#harriet hayes

[dreamypqulson]

i really want her to look at me like that

#sarah paulson #american horror story #wlw #ahs #ratched #oceans 8 #billie dean howard #lana winters #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx #sally mckenna #audrey tindall #shelby miller #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable #tb karen #mildred ratched #tammy oceans 8 #diane sherman #harriet hayes #lesbian #abby gerhard #ahs coven

[paulsonsratched]

My fav Sarah characters as mothers

Billie Dean Howard:

- the “cool” mom

- would dress you AMAZING as a little child

- and spoil you with amazing clothes or expensive gift cards once you’re a teenager

- is your best friend but in your teen years she would embarrass you now and then

- “Why can I not go to the club with you?”

- Almost all of your friends would crush on her which is awkward for you

- “Yo y/n your mom is hot!”

- one of those mothers who takes some minutes to herself when angry and then just continues like everything is okay

- that is a con for you in case you actually feel the need to talk with her about the issues you just had

- She eventually gives in and talks to you because she loves you plenty but opening up and showing her emotional side is hard for her

- Some kids at school make fun of her profession

- “Does your mom see my dead rabbit also?”

- You protect her like a lioness just like she does

- “If you don’t want to join your rabbit I suggest you shut the hell up”

Wilhemina Venable:

- protective mom

- she didn’t really plan on having children but now is a badass single parent

- would occasionally take you to work because she just wants the best for you and the best for you is always with her

- At first Mutt and Jeff would complain but Mina would shut them down

- “If you don’t wanna lose your company you better get used to changing diapers.”

- they eventually became the most funny and caring uncles to you

- “Mini HR” Shirt, baby bottle and hat for birthday

- Wilhemina will be the softest mother to you

- When you get older you will always lure her in

- She can’t stay mad at you for more than 5min

- “I’m sorry mom” with puppy eyes

- Many eye rolls

- Mother check on every partner you bring home

- Always supportive of your relationships if she approves of the person though

- Cries like a baby when you move out

Mildred Ratched:

- After her own messed up childhood she wants to get it right

- And she does most of the time

- Strict mother though!

- loves to go to the playground with you

- Kinda gets a child herself

- But loves you plenty

- “Where’s my little pumpkin?”

- quite some fights when you get older

- Gwen’s little favorite

- “Did you ask your mom already?”

Harriet Hayes:

- the super duper anxious helicopter parent

- you get ANYTHING you want you just have to give her “the eyes”

- Always sings you lullabies

- You go out with her when you get older

- You’re kinda the one watching her at times

- “Mom don’t be that loud damn”

- you adapt a lot to her

- You end up being an actress in comedy yourself

- One night your mom presents you your Emmy award

- “I never could have made that without you mom.”

A/n: my fav ahs character is Lana but for the sake of me I can’t write for her. Hope you enjoyed it ☺️

#american horror story #fanfic #sarah paulson #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #ahs fandom #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #ahs fanfiction #billie dean howard x reader #Harriet Hayes #Harriet Hayes x Reader #Mildred Ratched #Mildred Ratched X Reader

[thestarlightforge]

Working in theatre at the professional level, I can now personally testify that shows like SMASH and Studio 60 were propaganda.

A whole ass creative team and there’s maybe ONE queer person?

Harriet Hayes (god bless her brilliance & Sarah Paulson for playing her, no joke) is a Straight Woman?

“Our musical theatre playwright character is definitely not (absolutely is) a Jonathan Larson clone, his cowriter bestie (who is 100% straight btw) supports him, and we’re SO BRAVE for saying it”—?

Girl PLEASE 😂

We are the Vast Majority, lmao. It’s some comp-het Nonsense

#/j #/hj #I love #smash #nbc smash #but #girl bye #lgbtqia #studio 60 on the sunset strip #Harriet Hayes #Sarah Paulson #theatre culture #theatre #director

[mistydear]

running in circles, running from you (v)

harriet hayes x reader

summary: fake dating trope ft. homophobia and religious trauma but make it studio 60 funny

w/c: 2.9k

taglist: @thedeconstructionist @cordeliass @talulahmae @max-the-d0g @mistysswampmud @angelxsarahp @billiedeanspearls @madamevirgo @cordithatgurl @devriesgoode

chapter one, two, three, four

notes: hey! to the people still invested in this story (as well as soften me now) thank you??? love you. look out for more frequent updates :)

Friday — post show

By the time she pulls you into the bar across the street—away from the paparazzi—you still haven’t taken a breath. The loud music and loud voices and loud lights stun you out of your ringing numbness, and your throat closes. Your stomach tips and churns, and then you’re the one pulling Harry. She jerks as you drag her to the bathroom, heart pounding. You check to make sure no one else is there, and then you lock the door. 

“Y/N,” she starts anxiously, but you cut her off with a firm finger. 

