#like eartha kitt damn

[orangespottedgiraffe]

Michael Buble really popped off with that Christmas album

[sugasiren]

🧜🏾‍♀️ SIRENE (1009): Top 3 Sex Symbols! 💋

SIREN: A seductively beautiful or charming woman, especially one who beguiles men; A woman who is a very attractive but dangerous temptress. 🔥🔥

The Sirene (1009) asteroid is one of my absolute favorites to explore. 🧜🏾‍♀️ And I have many! Its placement in a woman's chart tells us about her brand of Dark Femininity. How she seduces and influences. How she harnesses her power and the TYPES of men who are helplessly drawn to her. 💋 Every Sign has incredible qualities! I'm simply sharing my Top 3 Sirens based on the research I've done. So enjoy and share your Siren below!

**FYI - Men with these placements are also very sexy and captivating in their own way. 💯 So I will include some famous examples for them as well.

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Siren in Scorpio 🔥

Famous Women:

Sophia Loren (pictured above)

Sade (pictured above)

Lisa Bonet (pictured above)

Lana Del Rey (pictured above)

Dita Von Teese (pictured above)

Beyonce

SZA

Traci Lords

Monica Bellucci

Mae West

Grace Kelly

Bridget Bardot

Christina Aguilera

Angelica Houston

Zeudi Araya

Liv Tyler

Siren in Scorpio MEN:

The Rock

Brad Pitt

Paul Newman

Ryan Gosling

Carlos Santana

Idris Elba

Bruno Mars

Fabio

JFK

SCORPIO SIRENS lure you in with their hypnotic eyes that are as deep as the Blue Sea. 🧜🏾‍♀️ Their powerful aura will quickly swallow you whole and you will enjoy every moment of it. 💋 They effortlessly captivate and are explosive Lovers! They love to keep you guessing. As they know, you'll be addicted to the mystery of it all and keep coming back for more. And they're right! Just like Monica Bellucci and Lana Del Rey - these women can casually sit somewhere, smoking a cigarette, and *everyone* around them is watching in total ENVY of that damn cigarette. 🔥 Others like Lisa Bonet and Sade are gentle and ethereal but they will *still* snatch your SOUL. The Male Sirens are charismatic heartthrobs who make panties drop everywhere they roam. Women submit to them with glee. They want their 'Notebook' moment with Ryan Gosling, okay! And for The Rock to lay the smackdown (and pipe) on their kitty. 😺 And nothing less.

Siren in Capricorn 👑

Famous Women:

Brooke Shields (pictured above)

Megan Thee Stallion (pictured above)

January Jones (pictured above)

Stevie Nicks (pictured above)

Amal Clooney (pictured above)

Megan Fox (pictured above)

Teyana Taylor

Doja Cat

Mamie Van Doren

Ava Gardener

Mariah Carey

Shania Twain

Tyra Banks

Karrine Steffans

Amber Heard

Ellie Goulding

Eartha Kitt

Siren in Capricorn MEN:

James Dean

Robert Plant

Robert Pattinson

Matthew McConaughey

William Holden

Prince William

Kobe Bryant

Suge Knight

Andrew Tate

AJ McLean

Gerard Butler

CAPRICORN SIRENS lure you in with their deeply earthy, erotic energy. They are smoldering volcanoes underneath their cool IDGAF exterior and this enticing contrast drives people wild! 🔥 They have monstrous sex drives yet are very grounded in their personal power and selective about who they entertain, so others seek their approval. The Female Sirens often attract highly influential and/or dominant men who crave her submission and loyalty. Their desire to control her can truly consume them! 💯 They see her as the Ultimate Challenge and want her AT ALL COSTS. Their results vary depending upon what *she* actually wants. For instance, Amal Clooney. She was able to capture the heart of life-long bachelor George Clooney with impeccable ease. 🩷 He looks at her with stars in his eyes! They have the ideal marriage. Mariah Carey ultimately made Tommy Matola (the Record Executive who signed her to his label) wait until they were married before being intimate with him. She had such an effect on her ex-husband after **opening her luscious Pearly Gates** 🙌 that he put cameras up around the house to watch her every move. He was utterly obsessed with her! Amber Heard is an example of Capricorn Siren in full Destruction Mode. And Karrine "Superhead" Steffans in literal Maneater Mode slurping her way to THE TOP. The Male Sirens simply have Big Dick Energy - period. They are Doms, Bosses and Kings. 👑 Women yearn for them to (symbolically) suck their blood and their p***y like Robert Pattinson in 'Twilight' with carnivorous passion. 🔥 They want to surrender doggystyle to a man like Gerard Butler in the '300' movie. And even when they are stone cold killers like Suge Knight or manipulative pimps like Andrew Tate... they still command respect! They possess massive amounts of Masculine charm.

