#gentlemen prefer nature girls

[marypickfords]

Gentlemen Prefer Nature Girls (Doris Wishman, 1963)

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[seacavepuzzle]

Gentlemen Prefer Nature Girls (1963)

[cyanide-latte]

The Anatole Siblings (a semi-brief overview)

Making their home in Fleur City, these three young aristocrats are the great-grandchildren of the elderly Mme. Anatole. Their mother came to live with her grandmother prior to the children being born, and so the three have only ever lived with their great-grandmother, mother, and eventually their stepfather when their mother remarried. Mme. Anatole was the last mage of her line for many years and became overjoyed when her great-grandchildren developed magic. She spares no expense to ensure the three of them will grow up to become capable mages, gentlemen and lady.

Marianne Daphnée Anatole

Nickname: Mari

Oldest (by 16 months) but won't correct the misconception that she and her brothers are triplets (because that can come in handy)

Constantly chastising her brothers

Very spoiled (but not spoiled rotten, there's a difference, thank you very much)

Somewhat haughty demeanor but she's quite sweet underneath

Attends a private all-girls' academy that focuses on raising its students both as elegant ladies and capable young mages

Much as she does prioritize becoming a proper lady, she also can be quite rough-and-tumble, a fact her stepfather is proud of and encourages

Loves horseback riding and can do riding for shows, she'll sit sidesaddle and everything, but she's also training in stunt riding and practicing utilizing her magic while riding

Undecided on what she wants to do with her life

Polyamorous and determined to grow up and have many great loves whom she can lavish with all the affection she has to offer

Toussaint Éloi Anatole

Nickname: Tea

Second-oldest, and twin to Bertrand

Attends Royal Sword Academy

He and his brother convinced their great-grandmother to let them enroll at RSA rather than Noble Bell College

Boisterous, slightly arrogant but very straightforward, generous, good-natured and extroverted

Paints in his free time. He's not exactly skilled as an artist but he knows this and still chooses to express himself through it

Has a deep regard and respect for any artist of any kind, no matter what their art or craft or trade is. The sort of noble who would be a great patron or benefactor, and he does hope to one day be an official patron to many great artists, so that he can lift up and support the people who can do amazing things he can only dream of.

He boxes, and a lot of his stocky build is indicative of his muscle.

Slightly naive but honest view that everyone around deserves kindness, support and more than just the basic necessities, they deserve to live comfortably. The most likely to debate with his peers about this.

Deeply concerned with fairness and sportsmanship

Asexual but is open to the idea of a romance

If he were attending Night Raven College, he would be sorted into Heartslabyul

Bertrand Ernest Anatole

Nickname: Rand

Youngest but somehow has Oldest Sibling vibes AND Middle Child Syndrome, twin to Toussaint

Attends Royal Sword Academy

Acts like he can't stand his brother and sister but will absolutely make anyone who hurts them regret doing so

Introverted and is not quick to offer his thoughts, and he can be quite snappy when he does.

Unlike his brother, he's a skilled musician on the piano and while he appreciates natural talent in others, he holds a much deeper regard for anyone who hones their skills through hard work and constant, patient effort.

He values cleverness, wisdom, and keeping a realistic view of the world.

Semi-closeted bisexual with a heavy preference towards guys (he's known this about himself since he was young)

While he shares his brother's thoughts of everyone deserving kindness, support and the chance to live comfortably, he's focused less on espousing the ideal in discussion and trying to actually put change into action, and he's not keen to be in the spotlight while doing so (though he does light up when others express appreciation for what he does.)

Skilled fencer

If he were attending Night Raven College, he would be sorted into Scarabia

A special thanks to @tixdixl , @simons-twsted-children , @inmateofthemind and @ramshacklerumble for helping me figure out what their names were going to be!

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@thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @distant-velleity

(let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for my TWST OCs!)

[the-nysh]

I think a lot about how Vash took a really long time to call Meryl by her name in the manga/98 and even then would still flip flop between that and 'Insurance Girl', but he was calling her Meryl by episode 4 in Tristamp and in fact is the *only* character to call her By Her Proper Name until Roberto does. And like yeah 'she's not an insurance agent in tristamp', but if he wanted he could have just easily substituted in 'reporter girl' or something. But no, she's Meryl. (thank you, Meryl).

Stampede Vash makes it so easy!!!! ;o; Cause he really was the only one in their party to respectfully call her by name early on without having that problem. Especially with the way Meryl was always so irritated with Roberto not calling her by name, demanding not to be teased even by Wolfwood's silly nicknames (Meryl wants to be Seen and taken seriously without being demeaned or dismissed! hhh authentic short woman struggles) so here we are with Vash--who likely Noticed that, being the polite-mannered, observant genuine nice guy who actually listens to her respecting her preferences, aaaa!!!

Cause I also think about how....the typical (Japanese) way of addressing someone new would be Last Name basis + honorific to show respect (and/or familiarity levels)....which in Meryl's case would be....'Stryfe-san' - like 'Ms. Stryfe,' blerghghg which sounds so...severe. So in her case, actually listening to what SHE wants to be called actually takes precedence. Hooray for Stampede Vash actually following that, almost to a super casual degree too (bam--First Name basis), since Meryl never really had to correct him on what to call her, unlike the others (so I think she's secretly grateful for that.) You can also interpret in a way...where Meryl comes from a formal (Japanese) university educated background, down to her ways of speaking, Vash's upbringing is not the same--so him going the more 'western' way casually using (first) names without honorifics probably comes that much easier/natural to him.

