#the two mrs. carrolls

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Barbara Stanwyck in The Two Mrs. Carrolls (1947) dir. Peter Godfrey

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BARBARA STANWYCK in THE TWO MRS. CARROLLS (1947) dir. Peter Godfrey

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The Two Mrs. Carrolls | Peter Godfrey | 1947

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You can split me in two any day Mr Carroll. 😮‍💨

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Summaries under the cut

Emily by L. M. Montgomery

Emily Starr never knew what it was to be lonely—until her beloved father died. Now Emily's an orphan, and her mother's snobbish relatives are taking her to live with them at New Moon Farm. She's sure she won't be happy. Emily deals with stiff, stern Aunt Elizabeth and her malicious classmates by holding her head high and using her quick wit. Things begin to change when she makes friends: with Teddy, who does marvelous drawings; with Perry, who's sailed all over the world with his father yet has never been to school; and above all, with Ilse, a tomboy with a blazing temper. Amazingly, Emily finds New Moon beautiful and fascinating. With new friends and adventures, Emily might someday think of herself as Emily of New Moon.

Savvy by Ingrid Law

For generations, the Beaumont family has harbored a magical secret. They each possess a "savvy" -a special supernatural power that strikes when they turn thirteen. Grandpa Bomba moves mountains, her older brothers create hurricanes and spark electricity . . . and now it's the eve of Mibs's big day.

As if waiting weren't hard enough, the family gets scary news two days before Mibs's birthday: Poppa has been in a terrible accident. Mibs develops the singular mission to get to the hospital and prove that her new power can save her dad. So she sneaks onto a salesman's bus . . . only to find the bus heading in the opposite direction. Suddenly Mibs finds herself on an unforgettable odyssey that will force her to make sense of growing up-and of other people, who might also have a few secrets hidden just beneath the skin.

The Last Apprentice by Joseph Delaney

Thomas Ward is the seventh son of a seventh son and has been apprenticed to the local Spook. The job is hard, the Spook is distant and many apprentices have failed before Thomas. Somehow Thomas must learn how to exorcise ghosts, contain witches and bind boggarts. But when he is tricked into freeing Mother Malkin, the most evil witch in the County, the horror begins...

The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg

How has Mrs. Olinski chosen her sixth-grade Academic Bowl team? She had a number of answers. But were any of them true? How had she really chosen Noah and Nadia and Ethan and Julian? And why did they make such a good team? It was a surprise to a lot of people when Mrs. Olinski's team won the sixth-grade Academic Bowl contest at Epiphany Middle School. It was an even bigger surprise when they beat the seventh grade and the eighth grade, too. And when they went on to even greater victories, everyone began to ask: How did it happen?

It happened at least partly because Noah had been the best man (quite by accident) at the wedding of Ethan's grandmother and Nadia's grandfather. It happened because Nadia discovered that she could not let a lot of baby turtles die. It happened when Ethan could not let Julian face disaster alone. And it happened because Julian valued something important in himself and saw in the other three something he also valued.

Mrs. Olinski, returning to teaching after having been injured in an automobile accident, found that her Academic Bowl team became her answer to finding confidence and success. What she did not know, at least at first, was that her team knew more than she did the answer to why they had been chosen.

The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor

When Alyss Heart, newly orphaned heir to the Wonderland throne, flees through the Pool of Tears to escape her murderous Aunt Redd, she finds herself lost and alone in Victorian London. Befriended by an aspiring author named Lewis Carrol, Alyss tells the violent, heartbreaking story of her young life. Alyss trusts this author to tell the truth so that someone, somewhere will find her and bring her home. But he gets the story all wrong. He even spells her name incorrectly!

Fortunately, Royal Bodyguard Hatter Madigan knows all too well the awful truth of Alyss' story - and he's searching every corner of our world to find the lost princess and return her to Wonderland, to battle Redd for her rightful place as the Queen of Hearts.

Misty by Marguerite Henry

"You'll never catch the Phantom," says Grandpa. "That horse is fast as the wind. She's escaped from every roundup on the island!" But Paul and Maureen want the beautiful wild mare for their very own. "I'm going to capture her myself," says Paul.

When Paul finally overtakes the Phantom, he makes a surprising discovery. Running at her side is a brand-new, silvery-gray colt - Misty!

East by Edith Pattou

Rose has always been different.

Since the day she was born, it was clear she had a special fate. Her superstitious mother keeps the unusual circumstances of Rose's birth a secret, hoping to prevent her adventurous daughter from leaving home... but she can't suppress Rose's true nature forever.

So when an enormous white bear shows up one cold autumn evening and asks teenage Rose to come away with it--in exchange for health and prosperity for her ailing family--she readily agrees.

Rose travels on the bear's broad back to a distant and empty castle, where she is nightly joined by a mysterious stranger. In discovering his identity, she loses her heart-- and finds her purpose--and realizes her journey has only just begun.

The Midwife's Apprentice by Karen Cushman

The girl known only as Brat has no family, no home, and no future until she meets Jane the Midwife and becomes her apprentice. As she helps the sharp-tempered Jane deliver babies, Brat--who renames herself Alyce--gains knowledge, confidence, and the courage to want something from life: "A full belly, a contented heart, and a place in this world." Medieval village life makes a lively backdrop for the funny, poignant story of how Alyce gets what she wants.

Circle of Magic by Tamora Pierce

With her gift of weaving silk thread and creating light, Sandry is brought to the Winding Circle community. There she meets Briar, a former thief who has a way with plants; Daja, an outcast gifted at metalcraft; and Tris, whose connection with the weather unsettles everyone, including herself. At Winding Circle, the four misfits are taught how to use their magic - and to trust one another. But then disaster strikes their new home. Can Sandry weave together four kinds of magical power and save herself, her friends, and the one place where they've ever been accepted?

Catherine, Called Birdy by Karen Cushman

Catherine feels trapped. Her father is determined to marry her off to a rich man--any rich man, no matter how awful.

But by wit, trickery, and luck, Catherine manages to send several would-be husbands packing. Then a shaggy-bearded suitor from the north comes to call--by far the oldest, ugliest, most revolting suitor of them all.

Unfortunately, he is also the richest.

Can a sharp-tongued, high-spirited, clever young maiden with a mind of her own actually lose the battle against an ill-mannered, piglike lord and an unimaginative, greedy toad of a father?

Deus! Not if Catherine has anything to say about it!

