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Fashion, interior and exterior decor, makeup and hair that is fall themed without being covered in ghost and bat motifs

Black and white

Nightshades, violet blue purple and cobalt, midnight, onyx

And orange / earth fall tones deep

Black, iridescent

Oil slick, silk , red iridescence/duochrome sparkling like holo nail polish toppers. Red duo chrome eye glitter.

Crystal glass chandelier, candle holder

Pearls, 1920’s - gatsby… Rhode Island, Marilyn

Green sequins white sequins pearl beading crushed, purple sequins lavender and darker, midnight blue sequins , red sequins

White eye liner, blue mascara

Moths butterflies

Brown eye shadow , dark vampy matte lips

Dark eyes

Retro hair frames 60s w/ headbands and silk head scarfs

A-line 50’s velvet/wool dresses diamanté and beaded channel knee high socks white and thin, black flats like Wednesday adams

Sparkles

Braided hair

Black glossy leather pouch with gold enclosure

Gold mixed metals all over

Black and off white frill type textures

Large sunglasses, small see through sunglasses y2k esc.

60s mod, swan lake, Lana del Rey, ballerinas

Red and maroon, purple/violet undertones

Silk

Off white cotton

Orange citrus pomegranate, Swedish holiday (grey floors, wooden snow flakes, white walls)

French provincial int/exteriors

Mexican hotel interiors ‘ Mexican home inspirated,

Day of the dead treats

Pumpkins.

Yellow under glow (snake eye)

Black metal

Lime green and lighter pastel green stuff is seeming popular too, though I’m not a fan, this can be used as accent pieces in small details of decor or under glow/refract lighting

Smoke and mirrors,

Carnival theme (Elvis movie inspired)

Now we’re getting more into themed parties, rather than just ‘decor’ trends

I think everyone loves a haunted mansion…

The move ‘the cure’ comes to mind as well with all the dark water, and strange ethereal, ‘garden-like’ mansion-esc scenery, it’s…

Dark water, midnight blue is drawing me in, in a horrifying way like,

It adds the perfect element of discomfort and beauty is, a black pool surrounded by stone

And then lit from within with small… mermaid things

White flowers hanging from the trees, thistle, tall grass that is sage or lighter

Harvest farm nearby, with hay bails and scarecrows, pumpkins, honey jam, butter in a simple French provincial style open-air kitchen…

Lavender harvests

Cooking on grey countertops in, off white pots, black pots, simple white clay.

Dough.

Red flowers like pomegrenates, in a vase,

Crystal chandelier, and lighted fountains.

Wrap around lights in the trees like nightmare before christmas

Large bulbs, and smaller ones in the leafy branches, hanging messily about

Metal candle holders that look like paper bags, glass with burnt buttoms, black. To light the way.

Candle holders, with open glass doors, in all sizes

Accompany the picnic by the fire, roasting marshmallows

A photo area with a midnight sky backdrop, benches and yellow lighting, pumpkins stacked around and haybails

Holding in hand a candy covered apple, with a red satin ribbon, dark maroon tied to it.

Sparklers, champagne glasses, antique with decadent detail designs in them

And everyone smiles for the photos…

In their costumes?

Close the night with music, a show,

Disney land, and, Gaylord palms, and Las Vegas.

Just to see, fire works.

And then the day after, days at the spa.

Print your journals on dark paper, blue. With white ink, bind it with white string, and ribbons.

Keep tucked into the kiss marks she gave you on napkins,

The numbers of girls you never called on bar napkins

Mixed drinks all night, with fog coming off the tops,

Served at a bar that is pearlescent, and beaming light from it, in the dark…

Blurry, velvet seats

You listen to the ocean crashing and watch the fire works, capture a couple of Polaroids

Booking your flight to Hawaii…

A lonely flight, you find solace in the workings fo your mind which challenge you… expand and contract, with a nap

And process all your thoughts when you wake up crystal clear

I wish sparkling water taste as good as it looks…

There is nothing like a cleanse in a salt magnesium bath, laid with flowers, in a stone pot.

Boiling water, pouring in and steam escaping through the cracks

As winter sets in and snow fills the mountains, you watch from behind insulated glass

Slippers and a robe, brushing silky wet hair…

Chopping tomatoes by the sink… to make bruschetta.

A bike ride in the cold evenings downhill to the markets, just to look at the last of the flowers and fruits

Before winter solstice sets in….

And then its cranberries, and gold, and red ribbon all over again

White crystal lights in the tree, timei passes by slowly as snow collects on my porch balcony

Making, cappuccinos in the morning, in silk pajamas, topped with whipped warm, sugary cafe, oat,

Remembering the nutcracker and the ballet when u were a child,

Now i sit by the fire, and watch it on a 72’’ flat screen…

What i wouldn’t do to hear the orchestra in person, live under the trees,

Live in the caves in Italy, live- in the park, or in the performing arts center, i’ll take a balcony seat.

This isn’t football… season, i don’t need, to see.

Music all evening, all morning, and again and again. Falling deep into obsession, with every crevice, and rough circumferences that detail the edges, of your sound

I fall in love in every color.

Addicted,

Infinitely, as the record collection piles higher, and the vault, incessantly large.

All i ever really needed though was an empty room. To fill up, with my own muse.i wish it weren’t so lonely so i’ll share it with, whoever

It’s been a while since we’ve just talked over dinner,

I want to get home and read a book, in my cozy linen bed, framed with wood that smell like glue and, chalk paint.

Diffuse the essential oils of fall into the air, wipe my hands and my face with a warm cloth, and simple micellar water.

Drink a glass of ice water, close the lights out,

And close the shades to the midnight sky, swallowing me up with its beauty. Now, privacy and alone.

I curl into a comfortable position with my hair laid across the silk pillow behind me,

And drift, cast away my mind, to dreams

Of beautiful places, beautiful people, wonderful things

That e amour me

Silent until the morning…. And tomorrow, set out to walk along the tall grass, enjoying the wind whipping through, like Martha’s Vineyard, or, France, and England…

I love my quiet place by the sea, where i shower outside naked, and no body sees.

