They’re going on the Folx transgender hormone treatment and are looking for funds and donations. We live in Florida where transgender care isn’t provided. Im helping him set up a ko-fi link, but for now we are only using the follow:
Apple pay/cash
Venmo
Paypal
our socials to contact us are:
_shakespeare.picasso.lovechild_ (my ig)
Victorian_decarlo (his tiktok/IG)
my personal number 8632025155
please try to contact me first so I can identify you!! trying to keep my friend safe! any sort of funds/donations are helpful!!!
also feel free to comment and boost this to any social media platforms!! you have our consent to repost.
also this trans drawing of them was done by me 💕🫶🏽
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summary: You're not any regular civilian, you're a Youtuber ;) In all seriousness, here's some headcanons of how the boys interact with your channel and support you!
Ms. Apfel was one of the most vivacious personalities in the worlds of fashion, textiles, and interior design, she has cultivated a personal style that is both witty and exuberantly idiosyncratic.
Her originality was typically revealed in her mixing of high and low fashions—Dior haute couture with flea market finds, nineteenth-century ecclesiastical vestments with Dolce & Gabbana lizard trousers.
With remarkable panache and discernment, she combines colors, textures, and patterns without regard to period, provenance, and, ultimately, aesthetic conventions. Paradoxically, her richly layered combinations—even at their most extreme and baroque—project a boldly graphic modernity.
Iris Barrel was born on Aug. 29, 1921, in Astoria, Queens, the only child of Samuel Barrel, who owned a glass and mirror business, and his Russian-born wife, Sadye, who owned a fashion boutique.
She studied art history at New York University, then qualified to teach and did so briefly in Wisconsin before fleeing back to New York to work on Women's Wear Daily, and for interior designer Elinor Johnson, decorating apartments for resale and honing her talent for sourcing rare items before opening her own design firm. She was also an assistant to illustrator Robert Goodman.
As a distinguished collector and authority on antique fabrics, Iris Apfel has consulted on numerous restoration projects that include work at the White House that spanned nine presidencies from Harry Truman to Bill Clinton.
Along with her husband, Carl, she founded Old World Weavers, an international textile manufacturing company and ran it until they retired in 1992. The Apfels specialized in the reproduction of fabrics from the 17th, 18th, and 19th centuries, and traveled to Europe twice a year in search of textiles they could not source in the United States.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute assembled 82 ensembles and 300 accessories from her personal collection in 2005 in a show about her called “Rara Avis”.
Almost overnight, Ms. Apfel became an international celebrity of pop fashion.
Ms. Apfel was seen in a television commercial for the French car DS 3, became the face of the Australian fashion brand Blue Illusion, and began a collaboration with the start-up WiseWear. A year later, Mattel created a one-of-a-kind Barbie doll in her image. Last year, she appeared in a beauty campaign for makeup with Ciaté London.
Six years after the Met show she started her fashion line "Rara Avis" with the Home Shopping Network.
She was cover girl of Dazed and Confused, among many other publications, window display artist at Bergdorf Goodman, designer and design consultant, then signed to IMG in 2019 as a model at age 97.
Ms. Iris Apfel became a visiting professor at the University of Texas at Austin in its Division of Textiles and Apparel, teaching about imagination, craft and tangible pleasures in a world of images.
In 2018, she published “Iris Apfel: Accidental Icon,” an autobiographical collection of musings, anecdotes and observations on life and style.
Ms. Apfel’s apartments in New York and Palm Beach were full of furnishings and tchotchkes that might have come from a Luis Buñuel film: porcelain cats, plush toys, statuary, ornate vases, gilt mirrors, fake fruit, stuffed parrots, paintings by Velázquez and Jean-Baptiste Greuze, a mannequin on an ostrich.
The Museum of Lifestyle & Fashion History in Boynton Beach, Florida, is designing a building that will house a dedicated gallery of Ms. Apfel's clothes, accessories, and furnishings.
