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moodywyrm · 1 year

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i just redid my room this week,, and it has me wondering what abby and readers room/apartment would look like !! and if they would have any pets or plants and things of those sorts !!

-🧸

you have just opened the floodgates. I fucking love home decor n decorating shit, I literally went Bonkers when I got to decorate my bedroom in my college apartment.

ok so I drew out a floor plan.

so this is gonna be. a big one. so. jerry spared literally no expense when he got abby her college apartment. sure its one bedroom one bath, but it's got a spacious living room that connects to the kitchen. there's a big ol island in the kitchen where abby got so many stools bc she wanted to fit all of her besties. thinks her washer n dryer are in the worst spot ever, but they're the stacked ones so it isn't as bad as it could be. that lil area next to the patio? her reading spot. she never really knew what to do with the space until she met you, and then it clicked. reading nook. one of your guys' favorite dates was hitting every thrift store you could to find a good coffee table and old armchairs. one green, one pink, one baby blue. she loves them to bits, they're absolutely moving into her next place with her. she literally Made a bookshelf to store all the books you gradually left at her house, and it's become your joint shelf now <3

the sofa is Huge and her dad bought it for her, it's black upholstery. her apartment doesn't have one particular style, just very Abby. I forgot to draw it in but there is absolutely a trophy case in the living room. her medals and old jerseys are on the wall, mixed with your band posters and art prints. her favorite parts are the framed photo graphs of her friends and family, including multiple of you. she specifically picked an apartment with great windows, and this came in so handy when you moved in because the both of you basically have a fucking Jungle of plants. Hanging plants, plant stands, plants on every surface. ur babies. the walls are a kinda neutral white color, nothing super special, but it really doesn't matter when it's covered in so much stuff! plus, you usually have colored lights on (like salt lamps, candles, bluetooth color shifting lightbulbs), that the walls are usually just whatever color you want them to be. the couch is covered in throw blankets, that you brought in. the main living area, bedroom, and closet are all dark oak hardwood-tile, with the softest rugs known to man, especially in the bedroom bc neither of you want to step on ice cold tile in the winter.

the bathroom is a different, simple white tile. the shower has glass sliding doors, that abby absolutely uses to look at u while u shower n vice versa <3 it has a built in tub that u make full use of. the bathroom counter is covered in candles, trinkets, skincare, hygiene products, but all very organized bc it makes abby stress less.

the bedroom. ok. her bed? godly. so fucking comfy. king sized, with the softest sheets ever and the plushest comforter and blankets. satin pillowcases you brought in <3 abby religiously washes her bedding, so it cycles from black to pink to blue every three weeks. the bedroom walls are also covered in art prints and wall hangings, but all of these were picked by the both of you. a lot of it is thrifted or bought from local artists, bc you absolutely drag abby to local craft fairs and the like <3 that chest at the end of the bed holds spare bedding and ,,,, other things ,,,, it is locked. on the wall between the doors to the bathroom and closet is a huge standing mirror, and underneath it is a small table and area for you to do your makeup. gives you top tier fit pics, it is also the mirror abby uses for ,,,, other things. it also! gives u a perfect look at abby while she's working at her desk. above her desk is a huge wall grid/corkboard that she hangs a bunch of shit on. I forgot to draw them in but she also has more bookshelves on the wall across from the bed, specifically four small-medium ones, separated by a dresser that holds a bunch of spare stuff and some of her workout gear that she uses often enough to keep out of the closet.

ok the fun stuff. books fucking Everywhere!!! and cool dishware that you thrifted when you moved in. the kitchen is so well loved and worn in, bc you two love cooking together. the couch is much the same way, well worn n comfortable as all hell, literally one of your favorite spots in the apartment. ur actual favorite spot? the patio. it's beautiful, covered in plants, always burning incense out there, comfortable seating, a beautiful view of the park across the street. u and abby spend your weekend mornings out there, usually bundled up into one big chair while abby dozes and you read, drinking coffee or tea or your preferred morning beverage. the apartment smells so good bc candles and incense and abby's rigorous cleaning. her apartment feels like home for the both of you, carefully curated to be a little sanctuary after long days of classes and practices and just general stress.

this is my magnum opus. I have a problem. I will probably speak more on this.

#🧸 anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff

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simstorian-blog · 6 months

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Cacti Casa (V2) - NotSoBerry Mint Gen

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Parched Prospect

Lot Size: 40 x 30

(3-bedroom, 2 Bathroom)

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Used

City Living

Get Together

Get To Work

Growing Together

High School Years

Island Living

Outdoor Retreat

Snowy Escape

Spa Day

Wedding Stories

Build Mode

Harlix – Bafroom (Used Throughout)

Harlix – Harluxe (Used Throughout)

Harrie – Octave Pt. 2 (Doors)

Harrie – Octave Pt. 4 (Wall Switch)

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 3 (Plant, Plaster Wall)

Peacemaker – Atwood Living (Divider)

Peacemaker – Baton Siding

Peacemaker – Brick Wall

Peacemaker – Futura Living (Panel)

Peacemaker – Carpet

Peacemaker – Vintage Glamour Add- on (Solid Door)

Pierisim – Oak House Pt. 4 (Tiles)

Severinka – Jungle Wall

Syboubou – Bamboo (Floors)

Buy Mode

Awingedllama – Blooming Room Separated Plants

Awingedllama – Boho Living (Blanket)

BlueTeas – Milano Chair

BlueTeas – Samara Chandeliers

BlueTeas – Sheer Curtain

BlueTeas – Walt Ottoman

CharlyPancakes – Miscellanea (Book)

ClutterCat – Baby Boo (Bedding, Bed Frame, Coloring Book)

ClutterCat – Cozy Cocina (Sugar Bowl)

ClutterCat – Dandy Diary Bathroom (Small Mirror)

Cluttercat – Dandy Diary Pt. 2 (Wipes)

ClutterCat – Mellow Moods (BearWoolCap)

Harlix – Baysic Bathroom (Shower, Toilet Paper, Toilet)

Harlix – Jardane (Counters, Firepit, Grill)

Harlix – Kichen

Harlix – Livin’ Rum

Harlix – Orjanic Pt. 2 (Curtain + Rod)

Harlix – Tiny Twavellers (Canopy Medium)

Harrie – Brownstone Pt. 1

Harrie – Brownstone Pt. 3 (Armchair, Canvas, Vase)

Harrie – Brutalist Bathroom (Shelves)

Harrie – Country Pt. 2 (Counters)

Harrie – Halycon (Kitchen Island)

Harrie – Kwatei Pt. 2 (Counters, Shelves)

Harrie – Shop The Look 1 (End Table)

Harrie – Spoons Pt. 3 (Sectional)

Harrie – Stockholm (Ottoman)

Felixandre – Chateau Pt. 4 (Basil, Rack)

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 2 (Tray)

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 3 (Plant)

Joyce – Simple Live Pt. 5 (Shower Gel)

Myshunosun – Serene Bathroom (Rug)

Myshunosun – Moonwood Garden (Picked Flowers & Herbs)

Peacemaker – Alesund Sectional

Peacemaker – Caine Living (Canvas)

Peacemaker – Hamptons Getaway (Jars, Towels)

Peacemaker – Kassova Sectional

Peacemaker – Kingston Dining (Dining Table, Framed Canvas)

Peacemaker – Kitayama Bedroom (Half Moon Headboard, Table)

Peacemaker – Kitayama Dining (Brush Strokes)

Peacemaker – Matilda Mudroom (Boxes)

Peacemaker – Vara Office (Computer, Desk Chair)

Peacemaker – Hinterlands Living (Fringed Pouffe)