Siren in Sagitarius 👠

Famous Women:

Marilyn Monroe (pictured above)

Dorothy Dandridge (pictured above)

Rita Hayworth (pictured above)

Shakira (pictured above)

Indira Varma (pictured above)

Kim Cattrall

Margot Robbie

Robin Givens

Tina Turner

Dana Delaney

Emilia Clarke

Gwen Stefani

Aishwarya Rai

Rose McGowan

Sagittarius Siren MEN:

Paul Walker

Patrick Swayze

Elvis Presley

Clark Gable

Mario Lopez

Marilyn Manson

Shia LaBeouf

Michele Marrone

Marvin Gaye

SAGITTARIUS SIRENS lure you in like smoke rising from a bonfire in an enchanted forest during a Drum Circle. They illuminate dangerous levels of heat. ☀️ That will melt you like hot lava with their dynamic sex appeal. Baddies to the bone! Their esthetic widely appeals to the masses and individuals from *all* walks of life. People from *all* ethnic backgrounds admire and lust after them. 💋 They are exciting and make people feel ALIVE. And they're often the epitome of someone's Dream Girl or Guy. Marilyn Monroe is a FOREVER Icon who lives on generation after generation. 🌟 And her Feminine prowess remains unmatched no matter how much time goes by. Rita Hayworth is another immortal Sex Symbol and proud Latina. As is Dorothy Dandridge - who broke many barriers for Black Women in film and greatly appealed to a variety of powerful men such as Marlon Brando and Otto Priminger. Margot Robbie in the 'Wolf of Wallstreet' and 'Barbie' movies? 🩷 Nuff said! The Male Sirens are usually a strong yet suave bunch - like Clark Gable and Patrick Swayze. And that's a killer combination, my friends! They are often Rebels. 💪 Whether clean-cut ones like Paul Walker, goth ones like Marilyn Manson or rebels GONE WRONG like Shia LaBeouf. Either way, they are magnetic.

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And that's a wrap for now! 💛 I'll be back soon with more on SIREN and other awesome asteroids. Thanks for reading.

[cleolinda]

Weekend links

My posts

I don’t know why, but losing an hour with Daylight Savings is hitting me hard; my eyelids feel glued shut. ONWARD. 

On Patreon: Someone was outside my house and was apparently watching my mom take the dog out and knocked on my front door at 3 am. This is true. I have no idea what the fuck or why. (I actually do not think they were there to watch us.) We are looking into the whole Ring/Nest camera thing. 

This is why I said Tree Removal Guy did not know what he was getting into. Somebody in our damn hedges at the witching hour knocking softly (so it wasn’t a walrus) on the front door--yeah, I’m freaked out, but at a certain point, where I live is Just Like That. 

Reblogs of interest

The Hot & Vintage Movie Women Poll: Round 1 is brutal and it won’t get any easier from here. The earliest polls in the round have started to close, and [FEWER THAN HALF OF ROUND 1 IS UP, IF YOUR FAVORITE HAS NOT SHOWN UP YET THEY WILL. THESE ARE NOT THE FINALISTS. PROVE THAT TUMBLR CAN READ] some of the contestants moving forward include BUT ARE NOT LIMITED TO Maude Fealy, Diana Rigg, Lalita Pawar, Musidora, Asta Nielsen, Angela Lansbury, Lupe Velez, Eartha Kitt, Alla Nazimova, Anna May Wong, Lauren Bacall, Sharmila Tagore, Theda Bara, and Nancy Kwan. DOZENS of polls are still open or have not even been posted yet, please refer to hotvintagepoll’s Ladies 1 tag or the archive view of it.

I chipped in on some reblog propaganda here and there (I tried, Edwige), but I really went in for Ingrid Bergman, to whom I have a slight and questionable resemblance. She tears it up in Gaslight--here is the scene where she turns the tables on her gaslighting (origin of the word!) husband. 

Meanwhile: 

AI is stealing from AI and I hope they steal each other’s dicks off.

The New Twilight Series Will Be Animated, God Help Us All

Submit your stories (by which I mean “short true-ish anecdotes,” not “creative writing.” That’s for Are You Scared) for Too Many Spirits, home of the Meatball Story.

For Hire: Ghost Hunter

Extremely good Labyrinth analysis, but also, “goblin prom” took me out

Behold, the default object!

A Saw heritage post

Lucy the orphan-generating coal baron cat

A dandy lion

Video

Chocolate Guy has learned how to make packing tape

Cream cheese pottery: “this is the chocolate guy’s wario”

“Blue Monday” in Mid Evil Times

Improving your balance with hybridcalisthenics

Genderfluid hijab styles

Him face came around again

hhhkh. nngn. mmah. nah. aaaa. aa.

The sacred texts

“However you think this story will end is wrong”

Haiku Bot speaks

Those are his hooves

Personal tag of the week

International Women's Day.

[topguncortez]

Congrats on 3k, you deserve it!! 💗 Can I please have “I'm always in the mood to play, my love” from the smut prompts list with Iceman? Thank you:))

pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x female!Reader warnings: a bit suggestive, kind of smutty Iceman Masterlist | Main Masterlist 3 fucking K Celebration

You were feeling festive. The house was decorated head to toe with garland, lights and ornaments. Tom had made a comment that it looked like Santa's Workshop exploded in the living room, but he loved it just as much as you did.

Growing up, Tom's christmases were always cold. His mother did the bare minimum when it came to decorating or putting up a tree. His father said too much decoration was an eye-sore. Christmas Gifts were also another thing that he hardly ever got either. His parents were wealthy, but the penny pinching type of wealthy. They didn't like spending money on unnecessary things like Christmas gifts.

But now that he was older and had been with you for so long, he let his inner child come out around the holidays. You had taught him the joys of Christmas could follow you even into adulthood. He found joy in gift giving, and hanging up Christmas lights, and drinking too much during Christmas Eve parties. This year for Christmas the two of you decided that gifts for each other had to be under $40 and something for the two of you to enjoy year round.

Tom had the perfect gift.

You were singing along to 'Santa Baby' by Eartha Kitt as you mixed together the dough for gingerbread cookies when Ice came walking into the kitchen, a smirk on his face.

"Hi baby," He said, his voice low and smooth.

"Hello love," You answered, setting down the mixer and walking over to him. You greeted him with a quick kiss, but he put his hands on your hips, pulling you in for a deeper kiss, "Mm, what are you doing?"

