#TALL LADIES SUPREMACY

[nightly-ruse]

I haven’t done anything for lesbian week so um I’m just gonna scurry in and drop off my idea then fall asleep finally

T4T MothSquirrel.. trans lesbians in love both hurt a lot by tiger clones, constantly bashed by starclan, and unreasonably persecuted by their leaders

[maidenson88]

SUNSET AT GYNARCHY TEMPLE

GYNARCHIC TEMPLE PRIESTESSES ENJOYING ANOTHER SUNSET AT GYNARCHY TEMPLE UNDER THE RED STAR — (ART BY NANSHAKH.COM AND ENHANCED BY MAIDENSON88.TUMBLR.COM)

The story for this image would go something like this...

Right in the middle of the mountains there it was the Gynarchic Temple dedicated to the unnamable Goddess far away from prying eyes where Female Supremacy was fully exercised there has never been another temple similar to this one and male submission was the normal thing expected by every Lady Priestess. This day was another day under the Red Sun the true Star of all Gynarchic Women, some days the Great Ladies came out to admire the beautiful sunset event on its beautiful world this day was one of it. Nature was easily observed from the temple highs, as well as the big mountains covered with vegetation and of course its beautiful red star in the sky. The sunset was just wonderful and it happened every day. On the image we see a devoted temple male kissing the beautiful feet of his tall brunette Mistress Priestess [of unknown name] a dominant & strict Mistress who has already administered Her daily discipline session to Her personal temple male domestic, even if he has performed as expected in doing everything right, all inferior males must be kept at bay, the Women of this world oftenly say, such a wise saying!... Who knows, maybe one day this temple male will be sacrificed to the unnamable Goddess that the men of this world fear blessed be Her holy name. And on the background we can see as well another two temple males serving as chairs (male objects) for two of the three Great Ladies of Gynarchy Temple which of course are also enjoying the spectacular view. Blessed be the Gynarchic Goddess!

[bethanydelleman]

Northanger Abbey Readthrough, Ch 3

❤️❤️HENRY TILNEY HAS ARRIVED!❤️❤️

The master of the ceremonies, Mr. King, who introduces Henry Tilney and Catherine Morland is one of the two real people mentioned as characters in Austen's novels (the other being Humphrey Repton in Mansfield Park, a real famous landscaper). Mr. King was retired by the time of publication.

I love Henry's description:

He seemed to be about four or five and twenty, was rather tall, had a pleasing countenance, a very intelligent and lively eye, and, if not quite handsome, was very near it. His address was good, and Catherine felt herself in high luck.

Ah, he is well matched with "almost pretty" Catherine Morland.

Henry Tilney is a lot like a male Elizabeth Bennet, "there was an archness and pleasantry in his manner" and "there was a mixture of sweetness and archness in her manner" (Pride & Prejudice, Ch 10) sound very similar. We also have the descriptions of their eyes being intelligent.

Now because I believe in Henry Tilney Supremacy, let me point out that Henry went to a ball where he didn't know anyone and instead of making everyone else uncomfortable (DARCY!) or just not going and doing his business (Knightley), he uses of the Master of Ceremonies to get a partner and then is just delightful. Darcy begins with insulting Elizabeth and Henry begins by being utterly charming. Just the best guy.

He starts with a hilarious bit, and while Catherine isn't sure if she's allowed to laugh, she's clearly enjoying herself. Then Tilney offers two opposing things for her to write in her journal:

Friday, went to the Lower Rooms; wore my sprigged muslin robe with blue trimmings—plain black shoes—appeared to much advantage; but was strangely harassed by a queer, half-witted man, who would make me dance with him, and distressed me by his nonsense.

or

I danced with a very agreeable young man, introduced by Mr. King; had a great deal of conversation with him—seems a most extraordinary genius—hope I may know more of him. That, madam, is what I wish you to say.

Clearly the second passage is what Catherine would actually write, though maybe not that Tilney was an extraordinary genius. She is having a very good time.

Then they discuss if women or men write better letters. Catherine is unsure that women are superior, and after some gentle teasing Henry basically agrees and says this lovely progressive opinion:

"I should no more lay it down as a general rule that women write better letters than men, than that they sing better duets, or draw better landscapes. In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes."

And then we get to Henry's most famous attribute, he understands muslins!

Catherine is a bit confused by Henry's behaviour, but she does like it (and him). However, we again have some Elizabeth Bennet vibes with this observation, "Mr. Tilney was polite enough to seem interested in what she said; and she kept him on the subject of muslins till the dancing recommenced. Catherine feared, as she listened to their discourse, that he indulged himself a little too much with the foibles of others"

There are many who think Catherine is too unintelligent to be paired with Henry Tilney, but he clearly has more respect for her than Mrs. Allen, who we are told has, "a trifling turn of mind". She is catching more of his jokes than her chaperone.

She has detected a flaw in Mr. Tilney! (This will apparently be very much forgotten later). Catherine also tells something of a lie, but then is immediately honest about it:

Catherine coloured, and said, “I was not thinking of anything.” “That is artful and deep, to be sure; but I had rather be told at once that you will not tell me.” “Well then, I will not.”

The narrator then points out that it is very bad for a heroine to think fondly of a man before he is known to love her. This is a reference to a ridiculous letter in The Rambler, where it is written: That a young lady should be in love, and the love of the young gentleman undeclared, is an heterodoxy which prudence, and even policy, must not allow. It's pretty nuts, read the whole thing if you are curious.

And we see proof of Mr. Allen's sensibleness, he quickly inquire into Mr. Tilney and finds him to be from a good family and a clergyman. Catherine is being well cared for!

