#whitney earnest

[weaponizedmoth]

Stacy's great grandma, Whitney Amelia Earnest, was born in 1904. She was the eldest of four, and the only one gifted with the Earnest curse. She was the one who inherited the local family meat business through sheer force of will, and some cowardice on her family members' part, when her father committed suicide in 1929. She was the one who, at 25, started to sell some less than apt for consumption meat during the great depression, which made the meat cheap and acessible, and her a local celebrity. Weird disappearances did trace back to her sometimes, but because everyone ate her meat, the idea of something like this happening was considered to be completely absurd. The police and general law enforcement and government were acquainted and friendly with her. During her lifetime, she won several accolades, not only for her meat business, which was local and more than once inspected for animal cruelty, tests it passed with flying colors, but also for her cooking. She published a minor, obscure cooking book that every household in town seems to have a copy of, tucked away somewhere in an attic. Whitney's daughter, Amelia, named after herself, was likewise born in 1929, at the beginning of the crisis. Additionally, she had three other daughters, a "spinster" called Evangeline (who had a female "roommate, lovely Meredith"), their sister Maria, who became a nun and lived in France, and the youngest, the most apt to bear the gift, who died taking this opening with her, a travesty that made the Cook hold the gift alone until Edwin (The General) was born. All the Earnest girls kept Whitney's last name, for being the most famous, and for the fact that their father, a gambling addict, died under mysterious circumstances when they were young. So, not knowing much about him, they stayed loyal to their mother.

[doldulce]

19 both

(nsfw ask meme)

19. What is their sexual orientation?

Joanie I accidentally spoiled earlier, but she's aroace.

Dulce doesn't label his sexuality, he just sleeps with whoever. But I would put him in that sweet spot between pansexual and asexual, where he doesn't really give a damn either way and doesn't feel much of a difference regarding the gender of his partner(s).

He's not aromantic, though, and can be attracted to people—though it tends to be based on their character (AKA whether they are down for a good time) rather than their looks. Whether that attraction is situational, like Joanie, or actually for the individual in question is uncertain and ultimately unimportant.

[spookyhoax]

i might be going to karaoke with some of my coworkers next week and i'm terrified like. what do i sing

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎSnowflakes and Sand Dollars౨ৎ꣑ৎ

౨ৎ꣑ৎ12 Days of Christmas Masterlist౨ৎ꣑ৎ [fem reader] contains: fluff :) pairing: fem reader x finnick odair summary: waking up with finnick to find snow on the beach author’s note: cute lil fluffy thing with finnick :) Spotify Playlist

Arriving home, Finnick had collapsed into bed with you last night. He hadn't said too much, only a few words about the train ride and a few more about how much he loved you. You hadn't expected much more, having been through this routine many times before. Instead, you dwelled on how grateful you were that he was home. He was finally home.

It had been entirely unexpected. You'd gotten a letter from him just last week saying that he would miss you and he loved you and he had something coming for you that would make it in time for Christmas. Needless to say, when he'd arrived at your doorstep, tired but happy, you'd nearly leapt out of your skin.

Now, as you laid next to him in bed, you took a moment to just look at him. It was a routine you fulfilled every time, just in case something had changed. Tracing the lines of his face with your eyes, you tried to decipher any differences. Was that a new freckle? A furrow in his brow? Did worry now seep into his unconsciousness?

Finnick opened his eyes when you touched his face, smiling softly as you touched his dimple. He watched you for a moment, the love in his eyes radiating out and covering you tenderly. When you touched his chin, he kissed your hand, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you to lie on top of him.

You giggled, leaning forward to kiss his nose. He stroked your waist, eyes dreamy as he looked up at you. "Hi baby."

"Hi," you giggled, almost unable to believe he was there. All the long nights spent pretending his empty spot wasn't, the hours watching the window and wishing he'd appear within the frame. And now he was here, giving you kisses and cuddling you close as if he'd never left.

"You smell good," he murmured, burying his nose in your neck. You smiled, cuddling into his chest and inhaling. Finnick always smelled like cedar and the faintest hint of salt spray, even after he'd returned from the Capitol. It was like the sea ran through his veins, and you were glad for it. Somehow it was his life source, as present as the heart beating against his ribs. Although, he'd given it to you a thousand times, so perhaps the ocean was more constant.

Lifting your head, you casually turned your head to look out the window, gasping when you saw fat white flakes fluttering down to meet the sand. "Finnick!"

He shot up, bringing you with him. "What? What is it?"

You could feel his quickly beating heart, and it made you feel bad for startling him so. Rubbing his chest, you murmured "Oh, nothing. It's just the snow."

"Snow?" Now he was watching the white pile up along the fence. "It's not-?"

"You brought the snow with you, honey," you giggled, leaning up to kiss him again. He held your lips, chasing them when you parted to stand up.

Leaning back on his hands, Finnick watched you stretch, eyes warm. "We're not gonna cuddle all day?"

"We are," you promised, and he opened the blanket with one hand immediately. Laughing, you shook your head. "Not right now, baby. I wanna go see the snow."

"You can see it reaallyy well from here." Finnick nodded at the warm spot in front of him, and you smiled, melting a little. He'd traveled so far and you wanted to do whatever he wanted. But at the same time...

"Just a few minutes," you promised, and he mock-sighed, flopping back down. "I'll be right back. Keep the bed warm, alright?"

He leapt out of bed, throwing a shirt on and reaching for the pants he'd discarded earlier. "No, I wanna come with you!" His ocean eyes were earnest, and you cooed, framing his face between your hands and giving him another kiss. Finnick could be like a puppy when he was excited. He was a puppy in the sense that he followed you everywhere too while he was home. It warmed your heart to see how much he trusted you, that this could be the one place he didn't have to think for his life.

Hand-in-hand, the two of you giddily raced outside, feet stuffed into shoes, bundled up the best you could. The snow was sticking to the ground much to your delight, and you bounced on your heels within the confines of Finnick's arms. He reached around and kissed your cheek. "It's pretty."

