#Marge's Fantasy
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t h e s i m p s o n s, 1989 - 📺 created by matt groening [life on the fast lane, s1ep9] 'Marge's Fantasy'
#animated sitcom#the simpsons#matt groening#the simpsons season 1#Life on the Fast Lane#marge simpson#Marge's Fantasy
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Loser's Bracket
Marge Simpson vs Sephiroth
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Prompt on Twitter said to draw your lalafell (from ff14) with a tail. I took it 5 steps further.
No idea why I have this small craeture/rodent kick lately, something about it is easier to draw though.
#digital art#art#ghostiart#oswood#graeskar#ff14#lalafell#roegydan#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#insert marge holding potato meme: “I just think it's neat”#Sometimes you just wanna be little craeture in big world
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What else can I even Say????
(people love zerith right????)
#crisis core#final fantasy 7#final fantasy vii#crisis core reunion#zack fair#the simpson memes#final fantasy#cartoon#crossover#final fantasy memes#marge simpson#crisis core final fantasy 7#crisis core final fantasy vii#memes#zackfair#margesimpson
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if Homer Simpson was a fantasy character he’d be called Gnomer Simspon
his catchphrase would be “Gno’h!”
Also Marge would be an elf like in that one WoW ep with the olive oyl body type
#Shitpost#Simpsons#Fantasy#Also Homer would still be shorter than Marge but much shorter#The kids would be Gnome-elves#Skinner would be a halfling but because of his culinary incompetence shown in steamed hams#He’s more like Chilchuck than Bilbo or Mario#Chalmers is also a halfling#Dr. Hibbert is a dwarf healer#And Moe Lenny Carl the Van Houtens Apu’s family Mr burns and Ned Flanders are human#But Maude would be halfling
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Title: Wonder Woman
Rating: PG-13
Director: Lauren Montgomery
Cast: Keri Russell, Nathan Fillion, Alfred Molina, Rosario Dawson, Marg Helgenberger, Oliver Platt, Virginia Madsen, Skye Arens, John DiMaggio, Julianne Grossman, Vicki Lewis, David McCallum, Jason Charles Miller, Rick Overton, Andrea Romano, Tara Strong
Release year: 2009
Genres: science fiction, fantasy, action, adventure
Blurb: On the mystical island of Themyscira, a proud and fierce warrior race of Amazons have raised a daughter of untold beauty, grace, and strength: Princess Diana. When army fighter pilot Steve Trevor crash-lands on the island, the rebellious and headstrong Diana defies Amazonian law by accompanying him back to civilisation.
#wonder woman#pg13#lauren montgomery#keri russell#nathan fillion#alfred molina#rosario dawson#marg helgenberger#2009#science fiction#fantasy#action#adventure
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Marge the Knight 💙⚔💛
Happy Toontober, everyone! Every other day I'll be posting characters from animation as their fantasy selves, so keep ane eye 🧿 out!
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The mysterious red egg he burgled has been restless lately, almost like it’s ready to hatch...
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Taking a break from drawing, but like my sibling is chatting with her friends so I got no one to talk to.
#marge's stuff#I miss posting abt my ocs and random ideas here but eehhhh#maybe#I'm suppose to make a turnaround for school that's supposedly due next week#and she's not really my more fantastical OCs she's more serious and more human#kinda urban horror fantasy ish#but I really like how I named her#yes she's a character based on my experience with anxiety and paranoia#and probably ocd too
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ALWAYS (1996)
Grade: D+
It was so boring. No wonder talks about this Steven Spielberg film. There is not much to take away from it. It's a lame remake. It is the last movie Audrey Hepburn ever did, so that’s interesting.
#Always#1996#D#Drama Films#Remake#Pilot#Flying#Fantasy Films#Comedy Films#Ghost#Richard Dreyfuss#Holly Hunter#John Goodman#Brad Johnson#Keith David#Dale Dye#Marg Helgenberger#Afterlife#Audrey Hepburn
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Why do Birds, Suddenly Appear?
