#in which Sara polls

[banannabethchase]

Okay based on two conversations today, apparently I'm the weird one so I need to see if that's true using a very poor sample size:

[buckleydiazmp4]

i'm writing this 7×06 fic and i cannot decide whether i want it to be happy or not so.

[opportunity-strikes]

Adventure Poll!

Prev Poll

"You're hurt," you murmur, and gently push aside the offered items to get a closer look at the arrows. A sickly blight of black and crimson tendrils spreads across the bark-skinned creature in slow but steady pulses. They give a soft, pained laugh at your words.

"Dying, in fact," they say and there is something close to marvel in their voice, like they'd never imagined they'd get to experience something like this. You reach into your bag for a bandage or poultice, heedless of their self-decreed demise. They catch your wrist before you can administer anything, and you look at them with a frustrated and urgent huff. There's a chance your medicines won't work, but doing nothing is a useless certainty!

"Let me try to help you," you insist, staring them hard in the eye. They have no iris, you notice. Just deep amber sclera punctured by black pupils that regard you with a softness that belies each pained breath they take.

"She made a good choice, I think," they say to themself, and their eyes flicker across your face as though your entire life story is hidden in the curve of your frown, or the furrow of your brow. "Compassionate, determined, fearless to answer The Call." They shudder and gasp suddenly, fingers tightening around your wrist with crushing strength even in the throes of agony.

You reach forward to steady them, but instead the bundled cloak is pressed firmly into your hand. Over your shoulder you hear the distant snapping of underbrush, and calls in a language you can't parse. You glance into the depths of the woods, but see nothing except a scattering of leaves falling in slow motion. When you look back to your odd companion they have rapidly deteriorated, bark skin peeling away from the blighted arrows as though trying to escape it.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Olive Thomas (The Flapper)— There’s something about her that’s just so beautifully genuine, like you could reach out through the screen and touch her hand. She was a showgirl-turned-Hollywood-star who died a mysterious death, and now she haunts the New Amsterdam Theater. I’ve actually met her ghost— she seems pretty sweet!

Francesca Bertini (Assunta Spina, Countess Sara, The Last Diva)— There is no Diva like an Italian Diva and Francesca Bertini was the prima diva of the genre known as Italian genre cinema. Just watch her fill the screen with her face and her body in glorious close-up. Dressed in impossible floating draperies, conveying impossible depths of emotion, this is the kind of cinema that mesmerised audiences a hundred years ago. She's so free physically in the space of the screen, absolutely commanding - this is a vision of powerful woman that demands your adoration.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Olive Thomas propaganda:

Olive Thomas was one of the OG Hollywood starlets, and the only woman to seriously challenge Mary Pickford for Hollywood Queen supremacy. She was known for her stunning face and long ringlet hair, which is pretty amazing considering she was also the original flapper girl (so-called because of HER in the movie The Flapper!). She was also one of the first big Hollywood scandals, because her death was/is very suspicious and the idea that she might have died in a drunken accident (or been murdered by Mary Pickford's brother) was considered beyond the ability for "middle Americans" to understand. WE STAN A GORGEOUS MYSTERIOUS FLAPPER QUEEN!

Francesca Bertini propaganda:

[whoahoney]

Not the Babysitter

Steve Harrington x Single Mom!Reader

A/N: The polls are in! And this is the desired WIP by my peeps so here she is! I have more than this, but this is a little of their beginning🤍

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It was a warm afternoon, her shorts were short, her top was small, and Sara wore her favorite overalls, to which the two year old referred to as ‘ralls’.

Steve stood behind the counter, checking in movies that were returned overnight, when the bell jingled with the first customer of the day. “I’ll be right with you!” He said over his shoulder.

“No problem, we’re not in a rush.” She replied, her voice alone compelling him to drop the tape. Steve’s eyes darted for the security mirrors, trying to pinpoint the aisle she occupied.

He found them in the family section, of course. There she stood, her arms crossed against her chest. Steve melted at the way her brows came together in concentration. She sensed his presence quickly and met his gaze, which nearly took the breath from him.

“Hi!” She chirped, shifting her weight to the side, revealing Sara, her hands on her knees browsing the cover art across the shelves. The first thing Steve noticed about her was her hair. The spiraling pigtails made Steve’s heart throb.

He was absolutely into babysitters.

Girls that care about kids? C’mon. Can’t get better than that.

“Hi, I’m Steve.” He said, offering his hand as if that’s what he does with every customer. Without a thought, she took it, her heart jumping at the gesture.

“Y/n,” She said, the name matching her perfectly the second it came from her lips.

“Y/n…” he smiled, “—and who might this be?” He asked, looking past her to the toddler who stood next to her. “This is Sara,” She bent down to pick her up and settled her on her hip. “Can you say hello?” Y/n asked quietly, stroking her back soothingly.

