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emailsfromanactor · 5 months

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Do you like Hamlet? John Gielgud? Richard Burton? Theatre and film history? The process of putting on a show? Snarky, insightful, really entertaining commentary on all of the above? Then you're in the right place! Emails from an Actor is a (mostly) real-time readalong of John Gielgud Directs Richard Burton in Hamlet: A Journal of Rehearsals and Letters from an Actor, two books written about the 1964 Broadway production of Hamlet. Both have been out of print for decades, but I acquired PDFs, extracted the text, edited it, and now they exist in accessible form, woohoo! (Edit: Letters from an Actor is coming into print again on March 5! I'm still going ahead with the emails, but buy it when it's out!)

John Gielgud Directs Richard Burton in Hamlet: A Journal of Rehearsals by Richard L. Sterne, is, well, what it says on the tin! Sterne, who played the Gentleman and understudied Laertes, secretly tape recorded rehearsals, going so far as to hide under a platform for a private rehearsal with just Gielgud and Burton. The book summarizes and quotes heavily from those recordings. It also includes a prompt-script for the production with descriptions of the blocking and acting choices - I haven't edited that part yet, but I plan to.

Letters from an Actor by William Redfield, who played Guildenstern, is less objective but way more fun. I love it so much that when I first got it in 2006, I just about killed my hands typing up quotes to share on Livejournal. Redfield had an extensive career in theatre, film, and TV. He's best known for playing Dale Harding in the film One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, but if you happen to be a musical nerd, you might know him as Mercury in Cole Porter's Out of This World. (Also relevant to musical nerds: Alfred Drake as Claudius, John Cullum as Laertes, and George Rose as the Gravedigger!) The book is structured as letters to a friend, Robert Mills, who wanted to know about life in the theatre. Redfield took Mills from his audition through opening night on Broadway, relating thoughts and anecdotes about his profession along the way. As in Hamlet, Richard Burton plays a major role, with stories of his own and a glimpse into his life with Elizabeth Taylor in the days surrounding their (first) wedding. The rehearsal process was frustrating for Redfield, and with all the time he and his Rosencrantz spend feeling lost, the book kind of comes across as a Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead AU.

I'll be sending out the journal entries and letters on the days they were written and/or are about, with just a little bit of jumping around in time. Subscribe here! I made it private for copyright reasons, but don't worry, I'll approve everyone. The emails will start with some introductory material on January 24 and continue through an epilogue in mid-April. Follow this blog for some extras! And reblogs, if people end up talking about this! Tag me or use the tag "emails from an actor" if you want me to see something.

I'm so excited to share these books with people! But mostly Letters from an Actor. Seriously, it's so good.

#hamlet #shakespeare #john gielgud #richard burton #elizabeth taylor #william redfield #is the guy in the icon by the way #rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead #(not really but i think people who like it will also like this so hey!)#emails from an actor

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morrak · 3 months

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Words cannot express how little I want to see this operation through. Neither I nor the machine are really up to it, but the cost is sunk and I need to finish a project — any project — to justify the amount of other stuff I’m not doing. At least this one used to look silly. There’ll be brass (yay!) and knurling (woohoo!) later on, but for now it’s just a lot of counting and swearing. Thankfully I’m alright at both.

One of these days I’ll get my hands on a real mill again. Maybe. Here’s hoping.

#images #fixings

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rimon-limon · 10 months

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Solarpunk Aesthetic Week Final Day: Worldbuilding Thoughts Three!!!

Because my silly little brain is hyperactive as heck.

"It takes a village to raise a child"? That's true now. The kids in the commune don't need to have dictated caregivers, they just chill with who they want. Houses welcome to children can be marked with a special symbol- Every adult who feels comfortable with kids is in a special groupchat (or the like) for the collective parents to chat about how their kids are all doing. Those adults who don't want to be kid-raisers don't join the group chat and don't mark their house, and kids are taught to not to bother them.

We all pitch in to help with the commune, but also to cover each other on days we can't work for whatever reason! Is it shabbat? Is your mom sick? Are your migraines bad today? Are you feeling burnt out? Do you just not want to? Then you don't have to work to do anything. Of course, a whole lot of manual labor (such as milling wheat and other grains into flour) would be automated with robots! The ickiest worst jobs aren't for anyone.

Lights! Lights on Hanukkah, on Diwali, on Christmas. Window-shutters close automatically on houses past sunset so inhabitants can have their lights on without polluting and confusing animal life. Floating lanterns, a soft glow on a gentle face, kids laughing with fireflies cupped in their hands, a dazzling array of stars blinking quietly down on the Earth..

Allergies, intolerances, and food sensitivities are all respected and taken careful note of, and restaurants offer a diverse array of options including vegan meals and allergy-friendly kosher and halal menus!

