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thelovelyruin · 6 months

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10 𝖏𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖗𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : nanami x fem reader (celebrity au!)

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : being married to a celebrity comes with more than what you expected.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : angst with a happy ending, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, oral sex, choking, praise, pet names (good girl and pretty), love, teasing, fingering, edging, overstimulation, mentions on stress and anxiety, arguing, stalking? (from paparazzi), hate sex, breakup sex, established relationship

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.1k

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

A note dropped through the door, tells us to go, but I know that you will tell them to go somewhere else.

You walk in front of Nanami now, your security guards trying to escort you two into your Hollywood Hills home. Camera flashes blind you as you attempt to walk to the front door, but one particular asshole decides to get in front of you both to take a photo. That was the last straw for Nanami.

“Give me that damn camera. You think it’s okay to take pictures of people on their property? I’ll get you arrested, motherfucker!”

Nanami took the camera and threw it on your stone driveway, destroying it. He realized at that moment that his actions would result in even more drama for the news to exploit. He could see it now, "Kento Nanami gone crazy, commits vandalism". You guys finally reach the door, the security guards open it for you as you rush in, Nanami slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

Because you know that I want to stay in this house forever, I don't want to ever leave.

It all started when you and Nanami decided to go public with your engagement. His fans were shocked, considering you guys kept your dating lowkey, but once you agreed to marry him, Nanami thought it would be appropriate to let the world know you were about to be Mrs. Nanami. Then, there was the wedding, which thankfully you had in Greece, meaning less paparazzi, but more of them waiting for the newlywed's arrival back home. All you could do was prepare for the change that came with being Nanami’s wife.

For a while, you were hiding out in Nanami’s second home in Bel Air, but why were you hiding? Because you wanted to go on a simple trip to the beach with Mei Mei last month. You went onto social media that night and endlessly scrolled through posts of people commenting on your bikini-clad body. She’s gained weight. She’s getting thinner. It’s like they couldn’t make up their fucking minds. Then there was the next week when you and Nanami walked the red carpet for his new movie premiere. You were absolutely stunning, at least that’s what your husband and friends told you, but you felt anything but. Being overstimulated by the camera flashes, you let go of Nanami’s arm before you could get overwhelmed, in which he didn’t force you because he was aware of your intentions. Oh, but you were so stupid for that. Constant break-up rumors hit the internet, and that was a hot topic. So much so, Wendy fucking Williams featured you on her show. Humiliated, Nanami decided you should stay home for a while to let things cool off, and of course, you couldn’t listen.

How could I ever live in another? This is where I want to be.

You walk towards the kitchen, grabbing a drink of water to decompress as Rob and the other escorts work on closing every curtain in the house. Nanami, obviously furious, walks to the living room, grabbing the TV remote. He turns it onto TMZ, where they’re talking about you out for lunch at Cecconi’s in West Hollywood earlier today.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I give you one fucking rule, don’t leave the damn house without me!”

“Kento, I-”

“Then, not only do you leave without me, you leave without an escort. Anything could’ve happened to you!”

The next clip shows you throwing your middle finger up to an undercover paparazzi taking pictures of you while you were eating, causing Nanami to begin pacing about the living room.

“And that, what the fuck is that? You’re practically begging to get bombarded with negative articles.”

You fix your face into a fit and walk up to Nanami in the living room, slamming your things down on the table, you two yelling at this point.

“Negative articles, that’s what you’re worried about? Excuse me, MR. BIG TIME MOVIE STAR, I didn’t mean to go outside to take a breather and spend time with myself. ALONE. ”

“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. I could care less about what they say about me, I’m trying to protect you! Every fucking thing I’ve done has been to protect you!”

“I’m tired of this shit, what did you want me to do? Smile for the fucking picture while I chow down on my fucking ravioli?”

Nanami sighs and wipes his hand down his face, walking up to you and grabbing your hands in his.

“You know what? I’m tired of this shit too. Trust me when I say I love you, but I can’t have you going through this constantly. We should get a divorce.”

At that moment, you felt your entire world crashing. Your house began falling apart brick by brick, the curtains were burning, and the floor was crumbling. You throw his hands out of yours, pacing back and forth with your hands in your hair. Long story short, you were losing your shit.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. It’s the only way-”

You know that there won't be a high wall I can’t climb and find the things that I find.

“Kento, you’re not serious. You’re not fucking serious right now. Is it because I didn’t listen to you? I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve stayed put and waited for you or Rob to take me out.”

“It’s not that simple. You’ve been harassed for weeks on end, just for fucking breathing at this point. I can’t keep seeing you hurt.”

“I can go back to Bel Air and hide out there again. I’ll stay there as long as you need me to!”

“So they can follow you there? And then what, hm? We have to move you all over again? No, we get a divorce and then my fans and the media will leave you alone.”

“But, baby, I, just please…”

“I’M NOT ARGUING WITH YOU ANYMORE. Start packing your things and Rob and the others will help you move them out. I’ll get you an apartment in Soho, but you’ll have to wear a disguise for a while. I won’t be seeing you anymore, it’s for your own good. ”

I'll have to leave them where they are, I don't want to go far.

And with that, you begin to cry. Grabbing your purse off the table, you wipe away your tears and run towards the grand staircase, throwing your MACH & MACH heels over the balcony. Nanami hears the sound of your heels hitting the floor, rushing to the lower landing to ensure your well-being, only to be met with your clothes being thrown over the balcony at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Throwing all of the shit you bought for me out! Keep all of this shit, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, don’t be such a goddamn cunt about this. You know I fucking love you.”

You stand at the top of the balcony, looking him in his eyes as you throw your rolex over the edge, diamonds scattering all over the floor below.

“Fuck you.”

A tear-stained pillow doesn't seem to help me, I can't make you change your mind.

You begin to grab your cosmetics out of the master bathroom, frustratedly dropping toothpaste and lotion bottles amidst your tirade. You run back into your separate closet, scouring the shelves for a bag big enough to hold your clothes, but alas, you realize your efforts were in vain when all you find are your Birkins. Pacing about the room, looking for the clothes you had before you met Nanami. Then you remember, you have your Goyard duffle in his closet, which as much as you hated it, you were gonna have to use. Walking across the hall, you see Nanami coming up midway on the staircase. You chuckle a bit, running to the closet to grab the duffle before he can stop you. Unfortunately for you, when you turn around to exit the room, Nanami stands in the doorway.

I look through my window and I see all I want to, how can I leave it all behind me now?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You push by him, pissing him off even further. You’re walking back to your closet now, Nanami closely behind.

“What do you mean, Kento? I’m packing my things.”

“No, you’re going on a rampage!”

As you walk into the master bedroom again, you get a glimpse of the backyard through the window, memories of you and Nanami dancing on the patio together and friends coming over for discrete cookouts. And now here you are, leaving it all because he was picking his fans over his wife.

I've done all I can do, I want to stay here.

“A rampage? Bitch, I can show you a rampage.”

With that, you walk back into your closet, throwing clothes off hangers as he stands in the doorway, scorching with anger. Every piece of clothing you throw, Nanami picks up and places in a pile on the bed, presumably to organize later. In revolt, you walk out into the bedroom, throwing them back on the floor again.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“The fuck am I doing? You mean, the fuck are YOU doing?”

