#martha blanche

[recklessjerry]

Another old wip completed

I think this was one of the very first sketches of Martha I've made when I just adopted her and tbh idk why I abandoned it cuz imo it looked quite decent, ESPECIALLY concidering how miserable my human drawing skills were back then...

[beguines]

Martha Serpas, Côte Blanche

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Murder by the Clock (1931) Edward Sloman

April 20th 2024

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 1920

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Okay, folks, the mini-tourney is inching closer to the finals, so I'm going to give a list of the competitors in the Miss Billboard Tourney in order to give everyone a chance to submit more propaganda. The nominees are:

Lale Andersen

Marian Anderson

Signe Toly Anderson

Julie Andrews

LaVerne Andrews

Maxene Andrews

Patty Andrews

Ann-Margret

Joan Armatrading

Dorothy Ashby

Joan Baez

Pearl Bailey

Belle Baker

Josephine Baker

LaVern Baker

Florence Ballard

Brigitte Bardot

Eileen Barton

Fontella Bass

Shirley Bassey

Maggie Bell

Lola Beltran

Ivy Benson

Gladys Bentley

Jane Birkin

Cilla Black

Ronee Blakley

Teresa Brewer

Anne Briggs

Ruth Brown

Joyce Bryant

Vashti Bunyan

Kate Bush

Montserrat Caballe

Maria Callas

Blanche Calloway

Wendy Carlos

Cathy Carr

Raffaella Carra

Diahann Carroll

Karen Carpenter

June Carter Cash

Charo

Cher

Meg Christian

Gigliola Cinquetti

Petula Clark

Merry Clayton

Patsy Cline

Rosemary Clooney

Natalie Cole

Judy Collins

Alice Coltrane

Betty Comden

Barbara Cook

Rita Coolidge

Gal Costa

Ida Cox

Karen Dalton

Marie-Louise Damien

Betty Davis

Jinx Dawson

Doris Day

Blossom Dearie

Kiki Dee

Lucienne Delyle

Sandy Denny

Jackie DeShannon

Gwen Dickey

Marlene Dietrich

Marie-France Dufour

Julie Driscoll

Yvonne Elliman

Cass Elliot

Maureen Evans

Agnetha Faeltskog

Marianne Faithfull

Mimi Farina

Max Feldman

Gracie Fields

Ella Fitzgerald

Roberta Flack

Lita Ford

Connie Francis

Aretha Franklin

France Gall

Judy Garland

Crystal Gayle

Gloria Gaynor

Bobbie Gentry

Astrud Gilberto

Donna Jean Godchaux

Lesley Gore

Eydie Gorme

Margo Guryan

Sheila Guyse

Nina Hagen

Francoise Hardy

Emmylou Harris

Debbie Harry

Annie Haslam

Billie Holiday

Mary Hopkin

Lena Horne

Helen Humes

Betty Hutton

Janis Ian

Mahalia Jackson

Wanda Jackson

Etta James

Joan Jett

Bessie Jones

Etta Jones

Gloria Jones

Grace Jones

Shirley Jones

Tamiko Jones

Janis Joplin

Barbara Keith

Carole King

Eartha Kitt

Chaka Khan

Hildegard Knef

Gladys Knight

Sonja Kristina

