#not cecilia talks

[brothuania]

People said learning Estonian in undergrad would be useless but a knitting pattern I was using got obliterated from the internet and the only accessible version is someone’s Finnish translation of the pattern so. Checkmate

#not Cecilia talks

[ceciliavonjoy]

this sugar free ice cream i bought tastes like ass

#not cecilia talks #i only got it because it was on sale #LIFE IS FULL OF DISAPPOINTMENTS #<--being dramatic

[ventiswampwater]

POSSIBLY IN MICHIGAN (1983) dir. Cecilia Condit

happy pride to these lesbians in particular

#sharon and janice supremacy #they were really out there doin the damn thing #u cannot talk abt romantic cannibalism without mentioning these two. u simply cannot................. #possibly in michigan #cecilia condit #mine

[blondringlets]

#lana del rey #lizzy grant #lux lisbon #lamb #coquette #dollette #girlblogging #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #tumblr girls #cinnamon girl #girl interrupted #americana #trashy coquette #trailer park darling #trailer trash #britney spears #cecilia lisbon #sofia coppola #black swan #alana champion #born to die #ultraviolence #girlhood #manic pixie dream girl #may jailer #jeremy irons #i talk to jesus #pinterest #priscilla presley #elvis presley

[iamdieterbravo]

i actually love them so much…

#saw x spoilers #who knew the best horror movie of the year (sorry talk to me) would also have a feel good family ending… #the kid was so good too im glad it looks like he was having fun!! #saw #saw x #saw bts #amanda young #shawnee smith #cecilia pederson

[theghostparty]

Roméo et Juliette: de la Haine à l'Amour - Redesign - 2024

To understand my completely unnecessary desire to redesign a musical that is over twenty years old, you have to understand that Romeo et Juliette is my Roman Empire. Long explanation under the break.

I wanted this design to be an homage in the silliest way possible.

I really leant into the sensibilities of original costume designer Dominique Borg, who used contemporary colour and technique and applied it to historical (or pseudo-historical) silhouettes.

Broadly, I wanted the Montagues to feel English in their shapes--Elizabethan doublets, high necklines, and ruffs, in homage to Shakespeare and the source text. They're all leather, denim, silver hardware--a little bit punk with status.

The Capulets would be deeply Italian Renaissance in their silhouettes, in reference to the setting of the play. They're all velvets, lace, chiffon, satins, and gold hardware--giving them an airiness of the Mediterranean while still allowing some drape here and there.

I wanted each family to have a slightly more broad palette than most versions afford them--which is why the Montagues have a smattering of green and magenta while the Capulets play with some soft yellows and lavenders.

The ball scene is largely Arthurian in inspiration--just because I took the idea of "what would the 1500s consider vintage and costume-y in the same way we think of the Victorian era" and ran away with it. There's also some silly Y2K nonsense because I rewatched the "On dit dans la rue" music video and thought "What if the Capulets threw this big Arthurian affair with full elegance and the Montagues cobbled together some gay club outfits circa 1998 fits out of a suit of armour."

FINALLY, I wanted Roméo and Juliette to take on elements of each other's family's style and colours for the end of the play--because to be loved is to be changed.

So here is a breakdown of my choices for each of the looks.

Un Jour: Here we see Roméo in his base look. It's a two-tone patent leather double with multiple zipper details. The peplum is criss-crossed zippers. The wings over the shoulder seams are edged with zipper teeth. The ruff detail at the neckline is also edged with zipper teeth. He has along zipper across the front of his boot like he's trying to be the next Sailor Moon. I don't know y'all. I went a little feral with trying to figure out all the places I could put zippers in.

Juliette is the most juvenile looking in Un Jour. I imagine that in this scene, she's being dressed by her family instead of her own volition.

She's in an asymmetrical, empire-waisted gown that is likely a brocaded or printed silk. Her chemise is a sheer lavender georgette or chiffon that peaks through the lacing at the shoulders and along the upper arms. She has a velvet choker and velvet belt and a heavily stoned velvet headband. Her hairstyling (it would have to be a wig, it would be NUTS to not make this a wig) is an homage to the open-weave Juliet caps that were similar to nets worn in the period on hair. Italy was, fun fact, one of the few countries where women didn't cover their hair during the renaissance.

