#right now it's satc for me

[rodeo-clowns]

Hi can I request Sarah Sanderson x female reader who has like a not so great best friend who treats the reader terribly (making fun of pushes around etc) but the reader is too scared to drop her?

I Know How to Hex You

Modern!Sarah Sanderson x fem!reader

A/N: Ty for requesting this! So sorry it took me like fifty years to write it, I’ve been struggling to write a lot these past few months, I have a lot on my plate. I set this as if Sarah was born in the 20th century, so both her and the reader are around like the same age. Sorry if the insults are a bit much, I just felt like this request hit really close to home as I realized recently that a close friend of mine was just really mean and was always against me so this is a bit of a vent fic. Also if you can’t tell, I started watching SATC, so there are some references in the text lol. I hope you enjoy ! <3

Word Count: 1,250 words! (One of my longest yet!!)

Warnings: Angst that ends with fluff, Body shaming, cursing, drinking, kissing, horrible friends (never keep bad friends y’all! learnt that the hard way, ouch), usage of Y/N and unproofread text (let me know if I missed anything!)

It was that time of the year again. Halloween, your favorite holiday in the world. Only this year the warm, welcoming yet spooky feeling of the holiday wasn’t there. You were currently standing in the corner at a Halloween party hosted by your friend, Becca while nursing a cosmo. You see, you were initially excited to attend the party, that is until Becca began making degrading comments.

Earlier that night at your apartment.

“Okay!” With a bright smile you open your bathroom door, stepping out. You were dressed head to toe in a cute witch costume. The dress on you was black with deep blue details and you had on a pointy black witch hat, accompanied by red lipstick and dark eye makeup. “Sooo,” you twirled around, showing off your costume to your friend Becca, who was seated on your bed. “What do you think?”

She looked up from her phone with a bored expression and stared at you for a good five seconds before she chuckled dryly. “You’re not serious are you?” she says with a mocking tone as she stands up, pocketing her phone. Your expression drops.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N…you can’t wear that! It is NOT flattering at all! I mean, what were you even thinking when you bought it?” She laughs and plucks the witch hat off your head. You look down at your costume. Was she right? Was the costume that you spent so much time shifting through thrift stores trying to put together really that horrible?

“Oh…” You respond, keeping your head down. You were hoping that Becca would get the hint and realize that she’d hurt you with her words, but she continued.

“I mean like be so fucking for real look at it,” she points to your figure in the floor length mirror across the room. In your reflection, you can see tears welling in your eyes, but Becca doesn’t seem to notice. “Already, you don’t even have a flattering body. These kinds of dresses are made for someone whose body is hot and sexy.” She says as her hands refer to her own body.

“I am hot and sexy,” you interject, trying to speak up for yourself as you always did when she’d get like this. She laughs loudly, the sound ringing in your ears, continuing on with her degradation before she gives up and looks at the time on her phone, stating that the two of you were going to be late for her party and that you had no time to change out of your “ugly ass dress” or change your “atrocious” makeup.

Present

Eventually, you leave the corner of Becca’s apartment, but only because you’ve now finished your cosmopolitan and need another if you’re going to get through tonight. Before you can enter the kitchen you hear your name pop up in a conversation that Becca is having with some friends of hers. “Ohhh my god do you see what Y/n’s wearing? It’s just awful,” she laughs out, wheezing in the process. “I mean she actually bought that and thought it was a good idea like who lied to her!?” You hear a few of her friends agree before you’ve had enough and step into the kitchen, grabbing a can of a random alcoholic beverage and step in front of Becca, who looks surprisingly shocked to see you. You shake the can aggressively before opening it right in front of her, spraying it all over her before she shouts in shock.

“Oops,” you slam the drink on her face and grab another can before you step out, grabbing your coat and bag from her crowded front entrance and leaving her apartment. You make it about two blocks before you break down crying in the middle of the sidewalk. Thankfully this part of Salem was deserted around that time of night, regardless of whether or not it was Halloween, meaning there was no one around to see you cry, or so you thought.

“Hello pretty,” you hear a voice say. You look up in shock, not expecting anyone to approach you. In front of you was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, sporting long blonde hair and a whimsical look in her eye. You sniffle before greeting her back. “What’s the matter?” She asks gently, staring deep into your eyes with a look of compassion, brushing hair away from your face.

“Oh…uh…just got into an argument with someone I considered as a sister,” you mumbled. ‘What is the matter with me?’ You thought to yourself. Why am I telling this beautiful stranger about my life? I just met her!’ Nonetheless, you disregarded your thoughts and continued to confide in the stranger, finding her presence comforting. Strangely she felt familiar, like…home.

“Oh?” She replies after listening to you rant your heart out. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, no one should treat such a beautiful creature such as yourself so horribly.” You felt flushed at her words, a sharp contrast to what you’d put up with with Becca. “You don’t believe me?” She says as she steps closer to you, crowding you against the pole of the streetlight behind you. Gingerly, you shake your head. “That’s okay,” she says, “I can prove it to you.”

“Y-you can?”

“Sure,” she smirks an award winning smirk, your breath hitches. “But only if you want me to,” her voice lowers, asking for your permission. You take a moment to look around, noticing that the street remains empty except the two of you. You nod and she laughs lightly, shaking her head. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you?”

