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[stim-cat-cafe]

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[battlekidx2]

I'm making this post purely to shout out some incredibly talented fanfic writers from the Hazbin Hotel fandom and my favorite works of theirs.

Did anyone ask me for this? No. Will I post it anyway? Absolutely. The writers in this fandom are too good.

The first fanfic writer I want to shout out is @prince-liest (ao3 link)

I absolutely love their get cared for idiot (Alastor) series (not the official name but they called it that in one of their asks jokingly so it's now the default in my head).

Knock, Knock! It's Your Worst Fucking Nightmare! (this fic gets it!!!! This is what I meant when I said Alastor is growing a heart and part of him is raging against it. He still has ulterior motives and a massive amount of pride and part of him feels like that growing fondness is getting in the way, but he can't stop it. I need to stop before this becomes a long ramble. I've written a couple thousand words on this idea, but this fic is just a better use of your time than any meta I could ever write and way more entertaining :D )

Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy

The Last Bus Stop in Hell, Now Boarding (Please look at the tags for content warning. Angel and Alastor body swap story.)

They're amazing at balancing on that razor's edge with Alastor where there's a heart in there (really deep) and he's unintentionally growing attached to the hazbin crew, but he doesn't lose his edge. He's still manipulative and an asshole and can easily be the scariest guy in any room. He's in hell for a reason. A+ characterization at all times.

They're so good at writing the complicated dynamics he has with the residents, especially Charlie, and I enjoy how they expand on Alastor's potential dynamic with Angel Dust.

Anything they write from Lucifer's POV is gold too! My favorites are:

Take Two and Leave a Voicemail!

The Care and Keeping of Homo Angelus

I am also 100% here for their Aro!Alastor agenda and I'm enjoying their fic I Love Her, I Love Her Not so far!

The second person I want to shout out is @grayintogreen (ao3 link)

Their series Red Roses and Dead Things consistently gut punches me.

Just like Princeliest, they are also fantastic at balancing on that razor's edge with Alastor. A+ characterization for everyone and I love how they write HuskerDust. It's so soft, especially in the aftermath fic for Learn that Even Death May Die called If My Love Is Tomorrow, I've Forgotten Yesterday (that fic hurt in the best way).

The way they explore the aftermath of Learn that Even Death May Die is incredibly impactful. They capture the unique grief that comes from the reality that there are some things you won't get closure for so well that it's painful.

I can't say enough good things about their series. Genuinely go read it.

I found @lediz-watches (ao3 link) before the first season of Hazbin Hotel dropped (I've been a fan of the hellaverse for a few years now and have been enthralled with the Hazbin Hotel pilot since I first watched it in 2020) and I really enjoy their fics.

My favorite is Suffering Kindness. I love the Charlie and Alastor dynamic they explore in this story. I think I'm just a sucker for the Charlie and Alastor dynamic in general, but this fic hits all the right notes for me. (written pre-season 1 but man is it good. 100% recommend)

LeDiz also has a lot of one-shots/collections of one-shots that are very fun.

The Cure for Inexorable Boredom

Dollface (one-shots about Alastor theories. My favorite is the 3rd one. So fascinating!)

Choice Words (one of the few explorations of Alastor and Vaggie's dynamic that I've found in the fandom)

Don't Say It

I have to shout out @ckret2 (ao3 link) and their phenomenal fic You’ve Got a Face for Radio. This is such an amazing aroace!Alastor fic. (Embarrassingly it was this fic that made me realize I was most likely aroace myself. I’d had fleeting moments of suspecting it but it wasn’t until I saw my experiences laid out in a character explicitly written to be aroace that I put the puzzle pieces together. -_- some of these passages were too relatable.) I cannot express how much I love this fic.

I also like their fics Dumpster Baby and Bitter Grapes.

I have one last writer I want to mention because this is getting really long (whoops). The last one is tiredoflofteranditsshit and their Assume He Has a Heart series (because my favorite character and how I interpret them was not obvious enough already with the fics/authors I've recommended. I had to make it more obvious).

These fics are massive (17k and 26k words) and so much fun. Definitely worth the read. Yet another series that follows up season 1 and explores Alastor’s growing connections and how he lies to himself and pushes against it. Love this series and there’s a lot to sink your teeth into :D

#hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel fics #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #angel dust #husk #huskerdust #charlie morningstar #I love all of these fics #these writers are all so talented

[tiktaalic]

the thing about. the end of supernatural. what you have to understand. about the end of supernatural. is that i am no fool. i pride myself on not being a fool, even. i am so set in my unfoolish ways that i naysayed for weeks prior to 15.18. i was bringing a Bad Vibe. I was bringing a you can just choose not to be queerbaited by supernatural in 2020 vibe. i was bringing a idk guys i think the tenth year they pull the football and you fall for it. it IS on you . vibe. only to. watch 15.18. and get egg on my face. but this did not deter me. from my commitment to being unfoolish. i continued to say things like. well contracts for actors are often for a maximum amount of episodes and not actual amount of episodes. i watched gamey thrones i played the heres how jamlam can still win game. this piece of evidence iknow it and we can discard it. i continued to say things like. maybe we should ignore aaaaaaall the metatextual stuff and tweets and boards and instagram posts which are imo too wishy washy and conspiratorial and not a great leg to stand on even when it looks like it. and look purely. at the story. but. heres the thing. when i . noted cynic. noted hater. noted pessimist. noted bringing a theres not going to be destiel in supernatural you stupid fucking bloggers. well. i started to . hesitantly. go. well. i think. the logical conclusion. of these pieces. is that it gets addressed? that they address this huge plot point that is the culmination of 12 years? i'm worried isound like a crazy person who makes 200 page powerpoints about how insert pairing here is going to be canon but. all i am saying is that. it makes sense. narratively. to follow up. on a plot point. that killed a major character. and recontextualized. 12 years. of a relationship. AND THEN I WAS CRAZY! I WAS EXPECTING TOO MUCH! I WAS READING INTO THINGS! AND THEY DIDN'T!

#etxt #spnwatch

[madwomansapologist]

meant to be | shan yu

Pinterest Board | More Shan Yu | AO3

synopsis: Shan Yu told you China would be your dowry. He's a honoured man, despite everything.

warnings: fluff. marriage cerimony (made my best to be historicaly correct). murder couple. age gap. kidnapping. yandere!shan yu (or as i prefer to word it: malewife!shan yu). smut. a lot of teasing. switch!reader. praise kink. dumbification. creampie. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).

The warm breeze ruffled your combed hair. You couldn't care less. There are more important things. Like the sunrise, so warm and invigorating. Or the distant mountains, protecting the city. The lights coming from the houses bellow you.

The world is still so beautiful. All of this seen from the palace, in the highest room, in safety. This view alone made the entire journey worth it.

Your mom pulled you away from the balcony, sitting you down on the bed and trying to rearrange your hair. A red veil was placed over your head, probably in an attempt to get you to sit down and stay still for once.

You weren't expecting for Shan Yu to be so... attached to traditions. They aren't even his. You thought once China was conquered, the only thing he would care about would be his coronation. Not a wedding.

"I just don't see the need of it," you said to Shan Yu. "We're travelling, living together, for so long. Don't you think a cerimony seems... a bit tardy?"

Shan Yu's gaze always revealed more than the words coming out of his mouth. And the certainty hidden in the golden eyes said more than he needed.

He held your hands, taking the last step that separated his body from yours. Shan Yu brushed your hair away from your face, stroking your bloody skin. "You are my greatest pride, Moon," Shan Yu smiled. "Nothing will ever stop me from showing this to the world."

With the world burning around you, Shan Yu knelt down. "Will you marry me?" He kissed your knuckles covered in the blood of your enemies. "Will you give me your heart?"

He did his best to be perfect. Just like in your dreams, Shan Yu explained to you.

Your family was picked up, the trip quicker due to the victory, and the engagement letter was delivered as soon as you were reunited. They feared for you, searched for the truth hidden in between your words, but after a while you made them understand. He's a good man, you swore. It doesn't seem like it, but he's good to me.

You assumed the dowry would be, well, China, but Shan Yu wasn't content. How he discovered that geese were signs of unwavering love you still don't know, but he did. So many flowers, symbols of luck and prosperity.

Shan Yu was clealy trying to make up for the first impression he made on your parents.

The wedding gifts arrived the same day. Silver, jewelry, exotic foods. The separate floor for your parents seemed more like a hideout of treasures than a place to sleep.

They accepted the gifts. You're not sure they could do anything more than that, but it still meant a lot for the both of you.

"You can change your mind, cub," your mom sat beside you. "I've told you before. Your father and I may look old, but we still have energy. One word, and we're ready to runnaway with you."

You let your head fall on her shoulder, enjoying her warmth. You missed her so much. "Thank you," you whispered. "But I am sure of this. I don't think I have ever been so sure of anything in my entire life."

The silence was quite comforting, but you were glad when she opened her mouth. "So you think we look old?"