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Memorandum of Conference with the President

Collection DDE-WHOSS: White House Office, Office of the Staff Secretary: Records of Paul T. Carroll, Andrew J. Goodpaster, L. Arthur Minnich, and Christopher H. RussellSeries: Alphabetical Subject FilesFile Unit: Intelligence Matters (13)

TOP SECRET [stamped over] UNCLASSIFIED

October 30, 1959

MEMORANDUM OF CONFERENCE WITH THE PRESIDENT

October 26, 1959

Others present: Mr. Allen Dulles, General Goodpaster

Mr. Dulles came in to propose the conduct of a U-2 reconnaissance flight over a key area of northern European Russia.

The President said that, recognizing that there may be substantial intelligence values involved, there is a basic and broader question -- either the Soviets in the present circumstances would contemplate general warfare or they would not. If they would not, it does not seem necessary to him to conduct these searches for any missile sites they may have. In fact, it is in the nature of provocative pin-pricking, and it may give them the idea that we are seriously preparing plans to knock out their installations.

Mr. Dulles said that there is a high probability (about four to one) that weather will prevent the conduct of the flight. The time remaining, before the sun angle drops to low, is a matter of a couple of weeks. He said that the Defense Department has strongly urged the conduct of this mission.

The President reverted to his original point, saying that if we became convinced that we were going to get nowhere on our disarmament efforts, then he would be inclined to give approval to go ahead and do what we can to learn the location of their missile sites. He did not think we are in that position, however. Accordingly, he said he would talk to Secretary Herter about it but added that he is pretty unhappy about the suggestion and thinks that we are trying to do two incompatible things at once.

Mr. Herter later told me that he had spoken to the President about this, and in view of the President's reluctance had concurred in not conducting the exercise, which he had originally tended to favor. I spoke to the President who said he had decided against the operation. I so notified Mr. Bissell in CIA.

A.J. Goodpaster

[stamp] DECLASSIFIED E.O. 12356, SEC. 3.4 (b) MR 93-172#3 BY LK DATE 10/27/95

TOP SECRET

UNCLASSIFIED

[colleendoran]

The Secret Language of a Page of Chivalry: The Pre-Raphaelite Connection

Adapting Neil Gaiman’s Chivalry is a decades-long dream fulfilled. The story as text can be enjoyed on multiple levels, and so can the art. You look at the pages and see the pretty pictures, but the pictures also have meta-textual meaning. Knowing this secret language adds to the experience.

Some people pick up the references quickly, but I’ll share with you some more of what’s going on under the surface.

In Ye Olden Days of Art Making, most painters made pictures that contained visual narrative cues. Flowers in a picture might be heraldic signs that signaled political affiliations, or could indicate purity, anger, or love. Purple was the color of kings. A dog in a picture might represent faithfulness, and butterflies could represent the soul.

There are Pre-Raphaelite paintings with so many symbols and ideas in them that you need a deep working knowledge of Victorian and Edwardian social mores to understand what’s going on.

For example, Ford Madox Brown’s Work, a painting which took some 13 years to complete, was first exhibited in 1865 with a catalogue explaining all its symbols and elements. There is nothing in that picture that doesn’t mean something.

I brought some of that visual meta-textual sensibility to Chivalry, (and I’ve written about the symbolism and meanings in the work in other essays.)

I also brought into the work direct Pre-Raphaelite art references.

From 1868-1870, Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones created four paintings illuminating the tale of Pygmalion and Galatea, entitled Pygmalion and the Image, and wrote a poem with each line titling one painting:

The heart desires

The hand refrains

The godhead fires

The soul attains.

A perfect little poem for Chivalry, and I think of it often when some people present me with what I think is a very strange question: why didn’t Galaad just take the Holy Grail from Mrs. Whitaker?

It kind of breaks my heart that people would even ask that.

Burne-Jones painted two versions of this series of which this is the second.

In the first panel of this page, Sir Galaad kneeling before the Grail is derived from the figure of Pygmalion kneeling before Galatea: The Soul Attains.

Sir Galaad’s restraint even in the face of his greatest desire makes him worthy of his prize.

There are two Pre-Raphalite references in this page, the most obvious being in panel 2: it’s Sir John Everett Millais’s 1857 work A Dream of the Past: Sir Isumbras at the Ford.

The painting was very poorly received on first exhibition, compelling Millais to redo significant portions of it. It was caricatured and ridiculed, and then ended up becoming influential and popular, and isn’t that the way it goes.

That’s an art career in a nutshell, really.

The Sir Isumbras image also influenced John Tenniel’s illustrations for the Lewis Carroll Alice in Wonderland novels.

Sir Isumbras derives from a 13th century Medieval romance poem about a good knight whose pride causes him to fail in his Christian duty. He is presented with a series of difficult challenges before he can find happiness again, reunite with his family, and be forgiven his sins. The painting by Millais is based less explicitly on the poem than it is on a later parody of the poem. (It’s complicated.)

My using Sir Isumbras as the base for the shot of Galaad with the children is obvious here. In the Millais painting, Sir Isumbras carries a woodcutter’s children across the ford. In Chivalry, Sir Galaad carries the children of Mrs. Whitaker’s neighborhood down the street.

While Sir Isumbras spent many years learning humility and Christian duty, Galaad has a long quest to fulfill before he can achieve his goal. And on the way to that goal, he’s humble and nice to children, too.

That the Millais painting was such a huge influence on many a depiction of knighthood over the years made it a perfect reference point here, and the story behind both the painting and the poem give it further layers of meaning.

The next panel has a far less obvious reference, but the source is Arthur Hughes’s painting The Rescue.

Arthur Hughes is one of the lesser-known Pre-Raphaelites, but his art is widely seen and influential. He’s certainly been a big influence on me, as many of his paintings appear again and again in Arthuriana references, as he was a prolific King Arthur picture tale teller.

The Rescue (1907-1908) was originally part of a diptych which was separated and sold back in the 1920’s. His style was becoming unpopular by the time Hughes painted the work, and little is known about this work except that one panel was in the collection of Andrew Lloyd Webber at some point. Maybe still is. Dunno.

Anyway, the diptych depicts a little child kneeling in prayer menaced by a dragon in one panel, and in the next, safely trotting away with a knight on horseback. I like that this is a diptych, a kind of proto-comic art form common in medieval religious art, so this was perfect to use here.

Another reference to Arthur Hughes is in this double page splash from later in the book as Galaad on his quest encounters the Hesperides.