Peacemaker – Adirondack Pt. 1 (Umbrella)

Peacemaker – Tasteful Tots

Pierisim – Calderone (Bedding)

Pierisim – David’s Apartment Pt. 2 (Bottles)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 2 (Coffee Tables, Plant, Rug, Side Tables)

Pierisim – Oak House Pt. 4 (Vase)

Pierisim – Teeny Weeny (Diaper Set, Hanging Clothes)

Pierisim – Unfold (Pitcher)

Pierisim – Vera Bathroom (Hook, Robe)

Pierisim – Winter Garden (Old Rug)

PlushPixels – Hamptons

Ravasheen – Deja Brew (Coffee Jars, Sugar Packets)

Ravasheen – Hot Sim Disguise Clutter (Tray)

Ravasheen – Motivational Speaker

RusticSims – Kind of Modular (All Books)

Severinka – Dayana Poster

Severinka – Kamila Boho Lamp

Sooky88 – Leaning Framed Posters 2

Sundays – Pop! Pt. 1 (Throw Pillows)

Sundays – Sumbra Pt. 1 (Pillows, Rug, Throw Blanket)

Sundays – Swell Pt. 2 (Headboard)

Sundays – Yarra Pt. 2 (Duvet)

Syboubou – Dinosaur

Syboubou – Modern Easel

TaurusDesign – Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 2 (Deco Jars)

TaurusDesign – Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 3 (Pillows)

Tuds – NCTR (Fridge, Tray)

Tuds – SHKR (Stove)

Winner9 – Yokeda (Pendant, Wall Lamp)

Wondymoon – Potassium Blanket

Do NOT reupload my builds NOR claim them as your own. They take me hours to complete.

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#simstorian #cc #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 simblr #builds #sims 4 build #oasis springs #cacti casa #parched prospect #build

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corellianhounds · 1 month

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Soldier, Princess, Farm Boy, Spy

Chapter 1/2 — Similitude

Media: Rogue One / the original Star Wars trilogy

Rating: Gen.

Word Count: 1,945

Warnings: None

Art Credit: The Rogue One comic book adaptation, illustrated by Emilio Laiso. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.

Summary: Two girls— unknowing of the way their fates will cross as adults— meet each other as children, the stark difference in their upbringings seen in the fleeting childhood moments you befriend a stranger by virtue of circumstance and never meet again.

11 BBY. Jyn is ten and has been raised by Saw Gerrera for two years. Leia is eight.

Jyn sees a small figure in white sitting politely next to Senator Organa across the table.

They were gathered in a debate chamber in the capital city of Karom to discuss the Empire’s encroachment on the largest continental territory on the equator. There was already active Imperial movement to expand their mining facilities on Morak further and further into the jungle, displacing the tribes and disrupting the local settlements as they segmented off chunks of land and built borders between the facilities. The unrefined rhydonium the Imperials excavated was volatile and explosive and had already caused massive civilian casualties due to improper handling and transportation, and little had been done by the Empire to remediate the losses.

Saw was prepared to stage an upheaval of the largest operation and was there to argue for more support from the Alliance council, but the senators from neighboring planets had either not given a satisfactory solution or had flat out refused to support Saw, saying accountability had to be taken through “the proper channels” to prevent further incidents. Saw insisted the Empire be more permanently dissuaded from settling on the planet.

Jyn knew all of this. They had been living south among the natives for upwards of four months and had seen the destruction for themselves. Saw had briefed her on their objective of the meeting, adding though that he didn’t anticipate reaching a common ground. Jyn had been passing the time watching all of the people in the room, their expressions and body language telling more than their words ever did. More often than she really cared for she would find adults watching her back, and she would stare them down until they uncomfortably shifted their focus away.

The other girl across from her had braids situated like a crown on top of her head, neat and tidy. Jyn scowled, and had she been closer she would have had to ignore the urge to reach out and yank her hair. She knew it wasn’t kind, but she couldn’t help but feel like everyone in the room was comparing the two of them the way they were comparing Saw and the senator from Alderaan. As if the plain way Jyn and Saw spoke and dressed provided justification for how many council members continued to derogate their stance.

Jyn didn’t think the arguments should have taken this long anyway. Didn’t the men both want the same thing? Why did they have to debate the means they achieved it with?

The princess sat primly beside her father, out of place and unnecessary, in Jyn’s opinion. For as little time as she and Saw spent in cities, she’d seen the kinds of posters and holovids that promoted politicians by showing how affable and “community oriented” they must be because they were portrayed next to children. Bringing his daughter with him was either a ploy to seem more sympathetic, or to keep people from verbally attacking him while she was there. Jyn was there because Saw trusted her to observe and gather information as he made his appeals.

She’s just a girl like me, Jyn thought sullenly, looking back at her counterpart. She only looks nice because she has servants to make her look that way.

Jyn paused at that thought. She looked at the princess again, analyzing.

Bored eyes. Neutral frown. She looked as though she were listening to a school lecture or protocol droid. Jyn tipped her head to get a better look: the other girl looked like she’d tucked her hands under her thighs to keep from fidgeting. Her feet kicked idly, but silently.

Maybe that is the case, Jyn thought. Servants made her look nice and braided her hair because her father made her come with him, same as Saw had with her.

The thought soured what malicious glee she’d felt at her earlier vindictive impulse.

What had the senator called it? Partisan infighting?

—

There was a short interim as the leaders dispersed before they were to regroup. Saw was irritable as he grumbled to her in the stairwell, talking out his frustrations and organizing his thoughts. Jyn had heard enough of it on their journey into the city but knew better than to complain. “Repetition is the chief of all learning,” he would say.

Jyn could see past him to the duracrete skybridge just outside. Treetops from the landscaped walkway below edged out over the top of the railing in brilliant shades of red, yellow, green, and orange, the bark white with dark, swirled knots that reminded her of eyes. The wind rustled the leaves and scattered the dead ones, sending them off in the breeze, and the sun shone brighter through the branches.

Jyn waited until Saw reached a stopping point before asking if she could go outside. Saw looked suspiciously through the window behind him. Jyn didn’t think there was anything he didn’t regard with suspicion.

“I need to speak with one of the senators anyway,” he said finally, tapping his cane against the floor as he reached his deliberation. “You may stay on the terrace, provided you are back inside for the next session.”

“Yes sir,” Jyn promised, and she left.

—

Jyn sat on her knees, pressed against the upper duracrete ledge, knocking the backs of her boots together as she watched the tops of the trees sway. It wasn’t long before she was approached by the girl with the neat braids pinned to the back of her head.

“Hi.”

“… Hi.”

“I’m Leia, of Alderaan.” The girl held out her hand.

Jyn stared at the proffered handshake next to her. “I know.”

“Your name is Jyn?”

“Yeah.”

The princess hesitated, her hand dropping. “Would you like some company?”

Jyn frowned, seeing the senator with the dark goatee back over the bridge next to the building with the other adults. “If you’re doing it because your father told you to come talk to me, no.”

“I’m bored anyway.” The princess, with some effort, hopped up onto the ledge next to Jyn. Jyn continued to fiddle with the cords on her jacket, tying knots and undoing them. Square knot. Half hitch. Clove hitch. Felucian twist. The girl next to her was quiet, at least for a little while. Before long, though, her own restless feet began to kick as she looked around.

“Would you like to play?”

Jyn scowled at the childish question. “No, I don’t want to play.”

Leia frowned. “I’m trying to be polite.”

Jyn continued to fiddle with her knot work. “Why?”

“Because Papa told me I had to. I have to be diplomatic towards other people.”

“No you don’t. Not really.”

“I do,” Leia said. “If I want people to listen to me.”

