#bailey stew

[weevmo]

All they do is occasionally throw Bailey a Thank You for making them Happen! A 'Happy Happening Day' they express once in a while when they feel grateful.

Bailey can't do birthdays or big celebrations - but he has his moments of making an occasion special!

[distorted-smile]

The vision was so much better than the product…I heard the song and I wanted to do something with them for a while but but but my skills are not the level, I apologise. One day I’ll hopefully level up!!

Characters belong to @weevmo

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4F4OfDsEveignE19mYgj5V?si=GqWUL-gERHe6IixqzuwBBw

[danwhobrowses]

I still can't believe Critical Role in the span of 2 weeks went 'hey remember that ship you like? Well we have this whole episode endorsing it which is awesome' just to suck me in and then this week go 'now that we got the table invested, Taliesin will now whiplash everyone like Imodna did with the sisterzoning but also maybe denial or gauging reactions' and then leave us on that FOR THREE WEEKS

[dol-dee]

chibified bastards

the relationship chart is my excuse to finally post these chibies! Please note that I've only included the NPC's that I already created designs for. Otherwise Robin would be included, naturally

[plulp]

I NEED NY FACE IN BAILEYS TITS HOLY SHIT - prairie anon

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 46

Claire was quite concerned with how worried and on edge Loki seemed to be. It made her on edge, too.

When they got home, Matt and David came round about an hour later.

‘You really think Chris will try something?’ Matt asked Loki as the three vampires sat at the table in the kitchen with a beer, while Claire cooked dinner with a glass of wine.

Bat was on the table too, like she was listening intently to the conversation, though she did keep an eye on Claire too incase there was any food on offer.

Loki had said they’d just order takeaway, but Claire offered to cook. She was planning to make stew, knowing how much Loki loves it. Though the thought of having to fight with three vampires for the toilet wouldn’t be ideal, as she knew Loki would have a tantrum if she didn’t add garlic. So she just opted for something else entirely and was cooking up lasagne.

‘Definitely. I’ve never seen him so angry before, if dad hadn’t been there, he would’ve killed me. Without a doubt.’ Loki said with certainty.

Matt and David’s eyebrows shot upwards. ‘Do you really think having us two as backup will help if he does come knocking?’ David asked as he took a big swig of his beer.

‘One of you can try and keep him from killing me while the other goes to get my dad.’ Loki said as he also took a big mouthful of beer.

‘I’ll get your dad!’ Both Matt and David said at the same time.

Claire wanted to laugh, but the situation was quite worrying she couldn’t really see the humour in it. Her stomach was in knots, even though she knew having Matt and David here was a bit of extra security.

When dinner was ready, they all sat around the table to eat. They were a bit calmer and able to enjoy their food as they chatted away about other things. Bat had her own little plate of some mince that Claire had left to the side for her without any onions or sauce in it.

‘You spoil that cat.’ Matt laughed as he reached over to stroke said cat.

‘At least now I can blame it all on Claire.’ Loki teased with a smirk.

‘Pssssht. She was already spoiled rotten before I even knew you, don’t deny it!’ Claire argued back as she pointed her fork at him, making him chuckle.

‘Exactly. Remember that time it was Severus’ birthday, we all got him a cake and you snuck a piece home, just for Bat?’ David reminded him.

Loki looked a little sheepish as he shrugged. ‘Well… Bat should get to enjoy the celebrations that we do, too.’

‘That’s why she was so desperate to get at my birthday cake, she has a sweet tooth.’ Claire laughed.

‘She does.’ Loki sighed. ‘She’s rather partial to a little bit of baileys too on an evening.’

Claire giggled, while David and Matt shook their heads in disbelief. Bat let out a small chirp from the side of the table.

After dinner, Loki did the dishes while the others went through to the living room to relax for a while before going to bed.

‘Has Loki ever been this worried about Chris trying to hurt him before?’ Claire asked quietly, though she wouldn’t be surprised if Loki could still hear her from the kitchen.

‘No, not that I can think of.’ David shook his head.

‘Chris loves his job, he does it take it seriously. He does care for the students and his teachers, this will be a big blow to him for sure.’ Matt said.

‘I don’t get why they want to change things up. I mean, Loki would be a great head teacher if he does decide to take it.’ Claire said softly.

‘He really would.’ Matt agreed.

‘Do you think he will take the job, if Chris can’t get them to change their minds?’ David asked Claire.

‘I’m not sure, he hasn’t really said much about it. I think he’s too worried about what Chris might do right now.’ Claire sighed.

‘Well, we will do our best to help if trouble does come knocking.’ David said firmly.

-

For the following few days, there was no sign of Chris. It was like he’d gone off the radar completely. Loki had relaxed a little bit, though was still on edge. Matt and David had said they’d be happy to stay more nights, but Loki didn’t want to burden them anymore. They said they’d be on the end of the phone, if anything did happen to call them and just hang up after one ring, they’d be straight there.