“Mmm,” you hum sharply, unable to make eye contact. Then you press your hands against the rim of one of the sinks and hang your head. “I’m gonna throw up.” She strides up to you, standing too close.

“I just wanted to understand. Let me understand,” she pleads, and your fingers grip the sink. 

“You never gave me a choice!” you shoot back, looking at her. Your words echo on the tile walls, and you swallow the bile rising in your throat. “Fuck,” you hiss, turning on the faucet. You let the water run and your adrenaline soar, and you’re shaking. 

“This was the only way I could think to…” Harry insists, stopping helplessly, wringing her hands. Her brow is furrowed as she watches you splash cold water onto the back of your neck. 

“To what?” you snap tiredly. 

“To regain your trust. Your respect,” she offers, voice cracking, softening, as she meets your eyes. And you soften too, looking down into the basin of the sink. 

“I hate paparazzi,” you breathe weakly. 

“I know,” Harry whispers, watching you. You let her words linger in the air. Respect. She wants you to respect her. She cares about you. She’s risking her reputation as a Christian woman for you. She’s publicly going against her faith. For you. 

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, looking at her. She’s on the verge of tears, eyes welling as she swallows and shrugs helplessly. 

“I don’t want to lose you.” Her words echo through your head. Your stomach settles, and Harry presses her lips together, vulnerable and scared and waiting for you. Something comes over you, and for a moment it’s complete horror and then it’s awe and then you want to kiss her. You want to press her against the locked door and pull a moan from those soft lips. 

“Harriet,” you breathe quietly. 

“I know,” she mumbles, sniffling and wiping her eyes. Her hands are shaking, same as yours, and you wonder what she just did. 

What it means for the two of you. 

“Harry.” Her eyes find yours, standing a few feet from you, so expectant, so wide. You can’t find the words to say anything more. Just her name. Over and over again in your head. 

“Now what?” Her voice is hoarse. 

“I guess we go out there,” you suggest, glancing at the door behind her. She nods once and then again more confidently. 

“Okay.” Neither of you move, just staring at each other. You aren’t sure if you expect something more from her or if she’s expecting something from you, but nothing happens. Nothing moves. The muffled noises of loud music come to you from behind the locked door, but all you can think about is Harry. “I won’t lose you.” 

“I know,” is all you can say back. And you’re starting to think it might be true. 

. . . 

It isn’t long before news hits the bar. You and Harry have split up, and all you can focus on is trying to act normal until you see Simon and Tom come up to her at a table, looking much too serious for the end of a good night. They’re talking quickly. They’re confused. And then they’re looking over at you. Your first instinct is to run until you remember the young women outside the studio earlier that day. So in awe of you. Just for being you. So, you down your drink and walk over to them. 

“What’s happening?” Tom asks, blinking. You glance at Harry who’s sitting hunched on a bar stool, not quite knowing what to say. Hesitantly, you look from her to them. 

“Jordan got her wish, I guess.” It’s all you can think to say, and it pulls the corner of Harry’s lips into a smile, something amusing she can share with just you. And it settles you, eases some of the tension from your mind just knowing that Harry can smile with you. “Look, let’s just enjoy the night. It was a good show.” 

“It was an important show,” Simon adds, nodding to you, a gentle smile shining in his eyes. For the first time in your life, you feel a twinge of pride swelling in you. There’s always been a disconnect for you between marching at pride parades and feeling that same pride when you’re just walking down the street. But in this moment, with these people, you can feel it. And when you look down at Harry and see her smiling up at you, you think maybe she can feel it too. 

As the night deepens, you float through the bar, reveling in a newfound confidence you can feel blossoming within you. You couldn’t care less about what’s happening outside the bar or about what the press is saying about you because there’s a thousand pound weight off your shoulders. Like a baby bird, you feel weightless and wobbly and excited. Everyone you’ve spoken to from Studio 60 tonight is happy for you, and you’re happy. So when you stop off at the bar to get another drink, you’re a little startled to see Harry taking a shot by herself. 

“Hi,” you say, resting your forearms on the bar next to her. She blinks, and when her gaze drifts to you, you know she’s drunk. 

“Hello,” she replies. 

“You need a drinking buddy,” you decide, sitting next to her and waving the bartender down. He pours you both another shot of whatever Harry’s been drinking. She immediately holds it up to you, and you obediently clink your shot glasses together. 

“To the gays,” she says with so much woozy, bleary eyed pride you can’t help but laugh. You’ve never seen her like this. 

“Okay, Harry.” She taps her glass delicately on the bar then downs it. You grimace at the sting of vodka and watch as she struggles for a brief moment. 

“Oh, my body didn’t like that one.” She’s not slurring, but you can tell she will be in the next hour. Now unexpectedly serious, she turns to you. “Are you okay?” You consider her, unsure of what the truth even is right now beyond the initial haze.  