“Well I don’t want to listen to you so stop being polite.”

Leia crossed her arms and sat back with a scowl. Jyn was satisfied the princess had given up trying to maintain an appearance. She didn’t like people who pretended.

Still… If Jyn was honest with herself it wasn’t really the princess’s fault she was in a prickly mood. The girl seemed a few years younger than her, and nothing about her actual expressions or voice indicated that she felt herself more important than Jyn, unlike the adults inside, or some of the cadets in Saw’s band who were clear in their mockery of her. She could tell the difference.

Truth be told, talking to Leia was more interesting than anything else Jyn had done all day.

“Do you always come to these meetings?” Jyn asked, turning around to sit against the wall.

The girl shrugged, the stormy expression dissipating. “Sometimes. Or sometimes I come if I’m already with Papa and there’s no time to send me home or have someone watch me.”

“Watch you?”

Leia tucked one boot up on the ledge, grinding the heel against the stone. “Nannies,” she said derisively. “Nurse droids or governesses. Anyone to keep me from going outside or being by myself or playing with friends.”

“Oh.” Jyn supposed that made sense. It had been so long since Lah’mu that she’d forgotten most children weren’t as independent as she’d been brought up. Even back on her parents’ farm she’d had a relative range of freedom, and she could only imagine the security surrounding politicians and their families now under the Empire’s reign. Leia didn’t look like she could fight off anyone if she was in danger.

“Papa says it’s good for me to learn,” Leia said, almost as an afterthought. She stared sullenly at the ground, absently pulling up the grass between them. “He says I’m supposed to become a senator too when I grow up.”

“You’re a princess,” Jyn reasoned. “Aren’t you supposed to be a leader and make decisions anyway?”

“I guess.” Leia looked up towards the sky in thought, then back to Jyn. “Why didn’t you want to play?” she asked curiously.

“Haven’t done it in a long time,” Jyn shrugged. “I don’t have anybody to play with.”

“What about your father?”

Jyn’s chest burned so quick and hot she felt like she could breathe fire. Any kindness she’d felt before evaporated. She didn’t think the words she spoke next were true, and she felt guilty for wishing they were despite knowing the alternative was worse to admit to a stranger. “My dad’s dead.”

Leia looked confused. “But— He was just in there, talking at the table.”

Her tone threw Jyn off, and it was her turn to look confused. “Saw? Saw’s not my father.”

“He called you “my child.”

Jyn shook her head. Leave it to Saw to confuse the girl with his refusal to call Jyn by her name even when she told him to. Still, Leia was old enough to not be this daft. Jyn didn’t understand. “He just says that. My dad’s dead.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“… Mine’s dead too,” Leia said softly. “My real one.”

“Wait—” Jyn stopped her. “The senator—?”

“He’s not my real dad. He and Momma adopted me.”

Jyn felt… ashamed. Turned out she’d been just as wrong as the princess. She looked over at the other girl, finally dropping the cords of her jacket and at a loss for what to say.

“… Do you know how to play skipscotch?”

The princess’s somber look turned bright. “No, but you can show me.”

—

Senator Organa came to call Leia in as the council reconvened. Jyn followed after and elbowed through the crowd to the front, taking her place next to Saw as the talks began right where they’d left off. It seemed Saw was no less insistent than when Jyn had last left him, and she listened as he proposed his plan once more with conviction.

At one point Leia tugged on Senator Organa’s sleeve and he picked her up, holding her on one hip. Leia lay her head on his shoulder and started to doze off, and Jyn was hit with a wave of envy, anger, and bitter grief.

She missed her own father. The princess was being a baby. No one was going to hold her if she got tired— Saw was busy, and he wouldn’t have held her even if he’d been able to. He told her to stand up straight and listen because there could be important things to hear. Why did Leia, a princess— someone supposed to be a leader one day— get to be held? Why did she get to sleep?

Jyn’s eyes burned with unshed tears. She refused to let them fall. She stood with her chin level and stared ahead, adamantly refusing to think of the last time Galen held her and hating him for every moment he wasn’t there with her now.

Notes: I had this idea and conversation already drafted even before reading the Rogue One comic books, and seeing this panel in a flashback during Saw and Jyn’s discussion on Jedha cemented the idea for me.

#Jyn Erso #Leia Organa #Princess Leia #Saw Gerrera #Bail Organa #my writing #Rogue One #Star Wars fanfiction #original trilogy #Rogue one fanfiction #Can you tell idk how to tag things #AO3 Link in reblog

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lewisyellowhelmet · 2 years

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omg the wedding has me feeling some sort of way 😩 post-proposal smut? 👀

wedding!lewis is truly... something else. can just imagine him being so Proud and Excited to marry you, feels so honoured you chose him, that you found each other, that you're a team. i just. yeah. anyway!! proposal on jungle island!! thank u for ur prompt bestie!

see wedding s*x here!

submit ur own freaky friday prompt here!

You swim in the sea, after, paranoid you’ll lose the ring in the expanse of the Pacific Ocean, but Lewis has done his homework, its the perfect size on your finger, no danger of it slipping off.

It had only felt right to get in the water, after you’d cried and laughed and cried more on the sand with Lewis on one knee, dizzy with happiness, the sun setting over the beach.

The current moving past the island this time of year is warm, so you float for a long time, letting Lewis kiss the salt out of your mouth. Pressed up against him in the slow ocean, legs around him, watching the water drip down his chest.

Eventually, when you start to shiver, and it’s almost dark, he tells you he’s booked a private dinner, drags you back to the villa. You want to get in the shower with him, distract him enough that he'll forget about the booking and take you to bed, but he’s resolute in his insistence that you go.

Your feelings are almost hurt, until he leads you into the beautiful private dining room, open on one side to the warm evening breeze, a fan turning lazily above the huge table, and your entire families are seated there, secretly flown out. You have to turn and cry into Lewis’ shoulder for a second, overwhelmed with love, with admiration, for being taken care of so for well, for him knowing you so deeply, that they would be the first people you want to see after such a big experience.

So you eat and drink and laugh, Lewis’ hand on your leg (can't stop touching you, can't let go), his ring on your finger. Your families spread around you, eager to be made into one, linked by you and Lewis, linked by the oath you’ve made to each other.

It’s late when you walk back down the winding wooden pathways through the jungle, leading you back to the villa. Tucked into the side of Lewis, your body lazy with champagne, keep stopping him in dark corners to push him up against the railing and kiss him until you can feel him against your belly.

Then, finally, the peace of the villa, white curtains blowing in the night air, the big bed set into the wood headboard, four posters. The light of the moon falls through the open windows to paint Lewis’ skin, so he almost glows, as you unbutton his shirt, can hear him breathing, trying to steady himself.

He almost shakes, under your fingers, as you undress him, revealing more and more of a familiar body. He’s impatient, his big hand pushing into your loose hair, holding your head, I wanna see you, too, he says, waits for you to smile and nod, breathless with wanting.

His hands skimming over your body, slipping you out of your dress. It feels strangely vulnerable, stood with him at the end of the bed, naked under the moonlight. He looks at you like you’re a Goddess, a Deity, come down to Earth just for him.

Lewis takes his time, lays you all out on the bed, kisses everywhere his mouth can get, stays between your legs for a long time, his fingers, his tongue, working you open, until you’re restless and panting, and two orgasms ahead.

When he finally, finally, gets inside you, he groans like he’s feeling you for the first time all over again, you bracketed under him, fingers dug into his shoulders.

You feel amazing, he breathes, the scrape of his beard on your jaw, you always do, so perfect for me. Wanna fuck you til you cry.

You choke over a gasp, the heat of his words in your belly, his hands all over you, your breasts, your tummy, your face.

