#barbara 'barbie' robertson

[delucadarling]

The pysical affection prompts -- reaching out with their hand without saying anything, wanting the other one to grab it + Mason and Barbie? Only if you like!

Working with vampires means working outside her comfort zone, Barbie has found. She prefers a warmly lit room with minimal clutter, plenty of pens, her organizer filled with fresh paper, and maybe some gentle, instrumental music. No other distractions. Nothing to do but focus on her work.

These days she finds herself tromping through the damp, dark, and cold woods more and more often. A cool breeze, a sign of the quickly approaching Autumn, bounds through the air, ruffling her ponytail and sliding down the back of her jacket. At least Mason shudders at the same moment she does.

Despite the chill in the air, it's clear he doesn't mind the rest of their mission tonight. He walks through the dirt and undergrowth like he barely notices, silent as the fog that lingers around them.

Together they step through a patch of moonlight breaking through the canopy of leaves above them. The silver light makes Mason glow, kissing his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, his broad chest--

A short gasp escapes her as another damned root grabs at her not-yet-broken-in hiking boot. She stumbles, but manages to catch herself just fine. Irritation distracts her for the next stretch of their walk, until the back of Mason's hand brushes hers.

"Sorry," she says. It's happened a few times now, mostly due to the narrow path and her inability to see very well. Mason huffs, then his hand brushes hers again.

Oh. She squints at him in the dark, but he's looking dead ahead still. Not quite ignoring her, but certainly avoiding meeting her eye. Stretching her fingers out, she finds his hand. He turns his palm, allowing her to tangle their fingers together.

Letting Mason lead her like this makes the walk much easier. His thumb drawing over her first knuckle makes it much, much harder.

#darling speaks #ask meme #wayhaven #thank you for the ask! #I'm trying really hard to get out of a writing rut #mostly been reading #trying to dip my toes back into writing though #and these really help #twc #twc mason #barbara 'barbie' robertson

[delucadarlingwriting]

WIP Wednesday

I got tagged by my dearest @crownleys <3

I'm still in a heck of a writing slump, but I'm chipping away at it with my shorthand practice. My writing is much choppier and stiff, because I'm spending most of my effort in just remembering how to write at the moment. So while this is written out, I plan to mostly use it as an outline, because I do love playing in this AU.

The premise of this AU is Barbie is a...not-quite-Trapper contractor who works on the outskirts of Agency law. She gets captured by Unit Bravo during a mission gone sour, and the scene below is a snapshot of the interrogation. This Barbie is a bit more shrewd, and fully intends to turn her arrest into a job.

I'll tag @eldritchnonsense @agentnatesewell @steamysthings and @swordsandspectacles if any of you feel like it!

#wip #twc #wayhaven #barbara 'barbie' robertson #twc rebecca #as I've gone through this I've found a lot of circular writing #but considering this is mostly for practice with shorthand I'm being a bit forgiving to myself #Thanks again crownleys!!

[crownleys]

Happy Halloween!

Featuring Kira and Nat as Cinderella & Prince Charming, and @delucadarling's Barbie and Mason as Little Red Riding Hood and The Big Bad Wolf!

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc fanart #twc mason #twc n sewell #twc nat #nat sewell #mason wayhaven #nat x detective #mason x detective #kira/nat #barbie/mason #kira kingston #barbara robertson #kira made all the costumes! (well -- except for Mason) #my wayhaven fanart #my art #hopefully this will be halloween post 1 of 2... gotta try to finish the spooky ones before the evening

[agentnatesewell]

tremendous tasks, dear friends

the wayhaven chronicles | barbara robertson (f!detective) / nate sewell / mason + family (lucas daniels) | 5k words | rated G

happy holidays to @delucadarling on this twelfth night and epiphany eve! i have simply fallen in love with barbie and had such a wonderful time writing for her for the @wayhavensecretsanta

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Within the forested woods surrounding a deceptively inconspicuous town, one brimming with holiday cheer and festive wishes, bustling with last-minute preparations of a yuletide celebration for humans and supernaturals alike, sits a dilapidated building. A relic of a time ago, thought abandoned and unbothered, hiding a veiled mansion beyond its crumbling facade. 

In this warehouse, now as familiar as home, Barbara Robertson - detective or agent depending on when and who one asks - sits in the center of the living room elegantly dressed for the season. One last task, a final check-in, for the next day’s Wayhaven Christmas Fete remains, and her trusted Filofax is set securely nearby, traded for a cup of steaming, glasses-fogging drinking chocolate. Hands warming against the gold rimmed and whimsically painted precious porcelain, she shifts her attention from event planning to listening, intently, of past traditions once forgone and now renewed. 

In this living room, now his home, Nathaniel Sewell - agent and acting commanding agent, a temporary promotion until their team leader returns from a self assigned important mission - sits adjacent, on the floor with long legs tucked beneath him; sweeping his hand over carefully laid materials, collected from the nature surrounding them, on the ivory lace-embroidered cloth covered coffee table. He picks out a hard confection from a glass jar in the middle of the table, passes it to her then reminisces, “My earlier days, when I was with my family, during the Advent period before Christmas Day, my brother and I would spend the morning hours collecting what we could on our grounds. Not dissimilar to what we’ve found on our strolls in town and the community garden this autumn.” 

Long branches of holly from the gardens, deepest green leaves with sharp, curved edges, clusters of bright, reddest berries; vines of ivy growing along on the outer stone of their home, long stems dense with lined green and white leaves; hardy sprigs of rosemary from their kitchen window garden, fragrant and robust; precious bundles of mistletoe, from the town’s nursery, with pretty pearlescent white berries; and perhaps his most prized possession of the season, from a bespoke shoppe, a singular pear sitting on a bed of gold foil. 

“Are you making a wreath,” she inquires, leaning closer to the greenery. Fingers already occupied with proffered candy instinctively seek her pencil, and blindly slide behind her ear, in case there is need to write any pertinent information of this tradition. As she inspects, Barbie notices there isn’t any sort of evergreen present that she’d become accustomed to with modern wreaths, though perhaps Nate had used all he could find to festoon along the fireplace mantle, perhaps all the evergreen in Wayhaven and the surrounding forest. 

“A Christmas Bough.” The corners of his eyes crinkle as a smile plays at the corner of his mouth, voice trailing and he falls into a fog of nostalgia, happy memories returning to overshadow those which usually haunt him. As his thoughts fade, Nate chances a glance at Barbie, and he is pulled back into the present. For behind a curling strand of her blond hair, fallen away from her gilded claw clip, peeks a twist of red and white, and the scent of peppermint. The pencil which is usually there in her hand, in peril of becoming her drink stirrer. 

“Barbie?” 

“Nate?” The abrupt change in his tone, now alarmed, draws Barbie away from her study. She looks up towards him, green eyes peering over her red plaid-rimmed glasses, taking note at how amusement highlights the honeyed hues of his brown eyes, and how he’s closing the already narrow gap between them, brows raised questioningly and silently awaiting permission to come closer.  

And it is easy for her to grant him such permission, as Nate is always so careful, comforting, safe, even in this spontaneity, and Barbie is quite curious what it is that has attracted his attention. 

The brush of his thumb across her cheek, his fingers curling at her temple and over the shell of her ear prove far more exhilarating than any spice and sugar rush incurred during the holiday season. Nate chuckles, deep and resonating, just as silver bells sing, and he pulls away, his palm open. “You might find that peppermint candy complements the dark chocolate of your beverage far more than your pencil might.” 

“What,” Barbie looks at her cup, pencil between the rim and its high handle, and groans. “Oh my god.” Shaking her head, she drops the utensil with a sharp laugh. “Guess I needed this break. Helping Tina organize the Fete  at the station this year is keeping me busier than I imagined. Especially with all of,” she waves her hand, “this.”