Dripping the water on my head, like a holy practice.

Once i have bathed, i lather myself in soft cream, dry to touch, smooth like babies skin… rub lanolin and rose, peppermint between my lips.

Drink tea, and bundle myself up, like a baby swaddled in cloth.

Watching the beautiful sea hit the dark rocks.

I don’t think anyone understands how much i love my earth, my planet, and all its glory…

I could spend ages, growing nonsense in my green house, misting them, and haulting to capture, photos of every lady bug, and butterfly that visits…

I hired a man to plant apple trees, among the white flowers, and large over hanging forestry… and i loved them, everyday.

The apples sat on my countertop, a childhood dream, come true… now making them into pies, for me and you.

The house of the scorpion…. Take me there, for a while…

And the house of Fridah Kahlo.

Walking the street markets of mexico, so perfectly amused. By the metal, and books, and paintings they sold.

Just like home in New Orleans.

I miss the big churches, so i went there. And enjoyed the street jazz, and the night life.

And then i went to San Francisco for similar reasons, just to see the city again and again, and again.

Riding the underground quietly alone, thumbing through Polaroids I’ve collected. Rocking swaying with the train cars bumps and lighting glitches, subtle warm, incandescent green light of the subway- with not much air to breath, something about it, you almost drift to sleep

Watching out the window, the scenery turn to dark brick tunnels.

And watching the cell signal on your phone, go missing.

Quiet at last in the tunnel, nothing but the train car noise, one smooth motion on the track.

In the darkness, and quietness there, i found myself drifting in and out of consciousness, holding my bag in my lap…

When i woke i wondered if anyone had stolen anything, how far had we gone, how long have i been in this tunnel,

It surely felt like two hours, i figure I’d get off anywhere and find my way around.

The white tile tunnels greeted me. Everyone walked much faster than i, as i stumbled up the stairs.

And then i caught onto a train trolly, for no reason, in particular. But just to feel the sun, as we rode down the street.

Once he let us off, i realized i was at the iconic park where the Beatles played, close by, the martin Luther king memorial grounds.

I laid in the park and looked up at the sky, watching the fog rolling in over the buildings tops, perfect white, clouds… moving so quick,

I looked around and, saw couples laying and picnicking in the beautiful park, i wondered what they did, where they come from, their college degrees, where they live.

Are they just here for the day, tourists. Or locals, a mix of both. How long had they been dating, are they dating at all, or are they just friends.

What is their life like…

I wondered while i walked to the bay, Hard Rock Cafe, always a favorite place. Striking up conversation here,

So many talkative, shop keepers, and such, around. Talking about soap, and chocolate, sea food, and fashion. Gay men, mainly.

I finished my dinner by the bay, in a crowded out door sea food restaraunt because ‘everyone loves it, you’ve gotta try it.’ … i stared at the wet brick floors as it rained, sitting beneath the white umbrellas.

My dinner cost more than a weeks worth of rent… and the waiters were young, young men with slick black hair, in white aprons. They looked skinnier than most boys I’d seen back home. Paler too.

Like something foreign to me, they were exhausted, but spoke quickly, running on, adder all or, something. So young, only 17, 18…

Serving hundreds, plates of crab cakes and lobster… and… sweating. Working, double, triple the pace i was used to back home.

I’m sure their life was much more interesting than mine, I’m sure they went out with their coworkers at night, and smoked and cranked, and were free

Their hearts and lungs damaged by cigarettes and alcohol but they didn’t care- it was speed and, hang overs and, wake up roll out of some shitty bed in some shit apartment do it all over again. Your best friends are line cooks, and bottles of alcohol…. The life of a server.

But you were free.

And i was not, though my clothes were nice, and perfect. My jewelry gold, my nails were clean. I was pale and empty, and thin. I put on my sunglasses, to cover the tears.

Another night alone in the hotel suite, decadent bed, marble bathroom, and i couldn’t of been more depressed…

San Francisco… the highlight of my night, were the pub personalities, and the street musicians.

Just watching. Though, just a tourist. I was so tired of standing on the sidelines of my life, i cried by the bay…. In my hard rock, sweatshirt.

And then someone snapped a photo of me, asked me to look more pleased. I asked to sea the seals, i don’t know why.

I was rather aimless, as i collected rocks from every beach we passed by… taking in the redwoods, and the rest that came with it.

And then back to Las Vegas, and then Chicago, New Orleans again.

I went home and met a girl, it didn’t work out, i figured out… not to waste time, falling for anyone… because they wont catch you if you do.

I got sick, and sought out solace,… and,,,, no one, really seemed to understand that place…. That i wanted to be in….