While we're on the subject, she calls Vash 'Vash-san' (since he doesn't really have a last name...unless you go by like...Mr. Stampede, which to her would be weird too, so lol. Dub Wolfwood can pointedly call him 'Stampede' when he's lecturing.) And Wolfwood's only referred to by his Last Name by everyone (close first name privileges + abbreviations are only reserved for those from his orphanage, like Livio)...but meanwhile he rudely calls everyone else whatever nickname he wants, respect/honorifics be damned! :P

In the 98 anime, dub Vash flip-flopped calling her Meryl sometimes, but in the subs, I really listened hard for it, but even for his same lines (addressing her with casual questions), I don't think he ever got the chance to call her by name there! :O Then when you go to the manga, 'insurance-san' is his basic form of address for the girls, which isn't even teasing or anything--it's distant but still respectful....until he calls her by name when things ~Get Serious~ and he earnestly wants her to listen (she is shook!!!!) Eventually Trimax Vash does keep a closer first name basis for her, especially in his most sincere/tender/considerate moments, which is waah. :'3

So if Stampede Vash wanted to keep that same occupation form of address, then something like 'reporter-san' would've been the closest equivalent...but even then, because he Doesn't...it's actually Really Nice!?!! that out of all the guys who keep on teasing/dismissing her, he instead actually listens and treats her seriously with the respect she wants from the get-go. :')) (RAAA!!!! Stampede Vash and Trimax Vash are sweet gentlemen!!!! ;o;)

[buckybarnessunflower]

The Red Room's admirer

Summary: You've been working in The Red Room for years now with your best friend Yelena. Completely unaware to you, you have a secret admirer who finally decides to act on what he wants the most.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 3014

Warnings: Bucky stalks and captures reader!

Bucky pulled the collar of his jacket up around his neck as gusts of cold air sent a shiver down his spine.

He walked a little faster, each step from his combat boots on the cobblestone pavement echoing through the near empty streets. He kept his head down low but occasionally glanced up, looking for the soft ambient red glow from the infamous Red Room.

The Red Room was a small strip club in the heart of Brooklyn. It wasn’t as luxurious and extravagant like other strip clubs but that isn’t what attracted Bucky. 

No.

What attracted Bucky to the Red Room every weekend was you. Bucky was infatuated by you as soon as his icy blue eyes landed on you. He watched from afar as you quickly rose up in rank and became an instant favorite. 

Everything you did exuded sexiness. 

Bucky craved you like his lungs craved the air he breathed.

But

He never made a move on you, preferring instead to simply watch.

He was good at watching, at least that’s what Sam told him he was good at.

He watched the way you interacted with the gentlemen in the first row, a warm smile on your face as they stuck money in your bra and thong. He watched the way you walked, confidence oozing out with each step you took. He watched the way you worked the pole, your body moving with the beat of the music as you performed each move seemingly effortlessly.

Soon he found himself wanting to know more about you.

He waited around the club well after closing, cloaked in the natural darkness of the night. The clothes you wore were not as skimpy as your work clothes but you still looked beautiful. Your laugh was innocent and sweet, it almost made him feel guilty for stalking you. Almost. 

You didn’t live far from his apartment at all. A one bedroom, one bath, living area with little to no security that made it extremely easy for him to keep following you. He found out you were a homebody, you did pretty much nothing outside of work, with few friends and little to no family it seemed like if you were to mysteriously go missing that no one would really care.

Bucky put a lot of thought into what his ultimate plan was. He had to have you and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

He had lived a hard life, had survived years of being tortured by Hydra and it was time that he actually took something for himself.

His therapist was always telling him he needed to meet new people, that he needed to find someone that he could settle down with and be happy with.

You checked off each box in his mind.

The problem was you didn’t know he even existed.

You were always so busy focusing on the men in the front row that you completely missed Bucky eyeing you up and down from his spot at the bar.

Tonight that was going to change.

Tonight after work he was finally going to get what he had wanted for well over a year.

You were going to be his.

Rather you wanted to or not.

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“You’re on next babe” you heard your best friend Yelena tell you as you added on an extra layer of red lipstick on your full lips. You looked at the blonde haired beauty through the cracked mirror you were sitting in front of and offered a smile as you nodded your head. “Thanks girl, how’s the crowd tonight”? You asked when she came to sit beside you, long legs crossed at the knees as she spun around in her chair. “They’re alright, waiting on the star of the show” she said with a smile before giving you a playful push. 

“FIVE MINUTES STAR” At the sound of your stage name being called you felt your heart begin to race as you got nervous. Even though you had been doing this for three years now you still got nervous before each set.

“Hey you’ll do great babe” Yelena said breaking you out of your thoughts when she noticed the slight hitch in your breathing. “Thanks” you said, giving her a small smile before you stood on shaky legs. Yelena immediately got up and engulfed you in a hug as she rubbed small reassuring circles on your back. “It won’t be long before we can move in together and start college, ditch this place for good” She said, reminding you of your goal to finally get out of the strip club and go back to school. “From strippers to lawyers” you said, making the both of you giggle before hugging each other again.

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The spotlight followed you as you made your way over to the pole in the center of the stage, losing the sheer nightgown you had on that did nothing to cover the set of lingerie you chose to wear for the night. You slid down the pole seductively, dropping down to a split as you made eye contact with your regular guests that were sitting front and center. Money was being thrown on the stage left and right as you started to twerk and occasionally teased them by flashing your hardened nipples, tugging on the flesh as the crowd hollered for more.

