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39. Billy Hargrove - Ruined

* Synopsis: Billy Hargrove has been keeping an eye on Vivianne Blanchet for a while now; a sweet girl who was still somewhat new to Hawkins, Indiana. She was pure in every aspect and Billy just wanted to ruin her more times than once. *

* Warning: smut, rough, unprotected, drunk/tipsy sex, breeding, and anything else considered a warning. *

* Billy Hargrove’s p.o.v *

School hadn’t even started yet and she was already driving me crazy just standing beside her locker innocently. She was holding her books close to her chest while talking to one of her little friends about whatever it was girls talked about. Her lips were perfectly glossed, her hair bounced when she laughed, and her body moved delicately as she turned to talk to someone new. I couldn’t even pay attention to what the people were saying to me because she clouded all of my senses greedily. Even now while she was chatting it up with some guy, I couldn’t focus on the conversation I was supposed to be having. My eyes were glued to him, watching every move he made, daring him to lay a single finger on her. Her eyes fluttered close for a single second before they landed on me, a smile spreading across her perfectly, plump, dusk-rose lips as she waved at me. I smiled back giving her a small wave before she turned back to her friends.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?” Tommy grinned, his eyes following mine towards Vivianne, “I’ve been checking her out too. Bet she’s a freak.”

A low growl rumbled deep in my chest as I forced myself to look away from her to glare at Tommy. He never stopped staring at her. I noticed the way he licked his lips, the way his eyes dragged down to take in all of her body; every predatorial move he made made me want to rip his throat out. Instead, I chose the latter. Grabbing his collar, I pushed him roughly against the wall. He let out a yelp at the sudden impact.

“Back off,” I growled, “you hear me? She’s mine.”

“Okay!” Tommy agreed, holding his hands up in surrender.

I let go of his shirt just as the bell rang telling everyone to get to class. Vivianne was walking away with her friends towards whatever class she was supposed to have right now. I sighed, annoyed that neither of us had a class together due to the grade difference.

All day I couldn’t get her out of my head, specifically her voice. She was so innocently pure that I couldn’t stop picturing all the noises she would make just by me simply touching her. Or the sounds she would make with my cock pounding relentlessly into her tight cunt. Tommy was wrong, Vivianne wasn’t a freak in bed at all. No, she was innocent, barely knew a single thing and I’d have to teach her everything. I’d have to ruin every inch of her innocence.

Lunch rolled around pretty quickly, and I walked into the cafeteria already searching for Vivianne. I spotted her sitting at a table by herself, her friends probably in the lunch line. Luckily she normally brought her own lunch from home, giving me a decent amount of time to talk to her before her friends decided to butt in. Tommy and the others waved me over but I ignored them walking straight to Vivianne. As I approached her, I saw her reading a book while chewing on a strawberry. I plopped down beside her and took the strawberry she was eating out of her hand and bit into it. She looked at me, smiling.

“Hi, Billy,” she giggled.

Her just saying my name made my dick twitch.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I grinned, “How’s your day been so far?”

“Pretty good. What about you?”

“Boring until right now.”

I peeked over at the book she was reading curiously. I noticed there were several sets of highlighters sitting beside her and the book was marked up.

“You readin’ this for school, darlin’?” I asked.

She shook her head, “just for fun. My friends say it’s lame but it’s relaxing.”

I picked up the book and flipped through the pages roughly but careful not to lose her spot. She didn’t seem to mind, going back to eating her strawberries while I fingered through her pages. Then something in the margins caught my eye and I had to do a double take to make sure I saw it correctly. In the margins, it said “this reminds me of Billy.” Next to that was a highlighted portion of the text; the girl was watching and admiring a tall, violant man who made her heart race. I grinned. So she was watching me too.

“I remind you of this guy in the book?” I teased, pointing to where my name was.

Her bright, sinless eyes widing and her cheeks turning a vivid shade of red as she reached for the book. I just pulled it back, chuckling at her embarrassment.

“I forgot I wrote that in there,” she blushed.

“Am I in here anywhere else?”

“There’s no need to tease.”

“I’m not teasin’. I think it’s hot that you think of me.”

Vivianne covered her tomato red face with her hands, her hair shifting. I leaned over, moving her hair ever so slightly, letting my ring adorn hand brush against the exposed part of her face. Her skin was delicate and soft against my calloused hands. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, my breath tickling her earlob causing a shiver to run throughout her body.

“I think about you too, pretty girl. Always runnin’ through my head, drivin’ me crazy.”

I spotted her eyes looking at me through her fingers before she went back to hiding herself from me. So shy, so innocent, so pure. So much for me to ruin.

Our time was cut short because her friends walked over and set their plates down.

“Billy, leave Vivianne alone,” Sandy grumbled.

I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from Vivianne reluctantly. My blue eyes staring daggers at Sandy, who was doing the same in return. Finally, Vivianne removed her hands from her face and the red color was gone from her skin.

“He isn’t bothering me, Sandy,” she sweetly laughed, “he was just being friendly.”

“Billy Hargrove is anything but friendly.”

Placing Vivianne’s book back in front of her, I stood up and placed my hands on her shoulders still watching Sandy.

“I’m just not nice to ugly girls,” I grinned, “and Vivianne Blanchet is anything but ugly.”

Sandy glared more almost squinting her eyes in the process. I leaned down and looked at Vivianne. She reached her hand out to Sandy probably ready to tell her that she wasn’t ugly because that was the type of girl she was. I pulled her hand back, letting my hand feel her skin a little longer.

“See ya later, doll.”

Then I walked away from their table and could hear the harsh remarks Sandy was making about me angrily. Vivianne was desperately trying to calm her down, telling her whatever she wanted to hear just so she’d stop her rampage.

After school, I was leaning against my car waiting for Max impatiently and grumbling to myself about how this girl was always late. I flicked my finished cigarette to the ground and groaned.

“Waiting for someone?”

Looking over, I saw Vivianne standing there with her books pressed against her firmly and her bag slung over her shoulder. The fresh, summer breeze waving her hair around her perfect face. I smiled.

“Just my brat of a sister,” I said.

She leaned against my car with me, letting her arms fall so that her books were sitting in front of her lap.

“Max, right?”

I nodded and she smiled.

“She’s sweet.”

“You think everyone’s sweet. Even me.”

“Because you are sweet.”

I chuckled. No one ever described me as sweet before, she was definitely the first.

Our timing never seemed to be right though because Max started walking this way with her skateboard in hand. Anger flared up inside me. The one time I now wanted her to take her time and she had to come rushing out. Vivianne tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I guess I should let you get going.”

Then an idea popped into my head.

“I can drop my sister off and give you a ride home, if you’d like.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Max stopped walking in front of us but I didn’t care, instead, I manuvered myself in front of Vivianne and grinned, touching her waist and just barely pulling her closer to me.

“You aren’t imposin’ at all. I’ll drive ya.”

“Thank you,” she squeaked.

I led her towards the passenger’s side barely stealing a glance at Max.

“Get in the back,” I said, her eyes rolling as soon as the words left my mouth.

I opened the passenger’s side door and helped Vivianne inside by holding her hand as she lowered herself into the seat. Once her legs were inside, I closed the door and went back to the driver’s side. Max was just barely putting her seatbelt on when I got in. I started the ignition before even closing my door and the door was closed, I sped off causing Max to swing to the other side of the backseat.

“Hey!” She snapped.

“Should have been buckled up faster,” I said, speeding off towards home so I could drop her off first.

Vivianne turned to check on Max, apologizing even though she hadn’t done anything wrong. Max thanked her and buckled herself up quickly. The entire way to mine and Max’s house, she was talking to Vivianne about the most random shit and if it wasn’t for Vivianne I’d have told her to shut up. To keep my annoyance down, I squeezed the steering wheel letting my knuckles turn white.

Eventually we made it and I came to a screeching halt.

“Alright, get out,” I said to Max.

