[MEDIUM WINGS. PARMESAN CHEESE REALLY MELLOWS OUT THE HEAT. HOW FAR WOULD YOU RUN WITH A PIECE OF LEAD IN YOUR HEART. ANYTHING GEORGINA HAS ON THE MENU IS GOOD.]
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Barbarian was one of the most disturbing movies I’ve ever seen……I wanna go buy a ticket for the next showing
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Finished the Pride and Prejudice book and 2005 movie and I gotta say I liked the movie way better
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Actress Georgina Ibeh Biography - Age, Career, Education, Early Life, Family, Movie, Awards, And Net Worth
Actress Georgina Ibeh Biography – Age, Career, Education, Early Life, Family, Movie, Awards, And Net Worth
Actress Georgina Ibeh Biography – Age, Career, Education, Early Life, Family, Movie, Awards, And Net Worth
Let us discuss Georgina Ibeh’s Biography in terms of her Age, Career, Education, Early Life, Family, Musics And Net Worth and much more.
Georgina Ibeh, a Nigerian actress, television personality, and film producer, was born on May 29 in Imo State.
She rose to prominence after starring in…
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hmm okay to round up some current disparate tmagp thoughts into one place:
-> the fear taxonomy: I'm not quite sure where I sit on the desires theory currently, but I think it's worth noting that while both of our case subjects from the first episode were explicitly afraid of the spooky things happening to them, none of the rest have been, and I think it's really interesting that tom the horror blogger's whole problem was that he was so desensitized to fear it made him foolhardy (the exact thing our lovely ms georgina barker overcompensated so hard to avoid). yes, you could pick probably any archives statement and try to frame it around a desire instead of a fear because that's how character motivations work, but I don't think it's wrong to point out that since episode two all of our subjects have been remarkably chill about the Horrors happening to them. I'm not totally onboard with the desires at time of writing, I think there a few details that don't quite line up with that idea, but I'm still keeping a pin in the theory.
I also don't think it's wrong to point out that things like "music so hauntingly beautiful it makes a crowd tear itself to bloody pieces" and "paranoia and eye-related gore popping up in conjunction to the magnus institute" are familiar scenarios and seem to match up to the entities as we know them. those are very specific motifs connected to very specific types of Horrors and I think saying it's random coincidence that we're seeing them again is a bit of a weird take.
-> norris, chester, and augustus. in-universe, these voices appeared out of nowhere about a year ago, and one of the central mysteries set up so far is "what the hell is up with all this weird tech?", I think it is a perfectly reasonable assumption to think these voices are part of the mystery and not just an excuse to get jonny and alex's voices in the show. if that were the case, why would there be a third voice? yes, this podcast is meant to be comprehensible to new listeners, but I don't think that rules out any direct ties to archives, I think part of the function of having fresh protagonists who don't know anything about the events of archives is that, if the audience needs to learn anything about the first show, they can learn it along with a viewer-surrogate character.
personally, I think it very unlikely that the voices are literally jon, martin, and jonah's actual consciousnesses trapped in computers, I think those characters' stories are done and there's something funkier happening here (neither them nor not them but a secret third thing, yknow), but dismissing any idea that the voices are related to the characters, again, feels like a weird take.
-> gwen bouchard. honestly I feel like the way the production team have treated gwen's connection to elias vs the way some fans have come at is kind of illustrative. I've seen a couple of groups of fans get weirdly smug about the idea that we don't know gwen is related to elias, her name could just be a red herring, meanwhile on the tmagp post-launch stream everyone there took it as obvious that gwen is a bouchard and thus related to elias. not everything is red herrings, guys. it would be an extremely weird writing move to set up a bunch of stuff with clear links and parallels to archives and have it all be meaningless.
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Vent 😡
So, I’m feeling incredibly down about the news that NF has a new show coming out and it looks suspiciously like they dumped our show for DBD.
It’s hard to see any positivity at the moment. I worry that our numbers just aren’t what they need to be to make it worthwhile for another streamer to pick it up.
I also have my suspicions that NF are such a*holes that they would block it any way possible.
👻BUT then I remember that they only have streaming rights.
👻I remember that Rachel Prior was fighting for this to be made for 10 years.
👻That it took 3 years of writing and prepping to get the first season to air.
👻That it received critical acclaim from multiple quarters.
👻I remember that Georgina Stroud backs us and has openly said she is marching alongside us in the fight for S2.
👻And most importantly, I remember that CF have not yet said, "all bets are off guys, it’s over".
I know we have the books📚. In a way that makes it worse because to see the full story brought to life would have been beyond amazing.
So I’ll keep hoping and praying and manifesting and doing whatever I can to do my part to see our deepest wishes come true. That means actively tweeting, sending emails and supporting our wonderful LockNation anyway I can 🤗💕
Because this story is worth nothing less than 100% effort.
Just reckless enough
🖤💙🧡⚔👻
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Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist
In This Edition: You join the gals on a mission below decks, officially meet Ralph, and have a crisis of conscience!
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"Are you going to sleep all day?"
"Yes," you grumble into your fluffy pillow, wishing your aunt would move along and let you finish a wonderful dream about dancing.
"You can sleep when you get home, come on!"
You keep your eyes shut, clinging to the last wisps of your dream. You want to see his face. To know whose arms were wrapped around you, floating with you across the dance floor like you were weightless.
A smack to your rear plucks you from the dream world and drops you back into your cabin. The lights are on, and your aunt stands above you impatiently.
