#Lottie Stephens

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(From Lottie Stephens's Instagram)

Lottie Stephens in her debut as Victoria

Ella Kemp as Rumpleteazer

Erin Gisele as Cassandra

[white-cat-of-doom]

The excitement before and the tired joy after The Jellicle Ball, featuring the cast of UK/International Tour 2022.

Filmed by Milan Cacacie who plays Tantomile; Basel, Switzerland (15 January 2023).

With Lizzie Nance as Bombalurina, Maiya Hikasa as Victoria, Philip Bertioli as Skimbleshanks, Freddie Clements covering Carbucketty, Aaron Hunt as Bill Bailey, Sarah-Marie Maxwell as Jennyanydots, Harry Robinson as Mungojerrie, Lottie Stephens as Jemima, Milan Cacacie as Tantomile, Liam Mower as Mistoffelees, Aaron Elijah as Admetus with Joel Cooper out of costume, and Aimee Hodnett as Jellylorum.

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Victoria debut for Lottie Stephens!

Just in time - the 2022 international tour cast has only got one week left!

19 February 2023 (X).

[thatoneurchin]

“The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years—if it ever did end…”

- “It,” Stephen King

[homopessimist]

the wolf holds the heart between her teeth

an american werewolf in london (1981) dir. john landis / florence + the machine - howl / yellowjackets s2e7: "burial" / moonface - heartbreaking bravery / týr and fenrir (1911) by john bauer / tumblr post from @lupi-usque-ad-finem / "hounds of iron | naafiri cinematic" - league of legends / mongrels (2016) by stephen graham jones / instagram post by @violenttradwife / have a nice life - hunter / tropical malady (2004) letterboxd review by frances meh / ethel cain - famous last words (an ode to eaters)

[emiliefitch]

"In the Desert" by Stephen Crane

[pansyfemme]

sometimes i get frustrated coming up with last names for ocs and then im like. maybe i should try the bryan lee o malley special where every other character just has a normal word for a last name

[taiturner]

What? What are you just saying? That the fucking woods don't want us to leave? Do you know how insane that sounds? The woods don't give a shit. And all of this nonsense with Lottie's dreams and omens and whatever the fuck that is— We can survive without a compass. We'll use the sun to travel south, and we can place cairn stones or something under trees. There is a solution for everything. An explanation for everything.

TAISSA TURNER ft. The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, Stephen King

[legok9]

"Who's that girl" DWM 268 (1998)

So, who would have played the Doctor if she'd been a woman from the first? DWM rounds up the likely ladies …

Hermione Baddeley 1963-66 Renowned for unsympathetic roles in both Brighton Rock and the dour 'kitchen sink'-styled Room at the Top, film veteran Baddeley made an enthralling Doctor - part dragon, part slightly dotty maiden aunt. Eternal juvenile Melvyn Hayes was 'unearthly' grandson Stephen Vivian Pickles 1966-69 Although much younger, and never a lead, the versatile Pickles had been a familiar TV face for 20 years (Harpers West One, etc) before being cast as Baddeley's successor. Her sprightly, elfin Doctor had a penchant for dressing-up, like a St Trinian's tomboy who never left school

Liz Fraser 1970-74 A comic actress familiar from several Carry Ons, Fraser's initial trepidation at taking on an ostensibly serious role soon dissipated. Her bossy, big-sisterly show-off of a Doctor was best paired with dippy companion Joe Grant (later Playgirl pin-up Robin Askwith) Frances de la Tour 1974-81 Gangling, piercing-eyed Shakespearean actress de la Tour played a tweedy, louche, Bohemian Doctor part-based on Virginia Woolf. Caused a minor sensation when she married the young actor who played the second incarnation of Time Lord companion Roman — Peter Davison

Jan Francis 1982-84 Despite rumours that the next Doctor might be played by a man (former New Avenger Gareth Hunt is hotly tipped), the youngest actress yet is cast. Fresh from middlebrow thirties drama The Good Companions, Francis made for a sporty Doctor in Lottie Dod-style tennis whites Lynda Bellingham 1984-86 Known to SF fans for her role as Barbara the Butcher in an episode of Jenna's 7, Bellingham's controversial Doctor was a loud, hectoring grand-dame of the theatre. Unceremoniously 'regenerated' following the Doctor's on- (and off-) screen inquisition in the epic Trial of a Time Lady