I didn’t set out to reference this Arthur Hughes piece at first, but it’s one of my favorite paintings. When I realized my sketches for this scene kept echoing the Hughes composition, I went with it. The Hughes painting of Galahad is one of the most famous depictions of the character, so it makes me happy to have this referenced in Chivalry.

Kindly ask for CHIVALRY, published by Dark Horse Comics in the USA and by Headline Books in the UK at your local comic shops or bookstore. Written by Neil Gaiman. Adaptation and art by me.

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HERE.

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Colleen Doran Illustrates Neil Gaiman will be a solo exhibit at the Society of Illustrators in New York City this spring. Watch this space for updates.

Have a wonderful holiday season.

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Here's their prompt!

I have always had an idea where Colin’s biggest threat for grabbing Penelope’s attention isn’t a suitor or Eloise.

No no no.

Colin’s biggest threat and nuisance is that he consistently have to fight a big ass dog (like a mastiff, cane corso, Saint Bernard, etc) that Penelope somehow convinced her mom to keep while in the countryside and is the very definition of a Velcro dog. It growls at any potential suitor that shows an interest in Penelope (it’s the reason why She doesn’t have suitors but Penelope is not aware of that).

For Colin, it does something worse. In the rare chance, that it is not next to Penelope, it will purposely move itself right next to/on top of Penelope so Colin cannot sit anywhere near her while it stares him down. This causes to Colin and the dog to race and wrestle one another to get to Penelope’s side with Colin losing 80% of the time and him glaring it down. Penelope thinks that they are playing and are getting along but is completely oblivious of the actual situation.

Tiny woman with a big ass dog. Classic.

Here's what I'm thinking.

So the Featheringtons were out in Ireland to visit Portia's brother, Mr. Finn Carroll, and his family. During their family visit one of the cousins introduced Penelope to the puppies their dog recently had. One of those puppies became attached to Penelope.

"Aw Portia look at that Penelope made a friend!" Finn said as he slid up next to his big sister.

"No," Portia immediately said.

Finn fully looked at Portia. "No?"

"No," Portia repeated. "Finn, I do not need a dog in my house."

"Oh, come on, Porshie!" Finn said, pulling out his puppy eyes and the childhood nickname. Tricks with a proven track record for him on getting what he wanted from his sister. "Let my niece have a puppy! You're already taking away her title as baby of the family!"

Portia sighed, rubbing her pregnant belly. "Finn, I am not dumb. We were both raised with an Irish Wolfhound. That dog will most likely get bigger than Penelope, and they're made for hunting large prey!"

"Yes, but you also know they make great companions!" Finn argued. "And doesn't Penelope need a friend?"

Portia will later blame her pregnancy brain, but when the Featheringtons went home, they brought a new puppy named Artemis with them.

Well, much like the goddess she was named after Artemis was a girl's dog and hated most men. She tolerated a few like the male staff, and she tolerated Lord Featherington on a good day. But most of the time, she stayed by Penelope's side.

"It is like she is sewn to your side," Felicity commented once as Artemis laid across both her and Penelope's laps.

Penelope laughs. "She just loves me."

Artemis barked in agreement.

At her full-grown height, Artemis was about the size of a small pony and was taller than any lord Penelope had ever seen if she stood on her hind legs. Artemis faithfully sticks by Penelope's side despite Portia's groans of dog hair in Penelope's dresses. Penelope only giggles when Artemis's response is to fully lay on her.

Artemis loves her life with Penelope and would only really change one thing. One tiny annoyance in her life.

That damn Colin Bridgerton. He's trying to take Penelope away from her! And he doesn't leave when she growls at him like the other men! He even growled back at her once!

The fool tries to race her too on the rare times she is not in her rightful place by Penelope's side. Why the fool thinks he'll win against her, she'll never know.

Today just so happened to be one of those days. Artemis was out in the park with her family. She was playing with Felicity and Penelope. The two girls throwing a ball attached to a string and having Artemis chase after it.

Artemis sniffed the air and stopped. She smelled Bridgertons. Looking around she spotted the family. Now the Bridgertons themselves weren't a bad thing, a few in particular she could do without and one wished was never around.

Well, it looks like today won't be the day Artemis's wish comes true. Just as she spots Colin Bridgerton he spots her as well. They stare at each other for a moment before both take off towards Penelope.

Artemis stared smugly at the Bridgerton as she once again claimed her prize of being next to her favorite human. Her head resting in Penelope's lap as Penelope pets her.

"One of these days Artemis I'm gonna beat you," Colin swore.

Penelope giggled. "It's so nice for you to play with Artemis Colin. I'm sure she loves racing with you."

Artemis turned her stare onto Penelope, headbutting her in the red head's torso. Playing? Absolutely not Penelope. Can't you see he's trying to steal you?

"You are coming to my family's country party? Colin asked Penelope.

Artemis stares back at Colin. Why hasn't he left yet? He's lost the race.

"Yes," Penelope replied.

Artemis huffed, leaning herself fully on Penelope. Going to Aubrey Hall meant a long carriage ride, AND Colin being around every waking moment. He was worse in the countryside where he had Penelope and Artemis trapped in his family home. Well at least Penelope won't be going to that bad smelling place she goes to ever few nights. Artemis hates when Penelope comes home smelling like that. To the point she almost considered getting Colin to go look for Penelope one night when the rest of the family. If only Penelope didn't lave her in charge of Felicity.

On the trip to Aubrey Hall, Artemis lay on the floor of the carriage by her family's feet. The rock of the carriage lulling her to sleep. At least with this trip, Artemis will have more space to run around temporarily before returning to London for another few months.

Another family was arriving as Artemis' own family were getting out of the carriage.

"Oh Portia!" The mother of the other family greeted Portia.

"Hello Mary," Portia said.

The older women started talking, meanwhile Penelope struck up a conversation with the older daughter.

"How are your first impressions of Aubrey Hall Kate?" Penelope asked.

Oh Artemis has heard of Kate. She likes Kate for how frustrated she makes Anthony. It's funny to watch when Artemis is visiting the Bridgertons with Penelope.

"H-hello."

Artemis looked around before feeling the wet nose of another dog boop against her leg.

Looking down, Artemis saw the smallest dog in her life. Was it a dog? It smelled like one, but how is a dog this small?

The smaller dog stared at Artemis. "I'm Newton! Newton Sharma!"

