#vanessa 80s singer

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

Vanessa (real name Cornelia Jacoba (Connie) Witteman) a Dutch 80s eurodance/pop singer.

[cleopatragirlie]

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

[literallydontknowdontcare]

idk if you’ve done this already bc all the vanessa fics r merging together in my brain, but maybe smtg where she has a very stressful day at work, and needs to take her anger out in a healthy way (by doing the reader!!!)

Taking It Out On You

a/n: I love this prompt but I was on a certain sleepy drug when writing (I'm sick as hell right now) so I have no idea if this is good LOL. Anyway, exams are officially over so MORE FICS! YAY! And thanks for the love recently, you all are amazing :) Enjoy!

Content/Warning: smut, choking, pussy slapping, fingering [all r receiving], exhausted/pissed off Vanessa, handcuff use, gun used on you to get you off, you being a good baker, side note I love the Elizabeth lail edits recently 

w/c: 2304

You swayed your hips to the radio. Recently, there was more 80s music than new age, which you weren’t complaining about; sure, you missed hearing the newly hyped singer Miss Britney Spears, but even you had to admit Tears for Fears had a kick to it. Kneading into the last of the cookie dough, you conveniently hear the rumble of Vanessa's police vehicle pulling up to your shared home. Smiling, you pause the music, swiping off the flour that dusted the white countertops onto your apron just as the engine outside slows to a halt. The bench is now fairly clean, you wait eagerly as you see the faint outline of your girlfriend emerging from the car through the window.

The front door clicks open. You hear Vanessa’s footsteps thud a lot less carefully; usually, she would sneak up behind you from wherever you were in the house. She gradually got better at it, too, her dangerous job teaching her a thing or two. It was unlike her to come home after a long shift careless, thudding her jacket and gear on the ground before pressing herself behind you. She inhaled the scent of your freshly washed hair, groaning.

“Bad day?”, you ask, grabbing the pan of unbaked goods and placing them into the oven, Vanessa moving with you so she didn’t have to remove her grasp around you. She huffed as a reply. As you stood back up, she whipped you around, momentarily giving you whiplash. You took in her expression for the first time; her eyes were essentially dead, her pressed lips giving the smallest of indications that she was happy to be home as she attempted a smile when your eyes met.

“It was... Definitely a day”, she sighed. You tilted your head, lifting your hands to cup her face.

“Want to talk about it?”, you prod gently. It seemed that Vanessa was experiencing harder rosters more frequently than before: you presumed it was the pressure of her father, whom she almost never talked about, getting to her. Vanessa simply stared behind you at the oven, her dull eyes beginning to twinkle. “Chocolate chip?”, she questioned, avoiding your query.

You bit your lip and nodded. Her eyes met yours again and you pushed your face closer to hers, not quite reaching her lips but certainly leaving the possibility. Maintaining eye contact, you reach behind her head and softly pull on the hairtie of her ponytail, letting her short, blonde hair loose. She fluttered her eyes closed, groaning. You slide your fingers through the strands of her hair, pulling on them slightly to release any tension. Vanessa inhaled deeply. Pressing your lips against her jaw, you start to pepper her face with small kisses when you feel her take her hands off you, to your dismay.

*Shuffle shuffle*

Vanessa fiddled with her police belt, something that made your groin twist deliciously just from the sound of it. It usually meant one of two things: either she was about to take it off and with it her pants, or she was about to use something *from her belt*. As you attempt to part your lips from her face, she cuts you off.

“Don’t look”, she retorts. As much as you’d like to disobey those orders, there was no way you wanted to be her day even shittier. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you rest your head against her neck as you feel her take something off her belt. Smirking, she raises the object up to your stomach, pressing it deep into your flesh. You gasp and jump back, the coolness startling you. Before you could look down, she spun you around, slamming you against the sink. You whine, your knuckles gripping onto the counter. Vanessa returned to your behind in a flash, grinding her front against you. Disappointingly, you couldn’t feel a strap underneath her pants. You huff, which she notices immediately.

Grabbing onto your neck with a force that startled you, she brought you up so that you were standing straight up as opposed to being bent over. “With what I’m about to do to you, we won’t be needing my cock, baby”, she growled, her hand beginning to tighten around the sides of your neck. You gasp out, your hands rising to your neck to ease the grip, only to be yanked away behind you.