Ms. Apfel’s work had a universal quality, It’s was a trend.
✮my name is olivia but usually go by liv or livy
✮i play both acoustic and electric guitar aswell as bass guitar
✮i am constantly confused by what aesthetic i want to present as
✮im a minor so keep that in mind
♡I Love♡
✮lip gloss
✮cherries
✮staying in bed
✮bows
✮lace
✮vanilla coke
✮doing my makeup
✮thrift shopping
✮the walking dead
✮unreleased songs on soundcloud
♡Favourite Movies♡
✮the outsiders
✮stand by me
✮the virgin suicides
✮i believe in unicorns
✮girl interupted
✮the florida project
✮fantastic mr fox
✮the maze runner trilogy
✮bufallo '66
✮vaelrie and her week of wonders
♡favourite musical artists♡
✮hole
✮type o negative
✮nirvana
✮kurt cobain
✮deftones
✮tv girl
✮ghost
✮billie eilish
✮kate bush
✮rob zombie
✮lana del rey
✮ayesha erotica
✮black sabbath
✮fleetwood mac
✮red hot chilli peppers
♡icons♡
✮trisha paytas
✮lana del rey
✮courtney love
✮carl grimes
✮cecelia lisbon
✮angelina jolie
✮sofia copola
✮stevie nicks
♡favourite books♡
✮the body
✮the outsiders
✮dracula
✮war of the worlds
✮the virgin suicides
✮the maze runner series
DNI
dont interact if racist or an old ass man or an nsfw account (again, im a minor)
SUMMARY | You get a job offering as a make-up artist for Marvel Studios, and quickly become great friends with Sebastian. He never cared about your stutter, and was always patient when you were talking to him. You grow really close, but when the paparazzi tries to hurt you, he is quick to shut them down in your defense.
WARNING(S) | Light swearing, a little angst in some spots.
A/N | Hi all! I decided to write this one-shot to show everyone who has a stutter and is struggling with it that it is completely normal, and you're absolutely perfect! A really good friend of mine struggles with it everyday, so I decided to share what it is like to live with someone who has it with their permission. I hope you will enjoy it!
Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜
Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist
Y/N still remembers the day she got the job offering to be a make-up artist with Marvel, it was such a big career move she even moved to New York City to be able to take it. Once she arrived on the set, she found out she would be the main make-up artist for both Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan, who she had both seen in a few movies before. The only thing that did really worry her, was the fact that she had a stutter, usually people didn't react to that all too well. Despite this, she decided to give this a chance because this could be the change she needed so bad in her life.
The first time you met both Sebastian and Chris was an absolute delight, they were incredibly nice. ''Hi g-g-guys, my n-name is Y/N, and I w-w-will be your makeup a-artist for now.'' you said, and your cheeks immediately turned a deep crimson color, and you really wished you could just run out of the make-up trailer and hide forever. ''Hey, I'm Sebastian!'' he said, and he decided not to comment on your stutter, he actually found it pretty cute. ''Hi, I'm Chris, it's really nice to meet you. I'm sorry and I don't mean to overstep, but do you have a stutter? It's completely fine if you do ofcourse!'' he asked, and you nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more.
You did the boys' makeup and they were incredibly grateful, they asked all kinds of questions like where you are from, if you have siblings, stuff like that. ''W-w-well, I'm from a small t-t-town in Florida, w-where I lived with my ex b-b-boyfriend for a few years, and now I l-live here in New Y-York City, by myself. I s-s-sadly don't have siblings, but I h-h-have a three year old son n-named J-J-James.'' you said with a big smile on your face, thinking about your little boy. You don't see his dad anymore because he left after he found out you're pregnant, and he didn't want any of the responsibility.