Max rolled her eyes and turned her attention to Vivianne, “bye, Vivianne!”

“Bye, Max!” Vivianne chirped.

When my door was closed, I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards Vivianne’s house that was fortunately a thirty minute drive from here. I stole a glance at Vivianne, she was watching the trees fly by through the window.

“So,” she said, “are you doing anything this Saturday?”

That was unexpected.

“Not that I know of,” I said, “why? Was there somethin’ you wanted to do?”

“There’s a party being thrown by some football player and I was invited. I was seeing if you were going to be there too.”

I knew what party she was talking about, pretty much everyone in the school got an invitation to that party this weekend. I wasn’t planning on going, at least not unless someone had given me a reason to. Now sitting in front of me was a reason to go.

“Are you goin’?” I asked.

She shrugged, “Sandy doesn’t really like parties and most of my other friends will probably get drunk. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go or not. Just curious if you planned on going.”

“You should go. I’ll be there, we can hang out together.”

“You don’t want to get drunk with all your friends?”

I shook my head grinning. “Why would I hang out with them when I can hang out with you instead?”

Vivianne smiled, running her fingers through her hair.

“Great. Then I’ll see you there.”

The rest of the way to her house, we just talked about nonsense. It didn’t really matter what we were talking about, we were just talking. Eventually we pulled into her driveway, her father was standing in front of his car with the hood open until he heard my car pull up. He poked his head around the side of his car, wiping his hands on a greased up rag then started approaching.

“Thank you for the ride,” Vivianne said, unhooking her seatbelt.

“Let me get the door for you,” I said, climbing out and strolling over to her side.

I opened the door for her and helped her out.

“See?” She said, “Sweet.”

“Only for you, pretty girl.”

“Afternoon,” her dad called.

“Hey, dad.”

“Hey, Mr. Blanchet.”

He reached out his hand to shake mine, I didn’t even hesitate grinning as I shook his hand.

“What’s your name, son?”

“Billy Hargrove, sir.”

“Well Billy, thank you for giving my little girl a ride home. She’d have been stuck up there awhile if you hadn’t been so kind.”

I gestured to the car he had been working on.

“Somethin’ wrong with your car?”

“Nah. That’s my wife’s car, just needed an oil change and a small tweek. I’m all finished now.”

“I’ll be in in a minute,” Vivianne said to her dad, “I’m just going to tell Billy bye.”

“‘Course. See you inside.”

He walked away from us, waving goodbye at me. I waved back.

“I’ll see you at the party,” she said.

“I’ll see you there too.”

I watched her walk away from me towards her home. My eyes travelling her body while she was faced away from me and landing on her ass. I licked my lips as I watched her hips sway back and forth. And when she was out of my line of sight, I groaned.

Saturday night approached faster than I thought it would and the party was crowded way before it even started. Vivianne wasn’t here yet so I was lingering around with Tommy and the others sipping on a drink while I waited for her. Plenty of girls tried to talk to us since the beginning of the night but I could only think of Vivianne. I kept stealing glances at the front door when there was no one in front of it to see if she was the next person to walk in.

“Billy, you alright?” Tommy asked, “Six total babes have tried to talk to you but you pushed them away.”

“Fine,” I grumbled, “just waitin’ on someone. I’m goin’ to get another drink.”

I was standing at the table where all the alcohol was and started mixing some drink together with a lot of vodka. I hadn’t planned on drinking too much but if I had been tricked into going to a party then I was going to drink heavily.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I sighed annoyed.

“Haven’t I already made it clear…”

I turned around and saw Vivianne standing there. Her doe eyes stared at me, her freshly painted dusk rose lips forming into a small pout. My eyes wandered all over her body; she was wearing a tight, somewhat revealing baby pink dress that barely reached her mid-thigh, she wore a pair of heels that matched her dress, and her hair flowed gracefully down her back in perfect waves. I could feel my jeans tighten as my cock stiffened.

“I can give you a minute,” she said, pointing away from me.

“No, no,” I said, taking her hand in mine, “I thought you were someone else, doll.”

She smiled and nodded. “Sorry I’m a bit late. I was finishing getting ready.”

I shrugged it off, sipping on my own drink then gesturing to the table. “Wanna drink? Or has my pretty girl never let a single drip of alcohol pass those lips?”

“I guess a drink won’t hurt. Something not so potent.”

I nodded my head and mixed her a drink with a moderate amount of liquor then handed her the red solo cup. She thanked me before taking a sip, her lipstick staining the side of the cup.

“Good?”

“Perfect.”

I took her hand again and dragged her away from the table and over to somewhere that wasn’t as crowded as the rest of the house. I plopped down and patted the spot next to me, grinning from ear to ear. Vivianne sat shyly beside me, crossing her left leg over her right. I let my eyes trace over her again and dug fingers into the cushion of the seat to keep myself from ripping her dress off now. Vivianne looked at me, smiling softly and gesturing towards me.

“You look nice,” she said, “handsome.”

“Thank you,” I flirted, running my tongue over my bottom lip, “you look fantastic.”

Vivianne played with her hair, her eyes avoiding me. I moved myself closer to her, our outer thighs touching and rested my hand on her knee.

“Nervous, pretty?”

“Maybe a little,” she laughed, “I’ve just never been to a party without my friends.”

“Well, you got me. I’ll make sure you have a night you won’t forget.”

The two of us sat there drinking and talking, telling each other random stories from our childhood. Other people from the party tried to approach us but their visits never lasted longer than a second after they saw the look on my face. Vivianne, either clueless or didn’t care, paid no mind to their sudden departures and always waved goodbye to them no matter who it was. An hour into the party and she was already feeling tipsy; she was a light weight and the small amount of vodka that I put in her drink was enough to get her drunk completely and she still had half a cup left. I reached over and took her cup.

“Think you’ve had enough, doll,” I chuckled.

“I think so too,” she laughed, “actually, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Let’s go, I’ll take ya.”

She was so trusting too that she didn’t even think about how inappropriate it was for me to take her to the bathroom, all the things that could happen once we were alone up there out of earshot of everyone enjoying the music and booze downstairs. Vivianne and I headed upstairs towards the bathroom. I practically had my chest pressed against her back as walked up the stairs and down the hall. She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it seemed welcomed. When we got to the bathroom, she walked inside and I stood in the hall leaned against the wall finishing my drink.

Vivianne left the bathroom about three minutes later, closing the door behind her with a sigh.

“Tired?” I asked.

Her eyes turned to me and half smiled.

“Overwhelmed,” she corrected.

“How about we go somewhere else so you can relax a bit, pretty?”

“You don’t have to go with. I’m sure your friends would like to see you tonight.”

“Well that’s too bad for them,” I smirked, “because I don’t plan on leavin’ your side.”

She nodded her head and I pulled her along with me until I found us a room to be in. She went inside first while I held the door open for her then I followed close behind and locked the door behind us. I didn’t want anyone coming up here and bothering us. She laid on the bed, her arms sprawled out over the comforter, her legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. I finished the rest of my drink and walked over to where she way laying. My eyes grazed every inch of her intoxicated body. I noticed her eyes were closed and her fingers were playing with the ends of her hair. I climbed ontop of her and her eyes snapped open; my legs were on either side of her blocking her against my body.

“Billy,” she whispered.

“Shh,” I chirped, “just relax, darlin’.”

I watched her wiggle against my legs and chuckled. I moved myself so that I was half laying on her and half laying on the bed, my knee nuzzled inbetween her thighs inches away from her clothed heat. I had myself kind of propped up with one arm, using my fingers to play with her hair that practically melted in my hands. With the other hand, I touched her waist drawing shapes through the fabric of her thin dress. She bit her plump bottom lip, her eyes watching me intensely. I could see her chest heaving in and out as her breath quickened.

“You’ve been drivin’ me crazy all night,” I whispered, my lips getting closer to hers, “goin’ upstairs with me all alone probably wasn’t a good idea, doll.”