“Hi.” Sara smiled bashfully and laid her head down on her mothers chest. “Hey, there!” He gave a warm smile, earning himself a giggle from the girl.

“Can I help you ladies find something? Or just browsing?” His hands settled on his hips.

“Actually, could you help us find The Care Bears in the Land Without Feelings?” She asked frankly, which Steve thought was adorable. He chuckled at the request and nodded, motioning for her to follow him to the computer.

“Let me check and see if we have it in the store.” He said, typing away at the keyboard. Sara grabbed at the candy below the counter, Y/n intercepts her small hand and holds it. “Not today, babe” Y/n mentioned, the use of the nickname made the corners of Steve’s mouth turn up.

Sara whined and wriggled in protest; irritated with the rejection. “We have snacks at home, remember? And we have cookie things! We wanna make those! But we can’t if you’re loud in the store, remember?” Y/n reminded her whispering at the end. The toddler’s eyes lit up at the mention of the treat, and pressed her finger to her lips to make a ‘shh’ sound with her mom, successfully avoiding a tantrum.

Steve had seen many families come into Family Video and almost every time a small child asks for candy, there is either a meltdown—complete with kicking and screaming, the parents give into the whining, or someone gets spanked, which all make Steve very uncomfortable.

He waited for the monitor to load, taking the opportunity to look at them again. Sara now sat on the counter, Y/n’s forearms resting on either side of her legs to cage her in.

“You’re really good with her.” Steve complimented. Y/n laughed, “Thank you, I try my best,” Steve matched her laughter with his own, pleased he could make her smile.

“Do you have any?” Y/n asked, to which Steve responded, “Oh, yeah, like six of ‘em now.” He nodded casually, not completely understanding her question. Y/n’s eyes widened in shock and confusion, surely he didn’t mean—

“Six?” She asked for confirmation. “Oh yeah! I get ‘em where they need to go, we get together and do things, try to be there for ‘em when their folks are working, you know? Keep ‘em out of trouble, well, most of the time they’re getting me in trouble—” He said. That was then Y/n realized Steve was talking about babysitting, not parenting.

Steve confirmed the tape was recently returned, searching in the bottom of the bin he was previously sorting through. “Do you watch any other kids? Or is it just Miss Sara?” He asked, successfully locating the tape and flipping it over to inspect the reels inside.

Steve held up the tape in victory, giving Y/n a smile. “Let me get this rewound for you and I’ll get you checked out.” He stepped out from behind the counter and walked quickly to the rewind room. The pep in his step made Y/n blush.

After a minute or two, Steve returned with the video, locating the case and tucking the tape away. He typed in the prices on the cash register, smiling when she paid for most of it in cash and the rest with quarters and nickels, something he would’ve rolled his eyes at had it been anyone else, but with her it was endearing.

“Let me know how it ends.” Steve said smoothly, applauding himself in his head. “We’ll be happy to.” She smiled, accepting the bag, his fingers brushing hers in the process.

Y/n placed Sara back on her hip and walked to the door, while Steve internally struggled over the matter of asking her out. Before she could pull the door all the way open, he called out to her, to which she turned immediately. “Maybe, uh, sometime when you aren’t babysitting, I could take you out sometime?” He asked while trying to keep up his confident façade.

Y/n smiled and couldn’t help but give a laugh, which sent Steve’s heart plummeting. Fuck.

“You’re cute, Steve, and really sweet, but I’m not a babysitter...” She said before letting the door fall shut behind her.

Steve stood there confused for a few solid seconds before the dots connected:

‘Well, why does she have someone’s kid all…. Oh shit.’

He allowed his forehead to rest on the counter, hitting the end of his fist next to him a couple times as he chanted ‘..stupid, stupid, stupid..’ to himself inside.

[young-royals-confessions]

Can you make a poll which still is the best?

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, April 7, 2024

My posts

This week feels like it has been a hundred years long (not in a bad way). 

Somehow we joined together to balance the seesaw just right so Ava Gardner and Jean Seberg could both go through in the Hot Vintage Lady polls (percentages rounded). Like, I’m wearing the Ava jersey and even I encouraged people to vote Jean when necessary. Honestly, I just wanted to see if it could be done. And it COULD. 

Round three has begun. It is already horrific. This is the first round that’s really going to hurt because we spent the last one really getting down in the dirt and championing our ladies, or learning about actresses we’d never heard of before and getting attached to them. And now? We are reminded: memento mori. Everyone loses but one. 

(I personally pitched in for Sara Montiel. “BUT JUST LOOK AT--” Yeah, I did, thanks.)

Reblogs of interest

April Fool’s Day: You were here for the Boopening, yes? The whole thing was that you only got badges for giving boops, not receiving them, which is a great way to not reward popularity contests, but also means that every last one of us was out here trying to figure out who to bap with a cat’s paw 1000 times. I said, listen, my notifications are already trash garbage today. I’ll take the bullet. Boop at will.

