#westportal

[evan-collins90]

Georgie Porgie's Ice Cream Parlor - Westport, CT (1987?)

Designed by Arnold Kaye

Scanned from a 1988 issue of Contract Interiors Magazine & the book, Food Presentation & Display (1992)

[ltwilliammowett]

Sunset over the Westport River in 1862, by John Stobart (1929-2023)

[saltyspecs]

I've been thinking some binggeyuan Thoughts.

So, people usually write any binggeyuan as after the bingge vs bingmei extra which is super valid and narratively makes a lot of sense, but I've been thinking about dropping a bingge from earlier in the PIDW timeline into Shen Yuan's world. I'm talking like. Reverse transmigration straight from the abyss.

He finds Xin Mo, his seal gets fully broken, but instead of getting out of the abyss to get his revenge plans started he gets yeeted into modern day China, nothing but the clothes on his back and a system to guide him through it. He's bitter but he's also been fighting tooth and nail to survive for *checks watch* five years. He's like. 3/4 black lotus. Xin Mo hasn't quite had the time to sink its claws in.

I really do just have the mental image of Shen Yuan picking him up from out of an alley cause he looks like he got mugged. like a dirty kitten.

[joeinct]

East Beach, Sherwood Island, Westport, CT, 11 24 24, Photo by Joe Bruha, Copyright 2024

[eopederson2]

Fishing boat harbor, Westport, Washington, 1974.

[espiritogato]

See You There! 🏳️‍🌈

[madseance]

I keep seeing people suggest Crowley's presentation in 1827 was feminine, and listen—headcanon what you want, I'm not your mom. But the justification is that he's supposedly dressed in feminine, as opposed to masculine, clothing? He isn't. You're just looking at Regency fashion with 21st-century eyes.

Both Aziraphale and Crowley are exemplaries of well-dressed gentlemen of the early 19th century, just in different styles.

On the left, a many-caped greatcoat like the one Aziraphale is wearing; on the right, a coat with puffed sleeves and a narrow waist like the one Crowley is wearing. (Both images seem to originate from Journal des Dames et des Modes, 1811 and 1826, respectively.)

I also saw something about Crowley's fob watch actually being a chatelaine?

Again, I have to disagree. What Crowley's wearing just looks like a watch chain, which both men and women wore. What you can see is the chain and a charm at the end; the watch itself is tucked into a pocket (same as with Aziraphale's).

Watch chain (left; another plate from Journal des Dames et des Modes) vs. chatelaine (right, from here).

While a chatelaine could possibly refer to a decorative watch chain, the chatelaines specifically associated with women are the accessories worn by female heads of household or housekeepers (hence the name) to hold keys and other useful items. They could get quite elaborate. Crowley's doesn't look particularly like a chatelaine more than it looks like a watch chain, to me.

To sum up, there's not really anything I can see about Crowley's fashion choices in 1827 that specifically says "female presenting"; it all fits in with men's fashion of the time. You can headcanon whatever you want! But this particular era isn't one in which Crowley's wardrobe and styling definitively reads as feminine.

Note for a couple people with poor reading comprehension: TERFs are not welcome on this post. Fuck off.

[jules-loves-lukecastellan]

| Oliver Otto x boy! Reader

𖦹Warnings𖦹: Some family problems

𖦹Summary𖦹 Reader having a sleepover with Oliver :)

“Stop talking about Harvard for one second and kiss me!”

You were packing up your black and blue overnight bag. You’d be spending the night at your boyfriend, Oliver’s house for the first time! You were his first boyfriend and he was yours, so it took your parents some getting used to, but they came around eventually to the idea of a sleepover with your amazing boyfriend. “Ok, are you sure you have everything?” your mom said with concern laced in her voice. “Toothbrush? Pajamas? Phone?” “Yes mom I have everything! And even if I forgot something I have no doubt in my mind that Oliver will help me out with it.” You said, leaning your head back on the passenger seat of your 1965 red Porsche, looking out the window. “Ew, I don’t want you using any of that poor family stuff.” Your mom said, making a face as if she just ate a sour lemon. You looked at her with furrowed brows and your mouth agape. “Mom you can’t say that! They aren’t poor. They’re…” You were dumbfounded as you genuinely tried to think of an answer. It’s not that you were snobby, it's just, being rich was all you knew. I mean you were only a few hundred away from being as rich as the Bardford family. “They're… comfortable.” You said, proud of your word choice.