“Yes, I want you to prove it to me.” With that she smiles, and leans in, pressing a light kiss to your lips, it lasts less than three seconds but still you feel the wind knock you off your feet. As she pulls away, you look at her with awe. She smiles and speaks again.

“I’m Sarah.”

“Y/N.”

She smiles again and tells you that she’s never heard a name so beautiful in her life. This time, you’re the one who initiates the kiss, which leads into a small but heated make out session against the pole, your lips moving fervently against each other, like you can’t live without it. But before you can get too carried away, you hear footsteps behind you. You pull apart and look up to see Becca.

“What the fuck! Who’s this? Is this why you made such a scene back there? So you can go make out with this…Bimbo!?” She yells out, both invalidating your feelings and insulting Sarah. Sarah looks at you and whispers in your ear.

“Is this the friend that treated you horribly?” You nod in confirmation. She smirks, “Watch this.” Suddenly she flicks her wrist and Becca is gone. You gasp in shock.

“You’re-you’re a-”

“Witch?” She laughs. “I know, fun isn’t it? Don’t worry I didn't do anything bad to her, she's just back at her apartment complex, where she won’t remember this encounter.” She says it like it’s no big deal and at that moment, you couldn’t find yourself to care about Becca anymore, instead you wrap your arms around Sarah’s neck, leaning in.

“So what…else can you do with your magic?” You bite your lip, keeping eye contact with her. She laughs and raises her eyebrows. Before you can blink you’re suddenly in your own apartment, your arms still around Sarah.

“Let’s find out shall we?”

#fluff #lesbian #wlw #sarah sanderson x reader #angst #sarah sanderson x fem!reader #sarah sanderson blurb #sarah sanderson drabble #sarah sanderson imagine #sarah sanderson #sarah jessica parker #hocus pocus #hocus pocus 2 #modern au #modern!sarah sanderson #modern!sarah sanderson x reader #modern!sarah sanderson x fem!reader

[lilisouless]

Before the barbie movie comes out, i would like to post a little life in the dream house fancast just for fun

This is personal opinion, something that seems right for me might be someone else´s personal nightmare so this is in no way claiming to be the perfect cast. Another note is that most of this actresses are 30-40 to match the first one i choose, apparently on the show they are on their 20s so take this as a grown up version. Also, even if this is absolutely nothing official, i would love to know if any of this people are problematic to the point of someone being unconfortable to see them on their dash.

On a final note, i have seen all of this women act.

Now lets go

Sara Paxton as Barbie

Age: 35

Jamie Chung as Raquelle

age: 40 (five years are not a lot when you reach adulthood)

And has Korean heritage like Raquelle, at least acording ot goggle

Xosha Roquemore as Nikki

age: 38

Joanna García as Summer

age: 43 (maybe a little older compared to the others i choose, but we can imagine Summer as the older cool friend like Samantha in SATC)

Joanna Douglas as Midge

age: 40

I had one for Teresa, but since i am not sure i don't want to rush into it (sugestions are accepted thought) , gonna post it later if i decide its okay. I did try to find other people´s fancast for inspirations but the options were either too young for the list or not hispanic (google doesn't specify the country, but the dolls seems to have brown skin)

Edit: okay i think i got Teresa, this is unfortunately the only of the bunch i haven't seen act (but geez finding someone that fits was hard)

Q'orianka Kilcher as Teresa

age: 33

before you say "she is not hispanic" she is peruvian on his father´s side, and Peru is an hispanic country (if this information turns out to be false, please tell me)

#shitpost #fancast #barbie life in the dreamhouse #life in the dreamhouse #barbie roberts #raquelle barbie #nikki barbie #summer barbie #midge barbie #gonna edit and add teresa later

[natashawritesstuff]

NO NO NO WHEN I TELL U I SOBBED AND ALMOST BROKE MY BED. PLS PART TWO OF THIS

PLEASE SOMETHING HEART WRENCHING FOR HIM. NO. I CANT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I MIGHT DIE FROM DROWING IN LALL MY TEARS PLS I AM WILLING. WILLING TO GIVE U MY RUGHT KIDNEY ANYTHING. PLS JUST A LART TWO FLUFF FOR READERRRRR PLS

based on keep it to yourself by Clinton Kane (and carrie and big from satc)

You’ve been a mess since your breakup. At least, that’s what your ex, Kyotani likes to think. When clearly that’s not true as he’s been staring at that stupid engagement post for the past fifteen minutes. 

A post that you were tagged in. A post that he didn’t make, a post that he would’ve made if he hadn’t messed things up. Before he can stop himself, he grabs his keys and phone and heads out the door. Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on yours. 

“No,” you say, shaking your head, “no.”

You turn away from the door, but still, leave it open and he takes it as an invitation, walking in. 

“You didn’t have to post it.”

“Excuse me?” you question, walking into the kitchen and grabbing yourself a drink. 

“You’re fucking engaged now?”

You sigh as you start pouring and nod, “yeah, Ken, I am, so why are you here?” you ask, downing the drink in one gulp. 

“I always thought it would be-”

“It’s not,” you interrupt. 

“Yeah, I keep getting fucking reminders of that.”

“Please, as if you don’t post your girlfriend every other week!”