The Activity graph isn’t too clear on this point, but it looks like I had something like 65,000--hits? engagements? boops?--that day. Listen, I got the black paw badge too. We all did what we had to do in the Boopening. 

A Shakespearean boop of goodly length: “And, Meowntague, come you this afternoon, to know our further pleasure in this case, to old Food-bowl, our common judgment-place.” 

I had to go lie down awhile after a pun like “The Purrge.”

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I had just gotten up from that pun and then I had to go lie down again.

Account security gothic

The Canada griffin

Dinotopia nostalgia

Two pairs of spectacles, one made from slices of emerald, and the other from slices of diamond

An old favorite: Cerberus as a puppy, guarding the gates to heck

I feel like these two posts have the same energy: Time cops will not let you travel back to the Titanic and bloodthirsty gazebos are currently in a dormancy period.

The birds are still troubled

PSA: The best sunscreens for your face

Video

A collection of various American Indian/indigenous American languages, including Navajo, Tlingit, Lakota, Colville Okanagan Salish, Cherokee, Yucatec Maya, Greenlandic, Mohawk, Yup'ik, and Mi'kmawi'simk. 

A trans health-and-wellness fundraiser (Mercury Stardust, Point of Pride, and friends) kept getting banned off Tiktok due to assholes. Here’s how to donate; I saw a few “here’s how they helped me” notes, so it seems like these programs are both legit and effective. 

You think you’re going to sit staring at this video because Chocolate Guy is weaving chocolate. Then you get into it, and it just keeps going.

“Too Sweet” is doing hilariously well on the charts for a song that didn’t even make the album proper. Hozier’s bees would like to thank you for your support.

I know I said that Stevie Nicks would make you sing backup on your own haunting, but late in this 1997 live performance of “Silver Springs,” she makes Lindsey Buckingham, the man she wrote this song about, look her in the eye while she belts it at him. This specific performance was released as a single (I was there, Gandalf) and nominated for a Grammy. Watch the video and you will see why.

The Women Those ‘Evolution Of Beauty’ Videos Leave Out

I don’t really know how to describe this rubberhose-style cartoon of Cab Calloway as a singing nightmare clown. Betty Boop is also there. “You just described it!” No, I really didn’t. 

How movable type worked 1000 years ago, from scratch.

Unrestrained seasonal yak fun

A snowy raven photoshoot

The sacred texts

I don’t know how to explain this double Sacred Text about ominous dreams that comes with its own comic, except to say that they’re so iconic that I first saw both posts in lo-res Pinterest screencaps.

April Fool’s: The ultimate sacred text.

Personal tag of the week

Wet beast Wednesday, which had both a headshake stickflip and bears on a swan boat.

[talas-first-lady]

This is the last one because Luther is boring and anything Five does cannot be summarized.

[generaterandom]

ID in ALT text

Inspired by this post by @beanieman

This has been SO LONG in the making. Shoutout to the Yuri server for helping me draft it and to my boyfer for being my biggest hype man, love you guys to bits xoxo

For your information: both endings will be posted. The poll is just for which one gets posted first. Also it will take very, very long for the next pages to come out, sorry folks. I can only hope it will be worth the wait. I’ll make a master post once they start really coming.

[banannabethchase]

Okay based on two conversations today, apparently I'm the weird one so I need to see if that's true using a very poor sample size:

[opportunity-strikes]

Adventure Poll!

Previous Poll

Very carefully you scoop up the stone in your hands, flinching instinctively as you do. This time there is no extreme reaction that takes you off your feet--thank goodness, you've collected enough aches and pains for the day. What does happen feels very... restrained? Or perhaps a better word is 'distant'. Like someone is reaching out to you through a nigh-impenetrable barrier.

Your thoughts, lingering on the dryad, coalesce as though guided. In glimpses you see a vast, deep forest. Welcoming. You see the golden light of a sunset filtering between the trunks of strange trees. You see the dryad silhouetted by the light. Determined. They walk in this odd, twisted grove, bright eyes searching the ground. You see stones. Many cracked, some whole, but all a pale grey... inert. Grief. You see a flash of this stone, veins of vibrant green glowing very softly, nested between the roots. Hopeful.

You frown, and direct your thoughts to the bracelet of thorns around your arm. What is it? What does it mean?

The presence pauses, and in your minds eye you see a litany of unfamiliar heraldry assigned to families of creatures you can't even begin to categorize. Community. They swiftly fade into the background and leave the dryad surrounded by dozens of shadowy figures with the same tree-like silhouette. A breeze disperses them like fog, leaving only the dryad. Loss. In one hand they cradle the green-veined stone, in the other a small gold bracelet dotted with thorns. You blink and the dryad is gone, and you are standing in their place holding the stone and wearing the bracelet. Legacy.