Oh this is Kate's dog.

"Artemis Featherington," Artemis said. Bowing her head a little so she wasn't towering over the smaller dog.

Newton began to tap his two front feet. Was he nervous? Artemis laid down to be at a more even eye level with him. "Perhaps this will be better to talk?"

Newton lets out a little yelp, one of excitement and moves closer. "Yes! Have you been here before?"

Artemis nods. "Many times. How are you dealing with your interloping Bridgerton?"

"You mean the Viscount?" Newton asked. Newton moved his head a little. "Well, I did knock him into the Thames the other day."

Artemis barked out a laugh. "I'll have to remember that the next time Colin races me near it."

Newton's feet did a few quick taps. Did he have to go? Artemis wondered if she should ask him if he needs privacy.

Before she could Artemis caught a movement out of the corner of her eye.

Artemis let out a whine. Oh great Colin has made his appearance and he has that mischief making smirk of his directed at her.

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Hey! I was just wondering if you have any ideas of how I can display the fact that a character has aged (not necessarily from adult to elder but just in general) without describing appearance. I’ve tried searching it up but they never really want into detail or they simply advised on changing the character slightly as in giving them old fashioned hobbies. I’m sorry if this has already been answered or does not simply have a direct way and must be decided by the author. Again I am very sorry if this has already been asked I really don’t mind if you either direct me to the answer or copy and paste it if so :)

Showing a Character Has Aged

When it comes to illustrating that someone has aged, you basically have four choices: describe physical characteristics that illustrate age, describe physical activities that illustrate age, indicate the passage of time, flat-out state that the character has aged.

The problem is that aging isn't a wildly specific thing. People don't take on certain physical characteristics, appearance, or activities at exactly the same age. While there are certainly some activities and behaviors that are broadly specific to age categories, age is not accurately defined by behavior, thought process, personality, etc.

If I say, "The last time I'd seen my nephew he was barely crawling, and now he was not just walking, but climbing on everything..." that's a pretty good indicator that this child has aged. But how much? Because babies don't all learn to crawl at the exact same age, or learn to walk at the exact same age for that matter. Some babies skip crawling and go straight to walking. Other babies seem like they'll never go from crawling to walking and suddenly do. This child could be two weeks older than last time or two years older. It isn't clear at all.

Complicating things is the fact that physical appearance is also not a good indicator of age. I mean... as I've pointed out in the past, Paul. Rudd:

Carrol O'Connor (on the left) is the same age in that photo as Paul Rudd is in the photo on the right (both are early 50s here). And while things like hairstyle and fashion do have an impact on how we view someone's age, some people just get wrinkles/gray hair/gain weight/lose muscle tone sooner or later than others.

And, the advice to "give them old-fashioned hobbies" is terrible. "Old-fashioned hobbies"? What, like candle-making and churning butter? What does that even mean? Maybe these people view hobbies like knitting, stamp collecting, and wood-working as "old-fashioned," but I guarantee those are hobbies that are broadly enjoyed by young people to this day.

If I write, "She sat on the couch lovingly knitting a sweater," that tells me nothing about her actual age because:

And, again, the woman on the left could be sixteen or thirty-five, and the woman on the right could be sixty-two or eighty-six.

So, outside of flat out stating that a character has aged, your best bet is to use a combination of these methods to get the point across...

"It had been over ten years since I last saw Mr. Smith. At the time, he'd recently returned from hiking in the Alps. Now he was hunched over a walker, his formerly salt-and-pepper hair now stark white. The deep grooves that had once made his face look handsome and worldly now made him look wizened and tired."

Between stating the amount of time that has passed (over ten years), physical activities (hunched over a walker vs hiking in the alps), and physical appearance (white hair and tired wrinkles vs salt-and-pepper hair and handsome lines), it is very clear that Mr. Smith has aged quite a bit in the decade since the POV character last saw them.

I hope that helps!

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Bungou Stray Dogs Original Abilities

I made the following abilities for Bungou Stray Dogs that are free to use with credit. The name of the abilities are mainly based off of the titles from the works of authors and poets.

Last Update: 25/08/24

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The Snake Song by R. K. Narayan: This ability allows the user to transform into a huge serpent. They gain all the characteristics and abilities of one, enhanced to a somewhat supernatural degree. The user can also grow and shrink as per their will in this form, from the size of a normal snake to the size of a two-and-a-half storey building.

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell: This ability allows the user to manipulate their shadow to do their bidding. The strength of the shadow depends on the intensity of light around it i.e. more the light, the stronger the shadow. If more than one shadow is formed by a light source, the user can control all of them at once. However, the attacks will be much weaker as the ability will be split between several shadows.

A Living God by Yakumo Koizumi (born Lafcadio Hearn): This ability allows the user to bring their echo to life. They can use it to relay messages and find hiding spots of specific targets by their will for up to thirty minutes at a time. However, this ability can work only in a closed rooms with hard walls.

War and Peace by Lev Tolstoy: This ability allows the user to induce either positive or negative feelings in its targets. They can induce a sense of violent rage which can suppress the affected person’s thoughts and cause them to blindly attack others as well as induce a sense of peace that replaces the rage with bliss and serenity. However, this ability can work only in a limited area and the user’s mind may divide to handle the opposing forces.

There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale: This ability allows the user to converse with the flora and fauna environment to the point of convincing them to act as personal messengers and spies. However, since the user has such a strong connection to nature, dangerous and unstable situations like violent conflicts can cause a lot of mental anguish.

Daffodils by William Wordsworth: This ability allows the user to induce a sense of blissful peace into anyone they touch after activation. While it is useful for calming people down, it can also be used to hypnotise people into a state of such penetrating ecstasy that not only does it render them completely ignorant to their surroundings but causes the victim to experience intense desperation and need to feel that kind of serenity for days after breaking out of it.

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carrol: This ability allows the user to transport anyone they touch into a pocket dimension called Wonderland upon activation. It is frequented by characters such as the Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter etc. who take on absurd forms and try to keep the target inside Wonderland by the means of bizarre requests. However, the target can escape by ignoring the characters’ demands and finding the exit. This ability is quite similar to Lucy’s.

‘The Scottish Play’ by William Shakespeare: This ability allows the user to imbue anyone with misfortune if anyone except themselves whisper the name ‘Macbeth’. The user has no control over what the misfortune is or when it will happen as the ability only assures them that it will happen with certainty. They may also revoke the curse by uttering the words, ‘fair is foul, and foul is fair’.

Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl: This ability allows the user to manifest a fox-like phantom which can steal any object the user tells it to do so but on the condition that the stolen object is used to help someone.

Vasilisa the Beautiful by Alexander Afanasyev: This ability allows the user to call upon a magical doll named Vasilisa to aid them in various tasks. Vasilisa can perform simple actions such as scouting, delivering items or providing advice. She can also heal minor wounds or provide temporary boosts to skills, adding to her role as a helpful and protective companion.

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BARBARA STANWYCK as Sally Morton Carroll in THE TWO MRS. CARROLLS (1947) dir. Peter Godfrey

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The Two Mrs. Carrolls | Peter Godfrey | 1947

Barbara Stanwyck, Humphrey Bogart

[tomorrowusa]

Right now is the time to get involved in the defeat of America's most dangerous enemy since the Cold War.

The traditional election season, starting on Labor Day, is a thing of the distant political past. And considering the magnitude of the threat to democracy, even waiting for the end of the primary season may be too late.

The worst president in our history is, arguably, stronger within the leadership ranks of the Republican Party than he has ever been. He is now the most dangerous presidential candidate in U.S. history. As a consequence, the great question before the rest of us is whether enough of us are ready to do whatever is necessary to defeat this threat as we have all those that have come before. Sadly, there is reason to believe that this time we may not meet the challenge. Right now, Donald Trump is one of two people who could be our next president. The race, at the moment, between him and President Joe Biden, is too close to call.

The people with their heads up their ass over Biden's age are either hypocrites or dissemblers. On Inauguration Day 2025, Donald Trump will be 95.66% of Joe Biden's age. And Trump will also be older in January of 2025 than Biden was upon assuming office in 2021. Biden may have a lifelong stutter but he is still grounded in reality in a way the narcissistic nepo baby Donald Trump never was.

Joe Biden by any objective metric has been one of the most successful presidents in modern U.S. history. He has led the creation of more major legislative initiatives benefiting the American people than any president in 60 years. He oversaw the creation of more than 14 million jobs during his first three years in office. He has brought down inflation and reduced the prices of vital medicines to affordable levels. He has restored American leadership worldwide, expanded our vital alliances like NATO, and stood up to our enemies. All presidents face challenges and make missteps. But it is hard to deny that in the wake of the U.S. economic recovery, the passage of the American Rescue Plan, the Bipartisan Infrastructure Bill, the CHIPs and Science Act, and the Inflation Reduction Act, the expansion of NATO, and the creation of new Indo-Pacific alliances, Biden’s record is formidable. That a president with this record is in a horse race with a candidate who is a menace to the country, who led an insurrection, who is a pathological liar whom courts have found to be a fraud and a rapist, and who has no real ideas, no credible policy proposals, no record of actually ever achieving anything for the American people is chilling.

In normal times, over 40% of US voters would NOT pick a notorious sex offender for president. But these are not normal times.

You would have thought that the sight of mobs carrying Trump flags and weapons and chanting for the death of Vice President Mike Pence on January 6, 2021, would have been alarm enough. You would have thought the same of Trump’s Access Hollywood tape, in which he confessed his impulse to abuse women. You would have thought the two dozen women who accused him of abuse would have had that effect. Even if none of those things were quite warning enough, you would have thought the findings in the E. Jean Carroll case would have been enough. After all, respected federal judge Lew Kaplan wrote, “The fact that Mr. Trump sexually abused—indeed, raped—Ms. Carroll has been conclusively established and is binding in this case.” It should have been enough. But so far, it has not been.

And who would have thought that the party of Ronald Reagan is now led by a stooge of the Evil Empire?

You would have thought that Trump reaching out on national television to our Russian adversaries for aid during the 2016 campaign would have been enough. You would have thought the conclusive findings of every major U.S. intelligence agency that Russia sought to aid Trump’s campaign would have been enough. You would have thought that Robert Mueller’s finding 10 instances of possible obstruction of justice by Trump would have been enough. You would have thought Trump kowtowing to Vladimir Putin and taking his word over that of our intelligence and law enforcement communities would have been enough. You would have thought his illegally withholding aid to Ukraine to seek dirt on Joe Biden would have been enough. You would have thought his impeachment for that would have been enough.

Are you willing to spend more time and money than in previous election cycles to end a major threat to Western democracy and to undermine homegrown fascism for at least the rest of this decade?

So, ask yourself, is that enough to make you do more than you have done? Is that enough to commit for the next 10 months to do more than you have ever done during an election year? To give more? To canvas more? To spread the word more? To help get voters to the polls? To ensure every member of your family, your friends, your co-workers do the same? The stakes are too high to do less than everything you can.

I rarely quote Margaret Thatcher and would probably disagree with at least 90% of her views. But she did know something about winning elections and combating the USSR. If she was good for just one thing, it's for this observation in a speech made in her retirement.

[N]o battles are ever finally won; you have to go on winning them by example and by being prepared to defend your way of life against those who would attack it.

If we learn just one thing from the Trump threat, it's that we can never rest on our past laurels. A slacker democracy is one which will not outlast a determined demagogue.

Civic involvement by pro-democracy citizens is absolutely necessary to maintain freedom.

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Jacqueline Mansky and Mike Barnes at THR:

James Earl Jones, a commanding presence onscreen who nonetheless gained greater fame off-camera as the sonorous voice of Star Wars villain Darth Vader and Mufasa, the benevolent leader in The Lion King, died Monday. He was 93. Jones, who burst into national prominence in 1970 with his powerful Oscar-nominated performance as America’s first Black heavyweight champion in The Great White Hope, died at his home in Dutchess County, New York, Independent Artist Group announced. The distinguished star made his big-screen debut in Stanley Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) and was noteworthy in many other films, including Claudine (1974) opposite Diahann Carroll; Field of Dreams (1989), as the reclusive author Terence Mann; and The Sandlot (1993), as the intimidating neighborhood guy Mr. Mertle.

For his work on the stage, Jones earned two best actor Tony Awards: for originating the role of Jack Jefferson — who was based on real-life boxer Jack Johnson — in 1968 in Howard Sackler’s Great White Hope and for playing the patriarch who struggles to provide for his family in a 1986 Pulitzer Prize-winning production of August Wilson’s Fences. Jones, the recipient of an honorary Oscar at the 2011 Governors Awards and a special Tony for lifetime achievement in 2017, was one of the handful of people to earn an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony and the first actor to win two Emmys in one year. “You cannot be an actor like I am and not have been in some of the worst movies like I have,” the self-deprecating star said when he was given his Academy Award. “But I stand before you deeply honored, mighty grateful and just plain gobsmacked.” Jones’ rise to become one of the most-admired American actors of all time was remarkable considering he suffered from a debilitating stutter as a child.