“Vanessa”, you cautioned, unsure of what she was getting at. You heard the jangle of the metal cuffs and froze. “You wanted to help me, yeah?”, she sang sweetly. “Baking me something, cleaning up the front of the house for me”, regarding the time you spent earlier today reorganizing and decorating the place for winter to make it homier.

“You want to make me feel good?”

You don’t hesitate to answer. “Always”

“Then let me use you”. You hear the clank of the cuffs being closed around your hands tightly, Vanessa's leg coming up between your legs that you opened just for her. “Let me see you come with my gun in your mouth”. At that sentence alone, you couldn’t help but let out a moan, jolting your hips involuntarily down on the thigh she had graciously given you. She laughed darkly behind you, removing herself completely from you, making you cry out and turn around to face her. You already missed her manicured hand that fit so perfectly around your neck, acting like a necklace you wished you could always have.

“Couch, baby”, Vanessa demanded, allowing herself to watch you as you made your way out of the room; God, you being in her handcuffs with a vacant, submissive look in your eyes made her want to double down on being rough with you. She followed you soon after, the only thing missing from her outfit being the cuffs that were around your hands and the gun... That was being held so confidently in Vanessa's right hand.

You shifted from your position on the couch, unsure. She laid it beside you, her mouth twitching at your confusion, before climbing on top of you to straddle your waist. She slammed her lips onto yours passionately, hot saliva mixing on both lips. Your moans gradually got louder as her hands attached to the back of your head, roughly pulling at your hair. Vanessa bites your lip harshly, grinning as you try to back away. Her hands leave your hair and begin to forcefully strip your pants from your body. Parting your lips from hers, you lift your legs up to assist her. The soft warm light from the living room lamp perfectly accentuated each other's features; Vanessa's eyes were completely focused on you, taking your sticky panties and flushed cheeks.

“Top off”, she leaned back, watching you rush to meet her demand, smirking as you fumbled with the buttons of your shirt. Now being completely naked, your skimpy bra and underwear being the only things covering your very aroused parts, she spread your thighs with an air of smugness.

“Vanessa”, you pout, jerking your pussy up. She trailed a slim finger along the top of your briefs, pulling them down slowly. Your breasts rise and fall rapidly at the sensuality of it all: the relaxed pace made you even more blushed. Moving her fingers around your folds, you lean your head back, closing your eyes in pleasure. Suddenly, Vanessa slapped at your pussy. Crying out, you snap your head back up and shut your legs. She didn’t like that. Narrowing her eyes, she yanked them back open, harshly slapping the inner side. “Keep them open. Don’t make me tie up your legs as well”. You squirm as she rubs her middle and ring finger quickly on your puffy clit, mewing out loud at the vulgar noises she was creating.

“So sweet like this, hm? Think you can last more than... What was it? Eight seconds?”, Vanessa snickered, recalling the time you came so quickly underneath her that it was actually dismal. You blush at her mocking tone. She swirled her fingers around your opening, her mouth twitching at the way your pussy spasmed when she pumped them in. You lay down, whimpering as she picked up the pace. With no regard to how prepared you were, she shoved two more fingers in. Wailing, you move your hips with her, remembering that she wasn’t doing this for you; she was doing this for her. The thrusts turned into a heavy pound, your moans making it known that you couldn’t take it. Vanessa feasted her eyes on your body, licking her lips at the way your arousal pooled on the leather of the couch. As you were distracted with the overwhelming urge to come right there and then, she reached for the gun. Too zoned out to notice, you felt her lips attach to your neck. “Don’t make a mark”, you plead as best as you can. She ignores you, licking at your sweet spot before sinking her teeth into the flesh. Hissing, you pull away before stopping dead in your tracks.

Pressed against your stomach was Vanessa’s gun. Just a Glock 22, you knew that much, as it was the same one every cop used around here. Though, the coldness of the frame stunned you, both from the Glock and Vanessas stared. She stared you down as she removed her other hand from your pussy, smirking at the yelp it caused. Your fluids glistened on her hand in the warm light. You wearily watch her stroke her hand up and down the tip of the gun.

Once satisfied, she pointed the gun at your stomach, tilting her head at your small gasp of exhilaration and fear. “I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Are you sure about this?”, she asked sweetly. Her gun was completely empty, for she always took the bullets out at the office after a shift. You didn’t know this, though. You would be relying completely on her skill and carefulness in handling a gun. Vanessa's stomach twisted deliciously at your utter dependence on her. Sucking a breath in, you nod.