''Want to know a little secret?'' Sebastian asked you, and you nodded. ''My character in these movies is also called James. I have a feeling this is completely meant to be!'' he said with a smirk and he let out a chuckle, you laughed as well. You have a feeling you would get really get along well with Sebastian, as well as Chris, because they both make you laugh and feel good, so you don't have to worry about your stutter. ''A-A-Allright guys, you're both ready. Have a good d-d-day on set today!'' you said and you started cleaning up your makeup kit for now, so you would have a clean space to work off of if they needed to be touched up.
The next few weeks were great, and you got to know both Chris and Sebastian pretty well, but there was this undeniable friendship between you and Sebastian. He never said anything about your stutter, but always carefully listened to what you had to say. He never interrupted or finished your sentences, which is something you absolutely hated, and it felt like a relief that he didn't do it. ''S-Seb? I want to say thank y-y-you for being so patient w-with me and my s-s-stutter. It is a r-r-relief that you don't interrupt me or fill in w-what I want to s-say.'' you say with a little flush on your cheeks. ''Ofcourse doll, I know how much it bothers you that people do that, but it doesn't take much effort to just be patient. Besides, I love hearing what you have to say!''
You were so grateful to hear him say that, it felt great to have someone in your life who didn't fill everything in for you, you can think and talk for yourself thank you very much. By the time the end of filming rolled around, you really got close with Sebastian, and you often ended up talking in his trailer for a little while before going home, where you talked about everything and nothing, the good and the bad. James was usually at daycare, but when he got very sick during the day, you had to go there in a hurry. By the time you got to your car you found it had a flat tire, and you didn't know what to do. ''Want me to drive you? I'm done shooting for today anyway!'' Sebastian offered and you happily agreed.
''Oh b-b-baby, what's going on? Are y-you okay?'' you asked James when you saw him. He was very pale and warm, definitely spiking a fever. ''He ate his lunch, but sadly he didn't keep it down and he got sick. He has been spiking a fever for a little bit, but it doesn't seem to go down. We're so sorry we had to call you out of your work!'' the lady at the daycare said, but you said it's fine. ''Hey buddy, are you feeling sick?'' Sebastian asked, looking worried at your son. He nodded slightly and he started crying, so you really had to go to the pharmacy and pick something up in order to bring down his fever. ''I'm s-s-sorry, but we really need t-t-to go now. H-Have a good day!'' you said. ''Yeah, you too and again, I'm so sorry!'' the lady said.
Both you and Sebastian hurried back to his car, you sat in the backseat this time, with James on your lap trying to comfort him a little bit. ''It's o-okay buddy, we'll get you s-something for your fever, and you'll f-f-feel better in no time!'' you said to him, softly stroking his cheek while giving soft kisses on his head. ''Sebastian w-w-will drive to the pharmacy and get you s-something to feel better, okay?'' you said, with tears welling up in your own eyes, because you hated to see him in this much distress, you absolutely despised seeing how bad he was feeling. Most of all, you hated the fact that you had to go through this alone, since your ex left you during the pregnancy.
Sebastian arrived at the pharmacy and went in after you told him what to get for James, so you could stay with him in the car. ''Here you go, James!'' he said when he came back, and he brought some of your favorite snacks as well, to make you feel a little better. He drove all three of you to your apartment, and you invited Sebastian in. ''Oh no, it's okay, really! I should really go, if I come with you I'll only be in the way of you taking care of this little guy.'' he said when he softly stroked James on his back with his big hand. ''It's okay S-Seb, really. I could use t-t-the company!'' and he agreed.
After a few hours you finally managed to get his fever down, and Sebastian was making dinner for the both of you so he was able to help. James didn't feel like eating yet, so you could always make him something simple later. ''Allright doll, dinners ready.'' he said, and he put down a delicious looking pasta salad, and your mouth started watering at the sight of it. ''Wow, i-it looks delicious!'' you say and you immediately put some on your plate. You realized you hadn't ate anything since breakfast, because it was hectic at work and when you got the call from the daycare, you completely forgot about lunch.