"Good morning, sunshine. Ready for breakfast?"
You groan and haul yourself out of bed. The next hour is spent making yourselves presentable. The hour after that? Eating a breakfast that, you have to admit, was worth getting out of bed for.
After a walk around the promenade, your aunt drags you to the swimming pool. You find the concept a bit odd, but how often does one get to swim aboard a ship sailing on the ocean?
You didn't really know what to expect, given that it was the first of its kind, but the swimming pool was fabulous. It was much larger than you'd imagined it would be, and over five feet deep. You happily swapped your dress for a rented swimming costume and spent over an hour splashing around with other curious ladies.
Titanic was scheduled to stop near Ireland to pick up a few new passengers just before midday, and it would be the last land anyone saw for days. You didn't want to miss it. You and Aunt Molly went to the deck and sat in the sun as you watched the ship approach the coast. You stayed there until time for lunch, then went below deck to have another wonderful meal. The time seemed to fly by.
Molly decided to stay and chat with the ladies after lunch, so you went back to watch the departure from Queenstown by yourself. It had grown windier, but you didn't mind the fresh air. You wrapped your arms around yourself and stared at the land in the distance, wondering if you'd ever see it again.
This may be your last grand adventure. It had been a wonderful trip, and you'd been lucky enough to experience a great many things that most people would never get to. But were you really ready to go back home and resume your normal life? To plan a traditional wedding and be an obedient wife and an attentive mother in the little town you'd grown up in? Forever?
"What are you doing up here all alone?"
You whip your head around to see Victoria, Georgina, and the girls from your table last night. Your face breaks into a smile.
"I'm just taking one last look at Ireland. It's the last land we'll see until we reach New York."
"How dreadfully boring!" Victoria laughs. "Come with us, we're going below to pick out a peasant for Nora!"
A girl in the back of the group blushes, and you recognize her as last night's loser; the final dance partner of Victoria's brother.
"Alright," you smile, falling into step as the group proceeds inside to the elevators. Victoria secures directions to the third class accommodations from the lift attendant - who warns her away from the unpolished people below - but she reminds him that she paid for the privileges of a first class passenger, and can go wherever she damn well pleases. You aren't sure if that's truly the case or not, but it seemed to convince the nervous operator. You split into two groups and ride the lifts down into the belly of the ship.
Victoria leads the way to the third class lounge with determination. When you enter, the room falls silent.
"Alright, Jane," Victoria orders, "Pick one!"
Jane scans the faces beginning to whisper, and points at a man you'd imagine to be Italian and in his 60s, sitting at a table playing cards. "That one!"
The girls giggle. You feel like you're in a zoo. Only, you're one of the animals. Every pair of eyes in the room is on the group of first class girls who'd come down to gawk.
"Go on!" Victoria grabs Nora's shoulders and pushes her forward. The girl stumbles at first, but finds her footing and marches right up to the elderly stranger, bends at the waist, and kisses him. She stands and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smudging her lipstick slightly, and returns to the group triumphantly.
They howl and cackle and congratulate her.
You wish you'd slept in.
The man sits there in a daze. You wonder what might be going through his head. A strange rich woman, just walking up and kissing you on the mouth? That surely doesn't happen every day.
A little boy, walking like he'd just learned how, wobbles toward the group and distracts you from your discomfort. You watch curiously, wondering what he's after. He reaches for Victoria's dress, which is covered with shiny metallic beads.
She sees him coming and leaps back with a squeal, snatching her dress out of his grasp. He giggles and wobbles faster, thinking she's playing a game with him.
Victoria keeps backing away, elbowing her way through the gaggle of other girls. When they spot him, they scramble and take off in the opposite direction, like the child is diseased. He pouts when they disappear from sight without playing with him. You wish you had something to give him; a trinket, a flower, anything to show the poor child that at least one of you is a human with a beating heart.
His mother rushes over to snatch him up, giving you a frightful glare, and you rush down the hall in search of the girls you'd arrived with.
"It's so disgusting down here, I need fresh air and a clean dress," is the first thing you hear from Victoria, who hasn't even noticed you were missing.
Everyone follows her back to the lifts. You bring up the rear. Nora the Loser is dismissed, and sent back to wherever the other girls competing for Ralph's affection - and a "heart-wrenchingly expensive" necklace, you'd recently learned - were spending their time.
You want to retreat and find a book, or go exploring on your own, but the devil on your shoulder tells you to stay. How often does an opportunity to observe the idle rich present itself, after all? Even if they are "heart-wrenchingly" horrible? Perhaps you'll write a book about them someday.
You step onto the promenade deck and breathe in the ocean air, feeling better already. The group walks in a slow circle around the ship, and you listen to the girls gossip about fashion and other passengers and the like. You didn't have a lot to contribute, but they didn't seem to mind.
Eventually, they stop for refreshments in the Café Parisien, a lovely room full of comfortable wicker chairs and ivy-covered trellises. When the gossip turns to white noise, and you take in the details of the decor. You've been to so many breathtaking places on your vacation, but somehow, this brand new ship seems just as wonderful as architectural wonders that have been standing for thousands of years. You could wander this ship for a lifetime and still not notice all the fine details.
"Hello!"
An enthusiastic voice breaks you out of your reverie, and you turn to face the smiling young man at Victoria's side. Right. Her brother, Ralph. The object of many young ladies' affections.