[dingostrash]

Any other ladies you’d like to be part of tall lady supremacy?

Hmm on top of my head,

On the fence about Altera, I think Kama should be fairly tall, Kiara needs to be 190 cm I swear,

And of course, Morgan

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Boo's Dollhouse

Chapter 1: Pumpkin Bae

Tamera Leigh-Buschall aka Boo was 36 when she inherited 21,545 square feet of Texan mansion from her late husband Larry Buschall. In his will, she was the sole beneficiary. She got it all and his three kids got nothing. No one liked Larry Buschall, he was a self loathing upholder of white supremacy, mean, bitter, and corrupt.. but he was stinkin rich and weak for female company. Boo had to be his nurse, his secretary, and his empty headed porn star. The corporate shark and multimillionaire was 75 when he finally croaked.

Three years living and riding on top of the foul mouthed tyrant funded Boo's self-made business, run out of her home with a team of creative young women in her employment who knew how to have fun while making her a ton of money.

"It's time ladies," she announced to the lounging women in her budoir. "Move out. Our first customer of the day has arrived."

Boo wouldn't tell them who it was for the sake of client anonymity, only that he was male and paying for a complete experience. Only Boo and the chosen sex worker could know the identity per NDA.

Boo and her security team were the only ones standing at the front door waiting, Boo wearing a pumpkin head with two mimosas in hand, one for herself and one for the client.

The shiny black rolls royce rolled into the driveway and parked near the front door of the mansion with Shawnee, the black-suited driver walking around to open the back door. Out stepped the 6'3 slim yet athletic frame of a man in a light grey jogging suit, green socks, and sneakers with a Scream mask overlapping awkwardly with his hoodie. The fall morning air was nippy and orange leaves blew on the stone path. He made it to the door and accepted the glass.

"Boo?"

"Ahh! ..Come in."

He snorted and she stepped back allowing him to take in the festive trappings of the foyer decorated by her and the dolls themselves while she sipped her mimosa. It was gothic chic and Hollywood classic horror opposed to Party City. Still, they had to keep the webs stretched across the walls and signature black spiders. There were arrangements of black burning candles and black lanterns. The entire place smelled feintly of vanilla. He turned to the skull full of complementary condoms and the trick or treat bucket of candy and mints, looking back for permission. A proper southern gentleman.

"Help yourself!"

Boo shuffled in her fuzzy pink slippers to a folded leg position on the living room couch. It was a waiting room she used to further interview clients in a comfortable manner. 9:30 AM was entirely too early to start off with a tour. The girls deserved a little grace, space, and time to get their bearings.

"Talk now, tour later," she patted on the couch for him to sit. He sat.

"Oo.. this is good," he frowned from his first sip of fresh mango pineapple mimosa. He had to lift the bottom of the mask to drink. "Nice pumpkin head," he gestured wide.

"Like I like it. The head gotta be big." She picked up her appointment book. They hadn't set a time for him to leave the premises which meant he could stay and spend money. She turned to a listing of the girls by photo and showed him the two-page spread of glamour shots. "So what's ya type?"

"Damn. Already? Well I always say the blacker the berry..." That ruled out the Israeli girl, the Puerto Rican, and the Korean. "Preferably slim thick," his hands curved. That ruled out a few more. "Athletic. Long hair," he stared at Boo's photo. She watched him through the eye slits in her pumkin head. "Real tall.. WNBA Tall."

She clapped the book closed. "You tryna fuck me?"

"All five foot ten inches."

"Ooh," she whispered leaning in. He smelled like Tom Ford. He'd done his smell good routine and was ready. "Say less I've seen Watchmen." She popped up not spilling a drop, her drink raised high. She pulled him by the front of his grey hoodie. "Don't spill nothing on my floor.. Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, I could eat. Where all the women?"

"Enjoying their morning, you'll see some of them when I give you the tour."

Boo lead the 6'3 client up one of the two grand staircases toward her entertainment suite. This was a dim and elegantly designed room with gothic glam touches. A squared stage was on the far wall decorated like a pumpkin patch with a pole in the middle. A nook with a fullsize bed was to the left as well.

"Look at that," he pointed at the large jack-o-lantern with smoky fog coming from its gaping mouth. She closed the door and sat him at a short dining table and matching southern gothic style chair placed adjacent of the stage.

"Interested in some hookah, Yahya?"

"Definitely."

She offered a selection while she made a call to the kitchen. The Ghostface mask was finally off and in his lap as he smoked the area into a cloud, getting loose like he was at a warm cafe.

"I feel like I'm in a gentleman's club," Yahya exhaled, smoke rising up. "I feel like a king." Boo's hand swept his cheek and held his face sucking up smoke in a shotgun that left him staring.

"You are. Enjoy yourself. Let me handle everything."

He closed his eyes and let the clouds overtake him while he rested. When kitchen delivered, Boo sat the plate of pancakes with banana and creme fraiche in front of her client and watched his deep brown eyes alight with childlike satisfaction.

His senses were being engaged and to a playlist of Brent Faiyaz and Giveon. She left her slippers and took the stage, twirling in her pink satin pj's around the centered pole in a fluid, consistent, and practiced manner while he hummed and moaned enjoying gourmet pancakes and soothing hookuh unrushed. There was no reason for Boo to rush, the cashier was trained as a receptionist and the next client wasn't scheduled until 12.