‘I don’t know whether to be more worried or not that Chris has just gone completely AWOL.’ Loki said to Claire on Thursday morning while they prepped for the day ahead.

‘It is strange. Though maybe for the best, maybe he’s clearing his head and will come back calmer. Hopefully…’

‘I certainly hope so.’ Loki said as Claire walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, he smiled and kissed her forehead. ‘Thank you for putting up with me this week. I know I’ve been antsy and probably not easy to be around.’

‘So… what’s been the change?’ Claire teased.

Loki growled at her and tickled her sides, making her giggle.

‘You’ve been fine, love. I know it’s worrying, you don’t need to apologise.’ Claire assured him and pressed her head in against his chest.

Loki ran his fingers through her hair, she always soothed him. He would be lost without her, that was for sure.

‘Hopefully he comes back before Saturday night’s party, I don’t know if I’ll be able to fully enjoy the Halloween night if I’m constantly worrying and looking around for him.’ Loki sighed.

‘I doubt he’d try anything at the party, besides if he does, there’s plenty of vampires around to protect you. It will probably be safer than being at home!’ Claire said as she looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest.

Loki smiled and nodded. ‘That’s very true.’ He hummed.

‘It’ll be fine.’ Claire said confidently as she reluctantly pulled away from him to place some textbooks on everyone’s table. ‘He’s bound to have calmed down by now, it’s been a few days. I think if he was going to do something dangerous, he would’ve done it already.’

Loki smiled across the room at her and nodded. ‘You’re right, darling.’

-

In a small underground nightclub, in a city across the country, around forty or so bodies lay strewn in various predicaments around the place.

The flashing lights still lit up the room sporadically in a multitude of colours. Music continued to blare out from the DJ system, even though the DJ lay lifeless across the mixing table, blood dripping from his neck with a huge chunk of flesh torn out.

The security guard’s bodies could be found just inside the doorway, in a puddle of their own blood. The few bartenders that had been working that night lay dead behind the bar, smashed glasses beside them.

One man who was left, the last one alive, scrambled backwards to get away from the monster that had arrived just mere minutes ago, causing the carnage inside, he’d watched his girlfriend get torn to pieces right on front of him. Trying to save her had been pointless, he was simply tossed across the room.

Now, the monster was after him. He’d fallen over and was backed to the wall on the ground, crying and pleading for his life. He’d been happily drunk just five minutes previously, but seeing the massacre had rapidly sobered him up.

The vampire was covered in blood, his clothes were soaked in it. His mouth dripped with so much blood as his fangs remained visible. His eyes were a terrifying deep dark red.

‘No amount of pleading will save you.’ The vampire snarled, then without more fooling around he launched for him.

He went straight for the neck of course, the sound of the man screaming in agony was like music to the vampire’s ears as he sucked the blood out of him.

From the adrenaline of fear, the man’s heart was working overtime and sent so much blood through his veins that just got sucked right out. The man turned pale white and passed out, before dying shortly after. The vampire could hear the man’s heartbeat slow, then it came to a complete stop.

Once he’d had his fill, the vampire dropped the body to his feet and he stood up straight. He looked around the room, at the sea of bodies, while he breathed in deeply. There wasn’t one survivor, no heartbeat could be heard.

He let out an angry snarl as he punched the wall, putting a large hole right through. It just wasn’t enough. It didn’t help ease his anger and pain one bit.

‘No… I know exactly what I need to do back in Redbridge.’ Chris snarled.

[digenerate-trash]

Do a remaster on the Yan bailey smut but this time it’s DOB yan bailey please and thank you 💕☺️💕

God, I want all of the Dob characters so badly (dob harper is so disgusting I wanna fuck him until I bleed out.) Back to badly tho!!!

AMAB Bailey | GN PC

Bailey has always been kind of a mystery. He's got a lot of things that a caretaker wouldn't have. Nice clothes and, a polite demeanor. He's always well put together and calm. It's nothing like you would imagine someone surrounded by children to be. He's so kind and clean that you're not even sure why some of the more deranged threats you've heard around town threaten to send people to "the caretaker"

Bailey is so kind to you that the moment you're in his office begging for any kind of job he agrees. You tell him you're new to cleaning and general care but you'll do your best. And to your surprise, he believes you.

Every hour he checks on you. He makes light conversation with you and pats your little head. You always smile at him when he does these things it makes you both feel nice.

Near the end of your first shift, you saw him in the kitchen. His gloves are shoved haphazardly into his back pocket and his sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he portions and cuts bits of meat for a stew. His hands are a bit shaky his knuckles are covered in bruises, fresh ones. He seems a little frustrated so you offer to help.

He steps aside letting you... and from then on you are allowed to stay even past dinner. Bailey still pays you for your time as long as you eat in his office with him.