"Hello!" You can't quite match his tone, but you return his smile as best you can. He beams, like no one has ever said hello to him before. His big brown eyes twinkle with excitement, and you wonder if his dimpled cheeks are starting to hurt. It's absolutely adorable.
"Down, Ralph!" Victoria snaps. "She's not for you!"
His face falls, your heart pangs. The poor boy shifts bashfully and stares at the ground.
"It's nearly time to dress for dinner," he says quietly. "You said you wanted to pick out my outfit."
Victoria smirks. "Go to your room and wait for me."
He retreats without a word. You watch his slumped shoulders exit the café doors and wonder what happened to the happy boy who was dancing with different dames all night. He seems like a different person now. Why does he let her boss him around like this? Victoria turns to make sure he's gone, and then leans in conspiratorially. All the girls at the table mirror her.
"Do you want to know what tonight's task is?"
The girls hold their breath and wait.
"They'll have to kiss him! The last person to do so will have to go down below and invite a steerage rat to dinner in the lounge!"
The girls gasp and cover their gaping mouths.
"In public?"
"Where they'll be seen?"
"Oh, Victoria, that's simply wretched!"
"I know!" she says smugly, leaning back in her chair and popping a pastry in her mouth.
The girls giggle, but your excitement about being included is definitely beginning to wane. Is this fair to the man who will be chosen to be part of their spectacle? Could he refuse a first class lady? Would it be fair to Victoria's brother, who was being used for their amusement?
"Alright, let's go dress for dinner," Victoria orders, draining her glass and standing. Everyone else follows suit. "Wait until you see the awful thing I'm going to put Ralph in, you're all going to die laughing!"
You broke from the group to go back to your cabin and dress for dinner with Aunt Molly. You helped each other into fresh outfits and returned to the saloon for another exceptional meal that helped take your mind off the girls you'd escaped. They'd all gone to the À la Carte Restaurant, but you told them that you'd promised your aunt that you would join her for dinner. It wasn't a lie; you just didn't tell them that she would've happily sent you off with people your own age. But you didn't want to. You needed a break from them.
By the time the dessert plates were removed, you thought you might give socializing one last try. This was a rare opportunity for you, after all. And if nothing else, it would make you appreciate being ignored by the other girls like them when you returned home.
You excuse yourself from the dining saloon and return to the lounge, arriving just in time to see Nora pull Ralph to the dance floor. Last night's loss has clearly not disqualified her from continuing the game.
"There she is! You missed all the fun," Georgina pouts, pulling you into the chair next to her. "I stalled Ralph so Victoria could tell the girls about the new incentive she thought of during dinner: Take Ralph to bed and keep him out of Victoria's hair for a full twenty-four hours, and you'll get to spend the rest of the trip with us! Look how she's hanging all over him!"
Your eyes drift back to Ralph and Nora. He's telling her something, and she's laughing frequently and loudly. Touching him as much as she can get away with in public. It's all fake. He can see that, right?
"Does Ralph know that he's playing a game?" you ask.
"No!" Georgina laughs. "It's just a bit of fun. He's hopeless and pathetic. They're bored and loose. Victoria's a genius, don't you think?" You open your mouth as if to answer, and then think better of it. Georgina notices your change in mood. "Don't you realize how lucky you are? Other girls are willing to be defiled by him for a chance to walk the promenade with us. You got in free of charge!"
This is why you never fit in with the girls at home; because they're exactly like Victoria and her gang. Scheming wretches who only care about social status, or money, or the latest fashion, or today's gossip, or having fun at someone else's expense. They don't care about people, or feelings, or things that actually matter. They're just like your mother. You'd rather be alone than be part of this.
You get up without another word and exit through the nearest door. It's chilly out, but it's better than being in there. You walk until you reach an open section of deck and find a bench. You sit for a moment, staring at the bright stars. It's so peaceful out here.
You lie down, stretching out across half of the double-sided bench, and stare upward so that all you see is the night sky. The stars look so much clearer than they do at home. Is it because there are no city lights to interfere with them? Or has your world really changed so much, that even the stars look different now?
You lie there and ponder until you hear footsteps and giggling. Pick another bench, you beg silently. Just keep walking.
"Here we are," a man announces before two bodies come to rest on the other side of your bench. Do you get up and leave? Pretend you're not here? What if they notice you? Should you pretend to be asleep?
You hear them kiss, and wish you could roll off of this bench and land two decks below.
"Dearest," the girl purrs. "Do you think you could show me your stateroom?"
"My stateroom?" the man asks.
You know that voice.
"Yes," she breathes, probably in his ear. "I bet it's fabulous."
"But… but…" he protests.
"I'd like to show you something," she whispers suggestively.
"Wh-what would you like to show me?" he stutters.
"Shhhh. It's a secret."
His breath hitches. You wonder where her hands are, and wish you were literally anywhere else.
"D-don't you think we ought to get to know each other first?" he asks nervously.
"I know all I need to know, lovey," she purrs.
You sense a shift on the other side of the bench, like he's trying to slide away. He yelps. She laughs her stupid fake laugh again.
You scoff.
And then you freeze.
You didn't mean to.
If discovered, you planned on pretending to be asleep.
But two heads peek over the top of the bench at you. You're caught. Do you apologize, or go on the offensive?
"What is it that you know about him?" you ask. Offensive it is.
"Pardon me?" she asks.
You sit up. "This person you've shared a whole two dances with. What do you know about him?"