This could be my home forever, but you say I can't come back ever.

You walk up to Nanami, glaring up at him, considering he was much taller than you (not to mention his bigger frame).

“You tell me you want a divorce, how do you expect me to react? Be a good little wife and kiss your ass, ‘Oh, Kento, I understand.’ Then you must be fucking DELUSIONAL!”

Picking up the clothes from the bed, you begin throwing them at him.

“You ungrateful motherfucker… I BUILT THIS HOUSE, ME! I picked the goddamn floorplan and the furniture and everything? Who do you think manages things around here when…you’re off shooting another movie…or screenwriting another TV show? Me, you asshole! You get to come home and relax after working, and what do I get?... Harassed by your…fucking…fans…because you’re too scared…to tell them to FUCK OFF!”

You don't know just how much I wish I could stay in this house forever…

In a swift motion, Nanami comes over to where you’re standing on the other side of the room, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you roughly. At first, you try to push him off, but eventually, you give in. You know you can’t resist him, not when he’s kissing you like he’s gonna eat you alive. He quickly brings his hands up to lift your legs off the floor, wrapping them around his waist as he drops you on the bed, much too frustrated to be gentle with you. And that’s where the love bites come in, licking and sucking at your neck like some kind of animal and it just feels so good. Especially when he brings his hand up to your tits, pulling your shirt down to release your breasts, expeditiously putting one in his mouth, rubbing your nipple between his tongue and teeth. You push him back, leaving him in an upright position where he has the perfect view of you. Frantically, you begin making work of his button-up, and when you get caught on the top button, he rips his damn shirt off. But who cares right? What’s another $300 shirt? He makes it quick when he pulls your shirt off of you, then your shorts, and finally, flips you onto your stomach so he can unstrap your bra. His lips are back on you now, licking and sucking his way down your back, breathing down your spine as you let out soft moans into the pillow. He stops at your panties, bringing the fabric of your thong between his teeth as he brings his fingers up to hook under the strap. He rips them off, which was the least of your concerns, especially when your husband is lifting your lower body up so that you’re on your knees.

…I don't want to ever leave.

Nanami pulls you closer to him, hooking his arms under your legs to bring you close to his face. And then, well, he goes to town. His tongue starts to pump in and out of your pussy, hearing the mewls and squeals you’re trying to hide in the pillow. He pulls his tongue away, watching you squirm and whimper for it to come back.

“Stop moaning in to the pillow, I wanna hear you, baby.”

“Oh, I thought I wasn’t your ‘baby’ anymore?”

He’s angry, bringing his face down to eat you again, and he’s fucking amazing at it, making you feel like a virgin with how fast your orgasm was coming. He’s got your clit now, sucking at the bud like there’s no tomorrow. And you’re a mess, moaning his name into the air and gripping your fingers into the bedding. Nanami bring his hands up over your legs to massage your ass, gripping and slapping the skin and he swears he’s fallen in love with you all over again.

You’re nearly at the end now, that fire burning inside you and Nanami’s tongue being the damn gasoline. Sure, you were still mad at him, but currently, all you could think about was the way he was fucking his tongue into you, lapping your juices up happily, dedicated to making you cum on his face. And that’s exactly what you did. As your body began to jerk, he brought your pussy closer to his face, so close that it was suffocating him, but who cares if he couldn’t breathe? His pretty little wife was cumming so lovely on his lips, to which he drank up, fully indulging your essence. As you were coming down, your body turned to mush and you sank into the bed, but that didn’t stop Nanami from continuing.

“Ken, I can’t…”

“I know you can, pretty girl. Give me one more.”

How could I ever live in another?

Overstimulated and spent, you come down from your second orgasm, but you knew Nanami wasn’t done with you. He quickly pulled you to the end of the bed, pumping his fingers inside you to prepare you for his dick, which he was pulling out of his pants. Your mind was still fuzzy, because you hadn’t even heard his belt fall to the floor, or his pants, or his boxers, or his watch, or his chain. Well, you woke up pretty damn fast when you felt him slowly sink into you. You swear you died in that moment, drowning in lust as Nanami parted your pussy like the red sea. But now, he was teasing you, moving his hips at a terribly slow pace, and to be frank, it was pissing you off.

“Kento…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Please, just fuck me already!”

“If you insist, dear.”

You’re beginning to wish you hadn’t said that. Nanami started fucking you at a dangerous pace, bouncing you back onto his dick just to slam his hips back into you again. His hands were on your hips now, fucking you deeper and harder, making you moan gibberish into the air. He brings a hand up to slap your ass, reveling in the sound of it smacking against his stomach. He laughs a bit as you moan with every slap.

“Look at you, such a brat earlier, and now you’re falling apart on my dick.”

“Fuck you.”

“Trust me I am.”

Immediately, Nanami halts, pulling up your upper half, his hand gripping your shoulder as he begins fucking the shit out of you. If you thought you were going mad before, it was definitely happening now. All you can say is his name as he drills his dick into you, hand around your throat as he makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s panting and moving at a more rhythmic pace. He lets your shoulder go slowly, bringing your body back down to meet the sheets. One hand on your side and the other gripping the bed, he lowers down to your face, sucking on your neck as he fucks into you deep and slow. His face is nuzzling in your neck and hair, taking in your scent as he hears you moan and groan at the pace of his hips. You’re so close and Nanami knows too, that’s why he’s fucking that spot in you that has you throwing your head back and losing yourself on his dick.

“C’mon baby, give it to me. I wanna feel you cum for me.”

That was it for you, body spasming from your third orgasm. You ride it out as you feel Nanami fill you up, groaning and whimpering your name into your ear, sucking the skin there and panting.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. My pretty little wife.”

This is where I want to be.

Nanami falls to your side, groaning sadly as he pulls his dick out of you. Both of you stare at the ceiling now, panting like you ran a marathon. He looks over at you and then gets up to go to the bathroom, you hear him organizing something as you remember you pretty much moved like a tornado in the bathroom trying to pack your things. Shortly, he come out with a washcloth in hand, cleaning you up while you squirm from overstimulation. He cleans himself and throws it into the hamper in the bathroom, walking back to you on the bed and lays down. He pulls his arm around you and you can’t bring yourself to take it off of you.

“I’m gonna get you more security and tint the windows on the Ghost, the Aventador too. We should probably get you therapy too for all the stress and anxiety this has given you. I’ll have Alexandra fix your things back in the closet and I’ll take you to replace the damaged items. I’m gonna talk to my manager and see if he can organize paying some of the snappers to fuck off, I’ll be going on to my socials to tell my fans to relax. Can’t keep fucking with my girl.”

As he kisses your forehead, you feel yourself exhausted, lying on Nanami’s chest as you fall asleep. He nuzzles his face in your hair, holding your hand and rubbing his finger against the 4-carat diamond ring that adorned it. There’s no way he could leave his pretty little wife.

You know that I don't want to go.

♱ the song used in this story is 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade. 🖤

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haunted-headset · 7 months

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hello, my dears!

things i adore <3

credits to @daydream-of-a-wallflower for the blog layout idea!

