#Femme sandwich

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hope this encapsulates you and your femme perfectly <3 -mod peach

edit : fixed the format! apologies :)

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Propaganda

Ava Gardner (The Killers, The Barefoot Contessa)— She's so goddamn hot. Her and Frank Sinatra could've sandwiched me and I would've thanked them for the privilege

Jean Seberg (Breathless, Saint Joan)— Some of us watched À bout de souffle as a lil French undergrad and had the trajectory of our lives changed by Jean Seberg. She IS French new wave!! She is the moment!! She sadly had to work with a lot of shitty directors in her career but even so, she has this magnetic energy whenever she’s on screen. In her personal life, she was also very supportive of civil rights causes, and was even targeted/harassed by the FBI for financially supporting the Black Panther Party.

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Ava Gardner:

Ava Gardner is one of my favorite actresses of all time. Although a lot of her roles in movies are about her being beautiful and nothing else, there are some films where her acting truly shines.

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HER FACE. LOOK AT IT. Also was a life long supporter of civil rights and a member of the NAACP, had lots of fun love affairs with other stars, bullfighters, married several times but was also happy in between to just have lovers and was unapologetically herself.

I literally gasp every time I see her.

Between 1942 and 1964, Ava Gardner was credited in no less 50 films, and is still considered by some to be the most beautiful actresses that ever graced the silver screen. Despite life-long insecurities regarding her talent as an actress, she weathered public scandal, industry hostility, and outright condemnation by the Catholic Church with fearless grace. She would later in life talk candidly about the reality and pain of living through two (studio approved!!) abortions during her short marriage to Frank Sinatra, and while the two of them could not make their relationship work, they remained in each other’s lives for nearly 30 years. She would forever describe herself as a small-town girl who just got lucky, but always felt like a beautiful outsider.

Really genuinely one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen. An autodidact. Had amazing chemistry with Gregory Peck to the point where I do think about watching On The Beach again sometimes because they're so good together even though that movie did destroy me. Was a great femme fatale in many movies.

Jean Seberg:

anyone who plays Joan of Arc is kind of hot by default tbh

she's gorgeous, she's cool, she has the original blond pixie cut

She donated a lot of her money to civil rights organizations such as the NAACP and the black panther party as well as Native American school groups, as a result of this the fbi ran a smear campaign against her and a surveillance campaign which is thought to have led to her suicide tragically.

idk if this is propaganda but the COINTELPRO and the FBI are widely blamed for her death. If the FBI was after her for supporting the Black Panther Party you know she was good

[stereotypicalsanriofemme]

God, it wasn’t fair. Your two UNBELIEVABLY hot coworkers (who were roommates?!) invited you over for a few drinks, and you, the reputable horrible-liquor-holder, agreed. Three drinks later, you were sandwiched in between the two like it was a second nature, hands running all over your body and sending liquid heat scorching through your veins. Here you were, with your ass pressed up against the femme’s mini pencil skirt and your front grinding against the very-obvious-now hard packing bulge in the butch’s pants.

“Oh my god, doesn’t she look cute fucked out like this?” the femme murmured, pressing another lipstick-coated kiss to your throat that wracked a whimper out of you.

The butch grunted a little bit with a smirk, pressing her dick firmer against your dripping cunt. “Someone’s needy,” she teased, making you desperately duck away to hide your blush. It was such a perverted sight— you, completely naked, stuck between two fully-clothed women, hellbent on ruining you.

You don’t know how you got to this point now, with the butch’s cock half-lodged in your throat while your clit is gently stroked and teased, but with the way you were dripping you doubted you’d complain.

“C’mon, baby girl, you can take more in your throat,” the butch murmured, hands tangled in your hair. You couldn’t tell if the soft squelchs you heard were from your mouth as your head was guided up and down her cock or your cunt as a finger traces around your hole.

You moan quietly, trying to get more in but choking a bit at the tip. A harsh hand slaps down on your ass and makes you yelp, which gives her that perfect opportunity to fuck her cock just a bit deeper in you.

“Oh, good girl!” The femme cooed, giving you a little slap on the ass as encouragement. “You can be a good little cockslut for her, honeybun, it doesn’t take that much work.”

The butch scoffed in amusement at her words, cocking her head to the side in a challenge. “Oh yeah? Last time I checked, someone took more than a few months to throat me properly.”

This time it was the femme’s turn to blush, looking away and stammering. “Well— whatever! Besides, can’t I have my turn to feel good now? Ugh.”

“What,” the butch drawled, “someone’s pussy is all ignored from the attention not being on her for once? We can switch, honey.”

Being ignored and used as these two gorgeous women’s plaything had you throbbing and squirming, dripping wet and desperate for attention. With a gasp and some tears rolling down your face, the butch slid her cock out of her throat and tapped your mouth lightly with the tip. “Good girl. You wanna be good, right? Be good for sir and princess?”