“I post her, I didn’t get fucking engaged to her!”

“What the hell? Is there some sort of rule where you can date and I can’t-”

“No, but you don’t have to throw it in my fucking face that your happier now, you can keep that yourself.”

“As if you do?”

‘I’m not happy!” he screams.

Your lips slightly part in surprise and you shake your head and start pouring again. 

“You’re so unfair,” you whisper. 

“Y/N–”

“You left me. Remember? Remember me crying and begging you to stay, do you remember that?”

“I remember wanting-”

“Yeah, but remember you left anyway!” you remind him, utterly exhausted. “What the fuck Kyo! Seriously, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I still love you.”

“What am I supposed to do with that? You have a fucking girlfriend as you're spewing this shit to me and I’m supposed to trust you? Let’s just say I did, what do you want me to break up with my fiance for you? Really? Was that what you expected? What, did you have some fucking convoluted fantasy where I can’t move on from you? Cause I can, and I did. I’m not some fucking broken doll that only you can fix. I’m not going to drop everything in my life just because you decide you want me again.”

“I never stopped wanting you, I just wanted better for you-”

“I have it! And you’re still here trying to mess everything up!”

“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll go-”

“I don’t love you,” you respond all too quickly, “I’m not in love with you and I haven’t been since you left. And if you actually still love me as you claim, you’d fucking leave, and this time don’t come back.”

And he didn’t. But soon after he left your fiance did with dinner and the way your face lit up when you saw them confirmed you made the right choice. Which meant saying yes at the alter three months later was the easiest thing you’ve ever done. You had a beautiful wedding and an amazing honeymoon, posting all about both. But not before blocking Kyotani, taking his advice, and keeping it to yourself; at least his eyes, the ones that never got to see how big your smile was on the big day.

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a/n you can keep the kidney dw :)

#hq kyotani #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu angst #haikyuu aces x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst to fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu captains x reader #haikyuu domestic #kyotani fluff #kyotani x reader #kyotani angst #hq timeskip #aoba josai x reader #aoba josai headcanons #aoba johsai #mad dog x reader

[luv-assangiebatch]

Mendax Undercover - Chapter 5: SATC?

^^ Kat talking about her interaction with Julian. ❤️‍🔥

I wrote another chapter! The next one is gonna be more difficult but it should also have some good stuff in it.

After the five friends met at Astrid’s desk on the 1st floor, they decided on a place to have lunch.  There was a quaint Indian food restaurant called Tandoori Palace Gate that was near Santé Genomics.  It had great food, a lunch buffet, was decently priced, and offered a calm, relaxing atmosphere.  This was a typical go- to for many people in the biotech sector, and these friends quickly made it a favorite mid-day hangout where they could socialize and catch up.  Once they were seated and settled, they soon ordered and then began their chat session.  The topic of the hour was Kat’s new story regarding the latest interaction with the otherwise elusive bioinformatics VP.

“Okay so what is this story, what happened?”  Bethany inquired with playful excitement.

The other three focused on Kat with a curious air.

“Oui, tell us!” Astrid echoed.

Kat fanned herself a little bit as she exhaled, trying not to blush too much like a giddy schoolgirl.  However, it may have been a bit too late for that.

“Okay well—we ran into each other at the coffee station again…” Kat began.

“Ahhh coffee…” Marilu mused.  “I bet you needed some after last night—I know I sure did!”  The others laughed in agreement.

“Yes, that was fun, but we can’t make a habit of staying out that damn late—not unless we all call off the next day or use PTO or something…” Juniper added, rubbing their tired eyes.  “Oh but you were saying, Kat…?”

“Ah yes, so the coffee station.  Well, he has this habit of sneaking up on me and taking me by surprise…he’s like some sort of sneaky ninja…”

“Or sexy ninja…” Astrid added with a smirk.

The others groaned and nodded in agreement.  Even though Marilu and Juniper were asexual and aromantic, they could still appreciate the allure of a handsome man.  Plus by now, all of the friends were emotionally invested in Kat’s new crush.

“Anyway—so he startles me again and I of course fumble my coffee cup, thank goodness it wasn’t full.  It just kept bouncing off my hand until it flung towards him and he caught it!”

The friends giggled.

“Right, so then we just started chatting a bit—he made a crack about me going for the caffeinated stuff…oh!  Then I offered to pour him a cup and then he had to run off to a meeting, and asked me to bring it to his office…”

The friends leaned in, interested to hear what came next.

“Have you ever been to his office before?” Marilu asked.

“I hadn’t!”

“What’s it like?” Juniper asked.

“Oh…I dunno…it’s nice.  It’s big.  Large windows on the far wall, and a conference table in front of those.  Then bookshelves and cabinets behind his desk…I dunno, looks like a typical executive’s office...”

“Nothing personal in there?  Décor?” Astrid asked.

Kat tilted her head for a moment.  “You know, no—I didn’t really notice anything… I think he had a small fridge in there, maybe?  Behind his desk…but that’s it…”

“Not surprising…” Juniper began.  “I was talking with Otto in bioinformatics and he said Julian hardly talks to anyone…you have probably talked with him more than anyone on his own team has!”

Kat shook her head. “No way, that can’t be right…”

“He seems like the type to keep to himself,” Marilu noted with a slight nod.