Patti Labelle

Cleo Laine

Nicolette Larson

Daliah Lavi

Vicky Leandros

Peggy Lee

Rita Lee

Alis Lesley

Barbara Lewis

Abbey Lincoln

Melba Liston

Julie London

Darlene Love

Lulu

Anni-Frid Lyngstad

Barbara Lynn

Loretta Lynn

Vera Lynn

Siw Malmkvist

Lata Mangeshkar

Linda McCartney

Kate McGarrigle

Christie McVie

Bette Midler

Jean Millington

June Millington

Liza Minnelli

Carmen Miranda

Joni Mitchell

Liz Mitchell

Marion Montgomery

Lee Morse

Nana Mouskouri

Anne Murray

Wenche Myhre

Holly Near

Olivia Newton-John

Stevie Nicks

Nico

Laura Nyro

Virginia O’Brien

Odetta

Yoko Ono

Shirley Owens

Patti Page

Dolly Parton

Freda Payne

Michelle Phillips

Edith Piaf

Ruth Pointer

Leontyne Price

Suzi Quatro

Gertrude Rainey

Bonnie Raitt

Carline Ray

Helen Reddy

Della Reese

Martha Reeves

June Richmond

Jeannie C. Riley

Minnie Riperton

Jean Ritchie

Chita Rivera

Clara Rockmore

Linda Ronstadt

Marianne Rosenberg

Diana Ross

Anna Russell

Melanie Safka

Buffy Sainte-Marie

Samantha Sang

Pattie Santos

Hazel Scott

Doreen Shaffer

Jackie Shane

Marlena Shaw

Sandie Shaw

Dinah Shore

Judee Sill

Carly Simon

Nina Simone

Nancy Sinatra

Siouxsie Sioux

Grace Slick

Bessie Smith

Mamie Smith

Patti Smith

Ethel Smyth

Mercedes Sosa

Ronnie Spector

Dusty Springfield

Mavis Staples

Candi Staton

Barbra Streisand

Poly Styrene

Maxine Sullivan

Donna Summer

Pat Suzuki

Norma Tanega

Tammi Terrell

Sister Rosetta Tharpe

Big Mama Thornton

Mary Travers

Moe Tucker

Tina Turner

Twiggy

Bonnie Tyler

Sylvia Tyson

Sarah Vaughan

Sylvie Vartan

Mariska Veres

Akiko Wada

Claire Waldoff

Jennifer Warnes

Dee Dee Warwick

Dionne Warwick

Dinah Washington

Ethel Waters

Elisabeth Welch

Kitty Wells

Mary Wells

Juliane Werding

Tina Weymouth

Cris Williamson

Ann Wilson

Mary Wilson

Nancy Wilson

Anna Mae Winburn

Syreeta Wright

Tammy Wynette

Nan Wynn

Those in italics have five or more pieces of usable visual, written, or audio propaganda already. If you have any visuals like photos or videos, or if you have something to say in words, submit it to this blog before round one begins on June 25th!

If you don't see a name you submitted here, it's because most or all of their career was as a child/they were too young for the cutoff, their career was almost entirely after 1979, or music was something they only dabbled in and are hardly known for. There are quite a few ladies on the list whose primary career wasn't "recording artist" or "live musician," but released several albums or were in musical theater, so they've been accepted.

[pupsmailbox]

