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Adriana Lima for Vibe US march 2001.
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You’ll pay as dearly as those fall guys hun believe that
Believe that
Rebecca anaecah Cooper said that
Anarchy your sad ass Kelsie
Anaecah …
It’s only important to the liars I guess
Ashley and other rotten souls had jokes
She’s not in Hollywood yet shocker
Ashley, I know that you get regular Botox but please don’t go to Hollywood to be honest with you. I thought of this and I thought of everything that you guys have done to be funny I would not want to see you on a screen to be honest with you.
On any screen, I don’t go out of my way to see you on screen, Ashley
Since you need to see me so much on screen, it seems that I am the one who needs charity. What tribe I belong to is none of your WT business Ashley. You will never belong with those people who buy and sell white trash like yourself
Keep pushing me and see if Halle Berry doesn’t pop a cap in your ass. I’m done with you you stupid whore.
Love matters more than you
Love
I already know exactly what you were up to and yes that’s why you’re here. I don’t need to be here though. I’m not a dumb bitch like you.
I can see why those women lost friends and got on a hit list
Honey, you should be worried. You’re fucking others lovers
Panty liners are funny to Ashley
Jew sex with Zoe
Ashley, don’t you have children to raise or whatever
You really should focus more on that before I call Zoe and have her call somebody who will sleep with your husband to piss you off
Maybe I was the only decent person around who cared because as far as I could tell, you were always trying to steal from me thinking that I don’t know that kind of thing you will lose in the end, you may even lose your tongue
But the important thing is that now you understand that there are many other beautiful woman, and you’re not the only fucking bitch who is guilty of stealing from me
Yeah prolly him too.
How pathetic
We wanted better men smarter
Well not Ashley and Ashley but they’re insincere twats
So the Botox Ashleys were enough for y’all to cheat. Okay then. Don’t call then boring after fucking them
Notice how the other girls get choppy bad work in comparison?
All seriousness and ego aside. Yes, I do believe that I am I came into this worldmore aesthetically pleasing than that piece of trash and I say that because I already know that she and Samantha thought they would be really funny because they have never loved another man they have never loved anyone.
I’m sorry that that bothers you, but I’m not really that sorry Ashley. Why don’t you fight with Megan Fox because Megan Fox won’t even give you the time of day and she will give me the time of day.
Awe thank Brian and Megan for making Ashley look like trash
Enough of that horse shit and anyway about that Britney Spears garbage what about my fucking chin motherfucker so anyway, you were telling me how you failed at trying to create the next popstar on my dime
#lenny kravitz#zoe kravitz#Jew sex#Ashley pedigos hatred for Jews and Roman Catholics#christina aguilera#poor dudes awe#Brian harmych Md#choppy work for the goddess#huh what kinda goddess#Botox#taking love seriously and being actually beautiful#being metaphorically pretty also#beautiful black features matter#don’t they?#Mark my words all you want you will never be me
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Today We Honor Phyllis Hyman
Phyllis Linda Hyman was an American singer-songwriter and actress, born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania July 6, 1949. She was best known for her singles from the late 1970s through the early 1990s including: You Know How to Love Me, Living All Alone, and Don’t Wanna Change the World.
She performed on a national tour with the group, New Direction. Later she joined All the People while working with another group, The Hondo Beat. She made her acting debut in 1974 in the film Lenny. Hyman also led a group called Phyllis Hyman and the P/H Factor.
Hyman’s debut solo album named Phyllis Hyman was released in 1977 on Buddah Records. When Arista Records bought Buddah Records, she transferred to the new label and released four albums: Somewhere in My Lifetime (1979), You Know How to Love Me (1979), Can’t We Fall in Love Again? (1981), and Goddess of Love (1983).
She also performed on Broadway in the musical, Sophisticated Ladies, the tribute play for Duke Ellington. For that work, she received a Tony Award, nominated for Best Supporting Actress in a Musical, and won a Theatre World Award for Best Newcomer.
In 1983 Hyman recorded the song “Never Say Never Again” for the James Bond movie of the same name which starred Sean Connery but the song she recorded couldn’t be used for the movie soundtrack due to legal reasons. In 1986 Hyman released the album, Living All Alone, on the Philadelphia International label. She also appeared in the movies, Too Scared to Scream (1985), Spike Lee’s School Daze (1988), and The Kill Reflex (1989).
In 1991 Phyllis Hyman released the album, The Prime of My Life, on Philadelphia International, which was the biggest album of her career. It included her first number-one R&B hit as well her first Billboard Top 100 hit, Don’t Wanna Change the World. The album, her last released while she was alive, was certified gold by 1992.
Phyllis Hyman… One of the Greatest Artists of our Lifetime.