L'amour heureux: As I explained above, Roméo's outfit is so silly. The wrap around glasses. The one arm of armour. The sheer, stoned period shirt. The gold brocade on the trousers. The pearl earring. The many, unnecessary belts. Bless this mess. It's also a cheeky little nod to Baz Lurhmann's Romeo + Juliet.

Juliette is, ostensibly, cosplaying as Guinevere or Lady Macbeth or Ophelia or any number of Middle Ages women. The ball is the Capulet's opportunity to really sell their daughter as marriage material so I wanted the look to feel bridal, hence the veil. I wanted to give reference to exaggerated surcote sleeves without actually doing them, hence the sleeve-into-glove and bow detailing with trails down to the floor. There is also a hint of yellow chemise underneath, which is actually just her Le balcon look underdressed for ease of the quick change (yes, I did think about this.) The dress is velvet with one panel of lace in-set into the underskirt. The bows are satin-face organza.

Le balcon: Romeo would change into his base again (during Le Poète). Juliette is in a simple yet totally impractical sheer chemise + slip combo. I wanted this soft yellow for this sequence because I always think about the lines "O she doth teach the torches to burn bright!" and "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?/It is the east and Juliet is the sun" when it comes to describing her. The chemise would likely be a chiffon, while the slip would be silk.

Aimer: I say this with my whole chest--I hate how they changed the palette for Aimer in the 2010 production. I want my lovers soft and angelic and matching in this moment of union. Here we see a bit more of Romeo's lace shirt--his sleeves are laced like Juliette's in the first look. His doublet, trouser, boot combo are off-white leather in homage to the original production. Juliette's dress has a similar train length to her ball look (again, bridal) and we see the neckline creep up into a ruff (Elizabethan, rather than Italian). Lots of sheer net and lace with cream bridal satin as a skirt. Tiered sleeves. A little circlet on her head.

Le poison: Honestly? Just wanted her to have another outfit change before her death dress as a transitional choice. There's so much more of the purple in this look because it's going to take us into the blue elements of the final dress.

La mort de Roméo/Juliette: Again. To be loved is to be changed. Juliette has a dropped waistline, a high neckline and ruff, and a heart shaped cut-out detail (see: boob window). She's straight up in blue, and all the sweet and soft pinks of her youth are gone. Romeo has lost his high neckline, ruff, wins, and peplum in favour of a shorter Italian silhouette. He's asymmetrical (a call-back to Juliette's asymmetry) and all the edging detail is done in red. Mantua as a setting is patchworked, torn, and dirty, so I imagine the doublet is pieced together from scraps of jersey (so it's drippy and sad and hangs off him in a lovely manner).

#romeo et juliette #damien sargue #cecilia cara #joyce draws #retj redesign 2024 #retj #this is the most unhinged thing I have ever dreamed up #anyways more to come soon #will probably do mercutio and the prince and benvolio and tybalt together as one post #did little 14 year old joyce think this is what she would STILL be talking about? nO #also if you've ever wondered what my costume design process looks like it's this

[nartothelar]

So we can assume that if the twi dragons die in their mortal form, they go back to being dragons n stuff. Now imagine the citizens of Nimbasa knowing that they’re mortal, that they can get hurt, but NOT coming to the conclusion that they will simply become pokemons once again.

Can you imagine the chaos of Nimbasa City trying to keep their dearly beloved conductors out of danger whole both are like •v• •^• ?

DRAGON PROTECTION SQUAD LETS GO!!!