As your set continued you zoned out, you did it every show as you focused less on the crowd and more about letting your body follow the beat of the music blasting through the speakers. 

But

Something about tonight felt different and you found yourself glancing around the packed room. You didn’t know what you were looking for but your gut was telling you that something wasn’t right.

Then your eyes locked with a man sitting alone at the bar. He had a baseball cap pulled low, covering his eyes as he watched you. A shiver ran down your spine and your mind screamed DANGER! It made uneasiness settle deep in your chest as you continued to dance.

When the music stopped and you walked around the stage gathering your money you could still feel his eyes on you, watching your every movement like a predator watching its prey. You felt like a piece of meat on display.

You forced yourself to push the negative thoughts to the back of your mind as Yelena took the stage after you for her second set of the night. You could hear the crowd go wild and as you stood by the curtains of the stage watching her you looked for the mysterious man in the hat but he was gone from his spot at the bar.

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Bucky had to go to the bathroom to get rid of his erection, his pants had instantly got too tight after finally making eye contact with you after a year of pining from a distance. He could tell you were taken aback and a little scared and he couldn’t wait to see that same look up close after he put his plan in motion later tonight. 

Bucky threw his head back, his head hitting the stall door with a loud thud as he continued to tug on his length. His balls were heavy, he couldn't wait to see all of his cum on your body and in your pussy. At the thought of his cum seeping out of your pussy, he lost it, cumming all over his hand.

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It was almost three in the morning when you finally finished your shift, you waved goodbye to Yelena before making your way down the street to your apartment. You hated having to walk but it wasn’t far and at least the streetlamps gave you enough light to be able to see where you were going.

Uneasiness crawled up your back and you looked behind you to find no one there. You were sure it was just your nerves from earlier in the night. Still you checked back every so often. 

You turned down an alley for a shortcut to your apartment, your heart began to race as something in your gut was telling you something wasn’t right.

You had made it halfway through the alley before you turned back to find a man at the end of the alley where you had just come from. You were so sure you had not been followed but something was telling you that whoever it was had been following you the whole time.

You couldn’t see his face but you could see he had on a baseball cap and a jacket, there was no way it could be a coincidence that he was wearing the same type of clothes the man at the bar had been wearing.

You turned and ran, Louboutin heels echoing against the pavement as you pushed yourself to run faster. You had almost made it to the end of the alley when you were forcefully tugged back into a pair of strong arms. You tried to fight against the man but he was way too strong. One arm was around your waist as the other reached in his pocket and pulled out a cloth in his gloved hand.

You tried desperately not to breathe in, knowing that something was on it. But he pinched at your nose until your lungs betrayed you and took in a large lungful of air. Whatever it was smelled sweet, you could taste it in the back of your throat the more you breathed it in. 

Your eyes felt heavy and your body started to relax in the arms of the stranger. When the will to fight left your body he picked you up bridal style, just before you shut your eyes you got a glimpse into his ocean blue eyes. Darkness crept into your vision like the tide on the beach, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispered “Now your mine” before you let sleep takeover.

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Bucky watched over you as you slept, he still couldn’t believe that he actually had you in his bed after wanting you for so long. 

He wanted to touch you so badly.

His lips still tingled from where he had kissed your forehead.

You were absolutely beautiful laid out on his black satin sheets, he had bought them after he had broken into your apartment one night while you were out with your best friend Yelena and he had noticed all you slept on was satin sheets.

He wanted you to feel comfortable living here with him.

After all this was now your home too.

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You groaned as you rolled over, whatever you were laying on felt extremely nice and you found yourself wanting to snuggle into the fabric.

Then it hit you, your memories rushing back as your eyes flew open as you tried to sit up.

“Hey take it easy” you heard a deeply calm voice say.

You strained your eyes to see him in the darkness, you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped when you realized you were in a bed that you didn’t recognize and a strange man in the corner.

“Pl…..Please” You stuttered out, tears running down your hot cheeks. 

“I’m Bucky” was all he said, completely ignoring your plea.

Frown lines creased in between your brows as you stared at him, mouth slightly open in shock.

“Don’t do that, you’ll wrinkle” he said, standing up and walking over to you.

You tried to scoot back but you were already up against the pillows with nowhere else to go.

You started to hyperventilate, tears cascading down your cheeks in a river the closer he got. Fear was clawing up your body, taking hold of your lungs and heart in a never ending grip. You were afraid your heart was about to beat out of your chest, afraid your lungs were seconds away from shriveling up from getting no oxygen.

You stared at him wide-eyed, frozen in fear, You could see his mouth moving but you couldn;t hear him, all you could hear was the beating of your racing heart. 

His face contorted into a look of pure rage.

“HEY” he screamed, effectively breaking you out of your trance.

“That’s better” he said after seeing you take in slow breaths and your chest rise and fall as your body seemed to start to calm itself down.

Bucky smirked down at you as he slowly started to unbutton his shirt.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long” he said and if it had been a different situation you would have admired his body.

Planes of muscle rippled as he moved, scars littered his chest and torso that your eyes were instantly drawn to before he finally got his shirt off and you noticed his left arm was gone, replaced by a beautiful gleaming black and gold vibranium appendage.

Gears turned in your brain and then it hit you.

The man standing in front of you, the man that had kidnapped you was Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier.

