#tried experimenting with different brushes

[lila-kriegerin]

OMG, OP!

I was just about to suggest "Now & Then "

but I saw it in your tags.

I'm so sorry this may look like an unhinged rant no one asked for, but someone has to tell people younger than me what I know, so I spent 2 hours crafting a reply/follow-up/addendum to you post, OP. Please forgive any formatting errors. I tried to keep things simple and engaging but a few things may look a little bit odd depending on what sort of device you're viewing it on. I couldn't take the risk of making all the text too small

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQLVzTtt2Ws

The biggest problem trying to find similar films is that they often involve at least two of the girls having some kind of relationship to boys causing drama (I'm looking at you, "Sisterhood Of The Travelling Pants "... and others) whereas a film like "Dead Poets Society " is definitely in that pseudo-homoerotic and explicitly homoerotic range of storytelling.

Why do you think "Little Women" was popular for so long? It was the 1oth century literary equivalent with the requisite brush with death and loss so common to an era before even antibiotics existed... and loss and grief still happen today.

It's true that so few are like "Newsies " and "West Side Story ", but DON'T sleep on hits like "Annie" &

🥁 drumroll, please 🥁

Want to guess what was the first obviously gay song featured in a film from Hollywood (after the Hayes Code)?

The First Gay Anthem: Calamity Jane's 'Secret Love'

It's not "West Side Story " because it's a western frontier musical, and they skirted the lines as hard as they could to have a nice Christian young woman fancying a "tomboy": Calamity Jane (who by historical record seems to have favoured women and men).

Though based on American Western folklore, this premise clearly imitated the successful 1950 film version of Irving Berlin's Broadway musical Annie Get Your Gun, about Wild West sharpshooter Annie Oakley.

But instead of a make-over, Calamity Jane gives its tough-gal heroine a powerfully symbolic pistol; her masculine aggression plays with sexual identity through gestures enlarged to the point of farce. And then it goes deeper--into emotional confusion that grows from Jane taking on supposed male habits. Doris Day brings comic overstatement to Jane's complex repression of her own instincts. Like many a closet case, she exhibits a self-defeating willingness to fit into a male-dominated culture. Her tough mannerisms are also designed to protect her hidden, vulnerable emotions.

You have to dig.

Dig deep, and be willing to watch a film with a different spoken language and culture, but there are some parallels.

Consider the Britney Spears film, which I believe is called "Crossroad(s)" in English. [Sorry, I don't have time to look up the title.]

Now— what if there were a film that's something a bit like a lesbian equivalent?

Touch

A Chinese movie produced/sponsored by the sapphic dating app Rela. It follows three girls on a road trip. Chinese language with English subtitles.

I've never, EVER seen any website draw direct comparisons to other films that way, such as:

If you loved "She's The Man" but want it more sapphic (though ultimately thwarted by the producer), you can't miss "Bend It Like Beckham"!

The photo which was posted by OP DOES contain valid points!! (No one is going to treat you "like a man/boy" unless they truly think that's what you are, and society DOES socialise people differently, so: how would a group of teenage girls or very young adult women ever have experiences identical to those in a film like "Dead Poet's Society"?)

Nevertheless, there are some similar films that are comparable:

"Superbad" — "Booksmart".

I decided to hyperfocus trying to think up some equivalents to "Dead Poet's Society".

Here's a quick comparison I spent far too much time on:

If you’re looking for a Dead Poets Society equivalent with mostly female characters, a few films capture that same blend of deep emotional intimacy, artistic passion, and repressed desire. Here are the best contenders:

1. Mädchen in Uniform (1931 & 1958)

This is the OG queer boarding school drama. Set in a strict Prussian girls' school, it follows a young student, Manuela, who falls in love with her teacher, Fräulein von Bernburg. The film is explicitly homoerotic in a way that Dead Poets Society is only suggestive of—there’s longing glances, whispered affections, and a stifling environment that tries to crush individuality and desire. Like Neil, Manuela faces tragic consequences for daring to express herself.