“I’m not scared,” she muttered, “I trust you.”

“Yeah baby, you trust me?”

She nodded her head. Her hand reached up and touched my face slightly, her eyes half-lidded as the alcohol she consumed more of her. I tore her hand away from my face pinning it back down.

“Answer the question,” I growled.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I trust you, Billy.”

Once those words were out of her mouth, I attached my lips to her kissing her hard. Her fingers squeezed my own and I tangled the other hand into her hair deepening the kiss. Vivianne didn’t even try to fight for dominance, letting my tongue slip past her lips with no fight and letting me explore every inch of her mouth. Our saliva started coming out of the corners of our mouth. I pulled away breathlessly, watching a string of spit connect between our lips.

“Take your dress off for me,” I groaned, sitting up and giving her the freedom to move.

She never took her eyes off of me as she got off the bed, kicking her heels off and reaching behind her to unzip her dress. She froze once the zipper was down, using her hands to hold her dress up now.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” she muttered.

“Trust me,” I grinned, “I know. Just do exactly what I tell you. Take off your dress.”

Vivianne took her hands off her dress and it fell to the floor. My breath hitched as I laid eyes on her lingerie; it was white and lacey and covered very little. I gestured for her to come closer to me and she didn’t hesitate this time, her body stood between my legs and my hands roamed every inch of her exposed skin. I squeezed her hips tightly and ran my tongue over her stomach, all the way up to where her bra was just barely touching her breast. My dark eyes looked up at her and watched her head fall back from just my tongue touching her skin. I chuckled.

“Let’s remove this,” I hummed, using one hand to unclasp her bra and throwing it to the side somewhere.

Her nipples were hard from the exposture. I hungrily took her left nipple in my mouth while tweaking the other one with my fingers. She gasped, back arching against nothing, pushing her closer to my body as I sucked harshly. A soft whimper was pulled from her lungs. When I was finished, her nipple was wet with saliva and the other one was worn out from being pinched. As I stood up, I pushed her onto the bed staring at her. I removed my black, leather jacket and red, button up tossing them on the ground with her own clothes. I took off my belt and unbuttoned my pants to give my cock some room. Grabbing her legs, I pulled her towards the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees. My lips peppered kisses along her thighs while my hands squeezed at the exposed flesh. Vivianne had propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes watching every move I made with lust in her eyes.

I got closer and closer to her core. Her scent was just as intoxicating as the alcohol I had consumed. I hooked my fingers to her pearly white panties and dragged them down her legs revealing her pretty, pink cunt. I licked my lips before bringing my mouth to her core. Vivianne’s body flinched as my tongue pushed between her wet folds and I held her in place. I watched her squirm as I moved my tongue tasting every part of her. She was sweet; she hadn’t even came yet and her juices already tasted like nectar. I hummed against her and she moaned, falling back on the bed. I started picking up the pace, assaulting her clit viciously with my tongue. Her moans grew louder filling up the room. Even with my jeans unbuttoned and the belt off, my cock was struggling to breath. I coated her thoroughly before slipping a finger into her, feeling her soft, spongy walls contract against a single finger. The entire time I worked my finger into her, I never took my mouth off of her pussy. Soon enough she was all worked up and relaxed that I was able to slip another finger in earning another string of moans from her. I fucked them into her while slurping and nipping tenderly at her clit.

“B-Billy,” she moaned, “I…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence as I continued to fuck my fingers into her, hitting every sweet spot I could reach with just two fingers. I knew what she was gonna say, she was almost there. My sweet, little virgin was about to cum all over my face and fingers. All that did was help me pump faster so she could cum.

“F-Fuck!” She cursed, her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed into her.

Waves of her juices washed over my face and coated my fingers. I fucked her through her climax, watching her body react to the aftershock of her first orgasm for the night. I slurped every drop of her juices then removed my fingers from inside her, climbing on top of the bed and grinning at her, my face glistening.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” I groaned, I brought my coated fingers up to her lips, “Have a taste, pretty.”

Her mouth fell open and I stuck my fingers in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around them and softly sucked drinking up every inch of herself. I moaned as I watched her drink herself up, her saliva replacing her juices.

“Atta girl,” I grinned, I pulled my fingers from her mouth with a pop, “now it’s my turn.”

She looked at me a bit confused and I patted her head.

“So innocent. Have no idea what I’m talkin’ about, huh?”

I took her hand into mine and led her off the bed. She looked up at me with her bright, wide eyes.

“On your knees,” I ordered.

She didn’t fight me, she didn’t tell me no, she just kneeled down in front of me while still watching me with her eyes. I pulled my cock free from my pants and sighed once it was released. Vivianne and I made eye contact with each other.

“Open, darlin’.”

Her mouth fell open obediently.

“Stick your tongue out.”

Her tongue rolled out of her mouth and I chuckled.

“Good girl.”

I tapped my hardened cock against her tongue, the wetness from it causing a slapping sound. The sound caused me to moan and lay my head back. Then I pushed it all the way in her mouth, all of her saliva slobbering up every inch of my dick. She started gagging once the tip hit the back of her throat but I didn’t pull away. I rocked my hips faster, pushing my cock further down her throat. Tears started falling from her eyes as I forced her to choke on my cock. I started panting, my hand wrapping around her hair so she couldn’t pull herself away from me.

“Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl.”

I picked up the pace, my grip on her hair tightening as I continued to fuck her mouth. Her drool started falling to the floor, pooling at her knees. She hummed around my cock, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them again.

“A-Aah,” I groaned, “f-fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

My thrust got a bit sloppy before I spilled my seed into her mouth. Some dripped to the floor with a mix of saliva, but most of it was in her mouth. I told her not to swallow just yet as I pulled out still rock solid. Her mouth wasn’t enough, I needed to feel that cunt squeezing around my cock. Taking my hand, I placed it on her face, under her chin, making her look at me directly in the eyes.

“Let me see,” I muttered, lowly.

Vivianne’s mouth opened and I saw all of my cum sitting there prettily on her tongue. I grinned as I pushed her mouth close with my fingers.

“Swallow.”

I watched her swallow all of it. Then I picked her up and laid her on the bed, climbing on top of her naked form. Her eyes were hazy.

“So pretty,” I hummed, “Once I’m finished with you, no one will be able to fuck you as good as I do, doll.”

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please?” I grinned, “Please what?”

Her body wiggled against the sheets, underneath me causing my cock to twitch at how smooth her skin felt against my own.

“Please, fuck me,” she whined.

I licked my lips still grinning from ear to ear as I pulled her legs around my torso, lining myself up with her glistening cunt. There was no time for prepping, no time for easing it in. I needed her, I was desperate to feel her, even if it meant hurting her just a little bit. So I pushed myself into her causing her to yelp from pain as I stretched her out. I held her still when she started to pull herself from me wanting to get away.

“You can take it,” I growled into her ear.

Vivianne’s legs tightened around my torso almost squeezing the life out of me and making it harder for me to move but I managed. Once I was completely inside her, I let her adjust to the size, needing her to ease up, her pussy was squeezing me so tight I wouldn’t last if she didn’t relax. Soon, Vivianne’s body loosened up and she wasn’t holding me so hard anymore.

“Better?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Good.”

I pulled my cock all the way out, the tip barely inside her before slamming back into her. Vivianne’s back arched off the bed as a scream rippled through her lips. I started pumping in and out of her watching as her breast jiggled with each snap of my hips. Moans and pants left my body as I used my hand to spread her legs wider to get a deeper angle. I could hear all the lewd squelching sounds of her cunt as I plunged my cock into her repeatedly, a ring of white forming around the base of my cock from all of her flowing juices. My hand wrapped around her neck just tight enough to make her a little breathless but not so much so she could still breath. Vivianne’s body was shaking, her eyes rolling back into her skull as I fucked her roughly.

“It…it feels so good,” Vivianne cried out, her hands squeezing the comforter beneath us.