Pauline Melville 1987-89 Virtually unknown fringe cabaret and cult comedy artiste is surprise choice for 'back to basics' Seventh Doctor. Fan fears that series will become showcase for childish high-jinks up-ended when Melville stories adopt a sombre, down-beat mood, performed with conviction and gravitas Miranda Richardson 1996 The eldest in a successful line of acting siblings, a favourite of BBC producers since high-profile lead debut in revisionist biographical drama of notorious 20th century 'villain', makes a bid for American network stardom via lavish new big-haired version of Doctor Who. Star Trek actor Alexander Siddig plays love interest Dr Brian

[lesbianjackies]

❤︎︎ character list ❤︎︎

key: bolded - characters i enjoy writing for | italics - characters i’ve written for before

❥ 10 things i hate about you

cameron james, kat stratford, bianca stratford, patrick verona, michael eckman, mandella

❥ marvel

natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, steve rogers, carol danvers, stephen strange, sam wilson, gamora, gwen stacy, tony stark, kate bishop, loki laufeyson, may parker, peter parker (tasm & mcu), peter quill, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, thor odinson, yelena belova

❥ pirates of the caribbean

jack sparrow, will turner, elizabeth swann

❥ grishaverse

alina starkov, the darkling / aleksander morozova, malyen oretsev, genya safin, david kostyk, zoya nazyalensky, nikolai lantsov, kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, matthias helvar, wylan van eck

❥ the school for good and evil

agatha of woods beyond, sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, hort of bloodbrook, hester of ravenswood, anadil of bloodbrook, dot of nottingham, rafal

note: sophie x hort x reader is a fav

❥ the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, gale hawthorne, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair, johanna mason

❥ harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, draco malfoy, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, cedric diggory, oliver wood, theodore nott, daphne greengrass, blaise zabini, tom riddle, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, regulus black, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, marlene mckinnon

❥ miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, enoch o’connor (MOVIE ONLY), olive abroholos elephanta (MOVIE ONLY), millard nullings (BOOK ONLY), hugh apiston (BOOK ONLY), fiona frauenfeld (BOOK ONLY), bronwyn bruntley (BOOK ONLY)

note: i will write for book- or movieverse jacob & emma. please specify which you would like when requesting or i will default to bookverse.

❥ shatter me

juliette ferrars, aaron warner, kenji kishimoto, nazeera ibrahim

❥ the folk of the air

jude duarte, cardan greenbriar

❥ percy jackson

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, thalia grace, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, reyna avila ramirez arellano

❥ avatar: the last airbender

katara, sokka, zuko, azula, mai, ty lee

❥ a series of unfortunate events

violet baudelaire, klaus baudelaire, duncan quagmire, isadora quagmire, quigley quagmire

❥ newsies

jack kelly, davey jacobs, katherine pulitzer, crutchie morris, spot conlon

❥ frankenstein

victor frankenstein, the monster, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval

❥ little women

jo march, meg march, beth march, amy march, theodore laurence

❥ star wars

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, padme amidala, luke skywalker, leia organa, han solo, rey, finn, kylo ren, poe dameron

❥ my babysitter’s a vampire

ethan morgan, benny weir, sarah fox, rory keaner, erica jones

❥ yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatorccio, jackie taylor, laura lee, mari, akilah, jeff sadecki

[white-cat-of-doom]

Lottie Stephens posted a few pictures of her time as Jemima in the UK/International Tour 2022, along with some other Kitty friends.

With Maiya Hikases as Victoria, Ella Kemp as Rumpleteazer, Milan Cacacie as Tantomile, Ed Wade as Rum Tum Tugger, and Daniel Timoney covering Rum Tum Tugger.

