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justsomerandomfanfic · 5 months

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Mi Casa Es Su Casa - Ryan!Ken X Female (Barbie) Reader

Title: Mi Casa Es Su Casa

Ryan!Ken X Female (Barbie) Reader

Additional Characters: Kens (mentioned), Allan (Mentioned), and Barbies (Mentioned)

WC: 1,234

Warnings: Happy tears, first kiss, nervous Ken, mini angst, cuteness overload, and fluff

In your Dream House, you sat next to Ken as you both watched 'Ocean's 8' on your big, flat-screen TV. It was a great movie, full of good feminine energy. But Ken sat beside you on your pink couch, eyes glued to the screen, gasping whenever something awesome happened. It was mighty adorable. And you sat content beside him, leaning into his side, his arm over your shoulders and your head on his arm.

"This is such a good movie!" Ken exclaimed as you smiled softly up at him before looking back at the movie yourself.

“It is, isn’t it?” You replied softly, highly enjoying the movie.

For the past couple of weeks though, you've been hyping yourself up to ask Ken a very important question. After eight months of dating, you knew that you were ready to ask him to move in with you. You were a bit nervous, but you knew he'd say 'yes.' Ken stayed over at your Dream House more often than not. He basically lived with you at this point. If he wasn't with you, out and about or at your Dream House, he was at Beach with his other Ken - and Allan - buddies.

And Ken, being the incredibly attentive and caring boyfriend he was, somehow noticed that something was going on with you; turning to look down with his soft blue eyes that you couldn’t get enough of. You smiled back shyly up at him. "Are you alright?" He asked, and you nodded, taking Ken's hand in yours.

"Ken? Do you want to move in with me?" The words came easily now that you were saying them aloud for the first time. The smile on your lips faltered slightly though as you stared at Ken, who looked shocked beyond belief. His wide eyes flicked between yours and your hand wrapped around his. He didn't answer for a moment before nodding rapidly, and both of you broke out into huge smiles; relieved and overjoyed.

Tears welled up in his eyes, "This could be our house?" He asked, and you nodded, giggling lightly as you reached up to touch his cheek gently, wiping the tears away with the pad of your thumb.

"Yes, if you want it-" You weren't even able to finish your sentence before Ken engulfed you in a massive hug and buried his face in your neck, letting out little whimpers of happiness against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, resting your chin on his shoulder as you hugged him back.

"Of course I do!" He said, voice muffled by your neck. "It's our house." He continued, tightening his grip around you. You giggled softly again, pulling back to look up at him.

"Our Mojo Dojo Casa Dream House." You added with a soft sigh, making Ken seemingly stutter out his own shaky breath, his teary blue eyes widening at your statement; he was so overwhelmed by his love for you. You knew how proud he was of his old Mojo Dojo Casa House, so why not add a bit to your house title to make it more his as well?

His hands in yours, Ken couldn't stop looking at you with what you could only say were 'heart eyes,' as he just smiled at you, "I really want to kiss you right now." At his words, both of you froze momentarily. A small, awkward silence washed over the both of you. Believe it or not, neither of you had kissed yet, and you weren't sure how to proceed. The two of you just sat there, staring at one another. Ken broke his gaze from yours first, staring down at his lap with a frown, "I'm sorry, I ruined everything."

Shaking your head adamantly, you pulled his hands in yours closer to you, scooting closer to him; your knees brushing his. "No, no, Ken. You didn't ruin anything." You assured him, your thumbs rubbed circles on his knuckles, "I would love to kiss you, but I've never kissed anyone before..." You confessed quietly, glancing down at where their joined hands rested on your thighs.

You glanced back up to see what he might be thinking. He was watching you intently like you hung all the stars in the sky. "I haven't kissed anyone either..." He admitted softly, and you felt butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach.

"Not even with Barbie?" You asked, knowing about his previous sort of relationship with the Stereotypical Barbie who had gone to the Real World a long while ago.

Ken shook his head, "Not even with Barbie," He answered and a couple shakes of his head, sounding kind of forlorn.