#writing blog #announcement #updates

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penny-hartzs · 7 months

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Let's talk more fashion: who are your top ten fictional characters with the best style 🥰

Right off the bat I have to go with Carrie Bradshaw. She annoyed me to no end for most of the series (apart from that one episode where she went to a house party and someone stole her shoes and she insisted that the guests pay her back for them) but I'd be lying if I said that her outfits don't continue to be iconic and they are always going to be a huge chapter of costume design and fashion. Patricia Field really is THAT woman.

2. Rachel Green my forever girl has to be number 2. I love so many things about her style and how it evolves throughout the seasons. In the early days it was jeans, T-Shirts and overalls but in such a chic and 90's way and then as she starts working in fashion and growing more into a more grownup version of herself she has an amazing office wardrobe that I still take inspo from. I also love all her slip dresses.

3. Meave Maisel. I started watching The Marvelous Mrs Maisel mainly because of the clothes and the fact that it was written by Amy Sherman Palladino and I stayed for as long as I did for the clothes as well. I believe the plot got a bit tired and the creators got distracted by the fact that the budget kept getting bigger so therefore they thought the show should be getting flashier instead of more human and funny but you'll never catch me complaining about the costumes because, well look at them!

4. Lisa Fremont. LISTEN. The costumes in this movie (which is Rear Window, directed by Alfred Hitchcock) are my Roman Empire. Especially the black and white dress combined with Grace Kelly's incredible beauty makes it one of the most iconic fashion moments in cinema history and we should give Edith Head (the costume designer) her flowers.

5. Fran Fine. It took me a while to realize what an absolute fashion icon this woman is because I didn't watch The Nanny as a kid or teenager (I still haven't watched all of it and I plan on making it right eventually) but omg the absolute serve after serve after serve AFTER SERVE. Plus, that body is bodying. And a special mention to this particular outfit which is all of my dreams coming true:

6. Issa from Insecure

This show's entire costume department deserved all the Emmys, Oscars, Tonys, just everything but Issa's style was always my absolute favorite because it was so versatile and reflected on her character journey as well. Plus I loved the fact that even when she had a casual look on, there were still so many smart details about it. Argh I miss Insecure so much I need Issa Rae back on my screen immediately.

7. Daisy Jones. This character has had a tight grip on my heart ever since I read the book and I knew I'd love her when I watched the tv adaptation but I didn't expect to love her to the point I spent all of last spring trying to find pieces to recreate her entire cool girl hippy wardrobe. And also I just have to mention this "gold dust woman" moment because it was arguably the most iconic outfit of them all

8. Holly Golightly

I don't think I need to say too much about her to be honest do I? Audrey Hepburn is literally a work of art, in this movie and in general. My maybe somewhat unpopular opinion is that the pink outfit is my favorite one :')

Honourable mentions:

Monica Geller/ Blair Waldorf/ Cher Horowitz/ Zoe from Grownish (I hate the show though)/ Devi from Never Have I Ever/ Hilary Banks from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

#flora THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ME THIS LET'S KEEP TALKING ABOUT FASHION FOREVER :')#also lmao it ended up being top 7 instead of top 10

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laferocia · 4 months

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Mike Patton at JazzIn Festival Milano, 2010: Mike talks about trees, his wife, and says lots of "WOW".

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Alright, here we go! Santa is coming, and Lilia from Italy wants to make a gift for her international Mike fan friends.

Let me give you a bit of context: the event is called JazzMi Festival. The individuals you see at the beginning of the video are Letizia Moratti, who was the mayor of Milan at that time; Red Ronnie (the guy with red hair and round glasses), a famous italian DJ in the 70s and 80s and for years the host of a TV show where he featured excellent artists who could perform live, the "Roxy Bar"; Nick The Nightfly (the guy with white hair), a Scotsman who has been in Italy for years, at that time he was the artistic director of the event and also a DJ.

Letizia Moratti shakes hands with Nick and they exchange greetings.

Red Ronnie: sei il direttore del festival! // You are the festival director!

Nick: Sì! Benvenuto Red, benvenuto Red! Adesso andiamo a trovare anche Mike, magari lo salutiamo. Vediamo se... facciamo un viaggio da queste parti. // Yes! Welcome Red, welcome Red! Now let's go and find Mike, perhaps we can say hello to him too. Let's see if... we take a tour around these parts.

Letizia Moratti: sono molto felice di essere riuscita a venire // I am pleased to have succeeded in coming.

They have a brief exchange about a previous event in Milan. Nick mentions that it was a beautiful evening and compliments the mayor not only for the event but also for the speech, which he describes as touching and non-institutional. She thanks him and replies that she is not good at speaking in an institutional manner. Nick remarks that he has the same issue with Italian, sometimes saying things he shouldn't (Moratti, however, praises his Italian, which is indeed excellent, featuring a slight and charming Anglophone accent).

At 1:10, finally they met Mike.

Mike: Ciao, salve, tutto bene? Sono Mike. Questo è Daniele // Hi, hello, how are you? I'm Mike. This is Daniele.

Daniele: Piacere // Nice to meet you.

Moratti speaks to Mike in English and he responds in Italian "Parlo abbastanza bene, non perfetto" (= I speak Italian quite well, though not perfectly").

Moratti: grazie per essere qua // Thanks for being here.

Mike: oh, grazie per... it's great to be here.

A note of appreciation for Letizia Moratti: she is one of the few Italian politicians who speaks a decent English.

2:02, Mike: è un bel lavoro! // It's quite a job!

Red Ronnie: ha lavorato tanto! // She worked a lot!

Moratti: Sì, ho fatto tante volte il giro del mondo per riuscire, votano 157 paesi, bisogna avere il voto della maggioranza, eravamo in competizione con la Turchia, non è stato facile. Comunque adesso l'abbiamo, io vado a Shanghai per fare la handover cerimony. // Yes, I've traveled the world many times to succeed. There are 157 countries voting, and you need the majority vote. We were in competition with Turkey, and it wasn't easy. Anyway, we have it now. I'm going to Shanghai for the handover ceremony.

Mike shakes hand with Nick and with a guy that is a city councillor, Giovanni Terzi. Moratti explains to Mike that the municipal councillor organized the festival.

Nick: Mike io ti devo portare i saluti di Norah Jones // Mike, I've got greetings for you from Norah Jones.

Mike: ah! Stavo parlando con lei anche ieri sera che stava a Venezia. // Oh! I was talking to her just last night, she was in Venice.

Nick: Perché ha suonato l'altra sera, lei ha guardato e mi fa "oh my friend Mike Patton," // Because she performed the other night, she looked at *(a poster or something about the event, I guess)* and said "oh my friend Mike Patton".

3:26, Red Ronnie: fai tutto Mondo Cane? // Are you playing the whole 'Mondo Cane' project?

Mike: sì sì sì! 22 canzoni // Yes, 22 songs.

3:43, Mike: un'orchestra piccolina, 12 violini, però funziona! // A small orchestra, 12 violins, but it works!