You moaned, loud, desperate and fucking horny. “Please, please please please sir, princess— please let me make you feel good, please—“

“Aww, she’s all cute when she’s throatfucked stupid!” The femme chirped, switching spots with the butch. Her manicured nails undid each of her buttons, one by one, revealing the curves of her firm breasts. Sliding up her skirt, you were gifted with the view of up her skirt, no panties. “Now, cutie, are you gonna be good and let me sit on your face?”

Your mouth opened to respond but all thoughts were cut short at the feeling of the butch’s cock prodding open your entrance. Taking it as a green light, she pressed her dripping pussy against your mouth, making you moan at the taste. Your tongue licked frantically over her cunt, savoring every moment you had tongue-fucking her as your own hole burned deliciously with the pleasure of being stretched open.

Every strong stroke inside of you made your legs tremble as you moaned while eating her out, eyes damp from feeling so fucking good, you felt so goddamn good—

Your eyes look around her for a second. The two girls were kissing vigorously, tongue-fucking each other while using your body as a vessel for pleasure.

Oh god, you were going to come so hard.

[men LEAVE ME ALONE. I’m a dyke. commissions open on my kofi :3]

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Femme Fatale Playbook: How To Deal With Insecure Friends/People

Make differentiation a top priority: Even after doing the necessary inner work to have a healthy sense of self, this reminder is sometimes needed. Do not internalize other people's problems like they're your own. They never become your problems just by listening to others' complaints. You can choose whether to allow these external emotions to dictate your mood or inner world. Think of their constant complaints like you're watching a TV show or reading an engrossing book: You're emotionally drawn to the characters, but always a voyeur – not an active character in the plot.

Establish, communicate, and uphold your boundaries: Be direct and remain calm when communicating the topics you're willing (or not willing) to discuss when you're available (or not) to speak/meet up, when you need to end a conversation, etc. You cannot maintain the capacity to support others without first prioritizing/taking care of yourself.

Remind them of their strengths and capabilities: Using this tactic is a great way to be a supportive friend without internalizing an insecure person's baggage. Insecurity is a byproduct of low self-esteem. While it will take some effort on their part, highlighting the person's strengths can be a motivator for them to start working on some of their goals independently or check in a little less frequently. Encourage them to take immediate action on a project, new hobby, conversation, new career or course opportunity, etc. they're discussing with you. Frame it with a script that includes sentiments like "you're so good at/talented with "x" skill or subject matter, you should consider enrolling/emailing a contact/updating your resume, right away to take advantage of this exciting opportunity."

Provide them a chance to self-reflect: If the previous strategy is unsuccessful, feel free to kindly help them self-reflect on their struggles. Calling out someone's bad behavior directly must be done with tact and compassion, so make sure to use a "compliment sandwich" (positive remark, constructive criticism, positive remark, or likely positive outcome that results from taking action on said criticism) and only call out the missteps in someone's actions. Never personalize the person's bad behavior as a flawed personality trait (e.g. Behavior callout: Your constant messaging is draining my energy while I'm studying/at work. I don't think I'm the right person to help you. Maybe try to research "x" matter to ideate some creative solutions first. vs. Personality callout: You're so clingy. It's so draining and unbearable. Why can't you learn to manage your dilemmas by yourself?). Encouraging someone to analyze their behavior can lead to a new level of self-awareness for a person. Criticizing someone's character is both antagonistic and unproductive – you're making their insecurity seem like an inherent, unfixable trait rather than an opportunity for growth, evolution, and acquiring a new skillset.

Offer them a resource for support: Send them a quick link to a website or social media page to redirect their attention and provide them a chance to help themselves. Guide them towards becoming more competent – it's the key to self-confidence, as you probably know through your healing journey.

Don't reach out: Plain and simple. Out of sight, out of mind (unless for some reason you have reason to believe they're a danger to themselves, of course).

As a last resort, make it a "it's me, not you" situation and part ways: Once you've established boundaries and attempted to redirect their attention or promote self-reflection, you've done everything you can as a supportive friend. If they overstep your stated boundaries and expectations more than once or refuse to stop asking you to overextend yourself, let them know that their demands are past your personal limits, and you cannot take the weight of their frustrations. A nicer way to frame this is to communicate that you need to take some space from the relationship as you're heavily focusing on certain goals in your life at the moment.

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its important for everyone to understand that when im lottienat posting and making up headcanons and aus for them and whatnot this is what they look like. lottie looks like a beautiful femme lesbian witch who loves nature and has a bunch of plants and loves animals and believes in the magic of the universe and nats nickname is ratalie since they were like, 5 and ate a cheese sandwich two days in a row near van palmer. i understand if you dont agree thats your absolute decision but this is my truth. thankyou

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Hello hello! I’ve read your Mordecai posts and THEY’RE SO GOOD!!! I was really wondering if you could please write for Sedgewick! I’ve taken an interest in him since I’ve started reading the Lackadaisy comics more. Maybe the reader is like his secretary or an assistant? Sorry if that’s not much information you can go off of but I really like what you’ve come up with so you can do what you want with it! Anyway, take care and thank you!!!