Laughing, you looked at her. Throught the red veil, you could still see the face of the woman you love the most in the whole word. "You are beautiful," it was nothing but the truth. "Mom, do you still love me?"

She held you by your shoulders, so tight you could feel it on your bones. "Always," she said. "Are you ready?"

You were.

"Perfume," she remind you. Holding the doorknob, you looked back. She opened some drawers, and took a frask out of it. You let her spray it on you. "Lotus flowers. So you can give me pretty grandchildren."

"Mom!" You practically ran from the room, going down the stairs. "I prefer when you hated him!"

You bumped into your father, who held you carefully. Your mother reached you, leaning on him for support. “Now all you have to do is wait,” he informed you. Approaching, with a smirk on his face, he whispered. "Or run away."

They really are soulmates. "Go on," you told them. "I will wait."

They walked away, heading down the stairs to the ceremonial hall, and you took a deep breath. There was no reason to be nervous, but that didn't convince your mind. Admiring the paintings from past dynasties, sad to see how such beautiful works are hidden in an isolated buildings, you heard his steps.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" You asked, glaring at the painting.

Shan Yu offered you his arm. "Incomparable," he smiled, looking at you.

You breathed deep. After a last glance, you accept his touch. "You won't believe what my mom told me."

"Nothing worse than what your father told me, I assume."

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The warm breeze caressed your skin, your fingers focused on removing the pendants from your hair. In your chambers, the party was far below in the palace. Shan Yu locked the door, and watched you undo each braid.

"You're happy," he said.

You looked at Shan Yu, and stretched your arm towards him. He got closer, stroking your skin, and stood before you. "And so are you."

"And now?" You allowed him to help you. "China. Our marriage. What comes next?"

Shan Yu stroked your loose hair. "Tomorrow we rule," he said. "Tonight we celebrate."

You stood up, your fingers undoing the knots in your clothes. “We did it all wrong,” you let the fabric fall down your body. You crawled onto the bed, looking at him.

Shan Yu admired you. He looked at you the same way you looked at each of the paintings in this palace. "We did?" He asked, voice hoarse, unable to care about anything other than you.

“I was supposed to be a virgin,” you said. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you slowly spread your legs. His gaze was no different from that of a wild animal. "The veil. The letters you wrote to my parents. The wedding night. I was supposed to be a virgin but you couldn't help yourself, could you?"

He took off his ceremonial attire, being reciprocal to your show. "I prefer it this way," he ignored your teasing. Shan Yu held your ankles, stroking the warm skin and pulling you as he placed one of his knees on the bed. "You're comfortable. Excited. Shameless."

Shan Yu was ready to dive into you, but you were faster. You pulled his arm, knocking him onto the bed. A surprised laugh escaped his lips as you sat on his lap.

“I thought you liked that,” you placed Shan Yu’s hands on your waist. "You seemed to enjoy all of our private lessons. I tried so hard to learn."

Shan Yu moved to lay you down onto the bed, but you stopped him by rubbing your sex against his hardening member beneath you. You forced him down, hands wandering through his chest.

"You little devilish thing," he groaned. "You never cease to amuse me, don't you?"

You scratched his arms, focused on the movements of your hips. "Oh, but that's why you fell in love with me," you whispered against his ear. "You never know what to expect."

He throbed against you. Smirking, you teased him more. "See?" Biting his earlobe, you felt his nails dig into your skin. "I bet I could do anything to you."

You stood up, admiring how the yellow eyes followed your movements. Rubbing your breasts against Shan Yu's torso, you kissed him.

Celebrate, he told you.

Still kissing him, you grabbed his cock and rubbed it against your clit. Before he could react, you let it slide inside you. With his cock deep within your pussy, you rode him.

Mesmerized, Shan Yu could only watch the way your body moved. How perfect you were. Made to break him in pieces and put him back together.

"You fuck me so good," you moaned, looking into his eyes. Walls clenching tighter around his cock, buried deep within you. "Hm, fuck... My emperor is so good for me."

Something imploded inside Shan Yu.

He grabbed your neck, throwing you onto the bed, still inside you. Shan Yu moved you effortlessly, as if you were as light as a feather. Your legs on his shoulder, his hand holding your neck as if you would've run away from him, his teeth deep into your skin.

"Say it again," Shan Yu growled.

"My emperor," you cried. "You make me feel so whole. F-fuck, you can do anything you want to me."

Shan Yu fucked you like a senseless animal. Like a brutal beast. Like something made for him to devour, to taste and savor until he got tired. A pretty doll for him to break and put together how many he wanted.

You never felt so desired.

You pulled him into a kiss, your lips barely able to behaving as they should've. Close to him, closer than anyone else has ever been, you felt as his thrusts find the right place to beat.

"Mine," was the only thing you were able to understand from his words. "I will never let you go," he squeezed your neck, getting a whimper from you. "You're mine."

Your mouth contorted into a smile. "I don't want to go," you pulled his hair. "I'm yours. Only yours."

And so Shan Yu filled you, teeth deep into your skin. He didn't stop. He continued moving hard, his thumb circling your clit, until you melted into his fingers.

"My emperor," you whispered against his mouth.

Shan Yu smiled, his teeth sinking into your lips. "My empress."

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[viviennelamb]

I can talk about this now that there's "evidence." 🙄

There is no solution that y'all can come up with when it comes to project 2025 other than what I've been talking about here when it comes to autonomy.

It's called a New World Order for a reason.

The egoic mind cannot comprehend what's coming and there's nothing to discuss when you don't know anything and dismiss women who do know what this is about.

Like literally everything else in life, this is a psycho-spiritual war. The weaker you are mentally, the more you will manifest what the elite xy wants and the quicker you will succumb to fallacies.

If you are not firmly rooted in reality, you will fall for the lies. People who are always asking questions or having discussions do not live in reality, regardless of how self-righteous they are.

Anything you do that doesn't aid the process of ending your slavery, as well as another's, to the senses is a waste of time.

In 2020, I ran through every possible scenario of how to live outside what's proposed to happen in 2025 and 2030 and they have all failed on paper.

Even with the impossible scenario of egotistical women being able to get along and somehow creating a new society with an old, male mindset, there's no hope for anybody who doesn't understand that Spirituality - chastity, meditation and loving God - is the only path to permanent liberation.

In other words, be totally and purely your individual self on all three planes of existence: physical, emotional and spiritual.

The purpose of politics is to announce what politicians are going to do. There's no damn vote and politicians don't give a shit about what a slave's opinion is. Call me harsh, but I'm giving you a reality check on how psychopaths think.

If you resist the truth of undergoing your spiritual underhaul because you're already oh, so perfect, you're actually voting in favor of everything about to happen.

This is not a "conservative" versus "liberal" either. If you haven't noticed, they are all in agreement with what is going to happen because these proposed projects are going to happen at this rate.

The more attention you give to the male system instead of your own soul, the more pain you will face.

The more you indulge in fearful male thinking, as in "we gotta buy land," "we gotta run away," "we have to submit or they'll rape us all," the more misery you will draw to yourself...

and you will reincarnate to suffer endlessly until you get it.

There's not a chance in hell of voting against something that was already in motion in 1991 (and earlier).

Anything that isn't based in reality is a "new world order," so pretty much everybody is on board with this in some manner which is why this widespread order has been successful so far. This is also why the ordinary person is a propaganda machine.

The "universal aspirations of mankind" is sex and his reproduction, and of course, race is their favorite dogwhistle to get all dogs on code. Peace, security and freedom are all synonyms for sex and their ease/ability to obtain it.

Once at least the majority of the population partakes in purity, then this will all end.

If 30% of the population does become pure, there will be pockets of refuge for the innocent, but right now, there aren't more than a few thousand people worldwide actively placing their efforts in this direction.

This is the only scenario that works. You'll know this on an individual level as well because pure individuals are already safe.

Once you control your senses, you can do whatever you want and you won't need support so on a personal level.

-

I was preoccupied with solving this issue for a while and now that I've found the answer, and as a result, have become much more internally calm, I'm seeing people in a different light:

The amount of pride the ordinary person has in their filth is their number one issue. As Olivia has stated, their lack of humility has them dead in the water (and resurrected as delusion-bloated zombies).

If you don't have at least humility, there's nothing anybody can do to help you, especially not a male in office. I'm not sure how women don't realize that year after year politicians don't care about them, yet they have more faith in a suit than God, but just about all women worship men, so...

The astronomical level of hubris the ordinary person has for going up to strangers to engage in a phone call, small talk, a hookup, which are the easiest things on earth, has sealed the deal for me that there's nothing left for the vast majority of the planet and they deserve what's coming.

It does feel like progress and your ego does temporarily feel good about itself which is why talking is promoted as a "solution."

But, if you really want the change you say you do, you need to become perfect. Period.

No point in hoarding money or buying land either, currency is going completely digital and it will be reset into universal basic income and most industries will be fully automated.