Kids are considered kids until their brain is fully developed, but are given agency as soon as they can articulate and move themselves. Kids aren't allowed to leave the commune without supervision, though, but inside the commune it's totally alright cuz eyes on the street.

High-tech hormone readers on cameras with AI trained to detect signs of distress and assault, and begin blaring a loud alarm, could be placed wherever. I'm not one for surveillance states, but if we have fire alarms, we could have alarms for other things too, right?

Communal service dogs! Someone had a seizure, a stroke? BARK BARK BARK BAKRBABRKABABRK

In the cities, perhaps a commune is considered your 15-minute sphere? They're divided and governed as such, but cities can also have higher levels of division if necessary.

Food factories! Greenhouses the size of commercial warehouses, giant aquaponics facilities, all kept by robots and an automatic delivery service to restaurants or homes or wherever need be.

That concludes this set of thoughts, and this Solarpunk Aesthetic Week! Woohoo! I hope everyone had a wonderful time <3

#text post #worldbuilding #solarpunk aesthetic week #solarpunk aesthetic #solarpunk #solarpunk worldbuilding #solarpunk world #city planning #urban design #urban planning #city design #post capitalism #high tech high hope

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next-autopsy · 6 months

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A/N: Well, hi there! Ten chapters already! Woohoo! Thank you to everyone who had read, liked, rebloged or left a comment! I appreciate each and every one 💕

I don't want to disregard Birdie's feelings about Harriet but I need to progress the story along so that's what this chapter is. Birdie still carries some guilt and most definitely does not cope in a healthy way.... but who does???

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Mentions of assault, emotions (tears are shed)......

Made of Glass

Chapter ten: Nickname Basis

When dinner rolled around, Birdie had begun to perk up. She spent most of the day sulking and then wondering why the guys were treating her differently. She came to the conclusion that it was her attitude, they were all being delicate with her because she was acting like a moody teenager, stomping everywhere she went and zoning out when people talked to her.

It registered that she would be going to war and losing a lot of the friends she was making in Camp Toccoa and that made her realise how childish she was being. She soothed herself by reasoning that, at the very least, Harriet was going to live through this war, her discharge was keeping her from a bullet on the front lines.

Bernadette bottled up the guilt she felt and pushed it to the back of her mind, she would have to get used to doing this after they were deployed. There would be no time to mourn or grieve while actively fighting the enemy.

Sobel hadn't spoken directly to her that day, she noticed he purposefully stepped around her or veered from looking in her direction and she supposed it was his way of giving her a break or sympathizing.

She had almost missed him yelling at her.

Almost.

It seemed Colonel Sink had been dishing out promotions that day, Birdie noticed Sobel's shiny new Captain bars when he presented her Corporal chevrons in the mess hall that evening. She also noticed Winters had earned the position of first lieutenant and weirdly enough, a spot in the kitchen.

Dick watched Birdie receive the patch and give a genuine smile for the first time that day. Once the new Captain left her side, Richard found himself wandering over to the Mississippian.

“Corporal Coldwell.... It suits you. Congratulations.” He had heard Nixon gossiping about the girl all day. Rumours of her speaking up and advising Colonel Sink had made their way around the mill and of course Lewis was spreading it to anyone who would listen, like a housewife with nothing better to do.

“That's exactly what Sink said... You been in cahoots, sir?” Bernadette tossed him a sly look paired with a smile, “And shouldn't I be congratulatin' you, First Lieutenant Winters?”

Richard smiled at her comment before leaning in a little closer, she caught on to the fact that whatever he was about to tell her was secret by nature and leaned in too.

“Someone came forward.” It was whispered, Dick didn’t want any of the men over hearing. Nixon had informed him as the two walked in solitude to the mess hall, one of the men involved had gone to Sink directly and signed a statement admitting what had happened.

It clarified who was involved and how they had planned the assault for that night especially because Bernadette was meant to be on duty. Richard wouldn’t share that part with her though.

Birdie let the words churn in her head for a second before they became clear. The implication of all four men being caught because of one's admittance was the only coherent thought Bernadette had. Her wide russet eyes found Winters icy blue ones and he nodded as if to confirm her theory.

“Be proud of yourself, Bernadette.”

“It's Birdie.” She replied absent mindedly, her focus was on the new information regarding the punishment of Harriet's attackers, but she did recognise the subtle favoritism the lieutenant was showing her. It deemed them friendly enough to share nicknames and drop some formalities.

“Birdie.” Winters tested out the nickname before departing, finding his place in the back room of the mess hall. Sobel had strongly suggested spaghetti for lunch the next day and Dick overseeing kitchen organization for the next two weeks. So, he had begun counting tins of tomatoes to keep his mind busy and away from the obvious show of authority Sobel had shoved in his face. Richard huffed to himself thinking about the COs evident superiority complex.