Nate knows she is referencing her continued training with the Agency and on-call, standby assistance for the Wayhaven Police Department’s local cases - taking a holiday encouraged, always, during their sporadic diners at the local bistro - but does hope she has been enjoying the past week spent transforming their, in his opinion, humble home into a Christmas wonderland so expertly designed, it would rival the most elegant department store displays. And though Adam and, by order, Unit Bravo, had been convinced by Nate’s suggestion of team building exercises, Barbie has been enjoying herself. Excitement casting her in gold and silver radiance, she is even more breathtaking, indulging herself in the season. Dressed in themed ensembles, time made and spent introducing Farah to popcorn tins and Christmas themed movies, baking and icing so many cookies, decorating while singing tunes so delightful, he has been humming them both in tandem and alone. 

Regardless, Barbie deserves empathy and understanding, and a second candy cane. “May I say that the Fete has been coming along quite nicely, and will surely be memorable for years to come.” 

“You may,” she accepts his compliment, allowing her fingers, nails painted to resemble ribbon tied gift wrap, to just barely glide along his as she accepts the candy. To avoid a repeat of a near miss, Barbie stirs her drinking chocolate with the straight side of the candied stick, inhaling the melding scents as the steam rises and evaporates into the air. “Thank you, Nate.” 

Pleasant moment aside, and desperately needing the embarrassing moment aside, Barbie points the candy cane, melting end, at the table. “Tell me about your Christmas Bough. I thought it was called a Kissing Bough?” 

Nate nods. “You’re correct. Formally, these were called Christmas Boughs, and traditionally, Kissing Boughs. Every year, from when we could carry in ash wood or willow wood branches, our bough would adorn the doorway to our drawing room, welcoming our guests for the many parties held during the twelve days post Christmas. Usually family, many cousins, family friends.” 

Barbie places her cup on the table, resting her elbow on the edge, listening intently once more. The cadence of his voice again melodic, a nostalgic recitation in celebration of a life passed instead of a sorrow of a life lost. 

“One modern convenience this year.” Nate points to a neat stack of green craft wire, set opposite of the shining pear. “Bending curved tree branches into circles is much easier these days, but I would like to focus more on this particular foliage” 

“Do they hold any meaning?” She asks, knowing too well that rarely does Nate take on a task casually. 

“Holly,” Nate works as he speaks, nimble hands still familiar with the process from centuries ago, tying the branches together with the wire, a blur of green and red repeating until creating a circle. “Everlasting life.”

The irony is not lost on Barbie. By how Nate blinks his eyes, an attempt to keep them clear, she knows it’s not lost on him, either. But then he clears his throat, shapes his mouth back into a smile, and transfers the rest of the holly branches and half of the wire to the space in front of her. An offer to join him, and she obliges; observing and enamored by his hands, mirroring his motions to create a second circle. 

“Ivy,” Nate continues, “dependence and endurance. Rosemary, remembrance.” Running the tip of a finger along the leaves, breathing in the released fragrance, he takes a deep breath. Another breath. 

As silence grows, the bough making process is acknowledged as a memorial by them both. When her half is complete and returned to him, Barbie lays a hand on Nate’s shoulder. Immediately, she feels him relax, and this time the deep breath is an exhalation. When he turns to her, his smile is genuine, grateful for her grace. “Thank you. My apologies, for my sentimentality.” 

“What about the mistletoe?” She squeezes his shoulder, and hopes the question cheers him up. 

“Ah, mistletoe.” Nate lifts a bundle for himself, a second one for Barbie. She keeps it for herself. “A good luck charm. One could, during the celebratory period, greet their guests or each other for a kiss. A suitor could kiss the one they wished to court, on the cheek, and we did make sure all parties were in accordance. All would hope to be kissed, lest they endure the bad luck of being left out. There was a limit, as with every kiss, a berry would be picked. When all was gone, the kissing ceased.” He chuckles, picking a single spray which had fallen out of place. “Milton’s pockets would be full by night’s end, as he was rather outgoing and effortlessly charming.”

Barbie plucks a gem-like berry to roll between her fingers, twisting her lips as her gaze shifts towards Nate, finding he has done the same. It comes as a surprise to them both, a happy and quite welcome surprise, when Barbie closes the space between, kissing Nate’s cheek. Drawing away, she puts the berry in his palm. “There, now you have one, too.” 

Behind a second, cordial-ish, exchange, through the doorway of this living room which has yet to bear the meaningful ornament of greeting, shaking bruising snowflakes off the jacket he’s worn during his overnight patrol of the town - stubborn to accept the order to dress weather-appropriately from their temporary leader, until an approving hum from Barbie, he will keep to himself that he did not mind the shearling-lined leather moto jacket that kept him from freezing - Mason grimaces at the warm welcome of glittering ornaments, the droning and inescapable music repeating too many damn times, and the strong and tangled scents of cassis, eucalyptus, white musk, and pine. 

Thick blankets of snow keep him from his reprieve on the rooftop, and if it was any other season besides one that compels humans to decorate their homes with garish and gaudy blinking lights, corral them into the streets to sing in groups, he would volunteer to take the next patrol. But it isn’t wholly terrible, though. In the living room he can wait for Barbie to tie up any loose-ends, as she’d called them, with her next-day festival preparation; maybe Nate will help her, and Mason can retreat to the quietest and dimmest corner of the room to look out the window and watch the hidden parts of the forest, untouched by merry well-wishers. 

Her voice cuts through his annoyance, happier he knows but unsure how to tell. She sounds like she did the other day as he watched her hang monogrammed stockings over the fireplace, Nate explaining some change, some rise and fall in her sound, more cheerful. When he hears Barbie laugh, the tension in his body fades, and the abrasive reminders of the season taunting his senses fall into the background. Mason sheds his coat, rubbing his hands over his arms to avoid losing too much heat too fast, and follows a conversation to the middle of the room, in front of the couch and on the floor.  

Too far to perch on the arm of the velvet armchair, where he’s most comfortable when Barbie is around, he instead sits on the edge of the coffee table, angling away from the herbs and plants invading his senses. Any other time the seemingly innocuous rosemary would have him retreating, but she turns to him. And Barbie is fucking - glowing. Mason blinks, wondering if his retinas are taking longer to heal from the morning’s snow glare than usual. Still glowing with a pink tint to her cheeks, and damnit if that halo around her doesn’t make him think of that angel on top of their second Christmas tree, and damnit that he’s lost the cool edge to his entrance. 

“Elf got your tongue, sunshine?” Barbie asks, smoothest he’s ever seen her, at least with a candy cane between her teeth. 

In his periphery, Mason spots a small bundle of leaves and the plant is easily identifiable. Cheap, plastic replicas in abundance at the previous night’s party in some sort of garden dome when he’d walked through the park on his route. He swipes a sprig and twirls it, answering, “Wouldn’t mind you catching my ton-”

“Hello, Mason,” Nate sighs, tying what is left of the mistletoe together. “How was your patrol?”

Giggling teenagers and metal scraping at the ice rink and the entire town smells of vanilla, chocolate and sugar, that flashing robotic Santa waving in the air are all enough to keep anything interesting from happening; too chaotic to focus any magic, too much of a headache to get up to any trouble. Mason shrugs, “Same old.” 

Settled, finally giving notice to whatever Nate and Barbie are actually doing, Mason juts his chin in the direction of the circles of holly. “You aren’t done decorating this place yet?” 

“It’s a Kissing bough,” Barbie explains, rising to her knees to meet Mason. Nate subtly coughs the alternative ‘Christmas bough’, likely as a means to keep the atmosphere light and less hot, less heavy - wholesome! “When you’re under, you give a kiss, and get a reward.” She leans in, one hand on his thigh and he grins, arm slinking around her waist, ready for a knock-her-tights-off kind of kiss. But instead of her mouth, his is met with a waxy, tasteless and not sticky clump of berries. “It’s not up yet, Mason.” Smiling, having amused herself, she sits at the coffee table once more, awaiting Nate’s next instruction. 

“You’re welcome to join us, if you would like to thread this wire through the pear.” Nate knows he is pushing Mason’s good will and willingness to participate in any more decorating, yet persists with his inclusion. “This should be our final project.” 