“Takes one to know one!” Bethany teased.

Marilu shrugged. “Yeah, fair…”  They were being amusing in their own way.

“Ooooh, but I haven’t gotten to the good part yet!”  Kat exclaimed, getting a bit giddy.  “Okay so… I go into his office thinking I’m just going to drop his coffee off and leave—but then he’s like, ‘hey my meeting was canceled,’ and I was like, ‘oh that’s cool,’ and then he was all, ‘why don’t you stay and chat a bit,’ and I was all, ‘bpbpbpbpbokay!’”

Laughter filled the table.  As Kat continued, her speech and hand gestures were becoming more dynamic as her cheeks flushed slightly.  She was beaming.

“Anyway, so yeah, we just chatted a bit about how we ended up at Santé, and I told him about a couple of fun pubs around for dancing and stuff and then he was all, ‘maybe you can show me sometime…!’”  Kat started to fan herself again.

The others expressed surprise with dropped chins and more leaned in gestures.  “Whaaaaat…” they sang in unison almost.

“He is so into you—he has to be!” Bethany exclaimed, then taking a sip of her Lassi.

“But you guys, it gets even better…  After that, he asked about my graduate research, and then, well, long story short—he said that the company is on him to do some research so he asked if I would like to work on my research with him!”

“Woooooah!”  the friends chimed.

“I know!”  Kat brought her cold glass of water to her cheeks and forehead for a moment, trying to calm her excitement.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous,” Juniper responded.  “I wouldn’t mind some hot VP wanting to help me further my graduate research…”

“You could end up publishing a manuscript with him!” Bethany exclaimed.

“And presenting together at ASCO… Oooh overseas trips together…?” Marilu mused.

“This could also mean lots of late nights together, eh?” Astrid inquired with a raised eyebrow.  “Wouldn’t you have to do research after the normal workday?”

“Ooooh…” the others chimed in unison, agreeing with Astrid’s thought.

“Yeah…maybe…I guess we’ll see!  But yeah, I am pretty elated about this, you guys…  I really don’t know why or how this is happening, but I guess I’ll try to enjoy it and not screw it up by doing something stupid!”  Kat scoffed at herself.  “Hopefully I can control the clumsiness around him if I have to see him more…”

“Awe Kat, you’re so hard on yourself,” Juniper said, being a supportive friend as they often were.  “You are so passionate about precision medicine and what we do, and I bet he sees that in you and knows you will take it seriously.”

“Thanks, my friend,” Kat nodded to Juniper.  “So yeah, that’s my big news for the day…how is everyone else doing?”

“I’m so fucking tired…!” Astrid growled.

“Didn’t you leave with that businessman last night?” Bethany asked.

Astrid chucked. “Ah yes, I did…upper-class connard,” she added with disdain.

“But he was handsome—was he not very nice?”

“Bof… he was fun for a night—to dominate, you know…but they are all the same.  Thinking the pretty French girl is so exotique…it’s so…ennuyeux, non?”  Astrid rolled her eyes.  “But I give them what they want, a show, eh!  It’s fun for a night.”

Bethany grimaced.  “But what about finding a real nice man and falling in love?”

“Pfft—l’amour, c’est la guerre,” Astrid quipped.

Bethany looked at Marilu and Juniper.

“Don’t look at us, we’re ace…” Marilu noted, crossing her hands back and forth a bit.

“That’s not to say we don’t believe in others finding love, “ Juniper added.  “I just think it’s very tricky, and rare to find a good one.  Most of the time it’s just too much hassle, and who has time for that nonsense?”

Bethany sighed, then looked hopelessly at Kat.  “Kat, what do you think?  Do you believe in love?”

Kat shrugged.  “I am generally a skeptic… However, deep down I do want to believe, wish for it… It’s been a long time since I met anyone who made me think of stuff like that though…”

“Until now…?” Bethany inquired with a hopeful smile.

Kat cracked a shy smirk, almost feeling like she were caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  “Yes…Mr. VP…well…he is giving me the feels for sure.  He is just so…enchanting…”  Kat sighed hopelessly, then immediately scolded herself in her head for being such a silly schoolgirl.

“Oh my God, I just realized something…” Bethany added while covering a giggle with her hand.

“What?” the others asked.

“We are just like the ladies from Sex and The City…!”

“Huh?” “What?” “How do you mean?” the others inquired simultaneously.

“Oh my God, yes!  It’s so obvious!”  Bethany laughed, so proud of herself for discovering this parallel.  “Sex and the City—the biotech version!”

The others just looked back and forth at each other, then back at Bethany for further explanation.

“Okay so I’m totally Charlotte—the one with the more reserved and traditional outlook on love…”

“Ohhh…” the others began to nod as she continued.

“And Astrid here is Samantha, feeling power in her sexuality and having fun with it.  Then we have TWO Mirandas!”  Bethany gestured toward Juniper and Marilu.

“Ah yes, the romance skeptic!”  Juniper laughed.  “I even have the short red hair!”

“And Kat…” Bethany motioned toward the variant scientist.  “Well, she’s our Carrie of course…and Mr. VP is her Mr. Big!”

The table roared with approval.