“Ya know how to sew those on proper?” Bill broke the girl out of her trance as she traced the outline of the thick fabric patches. She nodded and joined him at the table their growing group had unofficially claimed. They all watched tentatively, unsure if her small smile was an invitation to talk to her or if Birdie would continue to disregard them.

She didn't. It may have taken a minute, but Bernadette was smiling and adding remarks to the conversation, slowly letting her sunny personality warm up and shine through.

Every man at the table noticed the change but no one dared to make a comment in case she shut off the light and clamed back up.

“Congrats, Little Bird.” Bill spoke to her softly after a few moments. Guarnere's sincerity seeped out of his tone and echoed in the look he gave her. It was a quiet moment shared only between the two, sincere and delicate.

“Thanks... Syphilis.” She smirked at him, enjoying the face he pulled, breaking the moment of genuine fondness and she laughed at the playful eye roll he sent her.

By the time she had finished eating, she was ready to retire to her beloved cot and sleep the night away. Bernadette scanned the room, but she couldn't find Sergeant Lipton anywhere.

“He went to the toilet.... Here, I'll walk you back.” Johnny Martin offered up, he had witnessed the girl searching the room for her escort and figured she was ready to get away from the testosterone and back to the safety of the women's barracks.

Birdie was about to wave him off with some nonchalant comment stating she could walk by herself but the chilling thought of the uncaught men still wandering about made her rethink. The sun was going down, it would only be getting darker, and she didn't really want to be alone right now, so she agreed and the two exited the mess hall together.

The evening air was cool, and the camp was quiet, its occupants winding down and getting ready to welcome the night. Johnny hadn't struck her as a conversationalist, so when he spoke up, she was mildly surprised.

“Why are you taking it so personal, kid?” He paused, “It wasn't your fault, ya know?” He was referring to Harriet.

He had seen her emotions on her face all day and took note of the way the guys had ignored them. Martin wanted to let her know someone cared enough to say something.

But in her mind, he didn't know what she knew, and it killed her inside. If he knew the truth, he wouldn't be trying to comfort her or telling her not to blame herself.

“It was. It was my fault.” Birdie's voice was sharp but held no malice, only sadness and bitter disappointment. She truly believed it.

“Just cause she took your shift?” Johnny was trying to get her to understand that what had happened was circumstantial and she shouldn't blame herself so much.

“It's not just that...” Her voice was whispered, and she looked down shamefully, there was more to the story and Johnny was curious.

“Did something else happen?” He feared he already knew the answer, but he had to hear it from her.

Bernadette sucked in a shaky breath and told him everything.

She told him how those men had approached her. How they scared her and how she froze in fear, allowing them to get close to her. She told him how he had whispered a threat to her and how she covered it up and told no one until now. She admitted how guilty she was feeling and explained that if she had spoken up and said something to someone maybe Harriet wouldn't be recovering in a hospital bed miles away from them.

Johnny listened patiently to her every word; he didn't interrupt her. He had a feeling she needed to get all of this out and he would gladly stand there and hear it all if it meant she might feel a bit better.

By the end of her rant, she was nearly in tears. Her eyes were filled to the brim and her bottom lip wobbled.

Martin reached out and pulled her frame towards his, he embraced her in silence, arms encircling her upper body. He felt the moment she realised what was happening and curled into his hug, her arms wrapped around his waist and her fingers tightened on the back of his jacket.

Bernadette willed herself not to cry but the watery tears slipped down her face anyway. She sniffled, attempting to regain composure but made no move to release her grip on the man holding onto her.

Johnny would have stood there forever if she'd needed him to, but a few minutes into their touching moment and she was pulling away, swiping her sleeves against her face to remove any hint of the emotions she could not control.

He waited for Birdie to be calm enough to continue their stroll back to her barracks and he let her lead the way, staying by her side and mulling in the quiet.

“I'll be here at 05:50. Walk you to breakfast.” He informed her once they arrived at the steps leading to her sleeping quarters. She nodded, hopping up the wooden stairs and reaching for the door handle.

Martin watched her, making sure she was safe inside the building before he turned and made his way to his own.

A/N: Hope y'all liked this one!

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter eleven

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #band of brothers fanfic #fem oc #oc #made of glass #made of glass chapter ten #next autopsy #first fanfic #richard winters #bill guarnere #johnny martin

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changingplumbob · 3 months

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Woods Household: Chapter 1, Part 5

In this part Samir is still feeling the effects of his battering in the tunnels. It's a rainy day so he and Reece spend some time at the rec centre, where Deanna shows up to say hi!