“Yeah, baby,” I groaned, “s-shit. This pussy’s squeezing me so f-fucking tightly. All mine, you hear me. I’ll kill…a-ah…I’ll kill anyone who even looks at you.”

Vivianne nodded her head .

“Nu-uh. Use your words. Who do you belong too?”

“Y-you,” she choked out.

I grinned, moving my hips faster and faster, drilling my cock deeper and deeper into her. All of her juices were coating her thighs, my cock, and a little bit of my torso. She was so messy, it was hot. I nuzzled my head into her neck, removing my hand from her throat but not stopping the speed or force of my hips. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling each time I brushed against her sweet spot. I latched my mouth onto her neck and sucked harshly creating a purple mark against her skin. I did it a few more times too leaving a big mark that almost looked like a bruise on her neck. Sweat dripped from my hair, falling on her already thinly coated face. I growled against her as she tightened, probably getting close to her release.

“I-I’m so cl-close,” she moaned out, “fuck, fuck.”

“Let me see it, baby,” I growled, “Cum on my fuckin’ cock. Show me what a messy, little slut you are.”

She moaned loudly at my words, her legs were shaking around me as her pussy gushed all around my cock. Her arms released me as she arched her back off the bed.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” I moaned, “I’m almost there...shit.”

“B-Billy,” she whined, “It’s too…it’s too much.”

I didn’t listen to her, just kept fucking her roughly, my thrust getting sloppier the closer I got to my own climax.

“G-gonna breed that little cunt of yours, doll,” I panted, “Fill that pussy up, make you all mine. Forever.”

More of her juices flowing as she got more and more aroused from the words I was saying. I gripped her hair tightly in my hands and pounded into her roughly.

“Please,” she moaned, “p-please come inside me, Billy.”

“Fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Hot spurts of my cum were planted deep inside her coating her walls. I shuttered against her as I finished. A few minutes passed with me still buried inside of Vivianne’s abused cunt, then I pulled out and fell beside her. Both of us were breathing fast so we could catch our breaths. I felt her shiver beside me and I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her tired body.

“Sleepy, pretty girl?” I questioned.

“Mmm.”

“Let’s get you to my house, hmm. We can sleep real good there, doll.”

“In a second,” Vivianne whined.

I chuckled and buried my head into her and wrapped us in the used comforter. There was nothing to worry about right now, the door was locked and we weren’t going to be bothered. For the first time in a long time, I could relax.

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marciabrady · 10 months

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Why do you say that Lily James and Kenneth Branagh completely misrepresented 2015's Cinderella and ruined the character? (I apologize if you've already spoken about this in depth, but I'm relatively new to your blog and could only find this subject mentioned in passing a couple of times). Thank you 💙

Hi there! Thank you for the question and no worries at all- just for reference, I have talked about it here and here before, but it has been a while and- as you said, you are new- so I can definitely list some reasons again!

So, to start off with, I think the crux of this issue is two-fold: fire and foremost, Lily and Kenneth both don't like the original animated Cinderella property and set about to "fix" it as opposed to faithfully interpret it, so the foundation that the house of "Cinderella 2015" was built upon is already shaky. And before anyone tries to "educate" me, I'm aware Kenneth has spoken favorably about the fairytale of Cinderella but he's intensely disparaged the original film, as has L*ly James, Cate Blanchet*e and Richard Mad*en at length. Secondly, I think instead of going about in trying to bring Cinderella to life, Kenneth and Lily went about in trying to portray the ideal woman to our 2015 sensibilities and, in doing so, obliterated anything that made Cinderella unique and herself.

On this last point, Lily has said over and over again that her Cinderella won't be so reliant on her Prince and won't be so passive and waiting around and has even gone so far to say that she tried to infuse as much of Belle and Jasmine into her Cinderella as she could...which, why? Belle and Jasmine are Belle and Jasmine- they don't have to be Cinderella. We can acknowledge that there are different types of women and that's okay. We don't have to dilute how women are and make them lose their individuality just to appeal to more people because there's more than one way to be a woman. But every trait they fill their Cinderella with is just what was favored at the time and it never really amounted to anything or was unique to her. We see Lily James' Cinderella with a book to show us that she's intelligent, like Belle, but it's really just for optics and that book/reading never becomes relevant later on, nor is it unique to her since every heroine after Belle has been seen with a book due to have popular it was with Belle. We see her horseback riding her frustrations away so that we could have a "powerful" shot of her, but she doesn't use her horseback riding to any purpose in the plot. She asks the Fairy Godmother to keep a semblance of her old dress so she can feel like she's taking her mother to the ball with her, but when the FGM changes it, she isn't upset at all. We see her have resources through which to leave her home, but then tell her friend she isn't so she can fulfill a promise to her Father in never leaving the home...which she ends up leaving later on. We see her "talk back" to her stepmother and stepsisters in that scene where she speaks French to them (even though this movie was set in France) but, again, that doesn't really mean anything because, if she's meant to be putting them down, they don't understand what she's saying and neither do we? Even the way she yells at the Prince "just because it's done doesn't mean it's what should be done!" just feels so...eh

That's the other thing...the entire production/cast is so hypocritical? They went on an entire press tour bashing the original Cinderella- that made their production possible btw- calling her a doormat and passive and submissive...but then in turn gave us a heroine that was infinitively more of a doormat, passive, and submissive? They tell us that the original Cinderella was reliant on a Prince, when she didn't even go to the ball for the Prince (unlike her Stepsisters) and didn't even discover the man she was dancing with was the Prince until the next morning. Meanwhile, Lily's Cinderella meets the Prince in the woods before the ball and only goes to the ball for him since she's met him prior? That is a HUGE step back by the rubric they were judging the original Cinderella by. And passive? Where the original Cinderella had snark to her and was banging against the attic door to be let out, hollering and screaming, and where she tried everything she could to get out- it was ultimately her idea and quick thinking in getting Bruno to chase off Lucifer that led to her descending upon the stairs toward freedom- Lily James' Cinderella twirls and sings passively in her room like someone who's lost it while the Duke is downstairs. She's literally discovered because a mouse accidentally opens up a window and they hear her singing...like I'm sorry but this is ridiculous to me! And here's the thing- I see people defend this version and say it's okay she's passive or whatever. And it's fine, she can be whatever she wants to be, but my point is they validated criticism that had no merit and signed off on it of the film that their movie was based off of, claiming theirs would be something different, when they ended up giving us a product that was closer to what was criticized in the original!

The cast was also very selective with what they were progressive on. Again, they were happy to throw the animated Cinderella under the bus all day, but this production pushed an unfair dichotomy of beauty. No woman in this production was allowed to be "conventionally unattractive"- every female character was made thinner, with more makeup, and youthful in appearance than their animated counterpart (Lady Tremaine with her fire red hair and bright matte lipstick, Anastasia and Drizella, the bedazzled Fairy Godmother). Again, is it bad that they're conventionally attractive? No, but you can tell the film's direction is intended to turn the original on its head by saying "see, we're not implying ugliness is bad because everyone is beautiful but of a different character" but in doing so they're showing us thin, white women with euro-centric features and they're telling us that is beautiful, with no other look to showcase and...oof. And don't even get me started on the controversy around the waistline...and this is where their selective activism comes into play again. Where they were happy to badmouth the original Cinderella, who was a victim of abuse, and inflict an victim-blaming narrative upon her, they scoffed and said it was anti-feminist to talk about Lily's body and that she was naturally a skinny girl. And she is naturally skinny- but not that naturally skinny and those weren't her proportions. She admitted to being on a liquid diet to fit into that dress and said she couldn't go a few minutes without belching into Richard's face when they were filming from how tightly she was laced into it (how charming). But God forbid anyone talks badly or questions their production! They can use Cinderella 1950's platform to badmouth her and benefit from her success while not doing anything unique, but if anyone earnestly questions anything about their film, they're pulling a reverse uno and calling you misogynistic! Which leads me into the whole values thing. Again, the live action version is becoming favored and many people think Lily's has more depth than the original (even though Ilene's Cinderella was so realistic and nuanced and strong and it makes me so sad) that they've even started to incorporate the designs from the live action into animated Cinderella's world in books:

And have even used live action Cinderella's slogan on animated merch:

Which...I hate this saying lol I don't think it makes any sense or matches the animated Cinderella at all. Animated Cinderella was kind and got along with everyone when she needed to, for survival, and she definitely avoided conflict where she could but she wasn't blindly nice to everyone all the time. She stuck up for herself when she needed to and that didn't always win her friends and she wasn't always agreeable. This message of "be kind" all the time to people who consistently do you wrong is so backwards and makes no sense and honestly is kind of problematic in how we see it leads to Lily enabling the behavior that's shown toward her (how she pretty much offers to sleep in the attic, namely, and even when she thinks the stepfamily is going to give her a dress for the ball...it just made her look dense in a way the animated Cinderella wasn't?) but also just...a deep dive into "have courage and be kind" makes me frustrated because, what they're doing is "rescuing" the perceived weakness/traditional femininity of "kindness" by marrying it to the traditionally masculine "courage." In other words, kindness would have no value if courage wasn't in front of it. Which, in a nutshell, is Lily's Cinderella. Instead of showing us who she is in action, the way the animated Cinderella does, she preaches even when it makes no sense to? (Which I hate being told what a character is- show me!) Animated Cinderella knew when to keep a trick up her sleeve. She didn't reveal the glass slipper until the last minute because she didn't trust her family and she knew there was no point in doing so, as they would never see eye to eye with her. Lily's Cinderella blatantly tells the Stepmother to her face that she doesn't plan on going along with her plan which...eh. And even the whole "love is free, kindness is free" is the perfect example of how sanctimonious she gets for no reason instead of showing us those attributes in action. And, again, it'd be one thing if Lily's Cinderella existed in a vacuum on its own, but this is coming out after all of the "Cinderella ate my Daughter" books where public perception of Cinderella was really bad! And instead of protecting Cinderella, the cast aligned themselves with the Cinderella detractors and then gave us a product that was more indictive of what was being criticized as opposed to what the original Cinderella truly was, and now everyone's favorite Cinderella (2015) is closer to a version of Cinderella that never existed but everyone believes it did...I really could go on forever, but this is my least favorite movie ever lol

#ask #anonymous

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hdsc-ace · 9 months

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Kilig - Gil Rizzo || Grease: ROTPL

Part 1 - Errands

Masterlist Rest of my work.

Warnings: none.

Felicity Blanchet does the last errand of the summer, running into a date for the evening in the process.

The summer was the worst of Felicity Blanchet's short life. The entire time was spent running errands for her mother all across town and she had barely any time for herself and friends. The time she did have was so little that Felicity spent it reading a couple pages from her books.

However, during the last day of summer, Josephine Blanchet still had her daughter running around town like a mad man to complete numerous errands. There were tasks that Felicity loved to do, like walking over to the post office every week or so to receive any packages from distant family, but there was also tasks Felicity despised doing. An example of this would be going to the deli to pick up large amounts of ingredients her mother 'Required' for the week's meals.

It wasn't the place itself that Felicity wasn't fond of, it was one of the workers. Whenever Felicity came in to receive her mother's order, Gillian Rizzo was conveniently always working at that exact day and time. If there was more than one person working the deli, which was rare, Gil made it his mission to serve Felicity despite how many customers he had to serve before hand.

It would be a laugh to call Gil a Nice Boy however that's the only words Josephine ever described Gil with. Felicity could think of so many words that contrasted her mother's ideas of Gil.

The only reason Felicity wasn't fond of Gil was from the first time they met at the start of the summer. Felicity had no clue what she had to get from the Deli after her mother's verbal shopping list that she completely embarrassed herself in front of the T-bird. He was nice to Felicity but Gil being Gil gave off some disturbing vibes. It was obvious he wasn't like any of the boys at Rydell, if you compare him to the Socs.

One of the last times Felicity had to visit the Deli on behalf of her mother was at the end of that very summer. However, she had another task to complete at the Deli.

"Inquire about a job at the Deli as well!" Her mother called out to the girl before she left the house that day. It was either Felicity grew some balls and asked herself or her mother doubted her daughter's ability and asked about it ahead of schedule. Either way Felicity was dreading the trip into the Deli. She postponed it until the last minute.

"Hey beautiful!" A voice called out from the back as Felicity made her way into the store. She instantly recognised his voice as cheerful tone. "I'll be right with you!" One thing Felicity didn't appreciate about the Deli was the obnoxious bell that welcomed her presence every time she entered the store. Every time it rang Gil's voice accompanied it.

The sound of boxes falling over from the back announced Gil's entrance into the front of the store. He was unfazed by the boxes that crept out of the back and into the view of the front.

Felicity shook her head with a smile as she watched Gil almost fall over said boxes but he quickly recovered and pretended nothing happened. That was the only reason Felicity appreciated coming to the Deli: the laughter that came from accidental (Or purpose) accidents Gil always seemed to create.

"What can I help the lovely lady with today?" He questioned, tapping his hands upon the counter top, "Another pick up for Blanchet?" Gil's eyes moved to behind him to scan the shelf of pre-packaged deliveries.

"It's almost as if it's a weekly thing." Felicity joked, her eyes scanned the shelf as well from the other side of the counter. She was surprised that Gil remembered her last name. It took weeks for him to get the girl's first name right at the start of the summer.

"So..." Gil dragged out as he struggled to find the bag, "How's the summer?" He asked finally spotting the bag with a "there we go" accompanying his achievement.

"Boring," Felicity responded, "Especially when you're stuck at home all summer." The girl rolled her eyes at the thought of having every summer like the boring one she'd just had. She couldn't help but glance out of the window to see the common faces that overcrowded the Rydell High's cheer team having fun with their boyfriends beside them with his jacket over her shoulders. It made Felicity feel sick that they had lives like that whilst Felicity was stuck at home with a shitty one.

"Well if it makes you feel any better my summer wasn't that great either." Gil explained, placing the bag onto the counter before grabbing an empty one to place beside it. He quickly moved to a different shelf to receive a different thing for Felicity's mother. "Spent all summer working and not with my friends."

"The poor t-birds," She joked as Gil returned in front of her. He jokingly through a piece of tissue at the girl before proceeding with packing Felicity's order.

"Keep us out of ya mouth." He joked with a smile, pointing at Felicity as he wiped his hands on a cloth. "We don't need people like you ruining our reputation."

"What reputation?" Felicity joked again a smile slowly crept onto the girl's face as she scanned the contents of the first bag. It was filled with the usual vegetables: onions, carrots and celery. Not the greatest choices Josephine could have made.

"Right," Gil began, continuing with the joking tone as he began to finish packing Felicity's bag. "How about I show you how much of a reputation the T-Birds have tonight at the drive in?" He asked.

"This a joke?" Felicity questioned. Out of all the people to ask her to go to the drive in, it had to be a t-bird. "No joke." Gil lifted his hands up in defence with a smile on his face. "Genuine question."

"That's new." Felicity smiled at the thought of going to the movies with Gil, "You guys can barely fit in the car without me coming in." She explained, politely denying Gil's request as he slid another bag towards the girl. She didn't want to be a bother.

"It's a real watch tonight," Gil explained, "i'm sure we can shove potato and Richie into the trunk." He smiled before placing two more bags onto the counter.

"The t-birds never come to the movies to just watch." Felicity added, her eyes scanned the bags as she thought of the best way to carry the bags back to her dad's car.

"Maybe this will be an exception." Gil smirked as Felicity pulled some money out of her skirt pocket. "$7." He told her the bill.

The girl nodded before carefully counting the money she pulled out of her pocket. One five dollar bill and two dollar coins. Felicity placed them onto the counter and grabbed two bags. She stuffed one into the crook of her elbow, securing the second one in her left hand and against her chest before attempting to grab the second one.

