#Classy Dame

[cleolinda]

Re: Tallulah Bankhead: who was from Huntsville, AL, and as a queer woman living a bit further south of there, I cherish that: She did go around saying "I'm a lesbian. What do you do?" However, she had affairs/relationships with both women and men, which I mention only because "Bankhead never publicly used the term 'bisexual' to describe herself, preferring to use the term 'ambisextrous' instead," and I will not let humor like that be lost to history. Whatever she said about herself at any given time is valid and I'm not here to quibble about that; I'm here to point out that she said things like,

One afternoon in early 1934, Bankhead's friend David Herbert called at her suite at the Hotel Splendide in Piccadilly, only to be informed by her maid that "Miss Bankhead is in the bath with Mr Rex Whistler". Hearing Herbert's voice down the hall, Bankhead reportedly shouted, "I'm just trying to show Rex I'm definitely a blonde!"

[chocolatecakesandperioddrama]

Harriet Walter for Vogue UK, giving some very good advice ... and some maybe not so helpful

[belle--ofthebrawl]

I thought I would never complain about big ghouls until I received my official ghoul mask in the mail...either it's too big or my head is too small. This is very frustrating.

Right where you think the forehead ends it's more forehead. Then hair. Then horns.

[cherryplumblueberry]

a trip to Paris 🇫🇷🥖🥐

[pastelispunx]

My mom got me a crimmus gift - I knew they were coming but she'll put it under the "tree" (none existant) this year. Got to try them on to make sure they fit me tho 👀👀👀

[easyfreakyoff]

[wondersinwaynemanor]

some Wayne gala shenanigans

Damian: Some people have no shame.

Jon, a plate of brûlée on his hand: What do you mean?

Damian: Tt. Those so called classy, but actually pretentious women are embarrassing themselves for not understanding the memo.

Jon: What memo?

Damian turns his eyes away from the sight of some women, trying their best to get his brothers' attention and to the said memo.

As said memo are two redheads, and a half kryptonian and half human eating by the food area.

more women approach his brothers.

Damian, frowns: We need to save Richard, Todd and Drake.

Jon: They do look uncomfortable.

Damian, sighs: I have to enter the battlefield.

Jon, pats Damian's shoulder: You will be remembered by your bravery, Dames.

Damian breathes and walks towards the inner circle.

before Damian can even say anything else, the women have started cooing at him.

Damian internally cringes and he hopes this would be worth it.

thankfully, Damian don't have to suffer long as Wally, Roy and Conner join the commotion.

Roy: Sorry, Jaybaby. *he has that crooked smile, that Jason personally adores, as he wraps an arm around his waist* I was caught up at the food buffet. Want something to eat?

Jason, internally thanks the heavens for Roy and leans close to him: Starved. Excuses, everyone.

Todd is saved. Check.

Wally: Come on, honey. *holds Dick's hand and leads him away* I deserve a dance.

Dick, smiles like an idiot and holds Wally's hand: I better go, ladies. He gets a temper. Have a good night.

Richard is saved. Check.

Conner, touches Tim's shoulder then his cheek: Want something to drink? You seem tired, babe.

Tim, finally feeling awake for the first time since this happened and touches Conner's hand that's on his face: Yes, please, babe. Ladies, will you excuse me?

Drake is saved. Check.

the ladies are left speechless. some are jealous. some are frustrated they can't get the Wayne fortune. but, some are in awe.

Damian, lightly smirks: It's never gonna happen, ladies. Now, enjoy your night. Excuse me.

he finds Jon by the sweets section.

Damian, nudges Jon's arm: Thank you for that, Jon.

Jon, smiles: It's nothing. I needed to save you too.

they give each other a high five then proceed to challenge the other on who can eat the most chocolate covered strawberries.

[aloysiavirgata]

msr stuck in an elevator

The first time they fell into bed it was in the way of people in wartime.

Rain-soaked, jet-lagged. Exhausted. And suddenly, somehow, they were kissing on her couch like a couple of high school kids. He cupped her breasts with frank adoration, felt her up like a tenth grader at Homecoming.

Diana was dead and Scully didn’t want to be smug but ultimately she was alive and he was alive and the biosphere felt so tenuous but so hopeful.

***

“Fuck,” Scully spits, when the elevator jams. “Christ.”

It thrills him still, her profanity. Bad girls cutting class, smoking Virginia Slims behind the wood shop. Pegged jeans.

She grabs the red phone, informs the operator of their predicament. Asks that someone turn the goddamned alarm off.

“Yes ma’am. Agent Scully, I’m turning that alarm off now and it appears we can have the situation resolved in about twenty minutes.” She clicks off, and so does the alarm, thankfully.

Scully huffs, agitated. Scully’s hips in clinging tailored wool, Scully’s breasts straining at her tiny plastic buttons.

Even before her couch he’d allowed himself a few fantasies on occasion. Mulder licks his lips at her distress like a fairy-tale wolf. Hates himself a little.