“God…” Kat sighed.  “He’s even elusive like Mr. Big was…”

“Oap, there she goes…” Marilu waved a hand in front of Kat’s eyes to bring her back down to earth.

The table giggled as they continued to finish their lunch before heading back to the office.

And just like that… Basel was starting to show Kat there was room in life for friendship and potential romance as well as a successful career, and maybe having it all wasn’t as rare as most people thought.

#mendax undercover #assangie #kassangie #fanfic #my shitty writing #cameos #getting closer to some good flirty stuff soon!

[zalrb]

i’m rewatching sex and the city bc there’s nothing else for me right now, and not to defend mr. big, but dear god. s1 and 2 carrie whines so much about wanting to be included in bigs life and be known as his girlfriend and meet his friends and whatnot, and then the day he takes her to his friends party (2x10) she whines about how she doesn’t like his friends, like who can understand her ????? and i get shes mad about the “i love you” thing but still, she basically skips off with another guy, makes out with him, invites him back to her apartment and then the next day big is calling saying he loves her. like she really plays herself into delusion 90% of the time. big is by no means a saint, but a good percentage of their problems seem to come from carrie’s inability to understand boundaries and act rationally.

sorry i just needed to rant about that.

OKAY. LOOK. I rewatched SATC a few months ago and I was just like, Big is terrible but he never lied about who he was. Carrie, the man didn't want you to meet his mother and you stalked them at church, he casually dropped that he was married before and was all "oh I didn't mention that?" and then you stalked his ex wife, why are you now surprised that he's like hey, by the way, I'm going to Paris and didn't factor you or our relationship into his decision, he's still the same guy. Like she's dated this man for two years, known him for four, and it's only when he's leaving New York for "good" that she sees where he works?? Is it HIS fault that in the relationship you settled for a picture in a book? HE NEVER LIED. Plus she sucks at communicating as much as he does, like when they don't have sex for three days and she meets his ex-wife, doesn't tell him, she's all insecure and shit and has that meltdown about how she isn't perfect because he wants to watch the game instead of have sex and then she waits for him to chase her and every time I'm just like, Carrie what are you DOING? and I was ranting @initiumseries who had never watched full episodes of the show and she was like, idk it sounds like that man hates her and the only one who doesn't know is her because REALLY

[mikelogan]

9, 24 and 27 for the creator asks!

9: Would you say your style has changed a lot since you first started creating? oh for SURE. regardless of what i consider my start bc i used to gif from like 2015-2017 and then i didn't start up again until april of 2023. this time around, i have learned SO much, and i'm sure part of that is just bc of how much gif styles have changed in the last 6-8 years, but also bc i joined a couple gifmaking networks and have gotten so much help through them, found so many resources, and learned tons! to compare, here's one of the sets i was proudest of from Back In The Day. now, it's definitely not horrible, but the coloring and the slow framerate make me borderline homicidal. this one is marginally better, and i remember thinking i was really Doing Something with that typography 😂 here are some of the sets i made early on in my Return to Gifmaking this past April/May. this was one of the first times i'd ever combined multiple gifs into one and girl. what the fuck happened. why are the framerates Like That? what is this typography? i had no business making early l&o gifs 540px wide bc the quality is bad enough at 268px 💀and i think this one is a good example of i got the spirit! the execution just wasn't quite there. i like the main gif with the overlay of the sky, but i'd do the typography very differently and idk if i'd do it in b&w? i could try and remake it tbh, it's been 9 months since i made and posted it.

24: What’s your step by step? How do you organise your editing process? buckle up 😂

make clips of the scene(s) i want to use if i don't already have them

import video frames to layers

action 1: grouping and timing (groups all layers and sets frame rate to 0.05)

delete any extra frames

crop to whatever dimensions i'm using

action 2: sharpening (two smart sharpen layers) + vivid sharpening (i used this tutorial and i usually keep that folder at 30% but sometimes drop it down to 10-15%)

coloring! it depends on what i'm giffing, but i color everything from scratch at least the first time. i save a LOT of my psds, like there's one psd that i use for almost all my tfothou gifs, a couple for hill house depending on the tint of the scene i'm giffing, one for law & order that sometimes needs to be adjusted just a little, one for the good wife, one or two for satc, etc. but they're all psds that i created myself.

typography (if applicable) which almost always involves scrolling through the entire list of fonts just to use one of my go-tos

action 3: this save action from anyataylorjoy

export > save for web!

upload to hellsite (derogatory) and gifsets always immediately go to my drafts, even if i want to post them right away, just so i can make sure i'm happy with everything and try to catch any last-minute mistakes

as for general organization, i'm organized on my computer to a near-ridiculous standard, but it works for me lmao. my psds, templates, and project psds (where i save an entire finished gif if it's for a larger, complex set and then never get rid of them lmao), and all overlays, textures, icons, graphics, transitions, etc. are meticulously organized. my finished gifs are also organized into their own folders.

27: What’s your favourite font to use? in general, monsterrat. i use it for everything in google docs, and it's my fave sans serif to go with serif or script fonts. when i'm using it for giffing, i usually use semibold.

#answered #bazkrekkers #tysm melone!!