'Legacy' echoes in your mind.

'She made a good choice, I think,' the dryad had said. 'Fearless to answer The Call'.

You take a deep breath, feeling as though you're trying to grasp something altogether too big to hold. Something--or someone--had called out to you this morning, and knowingly or not you had answered and been given... what? A responsibility? A legacy? A heraldry? And definitely a sapient rock that can communicate with you in your mind.

[jailwithonlyboys]

pick your favorite video!!

[fatheriimaginedyoutaller]

Which fic should I work on? Vote for the options at the end of the post

[Image ID: white woman covering her face with her hands in frustration. in front of a computer, surrounded by crumbled up papers. End ID]

Ya boy having a mental breakdown over what fic to work on. So its up to you beautiful people to decide for me! Under every option you'll have the lenght, the summary and the main characters. Choose wisely.

LET THE GAMES BEGING

Option 1 - THE ORACLE APPRENTICE

Ongoing/Multi chapt

Main characters are Barbara Gordon and Damian Wayne

Plot revolves in a pre-52 like timeline where Damian got shot by Deathstroke in the spine while on the League. Which led his mother to send him to Barbara Gordon, Bruce had died while fighting the Red Hood.

Option 2 - UNSPOKEN

Ongoing/Multi chapt

Main characters are Damian and Steph

A sort of Reverse Robins AU where an Late 20s!Damian battles his own demons after his parents death. As he sturggles on taking up the cowl, he also runs into Stephanie Brown, a homeless teen mom he decided to open up his house to. Who might be an important piece of the puzzle to solve his father's murder

Option 3 - THE MAIDENS

Ongoing/Multi chapt

Main characters are Komand'r, Talia Al Ghul, Artemis Grace, Sara Lance and Poison Ivy (Aka The Maidens)

A team up with the aforementoned characters. Takes place after the events of shadow war. Talia struggles with her new life as a runaway. An interdimesional time traveller offers her an opportunity of stepping out the demon's shadow.

Option 4 - HER NAME WAS ELLA

One shot

Main characters are Cassandra Cain and Damian Wayne

An exploration of how two victims of similars type of abuse can have completely different takes on what happened to them. And how both can come to an understanding despite that. Using the tale of Cinderella as a jumping off point.

Option 5 - NOSOCOMEPHOBIA

Longshot

Duke Thomas is the protag

Duke finally allows hismelf to admit that he's not ok. His old phobia of hospitals comes creeping in after an incident. An explroation of denial and mental health

Option 6 - A BEAR-TIFUL LIFE

Longshot

Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent ship

Snapshots of Bruce and Clark's relantionship with the fraiming device of Bruce accepting hismelf as a member the gay bear subculture.

AND NOW.... THE POLL

[relatableblorbopoll]

Round 1 of preliminaries, group 12

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

Propaganda under the cut

Rod (Avenue Q)

"he struggles with accepting the fact he's queer and in love with his best friend. he also feels very lonely at times and really just wants someone to be there for him"

Missi (Vampair Series)

"she was a book nerd who was so obsessed with vampires it led to her becoming one which is also my fantasy"

Lia (The Music Freaks)

"She was a good person who hanged out with an admittedly introverted kid who got bullied for her interests. So she, due to pressure and want to fit in and make friends, and simply be liked by others, became someone she wasn't to please them. Even if it meant becoming a jerk. She later acknowledges this and I believe she's moving on."

Sand (Only Friends)

"tired bisexual with good music taste and is so tired and done with all the messy dramatic people around him. just wants to play music, have some money, and maybe even date someone nice. instead he's gotten involved with the world's worst gay friend group and just deserves a nice day without having to deal with all of this bullshit"

Pa Jindapat (Bad Buddy)

"disaster wlw. her type is anyone who she feels comfortable with and is taller than her. shoots her shot with her brother's best friend after failing to set him up with her. has a full fool proof guide on how to tell if someone likes you and yet does not realize that her feelings are reciprocated"

Sara Murphy (Milo Murphy’s Law)

"Sara is a massive nerd. She loves the tv show Dr Zone (an in-universe show, based off of Dr Who) and is EXTREMELY passionate about it. She talks about it all the time, and knows very obscure details about it. Her t-shirt is a character from Dr Zone. She spends a lot of time on social media discussing Dr Zone with fellow Dr Zone fans. She relates most things back to Dr Zone. Dr Zone is her *entire life*. She is relatable in other ways too. In one episode she goes on a date, and spends the entire date overthinking everything and freaking out (visualised as small versions of her in costumes around her head). She’s also shown to be quite socially awkward. In conclusion, her fandom is her entire life and she is just like me fr"