Pushing the hair out of your face so he can watch when you come again, tears leaking out down your cheeks, flushed and in oblivion.

That’s it, baby, that’s it, no one can make you feel like I can, he tells you, his movements getting sloppy as he loses control, says your name like a prayer, reverent and instinctual.

You don’t sleep for a long time, despite the deep night. Just lie wrapped up in him and the sheets, feeling his fingers run over your body, like he can’t get enough, never will.

Gonna be my wife, he whispers, soft smile, kisses your forehead, gonna keep you forever.

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton drabble #f1 smut #*#freaky friday

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mlobsters · 8 months

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supernatural s9e4 slumber party (w. robbie thompson)

were they plugging in some vacuum tubes in this old timey flashback. also thanks for the update on kevin, show, i had lost track of him

DEAN You know, after everything that happened, I figured we could use a little break ourselves, so I picked you up season one of Game of Thrones.

funny that the game of thrones thing is canon, read a handful of things that mentioned them watching it and it was such an unexpected detail i thought it was just (not terribly in character) fanon LOL

i see you, microsoft surface product placement lol

okay i also see you, pr0n folder. very cute

laughing at the idea that this ~30s-40s era computer has files. but it is magical so *hand wave*

gettin a talk from the dads. but her sneaky distraction worked

SAM You really can't delete those from the Internet? CHARLIE Not even I can do that. Come on! DEAN Where do you even find them? CHARLIE A top-secret place I call Amazon. And someone uploaded all the unpublished works. I thought it was fanfic at first, but it was clearly Edlund's work.

i like that gentle poking fun at the show

CHARLIE So, takeout, sleepover, braid each other's hair?

CHARLIE Man, this bed is about as comfortable as a brick. Any plans on moving in anytime soon? SAM I am moved in. This is just my style.

again i shouldn't be surprised these details (sam's uncomfortable bed) are canon but yet i continue to be!

DEAN Yeah, this is his, uh, style. SAM Well, I'm sorry I haven't hung up the, uh, "Hang in there, kitty" poster yet, Dean. Feel free to redecorate. DEAN So, what, our home's not good enough for the "Hang in there, kitty" poster? SAM This isn't our home. This is where we work. DEAN What's the difference?

ouch, sam.

ps if i didn't mention it, isn't it gonna be a problem if the boop-boop magical computer detects angels and is gonna detect the one sam doesn't know is inside him right now

there's too much going on right now. the jar of goo they spilled and don't know about, the goofy flashback witch lady who's obviously related, bickering spouses, charlie hacking the gibson, angel boop-boop

and i thought i recognized this kid's face and voice, yet another person that was on the killing! those vancouver shows, lots of commingling

the killing s3e1 the jungle - andrew jenkins as cody

dorothy, wicked witch, crowley. this is just a lot.

CROWLEY Write it down so daddy can help.

DEAN Damn it, I just cleaned in here. SAM Really?

home? what's that?

excuse ME keep those eyeballs away from the fourth wall, mister. i know these episodes are the fannish variety but :p forced me to open premiere AND photoshop

DOROTHY I can't believe I've lived here for 75 years. How long have you called this place home? SAM My brother calls it home. Me, I, uh -- I haven't had that much luck with homes. DOROTHY Me neither. Overrated, you ask me. Yellow bricks or not, give me the open road any day.

LOL okay. thanks for clarifying this point about sam

hey now charlie gets to up her death counter. exciting. the plot machinations around ezekial are so tiresome

does Wicked break the fourth wall? why is this happening?

y'all are creepin me out

SAM Look, I never had what you had with mom and dad, okay? DEAN What are you talking about? SAM I don't have any memories of home. And whenever I've tried to make a home of my own, it really hasn't ended well. DEAN Yeah, but a lifetime of abandoned buildings and crappy motel rooms. I mean, this is about as close to home as we're gonna get, and it's ours.

this is such a mishmash of shit happening

this whole plot of the oz thing being real, her dad sanitizing it... this is very much like, a main plot of the magicians. (fantasy books kept main character man alive during depths of depression, turns out the dude who wrote them did live next door to the kids and they did actually go to the magical place but it's all very dark and disturbing)

CHARLIE Me? What about you crazy kids? You gonna be all right without me?

apparently not. dean getting attached

the very special episode where sam learns home can be Good, Actually

how big is the hole gonna get that dean's digging himself into with the angel possession situation. but i don't even really care to think about it because then i get irritated at how the show set up the situation

#supernatural #spnwatch #mygifs #spn 9x04 #charlie bradbury #spnhiky #hiky #the killing #andrew jenkins #robbie thompson #spn canon not fanon #spngifs

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My observations playing 'The Last Guardian' for the first time

The stained glass eyes make The Nest like a surveillance prison. Big Brother is watching you. Inspirations for The Nest – I Carceri by Piranesi, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Kung Fu Panda, Avatar.

I showed footage of the game to an art historian and he said the architecture looked like it was inspired by Indian temples, Angkor Wat and Palenque. Piranesi was supposedly inspired by Roman ruins with vines and trees growing over them.

There's a noise the boy makes when he’s climbing that sounds exactly like Link when he lands from too great a height in Ocarina of Time.

Movies Fumito Ueda might have been inspired by -

The Jungle Book – Mowgli is raised by wolves and needs to get back to the man-village, King Louie's lair is an Indian temple ruin. The Neverending Story - Falkor The Rescuers Down Under – the runway scene Kung Fu Panda – the prison Avatar - outdoor areas of The Nest make me think of Pandora, Toruk (the flying creature).

Movies inspired by The Last Guardian -

Jumanji: The Next Level – the apparatus in the scene with the apes. The Last Guardian is also referenced in the first movie when the poster for the game is shown on someone’s wall.

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Twisted Wonderland Part 2

I finished Books 2 and 3 and again there is no obligation to interact with this, this is just my joyful yelling about nonsense.

- I got a skit that was 100% a PSA for how to have good dental hygiene and brush/floss your teeth. Outside of my dentist’s office, it’s the only place I’ve seen anyone mention that brushing your teeth too hard scrapes the enamel off.

- Absolutely loved the finale to book 2 when the headmaster assumes everyone will want to peacefully solve their interpersonal conflicts with Leona and the students all go, “yeah no we’re beating the shit out of him let’s go”

- Loved Jamil 100% ready to burn down the school store because there were ants in the garbage can

- Love that Ursula’s house is straight up THE ITALIAN MOB. And they are BLACKMAILING THE HEADMASTER. The Wonderland house warden wants to host tea parties and croquet tournaments; meanwhile, the Ursula house warden rolled up as a tiny baby freshman in a three-piece suit ready to collect souls and indentured servants. Fucking INSANE, I LOVE IT.

-- It’s a bit off-putting that Floyd talks so much about squeezing people (to DEATH???), but in his human form, I like to imagine this translates to him crushing people in just the most over-the-top rib-cracking hugs and like same, my guy, same.

-- ALSO Leona’s, “Sorry, Azul. You’re just not quite as dastardly a villain as Yu is” !!! A fucking KICK ASS line, especially when literally all Yu threatened to do was sit outside of Leona’s room and scream nonstop unless he agreed to help lol.

-- From the Halloween event, the dynamic between Rook, Sebek, and Troy got me. Rook “I lived in the jungle for six months when I was six years old and accidentally poisoned myself and saw God no of course I am not lying” + Sebek’s “HOLY SHIT YOU’RE AMAZING FOR A HUMAN WOW” + Troy’s “Why the FUCK do you two have to be SO WEIRD ALL THE TIME” Delightful.