[cryptidvoidwritings]

TikTokical Cats

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Jemima's solo and the climax of 'Memory' in the 2022 International tour

Lottie Stephens as Jemima and probably Jacinta Whyte as Grizabella. Filmed on 19 February 2023 by insta user ricardodrtmelo.

[holylottie]

aching bones, aching teeth [04]

masterlist [trailer and TW's]

PAIRING — Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

CHAPTER SINOPSIS — The other girls went to a journey that Lottie didn't want to go (the other girls went to a journey you couldn't follow).

NOTE — english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you might find. Please read the tw's first! Thank you for reading :)

Chapter 04 — the trees singing

When you looked in the mirror, you brought your notebook with yourself, with a red and white pattern fabric cover, and in it you made lists, listing every little thing that was different from the day before. You liked to keep yourself sane, to keep track of where you had changed and how you perceived that change. Most days, things stayed the same, but there were moments, like this one, when you felt that something had changed, but you had no idea what it was. 

Something in me wants more. I can't rest. Sylvia Plath, Your first forbidden reading.

You thought about the notes in your notebook, how your hair grew a finger after you started not straightening it, and how when your mother found out, you would cut it off.

You thought about the white dress you were wearing, about how you couldn't even look at your own body without your nightgown on. 

You thought about Stephen and how you would hate the life you were leading, you thought about being angry, angry at literature, at thoughts and at Charlotte, because you knew, you knew, that the only reason you wanted so much more was because you knew there was more than what you had. 

You wondered if it was worth living a life of ignorance or a life full of incomplete desires. 

You thought about Lottie's eyes and came to the conclusion that nothing would be more valuable than having her attention on you.

And then you felt a tear run down your cheek, the drop taking you out of your train of thought and back onto the tracks of the real world. 

It wasn't a tear of sadness, but a tear of polish. You had been staring at yourself in the mirror all this time, without blinking. 

As for me, I had a lot to say. But I remained silent. Albert Camus, 1932, studied it in the first period, between free classes and before cheerleading practice, where you went just to steal the other girl’s glances. Nothing fulfilling.

You stared at the little desk on your left, a decorated letter on the top of it. 

All of your promises were handwritten and sealed with wax in a beautiful colored envelope full of stickers. You liked concrete things —including words.

You wiped your eyes and left the room, straightening your clothes and walking to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

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— I still have a bad feeling about this place.

— I can sleep outside with you if you want us to.

Lottie smiled at you, shaking her head.

— We all need to stay together, or else, everything will start to fall and freeze.

You couldn’t really grasp what she was truly saying, but you were used to it by now: always looking for more of Lottie to understand. You two were laying down on the floor of the cabin, sharing a mattress while watching everyone else sleep. Things had turned a little sour ever since the night where Lottie screamed in the attic. You still were mad at Laura for hitting on her with your own bible. What kind of forgiveness could a bloody thing give?

You shake your head, looking at your dirty nails with a sigh, you really wanted to have some nail polish right now. A lot of the girls thought you were a bit stupid for wanting to keep getting yourself dolled up while in the middle of the woods, but you had an urgent need of being pretty all the time. Perhaps it was simply a like to dress up.

Or, perhaps, it was the thought of always having a man over your shoulder, telling how you needed to look or be, what to say and think. Who to kiss.

Lottie held your hand extra tight when she was having nightmares. You felt jealousy of Lottie’s body. Not in a way “She’s much prettier than me”, but in a way of “her cells can reach places my hand can’t”.

Her hand went to your knee, caressing it slightly. 

— I don’t like when you do this, — she said, fingertips passing so very gently and carefully on your wounds — you don’t have to ask forgiveness for anything.

You wished she was right, but Lottie didn’t even know what you did, how could she grant you forgiveness?

Charlotte smiled in between the silence, sitting on the floor next to her best friend, her mind creating narratives, possible paragraphs for the letter she was writing to you.

"I'm sitting here with you, at the kitchen table. I'm holding a knife, but my grip isn't the same as your mother's. I'm holding it to cut an orange. I hold it to cut an orange. I give you the juiciest part."

She had gotten stuck on that part. How were you able to write so many promises so subtly and quickly? You made it seem as if pledging your soul to someone else was something trivial.