“Wait! One more!” 

From a flash of purple and a cloud of glitzing gingerbread scents and mirth, attention is captured towards the fir and cedar garlanded mantle in this living room, and standing between a cozy, crackling fire and the main Christmas tree, eight feet all and so elegantly adorned, skirt at the base holding exquisitely wrapped gifts, is Farah Hauville - home from one last visit to the Christmas Tree Lot at the edge of town for the season before taking over agent patrol for the rest of the day - standing atilt, resting an elbow on the top branch of a small, a quite small pine tree. 

Amber eyes sparkling with triumph, Farah sweeps her hand out in an arc, resting it on her hip. “Ta da! What do you all think? Natey, Barbie? Mason.” 

Not just quite small, the tree is rather sparse. Uneven weight distribution, inconsistent branch thickness and needle distribution - some thick with vibrant needles while others rather pale and almost white, some with just tufts at the end. A lone pinecone sits towards the base, and there may have been a debate if the bird’s nest fell or broke apart. 

Nate stands, stepping slowly and surely to the tree, mind whirling as he thinks of how to express his thoughts; keep Farah from being crestfallen, express his gratitude for her enthusiasm, how to hide the tree in plain sight and preferably outside. “Certainly a unique tree,” he manages, “though, I do wonder if it would be better suited in the hallway. Could be set in an urn outside of your bedroom door and we can bedeck after your shift - wrap a strand of fairy lights, drape tinsel, use the rest of the ribbon.”

“Knew you’d say that,” Farah replies, bouncing, “This tree has been in that lot since it opened, and no one has given it a chance! A second look! I know it’s not pretty, it doesn’t match the other trees we brought home. It’s not perfect,” Farah flails her arms, pointing to the three other trees in the room that could have been portraits in a magazine. “But it deserves love, doesn’t it? Like the great philosopher, Linus, said.” 

“Linus? I’m not familiar with their work.” Nate pokes at a dull needle with this index finger. “Unless you mean Linus of Thrace, the musician.”

Barbie soon joins, shadowed by Mason, and circles the tree to study it. “‘Charlie Brown Christmas’. Farah and I watched while you read ‘The Gift of the Magi’.”  

“You were even playing the song the next day,” Farah remarks, miming him at the piano. He nods in response, fingertips brushing along the edge of a healthier branch. She continues her plea, turning to throw her arms out, wide and dramatic, and quotes, “‘I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It’s not bad at all. Maybe it just needs a little love.’”

“Farah,” Nate rubs the back of his neck, knowing she’d likely practiced her speech during her last few patrols about town. The tree truly does not fit in with the well planned out, specific aesthetic of the room but he is moved by her effort, her passion. “I can promise to find space for it. In here.” 

To the great shock of everyone, Mason grabs a smooth, circular red ornament from the main tree, fixes it to a sagging branch on the new addition. He comments before Nate can protest, “I like it. It’s irregular, obviously intended by nature to be so. Has character. Leave it where it is, at least it’ll be something interesting to look at.”

Barbie stops pacing, following Mason’s lead, with a green ornament she hangs on an opposite, slightly lighter branch. Just a little trimming, tinsel and lights and ribbon, and this tree could truly be special. One of a kind. Its own new tradition. 

It gives her an idea. 

Leaving the others to discuss re-arrangement, Barbie walks back to sit on an empty space of the coffee table to consult the ‘CF’ section of her Filofax.  A layout of the main room of the Christmas Fete is centered by a hallway length runner rug with tables at either side for Haley’s hot cocoa and treats station, beginning at an entry arch and a dais at its end. On the side of the page, the cast. Elves - Len’s kid and Douglas, Mrs. Claus - Tina, Santa Claus - Lucas, making his debut.  

Lucas, her beloved brother and subject of her final, most important task - confirming his, and Adam’s, flight details and estimated arrival. Barbie checks the time, and tapping her phone screen she notes alerts from his airline. Five minute delay, ten minute delay, confirmation of arrival, a text from him. 

Another hour or two from the city, and Barbie and Lucas will be reunited after far too long apart - and she can hardly wait! Smiling to herself, singing to herself that song from their childhood Christmas pageant, Barbie pencils in a small tree in the space between Mrs. and Santa Claus. She calls to the group, asking Farah, “Could you bring this Charlie Brown Tree to the Fete tomorrow? It’s just the right size, wouldn’t be in Lucas and Tina’s way. Added bonus, the people in town seeing what they missed out on, how a little love goes a long way.”   

Nate places a hand to his chest, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to Barbie. Farah claps hers in excitement. “It would be an honor! I’m going to get Nate’s decoration box and get this little guy ready for the show! I’ll drop it off at the station.” Taking a hold of the tree at its base, Farah lifts it like a piece of paper and runs off and out of the room. And it is a testament to Nate’s reflexes and agility that he catches the two ornaments shaken off, and returns them to their home. 

A ring of Barbie’s phone interrupts the calm in Farah’s wake. 

Video call, her mirror image on the screen and Barbie gives her glasses a quick adjustment before swiping her finger across the glass to answer. 

“Ho, ho, ho!” A voice bellows, and there is a grinning Lucas, dark brown hair expertly mussed under the brim of his vintage, thrift-shop treasure, red flannel and white wool Santa Hat. “Merry Christmas!”

Barbie waves, laughing, widening the camera view to show off the living room, then back to her. Nate greets Lucas, unsure where to stand and if he can even see him, moves to lean over Barbie’s shoulder where the pocket of his brown leather jacket fills the display. His own cellular phone rings and he excuses himself to answer. Mason shakes his head, and, arms folded, walks to settle on the edge of the couch.

Back to Lucas, and now Barbie spots a twinkling flash against the red of his hat, one more, behind him white snow flurrying and thickening with each passing second. His voice muffled, harsh streaks of wind silencing him, though she can pick up the unmistakable and clear, deep accent of Adam Du Mortain, calm and authoritative.

There is a leaden, sinking feeling in her stomach. 

“Snow squall,” she finally hears, and when did Lucas move? Blurred behind the camera lens, he has found shelter inside the doors of the airport. Fellow travelers behind him converge into small groups, collective voices rising in confusion and frustration relaying the news to their loved ones. Airplanes had been taking off and landing, no imminent threat of weather. “Barbie, roads are closed, don’t know when they’ll open. Promise I’ll be home as soon as I can, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to make the Fete tomorrow.”

“Oh. Okay,” she answers, nodding, glancing around the room to find Nate speaking animatedly and Mason watching snow swirling outside. “Just stay safe, Luke, alright? Keep me updated. Is Adam with you?” 

“Ordering the weather to behave,” he chuckles, attempting to keep her spirits from crashing. “Look, Barbie, I’m sorry.”

Trying to formulate a plan, alternatives and logistics, how to inform Tina, Barbie doesn’t respond until she hears her name again. She shakes her head, “It’s alright. Take your time. We will figure this out. Don’t do anything hasty or dangerous, you need to come home in one piece.” Barbie looks at the screen again, zoom tighter on Lucas, notices the same plush red and fluffy white at his shoulders. “Are you wearing your Santa costume?”

“If you’re going to travel for the holidays, you’ve got to travel in style and make a big entrance. Besides, someone has to spread holiday cheer amongst the masses.”

“Keep them distracted and don’t have too much fun. Again, stay safe. I’ll talk to you soon.” 

As she ends the call, Barbie consults her Filofax, searching for an answer. Surely, she wrote up a back-up plan for Santa, Mrs. Claus, and the Elves, and she did but Sung committed to the community Christmas Feast. She turns to a blank page, scribbles thoughts - Surely, Adam will take care of Lucas. Surely, Mrs. Claus could take the place of her husband, saying he needs a head start on his journey, the children could video-chat with him. 