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#carter magazine#carter#historyandhiphop365#wherehistoryandhiphopmeet#history#cartermagazine#today in history#staywoke#blackhistory#blackhistorymonth
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Vegan/Vegetarian shopping list:
Pre Made salad bags (it’s a lot cheaper to just buy bagged salad and add to it, then buying a bunch of ingredients that will go bad if not used)
Make a list of fruits and vegetables that you like and get them (some times if you get the funky shaped ones you get a few cents off, even if you don’t that stops the funky shaped produce from being tossed)
Nut butters (most almond and peanut butters are vegan, jelly and Jams aren’t because they’re made with gelatin)
Bread, check the ingredients because a lot of breads are accidentally vegan/vegetarian ( Vegetarian/Vegan (link) Sandwiches will be your best friend)
Pasta (like bread a lot of pasta is accidentally vegan, CHECK THE INGREDIENTS)
Rice and beans are some of the cheapest things to buy, buy them dry and you can have them for a while in your pantry
Google vegan ramen, (if you’re like me and love spicy ramen then you’ll be happy to know Samyang 2x spicy hot chicken flavor Ramen in the red pack is VEGAN they use artificial chicken flavor rather then animal products. Vegan Kimchi regular and spicy is a lot easier to find then you may think just look for ones without fish sauce and shrimp)
Tofu (tofu is very versatile and it’s great source of vegan/vegetarian protein made from soy, it takes flavor beautifully and it’s relatively cheap firm/extra firm is best)
Cheese (there are so many vegan cheese options, for grated parmigiana follow your heart has both grated and shredded, Violife has a block. Violife has the best shredded substitutes, and singles. Daiya is a little weird in my opinion however they’re cheddar dairy free Mac and cheese is amazing (you just gotta use different pasta then it comes with)
Meat substitutes ( We’ve come a long way with decent vegan meat substitutes, beyond meat makes a whole variety of plant based meat substitutes that are very tasty especially if you’re still craving that meaty texture. Impossible meat substitutes also has amazing plant based meat substitutes, Impossible also has vegan chicken nuggets that tastes like McDonald’s and even have dino shaped ones. Light life has everything from vegan sausage crumbles to Bacon, the vegan bacon and hot dogs are amazing)
Eggs (just egg and simply egg are planted based substitutes for eggs, they’re liquid like an egg beater but can be used in place of eggs from a scramble to a baking ingredient)
Dairy (Vegan milk/coffee creamer you got options coconut, almond, soy, oat, pea protein. Pick what you like best. Personally California farms Oat milk in original and California farms oat vanilla creamer are my favorites. I’ll throw cream cheese and Yogurt in here as well Kite Hill regular and Strawberry cream cheese are my favorite, Kite Hill blue berry, and Strawberry vegan yogurt are my favorite. MIYOKO’S vegan butter)
Snacks (Lenny and Larry’s plant based chocolate chip cookies, Spudsy sweet potato puffs they have a million different flavors I like the hot fries. Vegan rob’s dragon puffs these are the vegan equivalent to hot Cheeto puffs but without the red dye 40. Vegan rob’s also has cheese puffs)
Sauces (Anne’s goddess dressing is very tangy, Diaya blue cheese and Caesar dressings are amazing, can be thick though, they also have ranch but I got a vegan homemade ranch recipe. Hot sauce, Franks, Cholula, Tabasco, and Tapatío are vegan. Ketchup& mustard are vegan. Hellmans and follow your heart have vegan mayonnaise,Sir Kingston’s and Follow your heart also have chipotle Mayo. Follow your heart also has vegan sour cream)
Seasonings (seasons you should have in your cabinet click here, the dollar tree sells all these for a dollar and most grocery stores sell adobo)
#HTFDICTIBASVV#vegan#vegetarian#plant based#vegan recipes#vegetarian recipes#low cost cooking#recipes#witchtok#baby witch#pagan witch#witchblr#witchcraft#witch#witch community#witches#witchythings#cottage witch
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“More revered than actually listened to, model / actress / Warhol superstar Nico (née Christa Paffgen) began her musical career as the hidden razor blade in the Velvet Underground’s Halloween apple. Her icy beauty and bloodless Teutonic “singing” cut through the group’s cacophony with a soporific poignancy on 1967’s The Velvet Underground and Nico, where she was simply billed as “chanteuse.” It’s as apt a description as any for her sibilant, enunciatory mono-drone – and her enduring appeal. Nico left the group amicably; half the songs on Chelsea Girl, her ’67 solo debut, were written by Velvets Lou Reed, John Cale and Sterling Morrison. The other half include covers of Dylan’s “I’ll Keep It with Mine” and Tim Hardin’s “Eulogy to Lenny Bruce” and three songs written by her then-teenage accompanist (and roommate) Jackson Browne. In a merger of folk and neoclassical traditions, the LP’s artfully arranged guitars, strings and wind instruments provide both the rhythm (in lieu of bass and drums) and the melody. Nico’s bummed-but-not-unbowed vocals transform songs about small uncertainties and faint hopes into lush melancholia, the inspiration for many a rainy-day miserabilist. The title track, a seemingly blasé accounting of Chelsea Hotel residents who appear in Warhol’s film epic Chelsea Girls, is an exquisitely dreary time capsule, capturing the dark cloud inside Andy’s silver-lined Factory.”
/ David A Keeps in March 1995 issue of Details magazine /
56 years ago this month (October 1967), the late, great heroin-ravaged, wraith-cheekboned German diva, Velvet Underground chanteuse, actress, fashion model, Warhol Superstar, Moon Goddess and “Marlene Dietrich of Punk” Nico released her debut solo album Chelsea Girl. This sublimely gloomy glass-half-empty urban folk music makes for ideal autumnal listening. Is there any higher praise than "exquisitely dreary"?
#nico#chelsea girl#velvet underground and nico#warhol superstar#heroin ravaged chanteuse#wraith cheekbones#moon goddess#lobotomy room#marlene dietrich of punk#christa paffgen#gloomy
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SpongeBob SquarePants Shipping Chart (FEEL FREE TO USE)
MAJOR UPDATE (10/14/2023): Added More Characters from the Musical
For the record, I've decided to create my own official blank shipping chart of one of my Fandoms for the very first time (since there isn't much SB Shipping Charts all over online so I created my own).
I've created Two Versions in case for Half of the Fandom's POV on the Two King Neptune characters (rather if you believe they are the same Character or Not).
Here are the Two Links for Full Versions in case to use for the Better Quality.
In case if you are confused of what each of the Ship Terms for what each of the Color represents...
❤️ = OTP (A Ship that You Love so Much and it is your own Main Favorite One out of all of the Other Ships)
🧡 = Platonic (A Ship that you prefer to be more than just Personal Friends rather than a Couple)
💖 = Crack (A Kind of Ship that is meant to be either Bizarre or Funny as in a Joke)
🩷= Love (A Ship that you also Adore but not that much of a Main Favorite)
💛= Like (A Ship that you do Enjoy but rather in a More "Causal" way to say the least)
💚= Neutral (A Ship that you have Mixed Feelings or Indifferent with)
🩵= Ok (A Ship that you're completely Fine with, but don't have any strong feelings towards it)
💜= Meh (A Ship that you just don't completely care nor pay any attention to)
💙= Dislike (A Ship that you just don't agree with or just not a personal fan of, if you don't have any too much Hate of it)
💙= Hate (A Ship that you just CAN'T STAND no matter how much that you despise)
🖤= Crash and Burn (A NOTOP that you Hate so much and is your own Main DEPISE One out of all the Other Ships)
Bonus Option:
💗= Ship with OC (A Character that you personally prefer to ship with Any of Your Own Persona/Mutuals' OC)
💚= Ship in Crossover (An X-Over Ship that you prefer to ship with Any Canon Character in the Franchise with a Different Character from Another Media)
🟤= Stay Single (A Character that you don't have enough ships and would just leave the Character to be Single without being shipped with anyone)
Characters in the Chart:
(Main Show)
SpongeBob SquarePants
Patrick Star
Gary The Snail
Sheldon J. Plankton
Squidward Tentacles
Sandy Cheeks
Mr. Krabs
Pearl Krabs
Karen
Mrs. Puff
Mermaid Man
Barnacle Boy
Larry The Lobster
The Flying Dutchman
Man Ray
Dirty Bubble
King Neptune
Queen Amphitrite
Prince Triton
Squidabeth
Barry Blobfish
Nosferatu
Slappy Laszlo
Slippy
Squidina Star
Chip Plankton
Tony
Squilliam Fancyson
Squilvia
Patchy The Pirate
Spot
Snellie
Kenny The Cat
Perch Perkins
Bubble Bass
Old Man Jenkins
Kevin C. Cucumber
Flats The Flounder
Lady Upturn
Stanley SquarePants
Sam Star
Flapjack SquarePants
Bubble Buddy
Rube Goldfish
Gale Doppler
Plankrab
Charlton Hawkfish
Boat Salesman Shark
Hieronymus Glove
Karen 2.0.