Low level content warning: Some sim spice and mentions of death

Samir: I can’t believe your parents got me a violin for your birthday

Reece: I can, mum likes matching gifts, thinks it's cute

Samir: How’d they even know I used to play violin

Reece: My guess? I did write it in my journal when you told me, so Carson read it and blabbed. He’s a nosy little git

Samir: Let’s see if I remember… any of this

Reece unwinds and writes down all the days events to clear his head. In the background Samir tries to channel what violin skill he had as a child. When he got interested in football he forgot about the violin, but if he is going to be a werewolf it could be good to have another outlet. (Reece has a football in his inventory and cues up the play football practice with Samir ALL the time, I just cancel it because I don’t want their relationship tanking from it, but it makes me smile)

Samir: Oh, my head is pounding

Reece: Maybe you should go to bed but… cuddles first

Samir: *chuckles* cuddles huh? Then why are you making a move on my neck

Reece: It’s… a very nice neck

Samir: Blondie, I don’t know if we should… I mean, the table was one thing but what if I’m contagious. What if I get caught up in the moment and bite you without thinking

Reece: If we look at it logically… you’d have to be a werewolf when biting me to turn me. Normal human biting should still be fine

Samir: If we look at it logically… there would be no such thing as werewolves

Reece: *pouts* please, I still want you *switches to whispering* I still need you lover... over me... in me...

Samir: *sighs* fine, but only because I love you. And no biting of any kind until we figure out what’s myth and what’s real, I’m not having you hurt

Reece: Sure thing boss

So the two have a slightly tamer than normal woohoo session before falling asleep together.

Reece: Did you get any sleep? You were tossing and turning a fair bit

Samir: Crap, I didn't want to wake you. It’s just this… it’s like a tension I suppose, in all of my muscles

Reece: You feel like you’re waiting around for something to happen?

Samir: Yeah, I can feel… something is changing. It’s just taking its sweet time

Reece: Biology is complex. If you are becoming a werewolf… then all your cells will probably be changing

Samir: You think?

Reece: It’s just a guess. I mean it probably depends on if it’s a werewolf gene or a werewolf infection

Samir: I wish I was as smart as you sometimes

Reece: You have other strengths… like brute strength and amazing woohoo skills

Samir: *chuckles* I’m so glad you’re here, I’d probably be pacing aimlessly otherwise

Reece: Hey lover, how about we get out of the house? Our laundry needs doing anyway, and I’m sure it would do you good to work out at the rec centre, you always seem calmer after a workout. If things seem to change we can always come back home

Samir: I suppose so. I just hope there's not many people there

Reece collects their laundry while Samir does some sit ups to try get rid of all this restless energy.

Reece and Samir head off to the recreation centre. Samir is doing some heavy lifting while Reece chucks on the laundry when he notices Deanna.

Reece: De! What are you doing in Moonwood Mill

Deanna: If I had to wait for you to come visit me I’d probably be waiting forever

Reece: I’m sorry, I meant to call you. It’s just been *sighs* some kind of week

Deanna: Wait so the sheriff actually came to your house

Reece: He thought we were squatters. Samir has said the bank had trouble with it over the years

Deanna: He wanted to kick you out then

Reece: Make no mistake, the guy still wants to kick us out

Deanna: But- why

Reece contemplates telling Deanna everything, but he hasn’t discussed that with Samir. He doesn’t want to betray Samir’s trust by blabbing.

Reece: Sheriff doesn’t like us being nature lovers I guess. Neither does his wife

Deanna: For a sheriff of a town in the woods that’s a stupid excuse

Reece: And get this, his name is... Captain

Deanna: Shut up!

Reece: Seriously. But I probably shouldn't say much more here

Deanna: Because everyone likes to eavesdrop at a rec centre

Reece: People do! I know I do. Plus his office is right above us. Hey, that wasn’t fair

Deanna: Because I won? To bad sucker

Reece: Yes I am. Best of three then?

Deanna: I don’t think it’ll help you but sure

Reece: Just let me get my washing in a dryer

Deanna: Watcher, you’re so bloody domestic now

Samir: Deanna *nods* Blondie... might read...

Reece: Yeah sure boss

Deanna: *concerned* Is he okay? I know he doesn't really speak but it looked like he was… frothing

Reece: He’s just come down with… something

Deanna: Come on man, if you’re sick you stay home, everyone knows that. You should be tying him to the bed so he rests

Reece has to stifle his laughter over Deanna's assumption of who would be tying up who in bed.

Reece: Pretty sure it’s not an airborne thing, he won’t get anyone sick

After having some reading time Samir returns to the gym area. There he picks a fight with a boxing bag, imagining it’s whoever killed his family. Sure he doesn't know exactly who did it but it was somebody. Somebody who was still stalking the underground tunnels. They clearly know who he is, since they said he shouldn’t have come back. Whatever it takes, he’s going to find out who they are. Then, they’re going to give him answers.