🏔🪨 been thinking abt Wick ..... had some ideas with this one..... lots of masc+femme options plus overall GN ones. Note this is romantic HCs!

So, how you work alongside Wick depends on your gender due to the times. For a lady, you're an additional secretary who specializes in finance or social engagements. For a lad, you're a consultant in his company for anything from finance to local geology. He took a liking to you right away, both for your personality and looks (though the latter he keeps to himself). If you'd rather not be a subordinate, you can still be a third party consultant or planner of some kind.

You start to realize how much he overworks himself, and perhaps you're just as bad! Before long you're keeping long hours with him in the office, or having to stop by his manor to catch up with some big project. On one hand, he hates keeping you so much, on the other, well. It is nice to have you around so often, and you really help him out when he's frazzled.

It flusters him more and more when you lean over his desk to point something out, or bend over across the room to pick something up. He feels pretty awful about that last one; once Lacy caught him and snapped her fingers loudly in front of him to get his attention.

Because you two work so much together, you get plenty of opportunities to talk - especially when he wants to avoid certain paperwork. He loves listening to you rant about this client, just as he loves going off on his own tangent about that investor. You both start to give nicknames to the difficult ones. Then he listens to you talk about your plans when you're off work, what your family is like, your interests. He could just listen to you talk all day ... many times Lacy has come in to drop off paperwork and you two are still talking, and her boss looks totally starry-eyed.

(I mean he often looks at you like you hang the moon, sooo...)

Wick really wants to invite you out, like. Badly. He hates being cooped up with work, he prefers socializing face to face out in the world. But ... is that appropriate? If you're femme and work for him, this especially bothers him. He ought to make it clear it's strictly platonic, but, uh. It isn't. If you're masc, it's easier to invite you to a simple outing, but ... there's the whole definiately-not-platonic feelings --

(Yeah, a cute guy brings up a loooot of feelings Wick's repressed since boarding school. Oops.)

He settles for lunches because those seem the most innocuous. You start to wonder what his thing about afternoon sandwiches and coffee is all about, considering he keeps forgetting to eat while working (and don't worry, you always bring something back for Lacy!)

When he dozes off at his desk, you like to put a coat or blanket over him ... or just gently nudge him awake and tell him to go home. Wick really prefers to drop you off if it's late, not wanting you to walk or take public transportation at such a late hour also he can show off his car a bit.

When he passes out on the desk, you'll put a blanket or his coat over him. A few times he's been half awake, and it both startles and embarrasses him. If he could, he'd blush to his ears. Wick would really prefer you didn't see that "sloppy" side of him, but come on. It's unavoidable, and he's probably done the same when you've fallen asleep in your own office chair (except he likes putting his own coat over you).

At least once or twice a month, you have to accompany him to work events and gatherings. It's important to schmooze and make connections and all that; if it's not your kind of scene, at least you get a reason to dress up and eat absurdly expensive food. You better believe Wick is looking r e s p e c t f u l l y, even if it's the dozenth event you've attended together. He likes picking you up at your place, as if this is a date and not a charity auction.

... Though, you're often mistaken for his date if you're femme. And if you're masc, sometimes he has to borrow cufflinks or gloves ... yes, he's a little more than giddy to wear your things.

Normally he's a social butterfly, but Wick finds himself frustrated when he's mid conversation with you and he has to stop to visit with some group of investors or fellow businessmen. You excuse yourself, but his eyes still follow you across the room.

While he often compliments you when it comes to him, sometimes Wick worries about it being too much. What if you take it the wrong way? How much is appropriate? While in this era a boss could get away with chasing after his subordinate all he wants, Wick shudders at the idea of you thinking of him that way. And if you're a man, he certainly worries you might think ... well, sometimes he's sure you reciprocate, but he can't just ask, so ...

It's all a jumble that falters the normally relaxed man's confidence. He tells himself he'd be content if you just wanted to be friends. He certainly wants to be friends, at least - he wants you to like him, not merely tolerate him because you're a subordinate or colleague.

On that note, you get lovely presents and generous bonuses at the appropriate times of the year. The birthday and Christmas presents are especially thoughtful and expensive - but of course, Wick doesn't think of the cost. He's totally comfortable presenting Lacy with her gift, but suddenly gets nervous about your's. Yes, he's that obvious ... You'll get flowers or expensive whiskey after closing deals, or maybe just because. Trying to convince him gifts are unnecessary is a losing battle, because as far as Wick's concerned, it's one of the safer ways to show his affection. Though, if it's the cost you're worried about, he'll bug Lacy about what's a good ""normal"" gift (because no, Wick, a $30 floral arrangement 'just because' is not normal! Nor is a $50 lunch!)