Nurse Bazooka
Lord Poltergeist
DoodleBob
Don Grouper
Sticky Fins Whiting
Dorsal Dan
Dylan
Fred
Tom
Archie
Harry
Francis
John
Nancy Suzy Fish
Nazz Mimi
Tina Fran
Henry Bart
Franco
Sheila
Vera Fishbowl
Medley Fishbowl
Evelyn
Mevis
Buddy
Perry
Horace
Sheldon
Halbert
Jennifer Millie
Charlie
Frank The Goldfish
Jimmy Gus
Phil
Molly
Clay
Don The Whale
Harold (Red Fish)
Gus
Martin/Wobbles
Scooter
Lou
Harold "Bill" Reginald
Nat
Shubie
Dave
Sadie
Abigail Marge
Patty Rechid
Norma Rechid
Nathiel
Martha Smith
Thaddeus
Billy Lime
Harv
Frank (Lifeguard Guy)
Lloyd-Rich
Cara
Paco
Sylvester
Mabel
Old Man Walker
Lonnie
Mary
Sandals
Dennis
Miss Shell
Norma Edna
Debbie
Frank
Pilar
Frankie Billy
Dale
Lenny
Mable-Monica
Purple Doctorfish
Norton
Richard
(Movies)
-1st Movie, "The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie"
Princess Mindy
Dennis
- 2nd Movie, "Sponge Out of Water"
Burger Beard
-3rd Movie, "Sponge On The Run"
King Poseidon
Queen Salacia (For those who don't know, in Roman Legends, Salacia was the Goddess of the Sea as well as the Actual Wife of Neptune (her Counterpart was Amphitrite, a Greek Goddess who was Poseidon's Wife). However, considering that the Franchise has secretly done an Alternate "Wife Swap" idea between the Consorts of the Greek/Roman Sea Gods, Salacia did appear in a Cameo of the Third Movie, regarding if it could be truly her or not. There was also a Semi-Design of Her through Concept Arts behind the Third Movie that I did found through ArtStation by 3D Developer (Michael Defeo). For those who are curious to know about the concept design behind King Poseidon's Wife in SB, here's the link that you can click on.)
Sage
Otto
Chancellor
Tiffany Haddock
(Spin-Offs)
-Kamp Koral
Narlene Narwhal
Nobby Narwhal
Kidferatu
Preda Tory
Roxy
Jimmy Blobfish
-The Patrick Star Show
Ouchie
(Musical)
Mrs. Mayor
Merlina Mermaid
Entity Punkfish
Goldfish
Fred Blutang
Bubbles
Bitsey
The Eletric Skates
(Other Media)
- Games
Prawn ("Battle for Bikini Bottom")
Madame Kassandra ("The Cosmic Shake")
- Books
Princess Neptuna ("SpongeBob and the Princess")
Feel free to use if you like to use any version you want, either if you'd want to credit me or link my own charts in the descriptions/texts.
#indie text#spongebob squarepants#shipping chart#ship chart#ship chart blank#shipping meme#shipping meme blank#the patrick star show#kamp koral#sponge on the run#sponge out of water#the spongebob squarepants movie#the cosmic shake#spongebob squarepants musical
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A little something I wrote long ago but decided to revisit and edit today. There will be a second part but I don't think I will continue to write story any time soon (little busy with Jamie and Luke's novel :P)
Previously, a runaway science experiment offers her services to a gang in the city in order to be smuggled out of the country. Little do her allies know she is being hunted by the best army on the continent (The Hits). They use her powers to pull off a daring heist, but that places a target on their backs, so now they, too, are on the run, currently taking shelter on a deserted, supposedly haunted island off the coast of their city.
James
"Boss, boss, boss!"
James looked up from the multitude of papers covering the desk he’d commandeered as his own. Lenny had barged into his make-shift office looking paler than a ghost. Maybe he had seen a ghost- again. If that was the case, James had no time to entertain such fairy tales, not when their lives were at stake.
He grumbled, "What now Lenny?"
Lenny was breathless. "It's Luna— they've taken her! The Hits have got her."
“What.” James stood so fast a teacup that had been perched precariously on a stack of files fell to the floor with a crash. He payed it no attention. “Explain,” he said, gritting his teeth, “Right. Now.”
Lenny still struggled to catch his breath, and now he raked a shaky hand through his hair, a tell of his nerves. “W-well, we were on watch— me and Rai— i-in the trees next to their camp. And- and she was doing her rounds, too, when they came out of nowhere— I wanted to go help her, I swear, but then the Hits would’ve known we've been spying on 'em, you know? And- so me and Rai watched them take her to the docks-"
James had heard enough. "I can't believe this.”
He stormed out of the room. Lenny called after him, “James! James, wait!”
James did not stop. Not even when Lenny caught up with him and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. James simply shook him off, “Get Ezra, get Cap, and get me a boat so I can get off this fucking island!”
Lenny’s voice was pleading, “James, you can't go marching into their camp like- like this!”
James turned to him, the well he kept his anger in threatening to overflow. “Then what do you want me to do? Leave Luna there to die?”
He didn’t mean to shout, but Lenny flinched anyways. His voice was low. “Look James, I don't want her to stay there either, but we need a plan. Isn't that what you are always telling me? That a good plan is the key to success?”
James looked down at his second in command, his first second in command, right into those big blue eyes that had tricked him into believing in their false innocence long ago. Lenny was right, unfortunately, and it annoyed him to have his own words reflected back onto him.
He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Alright. I need a plan.”
“We need a plan.”
James waved a hand, “Yes, yes.” He merely agreed for the sake of it, he had no intention of asking any of the others for help. He could do it on his own. James ignored the worried look in Lenny’s eyes and walked off, already weighing the toll of the heist he would have to pull off to get his girl back.
...