She trailed the cool gun up your body, stopping short at your mouth. Pulling your messy hair back, your face red, she tapped the tip of your swollen lips. “Open up for me baby”, she husked. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and swirl it around the muzzle, breasts rapidly rising and falling from the thrill of it all. She forces the frame in, resting her finger on the trigger. You groan at the taste of your own cum. “See? Look how good you can be”, Vanessa murmured, shifting her body as she felt her own pussy thud. Unable to go slowly anymore, she began to roughly thrust the gun in and out of your throat, abusing it as she would with her strap. You gag as it passes your comfort zone, rolling your eyes back when you feel her other hand slap your pussy once more. She stands up, laughing darkly to herself at your obedience. Your eyelashes flutter, saliva dribbling onto the glock. Holding onto your head, she takes out the gun and pulls you up to turn you around. Your hands, still cuffed, grab onto the top of the back pillows, your knees digging into the seat.

“You going to punish me, officer? I thought you said I was a good girl”, you purr. You felt Vanessa’s hands wrap around your front. Your neck was snapped back as she gripped you, sliding the gun through your folds. “If you think this is me punishing you, you better hope you don’t disobey me”, she taunted. She plunged the muzzle into your pussy, groaning at how easily it slipped in. Almost immediately, she rammed it at a swift rate, choking you when your sobs went too loud. Widening your eyes, you lift your bound hands to your neck and grab onto her hand to ease the grip. “Enough”, she spat, fucking you faster and squeezing your neck harder. Your hips were slamming between the cushions and Vanessa's thighs, arousal streaming down your body. With a muffled cry, you tightened your grip around her hand, signaling your need for release. By some sort of miracle, she went even faster. The combination of Vanessa's grunts, the pressure on your throat, and the gun that was currently abusing your overworked pussy made you scream out in pleasure.

“Uh uh. Tell me what you want”, Vanessa asked, refusing to accept your nonverbal request to cum.

Swallowing once, twice, you manage to simper out, “Pl-Please officer. Let me cum, please please please plea-”

In a flash, she released her grasp from your neck and shoved her fingers into your mouth, her pace in your pussy unchanging. You cum with a scream, your body jolting at the stimulation.

“There's a good girl”, she cooed, slowing her thrusts before removing the gun from your destroyed pussy. You flop your head backward onto her shoulder, staring at the ceiling as the world around you doubles. You felt Vanessa softly rub your thighs, whispering words of encouragement as you faded back to earth from your high.

“Always such a good girl when you play sweet”, she smiled as you turned your head to kiss her. Deepening the kiss, she placed the soaked gun down and wrapped her hands fully around you, inhaling your scent. She moved her lips to your jaw, where she peppered soft kisses as you giggled.

“Vanessa”

“Mh?”

“The handcuffs”

Vanessa laughed on your neck, pulling herself away from you.

“Stay there, I’ll be right back”

As she walked out of the living room and into the kitchen, you remembered the cookies that were still baking. “And check on the oven as well”, you shout out, collapsing onto the couch with a small grin.

[star-going-supernova]

Gregory has a nightmare where his dad, a famous singer, was an animatronic bear inside an 80s themed entertainment venue and his sister was a guard/rabbit killer. And tells it all at breakfast.

Give it up for tumblr generated prompt number 18! This one is also from ao3, by Ewq1111. Another very fun prompt! Framing canon as a dream one of the characters has is always going to get a chuckle out of me. Gregory is nine, Vanessa is fifteen, and Freddy’s their bio dad. 

Dreams (Probably) Don’t Have Deeper Meanings

It was fifty-fifty on whether Freddy would be the first up in their home. Not between him and his eldest, no. Vanessa would sleep until noon if she wasn’t retrieved sooner. But his youngest, Gregory, had more energy than any of them knew what to do with. 

He tried to be downstairs first mostly to avoid a repeat of the time Gregory decided to walk alone to the park two blocks over at 6:30 a.m. He didn’t always manage it, but his son at least had taken mercy on Freddy’s poor heart and not done that again. That he instead somehow found his way to the roof as an alternative two weeks after the park incident was… not ideal. 

These were the things Freddy was thinking about as he laid in bed, just barely awake, and heard Gregory’s door open. Before he could muster up the strength to slide out from under the covers to intercept him, those quick little footsteps had come right up to his own door. 

