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scintillulae · 11 months
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grrl-operator · 11 months
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Studio Voice Magazine
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1984 // 2023 → Crown Princess Victoria and her little brother Prince Carl Philip celebrating St Lucia Day, a popular tradition in Scandinavia held in honour of the young Christian martyr Lucia. 39 years later, Victoria's children Princess Estelle and Prince Oscar dress up for their own Lucia celebrations.
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shethevampyr-gallery · 4 months
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May as well post my contribution to the jouse fanart competition (good luck to everyone who entered btw)
Notes: This is just shitpost art because I thought this was the funniest thing ever and wanted to join in for the laughs
Time taken: 13 mins
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cressida-jayoungr · 4 months
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Coeli's Picks: White, part 2 / Black and White, part 2
(Multiple movies listed left to right.)
One Dress a Day Challenge
Mirror, Mirror (2012) / Lily Collins as Snow White and Julia Roberts as Queen Clementianna
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Dune (1984) / Francesca Annis as Lady Jessica
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The Muppet Show (s4 e13) / Liza Minelli as Liza O'Shaunessy
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Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (2019) / Michelle Pfeiffer as Queen Ingrith
Hello Dolly (1969) / Barbra Streisand as Dolly Levi
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John Carter (2012) / Lynn Collins as Princess Dejah
"Another wedding outfit!"
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Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979) / Persis Khambatta as Ilia
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Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat (199) / Joan Collins as Mrs. Potiphar
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A Bigger Splash (2015) / Tilda Swinton as Marianne Lane
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The Virgin Queen (1955) / Bette Davis as Queen Elizabeth I
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jazzandpizazz · 1 year
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daily dose of granada holmes: “That— and your toothbrush —are about, I think, all we need!”
december 1, 2022
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 10 months
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Running Wild - Black Demon
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nerds-yearbook · 5 months
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Under its Epic Comics imprint, Marvel launched The Sisterhood of Steel with first issue having a cover date of December, 1984. The first issue introduced the principle characters as Boronwe was accepted into the mercenary group known as The Sisterhood of Steel. The comic was created by Christy Marx with art and coloring by Mike Vosburg. ("The Week of Trials", The Sisterhood of Steel 1#, Marvel/Epic Event)
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papering-the-wall · 1 year
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Happy 20th of DEPPCEMBER! 
(Johnny Depp) (20/31)
(Nightmare on Elm Street) [1984] 
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contac · 2 years
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❄️ December Writing Challenge ❄️
Day 6. Lazy Sunday
Pairing: Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader Words: 887 Warnings: food mention, reader is rich
December Writing Challenge masterlist
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Everyday is a lazy day when you’re married to Maxwell Lord. You can cascade down the marble stairs underneath the diamond chandelier as late in the morning as you desire. You can eat breakfast on the veranda that overlooks the perfectly manicured garden admiring the neat rows of chrysanthemums and roses whilst wearing your satin robe. You have the choice of spending your day choosing paint samples for the new bathroom, watching talk shows on the latest 40” television, or reading a thriller in the library on the third floor. Life is leisure.
But Sundays hit differently. 
It’s the only day of the week that you make your husband promise not to have any plans with anyone but you. The mornings are always bleary eyed after a late night of drinking whiskey and enjoying finger foods, renting the latest movie to mostly ignore whilst you make the most of having Maxwell all to yourself. You feel the weight of Maxwell’s arm slumped across your chest and his snores hit your shoulder where he rests his head. You twist slowly onto your side, careful not to wake him as you card a hand through his blonde hair, pulling at the curls that have started to form at the ends, a hint of his natural style. He wrinkles his nose in his sleep, not quite aware of his surroundings as he mumbles something about contracts needing to be signed and you feel a pang of sadness that even on his day off he has the pressures of his job creeping into his dreams. 
“Maxwell.” Your fingers trace the delicate lines around his eyes, the crinkles hidden by day old stubble, coaxing him into wakefulness now dawn has long gone and the winter sun is streaming through the thin but expensive curtains. He whispers your name, voice croaky and deep and pulls you underneath him, head moving from your shoulder to your chest. 
“Good morning,” you breathe, content in this moment. 
“And what a good morning it is.” This is Maxwell at his most relaxed. Not just half asleep and probably wondering what day it is, but this is Maxwell completely himself. When he’s at home, when it’s just the two of you, he can set aside the outside world and stop pretending to be someone he isn’t for just one day. He’s your husband; kind with his intentions, tender with his touch, smart and witty with his words, a twinkle in his eye that never fails to make you swoon. His heart, usually heavy with worry, is light and filled with love and it shows on his face. You watch as he opens his eyes, catching yours, delivering a smile that would be dazzling if he was fully awake but instead comes across soft and giddy.