“Barbie,” Nate’s voice is as understanding and gentle as his gait, taking a seat next to her, patting her back with a touch so light it does not register. He finds Mason, raising his brows and tilting his head and in seconds, Mason stands before them. “I spoke with Adam. Unexpected change of weather a few miles northwest of the city, might be due to magic gone awry, and does not appear to be malicious. Unit Golf has been dispatched to secure the situation, and Adam will be working with them. Bravo is on standby, but he feels this should be contained without our intervention.” 

Mason shrugs, Barbie is still writing in her organizer. 

Turning towards her, Nate’s smile is encouraging, “Now, you are in need of a Saint Nicholas for your Christmas Fete tomorrow. Do you have Lucas’ costume? He and I are of similar build and height, and I would be glad to stand in for him.” 

Barbie, facial muscles finally moving and her mouth falling into an unintentionally pretty pout, unlocks her phone, finds her text messages, and brings up a picture to show him, then Mason. Lucas, mid-laugh, Santa hat flopping to the side, Santa jacket open with a white shirt underneath, Santa trousers on underneath, standing with a not so stiff shouldered, slightly amused Adam in the midst of white and colored glistering lights. “Spreading so much cheer that he performed a holiday miracle, making Adam smile.”

Mason, concerned with the pallor of her skin and the dullness in her eyes, crouches down and pats his pockets, where his now banished cigarettes were once stored - to prevent a fire hazard in this room of shimmering, glimmering potential kindling - pulls out a package, a monstrosity, a little cake shaped like an evergreen tree, an emergency treat purchased at the convenience store. Smushed, and he decides there is no way he will let her raise her blood sugar with something that tastes like plastic. “Eat something if you’re going into figuring-out mode. Maybe not this, I’ll get you something that doesn’t look like reindeer vomit.” 

Nate, rubbing his bottom lip with this thumb, remembers the prior year’s Christmas celebrations. A truly magical time in this already magical town, every year healing from the tragedies at the start of their permanent tenure. He recalls a certain gentleman, an embodiment of the legend and a hero to each child, reading their name from a scroll and making them believe to be the most special. “Mr. Rockwell. He was treasured, and enjoyed the role.” 

“Retired. Out of town to visit his new grandchild.” Barbie taps her pencil against the cover of her Filofax. Nate’s mention of the Santa Claus of the past decade, of his generosity and love, his joy infectious, reminds her of a conversation - between Mr. Rockwell and his wife, Lucas and Tina, and her. A transition of tradition. 

“Wait.” Her eyes open wide, sparkling once more with another idea. “We are brilliant! Mr. Rockwell left us his suit, even though it was too short for Lucas, something about keeping the Christmas spirit. It should still be at the station, I’ll call Tina to confirm.” 

Once more in the middle of this living room, Mason returns to see two faces look at him expectantly, and though there is some he does not understand, he understands the faces of two schemers. Especially one who has talked him into decorating more than he ever thought he would in eternity, and one he would do just about any damn thing for. He shoves the cookie, on a napkin to avoid another lecture by Nate, towards Barbie. “Eat this. And what do you both want?”

“Tina said the Santa costume is at the station, and she’s running a lint roller over it to get rid of any dust. You’re about Mr. Rockwell’s height -”

“No.”

Nate makes a second attempt, honeyed words pleading, “for no more than two hours. It would mean so much to this town that has become our home. It would mean -”

“I’m not dealing with any little brat screaming in my ears about some presents.” 

“It would mean a lot to me,” Barbie finishes for Nate, flatly. “We will keep the kids calm, Nate and Farah will entertain them. Tina will talk to them, and you can just check their names against a roster and repeat their wish. Then take a picture with them.” 

“Nope. Besides, we’re supposed to be in the shadows.”

Nate nods, acknowledging that Mason is correct. The accessories, such as the full, white beard, may be uncomfortable for him, as well as the inevitable sounds which come with the excitement of children. It may not be such a fair ask, and there may be some other possibilities. “Babs, there may be some adjustments I can have made to the suit, to accompany the length of my arms and legs. The tailor in town, I am sure, is quite busy. I can, however, make a request with ours at the Agency.”

An attempt to speak comes out as a squeak, and Barbie throws her arms around Nate’s shoulders in a hug. “Thank you, Nate. Really. We should go now, and get to your tailor as soon as possible.” 

Mason, silver eyes sharp and observant, regards Barbie and he guesses she’s relieved, with the sharp exhale of breath, taking a bite of the cookie and writing down some last notes. There is an errant thump in his chest, and he rubs his palm against it. Then regards Nate, also exhaling a breath, longer, and his hands slide into his pockets, their refuge. 

And damnit, her smile is making his jaw tingle, and he stretches it to alleviate that sensation. Damnit, she is so fucking beautiful like this, merry and jovial. And, groaning, Mason drags his hand down his face, wrapping his fingers behind his neck. 

He thinks he might regret this for eternity, but then figures that being able to do what Nate is doing, make her glow like that again, so ecstatic? Maybe that’ll make an afternoon of misery worth everything. 

“Wait,” he reaches, finding Barbie’s hand, and pulls them both up. “You just have to promise to stay near me, alright, sweetheart?” 

Barbie’s mouth falls open, and she truly is stunned, frozen in place as she processes his answer. She then grins, thanking him with a kiss to his cheek. “You got it, Santa.” 

~

In the midst of hazing lights, luminous trees and the rising dawn of the Eve, there is a stir. In this living room, under a bough and honoring the custom of the mistletoe, a couple hushes each other between deep kisses and berry extraction. His senses are heightened once more, and he grumbles an announcement of visitors. She spies past the door and wishes, one small wish, that he will appear.

And to her delight, they are not just any visitors.

The commanding agent will claim this a completed, successful mission, but with a hearty and robust, “Merry Christmal to all!”, Lucas will say that with a little magic, he fulfilled his Christmas promise.

fin.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc fanfic #wayhavensecretsanta #nate sewell #twc mason #mar writes twc

[fewbat]

The Fourth Annual Davey Awards - The Nominees!

Hello! Every year I hold the annual Davey Awards for brilliance in motion pictures that move. This is our fourth year, and it promises to be one that is a year. Let's get to the nominees. Please note that there are some big movies (The Boy and the Heron, Poor Things, The Iron Claw, Ferrari, Wonka, The Taste of Things, for example) that I haven't been able to see and won't be able to see for a while. However, The Boy and the Heron's score was released to streaming services recently and I like the little impatient so-and-so that I am listened to it, and felt compelled to include it for consideration. Without further adieu:

THE 4TH ANNUAL DAVEY AWARDS® NOMINEES

BEST PICTURE

THE ADULTS

ASTEROID CITY

BARBIE

BLACKBERRY

THE HOLDOVERS

KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON

MAESTRO

MAY DECEMBER

OPPENHEIMER

PAST LIVES

BEST DIRECTOR

GRETA GERWIG - BARBIE

MATT JOHNSON - BLACKBERRY

MARTIN SCORSESE - KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON

TODD HAYNES - MAY DECEMBER

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN - OPPENHEIMER

KELLY REICHARDT - SHOWING UP

BEST ACTOR - LEAD

MICHAEL CERA - THE ADULTS as ERIC

HANNAH GROSS - THE ADULTS as RACHEL

SANDRA HÜLLER - ANATOMY OF A FALL as SANDRA VOYTER

JASON SCHWARTZMAN - ASTEROID CITY as AUGIE STEENBECK/JONES HALL

PAUL GIAMATTI - THE HOLDOVERS as PAUL HUNHAM

LEONARDO DI CAPRIO - KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON as ERNEST BURKHART

LILY GLADSTONE - KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON as MOLLY KYLE