Freddy lifted his head, suddenly alert, as Gregory slipped into his bedroom. To his relief, Gregory didn’t look distressed as he climbed up on the bed and crawled over to collapse beside Freddy. He so hated to see his son upset. 

“I had a weird dream,” he announced, muffled where his face was pressed into the comforter. 

Freddy chuckled and nudged him into rolling over so they could face each other. “Was it a good weird dream?”

“I dunno. It wasn’t bad. Just… weird.” 

At risk of putting Gregory back to sleep, Freddy reached up and began to run his fingers through his son’s fluffy hair. He went limp almost immediately. “What was it about?” Freddy asked. 

“I got lost in a big mall. Like, really big. It had a bowling alley and laser tag and go karts and a big concert room and two arcades—”

“That is really big,” Freddy agreed. 

Gregory nodded. “And there were robots all over the place. Some were cleaning, and some were rolling around with flashlights. They were looking for intruders—like me!—but they were really bad at it. They didn’t see me until I ran into them.” He giggled. 

It sounded exactly like the sort of silly thing Gregory would dream of. “I suppose not even robots are guaranteed to be good at their jobs.”

“Yeah! But they weren’t the best robots. There was a band! A chicken, an alligator, a wolf, and a bear. They were all really cool.” 

Freddy tried to imagine it. “They actually looked like animals?” 

Gregory snorted. “No, no, like if humans wore costumes that looked like animals. Like mascots.” 

“Ah. But they weren’t costumes?” 

“Nope, they were animaltronics.” He frowned. “Wait. Um.” 

“Animatronics?” Freddy offered. 

His son wiggled. “Yeah, that! But the bear was you, Dad.” He kept going before Freddy could process that. “You were an orange bear with a blue lightning bolt on your chest and you were the singer in the band, and all the other robots were trying to get me except for you. And I hid in your stomach.” 

Freddy laughed. “I can see why it was a weird dream. Did I help keep you safe? Was I a good robot bear?” 

“You were the best!” Gregory nearly shouted. “You called me superstar and I had a watch with a special button that I could press and you would come find me! And you were pretty silly sometimes, but that’s okay, ’cause you’re my dad.”

Hm, superstar. He liked that, actually, quite a bit. But, “I was still your dad?” 

“Not really? But you were very dadly and you were always so worried about me. So even though I didn’t really think you were my real dad, you still kinda felt like a dad, y’know?” 

Pulling Gregory closer to press a kiss to his forehead, he said, “I’ll always protect you, superstar, even in your dreams.” 

Gregory beamed. “And even as a robot bear.”

The bedroom door opened the rest of the way, revealing Vanessa in all her bleary-eyed glory. She yawned and shuffled inside. “What’s all the racket about?” she asked. 

Gregory sat up. “Oops, sorry, Ness.” 

Joining him, Freddy explained, “Gregory was just telling me about his strange dream. I was apparently a singing robot bear protecting him from other robot animals.” 

She blinked at them, looking so tired you’d think she’d barely gotten any sleep at all. But Freddy knew his daughter, and he knew she was absolutely out by eleven at the latest. And he knew this because their bedrooms shared a wall, and—he could never tell her this—she snored quite loudly. 

“Weird,” Vanessa agreed. “Was I in it?” 

Scrambling off the bed, already getting distracted by the promise of breakfast now that they were all up, Gregory absently said, “Yeah, you were the night guard at the mall but sometimes you had a bunny costume on.” 

“There are worse things, I guess.” 

Gregory slipped past her and said over his shoulder, “You were also a murderer and you were trying to kill me. Can we make pancakes?” 

Vanessa gaped for a moment before darting after her brother, shouting, “What do you mean I was a murderer?! Gregory!” 

Left alone in his bedroom, Freddy dragged his hand down his face with an amused groan. And then he quickly went after them when a loud crash sounded from downstairs. 

[gavalaa]

Fnaf security breach poster redraw featuring my glamrock redesigns and Gregory! The glams are all based on different 80s singers (KISS, Madonna, Dolly Parton, David Bowie and Elton John)

The AU is called VOSS (Vindication of Severed Souls) and Vanessa was removed from the posted in favor of Bonnie (Vanessa is still a major contributing character). The girl in the background is not Vanny however, but a different antagonist. Gregory has come looking for someone, and he’s going to find them no matter what.

