’

‘Oh yes,’ he ponders over to the dresser, his hand brazenly reaching for the decanter that lay atop the structure; he collects a glass from the cabinet before pouring himself a drink, being mindful as to refrain from causing any spillages. He takes a sip, the bittersweet aroma causing his nose to wrinkle as he turns his attention back to his present company. ‘You see, it was never my intent to pay you a visit,’ he sighs distastefully, taking a seat on a nearby armrest, ‘at least it was not until I overheard the rather heinous way you spoke about my sister and her husband.’

The housekeeper’s face grows pale, her mouth falling agape in surprise; she stumbles backwards, rapidly blinking as she is forced to process his words, as if disbelieving of what she has heard.

‘W-we never meant any harm -’

‘Whether or not your words were said out of spite is beside the point,’ he retorts with rashness, taking an authoritative step forward; he lifts the glass to his lips once more, taking a generous mouthful of the spirit, ‘you serve in the Countess’ household; your loyalty should lie with her ladyship.’

‘It does, Sir!’

‘Then may I ask why you took it upon yourselves to speak about the Countess and her husband in such a manner? To make such unfounded remarks about the father of the heir to Edgewater?’

The Butler and Housekeeper share a glance, their eyes filled with something too undistinguishable to convey. However, before they can ruminate a response, Harry interjects them, his voice thick with emotion.

‘I care not for your excuses,’ he closes his eyes momentarily, running a frustrated hand across his forehead, ‘but I would expect those in your positions to be more grateful and appreciative of working for a mistress as lovely and just as my sister.’ He glances over at his wife, his gaze softening as he bears witness to the sadness in her eyes. He greets her with a sorrowful smile, reaching forward to place a comforting hand on her arm, his anger quickly bubbling into resolve as he shifts his attention back to the others.

‘I will not tell Mr Sinclaire what has transpired here today.’

‘You are not going to say anything?’

He shakes his head slowly, his movement devoid of strength or willingness to continue the fight. The housekeeper takes this as her opportunity to close the distance, her expression alight with relief as she gasps in delight, the intonation in her voice accompanied by excitement and half-hearted gratitude.

‘Oh, thank you, Sir! We are ever so thankful for this chance to -’

‘I am not doing this for you,’ he interjects, his breath hitching slightly in his throat as he thinks back on the reason for his visit, ‘I am doing this for my sister…and for the man that she chose to marry.’ He exhales sharply, his emotions having taken more of a toll on his composure than he had initially thought. ‘Mr Sinclaire has already lost one wife during childbirth, and now he is faced with the possibility that his second may succumb to the same fate; that his daughter may have to grow up in a world without her mother, a similar path to which young Percival has had to travel once before.’ He clears his throat before continuing, his train of thought travelling back to his nephew. ‘That child has been through enough already, as has Mr Sinclaire, and I am not about to let your loose words affect them so.’

He places his tumbler on the table, the rim of the glass trembling from the forcefulness of the impact. ‘Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere more important to be.’ He tips his head in farewell, making swift work of the door before stepping out into the corridor, his final parting words rendering both parties speechless as he ponders over to the staircase. Teresa walks beside him, her footsteps light and bouncy as she matches his bearing.

‘You did very well.’

‘I did not do enough,’ he shakes his head in disbelief, running a tired hand across his face before collecting his chin in his palm. ‘They deserved so much more than a simple telling off.’

‘That may be true, but we are not here for them,’ she entwines her fingers with his, ghosting his knuckles with the pad of her thumb, ‘we are here for your sister, and that is where our attention and focus must now reside.’

The sincerity in her voice causes him to pause, the corner of his mouth curving into a wistful smile before he turns to look at her, his next few words spoken with cherishment and adoration.

‘I could not have said it better myself.’

[breezespren]

Creatures of the sea crept from the depths to fly among the clouds. How did this change the world? What is different now?

When the world changed so drastically as it did back in 2142, the only people that seemed to know what to do about it were the huge retail corporations. Mass-producing companies began producing raincoats and galoshes in every color and pattern. Umbrellas were suddenly “Buy 1, get 3 free.” Every Joe on the block was making new head coverings, umbrella hats, tarp coverings, and more, hoping to have a million-dollar idea. The only person with an idea worth any money was my boss, Frank Sutton.

