#thread: zola

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@vcndetta

Jackson noticed the other as he was walking to a meeting. She seems familiar. He pauses, thinking. He finally stops her. "Excuse me? This might sound crazy, but is your name Zola?"

[gaydexvocaloid]

happy bday vy2!!!

[frozcnhearts]

cont. from x - @petitexmagician

To find what he looked for was out of reach for many more years probably. So all Aether could do, was to force a warm smile about her words, to hide the pain it caused deep inside his heart.

Another year in this world had passed by in such quick manner - another year, without his sister close by. “I once heard that, whenever people feel lonely they look at the sky.”, he spoke, amber eyes going from Zola to the stars above the court of Fontaine, but it was unseen because of all the fireworks. However, he still could feel their watch upon everything underneath them and oh, how he longed to be connected with them again as well.

“Because there might be another person, looking at it right now as well. I always hope, that it's my sister who looks at it too.”.

It was a heart-warming thought and the blonde, sitting in the grass of the wilderness outside the city walls, wished it was true. “Every year I watch the new year in a different nation. Every year it’s without her.”.

[saltedair]

ask meme for @vcndetta ( zola : patch )

"are you sure you don't mind doing this? it's just at an angle i can't see myself." violet said as she turned her arm.

[cannib4l-a]

[ save] from michael to zola?

" we are at a charity event, do we really need to cause a scene ? "

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Cyno had to school himself not to show his own disbelief to all that followed. The thought of a library as extensive as the House of Daena remaining hidden and within the custody of a single family was already ludicrous enough to hear - and something that, despite all he'd said before, he strongly felt should be looked into as a matra. But what Zola shared right after was possibly even more concerning.

One thing at a time. He should avoid asking too much all at once, and risk becoming confused, or make Zola clam up. His brows knit together in concern.

"... A second name?" He repeated after her. "Do you speak of the 'True Name Magic'? A few tribes from the desert believe in one such legend. It says that when the Gods created the world, they called everything by their True Name, a word that encompasses someone's body, soul and identity. To know this name would be equivalent to possessing and controlling them completely. For this reason, a mother will give her baby their true name, but never share it with anyone, not even the child themself, for fear that a demon might overhear it and use it to destroy them. And so, the child is given a second name to be called and known by for their whole life. Only Lord Rukkhadevata is said to know everyone's true name."

With that small lecture given, Cyno's look on Zola became inquisitive. "That is the legend, anyway... And you say your family holds a similar belief?"

"Your asking about the familiar crafting? Most of it is from within a bloodline I think... we just have so many books in my family's library we practice the magic, then make sure it's still readable by rewriting the spells down and then keep it hidden. If I had to estimate I think it's almost the same size as the Akademiya's?" The brunette wasn't completely sure on that but it was a massive collection.

The comment about caution caused a small laugh to come out of her. "I.. it's uhh.. not just the familial magic.. urm.. we kinda do it with our own?" Fiddling with her hat the brunette lowered her head with a clear throat. "Ma- My.. mother she well.. said this is also a family thing but we have to well.. tell others a second name so it doesn't make us freeze in a fight.."

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@vcndetta

Derek was on his way to his apartment. He'd gotten one close to the hospital so he get there quicker. He was focused on getting home, but the sight of someone that felt familiar to him caused him to stop. "Excuse me. I think I know you." He waits for her to turn around, and then beams. "Zola?"

[frozcnhearts]

She is gonna murder somebody very soon.

[taahko]

"the vampire lestat" is his 800 post thread on twitter which is very popular with a specific kind of ironic gay terminally online audience and hes even been dmed about movie rights zola style but he doesnt know how to check dms so hes never seen it. unclear if he knows other people can see what hes tweeting at all or if he thinks it is some kind of sweet little diary, très charmant! also he dictates all his tweets out loud to mademoiselle siri while chain smoking (actually just draining the battery on his bubblegum flavored vape). it all makes him feel very cosmopolitan and modern

[cyclogenesis]

✨ per @some-stars request, the F. Scott Fitzgerald part of my review of Ernest Hemingway's A Moveable Feast:

After chapter upon chapter of events ranging from "I went to the cafe to write and an annoying guy talked to me" to "I was hanging out with this famous writer and he was such a dweeb lol, believe me I'm a normal guy myself and very qualified to judge everyone I meet" to "I went to the cafe to write but then got drunk. Crazy that I'm so broke" we eventually got to my favorite part, where Hemingway meets F. Scott Fitzgerald and gets so mad at himself for having the gayest possible feelings a man can have that he just has to be a passive-aggressive bitch about it for several thousand words.