JONATHAN GROFF - KNOCK AT THE CABIN as ERIC

BRADLEY COOPER - MAESTRO as LEONARD BERNSTEIN

SALMA HAYEK-PINAULT - MAGIC MIKE’S LAST DANCE as MAXANDRA MENDOZA

NATALIE PORTMAN - MAY DECEMBER as ELIZABETH BERRY

GRETA LEE - PAST LIVES as NORA MOON

DAVID JONSSON - RYE LANE as DOM

VIVIAN OPARAH - RYE LANE as YAS

RUPERT FRIEND - THE SWAN as NARRATOR/PETER WATSON

TEYANA TAYLOR - A THOUSAND AND ONE as INEZ DE LA PAZ

BEST ACTOR - SUPPORTING

SOPHIA LILLIS - THE ADULTS as MAGGIE

MILO MACHADO-GRANER - ANATOMY OF A FALL as DANIEL MALESKI

RACHEL McADAMS - ARE YOU THERE GOD? IT’S ME, MARGARET as BARBARA SIMON

RYAN GOSLING - BARBIE as KEN

KATE McKINNON - BARBIE as WEIRD BARBIE

GLENN HOWERTON - BLACKBERRY as JIM BALSILLIE

KIEFER SUTHERLAND - THE CAINE MUTINY COURT-MARTIAL as QUEEG

DA’VINE JOY RANDOLPH - THE HOLDOVERS as MARY LAMB

DOMINIC SESSA - THE HOLDOVERS as ANGUS TULLY

HARRIET SANSOM HARRIS - JULES as SANDY

ROBERT DeNIRO - KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON as WILLIAM KING HALE

DAVE BAUTISTA - KNOCK AT THE CABIN as LEONARD BROCHT

CHARLES MELTON - MAY DECEMBER as JOE YOO

JULIANNE MOORE - MAY DECEMBER as GRACIE ATHERTON-YOO

EMILY BLUNT - OPPENHEIMER as KITTY OPPENHEIMER

HONG CHAU - SHOWING UP as JO

BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY

Dustin Guy Defa - THE ADULTS 

Wes Anderson, Story by Wes Anderson & Roman Coppola - ASTEROID CITY

David Hemingson - THE HOLDOVERS

Samy Burch, Story by Samy Burch & Alex Mechanik - MAY DECEMBER

Nathan Bryon & Tom Melia - RYE LANE

BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY

Greta Gerwig & Noah Baumbach - BARBIE (Based on the toy brand by Mattel)

Matt Johnson & Matthew Miller - BLACKBERRY (Based on the book Losing Signal: The Untold Story Behind the Extraordinary Rise and Spectacular Fall of BlackBerry by Jacquie McNish and Sean Silcoff)

Eric Roth and Martin Scorsese - KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON (Based on the book of the same name by David Grann)

Steve Desmond & Michael Sherman and M. Night Shyamalan - KNOCK AT THE CABIN (Based on the book The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay)

Christopher Nolan - OPPENHEIMER (Based on the book American Prometheus by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin)

BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY 

Simon Beaufils - ANATOMY OF A FALL

Jared Raab - BLACKBERRY

Jarin Blaschke, Lowell A. Meyer - KNOCK AT THE CABIN

Matthew Libatique - MAESTRO

Olan Collardy - RYE LANE

BEST EDITING

Laurent Sénéchal - ANATOMY OF A FALL

Lucy Donaldson - A HAUNTING IN VENICE

Thelma Schoonmaker - KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON

Michelle Tesoro - MAESTRO

Jennifer Lame - OPPENHEIMER

BEST SCORE

Alexandre Desplat - ASTEROID CITY

Joe Hisaishi - THE BOY AND THE HERON

Robbie Robertson - KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON

Ludwig Göransson - OPPENHEIMER

Christopher Bear, Daniel Rossen - PAST LIVES

Gary Gunn - A THOUSAND AND ONE

PRODUCTION DESIGN

Des. Adam Stockhausen, Set Dec. Xocas Montes, Kris Moran - ASTEROID CITY

Des. Sarah Greenwood, Set Dec. Katie Spencer - BARBIE

Des. Ryan Warren Smith, Set Dec. Markus Wittmann - THE HOLDOVERS

Des. Jack Fisk, Set Dec. Adam Willis - KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON

Des. Anthony Stabley, Set Dec. Salinas Mazure Maria - SAW X

COSTUME DESIGN

Milena Canonero - ASTEROID CITY

Jacqueline Durran - BARBIE

Sammy Sheldon - A HAUNTING IN VENICE

Jacqueline West - KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON

Cynthia Lawrence-John - RYE LANE

MAKEUP

BEAU IS AFRAID

BLACKBERRY

JULES

SAW X

THE WONDERFUL STORY OF HENRY SUGAR

VISUAL EFFECTS

ASTEROID CITY

THE KILLER

OPPENHEIMER

SAW X

THE SWAN

SOUND

ASTEROID CITY

BEAU IS AFRAID

THE KILLER

MAESTRO

OPPENHEIMER

ANIMATED FILM

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES: MUTANT MAYHEM SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE

SHORT FILM

Terrence Davies - PASSING TIME

Wes Anderson - THE SWAN

Warren Beatty - TRACY ZOOMS IN

Wes Anderson - THE WONDERFUL STORY OF HENRY SUGAR

---- We of course announced our honorary Davey winners earlier this month. The list of winners will be released next month. Happy movies.

[gonehollywoodpromo]

hello tags! we're a smaller roleplay with relaxed activity rules, along with a focus on development and forming connections in a safe and inclusive environment free from out of character drama. you can apply for up to three celebrities right away without a para sample, so we’d love it if you checked us out! and here's some of our most wanted faces!  abel tesfaye, andrew garfield, ashton irwin, chris pine, damiano david, daniel kaluuya, idris elba, jeremy allen white, joe jonas, nick jonas, john boyega, ki hong lee, logan lerman, louis tomlinson, matt smith, michael b. jordan, michele morrone, rami malek, ryan reynolds, tom felton, tom hardy, tom holland, tyler hoechlin, will poulter, winston duke, alicia vikander, arden cho, barbara palvin, barbie ferreira, britt robertson, daisy ridley, danai gurira, elle fanning, erin moriarty, hoyeon jung, keira knightley, keke palmer, laura harrier, lily james, lupita nyong'o, maika monroe, maya hawke, mia goth, natalia dyer, olivia cooke, olivia dejonge, ryan destiny, saoirse ronan, suki waterhouse, tessa thompson, thomasin mckenzie, zazie beetz, zoë kravitz, amandla stenberg, demi lovato and emma d'arcy. you're also welcome to check out our most wanted tag and our most wanted page, or just bring in anyone you want to write because we'd love them down!

#celeb rp #fame rp #famous rp #celebrity rp #hollywood rp #plotless rp #rpf rp

[livingthegifs]

Under The Dome: 01.01

By: thejennire

Check the Tags!!! [x]

#utdedit #under the dome #Rachelle Lefevre #mike vogel #dean norris #natalie martinez #britt robertson #pilot utd #alexander koch #jeff fahey #duke perkins #barbie #Dale Barbara #utd #Julia Shumway #linda esquivel #angie mcalister #junior rennie #tv #tv show #pilot #01x01 #s01e01 #scene #episode #stephen king #big jim

[youngfcs]

Family Template A-L | Masterlist

(TODOS | ALL)

A

Adam Driver

Aiden Curtiss

Alia Bhatt

Alicia Vikander

Alina Kovalenko

Alisha Boe

Alissa Violet

Alycia Debnam-Carey

Amanda Seyfried

Ambra Gutierrez

Amy Adams

Amybeth McNulty

Anna Popplewell

Anne Hathaway

Annie Murphy

Anitta

Arón Piper

Ash Stymest

Avan Jogia

B

Bailee Madison

Barbara Palvin

Barbie Ferreira

Beren Saat

Bianca Balti

Bill Skarsgard

Billy Vandendooren

Bradley James

Bridget Satterlee

Brie Larson

Britt Robertson

Bruna Marquezine

Bryana Holly

C

Cailin Russo

Caitriona Balfe

Camila Mendes

Casey Deidrick

Charlie Hunnam

Chay Suede

Chloe Bennet

Chloe Grace Moretz

Chris Evans

Chris Wood

Christian Serratos

Cierra Ramirez

Cody Fern

Cole Sprouse

Conor Leslie

Crystal Reed

D

Daenerys Targaryen (personagem)