"Just giving my girl a kiss," Ice smiled, "I know Christmas is still a week away, but I want to open gifts now."

"Baby-"

"Please," He gave you those damn eyes that you could never say no to. You bit your lip and nodded. Ice kissed your cheek and ran to the living room to grab the two gift boxes sitting under the tree, "Meet me upstairs in five!"

"Did you get me a puppy?"

"Something better!" Ice yelled as he ran up the stairs. You giggled and cleaned up the kitchen a bit, putting the gingerbread dough in the fridge for later. Once it hit five minutes, you walked up the stairs to your bedroom. You stifled a laugh as you walked in, seeing your boyfriend laying across the bed, two wrapped boxes in front of him, and a bow on his head.

"What are you doing?" You asked, and Ice gave you that classic smirk.

"Wanna play a little game," Ice said, "Wanna play?"

“I'm always in the mood to play, my love," You said, walking slowly to the bed, making sure to sway your hips a bit more and leaned your hands on the bed, making sure to push your breasts a bit towards him, "Tell me the rules."

"First, you gotta unwrap your gift," Ice pointed towards one of the boxes. You sat on the edge of the bed and placed the box with your name on it in your lap. Ice moved to kneel behind you, running his fingers up and down your arms lightly. You tried to focus on unwrapping the box as Ice placed soft kisses on your neck.

"Who wrapped the box?" You asked.

"I did," Ice answered.

"Mhm, sure," You knew his gift wrapping was atrocious and probably Slider or Wolfman wrapped it for him. You tore through the tissues paper in the box and your eyes widened at the sight of red lace lingerie. There was white fur on the top of the red lace bra that left little to the imagination.

"Oh wow," You said and looked over at Tom, "You bought me a lingerie set?"

"That's not all," Tom said and kissed your cheek, "I'm not that shallow. Your other gift you can open on Christmas, but for now. . ."

"What's in the other box?" You asked.

Tom leaned down, his breath fanning over your neck, sending shivers down your body. You craned your neck to the side as he placed a kiss under your ear, and then he lightly nipped at your earlobe.

"Gotta unwrap me to find out."

You took that as a challenge as you tossed the box to the floor, and climbed on top of your boyfriend (soon to be fiancé).

[anstarwar]

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @marbled-polecat and @hawthornsword !

Last song stuck in your head: Baby it’s Cold Outside, but the vine version of the Eartha Kitt version

Favorite dinosaur: triceratops, it’s so pokey!

Fun fact - was once part of a Cirque du soleil show just as an audience participant but had to go onstage in front of all them people, just me and one other guy. It was awesome

Last mode of transportation: unfortunately a car, man I wish there was a functional train system near me :/

Fluff/smut/angst/crack?: smut and angst (as long as there’s a happy ending), fluff sometimes, crack nah

Pet status: dog, the most stubborn loveliest little mutt lady

Current temperature where you are: too damn warm for this time of year 51F

Emoji combo for your current state: 🤔🎄🍫✍️🛋️ 🎞️

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Tags! @dahscribbler @frostbitebakery @chocomars @holding-hands-and-hearts @elismor and anyone else who wants to

[masterwords]

I don’t know if you got that prompt but if not the three were their laughing and kissing between Hotch and Morgan ?

Laughing and kissing! Hotch smiles when he kisses and it's one of the cutest things about him. How about a little ficlet? Because I can't write full stories right now apparently.

**********

"First childhood crush...what show?"

"Batman." Hotch doesn't even give it thought.

"Batman?" Derek asks, one eyebrow quirked. Not what he expects. "Who?"

"Not fair, that's two questions..." Hotch is smiling wide and easy, eyes bright. He's manipulating the game. He doesn’t want to answer. "You owe me first."

"The Facts of Life."

"I never watched that."

Derek shrugs and his fearures melt into a dreamy grin. "Tootie," he says reverently like her name is an incantation. "Damn. She was fine. A little cute a little sexy, she had it all." Hotch leans forward and kisses Derek, soft at first, eager and searching and smiling. Derek almost takes the bait too. Almost.

"No no no, not yet...Batman. Who did it for ya?"

"You know me so well...guess..." Hotch challenges, smiling into another kiss meant to distract. He’s getting closer. It's not that he's ashamed he just doesn't like talking about himself. He'd rather hear more about Derek.

"Gotta be Catwoman, but which actress? Julie Newmar was a fox...but I think you liked Eartha Kitt and her sexy ass voice. Yeah?"

Hotch laughs and it crinkles his nose and his eyes become obsidian slits. He's blushing, a little flustered and asks "Is that surprising?"

"Maybe a little."

"Nice to know I can still surprise you."

"Yeah? Got any other surprises?"

Hotch's answer comes in the form of another kiss, this time accompanied by roaming hands that slip up under Derek’s shirt. He moves quickly, shifting and sliding, straddling Derek’s thighs, and puts a definite end to the conversation.

[alrightbuckaroo]

Sending you the same question I sent lemon because I know you’re a big music person too! If you could go back in history and see any three concerts, what would they be? Feel free to explain why if you would like!

Hello Basil! Do you mind if I call you Basil?

This is such a good question!

1. The Rat Pack in 1964 as part of the Frank Sinatra Spectacular show. I always joke that I'm an 82 year old that's found her way in the body of a late 20s year old and I think my love of Dino, Frank and Sammy is proof of that hahah.

I simply just adore classic pop and easy listening; so much that Frank Sinatra was one of my top five artist on my Spotify wrapped in 2019. I'm also so intrigued by the pop culture era of that time (I'm a huge Classic Hollywood purveyor, you should see my record collection and my stack of biographies) and so I find the private lives of crooners so interesting.