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peacedtogether · 1 year

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biglisbonnews · 2 years

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What You Missed at New York Fashion Week (According to Linux) This is What You Missed Last Month (According To Linux), in which nightlife it-girl Linux takes us behind the velvet rope and into the VIP section of Scene-City. Through her extreme (sometimes exaggerated) lens, Linux gives us the tea on what really happened at every party-of-the-century that floods our Instagram feeds. (A note from the author: don’t take what she says too seriously — she’s just a club kid after all).They say, “all’s fair in love and war,” which must be why each February all New Yorkers’ rules of candor are tossed into the trash. What are the odds that the two most brutal yearly happenings, Fashion Week and Valentine’s Day, happen in the same month? How on Earth does one balance the two? Not so fast investing all your energy into securing a mans for that candle-lit dinner at The Nines — you’ve got a Vogue party to go to! Good luck dedicating your paycheck to buying your new lover some diamonds — you’ve also got to go to Loewe and buy your own look for their party you’re crashing. (We all know the PR girl who sent you the flyer at the afters last week is never texting you back, in fact she’s probably fired by now!) The only foolproof way for an it-kid to garner triumph in February’s affairs of love and war is simple: Throw those morals right out the window! Have to text your besties nemesis who handles reservations at Indochine? She won’t forgive you, but at least you’ll have an entree to IG-Story on the 14th! Do you so badly want to go to the [Redacted Cancelled Fashion Designer] show but you’re worried about your reputation? Diet Prada posts ten times a day, this too shall pass!And don’t worry, my curious readers. While the despicable Socialites and Fashionistas of 10001 spent 28 days backstabbing and trampling over one another towards victory in love & war... your favorite journalist (me!) tagged along. All month I lurked in the shadows, disguised as the scenesters we love to hate, and quietly attended each and every New York happening. As a servant of truth, I’ve brewed all the tea that went down at these scandalous hotspots... and honey: it’s scalding! Rest assured that I, Linux, the New York Downtown It-Girl, am nothing like them… I’m one of you! I didn’t even want to be at these mega-fabulous celebrity-filled parties. This was all for… uh… research purposes! February 9: Christian Siriano See on Instagram Every New York Fashion Month starts with a visit from Christian Siriano. We know it, we expect it, we love it. Project Runway star Christian Siriano invited the who’s who of who’s left to Gotham Hall to show off his Fall 2023 collection. I could tell you all about the floral fashions that stomped down his runway but I know you’re really here for the front row! I was plopped next to the usual Nightlife/Fashion Crew, seated next to queens like Gottmik and CT and nightlife cool kids Leigh Lezark, Austin Smith and Ty Sunderland. After the NY-C-List got settled in, a swam of flashing photographers around a redhead at the entrance alerted all of us that the real stars had arrived. Taking a closer look, we realized it was none other than Lindsay Lohan. Yes... Lindsay Lohan! What a gag. After millions of photographs, Lindsay was quickly escorted to her seat next to us where we all one by one whispered to one another “omg…I can’t believe... Lindsay Lohan!” After the Hollywood legend sat down and her show ended, the fashion show began. New York legend Dianne Brill, however, did not make it to her seat in time, but all of Gotham Hall got to admire her head-to-toe ensemble and self-emblazoned “BRILL” clutch from our seats.After the final look came down the runway and the crowd applauded for Christian, we piled into a Siriano Sprinter van and headed to the afterparty at the Edition Times Square. There, Gottmik performed something Y2K (this was a month ago, how should I remember?) and Ty Sunderland DJ’d something even more Y2K. Somehow hours went by and by 8 PM I was on the Edition terrace in Times Square drunk out of my mind chain-smoking with Lindsay Lohan and a bunch of talent managers. No matter how many jokes I told... I did not get a gig! (But Lindsay did laugh.)February 10: Dion Lee AfterpartyIf anyone in the scene is an enigma wrapped in a riddle and cash, it’s Dion Lee. The Australian designer was first introduced to me in my Bushwick home at one of my many COVID-era raves. Since meeting, I’ve seemed to run into him anywhere the BPM passes 140; at too-cool hotspots such as Unter, the green rooms at Basement or the 10 AM yurt afters at Nowadays. It’s easy to find him around — that is, besides during Fashion Week. I reached out, as I do every season, to attend his show and afterparty to no avail. After weeks of radio silence, I finally took the hint that it was a big N-O. Most with a speck of pride would give up... but honey, I am more than a chimp with a typewriter. I am Linux and this is The Nightlife Bible. The only thing that will without fail get my party-crashing ass to attend an event is telling me I can’t go! I’m sure my invite just got lost in the mail. On Fashion Week Friday, Dion Lee invited everyone (besides me!) to Boom Boom Room to celebrate his Fall 2023 show. Everyone in NYC with a functioning ketamine habit pooled into the Standard Hotel elevators and up to the top floor to party with the designer. If you’re a routine reader of mine (as I’m sure you are) then you’ve come along with me to countless events at this venue. If you’re new here: it’s where Solange and Jay-Z got in that fight! But what made this night different from most at Boom Boom Room was that, instead of being filled with LA celebrities or the entire Vogue office, the congregation mainly consisted of Bushwick ravers and transgender Parisian supermodels. Simply put: the crowd was cunt. The room was packed, but thankfully there was no wait at the open bar, as most attendees were likely dosing GHB. Around midnight, the bartenders began clearing the unused bar, which hinted that whoever was about to perform would be converting it to something with more value: a stage. Finally, as the music cut off and we heard her iconic voice, the secret show was revealed to be Azealia Banks. In seconds, the most talented person to come out of New York City hopped onto the bar in a two-piece army green number and began performing for us. One thing about Dion Lee is he will always align himself with talent, and Banks rapping at his afterparty was no exception. By the end of “New Bottega,” the tranquilizer crowd did their best to applaud, and the K-gods spoke to me in my thoughts, letting me know it was time to go. In fact, by 2 AM I don’t know if anyone there even knew where they were! Kudos to Dion for throwing a fashion week party that only I will probably remember. All I could keep thinking to myself that night was, All these people got invited and not me? But as I write this now, I am immediately reminded that it’s because I write party reviews like this!February 11: Honey Dijon Teksupport See on Instagram There’s nothing I love more than going to a non-Fashion Week party smack-dab in the middle of Fashion Week. Long-running production team Teksupport is no stranger to throwing killer parties. For as long as I can remember, Teksupport has been one of the few bumpin’ bashes for breeders this city has to offer. For a full week in February, Teksupport put together a lineup of iconic DJ’s including Diplo, Bedouin and Honey Dijon. Out of those three, the standout evening was easily that which belonged to Honey Dijon. The event took place at The Glasshouse, an innovative venue boasting floor-to-ceiling windows and unobstructed 360-degree views of the Manhattan skyline. The city was especially excited to see Dijon as this was the fashion-icon and DJ’s first New York appearance since being awarded a Grammy for her part in Beyoncé’s Renaissance. I had hundreds of Fashion Week things going on that day, but that didn’t stop me from arriving promptly at 11 PM. I was quickly reminded just how straight Teksupport parties are. Thankfully, however, Honey Dijon was in the building to save us all. For two hours, Mother played her best heavy-hitting house for the thousands of attendees on the top floor of The Glasshouse. Dijon’s talent combined with Teksupport’s otherworldly skill in lighting and sound made for the ultimate New York night to remember. Needless to say, it was the best homecoming a girl could ask for... Honey Dijon said so herself!February 15: Paul's Dolls' One-Year See on Instagram After 52 weeks straight of throwing a party meant for the girls, gays and theys, the night had finally come to celebrate a whole goddamn year of my weekly party: Paul’s Dolls. I remember when I first spoke to you, my fabulous readers, about Paul’s Dolls last spring. At that point, I had only the slightest idea of what this party could become. Wednesday after Wednesday I joined forces with the most notable New York kids to help bring this night to life... and girl did it work! At Paul Sevigny’s nightclub Paul’s Casablanca in the heart of Hudson Square, everyone who’s anyone got together to celebrate my baby turning one. I think what this city loves so much about Dolls is it isn’t too stuffy or uptight. To so many, this night could only be described as a Weekly Downtown House Party. When a Drag Race girl is in town? They go to Paul’s Dolls. When Fashion House is in town? (Mugler, I’m looking at you!) They go to Paul’s Dolls. Bitch, even fucking Snooki goes to Paul’s Dolls! Somehow the vibe is so correct that you totally forget you’re at a bitchy nightlife menace’s ego-stroke! So with that, I’d like to end this month with something different: a thank-you. Every week you’ve managed to show up and show out at my very first solo weekly, and I’ve been moved. Seeing your glittering faces each week at Paul’s Dolls and experiencing such a magical night with you all so often is a total honor. When it comes to Paul’s Dolls I know one thing’s for certain... you definitely didn’t miss it! Photography and styling: Airik Prince Art direction: Chris Correa Dress and gloves: Christian CowanShoes: Pissy PussyScarf: Adrienne LanduaGlasses: Smiley GoodsJewelry: Heart of Bone https://www.papermag.com/linux-what-you-missed-nyfw-2659607821.html