The first meal you both had was strange. He kept staring. Every spoonful of stew was good but slightly strange as Bailey watched. It's like he was waiting for something to happen... you could never figure it out. But he got less strange after that. Every meal since he's been staring less and less. You're grateful for it.

Getting paid by Bailey is always a journey though. He jokes and laughs and makes conversation with you. It's clear he's stretching out this time he's supposed to be paying you for your work. One time he even joked that if you married him he'd take care of the loan sharks that were terrorizing your family....

You never mentioned them to him before...

Bailey's advances only get less subtle as the days and weeks go on. It's good work. You get a meal every day. The orphans call you "mom" sometimes and Bailey refers to you as his spouse. Every day there's meat on the table and you get enough money each week to keep you and your family above water. But never enough to quit your job with Bailey...

And then it happens. You bring up the wrong question while you're helping make dinner. But how were you supposed to know?

"Where do you get all this meat anyway?" You ask offhandedly. Sure you're curious but you are not pressed for the answer. In your mind, it doesn't matter. Bailey can afford it. So why wouldn't he?

Bailey twitches a bit he smirks when he tilts his head at you. "I cut my meat. I save every bit. Makes things cheaper." He explains but he pauses too long between every sentence. Like an inside joke, no one is laughing along too.

You try to laugh it off but Bailey gets closer. "You want to see it?" Bailey asks. But you back away from him. You don't.

Bailey reaches out to pet your head just like the softer moments before. "You are basically part of the family. I can tell you."

Family. That dreaded word again. Bailey brings it up in front of the orphans far too often for your liking. You don't need to be Bailey's family. You have your own.

Bailey grips your hips before shoving you into the counter. It hits your lower back stunning you a bit. You didn't see this coming- his gloved hands press bruises into your hips.

He leans down to kiss you forcefully his mouth tastes of blood. So much blood that it's got to be unhealthy. You choke as his tongue presses over yours your mouth is coated in his saliva.

Bailey pulls away from you a bit before he hooks his hand into your waistband and shoves it down exposing your body to the warm air of the kitchen. Bailey hoists you up onto the counter with a surprising amount of strength before dipping his face between your legs to lick at you.

Bailey is covering you in his drool no part of your groin is left untouched as he licks and bites away between your thighs. You trembling now your mouth still tastes like blood and you bite back moans and little sounds as Bailey makes sure you feel thoughily violated.

It feels like hours before he pulls away from your hips. He adjusts them as close to the edge of the counter as he can before he unzips his pants letting his cock spring out and tease at your wet hole. He pets your head lightly before grabbing you by the back of your neck and holding you tightly before thrusting in. Bailey is so rough with your body that it hurts. No matter how hard he tried to prepare you. Bailey is big...

He leans in still holding you by the scruff before whispering to you. "You're mine now." He lets out a dark chuckle before he continues his thrusting is getting worse. The counter rattles with every movement and what's worse is Bailey seems to be enjoying himself too much. You tried to be nice and accept his help. You just wanted a job. You just wanted things to be easy for once

You whimper and whine as he keeps pressing into you your body feels cheap and used as Bailey holds you tightly Bailey rubs the outline of his dick in your stomach with his thumb. He's proud as he feels it making you look.

when bailey finally cums inside you he keeps your hips pressed tightly against his. Every twitch of his dick is felt by your over-sensitive walls. And bailey laughs a bit when he finally pulls out he grabs your leg keeping your spread open as he looks at your hole dripping his cum onto the counter.

"You look good enough to eat-"

[raspberrysmoon]

RICHIE and jerries

oooo these are fun ones!!! yippee

richie is. dead. even moreso than ruth is. he hasnt got much else going on anymore

he spends his existence in a small bedroom with a tv and internet access, though he can't communicate outside of the black. he uses his afterlife to spend money he'd never had before on merch for animes he hadn't had time to watch in life

he's seen the starwars series a few more times, too. ruth likes his room as a way to escape the lights of her stage. she green of his room burns her eyes, just as the blue of her stage burns his.

they ignore the screaming.

jeri.

jeri has two jobs: her summer job at camp idonwannabang, and her full time job as a watcherworld employee.

her summers are spent trying to keep the campers alive. she's going grey in her 20s because of that place, though, she'd never leave. she doesn't know where the bodies are going. she doesn't want to. she looks away deliberately.

her life is spent at watcherworld, hanging out with kids and tending to rides. she's never figured she'd work in a themepark, but she cant even think about leaving without getting a migraine. she loves watcherworld.

jeri loves children. she wants nothing more than to help children. she figures, between camp and watcherworld, that she's doing the best she can. she'd never change it.

jerry... oh, jerry.

jerry is.... well, he's a cannibal. for this, the rest of this post has a trigger warning for talks of cannibalism, murder and general death.

jerry figured he shouldn't just... waste the children who die. and, jeri likes the meat in their favorite stew! it.. works out.

he doesn't know how this happened, or why it started. he doesn't remember. nothing else tastes very good to him anymore.

he spends hours at his desk in the winter, typing frantically to divert suspicion onto anyone that isn't him. for now, he's point his finger at the murrays. why do they live in the witchwood, he asks, if not to hide bodies? nobody has caught on yet. he won't let them.