After sacrificing the last of his luck to the Goddess of Fate, James is successfully able to infiltrate the camp and get Luna back, not without first learning the values of cooperation and teamwork (he could not, in fact, do this on his own). However, there’s a problem. The Hits had given Luna some sort of experimental drug that knocked her into a coma, and it seemed she was not waking up any time soon. Ezra, the gang’s resident poison specialist and sorry excuse for a medial professional examines the girl and the toll the drug has done on her body. They were too late. Luna had, at best, three days to live.
...
James
The whole world was falling apart. Shapes that should have been in focus now blurred around him as his vision swam. The ocean was too far away, but James could swear he heard the crash of waves in his head as his heart beat a furious crescendo in his body. He should have felt sad, heartbroken, even, but all he saw was red.
Anger had been a familiar taste on his tongue ever since he was an invisible boy in a seaside town where those that did stop to hear his words usually only laughed. He’d gotten good, over the years, of keeping it in check, of building that well inside him brick by brick just to keep his anger from spilling out.
But now that well had cracked and crumbled, been bombed away by a horror worse than supernatural— something man-made. Naked anger had crawled out of that deep well he’s made just to laugh at his measly attempt to keep his true nature at bay.
Without walls, there was nothing stopping it now. And there was only one person responsible.
“You.” James’s glare singled out a singular body in the crowd. The small little seedling he had allowed to take root in his gang now threatened to overshadow them all. It didn’t take long for all conversations to die around him, and it took Cee much less to realize what he was about to say.
He watched her shrink away from him, as if he was the predator and she was prey. He did not relish in the fear in her eyes. It made him feel worse. The more innocent she acted, the more the hatred in his gut pointed at himself, and that made him angry. Angry enough to move mountains, angry enough to command the tide.
“That's it. You’re done.”
“W-what?” Her voice was so small. James hated her for making him feel bad. She was the weapon of mass destruction. She was the they were on the run from the Hits. It’s her fault Luna is— Luna is—
“Dead. You’re dead to me,” he pointed a finger at her chest with each word, “Get. Out.”
“James-” Sarj warned, crossing the room just to get in between them.
“No.” James turned to him. “I’m the leader here. I say who stays and who goes. She’s been enough of a problem as it is, and now I want nothing to do with her.”
Ezra spoke up, “James, she’s just a girl. Are you really throwing a child into the streets?”
James was sent fuming at her tone. “Just a girl! Are you kidding me? She is a super weapon ready to explode! All of our misfortunes have been her fault!”
Silence rang through the crowd. But in the silence, a small voice chirped, “I’m staying.”
James turned back in disbelief to see Cee standing with her chest puffed out in defiance. “You need me with Luna-”
“Don’t say her name!” It took three men to hold him back from lunging at the child. James didn’t even realize he’d moved. He was more so surprised at the snarl in his voice. He felt like a monster. But he couldn’t stop.
“You are the reason she got in this mess in the first place! If you hadn’t brought the strange soldiers to us, we would never be in this situation! We wouldn’t have to be squatting in a ditch on the run for harboring you! I am sick and tired of other people telling me how to run my gang because of you! You are the reason Luna is going to-”
He couldn’t finish the sentence, his shouts about to turn into tears. He refocused on that raging fury, anything, to stop thinking about the girl dying in the other room.
James looked right into Cee’s eyes and continued. “I want you out. Out of my sight, out of my gang, out of my life! And if you ever think of showing your face in my city again, I will turn you in myself.” He spit out the last words as if they were poison. He stood there for a moment, transfixed in the way he was reflected in Cee’s blank, glassy eyes. He was red in the face and yelling with wide eyes, sheer insanity burning in them.
At last, he turned and faced the rest of his gang. “As for the rest of you,” he huffed, “back to work! The Hits won’t stop looking for their lost lab reject and I’m not going back to that camp to save any of your sorry asses if you get captured.”
No one moved. No one spoke, either, until Ezra faced him, pleading, “James, you’re being unreasonable. You can’t just throw a girl out onto the streets when her life is in danger. Please- what would Luna think?”
James ignored the sting of her words. “If you,” he made a show of turning around to face every other person in the group, “or anyone else disagrees with me, then I think it’s time you found another gang willing to take in your sorry reject of a soul.”
With that, and his jaw set in determination, James walked out of the manor, right into the pouring rain.
…
The storm raged on around him with the intense passion of a desperate lover. It reminded him, bitter sweetly, of his home, and the storms they used to get coming down from the North. That rain was always cold, threatening to freeze your bones in place if you so much step outside to get to the outhouse, and all through the night the only sound was the churning ocean below as it tore apart docks and boats and anything else in it’s way.
This was not that type of storm, but Jamie felt like it was, regardless.
Thunder rumbled somewhere close by as he found his way down to the beach, past steep cliffs and scraggly bushes that would sooner shred him to bits than offer a cushion to land on. Only when he reached the pebbly bottom, though, did he feel his resolve crumble.
The beach was just like the one back home.
James screamed. His voice was the thunder, every crashing wave, every lightning strike. He did not find peace letting his voice go hoarse, instead he felt all his emotions rise up in a catastrophic wave, threatening to drown him.
His situation was bad. Although he’d done what was best for the future of the gang, he knew it was wrong. A few members on the fringe would leave after his harsh words. Sarj, his only muscle, would go. He’d grown too close to Cee over the past few months to let her go alone. Jaque and Rai had enough money to buy themselves out, if they so chose to. Lenny was too far in debt to run, now, so he had no choice to stay. Neither did Ezra, since she wouldn’t leave Luna for the world.
Luna. What would Luna think of what he’s done? It was her idea to help Cee, would she be angry with him for not seeing it through? Cee had done her part of the bargain in getting them through the heist, and now he wasn’t keeping his. By letting her go, he was shunning their contract in the first place. A betrayal like that demanded divine punishment, but James ignored the warning signs.
His mind ached for Luna. He craved her calming presence, her graceful air, he craved her. Luna, as gentle and beautiful as moonlight itself.
“Jamie?” He stirred from his thoughts. That was Luna’s voice, no one called him Jamie— no one dared— besides her. It was his Luna— had Ezra managed to heal her? Had she woken up, stirred by his panicking thoughts?
“Luna?” He turned, frantically looking around at the cliff side, but she was not there. Instead, she was already on the beach, ankle deep in the incoming tide.
She looked like she did before, skin smooth and gleaming as if shining from underneath, and hair a soft silvery cloud being whipped around by the wind.
She looked at him like she always did, as if he was a red-hot steel bar that she just couldn’t let go.