“I don’t know.” Your voice is raw. 

“Are you mad at me?” There’s something girlish in her tone, hesitant and worried, that melts the tension in your shoulders for a moment. Are you? 

“I don’t think so.” Though even if you were, you probably wouldn’t tell her that right now. There’s a precipice lingering behind her eyes, and you’re worried she’s close to jumping off it. “Maybe we should call it a night.” She pouts, and you think it might be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen, her eyes shining, cheeks flushed with alcohol. 

“Let’s have a cigarette first,” she mutters, sliding off the stool and wavering. You blink and reach instinctively to steady her, hands on her arms, squeezing gently. 

“Isn’t that how this all started?” you grumble, more to yourself than her, but she snorts, and you blush. As you stumble through the crowd, Harry’s hand lingers on your elbow, gently guiding as you follow her. When you’re out in the crisp night air, you pull your cigarettes from your back pocket and to your surprise watch as Harry grabs one for herself. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m branching out,” she mutters, the unlit cigarette between her lips. You light yours, and then Harry holds your hands steady in front of her while she lights her own, soft palms wrapped around your hand. It’s a brief moment, but the feeling of it sears into you, the curl of her fingers, the smell of her perfume, the flicker of a flame against her delicate features. 

“Yeah?” you ask, smoke curling from your lips. She hums, holding the cigarette between two fingers. 

“You know, trying out this whole friendship thing. For real this time.” 

“So it wasn’t real before?” you ask, curious and amused. She flicks ash onto the sidewalk and shakes her head. 

“Of course it was.” She pauses to look at you, really look at you. “Y/N, of course it was. It is. I just…wasn’t a good one. I’m trying to be. Now.” The way she stumbles is kind of cute, and you hate yourself for thinking it. For wishing you could scoop her up and squeeze her, taste the tobacco on her tongue. Instead, you take a long drag and look down at your shoes. “Look, Y/N, I have to say this before I lose my nerve.” She takes a breath, and you hazard a glance in her direction, curious what she could say to hurt you now. “I’m sorry I was such an ass to you.” Your eyes widen briefly in surprise. “I was raised very…traditionally, and I know that’s not an excuse. I just want to explain,” she rushes. “I—I was very sheltered. It made me scared and…inflexible. And ignorant.” She says definitively, barely able to meet your eyes, her own tearing up. “I don’t want to be ignorant anymore. And I want to be a better friend to you. I want you to trust me the way I trust you.” 

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit, overwhelmed with emotions you aren’t sure how to decipher. You want to believe her so badly it aches deep in your chest. You just don’t know if you can right now. It’s strange for so much happiness about coming out to coexist with so much confusion and anger at Harriet. And Harry just opens and closes her mouth, shakes her head, and shrugs her shoulders. 

“Y/N, please. Just give me a chance.” You want to tell her that she already took her chance when she told the press you were together. A chance was never offered to you. But you don’t say that. Harry bites her lip the way she does so often, tears welling in her eyes. “Say something.” 

“It’s done, Harry. We’re doing this, I just…I guess I don’t know who it’s for,” you admit, dropping your cigarette and snubbing it out with your toe. Harry does the same, pressing her hands into the back of her hips. She takes a breath. 

“It’s for you. Y/N, it’s for you.” 

What you really want is for her to love you. Not pretend to love you for the press. Not to pretend so that you can feel seen and validated. And certainly not to pretend so that Harriet can prove something to you. You want to love her openly and fiercely and with everything in you. But you suppose this is the best you’re going to get. 

“God, Y/N,” Harry finally breathes, stepping toward you. And in one swift motion, Harry’s arms are around you, one arm swooping around your waist, the other up across your shoulder. Stunned, you let her hold you, stumbling back as she latches on. 

“Harry…” The two of you don’t hug. It isn’t something you usually do. But when Harry squeezes you, you gasp as if shocked back to life and wrap your arms tight around her frame. It’s nice to hold her against you, warm and solid, her breathing in time with yours. You lean your head against her and close your eyes, wishing the moment would never end. Harry tangles a hand in your hair briefly, holding your head against her as she leans her cheek into your temple. Then she lets you go like it’s all too much. She’s flushed when you open your eyes, her own darting down as she swallows. You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol or not. Then she rubs her chest nervously, and you notice it’s splotchy and red. 

“Will you, um, will you drive me home? I shouldn’t…” 

“I know.” Your voice is hoarse, and hers is raw and quiet. You can’t meet her eyes, your whole body buzzing. 

. . . 

Sunday morning — brunch

You sip your orange juice while Harry looks over the menu. She glances at you briefly over the top of it, brown eyes curious and calculating. 

“Just say it.” 

“So, how long have we been dating?” you ask as casually as you possibly can without feeling entirely ridiculous. Carefully, Harry sets down her menu. 