Ingo and Emmet being a couple of the strongest pokemon trainers in the area, having extra durable bodies that are especially resistant to their respective elements, and being able to turn into full on dragons with the power to demolish towns and go toe to toe with likewise powerful af pokemon:

Nimbasa residents: We must protect them with our lives 😤

#the moment someone looks at them badly and you’ve got a mob forming #aggressive new yorkers come out of the wood work #no one is safe #little timmy will fuck you up if you litter in front of emmet #old granny cecilia will give you a stern talking to if you are rude enough to get you ptsd flashbacks from childhood lectures #twin dragons au

[mintaikcorpse]

Whats the ship name between Flug & Miss Heed? I've just been calling them Paperheart rn

#i dont really ship them in a “they'd be so cute together!” way #I mostly ship them in an “They were friends once but Cecilia mightve done something that ruined their friendship #and now she's a hero bcuz she wants people to love her and she has a weird thing with Flug bcuz they were once friends but she's also a hero #so she's gonna mind control him to try and have what they once had while it's never gonna work bcuz he knows why shes like this“ kinda way #honestly i NEED to know more about Miss Heed #bcuz her lore seems super cool and interesting and like- what happened that made her need to be loved sm? #whats her deal with flug? #rambling #talking #miss heed #dr flug #villanos #villainous #villanos dr flug #dr flug villainous #villainous dr flug #paperheart

[mico-evelyn1]

Logan Cooley I love you 🫶

#I’m kinda tempted to make a Logan Cooley appreciation post like I did for Korchinski but idk #logan cooley #conor geekie #maveric lamoureux #arizona coyotes #we won’t talk about the game against Florida today 😔 #matthew knies #cecilias nhl post

[forafcrtnight]

everything was going finn's way. had he ever doubted that would be.. any different at all? no, he didn't think so and.. right now, that would not be changing anytime soon. he had a plan - a plan that wasn't going to fail and he had made sure to keep his disgrace of a daughter in check and.. sooner than later, she would fall in line. he knew that. right? it wasn't as if he was giving her any other choice. the following day - he would get to take jill tuck out for dinner and.. once again, his plan to take away everything that john kramer held dear would continue. nothing got in his way.. well, that shouldn't be a surprise to anyone, should it? it was precisely why he had planned this dinner - to set matters straight. "ah, there you are. do take a seat. nothing better than a good meal to help us get through talking about such unpleasant matters, hm? PLEASE." he gestured to the seat in front of him, smiling widely. @xtinyslip

#finn ; talks. #so i was gonna throw out something separate for cecilia and gids and cory but i realized this works for all three or any so hehe #idk where the massive muse for finn came from #must have been those deleted scenes but it's here to stay so.. for anyone twinny <3 #i just love him haha

[brothuania]

The absolute disrespect when you buy tickets to an art museum and it gets printed on receipt paper instead of an actual ticket

#not cecilia talks

[ceciliavonjoy]

martha the tumblrs are reblogging the posts again

#not cecilia talks #howdy yall just checking in real fast

[barclaysangel]

Guardian Doll (part 2)

Took me a while but I finally finished the second part of this story. I still have barely any idea on where it’s going so I don’t know if I’ll keep updating. But I still wrote something. I think I would like some help on where I can take the story, I wouldn’t mind that at all. But for now, please like or comment if y’all liked this fic please. The character, Cecilia, is based on me when I was younger sooooo she needs some extra love and care. The first part of the story is on my fic archive secondary blog.

Anyways, thank you and enjoy :)

Word count: 1.1K

Tags: @vi0lentg0d @streets-in-paradise (if you want to be tagged later on, let me know!)

The walk home was peaceful. 

Cecilia kept humming Halsey songs under her breath, Tiff the doll safely secured to her hip almost like it was a baby, as she made it to her house. She had to adjust her hold on the doll to pull her keys out of her backpack, unlocked the door, and walked inside. 

There goes her last bit of freedom. 

Her house wasn’t the biggest but it was something. It was just her and her parents that lived there. Well, currently only her father was there, home from work while her mom was still at her job, sitting in front of the tv. 

When her father heard the door open, he turned his head to look at her. “Hey, kid.” 

“Hi daddy.” Cecilia said softly, walking into the living room to further greet him before her father’s eyes landed on the doll tucked under her arm. 

“The fuck is that?” 

“A doll I found by the cemetery,” she replied, smoothing back the blonde strands, “I don’t think she belonged to anyone. She was just left there for who knows how long.” 

