#julianne divines

[snowlessknitter]

The Masked Singer: S11 E8 (Group B Returns/Girl Group Night)

This week sees the final Wildcard enter the competition. I am watching on a delay tonight (been watching the Atlanta Braves game against the Miami Marlins), but I have managed to keep myself from seeing spoilers.

As always, I post before seeing any unmaskings, so don’t take these guesses as spoilers.

Miss Cleocatra 🐈: A snake, a domino with 5 dots on it. Photos of Bette Midler and Whoopi Goldberg. Is apparently an inspiration to Michelle Obama…and her mother. Definitely sounds like an older woman, but I can’t place who it is. The bonus clue: “Stop! (in the Name of Love)” by The Supremes. Could she be a member of The Supremes? I don’t think this is Diana Ross. I think both the judges’ guesses of Loretta Divine and Jenifer Lewis are good guesses, though. I’m officially stumped.

Beets 🍠: I immediately thought this was Ruben Studdard and Clay Aiken in their first performance, but will the clues and a second performance confirm it for me? One Beet calls himself “the ladies’ man” and the other calls himself “the tough guy”. Well, Clay’s fanbase (mostly women) called themselves the “Claymates”. We see a sprig of mistletoe. I believe Ruben and Clay have previously done a Christmas album or Christmas tour together. We see a boarding pass. A menu and a castle made of bread. I can still recognize Clay’s voice from a mile away all these years later. The bonus clue: “Weak” by SWV. They say they made their audience “weak” in the knees on Broadway. Ruben and Clay did a Christmas-themed show on Broadway. So, yes, I’m sticking with Ruben Studdard and Clay Aiken.

Gumball 🍬: A set of angel’s wings. His wife has a disease that will impact her later in life. A crescent moon and a globe used as a bowling ball. It’s been a while since I’ve seen his previous clue package, so I can’t remember his previous clues. The bonus clue: “Don’tcha” by the Pussycat Dolls. Perhaps he knows Nicole Scherzinger? Nope, he says he starred in something with Channing Tatum. I think Derek Hough was the best guess here, as his wife recently suffered a health crisis and he has also done some music with his sister Julianne Hough and their friend and fellow dancer Mark Ballas.

Seal 🦭: Our final Wildcard of the season enters the competition! A treasure chest, perceived as a “wild child”. He says he’s been on some posters on teens’ walls. Was part of a famous group. He’s not that bad of a singer, but doesn’t necessarily sound “polished”. He could be a comedian or maybe somebody from “Jackass”. The bonus clue: “BO$$” by Fifth Harmony. Says he’s got a boss like Steven Spielberg. I think Jenny’s guess of Corey Feldman sounds the most accurate. He was a wild child, part of The Goonies, who search for a treasure. And Corey has released some music. His voice isn’t the most polished, but singing is something he likes to do. I’ll go with Corey Feldman.

[influencermagazineuk]

Chic and Beautiful Celebrity Kitchens You Will Love 

With beautiful marble islands and amazing decorations, celebrity kitchens are something we all dream of having. Kitchens are often called the hearts of the home, so they are perhaps one of the rooms that shows the most of the owners' personality. There is surely something intriguing about celebrity kitchens, as the design and architectural decisions can speak volumes about the way the owners cook, live and entertain.  Kitchen designs can also set the tone for the rest of a home, so celebrities need to be creative in their remodelling choices. Celebrity kitchens can inspire you to create exceptional kitchens and spice up your creativity.  So, are you ready to have a party dinner in Julianne Hough’s kitchen, prepare breakfast in Reese Witherspoon's pale blue cooking space or have a coffee in Dakota Johnson's kitchen in Los Angeles? If yes, here are the most beautiful celebrity kitchens you will surely adore.  Image source: https://www.freepik.com/free-ai-image/modern-luxury-kitchen-design-with-elegant-wood-material-marble-decoration-generated-by-ai_48646359.htm#query=elegantkitchen&position=13&from_view=search&track=ais   Julianne Hough Many people remodel their homes to impress guests and maintain a certain image, but the house of Julianne Hough is truly designed to say something about her personality. Julianne's passion for decoration comes from her childhood when she was thinking all the time about new ways to upgrade her bedroom. All the rooms in her house are amazing, but the kitchen is something absolutely divine. Her cooking space is the best example of using textures and colours in the right ways. She successfully balances the blue kitchen cabinets by using glass panels as doors and tile as backsplash. It is a bold and bright kitchen remodelling idea, but at the same time, it is very airy and light.  She has also created an intimate breakfast nook in her kitchen with the help of rattan bistro chairs and a pedestal table. Julianne Hough's kitchen is everything you can dream of.  Gordon Ramsay Gordon Ramsay's kitchen is everything you would expect from a world-famous chef. He has multiple ovens, gorgeous oversized cabinets and massive stainless-steel appliances. His cooking space looks like something coming from one of his famous TV shows. Besides being eye-catching, his kitchen is also practical, a must for such a talented cook. He has many sinks, fancy cooking equipment, a huge fridge, and various copper saucepans hanging above his kitchen's island.  Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher The architecture and interior of Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis's house are beautiful and modern. They made a bold move in their kitchen by integrating black cabinetry with wood accents. Although the house has a farmhouse sitting, the modern kitchen works somehow with the other details in the house. The pitched roof, exposed beams and the Hector Finch pendants make their kitchen visually appealing.   Miley Cyrus Designer Mat Sanders and Tish Cyrus, Miley's mother, were the brains behind the singer's kitchen. The cooking space of Miley Cyrus is a juxtaposition of colours, patterns and design styles. The kitchen has accents of black and white and a sculptural dining table. The accessories in the kitchen are well chosen and stand out in the white cabinetry.  Reese Witherspoon Reese Witherspoon is not shy of showing her kitchen on Instagram. And who can blame her if the kitchen looks amazing and anyone would like to sit there? Her cooking space has a lot of things to be admired, but maybe the most beautiful element is her powder blue cabinets. Powder blue kitchens are a current trend, as the colour suggests freedom, sensitivity and imagination. This is why it is a top choice at the moment.  The Legally Blonde star has paired the baby blue kitchen units with tiles in a similar shade, creating a soothing and soft cooking space that is truly splendid. Dita Von Teese  Dita Von Teese has a retro kitchen best described as eccentric and dramatic. Just by looking at the star's kitchen, you would feel like you have a journey in time. Her cabinetry has a deep green shade that perfectly matches the golden pink elements and tiles of the countertops. The beautiful accents don't stop there, as Dita's ceiling also needs to be admired, as it is dramatically panelled. Her kitchen is glamorous, where the Art Décor meets Tudor style and creates a timeless design.  Hilary Duff Hilary Duff's kitchen is an eclectic dream. She has some bohemian blue cabinets that pair well with the white and black tiles. Her kitchen also has golden details, beautiful bar stools, and modern mid-century lamps. The statement of her kitchen is the blue colour and the geometric patterned tiles.  Dakota Johnson The home of Dakota Johnson is a beautiful lodge. Her bohemian kitchen has vintage accents with home accessories that vary in design and style. Dakota has a sage green kitchen that is absolutely gorgeous. She has natural elements of wood, touches of crystals and tall windows that bring in the natural light. Sylvester Stallone Sylvester Stallone owned a property in La Quinta, a Coachella Valley Californian city. However, he sold the house for $3.15 million. Unfortunately, with his sale, he said goodbye to the beautiful kitchen of the house.  Stallone's kitchen had dark wood cabinetry, a wood and stone centre island and stone floors. The kitchen was created to match the other elements of his Mediterranean-inspired house, which is why the cooking space had a cast iron chandelier, wood carvings and vaulted doors.  Final words Celebrities are known for having some of the most outrageously expensive homes equipped with designer finishes and the finest amenities, with the idea of a dream home written all over them. All the rooms of the celebrities' homes are fascinating and gorgeous, but there is something about their cooking space that makes people very curious. Most stars have elaborate designs and unique features in their kitchens that we could stare at all day long. If you want to redecorate your cooking space, it would be a good idea to look at the celebrity kitchens, as they will inspire you.  Read the full article