“Three months.” 

“That was definitive.” 

“Well, it wasn’t a trick question…was it?” Her brief paranoia amuses you, and you smile, just enough for her to relax. “Usually, I wouldn’t bother waiting that long to announce a relationship.” 

“Oh, wouldn’t you?” you ask, amused. 

“I’m a rather…definitive woman,” she teases, and the way she looks at you sends a welcome shiver down your spine, heat rising in your chest. You must have been looking at her with something akin to awe—and, maybe, if you dared even think it, arousal—because she cleared her throat and looked down. You forced yourself to do the same. “Anway, I just think with you, I might have waited a little bit longer. To, uh, come out.” You don’t necessarily need to ask her why, and she already seems embarrassed enough, so you let it lie. 

“Just so I know,” you begin, breaking the tense silence. “What are you comfortable with? You know, as far as PDA.” Harry chokes on her water, and coughs roughly as she sets it down. Her face an adorable shade of crimson, she blinks and shifts in her seat. 

“You can touch me,” she tells you, voice hollow, almost nervous. You swallow. 

“How?” 

“Y/N,” she laughs breathily, embarrassed, and you chew your lip, forcing down a grin. Maybe that was too far. Still, you love how easy it is to make her blush. You think you could subsist entirely off of smiles from Harriet Hayes. 

“You know we have a press event tomorrow,” you remind her carefully. She brushes her hair behind her ear. “I’m just trying to establish our cover.” 

“I know. It’s just feeling very real,” she struggles. 

“Already wanna break up?” You’re almost offended, but it’s more teasing than anything. 

“No. No, I just don’t like lying.” 

“Harry, you’re an actor,” you laugh but are immediately distracted by prying eyes a few tables over. 

“Yes, but—” 

“Harry.” She doesn’t notice your urgency. 

“—This is different.”

“Harriet,” you hiss, and she startles into silence. “Take my hand.” 

“What?” she blanches. 

“We’re being watched,” you whisper, extending your palm. Wordlessly, Harry takes it. You can tell she’s panicking a little because her eyes are wide, and she sits very still. “Hey,” you breathe, forcing her to look at you as you circle your thumb across the back of her hand. “They have a camera,” you tell her quietly. She watches your lips move as you talk, attentive to your body language. It’s relaxed and easy, directed at Harry the way a lover would be. Noticing this, Harry takes a breath and readjusts. Something shifts in her the way it shifts right before she goes on stage—a sheen over her eyes—and an unpleasant pang shoots through you. Nevertheless, Harry’s hand tightens in yours, her eyes traveling across you. The immediate need to apologize wells up in you like a tidal wave, and you just barely quell it down. Harry did, after all, sign up for this. 

“Hey,” Harry whispers as if you’re alone. You meet her eyes. “We’re actors, remember?” You take a breath, feeling as though every eye in the restaurant is on you. 

“I’m fine.”

“This isn’t just new for me, you know,” Harry reminds you. It’s comforting in a concerning sort of way, and you nod. She’s right, after all. 

When you drove Harry home on Friday, you lingered in her entryway. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” you asked, watching as she stumbled out of her heels, bracing herself against the wall. 

“Mmm. You wanna come in? Probably should see the place. Since we’re dating,” she offered, eyes glassy. You hesitated. The answer was yes. It was a vehement yes. 

“Another time,” you said instead. It felt dishonest to see her apartment like this. For a cover. You suppose it had to be done eventually. Just not tonight. Not like this. Harry deflated just a little, barely perceptible, but you know Harry’s quirks like the back of your hand. You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, seized by the terrifying thought that this wouldn’t bring you together like you were secretly hoping it would. That maybe it would be your fear that would tear the two of you apart for good. And wouldn’t that be ironic. “Drink some water.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” she saluted, a deep furrow in her brow. It quickly melted to a goofy smile, though, and your own tension melted with it. “See you Sunday?”

“It’s a date.” 

Now that you’re actually at Sunday brunch, it doesn’t feel much like a date. In fact, this is probably the most stressed you’ve ever been at brunch. You glance back at the people with cameras. They’ve gone back to their food, probably not paparazzi. Maybe just fans. You breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Coast’s clear.” 

Harry drops your hand. Then she purses her lips, smoothing out the napkin on her lap, letting out a gentle sigh. 

“Mission one, complete,” she says in the cheesiest spy voice, the most ridiculous grin on her cheeks. Still, you can’t help but feel cold without her touch. And then an ache begins to gnaw at you, slowly and quietly. 