#What you missed last month #Fashion week #Nyfw #Linux #Nightlife #Christian siriano #Dion lee #Honey dijon #PAPER

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fatale-distraction · 2 years

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Happy Friday! For DADWC: "running their love interest a bath after a long work day" for Solavellan?

Dances up with some more Y2K AU for @dadrunkwriting

M rating for nudity and implied sexy times! Enjoy~

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Solas stood in the doorway of his bathroom, half-out of his jacket, jaw dropped open in surprise.

When he'd come home after a packed day of faculty meetings, lesson planning, and a long and heated argument with Mythal, he had no reason at all to expect he'd find anything but a dark, empty house. It had been enough of a surprise to open his front door to find Ellana frozen guiltily in place like a deer caught in the headlights, cradling a few bottles of wine in her arms like infants. The sight that met his eyes as he crossed the living room, into his bedroom with the adjoined master bath, half-heartedly scolding her the entire way, left him speechless for a long moment.

The soft, gentle strains of Ella Fitzgerald floated through the air as the record spun and crackled faintly from the small player he kept next to his bedroom window. Wavering light danced across the tiled floor of the bathroom from what might have been a hundred flickering candles arranged on every level surface. Sitting atop an ottoman she must have dragged in from his living room was a tray with two glasses and a plate of cheese, fruit, and deli meat. Most interesting was the antique, claw-foot bathtub he'd spent a pretty penny to have properly restored and fixed with modern plumbing. Hot water steamed the air, the surface shimmering with oil and soap bubbles, the air scented with patchouli and lavender.

"Ellana..." he breathed, jacket falling forgotten to the floor.

Hovering behind him, eager and hopeful, the trouble-maker herself hugged the wine bottles more tightly to her chest. "You said on the phone earlier that you were having a lousy day, so..."

"So you broke into my house and vandalized my bathroom?"

"Romantically!"

Solas chuckled, rubbing a hand down his face. His muscles ached, his head throbbed, and his pride was bruised from the confrontation with Mythal. He had hoped to come home to peace and quiet so he could attempt to forget the troubles of his day; alone, sparing anyone else the burden of his personal or professional drama. He'd been seeing Ellana in mostly-secret for only a short time, and he was certainly not ready to let her shoulder a bit of that burden, not ready to even discuss it with her yet.

"This is...thank you, vhenan," he said softly. The metallic sound of a corkscrew reached his ears, and he turned to see she was already wrestling one of the bottles open. She poured generously into the two wine glasses and handed one to him with a kind smile.

"Hop in," she nodded to the bath as she padded on stockinged feet toward the doorway. "I'll be back in just a second and rub your shoulders."

Solas took a long sip of wine as he watched her disappear into the dim bedroom before he undressed. They'd been intimate before, and it heated his cheeks to think of it, but only a few times. He lowered himself into the hot, fragrant water, suppressing a low groan as it engulfed in him warm comfort. The wine glass dangled from his fingers over the side of the tub and he leaned his head back against the cool porcelain, eyes closed as he listened to a lovely duet between Ella and Louis Armstrong.

Grey eyes blinked open again when the door creaked on its hinges. Ellana had returned, armed with a bottle of massage oil and...

Oh.

He cleared his throat. "Ellana?"

"Yes?" She smiled at him, this time with mischief dancing in her violet eyes. She'd traded her sweater, skirt, and nylons for a short, silky bathrobe that barely reached the top of her thighs. Her hair had been loosened from her usual braided bun and fell in lush curls over her shoulders, reaching all the way to her hips.

Fuck.

"That's...a very nice robe you have."

"Thanks," she replied brightly. "Would you like to see it on the floor?"

"Yes, I would like that very much," he breathed, fingers squeaking against the side of the tub as his muscles tightened.

Slowly, agonizingly so, she untied the robe. The whisper of silk was barely audible as it slid from her bare shoulders and fluttered to pool at her feet. She pushed the long curtain of red curls over her shoulder, and he watched the ends brush against the generous curve of her ass.