— Do you think my mother takes pleasure in hurting my heart? 

You turned your face towards your best friend, tilting your head to one side as you always did when you expected an answer. Charlotte had it, she always did.

— I don't know, maybe she wants to soften the meat before she eats it, only in this case the hammer is words and there's only one person at supper... who keeps banging on the already cooked meal.

— So my mother wants to eat my heart? 

— No, but she certainly wants it for herself. Maybe she'll freeze it, keep it in a box and only give it back to you after your wedding... of course, under the guardianship of your future husband, not yours.

Charlotte's words made you snort, your lips quivering slightly at the mere thought of marriage —you shivered at the thought that you might, at some point, have to make promises to a man. You would never write letters to a boy and, if you had to, you would burn them as soon as your mother saw it, make a little house out of the leftover dust (and live with Charlotte there forever).

— quia pulvis es et in pulverem reverteris. 

You murmured quietly to herself. Charlotte looked at you curiously, her eyebrows raised in doubt, not understanding what you were saying.

— I'd burn with you.

— Do you miss too much of your family, Misty? 

Your sudden question took her out of her bubble of thoughts. She stared at you for a couple of seconds in an awkward silence before speaking. 

— I don't know, I don't remember much of our time together... In fact, I remember almost nothing. — Misty complained, frowning. It was a lie, she remembered, she just didn’t want to.

— I wish I could forget. — you said, getting closer to her with a smile on your face. Big gentle eyes looking at Quigley as your hand goes to her shoulder — I think we should make lots of memories together, then. That way, I can keep them for you.

The phrase made Misty's body warm up, a happy smile on her face as she nodded.

You two giggled together, pressing the berries you’ve found to make the medicine Misty had the recipe for.

Misty looked at her palm, and then at you, offering a piece of her meat. You shook your head, denying it.

— No, thank you, I cannot eat today.

She frowned, asking: — some kind of religious fast?

— No, no, not really, — you shake your head, giggling — I’m testing some plants I've found… to see if it is poisonous or not.

— So to test it you fucking ate it? — her mouth was wide open — are you crazy?

— It’s the only way to see if the other can eat it… — you say it isn’t such a big deal — I don’t eat everything I find! I have a process, okay?

Misty is still wary about your ideas, but she listens closely. Maybe wondering how you two never found each other before, you were so alike, so eager to be needed.

— First I inspect it, I don't eat the ones with little bites on it or the dead ones, then I smell it, if they have certain odors you shouldn’t eat them, like peaches… I rub a piece of it on my belly and wait a long time… If it doesn't get red, I start a whole other routine to see it is edible.

— Sounds like a lot of work… a deadly one. 

— Well, we all got to help in some way, right? — you didn’t mention how the first ones gave you a horrible headache and stomach pain. Perhaps this was your cross: the suffering of Jesus was integral to his obedience and faithfulness to God.

— Have you had any luck yet?

— I did actually, and it tastes almost nice.

— almost nice sounds horrible — Misty answered, laughing, making you laugh too.

— Hey! Don’t be mean to my sweet little leaf — You retorted, putting the most strength you could get onto the berries, you needed to have all the liquid pass through the fabric — Such a pretty color for lipstick. 

— Only if you want poisonous lips. 

Misty comment made you think about the idea of having poison on your lips. 

You would kiss every man on earth.

Natalie and you were looking at Lottie eagerly, staring at the young lady, Nat with the gun and you with the can in your hands —like Cain and Abel unknowingly setting their fates onto their offerings, looking at God (only one receiving the eyes back).

Lottie didn’t say anything, only putting back the bullets on the gun and taking the can out of your hands, closing it to give to Taissa and the other girls. She and Nat left quickly. 

Van got closer and looked at you, with those orbs who could unravel all your secrets. 

— You like her, don’t you? 

You frowned, tilting your head slightly.

— Who doesn’t?

Van decided not to put so much into the conversation, she knew it would come to you at the right time. 

— You truly won’t go with us?

You wanted to go, truly wanted to, but found yourself unable to go somewhere Lottie wouldn’t be able to follow.