Daisy Ridley

Dan Levy

Dan Stevens

Dane Dehaan

Daniel Sharman

Danielle Campbell

Danielle Rose Russell

Daria Sidorchuk

David Tennant

Deepika Padukone

Diego Barrueco

Domhnall Gleeson

Dorit Revelis

Doutzen Kroes

Dove Cameron

Dylan O'Brien

E

Eiza Gonzalez

Elizabeth Olsen

Elle Fanning

Ellie Kendrick

Emeraude Toubia

Emilia Jones

Emily Browning

Emily Robinson

Emily Rudd

Emma Delury

Emma Stone

Emma Watson

Ester Expósito

F

Finn Wolfhard

Florence Pugh

Francisco Lachowski

Freddie Stroma

G

Georgie Henley

H

Halsey

Hayley Atwell

Henry Cavill

Herman Tømmeraas

Hero Fiennes Tiffin

Holland Roden

I

India Eisley

Indiana Evans

Isabelle Drummond

Iwan Rheon

J

Jaimie Alexander

Jakub Gierszal

Jared Padalecki

Jasmine Sanders

Jenna Coleman

Jennifer Aniston

Jenny Boyd

Jesse Rutherford

Jessica Alexander

Jessica Ellen

Jessica Henwick

Jessica Serfaty

Jessica Sula

Jodie Comer

Joey King

Jordyn Woods

Jorge Lopez

Josefine Frida Pettersen

Josephine Skriver

Julia Dalavia

Julia Goldani Telles

K

Karen Gillan

Karl Urban

Kate McKinnon

Katherine Langford

Katherine McNamara

Kathryn Newton

Kaya Scodelario

Keana Marie

Keira Knightley

Keith Powers

Kiernan Shipka

Kim Doyeon

Kriti Sanon

Krysten Ritter

L

Laura Berlin

Lauren Cohan

Lili Reinhart

Lilimar Hernandez

Lily Collins

Lindsey Morgan

Lisa Teige

Logan Lerman

Loren Gray

Lorenzo Zurzolo

Luca Hollestelle

Lucy Boynton

Lucy Hale

Luke Hemmings

Luma Grothe

#masterlist

[silverlake-archive]

The following characters have just joined Silver Lake! Please go over the checklist, make sure everything is in order, and send in your account in under 24 hours.

- - - - - -

Barbara “Barbie” Torro [ Priscilla Quintana, Owner of K.O. / ghost songwriter ] played by elle 

Maya Williams [ Zoey Deutch, Beauty editor ] played by naz

Jules Hensley [ Melissa Roxburgh, Drummer ] played by ashley

Noah Bailey [ Alycia Debnam-Carey, Singer/songwriter ] played by jamie

Eden Elyse Rosen [ Inbar Lavi, Owner of Eden nightclub ] played by sam

Samantha Blackwood [ Emma Roberts, Junior editor at Vogue ] played by robertson

Holden Alexander [ Jamie Dornan, Paramedic ] played by c (2)

Simone Guerra [ Liz Gillies, Heiress ] played by loki

Sandra Owens [ Sandra Bullock, Divorce lawyer ] played by v

#slaccepted

[libertasrpg]

We welcome Stacie Roberts to the city. She’s 25 years old and is an elementary school gym teacher. Stacie is often mistaken for Britt Robertson. She’s open.

→ Background Information

While Stacie was always the more lively and sporty sister, that didn’t mean she was the most tomboyish. Stacie was just as girly as oldest sister Barbie. She was always far more active than the others though. When Stacie was younger, her teachers believed that Stacie might have had ADHD. It wasn’t that though. She just liked to keep up and busy. She’d much rather be outside playing than stuck inside on a computer, or drawing. Stacie knew she loved sports but she never had a single clue about what to do with her future. In fact, she didn’t apply for college until a week before applications closed. She had an emergency meeting with her school careers advisor who was worried she hadn’t decided what to do yet. As a last ditch attempt, they suggested that she consider becoming a gym teacher and the rest is history.

→ Living Situation

Barbara took the lead on the decoration of all the shared living space. She was after all, the one footing most of the bill. Stacie didn’t really mind. Some decorations were very loud and definitely things she wouldn’t have picked out. But she’s not gonna complain that much when it means she gets to live for a little bit cheaper. Stacie’s own personal space isn’t exactly the tidiest. She’s always so up, about and busy that she rarely has time to properly clean. Her laundry basket is never empty, and there’s always at least one pair of muddy sneakers lying around.

→ Relocation Explanation

Stacie had only just finished her final bit of training to become a teacher when Barbara started talking about moving away from Malibu. Then, Chelsea and Skipper both announced that they’d be going too. Not wanting to be left behind or left out, Stacie felt it made sense for her to go also. She had just finished with school now so the timing was all fine. Stacie was nervous about her first teaching job being in an entirely new city, but she enjoyed a challenge. Plus, the city is surrounded by valleys and hills and Stacie was excited about the thought of going on runs and exploring all of it.

→ Her Personality

The world will end the day that Stacie Roberts slows down. From the moment she was born, she’s always been on the go. She kept herself busy as a child with games. Then, as she grew older, moved over to play sports. It was never just one sport either. Stacie liked trying her hand at any and every single sport that she could. She likes to try and get other people involved in sports too. This means that she can often seem a bit obnoxious and pushy. A lot of people tend to be put off her for this reason. It comes from a good place though. She doesn’t mean it in a mean way - Stacie just likes the feeling of her heart beating hard, and taking part in a good team game with those she cares about. It’s her favorite way of bonding.

→ Her Qualities

Energetic, bubbly, outgoing

Regimented, loud, obnoxious

→ Her Relationships

Barbie, Skipper & Chelsea Roberts (Sisters): Stacie is definitely the heart of the sisters, the one that keeps them all going when bad things happen. There’s nothing she loves more than keeping the atmosphere upbeat. The sisters like to think of Stacie as their personal cheerleader because that’s essentially what she does for them.

Kenneth Carson (Acquaintance): Ken is far too much of a pretty boy for Stacie’s liking so she doesn’t understand the fascination with him. But, he’s a decent guy. He’s worked so much with Barbie that all the Roberts family know him now. Stacie in specific enjoys teasing him about his fitness and regularly challenging him to a push-up competition or arm wrestle.

→ Possible Connections

Ronald Mallory (Acquaintance): A new gym is a new gym. When Stacie first arrived, she wanted to make sure she knew everything about it and what all the best equipment once. This would have definitely meant spending time with a personal trainer, Ronald.

Cloe Mendoza (Acquaintance): Stacie likes to keep fit and tries to go to the gym at least twice a week. It’s not as much as others who visit, but it’s enough for her to become familiar with other gym regulars like Cloe.

Robin Loxley (Archery teacher): There’s no such thing as learning too many sports in Stacie’s eyes. Archery is a new one she’s trying out. It’s never something she thought she’d try out but after discovering there was someone at Libertas who taught it - Well, she just had to.

Stacie is based on Stacie Roberts from the Barbie franchise.

#Britt Robertson #Willa Fitzgerald #Skyler Samuels #barbie movies #stacie roberts #barbie & her sisters in a pony tale #Barbie A Camping We Will Go #barbie franchise #open #female #open female #22 to 25 #libertas school

[nofomoartworld]

[NSFW] Erotic Outsider Art Peeps Inside the Human Psyche

This article contains adult content.

Eugene von Bruenchenhein, Untitled (Portrait of the Artist’s Wife Marie), c. 1940s, Scan of 35 mm color slide. Courtesy Lewis and Jean Greenblatt, Chicago

The figures in the pictures are like flies caught in amber, their sexuality neither curtailed by censorship nor shame. They are expressions of eroticism carbon copied from their creators’ brains, meant for their eyes only. At the Museum of Sex in midtown Manhattan, a glorious show of erotic outsider art goes on display, much of it for the very first time.