“I’m not surprised. The thing’s freaky.” Her father scoffed at it and then turned his attention back to the news on tv. 

Cecilia frowned but went to her room. “Ignore him, muñeca bonita. You’re not freaky at all to me.” She told Tiff before placing her on top of her bed and dropped her backpack to the floor. 

Just like the house, her room wasn’t all that interesting either, rather simple actually. There were no posters hung up because her father didn’t want nails in the walls and her room was rather messy. Half of it was because she was lazy and knew where everything was in the mess, and the other half was a silent way to rebel against her mother wanting her to be more “feminine”. 

Geez. Maybe she really did have issues. 

But that was something Cecilia would worry about another day. Right now, she adjusted the leather jacket on the doll and then sat on her bed, taking her hairbrush and began brushing through Tiff’s blonde hair while seating the doll on her lap. She made sure to be careful with any tangles and knots, not wanting to cause any damage. 

Ever since Cecilia was a kid, she would always play gently with her dolls. She never wanted to break them and would cry if she accidentally did. Overall, she did her very hardest to treat all of her toys and dolls like they were living people. 

Of course, she knew now that they weren’t alive or anything. Yet, she supposed, old habits die hard. 

“You know, I think you’re the most beautiful doll I’ve ever seen, Tiff.” Cecilia spoke, turning the doll around so it was facing her. “Who would leave you out on the cemetery all alone?” She asked out loud but knew she wouldn’t get an answer. 

Instead, she placed the doll down beside her so she could pull out her folder from her backpack. “Want to watch me do my homework?” She placed her hands on Tiff’s head and gently moved it up and down to make it look like it was nodding, giggling. “Okay, you can watch then.” 

So Cecilia spent the next couple hours doing homework, music playing on her phone since it was the only way to help keep her concentrated, alone. Well, not entirely. Tiff might have been a doll but she still liked having the extra company since Cecilia was often so lonely sometimes. 

One of the many downsides to being an only child. She lost count of how many times she prayed for a younger sibling growing up before just completely losing faith. 

Cecilia was solely focused on her homework and showing Tiff her work that she didn’t notice her mother coming home until she was in front of her doorway. 

“What is that?” Was the first thing her mother said, an almost disturbed look on her face as she stared at the doll. 

“Tiff,” Cecilia responded simply, “I found her and she was in great condition, no scratches or anything.” 

“Aye, que fea…” Her mother said with an almost disturbed look on her face. 

Cecilia got an almost offended look on her face by her mother’s statement. “No she’s not!” She insisted, pushing her homework off her lap and replacing it with Tiff. “Look at how green her eyes are. She’s so pretty!” 

Her mother didn’t seem to believe Cecilia, still looking perturbed as she shook her head. “Whatever…” she grumbled before walking away. 

Cecilia sighed loudly, wrapping her arms around Tiff and hugging her. “Well…you’re pretty to me,” she insisted and then turned the doll around to face her, “and badass too.” She giggled and poked the tip of her nose. 

She stayed with her new doll for a while, doing homework until it was time for dinner. That’s when she finally left Tiff unattended, lying her down on her pillow. It had only been for half an hour, half an hour of uncomfortable and boring silence, until Cecilia was free to go back to her room and saw Tiff sitting at the edge of her bed. 

Was that where she left her?

She was sure she did and just shrugged her shoulders, picking up the doll to take her to get ready for bed. Cecilia talked out loud when she was doing this, telling Tiff about her interests and her favorite or least favorite subjects at school. She was sure she was being annoying, blabbing while brushing her hair and then her teeth, but it was nice just talking to someone who wouldn’t tell her to shut up. 

She really was used to being told to shut up for so long. 

Cecilia got into bed and pulled Tiff with her, turning off the light and lying down beside the doll. She was quiet for a moment, turning on her side to face Tiff. “Hey, Tiff. Can I tell you something?” 

The doll, of course, didn’t respond so she continued speaking. “I…don’t have any friends. They just don’t like being around me. They think I’m weird and a freak. Maybe I am. I’m just…really alone, I guess. No friends. No brother or sister. My parents always work and don’t have time for me. It’s just…me. I’m alone.”