I asked twitter what to draw, they suggested Marge. So here she is!
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There have been times when ive walked somewhere in my town using the dream version of going there (compleat diffrent direction) so now i compleatly rely on mucle memory like for some reason thinking about it gets me more lost
#the one place to walk in town is the cony and also if i ever had to go some where else i have to walk the cony first#but the route from here to the cony direct doesnt exist in my dreams it was destroyed by a big floor years ago so it does exist lol#so i have to walk furthere away and curcle round and this just skips the portion idk why like it skips the wrong bit too#but the point is i never get back before the dream ends. i am eithere here or there tryinbg to get to one or the other and#i never end up there lol once im in the cony area i cannot physcially go home unless through fantasy auntie margs#idk man that whole area has 0 real world basis but ano it like the back of my hand#anyway whatever#me op
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I owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 16)
(Part one) ao3 | Pinboard | playlist
comments/reblogs/follows are appreciated, I’m an attention whore
The girls were in the lawn with Eddie, El sitting next to him while he tried to show her how to play a D-chord on his guitar—not the one he hung on his wall—and Max was sitting on the grass, drawing with a sharpie on the toe of Eddie’s converse. Eddie’s one condition to letting her do it, even though he had suggested that they needed re-decorating, was that it needed to look cool. Max wasn’t all that good at art, and Steve couldn’t see what she was doing all the way from the steps up to the trailer, but he hoped it would turn out okay.
He felt the stairs creak as Wayne sat next to him, a gruff sigh and a hand on his shoulder. “Steve?”
Steve looked over, panic immediately seeping into his chest. Had he done something wrong? “I—I’m sorry, I—“
He was glad Wayne silenced him, squeezing his shoulder gently, because he didn’t even know what he was apologizing for anymore. “S’okay, son. Just wanna talk. M’not mad.”
Steve didn’t believe him, but he sank in on himself, letting Wayne touch him without protest. He looked back over at Eddie, who was laughing, El’s face tucked against his shoulder as she laughed, too, the guitar half falling out of her lap with Eddie’s hand holding it still.
Steve knew he and Eddie wouldn’t last long enough to talk about getting a house…getting married…getting kids…but he was so good with them. Patient with El and just letting Max vandalize his shoes…
He liked to drive, too. It was perfect. Perfect to fit in Steve’s little fantasy he’d been having since he and Nancy started dating, and even now, after they had broken up. Six kids and long road trips on the coast, somewhere far away from Indiana and all of the shit that had happened here.
“Eds said you were at the mall when it fell-in,” Wayne said quietly, his voice more scratchy the softer it got. “Never understood why you kids were there. It was closed, wasn’t it?”
Steve sighed, feeling tears prick at his eyes. His faded-bruises and scars stung at the memory of it all. There were still bruises on him, up his thighs and down his shoulders, but they were from something softer—something nicer.
Eddie liked to bite, Steve had found out. And that was fine, if that’s what Eddie wanted to do.
“How are you holding up?” Wayne whispered.
Steve choked on a sob, shaking his head, opening his mouth to apologize but Wayne cut him off, his hand rubbing at Steve’s shoulder, and right then that was the only thing keeping him from breaking down.
“S’okay. You don’t have to be okay,” Wayne murmured, knocking his knee against Steve’s. “I was goin’ to ask if you were okay with Marge and Sunny coming over for dinner. Maybe Ken if she was up for it.”
Steve didn’t understand. It was Wayne’s house, he shouldn’t get to decide whether or not people came over—and that just made the guilt of bringing the girls there without asking crash down on him again, and Steve sobbed. It was quiet and barely-audible, but Steve felt his cheeks flush anyway. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.”
“You know you don’t have to say yes, right? I won’t be mad, son, promise. If you’re not up for company, they won’t come.” Wayne’s tone was too gentle. Steve didn’t deserve this. He needed to leave—he needed to go somewhere, anywhere.
“No, it’s fine.”