If I had it my way; I would have Coachella, but it would be like, Ella Fitzgerald, Jo Stafford, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr, Eartha Kitt (my queen), Nat King Cole, The Ink Spot, The Mills Brothers, Vic Damone and so many other artists people my age would not pay to go see 😭

2. Amy Winehouse Live at Glastonbury would have been such a delight.

Amy Winehouse is, and probably always will be, one of my favorite musicians and she was just so damn good. There was a charisma she had on stage and there was a heartbreak that was so palpable through her voice.

I listen to her performance of Some Unholy War every now and then my god, she was just a one of kind talent. This was the performance where she called Kanye West a cunt and I promise, you'll never hear that word said so beautifully 😭

If you haven't watched the documentary about her, Amy (2015), I highly recommend it. All Amy wanted to do was sing, but it was heartbreaking seeing that her father ensured she was doing everything but that. Fuck Mitch Winehouse, me and all my homies hate Mitch Winehouse.

3. I'm cheating with this one (I'm sorry!) and my last one isn't a concert, but there are so many performances on the Ed Sullivan show that I would have loved to have seen.

Vanilla Fudge's You Keep Me Hanging On, The Animals' The House of the Rising Sun, The Mamas and the Papas' Dedicated To the One I Love (for Mama Cass and Mama Cass only.) and Ella Fitzgerald's Old McDonald (Yes, it's that Old McDonald, but the magic Ella uses to make this song a swing song is just unmeasurable)

[rukukushika]

Lmaoo I'm too tired to wake up like this

I've slept like 5h and I'm on my period 💅💅💅💅💅 so I AM SO EMOTIONAL BABY! Our young cat who is crazy and equipped with 1 singular barely working brain cell decided that jumping for my ear was the best way to wake me up. Not attacking me wolverine style but playfully chomp on my ear.

Woke up yelling and then I cried bc of the ultimate betrayal of waking me up so early and chomping my ear too ;_; like brutus how could u do this to me

Cried so hard that our elderly cat got mad and chased the little gremling downstairs and then she came back to purr and comfort me <3 Then the little beast came back and insisted on having a morning nap on my bed like bruh. I'm not allowed to sleep but u are????

I love the little gremling but he is so dumb no thoughts, no IQ, just a blank state with occasional weird sound. I love our elderly cat too she's perfect, she is beautiful, she looks like Eartha Kitt, she's a model, everything about her is perfect. Did she kill a mouse? Oh she is purring. Her face is beautiful. I eat her up every time she's on the damn catwalk. She could shit in my bed and I'd be like, bb u r beautiful <3

[ursie]

I was conflicted in sending you this ask because I don’t want to cause any unnecessary drama for you but seeing the revival of the shipping wars for Dick has put some perspective on how things have changed. I’m sending this as an ex-DB fan so I know how a lot of their inner circle talks about them since I was apart of that so a long time, but there’s a tweet that really put it all into perspective: DB fans will go around chanting “she’s a slut, she’s a hoe, she’s a freak” about Kory all damn day, but when people call Barbara basic white and boring , it’s ‘internalised misogyny’? You guys sound like swifties which is why people don’t like you. Bey fucking pharrel.

And it is so true. For years Koriand’r was written a certain way and her importance was diminished. For years she was called names and hardly anybody could really say anything but take it, but the moment somebody says something about Barbara that might be mean but isn’t like the most horrible thing suddenly everybody is on it. There was literally a tweeter who reblog the post about internalized misogyny (which yeah people can be mean to Babs sometimes and you shouldn’t judge her for how she looks and dresses) but then went and called Koriand’r a love interest to prop up the batboys who never moved past that and like how can you be so two faced and not see that happening to Barbara? And yes Koriand’r was created as a love interest but so was Talia and Selina and Lois etc. Which is WHY they work so well with who they get paired with. Barbara was created for the Batman tv show to be Bruce’s love interest because Eartha Kitt replaced the previous Catwoman and segregation laws were threatening to cancel or not show the show in certain parts of the country. And even with the shipping wars, most DK shippers are tired of being dragged around and are a lot more open to other ships and having Dick move on with someone else as long at it isn’t Barbara. You can’t really say the same for DB shippers because they are less open to Dick moving on.

Honestly I have nothing to add because yeah literally literally both sides in their arguments are like not the same lol one is like hey here’s an objective view and understanding of comic history, characterization, and how bigotry effected how these characters were written (and how there characters marginalized identities/perceived marginalized identities effected everything) vs like I ship them you hate women also Kory is a slut like. Just not the same 😭

[waitformethistime]

Alright its Christmas music time and you know what? Some of the Glee versions of Classic Christmas songs are some of the best ones I've heard.

-Baby Its Cold Outside (Darren & Chris) is legit the only version of this song I actually like. I love that they're singing in the same octave and they really nail the playful atmosphere of it. It makes it blend really well.

-O Holy Night (Lea). Love her or hate her but her version of this song is divine and quite possibly my favorite one. Gives me chills every time I listen to it.

-Let It Snow (also Darren & Chris; I didnt like most of their duets but they served at Christmas) it's not my favorite version of the song but it is a lot of fun. I love the harmonies and the scatting. Has a very jazzy feel.

-Last Christmas (Lea & Cory). They sound wonderful together and even though I'm not a huge fan of this song in general I like how this one sounds. Bonus points for actually making sense in context (somewhat).

-Santa, Baby (Naya). No one will ever match Eartha Kitts energy imo but Naya comes pretty damn close.