-- Also, Ace & Deuce being inseparable friends is so cute. Ace using Deuce’s cauldron spell when he’s stressed, Ace saying he’s not worried about Deuce when he’s kidnapped for the Halloween event but missing how quiet it is without him--doihsoihfdsf they’re such good buddies.

- I got Malleus’s lab coat outfit, and there is something very funny to me about the S-Tier Enigmatic and Powerful Dragon character wearing his safety goggles and laboratory coat & gloves as intended. Like, none of the other guys wear their safety gear properly, they’re either being silly or trying to look hot, but this game’s Handsome Boy poster child is modeling perfect lab safety. Bless him.

- Speaking of Malleus, I love his vibe?? Everyone at this school thinks he is So Cool and Distant and Powerful, meanwhile he’s info-dumping about gargoyles at every possible opportunity and his most treasured possession is a Tamagotchi. 100/10

#twisted wonderland #I am having a great time #the truth

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♛ extra! by princess adelaide windsor

following in the footsteps of her father, prince james windsor, who recently released his tell-all book ‘SPARE’, three years after the family stepped down from their royal titles, the youngest princess is now telling her side of the story. although now a new york times best seller, the book is being criticized for it’s elaborate fabrications, out of place stories and general nature of entitlement. under the cut are some quotes from the book.

“gran-gran, who you may know as the queen (r.i.p girlie pop) had a corgi fetish, like, it was actually absurd. and anytime i slept at her house, those little wiener looking freakazoids would climb into my bed chambers and hump mr. giggleman mcgee, the stuffed sloth that i’ve had since i was a baby, gifted to me by my lovely godparents david and victoria…beckham, you’ve heard of them, right? anyway, one night, corgi #5 literally wouldn’t stop so i picked it up, carried it outside buckingham palace and let it go into the streets of london to fend for it’s weird, horny self. i helped make the missing puppy posters that the guards hung all over london, but i knew the truth. and i knew that no one fucked with mr. giggleman mcgee.” - adelaide windsor chapter 4 ‘the corgis from hell vs. me and mr. giggleman mcgee - i always win.’

“i was devastated. i felt like my whole world was crashing down around me. it was like, totally worse than if they were to ever discontinue the shade jungle red at nars - they gave me an audi instead of a bugatti, when my dear cousin, little miss perfect charlotte, had gotten a bugatti for her sweet sixteen the year before. i knew right then and there that they hated me. so that’s why i drove it into the river thames - not because i was drunk, but because the car was super duper ugly.“ - adelaide windsor, chapter 6 ‘the not so sweet sixteen’

“it was a friday night at cirque le soir and i totally won’t blow up his spot and say names…so let’s just tall him gugh hrant, was quite literally looking at me like a panther looks at it’s prey. and i was just like obsessed much? so after i did some bumps off of the fingernail of a famous british model with fabulous eyebrows that was like bffs with that creep karl lagerfeld, i won’t name names agian, so let’s call her dara celevigne, i followed him outside when he stepped out to smoke and let’s just say, this man had totally seen better days. it was a really pathetic time, he prob forgot to take his viagra, so i like closed my eyes and just pretended he was his character in notting hill.’ . - adelaide windsor, chapter 9 ‘running up notting hill.’

“they were the most selfish little twits i’ve ever met in my life. who the hell has a twenty second anniversary vow renewal? apparently they do. as if their wedding wasn’t gaudy enough - not that i was there, but aunty cate certainly didn’t look as pretty as my mom did on her wedding day, her frown lines were already out in full force. i was like way too old to be a flower girl, but they insisted on making me one and they put me in this bridgerton looking bullshit that i literally couldn’t breathe in. like you know when you and your friends get held hostage on the coast of morocco on a pirate ship and they like, put a bag over your head and scream at you to give them all your money? that’s totally what this dress felt like. and the worst part? i had just gotten back from my tour of the arctic, so my nips were still completely frostbitten, but aunty cate and uncle willy didn’t care, they wouldn’t even reschedule and forced me to wear that dress that my nips were poking out of the entire time!” - adelaide windsor, chapter 11 ‘as cold as ice’

“after gran died i was like, extra sad-ish i guess. but i got to inherit so much of her fabulous jewelry because i was obviously her favorite. charlotte always thought she was the favorite but charlotte has also always been a dumb twit. after the funeral i was wearing one of the necklaces she gave me and charlotte was just like, totally jealous, so she attacked me and tried to rip the necklace off my neck! of course, she spun it and made it seem like i was fighting with her because she had been spotted on a date with the prince of greece who i literally dated when i was fifteen…like, sloppy seconds much? but that little bitch has always been jealous of me and always made me look like the crazy one. and that was the last day i ever spoke to her. she stuffs her bra, btw. pathetic, right? like, just get a boob job, you loser.” - adelaide windsor, chapter 14 ‘cousins by blood, enemies by choice’

'when my parents told me and my brothers that we were leaving and relinquishing our royal titles, i was fuming. i mean, nobody in the family pulls off a crown the way i do, so i got a little desperate. if i couldn’t be the princess of the uk, i was totally going to be the princess of something. so i started like, banging a bunch of royal dudes - saudi arabia, denmark, spain, japan, belgium, denmark again because he had a hotter older brother that just got divorced, i mean, you name it. i totally became the united nations of royal men. but then i realized, i don’t need a title to be royal, i’m literally the most perfect human ever. so i made the move, titles left behind, and i’ve made a name for myself here. sure, i’ve only been in a few t.v shows, but world domination is totally on the way. wait, you guys saw euphoria right? how good did my tits look in it? see! there was no lasting damage left behind from the frostbite incident!’ - adelaide windsor, chapter 18 ’america and the beautiful….it’s me, i’m the beautiful.’

#adelaideheadcanons

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♛ EXTRA! by princess adelaide windsor

“gran-gran, who you may know as the queen (r.i.p girlie pop) had a corgi fetish, like, it was actually absurd. and anytime i slept at her house, those little wiener looking freakazoids would climb into my bed chambers and hump mr. giggleman mcgee, the stuffed sloth that i’ve had since i was a baby, gifted to me by my lovely godparents david and victoria...beckham, you’ve heard of them, right? anyway, one night, corgi #5 literally wouldn’t stop so i picked it up, carried it outside buckingham palace and let it go into the streets of london to fend for it’s weird, horny self. i helped make the missing puppy posters that the guards hung all over london, but i knew the truth. and i knew that no one fucked with mr. giggleman mcgee.” - chapter 4 ‘the corgis from hell vs. me and mr. giggleman mcgee - i always win.’

“i was devastated. i felt like my whole world was crashing down around me. it was like, totally worse than if they were to ever discontinue the shade jungle red at nars - they gave me an audi instead of a bugatti, when my dear cousin, little miss perfect charlotte, had gotten a bugatti for her sweet sixteen the year before. i knew right then and there that they hated me. so that’s why i drove it into the river thames - not because i was drunk, but because the car was super duper ugly." - adelaide windsor, chapter 6 ‘the not so sweet sixteen’

“it was a friday night at cirque le soir and i totally won’t blow up his spot and say names...so let’s just tall him gugh hrant, was quite literally looking at me like a panther looks at it’s prey. and i was just like obsessed much? so after i did some bumps off of the fingernail of a famous british model with fabulous eyebrows that was like bffs with karl lagerfeld, i won’t name names agian, so let’s call her dara celevigne, i followed him outside when he stepped out to smoke and let’s just say, this man had totally seen better days. it was a really pathetic time, he prob forgot to take his viagra, so i like closed my eyes and just pretended he was his character in notting hill. not everyone can say that they lost their v-card to gugh hrant outside of a pub in london, right?’ . - adelaide windsor, chapter 9 ‘v-card, swiped!’