If you're femme, Lacy is losing her patience and just tells him to ask you out already. She'll bring it up with you, too - hell, she'll lock you both in a room together because all this doe-eyed mooning and pining is driving her logical brain nuts.

If you're masc, it's a little more tricky. Lacy starts to pick up on the odd vibe between you two, and how Wick seems almost ... mopey when you're away or getting friendly with some other man. She has suspicions, but she can't ask directly. So she makes sure to rearrange appointments so you two have more time together, to make sure you're seated together during dinners and events, and calls you for help, only to suddenly remember something and leave you two alone.

Generally Wick is frequently worrying about his feelings being reciprocated, though with a lady he'd be more open about it and trying to gauge if you're comfortable. Again, he'd really want to remain friends because he admires your expertise, interests and personality ☆

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revamped some of my old mlp ocs !! lil bios and whatnot under the cut (o´〰`o)♡*✲ﾟ*。

Valentine

agender! they/it

their friends call them Vee!

their talent is writing those really cheesy and dumb valentines day cards that come in packs of like 24 at michaels. at least, that’s what they tell anyone who asks

a cutie pie, knows it, and often uses their looks to get what they want

their dad is a changeling and their mom is a pony. their birth was unnatural and 70% magic

bit sketchy ngl. lil bit of a bitch. talks behind people’s backs

loves their gf Cheshire and though they tease her a lot, if anyone else says anything even kind of mean to or about her Vee will literally kill them

Cheshire

Vee’s anxious bat pony girlfriend

lives in the woods

cries when she walks into table corners

her talent is talking to rodents? she can’t talk to any other animal but rats and mice love her

kind of a dumbass but tries her best. just has no braincells

can and will dissolve into tears at any second

usually found with a multitude of scratches from various encounters with unfriendly creatures in the Everfree Forest

nonbinary! she/her

Rag Doll

everyone calls them Doll

their talent is making crochet stuffed animals

an absolute sweetheart and is, like, a suspiciously good person. they probably murdered someone in a past life

has a very gentle kind voice and lovely doe eyes

demi gal! they/she

nonbinary lesbian :)

the kind of person everyone falls at least a little bit in love with

adopted kid of Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer

Rainstorm

her friends call her Rain, her family calls her Rainstorm

mute, uses pegasus sign language to talk

gf of Sterling and basically the only pony Sterling actually gives a shit about

her talent is aerial dancing

has a twin brother called Typhoon who isn’t around much but Rain still loves him

quiet and thoughtful. very introspective and usually keeps to herself, though she’s not antisocial

is bi! used to go out with a guy from the dance studio she attends

Sterling

defensive and closed off, doesn’t like being vulnerable

gf of Rain and would literally die for her, since she’s pretty much the only person who genuinely seems to enjoy Sterling’s company

her talent is jewelry making

has had a multitude of admirers but has scared off literally every potential romantic partner (except for Rain, of course)

disaster lesbian

has been in love with Rain since they were foals

volunteers at Cheerilee’s school even though she claims she doesn’t like kids 

Hazelnut Spread

goes by Hazel or Hazelnut

honestly a bit stuck up but really does mean well

more loyal to her family than anything else

claims she doesn’t like Doll because they’re “too nice”. actually secretly has a huge dumb crush on them and hates the fact that they make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside

her talent is making those super fancy crepes that look amazing but are really impractical to eat

her mom is Pinkie Pie, her bio dad is Pokey Pierce

trans-femme!

Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness

has like a hundred nicknames cause their name is a fucking mouthful. mainly goes by Marzi but is also called Mads by their family

SO loud like jesus christ bitch please fucking chill

its talent is making rock candy that doubles as hallucinogens

has ADHD and physically cannot sit still

the “rebel child” but in name only. she loves her family and they approve of everything she does (except Hazel but, you know)

pangender! they/she/he/it/xe/fae/whatever else, marzi’s not picky

xer mom is Pinkie Pie, xer bio dad is Cheese Sandwich

does a lot of ecstasy and shrooms

Chestnut

her talent is making really wonderful coffee. like it’s not fancy or anything, it’s just normal coffee, but it’s the best and most comforting you’ll ever taste

trans-femme!

very warmhearted and welcoming. has a knack for making others feel safe around her

everyone calls her by her full name, but Jagged Note calls her ‘Chex’ sometimes

constantly stressed out, deals with a lot of anxiety though she manages to hide it well. more or less. sorta

Jagged Note

Chestnut’s loving bf

known to everyone as Jay

his talent is making hyper pop scream-o music

trans-masc! he and chestnut are T4T :)

very chill and laidback, thus is the one to calm chestnut down when she gets overwhelmed 

claims to be punk and badass even though he cries at that one chef boyardee commercial 

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FEMME-READER | SICKENING FLUFF | “Daddy” used

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Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Dream

Jun had tried everything to put you to sleep. You’d had your bath, splashing and playing and wearing both of you out. Then the two of you had sat down for a movie, in his lap, comfy in your pajamas and ready to wind down for the evening but not quite ready for bed. By the time eleven came around, you’d shared a few yawns and he deemed it was time to lug you off to bed, giggling and chattering about how you weren’t sleepy in between another yawn or two as you tried to get down from his shoulder.