"It came here just for us," you giggled, bending down to scoop up a handful. It burned your hands, and you laughed at the sensation. Dropping the pile of white, you turned around to face Finnick, your smile knowing no bounds. His cheeks were pink, and you couldn't help your laugh as he swept you up into his arms, spinning you around and turning your surroundings into a blur.

He shouted, and suddenly you were on top of him, parallel to the earth. His chest was shaking with laughter, and when you lifted your head, you saw sand and snowflakes tangled in his golden hair.

Shivering, he grinned up at you, leaning in to kiss you gently. Everything was gentle with him, from the way he touched to the way he gave. You melted into him, snuggling into his chest and forgetting for a moment where you were. He tended to have that effect. Not a thing in the world mattered when he was near. It all flurried into a realm of meaninglessness, and he was the only thing left standing.

Snow continued to fall and melt on your back, but you were cradled by Finnick, so you hardly noticed. He grunted after awhile, rubbing your back. "'s getting cold, pretty girl."

"Oh!" you sprang off of him, watching sheepishly as he stood and dusted himself off. He didn't seem to mind, reaching for you immediately and tucking you under his arm.

"C'mon, baby," he said, pressing a kiss to your head mid-sentence. "The snow's pretty but I don't want you to catch a cold."

"M'kay," you said softly, smiling when he picked you up off your feet, holding you around the waist to bring back inside. Your legs were swinging, and he secured one arm under your bottom so you could wrap your them around his waist. You tucked your head into his neck, and he pressed his lips to your hair.

Back inside, Finnick piled blankets atop you both, bundling you in his arms and kissing your forehead what must have been a million times. You let him baby you even though he'd been the one lying in the snow.

"I wanna stay here forever," you mumbled, and his nose found your hair. It was a sentiment you echoed whenever he was home, but it was of no use. You always waited until he left to cry, determined not to clutter what little time you had with what you couldn't handle.

"I know," he murmured, rubbing your back and shifting under the blankets. "We're gonna have lots of cuddles, m'kay, baby? Lots and lots of cuddles. Cozy Christmas."

"Yeah," you said in a tiny voice, rendered soft by the way he held you. "Cozy." His smile was practically audible as you snuggled back into him.

It was hanging over you and maybe it always would: the fact of how temporary this all was. But for now it stayed sweet and fine spun as a snowflake, surrounding you and encasing the joy you knew you would cling to later. Every second with him was precious, and you were determined to be there for every bit of it.

You thought fondly of the gifts wrapped under your Christmas tree- the ones you'd planned on saving for when he returned in the new year. Now you had a cozy Christmas morning to look forward to, fantasies of sitting with Finnick by the fireplace present as you inhaled softly, cozier than you'd been in a long time.

He held you tight, like you'd disappear come morning. As if you'd ever leave his side when he was near. You kissed his chest and rubbed your hand over the spot, satisfaction filling you when he nuzzled your head. Whenever he was gone you slept with mountains of blankets, no matter what the temperature was. It was the closest you could get to him when the Capitol was having its turn.

Pushing it all to the side, you snuggled close. He was here now, a surprise as rare as snow on the sand. You savored it, the makings of a memory flickering like a candle on Christmas Eve.

[istoleyoursphenoidbone]

Danny in the Bathroom

DPxDC

I wanted to try and get back into writing (havent in like a good 5 years), so this might be horrible. But inspired by the song "Michael in the Bathroom" from Be More Chill.

The music and chatter from the party outside pulsed through the door like a heartbeat, distant and muffled. Danny Fenton leaned against the bathroom sink, his hands gripping the cold porcelain edge. His reflection in the mirror stared back, pale and tired, framed by messy black hair and the faint glow of his ghostly aura that refused to fade completely. He couldn’t blame it; even his human half wanted to disappear. He turned the faucet on, letting the water run for no reason other than to give himself a task. It masked the noise outside, made him feel just a little more alone—but not in a bad way. Not in the way the rest of the party had.

He had come here with Jason. Jason Todd, the guy who somehow managed to make him feel grounded in a way no one else ever had. They weren't even officially together, but they'd found some weird balance of trust and shared darkness that felt enough. Or, at least, it used to. Danny had thought this would be one of those rare nights when things felt normal. A party, some laughs, maybe a moment where it was just the two of them sitting outside, away from the noise, watching the stars like they always did. Instead, Jason had vanished into the crowd of people who seemed to orbit around him effortlessly.

"I should’ve stayed home," Danny muttered, running a wet hand through his hair. "Could’ve binge-watched something dumb. Or, you know, not gotten up at all." The faucet dripped. A drunk voice outside slurred through a Whitney Houston song, loud and off-key, and it almost made him laugh. Almost. Instead, it made his chest ache. He used to joke about stuff like that with Tucker and Sam. Now it was just him, Danny—in the bathroom, his phone clutched in one hand as he tried to summon the courage to text Jason.

"Hey, you okay?” he typed, then deleted. “You ditched me. Cool, I’ll just head out.” That went, too. He leaned back against the sink, closing his eyes, letting himself feel the weight of the night press down. The memories of Jason’s grin earlier, the way his voice had sounded when he said, "This'll be fun, trust me," felt like salt in the wound now. Danny had trusted him. He wanted to believe Jason hadn’t forgotten about him, but the silence in his messages was louder than the music outside.

The door suddenly creaked open a crack, and Danny tensed. "Occupied," he called out, his voice sharper than he intended. But instead of retreating, Jason’s head peeked through the gap. His hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed—not from alcohol, Danny knew, but from whatever chaos he'd just left behind.

"Hey," Jason said, a little breathless. His blue eyes darted over Danny, taking in the slouched posture, the furrowed brows. "I've been looking for you." Danny crossed his arms. "Yeah? You looked really hard." Jason winced, stepping fully inside and shutting the door behind him. "I got... caught up. I didn't mean to leave you hanging." Danny looked away, focusing on the faucet again. "Sure. It’s fine. I’m fine."