[varietysky]

No 11 for fandom ask: all ghosts characters

Fandom Asks | BBC Ghosts

11. what song do you associate with a character?

Okay, some of these song associations are deeper than others, and some might gel with the character lyrically moreso than musically.

Robin: "I’m Going To Go Back There Someday” from The Muppets

There's not a word yet for old friends who've just met

Part heaven, part space, or have I found my place

You can just visit, but I plan to stay

I'm going to go back there someday

Humphrey: "Emily" by Mika

Emily, one day I will end up dead

That's the only thing I've said

That would ever get her smiling

Emily

Emily, it's your life

And you can't live it twice

One day you'll understand

Emily, take my hand

Emily, I love you

And I know you do too

You never make no sense

Screaming at me in French

Mary: "I’d Rather Be Burned As A Witch” by Eartha Kitt

I use my eyes to invite you

My lips to delight you

And you never can tell

When I use my teeth to bite you

They say that I’m a witch,

And that I weave a spell

Well, I’ll be a son of a

I don’t know what

Well, let me tell you brother

I’d rather be burned as a witch

than never be burned at all

Kitty: "Party Tricks" by Äyanna

If I left the party would you look for me

Or would you just keep on dancing to your own beat

Take it,

You never thought that I would take it back

But it’s mine and I’m gonna take it back

Dignity and all of that

How many times have I heard this track?

You don’t see when I turn my back

You don’t see when I text you back

Believe me when I say

I gave you all I could and more than I should have

Hoping that you would need me

To your surprise, much to my demise

You had taken more than you need me

And myself and I, we will be just fine

I can bounce back, believe me

I will let it rain, then be on my way

Thomas: "Jessie's Girl" by Rick Springfield

I'll play along with the charade

That doesn't seem to be a reason to change

You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute

I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is probably moot

'Cause she's watching him with those eyes

And she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it!

And he's holding her in his arms late, late at night

You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Fanny: "Still Hurting" from The Last Five Years

Jamie arrived at the end of the line

Jamie's convinced that the problems are mine

Jamie is probably feeling just fine

And I'm still hurting

What about lies, Jamie

What about things

That you swore to be true

What about you, Jamie

What about you

Jamie is sure something wonderful died

Jamie decides it's his right to decide

Jamie's got secrets he doesn't confide

And I'm still hurting

Captain: "Are You Lonesome Tonight" as covered by Frank Sinatra

Are you lonesome tonight

Do you miss me tonight

Are you sorry we drifted apart

Does your memory stray to a bright summer day

When I kissed you and called you sweetheart

Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare

Do you gaze at your doorstep, and picture me there

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again

Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight

Pat: “Always On My Mind” by Pet Shop Boys

Maybe I didn't hold you

All those lonely, lonely times

I guess I never told you

That I am so happy that you're mine

If I made you feel second best

Girl I'm sorry I was blind

But you were always on my mind

You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died

Give me, give me one more chance

To keep you satisfied

I'll keep you satisfied

Julian: "Gives You Hell" by All American Rejects

I wake up every evenin'

With a big smile on my face

And it never feels out of place

And you're still probably workin'

At a nine to five pace

I wonder how bad that tastes

When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell

When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell

If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well

Then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell

Bonus!

Alison and Mike: "Dead Hearts" by Stars

Did you touch them? Did you hold them?

Did they follow you to town?

They make me feel I'm falling down

They make me feel I'm falling down

Was there one you saw too clearly?

Did they seem too real to you?

They were kids that I once knew

They were kids that I once knew

I could say it, but you won't believe me

You say you do, but you don't deceive me

It's hard to know they're out there

It's hard to know that you still care

I could say it, but you won't believe me

You say you do, but you don't deceive me

Dead hearts are everywhere

Dead hearts are everywhere

Jemima: "Feel A Thing" by Meet Me @ The Altar

I'm mistaken

For someone that can hide the aching

Constant breaking

Within this fragile mind

I've hated

Am I stuck? Can I defeat this?

With my luck, would I be complete then?

I've been holding my breath

To keep in all that's left

I should be hurting

But I can't feel a thing

It might be all the stress

At least that's my best guess

How could I know this

If it all feels the same?

Plague Ghosts: "Secondary Characters" from [title of show]

The secondary characters are singing a song

While the stars are snacking off-stage

It was their idea to bring us along

And now we're hijacking this page

Of the script

We're equipped

To steer the ship

'Til this trippy skit ends

And by the end of this song, we'll be best friends

[dans-den]

Hello Everyone!

This is Dan here and I'm giving you my review on The Batman (2022) movie!

Now this review does seem a bit late in the game almost two weeks after the movies theatrical release, but I figured I'd give my thoughts on the movie now that everyone has had a chance to see it (hopefully). For those who still have not seen it, spoilers ahead.

I love the setting, Gotham City has bee portrayed as this dumpster fire, this hopeless eyesore of a city in all Batman media but I feel that this movie legit brought that despair and doom and gloom gothic atmosphere to the City and this is the best portrayal of Gotham I've seen done this well in live action.

The cast did a phenomenal job in their respective roles in this film. Robert Patterson did a great job as the Dark Knight himself, however I felt his portrayal as Bruce Wayne could have been a little better. Now typically Batman and Bruce Wayne are two different people in Batman media, Batman is this hardcore instrument of justice and vengeance while Bruce Wayne is the charismatic Billionaire playboy. Here there is no difference between Batman and Bruce Wayne, they're both gloomy and gothic like those goth kids from south park minus the smoking. Now granted, this is in the early years of Batman so Bruce Wayne hasn't quite figured out what he needs to be for the City quite yet so I'll give this portrayal of Bruce Wayne a pass.