You shuffled in your seat slightly, feeling a bit more nervous than usual, "Well, if you want, we can kiss. I just want to make sure with you that this is something that you want. No matter what, I don't want to push past any boundaries that you may have."

Ken nodded, understandingly, "I appreciate that," He told you, his plastic heart warming at how considerate of his feelings you were, "But I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time." He gave you a soft smile, and you returned it, though still hesitant to take the first step forward. The two of you continued to sit there, gazing upon one another, until Ken spoke up again, "So, how do we go about this?" He asked, and you shrugged a shoulder.

"Maybe we should just go for it?" You asked, more as a question than an answer, but Ken nodded anyway, agreeing.

"Good idea, just go for it." He repeated, before the both of you closed your eyes, puckered up, and leaned forward. Your lips met halfway in a simple peck, the contact fleeting, but amazingly sweet for a first kiss. When you pulled away, both of you were smiling brightly, giddy with excitement. "Wow," He chuckled, grinning at you. "That was magical."

"Yeah... It definitely was." You agreed, laughing softly. "We should do this more often." You suggested, and Ken nodded enthusiastically.

Cuddled up together on your couch, you and Ken completely forgot about the movie, taking time to plan out how to decorate your Mojo Dojo Casa Dream House together. From adding in Ken's new closet and putting up some horse paintings and pictures, and with the addition of a few new furniture pieces to make the place feel more homey for both you and Ken. You couldn't stop the adoring smile on your face as Ken spoke, watching the bright toothy grin on his face and the way his eyes lit up as he asked if he could get a lava lamp.

Agreeing to the lava lamp, you gently squeezed Ken's hand in yours, which he then returned before watching as he brought your intertwined hands up to his face, brushing your hand against his cheek lovingly; his eyes closing blissfully. As you both began to plan out your upcoming time together, living in the same home, you couldn't help the bubbly, warm feeling in your chest. And as you looked over at Ken, the way his eyes were sparkling, his blonde hair ruffling lightly as he grinned from ear to ear, you found you couldn't contain your smile.

All in all, you couldn't wait to see what the future would hold for the both of you in your shared Mojo Dojo Case Dream House.

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driven-to-abstraction · 9 months

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So a theory I've developed that I surprisingly haven't seen anywhere else on the internet (by which I mean here on Tumblr bc I'm not actually anywhere else on the internet these days) is this:

Will Ferrell's character. The Mattel CEO.

This guy. This guy is a Ken who wandered into the real world and stayed there.

Think about it. Despite being framed as very much the villain of the story (at least the part in the Real World), the CEO never has any aggression toward Barbie. He wants her to go back to Barbieland because he's concerned for the ramifications to both realms if she doesn't. When they meet in person he is awed and respectful and-- dare I say it-- understanding of what she's been through since she came to the Real World. He isn't surprised when she doesn't know how to drink real water. He never threatens or commands her. He suggests she get back in the box so she can go home, but even when she evades and asks to go to the bathroom first, he lets her go without question. Because why would he ever question Barbie?

Even when Barbie escapes and the executives are chasing her through the building, the CEO comes face-to-face with her at one point, but does he grab her? No. She screams, and he screams, and they both keep running in opposite directions.

That feels like Kenergy, but maybe that's just me.

Also, he knows how to get to and from Barbieland. I can see how maybe, if it's something that can happen, Mattel executives might get briefed on the possibility of a Barbie entering the Real World and what to do if it happens, but I can't imagine the particulars of the journey itself are common knowledge. Yet this guy knows it immediately.

ALSO also, the bit that sticks out in my mind is his conversation with the other executives as they start making their way to Barbieland (which is now transforming into Kendomland). When they hear about the success of the Mojo Dojo Casa House playsets and the new Ken movie and everything that's changing, he's upset. The other executives even say, "what does it matter if we're still making money?" and he has his whole mini-rant about how that's not the point. He's not in this for the money, he's in it for the little girls, and the imagination, and the power that Barbie should have. Now, that doesn't sound like the opinion of an (admittedly bumbling) executive in the otherwise painfully accurate Real World. It sounds more like a holdover of a Ken's ingrained adoration of Barbie and everything she represents.