“after gran died i was like, extra sad-ish i guess. but i got to inherit so much of her fabulous jewelry because i was obviously her favorite. charlotte always thought she was the favorite but charlotte has also always been a dumb twit. after the funeral i was wearing one of the necklaces she gave me and charlotte was just like, totally jealous, so she attacked me and tried to rip the necklace off my neck! of course, she spun it and made it seem like i was fighting with her because she had been spotted on a date with the prince of greece who i literally dated when i was fifteen...like, sloppy seconds much? but that little bitch has always been jealous of me and always made me look like the crazy one. and that was the last day i ever spoke to her. she stuffs her bra, btw. pathetic, right? like, just get a boob job, you loser.” - adelaide windsor, chapter 14 'cousins by blood, enemies by choice’

'when my parents told me and my brothers that we were leaving and relinquishing our royal titles, i was fuming. i mean, nobody in the family pulls off a crown the way i do, so i got a little desperate. if i couldn’t be the princess of the uk, i was totally going to be the princess of something. so i started like, banging a bunch of royal dudes - saudi arabia, denmark, spain,japan, belgium, denmark again because he had a hotter older brother that just got divorced, i mean, you name it. i totally became the united nations of royal men. but then i realized, i don’t need a title to be royal, i’m literally the most perfect human ever. so i made the move, titles left behind, and i’ve made a name for myself here. sure, i’ve only been in a few t.v shows, but world domination is totally on the way. wait, you guys saw euphoria right? how good did my tits look in it? see! there was no lasting damage left behind from the frostbite incident!’ - adelaide windsor, chapter 18 'america and the beautiful....it’s me, i’m the beautiful.’

#adelaideheadcanons

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Tarzan Watch: Greystoke - the Legend of Tarzan, Lord of the Apes (1984)

this is the most pretentious possible Tarzan poster

Watched: 04/10/2023

Format: HBOmax

Viewing: First

Director: Hugh Hudson

I can only imagine what the pitch meeting was for this movie, and I can totally see how it happened.

In 1981, Hugh Hudson had directed Chariots of Fire, a movie that was a smash hit about pasty British guys running foot races and worrying about religion. Like, you couldn't escape the movie, which I watched on TV once when I was sick as a kid and immediately erased from my memory. But it was a big @#$%ing deal when adults went to the cinema.

I'm sure it's great. But it was an unlikely hit, and won Best Picture. Career made for somebody.

So when the director of the footrace movie comes to you and says "we're gonna do Tarzan. But now it's a prestige costume drama about how Tarzan is, in fact, a very sad ape man. He is not a super-human living among men, continually pursued by hot women and fighting weird alien threats and large animals. Instead, he's a kind of skinny French guy who does stuff you've seen apes do at the zoo. But, you know, it's quite sad" I guess you trust and give that guy a sack of cash to give it a go.

A bunch of other people had seen this movie, and had more or less ape-blocked me from seeing it over the years as every time I said "I've not seen this, but I'd like to" I'd be told "No. It is not good." And I was like "okay, fair enough." But tonight that didn't work, and I settled in for 2 hours and 15 minutes of sad Tarzan.

Look, at the end of the day, someone needed to realize a grown man imitating an ape is not what Tarzan is, exactly. Or that this would be a good thing to see on screen when it did happen. I don't know if they thought they were getting the magic on camera by having Christopher Lambert oop every time he felt an emotion, or basically having him play an ape who occasionally mutters short sentences. Frankly, this Tarzan seems positively ready for an institution, and so it makes for an utterly unbuyable love story between John Greystoke and Jane Porter, but it's the sexy 80's, so you know they're gonna bang. And, indeed, they do.

I've read the first Tarzan book, seen a few other Tarzan movies and read (and re-read) a Marvel comics adaptation of the first part of the first novel a fair bit, and you kind of realize the quick pitch version of the Greystokes winding up in Africa and their time there before things go sideways is more crucial than this movie thought. Add in that this movie really, really struggles with whether Tarzan is a feral person or has the astonishing intellect of the Tarzan of the novel in order to hew closer to a very 1980's story about man and nature, man's nature and nurture, and lacking basic reasoning skills in early 20th Century Scotland.

I can maybe get with a "but what if Tarzan really happened?" angle, but you're in a constant state of "yes, but..." regression that more or less flatlines at baby John Clayton dead in the jungle two days after his discovery by Kala. So you have to maybe accept even more, but more nuanced, absurdities than even the original novel doles out in order to buy the film. The casting of Lambert is odd, in part because he's not exactly Johnny Weismuller, and it's difficult to believe this guy survived in the jungle against apes and leopards. But it's the fact that when Tarzan is home, he's both utterly alien to himself and the world around him, but no one seems to notice? As he's all but flinging poo, people are just jabbering away at him.

What's oddest is that because Lambert is fairly successful at becoming an ape(mentally), it feels as if there's no inner world to Tarzan in some ways. We have no idea if he understands anything said to him, or the complexity of his predicament. He self soothes by ooping and rolling around. It's incredibly weird that the movie doesn't seem to think this is a problem. Or maybe it's an unsolvable problem? There's just a peculiar distance between the characters and the viewer, all of them - not just Clayton, that it's a bit odd.

All of that is, in it's way... kind of passable. But the movie is also morbidly predictable. Maybe it's the era, or maybe it's that they treat Tarzan more like a cub in Born Free than a human character, but you know this shit ends with Tarzan seeing his kindly grandfather/ benefactor croaking and the demands of the world becoming too much so he wanders back into the jungle to sweeping orchestral music before our ape man ever leaves the jungle. You know Jane will stand there impassiveley while Tarzan chooses a swift death in the jungle over endless food, luxury and sex with an actual human. You know the noble Belgian will try to get him back to the jungle when, frankly, he's probably gonna get killed after living soft for a year.

I am sure this felt mind-blowingly clever as they were making it, but the end result is a sad man making monkey noises for 90 minutes, and then running away. And that's maybe not what people were thinking of when they showed up to see a Tarzan flick with a budget.

Jamie mentioned the movie felt weirdly disjointed, and upon review... yeah. It kinda was. The movie can feel like it's borrowing from movies you already know, but doesn't do much with those storylines, so it's like these barely realized vignettes. Like - the entire storyline of Jane having a suitor goes nowhere and doesn't really do what it's intended to do - ie: show Jane how Tarzan is more noble than the nobleman. She doesn't see him beat the young helper guy. She doesn't see Tarzan save the day. She just dumps the guy for reasons that are vague (I mean, except wanting to live in a sweet mansion). That's just an example. The movie kind of does a lot of this.

It's a shame, because there's maybe a path for a Tarzan movie that tries to ground itself a bit more. But the 1980's was probably the last decade to tell a story about Tarzan without culture's need to navigate and acknowledge Europe's fuckery in colonial Africa. I think now you'd need to set the story post WWII or something and be careful. ERB's original prose isn't quite as racist as you'd expect, but it's certainly a product of its time (ie: it's still racist, just not as nut punchingly straightforwardly racist as other things you'll stumble over).

I kinda liked the 2016 Tarzan, because (a) the casting was rock solid (b) 3rd reel animal rampage and (c) making Lord Greystoke here anti-Colonial and giving a convincing argument for his desire to return home. It's got issues, and I wanted more monkey-business, but it was all right. That said - it was still mostly a reminder: oh my god. This is really hard now.

Anyway, I'm glad I finally watched it. It made excellent use of Andie McDowall's frankly stunning hair. Rick Baker's ape suits were everything I'd read about. The set and locations look phenomenal. There were genuine moments of hope for me that this might be better than expected.