“Which one do you want tonight, cutie pie??”, he asked in bed as he curled his body around you, the two of you getting comfortable in your usual favorite position. The covers were pulled just below your ear, the only light in the room produced by your slow spinning night light, casting a galaxy of pink stars on the ceiling. It was turned on each evening, helping your Daddy protect you from the scary things your little mind liked to see in the dark.

“‘I lub you’ song??”, you asked, tilting your head up, even though neither of you could look at each other with your 80% contact proximity, legs tangled, your arms around your favorite plushy, sandwiched between his and your chest.

“Oh, you want ‘Dream’. Okay, okay.”, he smiled, looking at nothing in particular, maybe one of the dimly circling stars as he played the slow and soothing melody in his head. Taking a relaxed, deep breath, he sang in a feathery soft tone, rubbing your back as he sang you to sleep. “You are my dream,,, you are my love…”

It wasn’t every night he’d do this, but when you were feeling small, you always asked for him to sing you this song. Since the first time he’d practiced at home before recording in the studio, you’d been entranced, it’s sweet sound serenading you, making you let down your guard and melt on the spot. So easily, it would send you off to sleep. Often he didn’t make it to the end of the song before you snoozed away in his arms.

But tonight, he finished it and waited, unsure since your breaths weren’t as deep as they were when you’d fallen asleep. It was as if he could hear you blink, he could sense it without any movement; you were still awake.

“Do you want me to sing another one, baby?”, Jun leaned back enough to look at your face, moving your hair comfortably behind your neck before pulling you back against his chest.

“Uh huh. Tank ‘ou, Daddy.”, you mumbled, doing your very best to fall asleep. His head atop yours, he hugged you close enough to where you’d feel the soothing vibrations of his voice as he sang.

Two songs later and still, you were awake. So, he decided he’d let you fall asleep on your own for a while, and if that didn’t work, onto the next idea. Each of you got comfortable on your sides of the bed, your head in the center of your pillow, still facing one another.

“Close your eyes.”, Jun sighed, half tempted to reach out and close them himself. Singing had depleted his remaining energy reserves and he was eager to fall asleep with you, and with luck, meet you in his dreams. Though you did listen, each minute seemed to pass slower than the hour, and you couldn’t help but peek at him, finding him to be doing the very same thing.

“Sleep.”, he muttered, barely moving his lips as he quickly put away the smile that had began to tug at the corners of his lips. Another hour-like-minute passed, followed by another. Both of you searched for the deep breaths of one another, the sound often lulling you to sleep, but neither of you found them.

This time when you opened your eyes, he laughed deeply through his nose, sighing before he opened his own with a smile, ultimately giving up.

“Even with my eyes closed I can tell you’re not sleeping.”, he whispered sleepily, his hand crawling around underneath the covers until it found yours.

Your face squished against your pillow, you smiled back. No matter how hard you’d tried to sleep, it didn’t seem to be enough, leaving you too sleepy and too awake all at once. Sighing, he scooted closer until your noses were touching. Jun wasn’t always so touchy but when it was just you and him with no other distractions he’d get like that. Though his attention span was a little short, it didn’t mean the desire to be unimaginably close to you wasn’t there. But before he could snuggle you anymore, he was interrupted by his stomach growling up a storm.

“Are you hungry?”, he snorted with a grin, his fingers walking up your side. Once you gave him a nod, he rolled on top of you, effectively crushing you under his chest.

“Should we get up though? It must be after midnight by now.” He pondered dramatically, ignoring your giggles and squirming as you tried to push him off.

“You don’t need to eat! You’re heaby!!”, you squealed making him gasp dramatically and sit up.

“So you don’t wanna go down to the convi for a midnight snack? I could just leave you here.”, he thought on it again, trying not very hard to suppress his contagious laughter.

Seeing your pout he grinned widely, smooshing your face between his hands so he could steady you, gently but playfully biting the tip of your nose.

“You shouldn’t pout like that when I’m hungry. I might just take a bite.”, he threatened, hopping up and throwing on a discarded pair of pants before grabbing his hoodie that hung from a hook on the back of your bedroom door. Stepping back in front of you he bunched it up, throwing it over your head and making you sputter as you tried to blow the mess of hair from your face after your head went through.

“Hey, I got up didn’t I? Stop trying to eat your hair.”, he giggled.

“I’m not!!”, you defended but he was quick to pull the hood over your head, beginning the process of mess again as you spat and pouted through your mask of hair.

Throwing you over his shoulder, he pocketed his phone and walked out the door to your bedroom and down the hall.

“DADDY!!!”, you squealed and giggled, squirming and kicking your legs,”DOWN!! PUT ME DOWN!!”