Reece finishes up the game, says bye to Deanna, and goes to check the laundry. Excellent timing, he gets there just as the cycle finishes. He gets the clean clothes in his inventory then looks around for Samir.

Reece: You doing okay

Samir: I clearly haven’t turned yet but... I think we should get home

Reece: Are you feeling sick again

Samir: No. I can’t describe it. It’s like I’m feeling… the tension will go away? I really don’t know what will happen then, and would like to not be around people

Samir: You need to get inside, lock the door, and stay there

Reece: I think you’re overreacting

Samir: I think you’re under-reacting. We don’t know what I’ll be like when I … change. I couldn’t bear it if I hurt you

Reece: You won’t. Whatever werewolf killed your parents, and hurt you, there was a person in there making that choice. You’re the strongest person I know. I choose to believe you will be strong enough to control yourself

Samir: You’re sweet, but I don’t want to take any chances. Get inside

Reece: Wait-

Reece threw his arms around Samir, pulling him in for a deep kiss. He didn’t know what would happen to his boyfriend tonight, but he needed him to know he was on his side, no matter what happened. As Samir peeled away and ran in to the distance Reece couldn’t help but remember the last time Samir ran away from him in the rain. Back then his biggest worry had been that Samir was straight. Now so many more worries were trying to enter his brain.

On top of the peak Samir felt the tension that had coiled in his muscles ease off. Rather than feeling himself shift he felt… hungry. Really hungry. He knew he was a glutton but this was something else. Heading back down the peak confused, he felt like there was food nearby. Sure enough a faint aroma of hamburgers reached him, making his stomach growl ever louder. He was trying to avoid people but… oh watcher did he need food.

Samir: FOOD

Wolfgang: Help yourself kid

Samir: Thanks. Starving

Kristopher: You and your boyfriend have just moved here right

Samir: *nods and chews* I'm back. My parents… my parents were Othman and Nadia Hadji

Kristopher and Wolfgang exchange glances, but this is completely missed by Samir as his hunger continues to rise. How can he eat but get more hungry?

Wolfgang: I’m finished, better get going eh *nudges Kristopher*

Kristopher: Hmm *nods and murmurs in agreement*

Wolfgang: Look after yourself kid

Reece has been busy vacuuming and putting the clean clothes away. Deanna joked about him being domestic, but it did feel good to be able to look after Samir. He realises he was so busy worrying about Samir this morning that he didn’t harvest the garden. Strangely most plants seem to have reverted, so there’s not much to pick, but he can get their flowers.

Reece tries to nap on the couch but he only manages a few minutes of fitful sleep. His worries soon start swarming in. Will Samir be okay alone? It’s raining, what if he catches a cold? What if he runs in to the one who killed his parents? He would be completely unprepared. Unable to still himself, Reece gets up. He makes a salad because he doesn’t trust himself with the stove, and tries to get lost in guitar playing. It doesn’t clear his mind but he does reach level 2.

Samir has been wandering aimlessly, trying to ignore the hunger. He heads to the lake but by the time he gets there he’s too uncomfortable to fish. Luckily he has some leftover birthday cake on him, and demolishes it. The rain is getting heavier and Samir once again feels drawn to the top of the peak. There’s not much of a view in this weather but at least he’s away from others.

As he’s enjoying the feel of the rain a howl escapes him, taking him by surprise. Before he can wonder what happened his head is filled with pain and his eyes feel like they’re on fire. The pain moves down his body, forcing him to buckle over. He can feel things shifting under his skin… fur??? He tries to calm down but instead all he can feel is rage. Someone out there killed his parents, he has to return the favour. No, no. He’s not a killer. But someone is, and killing them back is justice. No it’s not justice. Oh, yes it is. The rage fills him entirely and he’s lost to the red haze.

Previous Part ... Next Part

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #WoodsHousehold #ReeceFoster #SamirHadji #DeannaYork #R0806

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wolfsbanemanor · 3 months

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Headcanuary 2024 Day 17: Fear

Many people fear vampires. Little do they know that vampires have their own fears. Caleb is terrified of Miss Hell, his maker. He is also afraid of himself now that he's a vampire; he doesn't want to be like her, or like his instructor, Vlad. He doesn't want to hurt people, or leave them bleeding out on filthy bathroom floors, alone, traumatized, losing consciousness, injured, clothes all damaged and disheveled, pants undone, cell phone playing a dissonant happy melody as frantic relatives try to call and get no answer. And he doesn't want to make them do anything they don't want to, be it woohoo, or "donating" blood, or being subjected to terrifying hallucinations. Lilith is terrified of being alone in the world, terrified of something happening to her brother. He's the only family she's got left, after all. Well, apart from a cousin in Moonwood Mill, but they're estranged because of the history between vampires and werewolves. You know, they tried to make it work, but Lily was in a state of fury, and inadvertently scared them off. Vlad convinced them that they don't need her anymore, there's "us" and "them." He gaslit them into believing that she doesn't care about them anymore now that she's a werewolf. (Nothing could be further from the truth.) She's also terrified of not being in control; she knows all too well how frightening that is. Her "vampire family" aspiration is a way to get back in the driver's seat after all that she's been through: the loss of her parents, the fallout from Miss Hell, losing her cousin to werebies.