You didn’t know much about him, you didn’t really pay much attention to the news but you remembered reading where he was supposed to be reformed now. 

He was supposed to be a hero, a national icon.

“Pl……Please” you stuttered out again making him chuckle.

“Please what Doll”? He asked and you felt yourself blush at the nickname.

“Let me go” you said and winced as he laughed.

“You’re mine now” was all he said as he continued to take off his clothes

“You can’t keep me here, people will know i’m missing” you lied, Yelena would probably be the only one who noticed your disappearance.

“I don’t like liars, don’t lie to me, no one is going to give a shit about a stripper all of a sudden missing” he said and you felt a fresh set of tears start to run down your cheeks at his words.

He was right no matter how badly you wanted him to be wrong about you.

He climbed into bed with you, pulling you to him by the ankle as you tried to get away.

“Be a good girl and I promise I'll try not to hurt you too badly,” he said, grabbing a handful of your breast, rolling your hardened nipple around in his palm before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth.

His cheeks hollowed as he sucked your nipple harder, pulling back slightly and shaking his head back and forth to make your breast sway with the movement.

You choked back a moan, God he was good with his mouth.

You could feel your thong dampen, arousal pooling in the fabric even though you knew you didn’t want this.

A trail of saliva followed as he switched breasts, his eyes closed as he let pleasure take over his body.

“You taste better than my wildest dreams” he admitted, releasing your nipple with a pop.

The cool air made them harden on the line of discomfort.

Bucky slid his hand down until he reached your thong, he tugged at the fabric until it ripped at the seam making you gasp.

“Don’t worry doll, I'll buy you more” he said with a smirk.

You were frozen in absolute terror as he opened you up with a thrust of two of his fingers.

He had not even teased your entrance to spread your slick around, he entered you dry making you cry out.

“Sorry. There will be time for being gentle later, I’ve waited long enough for you” he claimed before pulling out of you, your hole slightly gaping at the loss of his intrusion.

What little slick he had gathered he rubbed up and down his length, you immediately noticed he didn’t have a condom on and your eyes grew wide.

“I’m not on birth control” you said, hoping he would rethink what he was about to do to you.

His smile grew if that was possible. “Good” he said before thrusting in you in one stroke.

Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of being full so quickly.

“Fuck, I can see my cock in your stomach” he groaned out, battering your swollen pussy with quick hard thrust.

He rubbed his hand over your lower stomach, pushing down each time he hit your cervix.

“God I’m going to cum” he muttered, hips lightening fast as he concentrated on cumming inside of you.

Bucky stopped when he heard you moan.

He looked at you with wide, surprised eyes.

“You like that baby”? He asked, noticing a line of drool coming out the corner of your mouth.

You let out a loud moan in response.

“Fuck I knew you’d be perfect” he said, starting back with his thrust.

“Feels so good” you said, almost crying out as Bucky reached down to rub your clit.

“I know baby, you feel so fucking good. I’m not going to last much longer. I need you to cum baby. I need you to cum all over my cock and make a mess. C’mon baby make a mess for me” He said, kissing and biting at the crook in your neck.

You screamed as you came down from your high, Bucky still ramming into you making you an overstimulated mess.

“Please, pLEASE, PLease, pLeasE” you chanted, voice rising each time he thrusted in you.

“Oh fuck. I’m cumming” he said, you could feel strands and strands and more strands of his cum coating your pussy.

“Fuck that was so good” he said, rolling off of you and pulling you into his chest making you whimper.

“Can I go now? I gave you what you wanted” You asked, slightly out of breath and an ache between your thighs.

“I told you, you’re mine forever. You’re not leaving. You’re staying right here and I'm going to keep putting babies in you” he said with a smirk.

“You’re my little housewife now” he said, kissing your cheek.

Your tears soaked into the pillow, realizing that this was your fate now.

To be Bucky Barnes housewife.

[whocookedthelastsupper]

“In the course of history, to be a woman had been a sin against nature and a crime against God. Now it has become an ideological deviance in the bargain. Under this system, the woman who dared to question the ideology by which she was judged would find herself among the "daughters of the Devil" whom the men of God, or the God of men, had determined to destroy. For the woman who argued, questioned, challenged, was not a woman. Woman was designed by nature to please and complement man, to love and serve her lord and master. After all, what else are women for?

In this baseline demand lurks the eternal myth of womanhood, and the eternal unsatisfied fantasy of the self-deluded male. To them, the answer was simple-women were for men, and should be grate-ful. Nowhere has this egregious exaction been more visibly expressed, nor more extensively fostered, than in the world's dream factory of the twentieth century, the Hollywood film industry. Hollywood's idiosyncratic vice and overriding obsession, the sexualizing of the female, in fact is wholly characteristic of all the other mass media, and indeed the secret of their commercial success. But although advertising has now taken over as the prime site of sexual stereotyping in the Western industrialized societies, Hollywood led the way. Whatever ideas the inhabitants of the post-war world nurse about male and female, love and work, they will have derived a high proportion of them from the dream-world of Hollywood fiction.

And what did Hollywood have to tell a breathless world through the undying magic of the silver screen? What was the message of the moguls who knew All About Eve, how women became Notorious, feared a Psycho and longed for King Kong and a grapefruit in the face. What else but that there were bad girls and good girls, girls you fucked and girls you married, little women and good wives, and the birth of a nation was man's work (tell the women to boil some water, lots of it). Study on this, sister, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Without knowing how, for it was always very respectful toward religion (Jesus of Nazareth, the Man Born to Be Box-Office), Hollywood became the Church of America, every film the new covenant, every picture told a story and the story was the greatest, oldest, cruelest, dumbest story ever told, the man born to be man.