[bunnyglitchesreal]

GODS

we got gods identities

the (former) god of light, Lumos. was a dick for a little while but now he just plays golf because he got his power taken away.

the new god of light, Toki. weird little creature, has 4 arms and is basically an infant.

the god of weather, Ivan. Lumos' brother and probably the strongest god living on Arvion.

god of death/the underworld, Forden. Ivan's partner and probably the most important part of the story.

goddess of plants, Hydrangea. second youngest (like, 63 which is still a child with my weird god age system) and loud as shit

god of understanding, Iao. he fixes all of your problems and is basically Toki's dad but he doesn't like taking care of it at all

god of love, Amare. weak ass bitch, barely important other than being Hydrangea's brother

goddess of the moon and sea, Katrine. lives on the moon and figured out a way to make a completely pollution-free civilization there with water

goddess of creation, Olivia. LITERALLY GOD. SHE SEES AND KNOWS ALL AND SHE COULD CRUSH YOUR PUNY EARTH IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE and she lives in space :D

goddess of pain, Julianne. basically Olivia's daughter, refuses to acknowledge the fact that she is a divine being.

goddess of rock, the Titaness. hibernates underground mostly but what else can she do? if she emerges like 3 cities are getting wrecked.

that's all of my made up gods lol

[addictivecontradiction]

Far from heaven, 2002

[bretongirlwrites]

For the TES prompt list - 8. Willpower with Tara-Lei, because she sounds interesting. Plx n Thx <3

‘One of your greatest and most underestimated resources as a mage,’ Borissean would say, so often that it was becoming almost overestimated: ‘is your Willpower.’

    He’d say it in lectures, or out of them: prompted by the word being mentioned, or the subject coming up, or merely by the wind blowing in the right direction: and there was a divide among the students, between those who believed that what Cyrodiil called ‘attributes’ were measurable things, and those who thought them as real as divining the future from the intestines of a sheep. – And there would be animated debates on attributes, sometimes, and Borissean’s words would come up, so oft repeated that everyone could recite them. One of their greatest and most underestimated attributes. So oft repeated it lost half of its meaning…

    Trembling, in the floor: like a gathering storm. Trembling in the floor, shivering blankets, slow awakening. Tara-Lei can see little but a vase on the window-ledge, in deep moonlight. She is trembling: thinks something is wrong, wants it to be different, does not sit upright until she sees the vase shift. The vase shifts, the trembling exists, she springs from her bed – 

    ‘Willpower,’ Borissean would say – and he’d say the same thing every time, like a mantra – ‘is the elder sibling of Endurance. Endurance is the capacity to continue. Willpower is the capacity to start. And once you know how to start, then everything will become easier. You will not tire so easily, and your magicka will be within easier reach. There is not that effort of scrabbling for it.’

    ‘What do you think of it?’ Tara-Lei said sometimes, to Julianne – who was no sceptic about the attributes, who often made potions, after all, which fortified one or the other of them. Or claimed to. And she claimed it worked. And Tara was never so sure.

    ‘I think Willpower is certainly important,’ Julianne would say; and with a gesture towards the chaos of papers on her desk: ‘I wish I possessed more of it… I envy you it, you know.’

    Julianne is the next to awaken, and feeling the trembling runs to the window. Shouts something about the sky being red, as if it has been torn asunder. – ‘That is no moonlight. – Might it be a Blood-moon? – No…’

    Tara-Lei, mage-steward of the Kvatch guildhall, scarcely hears the fading, shivering ‘No…’. She is already in the stairwell. The silence is broken when the vase upstairs falls: Julianne tries to catch it, does not, it shatters. 

    ‘There is not that effort of scrabbling for it,’ Borissean always said, and all despite themselves remembered it: so that, in the moment, they wouldn’t be scrabbling for his mantra. 

    Tara-Lei has it written down in her lecture-notes: multiple times, for despite repeated material, she keeps the most meticulous notes. ‘Your notes might as well be bound and put in the Archives,’ Julianne would say. And then, self-deprecating, she would pull out her own sheaf of notes, lecture-transcript fragmented and blurring with ideas and sketches, and scratches where she ran out of ink without noticing. 

    Tara-Lei’s handwriting is immaculate – more legible than they pay scribes for, almost as legible as the press. And her notes are so eminently readable. And she reads them, over and over, and ponders them.

    Kvatch is falling, and with it Julianne. 

    She goes after Tara, stumbles on the stairs, still thinking about the vase and the flowers she could not save, and the red sky, and the clouds asunder. Something is wrong, something must be done, but what is happening, what must she do? Her duty and her rambling thoughts tear her in all directions: and on opening the door she is entirely overcome, for there is smoke on the air and shouting in the streets and for all they know it might as well be the end of the world.

    Something is wrong, something must be done, and Tara’s duty tells her to save the people of Kvatch. – ‘But how?’ cries Julianne, and looks about. – At which Tara does not reply. And Julianne scrabbles for the answer, there must be an answer. Tara at her side asks that she hold a ward around the guildhall. 

    ‘What are we doing? –’ says Julianne. 

    ‘Starting somewhere,’ says Tara, and is silent again.

    ‘Once you know how to start, then everything will become easier.’

    ‘If I only knew that,’ Julianne whispers to Tara, with another half-formed idea beneath her pen and in the mess of lecture-notes: ‘there is always so much to do, so much possibility.’

    ‘Ssh,’ says Tara, genially. 

    ‘But we’ve heard this lecture before,’ murmurs Julianne: ‘or at least the rudimentaries. “You will not tire so easily, and your magicka will be within easier reach.”’

    Borissean glances a little towards the whispers, and she is quiet, but wants to erupt. Tara chuckles to herself and pats Julianne’s knee. And later in the dormitory she and Julianne go over Tara’s lecture-notes together.

    ‘Starting somewhere,’ Tara said, in the chaos…

    Borissean, back at the Arcane University, with his lectures and his mantra: it is his image and his voice which is on her mind, in the stairwell, when the vase falls, when she goes outside. 