*A brief interlude of idle chatter, LOL*

3:46, Red Ronnie: la cosa incredibile, come hai visto nel disco ha messo, sì, "Il cielo in una stanza", che son dei classici... Letizia Moratti: è una delle mie canzoni preferite! Mike: ah allora è la prima canzone! È un pochino diversa ma è riconoscibile insomma; Letizia Moratti: posso avere un autografo? Mike: certo! Dovrei chiederlo io a lei! (Mike is is using the formal "lei" instead of "tu" as a form of courtesy and respect for Moratti's role and age) //

ENG: Red Ronnie: The incredible thing, as you saw on the record, is that he included, yes, "Il cielo in una stanza," which are classics... Letizia Moratti: It's one of my favorite songs! Mike: Ah, it's the first song then! It's a little different but still recognizable, in short. Letizia Moratti: Can I have an autograph? Mike: Of course! I should be the one asking you for it!

4:09, Mike pointing to the CD: "ahi ahi ahi, hai ascoltato?" Letizia Moratti: no! Red Ronnie: no no ma lei ascolta, diciamo che lei ha scelto di venire... Letizia Moratti: io ho scelto di venire al tuo concerto! Eh sì! Ho guardato tutto il programma e poi... Mike: ah sì? E quello di Norah Jones non l'hai visto?

ENG: Mike *pointing to the CD*: "Ouch ouch ouch, have you listened?" Letizia Moratti: No! Red Ronnie: No no, but she listens, let's say she chose to come... Letizia Moratti: I chose to come to your concert! Oh yes! I watched the entire program and then... Mike: Oh yeah? And you didn't see Norah Jones' concert? (Mike laughs, you can understand the rest of the conversation because they speak in English.)

4:40, Red Ronnie: è interessante perché questo è un progetto internazionale ma è molto italiano e questo pur con una ricerca... Letizia Moratti: è questo che mi è piaciuto! Mike: sì è bello! Red Ronnie: perché ad esempio "Urlo negro" dei Blackmen che è un disco (che da) piccolino ascoltavo... Mike: conosci? Hai sentito? Red: io ho il disco! Mike: quarantacinque (45) giri? Red: il juke box, il 45! Mike: mamma mia, questo è raro! Red: e quando lo mettevo nel juke box... e vedere tu *(it should be "vedere te", LOL)* che fai "Mondo cane"... Letizia Moratti: ma Red ha una collezione che è una meraviglia! Mike: eh si vede che è un intenditore! Moratti: sì, sì, ha pezzi abbastanza unici, ha piatti di John Lennon con le ghiande della pace... adesso abbiamo in programma di fare il giardino di John Lennon per l'8 ottobre... Red: beh ormai... Moratti: tanto è stato già detto! Eh sì, per i 30 anni... L'idea è quella di avere un albero da ogni Paese del mondo, tutti i Paesi che verranno qui per l'Expo, dove ognuno pianti un albero... Red: bel gesto! Potresti portarne uno dall'America, dalla tua zona... Mike: sì, c'ho magari qualche seme, non so... Moratti: bello! Mike: Io sono di quelle parti, California del nord, Redwood. Nick: San Francisco, Redwood. Mike: sì sì però io sono proprio... vengo da anche di più, capito? Più a nord. Moratti: il primo ce lo hanno regalato dal Congo. Mike: Wow! E com'è? Moratti: è un eucalipto. È uno degli alberi loro tipici, sì. Mike: una sequoia a Milano? Moratti: una sequoia sarebbe bellissimo! Mike: però (it should be "il clima") la clima mi sa che... Moratti: esatto, bisognerà cercare degli alberi che non muoiano... Mike: sì deve essere bagnatissimo, capito? Deve avere tanta tanta pioggia e non troppo sole, perciò... magari cresce un po' così ma... Moratti: un po' mini! Mike: sì sì un bonsai-sequoia! Moratti: ti lascio, vorrai stare un attimo... Mike: no! Dai, abbiamo fatto già... *voice: vogliamo fare una foto?* //

ENG: Red Ronnie: It's interesting because this is an international project, but it's very Italian, and this is despite thorough research... Letizia Moratti: That's what I liked about it! Mike: Yes, it's beautiful! Red Ronnie: For example, "Urlo negro" by the Blackmen, which is a record I used to listen to when I was little... Mike: Do you know it? Have you heard it? Red: I have the record! Mike: 45 RPM? Red: The jukebox, the 45! Mike: Oh my, that's rare! Red: And when I put it on the jukebox... and see you doing "Mondo cane"... Letizia Moratti: But Red has a collection that is wonderful! Mike: You can tell he's a connoisseur! Moratti: Yes, yes, he has quite unique pieces, turntable platters from John Lennon with the acorns of peace... now we're planning to create the John Lennon garden for October 8th... Red: Well, by now... Moratti: It's already been said! Yes, for the 30th anniversary... The idea is to have a tree from every country in the world, all the countries that will come here for the Expo (in 2015, Milan hosted the Expo), where each one plants a tree... Red: Nice gesture! Could you bring one from America, from your area... Mike: Yes, I might have some seeds, I don't know... Moratti: Nice! Mike: I'm from those parts, Northern California, Redwood. Nick: San Francisco, Redwood. Mike: Yes, yes, but I'm even further north. Moratti: The first one they gave us was from Congo. Mike: Wow! How is it? Moratti: It's a eucalyptus. It's one of their typical trees, yes. Mike: A sequoia in Milan? Moratti: A sequoia would be beautiful! Mike: But the climate, I think... Moratti: Exactly, we'll need to look for trees that won't die... Mike: Yes, it has to be very wet, you know? It needs a lot of rain and not too much sun, so... maybe it grows a bit like this but... Moratti: A mini one! Mike: Yes, yes, a bonsai-sequoia! Moratti: I'll leave you, you might want to stay a moment... Mike: No! Come on, we're already done... *Voice: Do you want to take a photo?*

7:00, Moratti: ma in casa parli italiano con tua moglie o... Mike: tutto! tre parole in italiano, una in inglese. Red: ma poi è una bolognese! Moratti: infatti! Lo so! Mike: lo senti? Un po'? Red: le "s" un pochino. Mike: un po' esce. Red: ma hai vissuto a Bologna? Mike: sì, 6 anni, più o meno. Red: ah, in che anni? Mike: sarebbe primi anni 90. Red: allora quando facevo il Roxy Bar. Mike: ah, infatti! Ho riconosciuto 'sta faccia! Guardavo, sì sì guardavo! Una volta, con un altro gruppo, non ricordo quale che ne avevo un paio, mi han detto eravamo chiesto (eravamo chiesto: it is not correct in italian but we can understand that he was saying "ci avevano chiesto") di andare lì però non potevamo fare. Red: tu hai collaborato con i Melvins, i Melvins han suonato dal vivo. Mike: sì sì sì mi ricordo! Red: il gruppo più rumoroso che abbia mai avuto! Mike: eh già! Red: hanno fatto... guarda... non puoi capire! Perché lui (Mike) ti sembra un bravo ragazzo... *a female voice, prolly his wife: ok, basta grazie, andiamo!* Red: lui fa degli esperimenti con la voce molto interessanti, con delle scatole, esperimenti. Un po' quello che faceva anche Demetrio Stratos, solo che faceva solo vocalizzi. Mike: sì ma per me Demetrio Stratos per me è proprio un idolo, è un grande, sono un grande fan, e c'ho molto rispetto per lui, ma veramente! Red: buon concerto Mike! Mike: grazie! È stato un piacere. *The other guy: quando sentirai urlare saremo noi!" //