Zoe Kravitz as Selina Kyle (obviously catwoman but like Anne Hathaway in the Dark Knight Rises (2012) they never call her that) did a great job in her role. Now i've seen some discourse all over the place about how Kyle and James Gordon is portrayed as African-American, to be honest I have no issue with that. Both actors brought these characters to life in the film and if they can do that, then that's all I need, they can be any race or ethnicity they want. Now if you're a Batman fan such as myself, you'll know Catwoman/Selina Kyle has been portrayed as African-American many times in the past, The Harley Quinn series, Batman Year one (2011), Catwoman (2004), and the live action portrayal in the 60's batman series has actress Eartha Kitt portraying Catwoman in the last couple seasons. Again, as long as they bring the character to life, I don't care about their race or ethnicity.

Jeffrey Wright as James Gordon was awesome, I thought he portrayed the character well. Made him like a real rugged cop on a hardcore case and the way him and Patterson portrayed their characters in the scenes felt like how Batman and Gordon actually interacts with each other with some little sprinkles of comedy here and there to add on their dynamic. Like the scene at the police station where it looks like Gordan is interrogating Batman but is aiding his escape but using head movement to look like he's interrogating him, its funny.

Andy Serkis as Alfred was alright, not really the best Alfred I've seen but not the worst either you know. He wasn't in the movie too much and he did okay though he didn't quite have the wit and charm Alfred is best known for, it was more cynical and depressing to be honest.

Paul Dano as Riddler now that....was Amazing! they loosely based him off the Zodiac Killer which I think works for the Riddler since he loves puzzles and games so this Dark iteration of the Villain was actually refreshing to see instead of the normally quirky and wacky Riddler were use to. I was on the edge of my seat invested into these riddles because they were clever and had some dark humor behind them and his endgame was god damn crazy, it's like he rallied 4Chan and Reddit users to his aid like he has livestreams to his followers which I knew was for like a devious plot but I couldn't help but give a chuckle because it looked like a literal twitch stream it was a bit funny but that's my love for dark humor. And I got real Dark Knight (2008) vibes from the interrogation scene between him and Batman, he figured out Batman's identity and let him in on his endgame plan which Batman still thwarted but the way he made Batman go nuts and banging the window was actually nerve wrecking.

The action in the movie was nuts, well choreographed, each scene was action packed, and I loved every fight scene in this film. This Batman was more hand to hand combat than gadgets like Ben Affleck's portrayal. Even the scenes where the Riddler would murder someone or beat the shit out of them to use them for his cryptic Riddles were brutal and savage.

My criticisms for the movie are minor but still hold it back a bit from being as great as it could be. For example, there is a chase scene between the Penguin and Batman and Batman has his road rage moments where he almost disregards the safety of everyone around him. He may not have killed them like the Penguin did, but he still put them in danger and that seems a bit reckless even for Batman. Then literally the next scene Batman and Gordon catches Penguin and try and solve one of the harder riddles and it feels rushed, like its funny but it still feels rushed and Penguin literally tells them how wrong they are. Like they couldn't let that simmer a bit more? then lastly, the relationship between Batman and Selina Kyle, they started off good as partners trying to help each other out, sure they were real shaky here and there but still came together in the end and solved who the bigger fish to fry was, though them being intimate felt a bit rushed towards the end. It didn't ruin the scenes or the movie, but that's a nitpick there.

the ending was done well, Batman and Selina parted ways, the City was rebuilding itself and Riddler had a little scene with a certain.....funny guy. Overall, I loved the movie, better Batman live action movie I've seen in a while, better than the Affleck movies. I'd definitely recommend watching it and I'd watch it again if I could. I honestly hope we get more Robert Patterson Batman movies in the future but we'll see. I hope that if they do go forward with that, they expand on Bruce Wayne's character and develop him as the charming playboy we all know and love.

I'd give The Batman a score of:

8/10

If you haven't already, go watch the film, you'll have a great time,

Catch y'all next time!

[yoongsisbae]

💖🖊📚 please xx

💖 What do you like most about your own writing? I add inside jokes or things that have personally happened to me inside my stories. So even if it's like for example a story about a werewolf clan in the middle of the woods 😆 there are still elements of my life in that story and I think that's pretty cool lol

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP. Here's the beginning of Disco Winter Ball: Hoseok’s smooth tenor voice drips through the studio airwaves as he keys up the next Christmas track. “Now, let’s play a little something to warm up your hearts this winter, a sm-ooh!-ooth Christmas classic, yeah! Dedicated to all our listeners who’ve been good little girls this holiday season.” Your best friend catches your eyes from across the studio and he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

‘Oh my God!’ you mouth back at him, scrunching your face in mock disgust. He covers his mouth to stop his laughter.

Hoseok turns down the studio mics, spinning his wheelchair around. “Oh c’mon, the listeners love it!”

Eartha Kitt’s seductive voice plays softly in the background. ‘Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me...’

You roll your eyes, sorting records, smacking one of the record sleeves against the back of his head as you work.

“Ow! Hey!” he laughs. He pokes you in the side, trying to distract you from your task and you fall into a fit of giggles. It’s a wonder either of you get anything done working together.

MY SWEET HOAL BBS 😭 and on the flip side:

“Stalking me? Got a crush on me?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Just making sure you are not playing both sides.”

“I’m not on a side,” you huff, “I thought I made that clear.”

“And yet, somehow Taehyung is always the one you’re standing next to,” he smirks. “But yeah, you’re totally not picking a side.”