“It’s fine,” he soothes. “Scully it’s fine.”

She casts him a sidelong glance. “How, specifically, is it fine? We’re trapped 6 floors up for the next twenty minutes.”

He grins at her in a way he’s been told is charming. “I bet I could keep you busy for twenty minutes.”

Scully rolls her eyes. “First of all, cameras.”

“Thanks for not making the easy joke, Scully. You’re a classy dame.”

Scully dips her head in acquiescence. She has the spare grace of a Cimabue angel.

Mulder considers. Teasing aside, he doesn’t want her to think she’s a naughty librarian to him now, a naughty cop. Reduced in his eyes, simplified to her body.

He’s known about Daniel for years, though Scully doesn’t know he does.

He sits on the floor, knees drawn up. “Take a seat, Scully. You know the drill - yes or no questions only.”

She hesitates for only a second, then joins him on the filthy carpet.This is a favorite car trip game.

“Okay,” Mulder begins. “A young woman has her picture taken with her great-grandfather. The two of them have never met and, even during and after the picture is taken, neither of them is aware of this connection.”

Her skirt is rucked up around her thighs but he hardly notices. He notices her bright eyes, her furrowed brow.

He hopes he has honored her.

[vintage-friday]

Dame Julie Andrews

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Stay classy.

@vintage-friday

[taylor-titmouse]

new fuck yourself friday, new cover art process post~ this one was really fun, the visual concept came pretty immediately after @petitemortality explained the idea of the story to me as rocky horror but christmas. it's a Bit after christmas now, but you should still go read it. you'll be able to See the movie version of this one in your head and hear all the characters speaking, it's really great.

now let's get to the process for the cover!

THUMBNAILS

i mean. thumbnail. because i did only one.

like i said the vision was very clear. candela, the hot older starlet, busting out of a christmas present like marilyn monroe from a cake. from here we workshopped the actual aesthetic--less distinctly christmas and more Winter Special, and more wine aunt than party girl. so i ended up here

which led to this note

a point which i still defend. that is a yoohoo boys. that is a good howdy do.

anyway.

these were the pencils before we moved on to final. the mistletoe was added near the end because we were like "but how do we make it obvious this is porn" and that was the best we could come up with that didn't involve giving her a plunging neck line (which we got rid of because she is a Classy Dame). the finish is as you see above!

i think my favorite part is the sparkles on her dress. that was fun to implement. i love to draw a sparkle.

anyway go read Don't Unwrap 'til Christmas!!

[silvyysthings]

Hi dear Silvy, look at this interesting article which states what we suspected... Can't believe Brian and his team thought it would be beneficial for his career :(

"How Timothee Chalamet Lost the Oscar: No One Would Tell Him to Leave Kylie Jenner at Home, And to Dress Up"

https://www.showbiz411.com/2025/03/03/how-timothee-chalamet-lost-the-oscar-no-one-would-tell-him-to-leave-kylie-jenner-at-home-and-to-dress-up

I'm saying this from months 💯💯 the sudden change in a perfect look that previously characterized him to now make him look more masculine and the cringe and embarrassing girlfriend to carry around, bad choices 🤷‍♀️

"I can tell you that no one in Timothee Chalamet’s inside circle was brave enough to tell him the truth about two things. The first was about his fashion choices, which were fun for a young guy but no good for Academy voters. Outlandish styles and colors, or looking like he’d rolled out of bed, didn’t endear him to anyone. He looked like an ice cream cone last night, which is fine for 29 but not in a room of adults.

But the big problem was Kylie Jenner, a Kardashian who dressed scantily in public when she was on his arm. The Kardashians are jokes, and Chalamet comes across as their latest punchline.

(Think of all the past K suitors and hsubands.) But she’s hot, he’s in love, and couldn’t stay away. If he’d been five years older, he might have said, ‘Kylie, I’m taking my mom to these things.’ But the more she was in the picture, the Academy soured on her.

Why did he win the Screen Actors Guild Award? The actors didn’t care. They rightly so respected his intense work on playing Bob Dylan — a five year investment — and wanted to reward him. But beyond the SAG contingent, it was Adrien Brody — elegant, with a classy looking dame on his arm — who came off as sincere, and serious.

 One of the great things about Chalamet is that he’s incredibly articulate. He’ll get an Oscar one day, but the next time the opportunity arises he’ll be older and wiser about his public identity."

[puppiesandnightlock]

okay but fucking love that Jon doesn’t take Damian’s shit especially when they get older

Damián could be spitting the most vile obscenities and Jon’s like “mhm wow real classy dame yep oh man that’s a new one” all the way to holding him by the collar with an amused look bc he knows he won’t hit him

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Do you think arranged reader would bring home any small pets?

Here is not that mostly because this happened in my head instead.

You were very married. Very, very married. A fact that Harvey had to repeatedly remind himself of.

He'd been invited to dinner to talk about his plans for Gotham. And your husband might be doing most of the talking but- it was clear you were asking the smart questions.