Not to mention that Allan explains to Gloria and Sasha (when he's trying to convince them to take him with them to the Real World) that others have left Barbieland and stayed in the Real World. At the time, he's referring specifically to Allans, but who's to say it couldn't happen to a Ken? In the original order of things, Kens aren't much more important than Allans, and might be equally unlikely to shift either world in a noticeable way. And if a Ken did manage to wander into the Real World, is it such a stretch to think he might have had a similar patriarchy awakening as the Ken we know, and also ended up at Mattel (like Barbie did), but instead of being captured, he could have talked his way into a position there (thanks, patriarchy) and worked his way up from there?

And he knows there are no real weapons in Barbieland. And I'm pretty sure he's the only man in the Real World (including Ken) we ever see wearing iconic Barbie pink. And, in the end, he's just happy things got back to normal and he's willing to give Barbie whatever ending she wants.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#barbie 2023 #barbie movie spoilers #fan theory #ken #barbieland #rambling #barbie movie #spoilers #will ferrell #Mattel

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 2 years

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The Agony of Desire

Part 1 // Masterlist

A Billy Russo x Reader fic

Warnings: Forced marriage, kidnapping, being sick.

A/N: I had originally planned to finish this mini series before posting, but I could really use the encouragement to continue it, so I'm posting the first part today, also I have no self control.

"You call it hope — that fire of fire!

It is but agony of desire."

-Edgar Allan Poe

The veil pulls at your hair when it's pinned to your bun. You don’t say a word, simply grimacing in discomfort as your stylist steps back with a smile.

“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous.” She breathes in awe and you give her a smile, trying to feel as excited as she does.

Your smile falls when she turns away.

On the vanity, your phone vibrates.

“Twentieth time this morning,” she comments, “Sure you don’t want to check it?”

Your heart squeezes in your chest and you turn away from her to look at yourself in the floor length mirror.

“It’s no one important.” You mumble, eyes locked on the sad girl looking back at you.

There’s a knock on the door and you give a genuine smile when Karen’s face appears in the small crack.

“Wow.” She says, looking at the tulle monstrosity you were wearing.

Your eyes drift back to the mirror, and you hear Karen ask your stylist for a moment alone with you. She murmurs in assent and ushers her two assistants out of the room, closing the door with a decided ‘click’

“I feel like a cupcake.”

Karen snorts.

“It’s not that bad, Y/N.”

“It’s hideous.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, for a cupcake.”

She laughs, and you laugh too, and you laugh together as your heart falls to pieces around you.

You phone vibrates again. Twenty-one.

She doesn’t have to look at the device, only your face, and she knows.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

The strings of your heart are pulled so tightly.

“Doesn’t change much now.”

“You never know, maybe he’s come to his senses-“

A shake of your head cuts her off.

“He’s only trying now because he knows he’s about to lose me for good. If I wasn’t getting married, he wouldn’t be calling.”

She doesn’t respond, knowing that your words have some truth to them.

“Sure you want to go through with this? I can sneak you out back and shove you into my trunk- cupcake and all.”

You let out a dry laugh.

“And then what? Where would we go?”

She looks at you for a long moment.

“Somewhere? Anywhere. Shave our heads and move to Bolivia. Herd goats.”

You smile, eyes nitpicking at your nails, studying the perfect acrylics for any chips or dents. Any cracks in the perfection.

“You’d do that for me?” You ask, barely glancing up at her beautiful green eyes.

She sighs, pulling you into her arms.

"If I could guarantee your safety and your family's, you'd be gone in a heartbeat."

She smells like sweet pea, and your arms crush her with the force of your returned hug.

"It's not the best option," you mumble into her shoulder, repeating what you said to her the first time the news of engagement went public. "But it keeps everyone safe. Maybe I can learn to love him."

Your phone vibrates in protest. Twenty-two. You squeeze your eyes shut.