Wayne sighed and then nodded, standing up and ruffling Steve’s hair, gentle enough that it didn’t mess it up too badly.
Steve just wanted them to be happy when he was here. He didn’t want to be disruptive, like he had been this whole fucking time.
He’d take the kids back in a minute and apologize for bringing them over when he got back.
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April 9, 2024: Physical Therapy, Franny Choi
Physical Therapy
Franny Choi
Ask, first, what your smallest
body parts require to sing again:
coconut oil for your hair’s
dry ends, camphor for the
earlobes, rosehip kneaded into
fingertips with fingertips.
Grapeseed will feed most
hungers of the skin. But
if even your bones cry
January, dip your sharpest
knife in a jar of raw honey.
Lather it on your thighs,
making circles, making certain
not to confuse this ache for that
other, the one that keeps
pulling you to the earth, the one
question you still can’t say out loud.
Recite instead the names of trees:
sumac, sweet birch, slippery elm.
Take your palm to the wild place
under your chin and count:
vein, artery, chokecherry,
weeping willow, until your
xacto knife pulse slows, holds. Let
your mouth fill with gold, almonds,
zinneas. Then: soften.
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In an abecedarian poem, each line begins with successive letters of the alphabet.
Also:
+ VI. Wisdom: The Voice of God, Mary Karr
+ Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell, Marty McConnell
+ Heartbeats, Melvin Dixon
More by Franny Choi:
+ Catastrophe Is Next to Godliness
+ The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On
Today in:
2023: Come Quickly, Izumi Shikibu
2022: Heretic That I Am, Tomás Q. Morín
2021: The World Has Need of You, Ellen Bass
2020: Annus Mirabilis, R. A. Villanueva
2019: This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball, Brendan Constantine
2018: Winter Stars, Larry Levis
2017: In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever, Wanda Coleman
2016: The cat’s song, Marge Piercy
2015: The Embrace, Mark Doty
2014: No. 6, Charles Bukowski
2013: A Schoolroom in Haiti, Kenneth Koch
2012: Track 5: Summertime, Jericho Brown
2011: Death, Is All, Ana Božičević
2010: Heaven, William Heyen
2009: April in Maine, May Sarton
2008: Making Love to Myself, James L. White
2007: Publication Date, Franz Wright
2006: Living in the Body, Joyce Sutphen
2005: Aberration (The Hubble Space Telescope before repair), Rebecca Elson
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I'm so sorry for being so annoying but could you write another JPM where the reader's family comes to the hotel and maybe they are very loud and kinda criminals and telling stories of little reader hahahaha
I just love you and trying to keep you busy, darling🥰😊😂
How Soon Is Now?
note: heeeeerrreeee we go i'm writing again. also, how fun is this? lol. thanks for the request, darling!
summary: james finds out his sweet angel isn't so innocent after all.
warnings: talk of violence/murder, that’s really it
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James had always admired my purity.
I was something of an angel in his eyes. The light had finally entered the Hotel Cortez when I arrived.
Maybe it was the softness of my hair. My voice. The dresses I'd wear. The way I smiled. Maybe it came down to moments like the first time I tried his absinthe. The second the licorice-tasting liquid hit my tongue I was putty in his hands. Doe-eyed and complacent.
I liked to play up the pretty, girly aspects of myself to get his attention. I was his perfect little angel.
He was in love with the idea of a corruptable blank canvas.
I begged him to kill me. I did. Once the secret of the hotel was revealed, I suddenly felt a sense of belonging. Like I was meant to spend eternity in that dark, art-deco haven with the man of my dreams.
His transcontinental accent. The way he dressed. His chivalrous nature. He was a spitting image of my wildest fantasies.
He didn't understand my longing for a fate like his, but as his princess, I got what I wanted.
He made it quick and easy. Drugged, to preserve my beauty. I was to be his damsel in distress forever. His pretty princess living up in the tower.
Being dead, but also alive, came with its challenges. One of them being, namely, my family. They were worriers. They couldn't understand why I would up and leave my life to 'work' at some old hotel in LA.