[ladyseidr]

super tired so music-themed headcanon dump for the fn.af muses!!

so like, yeah, unsurprisingly elise does enjoy classical music, but she's also a big fan of pop, disco, and some rock

henry's def a rock fan, but it's absolutely like. no metal. very typical 70's/80's rock. he and william share a similar but not identical taste. he also likes classics ( thinks music from the 50's ) because he finds it relaxing

jeremy's favorite genres are punk and hip hop with a good mix of rock and metal in there. He Is Not Immune To Other Genres. he does not have a complex about his music taste

michael has a complex about his music taste FJDHSKFAJ okay, only from ages. . . 12-19~. big Only I Know Good Music vibes. also big Popular Music Sucks Because It's Popular vibes and then he secretly listens to some of it anyway but it's "just an exception." i promise he soooo gets over this eventually

anyway, unsurprisingly his favorites genres tend to all revolve around rock, punk, metal, goth, etc.

rip jeremy you would have loved watching ken.drick destroy that disgusting asshole's career <3

vanessa with her mostly pop / indie, extremely wlw playlists on repeat for hours. i think she should get to play exclusively music your glitcht.rap would hate for hours in her headphones to drown him out

rory likes a wide variety, but his main genres tend to be ( again, unsurprisingly ) rock, punk, and hip hop

charlie likes rock, but nothing too heavy ( def no metal ). she also loves pop and anything in a similar vain

henry wouldn't call himself a country fan but he def listens to some of the classics because they remind him of growing up ( his parents were fans ) ( okay maybe this is projection )

honestly michael and jeremy both are regularly buying music, even when they can't really afford it

as i've mentioned, rory can sing but he won't typically do it front of others. exception: singing along to the radio / with somebody in their room. he will still act pissy and embarrassed if they call out that he's a good singer tho

jayne and her taste of both rock and indie / underground music <3

and finally a couple of dancing headcanons:

henry actually. . . does like to slow dance. nothing more complicated, really, but he finds it very romantic / intimate and enjoys it. it's even better if it's slow dancing while he and his partner are alone ( versus at an event / etc )

ngl michael would enjoy basic dancing if somebody could make him try it. bats my eyes at u. bonus points if it's just an excuse to put their hands all over one another / be dirty, he's into that LMAO

( jeremy and jayne are both also into that. just. for the record— )

rory "slow dancing is stupid" hunter when a cute boy wants to dance with him: 😳😳😳

elise is such a dances-to-flirt type, but she also enjoys dancing with friends!! whether it's a specific style or just good fun, she's always down to enjoy music

i am a vanessa as a chap.pell ro.an fan truther. certified classics in her mind.

i will always bring up the whole thing where elise would looooove for any of her kids to take dancing lessons and / or practice with her. like she is literally both a dancer and a teacher! this is her THING! her kids sharing her love of music would just make her so <3 <3 <3 ( this does also apply to learning instruments, btw, since that's what she actually teaches in school ) yes i already have asks to answer regarding this, but like. hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii—

[snowlessknitter]

The Masked Singer: S9 E8 (Warner Brothers Movie Night) Commentary

Watching on a DVR delay tonight, but as always, I post before seeing any unmaskings, so don’t take these guesses as spoilers.

Doll 👧: So, some are suggesting that this is actually an ‘80s rock star. Doll’s speaking voice sounds like he has a New York/New Jersey accent. A kiss 💋 landing on the cheek of a Man in Black and a heart-shaped lollipop. He sounds like Dee Snider from Twisted Sister (and I think he’s from New Jersey), but the kiss clue could also indicate that it could be either Paul Stanley or Gene Simmons from KISS. The bonus clue is a guitar case reading “King Status”. The lollipop clue could indicate the KISS album Lick It Up, and if I had to guess that it’s a member of KISS under the mask, it’d probably be Gene Simmons, because Paul Stanley doesn’t really sound that raspy when he sings. The voice is more Dee Snider, but the clues point more towards Gene Simmons.

Dandelion 🍃: References The Wizard of Oz. Has been in entertainment since childhood, and has performed with Madonna and Flea. Seemingly moved to a “Music City”, which suggests Nashville. The voice kind of sounds familiar, but I can’t pinpoint. Like, she sounds like Vanessa Williams, but I don’t know if she has Nashville connections, and she didn’t rise to fame until she won Miss America in the mid-1980s as a young woman. The bonus clue is a tag reading “Billboards”, and she apparently charted next to Olivia Rodrigo. Going on the voice alone, I’m gonna go with Vanessa Williams for now.