"If he ever gets angry- or lays a hand on you, you call me. If you feel the slightest bit afraid-"

"-I will. I promise." You say, "but I don't think he's like that."

"You never know." She says, pulling back, her eyes wet, eyelashes clumping together with the moisture. You smile at her, unable to speak another word. She gets the message.

"Okay, I'll tell them to give you a minute before they come back in."

A small nod and she's leaving. Your hand holds on to hers for as long as possible.

The phone vibrates again. Twenty-three.

A big sigh and your eyes turn to your bag, there's a small pocket full of coping mechanisms, but you don't feel like having everyone question your state of mind later on. You're clear headed, no matter how much you wish you weren't.

You see the garter, lying on the vanity and you reach for it with a sour stomach.

You can hardly find your legs in the mess of fabric, sighing in frustration when every layer you pull up, there's another one underneath.

"Great," you grumble, aggravated, "I'm wearing the Russian nesting doll of dresses."

A deep chuckle behind you, makes your heart jump. You whirl around as best as you can with a startled gasp and wide eyes- surely not-

He raises a finger to his lips, a smile on his face. It's him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" You hiss, turning to look at the door, "If they find you here, they're going to kill you."

He lets out a breath of amusement, his mouth parted to display a small hint of teeth.

"They'll try." He takes a step forward, and then drops to his knees, grabbing the garter that's clenched in your fist. "Let me help." He says simply, as if this isn't the first time you're seeing him in two years.

You're too stunned to speak. He looks as gorgeous as the day he left you, wearing a plain shirt and dark jeans- casual wear for when he's doing groundwork.

He takes his time, pushing up each layer into your waiting hands, moving automatically while your brain lags with the unforseen circumstance that is Billy Russo.

"Jesus." He remarks, "Who picked this dress?"

"His mother." You murmur quietly and he shakes his head.

"Women with zero taste should not be choosing dresses."

"Just wanted to make her happy." Is all you say.

He finally gets to your legs, and you stiffen when his hands wrap around each ankle, clad in white stockings.

He reaches up and takes the lacy scrunched material into his hands.

You watch him closely, breath hitching as his hands slide the material up your leg. You clench in response at the feeling of his hands where they haven't been for a long time.

He looks up at you for a moment, before looking back down. He pushes the garter up your knee, past the point where your stocking ends.

"You're going too high." You mumble, and then you gasp when you feel the tips of his fingers press themselves between your thighs, insistent that he runs his fingers over your lacy underwear.

"This for him?" He asks quietly. You try not to clench at the feel of his probing fingers.

"Well it's not for you." You snap.

He pulls the garter back down to an appropriate height on your thigh, and snaps it playfully.

"Why are you here?" You ask insistently, feeling the shock wear off and fierce aggression taking its place.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asks, pulling your dress down and righting it.

"Seeing as the last time we were together you told me you never wanted to see me again, yeah, I'm a little confused."

His mouth fixes into a grim line.

"You weren't answering your-"

A knock at the door interrupts him.

You watch him stand swiftly, and walking to the small vintage armoire in the corner of the room.

"Like Santorini all over again." He whispers excitedly, putting his fingers up to his lips with a smile as he fits himself inside and closes the doors, leaving you absolutely flabbergasted on the outside.

Someone knocks again.

"Uh- yes?" You call, completely distracted with your ex-boyfriend in the closet.

The stylists are back, with a gentle smile to do finishing touches on your look. You try not to look at the armoire too much, opting instead to stare at it in the mirror.

You don't know what he wants, but you know that you're not going to give it to him. He's had two years to make things right, and it's too late to save what's left of the burning passion you once had for him.

Plus, you needed to put the safety of your family first. Ward Meachum would make a decent husband, and he'd pay the large debt owed to the Fisk family.

Everything would be okay.

On their way out, your parents step in. Your mother smiles, gushing over your dress and you return the emotion with enthusiasm of your own.

Your father has the decency to look guilty.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this." He says with a solemn face, and you appreciate his sincerity.