The constant phone calls and messages became too much for me. I needed them to be able to see me in order for them to understand that I was happy where I was. That I was okay.
Obvious challenges came with that notion. James was all too happy to host them, though. Too happy.
He instructed every entity in the place to leave my family alone. He had Miss Evers prepare dinner and the most extravagant table setting she could muster. He even arranged a gold silk dress for me, topped off with a stunning string of heirloom pearls.
Everything was perfect. Until my family showed.
My parents and my three siblings made their way into the hotel rather…ungracefully. I told them to dress nicely. They did what they could, all things considered.
They, at their core, were rowdy, loud, and frankly insane.
The lineup was as follows: My father, Bruce, my mother, Margaret, or Marge, as she liked to be called, my twin older brothers Logan and Wyatt, and my older sister Ginger.
They couldn't make their way to James' suite without incident, of course. No. They had to walk in already arguing about...something. I'm not sure. It took both of my parents, with the assistance of Iris and Liz to get my brothers separated.
Upon stepping into the suite, I immediately heard a ‘it’s REALLY fuckin dark in here!’ from my sister. They really couldn’t find it within themselves to show a shred of decorum in a nice place.
I sat next to James at the dining room table, awaiting my family’s entrance. He sat at the head of the table, smile on his face. He was so excited to meet them. To understand more about his precious girl. He had his hand rested atop mine, eyes trained expectantly on the doorway.
Miss Evers’ figure appeared, then my father’s.
‘There’s my little girl!’ he shouted opening his arms for a hug.
‘Hi, daddy,’ I greeted with a warm smile, getting up from the table to hug him.
‘Wow, sweets, you look great,’ he said, admiring my outfit. Sweets was his nickname for me. My mother and sister filed in next.
‘What’s this, fuckin Halloween?’ my sister scoffed.
‘Nice to see you too, Ginger,’ I smiled. ‘Hi ma,’ I continued. 
‘Y/N!’ she exclaimed, jumping in the air. ‘There’s my little baby!!!’ She rushed over to me, making a point to pinch my cheeks. Logan and Wyatt made their appearance next, still arguing it seemed.
‘No, you dipshit it’s definitely a knife,’ Wyatt huffed.
‘You would use a fucking knife in that situation? Be serious right now,’ Logan replied, throwing his hands up.
‘Hey guys! Over here!’ I waved, reminding them they were arguing loudly in public.
‘Oh hey, Y/N,’ they replied in unison. That weird twin telepathy stuff.
We all took our seats at the table, my mother making sure she was sitting right next to me. She was the one who was most worried about me, after all. It was only fitting that she’d make sure I was okay by being closest to me all night.
James stood from his seat at the head of the table and the whole room turned their attention to him. He tended to have that effect.
‘Hello, Y/L/N family! Welcome to my hotel,’ he began. ‘I’m so happy to finally have you all here. My name is James Patrick March. And you all are?’
‘Marge,’ my mom smiled.
‘Uh, Bruce,’ my dad said, weirded out at the round-robin introduction James had begun.
‘I’m Ginger,’ my sister continued.
‘And they’re Logan and Wyatt,’ I answered for my brothers. They became embroiled in conversation as soon as my mother began speaking just seconds before. Easily distracted.
‘You all make such a beautiful family,’ James declared, sitting back down in his chair.
‘So uh, just to get this straight,’ my dad began, ‘you own this place?’
‘Mm, yes,’ James affirmed, taking a sip of his drink.
‘And you’re, what, to Y/N?’ my father continued to prod.
I couldn’t help but cut in. ‘We’re together, dad. Romantically.’ I knew James wouldn’t be able to put it into terms my family would get.
‘Her?!’ my sister scoffed.
‘Yeah, I can’t lie, I’m shocked,’ my dad laughed. I shot both of them the deadliest look my face could muster, but they continued.
‘She’s a grade-A psycho,’ Ginger said. ‘Y/N how’d you bag a classy guy like this?’ I hung my head in shame. I could have tried to stop them, but once they got going there was no going back.