If you earn too much or have too much in general, you will be penalized. "Too much" will be according to the male god's standards.

I'll put it like this: they'll start measuring how much meat you eat and if you go over the limit of half a pound per week, you will be taxed for it.

How will they know? Facial recognition and the weight of the meat, when you pick it up off the shelf, is accounted for and filed in your financial profile.

All countries, or "races," are on board with this change. Fiat currencies are being depreciated into nothing so slaves beg for an overhaul in which the one world currency will be introduced.

Instead of different currencies for each country, there will be different currencies depending on what you want to do.

It's kind of like what you're seeing now with different social media platforms, especially Tiktok, having its own tokens and "gifts" they're just tests to see for what works best. This is the "spying" tiktok does.

Most people will become solely concerned with their sexual appeal and how well they adhere to social norms. We're seeing the beginnings of this artificiality now.

Social policing will be at an all-time high and technology will be heavily relied on and most people will want to be chipped. The social nazis we see now are an experiment and the trans issue is a pilot, as well as every other widely recognized political group, for how easy it is to brainwash, distract and control the population from observable reality.

Trans people weren't the first, this was originally done with ys, but very few people are ready for that information.

The conclusion of this study is that it's very easy to erect an illusion.

It's not a coincidence that women make up the slight majority of the global population but are really the only group who have been politically ignored.

The projects are all created to control women. You wouldn't believe me if I told you the mechanisms of why and how this is happening, but the explanation of this process isn't suitable for public consumption.

The world is actually relatively nice right now, so work your ass off (in meditation) for this rainy age. As you become a more seasoned meditator your senses will transform in ways I won't mention.

You can keep calling people who can see the bigger picture and have studied this plan since 2019 (in officially published books by the individuals planning this) whatever you want. Just know that when the time comes only those who have put the work in will receive grace.

Similar to the movies, those who ridicule individuals who have dedicated their lives to researching and silently taking action while the people around them dismiss them will be the ones begging for help, but by then it'll be too late.

The psychological war will escalate significantly in 2025 and if you're not working towards perfection now, I don't know what to tell you. The only way to get free from this is to have complete control of your mind, body and soul.

#you've been brainwashed into weakening yourself for “fun” and “health.” then wonder why you're being dominated.

[holographings]

Fourth movie recc list for pride month~ time for some japanese cinema~

I think this section has the most tonally diverse offering. Take your pick, but these are my favourites.

+DOUBLE MINTS (Dir. Eiji Uchida, 2017. 100 minutes)

Double Mints follows two ex-classmates (and enemies. and now accomplices, technically) as a phone call throws both of their lives into a nosedive. Cue burying dead bodies together and beating each other up, romantically, of course. This movie is A Lot. If you’re looking for “good gay rep” or whatever, this is not it. In a word, this movie feels very Grimy. It covers dark themes and destructive obsession and control, but if that’s as up your alley as it is mine then this movie is a Good Time. Visually it isn’t as explosive as some others on this list but it definitely has its moments. This is an adaptation from a manga, written by the same woman that wrote Doukyuusei (which is an Insane tonal shift from this series, and I for one commend her range). Warnings for extreme violence of every kind. Happy ending (I’m using the word loosely).

ALTERNATE CHOICES

+HIS (Dir. Rikiyama Imaizumi, 2020. 127 minutes)

Aaaaah, this movie. Most definitely the movie that falls closest to what people picture when someone says “a movie About Gay People”, but it’s one of the good ones. Adults being adults and trying to navigate their lives and trying not to hurt each other or their children along the way. The ending feels like a warm hug.

+CHERRY MAGIC (Live action adaptation, 2020. 12 episodes)

Please don't be put off by the full title lol. Office romance with a magic twist. Cute. Cute Cute Cute. Sugary sweet cute, and kind of warm milk compared to other stuff on this list, but I think it’s good that we get to have shows that are just cutesy romance along with the serious stuff too. Like seriously. So cute. I DO wish we’d gotten a kiss at least, though. Very much a happy ending.

HONORABLE MENTIONS-

+TO EACH HIS OWN (Dir. Izuru Narushima, 2017. 117minutes)

Again, kind of cheating as this movie doesn’t explicitly touch on lgbtq+ themes, but like The Vibes are there. It’s just a weird, delightful, quiet little movie. It just feels so Hopeful. It’s my list and i’m putting it here. One of my all-time favourites.

ANIMATED

A special section as I CANNOT move on without mentioning these two-

Oniisama e (1991)/ Kaze To Ki No Uta (1987)

Originally written by Riyoko Ikeda and Keiko Takemiya respectively, these are THE shining stars among the year 24 group mangas (and later animated series) in my opinion. Boarding school drama is synonymous with 90s shoujo and boy is there A Lot to unpack in terms of sexuality and gender in both of these pieces. They are products of their time and there’s certain aspects that I imagine wouldn’t fly in today’s era, but they’re fantastic pieces of art that have touched me deeply and are ingrained in my personality forever lol. Thematically, Kaze To Ki No Uta is a little bit heavier but both will leave you with a very very deep feeling of sadness in their own unique way. I won’t even start on the animation style, there is NOTHING better than 90’s shoujo. So sparkly. So many roses and tears. Honorable mention is Rose of Versailles (1979), however i’ve never finished it in full so i cant really put it on here.

#double mints #pride month #lgbt #movie rec list #my artwrok #fanart #one more list to go !

[wubsbian]

Mardi Gras board uninvites cops from the parade over the murder of a gay couple, at the hands of a man known for tazing an Aboriginal man in the face repeatedly in 2020. And it could've come sometime in the last few months after all the police violence at pro Palestine demonstrations. Could've come any time in the last few years. But even so, they were reinvited without even 24 hours going by. Because they caved to police pressure. Mardi Gras board is corporate first and pride second.

More scenes of police violence tonight at grassroots org Pride in Protest's snap rally tonight. I need a shower and I need to go to sleep and I need pinkwashing to end and down with the cops and down with the soldiers.

#australia #police violence #auspol #mardi gras #pride #pride in protest

[sh00t]

I've been putting off setting up a fundraiser for months, but I recently became homeless so now's the time to do it. ❤️

I'm 23 and top surgery has been the only thing keeping me alive for over a year now.

I have c-PTSD, bipolar and late-diagnosed ADHD that has caused me to withdraw from university, escape my transphobic and abusive parents and pay for private healthcare in order to survive daily life. I am now homeless living in temporary accommodation from the council which I still have to pay for.

I’ve managed to save £5.5k the past three years to pay for top surgery (removal of breast tissue to achieve a flat, masculine chest). I’m now having to withdraw thousands from this fund due to worsening life circumstances. With my surgery quote at £7,991 and booked for 2nd November later this year, I’m facing working 48 hour weeks as a carer for people with dementia, in order to replenish my fund and pay for this live-saving surgery in time. Every month delayed has a huge impact on my mental and physical health.

I receive abuse and punishment at home which has contributed to my mental health and constant state of hypervigilance, even when there is no real threat around me. My stress resilience is tiny compared to my peers and I am extremely emotionally reactive to things, unable to cope with the intensity of my pain and regulate myself when distressed.

I have been seeing mental health professionals since I was 13, through school, charities and funding from Disabled Students Allowance. When I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 2020, I was self-harming and on track to ruining my life with addiction and £16k in debt.

Since then I’ve engaged in many forms of therapy that teach the basics of how to sleep and coping with emotions. I was on antidepressants and now on two mood stabilisers, hormone blockers to prevent persistent bleeding and further mood episodes, and am starting ADHD meds in order to get me functional, back to work and able to finish school again. My psychosomatic symptoms include nausea, digestion issues, muscle aches, cramps, and brain fog most days, which worsen when I’m stressed and leave me unable to even sit up in bed some days, leave the house or walk long distances.

I chose to study psychology because I want to be a therapist for disabled, queer, POC (people of colour) and immigrant students like me one day. Things I’ve done for the community include being a POC community officer for my uni's Pride Society, LGBTUIA+ rep for my course, getting charity funding for a BPD wellbeing community I co-started, and volunteering on the NHS LGBTI+ Sounding Board.

Now for the hardest part: asking for help.

Any donation (or simply sharing this fundraiser) could help ease the stress I'm going through as I struggle to budget for:

Therapy

ADHD treatment

Food & shelter

This life-saving surgery

Time to take care of myself, much less have fun

I've been so focussed on survival for so long. It's difficult to find motivation to do anything, and, especially recently, I think about wanting to die for several hours every day. I cancel outings with friends because the thought of travelling and having to schedule around 12 hour work shifts is too stressful. Figuring out where I'm going to sleep, shower and commute from, plus timing when to take my medication so I'm not sedated during work shifts, has me feeling constantly worried and sad.

Thank you in advance for any help, and if nothing else, reading and getting an understanding of issues trans people can face accessing healthcare.