    Willpower is not some mystical thing, something thought and rethought and debated. That is why Borissean said the same thing, over and over: that is why he bade them remember it. Willpower is the capacity to start. And once one gets the hang of it, then – even at the end of the world – it is as simple as that.

[infaethable]

(part one here)

riz gukgak has been legally dead for a week when he wakes up in a hospital bed.

it’s not like in movies, he doesn’t come to consciousness all at once. he catches snippets of conversations and traces of sensations, the relief of his mother’s voice for half a second, the comforting smell of adaine’s bergamot shampoo that always lingers even a few days after a wash, a hand in his, rubbing a thumb across riz’s split and scabbed over knuckles before he finally fights the urge to go back into the sweet relief of unconsciousness and opens his eyes.

it's so bright that he immediately has to beat back the impulse to close them again, his pupils narrowing into slits in order to take in less light. he's got a killer headache, and his mouth is dry as he says the only thing he can think of.

which is understandably, "ow."

fabian, who riz had uncharacteristically not noticed sleeping silently in the chair beside the bed, falls out of said chair in surprise. riz lets a smile spread across his face, the first in a number of weeks.

now that he's more in himself, he takes in the room more and sees that clearly, he's been here for at least a little bit. if he had to guess, a couple of days. there are multitudes of cards on his bedside table, a kids one scrawled over in black sharpie clearly from fig, a handmade one that could be from kristen or gorgug, a lovingly colored in color by numbers type thing unmistakably from adaine, and a number of nondescript ones probably from distant classmates or his mom’s coworkers. on the windowsill is a slightly misshapen glass vase riz recognizes from it’s home on fabian’s dresser, holding a tin flower.  

riz leans over the side of his bed, ignoring the flash of pain from pulling his stitches (which he apparently has now?) and takes in fabian himself, who’s getting his bearings on the floor. he supposes he’s being hypocritical, as someone in a hospital bed, but fabian looks rough. 

he's got dark shadows under his eyes, and his hair, which over the past year had shifted slowly from straightened to loose bouncy curls, is frizzy, and disheveled like he’s run his hands through it too many times for the style to keep. his jacket, usually pressed (which riz made fun of to no end, the idea of pressing a letterman's jacket was so ridiculous-) was crumpled on the chair as if it had been draped over him like a blanket when he fell. and as fabian reaches a hand on the side of the hospital bed to help himself up, riz sees that there are white bandages wrapped around his palms.

riz feels a pang of worry along with the pull of his stitches, so he reluctantly repositions himself, but cocks his head to meet fabian’s gaze and croaks out (he should really ask about some ice chips-), “what happened to your hands?”

fabian finally gets himself to a standing position, blinks the sleep from his eyes, and says, "the ball. you’re- i'm going to get a nurse!" and runs out of the room.

riz gets about ten seconds of confusion before sklonda comes running in, and envelops him in the warmest hug he’s ever had and holds on for dear life.

and then, in a voice laced with more grief than he’s heard in six years, she says, 

"you- riz you were gone." 

and riz says back, trying not to get his mom’s curls in his mouth,

"i texted adaine?"

and sklonda pulls back, hands still on his shoulders, says, 

"and then you went missing for three weeks! they found three and a half pints of your blood on the floor of a laundromat in bastion city, riz you are so!"

and then she makes a noise that riz knows means she is utterly done with his antics and buries him in a hug again.

and a nurse comes and taps sklonda on the shoulder, "mrs. gukgak? we need to check his vitals." 

his mom corrects the nurse under her breath, “as i’ve told you, it’s miss gukgak.” before taking a step back.

riz answers benign questions like what country he's in (solace) what week it is (second week in november) how he’s feeling (bad) all the while craning his neck very subtly to see if fabian will come back in the room. his mom only rolls her eyes once. 

when the nurse leaves, sklonda sighs and rubs her temples, and starts, "riz, you lost- you lost so much blood." 

riz can’t meet his mother’s eyes as shame pools in his gut, says quietly, "i- not all of it was mine."

sklonda tenses, before continuing, "we figured that out when you showed up again, but riz, it was." and her eyes well up as her voice breaks, "if it had been, there was no way- you couldn't have survived it."

riz's brows furrow in confusion, as he prompts, “but it wasn't." 

and sklonda retorts with a frustrated hand gesture, "yes, well the idiots in the bastion city precinct didn't know that, riz." and pauses to make sure he's looking her in the eyes as she continues, "you were legally dead riz. for a week."

and riz's eyes widen as he takes in the information, "what- that's stupid. i was alive. didn't anyone do any divination spells? or locator spells? or, actually, fuck-” riz takes a quick breath as some machine next to him starts beeping, “i um. warded myself against divination and locator spells, but i think dead is a little bit of an overreaction! how does this happen?!" 

sklonda raises her voice, “calm down-” before taking a glance at the steadily rising heart rate monitor, and says in a low tone, “what's done is done, and the important thing is that you're alive."

riz does not calm down, his voice raising pitch slowly, "everyone thought i was dead? everyone?"

sklonda nods her head slowly, says, "we were about halfway through your will, which, by the way, how the fuck did you, a fifteen-year-old boy, get a will notarized without letting me know about it? do you want to explain that?"

riz's eyes are as wide as saucers as he says, "wait wait wait. my will? halfway- how much of my will?"

sklonda furrows her brows for a millisecond in confusion before a revelation washes over her face and incredulous anger sets in, 

"riz gukgak. you were legally dead for a week and that is what you're worried about? YOU LOST THREE PERCENT OF YOUR BODY WEIGHT IN BLOOD!"

and she takes a step back, takes a deep breath, and says, before riz can respond, "i am going to get myself another coffee, and you some ice chips. and you are banned from “deep cover” for- for till college!" 

and riz tries to sit up, but his stitches pull too painfully to ignore, so he cranes his neck to see out of the room as he shouts after her, "like in icarly?!"

sklonda shouts back, “stop pulling your stitches!” before disappearing out of sight. 

riz waits there for a couple of moments spiraling, maybe he got the old letter, fuck, did i remember to switch them out? habit of forgetting things integral to my wellbeing, please don’t fail me now, i promise i will never say anything bad about you again- maybe they didn’t even get through all of them? or maybe he got it but he didn’t open it? was going to save it for his wedding day or something like in that movie with julianne hough- before hearing tentative footsteps, and looks up to see fabian in the doorway, head down, wringing his hands. 

riz is suddenly acutely aware that he hasn’t talked to fabian (besides the brief exchange earlier) in almost a month, which would make it the longest he’s gone without talking to fabian since they met. even in those long and lonely weeks in jail, they found quiet ways to communicate. notes passed daisy chain style, the odd few messages by way of fig or adaine whenever both of their cell doors opened enough to let magic in. 

riz opens his mouth to say something, act like a normal fucking person, but- 

he can't.

and thankfully, fabian does, clears his throat and says, so quiet that riz might not be able to hear it if he weren't a goblin, "i got your letter."

fuck.

riz winces and looks down at his lap, the green of his hands contrasting with the pale blue hospital gown patterned with tiny dark blue polka dots. 

he holds his tongue as he thinks about what to say before finally responding, "you um.” so much for thinking about what to say, he thinks as he levels his gaze at fabian yet again, “i wrote two. i had to rewrite yours, for- reasons. which one?"