Gil reached the bag first. "How far you gotta go?" He quickly placed both bags out of Felicity's reach.

"My dad's car is at the end of the block," Felicity explained, reaching for the bags Gil took.

"I'll walk you." he smirked, moving to place the bags onto a shelf behind him before walking to the back a bit. "Betty!" Gil yelled.

"I can walk alone it's fine." Felicity protested but Gil didn't listen.

"Betty!" He yelled again, his voice echoed through the Deli.

A small set of footsteps soon came hurrying down the hall. Arguing soon accompanying the footsteps. "What!" A young girl yelled as she entered the front.

"Tend to the front for five." Gil told Betty. He quickly grabbed the bags and move to the customer side of the counter beside Felicity.

"Why can't you do it? It's your shift?" She argued, moving into Felicity's view.

"I've covered you before, give me this one." Gil subtly begged, stepping in front of Felicity to look at the girl.

"Fine," Bettty reluctantly agrees, glaring at her older brother as he turned towards the door with Felicity. "Have fun with the sleep-talker!" She yelled to Felicity.

"Sleep talker?" Felicity questioned through a small laugh, turning to Gil as they began walking down the street.

"I went through a phase!" Gil defended himself. But Felicity wasn't convinced and still found the idea funny. "I ain't afraid of hitting a women." He joked.

"Oh wow, great defence tactic." Felicity informed him sarcastically. "Violence."

"Shut up." Gil smiled, accidentally bumping into Felicity. Gil didn't wait for Felicity to become stable on her two feet again before walking down the street without the girl. He only turned back to smirk.

"Wow!" Felicity laughed, quickly making her way back to the man. "So childish." She joked.

"Well, that's Betty for ya," Gil twisted the comment onto his sister rather than him.

Felicity bumped into Gil playfully before asking, "Is she your sister?" Gil didn't stumble as much as Felicity did when Gil bumped into her.

"Unfortunately," Gil sighed, "Real pain in the deli. Four of them in total."

Felicity inhaled through her teeth at the idea of having four younger siblings all of the other gender. "That must suck. But I get the pain of siblings. My brother's on 24/7." Felicity agreed, remembering the numerous times her own brother annoyed her.

"Older or younger?" Gil questioned, becoming more curious on learning more about Felicity.

"Twin actually." Felicity shrugged, knowing not many people were fond of the idea of twins. They were copies of each other to most. "Complete opposites though."

"How come?" Gil questioned, looking at the girl with intrest.

"He's a socs. I'm in band. Nothing more opposite then that." Felicity explained, adjusting her hold on the bags as she spoke.

"You're in band?" Gil asked before adding a joke, "I didn't know they allowed anyone in without two left feet.

"Thanks?" Felicity accepted the comment as a compliment whilst not exactly knowing how to take it. "The no social life is a down side.

"Better then being a thespian," Gil added and Felicity nodded.

"Better than a T-Bird." Felicity joked, gaining a small push from Gil in return.

"Don't go dissing our name again," he smirked. His eyes followed Felicity as she skipped ahead to an old car, placing two bags onto the hood as she reached it.

"I wouldn't dare." The girl smiled, "Watch the bags, i'll be two seconds." Felicity stated, backing into the building the car was parked outside of. Gil simply just nodded and turned to inspect the car.

Felicity cautiously entered the laundromat to find her dad talking to the manager. "Hello Mr Sloane," Felicity greeted, interrupting their conversation. "Apologises for the interruption but can I have the keys?" She quickly asked her father, holding her hand for the car keys.

Mr Blanchet's eyes moved past Felicity to Gil by the car with the grocery bags before moving back to his daughter. "We were in the middle of a conversation. He explained before switching the topic completely, as he placed the keys into his daughter's hand. "Get that no-good off of my car."

"Got it," Felicity nodded, quickly leaving after she getting the keys. The girl smiled as she walked out of the building an towards the car, "I've been told to get you off of the car." Felicity called out, causing Gil to lean against the car even more.

"Y'know you never gave me an answer," Gil explained, passing the grocery bags to Felicity to put into the car.

"To what question?" She smirked, knowing that Gil wasn't going to drop the topic of taking her to the movies.

"Six O'clock good enough for you?"

"I can do six." Felicity nodded, "Just don't anything T-birdy outside my house." She explained, "You don't want to see where that ends."

#writing #story #fanfic #hdsc-ace #writeblr #am writing #storytelling #oc #writerblr #fanfiction #Grease rise of the pink ladies #pink ladies #rise of the pinks #save rise of the pinks #saveourpinks #grease #saverotpl #rotpl #tbirds

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Ok, I’m obsessed with all of these HCs of people hitting on Cherie in Paris but now I NEED a HC of the Happy Couple™️ visiting their new Parisian home and running into those old acquaintances…

Anthony would explode at the innuendos and Cherie might finally understand what they’re asking after having been 😏enlightened😏 by Anthony 😂😂😂

Omg wait this is such a good idea! 😂 Let’s have that HC! ❤

So Anthony would totally understand the implication instantly😏 Probably after they ran into an old acquaintance and small introductions, Cherie would be like,

“It’s been so long!”

“It really has been! And marriage seems to suit you very well, you two make a gorgeous couple.”

“Thank you Madame Blanchet.”

“Ma belle, now that you’re married I suppose you’re more…educated on entertainment. Me and my husband are throwing a very exclusive party this weekend, and you’re both more than welcome to join. I’m fairly Lord Bridgerton here would be the most popular man in the party and as for you, it’s not fair to the rest of the world if your husband is the only one who enjoys your beauty now, is it?”

“Oh we—”

“We will pass, Madame Blanchet.”

“Will we?”

“Yes we will.”

“Thank you for the invitation though Madame Blanchet!”

“Of course my dear. I will see you two around then, congratulations again!”

“Unbelievable.”

“Hm? What happened? Why do you look so tense?”

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Did you say no because you don’t know anyone here? I could introduce you mon amour, I know everyone here!”

“No, I said no because I know what sort of a party that is.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll give you a clue. I’ve enjoyed your beauty last night and this morning before we went outside.”

“…What?!”

“There you go.”

“No! That’s not—Anthony, it’s a party, there would be people there!”

“Exactly.”

“You mean all of those people…?”

“Yeah, all participating.”

“Oh my God. Oh my God wait, does that mean all those parties she invited me while I was here— I think I need to sit down for a moment.”

#enamored hc

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femalecelebrityoftheday · 2 years

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My Most Posted Celebrities

I've been on tumblr for ten years now. It's a long time! I've posted a lot of female celebrities in that long time, so let's have a look back at who I've posted most often. Please remember that I only post people when I have new images of them, so there are some girls who I like a lot but haven't been able to post as often as I would have liked to. And some haven't been on the list for as many years as others. But if I've posted someone like thirty times or whatever it's fair to say they're one of my favourites! So here it is, the big list of everyone I've posted five times or more. (I left Elliot Page on because I posted him a lot back in the day and didn't want to pretend otherwise.)