#they're both feeling very complicated emotions rn #so they're actions are all over the place #hope it doesn't seem erratic lol !! #studio 60 on the sunset strip #studio 60 #studio 60 fanfic #harriet hayes #harriet hayes x reader #sarah paulson #writing

[dovebuffy92]

My 10 Favorite Women Characters in Aaron Sorkin TV Series

1. C.J. Cregg

2. Mac McHale

3. Sloan Sabbith

4. Donna Moss

5. Harriet Hayes

6. Maggie Jordan

7. Abbey Bartlet

8. Dana Whittaker

9. Jordan McDeere

10. Natalie Hurley

Runner Up: Leona Lansing

#aaron sorkin #ranking #character ranking #the newsroom #the west wing #sports night #studio sixty on the sunset strip #sloan sabbith #mackenzie mchale #cj cregg #abbey bartlet #Donna miss #maggie jordan #Harriet hayes #jordan mcdeere #Dana Whittaker #Natalie Hurley #Leona Lansing

[5ivebyfive]

Like...I’m in love with Harriet Hayes? Still?

And...Jordan.

#all the ladies rock #jordan mcdeere tag #harriet hayes tag #studio 60 tag #even tho harry is a huge christian #but she is also not...bad about it

[todaysdocument]

Telegram to President Woodrow Wilson from Jane Addams and Other Women Regarding the Deportation of Emmeline Pankhurst

Record Group 85: Records of the Immigration and Naturalization Service Series: Subject and Policy Files File Unit: Appeal of Mrs. Emmeline Pankhurst for admittance for visit, English Suffragette

This telegram petitioned the Department of Labor and their decision to deport Emmeline Pankhurst, a British suffragette. The authors wanted the board to reconsider and maintain "America's devotion to liberty."

Telegram The White House, Washington 6 PO.FD. 283 139 extra 10:25 p.m. Sa, Chicago, Ill., October 18, 1913. The President. Whereas, the Associated Press reports to the American public that Mrs. Pankhurst's deportation has been ordered by the board of inquiry at Ellis Island and, Whereas, such action is in direct violation of the traditions and customs of the United States which has always been hospitable to the political offenders and revolutionists of all nations, and, Whereas, our sister republic, France, is at the present moment sheltering Christabel Pankhurst, Now, therefore, be it resolved: That we, the undersigned women of Chicago, protest against this flagrant violation of our long established public policy, and, Be it further resolved: That we respectively petition the Department of Labor in reviewing the case of this distinguished English woman to reconsider the decision of the Board of Inquiry and to admit Mrs. Pankhurst; thus maintaining the high traditions of America's devotion to liberty and right of free speech. (Signed) Jane Addams, Louise DeKoven Bowen, Mary Rozette Smith, Mary McDowell, Margaret Dreier Robins, Harriet Taylor Treadwell, President Chicago Political Equality League; Margaret A. Haley, Business Representative Chicago Teachers' Federation; Ida L. M. Furstman, President Chicago Teachers' Federation; Mrs. Harriet S. Thompson, Director Chicago Political Equality League; Edith A. Phelps, Anna Nichols, Laura Dainty Pelham,

Telegram The White House, Washington 6 PO. Sheet 2- Chicago, Ill., Octo. 18, 1913. to the President. Stella Miles Franklin, Kathleen Hamill, Mary Foulke Morrisson, Anna Monroe, Edith Wyatt, Caroline Packard, Leonora Pease, Secretary Socialist Women's League; Mrs. L. Brackett Bishop, Marion M. Griffin, Margaret B. Dobyne, Mary E. Galvin, Judith W. Loewenthal, Agnes Nestor, E. Beatrix Dauchy, Belle Squire, Anna Willard Timneus, Emma Steghagen, Grace Wilbur Trout, Florence Holbrook, Catharine Goggin, Mary Anderson, Sophonisba Breckinridge, Edith Abbott, Esther Dresden, President Young Women's Suffrage Association; Amy Walker, Francis Harden, Anna Harden, Catharine Goggin, Mary V. Donoghue, Wilma Rhinesmith, Julia Donoghue, Serina Hayes, May E. Brown.

#archivesgov #1910s #women's suffrage #suffragette #emmeline pankhurst #jane adams #October 18 #1913

[slocumjoe]

I put this in the tags but no, actually, Piper's writing still pisses me off. And not like, usual "haha Bethesda is so bad lol" but like.

She's a JOURNALIST.

I'm a writer myself, guys. I've written on the Hayes code, on PTSD and masculinity, on fatphobia and classism and the infrastructure of America, yknow, activism shit. I've done it for grades, for my own platforms, and I've gotten offers and opportunities to do it for work.

When you are writing about stuff like this, you have a responsibility. You cannot write about sensitive topics without grace. In Fallout 4's narrative, Synths are a direct allegory for enslaved black people. There's literally a Railroad. GLORY IS A STAND IN FOR HARRIET FUCKING TUBMAN.