Cracks (2009) — If Dead Poets Society were darker and more explicitly about queer desire, it would be Cracks. This film follows a group of girls at a remote British boarding school under the spell of their charismatic teacher, Miss G (Eva Green, in all her seductive, unhinged glory). When a new student arrives, power struggles and hidden obsessions unravel. It has all the repression, poetry, and tragic queerness you could want.

Heavenly Creatures (1994) — Peter Jackson (yes, Lord of the Rings Peter Jackson) directed this feverishly intense drama about two schoolgirls in 1950s New Zealand—Pauline and Juliet—whose bond becomes so consuming that it leads to murder. Like Dead Poets Society, it’s about breaking free from repression, but it takes a much darker turn. The homoerotic tension between the girls is undeniable, and the fantasy world they create as an escape mirrors the way the DPS boys use poetry to carve out their own space in a suffocating environment.

Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) — This one’s all about atmosphere—a haunting, dreamlike film about a group of girls at an Australian boarding school who mysteriously vanish during a picnic. While there’s no overt romance, the film is full of lingering touches, dreamy stares, and a pervading sense of longing and repression. The rigid Victorian setting and the contrast between the natural world and societal constraints make it feel spiritually connected to DPS.

The Falling (2014) — Starring Florence Pugh and Maisie Williams, this film is weird and hypnotic. It’s set in an all-girls school in the 1960s and follows a mysterious fainting epidemic that spreads through the students. It has the same themes of teenage rebellion, deep female friendships that tip into obsession, and an oppressive institution trying to crush individual expression.

Céline and Julie Go Boating (1974) — This is a more whimsical, surreal take on female friendship and creativity. It follows two women who fall into a bizarre, looping story in a haunted house, constantly re-experiencing and altering the narrative. It has a Dead Poets Society vibe in the sense that it’s about escaping rigid reality through art and imagination, but with a queer-coded, magical twist.

If you want the closest equivalent to "Dead Poets Society"...

..."Mädchen in Uniform" or "Cracks" are your best bets, and Cracks more than Mädchen in Uniform

because the latter is so old fashioned that to further scandalise viewers they paired a teacher with a student.

If you want something more poetic and atmospheric, "Picnic at Hanging Rock" or "The Falling" will scratch that itch.

If all of that is too gay for you (gofuckyourself, tee-hee)

You really, REALLY should try

"Mona Lisa Smile".

(...and if it's not too gay for you, then go watch CRACKS right now!)

"Mona Lisa Smile" [hereafter referred to as MLS] is often called the "Dead Poets Society" [hereafter, DPS] for women, and yeah, it certainly hits a lot of the same beats—

an outsider teacher inspiring students to challenge societal norms,

a prestigious school that values obedience over individuality, and

a group of young people grappling with expectations that threaten to suffocate them.

Where DPS is about breaking free through poetry and self-expression, MLS is about that sort of thing tosome degree, but more about feminism, gender roles, and the fight for intellectual freedom in a world that wants women to be just wives and mothers.

Similarities to Dead Poets Society

The Inspirational Teacher as a Catalyst for Change

In DPS, John Keating (Robin Williams) shakes up Welton Academy’s rigid, tradition-obsessed environment with poetry and passion.

In MLS, Katherine Watson (Julia Roberts) does the same at Wellesley College, using art history to challenge her students’ pre-ordained roles as perfect housewives.

Both teachers are NOT merely instructing— they’re awakening their students, making them see the world differently, and often doing so in ways that put them at odds with their school’s administration.

The Oppressive Institution and Its Ideals

Welton Academy is a suffocating prep school that values discipline over creativity, much like Wellesley College in the 1950s. They outwardly promote academic excellence but ultimately groom women to become ideal wives. (T_T)

Both films show how these institutions uphold deeply ingrained traditions that resist change, even when it's clearly needed.

Both films show some of the human cost of trying, and giving up.

A Group of Students at a Crossroads

Just like Todd, Neil, and the rest of the DPS boys who struggle between expectation and their own desires, the young women in MLS— Joan, Betty, Giselle, and Connie—each navigate their own battles between societal pressure and personal ambition.

Joan (Julia Stiles) mirrors Todd.

Betty (Kirsten Dunst) is like a mix of Cameron and Richard from DPS.