Yahya watched Boo carefully as she danced, her mile long legs like a stretch of highway on display for his eyes only. He followed her stems all the way up to the sexiest parts concealed by her short shorts. It was left for him to imagine and he loved not seeing it off the bat. Especially when she stretched and put her leg up by her head, it sent blood to the organ between his thighs.

Legs were his weakness. Her long slender legs teased him with their fit and athletic feminine nature. She kept up with her workouts and worked for those legs. They were shiny, hairless, and free of blemish. Her calves were shapely and in good proportion. When she stood on her toes the gentle toned musculature was apparent. It wasn't too much. There was something about a beautiful and slim fit woman's legs to Yahya. They were sensual in a subtle way, sneaky in their appeal. Only other leg men would truly appreciate what he was seeing and understand why he preferred super tall slim thick women. He could feel the blood rushing to his growing erection and he blew his smoke at the stage enjoying his private dance.

A classically trained ballerina on a pole, Boo was smooth and at ease in a zone working through a comparatively low intensity routine under the music.

"Bravo," he blew.

She ran with his fetish, surrounded by fog and flexing the length and strength of her legs, doing scissor sits and jamilas. She mixed in her carousels, knee spins, and sunwheels.

"Magic City," he muttered.

She remained upright to keep her pumpkin head on, semi blinded, but strong in muscle memory. He chuckled when she paused her spins to work in a low pulsing twerk on beat.

"I know you dance, Cadillac."

"Girl... Don't start me up."

She glanced back invitingly.

Yahya was on the stage of pumpkins in seconds isolating his hips on rhythm. He sat her pumpkin head among the others, lifting her chin. Between her beauty, her body, and the way she moved it was no wonder the old sugar daddy left her everything.

He sandwiched her between two poles, the one she swung on and the one in his lap, slow grinding to Loose Change.

"Big maaan," she smiled feeling his lips on her ear and his full and sensitive hard-on pressed against her.

"Mhm." He became a leach on her kneck, his hand in her shorts grabbing the fat cat with his manicured middle fingers inside. "You like my hand around your neck baby?"

"Mm, yess," she moaned in bliss feeling him choke her. She threw her hands over his neck and relaxed letting him bring her to orgasm.

When he picked her up with ease, she wrapped her long feminine and statuesque legs around his waist gripping him until he placed her on the bed. She flipped onto her stomach and arched letting him peel away away at the layers.. her pj shorts and cartoon jack-o-lantern panties.

It was his turn to strip taking it all off until he was leaning nude on the bed, fresh clean and well man-scaped.

His tongue went up her thigh finding it butter smooth, supple and firm. He replaced her panties with kisses on her cheeks which were smooth and perfectly round like a peach with a healthy youthful bounce. He stuck his face between using his thumb to rub her labia open and her clit while she held her own cheek back. His tongue did the rest.. long sweeping strokes and gentle sucks with extra saliva that nearly made her extend his hour with her just to keep getting this tier of head. She didn't have time.

"Come show me what that dick do or does it hang to decorate your balls?"

He ripped open a blue condom he pulled from the skull and covered his length, rubbing the tip on her clit, sliding up and inside.

She drove her ass back, swallowing his length and bouncing off his hips. He fucked her back. The bed began to tremble with their force. Their bodies collided. Boo planted her elbows and threw her lower half on rhythm to the music.

"Fuck this pussy back. Fuck this pussy back."

He grabbed her by her hair ready to make her see stars, but again no time. She pushed him off, pulling him beneath her as she put a leg over his shoulder to fuck him from on top, bouncing while his toes curled and his eyes squeezed shut. The bed continued to shake to the degree that it didn't seem normal. They both felt it, like an earthquake, but Boo ignored it. She turned and squatted to a reverse cowgirl position, bouncing some more until he conceded with a long hiss. She blew on two imaginary guns and reholstered them. His time was up and he was swallowing like he needed water. She didn't have the time to give him another hour to manhandle her like he wanted, she had to clean up and prepare for 12. Plus, there was still the tour.

"Stay there, don't move."

Her coffin-nailed finger stopped him in his tracks. All clients were spoiled with a fluffy hot towel and soapy wipedown. She pulled him up to his feet and dressed him in a clean white terrycloth robe, new white socks, and his Scream mask. She herself wore the second terrycloth robe with her slippers.

She called her live in maid to tidy up the room, folded his sweatsuit, and handed it to him then escorted him through her Houston mansion excluding her personal wing where she slept and did her personal business. She showed him the kitchen, the various common rooms. A picture fell.. the picture she'd hung to replace the commissioned portrait of the late Larry Buschall. He loved his damn picture there and every day Boo looked at it she wanted it gone. When he died she replaced it with something visually attractive, a piece of art that matched her decor. She looked at the picture on the floor, rolled her eyes, and kept leading Yahya to the theatre room which boasted twenty generous seats and a big screen with surround sound.

"Who left the speakers on," she sighed when they both heard the feedback.

In the wine cellar, she poured him a splash of her favorite 1992 vintage red wine for taste. She was right to think he'd appreciate it.

Next to show him was the dance hall, the gym, the basketball court, and the grotto-style swimming pool. He took his robe and mask off handed it to Boo to get a running start. She watched him cannonball into the deep water with a big splash and climb back out, running soaked and grinning like a child.

"We wild baby! We FERAL!"

"Boy put ya mask on!" She redressed him like a mama, fixing the robe on him. His socks were soaked through. "Look at you, follow me."

She led him to the shower room and left his clothes with him so he got the hint. He came out fifteen minutes later dressed and grabbing at her waist.

"What do you say we go for a spin on the dance floor. I'll teach you some new moves."