"Get in the tub," he whispered, low and dangerous. She gave him a smirk and took the hand he offered to help her as she slipped in, sinking down onto his lap with slow, deliberate intent, her arms wrapping around his neck, lips dropping to his.

#solavellan #ellanasha lavellan #dragon age #writing down fatalities #dadwc #da drunk writing circle #solas #y2k au #professor solas

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leoprosy · 2 years

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i am soooo excited for fall!!

im gonna be a dork about it on here real quick!!

I usually associate fall with the beginning of school and thus kind of stress (and then, in my head, fall starts mid-August rather than late September). But, because Im not a student this year, I waited as patiently as possible until today to start getting really into fall celebrations and it feels really good and like? natural? correct? to not rush it!! Me and my brother put up the halloween decorations today and got new tea to have! I got cinnamon plum and I'm excited to try it tomorrow morning while I make a cinnamon streusel bread mix from the store!

and me and my friends are gonna watch some early y2k halloween movies, I'm gonna wear my new black dress and maybe do kinda spooky make up and its just really exciting to me to get to celebrate! i want to welcome fall with open arms in a big hug cause its always been my favorite season!!

I want to celebrate the changing of the seasons like this all the time! I set intentions with my candle that a friend already put some intention symbols into a long time ago and aaaaaaa

also doing more witchy kind of stuff (I made moon water, I've used my tarot cards, setting intentions and using that candle etc) feels good and fun and yeah :')

maybe i will share my autumn good times on here :o im trying to not overshare shit on social media anymore or like. do stuff for the sake of social media so i also maybe just won't! idk!! its nice to be filled with like fun falltime wonder and happiness again i feel like a little kid

#me and my brother had a hard time today cause of our parents #and i love and appreciate him so much #we were so determined to make today a good one and i think we did!!#leo thots #i cant wait for yummy tea and tasty bread tomorrow morning waaaa

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the-kidd-kell · 3 years

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grace thompson

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

name: Grace Lynn Thompson

nickname(s): Gracie

age: 17

birthday: May 31st (Gemini)

hometown: honestly, all she knows is that she was born in Little Rock, Arkansas

dwelling: she lives in her mom's loft apartment in Jacktown, Michigan

height: 5'4"

weight: 115 lbs.

hair: dirty blonde, but always lightened - so crazy thick

eye color: aquamarine blue

defining marks: scar on knee from surgery

build: athletic - small, straight, rectangle body shape

parents: Crystal Thompson and Craig Meyer

siblings: older sister, Summer Thompson

pets: none

DO THEY HAVE

love interest: Andre Aguilar-Hernandez, whom she hopes to marry. Grace started crushing on Andre three years ago, in eighth grade. He was always causing

passions: advocating for/protecting victims of sexual/domestic violence, justice, equal rights, pro-choice, witch craft, astrology

loyalties: Andre/friends - sports teams - her boundaries - healing

BEHAVIOR

habits: biting her nails, lying to appease people, getting overwhelmed, becoming burnt out, running a little bit late, accidentally flirting,

preferences in:

• Clothing: Refuses to fit into any one fashion category, loves to experiment with all kinds of colors, patterns, vibes, etc. Prefers to wear bright, vibrant colors. Loves 70s inspired fashion friends and y2k trends as well. Almost a little preppy, but always a little more out there than anyone else around her.

• Transportation: Has a light blue, convertible, Volkswagen Beetle.

• Vacation: Somewhere tropical usually, but also likes to visit the Upper Peninsula with Monica.

• Family Life: Would prefer it if it felt like her mother cared about her, maybe even spend some time with her or ask about what's going on in her. Wishes Summer never moved away. Terrified of Craig

• Music: Rap, Trap music, Alt. pop, R&B,

• Movies: scary movies, rom coms, independent films

• Books, Magazines, News: rarely reads a magazine, but will buy one if she needs something to use as a rolling tray. Really only reads textbooks or trending news reports.

• Sports: LOVES volleyball and is really, really fucking good at it. Runs in track in the spring to stay in shape, but probably will never work out again once she's done with sports

• Friends: Loves to chat and be friendly with everyone, but holds few people very near and dear. Is afraid of creating too deep attachments with friends just to have the bond fall apart when she has to leave (but, sometimes she can't help but fall hopelessly infatuated with some friends she meets). The people she considers near and dear are people she would see herself keeping in contact with if she ever did need to move suddenly again.

• Hobbies: smoking weed, partying, listening to music, volleyball practice, study dates, going out for lunch/brunch/dinner, track practice, off-season practices, going to volleyball games, going to sports games at school, hanging out with friends, hanging out with her boyfriend,

phobias: being abandoned, being vulnerable, being taken advantage of, being betrayed

likes: volleyball, weed, Andre, going out to eat, witchy shit, stones/crystals, zodiac/astrology, candles, lemon water, tarot cards, learning about chakras, having fun, making people smile, paranormal/spooky stuff, recycling, sustainability, eating clean, hanging out with friends, partying, smoking, drinking, dates with Andre, dogs, casting spells, practicing witch craft

dislikes: forgiving people, men, injustice, mean people, being told what to do, overly-promiscuous women, losing, being out of control, thinking about her childhood/Dad, victim blaming,

positive traits: spiritual, intuitive, sweet, kind, cheerful, upbeat, uplifting, eclectic, unique, soulful, active, energetic, adaptable, very ambitious, confident, bold, loud, dauntless, fun-loving, silly, witty, extroverted, sociable, self disciplined, independent, magnetic, loyal, nurturing, protective, a good friend, resilient, committed, determined, eco-conscious, usually reliable,

negative traits: holds grudges, two-faced, judgmental, sharp-tonged, petty, vengeful, has double standards, can be judgmental and unforgiving, sensitive, easily disappointed, hard on herself, unapologetic, thrill-seeking, spoiled, misguided, inconsistent, rebellious, sneaky, paranoid,

ATTITUDE ABOUT

marriage: cannot wait to marry Andre, would do it today if she could

children: can't picture herself having one right now, assumes her world/life will end as soon as she has a child

pets and animals: doesn't want to take care of anything except for herself right now, can't be bothered with any animal right now.