"I'll be okay." You say with more confidence than you feel, "I'll love him with time." It would be easy to love the man that saves your family.

"There's...something else." Your dad says, and look up at him wearily.

"I'm sorry I didn't mention it before, but in the contract... there's a criteria..."

"A baby." You say.

He blinks at you surprised.

You shake your head.

"Every powerful man wants an heir. How soon?"

"You have a year to conceive." He says.

So soon. You can't fake a smile at the news.

"Okay." You say, sucking in a breath, nodding.

"Okay, I'll see you at the church, I just need a couple of minutes."

Your mother hesitates to leave you, just like Karen did, holding on to you until she absolutely can't anymore.

The door is barely closed before you're rushing into the adjacent bathroom. You hover over the trash can for a moment, fighting the nausea. The door swings open.

"What the hell was that?" Billy asks angrily.

"Go. Away." You grunt.

He doesn't. He gets to his knees beside you.

"This. This was arranged? They're selling you like- like-"

"- like an animal." You answer, before you lean forward to empty the contents of your stomach into the trash can.

You reel back, hating the acrid scent, trying to avoid it. There was nothing left to give anyway.

When you're sure you're okay, you put the bin down and try to struggle to your feet with the dress in the way. He grips your arm to help you up.

You lean against the wall and you watch him grab some tissues, wetting them with water to bring to you. You dab at the edges of your lips, moving to the sink to rinse your mouth with water and then the small bottle of mouthwash on the sink.

"What happened?" He asks.

You sigh.

"I worked really hard to make it look real, so that no one would be able to tell. You can't say a word."

He says your name so fiercely. You look up at him in the reflection of the mirror.

"What. Happened?"

Like he cares.

"Dad made a bad business deal. Borrowed money from Kingpin. Couldn't pay it back. Lost a few toes. Went to Harold Meachum and made an offer. Meachum made a counteroffer. Dad accepted." You shrug a single shoulder.

"How much?"

"I genuinely don't know." You didn't have the heart to ask for the price you'd been sold at.

"You could have come to me."

You laugh. You don't stop.

"I'm pretty sure you told me you never wanted to see me again, don't be upset that I followed your orders."

He reaches for you, spins you till you're looking into his dark eyes.

"Don't marry him. I can help."

"Fuck. Off." You say, pulling your hands from his grip and storming out of the bathroom.

You find a small bottle of water and drink the entire thing, popping a small mint into your mouth as a precaution.

You don't get far before he's in your space again, gripping your hips and pulling your body into his, the fabric of your dress crushed against him.

You don't fight it, looking up at him, the way you've been dreaming of after all this time. One of your hands reach up to cup his face. He breathes out a gentle sigh, closing his eyes.

"I've wanted to be back in your arms for so long." You whisper, "I wish it was real."

He opens his eyes.

"It is real," he says, leaning in so that your noses brush against each other, "I love you."

You suck in a deep breath.

"You don't mean it."

"I do. I do mean it. I love you. I love every inch of you from your head to your toes."

"Then why?" You ask, voice cracking with emotion, you push away from him, "Why now? Why not months ago when the engagement was announced? Why not a year ago when I posted our first couple's photo?"

"Because I thought you loved him! And it killed me but I wanted to give you that chance at happiness."

"Well. Thank you." Your voice wobbles, fighting tears that will ruin your makeup, "Thank you for the opportunity. I will be happy."

You take purposeful, angry steps to the door.

His hand reaches out to stop it from opening.

"Prove that you don't love me," He whispers so quietly you can barely hear the words.

You can't resist it. You don't want to. Not when you have the chance to kiss him one last time.

You turn around and press your mouth to his. Your fingers fist his shirt to keep him close, his arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you off your feet. For a few moments, it feels like no time has passed, like you're with him again, like things are going to be okay.

It doesn't take long, before reality knocks on your door.

"Miss?" Your bodyguard calls, "It's almost time."

You pull your mouth from his, turning to the door, he keeps kissing at your cheek and neck.

"Be right there!" You say loudly.

Billy gives a quiet laugh.