For boys will be boys, and nowhere more so than in the all-American playground of the Hollywood movie. As film after film rolled off the cameras under the beady scrutiny of the first generation movie-moguls, patriarchs of the purest water to the last man, the father gods must have been hugging themselves with glee. For who needed physical restraints, savage laws, exclusion from education, from work and from society to keep women in their second-rate “sphere" when you could show them a film that did the same job, and sent them away happy into the bargain?

The extent to which the mass media of the twentieth century have served to replace the older instruments of dominance and restraint in the perennial patriarchal work of keeping women subordinate has yet to be fully acknowledged. But in its groping, voyeuristic response to the female, its tireless recycling of the same old female archetypes of mother, maiden, whore, its unreeling of ideal scenarios contrasted with the threatening accounts of the "girls who went wrong," Hollywood has to take its proud place alongside the "morals police" of the Ayatollah Khomeini for its valuable work in keeping women in line and training them to be everything a regular guy could ever hope for as his wife and the mother of his children.

As these pseudomodern industries, the mass media, lead us firmly by the genitals backward into the future, we can recognize the new arena in which the next stage for the freedom and equality of women will be fought out. Over the millennia of civilization, the source and site of women's inferiority has been located in nature, biology religion, physiology, brain size and the female psyche. Women have fought back, for the right to read, to in so mopey, to vote. One by one chose oppressions have gone down in some parts of the world, thereby undermining the "natural" and inevitable status of those that remain. But underlying patterns change slowly. This is in no way to belittle the fruits of the struggle to date. It is simply to insist that in the deeper struggle that feminists worldwide now realize they face, changing the world takes longer.

For there is much to do, amounting in fact to a remaking of modern society. All democratic experiments, all revolutions, all demands for equality have so far, in every instance, stopped short of sexual equality. Every society has in its prestige structures a series of subtle, interacting codes of dominance that always, everywhere, finally rank men higher than women. Nowhere has any society successfully dispensed with the age-old sex-role division of labor and the rewards in goods and power that accompany it. Nowhere do women enjoy the rights, privileges and possibilities and leisure time that men do. Everywhere men still mediate between women and power, women and the state, women and freedom, women and themselves.”

-Rosalind Miles; Who Cooked The Last Supper? The Women’s History of the World

[luna-loner]

Fluffy Gakuyuki HCs

Shout out to @o0o0thorn0o0o for making me crave some gakuyuki goodness, which subsequently prompted me to make said goodness myself.

Gakushuu never realized he had an unconscious preference for long hair until he met Yukiko. It was just so beautiful that he wanted to feel it, but never dared to of course. He's a gentlemen after all.

However, while walking together one day, he felt her hair brush against his skin, causing his brain to momentarily malfunction. He had to make up some lie about him remembering something so Yukiko wouldn't sense the internal mess her soft and silky locks had caused.

As a couple, Gakushuu enjoys touching her hair, especially threading his fingers through it. The first few times he did this, Gakushuu had a warm smile on his face, but was a flustered, love-stuck mess on the inside, and his heart was ready to burst out of his chest. He's calmed down since then, but the touch of her hair still gives him warmth and a sense of comfort.

Yukiko tried getting Gakushuu into video games, but she only succeeded with brain games and a few strategy games, plus a rhythm game or two.

In their relationship, it's the girl giving the boy flowers. Gakushuu doesn't mind it because Yukiko's flower arrangements are eye-pleasing and thought-provoking. She carefully picks flowers based on their meanings and can create a message with them.

They even made a game out of it: Gakushuu has to guess the person/place/era/animal/historical events/etc Yukiko's arrangement alludes to based on the flowers she selected. Sometimes, her arrangrment is a secret message Gakushuu has to decipher. Some arrangements have double meanings, exciting him even more. (Get you a girlfriend who uses her a hobby to help you excercise your brain 😍)

Yukiko likes to tease Gakushuu. It's so subtle and unexpected that Gakushuu is caught off guard. He naturally has to tease her back when the opportunity arises, but that's not his only form of revenge. Once he learned she was ticklish, it was game over for Mistress Kanzaki.

Gakushuu: Thank you, Yukiko, for giving my fingers the chance to exercise.

Yukiko: Hmmmmm...Glad to be of service (≖ ‸ ≖ ✿)

Yukiko has her own personal library at home. She and Gakushuu have a book discussions while having tea and wagashi (a MUST for Yukiko 😤). You'd think her strict parents would be against this, but Gakushuu already won them over on his first visit so they're cool with it.

Whenever he buys her a new game or any other small item, Gakushuu likes to put it inside a flower basket alongside an eloquent love letter.

[brujitaadinbo]

Well, now that I continue to see a lot of commotion because according to many "fans" of The Mandalorian series, they criticize that the action format changed, that Din's role disappeared, blah blah blah…

I wonder, do they at least realize that everything won't always be the same as the first season? that everything is part of growth? That's how a western-type series develops…

And it's absurd that they want to maintain the same line, really… if they don't like this material… what are they doing here watching it? LOL Has no sense.

When we talk about a western, we don't just talk about action, we talk about drama, suspense, a story that develops with other characters, many protagonists and villains, romance, of course short, long, with or without a happy ending, but present romance.