#ts4 vampires #caleb vatore #lilith vatore #headcanons #headcanuary 2024 #we now return to our regularly unscheduled angsty headcanons #vladislaus straud #miss hell #lily zhu #sims lore #the sims 4 #vampire angst

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purplesimmer455 · 6 months

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Megan and Tess then headed to Moonwood Mills so Tess could check in with her pack. While Megan used the bathroom, Tess leaned against the trailer that held the supplies and such of the Wildfangs, and tried to copy the pose her pack's alpha, Rory Oaklow, would do. Megan came out just then and smiled as she saw Tess. She sidled up to her and said. "What are you doing, Tessie?" Tess grinned. "Trying to look all cool and mysterious, like how Rory looks. Is it working?" Megan smiled. "Kind of, you're just so cute and dorky that it overrides the mysteriousness." Tess let out a playful huff but smiled.

Tess then lifted some weights while Megan watched her. "Check out these muscles, Meggs." Tess said, grinning as she flexed her arm. "Wow, okay." Megan teased, and she smiled. "I love how strong you are." Megan said fliratiously. "Oh yeah?" Tess teased back. "Yup. I remember when we just started dating and you could pin me to the wall and hold me up as we kissed and woohooed.” Tess blushed and grinned mischievously. “I can still do that, although on days when Emily’s over at one of our parents’ house or having a sleepover with Piper or Hamuera in their room.” Megan nodded. “I love Emmy so much, but I miss being able to woohoo all over the place and whenever we want. When it was the two of us in my apartment and we were so woohoo-crazy.” Tess nodded too. “You know.” She said, smiling. “I was thinking we could go to Mt. Komorebi, just the two of us. We could rent a place and have a romantic getaway for a couple days, and woohoo as much as we want.” Megan grinned. “You had me at woohoo, Theresa.” Tess rolled her eyes but smiled.

#ts4 #mysims #Tess Feldman-Liao #Megan Liao

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thebentleyao3 · 1 year

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no I REFUSE to give you asks for ur aus.... Anyways

how did the squad (alisusan+lawrusso+fifth wheel) form? :D

if this is daniel i REFUSE to answer this ask about my aus...but anyways - so when the cobras, ali, susan and barbara are 16, they all pitch in and buy this old, rundown cabin by a lake for real cheap. the plan was to fix it up and have summer trips as a group once they all graduated - after ali and johnny split up and their friend group with it, they all kind of forgot about it. it wasn't like they spent that much on the piece of junk, no big deal - fast forward a couple years though: it's summer after highschool, and after YEARS of pining, susan has tentatively entered a relationship with her best friend ali mills!! woohoo!! only ali still isn't sure of her identity, and neither of them have gotten the courage to put ANY kind of label on whatever they have. ali's going off to UCLA soon, and susan's getting anxious about them not figuring things out before then. - she then gets a great idea. what if the two of them spend a romantic weekend together at the lake, and while theyre there susan can actually start the "what are we" talk and maybe, if all goes well, bring up the idea of them being roommates in college, so they don't have to do the long distance thing. suze could apply for spring semester at UCLA, even. all ali would have to do was say yes. the weeekend was gonna be perfect. - except for the fact that johnny lawrence and daniel larusso seemed to have a similar idea. - after making out at prom, johnny and daniel spent a couple weeks dancing around eachother before finally (finally!) admitting to having real feelings for eachother. they'd been dating for a couple months, and johnny's kind of been stressing over how to tell the rest of the cobras that they aren't just really close friends now - and thats when he gets a GREAT IDEA. bobby's his best friend, and he's always kind of been the mom of the group. if he tells him about daniel first, surely it'll make telling tommy, jimmy and dutch way easier afterwards. so he plans for him, daniel and bobby to take a trip up to the old cabin for a couple days. that way, he and daniel can break the news to him then, AND it'll get him more used to the idea of seeing them together. foolproof. - what are the odds of both alisusan and lawrusso ending up at the same unused cabin on the same weekend? turns out, high enough. love that for them!

#poor poor bobby honestly #stuck with these 4 emotionally repressed idiots for several days #because of course neither johnny nor susan are willing to back down and leave the cabin early #its about the pride...#lawrusso #alisusan #tkk #bobby brown #asks

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OOO Flashback!