“Luna!” Once he realized she was not an illusion created by his own mind, he ran to her. He picked her up in his arms and spun her around. She was much lighter than he remembered, and surprisingly cold, and wet. She had been outside in this storm too long, he needed to get her back inside before she caught a cold.
“Jamie,” she breathed, still in his arms.
“I missed you so much” he said, choking on tears. Sadness threatened to spill out of him almost as eagerly as his anger had before. He held it back, if only for Luna’s sake.
“H-how are you back? Did Ezra heal you?”
“Jamie.” Luna looked at him with sulky eyes. The tide was up to his knees now, it was really coming in fast.
“Luna?” He said only her name, but it was phrased as a question. “Are you alright? You’re creeping me out.”
Her motionless stare, her body, too shimmery to be real, and her scent. Salt and brine. The ocean, something one couldn’t smell like unless they spent all their hours close to fishing docks and seaweed filled water. Something was wrong, and it was not just the fact that the water was now up to his thighs, climbing to his waist, and threatening to pull him under. Just like the creature in front of him.
No sooner had what he thought was Luna’s strong support turned into the deadly vise of something not human, that he knew it was too late— all he could do was catch a breath before he was pulled under.
…
Calloused, worn hands rocked him back and forth. Somewhere outside the safety of these warm arms breathed the ocean, a gentle rumble in the background, nothing more.
Still, the dark clouds on the horizon filled the house with tension, and Jamie wished he could ease his grandmother’s worries.
Neither of them talked as they sat on the rocking chair, the older woman boring a hole into the window and the younger boy burying his face in the clean scent of her clothes.
Finally, James had the guts to ask, “Why are you scared?”
It took his grandmother a moment to answer.
“When I was a girl, I wanted to go swimming on the eve of a storm.”
The sun began it’s descent as she continued, “It was around midday, but the docks were deserted. I remember setting down my towel, a blue one with stripes, and sitting down on the old boards, just plunging my feet in, feeling the seaweed drift around my ankles, and then feeling something else.
Hair. Underwater. It felt soft, but thick, similar to the seaweed, but the darkest blue I’ve ever seen. So close to black, that I thought it was one of my own kin coming to spook me, but no, it was something different.”
A little girl, not much older than me, peeked her head out of the water. Her skin was the blue of a breathless baby, and she smelled like death. But she smiled when she saw me, a smile full of pointy teeth.”
“Were you scared?” James interrupted. He knew about the sea-folk. Everyone in town did. He’d heard the warnings, he understood when not to go near the water, and he knew to turn around when he heard his name called by the ocean, no matter what lovely voice sang it.
Don’t trust the sea-folk, they said. They’d sooner drain you dry then love ya, that’s for sure.
His grandmother stopped rocking. “I wasn’t as scared as I should have been. I was foolish— and curious. I didn’t believe the stories, but there one was right in front of me. I guess I was luckily, because she was young, too. She didn’t try to grab me, only smiled, as if it, too, was her first time seeing someone different from her. Finally, she asked if I still wanted to go for a swim with her. I managed to shake my head and, with a disappointed shrug, she sank back under. Poor me sat frozen on those docks until the first droplets of rain began pouring, in which I quickly picked up my things and ran back home.”
“Don’t fill his head with garbage.” His uncle walked into the room, cradling a bottle. “The sea-folk don’t ask for permission ‘fore they drag you under. It’s just bam! And then you’re good as gone.”
His grandmother shot the man an irritated look. “Don’t interrupt me, I wasn’t finished. You see James, although I was sparred by the Goddess of Luck that day, others did not share the same fate. After the storm, we found three bodies, pale and shrunken, washed up by the tide. Three claw marks around their heart told their fate— and one of the marks were smaller than the rest, as if made by tiny hands. I reckon it was my sea-girl’s first kill. You never know when you’re luck is going to run out, James.” She lowered her voice, “So, remember, it is best to never bargain with the myryads in the first place.”
…
The water was dark, filled with debris and swirling bubbles. The thing that held James in its claws and would not let go had dissipated it’s illusion. No longer did it pretend to be Luna, instead what emerged from the bubbles was a gangly monster, vaguely feminine with drippy hair like dark seaweed and saggy skin covered in shiny scales. This creature, he knew, was a story. A fairy tale, nothing more than Lenny’s ghost. But it was right here in front of him, and it was begging him to say it’s name: a myryad.
Although the salt water stung his eyes, he refused to let them close, favoring to face death head on. Even as he furiously struggled, the sea-girl’s grip did not falter. When she had pulled him far enough under, it turned it’s head to him. Her eyes were huge, dark pits in its milky-blue face. When it opened it’s mouth, it was not Luna’s lovely voice that came out, but a high-pitched scream, a cry, a siren call to it’s friends. More were on their way.
He felt frozen, paralyzed, both by the stories he grew up with and the very real, very dangerous, fairy tale creature in front of him. Her claws ran over his skin, stopping at his mouth. He shut it tighter, clenching his teeth, as she tried to wedge it open.
James did not waste time assessing the situation. He’d been in worse situations before, but he still panicked, struggling harder than before. Claws tore into clothes, then skin, as if it was paper. Although he couldn’t see very well, he knew the water filled with his blood, getting just the coppery taste on his lips. The myryad sniffed and looked him in the eyes. Hungry.
James knew he was running dangerously low on air, and he frantically tried to remember any stories of sailors escaping capture from the sea-folk, but his mind turned up blank. The only thing he could do was fight, the revolver in his belt useless, but the small dagger in his sleeve still plenty useful in creating a gap between him and the sea-girl.
However, quicker than the lightning above, she was back on him with a cry, even as he slashed at her scales, scoring through flesh. She squeezed his wrist, and a bolt of pain shot through him, enough to make him drop the knife, foolishly. Defenseless, she gained the opportunity to strike, sinking two sharp teeth into his neck.
James cried out instinctively, before he remembered that he was underwater, and managed to swallow a mouthful of ocean. His head swam and the sea-girl began sucking him dry. It was so painful, James felt his body go numb. In a last ditch attempt to get himself free, he lashed out and managed to poke the creature in it’s big, glassy eyes.
It caused her to go reeling back, shrieking. James took that opportunity to start paddling to the surface, but he was too slow. The myryad recovered fast, and latched onto his leg. James kicked wildly, and, somehow, her grip slipped. Her claws tried to latch on, but they ripped through his legs like butter. James grit his teeth at the pain, and put all his remaining energy into kicking to the surface. The sea-girl was shrieking, and somewhere close by other shrieks responded.