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Catherine’s Royal Closet (44/∞) ♚

↬ 'Duchess' One Button Blazer

The Navy One Button 'Duchess' Blazer from the Canadian label Smythe was debuted by Catherine just a few months following her and Prince William's wedding when they boarded a flight from Heathrow Airport as they kicked off their North American Tour of 2011.

The jacket has become one of Catherine's most reworn pieces from her wardrobe. It was a permanent fixture in her 2012 London Olympics Lookbook.

It was also worn by her for the 2014 Commonwealth games, the Royal International Air Tattoo in 2016, during a visit to Cornawall later in the same year, to present a Pride of Britain award in 2020 and finally for an appearance at the 2021 Wimbledon Championships.

Crafted from high-quality Italian wool, the navy blue blazer features a single-breasted design. It also has notched lapels, gold-tone buttons, princess seams and front pockets. The cut-out panel at the back of the blazer is both distinctive and unique.

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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Sixteen

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI!!! 18+++. SMUT. PIV. Love making!!! Soft, Christmas fluff. Language. PR relationships. HW is gross. Did I miss anything?

Notes!!!

Thank you sooo much for your patience! Life has been a little crazy for me with school and work but I’m back and going to really, REALLY try to be better about consistently posting! Thank you for your support ! ❤️❤️

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December 25, 2020

“Merry Christmas, Momma!”

You peeked over the top of your book to find Sebastian standing on the opposite end of the living room, a sleepy Bentley cradled to his chest.

Your brows furrowed, a light giggle slipping past your lips as you pulled yourself into a sitting position, distractedly setting your book aside. “Is that a Santa hat?” You tilted your head to the side, nose scrunching, “With ear holes?”

“Isn’t it amazing?” He laughed, shuffling closer as he repositioned the pup in his arms, dangling him in front of you. “I found it yesterday while I was picking up more wine and the stuff for the charcuterie board tonight. I wanted to surprise you with it.” He dipped forward, head tilting at the last minute to press a quick kiss to Bentley’s furry cheek before flashing you a beaming grin. “I think he loves it.”

Bentley looked highly unamused, borderline disgruntled but you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to dim the pride shining in Sebastian’s baby blue eyes. He was obviously pleased with himself so you’d let him have his moment for now because there was absolutely no way Bentley would wear that all day. No matter how hard you tried, the dog refused to wear anything—a little, yellow rain jacket you found at the local pet store, a hand knitted Christmas sweater you bought from a boutique at the Christmas market, a big, blue tuxedo bow for his collar.

It wouldn’t be long until you found it torn in half or ripped to shreds. You gave it twenty minutes—tops.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing, Bent.” You lifted a hand to scratch just beneath the pup's jaw, showing him a little love and appreciation for being such a good boy and putting up with his dads silly antics. “So handsome.”

Sebastian gave one last little ruffle to his head before setting him back on his four feet. You tried to bite back a grimace as he immediately took off towards your bedroom, no doubt to get up to some trouble and find a way to get that Santa hat off.

Hopefully you found the scraps before Sebastian did.

“He’s going to tear it to shreds, right?”

Your head whipped in his direction as he plopped down on the sofa beside you, a pained, guilty smile splitting across your face.

He nodded, lips pressed in a thin line, “I thought so.”

You shuffled closer, snuggling right into his side as he lifted an arm over your shoulders and pulled you closer. “He’s just a puppy.” You whispered, tilting your head back to kiss his dimpled chin. “He’s a little baby. He’ll get better.”

“I know.” He huffed out and you couldn’t help but hide your smile against his neck over the cute, exaggerated pout on his lips. “And I will admit, for the most part, he’s a great dog.” He sighed softly, strong arms wrapping you up tighter in his embrace, pulling you effortlessly across his lap, your blanket falling to the floor and exposing your bare legs. “Just wish he wouldn’t tear the shit we buy him. I mean,” He tossed an arm out, shaking his head softly, “That rain jacket was fucking adorable.”

You chuckled, head bobbing frantically in agreement, “I know right.” You slid your hands up his bare chest, stroking gently over the soft skin as his large hands wandered your thighs, “I don’t think I’ll ever get over that.”

Sebastian laughed lightly, shaking his head again for a moment. “Anyways.” He mumbled, squeezing you tighter to him, pressing a kiss to the top of head before nuzzling your hair a little. “Good morning, baby. You were up early.”

“Good morning, sexy.” You let slip a bit of a giggle, tilting your head up, hooded gaze locking with his as you slid your left hand further up his chest, over his throat, and around to tug at the fluffy locks at the nape of his neck. “Merry Christmas.”

“Mmm.” Sebastian leaned forward to brush his lips over yours, one large hand skimming up your back to cup the back of your neck as the other remained steadily on your waist. “I wanted to wake up to you.”

“I’m sorry.” You breathed out, lips just barely skimming his, “I was too anxious and excited for today.”

You drew him closer with a firm yank to his hair as you adjusted yourself to straddle his lap, thighs on either side of his waist before finally connecting your mouths in a heated kiss. Sebastian groaned into your open mouth when you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip seamlessly in to tangle with your own.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting lost in the kiss, your only thoughts on the taste, feel, and smell of him. The way his hands traveled your waist, down to your ass giving it a desperate squeeze, pulling you harder against him. The taste of fresh and mint on his breath, letting you know he’d brushed his teeth for this purpose before coming to find you. The pleasurable feeling of his growing bulge hidden beneath his tight gray briefs, brushing perfectly against the apex of your thighs.

All of it was almost too much but not nearly enough at the same time.

Your head lolled back, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as Sebastian’s lips left your own to trail soft, open mouthed kisses across your jaw and down your neck.

You let your hands wander as your eyes fluttered shut, allowing them to trail down and over his smooth, toned back and through his ruffled locks as you unconsciously ground yourself down on him.

It felt so fucking good. And it had been so long since you’d felt him like this—been touched by him like this. You couldn’t believe you almost forgot what it was like.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.” Sebastian groaned against your neck, grip tightening on your hips, pushing and pulling you against him.

You liked when he did that—moved you how he liked, took control. It made you feel so small and safe. Like you were in more than capable hands.

“You drive me nuts.” He grit out, tangling his fingers in your locks and with a hard yank, your head snapped back, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Did you know that?”

The heat in his dark gaze sent a new wave of slick into your panties. As if you weren’t wet enough before. Just one glance from him and you were soaked most of the time. You both loathed and loved the effect he had on you—particularly the former over the past couple days since he’d shown up at your door.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out on him. You’d said you needed time and that was true but every day the itch became stronger and stronger—making it nearly impossible to resist.

Would it be so bad?

You couldn’t find a reason not to when it felt this good. Nothing would ever feel better than his hands on your body—him inside of you. And the only thing between you now was a pair of briefs and your panties.

And you knew.

You knew if you gave in, it would feel a billion times better than this.

“Tell me to stop.” Sebastian begged, voice cracking slightly. You couldn’t remember a time you’d seen him so desperate, so needy. The wild look in his eye, the pleasant flush spreading from his cheeks down to his heaving toned chest, the distinguishable swell in his pink lips from how desperately they brushed your own. “Please. I won’t be able to stop.”

You didn’t want him to stop though.

And you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t plan for this when you slipped on these comfy, gray cheeky panties and matching bralette top after your shower this morning. As if you hadn’t shaved and exfoliated your entire body as thoroughly and quietly as you could before he woke this morning.

You were ready.

And it was perfectly okay to want this.

Sebastian was yours to love, and you were his.

Time between the two of you was limited lately and shouldn’t be wasted on petty fights and “punishments” when in just a few short weeks, you’d be apart again. And with all the talking through things and issues you’d worked through, he knew very well what he did was wrong and had more than made it up to you.

You were done waiting. You needed him now.

“Don’t stop.” You gasped out, hands sliding up to grip his shoulders, giving yourself more leverage to grind yourself down over his bulge. “Don’t ever stop.”

Something akin to a pained whimper slipped from between his lips, “Are you sure?”

You didn’t hear him, too lost in the pleasure building between your legs, core tightening with every pass over your clothed clit against his covered, hard cock.

Just a little more. And then you’d be there-

“Y/N.”

You let loose a pitiful whine as he pinned your hips down across the tops of his thighs—forcing you to a stop while his free hand creeped up to hold your jaw, cheeks squished uncomfortably as he forced your attention to remain solely on him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, baby.” His voice was low, nearly a growl and it made you clench from inside out, in the best way possible. “Are you sure?” His grip softened slightly, dipping down to gently kiss along your cheek until he reached your ear and whispered softly, “ I need to hear you say it.”

You didn’t respond immediately, instead you pulled yourself back just slightly and your heart clenched when for just a moment disappointment flashed clear as day across his face. It was gone in an instant, his face neutralized within a second but you’d seen it—the insecurity, the hurt.

You didn’t want him to feel that way.

Despite what you’d been through in the last six months, you never wanted to be the reason he hurt.