Well, technically, Teresa is my boss, now that Frank is the CEO of his company, Detritus Disinfectant. I’m not angry that my best friend left me to go swim in money in New Kansas City, the money capital of the world. He could’ve taken me with him, but he didn’t. He took that stupid blonde, Goldi. (Yes, she’s the type to purposefully change her y to an i to be unique. Gross.)

Alright. So, I’m a little salty. Not surprising when whales, tuna, and other creatures of the deep are swimming through the clouds above me. With the salt of the sea falling from the heavens, nobody would be surprised if I was covered in it.

An orange octopus slunk across my foot as I sat on the curb. Though the squishy creatures could fly now, like every other sea animal, the octopuses continued to hide in crevices anywhere and everywhere, just now on land.

I wiggled my foot, trying to shoo the thing away, but the octopus stayed stuck to my shoe.

“Come on, little guy. I have to get back to work.” I poked one of the eight tentacles with my spray nozzle. “Come on!”

Instead of slinking off, the orange octopus wrapped its tentacles around my ankle, squeezing tightly.

Great, I thought. Frank, this is your fault. I know it is.

Ignoring the octopus on my leg, I stood, stretching my arms. I picked up my cleaning bag and returned to the yard I was working on. It was one of many suburban homes that probably looked quaint, hospitable, and lovely back in its prime. Now, the cleared walkway to the door was at odds with the mucked-up grass and bushes. Fish poo and decomposing cephalopods covered the yard, obstructing any beauty that once might have been there.

“Alright, little fella,” I said to the octopus. “Let’s get started on the bushes next.”

Normally, the smell outside would be unbearable. But people knew now to wear face masks in addition to their raincoats and hats. Unfortunately, stores didn’t plan for this. After the first week of fish in the sky, everyone was going through their grandma’s keepsakes, hoping to find a face covering from the 2020 pandemic.

Luckily for me, I didn’t have to juggle a face mask, raincoat, galoshes, cleaning bag, and an octopus. With Franks’s revolutionary cleaning bag, he also gave us our goop suits. Well, they’re really just glorified hazmat suits, but when Frank told me about them, he called them goop suits, “To keep out all the goop!”

My work on the bushes was slow. Not because of the octopus or that the bushes were hard to clean, I just wasn’t in a hurry to clean poop today. Teresa or some other coworker would usually work with me, but with so many requests for our services coming in, we had to assign one person per request.

I, of course, didn’t mind working on my own. I didn’t have anyone making sure I followed the procedure correctly. They just wanted the jobs done at this point.

Just as I was finishing my third bush, I looked up to see a blue whale block the sun. Several more followed it, dipping up and down in imaginary waves. Their gray bellies were still dotted with barnacles from their time in the oceans.

I continued to clean the bushes, not giving the whales a second glance. When you’ve seen whales in the sky a thousand times before, there’s no need to keep gawking when one or a whole pod passes by.

I paused in my cleaning to clear the vacuum that was jammed. Sitting on the curb again, careful not to squish the octopus still attached to my leg, I unscrewed the vacuum tube, got the tube brush, and pushed all the gunk to the poop bag on my back. The cleaning bag was really just two packs combined into one: the poop bag and the water bag. Using both hands, cleaning the poop and decomposing fish was easy.

“Alright, Franklin.” Naming the octopus after my former friend seemed appropriate. “Maybe if we hurry with the rest of the yard we can prank call Frank just as he’s leaving the office.” With a skip in my step, I went back to work.

[realhousewives-fan]

Botgate: Assholes Will Always Be Assholes!

Although Bravo’s announcement wasn’t perfect, it’s clear that they support Garcelle Beauvais and her sons. 

Most of the housewives does too.

Erika Girardi and Diana Jenkins reposted Bravo’s announcement, like the rest of the women, but their comments underneath the post paints a different picture.

At this point, are there any redemption for these two? 

Dirty Diana has been the worst addition to the cast, and she won’t be asked back for another season.

Maybe it’s this inevitable end for Dirty Diana as a housewife that allows her to just be a self-righteous asshole.

After her comment about “black content creator” you would think that she would think twice before she posts anything on social media. But no…

Under this hateful comment she commented a heart emoji. A heart emoji!

There’s right and wrong. There’s no race card or fake wokeness in this case. 