ROYALTY︰FANCY ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　adalinda.　adam.　adela.　adelaide.　adelio.　adrienne.　agnes.　aladdin.　alaric.　albert.　alexander.　alexandra.　alice.　alyssa.　amadeo.　amelia.　anastasia.　andrew.　anita.　anne.　anneliese.　ara.　archie.　aricia.　ariel.　armel.　astrid.　athena.　aurora.　aymeric.　balder.　baldr.　baldur.　bano.　basil.　beatrice.　belle.　blanche.　blanchesse.　blanchette.　bonnette.　bonnie.　bowesse.　bowette.　brendan.　briar.　brioc.　camilla.　carl.　caroline.　caspian.　catharina.　catherine.　cecilia.　chainesse.　chainette.　chainne.　charles.　charlotte.　chelidonis.　christian.　claude.　cleopatra.　corsette.　crosse.　crossette.　crownesse.　crownette.　cynfael.　damita.　damyanti.　darius.　delphine.　deoch.　diana.　duke.　duncan.　eadlin.　edward.　eleanor.　eleanora.　eleanore.　elisabeth.　eliza.　elizabeth.　elsa.　emmanuel.　erendira.　eric.　esperanza.　estelle.　eugene.　eugenie.　evelyn.　fang.　fangesse.　fangette.　farsiris.　felix.　frederick.　frederik.　frille.　frillesse.　frillette.　gabriel.　gearesse.　gearette.　george.　gladys.　gormlaith.　grace.　griffith.　haakon.　harry.　hector.　henrik.　henry.　ingrid.　isabella.　isadora.　izella.　james.　jasmine.　joachim.　josephine.　julia.　julien.　kiana.　kingsley.　lacesse.　lacette.　lacey.　laurent.　leonore.　lilibet.　louis.　louise.　lucas.　lucienne.　mabel.　madeleine.　mael.　maelie.　maelle.　maelys.　magnus.　mailys.　margaret.　maria.　marie.　marina.　martha.　michael.　nicolas.　nikolai.　nina.　noire.　noiresse.　noirette.　orla.　oscar.　palesse.　palette.　pari.　paris.　pearlesse.　pearlette.　philip.　primrose.　prince.　princer.　princessa.　princesse.　princette.　princey.　princie.　prinze.　prinzess.　prinzessa.　prynce.　pryncess.　quille.　reagan.　regina.　regulus.　ribbonesse.　ribbonette.　ribbonne.　richard.　robin.　rognvaldr.　rosalina.　rose.　rosette.　rufflesse.　rufflette.　sabrina.　sadie.　saina.　sara.　sarah.　sarai.　sebastian.　sharai.　sofia.　sophie.　soraya.　steven.　sverre.　tzeitel.　vampesse.　vampette.　vampie.　victoria.　victorianne.　vincent.　watchesse.　watchette.　william.　yseult.　zadie.

PRONOUNS ⌇　apple/apple.　blu/blush.　bonnet/bonnet.　bow/bow.　chain/chain.　che/cher.　corset/corset.　count/count.　cro/crown.　cro/own.　cross/crosses.　crown/crown.　crown/crowned.　crowned/prince.　crowned/princess.　dear/dear.　dress/dress.　dress/dresse.　elegant/elegant.　eth/ethel.　fluff/fluff.　frill/frill.　frill/frilly,　frill/frilly.　frilly/frilly.　gear/gear.　grace/grace.　he/heir.　he/heiress.　he/hir.　he/ir.　heart/heart.　heir/ess.　heir/heir.　heir/heiress.　heiress/heiress.　king/king.　lace/lace.　lo/love.　lord/lord.　lord/lordship.　love/love.　luv/luv.　melody/melodie.　mirror/mirror.　mon/arch.　night/night.　no/nobili.　no/noble.　pale/pale.　pearl/pearl.　pillow/pillow.　pink/pink.　pretty/pretty.　pri/ince.　pri/prince.　pri/princess.　prin/cess.　prince/prince.　princess/princess.　princess/princesse.　princess/princesses.　queen/queen.　ribbon/ribbon.　ro/rose.　ro/royal.　robe/robe.　rose/rose.　royal/royal.　royal/royalty,　royal/royalty.　royalty/royaltie.　royalty/royalty,　royalty/royalty.　ruffle/ruffle.　shy/hyr.　sleep/sleep.　snore/snore.　suit/suit.　tea/tea.　throne/throne.　ti/ara.　ti/tiara.　tiara/tiara.　victorian/victorian.　watch/watche.　yawn/yawn.　zzz/zzz.　⚔/⚔.　⚜/⚜.　🏰/🏰.　👑/👑.　💎/💎.

[curiositydooropened]

Heyy amanda i looove your writing, your stories are so well thought-out and interesting. Could you maybe if you like the idea write about steve in s2, nancy is breaking up w him but he can't seem to stop thinking about reader. Hope you like the idea and get some inspiration❤️❤️🫡🥺

Hello, sweets! First of all, this message was sooo lovely! Thank you so much! As I reached the end of this little drabble, I worried I didn’t exactly fulfill your prompt, but I hope you still enjoy it! Thanks again for requesting!!!

Under the Sea

Steve is dreading prom season until he spots you, the one who’s always been there.