TO BE FAIR: F. Scott Fitzgerald is a manic pixie nightmare girl. He's Kylie Jenner writing the Great American Novel. He's my personal series of exciting-but-horrible Aries situationships/girlfriends that I chased throughout my teens and twenties. He and Zelda saw you from across the speakeasy and they like your vibe. Do you want to have the most bad idea threesome imaginable? It involves a magnum of champagne and screaming at each other until you pass out. That's how they fuck. Yes he just asked if you had sex with your wife before marriage. That was his pick-up line. He is a lunatic. He is Zelda's disagreeable wife. You wish that Scott was your OWN disagreeable wife. He has undiagnosed ADHD and a drinking problem (related?). You are never bored with him. God, you wish sometimes you could just be bored with him. He's asking you to rate his dick. You, Ernest Hemingway, take a look at his dick and give him a fair rating (7.5?). You take him to the Louvre to look at statues of naked Greek and Roman twinks and you're literally like, "maybe you're a grower, not a show-er." You tell him his wife sucks. Ernest you old queen. You butch little TEASE.

F! Scott! Fitzgerald! Sorry, this is all because I'm jealous that Hemingway got to hate himself while flirting with My Most Horrible Boy. And it's here that the book comes most ALIVE, that it becomes ABOUT something other than a broke guy in Paris trying to write a book. Finally, instead of just being about ol' Hem secretly disdaining every person that tries to have a conversation with him, we get Hemingway wanting somebody, wanting their attention and regard and time, and it's a delicious disaster. Scott's a wreck, a disappointment, a drunk; Scott's gorgeous, dazzling, and so full of talent Ernest is SEETHING ABOUT IT. They chase each other like carousel horses. It's a clown show. Scott lovebombs him when he's not too drunk to forget to, and whines about missing Zelda when Ernest won't take the hint and kiss him already.

Something very funny about all this is that at the time Ernest was about 25 years old, and Scott - who Ernest thought of, at the time, as "an older writer" - was all of 28. So it makes sense to me that much of this section reads like an @ Zola-esque Twitter thread combined with a Tana Mongeau YouTube storytime video: Romantic Road Trip with F. SCOTT FITZGERALD?! (The Beautiful and DRUNK! not clickbait!) "Hi guys, welcome to my memoir or welcome BACK to my memoir. Before we get into it, don't forget to like and subscribe, and comment down below to let me know if you'd like more storytimes about me being a deeply repressed bisexual, OR if you want me to vlog the next time I go on a bender with Scott and we DON'T hook up, at least not as far as I can remember. So anyway, I was heterosexually at work on my next adjective-less short story..."

Sorry, I'll stop. Five stars for that entire section of the book, minus one star for the rest of it. Now can someone make a deeply homoerotic film about their relationship, PLEASE.

[bellossom]

A couple of (older) OC portraits of Birna and Zola, I need to redraw them because they've breached D&D and need new threads

[moondustlings]

"shh," she chided, removing her mouth from her breast as a playful smirk crossed her features. "you're going to get us caught." not that she cared even in the slightest. sure, they could be a scandal considering her social status, but that's why she always had a crisis manager on standby. her fingers flexed possessively around the other woman's waist as she resumed her activities, teasing sierra for a few more moments.

when she felt like she had her fill of her chest — for now at least — she began to make her way south. her feet deftly moved the dress so she had something for her knees to hit once she was pressing open mouth kisses just under sierra's belly button. "is this what you want?"? she asked teasingly as her teeth gently tugged at the poor excuse of fabric that was covering her. one of her hands moved to cup her center and she let out a low moan at the heat she was met with. "you really do want this, don't you?" want me, she wanted to add but thought twice. no matter how much pleasure zola brought her, she was paid to be right in this spot and she couldn't let any of those pretty sounds that left her lips make her think otherwise.

