Hello :) Please could I get some FC Help? I am looking for female, 35+ , my only preference is that they're brunette. poc preferred.
Kathy Najimy (1957) Lebanese.
Alexandra Billings (1962) African-American, European, Unspecified Indigenous - is trans.
Michelle Yeoh (1962) Malaysian Chinese.
Ming-Na Wen (1963) Macanese / Chinese Malaysian.
Kim Hee Ae (1967) Jeju Korean.
Gina Torres (1969) Afro Cuban.
Chandra Wilson (1969) African-American.
Cherry Pie Picache (1970) Kapampangan Filipino.
Sandra Oh (1971) Korean.
Stefany Mathias (1972) Squamish.
Sherri Saum (1974) African-American / German.
Merle Dandridge (1975) Japanese, Korean / African-American.
Rhona Mitra (1976) Bengali Indian, English / Irish.
Tawny Cypress (1976) African-American, Accawmacke / German, Hungarian - is queer.
Taís Araújo (1978) Brazilian (African, Austrian, Portuguese, possibly other).
Bérénice Marlohe (1979) Chinese, Cambodian / French.
Sharon Chan (1979) Hongkonger.
Noémie Lenoir (1979) Malagasy / Belgian, Corsican.
Maggie Q (1979) Vietnamese / Irish, Polish, French.
Elaine Tan (1979) Malaysian.
Jung Ryeo Won (1981) Korean.
Jana Schmieding (1981) Miniconjou Lakota Sioux and Sicangu Oyate Lakota Sioux.
Atiqah Hasiholan (1982) Yemeni Indonesian / Batak Indonesian.
Ki Eun Se (1983) Korean.
DeWanda Wise (1984) African-American.
Seo Ji Hye (1984) Korean.
Débora Nascimento (1985) Brazilian [Unspecified Indigenous, Black, Italian] - is bisexual.
Nathalie Kelley (1985) Argentinian, Peruvian [Quechua, possibly other].
Meaghan Rath (1986) Ashkenazi Jewish / Goan Indian.
Alba Flores (1986) Romani, Spanish [including Andalusian] - is a lesbian.
Lucy Alves (1986) Brazilian [Black and Unspecified Indigenous] - is bisexual.
May Calamawy (1986) Jordanian, Palestinian / Egyptian.
Antonia Thomas (1986) Afro-Jamaican / English, possibly Welsh.
Anushka Sharma (1988) North Indian (Uttar Pradesh and Garhwali).
+ here's my fc directory with filters!
Please let me know if you want something more specific!
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3,000-Year-Old Statue of Water Goddess Unearthed in Germany
An astonishingly well-preserved 3,000-year-old statue of a magical water goddess has been unearthed by amazed archaeologists in Germany.
The clay figurine was found in a stream where a prehistoric riverside colony had settled between the 8th and 6th centuries BC.
Archaeologists believe the 19-centimeter (7-inch) clay figure had been left in a natural niche in a rock formation as an offering.
Its creators - from the Hallstatt culture in Schweinfurt district, Bavaria - could have worshipped it as a goddess, they say.
Experts believe that it could have been thought to have magical powers.
The remarkable find made earlier this month is said to give new insight into pre-Christian worship.
The clay artifact is now being cleaned and studied at the Bavarian State Office for the Preservation of Monuments.
Archaeologists believe the figure used to be 10 centimeters (4 inches) taller.
Although there are no obvious visual clues as to its gender, the figure is believed to represent a woman.
In a statement obtained by Zenger News, the Bavarian State Office for the Preservation of Monuments said: "A team of archaeologists discovered a clay sculpture several thousand years old during excavations in Bavaria. There are no comparable finds so far.
"It is possible that people worshiped the small statuette as a water deity almost 3,000 years ago.
"At least the place where it was found speaks for its function as a cult object with a strong connection to water.
"Archaeologists discovered the ceramic figure in a prehistoric gully that the settlers of a nearby Hallstatt period settlement between the 8th and 6th centuries BC in what is now Moenchstockheim in Schweinfurt district may have used to draw water."
It added: "It is currently being examined at the Bavarian State Office for the Preservation of Monuments, where it was also gently cleaned and dried using airbrush water technology.
"The finely modeled face of the sculpture is striking: the eye sockets, nose, lips and chin are clearly visible."
The statement went on to quote General Curator Professor Mathias Pfeil, head of the Bavarian State Office for the Preservation of Monuments, who said of the location where the figurine was found: "It is conceivable that people at that time regarded this special scenic location as a sacred place and the small statuette served them as a ritual offering or even ascribed magical powers to it."