96 times: Elle Fanning

89 times: Hailee Steinfeld

87 times: Emma Roberts

82 times: Chloe Grace Moretz

75 times: Michelle Trachtenberg

69 times: Natalie Portman

66 times: Kiernan Shipka

65 times: Anna Kendrick

61 times: Zendaya

56 times: Gillian Jacobs, Sophie Turner

51 times: Anne Hathaway

50 times: Kristen Stewart

48 times: Hayley Atwell

47 times: Karen Gillan

44 times: Emma Stone

43 times: Scarlett Johansson

41 times: Alison Brie

40 times: Olivia Wilde

39 times: Maisie Williams

38 times: Gemma Arterton

37 times: Kat Dennings

35 times: Amanda Seyfried, Emily Ratajkowski

34 times: Bailee Madison, Mary Elizabeth Winstead

33 times: Kate Beckinsale

32 times: Abigail Breslin, Chloe Bennet, Kristen Bell

31 times: Elizabeth Olsen, Natalie Dormer

30 times: Felicity Jones

29 times: Anya Taylor-Joy, Taylor Swift

28 times: Brie Larson

27 times: Jenna Coleman, Jessica Chastain, Kirsten Dunst

26 times: Elizabeth Henstridge, Tessa Thompson

24 times: Dakota Fanning, Emilia Clarke

23 times: Dakota Blue Richards, Dove Cameron, Elliot Page, Jennifer Lawrence, Kaitlyn Dever

22 times: Charlize Theron

21 times: Amy Adams, Avril Lavigne, Lauren Tsai, Ming-Na Wen, Peyton Roi List

20 times: Margot Robbie, Nathalie Emmanuel, Pom Klementieff

18 times: Billie Eilish, Charli XCX, Sadie Sink

17 times: Ariel Winter, Aubrey Plaza, Candice Patton

16 times: Camren Bicondova, Evan Rachel Wood

15 times: Ana de Armas, Imogen Poots, Laura Harrier, Lily Collins, Sophie Tweed-Simmons

14 times: Emmy Rossum, Gal Gadot, Janina Gavankar, Jessica Henwick, Keira Knightley

13 times: Adelaide Kane, Diane Guerrero, Emily Kinney, Freema Agyeman, Magda Apanowicz, Olivia Munn, Rose Leslie

12 times: Deborah Ann Woll, Fan Bingbing, Isla Fisher, Samara Weaving, Sarah Silverman

11 times: Angourie Rice, Barbara Palvin, Eva Green, Florence Pugh, Millie Bobby Brown, Rachel McAdams, Rosario Dawson, Zazie Beetz

10 times: Cobie Smulders, Daisy Ridley, Genevieve Buechner, Jameela Jamil, Joey King, Krysten Ritter, Laura Prepon, Liv Tyler, Willa Holland

9 times: Anna Chlumsky, Maya Hawke, Rose McIver, Zoe Saldana

8 times: Danielle Panabaker, Hannah Murray, Ivana Baquero, Jessica Lucas, Kate Mara, Katelyn Nacon, Katherine McNamara, Larsen Thompson, Laura Vandervoort, Lauren Cohan, Olivia Rodrigo, Tatiana Maslany

7 times: Alicia Vikander, Amy Acker, Billie Lourd, Elizabeth Gillies, Gemma Chan, Hannah John-Kamen, Katie McGrath, Lupita Nyong'o, Mackenzie Foy, Marion Cotillard, Milana Vayntrub, Phoebe Tonkin, Rebecca Hall, Taissa Farmiga, Tiya Sircar

6 times: Brianna Hildebrand, Camila Mendes, Elisabeth Moss, Emily Browning, Evangeline Lilly, Isabelle Fuhrman, Jessica Biel, Kathryn Newton, Leven Rambin, Natalia Dyer, Rihanna, Saoirse Ronan, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Sydney Sweeney, Zoey Deutch

5 times: Alexandra Daddario, Aly Michalka, Amber Midthunder, Cara Delevingne, Cate Blanchet, Jaimie Alexander, Jamie Hayter, Jessica Parker Kennedy, Kate Upton, Lili Reinhart, Lily-Rose Depp, Lizzy Caplan, Sophie Thatcher, Thomasin McKenzie

Maybe I should have just done "ten or more times" since "five or more" isn't as impressive after ten years, but hey it's all interesting stuff!

Congratulations to ELLE FANNING and thanks to my friend @whoiwanttoday for creating the spreadsheet I still use for this!

#Elle Fanning #female celebrity

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unsymptotally · 2 years

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In a skinny guy in suit kick, apparently. My Mr Kite OC. I’ve drawn him a lot if you dig through my art tag but he’s a principle player in my fanfiction, Une raison d’être au courant, which is currently being revised chapter-by-chapter (tedious I know) on the AO3 page linked below.

“Bea Porter-Blanchet, after two years of mindless copywriting in the attic of the Hamlyn "O" Courant, is finally promoted to the downstairs City desk in late 1959 where she'll work alongside (the tall) Arthur Hastings, (the inquisitive) Gemma Olsen, (the irritating) Danny Defoe, (the dull) Clive Hamilton, and (the dour) Mary Ann Evans and Currer Bell. While she juggles her new workplace friendships (and not-so-friendships) she must distract from an increasingly pressing issue that'll require coming to terms with past regrets.”

#my art #we happy few #whf #whf fanart #we happy few fanart #we happy few OC #OC #canon-compliant

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oregontennis · 1 year

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Oregon 4A/3A/2A/1A District 1 All-District Tennis Teams

GIRLS FIRST TEAM Ryan Lomber, Valley Catholic Ella Li, OES Sydney Liao, Scappoose Sami Shivakumar, Valley Catholic Sophia Dube/Marin Roseman, OES Lily Wand/Amanda Perez, Catlin Gabel Ava Do/Kaleia Tashima, OES Jiya Mehta/Eliana Yoken, Catlin Gabel

SECOND TEAM Thalia Lazarus, Blanchet Catholic Ann Crosby, Catlin Gabel Adeline Chanti, Riverdale Lottie Malkmus, Catlin Gabel Theo Janke/Ayla Clark, St. Helens Ria Kamineni/Cici Ji, OES Elsa McDermott/Colette Hyde, Catlin Gabel Andreea Dan/Catherine Rocha, Valley Catholic

BOYS

FIRST TEAM Ethan Tieu, OES Sameer Shenoy, OES Aston Selly, Catlin Gabel Maxwell Tsai, OES Lucas Olander/Richard Li, OES Ben Rosenfeld/Lucas Holliday, Catlin Gabel Kaz Malhortra/Nathan Chen, Catlin Gabel Rand Freres/Theo Freres, OES

SECOND TEAM Goran Pope, Riverdale Joseph Russell, Westside Christian Declund King, Catlin Gabel Shotaro Norville, Riverdale Ishaan Bhardwaj/Mason Do, OES Lucas Day/Ronan Dolan, Valley Catholic Luciene Dao/Stewart Young, OES Mir Smolin/Harrison Bell, Catlin Gabel

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Il y a 100 ans Les Annales de Lyre mai-juin 1923

Mai-Juin 1923 - des Annales de Lyre No. 194.

REVUE DE MOIS

Du 16 Avril au 15 Juin 1923

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FRANCE

8-13 mai.- Très belles fêtes de Jeanne d’Arc à Orléans, Paris, Rouen, dans toutes les grandes villes. Les catholiques de la région n’ont pas manqué de s’y unir.

4 mai. – Le général Weygand, nommé en remplacement du général Gouraud, part pour la Syrie.

27. – L’heure d’été rétablie du 27 mai au 1er dimanche d’octobre.

ETRANGER

ANGLETERRE. – 20 mai. M. Baldwin succède à M. Bonar-Law.

ALLEMAGNE. – 15 mai. Fin de la grève de mineurs de la Sarre. Grève communiste de la Rhur, 2 millions de grévistes. Ils obtiennent une augmentation de salaires. Le mark est tellement déprécié. Il en faut 4.400 pour faire un franc. – 3 mai. Le chancelier Cuno propose 30 milliards d’or, moyennant moratoire et autres conditions inacceptables. – 7. Refusé. – 7 juin. Nouvelles propositions aussi inacceptables.

TURQUIE. – 24 avril. 15 juin. La Conférence reprise à Lausanne. Les Turcs plus exigeants : Ils sentent qu’on ne leur résiste qu’en paroles.

BULGARIE. – 9 juin. Révolution militaire.

CHRONIQUE OUVRIÈRE

Fermeture de l’usine de Trisay. – C’est une mesure grave qui vient d’être prise par M. B., de l’Aigle, de fermer leur fabrique de clous de Trisay. On en donne plusieurs explications, par exemple que la concentration de leur matériel à Saint-Sulpice-sur-Risle leur économiserait de grandes dépenses. En réalité, on se perd en conjectures.