So I keep asking myself, what are they doing here? Because the series has given us this and more; the development of Din, accompanied by Grogu, his new son, having a new profession, recovering his planet, having rewards like the cabin, being guardians and the first line of defense of the outer edge,

unify with another tribe, redeem himself with his creed, with his own group, form a bond with a fallen princess, but more than that with a woman whom he respects, admires and values ​​​​very much (Bo katan) So, do you still think that Din lost prominence?? LOL I prefer to call it because they never paid attention to the series and I repeat, they are those types of people who have no passion for anything, they don't take a message from anything, they just want to see something "good" and short as if everything were a stupid video of tik tok haha ​​and well I think you're making a mistake if you keep seeing everything like this.

And with this I return to my childhood; the legacy that my mother left in me… watching the films and series from the golden age of Mexican cinema, those westerns that were so dark and sinister or at the same time with that soft and familiar tone, where there was everything and obvious. Romance, not just because it is a cliché, is part of our human nature, this is something that Star Wars has always touched on in its material. I loved seeing actors like Rodolfo de Anda being gunfighters and living their lives to the limit, without fear of anything, like Din Djarin, adopting children and saving towns, helping his friends and conquering the heart of a certain protagonist girl with his heroism, honor and bravery. .

Those are the westerns, gentlemen, and before criticizing the material of The Mandalorian or its relationship with Bo Katan, look at all the Star Wars content, you will notice that until recently Rebels and Ashoka also touched on these aspects. about, do yourself a favor and see the material better.

[marypickfords]

Gentlemen Prefer Nature Girls (Doris Wishman, 1963)

[thekatebridgerton]

omg hi <3 I just read your post about Penelope being surrounded by Bridgerton's and people thinking she had been engaged to Colin all this time as a reason for not having suitors and I agree 100% with you! also, I wanted to add a little something too! I think this is not only the Bridgerton's doing, but also Penelope's! like, Penelope grew up in a house in which she wasn't given much affection nor the chance to believe in herself, and I think it would comfort her to be surrounded by Bridgerton's who take care of her. Like, maybe one day she's just standing in a corner drinking lemonade and suddenly one possible suitor asks her for a dance and Penelope's mind goes "is he for real? does he actually want to dance with me or does he pity me? does he like me? is this going to be a good idea? is my mum right about me?" and then one of the Bridgerton brothers practically sweeps in to ask her for the same dance and I think she would prefer to go with them because she at least knows that their intentions are good and that they respect her. but yeah, Eloise glaring at any man that comes near them and the whole family consciously (and unconsciously for Colin himself) shooing away suitors for Penelope is actually very likely in my mind dhsakjhsak great blog btw, loving it <3

You know your idea really has merit, because, with the way Penelope is treated at home. her self esteem isn't really high during her years as a debutante. Add that to the fact that she's heard enough snide comments about her wardrobe to make it plausible for Lady Whistledown to comment on it, and the Bridgertons being so overprotective they send "back off Colin's girl signals" to any gentleman who even dares to sniff in her direction. And you have a Penelope who 100% thinks that any guy who does dance with her is doing it out of "pity" and isn't actually interested in her as a romantic prospect.

even if a man does get close enough to court her, she wouldn't take him seriously for the first 3 dates. She thinks everyone who dances with her does it out of pity or friendly charity.

Meanwhile the gentlemen who really do like her, can't even get close because Benedict, Anthony (and Kate), Eloise, plus the younger Brigertons just look too intimidating. And then there's that dude, the Bridgerton who always travels and smiles so innocently that you almost forget that he could kill a man and get away with it in international waters. Always hovering around Penelope, honestly.

It's really a pity that a kind, intelligent young lady like Penelope Featherington is so unofficially engaged to a cad like that. If the ton had more brave men she would have already been seduced away.

But oh dear reader. *fakes Julie Andrews voice*

There is not a soul in the ton willing to go up against all 9 Bridgertons for the sake of stealing away the heart of a gem like Miss Penelope Featherington even if she did believe in the honesty of a non Bridgerton courtship anyway. At this point it's not that her would be suitors are cowards, they all just value their lives.

....But what if Colin announced that he really wasn't interested in Penelope?. And what if the terrifying anti-marriage best friend was suddenly nowhere to be found.

That darling, kind, innocent little readhead could very well be seduced into being a wife by someone determined enough to get married to the right woman.

I know Miss Penelope isn't a diamond of the first water. But it does come to mind that if naïve Edwina hadn't had a suitor as intimidating as Anthony and a sister as terrifying as Kate to keep the wolves at bay she probably would have been so easily led astray... oh dear, maybe I said too much

(Lol meanwhile Penelope is laughing her butt off with Lady Whistledown's editor somewhere in downtown London at the thought of her being naive, or not knowing when a gentleman is up to no good) The problem is that Penelope really does have no idea when a gentleman is up to something actually honest and good because she's so naturally distrustful of second motives.

and that's the very hilarous tea

[seacavepuzzle]

Another Day, Another Man (1966) Blaze Starr Goes Nudist (1962) Bad Girls Go to Hell (1965) Gentlemen Prefer Nature Girls (1963) The Sex Perils of Paulette (1965) Nude on the Moon (1961) My Brother’s Wife (1966) The Prince and the Nature Girl (1965)

[natromanxoff]

The Sun - July 8, 1982

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BLOND BLOKES DYE TO HAVE MORE FUN

Top stars hit the bottle for a light fantastic look!