“Ah! Shhh! We have neighbors.”, Jun’s low and unrestrained laughter filled your ears as he set you down, patting your bottom once then twice. Grabbing his keys from the counter, he went to the doorway to slip on his shoes.

Finally fixing your hair you waddled over and began to try to do the same. Standing there a moment after putting his keys in his pocket, placing a cap on his head and adjusting his hoodie, he realized you were struggling with the shoes you’d chosen. A small smile grew on his lips as he crouched down to put them on for you.

“Daddy has to do everything for you, huh?”, he sighed to himself, endeared and feeling useful in knowing that you needed him.

“I was doing it!”, you pouted, as if you were unhappy receiving the princess treatment you always strived for.

“I know, baby. Daddy likes doing it for you though.”, standing up, he kissed your nose and took your hand to start your short trip to the 24-hour convenience store.

As he swung your hand back and forth, tugging you to and fro along the street, he sang and hollered, teasing you in his usual way when it was just the two of you.

“Hey!!!”, you complained, reaching for his mouth to cover it with your hands, “neighbors!”, you reminded him of the same excuse he’d used on you.

Giggling, he nodded, pressing his finger to his lips before taking your hand once more. The rest of the walk consisted of him swinging your arm and only a mild disregard of who might be sleeping at one in the morning as well as chasing a random calico he’d spotted from the corner of his eye under a streetlight.

After your little kitty detour, him spending most of the time trying to convince you the cat looked just like him, you’d reached your destination and Jun pressed his finger to his lips again to signify both of you calming and being presentable as you entered the store. It was empty other than the two of you and the cashier who was restocking something by the register when they greeted you with a rehearsed welcome, only taking a moment to bow their head before returning to their task.

You had never been to a store while you were regressed, especially not one that was empty, the aisles full of treats and snacks. With so many choices and colors, your eyes all but glowed. Jun snickered watching you vibrate in place, your hand squirming around in his impatiently.

“Get a lot, baby.”, he chuckled deeply, releasing your hand before you dragged him with you once you’d taken off, feet shuffling across the white linoleum of the aisles.

Smiling at his kitten that bobbed about the shop, grabbing the first thing that drew your attention, Jun ventured off on his own, already having an idea of what he was searching for. Seeing that you were taking especially long, likely beginning to struggle with the weight of many items you were carrying, he gave you some more time, checking out with his milk tea, jelly snacks and a cup of spicy ramyeon.

By the time he had set up at one of the small tables available inside, shaking his deadly seasoning packet over a steaming cup of noodles, you’d waddled over, to his surprise, with arms empty. As he lifted his bowl, stirring it and testing the taste, your little hands worked at his pockets, first his hoodie then his pants. Raising his arms higher with a small laugh, he took his first bite of the reddened noodles, chewing, shaking his head and swallowing before you finally found the wallet you’d been looking for.

The poor cashier did not get paid enough for this. To start with you had swayed quietly, shyly as the cashier began to scan each item, but seeing Jun finish another mouthful, you were soon bouncing impatiently. Without waiting a second, you bowed, accepting your Daddy’s card and scooping everything up in your arms.

Laughing, almost choking not so silently, Jun covered his mouth as you returned with your bounty, carrying the small mountain in your arms. He knew there’s no way you were eating all of this tonight. Ice cream, fish shaped ice cream, peppero, choco pies, mochi and a few candies - he could tell were likely purchased due to their colorful, shiny and attractive packaging - filled up the remaining space on the table. He knew he’d made a smart choice not buying many snacks for himself. And he knew his baby. Two foodies in a pod.

“Wahh… you can’t eat all of this by yourself, can you?”, he sighed loudly, setting down his half finished ramyeon with a smile, “I’ll be back. Eat your mochi first.”

After opening up the packaging of the sweet and powdered rice cakes. He disappeared into the snacks once again. Within a few minutes he’d returned from the register again with a 6-piece gimbap, praying for his stomach since he would likely have to eat half of this as well. But he wouldn’t be a very good Daddy if he let you eat only junk food and sweets, would he?

Jun sat down in front of you just in time to stop you from peeking into his cup of very spicy ramyeon, your cheeks already full of the mochi he told you to get started on before he left.

“Ah! This one’s too spicy for you, sweetcheeks”, he giggled, working at the plastic wrapped gimbap.

“Don wan gimbamf”, you shook your head, mouth full, taking your milk in both hands to have a sip.

“Wah… I don’t know, baby girl. Eating all these sweets might make your little tummy hurt. Let Daddy feed you.”, he tapped against the boxed milk with his reddened disposable chopsticks, waiting for you to lower it.

“Ahh~”, he vocalized, prompting you to open your mouth for his chopsticks once he’d cleaned them off and chosen the first piece of gimbap for you.

With a huff, unable to resist your Daddy’s charms, you set down your milk and accepted the first piece of savory roll after confirming it didn’t have any icky vegetables you absolutely would not eat. Pleasantly surprised by the taste you hummed happily, wiggling in your seat until you swallowed and scanned the table for your next tasty victim.