"We still got one more place to visit sir."

"Excuseee me," he smiled.

She brought him to the register.

"This is where I show you your total."

It was a place where he could get a look at his bill so it wouldn't be a surprise when they took his money. She watched him read over the itemized receipt. Hookah session, breakfast, and an hour in Boo's suite at Boo's rate which was the highest rate of all the dolls.

Yahya looked at the number and nodded retracting the comment that never left his lips. The service was worth the dollar amount. She smiled. "Come back anytime."

"Now," he smirked.

"Baby a bitch is busy running a business, try next week, Tuesday if you're looking for soon." She adjusted his hood over the black fabric of his mask. He followed her back to the front of the house and lingered for a minute. She pulled him by his hoodie strings and rubbed his chest through the fabric. "You're welcome back. Just make sure you don't forget me.."

She backed him out of the front door and the black Rolls Royce waiting. "I'll think of you!" Boo blew a kiss.

Shawnee closed Yahya in and he was still looking back wistfully at the house as the car drove away to drop him back at his own car.

Finally she could focus on getting ready for the 12 o'clock client and she could get some brunch.

"How was it," Kitty came around the corner in black lingerie and heels, being noisy.

"Y'all can come out," Boo turned watching a group of women come from hiding.

"I was waiting, I thought he was gonna choose me or Honey," Angel collapsed on the white sitting room cushion jumping at the disembodied voice that wretched at her.

"Get yo goddamn monkey feet off my seat ya pie-faced nappyheaded semon demon. Ain’t ya mammy never taught ya ta respect furniture that ain't yo's. In here acting like a damn fool.. ALLA' YAS!"

"Shut UP," Boo scowled. "'Fore I start burning shit.. And I like this couch.."

Angel laughed. The girls had gotten used to the ghostly outbursts of old nasty Larry Buschall. He was all bark and no bite post-mortem. If a customer heard it, the dolls knew what to do. They'd pass it off as a speaker or a prank. No one in the house was truly afraid.

"Now I'm going to eat and I better not hear nothing else," Boo bitched the air with her finger. "..That's what the fuck I thought," she muttered.

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[gmanwhore]

Freelatta shit for the soul because they are adorable (Tommy can't cook btw he probably makes shit like acid spaggetti) (Oh yeah transfemme feetman and agender tommy supremacy)

Gloria gently stirred the eggs around the pan, making sure nothing burned. She hummed gently to herself as she watched the sour cream she scooped in melt a bit into the eggs. She suddenly felt arms around her waist and a kiss placed on the back of his neck. "Hi, sweetie." Tommy nuzzled against her cheek. "Hi miss lady! You're so warm..." Gloria chuckled, running her hand over their hands. They were so skinny and tall...like a baby horse or a willow tree. She felt her heart swell with love for her fiance. "You are too...can you go get Joshie? Dinner's almost ready. Make sure he washes his hands, ok?" "Ok!" Tommy let go and walked off. Gloria grinned ear to ear, then began to divide up the eggs into three portions. For good measure, she grated some cheese on top of each serving. As she brought them out to the table, she was met with Tommy holding Joshua in his arms. "Airplane Joshie! Woooshhhh!" Joshua was making whooshing noises too as Tommy carried him over to his seat and put him down, giving the boy a little boop on the nose before sitting down themself. Gloria was so happy Joshua got along with Tommy, they clicked so well. "Thank you, mommy!" "Yeah, thank you Missus Freeman!" "You two are very welcome." All three ate their dinners, chatting about their days. Tommy washed the dishes and loaded up the dishwasher after dinner, and they both but Joshua to bed. Gloria told him a story, and Tommy sang him a song, then they both gave him a kiss and headed out of the room. They both sat on the couch, turning on a movie as they cuddled together. Tommy laid his head on Gloria's tummy as she rubbed her hand through Tommy's fluffy, soft hair. "I love you, willow." "I love you too, bumble bee."

[marzipanandminutiae]

Whenabouts do we start to see the shift from your stereotypical "Beloved Doll With Too Many Outfits" being modeled on adults to being modeled on children?

That sort of thing goes in cycles, it seems to me! And neither ever fully goes away- ther are always ladies in the Child Doll Eras, and vice versa. But in terms of broad market dominance, it fluctuates back and forth.

So in the late 18th-early 19th centuries, you mostly have lady dolls. Then wax or china dolls that primarily look like children become popular. That carries over into the beginnings of the French fashion doll movement in the late 1850s, with so-called Mode Enfantine (children's fashion) dolls like those of Adelaide Huret, Leontine Rohmer, and some by the Barrois and Blampoix firms. Around the mid-1860s, a shift back towards lady dolls occurs, and then in the late 1870s-1880s things trend in a child-doll direction once more.

Child Doll Supremacy hung on for quite a long time that go-round, continuing to hold sway until around the mid-late 1950s when dolls like Miss Revlon, Cissy, and of course Queen Barbie herself begin to enter the market.

(Barbie was not, as often cited, the first fashion doll, nor even the first 1950s fashion doll. However, she was groundbreaking in a number of ways: she was much smaller than fashion dolls had tended to be in the previous century and a half, at 11" tall, and therefore she and her clothes had a lower price tag than, say, Madame Alexander's Cissy. She was also one of very few fashion dolls since the turn of the 20th century that had an adult-looking face, as opposed to simply a child-doll face on an adult body. Or a full-on child doll merely dressed in adult clothing, perhaps with some bosom padding but few other nods to maturity.)