(officer bailey at the hfpd did. he.. moved to clivesdale a few days later.)

jerry will not let something so good go to waste just because little jerrie doesn't like what the person did. he has better plans. one of those plans is to get rid of the people who look too close.

[weevmo]

The Stew Crew (And Dahlia's) height chart - Nailing this down for Reasons and things!

(@kmodoposts laid this out for me! Logo by Them)

[yukii0nna]

Katie Lone

Voiced by: Erika Ishii

Age: 24

Birthday: 7/19

Occupation: Blue Pegasus wizard

Magic: Smoke make

Style: Anything that looks good,of course!! But I do prefer Hoodies at home

Flaws: I can be kinda nosy at times. And I've been told that I can take things too far.

Pet Peeves: I hate ruined dresses!!! Also slipt ends. Also hurt my Boyfriend at your own risk!!! I dare you to!!

Favorite food: Spicy chicken is the stuff for me!!

Least favorite food: Sour tuna stew makes me sick

Hobbies:I like to listen to music in my spare time. I also enjoy gardening

Personality

Katie is a fun loving girl with a love for her garden. She'swoman who loves to tease everyone. She also can take things too far at times. That said she's a selfless,kind woman who will make sure you're doing well.

Friends

Crel Hivi

Alici Scarlet

Zach Bailey (boyfriend)

Rose Lavillent

Skills

Makeup: Know how to put on makeup in a pinch.

Smoke make magic: can make and control smoke in various ways . She usually uses it to make binds.

Strength: Is pretty strong

Trivia

Despite her magic,making she's not a fan of smoking herself.

Is trans,MTF

Is kinda adopted by the Lavillents

Sees Earth as a fun place

Loves giving makeovers

Actually has decent love advice

@zephyre-fantasmic @zexal-club @kousaka-ayumu @anxious-twisted-vampire @nproduction626 @abyssthing198 @punkeropercyjackson @writing-heiress @insomniac-jay

[beesmiley]

Get to Know Your Tav!

tagged by @moonslittlestar - thanks for tagging me!

PHLOX NANADI | Wood Elf | Circle of the Land Druid & Beast Master Ranger | She/Her | Mid 30s

What is your Tav’s…

Favorite Weapon: Bow and Arrows

Style of Combat: Calculated and precise from a distance.

Most Prized Possession: A fairy tale book that Gale had gifted to her in her youth.

Deepest Desire: To protect her family and Gale.

Guilty Pleasure: Reading smut - her and Shadowheart often give recommendations to each other.

Best-Kept Secret: The fact she knew Gale as a child. It's not until his Act 2 romance scene that this is revealed to him. She also hides that she was once engaged until she runs into her abusive ex-fiancé in Baldur's Gate.

Greatest Strength: Her curiosity and love of learning. Her knowledge of nature and useful plants has been incredibly helpful to the party.

Fatal Flaw: She feels she needs to save everyone in danger.

Favorite Smell: Coffee

Favorite Spell or Cantrip: Misty Step

Pet Peeve: People talking down at her.

Bad Habit: Self-isolating when having a hard time. Bailey (her wolf companion) is often found resting his head on her like a weighted blanket.

Hidden Talent: She enjoys dancing and singing.

Leisure Activity: Reading with Gale, swimming in the lake with Bailey and the party, napping or reading under the shade of a tree

Favorite Drink: Phlox doesn't drink alcohol, but loves a warm cup of coffee.

Comfort Food: Her mom's Stout Stew.

Favorite Person: Gale (in a relationship) - Wyll & Karlach (best friends) - Jaheira (mentor and her rock)

Favored Display of Affection (platonic and/or romantic): Platonically - getting her to laugh basically seals the deal for your friendship. You'll often run into issues later where even looking at each other in tense moments may cause the giggles to bubble between you. Romantic - kissing her partner's palm when they hold her face. She is also a cuddler and loves to tuck her face into the crook of her partner's neck to place kisses or rest against their heart to listen to their heartbeat.

Fondest Childhood Memory: Spending time in her childhood treehouse with Gale - they spent many hours there reading, sharing stories, and enjoying some alone time together.

I don't have anyone to tag, so please if you see this, feel free to answer to and tag me! I love making new BG3 friends and meeting your Tavs!