By JOHN BLAKE

ONCE more unto the bleach, dear friends… Gentlemen — and pop stars — are no longer content to prefer blondes. They want to be one themselves.

As Rod Stewart sang: “Blondes havemore fun.” He turned to the bleach bottle, so has chart-topping Captain Sensible.

The list of stars who admit to paying up to £55(?) to have their locks turned to gold is almost endless. It includes all of Police, Dollar, Terry Hall from Funboy Three, Simon le Bon from Duran Duran, Billy Idol, Roger Taylor from Queen, Nick Heyward from Haircut 100 (of course!) and Julian Lennon.

Others who are less talkative about their spectacular blondness include Robert Redford, Ryan O’Neal, artist David Hockney and daredevil motorcyclist Eddie Kidd.

David Van Day from Dollar says: “My life really did change when I went blond. Somehow you seem to stand out in a crowd — and that’s something girls really like in a man.

“I didn’t have the nerve to go blond overnight. I (…) did it gradually while I was with Buck’s Fizz.

Brighter

“I suppose some people think it’s a bit camp to dye your hair.

“But I reckon it’s better to be blond than to have bright green or purple hair like the punks.”

There are, however, one or two drawbacks to being blond — as Simon le Bon, Duran Duran’s heart-throb leader, has (…) (…) to his (…).

“There’s still something of a cliche about blonds being dumb,” he says. “And it seems to go for guys almost as much as girls.

“People really do seem to think that if you have blond hair you are probably a bit daft.

First

“Sometimes I stay up to it, depending who it is(?) but usually I don’t have the heart.

“I’ll tell you one big advantage, though — (…) (…) (…) (…) (…) in the dark hair.”

Hairdresser Danny Godser(?), of Sweeneys in London’s Knightsbridge, is (…) to the secrets of many famous less-than-natural blonds.

Drop in to his salon on any ordinary day and you are likely to see the peroxide being plastered on to Rod Stewart, (…) George, Eddie Kidd, Andy Summers from Police, Judy (…) and dozens more.

Danny says: “People always seem slightly shocked when they look in the mirror after they’ve had it done the first time. But they soon get used to it.

“I really think people don’t give a damn any (…).

[…]

for a lot of the slightly older stars it has the advantage of covering up all their grey hair.”

One celebrity who claims he has now forsaken the bleach bottle is DJ David Hamilton.

Colour

He says: “When colour television first started a girlfriend suggested that since I was going to be seen in color, I should go really blond.

“She dyed it for me and I kept it going for quite a while. But in the end my hair was becoming very (…) (…) dead. I decided it simply wasn’t good for it.

“It’s quite gratifying now to see that everybody else is dying their hair. When I did it people seemed to think it was a bit strange.

“A lot of people implied that I had to be gay just because I dyed my hair.

“How it’s become par for the course and I feel I must have been a bit of trendsetter.”

One of the most famous blonds of all is Sting from Police.

He says: “We only went blonds at first because we were desperate for work.

Idea

“An advertising agency offered the three of us an appearance on TV if we would have our hair dyed.

“At first we weren’t keen on the idea. But once we’d done it we liked the effect and we agreed to stay with it.

“Now we wouldn’t have our hair any other way.”

The last word must go to Captain Sensible, who is sitting pretty(?) at the top of the charts with Happy Talk.

“Of course, blonds have more fun, silly” he says. “They (…) have more hit records, don’t they?”

[Photo caption: Sting… dyed to land a telly commercial]

[Photo caption: Robert Redford… keeping it a dark secret]

[Photo caption: David Hamilton… girlfriend egged him on]

[Photo caption: Roger Taylor… Bright way to get a head]

[Photo caption: Rod Stewart… he loves getting plastered — with peroxide]

[Photo caption: Terry Hall… the Funboy who put more flair into his hair]

[Photo caption: Julian Lennon… he saw the light and it went to his head]

[imnobodyuknow]

Ladies and gentlemen...

Or your papas, whichever suits the occasion.  😉

It only took forever, but here it is: “big reveal” number 59!

***Doki Doki Literature Club Spoilers Ahead!!!***

So, this drawing is a bit on the abstract side -- a simple scene with a deeper meaning than meets the eye (especially if you happen to be familiar with the game it’s made after).  What kind of scene, you ask?  Just a happy hypothetical scenario in which the cast of Doki Doki Literature Club get to meet their maker!

Uh, no, not that one.  I’m talking about Dan Salvato, the game’s creator!  If we assume they all know who he is (which I realize implies that they all became self-aware somehow -- y’know, minor details), I imagined they’d be all too happy to meet him in the flesh!

Well, heh...  All but one.

So, while I don’t actually know Dan Salvato or what he’d do if he could interact with his brainchildren this way, I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of him showing up in their world to share some love with them.  (I know that’s what I’d do, anyway.  😊)  As you can see, three of them are enjoying his company, and Natsuki has even been moved to tears.

This might seem a little out of character for her unless you consider these two words: Better dad.  Need I say more?

Monika, on the other hand, isn’t quite so thrilled to see him.

Oh, and the protagonist is there, too, of course.  Let’s just pretend we’re looking at this scene from his point of view.  😏

Why the stark contrast in their reactions?  As you know if you’re familiar with the game’s story, these girls each have their own burden to bear, all of which are a lot heavier than you might think just by looking at them.  Monika’s burden, however, was of a somewhat different nature than the others -- she became aware of the game’s existence and her role in it, decided to use it to her advantage, and it blew up in her face.  She ended up coming to terms with it, but not without lashing out a bit at the player first, and it wouldn’t surprise me if she felt the same way toward the game’s creator.