Giselle (Maggie Gyllenhaal) is the Charlie of the group.

The Tragedy of Repression

DPS’s tragedy is clear: someone's dreams are crushed & there is a heartbreaking su*c*de [all the trigger warnings apply]. MLS doesn’t have a singular moment that tragic, but its heartbreak is quieter—seeing some brilliant young women choose societal expectations over their own ambitions because it feels like the only option... that is definitely going to haunt some people more than it may haunt white cis-hetero male viewers.

In both films, someone (one you probably like most of all, in both films) will have something horrible happen to them by their own choice, and that is very haunting.

Additionally, I dont think it's too big a spoiler to say oth films end with the teacher leaving— but to say why would spoil the endings of the films.

The last scenes mirror each other emotionally: in DPS & MLS, a quiet, bittersweet goodbye with both endings suggesting that while the teacher is gone, the ideas they planted will live on.

Key Differences

The Central Conflict

DPS is about breaking free from repression through art and poetry. It’s about passion, self-expression, and the fight for creative freedom.

MLS is about that too, though with more of a (*cough*white*cough*cough*) feminist focus on gender roles, feminism, and intellectual independence to have intellectual and self growth as an individual— and it asks whether women can truly be free when they’re still expected to conform to outdated expectations.

Homoerotic "Sub"text

[be honest: if you miss it in either film you're in denial or unobservent and that is your own journey you need to take]

DPS is filled with homoerotic tension, especially between Todd and Neil. The intimacy between the boys—the longing glances, the whispered poetry, the emotional weight of their friendships—feels deeply charged.

If you DEMAND that level of queerness, MLS ain't it.

MLS has some queer subtext, particularly with [one character], who is coded as more fluid in her sexuality, but the film doesn’t lean into that as much as DPS does because it's focused more on the pseudo-historical narrative from the book upon which it was based.

Don't forget that DPS came out to cinemas...

THEN "The Craft" did,

THEN "Cruel Intentions" did,

THEN MLS.

DPS was intentionally pushing boundaries of censors for queer story-telling when the USA was still afraid for gay people to peck each other with a little kiss on the lips on television before 10 PM.

DPS ends in a tragedy that reinforces the cost of defying the system— [spoilers redacted], and the boys are [narratively] left in a state which leaves the viewers feeling a bittersweet limbo.

MLS is perhaps a bit more hopeful; and although the school seemingly remains unchanged, things in that world have definitely shifted for the characters.

Their worlds aren't fully transformed though for MLS, it’s beginning to open up, but MLS leaves viewers with their own bittersweet limbo like DPS[-lite] with a sliver of a dash of hope.

Final Verdict:

"Mona Lisa Smile" is "Dead Poets Society" through a differing feminist lens.

It swaps poetry for art,

an all-boys school for an all-girls college, and

queer-coded male friendships for female students fighting for their intellectual freedom.

It has the same spirit—

a teacher who inspires students to think for themselves, an oppressive institution trying to maintain order, and young people wrestling with societal expectations.

However, where DPS is a tale of tragic repression, MLS leans toward quiet rebellion— not a fiery "O Captain, My Captain" moment, but a slow, steady push toward change.

just saw this on pinterest and it hit me like a truck

[demonic0angel]

Jazz and Dani doing fun girly stuff with Cass and Steph at a slumber party.

“Sooo… any secrets to tell? Tea to spill? Gossip to share?” Steph asked, as she sat still while Cass delicately painted her fingernails a muted autumn orange.

Jazz, as she sat behind her and brushed her hair, sighed and said, “I wish I could tell, but it’s patient-doctor confidentiality.”

“Ooh!” Dani said, from where she was sitting on the ground and trying to figure out the homemade face mask machine. “I got one! Remember the other day when we all went shopping together at the mall center and we had to save that really nice girl with the stalker friend? Yeah, I found out that her girlfriend stepped in to help her, so now that ex-best friend is pissed and going on social media to try and expose her!”

Steph gasped, but Cass held on tight to her wrist, finishing the pinky finger nail with a flourish. When she let go, Steph flapped her hands and cried out, “No way! Has it been working?”