Before he could resonate and stew in those feelings, you crossed your arms over your chest, hooked your fingers under the hem of the cotton bralette and with one sure tug you yanked it up and over you head, tossing it carelessly behind you.

You cupped both of Sebastian’s cheeks, pressing yourself against him, bare breast rubbing against his warm chest. “I’m more than sure.”

Sebastian surged forward, catching your lips with his in a desperate kiss. He drew your hips forward again, guiding them back over his hard length and setting a steady rhythm.

You pulled away for a second, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, “Off!” You demanded, fingers clawing at the band of his boxers, tugging them down as best you could. “I want these off now.”

Sebastian didn’t need to be told twice, steadying you with one hand on your waist, he lifted his hips and tugged the constricting fabric down around his thighs, freeing his hard, leaking cock.

“Maybe we should move this to the bed-”

You didn’t give him the chance, tugging your damp panties aside before impaling yourself on his cock.

“Oh my fucking-” His back arched, grip tightening on your waist as his eyes rolled back in his head and string of pained moans rumbled up from his chest. “Shit, baby.”

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. You took a moment to catch your breath, letting your tight body stretch around his thick length. You’d clearly gotten ahead of yourself. It had been months since you’d taken him like this and you’d obviously underestimated his size.

It definitely wouldn’t be the first time. After time away, you always seemed to forget just how big he was.

“Breathe.”

You did as he said inhaling deep through your nose, and exhaling out of your mouth. You leaned into him, foreheads pressed together, your arms looped around his neck.

Just taking a moment to feel each other—to adjust again.

It wasn’t long before your deep breaths turned into soft moans as his skilled fingers found home on your swollen clit, rubbing you perfectly to your liking so he could loosen you up.

“Gotta a little ahead of yourself, little lady, didn’t ya?”

You didn’t miss the teasing tone in his voice but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when your body was loosening up, stretching more for him as you slowly sunk the rest of the way down on his cock.

“Yeah.” You managed out, eyes fluttering shut as you leant down to connect your lips to his, one hand wandering the skin of his back and the other tangling in his hair. “‘M good now.”

That was the only indication Sebastian needed to lose himself completely in your body. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh there as he set a rhythm, moving you up and down his cock.

“God, baby.” He groaned, head lolling back against the couch as you fucked yourself harder and faster down on him, cerculean eyes all hooded and hazy as they traveled up and down your bare form. “You gonna cum already? Hmm?”

You let out a little whine, head bobbing as you pressed yourself closer to him, angling your hips just right so your sensitive little nub rubbed perfectly against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock.

You didn’t even have to say anything, Sebastian leaned further back, rolling his hips up more with every deep thrust to help you grind and rub yourself on him.

“That’s it baby.” His grit out, jaw falling slack as his gaze zeroed in on the way your body was taking him, swallowing him whole and leaking cream all down his length. “Look at you. Look at the way you take me. No one will ever compare to you, baby. No one fits me like you do.”

You could feel it now, your body tightening and that tell-tale flutter deep in your navel. You were almost there. You let your eyes flutter shut, taking in the feeling of him deep inside—hot, heavy, and hard. The way his hands felt wandering your body—tugging at your nipples, squeezing your hips, pinching your ass. His lips trailing along your neck and jaw, the whispers of his hot breath across your skin.

“Are you there?” His voice sounded so far away, so out of it. “Tell me you’re there. It’s been so long, you feel so good. Can’t hold back any longer.”

“Almost.”

You let out a startled squeak as Sebastian pulled you against his chest before flipping you over on the couch. He drew your legs up over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he planted one foot on the ground for leverage.

“I need you to cum.” He groaned, eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched tightly. He skimmed his hand down over your belly, starting to rub your sensitive little bud between expert fingers as he set a brutal pace, fucking into with your reckless abonden. “Can’t hold on much longer. Your perfect pussy’s tryna milk my cock.”

You gasped at the new angle, hands clawing at his back as the tip of his cock rubbed perfectly against the spongy spot inside you with every thrust and his fingers brushed perfectly over your clit.

One last deliberate rub and a deep stroke of his cock and the coil snapped deep within your naval, bursting outwards.

Sebastian’s only warning was a stuttered cry of his name before you were clenching down hard on his cock, pulsing in waves around him.

“Oh fuck.” He cried out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his body began to tighten and tingle. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming inside you.”

He pinned you down, hips humping sloppily against you as he buried his cock as deep as possible before letting go, painting your walls with his cum.

The satisfied groan he let out before collapsing on top of you was felt deep in your soul.

It had been so long and this is exactly what finally coming home felt like. You didn’t realize how much you needed it until you were basking in post orgasmic bliss—your body completely numb, tucked contently under the weight of Sebastian’s warm body.

“I love you.”

You let out a soft breath, leaning up just slightly to press a kiss to his shoulder, hands skimming softly up and down his back, “I love you, Sebastian.”

You groaned softly when he pulled back, sliding down your body until he was eye level with you, his softening cock still nestled inside of you.

He looked down at you, so much adoration and love swirling in his light eyes as he traced his fingers down your cheek, across your jaw, and over your lips. “You have no idea how beautiful you are right now. I mean,” He shook his head, laughing a little to himself, “I meant you’re beautiful all the time but right now…” He clicked his tongue, eyes tracing over your face, “You’re just everything.”

He buried his face in your neck to hide the blush rising to the apples of his cheeks and you couldn’t help but laugh—over his bashfulness and the feeling of the scruff of his beard tickling your neck.

Just as you opened your mouth to respond, a knock sounded at the door, pulling you both back into reality.

“Oh fuck.”

“That’s your mom.”

You and Sebastian shared a look before jumping into action.

“You go get freshened up, baby.” He nodded in the direction of the bedroom as he pulled his briefs back up, snapping them into place. “I’ll distract her for a bit and start the oven for the cinnamon rolls.”

“Thank you.” You squeezed past him after snatching your bralette off the floor, rising up on your toes for a quick kiss before scurrying off in the direction of the bedroom, “You're the best.”

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“You okay?”

Your head lolled lazily back to look up at Sebastian just as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. His arm tightened over your shoulder, pulling you tighter into his side as his free hand cupped your jaw, tilting your chin up so he could steal a quick kiss.

“I’m good.” You offered him a smile, a real one when he squinted at you, expression skeptical. To prove more of a point, you wiggled even closer, snuggling under the crook of his arm with a content sigh “I’m really good.”

And you meant it.

Today had been one of the best days you’d had in a long time.

Maybe part of the reason you felt so content and relaxed was because you started your day with mind blowing, ‘make up’ sex.

But really, it had only gotten better from there.

Once you had situated yourself and thrown on a pair of Christmas pjs, you had a lovely breakfast with Georgita and Sebastian. Nothing was ready like you’d intended it to be before she arrived but part of the fun had been preparing it together.

Sebastian, being the music loving man he is, hooked his phone up to your speaker to blast Christmas music while Georgeta cooked the eggs, you monitored the cinnamon rolls and cut fruit, and your lover fried up some bacon. You’d had a nice, slow morning sipping coffee, opening presents, and swapping stories of your favorite Christmas memories.

The day rolled into the afternoon and still you found yourselves lounging, watching a few Christmas movies. It wasn’t until four that you all got your butt in gear and started getting ready to head over to your friends house for a little Christmas dinner/get together.

It wasn’t anything fancy so you threw on a pair of light wash, mom jeans, an oversized, cream turtleneck sweater, and a pair of tan Chelsea boots. You slipped a long, plaid coat on to top it off and add a little color, and styled your hair in loose curls, letting them fall effortlessly over your shoulders and down your back.

Chad, never one to disappoint or miss out on an opportunity to host, had a whole feast prepared. And because everyone in attendance had brought a little something, there was more than enough to eat and then some.

You were surrounded by the people you loved most in the world and only real, good friends on your absolute favorite holiday.

What more could you possibly ask for?

“Here you go, babe.”

A delighted gasp fell from your lips as a wine glass filled to the brim with a very inviting dark red liquid was dangled in front of your face. You glanced up at a grinning Blake, “Is this…?”

“Oh, yeah, honey.” He nodded, smile growing even bigger, maybe even a little crazed, “This is the good shit.”

“God.” You rolled your eyes, fingers wrapping eagerly around the stem of the glass, “You’re so trying to get me drunk but ya know what?” You paused to take a big gulp, releasing a content sigh once it went down, “I’m so here for it this time.”

“Come on, Blake.” Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head, “You always do this to me, man. This shit gets her so good and you get to have all the fun Y/N to yourself and I have to deal with her when her head is in the toilet and she spends the next day moaning and groaning and cursing life.” His bottom lip juts out in a small pout, a cute furrow between his brows, “It’s like you do it on purpose.”

“Hey.” You frown, eyes flickering back and forth between the two as Blake takes a seat on the opposite side of you, “Are you saying I’m a bad drunk?” You turned to Sebastian, pouting at him, “I thought you liked taking care of me? You said you like coddling me!”