"Plenty of things!"
"Such as?"
The question seems to stun her. And of course it does; he's only a pawn in a silly little game, isn't he?
"The reason he's on board? His favorite course during tonight's dinner?" She stares blankly. "Here's an easy one: What color are his eyes?"
She glances at him before answering: "Blue, obviously."
You might laugh if the brown-eyed boy sitting next to her on the dark bench beneath the stars didn't look so crushed.
"Do you even like him?"
"Of course I do!" she insists, hand over her heart as if you've offended her to the very core.
"Then why don't you tell him what you're really after? Or would you rather wait twenty-four hours and let him find out on his own? Would that be more fun for you?"
You run out of steam when you glance toward Ralph and see the recognition dawning on his face.
"Nora?" he asks pitifully. "Is this a game?"
She scoffs and gets off the bench, stomping back toward the lounge. You and Ralph are left alone.
"I'm sorry, Ralph," you tell him gently.
His head hangs, and your "sorry" doesn't seem like enough.
"I'm sorry that they treat you this way, and I'm sorry that I didn't speak up sooner. It's not fair, what they were doing to you."
He shakes his head. "I should know better by now. No one will ever really want me."
"I'm sure that's not true," you argue.
"It is," he sniffles. "Everyone knows it. I'm annoying and pathetic and no one will ever want me. Even my own twin says so."
Twin? Victoria is his twin, and still treating him this way? Your heart breaks for the poor boy.
"I know that I haven't known you for very long, but would you like to know what I think?"
He peeks up at you curiously through his wet lashes, so you continue.
"I think you're a handsome young man with a big heart and a nice smile," you begin slowly. "One day, you will find someone who deserves you. And she won't give a damn what your sister, or anyone else, has to say about you. Because her love will be real, and that will be all that matters."
He ducks his head and wipes away a tear.
"And you're a terrific dancer, too," you add to lighten the mood.
"Thank you," he chuckles, as another tear streaks down his cheek.
"You've ruined everything!" The shrill voice of Victoria cuts through the night like a knife aimed directly at your eardrums.
A crowd has gathered to see who's ruined everyone's fun. Victoria and Georgina are leading the pack. They stand square-shouldered and glare like you've ruined their lives rather than a stupid game. You wonder if you should get up and curtsy.
"We trusted you!" "We treated you like one of us!" "This is what we get for associating with people who clearly do not belong in first class!" Their voices overlap, but you get the gist. They stand there expectantly, as if waiting for an apology.
You give them a shrug.
"Ugh!" Victoria spins and stomps back toward the lounge. Georgina follows, and then the rest of their herd.
You let out a slow breath when they disappear from view. Where do you go from here? You and Ralph sit in silence until you can't stand it anymore.
"Well…" you chuckle. "I supposed I should get to bed, before they decide to come back and toss me into the sea."
"May I walk you?" Ralph asks, trying to dry his eyes subtly as he rises from his side of the bench.
"You don't have to do that," you smile.
"A lady ought not be wandering alone at nighttime, even on a ship as grand as this," he says, puffing his chest out in an attempt to appear broader than he is.
"If you insist?"
He nods and holds his arm out. You take it gently.
"I'm sharing a cabin with my aunt on A-Deck."
Ralph nods in acknowledgement and leads you the long way around instead of to the door you'd both recently come out of.
The walk passes in silence.
"This is it," you say quietly, turning to face him when you reach your door. "Thank you for the escort, Mr… I'm afraid I don't know your surname."
"Penbury," he supplies with a sad smile. "But please call me Ralph."
"Ralph it is, then." You introduce yourself, thank him once more, and he leans down to kiss the back of your hand like a gentleman who hasn't just had his heart broken.
"Good night, kind sir," you whisper when he stands.
"Good night, lovely lady," he whispers back.
You step inside your room, close the door, and listen to him walk away before getting dressed for bed.
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This is very good point of view from someone who is active on Instagram. 30k followers is a decent amount and worth investing by smaller brands. This person knows what she/he is talking about.
You have to pay for reach too, which will be an additional cost.
The bigger IG influencers have multi-pronged strategies that include reality shows (Georgina, Tamara Falco, Kardashians), scripted shows, blogs, YouTube, fashion mags, etc… That’s what I expected Meghan to do. IG alone won’t cut it.
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[previous- naughty version]
[previous- nice version]
“Thank you, my darling,” says Georgina. “I’m in a much better mood now. The prospect of having lunch with Mother is much more bearable after multiple orgasms!”
“You’re welcome,” says Vinnie, his eyes crinkling with love and amusement.
“I just hope she’s finally gotten the message that we don’t want her interfering in any of the wedding planning.”
“I think she might have, after you threw all those magazines she’d bought in the bin and told her that you’d rather get married in a piggery,” says Vinnie with a gruff rumble of laughter. “The look on her face was worth bottling.”
Bunty had dropped round last weekend with an armful of Bridal magazines and had breathlessly announced to Georgina and Vinnie that friends of hers from tennis owned a gorgeous wedding venue surrounded by olive groves that could cater for over two hundred people, and she had arranged for them all to go and have a look at it that very afternoon! This was a few days after Georgina had told her firmly that she and Vinnie just wanted a simple garden wedding at home with no more than twenty guests. Bunty also refused to believe that Georgina didn’t want a designer wedding gown, nor a honeymoon, and all week she had been spamming Georgina’s email with pictures of wedding dresses and links to various exotic travel destinations. So it really wasn’t any wonder that Georgina had finally snapped. Bunty had told her that she was selfish and ungrateful and that she would never try to help her with anything ever again! Then she had flounced out, slamming the front door behind her, gravel flying under her tyres as she sped away up the driveway. A few days later she had phoned Georgina and invited her to lunch at the Golf Club today as if nothing had happened.