Alastair’s small feet can be heard tip toeing across the hall, pausing at the top of the staircase, then running towards your bedroom door. His taps are hesitant, not wanting to disturb but not wanting to be alone. You call him in and you’re immediately reminded that Maxwell is also a father. 
Maxwell calls his sons name with as much gusto as he can fathom for first thing in the morning, which excites the young boy and has him jumping onto the bed and straight into his fathers arms. You giggle as Maxwell holds him for far longer than Alastair would like, until he’s begging his father to let him go through fits of laughter that tells you he doesn’t really mean it. 
“Are you hungry?” Maxwell asks, to which your stomach rumbles at the thought of food and Alastair nods without hesitation.
“We can make anything you want!”
“Pancakes?” Alastair squeals with delight, Maxwell doesn’t have it in him to deny his son. He gives you a quick look, asking with just his eyes. You smile.
“I’m happy with pancakes.”
Alastair rushes off the bed and runs out the room. “No running down the stairs, Alastair!” It’s the most stern Maxwell ever sounds with his son; he doesn’t have strict rules and he never raises his voice to tell him off. 
You dress and follow him down the stairs. Wearing pyjama bottoms and a grey sleep shirt, he is far removed from the businessman you’re used to. His shoulders look slumped without shoulder pads and box suits to force his back straight. He walks slower, unhurried as he makes his way to the kitchen. He has no meeting to rush to, no phone calls to make so time slows down for Maxwell Lord on a Sunday. When he steps off the last step he waits for you, fingers reaching out to crawl around your waist to pull you in for a kiss. You relax into his softness; his soft kisses, soft clothes, soft tummy, soft touch, everything is soft and cosy. It feels like a long time before you get to eat pancakes.
His friends ring to invite him golfing later that day, Maxwell declines with a wink and a lazy smirk in your direction. You had no fear, Maxwell never interrupts his Sundays with you and Alastair. As soon as he hangs up he’s throwing Alastair under his arm and picking up an apron, singing off-tune about eggs and sausages. 
This is the best part about Sundays. Seeing Maxwell be free.
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Watching the movies Cory's in where he plays smaller roles makes me realize how many actor crossovers he's had. Both him and Michael Chiklis where in Gotham and 1985, him and Julianne Moore where in Wonderstruck together and they're gonna be in May December together (and playing people who are related both times), him and Corey Stoll where in Transatlantic and First Man together, and he's been in two movies made by Todd Haynes (Carol and May December) and there's probably more I just haven't found em yet
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shethevampyr-gallery · 4 months
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NEW CHONNY JASH SONG SPOILERS (day 3)
Tried pixel art today!!! This song grew on me (not a reference) and I like it a lot, though I think I still prefer Tomcat Disposables.
I kinda have an idea for the story, it starts normally but it goes off the rails quite quick, starting with Laplace's Angel and Darkstalker's plan succeeding and him becoming king, Thermodynamic Lawyer would be Fathom's perspective of everything, and Ocean Breathes Salty (Not a Chonny Jash song? Wow) would be the main events of 1984 but yk, Wings of Fire. If we want this to be all Chonny Jash though we can swap Ocean Breathes Salty for Ode of the Cog.
Notes: I don't typically do pixel art so this was fun to do
Time taken: Like 20 mins
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palatinewolfsblog · 1 year
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Time flies. It’s the 4th day of our advent challenge. And this time the task is to name somebody i should forget.
And i chose - George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley (Wham). Don't get me wrong. Surely George is a great singer and composer who wrote a lot of great songs.
But all the endless airplay of "Last Christmas" tru the past decades - folks, give me a break... 🙏
But to keep all you fans out there happy - here's is a nice cover for you. 😉
Hope you like it. 🖖🐺
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Kiss – Love Gun
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1984-daily · 1 year
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“Oceania, ’tis for thee” gave way to lighter music. Winston walked over to the window, keeping his back to the telescreen. The day was still cold and clear. Somewhere far away a rocket bomb exploded with a dull, reverberating roar. About twenty or thirty of them a week were falling on London at present.
Down in the street the wind flapped the torn poster to and fro, and the word INGSOC fitfully appeared and vanished. Ingsoc. The sacred principles of Ingsoc. Newspeak, doublethink, the mutability of the past.
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