ENG: Moratti: But do you speak Italian at home with your wife or... Mike: Everything! Three words in Italian, one in English. Red: But then she's from Bologna! Moratti: Indeed! I know! Mike: Can you hear it (he meant the typical Bologna accent)? A bit? Red: The "s", a little bit. Mike: It comes out a bit. Red: But did you live in Bologna? Mike: Yes, for 6 years, more or less. Red: Ah, in which years? Mike: It would be the early '90s. Red: So when I was doing the Roxy Bar (Roxy Bar was a music show created and hosted by Red Ronnie, broadcast in Italy from 1992 to 2001). Mike: Ah, indeed! I recognized that face! I watched it, yes, I watched it! Once, with another band, I don't remember which one because I had a couple, they had asked us to go there, but we couldn't make it. Red: You collaborated with the Melvins, and the Melvins played live. Mike: Yes, yes, I remember! Red: The loudest band I've ever had there! Mike: Oh, indeed! Red: They made... look... you can't understand! *Talking to Moratti* Because he (Mike) seems like a nice guy... *a female voice, probably his wife: okay, enough, thank you, let's go!* Red: He experiments with the voice in very interesting ways, with boxes, experiments. A bit like what Demetrio Stratos used to do, only he did vocalizations. Mike: Yes, but for me, Demetrio Stratos is truly an idol, he's great, I'm a big fan, and I have a lot of respect for him, really! Red: Good concert, Mike! Mike: Thank you! It's been a pleasure. *The other guy: When you hear shouting, it'll be us!"

#Youtube #mike patton #faith no more #fnm #fantomas #mrbungle #mondocane #mr bungle #tomahawk #mondo cane

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gucciwins · 1 year

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it's another year of halloween celebrations for Harry and Bel.

Word count: 2295

A/N: I had to write about Harryween it's a special time for Harry and Bel because it's when Bel first told Harry she loved him so the day holds a special meaning to their realtionship. anyways I hope you enjoy this small blurb. im glad you still love harry and bel so much 🫶

love on tour series

Los Angeles, California - October 31, 2022

“I’m so glad you’re here with me,” Bel hugs her best friends tightly, not letting them settle in their hotel room.

“Nowhere else I would rather be on a Monday,” Sarai jokes.

“Haha,” Bel rolls her eyes, finally letting them go.

Naomi now lounging on the queen-sized bed, having removed all her clothes, leaving her in underwear and a sports bra, not wanting her airport clothes on the bed. “I’m surprised H has let you go.”

“It’s because he’ll be over soon.”

“Yay! I’ve missed him,” Naomi and Bel turn to look at Sarai, who sits there, confused at their shocked expressions. “What? Harry and I are friends.”

Naomi looks at their partner, confused, “since when?” Sarai was always the shy one, so Naomi was shocked finding out they had grown this relationship with Harry.

They shrug, “we talked about his favorite books during Coachella, and I told him he needed to get educated. Now he sends me his thoughts after each book.”

Bel laughs, “that’s right! He’s stocked up a lot because of you. He told me he thought you didn’t like him, so he was excited when you shared that interest with him.”

“Awe, I get that a lot.” They pout.

“It’s the resting bitch face,” Naomi tells them, causing you all to laugh because Sarai is genuinely a sweetheart once you get to know them.

“Moving on, please. Where are our costumes, Bel?”

“On their way, Claude did wonderfully. I couldn’t carry all three with me, so Emerson is bringing them over with someone.”

“Oh, is she dressing up too?” Sarai asked.

Bel shakes her head, “Emerson doesn’t celebrate the holiday.”

“She’s still coming to the show?” Naomi wonders because they get on well with your assistant.

“No, she’s taking the night off, '' says her niece has been dying to watch Spider-man with her.” Bel shares as she looks at a text on her phone, making her way to open the hotel room door.

“Maguire or Holland?”

Emerson walks in with a trolley behind her, “Garfield, obviously.”

“Emmy!!!!!” Naomi and Sarai cheer.

“Nice to see you, but get dressed and make sure it fits before nosy H makes an appearance.” Emerson hands them a bag and leaves them to get dressed. Bel’s outfit is at the arena, promising Harry to get ready there, so they have time to get ready together.

They’re in for a fun night. Bel couldn’t wait.

Bel sits patiently as she lets Ayae fix the ginger wig. If she has to be honest, she loves the look. Everyone has been very secretive about the band’s costume, and as impatient as it has her, she knows the wait will be worth it. The green contacts in her eyes feel strange, but she doesn’t mind them.

“He’s dressed.” Harry Lambert waits patiently, admiring as Ayae brushes out the ends of Bel’s hair.

“She’s done,” Ayae tells Lambert, who stares at Bel with awe, taking in her wig and new eye color. Bel looks at herself in the mirror, taking in every detail of her suit, proud of how amazing the suit came out. She’s Sam from Totally Spies. It’s an old TV show, and it’s a perfect trio. There were many options they were thinking about, from doing Aquamarine to doing Josie and the Pussycats, but they loved this idea, knowing it would be a costume they don’t see others doing.

“I’ve got an idea, but also zero idea,” Lambert tells Bel honestly, taking in her complete look

Bel laughs, “my friends should be here soon. They’ll explain it to you.”

“Not poison ivy?”

She shakes her head and knocks on Harry’s door.

“It’s me. Can I come in?”

“Your eyes have to be closed,” he calls back.

She resists the urge to roll her eyes, more excited that she’s moments away from seeing him in his costume. The door creaks open, and Bel feels him guiding her in.

“You smell nice.” She tells him, and he thanks her with a kiss on her cheek.

“Now, you nutter.”

Bel blinks her eyes open slowly, and there is Harry in a black slicked-back wig, black shades, and a fake cigar in his mouth to tie his entire outfit of tight black jeans and black leather jacket.

“Danny Zuko,” she gasps, reaching out to touch his jacket, taking in the detail of the entire outfit.

He smirks, “that’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

Bel lets out a small moan knowing Harry dressed as Danny is doing many things for her. She has many unholy thoughts running through her mind.

“You look beautiful, H.”

Harry’s face goes red, loving all the attention Bel is giving him. “I was going for sexy, but I’ll take being called beautiful.”

Her hands rest on his face as she takes in the black eyeliner. “Oh, I’m a fan of this.”

“Stop,” he giggles.

Bel runs her hand over his shoulders and down his back. Harry lets her check him out and takes notice of every detail of the outfit. She has yet to let him get a look at her, but he knows there will be time for that after. Harry’s so lost in the feeling of her hands caressing him that he doesn’t realize she’s slipped off his leather jacket.

“Bel,” he scolds jokingly, “no time to fool around.”

She giggles, “turn around.”

“Want to see the real good, huh?”

He does as she asks and she gasps seeing Harryween bedazzled on the black top showcasing all his tattoos.

“You win,” she gasps dramatically. “Absolutely, everyone is going to go insane.”

“Are you?” He asks because Bel is the only person he cares to impress.

“If it wasn’t hard to get out of the latex, I’d be naked already bent over the vanity as I let Danny Zuko have his way with me.”