“If you think I’m so powerful, why are you trying to piss me off, hmm?” The dirt starts to vibrate around your feet.

“Maybe I like a little pain.”

Smooth tech talker Yoongs being a damn menace

📚 Do you read your own fic? I do a lot 😂 not for pleasure, I can't dissociate that well I'm afraid, the fact that I know I wrote it just makes me cringe in ways I didn't think was possible lol. I usually reread a story to put myself in a certain mindset or to make sure I don't have any plotholes, and I ALWAYS end up finding mistakes editing it, so if you ever go back to reread some stories, you might notice some/a lot of changes lol

[pollylynn]

Title: A Trembling Of  WC: 1800

“How’s that for love?”  — Tildy Maguire, For Better or Worse (6 x 23) 

He loves her and he fears her. These are the anchoring points of their relationship—the anchoring points of his whole world, these days, and three words from a city employee should not be able to pry them up and set the two of them adrift. Proof of divorce? Nothing in this or any other universe should be able to pry them up and set the two of them adrift, and yet here they are. He loves her no less—he could never love her any less—but right now, he fears for her, and that is a rip in the very fabric of reality. But how can he do otherwise? 

Here she is, silent in the back of the cab.  She has not said—will not say—one word as they lurch their way through the horrors of late afternoon traffic in Manhattan, and he’d like to think it’s the inadequate privacy offered by the plexiglass barrier that has sealed her lips. He’d like to believe that she’s so enchanted by the memory of the days when Paul Sorvino or Joe Torre or Eartha Kitt reminded New York taxi passengers to buckle up, take their belongings, get a receipt before exiting the back seat, she has nothing to say about the present. He’d like to believe that three words from a city employee have not fundamentally altered her lovable, fear-inspiring self, and yet . . . 

Here she is, finally home, and yet there is nothing like relief here. There is nothing like relief anywhere in sight. Here she is with her head in her hands, and they’re telling his mother, they’re telling his daughter, because they kind of have to tell them. They very probably are kind of going to have to tell everyone, but this tiny test balloon at him is so awful. 

His mother—she of the child-producing one-night stand with a probable sociopath is volubly incredulous: Who is Rogan O’Leary? His daughter—she of the lease with the bee-counting, continent-hopping, passport-losing peace disturbing Pi is volubly appalled: And you married him? He of an untold number of colossal mistakes in the personal and professional realms, in the public eye and in private, is damnably smug: And here I thought you were a one and done kind of girl.

He regrets it the instant it’s out of his mouth. He bounces around the tattered remnants of reality. He goes back in time and regrets it, except there is a moment, there is an instant, there is the merest spark of absolute fury behind her eyes, and he feels the world come right. He feels reality knitting itself back up again. He feels himself quaking in his bespoke boots, secure in the knowledge that she will make him pay, and he is fine with that. He is absolutely fine.  

He loves her and he fears her, these are the anchors of his entire world, gloriously restored, and that is just as it should be. 

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He loves her and he fears her and he loves her just that little bit more when everything fearsome about her is directed at someone else. Oh, how he loves being able to watch the fireworks from minimum safe distance, so he’s excited when she sets off for Willow Creek. He’s racked with guilt and uncertainty, too, because she’s going alone and he worries that it’s self-flagellation—that it’s an occasion to be afraid for her—but ultimately, he’s excited. 

She is determined when she leaves. She has her keys clutched in her fist and she won’t take an overnight bag. 

“Not even a toothbrush?” He turns up the innocence. It’s a calculated risk. It’s more fuel for the fire that burning in her, fierce and bright now, and it works.

“Not. Even. A toothbrush.” She enunciates each and every letter. She grabs the front of his shirt with her free hand and reels him in until they’re sharing air molecules. “Won’t need it.”

And then she’s gone, but not gone. 

She is on the other end of the phone as soon as she has hunted down her soon-but-not-soon-enough-to-be ex. She is fierce, roaring as she rails against the stupidity of the quest he’s sent her on. 

“Like he’s the damned Wizard of Oz,” she snarls.

“More like the Wizard of Id,” he quips. He’s thinking about being eighteen and all primitive instinct. He’s thinking about drunken nights on the strip and impulse weddings. He’s not really thinking, and it’s fuel for the fire. He swears she’s scorched his ear, she’s scorched the whole side of his brain closest to the phone, so maybe that’s a little too much fuel. 

Except he thinks that might be what sustains her through the abduction of Rogan, through the indifference and grudging pity of the local constabulary. He tells himself on his own frantic drive up to Willow Creek that he’s managed to make her spitting mad enough that she’s not sitting there, alone, with her head in her hands. 

It’s true. It’s mostly true that she’s down to embers when he gets there, but there’s more than enough Logan-related fury to go around. There’s coma wife and the sheer madness of digging through his pornographic electronic mash notes. There are bikers and strippers and a murderous mob boss. There is an entire Logan-based mad, mad, mad, mad world and she is definitely mad about it. 

She is quick thinking and—other than a few slightly moist moments about the dress—she is laser focused on getting this done. She is mean to Logan, and after the whole Man Parts contretemps, that is a delight and a turn on and the world turning beautifully on its axis precisely as it should turn. 

She is a warrior goddess, hell bent on marrying him—him—and he is blown away by that honor and privilege.

He loves her. He fears her. He’s going to marry her. 

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He loves her. He just loves her. It’s hard for them to part ways in stupid Willow Creek, but there’s really nothing for it. She has her car, and he has his. He has to get to the city. He has to start the paperwork on its warp speed journey through the system, and she has to get to the Hamptons to figure out what she’s going to wear. 