[philhoffman]

Next Stop Wonderland (1998), dir. Brad Anderson, is this week’s Monday Philm, starring Hope Davis and Alan Gelfant (and a brief surprise appearance by Smith Jerrod for my fellow SATC fans out there!)

I haven’t seen this since I watched it for the first time last October. I definitely liked it better on a rewatch, which is turning out to be the case for many of these 90s flicks. The pace is smoother and the jokes land better when I’m not anxiously awaiting PSH’s next scene, lmao. Very 90s but a bit timeless in a way, too. Modern dating, man. 

PSH as Sean Riddle (noticed his full name this time in the newspaper clip at the end of the film!) is so excellent, he’s such an asshole. “I BOUGHT THE VCR!” Most of his performance here is about his voice, which is so deep but whiny and youthful in a strange way. He’s playing such an immature character, it sounds like his voice is about to crack when he shouts, despite him being nearly if not 30 — “You don’t even watch TV, you don’t read the paper, you don’t know what’s going on in the world!” Then in his last scene, he’s softer, more mumbling and familiar.

I guess that aspect struck me so much because earlier today I found a new-to-me interview from much later in Phil’s life, Sundance 2014, and his voice again is the focal point. Still so deep but lower, grittier, his real New York accent heavier and lilting. He sounds tired. I think all the time about that GQ writer who said “[PSH] had the most beautiful voice of any modern American actor. (Really, listen to it — it’s amazing).” Reading that line some months ago was like finally seeing something clearly that had been standing right in front of your eyes this whole time — of course I had an idea of it, Phil’s voice is so familiar and comforting to me, I’d just never expressed it so explicitly. But it really is. He mumbles, he speaks very softly and with this combination of absolutely fabulous diction and the most peculiar enunciation on certain words. But then, depending on the performance, he’s loud, he projects, he’s smooth, he’s gentle, menacing, hilarious, confiding, barely containing his fury, broken, calm. An actor’s primary medium is their emotions and he conveys everything he’s feeling through his voice so well, so naturally.

I don’t know how or why this turned into rambling about Phil’s voice rather than a movie review or what exactly the point is. Maybe that I’m so lucky to hear that voice every day in films and interviews and more, what a privilege that it’s so familiar now. But I miss it a whole hell of a lot, too. These last eight and a half years have been full of an awful lot of noise but not much substance, and his deep, thoughtful voice is sorely missed in every way.

But, to end on a relevant note about the movie — if Sean gave me a VHS tape like he gave Erin, I would probably fall more in love with him! That’s my toxic trait.

#he's so hot in the trench coat w/ the beanie... so obnoxious #when he holds her face like that in his big freckly hands........ #monday philm #next stop wonderland #philip seymour hoffman #psh #* #also I just realized the new glasses I'm getting look like his in this film :O #man that voice. like that of a friend now

[alecsnotalex]

What am I doing right now?

I had to search up a prompt on google. I haven't written in a while, and it seems as though I lost all ability to write after my last heartbreak. I find it a little frustrating. I feel like I've been in a slump for months, it's kinda stupid and pitiful that I have no thoughts in mind, and that I had to search up a prompt on google to actually write.

I used to just write freely, words flowing, no need for structure and planning. A little structure doesn't sound so ad right now.

So what am I doing right now?

Sitting with my headphones on, routinely looking down at my ripped jeans, pausing, thinking, trying to write. On both my ears, I'm blasting mitski. Not that I love her music, I just had to play something to drown out all the other noises around me here in the cafeteria. About five minutes ago, I was watching Sex and the City, but after this huge polynesian man sat in front of me to eat breakfast next to his friends' already-full-table table, I kinda thought SATC was a little too inappropriate to be watched in public. I honestly kind of want to leave the cafeteria, I just don't want to seem rude, which is stupid because I don't even know this person in front of me, and he doesn't know me either. Also, I was kinda waiting for Kristen to finish her class so we could hang together before I had to go to work.

I think that's all I'm going to write about. I don't really feel like doing this anymore.

[no-ctrl]

Shey called my mom today. I don’t hate her but I don’t want anything to do with her. Obviously I will never dictate what my mom and sister do but knowing my mom she will choose Shey the moment she gives a sliver of space for them to be close again. Again that’s fine. But is it really? When that phone call happened I felt familiar and not in a pleasant way. The feel reminded me of how I felt when my mom chose literally ANYONE but me. This led me to think ‘the day I become rich I will just disappear and no longer associate with this family’ it’s sad but I do hope that’s my future. I don’t feel apart of my family. I am doing the work to be the highest version of myself and I’m not willing to sacrifice my peace to keep anyone around. I have given forgiveness with no signs of apology or empathy. That’s fine but respectfully I’m done. I’m tired of being in places I don’t belong. This feeling is killing me, today I went to a club booth day on campus and I hated it. It was not for me and that’s okay but I can’t help but ask where do I belong? Where are my people? How much long do I have to wait? While these questions seem negative, it’s not coming from a bad place, more so from a place of impatience. Today I saw a video of Charlotte York from SATC and it helped me realize my standards are not ‘too high’ or ‘too much’ I’m willing to wait and I will get the life I want, the community I want, the wealth I want, the freedom I want, the love I want. I’m going to get everything I want and more. I’m tired of being in places where people try to make me feel beneath them, try to convince me I’m asking for too much in life or question my capability. I don’t care to prove people right or wrong, I care to create a happy life for myself. I’ve lived so miserably and for other for too long to not honor myself now by being the best version of myself. I am showing up everyday to my best ability. Some days are harder than others but I’m doing it. No one is doing it for me and no one can take the credit for all my hard work. I’m so proud of myself. The pain I feel now will soon become an abundance of happiness. I will savor the fruits of my labor soon. This is not forever. While my mom may abandon me and chose everyone besides me, at least I choose myself. This is not forever Jaymee. Keep pushing and trust yourself, the universe and God and the rest will follow.