Known/Unknown: Private Obsessions and Hidden Desire in Outsider Art illustrates the scope of human desire in mediums ranging from crude drawings to elaborately carved ostrich eggs. Featuring more than 100 works, from self-taught and folk artists like Aurie Ramirez, Eugene von Bruenchenhein, and Thornton Dial, the show is a voyeuristic peek inside the psyche of those operating outside of common social boundaries and ideological mores.

Ike Morgan, Untitled, 2014, Acrylic on pasteboard. Courtesy of Webb Gallery, Waxahachie TX

Outsider artists are largely self-taught and create outside of the 'typical' arts realm. Most are unknown during their lifetime; they range from institutionalized mental patients and incarcerated prisoners, to intellectually disabled people and hermetic geniuses. The work in Known/Unknown was culled from correspondingly unlikely places, like psychiatric hospitals and detritus-filled homes. Henry Darger’s trauma-filled watercolor At Sunbeam Creak/At Wickey Lansinia, for example, was found by Darger’s landlord shortly before the artist’s death, amongst more than 15,000 pages of text and hundreds of drawings in the artist’s dingy Chicago apartment.

“Self-taught, outsider, and folk artists work on the margins of the art historical continuum and the commercial side of the art world; they produce work that’s untainted by concerns such as showing in a museum/gallery context or getting praise from the critics,” Chief Curator Frank Maresca, Partner at Ricco/Maresca, tells The Creators Project. “Sex and sexuality are universal themes common to us all, but the fact that most of the work in this exhibition was produced to satisfy intimate needs—not intended to be seen by others—makes it intensely powerful and, possibly, truer.”

Eugene von Bruenchenhein, (Portrait of the Artist’s Wife Marie), c. 1940s, Gelatin silver print. Courtesy Lewis and Jean Greenblatt, Chicago

One of the highlights of the exhibition is artist Eugene Von Bruenchenhein's numerous erotic photographs of his wife Marie. She glows for the camera, her throat and breasts wreathed with pearls like a pinup. The sexualized images appear to objectify her, but Marie was an eager and ingenious collaborator, masterminding many of the works herself.

“There is a diversity of human experience on display within the exhibition,” Mark Snyder, Director of Exhibitions at the Museum of Sex, says. “Within this exhibition, we wanted not only to explore individual fantasies, but also the context of each artist and the experience which may have contributed to the creation of these fantasies. By exploring the factors that may have influenced these works, whether known or unknown, patrons are encouraged to be empathetic in their responses. By presenting these unique perspectives side by side, the exhibition attempts to create an honest and truthful view of the nearly endless ways desire and obsession can manifest itself through art.”

Steve Ashby, Untitled (Pink Woman with Heart and Jockey Shorts), Mixed Media. Collection of Robert A. Roth

“Across the board, this exhibition is a collective statement and celebration of sexuality. I think taboo and shame enter the picture only if that’s what the viewer is inferring and to the extent that taboos are generally culturally specific, varying widely from one group to the next,” Maresca expounds. “If you attempt to look at the exhibition beyond cultural norms of correctness, you’re left with a very open sexual subject matter playing field; where nothing is off bounds and there are no rules or regulations, just the freedom of the 'id;' expressing very profound—even subliminal—desires.” Check out more works from Known/Unknown below: 

Thornton Dial, Untitled (Two Hands Reaching), 1993, Charcoal and pastel on paper. Courtesy of Ricco Maresca, New York

Royal Robertson, Untitled (The Ten Commandment Laws or Dustdard Sinfulness Farm), c. 1980, Marker and ink on poster board. Courtesy of Andrew Lemeshewsky, Jr. and Shrine Gallery, NYC

Unidentified Maker, “Barbie” Figures, c. 1950-1960, Ceramic. Courtesy of The MARVILL Collection

Unidentified Maker, New England, Erotic Cane, late nineteenth or early twentieth century, Wood with polychrome. Courtesy of John and Barbara Wilkerson

Marilena Pelosi, Untitled, 2009, Ink on paper. Courtesy of Henry Boxer Gallery, England

Johann Korec, The Korec Johann, 1974, Ink and watercolor on paper. Courtesy Galerie Gugging, Austria

Known/Unknown: Private Obsession and Hidden Desire in Outsider Art is on view at the Museum of Sex from January 19, 2017 – September 16, 2017.

Related:

[NSFW] The Revival of '25 Years Of Sexually X-Plicit Art By Women' Is Glorious

Inside the Outsider Art Fair

The Mystical Works of an Outsider Artist Who Doesn’t Actually Exist

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[delucadarling]

Hi! Can I ask about Lockpick? 👀

Absolutely! So, my detective Barbara "Barbie" Robertson is bi, but I've had a lot of fun playing with the idea of her not knowing she's queer until her early 30s. She thinks she's straight, not the least because she's mostly attracted to masculinity.

Lockpick is an Ava/Barbie fic where Barbie is just entirely oblivious to the fact that she's desperately attracted to Ava and that Ava's in love with her. She doesn't know why she's so drawn to Ava, and she doesn't really question it either.

Then she goes out one night with Nat and Kira (@crownleys' detective, as usual), dancing, drinking, having a great time...and she meets this hot butch named Kel, who looks remarkably like Ava if she was darker haired and painted with a cowboy paintbrush. Barbie ends up spending some time in the back of Kel's truck, which leads to them going on a few dates, and Barbie really figuring out her sexuality along the way.

Ava hates this, natch.

(nsfw text)

#darling speaks #ask meme #wip #barbara 'barbie' robertson #twc #wayhaven #the wayhaven chronicles

[delucadarlingwriting]

♡ last line tag game. share the last line of your wip and tag as many people as it has words.

I got tagged by @deepinifhell ! Thanks!!

I’ve been practicing my teeline shorthand by writing out some fic in my spare time. Lately I've been chewing on an AU where Barbie is 1) does magic with verbal/gestural components (inspired by this post) and 2) is frequently hired by Trappers for Reasons. Mason and Barbie meet when Unit Bravo busts in on some work she's doing for a local group of Trappers, she tries to magic blast him and...:3c

Here's a picture of the last line I wrote:

Writing hasn’t been the hardest part of shorthand, it’s been translating it all back to longhand. Here's what it says:

It’s all she knows, but surely there’s better opportunities for someone as clever as she is.

This bit is after Barbie's been captured and is being taken back to the Agency. She has no plans to stay captured. She also has A Huge Fucking Ego.

Now, for my part in this game...I'm going to tag...@whirly-wind @agentnatesewell @serenpedac @nat-seal-well @evilbunnyking

#darling writing #twc #wayhaven #darling speaks #wip #tag meme #The fic is very disjointed #mostly because the majority of the work is trying to write in teeline instead of long hand #but I'm having fun with it! I may take the pages I've written out by hand and use them for a future fic project #I really really want to focus on In Search Of before I start anything new though #barbara 'barbie' robertson

[delucadarling]

Partner Swap Nate POV, please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

This one requires a bit of background. @crownleys and I have a little Wayhaven playground we play with both her detective (Kira) and mine (Barbie). Kira's Rebecca's kid and the Wayhaven detective, while Barbie has the special blood and usually works for the Agency as an archivist/researcher.

Partner Swap started when we decided to play around with Morgan/Kira + Barbie/Nate instead of the usual Mason/Barbie + Nat/Kira. Nate and Barbie previously dated about 5 years before the start of Book 1, but broke up. This fic I'm working on details Nate getting ready for his first date with Barbie, and all of Unit Bravo are very curious about who their second in command is getting all worked up about.

I love writing Unit Bravo banter <3

#darling speaks #wip #ask meme #twc #wayhaven #the wayhaven chronicles #barbara 'barbie' robertson

[delucadarling]

Hi! From the prompts, 'reaching out with their hand without saying anything, wanting the other one to grab it' for Barbie and Ava? If it works better for a different pairing, that's fine too, of course. I hope you'll have fun writing

(also, I am *thinking* about the ask you sent! It's such a good one)

Oho okay this is actually very very fun for me, because I love playing Barbie as having no goddamn clue she's attracted to women AND men. She doesn't recognize her attraction to women as attraction, she just assumes she wants to be Very Good Friends with women she's interested in.