SOCIAL

marital status: single, but definitely with her soulmate

level of education: junior at jacktown high school

occupation: volleyball libero, hostess at a fancy restaurant

languages: just english, but also is learning spanish this year

secrets: was sexually and physically abused by her dad, hates her mom, has bad ptsd, finds the weight of the world to be super heavy often so she has to rely on her friends a lot

relationships with:

O family:

- Grannie: Grace loved and adored her Grannie with her entire heart as a child and a young teen. Grannie was the glue that held Grace's family together. So, when Grannie met her untimely passing, Grace felt super defeated. Grace says she felt the family die with Grannie. To this day, Grace still speaks to her Grannie in heaven and cries with grief periodically.

- Crystal (Mom): Grace's resentment for her mother began as a child over things that Crystal really had no control over. Now, in her late teens, Grace might even say she hates her mother. At this point in life, Grace wants to make her mom's life harder like she did to her. Grace has always felt abandoned by her mom, especially after Grannie died.

- Summer: Grace and Summer used to be really close. However, when Summer graduated high school she moved across the entire country to go to school in California. Now, Grace misses Summer everyday. Summer has always been one of her favorite people in the world since they have gone through everything together. Grace wishes she could talk to Summer more often than she does, but both girls are busy don't always have the time to sit down and talk on the phone for a while.

- Craig: Grace feels nauseous anytime she sees anything that reminds her of him. She tries her very best to block out and forget all of the abuse and torture he intentionally put her through as a child. In fact, Grace acts as if she never even knew her father these days - if anyone asks, she just says she never got to meet him to spare herself from having to expose her trauma.

O ex-partners: she's never had anything serious with anyone before Andre; just a few boys she would flirt with while she was bouncing from her mom's custody to her grandma's.

O friends:

- Monica Walker: Mo is Grace's best friend. Somehow, Grace has become co-dependent to Mo and pretty much has to see her or talk to her everyday. Grace has never in her lifetime experienced a friendship like Monica's. Despite actively trying not to make friends when she first arrived at Jacktown High, Monica was determined to make Grace her friend. The two girls share a deep bond that Grace will be forever grateful for.

- The popular girls: Grace has somewhat loose friendships with almost all of the girls in the popular clique at school. They all adore Grace for some reason, though they rarely hang out with Grace one on one. Grace does enjoy their friendships at surface level, but is wiser than to blindly become close to them just because they are popular. However, Grace has managed to become close(ish) friends with two or three girls from the group.

○ Elise Crawford: Elise, although not technically in the clique, is like Grace is often at functions held by the group. That's actually how Grace met Ellie and her best friend, Payton. These girls don't often hang out unless it's at school or a party. However, they all talk everyday at school and typically eat together at lunch.

○ Macy Dudley: Macy is a fellow baby-witch like Grace and the two have bonded over that. When the rest of the clique is talking about something Macy and Grace don't care about, you can find them having their own side conversation about tarot readings, spells, and other topics surrounded practicing witch craft.

O enemies: can be VERY vengeful, petty, mean when you have wronged her. Can be sharp-tonged, snappy, savage, etc. Doesn't have many enemies but everyone will know when she does.

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omg hi!! i was wondering if i could get a quirk matchup? this is a really cool idea btw! here are my answers to some of your questions (and some extras because i’m... well, extra).

my astrology: cancer sun. virgo moon. libra rising. cancer mercury. cancer venus. pisces mars.

hobbies: watching tv. listening to music. hanging with friends. practicing makeup. online window shopping. making people laugh.

pet peeves: weirdly, i don’t think i have any specific pet peeves? i tend to get annoyed by everything. if i had to point out specific things that bothered me... maybe when people don’t listen to me or take in what i’m saying? i hate feeling ignored by people.

one thing i’m good at: making people laugh or expressing myself.

one thing i’m bad at: timing. i say things at the wrong time, always late or early, can’t tell time, whatever it may be. also terrible at math.

i’m an ambivert! i crave socializing, but i also love being cooped up at home.

it’s up to you if you would like to give me a quirk good in combat, i don’t really care! :)

mbti: isfp

enneagram: 4w5

enneagram tritype: 469

enneagram subtype: sx/so

character alignment: chaotic neutral

four temperaments: melancholic-sanguine

hogwarts house: slytherin

some significant personality traits: i’m very goofy, and never takes things seriously. extremely socially awkward. very open-minded and non-judgemental. i would say i’m friendly. hot-headed though, very short temper. can be co-dependent. shy. aggressive. flirty. overdramatic. very self-critical. i’m an ambivert. i can be obnoxious. appears very angsty. not very intelligent or bright, lacking common sense, book smarts & street smarts. can be impulsive. adventurous. clumsy. lazy.

some things i like: roller skating. photography. writing. car rides. smelling candles. rain. the beach. making new friends. aesthetic. practicing makeup. online window shopping. daydreaming. junk food. clowns. 80’s/90’s/y2k. emo rap. pop punk. classic rock. 80’s pop. hyperpop. adventures. clothes. making people laugh. astrology. personality typing. watching tv. tarot cards. horror movies. comedy movies. gothic stuff.

some things i don’t like, fear, hate: rude people. cruel people. any form of discrimination. country music. liars. spiders. bugs. ceiling fans. crowds. rejection. criticism. hacking. abandonment.

habits: biting nails. chewing inside of mouth. overeating. picking at eyebrows and eyelashes. scratching when nervous. playing with my hair. rocking back and forth. hard/excessive blinking. repeating phrases for fun.

dream job: psychologist. psych nurse. sober coach. mortician.

positive qualities: i’m a good listener. i’m able to make people laugh. i’m very honest.

negative qualities: i’m very temperamental. can be self-destructive. lacking intelligence.

talents: i’m good at listening, being expressive within my appearance, writing?