Jason stepped closer, the tension in the small room rising. "You're not," he said softly. "And that’s on me. I’m sorry." Danny sighed, finally meeting his gaze. Jason looked earnest, and Danny hated how much he wanted to forgive him just for that.

“I’m not mad," Danny admitted. "I just... don’t do this kind of thing. I’m not you. I don’t know how to be in a room full of people and not feel like I’m invisible—or worse, like I’m not supposed to be there." Jason frowned, then moved to sit on the closed toilet lid. "You think I don’t feel that way? Half the time I’m in a crowd, I feel like a ghost.”

The irony wasn’t lost on either of them, and for the first time that night, Danny let himself smile—just barely. “I’m serious,” Jason continued. “I don’t know how to do this stuff either. But you? You being here? That’s the only thing that made me want to show up in the first place.” Danny blinked, caught off guard. He let the words hang between them for a moment before he pushed off the sink, sitting down on the tiled floor across from Jason. “So,” Danny said, “you’re saying we’re both disasters?” Jason grinned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Exactly. But at least we’re disasters together.” And suddenly, the noise of the party outside didn’t seem so loud anymore.

[sweetestflow3rs]

♡ - THE PLAYER CHARACTER: VANIDA, THE IDOL || THE MONSTER - ♡

An in-depth bullet point list, regarding the lore of my PC

Full government name is Vanida Thompson

Born from an ongoing sexual affair between her mother who was an unnamed sex worker & her father, an infamous underground fighter / thug

Her father & Bailey grew up in the Orphanage together and were childhood friends ( & maybe more ); before her father was arrested for killing her mother when she was only 3yrs of age

Vanida has no idea who her parents are, and her father's connection with Bailey

Originally, was someone very sweet. A bit clumsy in her execution, but was someone very earnest and determined. Never wanted to exclude anyone and tried becoming friends with everyone.

Had a big baby crush on Sydney that helped her power through horrors ( unknown to Sydney who was still in the closet ), but also made her spiral more when things kept getting worse ( "An angel like her would never date someone filthy like me." )

Thought Avery was into her at first, and was very excited about being noticed by her until she realized that Avery bought her from Bailey

Used to work vigorously at the Cafe until she passed out, got recommended for therapy by Harper. Never went to a single appointment because she kept forgetting due to work. She never misses a single payment!!

Lost her virginity to the nun at the Temple when she was trying to get lichen for the Science Fair. Now, she hates the Temple with a burning passion and thinks they are the worst

Kept getting assaulted so much, that she succumbed for a bit; becoming a sex worker at the Brothel since "might as well make money off of it"

Went through a 2 year phase of anger and apathy. Would let anyone date her, or sleep with her. ( Which HC Whitney then dated after; cause we love gay girls who try to be close with the girl they like by taking their 'things' )

Her relationship with Whitney started the night they had one night stand at the Pub, when Vanida was trying to score clients. Got claimed as Whitney's girlfriend the next day. She didn't think Whitney was serious about their relationship until Whitney showed up to the Orphanage and pulled a gun on Bailey in the winter of their third high school year. ( Vanida also earned a gun kink )

Is now Whitney's number 1 ride or die. Wanting to please her so much, while also wanting to take a page from her book on riding the chaos, that Vanida changed her whole look & personality ( sorta ) (( this is how we got Vanida of today ))

Presents herself now as someone very chatty & sociable. Charming and almost ditzy-like with how she giggles and smiles to make people like her. She still is writhing and rolling around in her hatred and anger under her mask. She hates, or resents, almost everyone. Has become someone extremely mean-spirited.

Decided to use her body for something more productive, and that's by using her sex to have almost the entire town at her beck & call. Most will do anything to just have a chance with her, and Vanida takes full abuse of it. Her demonic transformation really helps with this.

Sees all relationships as transactional & only develops bonds that she thinks will provide use for her ( either socially, or protection ). As a result, it is almost near impossible for Vanida to cultivate a normal, healthy bond with others that is genuine.

The only ones she has a semi-normal bond is Bailey and Niki, because they both are upfront with their intentions with her, and don't seek her out sexually.

HC that she gets into a lot of yelling fights with Bailey, resulting in getting her ass beat by him. It's how they father-daughter bond

Loves going to 'parties' with Avery, because the more secrets she knows, the more she can use them for her own benefit. Knowledge is power ♡

A top student, with big popularity. The town calls her Venus, the criminal underground call her Sabre

A hedonist

The Underground Farm has tried kidnapping her, but she always manages to escape somehow. Remy just admit you're obsessed with her-/j

Her end goal is to have total control of the entire town for the sole reason to humiliate everyone in power for letting a "slut" have power over them. Bailey is somehow spared in this plan because Vanida has a soft spot for him, because he was the only person to check on her when she'd crash out in early gameplay. Even if all he did was yell at her.

And that's all ( i think ) regarding Vanida, my PC! Thank you for reading! ♡

[dolskele]

Noah infodumppp + relationships w/ LIs (w/ quick doodles of everyone)

Side note, this is just a basic outline for now

I'll go deeper into detail for funsies

Kylar:

💚Noah initially ignored Kylar for the longest time (didn't do anything during the bullying scene)

💚It was only after they talked in the library that Noah noticed how much Kylar liked him, immediately took advantage of that

💚He's glad he has a guard dog to knock out any creeps and get him cash easily

💚That said, he only flirts and talks to Kylar so he becomes more attached

💚Poor guy

Sydney:

💛Probably the only person Noah genuinely cares about

💛Only acted nice at first to gain higher favor and an easy way into the temple, eventually found himself endeared to Sydney

💛Very minor feelings, while Sydney's head over heels

💛Noah was flirting at first to gain favor, but has mellowed out into more casual conversations

💛And that's what got Sydney tripping up

💛This man is on the BRINK of snapping

💛Noah wants to lure Sydney into the Aemias Cult, even though tht requires a certain ritual for initiation, wink wink nudge nudge