“Baby, I do!” He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly over your flushed skin as he angled your head towards him before dipping down to kiss your pouty lips. “I love taking care of you. I was just messing with Blake. I love you in all shapes and forms—hungover and all.”

“Aw.” You cooed, tugging him down to peck his lips, “I love you.”

“I love-”

“Ugh.” Blake gagged, rolling his eyes as he tossed a hand up at you, waving you off, “You’re both so fucking disgusting.”

You smiled against Sebastian’s lips, laughing a little when his hand slid to the back of your neck, forcing you to stay with your lips against his. Blake despised physical displays of affection, Sebastian knew this and used it to get under his skin whenever he could.

“But I’ll let it slide this time I guess,” Blake grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, one hand swirling his wine glass, “because I’m glad you guys are reunited and better than ever. I can’t stand it when my parents are fighting.”

A full belly laugh burst from your lips as you turned to look at him, “Aw, now that you’re all in love and in a serious relationship, you’re getting used to PDA.” You pressed your cheeks to Sebastian’s, a beaming smile lighting your whole face, “We’re so proud of you, darling.”

Blake waved you off with a roll of his eyes but you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered to Damian across the room, the corner of his lips corking just the slightest. You followed his gaze, your own smile growing as you took in his lover squished between Georgita and Blake’s father, Ted, having what looked to be a very riveting and animated discussion.

This was how it was supposed to be.

This was your family.

You took a moment to take all in, bringing your glass to your lips for another generous sip as your eyes traced each and every face in the room.

Yeah, you were right where you belonged and you wished there was a way that you could freeze this moment right here and come back to it when you missed your people and your home the most. There wasn’t a doubt that you would need it in a few weeks when everyone went back to the real world and you and Sebastian went your separate ways for the next few months.

Your lover must have sensed your little ‘come to peace’ moment because he gave your shoulder a little squeeze and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head, “Merry Christmas, pretty girl.”

“Merry Christmas, Seb.” You tilted your head to peck his lips a few times before relaxing back into his embrace, your head resting on his chest, just over his heart beat, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Interview with Vanity Fair France (2023)

Jonathan Bailey: celebrity, LGBT rights and cycling, words from an actor “in search of transformation”

New darling of cinema, Jonathan Bailey, the actor who played Anthony in Bridgerton, is taking a step aside in fashion. For Vanity Fair, he talks about his relationship with celebrity and the importance of LGBT representation on screen. Confidences.

What should a person dream of, after having experienced dazzling success all over the planet? Jonathan Bailey was only waiting for one thing: to get on his bike and cycle through the south of France. A memory comes back and his eyes sparkle: “A year ago, I visited Aix, Manosque and Marseille. I was dazzled by the energy of the latter and the beauty of the street art. » So, as soon as he could, this cycling enthusiast took a getaway far from the fog of his native England for a fashion shoot on the Côte d'Azur. At 35, the actor says he is exploring “new facets of his personality”, by posing in front of a camera lens or acting in front of the camera.

In perpetual “quest for transformation”, he is now ready to delve into the “darkest corners” of the human soul, he explains. Far, far from the role of enamored viscount which propelled him to stardom. In 2020, Jonathan Bailey made a notable appearance in the Bridgerton show, on Netflix.

The series tells the adventures of two aristocratic families during the English Regency, between tails, top hats and romantic intrigues. In the first season, he was content to be the protective brother of the heroine, the fiery Viscount Anthony Bridgerton.

The second season propels him to the center of a sentimental intrigue. And Netflix broke a record, with 193 million hours of viewing in the first three days of broadcast. A line of dialogue went viral, cited thousands of times on social networks: “You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires. » The whole world fell under its spell. What followed were magazine covers, front rows of fashion shows, red carpets of posh evenings…

After that, the actor changed register and dared to tread the boards of the West End theater in London with a play with the evocative title, Cock. A return to his roots for someone who started, at the age of 6, with the Royal Shakespeare Company. “I feel feverish if I’m not on stage,” he explains. "Acting keeps me fit as an actor. » Another challenge: he will soon be starring in the highly anticipated Wicked, adaptation of the musical comedy dedicated to the witches of The Wizard of Oz, alongside Ariana Grande and Michelle Yeoh (Oscar winner for best actress in 2023). Could he be stalked by madness of grandeur? Never. “There is no guide to learning how to deal with fame,” he admits. "I just focused on my first passions, notably music, surrounded by my friends, my older sisters, my nephews. » A secret: he also got back into some gymnastic movements - which he admits are still "'slightly kooky'. By that I mean: eccentric and approximate."

Some habits deserted along the way. With fame, he lost his anonymity and a little of his tranquility. “I will never give up public transport,” he says. "On the other hand, I tend to “underdress” so as not to attract attention. » His relationship with clothing has thus changed. He is just beginning to master the subtle art of matching his jewelry (like here with Mazarin jewelry). “I’m exploring more of the jewelry world as I get older and more confident. » Until then, he only had one fear: accumulating coins to the point of “resembling the donkey Bourricot”, loaded with mismatched fake coins. No risk. On his wrist, he wears the Omega watch of which he is the ambassador. A big first for him: “I participated in the launch of the Summer Blue Seamaster range this year,” he explains with pride. "I felt the connection of the house with the people of the sea. The travelers, the adventurers. The surfing and paddle enthusiast in me was delighted.»

This digression into the fashion sphere allowed him to meet his favorite designers – Daniel Lee, Jonathan Anderson, Giorgio Armani. Because, in fashion as in cinema, he only aspires to work with “creative people”, he admits. A second of reflection, a burst of laughter. All things considered, he would see himself as a “sheep of a sherpa”. Literally, “sheep” of a creative master who would take him into his merciless universe.

His only condition? Uphold the values that are close to his heart. Starting with LGBTQIA+ representation on screen, which he missed so much during his childhood. He remembers, moved, his meeting with Matthew Rhys, who plays a leading character in the American soap opera Brothers and Sisters: Kevin Walker, a gay lawyer. “This actor was a game changer for me,” insists Jonathan Bailey. "I found a bit of my family in the characters of the series. In the middle, he played a guy who led a fulfilling life and had a wonderful partner.»

The British actor is delighted to see today the very popular “Elite, Heartstopper or even Gossip Girl” taking over, with diverse and varied narrative arcs aimed at young audiences. He himself made his contribution, since his career took off on Netflix as an openly homosexual actor playing an heterosexual character. “It’s as rare as seeing gay actors playing gay characters and being praised for that performance,” he emphasizes. We will soon find him in Fellow Travelers, a historical mini-series centered on a romance between two men in which he co-stars with Matt Bomer. Proof that an actor can absolutely play anything.

To the aspiring actors who follow him on the networks, he provides a lesson: “Representation is crucial, but being an artist also means being able to inhabit a character totally different from your own experience.» He is moved by having the luxury of choosing his projects, thinking back to the time when he went through auditions and accepted all the roles that came his way. When he talks about his job, Jonathan Bailey spins the love metaphor. “When I like a project, I feel a romantic spark. I let myself be carried away by something obvious. » Love at first sight guaranteed.

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A Pennsylvania school board that banned books, Pride flags and transgender athletes slipped a last-minute item into their final meeting before leaving office, hastily awarding a $700,000 exit package to the superintendent who supported their agenda. But the Democratic majority that swept the conservative Moms For Liberty slate out of office hopes to block the unusual — they say illegal — payout and bring calm to the Central Bucks School District, whose affluent suburbs and bucolic farms near Philadelphia have been roiled by infighting since the 2020 pandemic. “People are really sick of the embarrassing meetings, the vitriol, they’re tired of our district being in the news for all the wrong reasons. And … the students are aware of what’s been going on, particularly our LGBTQ students and their friends and allies,” said Karen Smith, a Democrat who won a third term on the board. The district, with about 17,000 students in 23 schools, has spent $1.5 million on legal and public relations fees amid competing lawsuits, discrimination complaints and investigations in the past two years, including a pending suit over its suspension of a middle school teacher who supported LGBTQ and other marginalized students. The jostling — and spending — look likely to continue as Democrats who won a 6-3 majority in the Nov. 7 election prepare to challenge the severance package for superintendent Abram Lucabaugh, which was added to the Nov. 14 agenda only the night before. Meanwhile, several voters in the quaint town of Chalfont filed a court petition Monday challenging the school board election tallies, alleging unspecified “fraud or error.” Student Lily Freeman, a vocal critic of board policies on LGBTQ issues, decried the district’s spending priorities. She called the severance package a bad deal for both students and taxpayers. “It’s kind of like a slap in the face,” said the senior at Central Bucks East High School. “Teachers are struggling, and there’s a lot of students that are struggling."

[kaiasky]

Tagged here by @bakersfield-row! thanks for the tag:

Are you named after anyone? In IRL, no. Kaia is a two-letter shortening of Kanaya the homestuck troll

When was the last time you cried? Fully cried, march 2020. I teared up a little earlier this month listening to an episode of friends at the table (spring in hieron the one with Tell Me)

Do you have kids? Nope. Not opposed to it in the longterm but i have enough trouble w/ managing myself currently.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? i honestly have no clue. do i?? it feels like it depends on context.