[girldigital]

It's 2 am

I just cracked open my favorite 0% fat yoghurt of the moment. A few spoonfuls later, here I am typing away back in the relatively same dim and colorful cocoon I had back home.

While I haven't been listening to music much since this summer (pretty comical for a self-proclaimed DJ I know), I tend to talk to myself when writing in silence. To counter that, I've just put on this playlist I started back in 2016, when living in a lava lamp lit high rise apartment was only just a dream. I guess I'm not exactly there yet, but close enough. It only took 8 years...

Anyway, I've just started watching SATC following encouragement from roomie Angel and I guess that's why I'm here.

I moved to London about 20 days ago and life finally feels like it's started. I'll give a quick rundown, then hopefully I can maintain short daily entries....

I guess I'll start before I departed.

It's been a pretty tough year for me (depression! crazy mother! ah!), but I won't be getting into that right now. May was the turning point (no criminal record! great birthday in NYC!) and it's been up ever since.

I made sure I saw as many people I love before leaving. Didn't get to everybody, but I'm happy with those I got to see: obviously the high school besties, but also AB, AV, M, EZ, ZK, estranged bestie MB... I think that's it?

Oh wait

Okay, I'm not going to lie I may mostly also have started this because after telling Angel of the lover I left back home, she told me he was my Mr. Big. Now that I'm watching SATC... I can confirm very much so is, much to my dismay.

How could I forget I included him in my list of people to see before my big move. He's someone I was seeing a little over 2 years ago. He ended things before they got serious, which I don't blame him for, despite how it broke me.

I don't think I ever realized just how much I could love and how much I wanted love until that point. I've always been used to the minimum and that's what I expected from my lovers. However, that was the first time I got more. So much more.

Anyway, this is not about that, it ended and I moved on (or tried to at least). I've met many beautiful people, had my fair share of exciting traveling escapades, turned a date into a best friend... Overall no regrets.

I think ending it was for the better. I wasn't ready, and as much as everybody tells me it's not the case, I was never able to shake off the feeling that he simply was too good for me.

Sometimes I wished we could be friends and hang out, but with time I realized the best way to go about it was probably to see him the least possible. Even when I was with other lovers, I could not help but compare them all to him. He became the standard and I could never truly forget him. In a way, that's not a bad thing, for I did need to stop settling for bullshit. However, it also turned the savannah that was my already overly selective dating life into a full-blown desert.

I tried moving on from talking about this and yet here I am 3 paragraphs later, my God. I guess it just goes to show how much I have to say. In all though, I'm very glad I was able to maintain the distance and to explore different people, as well as myself.

I reached out before leaving not expecting much. Again, contact was sparse (and even more so since I stopped posting on Instagram over the past year - totaallyyyy unrelated to my unresolved feelings....), but I do feel like we had a nice bond. He was pretty complimentary to me when he did reach out and I feel like our senses of humor always kind of lined up. I figured the worst thing that could happen was him saying no to my invitation. which didn't matter since I was leaving the country anyway. I knew I had an entire new world awaiting me, so the stakes weren't as high as they would've been had I tried something like this prior.

To my surprise, not only did he say yes, he said he'd love to see me. After weeks of being filled with dread at the thought of reaching out, he actually was eager to see me?

Sorry music change, just realized I never finished that Andre 3000 album and I feel like that's better suited for right now:

Anyway, yeah. Him looking forward to seeing me was not in my cards. Not only that, but after asking him where he'd like to go, he suggested his, with a very enticing make out invitation.

Did I scream? Yes. Who could say no to a make out sesh with the lover who broke your heart? It's a funny thing to have the man who's occupied too many of your thoughts finally give you something tangible, right before you leave the city that united you. A city I probably won't go back to, and most likely neither will he.

Did I forget to mention he's from New York? Because of course he is. I'd list out the rest of his resume, but I don't even think that matters right now.

So yes, I did go to his cute mile-end apartment. And yes, one negroni and gin and tonic later, he cut me off mid-sentence with a kiss.

A kiss, I hate to admit, I had longed for since the last one we shared.

Then he picked me up and we made love. Not sure if I'm allowed to say that, for I don't know if love is there, but it surely feels like more than just sex with him.

While he exudes warmth and has such inherent kindness to him, when we fuck, that goes out the window. His gaze turns almost animalistic, but not in an aggressive way - It's like purely juiced passion. Typically when a man looks at me with such hunger, I can't help but hate them. All I want to do is disappear, unless I'm already in bed with them, in that case it makes me want to laugh (which I actually do sometimes). With him though, I relinquish myself like an offering. I let my body and soul be consumed and I can tell he savors every bit of it.