Robin:

🩷Grew up together in the orphanage, always had a teasing brother-sister relationship

🩷Noah sees Robin nothing more as a sibling, Robin has really small feelings

🩷But Robin values their bond too much to do anything abt it

🩷Is curious how Noah always has enough money to pay off Bailey, but refrains from asking

🩷They play animal crossing together<3

Whitney:

💜Whitney can't bully Noah to the extent he wants since Noah has such a high status

💜So it's usually just elementary stuff

💜Still pushes Noah for tht glock glock but always gets waved away

💜LOW low dominance

💜Noah thinks he's silly

💜They fight every now and then, but it's moreso roughhousing (Noah's having fun, Whitney's trying to hide his boner-)

Alex:

🧡Alex... Ouhhh Alex

🧡The only LI capable of throwing Noah's facade off (besides Eden but that's for another day)

🧡Noah began working w/ Alex for the sake of money and profit, thinking he could manipulate him like everyone else

🧡Alex is just really earnest, sweet, and genuine-

🧡And that really messed w/ Noah

🧡Noah: 'What's his gameplan here? Why is he being so nice? He must be plotting something-'

🧡Alex: Haha pretty boy go brrrr

🧡Alex is just rlly happy that the pretty city boy keeps coming back to spend time with him, likes showing off his strength

🧡Alex throws him around and constantly manhandles him (gets excited and doesn't understand that Noah is basically a cat that hates being picked up)

🧡Noah just smiles through it all like

＼( //＾ν＾//)／(^∇^💢 )

🧡Alex adores the size + strength difference between them (188cm vs 173cm), horny hours

🧡Can you tell I'm really into this dynamic

[ravenwind-75]

Happy New Year

Don’t ask why I wrote this. It’s not even my best. But it’s mostly for @morelikeravenbore to show my Sebastian love because she’s convinced all I have for him is pain 😂

(Sorry Ominis is in there too he just spawned 😅)

(Not edited forgive mistakes, tired brain)

…….

You didn’t expect Sebastian to find his way into your Room of Requirement the eve of New Years. You’d expected him to be down in the dungeons at the Slytherin party with all the dramatics, like him. He loved the action and fire whiskey, probably some girls too. But you’d find out you wrongly judged.

You are having a party of your own blasting music at top volume as the fwoopers sang along flying free above you. You hate big parties, the introvert you are. Seventh year had been draining enough and you didn’t want to risk your first kiss being stolen by some random boy who wanted to kiss the hero of Hogwarts on New Years for some kind of sick idea of a luck charm.

But when your eyes catch sight of him watching you with amused adoration, leaning against the wall with a cocky little smile as you belt out “Dance With somebody” by Whitney Houston, you freeze. He laughs, “What? Don’t stop on my account. I was rather enjoying the show.” You blushed crimson. That chuckle always did something to you.

“Sebastian what are you doing here?” You groan in fake annoyance, turning the music down. “Shouldn’t you be partying with the others, drinking and kissing girls, watching the fireworks or something?

Sebastian frowns and makes his way over to you, looking down at the small young woman crossing her arms at him. “Do you really think so little of me? That I’m like those boys you’re avoiding?” He asks softly, his brown eyes sad and searching yours. “Cause darling I’m not.”

You don’t know what to say, your attitude slipping away. He’s so earnest and he’s there with you not them. Perhaps he’s different after all. Did you really get to know him besides all your adventures? No you hadn’t, you had been so wrapped up in yourself.

You sigh, deflating under his gaze. “Well why did you come Sebastian? Why aren’t you with Ominis?”

He grins in victory at your defeat. “Oh I am. He’s here.” He gestures with his head and you see Ominis sitting on your sofa silently listening to you both.

“We agreed it wasn’t right that you greet the New Year alone, especially when you have been a major part of our lives, improving every year we spend with you. Plus Ominis doesn’t like the noise either.”

“Though I don’t mind your music if you turn it down a bit.” Ominis pipes up. “Your voice isn’t bad either.”

You find yourself blushing once again. “Alright I guess it’s fine if you stay. I would like the company.” You find yourself smiling, Sebastian’s grin was very contagious.

“Now about that music…” Sebastian says, reaching past you to turn up the volume once more before pulling you into his arms. You find yourself laughing as he spins you around and sways you back and forth.

You laugh in surprise as he holds his wand upside down like a microphone, singing to you the chorus of “I want it that way.”, your sides aching as he falls to his knees dramatically.

You reach down to pull him to his feet and gasp when he pulls you close to his chest, burying his face in your hair as he whispers next to your ear. “You are my fire, my one desire, believe when I say…” He pulls back to stare into your eyes, his lips almost on yours…”I want it-“

Ominis’s clearing of his throat interrupts the tension between you and Sebastian and the meeting of lips.

“I would like a dance now Sebastian if you don’t mind.” The smirk in the corner of his mouth at Sebastian’s muttered approval tells you he knew what you nearly just did. “Save it for midnight.” He tells you as you dance to a slower song. “I know you like each other. But Sebastian would benefit from learning a little patience don’t you think?

You sneak a glance over Ominis’s tall shoulder at Sebastian’s clear jealous expression and stifle a giggle in your hand. “Yeah he definitely could, but how long do you think we should make him wait?” Ominis hums in thought as you continue to glide around the room, you resting your head on his chest. His steady presence was comforting.

“A few minutes afterwards I think.” He finally says.

“You’re really trying to kill him aren’t you?

“Just a little.” He then hands you back to a very jealous Sebastian who clutches you closer than before. “What did he say to you?” He demands.

“Oh he just confessed his undying love for me.” You tease watching his eyes widen in shock and fear.

You laugh, flicking his nose. “I’m teasing Sebastian. He wouldn’t steal his best friend’s girl.”

“H-his girl?” He sputtered.

“I mean I thought-“ you stammer, insecure.