What sports do you play/have played? I play volleyball and I like distance running. I did fencing for a while pre-high-school but never took it seriously.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? man idk. superficial details. hair color. gender presentation. the one thing i apparently *dont* notice is height, and my internal idea of how tall people are is off by 5+ inches in either direction.

What's your eye color? Green.

Scary movies or happy endings? I'm a wuss for actual horror it needs to be something I'm bullied into. but i do love tragedy

Any special talents? I pride myself on knowing the secret techniques to making sandballs (like snowballs but of sand) that are hard as rock, extremely large, and perfectly round. i am banned from throwing them at people (or at least i was banned when i was 12. haven't checked in with the parents to see if im allowed now...)

Where were you born? California

What are your hobbies? right now, it's volleyball, poi spinning, and go (board game). I also really like podcasts/youtube series and keep up with far too many of them. this fucking site probably counts unfortunately.

Do you have pets? The family has two dogs, but they're far away. (i miss them!)

How tall are you? 5'9" or something?

Favorite subject in school? In high school, I liked math. In college, I really enjoyed my English humanities and the theoretical CS classes (computability/complexity/algorithms stuff)

Dream job? I think it'd be cool to go to grad school and do R&D stuff about computer graphics or some other aspect of CS. sometimes i am like alright what if i hard-pivoted to astrophysics but i think that ship has sailed

If you're interested, tagging @thealleycat, @gemsweater72, @boot2004, and @ballofstress9 (no pressure to if you don't want to!)

#Thanks for the tag! #kaia.mypost #kaia.oversharing

[rabbitcruiser]

International Day of Pink

This day uses the color pink to raise awareness and fight against bullying, discrimination, homophobia, transphobia, and transmisogyny across the world.

The International Day of Pink is set up as an International Day against bullying, discrimination, homophobia, transphobia, and transmisogyny in cities and towns all across the world. On this day, everyone is invited to celebrate diversity by wearing a pink shirt and by organizing activities in their workplaces, schools, and communities in support of the day.

History of the International Day of Pink

The International Day of Pink was started in Nova Scotia, Canada, when two straight high school students saw a gay student being bullied because he was wearing a pink shirt. The two students intervened at the moment, but they also wanted to do more to prevent homophobic and transphobic bullying in their school.

In a stroke of creative genius, these two young men decided to purchase pink shirts and wear them. Not only that, but a few days later they also got almost everyone else at their school to arrive wearing pink, standing in solidarity for anti-bullying. The result was that an entire school took a stand and began working together to prevent bullying of any type, particularly related to homophobia and transphobia.

The International Day of Pink campaign has continued to grow. It is now an international anti-bullying campaign that thrives in schools, workplaces, and communities. The International Day of Pink and the conversations, awareness, and acceptance that stem from it are making a real difference in the lives of queer and trans youth. So this is just the day to wear pink, spark some conversations, and inspire acceptance.

Get ready to celebrate International Day of Pink!

International Day of Pink Timeline

1969

Stonewall Riots take place 

A riot at the Stonewall Inn in New York City becomes a turning point in the movement for gay rights in the United States.

1970

First Gay Pride March in New York 

In honor of the anniversary of the Stonewall Riots the previous year, the first Gay Pride March in New York History takes place on June 28.

1977

Harvey Milk makes history 

As the first openly gay elected official in California, Harvey Milk is elected to the San Francisco Board of Supervisors.

2007

First International Day of Pink is observed 

Students David Shepherd and Travis Price see a student being bullied for wearing a pink t-shirt in Nova Scotia, Canada. So they get their fellow students to all wear pink shirts the next day.

2020

LGBTQ Rights are protected for employees

The US Supreme Court makes an historic decision in ruling that the 1964 Civil Rights Act protects the rights of gay, lesbian and transgender employees from discrimination based on sex.

How to Celebrate International Day of Pink

You can enjoy observing and celebrating International Day of Pink in a variety of ways, including ideas like these:

Wear a Pink Shirt for the Day

Wearing a pink shirt means more than just a one-day thing, of course! Because it stands as a commitment to allyship that spans the rest of the year through. It’s true that wearing a pink shirt on April 11th is an important first step, though. It shows that people stand together with those who have been bullied, especially with those who have been bullied or harassed in school for their sexual orientation or gender identity.

Get Educated About Bullying

One of the best ways to be supportive of International Day of Pink is to get educated about what bullying is, how to prevent it or what to do if it does happen. Some valuable information can be gained through the Stop Bullying website.

Attend an International Day of Pink Event

Those who are interested in celebrating the International Day of Pink may want to consider joining in with a community event in honor of the day. In fact, many events will be happening all weekend or even all week long in some communities, not just on the day!

Different events to participate in might include flash mobs, comedy shows, fundraisers, educational lectures and fun runs and so much more! Other resources available on the Day of Pink website include pins, buttons and much more.

Get an International Day of Pink Tool Kit

If you want to host an event or show your support for International Day of Pink, you can visit the official Day of Pink website (in English or French) to get access to a toolkit that will help you connect. T-shirts can be ordered from the site. Plus, get virtual stickers and GIFS to add to social media content, as well as supportive backgrounds that can be used for video calls. And the printable posters are absolutely adorable as well!

Make an Anti-Bullying Donation

One great way to make a difference in the International Day of Pink cause is to make a donation to charities that help provide support to the anti-bullying cause. Here are some important anti-bullying charities that might be able to use some support:

STOMP Out Bullying. The leading anti-bullying non-profit organization in the United States, it’s dedicated to making a culture change among kids and teens.

The Trevor Project. Offering counseling help to teens who identify as LGBTQ in the US.

Kind Campaign. This non profit organization, along with documentaries, started in 2009 when college students wanted to help others who were bullied.

Become an Ally for Anti-Bullying

Many people don’t think of the fact that the word ally is not only a noun, but it is also a verb. To ally oneself with someone is to be listening and learning about how to care and support people from different backgrounds or places. It is essential to work year-round to stand up not just for others, but with them.

It is only with this year-round commitment that the human race can make real progress towards eliminating bullying and discrimination in all communities. For instance, if you see someone in your community being bullied, whether that’s the schoolyard or the office, it’s time to step up and say something.

Only by being active and continuing the discussion about bullying can anyone hope to put an end to this harmful practice and help make the world a safer place for everyone in it.

International Day of Pink FAQs

What is International Day of Pink?

International Day of Pink is a day when people wear pink shirts to represent support for anti-bullying efforts in schools.

When is International Day of Pink?

International Day of Pink is observed each year on second Wednesday in April.

What is the International Day of Pink history?

This day started in 2007 when two boys in Canada observed another boy being bullied for wearing a pink shirt, so they organized a campaign for the whole school to wear pink shirts the next day.

What is the purpose of Pink Shirt Day?

Sometimes International Day of Pink is also referred to as Pink Shirt Day and its purpose is related to anti-bullying in schools.

What are International Day of Pink activities?

Each year the activities for Day of Pink change, however people usually wear pink shirts, listen to lectures, participate in anti-bullying activities and attend events in support of LGBTQ.

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[fanthatracks]