[...] Jones, of course, also was known as the “voice” of CNN. “I just emptied my mind, then filled it with the thought of all the hundreds of stories — tragic, violent, funny, touching — that could be following my introduction,” he said when asked about his motivation. “And then I said, ‘This is CNN.’”

James Earl Jones, who provided the voice for Darth Vader in Star Wars and provided CNN with the “this is CNN” line, dies at 93.

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Marian x Larry fic request: Stolen moments. This/these can be at any point in their relationship (secret courting, public courting, engagement, etc) and any kind of moment (knowing glance, grazing hand, a kiss, etc).

Please and thank you!

This is like, five fics rolled in one, so sorry that it took so long. I hope you enjoy!

Four times Larry and Marian stole moments (And the one time they were caught)

The garden

The first time Marian and Larry managed to sneak away from their respective parties was during an outdoor charity event. While Marian was happy to support the Red Cross, she was really looking forward to seeing Larry Russell again.

After their fleeting moment by the Van Rhijn door after the opera, they agreed to court. However, with Marian having just broken off her engagement with Dashell and her Aunts disapproval of the Russell family, the two lovers agreed to keep silent of their relationship for the time being. That didn’t stop them from seeking each other out at every event they went to.

“Mr Russell! Mrs Russell! How are you?”

Aurora Fane calls out from Marians group.

This time, Marians taken with a group of the Fanes, Oscar, and her aunt Ada. Larry’s group contained his parents, his sister, and Mr Mcaliaster.

“We’re doing splendidly, thank you. We were just about to check out the new memorial they put up recently. My husband and I weren’t there when Mr Montgomery gave his party.” Bertha says.

“Oh yes, we were just heading over there ourselves, would you like us to accompany you?” 

The two women lose themselves in conversation as both groups head to the memorial. Larry’s double backs to walk in-pace with Marian.

“Will you follow me somewhere? There’s something I want to show you.”

“But what about the others? Won’t they catch on?”

“They’re all too busy to notice that we’re gone. It will only take a moment, I promise.”

Marian takes one look back at the groups. Surely one moment can’t hurt. 

Larry takes her hand and leads her to a hidden pathway away from the party. From there they walk between some bushes to find themselves under a beautiful willow tree swaying in the wind.

“My hat flew away in the wind the other day. It managed to fly all the way into the bushes, and I managed to find this place from there. I thought you might like it.” Larry confesses, enjoying the look of wonder on Marians face.

“It’s beautiful! It looks like something right out of a Lewis Carroll novel!” She turns around, taking everything in. “This would be a beautiful place for a picnic.”

“Ah, yes, but for that we would need a chaperone, and…I’d rather like keeping this place between us.” He takes her hand.

“Perhaps one day then.” She giggles.

One day he thinks, smiling at the implication.

Marian takes a look out to the party. “We really should go back now, we’ve already been gone long enough.” She sighs.

“If anyone asks, you can just say you hurt your ankle and needed a rest and that I didn’t wish to leave you alone.” Larry suggests.

“You’re very sweet.” She gives him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you for showing me this.”

Taking Mr Russell’s arm, they walk back to the party.

***

The opera

Larry doesn’t really know why he thought that going to the opera would be an occasional thing. When his mother got a box at the Metropolitan opera, he assumed that she would spend most of her time entertaining other people in it, not just her family. But of course, she always means to show off her bachelor son and debutant daughter to every rich, high standing family there. Sometimes he just wants to tell his mother about their relationship just so she’ll stop taking him to these things.

But it isn’t all bad, sometimes it presents itself as an opportunity. At one of their last excursions Marian mentioned wanting to see a new upcoming opera called Manon that aired in Paris back in January. When his mother told him that it was being brought to the Met, it seemed like fate. He’ll never forget the look on her face when he offered her his mothers box, hands in his, eyes burning brightly. He vowed right then and there to make her as happy as she was right then for the rest of his life.

The problem was that they would now have several eyes on them at all times, leaving very small chances of any possible romantic gestures. They were granted a small mercy when Bertha allowed them to sit right next to each other.

“I’m very excited to see this, I’ve heard such great things about it.” Marian says to Mrs Russell.

“I’m happy to give you the opportunity to see it. Larry, make sure Mrs Brook has everything she needs during intermissions.”

“Of course. mother.”

She smiles as she goes to talk to her daughter, leaving the two of them to their seats.

“Would you like a glass of water or anything beforehand?”

“No thank you. I just want you beside me.” She whispers in a lowered voice, careful to not be overheard.

As the opera starts Larry takes his seat next to Marian. As the lights darken and music begins, Larry silently wishes he could ask what she thinks of the play, or the actors, of the music or the settings, but he knows hashes too engrossed with the story to talk to him right now. So he silently settles with waiting until intermission.

That’s until he feels the tingle of Miss brooks fingers subtlety lace in between his. He eyes don’t leave the stage, but he sees a small smile on her lips as if to say: thank you.

Small mercies indeed.

***

At Mamie Fishes.

A common place to meet other high-society members are at parties. And who else knows how to throw a party like Mamie Fish? She throws together extravagant parties and events on what feels like an almost weekly basis. Inconvenient before, but now becoming a blessing for Larry and Marian. 

This time, the couple no longer have to stick to their confined groups, but can flow freely throughout the room (which conveniently flowed right to each other.)

At one of these particular parties Mamie decided that they should all play a game of go fish. A rather juvenile game, but Marian wouldn’t complain if it meant that she could talk to Larry, even if it’s from across a table.

The two were set in a group of four, the other two being Miss Caroline Astor and a man whose name Marian could not remember. Talking to Miss Astor was easy enough, her unbearable mother and her restrictive aunt gave them lots to complain about. The real trouble was with the man. Drunk, arrogant, and would not be out of place alongside Edward Morgan. He was almost manageable when Caroline was in the game, where the three of them could smooth out any awkward interaction. But when Miss Astor was out, Mr-Augustion?Agrertion? Something like that- turned his drunken affection all to Miss Brook, something that annoyed Larry greatly.