“You know what would make lunch with Mother even more bearable?” says Georgina now to Vinnie. ”If you came along too.”
“I’ve got too much to do here, Girl. The whole vineyard floor needs composting.“
“So you’d literally rather shovel shit than have lunch with my mother,” says Georgina.
“Those are your words, not mine,” says Vinnie, another deep growl of laughter escaping from his granite-like jaw.
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OC Masterlist
Band of Brothers
Valerie Harmon - Once a bright-eyed university student, fascinated by all things art history, Valerie's life in France is thrown into chaos by the Nazi invasion, severing her from her family back in Vermont. A chance encounter with an Easy Company Captain reignites previously forgotten hopes of ever seeing home again, but even this is not without its trials.
Camille Whitney - Following the death of her youngest brother on the Western Front, Camille puts her nurse training to use and accompanies Easy Company on their journey through Europe. Utterly family-oriented, she finds new brothers in the men around her, but none could replace the one she has lost.
Marcie Clark - Growing up in San Francisco threw Marcie into the path of Joseph Liebgott, her childhood sweetheart and first love. But after circumstance and prejudice push them apart, it takes a war to reconcile their friendship as what it really is - a romance that never truly faded.
Faye Warren - An aspiring journalist, driven by the legacy of her father, Faye finds frustration in her line of work, constrained by the expectations thrust upon female writers. In a last act of desperation, she chases a story all the way from London to Nazi-occupied France, hoping to find an opportunity amongst the men of Easy Company.
The Pacific
Anna March - After her family is rocked by horrendous tragedy, Anna finds herself permanently changed by the time her childhood friend, Eugene Sledge, returns from war. Both irrevocably scarred by the events of the last few years, they must come to terms with the new people before them whilst still struggling with old, long buried feelings.
SAS: Rogue Heroes
Diana Fayed - Adopted out of poverty by an infamous army general, Diana’s whole life has revolved around proving her worth and becoming the soldier her father believes she can be. Overlooked and dismissed by her superiors, she finally finds a place among the unruly ranks of the newly formed L Detachment, a group that will prove to be her biggest challenge yet.
Masters of The Air
Frances 'Frankie' Bevan - A qualified aircraft mechanic and member of the WAAF, Frankie has spent her entire youth fascinated by all things mechanical. Her latest posting at Thorpe Abbotts promises to be no different from her previous jobs at first, but the 100th Bomb Group are nothing like the RAF pilots she's used to, and Frankie's about to learn that the pain of war will find you no matter where you are.
Georgina 'George' Aarons - Frankie's best friend and a telegraph operator at Thorpe Abbotts, George's budding romance with the pilot Curtis Biddick was only ever going to end in tragedy.
Susie Lamb - A Captain and driver in the Auxiliary Territorial Service, Susie has a reputation for being perhaps the most disliked woman in all of Thorpe Abbotts. However, as the sixth of eight children from a near-impoverished family, it becomes alarmingly clear that the answers to her present lay in her past, and she's not quite the woman everyone thinks she is.
Gwen Dastrup - Chicago native and daughter to Danish immigrants, Gwen's dreams of becoming a published historian are dashed by the breakout of war, and she volunteers with the Red Cross, becoming a clubmobile girl at Thorpe Abbotts. But when she catches the attention of John Brady and RAF Captain Michael Fenton, she is torn between choosing the man she loves and the easiest route to achieving the career she's always aspired to.
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I'm a bit late to the party, I was waiting for everything to be out before judging. [it's long but I think worth reading it]
the way you choose to be represented is very important and has always been because it's a powerful tool -the way kings represented themselves in painting, dictators or presidents for their official portrait is really important and says a lot about them. here, Kelly, her agency and the editor-in-chief decided that it was a good idea to appropriate the usual representation of drivers: the helmet on the cover, the racing suit, cars visible on almost every pictures and filming the promotional video inside a garage and filming her driving a car with a racing helmet/suit, justified by the narrative of «she can because she's the daughter of a world champion and the partner of a world champion/F1 driver so it's part of who she is» but it makes no sense because Kelly isn't a racing driver and more importantly, don't want to be a driver, she wants to be a model and made it clear on her interview, so why using something foreing for «her» cover and moment? it was a prime opportunity to go beyond the «someone's partner, someone's girlfriend». and it doesn't make sense either with her persona: she never wears anything motorsports related, hardly post about it if it's not Max and don't seem to follow any other racing categories than F1 -she doesn't look like a motorsports fan that would attend many racing events or closely follow races/championships and doesn't fit her instagram vibe:
the photoshoot that «represents her because racing is part of her identity» / her instagram feed (without Vogue recent photos) > 1 thing racing related: going to see her boyfriend race/Louis Vuitton ad
something I find interesting: out of all the picture posted by @.kellypiquetsource, she choose to post on her own account only the ones linked to motorsports, not the ones next to the swimming pool that are more model-like. most people won't buy the magazine, so they will link Kelly Piquet to racing because of the promotional video and the way she appropriate the codes of racing. if I'm being honest, if I see this magazine in a store, I won't think she's just a model on the cover of a magazine because when someone's name is clearly visible on the cover and is linked to a sport, it means that the person is know in this sport. for example: (there is not a lot because athlete usually do more model-like shootings if it's not a sports magazine) but we can mention these:
Simone Biles for Times 2021 (I don't think I need to present her 😅) / Pusarla Venkata Sindhu on the left, a badminton player that got a silver medal at the 2016 Rio OG, known in India, here for Harper's Bazaar in 2021
the cover choice of Vogue NL really looks like one of photos of the Harper's Bazaar Arabia featuring Amna Al Qubaisi — link to the article because it's really interesting (and the photos are breathtaking) and clearly, there is no difference in the structure of the cover than the 2 previous magazine cover, when the 3 other than Kelly are professionnal athletes. you can genuinely thinks she's a racing driver.