So, Piper is enflaming the racism, the witchhunting, she's making it worse for everyone involved. And she wants to keep doing it until she gets her way. It's so fucking irresponsible. Going along with the slave allegory, Piper is accusing the mayor of being of African American descent, and therefore unfit to lead the 'normal people'. "Jesus, Rory! Thats a fucked up thing to say!" YEAH. ITS A FUCKED UP THING TO WRITE INTO A NARRATIVE. Piper is LITERALLY STARTING POST WAR MCCARTYISM!!! AND NO ONE NOTICES? WE JUST SKIP BY THAT BECAUSE AWWW BABY SISTER :(((( HELLO????

#like i just wanna shake her and scream that being right is not more important than peoples safety #it isnt! #you remember that time when people cared more about arguing with terfs than protecting trans people??? #we're still in that time but #piper is doing the same! shed rather fight a percieved institute agent than actually help and comfort her community! #information and news can be scary #but if ALL OF IT IS someone is lying and hiding it from you #thats called rage bait #its called fearmongering #piper. it is a post apocalypse. #ALSO #PIPER IS A REPORTER AND DOESNT KNOW ABOUT QUINCY. #SHE TELLS DANNY AT THE GATE YOURE A TRADER FROM QUINCY #QUINCY HAS BEEN RAZED FOR A WHILE PRESUMABLY. #PIPER! MAYBE FUCKING REPORT THAT ONE OF THE LARGEST SETTLEMENTS WAS TAKEN OVER???? #CHRIST ON A CRACKER PIPER #REPORT ON THE RAILROAD? THE GIANT BLIMP FLYING INTO BOSTON? THE MINUTEMEN? #NOPE. MCDONOUGH EATS NOODLES WEIRD #IM GONNA LAUNCH YOU INTO THE SUN PIPER!!!!!

[novemberhush]

Tag 9 people to get to know better or catch up with

Thanks for tagging me, @littleblackraincloudofcourse !❤️

Three ships you like - Just off the top of my head, Buddie (Buck x Eddie from 9-1-1), Marvey (Mike x Harvey from Suits) and Chenford (Lucy Chen x Tim Bradford from The Rookie). I have so many more, lol.

First ship ever - These are all from roughly the same time, and I was only a kid at the time, so I’m not sure which came first, but I’d say Maddie Hayes x David Addison from Moonlighting, Jim Dempsey x Harriet ‘Harry’ Makepeace from Dempsey & Makepeace, and Anne Shirley x Gilbert Blythe from the 1985 made-for-television adaptation of Anne of Green Gables and its 1987 sequel. In my teenage years, I seriously shipped Benton Fraser x Ray Vecchio from Due South.

Last song you heard - I stopped at the Tesco Express on my way home from work earlier to see if they had anything I fancied for dinner (spoiler alert - they didn’t) and You Can Get It If You Really Want came on over the sound system, much to the seeming delight of everyone in the store because we all started humming, whistling and, in the case of one customer, even singing along. Oh, and it was the Jimmy Cliff version, not the Desmond Dekker one, or at least it sounded like it.

Favourite childhood book - Ooh, that’s a difficult one! I devoured books as a child (a habit I’ve been getting back into this year and last) and I don’t know if I could pick just one.

Currently reading - The Binding Room by Nadine Matheson (the sequel to The Jigsaw Man, which I just finished earlier this week), and I’m also making my way through a book of short stories called That Was A Shiver, and Other Stories by James Kelman.

Currently watching - I finally got around to watching the last half of the last season of The Blacklist this week, watching the very last episode just last night. I’m also watching reruns of The Closer and the original The Twilight Zone, as well the current seasons of Death in Paradise, Murdoch Mysteries, N.C.I.S. and Law & Order. I’m also watching Tatort Saarbrücken, but I’m trying to make the episodes last because there’s only five of them and the next one doesn’t air until January! I have a whole stack of other stuff I still have to get around to as well, but there’s only so many hours in the day.

Currently consuming - A tin of Pepsi Max.

Currently craving - Ice cream, even though it’s really cold here at the moment.

I tag @imwritesometimes @slow-burn-sally @firemedicdiaz @tulipfromtheinternet @fireladybuckley @smowkie @all-or-nothing-baby @mistmarauder @katries and anyone else who wants to play. No pressure on anyone who doesn’t!😘

[meerawrites]

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Been thinking a lot about TURN: Washington’s Spies and the American Revolution lately. So here’s every original character I can theoretically stick into that universe… @eurydicefades 🫡

American Revolution podcast.

American Revolution: playlist.

TURN: playlist.

Benjamin Tallmadge: playlist.

Rococo playlist.

French History podcast.

In no particular order…

Audrey: based on Kitty Fisher and Charlotte Hayes, born 1750, turned 1780 at the age of 30. Well-to-do sex worker, coquette, disowned daughter of a Viscount. Abolitionist. She/they, bisexual-polyam. Vampire.