“Yeah, yeah you are my girl. Glad he knows that.” He says recovering amazingly, dipping you.

It continues that way all night, Sebastian sweeping you off your feet leaving you breathless and Ominis then pulls you away giving you a chance to breathe.

Eventually the three of you crash on the sofa, your legs across Sebastian’s lap, his arm wrapped around your waist possessively, his head on your shoulder and yours on Ominis’s who sipped tea.

“It’s nearly midnight.” You finally say and Ominis smiles into his cup at Sebastian’s tired groan.

“I shouldn’t have danced so much, my sides ache.” He moaned, snuggling closer making you giggle. “I want to go to bed now….” He whines softly.

“Poor little boy can’t stay up past his bedtime? No kisses for you then I suppose.” Ominis smirks as Sebastian shoots up with a shout.

“What?!”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

Sebastian shot a half glare smile at Ominis and looks between you two, his smirking friends. “You two are up to something aren’t you?” He then looks down at you, his gaze playful, “I’ll be patient, for now.” His voice was almost a whisper and its promise sent a shiver down your spine.

You fight it off, leaning back into the couch, eyes drifting to the lone clock in the corner. It is only minutes from midnight and the anticipation was killing you. You are moments from your first kiss. The magic of the night, the lingering tension between the three of you was amplifying the air. The music still plays quietly in the background but you can only hear the pounding of your heart.

The clock strikes midnight and Sebastian leans towards you but Ominis pulls you across his lap to his other side, “Ahh Sebastian you forgot consent. You don’t kiss a lady without permission.”

Ominis ignores Sebastian’s protests and calmly places his cup down, stands up and offers you his hand. “Another dance my lady?” You take his offer.

“Come on MC can I?”

“In a bit Seb, I’m dancing.”

Finally the two of you decide you have tortured poor Sebastian enough and when Ominis gently pushes you towards him Sebastian he seizes the chance.

You barely register his arms around your waist before his lips are on yours, passionate and claiming to make up for all the time lost. His hands cup your face pulling you closer as if he never wanted to let you go.

Ominis, in his usual dry sarcasm clears his throat loudly behind you. “So he can be patient, but that was definitely long overdue. You belong together.”

You’re touched by his sincerity. “Really Omi?”

“Yes. You make each other happy and you deserve it after all you two have been through.”

Sebastian pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Thanks Ominis. We have you to thank for putting up with us pining for so long.”

“And I guess snogging every moment now I suppose.” Ominis sighed regretfully.

Sebastian wraps an arm around him. “Yep you’re stuck with us forever.”

“Lucky me.”

And the three of you end the night in the ocean vivarium watching the fireworks Sebastian learned to shoot from his wand, lying side by side in the sand.

“Happy new year boys, I’m glad I have you.”

“Same to you MC. Same to you.”

- the end

[fairytale-poll]

PRELIMINARY ROUND! MATCH 2 OUT OF 5 - BATTLE OF THE RODGERS & HAMMERSTEIN'S CINDERELLA ADAPTATIONS!

Propaganda Under the Cut

Julie Andrews as Cinderella (1957 Movie):

((This movie is the Julie Andrew’s one.))

Lesley Ann Warrens as Cinderella (1965 Movie):

tbh I think that both other films for this version are superior to this one, but I want the full 128 bracket so I might as well submit this. Starring Lesley Ann Warren as Cinderella, it's a distinct remake of the Julie Andrews version (which was incredibly popular, but hadn't been filmed in color, thus the studio's decision to make a new one). It is admittedly more similar to the 1957 version than the 1997 version was, so if you don't want to accept it as its own story that's fine; but there *are* some differences in the script, songs, and acting choices for the characters. I haven't seen this version of the film since I was VERY young, so I can't speak on the quality or anything lol, but I remember that I really really liked it when I was five, before the 1997 version came out and consumed me lol. I had briefly considered submitting it earlier because it felt unfair to have Julie Andrews and Brandy Norwood both have a slot while poor Lesley Ann Warren was left out, but ultimately decided she probably wouldn't get very far. But now I'm reconsidering lol sooooo yeah. A third version of Rodger's and Hammerstein's Cinderella for your consideration XD

Brandy as Cinderella (1997 Movie):

Because she is so cute in this, I love her outfits before and after the transformation, and this movie is just such a good adaptation of Cinderella.

the 1997 cinderella movie is the best one ever to me like. you have whitney houston as the fairy godmother and brandy is so so so pretty and she's such an amazing cinderella. 10 minutes ago the best cinderella song of all time ever she sounded so good <3

does this movie even NEED propaganda?

Brandy Cinderella with Whitney Houston! Need I say more?

Brandy plays one of the best iterations of Cinderella actually.

I just think she's neat. Also she looked the best in the ball gown.

One of the most iconic Cinderellas of all time, Brandy brought tenderness, earnestness, and heartfelt poignancy that transformed the story and emphasized its humanity and themes of dreaming for the future. Her voice is celestial! The power of her performance is undeniable! As a lifelong Cinderella fan she was always one of my favorites.

A lot of children grew up watching this movie around the holidays.

This is my favorite version of Cinderella and Brandy absolutely KILLS IT as Cinderella!! Her voice is so sweet and beautiful. And her dress!! I love her peplum. ALSO HER BRAIDS MAKE A BUN AND ITS SO ADORABLE. just look up the soundtrack for this movie PLEASE.