There’s right and wrong – and what has been done to Garcelle’s son is WRONG!

And then there was this “fan” with the infuriating “whataboutism”, as if Erika’s son is a child. The dude is 28 years old!

Remember that Garcelle was – in Erika’s own words – the only one who reached out to her about her policeman son at the time this fan refers to.

This comment is therefore irrelevant, and Erika shouldn’t have reacted to it!

She should have posted her support and kept quiet, but no. She had to be an asshole about it.

The fact that Erika had cussed at Garcelle’s son earlier this season too isn’t helping. 

And now she wants to make this situation about herself too?

The Fox Force Four love to argue that Sutton Stracke always make it about herself, but what is Erika doing here?

And as if she didn’t have enough on her plate already!

How is it possible to root for someone like this?

I don’t want to see her win! I want to see her get what she deserves – because it’s infuriating to see someone who thinks the rules doesn’t apply to them.

Teresa Giudice is actually showing more compassion to the situation than Erika and Dirty Diana.

[filkyeahfilk]

Outside of our town, at the edge of the forest Two roads come together, they call it Fey Cross And there at the crossroads, away from the roadside There's an odd mound of granite all covered with moss

Oh, soft is the pillow, all green and inviting Sweet is the sound of a new faery tune But beware of the voices that call you to sleep there That call you to dream 'neath the light of the moon.

“Song of Fey Cross,” a warning song written by Gwen Knighton and performed by Three Weird Sisters (Gwen Knighton, Brenda Sutton, and Teresa Powell).

Lyrics available on their website.

[timeless-hollywood-classics]

Gene Eliza Tierney (November 19, 1920 – November 6, 1991) was an American film and stage actress. Acclaimed as a great beauty, she became established as a leading lady. Tierney was best known for her portrayal of the title character in the film Laura (1944), and was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actress for her performance as Ellen Berent Harland in Leave Her to Heaven (1945).

Tierney's other roles include Martha Strable Van Cleve in Heaven Can Wait (1943), Isabel Bradley Maturin in The Razor's Edge (1946), Lucy Muir in The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947), Ann Sutton in Whirlpool (1949), Maggie Carleton McNulty in The Mating Season (1951), and Anne Scott in The Left Hand of God (1955).

I Gene Eliza Tierney was born on November 19, 1920 in Brooklyn, New York, the daughter of Howard Sherwood Tierney and Belle Lavinia Taylor. She was named after a beloved uncle, who died young.[4][page needed] She had an elder brother, Howard Sherwood "Butch" Tierney Jr., and a younger sister, Patricia "Pat" Tierney. Their father was a successful insurance broker of Irish descent, their mother a former physical education instructor.[4][page needed]

Tierney was raised in Westport, Connecticut. She attended St. Margaret's School in Waterbury, Connecticut, and the Unquowa School in Fairfield. She published her first poem, entitled "Night", in the school magazine and wrote poetry occasionally throughout her life. Tierney played Jo in a student production of Little Women, based on the novel by Louisa May Alcott.

Tierney spent two years in Europe, attending Brillantmont International School in Lausanne, Switzerland, where she learned to speak fluent French. She returned to the US in 1938 and attended Miss Porter's School in Farmington, Connecticut. On a family trip to the West Coast, she visited Warner Bros. studios, where a cousin worked as a producer of historical short films. Director Anatole Litvak, taken by the 17-year-old's beauty, told Tierney that she should become an actress. Warner Bros. wanted to sign her to a contract, but her parents advised against it because of the relatively low salary; they also wanted her to take her position in society.

Tierney's society debut occurred on September 24, 1938, when she was 17 years old. page needed] Soon bored with society life, she decided to pursue an acting career. Her father said, "If Gene is to be an actress, it should be in the legitimate theatre." Tierney studied acting at a small Greenwich Village acting studio in New York with Yiddish and Broadway actor/director Benno Schneider. She became a protégée of Broadway producer-director George Abbott.

In Tierney's first role on Broadway, she carried a bucket of water across the stage in What a Life! (1938). A Variety magazine critic declared, "Miss Tierney is certainly the most beautiful water carrier I've ever seen!" She also worked as an understudy in The Primrose Path (1938).