fabian takes a step into the room, pauses a moment, then closes the door behind him. fabian’s movements are slow and hesitant like he’s trying not to make any loud or sudden noises. he still won't meet riz's eyes. riz gets the sinking feeling that he knows what letter fabian read. 

fabian confirms it anyway, "the one where you said-" 

and that’s all riz needs to interrupt, his voice painfully high pitched at this point, "we don't have to talk about that. it- it was a contingency plan, just in case, you know, and we can just move past it." 

riz gives a smile that begs fabian to not notice his face is lime green right now. and then as a further misdirect, he adds, "you never told me what happened to your hands."

fabian finally meets riz's eyes, and his expression is. god, riz is so bad at reading faces, and he’d count fabian’s as his top three most readable faces, on the sheer amount he looks at it alone. he’s. confused? hurt? but that can't be true, why would fabian feel hurt? maybe he's mad riz took advantage of their friendship? but fabian denies that there's a friendship to betray at every turn-

his train of thought gets interrupted by fabian's next words, breathy with a hint of annoyance maybe, "i- my sword. burned my hands. when i made my pact." 

and riz's eyes widen even more as horror and panic sets it, what the fuck did fabian do-

"your WHAT?"

fabian winces at riz's gravelly voice, which cracks halfway through so it can't be very intimidating, before saying, "riz, it's not important, if we could just please talk about the letter-" 

riz interrupts him again, "i don't think my feelings for you matter as much as you selling your soul, fabian, why would you do that, oh my fucking gods-"

and fabian raises his voice for the first time, a hint of darkness and desperation riz hasn't ever heard before in his voice, "you were dead riz."

and riz quiets down, shakes his head from side to side a minuscule amount, before saying so quietly it could almost be a whisper, "what does that have to do with anything?"

fabian gets a look on his face that riz couldn't parse in a million years, his lips the smallest bit parted and his head shaking in mirror to riz’s. disagreement? confusion? riz can’t figure it out. 

fabian’s steps echo on the linoleum as he crosses the distance from the door to the side of riz’s bed. riz looks up at him, so much taller normally and even more imposing now, and he doesn’t know how fabian clocks it, but he does, leans down so he’s on his knees and he and riz are at eye level.

it's dizzying, to have fabian's full attention like this. he almost opens his mouth to question what are you doing? but can’t bring himself to break the magnetism of the moment. 

fabian’s gaze bores into his, and he says again, so softly riz thinks for a second that he wasn’t meant to hear it, and so broken that riz never wants to hear it again,

"riz. you were dead."

and for a beat, they just stare at each other.

fabian, slowly, slowly, reaches his hand to envelop riz’s, and it feels familiar. he can’t remember any other time fabian has held his hand, so that has to mean-

riz gets these feelings sometimes, little thorns of hope that dig their way in and whisper, what if- that inevitably disappoint when fabian crushes them underfoot. riz waits for the inevitable. 

the inevitable doesn’t happen. 

fabian leans in the slightest bit so that their foreheads are touching. so close that riz's breath hitches and fabian must feel it. and fabian has tears running down his face, riz doesn’t know how he missed fabian starting to cry, but he is, and fabian swallows a lump in his throat before saying in a pleading tone, 

"riz”

riz realizes that fabian hasn't called him the ball since he came in the room. 

so he says back, those thorns crawling their way into his voice, hope, bloody and raw, 

"yeah?"

fabian swallows again, and then, small and wavering, asks, "would you tell me again?"

and riz squeezes fabian's hand, involuntary, says, a tiny bit breathless,

"that i'm in love with you?"

and fabian nods imperceptibly, forehead still pressed against riz's.

so riz, with the conviction of a dead man, answers, "i'm in love with you."

and fabian inhales, sharply, before saying, "me too."

and then fabian kisses him.

and this isn't like the movies either, the tile is probably hard on fabian's knees, and riz has to crane his head to the side in his half laying down position, but fabian's mouth is warm and he tastes like coffee with so much sugar that it can't be called coffee anymore, and his hand that's not holding riz's comes to rest on the back of riz's neck, fingers threading into riz's curls. 

riz pulls away, takes a deep breath, and says, "you mean that you're in love with me, and not that you're in love with yourself right?" 

and fabian's face spreads into a smile and he laughs like sunlight that riz has barely seen in weeks, answers, "i'm in love with you, riz."

riz's voice is breathy and higher pitched than he would like as he says back, "cool cool cool. would you kiss me again?"

but as fabian goes to lean in again, he hears a voice from the doorway, the same nurse that took his vitals previously, 

"he most certainly will not. your heart rate is way too fast for the amount of blood you lost young man."

sklonda is behind her, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. 

fabian goes to back away with his arms up in a surrender motion, but at the last second presses a kiss to riz's lime green cheek, before he backs away for real. 

riz is already missing his presence as he meets sklonda at the doorway, where he finally breaks eye contact with riz to look her in the eyes. she puts a hand on his back to gently push him out of the doorway and into the hallway outside.

she says, annoyed in that way that means she’s not really annoyed but amused, “go get adaine. she’s been waiting for her turn for ten minutes, and if she waits any longer i can’t say in good conscience that she won’t murder you, and then we’d have an actual death on our hands.”

and sklonda turns back to riz, raises her eyebrows. riz raises his back, and she walks across the room to press a kiss to the corner of his head. the nurse rolls her eyes, mutters something about adventurers, and shuts the door on them.

[sweetiedobreva]

Nina Dobrev with her mom Michaela Dobrev and Julianne Hough ↩  

"Finally! Fresh Vine Wine made it to Europe! Divine wine! Divine time with my girls!"

https://instagram.com/p/CRtFJEQDlNd/

[peremadeleine]

The novel I'm currently reading is set in Renaissance Florence, and it's gotten me thinking about the Hannibal film. I know I've done (more than) my fair share of whining about the NBC show. Hannibal (2001), though, is its own kind of awful.

Hannibal is by far my favorite of the original three novels. (It’s also the one with the lowest aggregate ratings...go figure.) However, with hindsight, it's easy to see that the film adaptation was not destined to become the stuff of legend like its predecessor The Silence of the Lambs. It was missing three of the key (Oscar-winning) ingredients: director Jonathan Demme, the wonderfully faithful pen of screenwriter Ted Tally, and the earnest determination of Jodie Foster as our heroine. 

But! It still had plenty of things going for it. It had master actors--Gary Oldman and of course Anthony Hopkins revising his most (in)famous role--and solid actors, too, like Julianne Moore, who’s serviceable in the lead if not as passionate and iconic as Foster. It had an accomplished director, one at least capable of greatness, in Ridley Scott, and it had living legend Hans Zimmer as its composer. It should have been entertaining, at least, and well-made.

Yet with all these high-quality ingredients, it not only falls far short of Silence--not only fails to adequately tell the novel's story... It fails on a more fundamental level by not even being a good film.

And here's where Florence comes back into it: part of the reason why it fails is, I think the frankly awful cinematography.