Wordcount: 1794

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

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Prom Season, that fortuitous time of year where normally orange and green concrete halls were painted in pastels and streamers. Christmas baubles dangling from the ceiling in strings with PTSD triggering Christmas lights that had Steve wishing his bat were in his backpack and not just the trunk of his car. A large Under the Sea banner denoted dates and locations - tickets could be purchased in the cafeteria during lunch for $5 a piece. Ballots for royalty could be found at the ticket tables.

Royalty. Steve blanched, tightening the strap of his backpack over one shoulder. Funny how the title of King could be swiped from a kid in a few short months. Prom King was all Steve ever wanted, all he ever strived to be. Now, he didn’t even have the title of championship winning point guard. Now, he didn’t even have the title of boyfriend. Now, the only regal title Steve Harrington could answer to was “World’s Best Babysitter”, and although he enjoyed ruffling the hair of those little shits, he wished more people than Mrs. Henderson would give a shit.

Maybe he’d have lunch on the field today, or in the woods. The cafeteria would be crawling with giddy girls and their dates, and the parking lot still stung of Nancy and Tommy and Carol always cat-called from nearby.

The bell rang indicating the start of fourth period, and Steve dipped sideways down a long hallway toward staff offices and the shining sun of midday in Spring.

Sneakers squeaking against linoleum, he grit his teeth past the coos and giggles of Martha Rhinestad and Emily Henberry, both of whom had turned him down for a date last weekend thanks to Dustin’s Pearl-filled grin-and-growl combo. Steve offered a friendly wave in passing, and both girls giggled once more, louder, brushing past him in a waft of bubblegum and hairspray. He turned to watch them walk away, lamenting the curves of their Levi’s and the fall of his reign.

When he turned back to the door outside, he ran smack into a figure who let out a remarkable yelp. Steve jumped, nearly smacking the intruder with his backpack until he saw you with hands held in surrender, hair tossed and a look of surprise etched across your features.

“Oh my God, Steve. Hi. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh, hi. No, I’m sorry.” Steve scratched the back of his throat and made room for you to pass.

You. You who taught him how to tie his shoes in kindergarten, you who put a band-aid on his chin in the fourth grade when he cut it on the playground, you who took an attack-kiss with grace at Carol’s 14th birthday party even though it was practically assault.

“Where are you headed?” You smiled, glancing over your shoulder at the windowed door, which somehow felt less beckoning in your presence.

“Lunch,” he explained. “You?”

You tapped the tin box in your hand, which he hadn’t noticed until now. “Also lunch. I’m selling prom tickets.”

“Ah,” he nodded, that familiar ache filling his chest.

“Yeah, we better sell out this year, this Under the Sea theme is way more expensive than A Night to Remember, but student council insisted prom be different than last year’s, which I guess they’re right, but it’d be way less work for the planning committee. As if we aren’t getting ready for college.” You we’re rambling, face ducked into the tin box now clamped to your chest, and Steve felt a smile etch itself on his own face, a weak feeling he was getting to used to having again. “You’re going, right?”

He blinked back at you, the sweet and innocent look in your eye matched with the guilt of him not planning to go. He swallowed, remembered he had a couple bucks in his wallet. He could spare it for a prom ticket he wouldn’t use. “Oh yeah, of course. Thanks for reminding me.” It was worth it to see you smile.

“Walk with me?” You offered, and he spun for a third time to head beside you back down the hallway to the hell of pastel that was the cafeteria.

You and Steve fell into step, sneakers squeaking and change jingling against the tin in your arms, and he risked a glance at your face. You’d really grown up, pretty young thing turned into a young woman overnight. You’d mentioned college, talked like you were all grown up. You felt different from the kid that encouraged him to switch from a trike to a bicycle, and suddenly he realized you’d spent your lives together.

“So, how’ve you been? How’re classes this year?” You asked, catching his stare.

Steve sighed, dug his thumb between his bag strap and his shoulder. “Barely scraping by. Did you know chemistry sucks?”