[dweemeister]

The Strawberry Blonde (1941)

During the height of the Old Hollywood Studio System – when studios themselves contracted directors, actors, writers, and other craftspersons – Warner Bros. found its niche as the “dark” studio. Warners might not have invented the gangster picture, but they codified its archetypes and tropes, becoming synonymous with the subgenre. In the early 1940s, director Raoul Walsh (a film noir pioneer; 1940’s They Drive by Night and 1941’s High Sierra) was nearing the peak of his career and actor James Cagney (1938’s Angels with Dirty Faces, 1949’s White Heat) was perhaps Warners’ most bankable star. Walsh was known for his proto-noir works and crime dramas; Cagney arguably the era’s definitive gangster actor. By 1941, both needed something different to work with.

Adapted by brothers Julius J. and Philip G. Epstein from James Hagan’s pastoral stage play One Sunday Afternoon, The Strawberry Blonde was exactly what both men sought. The Strawberry Blonde – often billed as a romantic comedy because it is a much lighter adaptation than 1933’s One Sunday Afternoon (starring Gary Cooper and Fay Wray) – is a celebration of simple, unadorned love. Though not a gag-a-minute comedy, Walsh’s uncharacteristic film shines through the performances from Cagney and especially Olivia de Havilland (three years removed from The Adventures of Robin Hood and two from Gone with the Wind). It is a joyous and nostalgic production; perhaps it should be no wonder it was a career favorite film for Walsh and a highlight for Cagney.

The Strawberry Blonde occupies two time periods. The film is set in New York City sometime in the late nineteen aughts or early 1910s, but primarily told through flashback during the late 1890s. In the flashback, Biff Grimes (James Cagney) aspires to become a dentist and yearns for a strawberry blonde socialite named Virginia Brush (Rita Hayworth; whose singing voice is, in a fleeting scene, not dubbed for the only time in her career). Along with his buddy and soon-to-be business partner, Hugo Barnstead (Jack Carson), they go on a messy double date with Virginia and her friend, the nurse and suffragist-leaning Amy Lind (Olivia de Havilland). Upon first impressions, Biff considers Amy to be the less attractive, amusing, and sociable girl. When fate – or, more precisely, Hugo’s duplicity – intervenes, Biff and Amy find love together and marry. While Biff begins studying for a dentistry diploma by mail correspondence, the two navigate financial and personal travails. Despite the marriage, Biff harbors a stewing resentment towards Hugo and a lingering covetousness towards Virginia apparent in the film’s bookends.

Among the bit players are Alan Hale as Biff’s father; George Tobias as Biff’s and Amy’s Greek immigrant friend, Nicholas Pappalas; Una O’Connor as Mrs. Mulcahey; and George Reeves (a future television Superman) as a belligerent, loudmouth, mustachioed college man who – due to his sweater – I choose to believe is from Yale. The four actors listed here, all Warner Bros. contractees at the time, each have their memorable moments.

The Strawberry Blonde serves as a memorialization to the time of Walsh and Cagney’s upbringing, similar to Vincente Minnelli’s Meet Me in St. Louis (1944) at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) and, if one wants to draw a modern throughline, the Duffer Brothers’ Stranger Things. In many ways, the film also feels like a musical. There are numerous diegetic performances of songs – whether by our central cast or a band – popular during the turn of the century. “The Band Played On” (from which the film derives its title; “Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde / and the band played on”), “Bill Bailey”, “The Fountain in the Park”, “Meet Me in St. Louis”, “Wait ‘Till the Sun Shines, Nellie”, and much more fill the soundtrack. Composer Heinz Roemheld’s (1942’s Yankee Doodle Dandy, 1947’s The Lady from Shanghai) work adapts many of these songs into a boisterous, energetic score. Roemheld knows when to dial his orchestra back during the film’s most intimate scenes, but this wall-to-wall score evokes the period. Ostensibly, according to the screenplay, it was a time of romantic walks and live music performances in almost all social settings. In a sense, these decisions make The Strawberry Blonde into a sort of half-musical.

With his most recent movie being the film noir High Sierra (1941) with Ida Lupino and Humphrey Bogart, the transition from a largely outdoors-set crime drama to interior-heavy romantic comedy nevertheless suited Walsh. Walsh receives immeasurable help from one of the best cinematographers ever in James Wong Howe (1941’s Abe Lincoln in Illinois, 1963’s Hud). Howe’s signature high-contrast, low key lighting – generally associated with film noir – is not present much in The Strawberry Blonde. But what Walsh and Howe accomplish is making a bygone decade contemporary again. Outside the film’s romantic scenes including Cagney and de Havilland or Cagney and Hayworth, the film’s frames overflow with activity. With masterful use of blocking and mise en scène in these moments, Walsh and Howe’s frames are always dynamic, moving – but not swooping – alongside masses of extras and supporting characters rather than staying put, as if taking still photography. A static camera during Biff’s dates out on town would immediately render The Strawberry Blonde as a dusty artifact, a creaky throwback. Stationary cinematography has its uses when there are plenty of actors on-screen, but such a decision would make this remake too much like its 1930s original. Instead, in conjunction with Orry-Kelly’s (1951’s An American in Paris, 1959’s Some Like It Hot) outstanding costume design, the past leaps out of the history books and memories to be present again.