traits/qualities i admire in others: loyalty. honesty. adventurous. humorous. non-judgemental. friendly.

traits/qualities i avoid in others: rude. mean. cruel. judgmental and overly critical.

goals/aspirations: to gain confidence, be more spiritual, attend college, get a job, live on my own, overcome my personal and inner struggles, be more social.

love language: quality time or words of affirmation. i like to spend time with people i care about and i like when they reassure me that they care.

favorite color: black. blue. hot pink. neon green. dark green. purple.

favorite musicians: lil peep. eminem. nirvana. hole. type o negative. pierce the veil. falling in reverse. mother mother. mötley crüe. slipknot.

emoji’s to describe my aesthetic: 🤡💋💅🏻🦇🥀🪐🧃⚰️🚬⛓🔮🧸🛍💞🖤💒🏩📺🕯💎💉🩹🧺💌🎪🍓🍒🍷

fun facts: i have a dry sense of humor, like jokes that aren’t funny but the way i say it makes it funny. i dye my hair a lot it’s starting to thin. i live in sweatpants. i will like a song and listen to it for a week straight. i thought the first us president was george clooney. i can’t tell the difference between a nickel and a quarter. i once thought dinosaurs never existed. ran into a clothesline. fell into a river that went up to my neck because i thought it would only be ankle deep. i tried to explain a theory that technically if we emerge ourselves in the ocean, we physically become a part of the earth.

my appearance: i’m about 5’5. i’m chubby. i have split dyed, half black and half blue hair. shoulder length hair. i have brown eyes. i wear glasses. i have moles scattered in random places ( a lot taking place on my right cheek ). pale in the winter, olive skin tone in summer? rarely wears makeup but it’s dramatic when i do. rarely dresses up but it’s dramatic when i do. round face. usually wears sweatpants, pajama pants, tank tops, baggy ripped dirty shirts, slippers. hair is usually matted in a bun or down.

i hope all of this was useful! again, sorry for being very... extra 😅

Hi, hope you like this!

I give you..........

Valefor

Quirk type: emmiter

Quirk summary: you The ability to stop molecules and restrict a substances movement. This also gives ability to generate ice, which is done by stopping the movement of water in the air. Using it on a person separates there mind form there physical senses because of the time gap inbetween them. And it also gives the ability to slow down many different types of attacks.

Drawbacks: the objects you inflict will eventually speed up again. And you can’t reverse the effects of your quirk, only time can.

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Can you name the famous book?

The Geezer And The Caribbean

An Elm Develops From A Sapling Where The Dodgers Once Played

Brilliant Red Communication No One Writes Anymore

While I Was In The Bed Croaking

The Muscadines Belonging To Anger

Armed Conflict And The Kind of Train Cat Stevens Used To Ride

Out Of Here In The Current Of Air

The Purple Rain Singer Associated with the Rising & Falling Of The Ocean

Tremendous Anticipations

What Comes Before A Fall & Preconceived Judgement Towards A Group

Mitt-Wearing Home Plate Squatter Enclosed By Reuben Sandwich Bread

Murder A Derisive, Taunting, Feather-Covered Creature

An Au Revoir For Everything Inside The Shirt Sleeves

Y2K Minus Number Of Candles on Molly Ringwald's Cake

Felonies And Misdemeanors Coupled With Spankings

That Audio And That Rage

Toward What Person Or Persons A Recess-is-Over Sound Is Directed

One Who Domineers Over Things Stuck To The Swatter

Scoliosis Sufferer At The Fighting Irish School

Courageous Globe With The Tag Still On It

Pirate Loot / Counter In The Center Of A Kitchen

Story Of A Duo Of Municipalities

About Little White Rodents And Grown Boys

Ruby-Colored Nametag Indicating Bravery

The Star In Our Solar System Comes Up, Too

www.laurieparkerwriter.com

#books

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wendyglitters · 2 years

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Obsessed:

Fall

candles

skincare

NJ y2k

reading

heavy Metal

becoming independent again

self-care

my business

collagen

#beobsessed #glitterup #lifestyle #beauty

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Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage Review: Behind the Scenes of a Musical Disaster

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That ain’t teenage spirit you’re smelling. HBO’s Music Box documentary Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage reeks of righteous condemnation, judicial indiscretion, and conspiratorial obfuscation. But it’s okay. This is a disaster film masquerading as a documentary, and the found footage makes it all pay off. Director Garrett Price personally opens the film in the voiceover, explaining how the 1999 celebration itself was written to be a comedy, but “played out much more like a horror film.”

Music festivals have come to represent generations. The original Woodstock: an Aquarian Exposition: 3 Days of Peace & Music concert in the summer of 1969 brought half a million people together with the artists who spoke for and to them in a communal love bond. The organizers lost money, the capacity was underestimated, but the audience came together to share what they had to make the weekend legendary. In December that year, the Rolling Stones concert at Altamont was marred by the pool cues and knives of the security team, the Hells Angels. It was deemed the end of the ‘60s.

Woodstock ‘94 happened at the height of the Grunge Revolution, when Kurt Cobain wore a dress but didn’t shave his stubble, and Riot Grrrls blasted personal dissent with the passion of the punk elite and no one cared if they shaved their legs. The organizers lost money, but the fans and the bands were one unit who achieved the common goal of joy. Woodstock ‘99 happened five years later and enjoyed the accessibility of the mainstream’s greatest unifier: MTV. The organizers made money and 200,000 people attended, but the audience got such a raw deal, even the musicians who played got scared. It is remembered as “the day the ’90s died.”

Opening on the 22nd anniversary of the festival, the documentary deems Woodstock ’99 a disaster. They even call in a guy from FEMA, who says it was worse than Hurricane Katrina and the great flood. Told chronologically, Price, who previously directed Love, Antosha, the 2019 tribute to Anton Yelchin, begins with the excitement of a three-day festival. Held on a former military installation in Rome, New York, the Griffiss Air Base was set up to keep the grounds free of ticketless celebrants.