You laughed, a sound he’d kill to pull from you again, and nodded. “Chemistry does suck. I took it last year.”

“Overachiever,” he mumbled under his breath, and he swelled when you caught the playful tone, elbowing his ribs.

“I was going to offer to help,” you continued. The joke of a past tense was not lost on him.

“Yeah?”

You shrugged. “You know I’m always here for you, Steve.”

There was something in your tone that had his stomach flipping, had him remembering the band-aid and the tiny moment in the dark of Tina’s yard during her Halloween party, after Nancy called him “bullshit” where you asked if he needed to talk. He thought of the moment during Thanksgiving break, where he tossed cranberry sauce into his grocery basket, and you asked about his double black eyes. You’d been the first person to approach him then, the first to talk to him for two whole weeks since he showed back up to school.

Before he had a chance to respond, the cafeteria door swung open to a cacophony of screaming teenagers and tossed paper airplanes. Lines formed with orange trays and slopped, well, slop. The nerds sat with the nerds, and Steve narrowly avoided the polo-wearing table of whispers as you approached the long line growing up to a double card table. Sissy Patterson sat behind it, shooting you a wave of relief upon your approach.

“See you up there,” you smiled and shimmied your way to pass out change and stack the growing wad of bills into your tin box. Your hair was shiny, and your smile bright.

“Steve?” The voice sent chills up his spine, and with a warm face, he turned to sweet, beautiful Nancy Wheeler.

“Hey, Nance,” he sighed, shoulders slumped in defeat. As though he thought he could hide in a room full of potential snipers.

“Hey,” she was awkward behind him, soft corners of her lips pinched in a signature Nancy polite smile. Far different from yours.

“You getting prom tickets?” He asked, though he’d prefer to not know the answer.

“Oh yeah. I mean, I’m serving punch and Jonathan’s taking photos so we don’t really need them, but Mom insisted. You know, for her scrapbook.”

Steve nodded. The famous Wheeler scrapbook, perpetually forgotten for gossipy phone lines and romance novels and Chardonnay. There were a fair few Polaroids of him taken for that scrapbook, including a handful from junior prom the year before.

“What about you? Are you getting prom tickets?” Steve didn’t think she meant it as surprised as it sounded, but it hurt nonetheless.

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’ and took a step up to the wobbly table.

“Steve,” Sissy popped her bubblegum, shot him a glare. He’d stood her up for a date freshman year. He’d never be forgiven.

“Sissy,” he smiled. He fished into his pocket for cash and found ten dollars. And with Nancy looming behind him and you grinning up at him with those sparkly eyes, he blurted out. “Two tickets please.” More confident than he thought.

He noticed something in you then, the slightest slump of your shoulders, a lick of your lips as your smile softened. You took his cash and placed it neatly into the tin, and Sissy shoved two tickets into his hand.

“Here’s the royalty ballot,” you passed over a clipboard, avoiding his gaze, and his throat tightened in terrified anticipation.

“Oh that’s okay,” he shrugged it off as Nancy stepped up beside him to order her own tickets. When he glanced over, she was glancing between the two of you, eyebrows pinched.

“Steve,” you pressed. “Take the ballot. Trust me.” Your smile was soft, shy, but that sparkle went back into your eyes and sent something through him.

He took the clipboard and pen from your dainty fingers and glanced over the pastel artwork until he saw the neatly printed columns for King, Queen, Princes, and Princesses. Under the King category, he found Steve Harrington. It was the first name on the list. Right where he always wanted it to belong. He glanced over the clipboard where you were watching with an eager gaze, and he couldn’t help but smile, wide.

He checked his name and a few others, and before he even tried to look at Nancy’s votes over her shoulder, he took another step of bravery and said your name, actually yelled it a little. People at a nearby table stopped talking.

“Steve,” you chuckled, flashing a polite smile at those around.

“Do you have a date to prom?”

Again, that beautiful smile of yours faded, dwindled, diminished. You shook your head and avoided his gaze, taking change from the person elbowing past Nancy who seemed to be having an impossible time with her ballot.