Kelly's cover / Amna Al Qubaisi for Harper's Bazaar Arabia of Novemeber 2022 - she drives in the regional F3
here the covers of 2 females drivers in not-motorsports magazine: we see the leather jacket and helmet for Susie and the racing suit and gloves for Jamie (when the other girls are wearing dresses) -helmet, leather jacket, suit and gloves are really linked to motorsports and say «that person is a driver» and were used by Vogue to link Kelly to motorsports.
Susie Wolff in 2014 for The Weekly Review (lifestyle magazine) / Jamie Chadwick for Asian Wealth in 2018 (lifestyle magazine)
2 other example: Georgina Rodriguez magazine covers (she had them and a career thanks to be being Cristiano Ronaldo girlfriend so it makes sense to compare the two) it's very fashion and not related to football at all because she tries to build her own persona (and her Netflix show is going on the same direction -I didn't watch it but that was the idea of it I think 😅) her name is not in the middle and she looks like any not-famous model you can see on magazines. the other example is Zhou that, like Lewis did (but as we always talk about him I choose my beloved Guanyu instead, so many people sleep on him 😅) choose to not use the usual racing codes you can see on motorsports magazine. nothing is racing oriented, you can't think he's a F1 driver when you look at the cover, it's really fashion oriented.
screenshot of a Google research for their name + «magazine cover»
here, I put 4 covers of Vogue Netherlands featuring models without their names on the cover so they choose to represent Kelly as a known person because her name is really visible, known in the racing world because it's not fashion photos and the racing world is everywhere, and as a driver because there are all the codes of racing. on the other collage, I put 4 athletes on Vogue covers: Lovlina Borgohain, (a professional boxer), Naomi Osaka, Neymar and Serena Williams > none of them, like Zhou, used their sports for their image when it's their whole life and the reason they're known (I don't forget about Gisele she's just not the subject here)
on the left: Vogue NL February 2012/December 2019/June 2021/May 2021 / on the right: Vogue India October 2021 / Vogue January 2021 / Vogue Brazil May 2014 / Vogue February 2018
I honestly don't think it's dramatic she got a cover that way but I was expecting a fashion photoshoot to back what she keeps trying to do: becoming a model -I don't consider having done 2 professional shootings for magazines and invited to less than 5 shows in 1 year being a model), but not a full racing photoshoot. she keeps saying motorsports is part of her life, but where? she didn't mention in the interview the only thing she did in the sport: working for the communication of FE. I really dislike the fact that she used codes that aren't hers only for a shooting because she don't care about racing, so it makes no sense, and if Vogue wanted to put a racer on the cover, they just call one or hire models but they don't make someone that never drove a racing car a «female in motorsports» because real woman in motorsports are hardly given any screentime or attention, struggle so hard to have sponsors to drive and face so much sexism -it makes me sick that any wag has more followers and attention than female racing drivers, or that people cares about the woman working in motorsports only if they're pretty. this is a prime example of it, because she's not just «a model», they made her part of the few woman that worked so hard to be there, when she never did.
she's «more known» as a model, they should have stick with that and focus the article on fashion (especially when people say to defend her «it's a fashion magazine» well, then how do you explain that athletes on the covers talk about their career and journey on «fashion magazine» interviews? plus she has a rather good fashion sense and worked in the field before, and it would have fueled her career as a model. and the interview wasn't even about fashion at all, but her private with Max. that being said, the way they promoted the article here (I can't put the screenshot, it's only 10 media/you can translate it with google) clearly shows that she's a side character on this: on the cover because of Max -I guess they wanted a couple shot like the ones below- and about racing because of her dad. about her dad, it's ridiculous and disgusting that Vogue could shot at his house and casually mention him and put his name on their magazine but the police can't find him when there is an enquiry about him for being racist, without forgetting about his nazi salute, the fact he threatened the new president but we put his name and house on display???
iconic Gigi Hadid and Zayn Malik cover Vogue August 2017 / and lovely cover of Achraf Hakimi (Psg player) and Hiba Abouk (Spanish actress) Vogue Arabia October 2022
thank you for reading, it was really long, I'm sorry 🫶🏻 there's a lot more to say, but this shows that people aren't unhappy about the «@nlvogue January/February 2023 Cover Girl» because they just randomly decided they don't like Kelly, there is reason for people saying they should have chosen a female driver. and of course, what she said in the interview that we already talked about here
Thank you so much for this nonnie! To the tag it goes in case someone else finds it interesting too.