And...I'm not really sure things have swung back towards child dolls since. I feel like the two factions had a detente going in my childhood- most of the Gimmick Dolls like Surprise Hat Suzy or Pretty Sparkle Dancer were children, and of course American Girl, but Barbie's remained fairly consistent at the top of the heap. Or if not, her challengers have been other teen/adult dolls like Bratz, Monster High, etc.

What's next? Who knows!

[janeblr]

body hcs that nobody asked for, I’m just articulating them so it’s easier for me to visualize my silly little scenarios

vanya: biiiig guy. 6’5 of well insulated muscle. thick thighssssssss tree trunk arms tits and belly. High cheekbones and the quintessential big ass nose. Used to keep his hair really neat but now it’s kind of shaggy because he’s too cheap to go to a barber and just cuts it himself. Dirty blonde. AUGHmy big man 💗💗💗

al: college quarterback after three years in a frat. Lean, strong, but a little soft around the edges. Ass is 10/10. Tan skin with freckles, still a bit of a baby face. Bottle blonde to fit in with his European family lol. His hair is a little floppy but with some gel it sits nice. He has a poppy tattooed on his inner wrist!

Gil: saddest most pathetic frail little man. Literally looks like he’s dying because he is! Silvery hair is kind of thin and lifeless these days, there’s not much warmth in his cheeks, and he’s constantly covered in bruises from falling or whacking himself into things by accident. Crooked nose from fighting so much. He’s too shaky to shave himself and Erzsi is the only person he trusts to pt a razor to his throat so if she’s not around he gets kind of scruffy. And fine I’ll say it he was in a Camp and has a tattoo to show for it.

Erzsi: r/fit lady… does CrossFit and jogs like 10 miles a day. Killer muscle definition and abs of steel. A bit lacking in the boob department but nobody’s perfect and Gil has always been an ass man so it’s okay. Gorgeous dark brown hair and a prominent nose. Sculpted cheekbones and thinner lips. All in all a pretty angular appearance that’s still distinctly feminine.

Katya: STRONG GIRL! FARM! She’s a lot of woman…. Yes she is tall. Yes she is strong. Yes she is fat. Hourglass figure with body for dayssssss. Her face is pretty round but she’s still got those high cheekbones and rosebud lips. Prominent nose but not like Ivan’s. She has nipple piercings! Her hair is a pretty silvery blonde and she keeps it short so she can just put it back with a bandana.

Mattie: Big guy. Think hockey player in hibernation. Im so tired of people twinkifying Matthew and I will not stand for it!!! Also a bottle blonde but more vigilant about his roots than Alfred. Also tan skin but not as warm as his brother. The wavy hair was a gift from his papa but his curl pattern has been fried by bleach over the last few decades. Blessed and cursed by hockey player ass

Ber: built for endurance! Strong and stocky, like he could chop up firewood like a breeze AND keep you warm at night. Second tallest nord!c. Not glaring but squinting 24/7 because he needs new glasses but he’s too cheap to buy them lol. Stick straight straw blonde hair that he can’t do much with besides brush back and pray it stays. Little rainbow tattoo behind his left ear. Keeps a neat beard in the winter.

Ti: hurhfhfjdkjfkdjfj plump. Like there’s no other way to put it the guy is just fat. Still very strong but you wouldn’t know it looking at him. Built like a moomintroll. Very proud of how he looks except that he’s got a round face and can’t grow a beard which makes him look like less of a threat like no motherfucker I’ll kill you!! Pretty blonde hair that can do this nice swoopy thing to stay out of his face. Tits >>>

Mads: triangle man!!! Broad shoulders, defined muscle, taper down into a small waist. Strong arms and legs. Freckles aaaaall over that really pop out when he gets some sun. Strawberry blonde hair that sticks straight up so he’s learned to embrace it. Nose is crooked from being punched in the face a few too many times. Sharp defined jaw so he doesn’t like to hide it with facial hair.

Lu: *deep breath* CHUBBY LUKAS SUPREMACY!!! Stop Kate Mossifying my boy he takes Thorazine and it made him fat. He’s on the indoorsy side so although he does exercise some he’s not as muscular as Mads, Ber, or Ti. Platinum blonde hair he straightens and pins back because otherwise the waves are just too much. He would have defined cheekbones and jaw if his face wasn’t chubby lol. Thin lips and a thin, sharp nose.

Eirí: scrawny lil kid. The shortest nord!c. Not much substance to him at all so he dresses in somewhat baggy clothes to make him look bigger. Silvery blonde hair that he straightens like his brother. Occasional issues with acne and miserable volcanic pimples so he’s got some ice pick scarring. Same sharp nose and thin lips as his brother.

Feliks: Skinny queen, fairly toned but generally model-type thin. Soft blonde hair around his shoulders. Prominent nose and thin lips. Scarred up a lot over the last millennia.

Vi: Also scrawny, but you can tell that he used to be strong.

Sorry ladies the klonopin is hitting hard I can’t finish the post

[bace-jeleren]

Your Tall Kanaya (tm) post has done something to me. I'm forever changed.

Believe in Tall Lady With A Nice Comfy Lap You Can Snuggle Into supremacy.

Give in!

[mushtoons]

I'm gonna send the info in ask form jsut in case

Here she is she is one of my 2012 ocs she is a mutant komodo dragon and she is dating raph

She is a big lady and I mean BIG she is a whopping 10 feet tall

whoa!! shes so cool looking!!! and big lady for the win!!!!! tall woman supremacy ✊

and we did!! we've just been busy with work and haven't had the time or energy respond to asks or anything! but we're off for the weekend so we'll have more time >:3

[bamf-jaskier]

Who the Fuck is Margarita?