The statement continued: "The scheduled excavations took place in advance of construction work for the Moenchstockheim bypass on state road 2275.
"At the site, the team of archaeologists was not only able to recover the small clay figure, but also numerous pieces of broken glass, pottery tools made of bone and a well-preserved, also very unusual clay stamp.
"The fact that the ceramic finds were not rounded off by the water suggests that they were not washed up to where they were found, but were deliberately placed in the former ditch. In addition, lime deposits testify to a former spring in the immediate vicinity.
"The vessel fragments found can be clearly assigned to the Hallstatt period. They date to the 8th to 6th centuries BC. So far, however, there are no comparable finds for the statuette."
The statement then quoted Dr. Stefanie Berg, archaeological monument conservator at the Bavarian State Office for Monument Preservation, who said: "Figures of this type made of clay are known, for example, from the western Black Sea region.
By William McGee.
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Bossa Nova (Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x f!reader) - Two
One | Three
SUMMARY: Kojak was a good fish. He doesn’t speak much, but he was there.
WORD COUNT: 2.6k.
WARNINGS: Talks about medication (nothing but antacids), a person speaking with a fish, a person talking with their Alexa, a brief (almost nothing) mention to alcoholism, another brief mention of violence, bad words, considerable copying mechanisms, mentions of music I have on my playlist, cheating (not from reader or Benny), talks about loneliness, talks about divorce and... talks about gastritis (take care of yourselves).
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just... Trust the process.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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If someone asked if you were sad, you would deny it. Not right away, maybe you'd still pause to pretend the drama made some sense, but in the end you'd end up saying 'no, it's okay, these things happen'.
It would be different, however, if someone asked if you were resentful.
You know, at the end of the day it was really okay for Theodore to want to try new things and put an end to a relationship that was already on the wane; it would be easier not to remember him with contempt. But he took the hard way, which would surely put you in a rut gray zone of personal devaluation and annoyance.
The girl was 21 years old. Twenty one. And it wasn't that you felt ugly or anything, but that opened up a tough wound that made you revert to the old habits of having to look in the mirror every day before leaving the house, living in the inconstancy of uncertainty.
More than that, he did things to her that he used to do for you. Flowers, chocolates, travel, movies, gifts... the best sex of your life. How long he intended to go on like this you didn't know, but his lack of honesty coupled with a singular rejection of his affections for you made you more angry than sad. In the end, Theodore took things from your life, and that wasn't fair.
Maybe that's why when Emma scolded you about what happened with Mathias, you just nodded your head. She must have been surprised. You would never be quiet on that kind of occasion. Okay, okay, he can do whatever he wants. How long would we have that same conversation? We both know what kind of person he is and what kind of person I am.
“Right, right.” You murmured with yourself at the sound of your alarm going off in the bedside table. The first hints of sun rays made you remember that you should have closed the curtains the night before - that alone would wake you up less abruptly, at least.
Still grunting, you crawled out of bed and laid down on the carpet with your forearm covering your eyes.
“Alexa, play Hollaback Girl,” Took her a beat, which you waited patiently for.
“Playing Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani provided by Spotify”.
Your feet moved a little in time to the music, as if your body was reacting little by little to the stimulus. After a few minutes, you were able to get up and go through your morning with babblings of ‘this shit is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S’, in the hope of having a more productive routine.
‘Dinner night’, the pink sticker said on the fridge door when you opened it to consider having a beer first thing in the morning. You looked at the intact Budweiser crate parked at the back of the fridge, then at the eggs, and finally at Kojak, who was particularly standing inside the aquarium.
“Juice.” You grabbed the juice box, gastritis becoming a scarier reality than you thought and making you distance yourself from coffee.
It really was a different routine, you thought as you eyed Kojak unassumingly between sips of the drink. There wasn't anyone complaining about the uselessness of the resident fish next to their television or all the neatly arranged shoes by the door. In some ways, you felt more at peace in your home, alone and enjoying your things in private.
Alone. In private.
With a too-much-old guppy fish that would eventually die anytime.
“Alexa, play Drop It Like It’s Hot.”
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“Clarithromycin plus amoxicillin? What is it?” Lennon grabbed your medicine bottle that was on your desk in the lab.
You glanced at the guy over your shoulder in time to see him frown at the vial, confused by the description of the medicine. How long he stood there to find such a small thing in your mess, you didn't know.
“Aren’t you the CSI guy? I thought you all learned it in college.” Turning to the monitor in front of you, he left a small ‘tsk’ before abandoning the thing again for the sake of walking in your direction.
“You think you’re cute, huh?”
“A cute woman with gastritis.”
“Shout out to the feminism.”
“Eh.” You shrugged, suppressing a smile at the teasing tone of your voice.