Harry loves when Bel’s unfiltered, it drives him crazy. He loves being the reason she’s losing her mind.

“That can be arranged,” Harry promises.

“Later.” She places the leather jacket over her shoulder and does a short spin. “Me dressed in only this jacket tonight. I don’t know,” she shrugs, “think about it?”

Harry bites back a moan, already picturing Bel in their shared bedroom, “nothing to think about. I’m in. It’s happening.”

Bel shines with joy at the thought of what the end of the night holds for them. She helps Harry slip the leather jacket back on, knowing they will do group photos soon.

“Now, let me look at you, my ginger girlfriend.”

Bel giggles, giving Harry a spin, then striking a defensive pose making Harry laugh.

“This is amazing. Looks like a real spy suit.”

“Yeah, amor, it is. It’s from this TV show called Totally Spies. They’re a trio, so it worked perfectly with Sarai and Naomi.”

Now it’s Harry's turn to inspect every inch of her as she explains every section of the suit. She has a silver belt around her waist; keeping it together is a heart. She feels Harry run his fingers over the heart and waits for him to notice the small detail she added just for him.

There’s a gasp and a tug of her waist as he looks up at her and then back to the belt where the heart's center is engraved with HS.

“You didn’t!”

Bel giggles, “it is Harryween. Had to have an ode to you, mi vida.”

Harry pouts, leaning in to give her a long-awaited kiss, “I love it,” he mutters against her lips. “You look incredibly sexy. Gave me a stiffy.”

“H!” She exclaims.

He shrugs, “it’s true. Now give me kisses before they come to steal me away.”

And, of course, Bel happily obliges.

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The show was like no other; the fans were shocked when Harry and the band came out as Grease members. It is safe to say that Danny Zuko is not what they were expecting, even with all the small hints he dropped with the Ferris wheel.

Bel is standing with Naomi and Sarai, chatting about wanting a snack and which one would go backstage when Harry finished talking to a fan about losing her job and wanting Harry to hire her. He moved to the other side of the stage, hidden behind Sarah’s drum kit. She settled for watching him on the screen. Naomi was leaning next to her, looking through the photos she had Lloyd take on her phone, wanting to see which one she wanted to post to her social media. Bel let Naomi deal with that hard decision, wanting to focus on Harry speaking to a new fan.

“What’s your name?” He leans in closer. “Hani, Honey, oh, Anahi.” He laughs. “Got it.” He smiles down at the fan gesturing to their sign. “Can I read your sign?”

“Yes, please!”

Harry smirks, standing up and pulling his microphone cord with him. “What is Miss Belmonte dressed up as?” The sign has him laughing, but Bel is shocked he decided to read it. “Very polite.”

“She's here. How lucky are we all? Actually, we were watching Grease together when I got the idea. She thought I’d be a wonderful Danny, so make sure you thank her.” The fans cheer, but the cameras still don’t pan to her, and she’s thankful. “Back to your question, why doesn’t she show you?”

The crowd screams, waiting to see a spotlight shine down on her, but what happens next no one expects. The camera focuses on Bel, who looks flustered but waves proudly. Sarai and Naomi standing next to her, laughing and recording.

“Why don’t you come up here, Bel?”

She gasps, quick to shake her head. Giving him a thumbs down, making the crowd laugh. He pouts, thinking she would have said yes right away.

He tries another tactic. “Do you want to see Bel on stage?” Harry asks the crowd. The cheers are enough confirmation that Bel will end up on stage one way or another.

“Don’t make me go and get you.”

Bel knows he would but still hesitates to move towards the stage.

When Tom pushes Bel forward, and Lloyd is there to guide her down the walkway and up the steps, she curses Harry’s name under her breath. Mitch looks apologetic as she mutters to him to help, but everyone else cheers seeing Bel on stage.

She steps up next to Harry, accepting his extended hand, glad he was kind enough to offer her comfort.

“Hi, amor.” She greets quietly, not knowing the microphone caught her soft words.

“Hello Bel, not your first time on stage, is it? You seem like a natural.” Harry teases.

Bel knows he’s still a little jealous; she always told him no after going on stage in front of a sold-out stadium for another artist she likes and is friends with.

“Care to introduce yourself?”

He extends the microphone to her, but instead of taking it, she leans closer. “I’m Y/N Belmonte, but my friends call me Bel.”

“Can I call you Bel?” He jokes.

“No. We’re not friends,” she teases.

Harry takes it in stride, “ouch, don’t worry, I'll keep calling you baby.”

She giggles, feeling overwhelmed. “Well, tell the people of Los Angeles and the surrounding area what you dressed up as for Harryween?”

“I–”

“Wait,” he cuts her off.

She frowns “what?”

“Your hair? It’s different.” He’s playing his part so well, and Bel loves him for it.

Harry gasps. “I think yours looks more natural. Your team and my team are going to have a talk, anyways back to you,” he gestures for her to continue talking.

“I hate you,” she mutters as he brings the microphone back toward her. Harry squeezes her hand three times, and it calms her enough to know she’ll be getting off the faster she does this.

“I’m Sam from Totally Spies,” Bel tells the audience, who cheer in recognition. The cameras show her in her green latex suit and gadgets belt with Harry’s initials in the center. Her favorite part of the design.

“Wonderful! If you don’t know where that’s from, it’s okay. It's an American show. Came out in 2001. Sam is a teenager in Beverly Hills who lives a double life as a student and a spy. Pretty cool.” Harry explains for Bel. Sarai gave him the run down backstage, and it’s safe to say Harry was fascinated. “Thanks, Bel!”

Harry hugs her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Oh! Her best friends dressed up with her, Naomi is Clover, and Sarai is Alex. Say Hi!”

The camera pans over to Naomi and Sarai, who are in an intimate embrace when they realize thousands of people are now staring at them. They laugh, waving at the crowd and blowing kisses.

“Did I embarrass you? Was that enough?” Harry asks Bel, and when she nods, he lets her go. “A round of applause for Y/N Belmonte. Let's see how many more nights she joins us after tonight.” Harry jokes. “I'm afraid this might be it.”

As nerve-wracking and thrilling as the moment was, she was glad Harry wanted to share that moment with her. She knows there will be talks of them together, some good and some bad, but at the end of the day, she loves him.

Harry made it up to her pretty quickly when he surprised them all by singing Hopelessly Devoted, an artist both Harry and Bel loved dearly. It’s a song Harry sang to her all the time recently, claiming it had been stuck in his head when in reality, he had been rehearsing. It’s a song that holds many memories of her childhood; now, she gets to add these memories of Harry.

It truly was a special night.

thank you for reading <3 I adore you.

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“The house at 10550 Rocco Place in Bel Air came with an intercom system connected to the front gate which saved Priscilla from a jealous fan not long after we moved there. While Elvis and a few others guys were watching TV in the living room, I was in my bedroom near the kitchen. All of the sudden I hear Priscilla yelling over the intercom, “Sonny..Jerry... help!”

I bolted to the door, yelling at Elvis that Priscilla was in trouble.