Panic raced through James’s gut, but it was overwhelmed by the need for air. His head pounded, his heart beat faster than it ever had, and black spots swam in his vision, enough that he thought he was a lost cause, that this was it, he would sink to the bottom and die, feasted on by the myryads, but, miraculously, he breached the surface.
Gasp. He took a greedy breath of air before resuming his frantic paddle to the shore. When he finally pulled himself onto the sand, he definitely cried. Relief, pain, frustration, it overwhelmed him. He was so thankful to be back on solid land he didn’t even mind the pouring rain above.
James laid on the beach for what seemed like eternity, just breathing like he had never breathed fresh air before. He had really thought he wouldn’t make it. He had never even said his goodbyes. Fortunately, his luck had not run out yet. Before the adrenaline ran out, he staggered up and started for the manor. There was a pool of blood, slowly sinking into the sand, where he used to lay. His injuries stung in the rain, and he knew he needed immediate medical attention, lest he wanted them to get infected. He remembered his grandmother’s warning, his luck could run out at any time, so he hurried as fast as he could as far away from that beach as possible.
#nevada writes#oc writing#no story tag for this yet?? i don't think it will be a series#again will post part two sometime soon#although I won't actively work on this I will talk about it so ask any questions!! i need to ramble about motifs and symbolism AHHHH#fantasy#writing
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“More revered than actually listened to, model / actress / Warhol superstar Nico (née Christa Paffgen) began her musical career as the hidden razor blade in the Velvet Underground’s Halloween apple. Her icy beauty and bloodless Teutonic “singing” cut through the group’s cacophony with a soporific poignancy on 1967’s The Velvet Underground and Nico, where she was simply billed as “chanteuse.” It’s as apt a description as any for her sibilant, enunciatory mono-drone – and her enduring appeal. Nico left the group amicably; half the songs on Chelsea Girl, her ’67 solo debut, were written by Velvets Lou Reed, John Cale and Sterling Morrison. The other half include covers of Dylan’s “I’ll Keep It with Mine” and Tim Hardin’s “Eulogy to Lenny Bruce” and three songs written by her then-teenage accompanist (and roommate) Jackson Brown. In a merger of folk and neoclassical traditions, the LP’s artfully arranged guitars, strings and wind instruments provide both the rhythm (in lieu of bass and drums) and the melody. Nico’s bummed-but-not-unbowed vocals transform songs about small uncertainties and faint hopes into lush melancholia, the inspiration for many a rainy-day miserabilist. The title track, a seemingly blasé accounting of Chelsea Hotel residents who appear in Warhol’s film epic Chelsea Girls, is an exquisitely dreary time capsule, capturing the dark cloud inside Andy’s silver-lined Factory.”
/ David A Keeps in March 1995 issue of Details magazine /
56 years ago this month (October 1967), the late, great heroin-ravaged, wraith-cheekboned German diva, Velvet Underground chanteuse, actress, fashion model, Warhol Superstar, Moon Goddess and “Marlene Dietrich of Punk” Nico released her debut solo album Chelsea Girl. This sublimely gloomy glass-half-empty urban folk music makes for ideal autumnal listening. Is there any higher praise than "exquisitely dreary"?
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At risk of sounding greedy ... any chance of turning the "coffee at the Gaslight" scenes into a trilogy? I gotta know what leftovers are in Midge's fridge lol
He cannot remember the last time he had home-cooked food that he didn't make himself.
Generally, when he's not dope sick, he sticks with lean cuts of chicken and steam vegetables. Maybe some pasta sometimes. He's not much of a snacker, and generally, his work schedule means he eats out more often than he likely should. Deli sandwiches on the go. Chinese after gigs. That kind of thing.
If he thinks really hard, he's pretty sure his grandmother used to cook for him. And after that, there were homecooked meals on the farm, but beyond that, his mother hated cooking and his ex was awful at it.
But Midge, it turns out, really is the domestic goddess she purports to be, because the brisket, though it's been in the fridge for a day, is juicy and flavorful, and melts in your mouth, and the tzimmes is spiced just right; cinnamon and a little ginger. A hint of nutmeg, and tangy from a generous splash of orange juice.
And while he wasn't hungry before (dope sick, y'know), he finds himself ravenous as he scarfs the offerings down in her quiet kitchen.
Midge helps out a little, sitting next to him, eating bits of the brisket and a carrot from the tzimmes here and there.
And it's nice.
It's really, really nice to just sit here with her quietly like this.
But he's bad at silence so
"This is ridiculous," he tells her. "How did you learn to cook like this?"
She shrugs and grins. "Practice. I wanted to bag a husband, after all. I had to learn to feed one."
Lenny chuckles a little and shakes his head as he chews.
Midge gets to her feet and wanders over to the counter where fresh coffee is has just finished brewing and pours them each a cup.
"Thank you for this," he says quietly as she walks back over, setting the cups down.
"Well, you're looking a little like you've been on a hunger strike," she jokes gently. "And they don't serve food at the Gaslight, and even if they did, I'm pretty sure it'd be a health hazard."
"Likely." He glances at her, a little awkwardly. "So. After I've finished stuffing my face...what do we do then?"
Midge smiles a little and reaches out, stroking the hair at his temple. "Sleep."
"Or."
"Nope."
"No?"
"No," she shakes her head. "You look like you haven't slept in days. You need rest, and we need to take this slow."
Lenny nods, considering that. "I guess you're probably right..."
"We haven't spoken in almost three months," Midge points out as she sips her coffee. "And in all honesty, we don't know that much about each others' lives."
"What's there to know?"
"What's your daughter's name?" she asks him, point blank.
He shoves a large forkful of brisket in his mouth, chewing it slowly as he contemplates the pros and cons of getting into this. "Kitty," he says finally. "Well, it's a nickname, but her real name is a little...her mother picked it."
"Kitty's a cute name," Midge smiles.
Lenny nods. "Your kids?"
"Ethan and Esther," she tells him.
He wrinkles his nose. "Two E's?"
"Mhm. If we'd had a third, it would have either been Edith or Eli," Midge informs him.
HIs nose wrinkles harder, making her laugh.
"Hundreds of thousands of names out there, and you stick with E's?"
She shrugs. "That was part of the picture-perfect Upper West Side life. Kids whose names had alliteration, and...the perfect brisket on the dinner table for Shabbat every week, and the husband who comes home from work every evening and taking my measurements every day to make sure I stayed proportionate."