The following year, she appeared in the role of Molly O'Day in the Broadway production Mrs. O'Brien Entertains (1939). The New York Times critic Brooks Atkinson wrote, "As an Irish maiden fresh from the old country, Gene Tierney in her first stage performance is very pretty and refreshingly modest." That same year, Tierney appeared as Peggy Carr in Ring Two (1939) to favorable reviews. Theater critic Richard Watts Jr. of the New York Herald Tribune wrote, "I see no reason why Miss Tierney should not have an interesting theatrical career – that is, if cinema does not kidnap her away."

Tierney's father set up a corporation, Belle-Tier, to fund and promote her acting career. Columbia Pictures signed her to a six-month contract in 1939. She met Howard Hughes, who tried unsuccessfully to seduce her. From a well-to-do family herself, she was not impressed by his wealth. Hughes eventually became a lifelong friend.

After a cameraman advised Tierney to lose a little weight, she wrote to Harper's Bazaar magazine for a diet, which she followed for the next 25 years. Tierney was initially offered the lead role in National Velvet, but production was delayed. page needed] When Columbia Pictures failed to find Tierney a project, she returned to Broadway and starred as Patricia Stanley to critical and commercial success in The Male Animal (1940). In The New York Times, Brooks Atkinson wrote, "Tierney blazes with animation in the best performance she has yet given". She was the toast of Broadway before her 20th birthday. The Male Animal was a hit, and Tierney was featured in Life magazine. She was also photographed by Harper's Bazaar, Vogue, and Collier's Weekly.

Two weeks after The Male Animal opened, Darryl F. Zanuck, the head of 20th Century Fox, was rumored to have been in the audience. During the performance, he told an assistant to note Tierney's name. Later that night, Zanuck dropped by the Stork Club, where he saw a young lady on the dance floor. He told his assistant, "Forget the girl from the play. See if you can sign that one." It was Tierney. At first, Zanuck did not think she was the actress he had seen. Tierney was quoted (after the fact), saying: "I always had several different 'looks', a quality that proved useful in my career."

Tierney signed with 20th Century-Fox[4][page needed] and her motion picture debut was in a supporting role as Eleanor Stone in Fritz Lang's western The Return of Frank James (1940), opposite Henry Fonda.

A small role as Barbara Hall followed in Hudson's Bay (1941) with Paul Muni and she co-starred as Ellie Mae Lester in John Ford's comedy Tobacco Road (also 1941), and played the title role in Belle Starr alongside co-star Randolph Scott, Zia in Sundown, and Victoria Charteris (Poppy Smith) in The Shanghai Gesture. She played Eve in Son of Fury: The Story of Benjamin Blake (1942), as well as the dual role of Susan Miller (Linda Worthington) in Rouben Mamoulian's screwball comedy Rings on Her Fingers, and roles as Kay Saunders in Thunder Birds, and Miss Young in China Girl (all 1942).

Receiving top billing in Ernst Lubitsch's comedy Heaven Can Wait (1943), as Martha Strable Van Cleve, signaled an upward turn in Tierney's career. Tierney recalled during the production of Heaven Can Wait:

Lubitsch was a tyrant on the set, the most demanding of directors. After one scene, which took from noon until five to get, I was almost in tears from listening to Lubitsch shout at me. The next day I sought him out, looked him in the eye, and said, 'Mr. Lubitsch, I'm willing to do my best but I just can't go on working on this picture if you're going to keep shouting at me.' 'I'm paid to shout at you', he bellowed. 'Yes', I said, 'and I'm paid to take it – but not enough.' After a tense pause, Lubitsch broke out laughing. From then on we got along famously.

Tierney starred in what became her best-remembered role: the title role in Otto Preminger's film noir Laura (1944), opposite Dana Andrews. After playing Tina Tomasino in A Bell for Adano (1945), she played the jealous, narcissistic femme fatale Ellen Berent Harland in Leave Her to Heaven (1945), adapted from a best selling novel by Ben Ames Williams. Appearing with Cornel Wilde, Tierney won an Academy Award nomination for Best Actress. This was 20th Century-Fox' most successful film of the 1940s. It was cited by director Martin Scorsese as one of his favorite films of all time, and he assessed Tierney as one of the most underrated actresses of the Golden Era.