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[“It is worth remembering that there is an intrinsic class tension in all workplaces – between the interests of managers or owners, and the interests of workers. The structural role of managers and owners is to extract as much profit as possible from the labour of employees. In theory, decriminalisation brought sex workers’ workplaces in New Zealand up to the legal level of other workplaces in terms of workers’ access to rights and safety.
This is not to say, however, that decriminalisation has eliminated exploitation, any more than other workplaces (for example, restaurants or construction companies) are free of exploitation simply because they are not criminalised. Decriminalisation cannot wash away class conflict between the interests of management and employees; instead, it aims to mitigate the intense workplace exploitation that is propped up and fuelled by criminalisation.
To be able to work indoors with friends without fearing arrest adds to a worker’s power in their relationship with their manager. Ultimately, if they need to, the worker can leave and work with friends. This power is reflected in the data: since New Zealand implemented decriminalisation, fewer people are working for managers; more are working in shared flats with friends. (Managers even complain about this!) When working together is criminalised, predators can use the threat of arrest against workers, as we’ve seen throughout this book. In contrast, workers in New Zealand’s small co-op workplaces are not vulnerable to violent men using the law against them in this way. As a worker in this set-up told the Prostitution Law Reform Committee, ‘I feel more confident now I know I’ve got rights … there’s no fear now of being caught by police. It was difficult when I was younger. I felt like a criminal, and was less assertive.’ Petal, another private worker, says,
I just think the biggest thing with the law change is … emotional support for the girls to say, ‘Yeah, you’re not doing anything wrong … you’re only doing a job.’ I think that’s the biggest thing … saying it’s not illegal … that’s what I like about the law. It’s supportive.
New Zealand implemented some additional forms of regulation which – unlike German or Dutch laws – are designed with the benefit of sex workers in mind, rather than profiteering, control, or punishment. For example, one provision of the Prostitution Reform Act stipulates that if a sex worker wishes to leave the sex industry, they can access Social Security immediately, without facing the temporary penalty to which they would have been subject had they ‘voluntarily’ left another job. How did this come to be?
In 1988, the New Zealand government started funding a newly formed sex worker led group: the New Zealand Collective of Prostitutes. The NZPC was funded as a health-promotion group; its founding basis was that sex workers should be able to ‘take control of their own health programmes as much as possible in order to determine the direction those programmes should take’. The NZPC immediately identified the criminalisation of prostitution as a serious problem in the lives of sex workers and pressured the government to set up a committee to investigate decriminalisation. Throughout the 1990s, the NZPC worked on bringing their bill to Parliament; in 2000, MP Tim Barnett brought forward a proposal to decriminalise sex work. It passed in 2003, significantly helped by the intervention of MP Georgina Beyer, a Māori trans woman and former street-based sex worker. Beyer told Parliament, ‘It would have been nice to know that … I might have been able to approach the authorities and say: “I was raped, and, yes, I’m a prostitute, and, no, it was not right that I should have been raped.”’
The law was shaped by sex workers themselves. Beyond any one specific regulation, this was crucial – the extensive involvement of sex workers in putting together the law and the focus on the safety of people who sell sex are what distinguish decriminalisation from other legal models. Indeed, the text of the PRA describes its first priority as being to ‘safeguard the human rights of sex workers’. It is extremely unusual for legislation that deals with the sex industry to explicitly conceive of people who sell sex as having rights at all, other than the right to be rescued from being ‘sold’.]
molly smith, juno mac, from revolting prostitutes: the fight for sex workers’ rights, 2018
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“and i don't give a fuck what anybody says about me ; its not worth it”
ꨄ︎ loves : my friends. sleeping. reading. writing. gory horror movies. blood. gore. slashers. makeup. high end fashion. platform boots. dior lipgloss. juicy couture bags. cats. shopping. my inner monologues ; shadow n zoe. stars. hearts.
! characters : jenny humphrey. eric van der woodsen. chuck bass. georgina sparks. lisa swallows. taffy swallows. randy meeks. mickey altieri. kirby reed. robbie mercer. tybalt. ginger fitzgerald. baby firefly. jason dean. rafe cameron. jj maybank. dallas winston.
ꨄ︎ movies / tv shows : gossip girl. scream 2 and 4. lisa frankenstein. romeo and juliet (1996). twilight saga. speak. any of john hughes movies. heathers. mean girls. clueless. trinkets. house of 1000 corpses. the devils rejects. 3 from hell. the outsiders. rumble fish. terrifier 1 and 2. the walking dead.
ꨄ︎ music : ayesha erotica. chase icon. gwen stefani. joan jett & the blackhearts. the runaways. kesha. britney spears. the bravery.
! books : blackwoods institute. solitaire. twilight saga: new moon. gossip girl. speak. the outsiders. ⋆˙
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The truth is that someone who has already frequented environments where Georgina has already frequented (before and after fame) knows that people do not have a positive image of her. I was in a salon where she was a customer and almost every employee rolled their eyes at the mere mention of her name. She couldn't do the bare minimum, which is to be polite with anyone, because she thinks she's superior because she has scholarships worth thousands of euros.
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ART ALERT
Ok look at this brother/sister duo by Georgina Donnelly, who is going to do the 3rd member of the unholy triad and bring Ricky Porter to life next!!
Katy Porter (17F) is making a List, and checking it twice... and once she ascends to eldritch godhood, you'd better pray you're not on it, because she's coming for you whether you've been naughty or nice. A girl's gotta feed, and if she thinks you're worth it, she will hunt you through space and time and devour you whole.