A few days later, you suddenly notice a lot of notifications on Twitter and Instagram, but you don't understand what it is all about. When you open Twitter, the first thing you see is '' Does Sebastian Stan have a new girlfriend? '' and you click on it. There are a couple of paparazzi photos of you, Sebastian and James from when he was sick, and Sebastian was there to help you both out. You get really nervous because of this, and decide to call Sebastian. ''Y/N? Is everything okay doll?'' he asked when he picked up after the second ring. ''S-S-Seb, have you seen the p-p-photos yet?'' you say and tears start to prick in your eyes. You were afraid that if he saw all the things they said, he didn't want to be friends anymore, you knew he didn't want a relationship for a while. Even though you were definitely not together, those thoughts still crossed your mind.
''Ah, you mean the ones where they say you're my girlfriend?'' he says with a sigh, he was hoping you wouldn't find out what the paparazzi said, since he knew how you felt about those people. ''It's okay doll, I have already put out a statement that I'm not in a relationship, but that we're just really great friends, that's all.'' he said, and you felt a bit relieved when he said that. You thank him and he asks how James is doing, since you had a few days off to take care of him. ''He's really d-d-doing great, and he has b-been asking about you! H-H-He wants to know where m-mommy's friend is, and asked i-i-if you wanted to come and p-play with him.'' you said with a smile, thinking about when James asked for Sebastian. ''Oh, I would absolutely love to come by later today. Is that okay? Maybe we can all go out to dinner together if he's feeling better!'' Sebastian suggested and you accepted his offer.
The three of you were on your way to dinner, and Sebastian got recognized by some fans who wanted to take a photo with him. He looked at you apologetically and asked if it was okay with you. ''Yeah, o-o-ofcourse!'' you said to him and stepped to the side with James, so you could give them space for a few photos. When the fans walked away you could hear them saying something about you stuttering, and you started to feel very self conscious again. ''Seb, m-m-maybe we should just reschedule. I'm s-sorry.'' you said, and James noticed the tears falling down your face. ''No mommy, no cyring! Mommy can't be sad!'' he said while wiping the tears away, which made you smile through the tears. ''Doll, it's okay. There's nothing to worry about, they don't know anything about you. If you want to go home that is okay and I will come with you, but if you still want to go to dinner I would love to go with the both of you.'' he said, holding your face in his hands. He gave you a kiss on the cheek to make you feel better, and you decided to go to dinner.
When it was time for the premier for Captain America: The First Avenger, Sebastian invited you to come along as his plus one. You gladly accepted, you could really use a night out for a change. The babysitter was more than happy to take care of your little bundle of joy, and you got to spend some quality time with Sebastian and the rest of the cast, who you've grown to love during the shooting of the movie. ''Hey Chris! H-how are you?'' you ask when you see Chris, you haven't seen him since the last day of shooting. ''I'm doing really great. I'm kind of nervous ofcourse, but I'll be fine! How are you and James doing?'' and you tell them about how we was sick a little while ago, but he is back to his old happy self now, and really growing up way too fast.
When it was time for the red carpet, Sebastian gently guided you there, and you both posed for some photos. ''Sebastian, how does it feel to have a girlfriend now?'' some people ask, and you are finally done with it. ''He's n-n-not my boyfriend! We're j-j-just really good friends!'' you say and you get angry, but instead of them stopping, they just started laughing and making fun of your stutter. ''Oh please, why would anyone listen to you? You can't even talk like a normal person!'' someone said, and this is what drove Sebastian over the edge this time. ''Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with her stutter! She can't do anything about it, and it makes her special! It's too bad assholes like you can't seem to get that into that small brain of yours!'' he yells at the guy, and he storms off the red carpet with you closely behind.