When I got there, I saw a girl who appeared to be in her late teens and about 250 pounds grappling with Priscilla. When she saw me, the girl let go of Priscilla's hair and ran to her car, got in and locked the doors. Another guy and girl were in the car. I recognized Priscilla's antagonist - she was a regular who because of her size we called "Tiny." Later in the house, Priscilla told us that Tiny had followed her as she drove home and almost caused her to get into an accident. When Priscilla stopped at the gate, she confronted Tiny and demanded to know what she was doing.

Tiny called her a whore and even though she was small, no one was gonna talk to Priscilla like that. She promptly clocked Tiny with an uppercut.

After making sure Priscilla was fine, I ran up to Tiny's car and yelled through the rolled up window, “You'd better get your ass out of here now, because Elvis sees you, he won't like it!” Tiny's response was to stick out her tongue and start making faces at me. I really wanted her to scram because there was no telling how Elvis would react upon his imminent arrival.

His reaction was hot - he came pounding down the driveway, went right to Priscilla and asked if she was alright. “Yes, but that girl is big fat pig,” Priscilla replied and Elvis advanced on her car with a head full of steam, screaming, “You big, fat, no-good bitch!” then he began kicking the car and pounding his fists on the windshield, yelling at her to open the door.

Tiny stayed put and screamed back, “I'm underage! If you touch me, I'll sue!” Elvis was far past considering the legalities of the situation. He started looking around the roadway and I knew he wanted a rock to break the car window. Before he got hold of one, I screamed, “Get the hell out of here now or he's going to break that window and then that head of yours!” Luckily for her, Tiny started the car, hopped the curb and peeled away. We didn't see her for a long time but then she started showing up at the house on Monovale Drive. By then a regular, welcome visitor to the house was a woman named Pat Balasko, who was seriously into karate. Elvis called her “Karate Pat.”

When Tiny reappeared, Elvis asked Pat to have a talk with her. Tiny hadn't changed. She started shooting off her large, filthy mouth and then she made an even bigger mistake and tried to get physical with Karate Pat. Tiny ended up on the ground and Pat warned her that if she ever blotted our skyline again she would get it much worse. We never saw Tiny anymore, and Elvis presented Pat with a TLC necklace in gratitude.”

Excerpt from “Still Taking Care of Business” by Sonny West.

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again on the topic of the image of "diverse thus progressive" foreigners seem to have about Brazil, this quote by Ângela Figueiredo about being black here comes to mind:

"Almost all of us are born 'whitened', as there is a predominance of aspects from the white culture - if we can call it such - in our society, and only 'darken' or turn black over the years those who choose to include in their lives aspects related to the 'black culture' and become curious enough to learn about their past."

worth noting again that unlike the US, with its segregation laws and the one drop rule, Brazil went through what we call the "Whitening" - an ideology backed by social darwinism and race science imported from Europe that promoted miscegenation between white and black people as a solution to "the black problem". this was the driving force behind the policies that openly invited european (white) immigrants to Brazil in the early 20th century. the idea was to completely eliminate the physical aspect of blackness (rather than blood composition) through miscegenation, which gives you a better idea of why, in Brazil, your race is largely determined by how you look, and why concepts like "white-passing" are ill-fitted here. it is in our white and wealthy's best interests that the rest of the world see our diversity as a victory over racism, when it's merely a byproduct of it. and that's not even going into the amount of black women that were raped or sterilized in this effort to Whiten the population.

anyway, now for some personal anecdotes: I'm parda (a general term for 'mixed'; in my case, mixed black) lightskin, and thinking back to my childhood, Ângela Figueiredo really hit the mark with that quote. I was born and raised in a mixed/black community, and within my own family I was often pressured to clip my nose to make my nostrils thinner, to straighten my hair, was made fun of my lips, etc. at school, although most of us were mixed black, every time a white kid transferred in they'd be the talk of the month. I was surrounded by kids that looked just like me, and yet this reverence that my white peers received made it clear who we should be looking up to.

on the TV it was even worse - I don't watch TV anymore so I can't tell you how it is nowadays, but throughout my childhood there was barely any representation of what our population actually looks like. when there was, it was a black maid to a white family or some romanticized take on slavery. we had to watch american shows if we wanted to see black people - The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Everybody Hates Chris, My Wife and Kids, Brandy's Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella, and so on. and although I don't keep up with TV these days, I can tell by the ads I'm bombarded with that at the very least brazilian corporations have realized that they can capitalize on diversity. nothing too risqué, of course. those black girls in box braids and those black dudes with afros have to look just neat enough to be acceptable, not at all like those favelados. (and on the topic of favelas - impoverished areas inhabited mainly of black people - , it's no surprise that brazilian funk, a music genre originated in favelas, garners a type of exterior criticism that, rather than address issues like the sexualization of young girls as a direct result of racism, simply turns its nose at something it deems inherently inferior.)

there's this vicious cycle within mixed/black communities where we're encouraged to shed our blackness in order to escape racism since we're very young, not realizing that in doing so we're perpetuating it. it was only really after I graduated high school that I stopped shying away from my blackness, stopped trying to disguise my nostrils, stopped killing my body trying to look like my white peers. recently my mother told me that my cousin, who'd straightened her 4b hair her entire life, finally stopped and is walking around with a head full of curls. I was elated to hear that.

I'm not too sure what the point of this post is besides giving you some insight into how racism works in Brazil, but one thing I'd like to emphasize is: watch out for brazilians - and latines in general - who claim "we're all mixed", especially when using that as an excuse for their racism. not only is that false, even if we were all mixed, that's only a testament to how hard this country tried to erase the "stain" of blackness.

#ok to rb and encouraged even #br

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🎀.°Grace Lovelace; Lore”

“I always wanted to be on TV, being a star would be a childhood dream come true. So you can imagine how happy I was to receive a colorful envelope?„

- Mary Bel Martinez

• Grace Lovelace; The beginning

Grace Lovelace is a character with a focus on feelings, her goal in the series is to teach children and their neighbors how to express their feelings and how healthy it is to be honest with yourself.

Grace is a kind and lively girl, she loves to play with her friends and help them with literature. In some episodes it is mentioned that she lived in the big city with her parents, but moved to seek adventures and self-knowledge.

It was believed that she would be a romantic match for Wally, as she made romantic poems for him in several episodes broadcast on TV. However, the Show stopped being broadcast before a romantic event occurred between them.

• Mary Bel Martinez; The journey

Mary was a dreamy girl, smiling girl and loved theater. Her biggest dream was to appear on TV and be a Hollywood star. She persisted in her dream and never changed her mind. She spent sleepless nights dreaming and praying for a company to hire her.

Her family was normal but they never gave her the support she needed. Everything she could do she did alone.

Then the happiest day of her life came, she was finally hired.

“Working with Welcome Home was a very important step in my life, every day was full of fun... full of fun„

That's what she thought before things drastically change. Gradually, her identity was erased, she no longer heard her own name come out of the mouths of the directors. It was common for her arms to get purple spots because someone from the studio decided to take her somewhere that she didn't want to go. Her privacy was also erased, and although such actions were not sexually oriented, taking her clothes without her permission is still horrible. It was frightening, and in that fear she realized something...

“They...call me Grace all the time, control me all the time, use me all the time...all the time I feel like a puppet„

This went on for months, years... and then something happened, and we all know what: Welcome Home stopped streaming and everything disappeared.