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#tarzan #movies #film review #film

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What’s the Franklin + Franklin strip history?? :0

Ooh yay!! Thank you for asking!!

CWs: Light discussion of racism and segregation, as well as outdated language around race.

In 1968, a teacher (Harriet Glickman) wrote to Charles Schulz to implore him to add a black character to Peanuts. Schulz replied and said he'd wanted to add a black character for a while, but was afraid of coming off as patronizing in doing so.

[ID: A letter written by Harriet Glickman to Charles Schulz on April 15, 1968. The letter reads as follows:

"Dear Mr. Schulz,

Since the death of Martin Luther King, I've been asking myself what I can do to help change those conditions in our society which led to the assassination and which contribute to the vast sea of misunderstanding, fear, hate, and violence.

As a suburban housewife; the mother of three children and a deeply concerned and active citizen, I am well aware of the very long and torturous road ahead. I believe that it will be another generation before the kind of open friendship, trust and mobility will be an accepted part of our lives.

In thinking over the areas of the mass media which are of tremendous importance in shaping the unconscious attitudes of our kids, I felt that something could be done through our comic strips and even in that violent jungle of horrors known as Children's Television.

You need no reassurances from me that Peanuts is one of the most adored, well-read and quoted parts of our literate society. In our family, teen-age Kathy has posters and sweat shirts... pencil holders and autograph books. Paul, who's ten and our Charlie Brown Little Leaguer... has memorized every paper back book... has stationary, calendars, wall hangings and a Snoopy pillow. Three and a half year old Simon has his own Snoopy which lives, loves, eats, paints, digs, and sleeps with him. My husband and I keep pertinent Peanuts cartoons on desks and bulletin boards as guards against pomposity. You see... we are a totally Peanuts-oriented family.

It occurred to me today that the introduction of Negro children into the group of Schulz characters could happen with a minimum of impact. The gentleness of the kids... even Lucy, is a perfect setting. The baseball games, kite-flying... yes, even the Psychiatric Service cum Lemonade Stand would accommodate the idea smoothly.

Sitting alone in California suburbia makes it all seem so easy and logical. I'm sure one doesn't make radical change in so important an institution without a lot of shock waves from syndicates, clients, etc. You have, however, a stature and reputation which can withstand a great deal.

Lastly; should you consider this suggestion, I hope that the result will be more than one black child... Let them be as adorable as the others... but please... allow them a Lucy!

Sincerely,"

The image cuts off before the signature. /end ID]

[ID: A letter written by Charles Schulz in response to Harriet Glickman. It is written on Peanuts stationary with a drawing of Charlie Brown looking sad with his kite wrapped around Snoopy's doghouse. The letter reads as follows:

"Dear Mrs. Glickman,

Thank you very much for your kind letter. I appreciate your suggestion about introducing a Negro child into the comic strip, but I am faced with the same problem that other cartoonists are who wish to comply with your suggestion. We would all like very much to be able to do this, but each of us is afraid that it would look like we were patronizing our Negro friends.

I don't know what the solution is.

Best regards.

Sincerely yours, Charles M. Schulz" /end ID]

Glickman asked for permission to show Schulz's letter to her black friends, and Schulz agreed, saying he would be anxious to hear their feedback and suggestions. After hearing back from Glickman and her friends, Schulz decided to introduce Franklin later that year. He followed Glickman's friends' recommendations, introducing Franklin without fanfare or any acknowledgement of his skin color, simply showing a black child and a white child interacting and becoming friends.

[ID: Two Peanuts comic strips in black-and-white. In the first, Franklin hands Charlie Brown a beach ball, and then the two walk over to a lopsided sandcastle, with the following dialogue:

Franklin: Is this your beach ball? Charlie Brown: Hey! Yeah! Thank you very much! Franklin: I was swimming out there, and it came floating by... Charlie Brown: My silly sister threw it into the water. Franklin: I see you're making a sand castle... it looks kind of crooked. Charlie Brown: I guess maybe it is... where I come from, I'm not famous for doing things right.

In the second, Franklin and Charlie Brown begin rebuilding the sand castle, collecting sand and water in buckets, with the following dialogue:

Charlie Brown: Is your whole family here at the beach, Franklin? Franklin: No, my dad is over in Vietnam. Charlie Brown: My dad's a barber... he was in a war, too, but I don't know which one. Franklin: Do you like baseball, Charlie Brown? Charlie Brown: My problem is I like baseball too much. Franklin: Are you a good player? Charlie Brown: I have some friends who would regard that as a great topic for a panel discussion. /end ID]

The two are shown befriending each other on a desegregated beach and build a sandcastle (which is the scene shown in the ornament from this post).

Franklin's inclusion made him the first black character in a nationally syndicated comic strip, and later strips showing him attending school and sitting in front of Peppermint Patty also marked the first appearance of a desegregated school in a nationally syndicated comic strip!

Since then, he's also featured in several TV specials, The Peanuts Movie, and a few Peanuts-related video games as a supporting character, and a meet-and-greet character in Planet Snoopy!

Fun fact: Franklin's semi-canonical last name is Armstrong, a last name given to him in the 1990s by Charles Schulz after black cartoonist Robb Armstrong. Armstrong had been six when the original Franklin strip came out, and recalled that Franklin's inclusion as an inspiration to his young self.

[ID: A person dressed in a full walk-around costume of Franklin. The costume is clothed in a light green shirt, blue shorts, white socks, and white tennis shoes with red soles and black laces. He is standing in front of the Camp Snoopy Theater and giving two thumbs-up to the camera. /end ID.]

Bonus: After Franklin's initial inclusion, and especially after strips showing him attending a desegregated school, United Feature Syndicate asked Schulz to remove Franklin from future strips due to backlash. Schulz's response was "Let's put it this way: either you print [the strip] exactly as I draw it, or I quit. How's that?" Many people don't know this, but Charles Schulz was often incredibly badass.

(P.S.: This is my first time writing a long-form informational post like this, and also my first time writing image IDs, so please let me know if there's anything I can improve on!)

#peanuts #charlie brown #snoopy #franklin #long post #racism #<- for tws #(since there's some discussion of it/the letters use an outdated term)

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(originally published on 11/12/20)

DTVA/DTS TAGTEAM TWEET-ATHON MOVIE #44: PIGLET’S BIG MOVIE(2003)

Well, at least you tried...

This is what I consider movie #2 in the “Anime Pooh” quadrilogy. The movies are fairly standard in their openings, but slowly grow more melodramatic as they go on, coming to an overly dramatic climax.

Also, there’s a strange focus on Roo, who is the stand-in for the plucky shonen protagonist. He’s not in this one all that much, but he’s still more present here than in other movies in the series.

But regardless, this is definitely a direct sequel to The Tigger Movie, as they reference it several times throughout. It feels like they wanted to do for Piglet what The Tigger Movie did for Tigger.

I feel like they had a good idea for an opening and ending to this movie, but had no idea how to stretch it to 75 minutes, so they just padded the middle of this movie with what are essentially TV episodes. And this one wasn’t even meant to be a show!

The segments are cute enough, though I’m not sure if I would say they get their point across that Piglet is braver than he seems.

The Kanga segment is just uncomfortable, and just serves to show that Rabbit is racist against kangaroos for some reason. And the less said about the bath scene the better.

A lot of the characters besides Piglet all seem really “jerkass” in this movie. It’s not abominable, but it’s reaching it’s apex, especially with Rabbit.

Also, I feel like a movie called “Piglet’s Big Movie” should probably focus on Piglet’s perspective more, instead of how others feel about him while he isn’t actually there.

The ending is just really over-dramatic, though not nearly as pure anime-feeling as The Tigger Movie’s ending.