“Got any…any fives, Mrs Astor?”

“Once again, go fish, and once again, I am Miss Brook, not Mrs Astor.” Marian says, visibly uncomfortable.

“Do you have any fives?” Larry asks the man quickly.

“Good heaven, you are a card shark, Mr Brushell.” He bemoans and hands over three cards.

Larry lays the set face down on the table. “Your turn, Marian.”

“Do you have any Aces, Mr Russell?”

“Go fish”

“Do you have any…suitors, Marian?” The man slurs, putting an elbow on the table. 

Larry takes this opportunity to take a look at the drunken man’s cards. This earns him an odd look from across the table.

“Do you have any fives, sir?” Larry asks.

He Griggs and slides the cards across the table. Larry keeps asking for card after card until the man is empty handed.

“Good game, Mr…um, you played well.”

The man walks off, confused and looking for another drink.

“That was a dirty trick Larry.” Marian scolds, but she can’t help but crack a smile.

“Gives me more time to talk to you alone.” Besides, it wasn’t the only trick up my sleeve.” He flips over one of the hands he placed face down, revealing it to consist of  three fives and one four.

“Larry! Have you been cheating this whole time?” She asks in disbelief. 

“Only to get him to leave.” He places the four cards back into his deck. “Now the real game can begin.”

“You must promise to play fair with me, or I may never trust you with a deck again.” She smiles.

“I will always treat you fairly, Marian.” She says almost offhandedly, but it still makes her heart skip a little.

“Got any 9s?”

“Go fish.”

***

During class

Marian was not having a good day today. She woke up late, which annoyed her immensely, got belittled by her aunt Agnes as she was going out the door, got splashed by a carriage, and is now on the verge of being very late to a charity meeting. Worst of all, she had forgotten to pick flowers for todays painting class. While that can be remedied by switching out the flowers for a fruit basket or a small portrait to copy, flowers were her favorite because of how many different colors and details the students could paint.

As she attempts to hail down a cab, she is spotted by Mr Larry Russell leaving his house. “Mr Brook! How are you?”

“In a bit of a rush, I’m afraid.” She motions to her held our hand. “I’m late for a charity meeting, and on top of that I had a very stressful morning.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, anything I can do to help?”

“I’m afraid not, but it’s kind of you to ask. I just need to hurry to the Astor house and find something for my students to paint in class today. Ah, Here we go.” Finally a cab rides up to Marian.

“I hope the rest of your day is much better than start.” Larry tells her through the cab window.

As he watches her ride away, a thought starts brewing in his head…

***

After a long, long meeting, Marian finally makes it to the school in the Nick of time. She only has about five minutes before her students show up. She sets up the canvases, lays out the paint, sets up the flow- the flowers! She panics, forgetting that she didn’t have time to get any earlier. And I don’t have any time to prepare anything else! She quickly wonders if she could use the food from her lunch before she turns around and face plants into a bouquet of Lilly’s.

Upon inspection, the bouquet seems to be filled with Lillys, bluebells, and daffodils. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be held by Mr Larry Russell, who is standing in the doorway of her classroom.

“Larry? What are you doing here? Are-are these for me?” She asks, flustered.

“They’re for your class. I remember you said that you needed something for your students to paint, so I brought these. I hope they’re okay?”

“They’re more than ok, they’re beautiful!” She blooms, placing them in a nearby vase. “And you’re a complete lifesaver too. I had nothing for the students to draw until you came. Thank you!”

Larry beams with pride under her praise. “Is there anything else I can help with?”

“I believe this is it, but you best get out of here before-“

But she never finishes that thought, as a group of chattering young girls suddenly burst through the door. The moment they see Mrs Brook with a man, they quiet.

“Mrs Brook? Who is this?” One of them asks.

“This is-“ she starts, trying not to stumble over her words. One wrong sentence and her whole class could get the wrong idea.

“I’m Larry Russell, a friend of Mrs Brook. I came by to bring you guys flowers to paint today.” He tells them earnestly, motioning to the flowers behind them.

A few of them whisper and several of them giggle. One of the girls up front speaks up. “Nice to meet you, Mr Russell.” She says with a knowing smirk.

Marian decides to stop this before more rumors turn up. “I’m going to go see Mr Russell out. Why don’t you start setting out your materials and studying the flowers?” She walks out of the room as Larry follows.

“That you for that, but now I’m afraid we’ll be the talk of the town for the rest of the day.” She says once they’re far enough from the door.

“It’s a good thing gossip columns don’t take the words of fourteen year olds.”

“We hope.” She whispers jokingly.

He takes her hand and kisses it quickly before any passing students or teachers can see. “ I know you need to get back to class, you don’t have to see me off, I can manage.”

“Thank you Larry. I’ll see you tomorrow night at Mr Mcalasters ball?”

“Definitely, I’ll be there.” He smiles to her as he leaves.

***

Mr Mcalasters ball

Mr Mcalasters ballroom was bigger and grander than any ballroom Marian has ever seen. No less than three sparking chandeliers overshadowed the room casting long shadows over anyone who stood near them.

While Marian couldn’t give Larry her first dance, she gladly gave him her second, sweeping across the ballroom without a care in the world. Once the music stopped and the dance was over, she didn’t want to leave.

“Do you think there’s somewhere we can go to talk?” Marian says low in his ear.

“I think I saw an abandoned hallway that looked pretty discreet on my way in here. Seems like it’s worth a try.”

Without causing too much attraction, they manage to make their way to the hallway.

“It should be a bit before anyone goes looking.” Larry comments.

They spent some time making small talk and observing the art of the house. However, Marian could tell something was on Larry’s mind.

“Is there something bothering you? You seem off.”

“Actually, there is something I want to talk to you about.”

“Sounds ominous, but I’m listening.”

“Marian…I think we should tell people about us.”

“Larry…”

“I know we weren’t sure before, but it’s been three months since you broke off your engagement, and I’m…I’m tired of these fleeting moments. I want the world to know what you mean to me.”

“And what do I mean to you?”

“That I love you.”

There, he’s finally said it. The feeling that has been bubbling in his heart since the moment he’s met Marian has finally been put into words. They take a moment to process this feeling.

“And you mean the world to me.” She replies, taking her hand in his. “Aunt Agnes will put up such a fight.”

“Then we will have to be equal to it. I don’t want to be like Mr Raikes. I want her approval before we go forward. The first step of that is being honest with her. She may make a stink, but we’ll fight it together.”