— No, I won’t… got to keep everyone on track around here since you won't be able to do it.

— Ah, of course I would — she giggles, hugging you before starting to leave.

You stare at their departure, a pang on your chest: you did not want to have the group split.

Your mind goes to a few days ago, when Lottie had been redeemed, Laura and you at the lake, with Lee holding Lottie. You wanted to be present, but not to be a part of it —too afraid your dirty would pollute the holy lake.

It was a place of holiness, ever since the beginning meaning that things would get better, a symbol of hope. Whenever Lottie felt lost, she could find assurance and answers on the water —which, coincidentally, was your favorite place to be. You loved the idea of it all being washed away, cleaned.

However, watching them leave, knowing about the red lake… you wondered if even Moses would be able to bend such obstacles. 

You knew nothing would remain the same.

— I'd be afraid to sleep near a window that big… — you said, staring at the huge window on the right side of the cabin, a heavy but very damaged curtain folded at the side.

— It's a better view than your scary porcelain dolls… —Lottie answered, throwing your sheep plush in your direction.

— Please don't talk badly about my daughters, it's a delicate subject! — you laughed, putting the plush on your lap, making Laura laugh too — oh...

With the sudden change of subject, Charlotte followed your vision, sitting down on the floor next to Lee and you, looking out of the window at the view outside. 

— They're making a nest in such a horrible tree! It moves too much... 

Lottie frowned, taking a step forward, as if the proximity would make her better able to understand the animal mentality.

 — Is it bad to find familiarity without stability, tiq?

She asked, but her eyes remained outside, studying the way the wind made the leaves move, the branches wobbly and about to break, the roots thick and strong. 

You listened, but your eyes remained on your best friend in silence, studying the way her bangs fell over her forehead, how her cheekbones shone in the orange light of the room.

You two both smiled into your fields of vision as if you two were seeing all the wonders of the world at once, an epiphany of beauty so close to the touch of your hands. 

No man can bathe twice in the same river.

2021

You were not able to sleep, to eat or think about anything else but the blank canvas on your room. Twelve hours ago you had entered your office and weren't able to leave since, having the urgent need to make the perfect painting —there were already four finished on the corner of the room, but they weren't good enough.

Nothing was good enough.

Your stomach was hurt and you could feel your underwear wet from how much you've been sitting down without going to the bathroom or even moving, your body ached for a stretch.

You hear a loud noise, an animal scream, so you turn around, it gets you out of your obsessive haze and puts you into another one: one that searches for directions.

Your feet take you to the forest, the one only a few feet away from your residence, like your own personal (haunted) garden.

You smile as your bare feet touch the hard floor, stepping on rocks and sticks, you giggle with yourself, your arms moving freely, your hands dancing around your body.

You dance in the woods.

You sleep on the dirt —you feel safe at home.

[crazyunsexycool]

Because Lottie did not get to experience normal childhood, she's a very very curious baby asking silly questions to her mama and dada everytime!

Lottie - Mama! Dada said that's I'm his pwincess.

Mama - Yes baby you are!

Lottie- so that means you're his queen?

So that means dada is the king?

So that means bubba is a pwince?

So what does that make steeb?🤔🤔

Mama - .......

Aaww this is so cute and a 100%

She just goes around asking questions. But she’s good at knowing who to ask what.

Questions about Friday and computers? Uncle Tony.

Questions about dada? Steebie

Questions about mama? Gwandpa Eddie

Questions about boats and fishing? Uncle Sammy

Questions about kicking someone’s ass because they were mean to bubba? Auntie Nat

Questions about magic? Auntie Wanda (and then Uncle Stephen although he doesn’t want to be called uncle. Wong accepts the title graciously)

Questions about science? Uncle Buce and Honey

Questions about outer space? Uncle Thor or how she affectionately calls him Boom.

Questions about sneaking around? Uncle Clint

Questions about love? Mama and dada of course

Questions about doing what she isn’t supposed to be doing? That’s all Bubba!

Questions about national security? Fu-wee duh!!!

She’s very curious and she has resources