"That's how you kiss someone you don't love?" He asks.

You suck in a breath, he slides you back down to your feet that feel a little wobbly beneath you.

You shake your head.

"I was practicing for my future husband." You say evenly, and you can tell that the words upset him by the way the muscle in his jaw jumps.

"Go home, Billy. Because I choose Ward, and you're too late."

You don't give him a chance to stop you, opening the door and escaping.

#The Agony of Desire #billy russo #billy russo x reader #my writings #billy russo x female reader #the punisher #mafia!billy russo #sort of #like #not exactly #😅

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aminifanartist · 1 year

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More Bungou stray dogs photos,

#fanart #polymer clay #polymer clay art #mini people #Bungou stray dogs #bsd sigma #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd edgar allan poe #bsd edogawa rampo #bungou stray dogs fanart #bsd atsushi #bsd kyouka

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sirhyst · 1 year

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Edgar Allan Poe (BSD) Mini Appreciation Post 2

So um… remember when I mentioned the sing-song voice Poe talks in when he’s flirting back with reader? This is what I was talking about. I’m literally on my knees (need him underneath me 😔✊)

+ his smirks 😔✊

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no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist · 8 months

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FLF characters’ reactions to the Barbie Movie

Rosalind: related to depression Barbie a little bit too much and started sobbing at the end when Barbie decided to go into the human world. Also definitely appreciated the Barbie dance at the beginning.

Orion: cheers when he sees cock ring ken in the background and starts crying at the ending when Barbie realizes she doesn’t want to be Barbie anymore and moves to the human world. Also would tell Oliver that he’s going to beach him off. Definitely did not want to choose the Birkenstocks (third category of memory) either but is very glad that he did.

Phoebe: They all wore pink, but she definitely put the most effort into her outfit. Cries a little bit on and off during the movie then has a mini breakdown when what was i made for starts playing. No. 1 Weird Barbie stan.

Silas: No. 1 Allan stan. Cries when he gets home several hours later. Orion gets him a kenough hoodie as a joke and he refuses to wear it. Is very preoccupied with making sure Phoebe is okay. Freezes up a little bit during the i worked hard for this and I deserve it scene.

Alisa: Accidentally yells ace pride really loud during the scene where ken asks Barbie if he can stay over. Cheers when Barbie rejects Ken. Bullies Silas during the Just Ken song. No. 2 Weird Barbie stan.

Celia: Has to physically retrain Oliver from getting out of his seat during the she thinks I’m a fascist scene. Cries at the end when Barbie decides to go into the human world.

Oliver: Starts shooting lasers out of his eyes during the she thinks I’m a fascist scene. Squeezes Celia’s hand when she starts crying.

#I needed to elaborate more #totally not projecting onto alisa at all here wdym #chloe gong #secret shanghai #foul lady fortune #foul heart huntsman #flf #fhh #rosalind lang #orion hong #phoebe hong #silas wu #alisa montagova #celia lang #oliver hong

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homomenhommes · 1 month

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … March 31

1872 – On this date the Russian choreographer Sergei Diaghilev was born (d.1929). A Russian art critic, patron, ballet impresario and founder of the Ballets Russes from which many famous dancers and choreographers would later arise.

Diaghilev engaged in a number of homosexual relationships. His first important affair was with Dima Filosofov, his cousin, when they were both little more than adolescents; his second with Vaslav Nijinsky, who had already had a homosexual liaison with a wealthy aristocrat, partly in order to help support his mother, sister, and mentally disabled brother (his father had deserted the family). Later affairs of Diaghilev were with Boris Kochno, who served as his secretary from 1921 until the end of his life, and with Anton Dolin, the American dancer. Diaghilev had a close platonic relationship with two women, Misia Sert and the dancer Tamara Karsavina, either of whom he said he would like to have married