Margarita Laux-Antille was a sorceress, a member of the Lodge, and the Rectoress of Aretuza and appeared in Time of Contempt, Baptism of Fire, and Lady of the Lake.

If you want to chat some more about Rita, or just the books in general I made a discord server just for Witcher Books content that you can find here.

With that, Hi! I’m Aaliyah and this is Part 8 of my WTF Series - a crash course in subjects from The Witcher books.

Spoilers (duh)

The first time we meet Margarita (known as Rita by her friends) is in Time on Contempt when Rita and Tissaia come across Ciri and Tissaia mistakes her for an Aretuza novice:

“Why aren’t you in school, novice?’ Tissaia asked in a cold, resonant voice, eyeing Ciri with a penetrating gaze.

‘Wait, Tissaia,’ said the other woman, who was younger, tall and fair-haired, and wore a green dress with a plunging neckline. ‘I don’t know her. I don’t think she’s—’

‘Yes, she is,’ interrupted the dark-haired woman. ‘I’m certain she’s one of your girls, Rita. You can’t know them all. She’s one of the ones who sneaked out of Loxia during the confusion when we were moving dormitories. And she’ll admit as much in a moment. Well, novice, I’m waiting.”

This is ironic because Yennefer brought Ciri to meet with them so she could join Aretuza. This misunderstanding is cleared up and Ciri and Yennefer are invited back with Tissaia and Rita:

“Yennefer, it turned out, knew Tissaia and Margarita very well. The enchantresses invited her to the Silver Heron, the best and most expensive inn in Gors Velen, where Tissaia de Vries was staying, delaying her trip to the island for reasons known only to herself. Margarita Laux-Antille, who, it turned out, was the rectoress of Aretuza, had accepted the older enchantress’s invitation and was temporarily sharing the apartment with her.”

HOW MANY BEDS IN THAT APARTMENT RITA? HOW MANY?

Rita is also described as being very beautiful ---

“Margarita Laux-Antille emerged from the pool with a splash, spraying water everywhere. Ciri couldn’t stop herself looking. She had seen Yennefer naked on several occasions and hadn’t imagined anyone could have a more shapely figure. She was wrong. Even marble statues of goddesses and nymphs would have blushed at the sight of Margarita Laux-Antille undressed.”

She is shown to be extremely magically powerful as well (from Baptism of Fire):

“Philippa Eilhart’s tightly closed eyelids twitched, Triss Merigold panted and there were beads of sweat on Keira Metz’s high forehead. Only on Margarita Laux-Antille’s face was there no sign of fatigue.”

Now Rita ends up not going to Thanedd (if you don’t know what that is you can read about it here). She doesn’t go because, as Tissaia puts it:

“Don’t listen to her, Yennefer,’ said Tissaia coldly. ‘She’s bitter and full of regrets. Do you know why she’s not going to the banquet at Aretuza? Because she’s ashamed to show up alone, without the man she’s been involved with for four years. The man people envied her for. Who she lost because she was unable to value his love.”

Rita is not involved in the ensuing coup but we see her once more in Baptism of Fire as she becomes a part of The Lodge. She believes in their core tenet of female supremacy in magic:

“That’s right,’ Margarita Laux-Antille admitted calmly. ‘I often compare the results of the novices from Aretuza with those of the boys from the school in Ban Ard, and the comparisons are invariably to the girls’ credit. Magic requires patience, delicacy, intelligence, prudence, and perseverance, not to mention the humble, but calm, endurance of defeat and failure. Ambition is the undoing of men. They always want what they know to be impossible and unattainable. And they are unaware of the attainable.”

Now, her highest motivation is always seen as protecting her students and being invested in her school -- Aretuza.

“Politics don’t interest me,’ Margarita Laux-Antille, the rectoress of the academy of magic, announced loudly. ‘I simply do not wish my girls, whose education I’ve dedicated myself to, to be used as mercenaries, pulling the wool over their eyes with slogans about love for one’s homeland. The homeland of those girls is magic; that’s what I teach them. If someone involves my girls in a war, stands them on a new Sodden Hill, they will be lost, irrespective of the result on that battlefield. I understand your reservations, Enid, but we’re here to discuss the future of magic, not issues of race.”

However, Rita is also shown to be politically neutral, with an implied bias for humans.

“I am politically neutral,’ Margarita Laux-Antille chimed in, lifting her head, ‘and my school is politically neutral. I have in mind every type, kind and class of politics which exists!”

This implied bias comes from how she doesn’t empathize with Francesca who she is talking to in the quote above. And in Time of Contempt she sees the Elves as the more violent side of the war:

“There’s a war on, Yennefer. Rayla must have seen her comrades-in-arms falling, alive, into the Squirrels’ clutches many times. Then hung by their arms from trees as target practice. Blinded, castrated, with their feet burnt in campfires. Falka herself wouldn’t have been ashamed of the atrocities committed by the Scoia’tael.”

Magarita goes along with the Lodge’s plans -- including the plan to put Ciri on the throne of Kovir by having him marry her. Then in Lady of the Lake when Yennefer and Ciri are put on “trial” by the Lodge we meet Margarita again.

She is described as dignified and serious. This is an important note because in a scene set in the future, we find out that only two portraits of members of The Lodge survived and one of them being Sile de Tancarville and the other Margarita.

At the “trial” where Ciri technically joins the Lodge and officially declares herself Yennefer’s daughter, Rita is very friendly and open to Ciri. She has no bad blood with Ciri or Yennefer and is generally pleasant to them. Granted, she never goes out of her way to help them like Fringilla did in Baptism of Fire but she was kinder then most.