Setting Hannibal's half of the story in Florence was a stroke of brilliance on the part of author Thomas Harris. Florence, the cradle of the Renaissance, capital of Tuscany, birthplace of Dante (from whose Divine Comedy this series took such inspiration) and of Machiavelli, home of more art, music, architecture, and history--and of course wine--than you can shake a stick at--full, too, of mystery, corruption, and violence. Is this not the perfect place to meet anew Hannibal Lecter, Renaissance man, amateur artist, lover of opera and architecture--and of course of wine? Is it not also the equally perfect place to meet Hannibal Lecter, monster, a mysterious man of violent, even deadly, whims? 

tl;dr Hannibal is, in a way, a kind of human embodiment of Florence. It’s why he’s such a fascinating character: he’s cultured and three-dimensional and interesting not because he’s a serial killer, but in spite of it. The serial killer part is almost an aside.

And the contrast here, between Hannibal in Florence and Clarice Starling in the U.S., is entirely intentional: our heroine Clarice, the ambitious young woman who ended the previous novel as a savior and rising star, is now trapped in a "little lowceiling life" and a failing career. Hannibal, meanwhile, occupies a literal palace with high ceilings ("the height of the room disappears into darkness"). Florence is not the ultimate paradise of the story, the setting of Hannibal and Clarice's happily ever after, but it is still a far cry from the dark basement office currently occupied by Clarice, or indeed from the dark basement cell in the now-abandoned Baltimore hospital which she visits early in the novel.

A lot of things in the Hannibal novel did not make it from the page to the screen. Some would've been harder to translate visually than others. However, this striking contrast between a "little lowcieling" existence and a high-ceiling'd, palatial one should have been even more effective on film. It is, after all, more a visual contrast than anything. Clarice's story is set in dark, soulless offices and a barely-lived-in apartment; Hannibal's, in one of the most vibrant and storied cities in Europe.

But...

...the filmmakers somehow get it backwards! As depicted in Hannibal, Florence is desaturated, seen through a strange bluish, low-contrast filter that makes it a strangely monochromatic--quite an odd way to present a famously warm-toned city in the heart of Tuscany.

(I liked Blade Runner, too, Ridley Scott, but chill.)

Shot this way, Washington D.C., even the Hoover building (which is anything but an architectural masterpiece), looks more appealing, or at least brighter and less foreboding, than the Florentine cityscapes. While this D.C. may not be as aesthetically pleasing as a centuries-old Italian city, with its trees and actual colors, nor is it as cold, hard, or unfeeling.

In other words, a good deal of the movie is just kind of ugly.

These cinematographic choices are more puzzling still since, over the course of the story, Clarice is (in theory!) coming to the conclusion that nothing is left for her in the Bureau, nor, ultimately, in the United States at all. Her life has become a kind of prison, and by making the choice to accompany Hannibal--and to take him as her lover--she frees herself. More importantly, she begins to live for herself in a way she hasn’t done before.

Yet in the film, Hannibal’s life, his world, appear just as dark and unwelcoming as Clarice’s. 

Just for the hell of it, here’s a comparison of two unedited-by-me shots of Florence, one from Hannibal (top) and the other a photo from a similar angle.

I tried to choose a photo of the same image with as-similar-as-possible lighting and that wasn’t oversaturated (there are many photos of the Florentine skyline with a great deal more color)...and it’s still twice as bright & colorful as what’s shown in Hannibal.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t much matter to the story that Hannibal’s Florence is a grim, monochromatic place, because the film alters the novel’s ending so as to make it unrecognizable. If Clarice Starling does not escape her psychological and emotional chains and chase freedom with him, our titular character represents...what, exactly? And what is the purpose of the larger story? Where is the Paradiso at the end of this Divine Comedy? Neither main character grows or changes (Hannibal’s all-important backstory is, in fact, erased entirely); neither seems to learn anything, nor to get anything they desire (save, perhaps, the deaths of Verger and Krendler). So presenting Florence as dark and dull doesn’t make much of a difference. The story simply isn’t there.

But if the sanitized script--a screenplay which stripped from Harris’ story every important element*--was the cancerous growth that sucked any and all narrative significance from the reels of Ridley Scott’s Hannibal, maybe the cinematography was an ugly, early symptom. 

That, and those baggy-ass suits they stuck on poor Sir Tony. No wonder he spent most of the movie chewing gum and looking bored.

*John Brigham’s death, Jack Crawford and his defense of Clarice, Mischa and her death, Ardelia Mapp, Clarice’s psychotropic therapy and her subsequent choice to be with a man she sees as her equal and her partner in all senses of the word...

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Folk Horror Revival: Urban Wyrd – 1. Spirits of Time, edited by Richard Hing, Grey Malkin, Stuart Silver and Andy Paciorek, Wyrd Harvest Press, 2019. Cover art by Grey Malkin, frontispiece by Andy Paciorek, back cover by Jim Peters, info: folkhorrorrevival.com.

Welcome to the Urban Wyrd. Discover Hauntology, Weird Technology & Transport, Hauntings and much much more in the realms of TV, Film, Literature, Art, Culture , Lore and Life. Travel in time and spaces with Adam Scovell, Stephen Volk, Scarfolk, Julianne Regan, Sebastian Backziewicz, Sara Hannant, The Black Meadow and many other contributors. All sales profits from this book purchased from our Lulu bookstore are donated at intervals to The Wildlife Trusts.