“On Facebook, yeah. On anywhere else? Not a chance,” Dani snorted, before cheering, “Yes!” as the face mask machine finally started working, creating a face mask with the homemade ingredients they put in.

Cass remarked, “The best friend is a bad friend.”

Jazz sighed and nodded, finishing Steph’s hairstyle with a plaited braid. “I feel so bad for her. Her ex-best friend clearly needs help but no one is willing to step in but the girl’s girlfriend!”

Jazz then moved to sit behind Dani and braid her hair as Steph instructed Cass to take out her laptop so they could watch a movie.

“Thank goodness I never had to deal with a stalker best friend like that!” Steph breathed a sigh of relief.

Cass stared at her. Steph paused, meeting her eyes in confusion before she had a look of realization and then reassured her, “Of course, you’re my best friend, Cass. It’s different because your entire family are stalkers.”

Cass nodded, appeased before pulling up a movie.

“Let’s watch a horror movie. No, wait, a ghost movie!” Dani proposed, taking out the face mask and layering it on Cass’ face, who accepted it without protest. Jazz quickly tied off her hair, which was formed into double Dutch braids, when she stood up.

Steph tapped her chin with a finger, pausing only when Jazz gave her a warning look. Sheepishly, she stopped to preserve her nails and she said, “If we used an ouija board and tried to call for the nearest spirit, do you think Dani would be able to communicate with us without having to go ghost?”

They all stared at each other.

Then Jazz stood up and said, “I’ll find the ouija board. Bruce has one in the living room, right?”

Cass answered, “Under the Monopoly.”

“Got it! Pause on the movie, let’s experiment first!”

Stephanie snorted. “Nails, face masks, hair braiding, gossiping, horror movies and experimentation. What’s not to love about sleepovers?”

[witchybitchycrybaby]

Till death do us...

Emmrich Volkarin x reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You throw awkward necromancy pick-up lines just to see how he reacts.

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: I haven’t played the game yet so I’m sorry for any inconsistencies. Also, I need this man carnally.

~

Professor Emmrich Volkarin had endured many things through his lifetime—and seen even more. He’d also had his fair share of lovers and infatuations. You, however, were a different kind of experience.

You’ve been together for a while now, and yet you still found ways to leave him breathless and completely undone. Not always exactly by what you did to him in your bedroom...

Like, for example, this one time when Emmrich was summoning the spirit of the dead after Neve had asked him for help. You’ve been very observant throughout the whole occurrence—and rather helpful too. It was after Neve thanked him and left the library that you made a remark that almost swept him off his feet.

„You know,” you started as he made his way to one of the bookshelves, „I tried to summon a spirit once.”

„Oh, and pry tell, how did it go? Did you succeed?” Emmrich turned to look at you, there was a hint of pride in his smile.

You intertwined your fingers behind your back and slowly came closer to him, a teasing grin on your face. „Yes and no,” you said as you were finally standing mere inches from him. „You see, professor Volkarin, all I got was butterflies whenever you walk by.”

Oh, you got him. You got him good.

He stilled, his whole body frozen at your words. His eyes widened, and the smile dropped from his face. Your dear necromancer was stunned into silence, only able to look at you with those big, wide eyes. You could practically see the gears in his head moving, trying to process what you had just said to him.

He regained his composure, of course, but not before you could enjoy his panicked expression.

„Butterflies,” he repeated, clearing his throat in an attempt to regain some semblance of dignity. You could, however, see the faintest shade of pink creeping up his cheeks. Somehow, that made you smile even more.

„You truly have a way with words, don’t you, my dearest?” He paused, and you noticed his eyes softening as his gaze quickly flickered once from your eyes to your lips and back. „I must admit, that was the most charming way someone has ever paid a compliment to me.”

You hummed, clearly happy with yourself. Oh, and how well did that look suit you. Emmrich felt like he could be undone by just that alone—by just looking at you and at that smugness mixed with love in your eyes.

And then you placed your hands on his shoulders and climbed on your toes. His hands found their way to your waist on their own accord, as if there was where they belonged. You kissed him softly then. It was almost too short of a kiss for him when you leaned back a little bit and pretended to smooth the wrinkles on his shirt that weren’t even there.