The notable instances in which Walsh and Howe keep their camera as rigid as possible are when Biff finds himself at the park bench where he and Amy first met. The set for the park also happens to be art director Robert M. Haas’ (1941’s The Maltese Falcon, 1949’s The Inspector General) plainest craftsmanship in the entire film. These scenes are the most obviously soundstage-bound moments – the too-perfect grass, the flatness, and lack of discernible lighting – despite the extras strolling in the deep background. The Strawberry Blonde’s park scenes mark the beginning and the renewal of Biff and Amy’s relationship, rendering them arguably the romantic highlights of the film. The contrast from these scenes to places such as the beer garden, the Central Park Zoo, or the Statue of Liberty make them the least “present” of the film. Some viewers less experienced in Old Hollywood (or those who, wrongfully, dismiss the style altogether) might complain about the obvious artifice in those park bench scenes with Biff and Amy, but my goodness does the aesthetic contrast make one take notice. Not only that, but the Epstein brothers’ dialogue for Cagney and de Havilland here is gently funny, and filled with warmth.

James Cagney, with his vaudeville background, was known for his physically exaggerated performances that nevertheless maintained a raw emotional core. That works to his benefit throughout The Strawberry Blonde, in which the character of Biff often sounds calm and measured, but his words bely fearfulness and bitterness. Despite the tough-guy gangster persona he often played in Warners’ gangster pictures, there are shades of Cagney’s later performance as George M. Cohan in Yankee Doodle Dandy here. Look at the grace in his dancing at the beer garden, a seemingly spontaneous cartwheel upon learning wonderful news, and how he putters about restlessly when conversing with Amy for the first time while expecting Virginia to show up. But also notice his weariness during the film’s bookends, how he accepts – but does not despair about – his station in life.

Olivia de Havilland is Cagney’s equal in this film, and a great foil to Rita Hayworth (whose character of Virginia is depicted as more conventionally attractive, but possesses a casual cruelty and vanity that gradually reveals itself). A middle-class nurse is an unusual role for an actress known at the time for mostly playing rich women and/or Errol Flynn’s love interest in swashbucklers or Westerns. As Amy, de Havilland curiously receives two “introductory” scenes in the film – both radically different from the other in storytelling function, reflecting the rarity of a second first impression and Biff’s tendency to see only surface details. Seemingly reserved but playful when she wishes to be, de Havilland’s Amy is an absolute delight of a character from the moment she appears. One crucial moment late in the film – in which Biff is dancing around an implied truth so that he can soften the blow for Amy – is heartbreaking acting from both. De Havilland’s movement and her glance outside the window in that scene epitomizes the agony in that moment. Knowing both actors’ resumes, I initially came into The Strawberry Blonde thinking that, on paper, Cagney and de Havilland would be a romantic mismatch. What a happy surprise it is to be completely wrong.

Unlike contemporary films that might take a nostalgic trip to a decade like the 1970s, ‘80s, or ‘90s, The Strawberry Blonde feels, at times, truly transporting. The incredible attention to visual details and especially the diegetic music (too often those newer nostalgia-driven movies resort to pin drops of non-diegetic music) help immensely. Though the film suggests an immigrant experience that would have been appropriate for turn-of-the-century New York, The Strawberry Blonde declines to say more about it – most likely a result of the original source material (“pickaninny”, a derogatory term that refers to black or dark-skinned children, is casually used in a song’s lyric).

At the center of this rich period detail lies an honest love between two people flowing through life’s currents. Sometimes their love is troubled with melodramatics, but they find ways to comfort and help the other with humor and goodness. Sure, it can be sentimental stuff. But it endures an upsettingly difficult test. The Strawberry Blonde has no designs to being other than a sincere love story and a fond lookback of another time. As such, it triumphs – with just one more chorus of “The Band Played On”, if you please.

My rating: 7.5/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog (as of July 1, 2020, tumblr is not permitting certain posts with links to appear on tag pages, so I cannot provide the URL). Half-points are always rounded down.

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

[krikeymate]

Part 2 of the Jason and Greg AU please and thank you!!! :D

Someone else has saved me from trying to figure out how this all goes down, love you, folks. Part 1 here.

Jason leaves Sam to stew overnight. Her fear and desperation will only enhance the movie, make the kill more delicious. Greg pops by in the early hours of the morning to savour the scene himself.

Tara Carpenter, alone and helpless, taped to a bolted-down chair. There's no escape for her. The perfect victim, damned for being loved. Her story will be a tragedy, and people will eat it up. Greg brushes her hair back from her face. Their perfect little victim, the little sister. Jason runs the knife lightly across her cheek, it's so sharp that even the slightest pressure splits her open. He savours the blood that begins to leak. He wants more, to see how much blood her body holds, to see how much she can take... but Greg is side-eying him, pulling the knife away. "We need her alive," he says. "Do we?" Jason replies.