Lennon was a good friend. You two usually didn’t make that type of pair who would do everything together, nor share a lot of secrets, but you two met back during your first week at the LASD and things after that were always amicable. If something happened between the two of you during the divorce process, when Theodore had already moved out of your house, it didn't make much difference. He was funny. Attractive. Things can happen.
At least he wasn’t someone you would associate with a bad moment of your life.
“Looks like you’re taking it seriously.” He gestured to the handful of vegan protein bars beside you.
“I haven't had coffee or stale pizza in almost a month, Lennon. Desperate situations call for pretty horrible solutions like taking antacids and eating... that.”
Lennon laughed.
“Seems pretty bad.”
“It is.”
With that, he goes quiet, standing still by your side with his eyes fixed on your work at the computer screen. You left him there for a while to see if he would say or do anything, but when two minutes passed and nothing happened, you took the initiative.
“What brings you here?”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Gina told me about what happened with Walsh.” The mention of the name made your hand stop moving the mouse, and for a moment you hesitated to respond, knowing he would be watching you carefully.
“... Mm.”
“Are you okay?”
“It wasn’t like it was the first time.” You kept staring at the computer nonchalantly.
“Yeah, he's not an easy guy. I'm sure if you did what Magalon did to him, it would stop.”
“What?” Your whole body was already turned to him.
This piqued your curiosity - obviously, how could it not? Not that Benny hid any aversion to the feds, you've even witnessed the taunts he hurled at them in collaborative cases, but it wasn't like Mathias was going to mess with the guy. In fact, it wasn't even like Mathias was going to mess with anyone who wasn't a female.
But then Lennon shrugged with a smile.
“Do you remember that Borracho took a two-week vacation a while ago?”
No.
“Yes. What about it?”
“It was a suspension. As soon as the DEA took over the case, he had a fight with Walsh and ended up punching the guy.”
“WHA-What?”
Listen, you didn't know Benny well, at least not like you knew Nick, for example, but the idea of him losing reserves in favor of punching a man like Mathias was kind of unlikely. He didn't seem all that reactive, at least if he didn't have to.
“Curious that you don't know this, I thought you were O'Brien's favorite.”
“I’m not,” You sounded too defensive for your own good, which made Lennon smirk while watching you slowly go back to work.
“If you say so.” And he stayed there for a while, the subject already forgotten in light of any other small talk he might want to have with you.
Even though you were trying to pay attention, however, your mind would go back to the information about what Benny did to Walsh and it started to make you associate with the way they faced each other at the crime scene. There was an atmosphere that you didn't notice, perhaps, considering how your mind was visibly distracted by the day's hustle.
It wasn’t a matter of importance. Well, it shouldn’t be.
Later that day, when you saw him passing by the corridor, you naturally wondered what could have been the catalyst for a physical fight between the two. What kind of disrespect would make a man like Benny act impulsively?
Lots of questions, of course, and you found the idea ridiculous until you realized that despite everything, you saw in it the reflection of someone who had the courage to do something you never did: punched the problem in the face.
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A person who could punch the problem in the face? Your mother.
She was sitting across from you in the restaurant, talking and repeating herself about how she saw Theodore at Macy's and almost threw her new bedding set at him. Your father, on the other hand, just shook his head no and sipped his wine with a disgruntled smirk on his face. Imagine how displeased she must have been to know it wasn't the sort of thing you or your father would do.
“You need to be more diplomatic.” He said to her with a light tone.
“Diplomatic? With a man who did that to our daughter? That would be a disrespect to my principles!”
“Don't forget about the gastritis.” Your teasing made the man send you a warning glare, to which you just smiled.
“What kind of man makes a woman get gastritis?” She brushed a strand of hair that fell on her eyes before turning to you. “By the way, have you gotten rid of that coffee table his mother gave you?”
“Honey…” Your father intervened with a condescending tone.
“I already told you it can be yours.” You sipped on your water.
“And I already told you I don’t want it. It’s cursed!”
That was the thing with your mother, she wasn’t disrespectful if you asked her not to be. Sometimes she would just get too excited in her own emotions, happy or sad ones, leading everyone to calm her nerves for the sake of her own health. Because of this, you never told openly about how you’re feeling and the news of your divorce just came when Theodore left your house - which made her furious enough to spend time under the effects of chamomile tea.
Maybe that's why when you went to the bathroom and bumped into a raw but recognizable body, you glanced back to make sure neither she or your dad was seeing you. Benny frowned at the start, just to relax his expression after seeing you. He was… Normal. Probably with a better shirt and wearing a good perfume, a little out of character but neutral at your equally ordinary fit; a dress and high heels, more precisely.
