#three wise girls

[marypickfords]

Three Wise Girls (William Beaudine, 1932)

[gatabella]

Jean Harlow, Three Wise Girls, 1932

[blondecrazydame]

Mae Clarke and Jean Harlow in Three Wise Girls, 1932

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa: *writes a single throwaway line in one chapter of Lost and Found that is never referenced again*

Me, completely randomly and with no prompting: Alright, bet–

[grapecaseschoices]

 (1/5 @infamous-if MC’s; more details here)

Alana Carita, lead singer of Promised Promises

Fans call themselves ‘The Promisers’ and call Soft Violence fans (especially those who were Alana or Alana/Seven fans) ‘Broken Promises’. (Alana has no idea about this, or she’d be heartbroken)

The mainstream calls her the ‘Mexican Taylor Swift’, which MOST of her fans hate, but some -- get it. (Alana thinks it’s flattering!) 

She has been playing guitar most of her life, and used to post tutorials. She doesn’t as much any more. However, she does still have an online presence -- a lot of it is spent thanking fans, posting pictures about cookies native to places she’s toured, gushing over fashion, and supporting trans rights.

Her fans are SUPER over protective of her because they think she’s a ‘cinnamon roll too soft for the world; too pure’ and a ‘naive romantic (affectionate)’ 

She vocally sounds like a mix of Lindi Ortega (she’s actually done a cover of ‘To Love Somebody’ too that sounds similar) and Brandi Carlile.*

Her fans absolutely go gaga for her commitment to faerie tale and romantic aesthetics on stage (and for the camera); and are as dedicated to wearing something pink (or pastel) whenever Promised Promises performs. Some even wear flower crowns. Yes, even the chadbros. 

There is no one in the world who can get her to bad mouth Seven. And she’s a supporter of Soft Violence. Much to many of the Promisers chargin. (As for the few who secrety the ship the two women and wish for a best friend reunion -- well, they’re smart enough to keep that to themselves. JK: They don’t but most try to ignore them. They’re seen as worse than the Broken Promisers). 

[castieltrash1]

i can tell so much abt u based on which queen member u read x reader smut abt during ur borhap phase

[sanstropfremir]

AYE! You liked pop? pop! by csr? I recently found the song and omg it's so catchy and reminds me of the innocent cute concept I think? Do you have any thoughts on the group's concept? I find it cute that all the girls are the same age like actual high school class! I realized that's not too common in kpop or at least I can't think of any groups that everyone is the same age off the top of my head

yea i did! however i know truly fuck all about the group, so i don't even know what their concept is. i think that's kind of fun as an idea? they're doing age appropriate stuff too so that's good i suppose. to be honest i am not really interested in following them actively bc i only really liked pop pop and not anything else from their eps, and i don't really find them interesting to watch. also i'm too old for a high school concept lol

[gildedtragedies]

just sat on the ground with my best friend and my little sister passing a container of slime back and forth and talking shit about people from highschool for several hours i think this might be the definition of happiness actually

[marypickfords]

Three Wise Girls (William Beaudine, 1932)

[nimbus713]

i’m the lesbian that everyone’s mom wants to date their daughter

this has been verified on at LEAST four accounts

unfortunately i’m also the lesbian that said daughters definitely do not want to date

[lcec0ldheart]

i like how as time goes on frost and citrine are gradually becoming more normal (ish, they’re still weirdos ofc) while violet stays weird because she’s just like that.

[heroestales]

@walstarterblog

Rain seemed fitting. The brunette had pulled herself to her feet ignoring her ear splitting headache. It was certainly not the worst thing she'd experienced even as her camp halfblood shirt and jacket seemed to hug uncomfortably against slick skin. Where was the son of Poseidon when you needed him? Annabeth felt a great tornado of emotion swirling in her. The architecture obsessed child in her was delighted once she was face to face with London. There was such history and connection to the gods in this paradise of culture. Yet, she had no recollection of how she had gotten here. The chase girl had taken pride in being six steps ahead of everyone as hubris was her fatal flaw. It was a certain amount of regrouping. Yet, what sort of monster or power had pulled her here? Not that a demigod didn't deserve a vacation. She had her dagger at the ready. Her cap at her side. Though this wasn't a planned quest and she was uniquely alone.A warrior was keen on her surroundings so she couldn't help raising a brow at the figure approaching. Friend or foe? It was a bit of puzzle game which pulled at the edges of her mind. Where could asking get her? It wasn't like Athena seemed ready to help her daughter at all. Capable. Memorable. Warrior. That's what Annabeth was. It was nice to imagine an accent without a trio or more of campers trying to copy it. "Do you have a moment?" she started. A monster would have reacted quicker. And this didn't seem like a populated area of the city for the creature to linger. Besides, she needed to orient herself instead of imagining the makeup of columns and the like. She needed to study her supplies. See if her head needed mending. A bit of forced mannered kindness when you wanted something more seemed like the best option. And Annabeth Chase does have her weaponry if necessary.