Various Actresses as Cinderella in the 2015 Musical:

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[luciferinn]

something that bugs me about the explosion around "planet of the bass" last year that still lingers with me now is exactly how much the eurodance genre was attributed to "weird white europeans" in the general (irony poisoned) conversation around it. idk it just irks me how much that narrative is spread around as someone who has a really deep earnest love for the genre. like i think it's really important that people understand the ways in which music you personally find silly and dumb ALSO have heavy ties to black music communities because it is no secret how much eurodance lifts from house and rap music especially. like yes Aqua and Toy-Box and whatever exist but so do La Bouche, so does Franky Gee from Captain Jack, so does Corona and the vocalists of Real McCoy and Black Box and SNAP! and Haddaway and so on and so forth. as well as a heavily aligned Diva House genre with women like Robin S, Crystal Waters and the iconic Thunderpuss remixes for women like Whitney Houston. i think the heavily black involvement in the genre just gets somewhat ignored by the wider conversation around eurodance because everyone wants to think of it as a "joke genre" as opposed to something that represents pure joy and fun and imo thats ignorant and shows your ass on exactly how you think about music to me at least

[femboyhunting]

Mickie gives me cuteness aggression. Every time i see him i get the sudden urge to rip this throat out with my teeth ❤️ Can you tell me more about himb

He will absolutely kick your ass though so you best behave. He started working out just to be able to kick ass better.

So I'm pretty bad at coming up with stuff off the top of my head so please do feel free to ask if you have anything specific you want to know about him.

He's a really good dancer.

He started a band that he called For Profit Orphan Farm, because that's what he calls the orphanage. He also sometimes calls Bailey a for profit orphan farmer. On the topic of Bailey, He also has a drawing he made of Bailey he made pinned to a dart board. Throws darts at it.

He and Bailey have kind of a weird complicated relationship that's only gotten more weird and complicated over the years. It started off as entirely adversarial at first, Mikie hated Bailey's guts. Then eventually he figured that considering how much power and influence Bailey has, it would be in his best interest to get on his good side. So he decided he'd work to gain Bailey's trust then when he had it he'd betray him and take over. He didn't really change his additude but he did work to make it obvious he was an invaluable asset. Bailey ended up having to rescue him a few times and each time he'd give him a chunk of extra money in his weekly orphan fee. After all money is the only thing Bailey gives a shit about. They're not "friendly", Mikie even acts openly antagonistic and insulting towards him sometimes but it's almost joking? They almost sort of have something of a banter going? He plays pranks on him sometimes. Mikie would never admit it to anyone or even himself, but he sort of wants to impress Bailey, prove he's more than just another orphan. It's impossible to know what he truly feels for Bailey, even less so what Bailey feels for Mikie.

Mikie hasn't actually been in the orphanage since he was a child, instead he came to the orphanage in his mid teens after his parents lost custody. At that time he was a total loner with a bad additude but Robin really brought him out of his shell. Robin was his first friend at the orphanage, perseverating to try to be his friend even on those first days when Mikie kept telling him he was annoying and to scram. Mikie doesn't talk about his parents, he actually doesn't remember them or his childhood before the orphanage much aside from vague feelings and snippets. And he doesn't really care to, he's perfectly content to act like his time before the orphanage doesn't exist at all.

He's a delinquent that likes to cause trouble in school. Essentially harmless stuff. Well other than pepper spraying people. But to be fair those people were Whitney and his pack of friends. Mikie maintains that if you don't start none there won't be none, and it's not his fault Whitney keeps running back over and over again to get his ass kicked. He also intervenes when he sees students getting bullied and is generally kind of scrappy and rarely runs from a fight. So he's in fights a lot. Which means he's in detention a lot. You'd think his obvious status as a delinquent would mean he's probably getting shit grades but he's actually doing surprisingly well, like he actually gets good grades. He's the worst at math, unsurprisingly. River likes him since he volunteers at the soup kitchen occasionally. River thought he was another rude asshole kid at first but Mikies always been earnest and worked hard and proved himself to be ultimately a kind person even if he's a bit rough around the edges. So River bumps up his grade even though he really shouldn't.

He doesn't really know how to draw, he's not a good artist.

He's kinda in a thruple with Kylar and Sydney. (Well technically Mikie is seeing like a bunch of different men but Ky and Sydney are the only ones he thinks of as his actual boyfriends he actually loves.) Which was a whole goddamn mess to set up and frankly is still more or less a goddamn mess. They're kind of competitive and snippy to eachother. Ky is more openly antagonistic and Syd is just sarcastic and teasing. And while Mikie does think it's kind of very super hot when boys fight over him (he feels really guilty for this) he does genuinely care deeply for both of them and wants them to get along. He also tries to get Ky and Robin to hang out. Mikie worries about Ky, thinks he could really use a friend. Though it's probably kinda dumb to keep trying to get Kylar to get along with people Mikies been inside of but oh well Mikies never had very good judgement when it comes to relationships.

[whitneyfanclublog]

On February 6, 2010, Whitney’s “Nothing But Love” Tour commenced in earnest (after a soft opening in Russia in December of 2009). The tour started on February 6 in Seoul, South Korea for 2 shows. The tour was Whitney’s 9th and final tour and ran until June 17 — with shows in Asia, Oceania and Europe.

[project1939]

100+ Films of 1952

Film number 147: The Miracle of Our Lady of Fatima

Release date: August 20th, 1952

Studio: Warner Brothers 

Genre: drama 

Director: John Brahm 

Producer: Brian Foy 

Actors: Susan Whitney, Sherry Jackson, Sammy Ogg, Gilbert Roland 

Plot Summary: In 1917 three Portuguese children of shepherds see an apparition of the Virgin Mary. She brings warnings of upcoming war and strife if people do not worship the Christian god. The anti-religious government fears what could happen when thousands of people begin arriving to see Mary for themselves. 

My Rating (out of five stars): *** 

Full disclosure, I am neither a Christian nor religious, so I am not the intended audience for this. I wasn’t sure if I would even watch it because it’s so overtly Catholic, but I decided to give it a try because it was a major release by Warner Brothers in 1952. In my heathen opinion, this could actually unintentionally be atheist propaganda! Do you want to worship a god that delivers a “positive message” by making children suffer? Over and over again, this god refuses to intervene and stop the suffering of children! I could not find anything beautiful in it, but horses for courses, I guess. (some spoilers)

The Good: 

Susan Whitney as Lucia, the main girl. She was only about 12 here, and for a child actor in this era, she was quite good. Her face gave off a genuine seeming innocence and earnestness. 