Tierney then starred as Miranda Wells in Dragonwyck (1946), along with Walter Huston and Vincent Price. It was Joseph L. Mankiewicz' debut film as a director, In the same period, she starred as Isabel Bradley, opposite Tyrone Power, in The Razor's Edge (also 1946), an adaptation of W. Somerset Maugham's novel of the same name. Her performance was critically praised.

Tierney played Lucy Muir in Mankiewicz's The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947), opposite Rex Harrison. The following year, she co-starred again with Power, this time as Sara Farley in the successful screwball comedy That Wonderful Urge (1948). As the decade came to a close, Tierney reunited with Laura director Preminger to star as Ann Sutton in the classic film noir Whirlpool (1949), co-starring Richard Conte and José Ferrer. She appeared in two other film noirs: Jules Dassin's Night and the City, shot in London, and Otto Preminger's Where the Sidewalk Ends (both 1950), reunited with both Preminger and leading man Dana Andrews, who she appeared with in five movies total.

Tierney was loaned to Paramount Pictures, giving a comic turn as Maggie Carleton in Mitchell Leisen's ensemble farce, The Mating Season (1951), with John Lund, Thelma Ritter, and Miriam Hopkins. She gave a tender performance as Midge Sheridan in the Warner Bros. film, Close to My Heart (1951), with Ray Milland. The film is about a couple trying to adopt a child. Later in her career, she was reunited with Milland in Daughter of the Mind (1969).

After Tierney appeared opposite Rory Calhoun as Teresa in Way of a Gaucho (1952), her contract at 20th Century-Fox expired. That same year, she starred as Dorothy Bradford in Plymouth Adventure, opposite Spencer Tracy at MGM. She and Tracy had a brief affair during this time.[10] Tierney played Marya Lamarkina opposite Clark Gable in Never Let Me Go (1953), filmed in England.

In the course of the 1940s, she reached a pinnacle of fame as a beautiful leading lady, on a par with "fellow sirens Rita Hayworth, Lana Turner and Ava Gardner". She was "called the most beautiful woman in movie history" and many of her movies in the 1940s became classic films.

Tierney remained in Europe to play Kay Barlow in United Artists' Personal Affair (1953). While in Europe, she began a romance with Prince Aly Khan, but their marriage plans met with fierce opposition from his father Aga Khan III. Early in 1953, Tierney returned to the U.S. to co-star in the film noir Black Widow (1954) as Iris Denver, with Ginger Rogers and Van Heflin.

Tierney had reportedly started smoking after a screening of her first movie to lower her voice, because she felt, "I sound like an angry Minnie Mouse." She subsequently became a heavy smoker.

With difficult events in her personal life, Tierney struggled for years with episodes of manic depression. In 1943, she gave birth to a daughter, Daria, who was deaf and mentally disabled, the result of a fan breaking a rubella quarantine and infecting the pregnant Tierney while she volunteered at the Hollywood Canteen. In 1953, she suffered problems with concentration, which affected her film appearances. She dropped out of Mogambo and was replaced by Grace Kelly.[4][page needed] While playing Anne Scott in The Left Hand of God (1955), opposite Humphrey Bogart, Tierney became ill. Bogart's sister Frances (known as Pat) had suffered from mental illness, so he showed Tierney great sympathy, feeding her lines during the production and encouraging her to seek help.

Tierney consulted a psychiatrist and was admitted to Harkness Pavilion in New York. Later, she went to the Institute of Living in Hartford, Connecticut. After some 27 shock treatments, intended to alleviate severe depression, Tierney fled the facility, but was caught and returned. She later became an outspoken opponent of shock treatment therapy, claiming it had destroyed significant portions of her memory.

In late December 1957, Tierney, from her mother's apartment in Manhattan, stepped onto a ledge 14 stories above ground and remained for about 20 minutes in what was considered a suicide attempt. Police were called, and afterwards Tierney's family arranged for her to be admitted to the Menninger Clinic in Topeka, Kansas. The following year, after treatment for depression, she was discharged. Afterwards, she worked as a sales girl in a local dress shop with hopes of integrating back into society, but she was recognized by a customer, resulting in sensational newspaper headlines.

Later in 1958, 20th Century-Fox offered Tierney a lead role in Holiday for Lovers (1959), but the stress upon her proved too great, so only days into production, she dropped out of the film and returned to Menninger for a time.