''S-S-SEB, WAIT!'' you say, only earning more laughs behind you. You start walking slower and tears are streaming down your face, Sebastian then stops when he hears you sobbing. ''Oh god doll, I'm so sorry for what just happened. I know how you feel right now, and I am so sorry that happened to you.'' he said, and he wrapped his big arms around you to comfort you. ''I-I-It's okay, I'm used to it.'' you say in between your sobs, but it still hurts that they make fun of your stutter. ''No doll, it's not okay, and someone had to set the record straight. I think you're absolutely perfect, and you didn't deserve that. No one deserves to be treated like that.'' he said in your hair whilst he kept holding and soothing you.
''I-I-I'm sorry. I should just go h-home...'' you say and you let go of Sebastian, but he doesn't want to hear any of it. ''Doll, how about we get you cleaned up in the bathroom real quick, and we will just enjoy the rest of the evening with our friends? You really deserve a night out, and those assholes can just fuck right off to where they came from!'' he said, earning a light chuckle from you. ''Okay, b-b-but you can't c-come into the bathroom w-with me!'' you say and the two of you make your way over there. Whilst you walk into the bathroom Sebastian goes to get you a glass of champagne and hands it to you when you walk out of the bathroom. ''T-t-thank you again, Seb. This m-means the world to m-m-me.'' you say and you give him another hug, and this time you give him a light kiss on his cheek, making him blush a little where your kiss just touched him. ''I love you, doll.'' he said. ''I l-l-love you too, S-Seb.''
Georgie had never really considered herself to be lucky. She worked for what she did, and sure, she had a natural talent at most things she picked up, but there was a reason for it.
It wasn’t until she met Dream that she started believing in luck.
Because there was this girl—this infuriating and brilliant mess of a girl, and Georgie had never loved like this. She hung onto Dream’s every word, listened to her every command. She would follow her anywhere, she realized one day, and the thought never terrified her.
And she did. She followed her through their YouTube careers, working as Dream’s backbone and partner in nearly every way. She followed her through stupid video ideas and sleepless nights and eventually, a sexuality crisis that had both of them up late hours, just talking.
“Do you ever have, like, one of those days where you wake up and everything’s changed, and you don’t want to go back, but it’s going by so fast, and it’s just—you can’t stop it. It’s like holy shit,” Dream said one night.
And Georgie waited. She waited until the silence was deafening—until all she could hear was Dream’s soft breaths, and her chest aching, she said, “I just think your refrigerator’s running. Better go catch it.”
Like that, Dream’s panic turned to laughter, her sobs to giggles.
“You’re so dumb.”
And a secret part of Georgie screamed, I know what you mean. I fucking know.
She followed her to Florida. To a house with her name on the building plans. To two best friends and a cat waiting at the door. To Dream.
Dream.
The first time Georgie kissed her, it was the first night since moving to Florida. Their ears rang from standing too close to fireworks, and Georgie could still smell smoke on their clothes.
“Welcome home,” Dream said.
And Georgie smiled, patting the couch cushion next to her until Dream settled with a small eye roll.
“Are you wearing makeup?” Georgie asked, leaning closer.
Dream froze next to her, but didn’t move back. “I mean, yeah. I hired a makeup artist.”
Georgie put a careful hand beneath her chin and moved her face to admire her features. Dream’s eyes were outlined in eye liner and neutral eyeshadow, bringing attention to them in a way that made Georgie panic every time they were on her. Like now.
Swallowing nervously, Georgie stopped moving Dream’s face but kept her hand on her chin. “Fire them,” she said.
Dream laughed, and Georgie loved her smile. That was probably her favorite thing about Dream—how easy it was to make her smile, her eyes crinkling in happiness.
“Fire them?”
“Yeah, they, like, covered up your freckles,” Georgie said. “They did a bad job.”
Dream’s smile fell. It would’ve been unnoticeable if it was anyone but Georgie watching—but Georgie wanted to know every little thing about Dream—live, physical Dream, who had a smile so bright it was almost painful and eyes that made Georgie’s stomach flutter and a way of speaking that was so real and physical and so painfully Dream.