Contents: Time: A Foreword Urban Wyrd: An Introduction by Adam Scovell Spectral Echoes: Hauntology's Recurring Themes & Unsettled Landscapes by Stephen Prince Quatermass and the Pit: Unearthing Archetypes at Hobb's End by Grey Malkin The Haunted Generation: An Interview with Bob Fisher On a Thousand Walls: The Urban Wyrd in Candyman by Howard David Ingham Protect and Survive: Dystopian Drama – A Jolly British Apocalypse by Andy Paciorek Back to the Countryside: Urban Witchcraft by Darren Charles The Bad Wires: Reflections on The Changes by Grey Malkin The Hands of Doom: A Short Perspective on Divine Intervention by Leah Crowley Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: The Adventure of the Spiritualist Missionary by Jim Peters A Tandem Effect: Ghostwatch by Jim Moon An Interview with Stephen Volk The Last Key That Unlocks Everything: Ghost Stories by Andy Paciorek A Very Urban Haunting: The Echo of Noisy Spirits by Jim Peters The Cookstown Ghost: Poltergeist Phenomenon in Urban Ulster in the 19th Century by Jodie Shevlin These Houses Are Haunted: Supernatural Dwellings in Film by Andy Paciorek The Photography by Carmit Kodrov Wyrd Technology by Andy Paciorek Voices of the Ether: Stone Tapes, Electronic Voices and Other Ghosts by James Riley Video nasty: Moving Image in The Ring and Sinister by Andy Paciorek An Interview with Richard Littler – Major of Scarfolk The World Falling Apart: Jubilee by Stuart Silver Doll Parts: Marwencol by Andy Paciorek Chocky: The Haunting of Matthew Gore by Grey Malkin The Sun on My Face: Deon Seed by Andy Paciorek The Photography by Sara Hannant A Hive Mind: Phase IV by Andy Paciorek Wired for Sound: The Auditory in Horror by Andy Paciorek "We Want You to Believe In Us, But Not Too Much": UFOs and Folklore by S.J. Lyall A Space Flower: Invasion of the Body Snatchers by Andy Paciorek Under the Skin of the Man Who Fell To Earth by Andy Paciorek Silent Invasions by S.J. Lyall I Am Not A Number: The Prisoner by Stuart Silver All For the Hunting Ground: Wolfen by S.J. Lyall Reclaiming the "f" word: A conversation between The Black Meadow's Chris Lambert and Pilgrim's Sebastioan Baczkiewicz Sounds from a Haunted Ballroom: The Caretaker by Andy Paciorek Uncanny Valley; Spielberg's A.I. by Damian Leslie Sounds and Visions: MKUltra, Number Stations, Hallucinogens and Psychological Experiments in Film by Andy Paciorek Concrete, Flesh, Metal, Blood: The Wolds of Ballard & Cronenberg by Andy Paciorek The Eternal Snicket by Professor Phillip Hull (From an interview with Chis Lambert) The Voice of Electronic Wonder: The Music of Urban Wyrd by Jim Peters Age of the Train: Rail and the Urban Wyrd by Andy Paciorek Mind the Doors: Death Line by S.J. Lyall Step Away From The Meat: The Midnight Meat Train by Andy Paciorek Evil Dream: Q The Winged Serpent by S.J. Lyall These Cities are Ours: Notable Kaiju in Cinema by Richard Hing Weird Rides: Taxis and Urban Uncertainty by William Redwood The Photography by Jackie Taylor "This isn't for Your Eyes" – The Waychers by Richard Hing The Whole World is on Fire: Years and Years by Andy Paciorek Nature and Machine: An Interview with Julianne Regan How Do the Dead Come Back, Mother? Psychomania by Andy Paciorek Urban Wyrd Biographies Wyrd Harvest Press

[taylorswiftstylequestions]

Hi Sarah! I know you felt about Taylor’s look, but I’m genuinely curious what you thought about everyone else’s’ looks at the globes!? Would love to hear your opinions!

I’m sure you’ve already got asks about this sitting in your inbox, but I’d love to hear your thoughts on Golden Globes looks overall!

My faves: Regina King in Alberta Ferretti (what a winner looks like), Sandra Oh in Versace (the architectural details — and so deserving to be wearing Versace), Gemma Chan in Valentino (the colour was divine), Lupita Nyong’o in Calvin Klein (glad she wore purple because she redefines what REGAL means), Alison Brie in Vera Wang (I know this was a very divisive look but I, for one, loved the dark princess vibe), Timothée Chalamet In Louis Vuitton, Emmy Rossum in Monique Lhuillier (Emmy always delivers and god bless her for it), Constance Wu in Vera Wang (that orange ribbon was to die for but I was shocked this wasn’t Dior)

Chadwick!!!! My heart sings. But I wish the sleeves weren’t so short on his Versace blazer. 

Dakota Fanning in Armani Prive looked good but think it should have been given to Nicole Kidman. Who for all my dislike at being overrated would have definitely suited the gown. 

Saoirse Ronan’s Gucci look reminded me very much of a Kaufmanfranco gown Taylor wore for a People shoot back in 2014. Loved her earrings, though. 

Julia Roberts in Stella McCartney — interesting, unexpected, and sculptural. 

I loved Camilla Bell’s gown and fierce eye makeup but wish it was served on a nominee. 

I was extremely surprised to see Anne Hathaway. Very unexpectedly bold for her. Even more so to learn that her gown wasn’t Roberto Cavalli but Elie Saab. I want to like it. Will need to sit with it more. 

Julianne Moore’s Givenchy had potential. The silhouette was so fascinating! I’m shocked it was custom considering it didn’t fit properly. Which is a shame. 

I am very into the Rosamund Pike x Givenchy unofficial partnership. So unexpected but so interesting. 

Emma Stone’s makeup was beautiful but her gown looked like it belonged to French actress Isabelle Huppert. I would really like her partnership with LV to be over so she can go back to being one of my favourites to watch on the red carpet. 

Alison Janney looked statuesque but wished her hair was pulled back and perhaps lighter on the necklaces. 

Patricia Clarkson outdressing girls two decades her senior in Georges Chakra Couture. Loved the orange colour on her. 

Danai Gurira is a fierce queen in EVERYTHING. More orange to love. 

Elisabeth Moss is dressing like the supporting actress of a b movie about college life when she is the lead actress in a highly acclaimed drama. Get your fucking shit together, Elisabeth. 

And on THAT note. I adore Gaga for committing and going there with the drama. She definitely brought the overdramatique glamour to the event. I wish her hair had not been dyed, though. It looked like an air canister of drugstore colour had been shot at her bun. It is Gaga, though. 

I loved the colour and the dark, moody makeup that was paired with Claire Foy’s sunny yellow Miu Miu gown. However, I wish it was free of embellishments and had a much better fit. A shame. 

I liked Keri Russell’s shimmering Monique Lhuillier. Ditto Thandie Newton in Michael Kors. 

Wish Janelle Monae had removed the hat from her Chanel ensemble.

What the fuck Amber Heard. I will rescind any “saloon” comments I got about Taylor’s hair by comparison to Amber. She looks very bar wench. 

Kate Mara’s Miu Miu was only acceptable if she’s pregnant. Barely. 

Wanting desperately to love Taraji P. Henson’s emerald green gown but dat gaping neckline tho … 

I loved the colour of Rachel Brosnahan’s yellow Prada but it looked like it was trying too hard to be Lea Seydoux’s yellow Prada from the 2015 BAFTAs and on that point it fails because it cannot even compare to that moment. 

Catherine Zeta Jones smoking (but dated) in emerald green Elie Saab 

Caitriona Balfe in Moschino. So interesting! And I think I liked it. 

Overall an underwhelming RC, imo. 

[cordellarecords-blog]

MERCEDES ARI JONES ☆ TWENTY-FIVE☆ LEAD SINGER

Also Known As: Mercedes

Hometown: Baltimore, Maryland

Gender: Cisfemale

Sexuality: Bisexual

DOB: December 24th

Job on Tour: Lead singer of Divine Destiny

Voiceclaim: Beyonce

A LITTLE ABOUT...

Born to Percy and Julianne Jones, Mercedes had known she had wanted to be a singer since she was a young child. Her father (Top Ranking Dentist) and Mother (Stay at home mom) wanted nothing but the best for their children so they pushed their kids towards their dreams.

Mercedes Jones has spent the better part of the last 12 years singing and performing. Her career started at 14 when she and her friends convinced their parents to drive them to Los Angeles for a music competition and they won. They named themselves “3 Major” an all girl group and for Four years they were a small success touring and performing locally around LA and surrounding towns. While they were good, Mercedes wanted to be apart of something great.

Mercedes became the Lead singer of all girl group Divine Destiny with Cordella Records, at 20, making a name for herself as a force to be reckoned with and a voice that was unrivalled at the moment. She was 21 when they did their first US Tour with the group, which was sold out within days and her first Nationally broadcast Album soared to the top of the charts winning the group their first three Grammys.