„I’ll consider it a great achievement, then.”

You took a step back, getting just out of his reach. Emmrich’s hands fell away from your waist, his fingers aching to pull you back into his arms.

„You know, Emmrich,” you said turning back to him as you were leaving the library, „I think I quite like it when you’re speechless, so I don’t think I’ll stop at just this one.”

And just like that, you disappeared behind the door, leaving the necromancer alone, his hands clenching into fists.

Or this other time when you both were in your bedroom. You were sitting at the vanity table, thoroughly brushing your hair, and Emmrich was still deep in some research, scribbling notes at the desk.

You then put the brush away and turned to look at him, at how the quill in his hand scratched against the parchment. And an idea slowly bloomed in your mind.

„Emmrich?” You said, trying to get his attention. He hummed and knowing he’s listening, you continued. „Are we in a graveyard? Because my love for you is six feet deep.”

Emmrich’s quill stilled, and you heard him exhale slowly. He turned in his chair to look at you.

„Pardon?” He asked, and it was all you needed.

Your lips curled into a smirk, and you came closer to him. Your eyes were bright, mischief dancing in them.

„Oh, you heard me.”

A pause.

„I... I hoped I didn’t.”

You laughed then. A sound so sweet his heart fluttered and danced in his chest.

„I have some more of these, you know. Would you like to hear them?”

You sounded almost cheerful. And who was Emmrich Volkarin to take away your joy? So he just sighed and put his quill in the ink bottle. His eyes then returned to yours, waiting. You could sense the silent question in them: I love you, you are my everything, but also, why?

„Alright.” He said reluctantly. „Let’s hear it.”

„If you were a spirit, I’d let you haunt me forever.”

He chuckled despite himself. „This one was almost sweet, dearest.”

You beamed at him and his breath hitched at the sight.

„Oh, yes, I’m quite pleased with myself, thank you. But I can do better.” You cleared your throat. „Are you a necropolis? Because I’d love to get lost in you.”

Emmrich sighed again, but this time he also pinched the bridge of his nose. You, however, didn’t give him time to comment and immediately started talking again.

„I’d say you’ve put a spell on me, but honestly, I think it’s just necromantic attraction. You get it? Nec-romantic.” You winked at him, clearly delighted by your own wordplay.

„Darling—„ he groaned.

But you were already sliding onto his lap, your legs on either side of his. One of your hands found its place just above his heart, while the other started playing with the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

„I know you love me.” Your smile softened as his arms embraced you.

„Tragically, yes.”

You gasped dramatically with feigned offence, and pressed a hand to your chest. „Tragically? You wound me, my love.”

„I assure you,” Emmrich said dryly, „it’s nothing a little resurrection can’t fix.”

Your hand came back to its place right above his heart. You could feel it beating frantically beneath your palm and you grinned. „It’s good to see you getting into the spirit of it!”

His hands tightened at your waist. „Did I just— Did you just say—„

„Resurrection? Yes. In the spirit of it? Also yes.” You confirmed with a smug expression on your face.

He just stared at you, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t really know what. He sighed and rested his forehead against your shoulder. „Maker, have mercy...”

„I don’t think the Maker will listen to your prayers, my love.”

You then took his face in your hands and kissed him, soft as butterfly wings. You were so gentle, it was almost cruel. Emmrich tightened his hold on you as if he was afraid you’d disappear. You wandered with your kisses; your lips brushed against his, then against the corner of his lips, then his jaw. You were savoring him, tasting him, like you had all the time in the world.

When you pulled back, Emmrich chased after you, whispering your name like a prayer. His eyes were dark and half-lidded, and his cheeks adorned a delicate flush of the softest pink. You brushed your thumbs over his heated skin, which earned you a shudder from Emmrich. Gods, you’d never seen a man more beautiful.

„So,” you said, a teasing tone returning to your voice, „do you want to hear one more?”

For a second, there was confusion on Emmrich’s face. But a second later he groaned and leaned his head back. As if that could stop you from completely undoing him.

„No.”

„Are you sure?”