Camille: based on Mary Wollstonecraft and various French Revolution ladies. Audrey’s half sister, unlike her, never disowned, still hates her Viscount father. Abolitionist, anti-monarchist, pamphlet writer, and social climber. Turned into a vampire in 1790. She/her, bi. Vampire.

Artémise: Dutch and Black-Creole New York socialite, spy for the culper ring, and violinist. An informant, a fashionista, bit of diva, excellent listener. Will sell you out to Benjamin Tallmadge. She/her, bi.

Benjamin Fisher: Benjamin Tallmadge, vampire/anti-hero arc. He/him, bi (closeted). Staff to Washington, from New York, trying really hard to be good, but vampirism won’t let him. Turned by Audrey in 1781. Vampire.

Charles: Colonel in the British army. Good at following orders, only doesn’t like his job. It’s a constant existential crisis, he knows neither side is right, he’s sworn to the British by duty not by choice. Scottish and French, English born. Based vaguely on Ross Poldark. He/him, bi. Has a deceased wife and daughter he’s still mourning.

Eliott: Spy for the British army. Follows orders for social gain and security, not cause he wants to. Poet turned spy, he/him, bi. Much like Tallmadge, he is a young man, having control taken from him far too often. Really just doesn’t want to be hung as a traitor to the crown. Irish and Catholic. Hates all of the army, expect Major André and Simcoe.

Carlotta aka Charlotte: French socialite, unknowing informant to the Patriots. She/her, bi. Somewhere between culper ring spy and French nobility looking to escape France due to pending revolution back home. 1/2 characters here who are not made for battle situations.

Edith: Maryland based loyalist, loyalist out of love for her family. She/her, bi (closeted). Catholic but very English. A civilian caught in a bad situation, didn’t do anything wrong, unless love for one’s family is a sin. Honestly reminds me of a Liberty’s Kids character and Sarah Livingston (Turn) but younger. Of marriageable age (24), good natured, well meaning, loyalty to what she deems moral just has her in a bad situation.

Harriet: Boston based dress maker and painter, sometimes pamphlet writer. Free woman of global majority (colour), Black and Welsh. She/her, bi. Yet another civilian caught in a war they didn’t ask for. Declares neutrality to survive, probably more on the side of the continental army, but she’d rather not the gallows.

Verity, Nancy & Sally/the tombeor polycule: their last name isn’t actually their last name, it’s a French title meaning “performer.” Like a code name. A polycule of three black/Irish sex worker women who are all dating each other and their clients, at the same time, she/her(s) all bi-poly-sapphic. Sex workers and spies for the culper ring, but their loyalty isn’t a cheap. Technically they declare themselves neutral in the war, it’s all lies.

#meera answers #ashfordlabs #answered #oc: Audrey #oc: camille #oc: artémise #oc: Benjamin fisher #oc: charles #oc: Eliott Baird #oc: Carlotta #oc: edith #oc: Harriet #oc: verity #oc: sally #oc: Nancy #18th century #american revolution #turn: washington's spies #bisexual #turn washington's spies #amc turn #turn amc #queer #lgbtq+ #vampires #monstrous other #writing historical fiction #historical fiction #writing horror #gothic horror

[dreamypqulson]

HYPERVENTILATING RN

#sarah paulson #wlw #american horror story #ratched #ahs #oceans 8 #billie dean howard #lana winters #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx #sally mckenna #audrey tindall #shelby miller #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable #mildred ratched #tammy oceans 8 #tb karen #harriet hayes #abby gerhard #lesbian

[paulsonsratched]

Sarah characters and how I relate to them in book quotes:

(I thought I would try something else ☺️)

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Billie Dean Howard:

“Don't ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box. Don't do that.” (Taylor Jenkins Reid, The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo)

Cordelia Goode:

„Words have the power to shoot down or raise up. Sharp cutting words can whirl for years.“(Louise M. Wisechild, The Mother I Carry: A Memoir of Healing from Emotional Abuse)

Harriet Hayes:

„I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.“ (Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre)

Mildred Ratched:

„I must make up my mind which is right – society or I.“ (Henrik Ibsen, A Doll's House)

Wilhemina Venable:

„You're beautiful, but you're empty. No one could die for you.“ (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince)

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I would like to get to know you more this way as well. Whether it’s song quotes, book quotes, lines from poems…whatever. It would be amazing to see yours.

I‘m tagging @thedeconstructionist @rabexxpaulson @max-the-d0g @devriesgoode @goodegrrrl

Don’t feel pressured to do it though! You don’t have to of course!

#american horror story #sarah paulson #fanfic #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #ahs fandom #billie dean howard #sarah paulson x reader #ahs fanfiction #billie dean howard x reader #cordeliagoodexreader #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx #Mildred Ratched #Harriet Hayes

[ginnyrules27]

The VKs and AKs.