“I mean, it doesn’t matter if they’re covered or not,” Dream said.
And Georgie searched Dream’s expression, moving closer until she was practically on Dream’s lap.
“I want to see them,” she said, and the hand previously holding Dream’s chin moved to cup the back of her neck. Her thumb trailed the small baby hairs that had slowly fallen from her ponytail. “I want to count them.”
Dream’s nose scrunched. “Count them?”
Georgie leaned closer. “Count them.
“One.”
She kissed her left cheek, grinning as she heard Dream take in a sharp breath, her hands finding and then curling around Georgie’s hips.
“Two.”
Right cheek. Something small—a press of the lips, a breath, a whisper. When Georgie pulled back, she noticed Dream’s eyes were closed.
That image alone was enough to make Georgie stop. Dream, leaning in closer, eyes closed and lips parted. She was beautiful. Breathtaking. Georgie’s other hand rose and trailed carefully under Dream’s eye, where a small hint of blue, sleepless nights peeked out from under foundation.
“You’re so pretty,” she said.
And Dream physically melted into her touch, hiding her smile in the inside of Georgie’s wrist.
“You don’t mean it,” Dream said.
“I do.” Georgie felt breathless. “I do. God—“
Dream’s eyes opened. Her lips were mere millimeters from Georgie’s wrist, and that distance almost felt painful. Dream smiled.
“It’s, like, the newness of it,” Dream said. “It’ll wear off.”
“No,” Georgie said, pulling Dream up until they were once more facing each other. “It’s not a newness thing or whatever. You’re just so…”
“So?”
Georgie kissed her. It took them both by surprise, small, shocked gasps quickly turning into grins and then, finally, laughter.
“Oh my god,” Dream said.
And Georgie couldn’t breathe through her laughter and fear, her forehead resting on Dream’s and her thumbs rubbing circles in the small divot between Dream’s jaw and neck.
“What the fuck, Georgie?” Dream said, laughing. “There was no buildup. You just–you just—oh my god.”
Georgie fought for breath, her smile so wide it almost hurt. “Who needs buildup?”
Dream’s mouth opened and closed, and Georgie loved to watch this—to watch the gears turn in Dream’s head. “I—you just.”
“I kissed you?” Georgie said. “Yes. Very happily. Would happily do it again.”
Dream struggled once more. “Why? Wait—again?”
Georgie laughed, fully settling in Dream’s lap and pushing her back against the couch. Dream helped her balance, her eyes wide and her lips parted like she couldn’t believe what was happening.
And Georgie smiled because she had never been luckier.
“Again,” she said, closing the distance until her lips were pressed to Dream’s ear, Dream’s head tilting back. Georgie kissed this line of her jaw. “And again and again and again until—“
“Until?” Dream asked, breathless.
“Until you believe how fucking pretty you are,” Georgie whispered into her skin.
This song has become an annual topic of discussion in recent years. But regardless of how you feel about the lyrics or the societal context in which they were written, it's hard to deny that it's a catchy tune. It's also pretty difficult to resist being charmed by the cautious flirtation between Broadway star Shoshana Bean and our self-deprecating bass man. Even if there's about as much of a chance for snow in southern California where they filmed the video as there is in their home state of Florida.
original performers: Frank Loesser & Lynn Garland at private parties; first recorded for public release by Esther Williams, Ricardo Montalbán, Betty Garrett, & Red Skelton in Neptune's Daughter (1949)
written by: Frank Loesser
arranged by: Geoff Castellucci & Hannah Juliano
release date: 15 December 2017
My favorite bits:
the simplicity of starting with just the two leads
the glances between the peanut gallery behind them just before they start harmonizing
Shoshana's michievous grin as she sings ♫ "At least I'm gonna say that I tried" ♫
the jazzy ♫ "Baby, it's co-o-oold" ♫ as she gets up
Layne sneaking into frame right on time to drop some incredible wind sound effects and brush snares
Geoff's completely unconvincing argument about a snowstorm in Los Angeles while pointing away from the enormous windows
everyone turning to look at Earl when his wingmanning gets a little too enthusiastic
Eli's sock puppet miming during ♫ "bound to be talk tomorrow" ♫
Shoshana's ad libbed riffs during the fade-out
busting into joyful impromptu Hanukkah songs in the outro
Trivia:
This video was part of a whirlwind trip to Los Angeles during which they recorded three videos with three different collaborators in two days. On the day they filmed this one, they also recorded a cover of "Waving Through A Window" from Dear Evan Hansen with Kurt Hugo Schneider.