Changed music to Vangelis...

So after laying on his chest and exchanging kisses for what I wish was an eternity, we said our goodbyes and I drove away.

Did I mention I was on my period by the way? Knowing him I knew that probably wouldn't be a problem though. If anything, he might have enjoyed it even more this way. He's a real lover - I guess that's why I can't let go. They're a rarity nowadays you know...

So I got my goodbye. One that was a thousand times better than what I didn't even dare imagine. It's funny to think it only happened because I'm leaving. It felt like stealing the last slice of a delicious pie that wasn't even mine.

Finally though, I felt like I could close the book.

I landed in London ready to take it over. Angel greeted me once I got off the train. Tedious walk, carrying two large suitcases, sweating like a pig wearing all the clothes that wouldn't fit in them.

The moment I got home though everything became good. Freedom didn't exist where I'm from, and there's a form of happiness you can only obtain when the shackles are off.

Should I end my entry here?

I feel like if I keep going it'll be the longest fucking thing. I'm so sorry I didn't expect a tiny catch-up with a past lover to take up so many words, but he is a big piece of my life puzzle. My Mr. Big...

It's now 4:15

[luxurybrownbarbie]

so...i hear you had something controversial to say about Sags? ur reads on mr. big as a sag really resonated with me, so im curious!!!

Bestie, remind me what post I said that on please! 💛 I’m blanking on it right now, and I need context clues. Though I think I have a few controversial thoughts on them.

I get why people hate him, but to me, Mr Big was so clear on exactly who he was. Carrie simply could not handle it. And that’s a typical unevolved Sag/Libra dynamic!

And I still stand by my SATC astrology post!

#in fact I’m going to go find it again. #answered #satc posting #.

[bitchimzen]

SATC Season 5 Episode 7

Carrie- “I have to go to San Francisco on a book tour.”

Miranda- “You wouldn't go to the Upper West Side. Suddenly, you're going to San Francisco?”

Carrie- “They're making me. Apparently, I'm very big in San Francisco.”

Miranda- “You mean, Big is in San Francisco.”

Carrie- “Okay, yes, perhaps I'll see Big. Guys, I need to have sex. It's been too long. Lately, I've been having these dreams where I run. I run up to complete strangers and just start kissing them.”

… me right now 🥲🙃

Losing my mind

#satc #carrie bradshaw

[imnotobsessedwithtv]

me, at 1 am after starting yet another episode: I skipped the intro, that will have saved me at least 15 seconds

#tv #the good place #binging #netflix #this is us #the morning show #htgawm #grey's anatomy #right now it's satc for me

[whatiwillsay]

I just wanted to say that I will not be reading your blog anymore and why, I don’t need a response from you bc youre entitled to do and talk about whatever you want in YOUR blog. I’m not making an argument about what you should and should not do, I just wanna say my truth. Anyway I came to this blog after a breakup and it was escapism for me bc I loved the gaylor drama and learning about tily and swiftgron. And now I feel like you just gloat a lot about ur gf and that’s great that’s fine I’m really happy for you bc everyone deserves someone they love. But then you talk about tits and how you guys sext and send each other nudes, even tho you don’t go into specifics it kind of just gives me weird and awkward vibes. It just makes me not want to read your blog anymore bc it’s weird for me to read it about ppl that I don’t know if that makes sense. You still talk about celeb drama but it’s diverted a lot from that from what I remember. Also I would respectfully give an opinion about something and I feel like gaslighted by you, it may not be your intention but that’s the way I felt.

Anyway your blog has helped me overall a lot with getting thru my breakup and I truly thank you for that. It’s just not the same blog to me anymore :(

yeah i'm sorry you feel that way i answer asks that people send me and i have a TON of asks about sophia i haven't posted.

much about tily or swiftgron or gaylor has been talked to death yet i still try to post gaylor content and celeb gossip content (which btw is reading about people you don't know) but i can't help that some people ask about my personal life from time to time. i have said the word tits TWICE on this blog in 30,000 posts so idk what you're talking about with that.

anyway here's the definition of gas lighting:

so you really think i've abused you by *checks notes* having a girlfriend and answering questions about it from time to time? and disagreeing with your gaylor takes?

from my pinned post:

listen i'll gladly take criticism about the blog having moved away from celeb gossip and into more community/personal meta. taylor isn't doing anything right now so there isn't a ton of content to comment on though i try. i've been hosting conversations about succession and dickinson and zendaya/tom and the satc cast and colton haynes and pr celeb couples and anything else i can to keep gossip and pop culture at the forefront but it's hard when taylor isn't doing anything. but i have never abused you. it's not abuse to not provide content you like or to disagree with you. it might be bad blogging which i'm open to criticism on, but it's ridiculous to act like i'm personally attacking you.

might i also remind you of this post:

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so like yeah maybe just block the damn tag if you don't like it?

ALL THAT SAID

i think this is a good opportunity that personal questions about me need to be directed to my personal blog @camcakes because i do want this to be a gossip blog and gaylor blog first and foremost.

anyway

sorry to have failed you so horribly but honestly like... idk i guess there's nothing i can do about it now. i'm not gonna feel bad for having a gf or having people want to hear about her or for disagreeing with people over gaylor.

#blog meta #anonymous