Cecilia went quiet, processing her own words. She was completely and utterly alone. 

Eventually she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders so casually. “Eh, whatever. Life sucks and then you die, I guess. But at least I’m not alone now. I’ve got you.” Cecilia smiled sweetly at Tiff and hugged her tightly. 

She must sound so crazy, talking to a doll and acting like she’s real and can hear everything she’s saying. 

Maybe she was going crazy. 

Oh well. 

Cecilia yawned and closed her eyes, keeping her arms around her new favorite doll. “Goodnight, Tiff…”

#luna talks #admin #chucky #chucky 2021 #bride of chucky #tiffany valentine #original character #oc #cecilia carter #chucky fic #guardian doll #chucky fanfic #tiffany the doll

[blondringlets]

im 14 today

#i believe in unicorns #birthday #lana del rey #coquette #dollette #girlblogging #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #lizzy grant #tumblr girls #cinnamon girl #girl interrupted #sirens #may jailer #anything #cecilia lisbon #lux libson #the virgin suicides #sofia coppola #rosary #girlhood #girlblog #girlblogger #elvis presley #priscilla presley #americana #i talk to jesus #1949 #babydoll #black swan #buffalo 66

[gointothevvater]

Prompt: Ceelie makes a final decision.

THANK YOU I WAS IN A RUT AND THIS FREED ME 🖤 . St. Cecilia had said no. Why had she said no? She'd been pining after Charles for years, for fucking decades, and he'd finally proposed, and she'd said no. Why had she said no?

She was pacing up and down the halls of the Church of the Black Klok, her arms folded across her chest, her heels clacking against the stone floor with every step. She'd been at this for what felt like weeks, carefully dodging brothers and sisters as she wandered through the back rooms of the church. She'd passed the door that led into the bedroom she and Charles shared half a dozen times by now, but what was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to say to him? Why the fuck had she said no?

Because she was afraid.

The sharp clacking of her heels stopped as she stilled, finding herself in front of the bedroom door yet again. It was a heavy thing, made of dark wood with wrought iron hinges, and it took a surprising amount of strength to open it.

She didn't have that strength right now. Was Charles even in there? She couldn't bring herself to look.

St. Cecilia Jameson was afraid of nothing. Right? Nothing made her nervous. She was unflappable. She felt tiny and pathetic now, though, fighting back tears as she gnawed at her lower lip. Her lipstick was probably a wreck, and that made her feel even worse. Her first marriage had been a mess. The world itself was a mess. What was the point of getting married if they were all going to die when the Metalocalypse finally came? Why bother? It seemed frivolous and stupid.

But then, if the world was ending anyway, what was there to lose? If they were all going to die, what was there to be afraid of?

St. Cecilia pushed the door open.

Charles was indeed inside, still dressed in his crimson robes, sitting on the edge of the bed. He had the engagement ring in his hand, turning it this way and that, so the pretty pink morganite at its center caught the light pouring in through the stained glass windows. The ring was gorgeous, rimmed with tiny diamonds all set in gold. He only looked up when she said, "Charlie?"

"Miss Jameson," he replied. He looked strangely resigned, like he'd given up. He sighed, but there was a wry smile on his lips, as if he'd expected it to play out this way. Maybe he had. He knew her better than anyone. "Miss Jameson, I--"

"Miss Offdensen." She sat beside him on the bed, close enough that her thigh pressed to his, smiling when he draped his arm around her waist. She leaned in closer still, nuzzling the sharp curve of his jaw and murmuring, "I'd rather be Miss Offdensen."

#did i mention when he proposed she initially turned him down? i know i've talked about it on discord but i might not have mentioned it here #charles foster offdensen #charles offdensen #metalocalypse #st. cecilia jameson #my mtl #asks

[moonfiresonorant]

Cats are a way to a kaslanas heart

#honkai #honkai impact #cecilia schariac #durandal #bianka ataegina #sirin #no i could not find one for kiana if you have the screenshot of her talking about her cat sora please reblog this post with it #thank you