Mantis 🐛: This Mantis is dressed like The Fonz! 😂 “Known for his brooding persona.” Carrying a guitar, has been nominated for at least one Emmy Award and is good at comedy. He’s a published author, “has done Shakespeare”, so maybe he’s known for his work in theater? Holding a howling wolf plushie. Dang it, most of what I had written here got eaten by the draft. But anyway, my guess is that it’s Andy Samberg, who worked with Wolf 🐺 (Michael Bolton) on a song with his comedy group The Lonely Island. The trio has also been nominated for several Emmys (winning one), and Andy did a spoof of a biopic called Pop Star: Never Stop Never Stopping. Kevin Bacon is also a good guess, but Mantis sounds much younger than most of the judges’ guesses.

[jazzruinedmylife-blog]

Thursday 11/24/22 

Thanksgiving day. Harborview stop. Opici jug. Bourbon barrel cab. Schlem chat. Quick creekwalk. Inner harbor -- downtown. Pleasant temps. No jacket. Just collared shirt. Sun shining. 

2 PM -- Pick up Dolores. 

3 -- Dinner -- Turkey. Mashed potatoes. Peas & ham. Gluten free stuffing. Stuffing a la grandmother. My favorite. Soup w/pasta squares. Micks’s gravy. Columbus Bakery bread. Behaved, only one slice. Diet Pepsi. 2 glasses cab. Pie, just sliver. Loaded up on broccoli w/garlic, lemon juice.  

5 -- Drive Dolores home. 

Evening -- Dom texting continues. Sent release to Colorado Blue. Texting with her/her BF. Sent $80. 30 to Addy. No Schlem chat as bender continues. 

____________________________________ 

Wednesday 11/23/22

Afternoon walk. Called Cleveland Clinic about rescheduling Mick’s December appointment. Allison will be attending conference. We’re scheduled to see PA. Scans. Treatment midpoint assessment. Quick Schlem call. Returning from Mass run. 

4:30 PM -- Joe, Beth arrive. Drive to Franca’s. 

6 -- Hit. Jazz Mafia w/Vanessa. Bored w/my playing. Dull. Stodgy. Vocals muddy. Sit-ins. Joe F. Matt’s daughter on violin. Played After You’re Gone. Singer from Joe F’s band. Russian beauty. Sang Summertime. “Any key,” she said. Cool.

In fasting mode. Just one IPA. 

10:45 -- Home. Dom texting. Schlem friendship. No chat. 

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

thanks everyone for all your love on yesterday's post, i didn't really expect to get more than a couple notes lol. anyways, i'm back with more references to spanish culture i caught on while playing scarlet and violet yesterday!

this one is just funny and i have no idea if its intentional or not, but i love the musician trainer class in this game lol, i've only encountered the female version so idk if there's even a male one, but the name in spanish 'cantautora' translates to singer-songwriter, probably the most extended genre among modern spanish pop. also the model has the same vibes as famous singer-songwriters rosana and vanessa martín (both of them well-known lesbians) which is just fun. again, i don't know if it's intentional but if it is i have to handle it to the pokemon company.

before continuing, i tried my best not to see any leaks before the games released, so i'll also be discussing here some pokemon designs i'm seeing for the first time, starting by squawkabilly!

again, i don't know if pokémon had this in mind when designing this pokémon, but i feel like it references la movida, a rock and social movement during the 80s in spain (mainly in madrid) highly influential in the youth of that time and with a very defined punk-ish aesthetic. these words in the wikipedia page for it really remind me of squawkabilly's design:

just... this whole area. it screams jaén, the largest producer of olive oil in the world (there's a very high chance than the olive oil you regularly consume comes from here). the landscape is also similar to a dehesa, found in extremadura. hell, it is the most familiar landscape for me, as i live surrounded by a holm oak forest and it's almost exactly like this. same with the town, it looks like a little agricultural village in the heart of jaén.

the delibazaar (no idea if that's the english name sorry) stores reference the extremely common bazaars all throughout spain, think of them as dollar stores or bodegas! usually regented by chinese immigrants (that's why they're also just called chinos), you can find practically everything here, just like in the game stores!

and that's all for this post! they'll probably get shorter as i go through the region, as i imagine most of the things just get repeated

here's next post !!