Actually hearing him.

Christ. Some guys had all the luck. And Bruce Wayne had no idea how lucky he was. A smart classy dame like you?

When you left them to after dinner drinks, going to do... whatever it was you wanted to do aside from listen to them- not that he blamed you- he had to remind himself that he shouldn't watch you go.

"She has a gallery of sorts up on the fourth floor," Bruce said unbothered, proffering Harvey's drink. Men noticed you- how much you noticed men noticing you depended on the day. Curiously, he'd never seen you act on it- not that you would with Harvey anyway. Particularly with Bruce right there.

"Gallery?"

"She paints," he explained. "She studied art. And art history."

Harvey nodded, unsure what to say and cleared his throat, "That's-"

"It's really something," Bruce said. "I don't understand a bit of it but," he broke off and shrugged, "it makes her happy."

"I'm sure-"

"Would you like a tour?"

"I wouldn't want to intrude-"

"She won't mind. She may not let me stage an exhibit for her but. She doesn't mind if I show them off to guests."

[gandalfsbignaturals]

im a girl except when im a woman. im a woman all the time except when i dont feel like it. im a cowboy but im not a boy unless im "one of the boys" and im not a man ever but i am a guy, especially when im an [adjective]-guy. i can be a dude if im wearing a leather jacket. im always a lady and frequently a chick and sometimes a broad, and if im feeling classy i could be a dame. you understand

[camellia-office]

Since this is a question I've been thinking of for a bit, what are each of the four fixers' weapons?

Oh! This one's fun!

Starting simple, Daie uses either a spare rifle from the Whitenight Bossfight for ranged combat, or her gloves for up close spats. The gloves themselves have retractable claws built into them, and were initially bought as a classy form of self defense, given that Daie was a singer long before she was a fixer.

Kinsley has just about every gun-shaped EGO weapon in his arsenal, but primarily uses Magic Bullet, because of course he does. Recently, though, an anon gave him this:

Make of that what you will. Also, his prosthetic arm has a corkscrew bottle opener and a lighter In the index and middle fingers.

Olivie's weapons are a pair of twin swords with a clock design on the hilts. They're a bit of a hold over from an older version of Olivie's characterization, from back when she was an abnormality. The twin swords; Minute Hand and Hour Hand, were originally the EGO weapons that could be extracted from her. Idk where she got them now, but they retain their theming regardless. Olivie's other weapon is, of course, herself. She is a distortion, and she uses her distorted form as a weapon, which is super fun to draw. These combat sprites in particular itch my brain good

And, lastly, the Violet Mercy herself. Camille's gone through a couple weapons, funnily enough. Her first weapon was a staff that used a selective cognition filter to make her hardblood attacks look like petals and plants. She'd also make hardblood guns ala Mami Tomoe.

Then Whitenight's Darkdays form ate the staff. But, luckily, or lady of light Carmen came in clutch and gave her an EGO weapon of her very own. Reposting @voice-of-the-light-c and I's interaction here because I know the Whitenight boss fight thread is LONG.

Camille's new weapon is a thorned whip sword, named after the book that gave Camille her surname; La Dame aux Camélia. It's also why her EGO gives her the ability to create doppels of herself made of white and red camellias.

The whip also conceals a faux blood vessel to use as a conduit for her hardblood attacks.

And that's how being gay defeated the antichrist. Also apparently the book I referenced in her EGO was the inspiration for Moulin Rouge? Maybe that's why Cami has such game.

[unreasonablebanshee]

Now that he's taken on running an entire hotel and all of the paperwork that goes with it, while still doing his radio shows and whatnot, and causing general mischief and mayhem every so often, not to mention just watching the shitshow that is Charlie's attempt to rehabilitate sinners, Alastor has found that he doesn't have enough time to do all of the things he needs and wants. So, he finds himself in want of a secretary.

Angel Dust sees a golden opportunity here. He's not just a pretty face (although, he is that, too), you know! He's great at clerical work. He can run use modern and traditional office equipment, including typewriters, he can take dictation, he's great at math (so what if it's usually kilos he works with? Math is math), he actually does have nice handwriting when he wants, he can answer phones and he knows how to tell jerks who want to waste the boss's time to take a hike or make an appointment. He can file, he can use a ledger or computer spreadsheets, and he can make a mean cup of java; he can do it all, baby! And if he can prove that he's useful and the answer to all of Alastor's secretarial prayers, maaaybe Al will get him out of his contract with Val. After all, how is he supposed to be an effective secretary to Alastor if he has to be gone for hours or days or weeks at a time doing whatever disgusting shit Val wants him to do?

And just to sweeten the deal, he shows up to offer his secretarial services in a skirt suit like he used to always see the classy dames who worked in offices wear back when he was alive. He's pulling out all the stops for this, baby! He's in it to win it! And anyway, they say dress for the job you want, right?

And Alastor...well...he intended to refuse but what came out of his mouth instead was, "You're hired."