Tierney made a screen comeback in Advise and Consent (1962), co-starring with Franchot Tone and reuniting with director Otto Preminger.[4][page needed] Soon afterwards, she played Albertine Prine in Toys in the Attic (1963), based on the play by Lillian Hellman. This was followed by the international production of Las cuatro noches de la luna llena, (Four Nights of the Full Moon - 1963), in which she starred with Dan Dailey. She received critical praise overall for her performances.

Tierney's career as a solid character actress seemed to be back on track as she played Jane Barton in The Pleasure Seekers (1964), but then she suddenly retired. She returned to star in the television movie Daughter of the Mind (1969) with Don Murray and Ray Milland. Her final performance was in the TV miniseries Scruples (1980).

Tierney married two men: the first was Oleg Cassini, a costume and fashion designer, on June 1, 1941, with whom she eloped. She was 20 years old. Her parents opposed the marriage, as he was from a Russian-Italian family and born in France. She had two daughters, Antoinette Daria Cassini (October 15, 1943 – September 11, 2010) and Christina "Tina" Cassini (November 19, 1948 – March 31, 2015).

In June 1943, while pregnant with Daria, Tierney contracted rubella (German measles), likely from a fan ill with the disease. Antoinette Daria Cassini was born prematurely in Washington, DC, weighing three pounds, two ounces (1.42 kg) and requiring a total blood transfusion. The rubella caused congenital damage: Daria was deaf, partially blind with cataracts, and severely mentally disabled. She was institutionalized for much of her life. This entire incident was inspiration for a plot point in the 1962 Agatha Christie novel The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side.

It is claimed that she had an affair with Mohammad Reza Shah of Iran during the late 1940s.

Tierney's friend Howard Hughes paid for Daria's medical expenses, ensuring the girl received the best care. Tierney never forgot his acts of kindness. Daria Cassini died in 2010, at the age of 66.

Tierney and Cassini separated October 20, 1946, and entered into a property settlement agreement on November 10. Periodicals during this period record Tierney with Charles K. Feldman, including articles related to her "twosoming" with Feldman, her "current best beau". The divorce was to be finalized in March 1948, but they reconciled before then.

During their separation, Tierney met John F. Kennedy, a young World War II veteran, who was visiting the set of Dragonwyck in 1946. They began a romance that she ended the following year after Kennedy told her he could never marry her because of his political ambitions. In 1960, Tierney sent Kennedy a note of congratulations on his victory in the presidential election. During this time, newspapers documented Tierney's other romantic relationships, including Kirk Douglas.

While filming for Personal Affair in Europe, she began a romance with Prince Aly Khan. They became engaged in 1952, while Khan was going through a divorce from Rita Hayworth. Their marriage plans, however, met with fierce opposition from his father, Aga Khan III.

Cassini later bequeathed $500,000 in trust to Daria and $1,000,000 to Christina. Cassini and Tierney remained friends until her death in November 1991.

In 1958, Tierney met Texas oil baron W. Howard Lee, who had been married to actress Hedy Lamarr since 1953. Lee and Lamarr divorced in 1960 after a long battle over alimony, then Lee and Tierney married in Aspen, Colorado, on July 11, 1960. They lived quietly in Houston, Texas, and Delray Beach, Florida until his death in 1981.

Despite her self-imposed exile in Texas, Tierney received work offers from Hollywood, prompting her to a comeback. She appeared in a November 1960 broadcast of General Electric Theater, during which time she discovered that she was pregnant. Shortly after, 20th Century Fox announced Tierney would play the lead role in Return to Peyton Place, but she withdrew from the production after suffering a miscarriage.

Tierney's autobiography, Self-Portrait, in which she candidly discusses her life, career, and mental illness, was published in 1979.

Tierney's second husband, W. Howard Lee, died on February 17, 1981 after a long illness.[24]

In 1986, Tierney was honored alongside actor Gregory Peck with the first Donostia Lifetime Achievement Award at the San Sebastian Film Festival in Spain.

Tierney has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6125 Hollywood Boulevard.

Tierney died of emphysema on November 6, 1991, in Houston, thirteen days before her 71st birthday. She is interred in Glenwood Cemetery in Houston.

Certain documents of Tierney's film-related material, personal papers, letters, etc., are held in the Wesleyan University Cinema Archives, though her papers are closed to the public.