Meanwhile, Ava gets hit by that love at first sight shit and doesn't know how to deal with the woman she's in love with...being entirely fucking oblivious. It should make things easier. Should :3b

(book 3 spoilers ahoy)

***

The sun is barely peering through the trees as the SUV pulls back in front of the warehouse. Everyone is dead silent, whether lost in thought or just tired from a night of hard work, Barbie can't be sure. She's not sure where she falls on that spectrum either. Morgan's out the door first, dragging Kira along after her.

"Wait!" Kira laughs. Morgan does not, so Kira turns back and says, "Good night, Babs!"

"I think we know who's going to have the best night out of all of us," Farah says wryly. The burst of levity brings a smile to Barbie's face, despite her fatigue.

"I'm just grateful my room is on the opposite end of the hallway to Kira's," Barbie says with a shake of her head. Nate groans, sinking into the passenger seat.

"I share a wall," he says, already defeated. With the sigh of a man facing a firing squad, he unfolds himself from the vehicle to head inside, Farah rabbiting off after him.

Ava has still yet to say a word or so much as move her hands off the steering wheel. For a long moment the only sound is the tick tick tick of the engine cooling down. Her broad shoulders are rigid, tight. Worse than they were during the odd conversation they had before the auction.

"Ava?" Barbie asks. Ava's shoulders inch up. "Are you-"

"I'm fine," Ava interrupts with a bark. She inhales, chest expanding, then lets out a slow breath. "You should get some rest. It has been a very long night."

"Yes," Barbie agrees, sliding across the seat to step out of the SUV. Ava follows suit, falling into step as Barbie picks her way across the path. Kicking off her broken heels had seemed prudent during the auction, but her tender feet are telling her she should have, perhaps, found replacement shoes. Her dress is barely holding together either. Oh well, it's not like Unit Bravo will mind her ragged appearance.

Though, now that she's thinking about that, Ava won't look at her. Barbie doesn't mind a lack of eye contact, but it's very unlike Ava, who seems to find reasons to stare at Barbie every time they're in a room together. She's not being ignored though, that much is clear as Ava stays at Barbie's side when they enter the inviting arms of the warehouse.

Her silent escort doesn't pause when they reach Barbie's room, catching the door and following her in. Barbie can't help a laugh.

"I'm going to take a shower now," Barbie says. Ava blanches. For all her bluster and stoicism, Ava has proven remarkably prudish. It's cute, and Barbie can't help poking at her for it. "You're welcome to join me."

"Excuse me?" Ava sputters. Barbie laughs again.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I meant you could wait in the bathroom while I shower, if you'd like." When Ava doesn't manage another word, Barbie tilts her head. "I assume you wanted to talk? Or chastise me. Either can be done just as well while I clean myself up."

"I suppose that would be the efficient thing," Ava says, sounding impatient. "But no, I would rather...No."

"Alright, then whatever you have to say will have to wait," Barbie says, turning away on the spot, a pang of disappointment hitting her behind the ribs for some reason.

"Wait!" Ava calls. When she turns back, Ava's hand is hovering in midair, half limp, uncertain. Barbie doesn't know why, but she reaches out and takes it, swallowing hard. Ava's hands are wide and strong, but remarkably soft. Almost as much as Barbie's.

For a moment Ava sways on the spot, her piercing green eyes shining with something like agony as she looks at Barbie. It's the same look she'd given her when she begged Barbie not to go to the auction.

"Are you...are you alright?" Barbie asks, barely managing a hoarse whisper as her pulse rushes in her ears. She doesn't love to be touched, with few exceptions, but this isn't disgust or discomfort, no matter how tight the vice around her heart is.

Taking a ragged breath, Ava nods. Then, she does the oddest thing. She lifts Barbie's hand and brushes her lips over the knuckles, split from her adventure in the auctioneer's dungeon.

"Forgive me," Ava says, a bare whisper blowing over her lightly moistened skin. She drops Barbie's hand with care and backs away. "I should go."

"You could stay," Barbie offers, aching for Ava to accept. Ava's jaw, strong and defined, works hard.

Then she leaves, closing the door behind her.

Confusion knits itself with Barbie's brows, her mouth twisting as she tries to figure out what just happened. What's wrong with Ava?

What's wrong with her chest?

A long hot shower soothes the odd palpitations, even if Barbie's mind remains in a whirl.

#darling writing #twc #ask meme #I don't even know if this fulfills the prompt #but I did blackout and this appeared so here ya go! #thanks for the ask!!!!!!! #also sorry not sorry I love Kira so she will be involved with everything always #wayhaven #the wayhaven chronicles #ava du mortain #barbara 'barbie' robertson

[delucadarling]

grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe" - for Barbie/Mason, please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

The sun is bright and the hot, damp air clings heavily to every inch of Barbie's body. Even in her sleeveless dress she feels like she's melting into the grass. When Kira had described Wayhaven's annual summer fete, she had known it would be hot and sunny. She hadn't realized there wouldn't be enough tents to escape the heat though, nor had she realized that the fete was such a big deal that people from neighboring towns would be attending as well. The mayor seems more than pleased by the turn out, even as Barbie is doing her best to not scream every time someone jostles her as they pass.

She clings to her condensation covered bottle of beer and her sanity with slippery fingers.

It is beautiful at least. Flowers and greenery cover every surface, and smiling faces can be seen all around. Market stalls have been set up, dozens upon dozens of local artisans selling their wares to eager customers.

Across the clearing, where a dance floor has been erected, she can see Kira and Nat doing a lively country jig, one that Nat was likely around for the inception of. How they can be moving so vigorously in this heat with glowing expressions of delight, she will never know.

A young child bumps her as he hurries to catch up with his older siblings. A flicker of annoyance passes over Barbie; her patience runs much deeper for children. When a careless adult next bumps into her, nearly dislodging her beer, she has to clench her jaw to say nothing despite how it makes displeasure stab up and down the side of her they touched.

"Hey," a familiar and much beloved voice says from her left. Barbie blinks past the sensation, spotting Mason. He doesn't seem to be enjoying himself any more than she is, but last she'd seen he was lingering by the SUV, determined to stay out of the crowd.

"Hello," Barbie says. Mason holds a hand out, palm up, and she takes it. He tugs her closer, looking around for a moment before spotting a clear path through the crowd.

"Let's go." He heads off, leading Barbie along behind him.

Not that she really cares, but Barbie still has to ask, "Where?"

"Away from the bullshit," Mason replies, catching a few dirty looks from parents. She hurries to keep up, wishing for once she hadn't bothered wearing heels.

Part of her wants to be disappointed. She had been so excited to attend with Kira. At the same time, she can't deny that all she feels as the crowd thins out is relief. All the more so when Mason takes them both down a shadowed alleyway, out of the sun. They take shelter from the festivities there, watching at a distance. The beer bottle in her hand is gently tugged away.

"You came just to get me?" Barbie asks. Mason nods. She curves an eyebrow.

"You did it for me," he says. She blinks, and he adds, "At that shitty carnival."

"Oh, right." Barbie laughs, surprised he remembers that. She barely does. Looking back out, she considers the fete. "I thought I wanted to be there."

"You can go back." Mason shrugs, then takes a deep pull of the beer. She's entranced for a moment, watching the movement of his throat as he swallows. Then Barbie's gaze dips down to their hands, still joined together.

"No," Barbie says, wetting her lips. "I can think of better ways to spend my time."

#darling speaks #darling writing #wayhaven #ask meme #Barbie has some sensory issues #not at the same level as Mason #but sometimes she gets very overwhelmed without even realizing how close she's getting to a meltdown #and I figure she and Mason 'rescue' each other in these situations sometimes #twc #twc mason #barbara 'barbie' robertson