They take more pictures, this time on their burner phones. The picture quality isn't as good, it doesn't quite capture the beauty of the display, but needs must. They don't want to be caught, they don't want to be tracked. They have to finish the movie.

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Quinn's father was less than useless. What good is the police if they can't even track one phone?! Her sister is all alone out there, at the mercy of some psychopaths. They could have done anything to her, they could be doing anything to her... she could be... no. No. Tara's alive, she's fine, she has to be. They won't- This is about Sam. They won't kill her, they want Sam. Oh god, Tara doesn't even have her inhaler, and she's missed two doses now. Sam's worst nightmares are unfolding before her very eyes.

This is her fault. She should have- she should have tried harder to convince Tara to stay in, she should have supported her better, maybe then Tara wouldn't constantly be hiding from her, trying to escape from her. Maybe if she had just been better this wouldn't have happened.

Sam can't stop looking at the picture.

She's spent the entire night roaming the streets, interrogating drunk partygoers, screaming at Chad and Mindy for letting Tara out of their sight after they promised they would look out for her, yelling at the police to do something. Sam's exhausted, and the sight of her father in the mirror is only the cherry on the cake. He doesn't even say anything, just stands there and stares. There's something in his eyes that says it'll be ok. Sam hates how it reassures her. Her phone rings.

"Hello, Samantha. I hear your sister is missing, I hope she's ok."

"Fuck you."

"Well, now, that's not very nice, is it? And here I was, calling to offer my help."

"Now listen here yo-"

"Nuhuhuh. You listen to me. We're going to play a game, Samantha. If you win, you get your sister back. If you lose, well, I guess she'll need to lose something too."

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Jason and Greg think they're so clever, those stupid little boys. Bailey knows all about their secret little phones, their plans, the little games they're playing with Sam and her friends. He wants to get it over with, take his revenge on Sam and be done with it, but Ethan and Quinn convinced him to wait. They say it's better this way, that they can swoop in at the last minute and get our revenge while those two do all the dirty work and take the fall.

It's perfect.

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Sam stumbles into the shrine still splattered in Chad's blood. She played their fucking games, she sacrificed three fucking people for a picture, a clue, a trail to her sister. But she's here now. She has to be here.

There's a figure up on the stage, slumped in a chair, and Sam doesn't think twice before running to it. There's a voice in her ear saying it's a trap. She doesn't care.

It's Tara, oh god, it's Tara.

Sam rips the tape off her mouth and taps at her face, begging her to wake up. There's a number of shallow cuts across her face and shoulders, down her arms and legs, rips in her shirt that hide more underneath. There's so much blood, it's everywhere, but she's breathing, her heart is beating. She's ok, she's ok, right?

Tara gazes up at her with half-lidded eyes. She mumbles something that Sam thinks is her name, and Sam throws herself forward to wrap her arms around her, choking back the sob that threatens to escape. This has been the worst 24 hours of her life.

She pulls back, fingers grazing against her sister's cheeks, searching her eyes. She finds pain, confusion, and relief.

Sam leans back and begins to cut at the tape around Tara's wrists. One is free when a scraping noise draws her attention.

A figure in a Ghostface costume and mask walks slowly from the side entrance, dragging their knife across the wall. Another walks through the display room, up to the stage.

"We've been waiting for you, Samantha," the Ghostface in the display room speaks.

"Well, here I am. Would have been here sooner if you didn't want to play stupid games," Sam replies, covertly dropping the knife into Tara's lap.

"Oh they weren't our games, but they certainly were stupid. Still, I have to give them credit, they were creative. I've always admired creativity."

"They?"

"Jason and Greg, of course. The ones who took your sister, who lured you here. That was all them. But don't worry about it, they're going to be punished for it. Well, Jason will. Greg's in a few too many pieces to take accountability for his actions."

[allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers]

Lil Funky Character Sheet For Rayan!!

(based off of a character sheet @paranoia-exe made of his sona!!)

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Full Name: Rayan Cruz Hyacinth (name on birth certificate is Cora Cruz Maguire)

Nickname(s): RayRay, Ray, any variation of "feral bitch" (mostly said by The Survivors),

Age: 35 (probably like 38-40 in canon since he's stopped aging physically)

Height: 5'9

Sexuality: Homosexual

Romantic identity: Homoromantic

Gender: Transmasculine (presents fem other than masculine hair)

Sex: Female (at birth)

Pronouns: He/It, prefers he

Eye Colour: Green

Hair colour: Brown

Ethnicity: Irish

Languages Spoken: Irish, British English

Birthplace: Dublin, Ireland

Current Residence: ~no canonical setting in Forsaken Souls so I'm not sure how to answer~

Occupation: Currently looking for a job

Favourite Food(s): Teriyaki Noodles (a favourite of Zayn's, too), Irish stew, He Like Bread™, store bought steak slices (totally not projecting)

Favourite Drink(s): Wo'er™, Guinness, Bailey's, any kind of Prosecco, (he's not an alcoholic I swear), Earl Grey Tea, Gatorade

Favourite Music Artist(s): Mitski, 6arelyhuman, Laufey, Muse, TV Girl, Roar, Cavetown, Rebzyyx, Pierce The Veil, Penelope Scott, TX2

Favourite Songs (from each artist listed above!!):

Mitski — Drunk Walk Home, I Bet On Losing Dogs, Crack Baby.