I liked the character of Hugo just because he was the only skeptical one who wasn’t judged harshly for it. He was clearly written to be likeable despite his lack of piety. Of course, he had to have a tacked on “come to Jesus moment” at the end, but I was expecting that. 

The cast overall was pretty good. Both of the other children were capable and cute, despite the fact that the poor girl playing Jacinta had to cry more than speak. The adults were also effective performers. 

The crowd scenes at the sacred spot were impressive. I appreciated that the extras all looked like real people. 

The score was lush and pleasing, even if the non-diegetic choir got a little tedious at times.  

The WarnerColor looked nice. It’s not as beautiful as Technicolor, but it's not bad, either. 

The Bad: 

Mary appears to be cool with the suffering of children! One of her first messages is that two of the three children will soon die, which she says right to their faces! Then she stands back and lets them all endure trauma after trauma. Another time, a boy on crutches asks to be healed, and Mary basically says, “OK, chill- you'll be cured in about a year.” How can a loving god do nothing about, and even glorify, the agony and pain of children??

At one point Mary tells the suffering Lucia, “You are enduring these hardships for the conversion of sinners, as atonement for sins committed against God.” WTF?! I thought Jesus already did that?? Isn’t that the whole point of Christianity? Why does an innocent little girl need to atone for other people’s sins? I wanted to scream. 

Mary hates Commies, I guess?  

The spot where the miracles occurred was obviously a set. I understand that to make it otherwise would require a lot of location shooting, but the set felt stagey and lifeless. 

The ending “miracle” was highly disappointing! 

There was some absolutely hilarious rear projection where a road sign appeared to be a cartoon! 

The film was completely unskeptical of the events. No real inquiry was given to the story, because everyone who questioned it was either a villain or malevolent in at least some way. 

“Secular Governments are bad, I say, bad!” Because the theocratic monarchy that preceded it was so freedom-lovin' good?

In one scene an innocent little girl was scapegoated and handed over to the police to protect Lucia. We see her terrified face and hear her desperate cries... and that’s the end of the scene. The movie only cared about the “good outcome” of Lucia getting away. What about that little girl? Again with the suffering of children! 

Lucia’s mother was horrible in the first two thirds of the film. She screamed at her, slapped her, and grounded her, telling her to stop lying and admit the visions were fake. When she had a change of heart at the end, I didn’t exactly want to forgive her. 

[mortiefied]

uuum. i'm literally going to bombard you with asks about your naga! kylar and merman! sydney au because i am CONSTANTLY thinking about all of the possibilities within it ...

are the boys going to full on brawl over reader eventually (like, because sydney already kinda owned kylar with the whole screech thing but i wonder what kylar could hold over sydney??? probably just that he's not stuck in water 24/7 L)

will whitney ever visit reader's job at the laboratory or is whitney more of a moral support kinda character (like. i just think kylar would start FREAKING out over some buff guy strolling into the lab with reader who is covered in reader's scent too... AAAAA)

......will they go into heat AHFSJKSAKF

can sydney not talk bec of gills or??? ALSO I GET THE SHAPE OF WATER VIBES FROM IT AND I LOOOOVEE THAT MOVIE AAAAA. like. communicating through sign language is so fjskgkfdjgk

the metal on kylars hand.... is it like... claws or a glove or a shield??? IS HE VENOMOUS OR SOMETHING????

anyways that's all my questions that i can think of right now :) sorry if u think this is weird but im genuinely obsessed with your fic so much??? sobbing because you are SUCH an intellectual to create something SO COOL ADN INTERESTING FROM A SILLY DATING SIM PORN GAME AAAA

I'll answer these the best I can.

I find it more likely that if either of them are going to stir shit, it would be Kylar. (Mermaid!Sydney is obsessive but not volatile.) But Naga!Kylar specifically plays the long game, so now that he knows Sydney's upper hand, he will plan around that. If his second plan fails, he will likely lose patience and explode in some way.

The scene where Whitney asked about reader's harasser is foreshadowing.

Not planned but anything is possible if your heart dreams it.

In this AU Sydney and Kylar are adjusted to animalistic communication that doesn't require the minute manipulation of muscles that human speech does at the present. Think of them as babies. (I recently watched Shape of Water and it was so good. I love nonhuman-human romance, and it was such an earnest story.)

I wanted to draw a parallel to Kylar's parents in DoL.

I'm so flattered by your words, thank you. TT I simply just wrote on vibes and my personal interests. If DoL weren't such an engaging game, I wouldn't have written anything. It's one of the most time-sucking text adventure-esque games I've played in recent memory. (When I first started, I was obsessed with how much story/mechanics there was that I was shocked when I looked at my play time and it had hit over a hundred hours in a single save. It felt like I hadn't played for that long.)

[cursed-princess-club]

i love you cursed princess club and these details OUGHH GOSH THESE R SO NICE TO LOOK AT

PREZ'S YELLOW AND BLUE LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER. the little spiders oughh!! her star earrings her widows veil her amulet everything

this is the most saffron to ever saffron. like yeah that's saffron

SYRAH MY LOVE HAOSHDMOAS THE LITTLE HEART IN HER HAIR?????? the arrows!! this is me being silly but arrow through heart... what if...

i adore how for thermidora/prez/syrah they all have one earring shaded in and it just looks so nice

JOLIE SOFT LINES AND NELL HARSH LINES AND ABBI BUMPY LINES FOR THEIR JAWS

THE JOLIE EYELASH MOTIF THINGYS... i love how her eyemask is worn up and how you can see her eyeholes and the mask eyes at the same time and you can imagine how she looks like with it on

NELL <3 love how u draw her expression nd her hair and everything

ABBI (MAJORLY SILLY) she looks so bestfriend

aurelia's kinda smug expression her necklace her earrings her eyelashes being below her eye !!! and renee's earnest smile ohhh. monika is so friend. they are all so cute.

i cannot emphasize enough how hard thermidora is slaying

she's serving

THE FISH THE SEAWEED THE BUBBLES!!!