The animation is really great, actually. I feel like DisneyToon has finally gotten the hang of 2D animation, and know how to make it look really good.

(Oh yeah, DisneyToon is finally here. Jungle Book 2 was the first movie to use the name in the end credits, and this one follows suit)

The music just really takes me out of the movie. It’s all of these pop renditions of songs which I think were from the original book? Regardless, they just sound bad.

It’s not helped by the fact that the end credits just play over one of the music videos for these songs. It’s really quite awkward, and just makes the filmmakers look lazy.

Ehhhhh...this is just sort of boring. It didn’t actively insult my intelligence, but I feel like it would’ve been a lot better if they actually wrote a real movie instead of 3 shorts.

2.5/10: Why is the poster for this movie just a shot of Piglet’s ass? Who approved that?

#disney #dtva #disneytoon #piglet's big movie #god why did i have so much to say about piglet's big movie #what lockdown does to mf #archive #dizquels44

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Agave Abode

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Bedford Strait

Lot Size: 20 x 15

(1-bedroom, 1 Bathroom)

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Used

Cats & Dogs

Eco Lifestyle

Get Famous

Growing Together

Horse Ranch

Island Living

Jungle Adventures

Laundry Day

Strangerville

Build Mode

Felixandre – Chateau Pt. 2 (Marble Floor)

Felixandre – London (Paneling)

Harrie – Kwatei Pt. 1

Buy Mode

Anye – Neomy Pillow

BlueTeas – Sheer Curtains

CharlyPancakes – Miscellanea (Book Collection)

CharlyPancakes – Telly TV (Modern Frame)

ClutterCat – Dandy Diary Bathroom (Small Mirror)

Felixandre – Florence Pt. 3 (Blob Mirror)

Harlix – Harluxe (AC control, Bed Base, Side table Left + Right)

Harlix – Livin’ Rum (All Glasses, Book Stand, Tiny Objects Tray, Tray)

Harlix – Orjanic Pt. 2 (Bench w. Blankets, Curtains + Rod)

Harrie – Shop The Look 1 (Armchair)

KiwiSims4 – Blockhouse Dining (Mirror)

KiwiSims4 – Blockhouse Kitchen (Oranges)

KiwiSims4 – Tui Dining (Round Table)

Ledger Atelier – Mohan Living Pt. 2 (Leyden Fireplace)

Littledica – Sleek Slumber (Bed Backing Desk)

Madlen – Niels (Bottles 2)

Myshunosun – Daria Bedroom (Double Mattress)

Pierisim – David’s Apartment Pt. 1 | 2 | 3

Pierisim – Domaine Du Clos Pt. 4 (Board w Tomatoes)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 1 (SimStudio Display)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 2 (Concrete Vase, Plant)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 3

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 4 (All Pasta Jars)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 5

Pierisim – Tilable (Accent Shelves)

Pierisim – Winter Garden (Old Rug)

Pierisim – Woodland Pt. 1 (Rug)

Sooky88 – Leaning Framed Posters 4 Frames

Sundays – Kediri Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow Solids)

Sundays – Kuta Pt. 3 (Armchair)

Sundays – Mochi Pt. 2 (Wall Sconce)

Sundays – Nisaki Pt. 3 (Throw Pillow)

Sundays – Sumba Pt. 1 (Duvet, Pillow Set I & II, Throw Blanket)

Syboubou – Advent 2022 (Ceiling Lamp)

Townie Project – Moderno (Throw Pillow)

Tuds – Casa Caipira (Duct Stove, Wood Burning Stove)

Tuds – Cave (Panel Lights)

Tuds – Ind 02 (Wine Rack)

Tuds – Turn Living (Couch)

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quixotiics · 2 years

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random questions for character building (and fun) — # 1, 11, 26, 31, 33

PLS i got so carried away fhksd ily <33

* 𝟎𝟏 . go to karaoke song ?

oliver’s done a lot of karaoke , so his go - to is always changing . but it is always either hey ya by outkast , a-punk by vampire weekend , love my way by the psychedelic furs , come on eileen by dexys midnight runners , your love by the outfield , take a chance on me by abba , somebody to love by queen , stacy’s mom by fountains of wayne , teenage dirtbag by wheatus , or , if he’s feeling brave , love is an open door from disney’s frozen , the bare necessities from the jungle book or strangers like me from tarzan . ( fun fact -- oliver loves tarzan because he loves phil collins . it’s also the first movie he remembers seeing in theatres .

* 𝟐𝟔 . do they have a certain aesthetic or style ?

oliver isn’t sure what his label would be , style wise . but he likes the basics . simple suits , when needed , with no jacket and no tie , if he can avoid it . he likes vintage jeans , basic and comfortable & sweaters , old or new . he loves a basic tee shirt , too . loves basic sneakers but mostly wears converse . this simplicity & timelessness of his fashion translates well into his decorating aesthetic , too . he decorates his living spaces with timeless colour palettes --- nothing too loud . minimalistic , but not in a chic and obnoxious way . maximalist but not in a crowding way . he loves browns and beiges , blues and greens . likes wood and sand , candles and niche , vintage posters . he loves organized mess in his home .

* 𝟑𝟏 . are they a morning person or night person ?

both have their place , oliver thinks . in university , he’d get all of his best work done at night -- so late , that it technically would be morning . lately , though? he’s an early riser , early morning productivity all the way lately .

* 𝟑𝟑 . who is their ride or die friend ?

raj , without a doubt . raj always been there for him , and vice versa . oliver knows they always will be . if and when oliver gets married , he knows raj will be his best man . he’s not even sure who else he’d choose to share it with .

#HJDSK eleven is in my drafts but im not done w her yet dhks

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vs-secrets · 2 months

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My two picture is my room. I chose my room as my domestic architecture because I have all of my belongings here. I divided my space into three; school, sleep, and clothes. On the left I have my desk where I sit and do assignments, do my makeup, or even eat. The next space is my bed where I sleep. In front of my bed is my dresser. I decorated my dresser containing clutter that resembles me. I have my favorite books and crystals on display. I also have my TV and Playstation 4 that I use regularly. My room is fairly small, but I wanted to separate my space according to the tasks I do. For example, I try to avoid doing homework where I sleep. At night, my room feels very bright due to the strong bulbs which I am not a fan of. My favorite time of the day is early mornings when the sun starts popping through the window. The sun creates a calming atmosphere in my room, where there are shadows and contrasts. My room feels cramped because my bed takes up essentially the whole room. I tried to decorate it so it feels lived in with the posters and pictures on the wall. I was aiming for a jungle or hippie theme. The structure of the room itself is a perfect square. Each wall measures exactly the same. I sometimes feel like I live in a box. The third picture is my boyfriend’s room. I enjoy inhabiting this space. I work a lot and am rarely home. I usually only visit my room when it’s night time. However, I chose to go and visit my boyfriend. I have memories of falling in love in his room. On the right he has a gaming computer where I play my favorite game, the Sims 4. Most days we lay down together and watch movies or our shows. I spend lots of quality time in this room. The contrast between my room and his is clear. My room feels very feminine, while his feels very masculine. The sheets on the bed are gray, black, and blue. The walls are also cool toned and the shelves are gray. My room is pink and white all around.I love how open and spacious his room appears and feels. The room is separated by tasks, similar to mine. He has a bed, a desk, and a dresser as well. The room is actually a rectangle, which makes it seem bigger. My boyfriend was a swimmer his whole life and his walls are covered in medals and achievements. My posters are of plants and butterflies since I like nature. I love my boyfriend’s room because I enjoy his house and his presence. His family makes a house feel like home. My room just feels like a place to sleep.

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