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As you made your way from your mom’s car to the Otto family’s front door, your heart was pounding out of your chest. Sure, you met Oliver’s family a few dozen times, but that was only when you and Oliver were studying or hanging out with Cooper as a group. This would be the first time you faced his family, alone. You took a deep breath as you made your hand into a fist, ready to knock on the door. But, you felt sweat dripping down your armpits, making its way down your body. “Ugh! I can’t be a sweaty mess right now!” You whisper shouted, praying no one would hear you outside the door. You took your deodorant from the side pocket of your bag and quickly ran some over your armpits. “Ok (reader), you got this! It’s only Ollie’s mom. And dad… and sisters…” You shakily said, not doing a good job at comforting yourself. You took one final deep breath before you knocked on the door.

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The door flew open, revealing Anna-Kat, Oliver’s little sister. You smiled down at her saying, “Hi Anna-Kat! How’ve you been?” She just stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around our torso. You were a bit taken aback, but hugged her back slowly. You never really got this type of affection from your family. “Anna-Kat! Get off my boyfriend.” Oliver projected, as he walked

down the stairs, wearing an orange checkered long sleeve collared shirt and blue, slim fit, jeans. “Oh, I don’t mind Oliver, really.” You said as you bent down to Anna-Kat’s level, wrapping your arms around Anna-Kat’s shoulders. “(Reader), you don’t have to be nice to my little sister every time you see her.” Oliver said as he made his way over to you, prying Anna-Kat off of you, and giving you a massive, suffocating, hug. You hugged back, obviously. You loved the way he smelled, so fresh, and so clean. You both parted from the hug, looking into each other’s eyes, admiring each other’s features. How his eyes were brown, with green emeralds sprinkled in them. How his freckles across his face looked like angel kisses, how his eyelashes… “Are you two going to just keep looking stupid at each other, or are you going to have dinner?” Katie, Oliver’s mom said. “Oh! I’m so sorry Mrs. Otto!” You said, immediately walking away from Oliver and over to the island, where you said hi to both Mrs. and Mr. Otto. “Have you eaten yet (reader)?” Mr. Otto asked you, eyebrow raised in confusion as he brought the caesar salad to the table where Taylor and Anna-Kat were sitting. “Oh it’s ok Mr. Otto. I had tofu a couple hours ago with Javier (one of your many housekeepers).” “Are you sure? It’s sloppy joe night!” Mr. Otto said in a sing-song type voice. “Greg, if the kid passes up my sloppy joes, let them pass it on! More for me – I mean us!” Mrs. Otto said, bringing the main course to the center of the table. 

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The Otto family table was filled with chatter and laughter about their days, cracking jokes about something embarrassing that happened to one of Katie’s enemies, or something like that. “So (reader), how’s your life been? School? Your parents?” Mrs. Otto had asked you. Noticing you weren’t really talking. It wasn’t your fault, you just felt a little overwhelmed. You didn’t usually spend dinner with other people besides maybe a few security guards or maids. “Life’s good!” You said with enthusiasm. “Uhm.. school’s good too. Same old same old.” You had said, not really knowing what to say. It’s not like you could tell Oliver’s whole family about you and Oliver holding hands in the hallway or how you would sneak a kiss behind his locker door before you guys both go to class. “And uhm… My parents are good. I think…” You said with uncertainty in your voice. “You think?” Mrs. Otto said confusingly. “Uh yea my Dad hasn’t been here for a little over a month because of work and my mom’s only been here for around a day or two, before she’s off to Dubai.” You said with a sad smile on your face. “Oh really? Why is your Mom going to Dubai?” Mrs. Otto asked, taking a bite out of her portion of the caesar salad. As hard as she tried to not get any of the juicy stuff from her son’s boyfriend, she couldn’t help herself! She had to tell something good to Doris and Angela at second breakfast. “Oh.. uhm… well…” You stuttered out, trying to find an actual reason why your mom was leaving again, other than that she wanted to spend everywhere, but with her own kid. When you didn’t respond, Mrs. Otto got the hint and continued on to a new topic with Taylor, probably something about her recent D in Math. You then began to really wonder why your mom was leaving again. Your breathing was picking up and your knee started bouncing. Oliver took note of this and quickly put his hand around your shoulder, signaling to you that he was here for you, no matter what. You turned your head to look at him, giving him a soft smile, letting him know that you calmed

down. You didn’t know you could delve deeper into the deep sea of love with Oliver, but somehow you had. And that was the moment you knew that you guys would last forever. 