210330 OnlyOneOf Live | Happy Mill Day!

Since Mill is in America, it is technically still his birthday right now, woohoo!!

#OnlyOneOf #Mill #live #birthday #Youtube #ooo flashback #flashback friday #the chaos that is timezones #to my advantage

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WOOHOO! Cernunnos II survived the bisque firing and not only that, his legs are beautifully straight 😂 thank the kiln gods 🙏🏻 It’s a good day ✌🏻 #art #artist #artwork #fineart #ceramic #ceramics #ceramicsculpture #sculpture #clay #ceramicart #handmade #artstudio #sunterstudio #contemporaryceramics #cernunnos #deer #stag #hornedgod #clayart #clayartist #myth #legends (at Banks Mill Studios) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjkj8ixMYpE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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BTS Fic Writing: 10, 19, 20

Woohoo! Questions! I love 'em.

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

This is a difficult question, because the answer changes with my mood. Sometimes my muse is very dialogue heavy. I have written entire scenes in dialogue just to keep the flow and then will go back to add the actions and plot and descriptors.

So, in that sense, Dialogue tends to flow easier for me.

But this is not always true. Sometimes the plot just flows and I realise I haven't written any dialogue for a while and the scene is mostly just inner thoughts and descriptions.

I have also written a lot of exposition, but I do not enjoy it. I find it clunky and awkward. To me, true exposition is very hard to write. I like to try and let the information flow out naturally, rather than have a block of text all "so this is where we are and how we got here and what is coming up". It's necessary sometimes, especially if there's a time gap.

But if you write things properly, a lot of your exposition can be broken up into smaller info grabs released in dialogue or inner thoughts.

19. What is the easiest/hardest character to write about? Why?

Well, it's no secret the easiest characters I find to write are my ladies. The ones I adore and relate to the most, my damaged ladies, my loves. Olivia Benson, Veronica Mars, Emma Swan, Jane Rizzoli. To a lesser extent, Regina Mills and Kaylee Frye.

I think it's easier to me to explore my inner demons. Fic is free therapy after all.

You can see it a LOT in my VM fic. I needed to work through some shit at the time and Veronica helped me do that. Exploring the depths of her trauma, her isolation, her estrangement, her rape, her mistrust of all those around her while still having a deep longing for connection... it called to me. She helped me deal with a lot of trauma I held from my teenage years and early 20s.

Emma Swan came to me when I needed the damaged soul trying to forge a family she's always wanted, and finding nothing but duty and missed opportunity and expectation in her wake, battling self worth when she has experience from her entire life that tell her she's not enough and never will be. When I was battling with my desire to be free, but the necessity of being a single mother and sacrificing a lot of myself to do it through reasons that were not my fault, with feeling that sense of never having achieved what I was supposed to, of never living up to expectation.

I am still discovering Olivia and what she means to my psyche. She's a baby in my therapy garden and I will look back one day and say "Oh! That's why she was there, that's why I needed to force her into those horrific situations, so I could make sense of this particular issue in my life." I am not there yet.

In terms of the hardest characters to write?

I guess the ones in which I can't really grab hold of their motivations. I try to at least keep them sounding right and true to character, but I just don't feel them the way I do others. And, yeah, I wrote a lot of Logan... but he came attached to Veronica and was a large part of her emotional journey. The same for Ellito Stabler, I write him because he is important to Olivia, not because I particularly care about him all that much. I would say I was more emotionally attached to and understood Logan a lot more than Elliot.

But I am not attached to them the way I am the ladies.

The side characters, I guess. Right now, with SVU, I am struggling with Nick and Munch and Amanda. They don't... flow as easily for me. I don't really vibe with them.

I absolutely bit the bullet and just said "Cassidy went off and died off screen from the guilts", because i just could not stand writing him at all. The others I will attempt, but him ? No.

20. What is your favourite minor character you've written?

Lately, hands down, it's going to have to be Mistress Anna. She was fun. And you can tell, it comes out in the writng of it. So many people have said "you should bring her back", "you should write a side fic of just her (and Olivia)", and that is because the writing made her real, made her enjoyable. She was fun all around. I liked her so.

She bought something fresh and interesting and needed to Wicked Game.

I have my others, as well. There is Sweet Voiced Nancy, who loved little bitty baby Emma, and Mistress Edith, who loved little bitty baby Regina, from PIB. They were also cute little one off scenes that fleshed out the characters more.

There is the psych from Bitter Revenge, I really liked writing him... much for the same reasons I am writing Lindstrom in D5. Because they are the windows to the trauma and inner workings of the characters' brains.

Thank you, @dahllaz, as always.

#dahllaz #look ma i got an ask #jacqui writes fic #some thoughtful answers this time #interesting nes paz?

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Celene: Looks like the bartender got here just in time

Kaydee: At least you can get your own drink now

Kaydee: You’re clearly not from the city, where are you from?