“I’m all for nothing at—“ 

She cuts that off with a twist of his ear that takes him right back to the beginning—right back to when she was Our Lady of Smug, patron saint of the One and Done Girl—and that makes it really hard to part ways, because he would love to get in some last-minute fear and trembling in one back seat or the other before she makes an honest man of him. He really would but there’s just no time. He has to settle for backing her up hard against the driver’s side door of her car and kissing the life out of her. He has to settle for the same as she backs him up hard against the passenger side door of his car where it’s pulled up alongside hers. They have to settle for peeling their bodies apart, breathless, eager, and reluctant, all at once. 

“Be safe,” she breathes, her forehead pressed against his. “Hurry, but be safe.” 

“You, too.” He steals one last kiss, then hurries around the hood to slide behind the wheel, to get on with it. 

He’s not three miles down the road when his phone rings through the car’s bluetooth. He feels an eager grin spread across his face as he thumbs the button. “Miss me already?” 

“No,” she retorts immediately, adamantly. “Yes,” she admits slowly, reluctantly. “Shut up,” she orders, shooting an arrow of fear right through his heart, though it softens—it downright melts—when she adds, “Keep me company.” 

He does. He keeps her company, though there’s not a lot of heavy lifting involved. She wants to talk—a positivity rarity for her—and other than her, there’s little he loves more in this stitched-up, much-mended reality than to listen when the mood strikes her. So he listens as she wanders far and wide, as she roams through the month or so of Rogan, and when the time is right, he is going to have so many follow-up questions about where Eddie Vedder’s jean jacket wound up and exactly how far she can chuck a hoagie while running down the strip full tilt. 

It’s not all fun and games, though. How could it be? But it’s okay. He loves her. He loves her, and when it comes to the place where this was always leading, he’s there. He’s on the other end of the phone. He’s listening. 

“I was married then. When my mom died.” Her voice is even. It’s controlled, though he can hear her heaving a shaky sigh. “I told her the whole saga.” Another shaky sigh.”Almost the whole saga with Rogan. We laughed about it.” There’s a silence long enough that he’s worried the call has dropped, but her voice fills up the speakers again. “I feel like I have to . . . confess to her or something. Give her a chance to say I told you so. I feel like I owe her that.” 

It’s a heartsore place for things to land. He doesn’t have a joke or anything gallant locked and loaded, but that doesn’t feel right anyway. He’d tear another hole in the fabric of reality if he could. He’d give her closure. He will give her closure if he can—a trip to her mom’s grave with her hand in his, a letter written and burned, its ashes scattered on the wind, whatever she wants, he’ll do. 

“I’m okay, Castle,” she says quietly, she says knowing he was wondering. “Really.” 

“I know you are,” he says, and it’s true. “I’m glad you are.” 

That’s true, too, in the most comprehensive sense. He is glad she’s okay. He is glad of whoever, whatever, however she is in any given moment.  

He hears the road beneath his own tires, the road beneath hers. She stays on the line, though she is quiet now and a little sad. She wants things he can’t give her—he hasn’t yet devised a way to give her—and that’s a little maddening. But she is more than okay, and he is more than okay with that. She is fierce and fear-inducing and lonely for her mom and a little bit raw right now.

He loves her and he fears her. He has the twin anchors for his whole world on the other end of the line. That’s as it should be.

A/N: A group of finches is called a trembling. That is a thing. This is not a thing. It is an uneven atrocity, not a thing. 

images via homeofthenutty

[sluttyhenley]

Got tagged by @energievieto put my entire music library on shuffle and post the first ten songs, then tag ten other people - thank you! 🤗💖

as always going with my liked songs which is always a bit of a trip because i’ve been on spotify for a long damn time

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1. Family by Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors

2. The Longer the Waiting by Josh Turner

3. Light as a Feather by Norah Jones

4. Heroes by Gang of Youths

5. Body Language by Queen

6. Let’s Misbehave by Eartha Kitt

7. Better in Color by Lizzo

8. Comedy Gold from Galavant

9. Dear Baby from Waitress: The Musical

10. Does Your Mother Know from Mamma Mia!

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Tagging @ongreenergrasses, @sindirimba, @rhubarbdreams, @nevermindirah, @ethnicallyambiguous-mom and @redbelles if you want to! (i realize this is not 10 people but when have i ever actually tagged the amount of people the rules said to tag? never)

[airyairyaucontraire]

Please absorb this anecdote from Patrick Warburton, which you can 100% hear in Cronk’s voice:

Warburton: Eartha and I had actually worked together before that. We did some horrible movies in South Africa back in 1985 [Dragonard and Master of Dragonard Hill]. Oliver Reed was the villain. Eartha Kitt ran the bordello. I’m the one white slave. Now, I was 22 years old. I rowed crew in college, so I was still in pretty damn good shape. And it’s one of these exploitation-type films. So once they got me up on the blocks, of course, the women have their husbands there, and they’re twirling their parasols, like, “Darling, I want that one.” To reiterate, these are the worst movies ever made. My wish is that nobody would ever see them ever again — because as bad as these movies are, I truly was the worst thing in them. Oliver Reed, who sometimes would start with a little bit of whiskey at 10 in the morning, is really the only watchable thing in them. He was relegated to doing crappy movies like ours because they couldn’t insure a major production with him at the time. Finally, he garnered some trust and they hired him on Gladiator… and he died, making Gladiator, drunk in a bar on the island of Malta. I think he was arm wrestling a rugby team. I might have one of these details wrong. It cost them millions of dollars in post.