‘You know, she’s a nice girl but our family is just, a bit unorthodox,’ my mom explained. ‘It’s just shocking to see her live in a place this…nice. And for her to be with someone, like you.’
‘Unorthodox? How’s that?’ James asked, smile still plastered on his face.
‘She started helping us with the, uh, family business, basically as soon as she was born,’ my mom continued. ‘She was a pretty scary kid.’
‘As she grew up she learned more and sort of, haha, became our little hitman. Didn’t you sweets?’ my dad added. I lifted my head and turned it to look at James. His eyes had lit up in a way I hadn’t seen before.
‘Yeah she’s the youngest but she’s the best at roughing people up,’ Ginger said, monotonously. ‘She killed her first at what? 6?’
‘No no, younger than that,’ my mom answered. ‘I think she was 4. It was that Goldberg guy, remember? Screwed dad out of 4 grand.’
‘Ohhhh, right!’ my dad said, laughing slightly. ‘My little killa.’ He looked at me with such pride. He meant it endearingly, but I was so embarrassed. The fact that they’d willingly offer this information without being asked made me sick to my stomach. What would James think of me?
‘This is news to me…’ James purred, taking my chin in his hand. ‘She’s been quite the angel here. I was entirely unaware of her background.’ He smiled warmly at me. His eyes had a fire behind them. Ideas were brewing.
‘Oh yeah James. She was a little Wednesday Addams,’ my mom laughed. I cringed, knowing he wouldn’t understand that reference. ‘Just a scary little girl.’
‘Come on, Y/N,’ Ginger taunted. ‘You should show your new boyfriend your mad murder skills.’
‘Oh yeah, sure. I’ll slice up a guy’s neck. You want it now?’ I asked, obviously sarcastic. The whole thing was getting on my nerves.
‘How soon is now?’ James chimed in. I turned my head suddenly and looked at him. He was deadly serious about the whole affair. He seemed…ecstatic. ‘Something can be arranged. I would love to see this, hidden talent, my dear.’ His eyes flashed with what I can only describe as lust.
‘James,’ I pleaded.
‘There was a guy in the hall that gave us a funny look earlier,’ Wyatt said, breaking his twin bubble with Logan. ‘You could kill him.’
‘Wyatt, I’m not gonna kill just anyone!’ I protested.
‘I’ll see to it that he’s brought here at once!’ James exclaimed, subsequently taking a large swig of his drink. ‘But first, Miss Evers! We’d like to have our meal now! We have business to attend to afterwards!’
My secret was out, and James was about to take full advantage of it.
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Haha! This was fun to write. Hopefully I’m over my horrible writers block now. Requests are back open so send em in!
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hey, would you be up for sharing your older lgbt scifi list? id love to widen my reading!
:D of course!!! from the ones i've read, i'd definitely recommend:
- The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin (1969)
- Babel-17 by Samuel R. Delany (1966)
- Starfarers by Vonda N. McIntyre (1989)
and, more tentatively:
- The Man Who Folded Himself by David Gerrold (1973) (v notable depiction of exploring ur sexuality written by a gay author and def worth the read if you're interested in the history of LGBT rep in scifi. HOWEVER with the caveat that it 1. is essentially about selfcest and 2. follows the most insufferable character ever created)
- Woman on the Edge of Time by Marge Piercy (1976) (while it features a queernormative depiction of the future and one of the earliest uses of neopronouns in fiction, this is first and foremost a very heavy book abt a poor woman of colour who is forcefully institutionalized. i DO wholeheartedly recommend it, you should just go into it emotionally prepared for that)
and the ones i haven't read yet i have compiled on this storygraph list, along w some fantasy :)
#I've also read A Different Light by Elizabeth A. Lynn (1978) - which while gay was... not very good#and i can tell you: if someone tries to recommend you Titan by John Varley do NOT trust them.#...should i make a spreadsheet? i think maybe i should make this into a spreadsheet.#books#ask games
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