“Yah, yah!”, Jun let out a breathy laugh, lowering his head for a moment to compose himself once he’d gotten your attention again.

“Another bite, first.”, he insisted you eat another gimbap before you could tear into your ice cream. He wasn’t going to let you off with just one.

When it was finally time to head home, the cashier not getting any more patient, a full hour had passed. It didn’t go unnoticed that you’d wandered off again, down one of the aisles while Jun used one of the plastic bags to pack away the leftover snacks and treats, leaving out two ice creams and throwing out the rest.

“Is Daddy buying you something else??”, he slowly strolled behind you, sliding his feet across the floor as he leaned over your shoulder to kiss your cheek.

“I dunno… maybe…”, you giggled, leaning away from his kisses and nuzzles. He knew your signs, though. You were getting sleepy but not quite ready to leave, not without the right push.

“Okay… Maybe I’ll just have to leave without you…”, his voice was distant by the time you finally noticed he’d disappear from behind you, his tall shadow no longer comforting you with its presence.

“No!”, you waddled to the end of the aisle, looking around and stumbling quicker into the next to find him.

When he wasn’t there either, you felt the familiar sting in your nose meaning you were going to cry. But before a single little tear could form, two big hands, your favorite hands, wrapped around your waist as Jun scooped you up from behind, kissing and biting at your cheeks and making their way to your sides for a surprise tickle attack.

“Okay!! Ok- Daddy, Okayyyy, let’s go!!”, you squealed, wriggling and kicking just to keep your feet on the ground.

The walk home was far slower than the first, maybe because you were tired or maybe you still weren’t ready for the night to be over. The ice cream in your hand melted and dripped at the rate you were eating, evening in the chill of the evening air. It didn’t help that Jun had pulled out his jellies, feeding you a lemon one — his favorite — as the two of you moved leisurely down the street lamp lit street.

By the time you’d made it home you were wobbling and swaying. But really, you had been long before you’d reached the door. Putting the remaining ice cream away, Jun judged that the rest would survive the night on the counter, but you wouldn’t survive another minute away from your bed.

“Sleepy baby…”, he sighed as if he wasn’t on the verge of passing out as well.

Lifting you off the floor, Jun adjusted your weight as comfortably as he could in his arms. Not because you wouldn’t go but because you could hardly keep your balance, falling asleep where you stood. The trip down the hall was a little more unsteady than he wished to admit before he managed to lay you down for bed.

“There you go, baby.”, he felt his muscles relax, finally releasing them as he rested your head against your pillow

“No, no!”, you stirred from your sleep, tears quickly at risk of falling as you grabbed onto him tightly when he put you down, not letting him part from you even a little.

“No, Daddy!”

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere. Daddy’s gonna change clothes and lay right next to you. Close your eyes.”, Jun rubbed his hand over the side of your face, smoothing your hair back.

Exhausted, he felt a twinge of guilt in dreading that he may have to rock you back to sleep again but finally you give up the fight, your head falling heavy as you snoozed against his hand. He left you in his hoodie, too tired to try to get it off of you, especially with how comfy you looked in it. Then finally, after changing out of his clothes, he slipped under the blankets, pulling you so softly into his arms so he didn’t wake you as his full weight sank into the mattress.

After a sugar crash food coma, the two of you would sleep well into the next afternoon with sweet dreams. The black out curtains made it impossible to see the sun almost at its highest point in the sky, not that either if you cared. Inevitably, that left the issue of somehow fixing your sleeping schedule but that was a problem for another day.

🧸Endnote: In light of today’s events, I figure we can use some fluff. I wasn’t going to post this until tomorrow out of respect for Moonbin and his loved ones but I think some comfort would do us all good right now. I hope it comforts you even if Jun isn’t your bias. Personally, it’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written even if it’s not written well. The concept has my heart. Junnie is, without a doubt, my number one. Feel free to send in asks or reach out to chat any time as well ~ 🐶🐰🍓

🧸Masterlist🧸

[dropboxofcuriosities]

Femme sandwich, publicité pour une boulangerie par Roshon, 1890.