[don-lichterman]

The streets of New Plymouth to come alive with the sound of music

The streets of New Plymouth to come alive with the sound of music

VANESSA LAURIE/Stuff Taranaki Sings, organised by Julian Raphael, creative lead, and Amy Mansfield, producer, features seven choirs, 200 singers and four locations in New Plymouth. The streets of New Plymouth will come alive with the sound of 200 people singing this Saturday as part of the 10-day Spiegel Fest. Taranaki Sings will feature seven local choirs made up of singers aged 8 to 80…

[regarde-la]

Vanessa Paradis, 1992

By John Stoddart

[paradiswrld]

Vanessa Paradis & Lenny Kravitz photographed by Jean-Baptiste Mondino, 1989.

[cnilk]

80s Music Videos•Vanessa Paradis- Marilyn Et John🌹1988

[midori-kim]

“Here are eternal dreams, woods without pathways.”

[rich-and-bitchy-is-my-type]

I’m already writing chapter 4 of In Spite Of Me but I decided to take a small break, so… in the meantime, here are some more Bee hcs!

🐝 She is mixed! She’s hispanic-american, her mother is white and indigenous and her father is half black. They both have hispanic roots, her mother was born in Colombia and moved to the US when she was a teenager; her father is of Puerto Rican descent but was born in america.

🐝 She is fluent in both english and spanish. She swears she can also speak Italian and French, but she truly can’t (despite having taken classes for both languages)

🐝 She’s the second youngest amongst four sisters. Her oldest sister, Vanessa, is 29. June is 27 and Luna is 17.

🐝 She is 5’9 and aprox 145-147 lbs.

🐝 She played basketball and volleyball in high school! She was pretty good at both sports.

🐝 She is crazy popular back at Farmsville. She won homecoming queen, winter formal queen, prom queen… safe to say, she’s used to being the most popular kid at school.

🐝 The main difference between her and Poppy was feared while Bee was liked by everyone.

🐝 She is SO bad with social media. She basically has no concept of how themes and aesthetics work. She used to post whatever she thought was cool until she met Zoey (she’s pretty much her social media manager now).

🐝Her secret talent is shotgunning beer. She also does an impressive keg stand. She’s basically the girl equivalent of a frat boy minus the sexist comments.

🐝That’s also why she gets along really well with the Alphas. Carter and her are actually pretty good friends.

🐝 She’s actually a pretty good singer, but she doesn’t like to say it. Her sisters and her used to sing together when they were children, so it’s somewhat special to her. She kept it a secret because she was a little scared of people in Belvoire finding out and somehow using it against her.

🐝 She can tolerate pretty much anything and take it as a joke, but she draws the line when people make fun of her family.

🐝 She is actually a mediocre driver. She’s strangely super lucky, and that’s the whole reason why she always finds good parking spots because she really can’t do parallel parking.

🐝 Zoey makes fun of her for her old people music taste. She mostly listens to 70s-80s music but she’s learning to branch out now that Zoey has forced convinced her.

🐝 Her handwriting is literally so messy! Zoey says it’s barely legible even though Bee swears it’s completely readable. *She* is a very messy person in general, her handwriting only reflects it.

🐝She bites her nails when she’s nervous. It completely ruins her new “hot & rich” look but she literally can’t stop doing it.

🐝She’s a huge horror movie fan. It doesn’t even have to be a good movie as long as its bloody enough. She especially loves 80s slasher films.

🐝Absolutely loves flirting and isn’t really used to being in committed relationships, but she isn’t the type to cheat. When she falls for someone, she falls hard.

🐝She can’t really do her own makeup unless she’s following some kind of tutorial or practiced the same look over and over again. She has basically no creativity when it comes to it.

🐝Not surprising at all, but she’s actually pretty strong. She can pick Poppy up easily and actually does it when she starts acting annoying. It’s her way of telling her “shut the hell up”.

🐝Unironically owns a shirt that says “fish fear me, women want me”.

🐝Big fan of caps and crop tops. If it were up to her, she wouldn’t wear anything else.

🐝Can be a little too cynical sometimes. Has a bit of a superior complex and is constantly judging people in her mind, but she’s never openly mean about it.

🐝Doesn’t know how to text without adding a bunch of cringey emojis. She’ll either sound like a middle aged mom or (again) a wannabe frat boy.