CURTIS :) AND WHITNEY !! whitney's bewildered expression is so real

Cursed Princess Club Icons - Batch 2 (Cursed Princess Club)

Use with credit, please !

Batch 1

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[alethealt-context-studies-yr2]

Dana Schutz: Societal ambivalence and how identity can be appropriated. 

Born in Michigan in 1976, Dana Schutz is a divisive artist who is known for her surrealist borderline gore paintings. She received her BFA from the Cleveland institute of Art and her MFA from Colombia University, New York. She currently lives and works in Brooklyn, New York. 

Fig 1.

Often described as “ambivalent” (Schutz, D. and Levine, C.S. 2011, p.10), her work focuses on the social and political status of America. Her works can be seen as critical, making a mockery of capitalism and the American empire, yet within each criticism there are glimpses of positivity with her use of “riotous colour” (Earnest, J. 2012) and the fact her figures continue with life despite their circumstances. An example of this is with Civil Planning (Fig 1.), which depicts 2 people calmly discussing in the middle of an apocalyptic land. As said by Levine.C (2011), The paintings highlight how ridiculous it is to plan for the future in such a broken and uncertain society, although it also highlights how younger generations are often more hopeful for the future. 

I chose her work because I personally resonated with her political work; Like many people, my stance in society/politics is a part of my identity. My identity itself is politicised in the current climate. I connected with the way she used horrific imagery to explore these facets of identity yet paired them with bright colours that make such imagery even more sickly. Her work reminded me of Francis Bacon, an artist I’m already inspired by and connect with the work of.

Fig 2.

In her exploration of society and politics, however, she became a controversial figure due to her painting Open Casket (Fig 2.) As explained By Drew, K (2022) the painting depicts Emmet Till, a 14-year-old boy who was kidnapped and brutally murdered in 1955. His mother had sent photos of his open casket to multiple Black-press outlets to let the people see what she’d seen. The paintings inclusion in the 2017 Whitney Biennial in New York sparked backlash from the public and lead to protests. The consensus was that “It is not acceptable for a white person to transmute Black suffering into profit and fun, though the practice has been normalized for a long time.” (Speidel.K. 2017). People called for the painting’s removal and even for its destruction, as they felt it was wrong for a white woman like Schutz to use Black Suffering in her artwork. She later tried to defend herself, stating that she didn’t see it from a racial perspective but instead from the stance of a mother and a son. Whilst it explains her motive, it just highlights further how detached she is from this subject; she is allowed to be moved by such a subject, but trying to equate her white motherhood to this is ignorant as she will never have the same fears of her child being racially targeted as a black mother would. As said by Speidel, K (2017), “To equate white motherhood, black motherhood and the fear that runs through each of them is violent and nothing else.” 

On the other hand, it raises an interesting question of censoring in the art industry; what can be done by who? What should be done with work that is controversial? Whilst I don’t agree with her choosing to paint this, I believe the discussion is created is an important one. Art has always been controversial; it’s always been a way to push boundaries and push for change yet censoring that would destroy the political power that art can have. As said in the article by Tomkins. C (2019), “Hannah Black (One of the most vocal protesters) and company are placing themselves on the wrong side of history, together with . . . religious fundamentalists who ban artworks in the name of their god,”.

This whole controversy with Schutz can be seen as someone appropriating or miscrediting identity; she chose to paint a figure that is sacred to the Black-American community and assign her own identity to the experience, without seeing how insensitive that could be to the primary community that still feel the racial injustices that lead to Till’s murder to this day. It highlights how we naturally try to find ourselves in situations and link them to our own identity and experiences, but how that can do more harm than good in some cases. I believe this situation became so controversial due to the political unrest at the time in America; it was exhibited within the same year of the start of Donald Trump’s presidency, which was a time where racial prejudices were on a steep rise. So, for a white artist to paint something like this at a time of such political unrest would’ve been seen as an attack of sorts.       

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Figure list

Fig 1: Schutz, D. (2004) Civil Planning [Oil on Canvas]. LFL Gallery, New York. Available at: https://www.sothebys.com/en/auctions/ecatalogue/2019/contemporary-art-evening-auction-n10069/lot.49.html (Accessed 17th October 2023)

Fig 2: Schutz, D. (2016) Open Casket [Oil on Canvas]. New York. Available at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Open_Casket (Accessed 17th October 2023)

Reference List

Chin, M. (2006). BOMB Magazine | Dana Schutz. [online] BOMB Magazine. Available at: https://bombmagazine.org/articles/dana-schutz/ [Accessed 17 Oct. 2023].

Drew, K. (2022). The Misguided Empathy of Dana Schutz’s Open Casket. [online] Vulture. Available at: https://www.vulture.com/2022/01/dana-schutz-open-casket-emmett-till-painting.html [Accessed 17 Oct. 2023].

Earnest, J. (2012). DANA SCHUTZ with Jarrett Earnest. [online] Available at: http://prod-images.exhibit-e.com/www_petzel_com/201206_BrooklynRail_SCH.pdf [Accessed 17 Oct. 2023].

Schutz, D. and Levine, C.S. (2011) Dana Schutz: if the face had wheels. Munich: Prestel Pub.

Speidel, K. (2017). Dana Schutz’s ‘Open Casket’: A Controversy around a Painting as a Symptom of an Art World Malady. [online] Spike Art Magazine. Available at: https://www.spikeartmagazine.com/?q=articles/dana-schutzs-open-casket-controversy-around-painting-symptom-art-world-malady [Accessed 17 Oct. 2023].

Tomkins, C. (2019). Why Dana Schutz Painted Emmett Till. [online] The New Yorker. Available at: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/04/10/why-dana-schutz-painted-emmett-till [Accessed 17 Oct. 2023].

Zeppetelli, J. et al. (2015) Dana Schutz. Montreal: Musee d’art contemporain de Montreal.