One cannot underestimate the influence of Diaghilev's Ballets Russes on the development of 20th century art. But the importance of his sexuality to Diaghelev's creative art is sometimes overlooked. Had he not been a gay man, had he not attracted to his cause the great gay writers, dancers, and artists of the day, the stream of 20th century art may have flowed in an entirely different direction. As Martin Green wrote in Children of the Sun, "He made the dancer Nijinsky first his lover and then his choreographer, slyly displacing Michel Fokine and inspiring Nijinsky to become the company's chief ballet-creator. Diaghilev's superb taste...was made manifest in this new Nijinksy, the choreographer, and in the ballets he created. These works of art were the children of Diaghilev's sexual passion. The same thing happened later with Leonide Massine and Serge Lifar...These men created ballets under the spell of Diaghilev's passion and he created through them."

1934 – Richard Chamberlain, American actor, born; an American actor of stage and screen who became a teen idol in the title role of the television show Dr. Kildare (1961-1966) and the miniseries The Thornbirds.

Born in Los Angeles, he decided to pursue acting as a career. However, he was drafted into the army for two years, but enrolled in acting classes on his release, where he met his first same-sex love - but fearing the attitudes of the time, the late 1950s, the pair kept their year-long affair secret.

He appeared in his first film in 1960, and the following year won the title role in TV drama Dr Kildare, which ran for five successful years and made Chamberlain a household name and a romantic idol.

He made a number of successful and critically acclaimed movies in the 1970s - Ken Russell's The Music Lovers (1971), proto disaster epic The Towering Inferno (1974), The Swarm (1974) and The Three Musketeers (1974). In the late-70s and 1980s Chamberlain returned to TV and his career thrived in the then-new mini-series genre - Centennial (1978), Shogun (1980) and his best known role as Father Ralph de Bricassart in Colleen McCullough's The Thorn Birds (1983) - a TV phenonemon at the time. When the mini-series fell out of favour, he returned to the theatre where he continues to work.

Chamberlain was romantically involved with television actor Wesley Eure in the early 1970s. In 1977, he met actor-writer-producer Martin Rabbett, with whom he began a long-term relationship. This led to a civil union in the state of Hawaii, where the couple resided from 1986 to 2010 and during which time Chamberlain legally adopted Rabbett to protect his future estate. Rabbett and Chamberlain starred together in, among others, Allan Quatermain and the Lost City of Gold, in which they played brothers Allan and Robeson Quatermain. In the spring of 2010 Chamberlain returned to Los Angeles to pursue career opportunities, leaving Rabbett in Hawaii, at least temporarily.

Chamberlain was outed, at the age of 55, by the French women's magazine Nous Deux in December 1989, but it was not until 2003 that he confirmed his homosexuality, in his autobiography, Shattered Love which describes how he felt obliged to hide his sexuality in order to have an acting career, and detailed affairs with dancer Rudolph Nureyev and actor Anthony Perkins.

Since his coming out Chamberlain has made occasional guest appearances on TV shows such as Will & Grace, Nip/Tuck and Desperate Housewives, usually bringing a new knowingness or just playing gay as he was unable to do for so many years.

In an interview with The Advocate in 2010 promoting his role in ABC's Brothers & Sisters Chamberlain controversially said,

'For an actor to be working [at all] is a kind of miracle, because most actors aren't, so it's just silly for a working actor to say, "Oh, I don't care if anybody knows I'm gay" - especially if you're a leading man.

'Personally, I wouldn't advise a gay leading man-type actor to come out.'

1961 – American composer and pianist Jake Heggie celebrates his birthday today. Born in West Palm Beach, Florida. Heggie is the composer of the operas Dead Man Walking (2000), The End of the Affair (2004), At The Statue of Venus (2005), and To Hell and Back (2006). He is also the composer of more than 200 art songs as well as chamber and concert works.

Heggie started learning the piano when he was five years old. After spending two years in Paris, he continued his studies at the age of 20 at the University of California, Los Angeles, with the pianist Johana Harris (1912-1995), widow of the composer Roy Harris. They married in 1982 and separated in 1993.