Lenny gazes at her for a long quiet moment. "Sounds awful."
"It was awful," Midge agrees. "And I didn't realize it until he left."
He nods. "My marriage was awful in wildly different ways than yours. My wife was a stripper who decided to keep stripping even after we had Kitty. Which came with wanting to see other people, or invite other people into our bed, and pushing me to see other people, and then there was the drugs...the push for a big show business career." He thinks about all of the things that just spilled from his lips as he considers the piece of sweet potato on his fork. "There's got to be a middle ground, right? Something that's not so rigid but not so chaotic."
She smiles and takes his fork, eating part of the sweet potato before handing it back to him and sipping her coffee. "God, I hope so."
Lenny eats the rest of it and then sits back, blowing out a breath. "I cannot believe I ate so much. I think I might pass out."
"Then you'll sleep good tonight," she tells him, getting up to put everything away.
He gets to his feet to help her, putting tin foil over the dishes and putting them away. He cleans the forks and the coffee cups, and Midge decides at that moment to tuck herself in against his side, cuddling up.
"What's this?" he asks with a chuckle.
"No one ever does the dishes for me," she tells him. "Unless Zelda's here, and we have to pay her."
"Remind me to get up early and iron my pants before she gets here," he grumbles.
Midge laughs softly and leans up to kiss his jaw. "Bed."
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Adriana Lima for Lenny spring summer 2003, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 23/07/02.
#Adriana Lima#lenny#spring summer#2003#fashion show#brazil#runway#rio de janeiro#swim#bikini#goddess#angel#gorgeous#swimwear#2002
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Conduction on Tour(Tentative Title)
This should have been Lenox’s dream job. A big paying job that carried with it a lot of clout that could really help build up her reputation. A massive step up from fighting in underground cage matches and bouncer gigs in order to help provide for her two younger siblings, where she obtained the horrible nickname the Flying Bear.
Lenox Xing-Balam is a cambion, a humanoid who has genealogy with demons of the Ars Goetia. Her lineage, as her last name suggested, was that of Balam. The bear part of the implication, giving her bear ears, or at least orange hairy human ears to match her hair. Cambion have a tendency to be villainized due to having demonic origins. Something Lenox sorely recalls after she mutated during the grazing bang. Due to her lineage and being so young when the mutation occurred, she grew fast and by the time she was a teenager she was the height of some adult men.
The job Lenox has now is guarding the pop star Brittany DeBoin, a starlet who despite being around for less than 3 years was already approaching a level of fame it would have taken her predecessors years to achieve. Her music was described by music critics as the odd whimsy of Kate Bush, the chunky layered production of Arca and the pop sensibilities of Kylie Mignoa. To her fans, she was an eclectic, dynamic performer who had not tried to hide from her being influenced by these artists.
Others saw her as a hodgepodge, with too many ideas and influences muddling her style down. Brittany came from money as well. Not helped that she threw her allegiance behind Cernunos, a god who has had a storied past of sexual deviance.
In other words, she was polarizing.
Not only that, during this trip her two siblings would be staying at a highly regarded and most importantly, highly guarded, boarding school that was all expense paid and had the resources to help her brother Garcia, who has physical disabilities. Helped that she knew one of the seniors at the Academy who would keep an eye on her siblings for her. The cambion could at least guarantee that her siblings would be ok.
Everything should be flawless.
“Lenny!” A high, haughty voice cut through Lenox’s concentration. Not helped by the voice calling her by a nickname she does not like.
“Yes Ms. DeBoin.” Patient and proper. Not unlike a butler that the other voice seemed to think Lenox is.
A tall woman struts up to the woman before her. She is a pale, slim thing with white hair that went to her neck. Wearing jeans and a long sleeve blouse that left her navel exposed, showing her toned stomach. While she was taller than most normal people, Lenox still managed to dwarf her by at least a head’s height. On her face are rectangular sunglasses, meant to provide some kind of mystique. On the backs of her hands were two tattoos of roses. One blue on her right, and a red on her left.
She lowers the sunglasses, so her eyes can be seen by the cambion. Brittany has striking golden eyes with green scales under her eyelids. “Rooms are already set up. You are good to sleep on the sofa. You will have to carry some of my bags down when we leave in two days.”
Lenox furrows her brow. This kind of work is beneath her, guarding the envoy of Cernunnos is already a stressful task. “Why can’t you have the hotel staff bring them down?” Lenox folds her arms and shoots Brittany a look of impatience.
Focusing on her bodyguard’s muscular arms, a smug smile forms. She is sizing her up, thinking of the next way to test her patience. “Some of the staff dropped a few of my bags on the way up here. Some of my fragile things dad bought me.”
Her father, Alfred DeBoin is the pioneering bio-organic surgeon, who has mastered the ability to surgically alter people who were altered after the grazing bang altered their bodies. Being an early follower of the goddess Apolly, the guardian of the god whose body is mined for the material needed, helped immensely. This also put a target on Brittany’s head.
“I will help with 1, maybe 2 bags. Beyond that, the hotel staff will need to help you. I need to make sure I am ready in the chance someone tries to hurt you.”
An expression of realization is plastered on the diva’s face. “Talk about killing my joke. Well, if you want to get out with help with luggage, I guess I will just allow you to resume your duty as my personal magic proof shield.”
Lenox made sure to not dignify that with a response. Remember how she handled her baby sister Lana when she was eight: if you ignore the teasing, it will stop being fun. This proved effective almost immediately, the musician sighed and walks away, losing her source of fun. For now.
#conduction on tour#brittany deboin#plot snippet#Lenox Xing-Balam#(Title subject to change)#(I am rough with naming things)
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when little Ariadne Helen, with tears in her eyes and hiccups, confessed to her mother that she was a girl, Sally, being Sally, the mortal goddess of motherhood and awesome, offered her daughter to pin her hair with a beautiful hairpin.
Then Aria Lenny had short hair, but they were very lush, Sally very cleverly pinned them with a beautiful hairpin, and they began to look longer, and the baby sobbed with happiness when she saw her reflection.
she looked like a real princess with a beautiful hairpin in her hair instead of a crown.
This is how I imagine this hairpin, — https://pin.it/2nV7jAc
Happy Pride month!! Here’s for the Transfem Percy believers! 🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉
#pjo#hoo#toa#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#trials of apollo#percy jackson#transfem percy#mtf positivity#happy pride month#percy headcanon
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One of my transgirl Percy Hadcanons, —when little Ariadne Helen, with tears in her eyes and hiccups, confessed to her mother that she was a girl, Sally, being Sally, the mortal goddess of motherhood and awesome, offered her daughter to pin her hair with a beautiful hairpin.