6arelyhuman — Hands Up! (specifically the Nightcore version), XOXO, GMFU

Laufey: Valentine

Muse: Feeling Good, Supermassive Black Hole, Starlight

TV Girl: Taking What's Not Yours, Blue Hair, Lovers Rock, Not Allowed

Roar: Christmas Kids, I Can't Handle Change.

Cavetown: Juliet, Boys Will Be Bugs, LEMONS

Rebzyyx: all I want is you, I'm so crazy for youuu </3, I deserve this

Pierce The Veil: King For A Day, A Match Into Water

Penelope Scott: Lukewarm, Dead Girls, Feel Better, Cigarette Aheago, Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Siege, Montreal, Lotta True Crime (he. he kinda likes penelope scott's music)

TX2: Degrade Me, I Would Hate Me Too, Step Over A Body, Heaven Was Full

Favourite Game(s): Probably just some crappy games on his phone with like a 3 star rating

Hobbies / Interest(s): Bro does not have a life 😭 took up crocheting at one point, photography (alongside Maddie), wine tasting (just an excuse for More Alcohol™ /j), he also kinda likes hiking, roller skating, darts

Other: probably ~mentally ill~ considering. everything. I dunno he was born in october?? and a good part of his music reminds him of Sage </3

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[merrock]

event: St. Patrick's Day Pub Crawl & Celebration

location: The Garden & bars around town

ic timeline: March 17

ooc timeline: March 13 - 19

Kicking off everyone's favorite Irish holiday… welcome to the St. Patrick's Day celebration! Taking place on March 17th, and centered at The Garden in the suburbs, we have a whole host of things for you to see and do.

But first! If you would like to participate in the pub crawl, visit each of these locations and collect the gold coin for drinking a green beer (don't worry... it's in a shot glass!):

evolution

mack's

the mirage

touchback

vibrations

anchors away

the garden

paco's

handpick'd

tumblweed

At the hub of fun over at The Garden, you can find tons of good food and drinks, even outside of the green beer! Try some boxty, corned beef, pub beer cheese with pretzels, colcannon, irish beef stew, shepherd's pie, potato leek soup... drink some irish mule, irish coffee, Bailey's irish cream, a nutty Irishman & of course, savor some irish potato candy, soda bread, irish apple cake. Plus much more!

There will be small booths set up outside for you to purchase some green accessories for you, your kids, and your pets, as well as face painting for anyone who wants it and, most importantly, at 8PM EST, the Irish pub band will be taking the stage and playing all night.

Enjoy, and Happy St. Patrick's Day! xx

[digenerate-trash]

Yan DoB bailey definitely treats the orphan kids as his kids if he treats PC as a wife (the only good excuse to be nice to the orphans) maybe there’s a kitchen in the orphanage where Bailey just throws dead bodies in a freezer for like lunch and dinner and gives PC the suspicious meat to cook

So in the lore of Degrees of Brutality, you don't know Bailey. you know of the orphanage and you know that they're suspiciously well-fed but still a little sickly. you have parents and you're just trying to fucking live in this god awful down plagued by serial killers and freaks and other fucked up shit.

but when you meet Bailey he is surprisingly okay with having you around. he likes "eh. Extra help wouldn't hurt." and he keeps his kinda calm facade around you until you go to the cellar and find dozens of pounds of meat and a butcher table then he goes to kill you in like a manic freakout.

but for the Yan stuff i figured id turn him up a notch or two, he likes you!! you're like his favorite little thing. you even help with the kids and cleaning and you can cook!! you're so sweet when you talk to him and he even holds off on paying you your due for a bit longer each time just so he can keep a conversation with you going!

he likes that you liven up the orphanage and you care about the kids that come in and out of here. some of the more nasty ones go missing and every time you fret about it. But Bailey is there to comfort and treasure you that you'll find them. one way or another.

he likes how you treat the orphans as family. he's never looked at it that way before but it's the perfect excuse for him to start calling you his little wife/spouse. he's a bit harsher on the older orphans who don't treat you with the deserved respect but all the younger ones have taken to you and your caring ways.

stew and roast and other meaty things are always provided for you so you can make a good meal. Bailey never seems to run out of meat in that cellar of his. he tells you that he comes from a long line of butchers and the way they portion and save the meat is a family secret.

the only way hell ever tell you how it's done is if you become a part of the family. permanently.