You pulled him so that he had no choice but to look at you again. You almost laughed at his strained face.

„Yes.”

„...I think you’re lying.”

He took a deep breath and then exhaled sharply. When he finally spoke, you could tell he was already regretting this decision to indulge you.

„Fine. One more.”

You actually giggled like a child, preparing yourself to speak.

„It’s gonna be a bad one.”

„I’ve never ruled out that possibility.”

„Okay, okay, so... I bet you’re great with your hands.” There was a brief pause, but Emmrich only blinked. „You know, you handle bones all day, precise movements and all.”

Silence.

Even more silence, followed by even more blinking.

„Did you like it?” You asked, but you already knew the answer. You wondered if he was questioning his life choices right now.

Emmrich opened his mouth only to close it again, pressing his lips into a thin line.

„I—„ he paused, clearly flustered, and shook his head. „I’m not sure if I should be flattered or concerned, darling.”

At this point you couldn’t hold back any longer, and a laugh bubbled up from your chest. Your face lit up with joy and satisfaction. You leaned closer so that your faces were mere inches away.

„Oh, come on,” you teased, your fingers tracing shapes at the back of his neck. „You did like it a little, am I right? I mean, I’m just trying to... raise your spirits.”

You winked at your last words, and felt his fingers digging into your body. Not in a painful way, but in the way that told you to be careful with what you said next.

„Raise my spirits?” He repeated, tilting his head.

„Well, yes. Among other things.”

„My dearest heart...” You could almost hear the warning in his voice. Almost. So you kissed his lips, ready to deliver the final blow.

„What do you say we go to bed? I’d like to see if I can make you breathless for different reasons than my pick-up lines.”

Emmrich sighed deeply, almost resignedly.

„This is what I get for indulging you.”

You laughed, softer this time, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. „Come to bed, Emmrich.”

„...Very well. But if I hear one more necromantic innuendo before dawn, I swear—„

But before he could finish you kissed him. Hard this time. There was a promise in a way your lips moved against his. Emmrich responded immediately, his lips parting slightly as if you were his god, for whom he was ready to sacrifice himself.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted you, as though you weighed nothing. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he moved towards your bed.

„I love you,” you breathed between the kisses, your finger already working on the buttons of his shirt.

„I love you, too.”

Emmrich laid you on the soft mattress, his touch reverent. He placed his hands on both sides of your head and rested his forehead against yours.

„You are going to be the death of me,” he whispered. „And I fear I will go willingly.”

[junglejim4322]

curly hair conditioner actually doesn't turn your hair curly necessarily, it just tends to be extra moisturizing to help bring out and define whatever curls your hair is capable of forming. you may have a curlier hair pattern, just it probably wasn't easy to detect because really undefined brushed out curls tend to look like thick fluffy/frizzy waves. if you like the look and want to experiment with it more maybe you can get a curly conditioner like the one you tried whenever you go restock on your usual one

I think im going to keep using the one I tried because my hair turned out really nice in general. I know there’s a whole process to bringing out natural curl patterns, my mom actually has curly hair but her hair is very different from mine and she’s also the only person in like my entire family that’s ever had curly hair for some reason (her parents fully did the “don’t know how to deal with it so we’ll chop it all off” method for years quite evil) however my hair wasn’t wavy before covid hair loss and I really don’t know how to manage it/kind of not sure if it looks good on me but I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with my hair since I was like. 13 idk my hair improving has me a bit inspired maybe I’ll look into it. Greetings loved ones let’s take a hair journey

[prncesschloe]

ϧ୧ someones knocking at the door, welcome in.. flower!reader

white soft sand god is a woman

colored tattoos & matching piercings

flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers on flowers

will always question the meaning of life, gets a new hyper-fixation on different philosophers, poets, authors, artists, singers etc

smoking>>drinking ethereal-being

spring showers, part of her gets high off just being in the rain

high-key finds kooks scary

decorating her long locs— puts them up in pigtails with long ribboned bows

loves dying her hair, each time she colors it represents a different stage of her life

hand-made clothes sza and beabadoobee

her heart aches for long soft sex, but only receives harsh fucks. she blames it on the fact she does onlyfans and only attracts ‘losers’

both a girl and boy kisser, don’t get her started on that one girl

deeply connected to mother nature, being nude constantly in the solitude of her small house— resided on the cut, providing her a quiet life

a frog in another life polaroid pics gardens in her surprisingly large backyard

ϧ୧ her real name is blythe iyora, whos single mother cut her off at the ripe age of 16 all marren yearly type of shit