She smiles and kisses him. “Always together.”

They stand there in a long embrace, letting the world melt away as they cling to each other.

“Larry, Mother wants me to-oh!”

The pair split apart in fear as Gladys walks in on them.

The three of them stay locked in a silent stare off, none of them the winner.

“Mother wanted me to see where you went.” Gladys says quickly, eyes still not leaving theirs. “H-how long has this been going on?!”

“Since the opera war ended?” Larry admits sheepishly.

“That long? I never suspected anything! What does mother think? Does she know?”

“Not yet, we wanted to keep it a secret for a bit longer. You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“No, I’m happy for you! But if you want to keep it a secret you might try someplace more discreet.” She motions to the not-so-discreet surroundings. “And I think father might already suspect you two.” She takes her brothers arm to lead him back to the ballroom. “I would tell them soon, mother won’t like knowing that you’ve courted someone behind her back. Good luck, Mrs Brook.”

Marian waits a few moments for following them to not look suspicious. Once she’s back in, she still looks around to find Larry. She sees him talking to his mother, who is seeming lecturing him about disappearing during parties. Their eyes meet, the moment only being caught by Gladys.

Soon.

*** Got a Larry x Marian Gilded Age fic request? Submit it here!

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You already know who it is. But now that the rps changed slightly. What songs fit the characters now in your opinion. I'll answer it aswell

Sigh, you always give me such wide variety...

Norman: good old fashion lover-boy (queen), on a bicycle built for two (nat king cole), Norman Bates (bright light fever), the shower scene (INK), mary on a cross (ghost), tea errors (jack stauber), inch man (jack stauber), chloroform girl (polkadot cadaver), vermillion (slipknot), touch-tone telephone (lemon demon), mama (mcr), horror hotel (misfits), bates motel (mute), I know it's over (the smiths), don't sing love songs (the caravelles), mary (Alex g), I don't like my mind (mitski), brave as a noun (AJJ), alligator skin boots (mccafferty), psycho (Eddie noack), twenties (ghost), pizza boy (jack stauber), lime bean man (jack stauber), witch image (ghost).

Norma; living dead girl (Rob zombie), mad hatter (melenie martinez), the afterlife/daughter slaughterer 2 (Bambi baker), cigarette ahego (Penelope scott), i/me/myself (will wood), hate the living love the dead (misfits), I threw a rock off an overpass and killed somebody (sign crushes motorwrist), o superman (laurie anderson), laughing on the outside (Bernadette carroll), house-wife radio (ghost & pals), mood swings (human people), bag of bones (mitski), out of her head (from the film), ritual (ghost), mummy dust (ghost), death knell (ghost), prime mover (ghost).

Damien: devil in disguise (elvis), elenor Rigby (the beatles), hip to be square (huey lewis), child psychology (black box recorder), to the end (mcr), the lobotomy (maebi), nowhere to run (stegosaurus rex), hypnotize (SOAD), pyramid song (radiohead), romance is boring (Los campesinos!), call it fate call it karma (the strokes), love me more (mitski), Hansel (sodikken), hunters moon (ghost), he is (ghost), pro memoria (ghost), stand by him (ghost).

Hailey: possibly in Michigan (ivol), psycho (SOAD), who is she (I, monster), not allowed (tv girl), motorpsycho nightmare (Bob dylan), daughter slaughter (Bambi baker), you don't own me (Leslie gore), it almost worked (tv girl), I bet on losing dogs (mitski), traumatic livelihood (jazmin bean), over & over (Rio Romeo), Mr sandman (chordettes), last words of a shooting star (mitski), SIU (maretu), we will all go together when we go (Tom lehrer), spillways (ghost), dance macabre (ghost).

Carrie: hell in the hallways (INK), devil town (cavetown), home (cavetown), my alcoholic friends (the dredsen dolls), remember you omnichord (trillian), washing machine heart (mitski), Stockholm butterfly, P.U.N.K. girl (heavenly), seventeen (ladytron), hey bunny (baby bugs), dove (antihoney), amygadals rag-doll (ghost & pals), kids (current joys), too young to burn (sonny & the sunsets), the milk carton (Madelyn mei), bunny bunny bunny (golden Orchestra), square hammer (ghost), Elizabeth (ghost), circe (ghost), Bible (ghost).

Wendy: dumpster girl (jack stauber), you know what you've done (jazmin bean), my love mine all mine (mitski), NYMPHOLOGY (melenie martinez), duvet (bóa), duet (omori), dealer (Lana ray), you smell of dead flowers (wastelandpyro), fiesta love/late spring (mitski), stupid cupid (Connie francis), harness your hopes (pavement), sleepwalk (Santo and johnny), lonely eyes (the front bottoms), irrational (cavetown), the moon will sing (the crane wives), midnight the stars and you (al bowlly), life eternal (ghost), if you have ghosts (ghost).

Beetlejuice: one way or another (blondie), hybrid moments (misfits), training wheels (melenie martinez) a little piece of heaven (avenged sevenfold), Charlie's inferno (that handsome devil), twin sized mattress (the front bottoms), can't help falling in love (elvis presley), the saints of violence and innuendo (shinedown), squaring up (sir chloe), half-decade hangover (will wood), the satanic rites of blacula (Rob zombie), jesus he knows me (ghost), kiss the go-goat (ghost).

Abe: are you satisfied? (MARINA), wasted summers (juju<3), aline blues (vundabar), drunk walk home (mitski), best junkie you adore (jazmin bean), Bruno is orange (hop along), terrible things (AXIE), what are we gonna do now (indigo de souza), Adam's song (blink-182), gallowdance (Lebanon hanover), back to the old house (the smiths), literal legend (ayesha erotica), Texas rezinkoff (mitski), fool (bôa), absolution (ghost), nocturnal me (ghost), jigolo har megiddo (ghost).

Miriam: hell of a ride (bo burnham), Brutus (the buttress), anarchy (egg), home (three days grace), good looking (suki waterhouse), new flesh (current joys), just (radiohead), tree hugger (kimya dawson), Lotta true crime (Penelope scott), the chattering lack of common sense (ghost & pals), the loser (verzache), transgender (crystal castles), PSYCHO (HARDY), binomi (maretu), fallen down (undertale), fatal to the flesh (cho tokimeki sendenbu), call me little sunshine (ghost), faith (ghost), missionary man (ghost).

-Mod 1, this took an hour