With that in mind, I can imagine the other three girls forgiving good ol’ Dan for what he put them through (again, assuming they understand the whole situation now), but in Monika’s case, I doubt she’d be willing to forgive him quite so easily, if at all.  You may have noticed Sayori inviting her into their group hug:

She’s essentially saying with her face, “Come on, Monika, just let it go!”  Monika’s response would likely be something like, “He puts me through an existential crisis, a lack of purpose, and a painful rejection, and you expect me to forgive him just like that?”

Or maybe something simpler like, “It’s not that easy.”

One other thing I want to point out is how Dan is looking straight at her, ready to let her into the group whenever she’s prepared to.  He’s giving her the look of a loving father, in other words.  😊

And now, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to take a look at this scenario from a Christian point of view (’cause that’s what I do 😉).

Suppose, hypothetically, your life had an author (either the God of the Bible or a different one, whichever you prefer) and you had a chance to meet them (either in a vision, a dream, after death, or something else -- again, whichever you prefer).  Knowing that they were responsible for everything that happened to you -- good and bad -- what would you say to them, if anything?  Would you be like Monika in this drawing, showing them bitterness (or flat-out hatred) for all the suffering you and your loved ones have had to go through in your life?  Would you be like Yuri, Natsuki, and Sayori, showing them gratitude for the good things you and your loved ones have experienced in your life, as well as the gift of life itself?  Or would you feel a mixture of the two and try to decide which attitude would be most appropriate?  Even as a die-hard Christian, I wouldn’t blame anyone for having trouble deciding what kind of tone they would take.

Anyway, while you’re pondering that question, here are the images I used for the characters.  For Natsuki and Yuri’s profiles, I used these:

For the characters’ facial expressions, I used these:

(I combined two different sprites for that one)

For Sayori’s arm, I used Monika’s main menu sprite:

For Dan Salvato, I used a photo of him from the DDLC wiki:

Drawing that hairstyle was a challenge, but a fun one.  I’m a little disappointed with how ugly the color of his shorts turned out.  Sorry about that, Mr. Salvato!  😓

And finally, the setting is based on the residential area from the game:

I just have to say, I long for the day when I can draw something with that level of detail.  That’s just nuts!  😳

Anyway, I hope this drawing sparked some deep, deep thoughts for you, or that it was enjoyable at the very least.  And if it turns out there is an Ultimate Being who crafted the world, life, and you...cut ‘em some slack.  You wouldn’t want to have their job, after all.  😐

[meanmisscharles]

Still having my personal OFMD AU headcanon of Ed running a house of traditional, showgirl bearded-queen, drag performers who goes in half with Stede to save his club, Gentlemen Prefer Bonnet's (Get it? GET IT??) with his house of stunt queens that barely pad and show their boy-chests. It's good business for both.

Ed is a decades long fave. Total Cunt aesthetic, face always beat to the godess and basically just comes out to shoot the shit with the crowd, show off vintage Balenciaga ball gowns and collect $20's. She doesn't wear wigs, this is her hair.

Izzy of course, is all, "WE USED TO BE CALLED FEMALE IMPERSONATORS AND WE LIKED IT! THIS NEW LOT DOESN'T HAVE A SINGLE STREISAND BETWEEN THEM! STEDE FUCKING BONNET DONE FUCKED UP DRAG!" Only does Sondheim show tunes.

Fang usually hosts and knows all the regular's pet's names and anniversaries. Always has time for selfies if you ask nicely.

Ivan also co-hosts and will hype up the most tired queen until even they believe they're about the shut the show down.

Lucius is the booking manager for 'Gentleman Prefer Bonnets'. Never misses an opportunity to remind everyone he'd be an excellent drag queen, if he wanted to, which he doesn't.

Wee John is costume designer and he can make a dance costume, headband and a dress out of a single pillowcase. Don't get him started about hand beading. Only performs in drag on Christmas, the 4th of July and Guy Fawkes Night.

Frenchie is the DJ, creating sick remixes that he sells cds of during Meet & Greets. Has a following that shows up just to get his new music.

Buttons is everyone's favorite Spooky Queen and has a bird act and the crowd Eat. Her. Up. EVERY. TIME.

Roach will buck the house down. Splits, donkey kicks, twirls, dips, another split, "IS HE GONNA JUMP FROM UP THERE?"

Black Pete is the veteran still giving 'butch queen first time up in drags' after 10 years. Is super sweet taking every sweaty, crumpled dollar.

The Swede is fish, ok and she doesn't use vocal tracks, she can sing. Nothing is ever in English. Or Swedish. Ivan or Fang end up picking up their tips for them,because it's not about the money.

Oluwande reps for the Big Girls and the body is SNATCHED. The wigs are FIERCE. The mug is RIGHT. Everyone loses their shit if there's a Whitney Houston number.

Jim is security. Half of any drag brunch crowd is dreading getting kicked out by Jim, the other half is gagging for their turn. Throws Olu a single red rose at the end of their set, every performance.

Stede is the newest to drag, but insists on closing every evening. Nobody knows if it will be an Ethel Merman impersonation, doing all the parts to Lady Marmalade, uncomfortable oversharing of personal anecdotes, or a bit with puppets. It's chaotic and the audience loves the unpredictable nature of it.