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"Cohen must be jealous of your talent."

She tosses her silvery blonde hair, a frigid flash of blue that excites as well as chills. A nerve struck. Her smile is brilliant and blazing, tight-lipped, heart-shaped pink, pearly cheeks, a porcelain doll that gleams and shines and plays her part so well it's as natural as breathing at this point. No one would be the wiser to the burning resentment the comment brought on, the searing 'why, why, why' that bore holes in her mind night after night despite drowning in a sea of whatever expensive liquors she could get her hands on.

" Must he. . . ? " She chirps like a plumed bird in a golden cage, a quirk of her head in response to his initial statement as if uncertain just how exactly to reply. The starlet doesn't think anything bad. The starlet is a good girl. The starlet smiles and glows and makes everyone feel wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

Who would dare. . . ? She demands to herself, yet she's surprised she hasn't heard it before. Mostly things people keep behind their backs, in hushed corners away from her. And what is it to him. . . ? She almost wonders aloud, a concentrated stare of cool blue that could penetrate right through if anyone was paying attention. The golden blonde doll, the object of Rapture's desires, belonging to everyone, sought and hungered for like by wild dogs who snarl for nourishment.

A lotta wolves. . . She teeters this thought before giving her primed, glorious reply, the icy emotion dissolving within her as easily as frost in a spring sun.

" Mr. Cohen is a. . . great talent. I admire him, you know. We've worked together for some time, even up topside. . . "

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i've also been thinking about changing jasmine's fc from mamie van doren to anita ekberg since i feel physically they match better as i'm thinking of having her be larger in stature....

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i remade my fandom blog btw if anyone is interested rn its just mostly bg3 & me rambling abt my latest replay of the game w my tav, divinia, since i am currently obsessed w her lol.

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Julie Crosthwaite in "Madhouse" (dir. Jim Clark - 1974).

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Homer, The Odyssey (trans. by Emily Wilson)

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I wish I could come up with a good build for Jas in BG3 I'm trying to think of themes of her character to go off of to make it a little easier. I want to give her the entertainer background because I see her as apart of a traveling group of performers, maybe bouncing around doing some solo stuff, maintaining her dancer's origins but putting more emphasis on her acting because my headcanon is that was what she really wanted to do. Fame and money to her meant safety and love, and she is willing to go to great lengths to achieve that.

I see her as a magic user, but I'm not sure which class to give her. I was thinking of multiclassing her as a bard/sorcerer but IDK if that feels right... She's not so much a musician as a dancer/actor, not a spectacular singer (she's no Idina Menzel or anything lol) but she is a nice looking lady who probably would've garnered a good crowd accompanying a musician.

There are mods on console now, too, and I wanna go through and add some. One I added was a new "Witch" class, which (lol) sounds really cool! Just thinking. I would enjoy some suggestions if anyone has any.

Maybe if I come up with a background for her first in the world, it'll make selecting all the details easier... Hm......

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ooc- are you the only bioshock blog active? I'm looking for others to write with but I worry that they're all dead ;(

There isn't a lot of us around, unfortunately! If anyone that sees this wants to like it to reach out, feel free! :)

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With no pertinence to anyone on my dash or mutuals, but I can’t stop thinking about this:

You do not owe anyone an explanation of your physical, mental, or emotional health status on this website.

Nobody owes you an explanation of their physical, mental, or emotional health status on this website.

It seems a space has been curated in the rpc where people feel comfortable enough to share this information of their own volition (which is great) but it is becoming a problem where it’s now an expectation. It isn’t. If someone offers this information willingly that is their choice.

Nobody has a right to demand to know what someone’s health issues are or an explanation of why they have it, how they are managing it, and how it might affect them. If someone chooses to offer this information you are lucky to know it. But you are not a medical healthcare professional, and even if you are you are not THEIR medical healthcare professional.

There’s not a single thing you NEED to share about yourself in this community, and anything you do is up to each individual.

Please don’t forget this. Do not demand to know someone’s health issues.

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Untitled (Whelan's Drugstore, New York), 1944. Brett Weston. Silver Gelatin.

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(Hit it like) hit it like rom-pom-pom-pom (Get it hot) get it hot like Papa John (Make a bitch) make a bitch go on and on (It's a fem) it's a femininomenon!

Chappell Roan - Femininomenon

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Moodboard: Aesthetic - Hollywood Starlet. 

❝You’ve seen her, bloom of the peach, posture graceful as jade…❞

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“[…] without tenderness, we are in hell.”

— Adrienne Rich, Poem X (from Twenty-One Love Poems, 1974-1976)

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The makeup powder left a thin layer over the vanity table, a spray of dust that floated in the light, a brief glimmer before settling again. The yellowy bulbs were dazzlingly bright, all the better to see in the dark dressing rooms, a mostly quiet space where soft music would twinkle as delicately on the air as the spray of powder, the hum and groan of the city's steel an ocassional bass accompaniment beneath the common sounds of life in Rapture. Those noises could spook her sometimes at the right moments, in the quiet all alone, a huge, thrumming structure all around her with the weight of the sea pressing down.

She sat a moment pensively while a practiced hand brushed the color onto her cheeks, absent yet precise due to the sheer number of times she had repeated the process. The face she knew each time she sat before the mirror, drawing lines, adding shades of blue, pink, green, red, filling in and shading and at the end of the day wiping it all away to be looking at herself again. Both her and also not, that is how it had started to feel. The thrill of it long since ebbed, leaving behind a restless, dissatisfied ache. It wasn't just the repetitive cycle of the same dance, the same faces, the emptiness that plagued her every time she stepped out onto that stage. Something else, much more pressing, always was on her mind or just at the fringes, keeping her awake at night, thinking, searching, yearning for answers. It felt like a string that was always being tugged, begging her to move, act, seek and find.

A voice cut through the fog of thoughts she found herself now lost in, something quite common of her lately. It was a voice that immediately brought a small smile, warm and authentic, in greeting to the young man that sat himself beside her at the table. A shred of hope, her slim chance of aspiration, the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. She couldn't help but smile and feel some touch of hopeful happiness, just knowing she wasn't all alone in this. And the need to return the favor, to ease the burden of what she also felt, drove her to push through.

She glanced at the bag, trying to revive herself from the silent haze of reflection she had been absorbed by. A slow blink, and the makeup brush was returned to its place on the vanity. "No, I hadn't yet. That's so nice of you. What kind did you bring?"

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Eve’s garden was empty before noon. That’s what Jack had been told the first time he was brought here; no one wanted to spend their mornings at the strip club, so the business was left in peace until the evening. That's when patrons rolled in from work, looking to let off steam.

Jack liked it here, at least before the shows started up. It was quiet.

The back door clicked shut as Jack entered, a paper bag tucked under his arm, and kept his head down as he trailed behind the stage. None of the staff ever paid him mind, but Jack always avoided making eye contact. He felt like people could see right through him.

In the back, performers were getting ready. Stretching, rehearsing, and putting on makeup to prepare for when the club opened. Jack scanned across the dancers and found who he was looking for, sitting on a stool in the corner, the lightbulbs electrifying her hair.

Jack pulled up his own stool to sit next to Jasmine Jolene. The first person he’d met outside the labs. The only person in his life who had been kind to him, and for that, Jack was grateful. He was set on helping her find the answers she wanted.

She was looking for her baby, and he was looking for his parents. Really, they were a perfect match.

Jack held up the paper bag he’d brought with him. “Brought sandwiches. Don’t know if you ate already.” He didn’t even know if she liked sandwiches, but when Jack was worried he found it felt a bit better if there was food on hand.

And worst case scenario, Jack would have both sandwiches.