Rita votes for Ciri, citing Tissaia’s memory:

“I also vote for her,” Margarita said with a smile. “You may wonder at my motivations, ladies, but I do it for Tissaia de Vries. If Tissaia was among us she would not agree that in order to maintain the unity of the Lodge it is necessary to use coercive methods or restriction of personal freedom.”

Overall, Margarita Laux-Antille is a woman who loves her school and her students. She treats Ciri as another student within seconds of meeting her and is sympathetic towards her and Yennefer. Rita was a close friend of Tissaia and a member of the Lodge. We don’t know exactly what happens to her post-canon but she likely met the same fate as the other members of The Lodge. Chased down in the Witcher Hunts.

Hopefully this is helpful @thence-we-came-forth I’m doing the next one soon!!!

[op15-moonwaltz]

The Four Seasons! In order it's Jack Frost, Sierra Ver, Sara Aestas and Otto Herfst! (made using picrew because drawing is very blah)

Jack heralds the winter season (obviously) Sierra heralds the spring season Sara heralds summer and Otto is Autumn!

They're the Seasonal Council, and are practically the only "family" Jack's got that's legendary. (they're all offshoots from Mother Nature in someway)

And a height chart, because damn do we need one. Short king solidarity and tall lady supremacy

Ya'll are gonna meet them officially sometime soon >:)

[eyeshield21trash]

The blonds spectrum: Hiruma, Taki, Sakuraba, Mizumachi?

Blonde Supremacy

I will start with Sakuraba-

Similar- He is really kind, and really loves his friends which guilty any friend I make I will die for them. Not really, but you get the point. Sometimes I think he is a little crybaby- and that fits me really well. I can't help it sometimes ya just got to cry it out. Also, one more thing about him is that he is super passionate about the things he is into, and I have passionate interests as well. Overall he is just a good boy. Differences- TALL. I am a brown haired, sometimes I wish I was blonde or would like to know what it is like. Super athletic, I am so lazy lol, I can't help that I love snacks. He is more outgoing, and I am an introvert. Also he is much cuter than I am LOL.

Taki

Similar- We both have random moments, and I rather do enjoy his outgoing attitude. I am pretty weird, and well we all know how weird he is, he puts his leg in the air 24/7 that is talent if you as me. His loving personality fits mine pretty well too!

Differences- I don't wanna say that I am smart, but he is dumber than a box of rocks. In a good way? I am not a flirt like he is, and I think he could score a nice lady if he wasn't such a weirdo. Another thing I would like to mention is that he is extremely flexible and I can barely lift my leg that high so I clap to his accomplishment.

Hiruma

Similar- I wear black every day for the most part, so our favorite color is pretty spot on. I love dark esthetic and he just fits that, and more. Also, I have the same ear piercings as he does, and I want more which I can see him having more than just the two. His personality just the psycho and there are days that I can totally relate, especially at work. Crazy pet parents drive me inside, I work for a vet clinic and I swear I have seen a Cerberus in our hospital. I am also addicted to gum, and you know that boy is always chewing sugarless gum.

Differences- YO- I am not as smart as he is, and I never will be but I would like to say that I am. Guns are not my thing, and he will never not carry guns anywhere he goes. Also, he has an attitude that I can't compare to- he is just pure evil. I love that. I can't lie like he can, he is a master of all trades in his craft ( his craft being a complete dick.) I can't be mean to people, I am too nice for my own good sometimes.

Mizumachi

Similar- Crackhead energy- we both have that. His constant happy go lucky attitude is perfect to mine, I am pretty laid back for the most part, but like again we both have our crack head moments. Also, the way he just wants to be friends with everyone is adorable and I cherish the friends that I have now. In that prospective I love him for that. Goooooofy is an understatement he is a silly mo-fo. Maybe that is why he is so enjoyable in the series. Differences- I can't compare to how tall he is okay, he is a brick wall. He kinda is the curious type, and I am not a risk taker like he is. Ladies you know what I am talking about if you did read the books. Another goofy one to mention is the fact he doesn't know personal space? Maybe I overthink on that one, but when he went to high hive with Agon and Sena at the moment I can't even.

[ohshitmomitsawritingblog]

Okay. But Crack s/o headcanons you did for narutobwere hilarious. I think we should do those for the others. Like Obito and Kakashi

I'll start. Obito deserves a Amazon tall lady. One tgat can simply pick him up. Put him in her pocket and walk away. I believe in taller wife supremacy. Kakashi totally deserves a pervert. Someone really really unashamed.

Obito needs an s/o who loves to complain and gossip as much as he does and puts the phone on speaker every time a friend calls them with a problem explicitly so he can listen in. Has definitely gotten arrested for fighting in public. Has their picture on some shitty bar’s wall for most chicken wings eaten or something.

Kakashi needs an s/o who has a record. Both men scream ‘I like a person whose made their friends eat their teeth when drunk’. The disorderly in public type. A partner who walks up the stairs behind him and jams their fingers into his taint/ass because it’s funny. Shameless.

[scpstarvation]

1: 100 lb, 4'9 ish (depends on posture a bit tbh? idk) (not counting this cuz i've already posted abt it)

2: i like my height, it has a lot of pros to it. girls don't hit on me often but are really surprised by my strength for my height and it makes me happy (manlet supremacy fr). i get doted on in some circumstances (like at the pumpkin patch this lady helped me w/ an event thinking i was like 10 or under) ppl think i'm a kiddo sometimes. i can still wear clothes from when i was a kid . my hair looks longer/tales less time to look grown out than it would on a tall person. my bmi goes down more by each lb . women seem to just think i'm adorable even tho i'm a metalhead and dress appropriately.