The following summer, Shoshana starred alongside founding 4:2:Five member Mykal Kilgore in a limited concert run of Songs for a New World as part of New York City Center's "Encores! Off-Center" series.
Makeup artist Kimber Parrish first met some of the VoicePlay guys when she got her professional start prepping monsters for the "Beetlejuice Revue" show at Universal Studios Orlando. She had since relocated to the Los Angeles park, which turned out to be convenient for this project. She specializes in prosthetics and special effects, so doing a little glamor makeup was a much simpler task.
While they were getting ready to film, some of the guys used a running joke of imitating Michael McDonald sneezing (which originated on Family Guy) to keep their voices warmed up.
The YouTube description contains an entire script turning the lyrics on their head:
* I really can't stay…
* That's cool I have to get up early in the morning
* I've got to go away…
* Yeah, i get it, it's totally fine.
* This evening has been
* Why are you still sitting here I thought you had to leave?
* So very nice
* Thanks for saying so, maybe we should find your purse
* My mother will start to worry,
* I mean, maybe, call her?
* My father will be pacing the floor
* Here's your phone - definitely call them
* So really I'd better scurry
* Yeah, it sounds like we better hurry, your folks sound nuts.
* Well maybe just a half a drink more
* NO! I mean, you better get going it's late. I've had a really nice time too. Text me when you're home safe; your Uber is here. BYEEEEEEEE!!!!!
🚨2025 brides, my waitlist is now open, and my books are set to open on July 1, 2024. If you’re interested in getting on the waitlist, please send me a direct message saying “2025 Bride,” and I’ll send you a link to sign up.
Occupation: Professional Makeup Artist and Travel Host.
Language(s) Spoken: English and Spanish.
Accent: Un poquito.
PLOTS WANTED.
Gym Buddy
Twin Flame
Sneaky Link
Study Partner
Frenemy/Rival
(honestly anything you can think of)
FAMILY INFORMATION.
Father: Ernesto Valdez
Mother: Deceased; Rachel Valdez
Sibling(s): 2 younger brothers
Pet(s): 1 teacup poodle, Rex
Family’s Financial Status: Working lower-class
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
Hair Colour: Black, but constantly changing it
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: 5'3
Weight: 155
Build: Curvy, thick
Tattoos: 27 and counting
Piercings: 4
Clothing Style: Modern street style/urban trending
PERSONALITY MAKERS.
Label: The Siren
Positive Traits: Hardworking, strong-willed, ambitious, opinionated, soft spoken, and considerate.
Negative Traits: Superstitious, calculating, temperamental, perfectionist, impulsive, and impatient.
Goals/Desires: Taking my current makeup artistry business beyond six figures. To operate a luxury travel hosting company with trained travel experts that tour different exotic destinations for large groups.
Hobbies: Exercise/gym, makeup artistry, trying new restaurants, and swimming.
FAVORITES.
Weather: Rain
Colour: Eclectic yellow and golden yellow
Artist(s): Meek Mill, Lil Durk, Future, Lil Baby, Flo Milli, H.E.R. , Tems, Tyla, and Burna Boy.
Movies(s): Boyz n the Hood, Mrs. Doubtfire, Friday, Liar Liar, and Poetic Justice.
Sport: Basketball
Beverage: Iced french vanilla coffee and rum and coke.