[possibly-pasta]

it’s my sworn duty as a femme to provide my butch with a hearty Hasn’t Been Hungover In Months And Fucked Like A God Last Night brekky sandwich before work 😌🥰

💖@sapphicslut777 💖

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Ava Gardner (The Killers, The Barefoot Contessa)— She's so goddamn hot. Her and Frank Sinatra could've sandwiched me and I would've thanked them for the privilege

Dorothy Dandridge (Carmen Jones, Porgy and Bess, Island in the Sun)— The first Black actress to ever be nominated for best actress, Dorothy Dandridge was a groundbreaking actress who deserved better. She started her career as a singer, being put in a song-and-dance duo with her sister by their stage mother, and singing in soundies (I highly recommend cow cow boogie, it's adorable), proto-music videos. She started appearing as a featured singer in films. Her star was on the rise and she soon became a star solo performer. She continued acting, but had limited options because she refused to do stereotypical roles. She finally landed a starring role in Bright Road in 1953, but it was the movie Carmen Jones that truly cemented her as a star and sex symbol. Not to sound cheesy, but she literally sizzles on screen. You can't help but understand how poor Harry Belafonte gets caught in her trap, just look at her. This is the role that got her that Oscar nom. She didn't win cause I mean #OscarsSoWhite, but she was a sensation and continued starring in films, despite troubles in her life (including a shitty director bf who fucked with her career and a traumatizing pregnancy/delivery). Outside of her filmwork, she was also an activist, fighting against racism. She left behind an amazing legacy, and continues to inspire many actresses to this day (including also very hot first (and only) black woman to win best actress, Halle Berry).

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Ava Gardner:

Ava Gardner is one of my favorite actresses of all time. Although a lot of her roles in movies are about her being beautiful and nothing else, there are some films where her acting truly shines.

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HER FACE. LOOK AT IT. Also was a life long supporter of civil rights and a member of the NAACP, had lots of fun love affairs with other stars, bullfighters, married several times but was also happy in between to just have lovers and was unapologetically herself.

I literally gasp every time I see her.

Between 1942 and 1964, Ava Gardner was credited in no less 50 films, and is still considered by some to be the most beautiful actresses that ever graced the silver screen. Despite life-long insecurities regarding her talent as an actress, she weathered public scandal, industry hostility, and outright condemnation by the Catholic Church with fearless grace. She would later in life talk candidly about the reality and pain of living through two (studio approved!!) abortions during her short marriage to Frank Sinatra, and while the two of them could not make their relationship work, they remained in each other’s lives for nearly 30 years. She would forever describe herself as a small-town girl who just got lucky, but always felt like a beautiful outsider.

Really genuinely one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen. An autodidact. Had amazing chemistry with Gregory Peck to the point where I do think about watching On The Beach again sometimes because they're so good together even though that movie did destroy me. Was a great femme fatale in many movies.

Dorothy Dandridge propaganda:

Beautiful actress and hand-working and talented singer, she's especially notable for the number of firsts she accomplished such as the first African-American woman to receive a nomination for the Academy Award for Best Actress and the first African-American woman to appear on the cover of Life magazine.

Dorothy Dandridge was a classic Hollywood triple threat, singing, dancing, and acting with the best of them. She was the first African American nominated for an academy award for Best Actress for her role in Carmen Jones and she was just jaw-droppingly beautiful.

this og of black film needs no introduction (star on the hollywood walk of fame anyone?), voice of an angel, heavenly features, just an overall stunning lady :)

Look at her!!! She is so unbelievably charismatic in Carmen, it’s insane. Her chemistry with Harry Belafonte is off the charts, and every time she puts another outdoor [sic] on it’s like ‘oh god this is a whole new level of stunning’ 🥵. She was so so talented, when she’s on screen I genuinely dare you to tear your eyes away from her. Deserves to be known so much better but due to Hollywood racism and a tough personal life she didn’t make it as big as she should have done. She’s incredible.

First Black actress to be nominated for the Oscar for Best Actress! Was the first choice for the role of Cleopatra that went to Elizabeth Taylor (we were ROBBED).

[mayasaura]

At least Gideon went out how she would've wanted. Sandwiched between a femme fatale and a gothic heroine

[pompadourpink]

Spotted on Twitter

Ça fait zéro jours que je n'ai pas donné de gifle à quelqu'un sans raison

En français, on ne dit pas "Pourriez-vous vous mettre sur le côté s'il vous plaît", on dit "Honk honk" et je trouve ça beau

Est-ce que tu as des os? Je les veux, tous, ils n'ont même pas besoin d'être à toi

Je m'achète un truc mignon et tout à coup la vie vaut la peine d'être vécue de nouveau

On a la classe

Ok

Notre déjeuner national est un sandwich au jambon grillé

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Un sandwich au jambon grillé avec un oeuf, c'est sa femme

[bigbutchgothgirl]

I think my favourite thing about being the weirdass conflux of agender, genderfluid, and bigender I see myself as is, like, swapping my pronouns out whenever my look changes

like, I use any pronouns, I don't really care what I'm called by others so long as they're not being dicks but like, the more femme I get the more I use nothing but he/him to refer to myself. the more masc presenting I get the more I exclusively use she/her. and then there's the wibblywobbly inbetweeny times where I don't give a fuck lmao

I am comfy with my 3 flavours tho: femme-ass he/him femboy leathery lesbian, butch leatherdyke, and androgynous fuckboi in the middle of the gender sandwich.

which thinking about it, sounds like a great threesome.

(MDNI)

[vieuxmetiers]

Femmes-sandwichs, Paris, septembre 1907.