“Great,” Steve grinned. “Would you go to prom with me?”

The lid to the tin box slammed closed. Nancy dropped her pen, it rolled between them. “What?”

“I’m asking you to be my prom date. I’ll get a cummerbund to match your dress, and I’ll buy you a corsage, and I’ll take you to dinner beforehand. Do you like Enzo’s?”

“Yes,” you were fighting off that smile now.

“Is that a yes to Enzo or to being my date?”

“Both, I guess.” You laughed, that pretty sound. He’d managed to pull it from you again.

“Perfect. Can we talk about it more after school?”

You shrugged, nodded, but he could tell you were pleased. You, who kissed his chin better, you who maybe enjoyed that kiss at Carol’s birthday, you who hooked your hand into his elbow after his breakup and told him everything was going to be alright.

He winked and turned around before he could catch the look of shock on Nancy’s face because honestly, he couldn’t even focus on Nancy when that smile played on his mind. He floated out of the cafeteria like a jellyfish, soft and light and hopeful.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Lights, Camera, Action!

Yall want more Peter, I heard.

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Peter being a naughty boy.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You shut down the mixer and lift out the paddle, moving the bowl and angling it to show the camera the dough.

“It’s important not to over mix,” you instruct your bodiless audience, “and so we want to knead it. Again,” you dump the hard lump onto the wooden board, “you don’t want to overwork it because then, your bread won’t be very fluffy and we want some nice big air bubbles in this.”

The stream chimes and chirps in response and you squint to see the screen. You read as few comments and chuckle as your hands move out of instinct.

“‘How often do I make bread?’ Well, I don’t buy it. I know not everyone has that luxury. I used to be your biggest Wonder fan in the world but I’m lucky enough that now I can make a couple loaves a week. Enough to give away even,” you smile as you talk, finding it easier to ramble to keep from getting camera shy.

You’re still not used to the streams but your blog’s growing and you were convinced to branch out from long articles, “and I like to mix it up. Sometimes, I do a raisin cinnamon loaf. Sometimes I change up the grain or the flour. It’s really easy to do a vegan bread when you have special company…”

For a moment you hear yourself and want to cringe at how you sound like Martha Stewart. A middle-aged homemaker with a passion for her stove and tablecloths.

The chinking sound of a tip comes in and you thank the generous donator as you move the dough into the pan, “now we want to put this into our proofing drawer.”

You slide the pan off the counter and turn to put it in the drawer beneath your double stoves. You shut it and struggle to rise as your lower back burns. Standing in one spot isn’t the best for your aches and pains. 

Before you can stand, you feel hands on your hips, a surprise that is soothing as Peter kneads your hips. He grinds his crotch against your ass as he keeps you bent over and you nearly hit your head on the oven door.

“Damn, kitten, look at you all ready for me,” he teases as he pulls you back, mimicking a thrust.

“Peter,” you squeal, “I’m filming.”

“You can redo it,” he purrs as you stand and his hands trail up your sides, “come on, baby,” turns you towards the camera and tries to force you against the counter. You brace the edge and blanch at the lens, the chat bubbling wildly with comments you can’t make out, “daddy wants a bite.”

“Peter,” you squeal, “I’m live!”

“Huh,” he hums as he kisses your sleeve and snakes his hands up to grope your chest. You catch him and try to shove him away, “I’ll be quick, kitty. Just a little–”

“I’m live!” You repeat louder and squeeze his hands, “as in, I’m streaming.”

You giggle nervously as he stops. He stands on his toes to look over his shoulders and gives a grunt. You feel his fingers twitch as if he might just keep going. You wouldn’t put him past his shameless self. He chuckles.

“Oops,” he lifts his hands and shows his palms, stepping around you as he grins at the lens, “hi everyone, sorry to interrupt…” he looks at you and tilts his head, “sorry, babe.”