Ce qui paraît certain, c’est que l’usine, à laquelle la famille Bohin a apporté des améliorations considérables, ne manquera pas d’acquéreur. On ne voudra laisser inutiles ni d’aussi vastes constructions ni une chute d’au si puissante.

Les Annales de Lyre ont rapporté, en avril 1907, les origines de l’établissement de Trisay. Un habitant de la « Jeune Lyre », et qui y possédait une forge, l’avait aumônée à l’Abbaye de Lyre. En 1120, le roi d’Angleterre confirmait cette donation. En 1488, cette forge fut transférée à la Vieille-Lyre près de l’enclos de l’Abbaye, et plus tard, en 1655, où elle est actuellement par le Sieur de Mesnil, Harou, alors Maître de Forge.

En attendant que la Ruche de Trisay soit réinstallée, les ouvriers, une quarantaine, qui y ont travaillé le 9 juin pour la dernière fois, ont trouvé place la plupart à Chagny, à Auvergny, à l’établissement Blanchet frères, à la scierie de Lyre, près de la gare, ou à celle que dirige M. Adet, à l’intersection des routes de Breteuil et de Rugles, en face de Chagny, et où se débite, depuis un an, la partie de la forêt de Breteuil qui appartenait autrefois à la famille Baraguey.

Mais plusieurs sont dans l’impossibilité de s’éloigner de Trisay. Pour tous, c’est un gros ennui d’aller travailler au loin ou de prendre un autre genre de travail. Espérons que l’épreuve ne sera pas de longue durée.

Mai-Juin 1923 - des Annales de Lyre No. 194.

MARCHÉS

Lyre. – Le 18 juin. – Beurre, la livre à 4 fr. 50. – Œufs, 4 fr. 25 la douzaine.

Taxe du pain : 1 fr. 15 le kilo.

Etat de la plaine. – Les foins surabondent : il a tant plu. Les mares débordaient. On en était à se demander, dans la plaine, si l’on ne reporterait pas à la Risle les pipes d’eau qu’on lui a empruntées, il y a deux ans. Les avoines sont « venantes ». Des blés ont « rouillé », d’autres sont morts noyés. Mais, beaucoup « s’annoncent bien ». – Nous aurons une « année de pommes ». Les vieux disaient : bonne année de pommes, mauvaise année de blé. On verra si le dicton est exact.

Lyre. – La Fête-Dieu a été célébré avec piété dans les paroisses de Lyre. L’assistance était nombreuse, -pour le pays, en tout cas plus considérable que les années précédentes. Douze reposoirs artistement et abondamment fleuris. Celui du cimetière, à la Neuve-Lyre, était particulièrement émotionnant. Etabli comme dans une tranchée, tout près de la sépulture de nos morts de guerre, il semblait les réunir à ceux qui les pleurent, dans la bénédiction du « Dieu des vivants ». A la Vieille-Lyre, le deuxième dimanche, a été repris l’usage du Reposoir du Calvaire, sur la route de la Barre, un site unique. …

Vieille-Lyre. – Trépané pendant la guerre, E. L… rêve quelquefois tout éveillé. Que lui disaient, l’autre jour, les obus de 155, qui encadrent le monument ?... Rêvait-il qu’il avait à les transporter ? Mais, comme ils sont scellés solidement, il eut grande peine à les arracher. Il y était encore – et en nage – quand les gendarmes interrompirent sa besogne.

Trisay. – Lanterne à acétylène marque Birma, 35 fr., volée à D. C…., tandis qu’il était au bal chez Mme D. Une autre fois, il se souviendra de Diogène, qui ne quittait pas la lanterne … même le jour.

Neuve-Lyre. – La vieille grange qui vient d’être abattue à Tivoli est celle où furent dites des messes nocturnes, pendant la Terreur, et des Sacrements administrés. Les fidèles s’y rendaient en faisant le tour par Chagny ou ils étaient rentrés chez eux avant le jour.

Le Fidelaire. – Ramona. Le 20 mai au soir, s’arrêtait sur la Place de la Gare une voiture de ramoneur. Celui-ci avait ramoné la Neuve-Lyre de haut en bas et pour se ramoner la gorge, où il était entré pas mal de suie, il se l’était gratté sérieusement au trois-six. Descendu de voiture, il détela son cheval, tout en le ramonant de coups. Des employés de la Ligne, puis le chef de gare l’ayant interpellé il menaça de les ramoner à leur tour avec son fusil. Les gendarmes furent avertis. Il lui dressèrent contravention et le ramenèrent à la Neuve-Lyre. (Ne lisez pas ramonèrent.)

MAISON JEANNE D’ARC

Séance de T. S. F. du 13 mai 1923

Donnons d’abord les programmes :

1re Séance, 2 heures. – Radiola. (Longueur d’onde : 1.780 mètres). – 1. Marche héroïque (Dubois). – 2. Extase de Jeanne d’Arc (G. Duprey), par Mlle. G. Coye. – 3. Jeanne d’Arc (A. de Musset), par Mlle. P. Pax, du théâtre Sarah Bernahrdt. – 4. Dieu de miséricorde (Gounod), violoncelle. – 5. Jeanne d’Arc dans sa prison (Galinaud), par Mlle. G. Coye. – 6. Fragments de la Jeanne d’Arc de Benjamin Godard a) Carillon ; b) Angelus. Violon solo par M. Godard ; c) Marche Lorraine ; d) Marche du Sacre.

2e Séance. – 6h 20. – Tour Eiffel (longueur d’onde 2.000 mètres). – 1. Jeanne d’Arc (Jean Suberville). – 2. La Mission de Jeanne d’Arc (G. Hanotaux). – 3. Moisson d’épées (François Coppée), par M. Reyval, de la Comédie Française. 4. Jardins sous la pluie (Debussy), Mlle. O. Reyval, pianiste. 5. Allegro (Pugnani). – 6. Hymne à Jeanne d’Arc, par M. Bozza, violoniste, 1er prix au Conservatoire de Rome. – 7. Patrie air du Rysoir (Paladihle). – 8. Ceux qui sont morts pour la Patrie (Victor Hugo, mus. De Warmy), par M. Jysor, de la Gaîté Lyrique.

Le programme de la Séance de 8 heures et demie n’était pas moins attrayant avec sa musique de Verdi, de Widor, - surtout son allocution de Maurice Barrès sur la Fête de Jeanne d’Arc. Malheureusement, un fil s’étant rompu dans l’appareil récepteur, celui-ci ne fonctionnait plus que très faiblement : il eût fallu pour chaque auditeur un tube acoustique. La séance ne put pas avoir lieu.

Quant à celles de 2 heures et de 6 heures, elles furent vraiment réussies. Elles nous ont permis de constater le progrès réalisé par la sans fil depuis la séance de Chagny. – Les appareils étaient toujours ceux de M. Amelot, de Verneuil, mais perfectionnés ; c’est lui qui les mettait au point. L’antenne avait été installé rapidement au-dessus de la Maison Jeanne d’Arc … Elle était moins longue qu’à Chagny, et moins haute : car, il fallait éviter le voisinage de la ligne d’électricité qui passait au-dessus. – L’audition n’en a pas moins été remarquable.

Ce n’est pas qu’on n’entendit encore quelques cris de courlis, mais plus de cra… cra… d’orfraie et beaucoup moins de tac… tac… d’appareil Morse. Les bruits parasites sont en voie de disparaître.

Dans les chœurs, même dans les solos de concerts, on ne distingue pas les paroles … Il n’est pas surprenant qu’on ne les entende pas davantage au téléphone. Ce qui importe, c’est que l’on distingue bien le parlé. D’après les séance du 13 mai – et bien que nous n’ayons pas eu les puissants amplificateurs des villes – nous pouvons dire que la transmission fil du langage est maintenant presque parfaite…

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