“Oh, hey.” He offered with a smile.
“Hi. How are you?”
“Good, good. You?”
“Good. It’s a surprise to see you here… I mean, a coincidence. What’s the chance?” The smile you gave was genuine, even though you were feeling a little shy about bumping into him in the first place.
“They still say that Los Angeles is the second most populous city in the country.”
“Yeah, and I still managed to bump into you. I'm sorry.”
“No, it's okay.”
A brief silence hung in the air, especially since you didn't know whether to excuse yourself to the bathroom altogether or try to bring up some other topic with him. It was uncertain. In a way, you suddenly remembered what Lennon had told you about him and Mathias, and it made you frown for a brief moment.
“Date night?” Benny asked with interest, leaning on the counter beside him.
“Dinner night. I’m here with my parents.”
“Oh.” The spontaneous reaction made you realize that it was kind of weird, as you'd said before you left the house, that wearing a dress with a neckline like that was kind of weird for a dinner with your parents.
“My mom said I should... Show more femininity now that I'm officially single.” God, shut the fuck up already. “She’s not a very good wingman.”
“Get it. But I don’t think she’s been doing bad work, though. You look great.”
It was innocent, you knew it, but he left the words falling from his mouth so easily that the compliment caught you by surprise - enough to not let you answer that right away. Huh. Great. You were pretty sure that wasn't the definition of your clothes when you left the house that night. So you laughed to dismiss the comment, even if showing your embarrassment.
“Thanks… What about you?”
“Huh?” He frowned.
“What are you doing here?”
“Ah. Just needed to grab dinner before going back to the station.”
“Double shift?”
“Triple, I suppose,” He scoffed with a tired giggle. “I'm coming from a stakeout, though about grabbing dinner. Have you ever tried Souvlaki*?”
“Oof, that’s a big treat.”
“Yeah, yeah. This is also the only Greek restaurant that plays Bossa Nova music, so… It seems so.”
“Do you like it?”
“The food?”
“The music.”
“Eventually. Good for having dinner with your parents.” You gave him a big smile at it.
“I agree.”
The attendant showed up shortly after holding the delivery package in his hands, which hinted that it would be your cue.
“I'll be off then, Benny. Have a good night's work.”
“Thanks. Have a good dinner.”
You didn't respond verbally, choosing to nod your head and just leave, unaware of him following your silhouette carefully.
Again, that doubt about the Lennon story came back to his mind, and there was a strange expression on your face as you returned to the table.
“Who was him?” Your mother asked.
“Who?”
“The guy you’re talking to.”
Fuck. You closed your eyes for a second, lowering your head in defeat.
“Is there something you don't see?”
“Red lights.” Your father's provocative tone didn't much disguise the woman's interest, who just slapped his arm and turned to you.
“So?”
“He’s a friend from work.” You said, going back to your almost finished Moussaka* and ready to finish that conversation.
“A friend like Lennon?”
“A friend like a normal one. It doesn't mean anything.”
“I liked him,” She elbowed the man beside her with a grin. “Does he have a name?”
“Like any other person in the world.”
“Don't get defensive with me, girl.”
“Hey, leave her. We don’t need to know everything about it, how many men do you think work with her?” Your father defended you.
“Thank you very much!” You gestured to him with exasperation.
“But I agree that he looks good.”
“Jesus Christ…”
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You left your heels beside the door and let out a sigh as you leaned against the closed door, not daring to turn on a single light. Kojak was still there, hidden in his small Spongebob house, sleeping as a baby and hopefully not dead. You put your hand on the glass for a moment, watched the small jet of water in the left corner, past the little yellow pebbles at the bottom.
“A punch in the face of Mathias Walsh… Can you imagine? Must be a dream.”
And as always, Kojak didn’t answer you for the sake of his sleep and because he was a fish, sure. Still, you waited for a few seconds, touching your forehead on the glass to stop being a fucking weirdo before heading to your room.
The bedroom carpet felt more comfortable when you lay on it that night than it did in the morning. This time, you stared at the white ceiling, and glanced to the side to see some dirt under the bed.
“Alexa, play a Bossa Nova playlist.”
“Playing Bossa Nova playlist provided by Spotify.”
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Glossary
*Souvlaki: a type of fast food common in Greece, which consists of small grilled skewers of small pieces of meat and vegetables. It can be served on a stick alone, to be eaten with your hands, in a sandwich or on a plate.
*Moussaka: is a gastronomic specialty of the Middle East, typical of Greek and Turkish cuisine, among others, being, in the Arabic version, a chickpea stew with eggplant, very common in vegan cuisine.
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