The security team is exposed as a bunch of amateurs specially trained on which boxes to check in a multiple-choice test, and how to find someone’s personal stash of bottled water in a backpack. “There’s a festival grounds in Germany that was literally built by Hitler,” The Offspring’s guitarist Noodles says in an interview. “It’s a great venue, a lot of fun. The air base was less hospitable than the venue built by Nazis.”

There were nonstop performances held a mile apart from each other on the grounds. One highlighted its mosh pits, the other the dance floor. The biggest electronic artist in the Rave Tent proves his genre’s atmosphere opens doorways to perception. “There is a sixth sense that you develop when you spend your life going to venues,” Moby says in an interview. “We got off the bus and I was like, ‘Something is not right.'”

The film is very generous with behind-the-scenes footage. We are treated to aerial shots of cramped campsites, long ATM lines, leaky Port-O-Potties oozing something that only looked like mud, and $4 water bottles, which sold as much as beer in temperatures over 100 degrees. We are told in advance three people died, 44 were arrested. There were 10 reported sexual assaults.

The lineup for the concert was a mix of hard rock bands, pop stars, and hip-hop acts like The Roots, and ICP. Rapper DMX’s epithetic call and response performance gets special notice. “The Black performer is essentially licensing the people in the crowd to say this word with him,” New York Times’ Wesley Morris says in an interview. “If you got each one of these guys after the show, and pulled them aside and said, ‘is it OK to say the N-word under any circumstances?’ They would, to a person, say, ‘I mean, the right answer is no, right?’”

For returning music aficionados with remnants of the first gathering still in their memories, organizers booked jam bands and a few older acts like Elvis Costello, Willie Nelson, and The Who’s John Entwistle. “The ’99 Woodstock seemed like it was trying to relive a nostalgic moment, along with commercialism and capitalism, but not having a real soulful purpose for the show,” singer-songwriter Jewel says in an interview.

As the documentary points out, a lot of the younger attendees had no idea what Wyclef Jean was referencing in his solo guitar performance of “The Star-Spangled Banner.” They ask one kid, who can’t remember who did it first even though he’s standing directly under a huge stencil of Jimi Hendrix’s name. When Bush’s Gavin Rossdale begins Country Joe & the Fish’s “Gimme an F,” the chanters only seek Amy.

Music is supposed to have charms which soothe the savage breast. Many people think the final word of the phrase is “beast,” and the documentary further blurs the line. The early ‘90s music artists were anti-misogynist, anti-racist, anti-homophobic and radically informed. Happening at the end of the Clinton era, when MTV pitted boy bands and pop girls against nü-metal rockers, a fur-coated Kid Rock could call Monica Lewinsky a ho and pass it off as a political statement.

Toxic masculinity’s dirty sister framed Britney Spears as a “Girls Gone Wild” extra, and magazines like Maxim and FHM encouraged the idea young men could shout “show your tits” to Rosie Perez without getting bitch-slapped, the documentary posits. Only three women were invited to perform at the weekend-long, two-stage festival: Jewel, Alanis Morrissette, and Sheryl Crow. “I’m baffled how it went from the progressive, enlightened values of Kurt Cobain and Michael Stipe to misogyny and homophobia and the rape-frat boy culture that was at Woodstock ‘99,” Moby ponders in the film.

Of course, none of wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t all pre-staged. This is where Price dips into the era’s obsession with paranoia. It was the end of the millennium, the Columbine shootings had happened, and the Y2K bug was coming. It was finally time to party like it’s 1999. “Really, the biggest problem was that MTV set the tone,” organizer John Scher says in an interview.

But he downplays it, like he might have been warned by Cigarette Smoking Man from The X-Files. “There’s no question that a few incidents took place. But if you go back in the records of the police and state police and stuff, we’re not talking about 100. Or even 50. We’re talking about 10. I am critical of the hundreds of women that were walking around with no clothes on, and expecting not to be touched. They shouldn’t have been touched, and I condemn it. But you know, I think that women that were running around naked, you know, are at least partially to blame for that.”

Partial blame is all the rage in Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage. The documentary points out how history paints the original Woodstock like it really was a return to the garden, with peace and love and former flower children having babies to Santana’s “Soul Sacrifice.” But music journalist Steven Hyden reminds us about a group of disgruntled shoppers called “’The Up Against the Wall Motherfuckers,” who didn’t like food prices and burned dozens of stands down.

After Woodstock ’99 grounds started smoking when the candles handed out for a vigil for Columbine victims became torches to burn the place down, the documentary says Rome Mayor Joseph Griffo asked Anthony Kiedis to douse the crowd’s misplaced enthusiasm. The Red Hot Chili Peppers launched into a scorching rendition of Jimi Hendrix’s “Fire.” History blames bands like Limp Bizkit, Korn, and Rage Against the Machine for the destruction. But really, the artistic decision of that song to those circumstances is a no-brainer. “Smoke on the Water” would have been too easy. “Disco Inferno” would have been too obvious.

The documentary talks with the event’s organizers, as well as performers like Korn’s Jonathan Davis, The Offspring, Scott Stapp of Creed, The Roots’ Black Thought. Wesley Morris and Spin‘s Maureen Callahan put things into perspective. The only person the documentary doesn’t talk with is Fred Durst, the frontman for Limp Bizkit, who became the poster boy for the event’s bad behavior. Oh, they talk about him, though. They talk about him like he’s not there, and because he’s not there they must think he won’t see it. At the height of Limp Bizkit’s set, the singer encouraged the crowd to “Break Stuff.” But let’s be fair, it is the name of their song, and Durst is the guy who told the crowd to pick someone up if they fall, not to grope them.

This is what happens when the counterculture makes money. Everyone wants a piece. Woodstock 99: Love, Peace, and Rage is an even-handed dispenser of blame, and has slices for all. The first in a series of music-based documentaries from Bill Simmons’ Ringer Films, this immersive journey bodes well for upcoming tunes.

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