3: current fave image

this one, you can't see his body much but you can tell he's thin. his hips are wide/curvy but he's still masculine. he embodies the raw, harmful masculinity that is suffering just to suffer, because men don't need food, care or love . he's tiny but brutal , powerful and miserable.

4: that i might not look as muscular as I expect to in the end and that my body won't want to build muscle so i'll get fat trying.

5: got triggered on my bday, I was misgendered all afternoon then mom bitched at me for ruining it. I lost my appetite and I just went with it. Everyone I know irl treats me so much worse than the women they know all because i'm a guy. If being a man is about needlessly suffering under the illusion that you are supposed to be strong in all ways and that strength should erase anything human about you, then at the very least I should feel more physically masculine for my woes.

i may sound like i have fragile masculinity here, n i do. if you're a dilf pls come put me in my place uwu.

6: I don't think so? sometimes i over eat because of ill planning , disruption of routine or an event that needs more energy of me.

[thisissooriginal]

THROWDOWN! - Lil Mac vs Raymundo

Opening shot of a large arena filled with roaring fans, with the bright neon letters spelling out "THROWDOWN!" shining above the stage. The camera zooms in on two rowdy announcers standing at the center of the stage, Todd and Bomhoff.

TODD: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting episode of THROWDOWN! Where the toughest fighters from across fictional media battle it out for ultimate supremacy!"

BOMHOFF: "That's right Todd, and tonight's first match is going to be a real doozy. In one corner, we have the pint-sized powerhouse from Punch Out, Lil Mac!"

The camera cuts to Lil Mac, a small but muscular boxer wearing green shorts and gloves, bouncing on his feet as he stares down his opponent.

TODD: "And in the other corner, we have a master of martial arts from the Xiaolin Showdown series, Raymundo!"

The camera switches to Raymundo, a tall and lean warrior with a serious expression, dressed in a black and white gi.

BOMHOFF: "Let's get this fight started!"

The bell rings, and Lil Mac charges towards Raymundo, throwing a series of quick jabs and hooks. Raymundo dodges and weaves, effortlessly evading Lil Mac's attacks.

RAYMUNDO: "Is that all you've got, little man?"

Lil Mac growls and lunges forward with a powerful uppercut, but Raymundo catches his fist and twists his arm, flipping him over his shoulder and slamming him onto the ground.

TODD: "Wow, what a move! Raymundo showing off his impressive martial arts skills there!"

Lil Mac quickly gets back up, wiping the sweat from his brow.

LIL MAC: "You're pretty good. But I'm not done yet!"

He charges forward again, this time throwing a flurry of punches so fast they're almost a blur. Raymundo blocks and parries each one, then delivers a lightning-fast kick to Lil Mac's stomach, sending him flying across the arena.

BOMHOFF: "And that's gotta hurt! Lil Mac taking a serious hit there!"

Lil Mac staggers to his feet, breathing heavily. Raymundo steps forward, poised for the final blow.

RAYMUNDO: "It's over, kid. You can't beat me."

But Lil Mac isn't giving up yet. He grits his teeth and charges forward, throwing a powerful punch that connects with Raymundo's jaw. The impact sends Raymundo flying backwards, crashing into the wall of the arena.

TODD: "What a comeback! Lil Mac not willing to go down without a fight!"

But as Raymundo slowly gets back up, Todd and Bomhoff's faces turn serious.

BOMHOFF: "Uh-oh, looks like Raymundo is tapping into some serious energy here. He's got that look in his eyes."

RAYMUNDO: "You're tougher than I thought, kid. But now I'm going to show you the true power of the Xiaolin warriors!"

He unleashes a powerful chi blast, a beam of pure energy that shoots towards Lil Mac. The boxer tries to dodge, but the blast hits him full force, sending him flying across the arena and slamming into the opposite wall.

TODD: "And that's it! Raymundo with the finishing move, taking Lil Mac down for the count!"

BOMHOFF: "But don't worry folks, Lil Mac will be back in action soon thanks to the Lorekeeper's magical powers!"

As the camera zooms in on Lil Mac's motionless body, a shimmering, glowing figure appears beside him. It's the Lorekeeper, a mysterious being that has the power to revive defeated contestants.

The Lorekeeper stretches out a hand and places it on Lil Mac's forehead. There's a bright flash of light, and Lil Mac's eyes snap open. He takes a deep breath and stands up, looking around in confusion.

LIL MAC: "What happened? Did I... did I lose?"

Todd and Bomhoff rush over to him, grinning broadly.

TODD: "You sure did, kid. But that was one heck of a fight!"

BOMHOFF: "You gave it your all, but in the end, Raymundo's chi blast was just too much for you."

Lil Mac nods slowly, looking a bit disappointed.

LIL MAC: "I'll have to train harder next time. I won't let him beat me again!"

The crowd cheers, and the announcers lead Lil Mac out of the arena as the camera pans out to show the next contestants waiting in the wings.

TODD: "Well folks, that's it for this round of THROWDOWN! But don't go anywhere, because we've got plenty more fights coming your way!"

BOMHOFF: "That's right, and who knows who will come out on top in this next battle? Tune in next time to find out!"

The camera fades to black as the sound of cheering fans echoes in the background. Another thrilling episode of THROWDOWN! has come to an end, but the excitement and anticipation of the next battle lingers on.