He kisses your cheek and gives a wink that promises you it isn’t over. You smile and watch him leave, speechless in your embarrassment. Your chat continues to beep. You finally turn back and grab the timer, setting it.

You put it down and read the dozens of comments coming in, ‘Damn, is that your husband?’; ‘Fine as fuck’, ‘You shoulda let him’. You shake your head.

“This is a baking show,” you chide and try to laugh it off, “now let’s move onto the rolls…”

[holmesillustrations]

Vote for your favourite, the top 9 will proceed in the bracket. Since theyre all different shapes and sizes, make sure to click into the full views!

Paget Eliminations

Other Artist Eliminations

Full captions and details for each illustration below the cut:

"His head had been shattered by a savage blow." W.H. Hyde, Silver Blaze (Harper’s Weekly) Characters: John Straker

[Holmes alone at Reichenbach] Harry C. Edwards, Final Problem (McClure’s) Characters: Holmes

"We watched him... he returned with a large book." FD Steele, Black Peter (Collier’s) Characters: Hopkins, Holmes, Watson, John Neligan

"He stood with clinched hands and heaving breast." FD Steele, Abbey Grange (Collier’s) Characters: Watson, Holmes, Capt. Crocker

"That was the end of the matter." Arthur Twidle, Bruce-Partington Plans (The Strand) Characters: Cadogen West, Col Walter, Oberstein

"The door had been opened to admit the men and their burden." FD Steele, Lady Frances Carfax (The American Magazine) Characters: Miss Fraser

"Hush, on your life!" cried the miner, standing still in his alarm, and gazing in amazement at his companion." Frank Wiles, Valley of Fear (The Strand) Characters: Douglas/McMurdo, Mike Scanlan

"A dear old ruddy-faced woman in a country cap, bending over her knitting" FD Steele, His Last Bow (Collier’s) Characters: Martha (Housekeeper)

[The professor and his dog] FD Steele, Creeping Man (Hearst’s International) Characters: Prof Presbury, Roy

"Mr. Holmes, I beg that you will bring this interview to an end," said the icy voice." HK Elcock, Illustrious Client (The Strand) Characters: Holmes, Kitty Winter, Violet deMerville

"Colonel Emsworth pointed to Sherlock Holmes. "This is the gentleman who forced my hand," he said." HK Elcock, Blanched Soldier (The Strand) Characters: James Dodd, Godfrey Emsworth, Col Emsworth, Holmes

[Teaser image] FD Steele, Veiled Lodger (Liberty) Characters: Holmes

[spiritusloci]

Have you ever considered an AI portrait of Tennessee Williams’ Blanche Dubois? I would be very interested to see what you do with her. You are an amazing artist and she is an amazing character. Best wisesfor a happy and healthy 2024.

Stu

Thanks for the question. I did try Sebastian and Violet Venable from Suddenly Last Summer when I was doing the literary portraits, but couldn't get them right. Same for George and Martha from Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. You're right Blanche Dubois (and Stanley for that matter) would be great fun. I'll give it a try with the new Midjourney 6 to see what I get. Happy New Year to you, too.

[hitchell-mope]

(Sharing Time)

Samantha: with all due respect supergirl. You have no idea what’s it’s like to wake up in the morning and realise you’ve hurt people

Kara: I do actually.

Lucy: are you sure you want to tell her this?

Kara: she needs to know. Especially if she decides to keep her powers.

Lucy: alright. If you’re sure.

Samantha: need to know what exactly?

Kara: kryptonite. There three kinds that we know of.

Lucy: four.

Kara: four? Whadya mean four?

Lucy: p-pink.

Kara: pink!?!? What the fuck does that do?

Lucy: I don’t know exactly. They won’t tell me. All I know if there was an....incident in the Bahamas during spring break and pink kryptonite was involved. My sister, my boyfriend and your cousin won’t tell me or anyone about it. James and Clark didn’t talk again until thanksgiving and even then Martha had to read them the riot act about how what happened doesn’t change their friendship and-

Kara: enough! I will discuss this with all four of you later. As I was saying miss arias before I got this eye opening revelation

(She glares icily at Lucy)

Kara: there are three types of kryptonite that I know of. There’s green kryptonite. It feels like the flesh is being seared off your bones. And it’s what luthor was using on you

Lucy: actually it was a synthetic duplicate. Which explains why it didn’t work.