What happened between the scenes? We don't know, we just know that a beautiful girl with brown hair was found abandoned in the forest. Her bones were fractured and deep cuts lied on her wrists and ankles. Whatever happened caused her to partially lose her vision too.

“Mary Bel Martinez was still alive, but something died with her„

Her parents didn't recognize her, her friends didn't recognize her: “Where is my daughter...my daughter has green eyes and a kind smile, that thing is not my daughter!„ - that's what they said, and then they left and cut contact

She was completely alone now.

She was referred to a psychiatric hospital for professional help. It helped. After that, she was able to return to society, as someone completely unknown.

"How is she now?"

—She is "fine" now. I heard that she started to work as a teacher at a kindergarten. Even though she's gotten cold, quiet, and a little mean, she still loves kids.

"What do you mean Partially Blind?"

—She doesn't talk about it much, she says she sees everything red and black and so dark it's impossible to walk down the street without her Green Cane (Ps: Green canes means the person has low vision, White means completely blind and Red means blind and mute).

"Black Glasses?"

—They don't help at all, actually make her completely blind, but she prefers it that way, it's more comfortable, she says.

.°Thank you so much for reading!!💜

#my art #welcome home oc #welcome home original character

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thealmightyemprex · 3 months

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10 Sitcoms I like

Soooooo I realize when talking about shows I like ......I dont talk about Sitcoms alot,I tend to discuss cartoons,Superheroes ,and fantasy/Sci Fi adventure fair cause that tends to be what when I watched TV what I was drawn too

However I did watch Sitcoms ,mainly when younger ,and these are the ones that stood out to me

Blackadder:My absolute favorite sitcom,I love the cast,the historical jokes .Its one that gets better each season and thankfully there arent a lot of episodes

Fresh Prince of Bel Air:Probabbly my favorite live action American Sitcom .Will Smith ,James Avery and Joseph Marcell are the scene stealers

Futurama:Possibly my favorite animated sitcom.....That is the Fox seasons.I have seen some of the Comedy Central seasons and none of the Hulu seasons,but I vividly recall binging the original run ,its one I need to revisit

Simpsons:Now after a point in after season 22 -24 I kind of lost track ,but so much of my sense of humor was shaped by this show

Suite Life of Zack and Cody :Of family sitcoms certainly the one I watched the most

Scrubs : One of two shows that seemed to be on ALL THE TIME when I was a teen .Love Dr Cox

The Nanny:Was on Nick at Nite ,and I loved the cast and humor and especially Niles,one of the best butler characters ever

That 70's Show :The other show I watched cause it was always on

I Love Lucy :Its a bonafide classic ,probabbly one of the great American sitcoms and most important TV shows ever

The Munsters :Universal monsters sitcom,of course I would love that

@ariel-seagull-wings @minimumheadroom @theancientvaleofsoulmaking@themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie @amalthea9 @princesssarisa

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The End of Us

TITLE: The End of Us PAIRING: Tom/OC (Belle) RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY:

[A/N - This exists in my Alternate Universe where Belle and Tom broke up and she started dating Max Irons. Inspired by an imagine by @theartofimagining13]

Belle was reading in her room when Ben entered. “There’s someone here to see you.”

Belle glanced at her phone.

There wasn’t a text from Max. He normally texted her when he was outside so he didn’t have to go through Ben all the time.

“It’s not Max. Just…come downstairs.”

She followed him down the stairs and saw someone sitting on the bench near the front door. They lifted their head and Belle let out a shaky breath. “Tom.”

He gave her a sad smile. “Hey Belle.”

“Wha…What are you doing here?”

“Matt told me you were back in town.”

“Did he?” Belle made a note to call him later.

“Can we talk?” Tom asked.

Belle nodded.

Ben stood there awkwardly before he suggested, “Why don’t you talk in the garden? It’s such a lovely day.”

Belle and Tom walked out the back door to the garden.

“It’s gorgeous,” Tom told her.

“Thank you.”

The garden was decorated with an abundance of flowers and trees. Belle had hand picked all the flowers and the lawn ornaments.

Tom noticed that quite a few of them were Disney characters. At least that hadn’t changed. “Perfect place to read. Or daydream,” Tom said.

They walked over to the small fishpond and sat down on the bench nearby.

“What did you want to talk about?” Belle asked.

“When did you get back? You’ve been in New York, right?”

Belle nodded. “A few days ago. We’re on break at the moment.” Belle had been dancing for the New York Ballet.

“How’s Max?” Tom asked.

Belle winced. “He’s fine. Filming a TV series.”

Tom reached out for her. “I’ve missed you.”

Belle pulled away from him. “Don’t.”

“What? It’s true.”

“I…I’ve missed you too, Tom. But…you broke my heart.”

Tom sighed. “I know. I know and I’m so sorry.”

Belle let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know why I was surprised. Seems like you fall in love with all your co-stars. I shouldn’t have expected you to stay loyal to me. All those gorgeous actresses.”

“Belle…”

“What? It’s true.”

“What about you?”

Belle turned to Tom. “What about me?”

“We split up and you go running into Max’s arms.”

Belle’s mouth dropped open and angry tears filled her eyes. “I did not go running into his arms! He called me to invite me to an opening of Jeremy’s play.”

“What? And you just happened to fall into his arms? Of all people it had to be Jeremy’s son.”

Belle stood up, fed up with the conversation.

“Wait! Belle!” Tom grabbed her arm.

“Don’t touch me!”

The two stared at each other until Belle’s phone started ringing. She pulled it out and saw it was Max. She sniffled and answered. “Hey baby.”

“Belle? What’s wrong, darling?”

Belle swiped at her eyes. “Nothing. I was watching a Disney movie and you know how it gets to me sometimes.”

Max laughed softly. Belle could see the smile on his face and the loving look in his eyes. “My sweet Belle.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m still at the studio, but we’re wrapping up soon. Can I see you tonight?”

Belle smiled. “I don’t know. I’ll have to check with the warden.”

“Don’t you know I’m a king? I can order him to let you go or else I’ll have his head.” Belle giggled.

Tom’s heart ached hearing her laugh. He remembered when he was the one making her laugh.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Max said.

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Max hung up and Belle finally looked up at Tom.

“You…you love him?” Tom asked.

“Yes.”

“That’s it then?”

Belle nodded. “You’re still Ben’s best friend. There’s nothing I can do about that, so I’ll always be in your life. But as for a relationship…I don’t think…”

Tom nodded. “I understand. I hope Max makes you happy.”

“He does. I’ve never felt like this for anyone.”

If Tom was honest, that comment stung. “Good. That’s all I want for you. I should get going. Lizzie is waiting for me.”

Belle tried not to let it show that the mention of the woman hurt. The woman Tom had left her for. Belle nodded. “Max will be by soon,” she said.

“Goodbye Belle.”

“Goodbye Tom.”

Tom went back inside the house, leaving Belle alone in the garden.

Belle sank to her knees next to the fishpond, tears streaming down her face. Two arms wrapped themselves around Belle. She grabbed onto Ben’s arm and buried her face in his chest.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

It wasn’t okay. Nothing about this okay.

But maybe it would be.

#tom hiddleston imagines #tom hiddleston #Tom/OC

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