her fingertips hooked into the floss that dug into the soft flesh of her hips and she tugged downwards, bringing the fabric down her amazing legs. carefully, she helped sierra step out of her panties before she returned her attention back to her core. two fingers parted her lips and she admired the wetness she was met with. "let's see how long you can keep quiet," she challenged with an arched brow. "if you're a good girl, i'll make sure to give you a nice reward when i take you back to my place."

the reminder of the other girls zola had hired, caused the younger's stomach to drop in jealousy. she was well aware that she had no right to feel jealous, but she couldn't help it. a part of her had begun feeling possessive of zola, meaning that after tonight… she'd have to end their business arrangement. she sucked in a deep breath in a mix between arousal but also a way to center herself after the realization. "unwrapping will have to wait until next time," she chuckled as a small smile appeared on her lips, despite knowing there wouldn't be a next time. the thought alone put a bit of a damper on her mood, but as soon as she felt deft fingers unhooking her bra, leaving her standing in a public bathroom wearing only a thong and sky high stilettoes that made her short legs look incredible, she was back in the moment.

the appreciative whistle zola let out caused sierra to bite her lip to suppress a smile. in recent months she'd realized that making the other unravel, had become her favorite pastime. there was no time to think about the fact that they were in public or that anyone could pass by on the other side of the door and would more than likely hear sierra's moans. no, all that mattered in the moment was zola. as the other woman's mouth descended on sierra's nipple, she gasped in surprise despite knowing what was coming. "fuck… baby," she whimpered, placing her hand at the back of zola's head, while arching her back to feel more of her mouth. before sierra could raise her hand to stimulate her other nipple like she'd felt the need to, the other's hand was right there, as though she knew what sierra needed before she did herself.

"zola," she moaned, tilting her head back to rest against the door, eyes closed to enjoy the feeling of pleasure coursing through her body. "baby, i need you," she admitted, her core already clenching and feeling empty, wanting the other to touch her where she wanted it most.

[misanderousmisfit]

a Zola style twitter thread of the whole movie's plot narrated by Patrick (or Art) would be Chef's Kiss.

I wish I had thought of this.

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@vcndetta

Derek was still getting used to the fact that his daughter was now an adult. He felt like he'd missed so much. He sits with her, smiling. "So, tell me more about yourself? I've missed so many things."

[evcrlasting]

How dare he even try to deny it. "I have jumped out of windows for you, 'course I'm cleaning up your messes." Granted the times she had jumped out of windows, it had been her own window, to hang out with him. And he had always caught her but that was besides the point. When Zola had said yes, her brain had started running into overdrive. All the things he could say, should say, yet nothing could prepare for her for his next set of words. The line that they had been dancing around? He had crossed. If they weren't so entangled with each other, she would have taken a step back. "I'm —" she struggled to find what to say. "I didn't expect that." Honesty slipping from her lips. "What happens now?" Blaise confessing was not on her list.

He tried to stifle a laugh, though it came out quietly, amused at her witty comeback. "Ah, you've been cleaning up my messes?" he retorts, a brow raising at her. " He was still holding her, practically ready to do anything just to keep her there. Blaise hadn't expected her to say yes, though that was probably the best outcome for him. He figured it wouldn't hurt to be honest, at least this once, right? He had asked her because he wanted to tell her, and there was no better moment than the present. Right? "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," he finally said, "at all. Since before that night, even, but especially since then." His voice was low but genuine, showing a side of himself that had been buried by everything else that made up Blaise. "I think I like you, Zola."

[unofficialmacgyverpedo]

But according to tedtalkkaczynski aka Joseph Gelman he died in 2013 but updated his facebook page up untill 2017 untill he switched to a new fb page he blocked my alt from. Big think! Also looks just like the formerly employed by webflow Joseph Gelman here with his supposed wife according to the Zola registry page

Same angle too look at that 😱

Gasp! Is he dead or a ghost or just a dumbass liar?

Authors note "former sr marketing manager at webflow"

@tedtalkkaczynski @infagnito

Formerly Officialmacgyver which was termed for "targeted harassment" as my email said.

I got him fired as well due to code of conduct violations and he himself with his lackluster performance in said role. (Just watch those presentations he made, funny shit!)

https://incels.is/threads/major-inceltear-users-doxxed-suck-it-joe-gelman-dieselpunkcyberpunk-inceltear-is-full-of-pedos-advocatedoogy-is-just-the-beginning.445216/