Then Aria Lenny had short hair, but they were very lush, Sally very cleverly pinned them with a beautiful hairpin, and they began to look longer, and the baby sobbed with happiness when she saw her reflection.
she looked like a real princess with a beautiful hairpin in her hair instead of a crown.
This is how I imagine this hairpin, — https://pin.it/2nV7jAc
Awww
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* blows kiss * for my angel lenny
*cATCHES IT MID-AIR, DOUBLES IT, AND YEETS IT BACK AT YOU AT FULL SPEED & FEROCITY* FOR THE LITERAL GODDESS YOU ARE, AMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#astremourante#;saved#BLOWING MORE KISSES WHILE I'M AT IT TOO#had to come back an add a meme WASN'T AGGRESSIVE ENOUGH#also reminds me of General Nüggét#;answered
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Here is a list of my favorite Jewish celebrities:
- Dave Grohl. I love this man. I would do anything for him
- Jeff Goldblum. A national treasure
- Natalie Portman. Do I have to explain this?
- On a similar note, Harrison Ford
- Buffy herself, Sarah Michelle Gellar
- Lisa Kudrow. The OG manic pixie dream girl (not really but she’s an icon)
- Billy Joel. A New York icon like myself
- Doja Cat. Does this need an explanation?
- Hailee Steinfeld. Kate Bishop my love
- Kat Dennings. An icon. Darcy, Max. Amazing characters
- Andrew Garfield. Who doesn’t love him?
- Zoe Kravitz. She did something to me in the Batman
- Mila Kunis. Jackie!!!
- Adam Lambert. Queen is my favorite band
- Jon Bernthal. I want to marry Frank Castle
- Mayim Bialik. I love every character she has ever played
- Alyson Hannigan. Willow my love, Willow my darling
- Lenny Kravitz. Love his music, in love with his daughter
- Robert Downey Jr. You know, my mom always did want me to marry another Jew
- Jon Favreau. One of my favorite directors ever
- Marlee Matlin. I saw her first as Joey in the West Wing. I love her
- Paul Rudd. He’s on my TV screen as I write this
- Lars Ulrich. Legend has it he has a tiny dick but he’s literally Metallicas drummer
- Carrie fucking Fisher. Oh my god. The goddess herself
- David Lee Roth. I named my first wandering Jew plant after him
- Paul Stanley. I was made for lovin you baby you were made for lovin meeeee
- Richard Schiff. Speaking of the West Wing. My grandmas maiden name is Schiff
- Bob Dylan. He wrote a song about getting stoned and got a Nobel prize for literature. I love him
- Art Garfunkel. The underrated one of the duo. I would give him a hug
- Olivia Newton John. If you don’t know who she is I’m sorry
- Lou Reed. One of my college professors was married to him. He divorced her and I now know why. Ironic because she was really antisemitic. But anyway Lou Reed is amazing
- Paul Simon. Mrs Robinson.
- Leonard Nimoy. Live long and prosper
- Marilyn Monroe. An icon
- Mel Blanc. I tawt I taw a puddy tat
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Alina Valentine Luna
Aliases: Lenny, Lulu, Val, Lin,
5'10
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February 14
Alina is rocking the black bob. She used to have long hair, but she cut it, and now she's just the swishing bob meme personified. She has ear piercings, but she keeps it classy. When she's not in her usual nun attire, she usually wears heavy duty stuff. Big, thick jackets, cargo pants with 25 pockets, turtlenecks, combat boots. Very apocalypse couture. She also has a lot of clips with butterflies on them cuz she thinks they're cute.
Mercedes Senyen
Aliases: Merc, Cece
46
6’0
December 28
Thicc. And I mean THICC. It's like hugging a marshmallow but there's muscles under the fat. Like a thicc weightlifting marshmallow. She has pretty long hair but she keeps it up in a pineapple like this https://images.app.goo.gl/BnKc8cFeMREbudZz8
She has grayhairs and permanent eyebags from stress and raising 2 kids in an apocalypse and she has really rough calluses
Song Senyen
Aliases: Songbird, Tweety,
43
5’9.6
January 17
Bald. Seriously, she is bald. No hair. Mercedes calls her a milk dud. When she was 16 she fell through a glass window and she couldn't get all the tiny pieces and particals of glass out of her hair so she shaved it off but when it grew back she decided that she liked being bald so she shaved it all off and has been a milk dud ever since. She has elf ears that she was born with and she has decorated her ears with every piercing possible, she's also skinny and insanely flexible. 10/10 contortionist, freaks everyone out.
Jean Senyen
Aliases: Lean Jean, Jeanie, Denim, Billie, Billie Jean
38
5’6
June 15
She is physically lean but she does have muscles. (Slim thick?) She keeps her hair in a Mohawk cus she thinks it's cool and she doesn't have the time to take care of her hair. She has a gold canine tooth and a cut on her bottom lip. She has a cyberpunk streetwear aesthetic that was majorly influenced by her favorite rebel leader and is how she got her anarchist ideals today
Ané Senyen
Aliases: Magpie, Maggie
36
5’0
December 6
Ané has a lot of really long locs and she puts so many things in them. Crystals, flowers, beads, rings, cowry shells, regular sea shells, feathers, etc. She lives in tanktops and sweatpants
The only way to tell what the occasion is is her shoes. Bunny slippers? Relaxing time. Barefoot? Sleeping time. Fancy shoes? Going out or celebrating. Running shoes or work shoes? Fighting for her life and trying to survive.
Cairo Ryobi
53
7'10
March 10
Cairo is half black and half Japanese. His ass is old! He has salt and pepper hair, and he's not that wrinkly, but he still has crows feet. He has really long hair and his youngest daughter really likes doing different hairstyles on it. (That's really the ony reason he grew his hair out) he's pretty chubby but can probably pull a human apart like a chicken wing. He's also a plant dad. He has his own massive greenhouse. He also has really long nails
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Alina would get along with Sarabi, just based on the fact that both of them wear turtlenecks.
Mercedes sounds like a MILF and that's all I have to say.
Song being called "milk dud" by Mercedes is wild and I'm here for it. I'm also here for Song being a contortionist.
I need to know the details of how Jean has a gold canine tooth. I feel like that's a story that's so interesting.
I love how Ané personalizes her locs with basically everything and anything. She must look like a goddess.
Cairo is such a silver fox and I love it. He could cure my daddy issues.
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