In 1998 he was appointed composer in residence to the San Francisco Opera, where his first opera, Dead Man Walking, was first performed in 2000. With a libretto by Terrence McNally and a production by director Joe Mantello, the opera was extensively acclaimed and it ran for two extra performances due to popularity. It has since been seen in 15 international productions. In 2007 alone, Dead Man Walking received more than 50 performances. His second opera, The End of the Affair, was premiered in 2004 at the Houston Grand Opera.

In 2005, Heggie collaborated again with Terrence McNally to create At the Statue of Venus, which opened in Denver. In 2006, he debuted To Hell and Back (libretto by Gene Scheer) in November 2006.

On 29 February 2008, his opera Last Acts, with a libretto by Gene Scheer based on a play by Terrence McNally, opened at the Houston Grand Opera, which commissioned the work in association with the San Francisco Opera and Cal Performances. Last Acts was its working title; it will in future be known as Three Decembers.

On April 30, 2010, Heggie premiered his most recent opera, Moby-Dick (libretto by Gene Scheer) at The Dallas Opera.

Heggie married his partner of eight years, singer aand actor Curt Branom, in October 2008.

1963 – Laurent Daniels, born Laurent Peter Holzamer in Mainz, is a German actor who lives in Berlin.

He is the grandson of former ZDF - director Karl Holzamer.

In 1991, he and David Wilms presented the gay magazine Andersrum, which was broadcast on the local Berlin broadcaster FAB.

From 1997 to 2000 Daniels played the role of homosexual Philip Krüger in Good Times, Bad Times. He also played in the spin-off Großstadtträume in 2000 and tried his hand at singing for a while.

From August 21, 2006 to February 10, 2007 he played the role of Volker Möllenkamp in the telenovela Butterflies in the Belly. In 2007 he appeared in the last episode of Adelheid and her murderers ( Mord à la mode ).

In 2014 he stood in front of the camera for the German production Plan B: Scheiss auf Plan A , which opened in German cinemas on June 8, 2017.

1972 – Spanish filmmaker Alejandro Amenábar was born in Santiago, Chile. In addition to writing and directing his own films, Amenábar has maintained a notable career as a composer of film scores, including the Goya Awards-nominated score for José Luis Cuerda's La lengua de las mariposas.

Amenábar was awarded the Grand Prix of the Jury at the International Venice Film Festival in 2004 for Mar adentro ("The Sea Inside") starring Javier Bardem, and in February 2005 the same film won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film.

In February 2004, Amenábar came out to the Spanish gay magazine Shangay Express.

In 2008 Amenábar shot an epic film called Agora which he wrote with Mateo Gill. Set in Roman Egypt, the film is based on the life of philosopher and mathematician Hypatia of Alexandria.

On 18 July 2015, he married David Blanco.

2014 – Model and activist Geena Rocero comes out as transgender during her TED talk filmed in Vancouver on the Transgender Day of Visibility. She is a Filipino American supermodel, TED speaker, and transgender advocate based in New York City. Rocero is the founder of Gender Proud, an advocacy and aid organization that stands up for the right of transgender people worldwide to gain "self-identify with the fewest possible barriers".

TODAY'S GAY WISDOM

Edward FitzGerald's translation of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, verses 1 - 12 (of 75):

1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

2 Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.

3 And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted--Open then the Door. You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.

4 Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.

5 Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose, And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows; But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields, And still a Garden by the Water blows.

6 And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine High piping Pelevi, with Wine! Wine! Wine! Red Wine!--the Nightingale cries to the Rose That yellow Cheek of hers to'incarnadine.

7 Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly--and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

8 And look--a thousand Blossoms with the Day Woke--and a thousand scatter'd into Clay: And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.

9 But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot Of Kaikobad and Kaikhosru forgot: Let Rustum lay about him as he will, Or Hatim Tai cry Supper--heed them not.

10 With me along some Strip of Herbage strown That just divides the desert from the sown, Where name of Slave and Sultan scarce is known, And pity Sultan Mahmud on his Throne.

11 Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness-- And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

12 How sweet is mortal Sovranty!--think some: Others--How blest the Paradise to come! Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest; Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!

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