If they were to have a theme song, what would they be? The catch? NO DISNEY SONGS!

Okay first of all the No Disney Songs rule was pure evil! Secondly, I didn't know if you meant 'individual' theme songs or 'group' theme songs...so I did both!

And no I didn't do all of the VKs/AKs because well...that's a lot of people and I don't listen to that much non-Disney music

Claudine: Tolerate It (TS)/Hush Little Baby

Mal: The Man (TS)/Queen (Loren Gray)/Apex Preditor (Mean Girls)

Henry: Something Good (Sound of Music) 

Ryan: Unsaid Emily (Julie and the Phantoms) (Yes I know the song's about Luke's relationship with his mother but still!)

Harry: Perfect (Simple Plan)

Uma: Get Down (Six) 

Harriet: That Don’t Impress Me Much (Shania Twain)

CJ: Stupid Girls (P!nk)

Freddy: It’s Tough to be a God (El Dorado) 

Zevon: Black Magic (Little Mix) 

Ginny: Miss Independent (Kelly Clarkson) 

Celia: La la Land (Demi Lovato) 

Hadie: Ghosted (Jeremy Shada) (I don't know if it truly fits Hadie but the ghost reference was too good not to pick lol)

VK theme as a group: Don’t Stop Me Now (Queen)/Raise Your Glass (P!nk) 

Ben: I Want Crazy (Hunter Hayes) 

Emir: Be Okay (Oh Honey) 

Akiho: Home (Phillip Phillips) 

Audrey (Audie): The Pony I Want to Be/My Past is Not Today (MLP)

Audrey (Choosing): All Eyes On Me (Julie and the Phantoms)

Chad: Fit Hot Guys Have Problems Too (Crazy Ex Girlfriend) 

Kitty: Breakfast (Dove Cameron) 

Lucy: On the Ride (Aly and AJ)

Alexandria: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun 

Lonnie: This One’s for the Girls (Martina McBride) 

Emma: Roar (Katy Perry) 

Elle: Stand Tall (Julie and the Phantoms) 

Chip: Gettin’ Bi (Crazy Ex Girlfriend) 

AK theme as a group: A True, True Friend (MLP) 

#responding to ask box #ask box #answering ask box

[vintagestagehotties]

Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 1

Jessie Matthews: This Year of Grace (1928 Broadway); Harriet Green/Harriet Hawkes in Ever Green (1930 West End); Eliza Doolittle in Pygmalion (1950 National Tour UK)

Helen Hayes: Mary Stuart in Mary of Scotland (1933 Broadway); Portia in The Merchant of Venice (1938 National Tour US); Addie in Happy Birthday (1947 Broadway); The Duchess of Pont-Au-Bronc in Time Remembered (1958 Broadway); Mrs Fisher in The Show Off (1967 Broadway)

Propaganda under the cut

Jessie Matthews:

something about her radiates BDE

I would like to kiss her with tongue please and thank you

Helen Hayes:

Helen Hayes is considered to be the First Lady of American Theater, she won the Tony Award for Best Actress in a Play twice, she is the first woman to win an EGOT and the first person ever to win the Triple Crown of Acting

#vintagestagehotties #vintagestagepoll #vintage tournament #vintage poll #jessie matthews #helen hayes #ladies round 1 #vintage ladies

[sondheims-hat]

Mrs. Lovett

Angela Lansbury (1979), Sheila Hancock (1980), Dorothy Loudon (1980), June Havoc (1982), Joyce Castle (1984), Gillian Hanna (1985), Judy Kaye (1984), Nancye Hayes (1987), Jean Stapleton (1989), Beth Fowler (1989), Simone Kleinsma (1993), Julia McKenzie (1993), Vicky Peña (1995), Mary Ellen Ashley (1997), Ritva Auvinen (1997), Christine Baranski (1999), Patti LuPone (2000), Judi Connelli (2001), Beverly Klein (2001), Christine Baranski (2002), Judith Christin (2002), Phyllis Pancella (2003), Felicity Palmer (2004), Buffy Baggott (2004), Elaine Paige (2004), Karen Mann (2004), Harriet Thorpe (2006),Patti LuPone (2005),  Maria Friedman (2007), Maria Waters (2007), Helena Bonham Carter (film 2007), Emily Skinner (2009), Sherri L. Edelen (2010), Harriet Harris (2010), Rebecca du Ponte Davies (2011), Liz McCartney (2011), Imelda Staunton (2011), Karen Ziemba (2012), Andi Allen (2012), Emma Thompson (2014), Corrine Oslo (2016), Annaleigh Ashford (2023).

#Sondheim #Sweeney Todd

[5ivebyfive]

“My mom used to say if Jesus is your co-pilot you should switch seats.”

- Harry (Sarah Paulson), Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip

#this CAST #ugh #studio 60 tag #harriet hayes tag