ϧ୧ believe it or not, but has the kookiest mom— she even lives on the mainland, or she did last time flower!reader checked

ϧ୧ has two dogs, both adopted— don’t shop. a dalmatian who’s spots are brown instead of black, and a cream colored, long haired dachshund

ϧ୧ not only does her social media portrait her aesthetic, but her onlyfans does as well. posing in her lush backyard full of flowers and tall grass, or just posting a random pic of a squirrel on a log. her subscribers love it

ϧ୧ speaking about her backyard, she absolutely adores it. references to it as the ‘garden of eden’, a big large pond on the side that took days of convincing barry to help her build it, home-grown fruit + vegetables, flowers that she considers her children, etc etc

ϧ୧ is so self-kept, that when her name gets mentioned anywhere. It’s 85% chance they’ll have no idea who she is, and if they do, the only words they describe her with is ‘that one fairy lookin bitch?

ϧ୧ flower!reader who gets her weed from barry, he even wraps her shit up in lacey bows— he has no clue on why he does it. only excuse is that he thinks of her as a sister

ϧ୧ flower!reader who is still oblivious to the fact that as soon as she left barrys trailer, he almost knocked out rafe when he asked barry for her number, and said she looked like ‘a strange hot lookin’ girl’

ϧ୧ thought she was tweaking every time she saw rafe out in public more often than the week prior, then proceeded to be even more tweaked out everytime he tried to make his advances on her. would hit him with the “are you talking to me?” line as she looked around for anyone around the two of them.

ϧ୧ she finds herself up at night sometimes, sitting on her hammock wondering what her mom was up to, in to which her wondering turns into her getting reheated all over again at the fact that she left her all alone.

ϧ୧ her house is whimsical as shit, blames it on the fact that she missed out on half of her teenage experience. and overall being forced to grow up and get her shit together.

ϧ୧ whenever any of her onlyfan subs asks flower!reader about all the toys n stuffed animals she owns, she tells them that she’s a collector, when she knows damn well that all 19 of her stuffed animals are named and cared for

ϧ୧ brushes off the fact that she hallucinates a tad bit, barely though.

[alphaclxwn]

she deserves nice things and to be able to be her own person

i have so many thoughts about her and her deconstructed self she’s such a cool character to dissect

[chellychuu]

Misty 💛

Kofi ♡ Inprnt

[enthusiastic-nimrod]

Cowabunga, Dudes!

[kundool]

trying different brushes💐

[amyrosedaily]

day 27: Chao!

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[marigraphia]

Hey remember when Kory was a Justice League member with a bangin' costume

[carp3tpasta]

Into Infinity

[spookythesillyfella]

·-★ BLORBO ATTACK !!!!!! ★-·

★ close upz under cut :

[whosectype]

A lil bit of fanart for @loimologia’s Chalice!!

[clodsire-the-random-creature]

The rainy mountain.

[lixenn]

Welcome to The Amazing Miyako Show, proudly sponsored by the infamous Murakami family! Remember, before you sign that pesky waiver absolving them of all responsibility for your life and limbs, let's get down to the action! You've been invited to be part of the show, and the hungry mob is hungry for some entertainment! Show off your skills, your talents, or your complete lack thereof, and dazzle the crowd! And don't worry, the only thing that could be on the chopping block is your dignity.

Thank you so much for the invitation! Lovely to receive this in my humble inbox Mel 💜✨

Be dazzled! Not.

(reading direction right to left because I'm a weeb 🫡)

Let it be known that the Murakami family should also have signed a waiver because Dave's lack of talent when it comes to singing is easily weaponized. RIP to everyones eardrums 🙏 (except Chief's because he came prepared and left the room after the first verse).