“A black sheep adventure” was the phrase used by Hebridean sheep farmers, Jack and Morna Cuthbert, to describe their involvement in the excellent Disney Plus Star Wars TV show, Andor. But first let me back up a wee bit here. As a Scotsman, seeing Scotland in Andor (especially those beautiful wide drone shots capturing the Highland mountains) was not only thrilling and gave me a swell of pride, but in just over an hour I could be on set locations, so as I was researching the Aldhani scenes in episodes 4-6, I tumbled down a rabbit hole which led me to Jack and Morna’s website. They had a contact form, so I thought I’d take a chance and drop them a note saying I live 30 minutes from them and asked if it would be possible to take pictures of their sheep used in Andor to share on Fantha Tracks. Being the wonderful couple they are they agreed to my request, so I had the pleasure of not only taking pictures of their sheep, including Excalibur, but was also invited into their home for a coffee and a chat to learn more about their Star Wars story....and their sheep. Jack and Morna began their black sheep adventure with 6 Hebridean sheep in 2011. Twelve years later they have 600. Considering there were only 273 Hebridean sheep alive in 1973 (until the Rare Bread Survival Trust took charge of the breed) making them rarer than the giant panda, Sumatran tiger and rhinoceros, the Cuthbert’s numbers are impressive. Most impressive. Currently there are around 1500 registered Hebridean sheep. Jack is the Trustee of the Hebridean Sheep Society and conservation is very much at the forefront of his mind. As well as playing their part in restoring the breeds numbers, they also help the environment by working with Forestry Commission Scotland. Having 100 sheep in a 25 acre lowland bog eating silver birch saplings in turn helps keep the bog wet. So how did they get involved in Andor? They saw an advert by animal training company Birds and Animals looking for multi-horned sheep for a TV production. Obviously Star Wars was not named in the original ad, but they thought why not?, took a chance and applied. Eventually they were selected, and a black sheep adventure began. Their sheep were wanted by production because they look familiar, yet different. Tony Gilroy was happy he was the first to get sheep into Star Wars. Hebridean sheep are good natured so having that many males, or tups as they’re called in Scotland, together wouldn’t be an issue. As with many animals, when you get them together there’s an order of dominance, and 7 year old Excalibur is the Alpha male that keeps the others in line. Originally the production was due to begin filming in May 2020 but was delayed for a year due to the Covid-19 pandemic. The Cuthbert’s had given the Andor production 17 tups to choose from. At first they wanted 6, then decided on 11. In preparation leading up to filming the sheep got used to walking on the same boards that were used on the bridge, that was built by crew, to cross the River Tilt. Familiarisation with something they weren’t used to walking on would be vital in getting them to and from their pen on set. Where the sheep live there isn’t a river, so even hearing the water never mind seeing it, was a totally new experience for them, but by training and building their confidence walking across the bridge to get treats they were able to enjoy their new surroundings. With new sights, new smells and new tastes, “they enjoyed their wee holiday.” So did Jack and Morna, even though they couldn’t even tell their 2 children, Orin and Struan, what they were really doing for the time they were away. One of them was always on set for the three weeks of filming, something the production insisted on. Some days they weren’t used, but they were always there just in case. Familiarisation with cast and crew was also vital for filming. Varada Sethu (Cinta Kaz) and Faye Marsay (Vel Sartha) were particularly affectionate with them. Varada would make a beeline for them when she arrived on set to greet them with head pats and tickles.

(Side-note: Varada became my new Andor favourite after hearing this; that’s exactly what I’d do) If you look at the set picture, compare it to the pictures of Excalibur I took and notice something looks different, you’re correct. Excalibur was given a head piece giving him an additional 2 horizontal horns. Around 10% of the 1500 Hebridean breed are multi-horned. The numerical variety of horns is all down to the buds splitting in the skull template. Genes control the split of the horn buds. The more horns the tups have the more brittle they are and easier they get knocked off when they’re young. Jack and Morna have only ever had one tup with 8 horns. Excalibur and his woolly tup friends join the list of elephant, rat, iguana, toad, raven, hamster, rabbit, llama, ferret, chicken, goat, owl and horse seen in Star Wars. The Hebridean sheep play a key role in helping “Clem” and his Aldhani rebel group blend in to the surroundings and hide in plain sight from the arrogant Empire. They’re only Highland farmers, right? We know that Dray milk will make you question your existence after a few days, but what does Hebridean hogget taste like? Jack told me it’s slightly gamey with caramelisation sweet notes to it. White sheep have fat that doesn’t render quite so well. Hebridean bread has a different make up of collateral and fat level accounting for the island life. They need a quick shot of energy for when times are hard and they need that extra energy. They carry more fat around their internal organs, and because they’re a smaller bread they’re slower to the table. A standard sheep is culled at 4 to 6 weeks but a Hebridean is 18 months. It’s tender like lamb, despite being older. They sell their produce to a variety of places, from local Scottish pubs to Michelin star restaurants like The Quality Chop House in London, where they’ve been invited to give evening dinner talks (and describe those events as black sheep adventures too). The couple clearly enjoy seizing opportunities to see where it takes them. They had no idea they were going to work on Star Wars but, “It’s a bucket list ticked. The sheep will still be in Star Wars long after we’re gone.” If you’d like to see Excalibur for yourself and cheer him on, you can do so by attending the upcoming Royal Highland Show at Ingliston, Edinburgh from Thursday 22nd June to Sunda 25th June 2023. It showcases the best of food, farming and rural life. Excalibur will be judged in the Hebridean tup class and is also eligible for the 4 horned trophy. Everyone here at Fantha Tracks wishes Excalibur the best of luck and hope he adds more rosettes to the Cuthbert’s wall. If you’d like to see what Jack and Morna have for sale you can do so by clicking here. Many thanks to Jack and Morna for inviting me into their home and sharing their black sheep adventure story with Fantha Tracks… May the Force be with ewe. https://www.facebook.com/fanthatracks/posts/pfbid034vXsUWPQXpNrXRZNG3AevY3RJ2zqVBxe1EvwPu1Ndg47BhF4tfPH1kJyyYsmCu6gl [amazon box="B0BP5NV3M6"]

#StarWarsAndor

[niamhmcgall-embroidery]

‘Of Meadows and Blue Skies’ by Melody Money

‘Of Meadows and Blue Skies’ by Melody Money was a solo show at Visions Art Museum in San Diego in 2021 that now lives on the form of an online and video exhibition on the Visions website. Melody Money is a mixed media textiles artist who prides herself on attention to detail and is “motivated to take a medium that is traditionally worked on a smaller scale and expand it to a larger version” and that's evident in this show.

After Melody Money received her Fine Art degree from the University of Colorado, she went on to study prismatic colour theory at Rudolph Schaefer school of design, and this schooling in colour theory shines through throughout the show. This works’ colour pallet is almost exclusively bright warm blues, greens and yellows. Few of the pieces from this collection use colour pallets that could be described as realist. Instead, Money opts for the sort of colours that you could imagine a child choosing for a scribbled marker pen landscape that features a buttercup yellow sun in the corner of the page. It’s clear that these colours, maybe even more so them the actual pieces themselves, were designed to invoke a child-like wonder and love for nature.

Money’s piece ‘field studies’ is more reminiscent of a sample board than a fine art piece but that makes me love it even more. The piece itself is a 4 x 10 grid of textiles field studies, these studies are predominantly beaded embroideries of local wildlife like birds, butterflies and various flora. Money clearly prefers creatures that fly as, apart from one solitary fish, all the animals depicted have wings of some variety. I do not find this preference shocking as the sky is a constant reoccurring character in her work, always lovingly decorated with swirling winds. This piece being a series of studies and not one final piece makes the work seem a lot more personal to Money, I feel like I am witness to a before unseen part of her process which is both greatly endearing and gives greater context to the rest of the work in this collection.

Money uses beading throughout these pieces, most significantly in ‘Rain’ but also rather heavily in ‘Field Studies’. All the beads she has chosen have either an iridescent or metallic quality to them, this means that in the bright lights these pieces shine. In ‘Field Studies’ a trio of blue iridescent swallows pull your focus immediately and in ‘Rain’ the whole lower third of the piece is alight, shimmering with silver bead work. These circles of beads and stitch create pools and puddles of rain that reflect both the faux, stitched light in the piece as well as the real, dynamic light of the exhibition space. Melody Money has said that light is the key to making her art sing, and I couldn't agree more, the beading on both these pieces would have been significantly less impactful and appealing had she opted for dull beads; it would have completely lost the magical shifting colours of the swallows and apparent glow and movement of the pooled water. The effect that light has on these pieces and really all of Money’s work make it such a shame I was only able to view this exhibition in the form of consistently lit photos and a lower quality than I would have liked video. I do think her work is lovely but to have seen her work in reality, especially in shifting sun light, would have been something else entirely.

‘Rain’ is an incredibly dynamic work, though the art itself is ever-stationary. Money’s use of layered vertical strips of differing shades of blue draws your eyes up and down the piece. This paired with the influx of cascading, downward-pointing triangles, which colours fade from navy to white, creates a faux sense of gravity, like the fabric rain is really falling. This effect and the way that Money has achieved it is beautiful and, in my opinion, makes ‘Rain’ the most visually stimulating piece in the collection.

By comparison, ‘Chant’ at first glance is a much simpler work; the colour pallet is more muted, and it lacks the flashy beading and intricate forms of some of the other pieces. Instead, most of the piece is made up of layers of silk shaded fields. From a distance this embroidery looks simply like blended colour, but up close the individual threads are evident and reminiscent of thousands of single plants and grasses. Due to the simplicity of the design of this piece, the intensity of the silk shading shines through. The most impressive element is the scale of the piece and volume of stitches - this amount of embroidery is a feat to undertake. But what I can only assume is dozens and dozens of hours of work has absolutely payed off, as all these dense stitches create this sense of never-ending, empty fields. This feeling is accented by the inclusion by seventeen beads of small iridescent birds in flight, up over the fields into the waiting bright blue sky above. These tiny birds seem little and insignificant in scale, compared to the force of nature that surrounds them, to a degree that I can’t help but feel small alongside them.

‘Of Meadows and Blue Skies' is undeniably a love letter in fabric and thread to the ever-changing natural world that surrounds Money’s home in Colorado. Having grown up in an environment similarly surrounded by nature, Money’s work really speaks to me, it reminds me of the importance of enjoying and protecting the wild spaces around us. Money says in her artist statement “I try to shine a light on everyday moments” and for me she does that both completely and beautifully.

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