[saviourkingslut]

one of my favourite fanfic authors posted a clive rosfield/cidolfus telamon story and i don't go there but i know enough abt ff to know that clive is a sad guilt-ridden breedable hunk with great tits (promising) so i go and look up cid and find out he's 1) middle-aged, woohoo !! and 2) handsome in that kind of generic rugged kind of way so im like, great, ill go and read that, but then all the fics keep mentioning his voice? so im like, obviously, we need to navigate to youtube and see what that's all about and i click on a vid and 👁️👄👁️😳. UH. SIR. HELLO.

[arolesbianism]

I need to find new eternal gales songs right now I cannot keep living with most of the playlist being shit I listened to in 2018

[lilislegacy]

percy, walking in the door: what smells so good?

annabeth, beaming: i made you every type of blue dessert that i could think of!

percy: oh yeah? what’s the occasion? oh crap, did i forget an anniversary?

annabeth: can’t a wife just bake for her husband?

percy, staring at her:

annabeth, staring at him:

percy, firmly: wise girl, we are not having another baby.

annabeth, frustrated: oh come on percy! why not?

percy: we’ve talked about this. we agreed to be done years ago. we have three, and they’ve destroyed half of our belongings! i mean, sure it would be fun, and i love babies and having kids with you, but we can’t just—

annabeth: if you agree to another baby, i’ll agree to another dog.

percy:

annabeth:

percy: are you bribing me into having a child?

annabeth: of course not! …why? is it working?

percy: of course not! but… keep talking.

annabeth: we can get a brand new little puppy. and you can choose both the breed and the name. maybe you can finally get that shepherd mix you’ve always wanted.

percy, rubbing his beard and thinking:

percy: you know, i’ve heard the transition from 3 to 4 kids is super easy. the little one would probably just fit right in.

annabeth: exactly. and since we’re so busy, my pregnancy will fly by. and the labor will be super fast since it’s my 4th. it’ll all happen in the blink of an eye. we’ll hardly even notice.

percy: true. then the baby and the puppy can just entertain each other.

annabeth: they’ll practically cancel each other out. and this way we’ll have an even number of kids.

percy, pointing at her: good for roller roasters.

annabeth, pointing at him: and family game nights.

[fear-is-truth]

the heffleys are still coming to terms with the fact that you, rodrick’s cool girlfriend, are a real part of his life. greg, for one, can’t wrap his head around it—how did his brother manage to land someone like you? he even has a tiny crush on you, which he tries (and fails) to hide. during playdates, he and rowley keep sneaking wide-eyed glances at you, pretending to be fully focused on video games whenever you catch them staring.

susan, on the other hand, is thrilled to have you around. as a mom of three boys, she’s practically adopted you as her honorary daughter, showering you with warmth and enthusiasm every time you’re over. she’ll share every childhood story she can think of about rodrick—some endearing, most embarrassing—while he sits there mortified. she’ll even drag out the family photo albums when you’re around, cooing over old pictures of baby rodrick in onesies covered with embarrassing slogans.

then there’s mr. heffley, who’s suspiciously nice to you. he goes out of his way to make sure that sure the house is spotless when you come over, almost like he’s worried you’ll wise up to what a disaster rodrick can be and leave. every time rodrick says something dumb, mr. heffley’s shoulders tense, and he sneaks glances at you, hoping you don’t suddenly see you’re too good for his son.

and manny… well, you do your best to steer clear of that kid whenever you can.

it’s a typical dinner at the heffleys’. you’re seated next to rodrick, his hand resting on your knee under the table as he gives you a lopsided grin between bites. across from you, greg keeps sneaking glances at your chest. little perv.

once everyone’s settled with their plates, susan clears her throat, leaning forward with a bright, overly cheerful smile. “y/n,” she starts, clasping her hands like she’s about to impart some life-changing advice, “it’s just wonderful that you and rodrick are so… close.” she gives an small, knowing nod, and rodrick stiffens next to you.

“it’s very important,” she continues, picking up a carrot stick and an onion ring, “for young people in a… special relationship to be, you know…” she pauses, clearly hunting for the most embarrassing words possible, before adding, “prepared for close situations.” she looks at you and then at rodrick, before doing a little… mime with the carrot and onion ring. greg yelps, “MOM!” and pretends to gag, slapping both hands over his face like he’s been scarred for life. mr. heffley chokes on his mashed potatoes, reaching for his water with wide eyes.

“just remember,” she says, completely oblivious to the horror around her, “things can get… spicy, but a smart girl like you knows to have… protection.” she gives another exaggerated nod, waving her “lesson” props before setting them down, satisfied. rodrick’s hand tightens on your knee, and he mutters, “oh my god, kill me now,” through gritted teeth, trying to keep his cool despite the absolute humiliation.

mr. heffley takes a deep breath, giving you a look that says he really hopes you won’t dump rodrick over this—but he’d totally understand if you did.