Spending majority of her time focusing on her career, the group became one of the biggest names in the industry, winning accolades and awards, Mercedes was also an avid giver, donating not only her money but her time to various charities. Being in the public eye and working on her music, left little time for a relationships that were more than friendships.

Mercedes is what you would consider a good girl, she never took drugs or ran around getting drunk, she was never in the news or tabloids for things unsavory, she takes her reputation very seriously. She has never been in love, she has had crushes and people have crushed on her but she has never felt that kind of love her parents have or even some of her friends in the industry. Her career hasn’t always had ups, because Mercedes is giving, always trying to help those in need, sometimes even if they don’t ask for it, it has opened the door for some people to take advantage of her. In her career Mercedes has had two stalkers, one who is currently in custody, he was sentenced to 4 years for breaking and entering when he broke into her home while she was sleep. The other still sends her letters from time to time, but she never reads them.

Mercedes is a very down to earth and fun loving woman, she is hardworking, determined and loyal. But she can also be stubborn and sarcastic with Sass mixed in the middle. Her style changed a lot from when she first started out. While she loves performing and dressing up, when she is at home you can find her in jeans/yoga pants and a tshirt Mercedes always has her hair done, her long locks are always seen either down and free or in a messy bun. Her makeup is natural and subtle and the girl has curves for days.

There has been some talk and many rumors about Mercedes wanting to leave DD and start her own solo career, but she has neither confirmed or denied that fact.

[verdantsims]

Deacon arrived closer to dinner with Pierre, who was only slightly cranky from his nap. It was nothing his aunt couldn’t handle and she delighted in entertaining him. Having a ghost dog orbiting her didn’t seem to faze the tot and, in fact, he seemed to find Rocco very intriguing. 

The distraction gave Carissa time to collect the new gathering of seed packets from the gnomes. She and Ethan had both forgotten until Pierre’s arrival and a lot had spawned. Deacon helped her gather them up as Ethan was entertaining Julianne.

Despite the distractions of tots, ghost dogs, and gnomes, Riya and Sam had dinner ready on time. Riya’s turkey was beautiful and smelled divine. Sam had vegetables and stuffing at the ready, and he was just putting the finishing touches on the gravy. Dinner was ready and served.

[juleshoughsource]

JULIANNE HOUGH by Cory Tran | Divine Feminine. 

[thotyssey]

On Point With: Queen Robert

Hilarious, oddball antics and high-meets-low-meets-intergalactic fashions do away with the need for some funny-punny drag name for this performer. Whether she’s interjecting with a slaying quip while screening a classic film, or giving you the whole Big Ang Experience in a high stakes lip sync battle, or just being funny and fierce, this queen is giving you life. God Save Queen Robert!

Thotyssey: Greetings, Queen! How is Pride Week treating you so far?

Queen Robert: Hello! Thank you! I've been looking forward to gabbing with you. Pride has been good to me so far! It's been chaotic, but extremely gratifying, and we're only half way through! I also started bartending at the Rosemont this month, so even when I'm not out in drag I'm still out on the scene. It's an exhausting month for anyone working in nightlife.

Wow, that is a lot of nightlife. You must never see the sun!

I actually sat out at the Christopher Pier a couple of days ago while on my way back from a costume fitting. I looked like a vampire amongst all those honey-glazed hunks. I definitely prefer the light of the moon.

It's much more flattering, for sure. So speaking of the Rosemont, you just guest performed for Lucy Ball's show there last week.

I adore Lucy. She's a total weirdo. Her transformations set her apart from anyone working in Brooklyn. Did you see her Lambchop and Cryptkeeper? Incredible. Patti Spliff, another genius, was also performing that night. The three of us each have monthly Tuesday parties at The Rosemont, so it was fun to get together for a show. I did Donna Summer, farted on a cake and then pressed my face into it....because...drag.

You should do kids' parties! 

So, how did this all begin... where's your hometown, and what were you into growing up?

I'm from a small town not worth mentioning, in south central New Jersey. New York was always just on the horizon, like the Emerald City in Oz. I often wonder how this all began myself. There's a few memories that come right to the surface: my first wig, a green one from Universal Studios Orlando at age 5; my first two concerts at 7, Cher and Bette Midler; religiously renting The Rocky Horror Picture Show on VHS from blockbuster at 9; my mom playing Queen's Greatest Hits in the kitchen and telling me that Freddie Mercury was the coolest man who ever lived.

I always went big for Halloween--really big, I'm talking prosthetics by third grade and gender play by sixth. Then I got into theater, film, and eventually ended up in Manhattan for college, where I was able to release all of my passions without the constraints of small town life. 

Growing up, I was into everything spooky and queer that defied the norm. It wasn't a conscious rejection of heteronormativity, it was simply who I was from the very beginning. Anyone who thinks I'm new to this type of lifestyle and culture is in denial of my entire existence.

So movies were always there! Besides Rocky Horror, what are some other favorites?

Creature features will always have a special place in my heart. I find them to be a metaphor for anyone who has ever felt they had something to hide about themselves. American Werewolf in London, The Fly, Carrie, Gremlins, anything from the minds of Stephen King, John Carpenter, and John Waters. Oh, and the Chucky franchise has always been a favorite of mine. I have all the dolls.

Did you see that Carrie remake, like, 5 years ago? It was dumb. Well, there are two remakes: an early 2000's TV movie, the 2013 Julianne Moore remake, and a 90's sequel to the original. All have their charm, but the best part of each incarnation is surely the role of Margaret White, Carrie's psycho momma. Gays really seem to relate to that film, and the character Carrie. I know I did. She's the ultimate outcast who gets the greatest revenge on her abusers. My first drag performance in Brooklyn was actually a parody of Carrie, where I played both mother and daughter, appropriately set to the music of Madonna and Britney. Metropolitan [Bar] wasn't thrilled with the blood, though.

Was drag just the best venue for you to explore these aesthetics and interests, or was there something else about it that strongly appealed to you?

I moved to NYC to pursue a career in film, and while on that journey came to desperately miss performing. So, yes, drag was the best way to jump back in the performance ring while combining politics, pop culture, and aesthetics. It was hard at first to build an audience for my film work before drag. Now I'm in this creative community where anything is possible, and I can get back behind the camera and generate content that has an audience. Drag is a powerful platform, and I'm excited to see what other avenues it may lead me down.

Looking forward to seeing what you come up with! Why don’t you have a wackier drag name than “Queen Robert?” I mean, it is kind of funny in a minimalist sorta way.

I get that all the time! I have a whole list of wacky drag names, and I'd love to utilize them for some more character driven work / alter egos (Gaggatha Christie is my evil twin; I keep her locked up, though).

My drag, isn't necessarily female impersonation, I have a beard, I don't wear a bra, I'm never out here trying to be "fish." I'm a camp queen, so my personality is wacky enough. I never liked my name Robert, until one day I threw "Queen" in front of it and I was like, "oh yeah, that's better!” I'm a butch queen; I embrace my femininity and masculinity. Robert is a very masculine name... but honey, I'm a damn queen! Drag for me hasn't been about inventing a new personality and a new name; it's about being my ultimate creative self.