Where to find her: Briefest of cameos in The Crows, MC of Thirteenth, secondary MC of The Day We Ate Grandad, by C. M. Rosens
Hobbies include: reading, cross country running, and collecting cat pins/badges
Wes Porter (29M) is impossible to remember most of the time, but this is definitely how he WANTS you to see him. Is this really his face? Nobody knows for sure. What is certain is that he can lodge his image in your brain like an addiction, a permanent itch you can't scratch, and drive you into orgiastic frenzies of destruction.
Where to find him: Brief cameo in The Crows, secondary MC of Thirteenth, antagonist/love interest in Overexposure, and MC of The Day We Ate Grandad, by C. M. Rosens
Hobbies include: recreational drugs, clubbing, the sex club/kink club/swinger/hook-up scenes (yes, as a hobby rather than a lifestyle, he doesn't commit to anything if he can help it), fashion, make up, driving and collecting sports cars, listening to Classical music, collecting expensive brooches... look, he has undiagnosed ADHD, ok? There are a lot more.
You can get all the eBook files in the whole series for £9.99 right now in my holiday sale!
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george is my new daughter but she's still in development mode so here's a bunch of unorganized, still to-be-confirmed rambles about her
georgina "george" "georgie" "gina" quinn; she/her; personality types tossed onto the graphic set here. obligatory pinterest.
part-time baker, tutor, and superhero. inherited aerokenisis (air manipulation abilities) from her parents, both well-established and famous heroes of freedom city.
has an older brother named zachary, he wields hydrokenisis openly while working as one of the city's firefighters and supers. also has a younger sister named charity, she doesn't appear to have inherited any powers and certainly doesn't have a dozen complexes about that fact.
parents: madeline & nathaniel quinn. undecided powers, though likely of elemental variety due to zach and george's ones lmao. potentially part of a group of supers, not determined yet. typical Good Guys type of heroes, decades worth of time spent cutting off crime and dispatching supervillains. heavily influenced the moral compasses and worldviews of their two oldest kids (honor and kindness above all, violence is the last resort, peacekeeping and protection are the goal), lessons they taught are remembered and acted upon even after their deaths reasonably lead to questioning if their ways worked. charity is somewhere around ten years younger than george so she had less time with the parents = conflict with her older siblings on their noble ways which got their parents killed. had quite a few awkward sibling meals end because of those "debates".
hero identity: zephyr. outfits are shades of sky blue and white, always with a hood and matching mask to obscure (some of, comic logic lets it work) her features. isn't spotted as often as other supers, but her vibes are known nonetheless: never fatally wounds, focuses on crowd control and flight, leaves criminals to the police instead of taking justice into her own hands. she'd only do it against chunky baddies who can tank damage but the image of her chucking various objects and items with the use of her powers is pretty fun. other power uses: speed bursts, electricity immunity, manipulating weather (incredibly exhausting on a bigger scale, not done often). has minimal hand-to-hand combat training that she learned from zach, taken up only if she's forced to ground herself during a fight and even then she tries her best to find ways to avoid it.
purely for fun, she's eternally a little chilly because i decided it'd be silly for her wind powers to affect her that way. her wardrobe reflects that and results in annual comments on how she's wearing ridiculous clothing during the warmer months.
the only quinn sibling to pursue education beyond high school, though it never saw much use due to hero life. i'm stupid do not ask me to specify her studies beyond physical science please and thank you <3
in her early teen years she started working at the family bakery (quinntessential confections) on-off, then eventually as an actual job during high school and college. had the privilege of flexible scheduling bc of the whole family-owned thing, which came in handy when she started to join in the supers activity alongside schoolwork.
was 23 when her parents were killed by doc holiday—a malefic entity from another dimension that takes human hosts to inflict its will, defeated in the 60s but recently returned possessing a college student to once again spread terror and violence. the quinns couldn't bring themselves to kill the being as he was controlling a poor kid that wasn't in control and actively hated everything the entity used him to do, which resulted in their deaths as holiday was motivated only to cause as much destruction and suffering as possible.
(might?? have a fun little thing of george having known the guy who holiday decided to turn into his puppet. add even more conflicting feelings to things.)
george ended up inheriting the bakery, while also needing to help cover the family home, which led to her doubling down on citizen work rather than super. she took up tutoring on the side, putting her studies to use there instead of searching for anything in those fields as she couldn't dream of letting the bakery go.
pastels are her beloveds and it's clear from the Everything about her. the bakery decorations, her bedroom, her wardrobe and accessories, etc etc. those things can also display her obsessive and perfectionist nature, everything must be neat and clean or it nags at her.
smth smth running battle with the umbral huntress who keeps trying to sway george towards altering her moral code because the city has so much corruption and her way of doing things is too "soft" to make a real impact. i'll bang out details later, important part is shoving my hero and my vigilante/villain together is fun and sexy. george never wavered until the deaths of her parents, unfortunately some of the huntress's points started to hit after that (probably won't last or truly change her mind?? but a fun journey to go on).
lowkey sims obsession and i don't think her gaming experience would go far beyond that franchise tbh. sometimes self-care is spending hours meticulously building a new school in sims 4 because you don't like the set-up of the default one included in the expansion pack, y'know.
listens to audiobooks as she works and her book collection is probably mostly of that variety, any printed ones are from childhood/teenage years or random ones bought to match an aesthetic she wanted for decorating a shelf or two.
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