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After dinner, you and Oliver went up to his room, where you both would be staying for the night. You set your bag down and got your pajamas out. They were a dark turquoise button up set, in a silky material. “Wow… we’ve been dating for what, eight months now? And you have yet to get me a matching pair of your pajamas.” Oliver said jokingly as he looked at your neatly folded pajamas that said your initials in the chest and hip area in a golden color. You laughed softly as you walked up to him, placing your hands around his neck. “I’ll get you some soon, promise.” You said as you looked from his eyes to his lips. He had noticed because he decided to lean in slowly, which signaled you to lean in too. Your lips met and it felt right. It felt as if your lips were molded by the angels above to specifically only fit each other. You pulled away and Oliver kept trying to kiss you, from your cheek all the way down to your hand as you pulled away farther, trying to get your pajamas so you could shower. After you both had showered, you both decided to go downstairs and watch a movie. Oliver got a big, fluffy blanket and you turned the TV on, trying to choose a movie to watch. Oliver returned with a blanket to cover the both of you with, and you chose to watch the movie Clueless. After all… Oliver had never seen it! I mean how uncultured can the boy be? Anyways, you turned on the movie and you both laid down, Oliver spooning (Is that right?) you, as you both paid attention to Cher talking to Dionne about how she got a C in debate and how her father was going to kill her. The movie came to a close about an hour or so later and you guys both got up as you turned the TV off and Oliver got the blanket off your bodies, robbing you of not only Oliver’s warmth, but the blanket’s warmth too. “Y’know babe… You kinda dress like the blonde girl from the movie.” Oliver had said to you, eyebrows furrowed. “Awh! Thanks Ollie! I try to be as fashionable as Cher…” You said with a smile on your face. This proves that Oliver pays attention to your interests and the way you like to express yourself through clothing.

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You both walked tiptoed back upstairs, not daring to make a sound that would risk waking anyone up. When you both made it to Oliver’s room, you got your toothbrush from your bag as you both went into the bathroom to brush and floss your guys’ teeth. After that, you both went back to his room, immediately jumping into his full sized bed, claiming your side of the night. Oliver chuckled as you cozied up in his sheets and comforter. “It smells soooo gooood.” You said, breathing in all of the scent of Oliver’s sheets. “Ok babe I think it’s time to go to bed.” Oliver said with a big smile on his face as he got in bed right next to you, kissing you goodnight. “Goodnight babe. I love you” You said before turning on your back, facing the ceiling. “I love you too.” Oliver said, before doing the same. As he was about to nod off, he felt something on his chest. He opened his eyes, and it was your head, ear right where his heart was. You both then had a very peaceful sleep, waking up in the same position as you had woken up.

𖦹A/n𖦹: I hope you enjoyed this one! I really liked writing this one so much. Sure I love writing for bby boy Luke but I wanted to expand beyond that. Oliver and Cooper currently hold a special place in my heart lol so you’ll be seeing more of them on this page <3

Love ya!

-jules🎀

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[talkingpiffle]

"Either as Captain O'Shea or the vengeful Earl, John Emery was a fine young romantic actor. He had style and eloquence and was completely at ease in costume drama. In July of the same year [1937] I was to see him as Lord Peter Wimsey in Busman's Honeymoon at the Westport County Playhouse in Connecticut. As is the custom in summer theaters, his engagement was for only a week. He'd had but a week of rehearsal, yet he gave a deft and amusing performance. At the time I was living in a rented house on Long Island Sound, ten miles from Westport. It boasted a swimming pool and free liquor. There I held open house for the likes of Anna May Wong, Clifton Webb, Estelle Winwood, Vincent Price, Louisa Carpenter and a lot of other friends, overloaded with leisure.

"I got a sizzling crush on John on seeing his Wimsey. After the performance I went back to see him. Would he care to spend the week end with me? John readily agreed. I found him intelligent, amusing and exceptionally good-looking. He had good manners and seemed a good listener. This last marked him a rare bird in the set in which I traveled.

"But when John asked me to marry him, I looked upon his offer as an impertinence. Wasn't he getting presumptuous on short acquaintance?"

--Tallulah Bankhead on meeting her husband John Emery, from Tallulah: My Autobiography (Ch. 10)

Newlyweds John Emery and Tallulah Bankhead, September 1937 (x)

[unteriors]

Old Mill Town Road, Westport, Oregon.

[fentonphoto]

Reflections at the harbor in Westport, Washington.

[secular-jew]

Proudly Jewish: Paul Newman, from Shaker Heights OH, but lived most of his life and died in Westport CT, the town over from me. He was said to have burned his tuxedo on his 75th birthday because "I was done with formality."

[gracie-bird]

Princess Grace receives a present from her Irish relatives during a state visit to Ireland in June 1961.

[wexlermendelssohn]

[joeinct]

East Beach 2, Sherwood Island, Westport, CT, 11 24 24, Photo by Joe Bruha, Copyright 2024

[espiritogato]

Yay! Westport, Massachusetts finally has its own Pride Festival coming to town. Please show your support by liking the page. Hope to see you at the event. 🏳️‍🌈

Westport Pride Fest 2024