Also, there's so many repeat names in the drag business, it's annoying to constantly have to clarify which artist you're talking about depending on first or last name. I'm the only Queen Robert: unless you wanna try to compare my name to Bob the Drag Queen--but that would be silly, her real name is Caldwell!

So, how did you begin hosting “Screen Queen” at the Rosemont?

Troy at the Rosemont took interest in my pop culture numbers and said he had a monthly slot available. Being a film buff, I naturally turned the night into a celebration of local queer filmmakers and popular movies in the LGBT community.

What’s your personal strategy of “screen queening,” particularly with the classics? Do you share anecdotes during the movie, do you wait til it’s over, or do you just let it speak for itself?

It's a fun night! I show the film early, chime in from time to time with fun anecdotes or conversation with the audience about their experiences with the film. Then we jump into shows inspired by the film. This month was Pink Flamingos, and this got filthy! Lee VaLone was licking shoes. Pepto Dismal shit eggs on a hot plate. Misty Menthol puked on Coma White. People were actually gagging. Divine would have been proud. Next month is the much more family friendly Mamma Mia.

Yikes, I can’t wait for you to do Showgirls! What have been some of the films that affected you as far as those made by local filmmakers that you’ve screened?

Joe Sulsenti's Fishy was a highlight. It's an animation starring Amanda Lepore. There's so many talented artists that I've been able to screen, I love them all. Sweaty Eddie, Chris of Hur, Amber Alert, Marcel Saleta, Miwa Sakulrat, Chris Crompton. Everybody has such a unique voice and style. It's wonderful hearing their process.

Werk! So I was in the house for the last session of the Lady Liberty drag competition at the Ace Hotel a few months ago. It was a “Snatch Game” celebrity impersonation edition, and you appeared as a clean-shaven Big Ang with ginormous bazooms! It was a hilarious and affectionate portrayal, and it got you in the top two. What made you decide to enter that completion as her? My lesbian bestie Daniella in New Jersey and I would religiously watch Mob Wives and Big Ang together. I regret so deeply I didn't go to her bar in Staten Island, The Drunken Monkey, to meet her before she passed. She's one of my spirit animals (her and Kathy Bates). Everyone said I shouldn't do her for “Snatch Game” because of Pearl's portrayal on Drag Race. But, I have been impersonating her in some sense for years, so I felt it was necessary. And I know her family saw my portrayal and they said she would have loved it. Party everyday, because you never know when you're gonna go!

Lady Liberty returns for a Pride edition this Friday to the Ace Hotel, and you’re gonna be back there too! How do you think it’s gonna go!? I think that they are expecting to get another "Big Ang" moment, and that's simply not what I have cooking. They'll be getting something uniquely me. I hope it goes well!

I bet it will! 

And looking a little bit ahead, you'll be at Bizarre on post-Pride Tuesday for a special edition of Lee Valone's BEEF, with a bunch of cool people like The Brides of Burlesque, Pierretta Viktori, Devo Monique and Viktor Devonne. Have you turned it on that stage before?

I love performing at Bizarre! They really have a proper stage, which does help heighten numbers. BEEF Show is a damn riot, always diverse, always entertaining, and I'm thrilled to join this month's cast.

June 28th, you'll be throwing your wig into the June installment of the Mx Mont Rose comedy queen pageant at the Rosemont! That's gonna be quite a lineup. No spoilers, but did you know what you wanted to do immediately for that one?

Comedy is hard. There's a fine line to walk. People are very sensitive. One safe bet is to make fun of yourself. I'm hoping to give you something like the result of Joan Rivers topping Robin Williams after a drunken night at The Rosemont.

That’s all any of us want! Good luck! Anything else coming up to mention?

There's always something. Tuesday, July 3rd at The Rosemont, Screen Queen: MAMMA MIA featuring my sisters Chutney Spears, Tiffany Jones Sterling, Flower Tortilla, and Jessica Rose. [And I’m doing] FAILURE, July 5th at Bizarre.

But what's really exciting is the music video I'm directing for Crystal Mesh this summer. I'll give you a hint... there's gonna be lots of chlorine and cum.

Gag! One last question: what advice do you have for new NYC Pride-goers this week?

More glitter. Less clothes. Stay hydrated. Tip your performers AND bartenders! Have fun and be safe! Oh... and be sure your Pride merch benefits the community or a cause, and not some capitalist corporation that doesn't truly support the LGBT community!

The Queen has spoken! Thank you!

Queen Robert hosts “Screen Queen” every first Thursday at the Rosemont (10pm). Check Thotyssey’s calendar for all her scheduled gigs, and follow the Queen on Facebook and Instagram.

On Point Archives

[mellifluoustarot]

J.S. I like labradorite, though I find myself working a lot with amethyst recently. I am a Taurus/Gemini cusp, and am mostly curious if there is anything I'm overlooking or should be made aware of in the near future? Thank you for your time and offer to read. It's always fascinating to see how the cards communicate with others.

Hello, thank you very much for your question! I’ve pulled a card for you, with regards to anything that you should look out for in the months to come:

NINE OF PENTACLES

Wow, what a splendid card. Nine of Pentacles indicates that there will be something to be grateful for in the future—perhaps an accomplishment or an event that will make you feel whole and satisfied. Knowing your fastidious nature in terms of finding the next thing to do, the Nine of Pentacles asks you to  slow down for a bit. You’ve been rushing around, whether you know it or not, and it’s given you less time to appreciate what is happening around you. Look for those moments of satisfaction in the next couple of months. Allow yourself to revel in how good it feels when those moments happen. While you want to keep going forward, there is always time to sit and rest on your laurels for a little while, if at all. Just know that as the Nine of Pentacles detail, part of continuing on the journey is also appreciating and not taking for granted the beauty in one’s life, even if things are profoundly busy. You are blessed, and the universe wants you to enjoy the fruits of your self-sufficiency and labor, dear. Savor those little treasures.

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[bretongirlwrites]

How would your ocs react to the Adoring Fan?

julianne: oh what’s your favourite thing that i wrote?

adoring fan: wrote?... i... i’m a fan of the fact you killed mannimarco that was badass -

julianne: GODS DAMN IT --

julianne: *shoving the latest issue of the alchemical journal of cyrodiil in his face*

julianne: i have an article in here it’s quite good

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corinne: oh i... i appreciate the sentiment?... but actually please don’t follow me i kind of want to not have to talk to you...

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lunette: a fan? really?? gods that feels good

lunette: thanks

lunette: ...

lunette: please go away

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marianne: a... fan? i’m not sure i understand

marianne: would you like to hear about the divines

adoring fan: but you’re the grey f --

marianne: *covering his mouth with her hand* no i’m not i don’t know why you’d even think that

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julienne: a... fan? what of? i’m not famous

marcurio: julienne you’re the dragonborn

julienne: ...oh yeah

julienne: um

julienne: you can come with us i guess?

julienne: i might accidentally set you on fire though