Celene: Haha, Moonwood Mill and I’m sure I’ve seen you around there, I never forget a face.

Kaydee: I’ve been around there on a boat, I’m a fisher. I’m surprised you’ve seen me

Celene: I’ve just got a good memory, be careful when you’re there next time

Kaydee: You’ve ever woohooed with a werewolf then?

Celene: Uh clearly not

Kaydee: Oh uh… (damn I plummed it!)

Celene: You’re going through something

Kaydee: Is it that obvious?

Celene: You seem kind of desperate for romance no offence.

Kaydee: Yeah… I’ve had a tough week. Someone I liked just left town, someone I thought was my friend decided to dump me and I caught fire the other day and now I’m just constantly freaked out by fire! And I’ve got a single and loving it lifestyle in progress but I shouldn’t have that. I’m supposed to get married one day and have kids but I don’t know if I want kids?

Celene: Do you want to get married or do you think you have to?

Kaydee: I need to or I’m just going to be judged for the rest of my life.

Celene: Not everyone gets married to start a family and not everyone has kids. Why do you think you needs these things?

Kaydee: Because… I want my own family and not the family I have right now

Celene: Every family looks different and it’s not all blood related. You’ll find people who really care about you, just be patient and they’ll appear out of nowhere.

Kaydee: I think you’re a lot better than that romance guru, thanks I guess

Celene: No prob, bartenders are good at cheering people up even when they’re on break. See ya.

#the sims #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #gaming #krystle legacy #Kaydee Krystle #gen 1

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Soulmate Searching

Here we are again with our soul(mate) searching founder Rosa. Rosa has an eventful few weeks ahead of her. To start these exciting times off Rosa threw a party for all the friends she's made since moving to the city.

After her semi (silver) successful party it was time to head back to work. This time around her superiors have her patrolling the Diamond Quarter.

With more people milling about she was bound to run into some actual police work.

Rosa was even given the opportunity to close out a case (Yes we actually got to close a case out. Guess the quitting and rejoining worked.)

At her house party, our girl had rolled a 'woohoo' want but not with one of the gents we've already met. When Rosa went out bowling with Don Lothario she had met this rather dashing cowboy, Glenn. Rosa had a rather long work week and when her days off came around she really just wanted to relax at home. But a founder won't be founding anything if she never finds her soulmate. So, she invited the hunky cowboy over for a quiet homemade meal and maybe just maybe she could fulfill that 'woohoo' want.

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Clearly things went well Our girl seems to be adding contenders for the soulmate position rather than narrowing it down. As for myself, I'm rather fond of Akira and keep hoping our Rosa will pop up a want of a more long-term meaning than just 'woohoo'. To my great excitement, her following day off Akira asked Rosa out to the park for a quiet evening. Once again we got a 'woohoo' want but nothing more.

Keep at it Akira maybe our girl will come around. (One can hope anyway.) Since Rosa hasn't officially made up her mind in her soulmate search we might as well get her looking for love club together.

After breakfast, they decided to make a day of it and headed to the gym. She got to get to know some of the guys better and even met some new ones. You'd think she'd want to break the list down not expand it but what can I do it's' her decision.

Soulmate searching is the title and Rosa didn't waste any opportunity presented to her. Her co-worker, Dash (whom you'll remember from the bowling alley romp) called Rosa up for a trip to the park.

When things were wrapping up there Marcus Flex (that's right we have a new man in the mix) invited Rosa out for a date at the local shopping mall.

The two spent the time getting to know one another and I'm sure you know what our Rosa wanted.

She's not shy, is she? Marcus was most impressed and the following night after Rosa's promotion invited her out to celebrate with a night of dancing.

Before we knew it the Romance Festival rolled around. Rosa wasn't too sure if she wanted to attend until you know who called up and asked her to join him.

I do hope Akira is the one, come on Rosa help me out here! Even though she's hard at work looking for that perfect mate she hasn't neglected her dream of becoming a detective. Rosa has officially been promoted to the detective bureau despite having to overcome the after effects of vampire visits.

When the flea market came to town, Marcus was the one to invite our girl out and as I said she wasted no opportunity presented to her.

After a fun day out Rosa ran into Glenn,

Glenn came back to her place for a quiet night in and when the oven broke down after cooking a meal for them both Glenn took it upon himself to fix it.

You may be right in rolling more wants with this man than any of the others. He could potentially be the perfect founding spouse. Rosa has given herself a lot to think about, maybe a day at the spa can help her clear her mind.

Or, perhaps continue to complicate things...

I definitely favor Akira myself but at this point, I'm deliciously confused...

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#fox #foxlegacy #gen01 #gen1 #legacy #rosa #sims4 #sims4legacy #thesims #thesims4

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