Kara: that woman is such a fucking idiot. There’s silver kryptonite. It makes you hallucinate your greatest fears. My boyfriend’s mother used it on my cousin to apprehend me during her invasion.

Samantha: what did he see?

Kara: a despotic general from our home planet. Someone who he’s fought before. I just barely managed to stop him before he killed me. Not the greatest family moment we ever had.

Samantha: what’s the last one?

Kara: red kryptonite. It uh, it enables your anger to overtake you. I got scratched by a fragment of it about two years ago now. I nearly killed my sister. And my boss. Director J’onnz had to put himself in danger to bring me down. I did and said some horrible, horrible things.

Lucy: but the important thing is that we can help you.

Samantha: how?

Kara: we don’t know yet. But we’ll find a way. Trust us.

Samantha: but why now? If I was supposed to be some sort of laser guided tyke bomb why is it only happening now?

Mon El: pregnancy.

Samantha: pardon?

Mon El: I was helping agents Danvers and Schott run labs on your blood and as far as they can figure. Your pregnancy prevented the um hardwiring from kicking in until now. Or at least until we coukd help you.

Samantha: my daughter’s existence saved the world.

Mon El: basically yeah.

Samantha: thank you Mike.

Mom El (blanching): no. Not Mike. Valor. Who’s Mike? I don’t know a Mike. Do you know a Mike? I swear I didn’t tell!

Kara: honey. It’s okay. I think she figured it out for herself.

Samantha: yeah. I might be living in a speed run of a non self inflicted retelling of Jekyll and Hyde but I’m not an idiot. Glasses and hairstyles only go so far Kara. You might want to think about wearing a wig.

Kara: yes miss Arias. I will definitely be considering that.

Lucy: she won’t be considering that.

Mon El: ya think?

(End of Sharing Time)

[recklessjerry]

Uncle Tom's Cabin

I know a secret that I just can't tell...

All I’m saying is that these two might be aware of something they probably shouldn’t get too deep into >w>

[beguines]

Martha Serpas, Côte Blanche

[cloudberry-sims]

1600-1700 names list

I been collecting names for my decades challenged and I decided to share it. It has a bunch of different names in alphabetical order. 

Not 100% sure how accurate these names are as I’m not a historian , but I like them. 

Some names are “nicknames” or a variation of the same name, like Faye is from Faith ,Orelia is from Aurelia and Sisely from Cecilia/Cecily. 

Some names are Shakespearean , Puritan/Virtue names , American Colonial and perhaps a Arthurian here and there. 

Female names: 

Abigail

Adilene/Adeline

Adrian/Adrianne/Adriana

Afra

Agatha

Agnes

Alice

Aliena

Althea

Amanda

Amelia

Amie

Amity

Amphilis

Anastasia

Andrea

Anis

Annabell/Annabella

Anne/Anna/Annie

Anthea

Aphra

Aquila

Arabella

Artemisia

Audrey

Augusta

Aurelia

Aurinda

Aveline

Avis

Ayala

Azaria

Azoah

Barbara

Barsheba

Basilia

Beatrice/ Beatrix/Bettrys

Berenice/Bernesia/Bernessa

Bethsaby

Betty

Bianca

Blanch/Blanche

Blisse

Blythe

Bridget

Candace

Caroline

Cassandra

Catherine

Causeanger

Cecilia/Cecily/Cicely

Chantal

Charis

Charissima

Charity

Charlotte

Chloe

Christabella

Christian/Christina/Christiana

Clary

Clemencie/ Clemence/Clemency

Clorinda

Constance

Cornelia

Cressida

Cynthia

Deborah

Deodate

Desdemona

Desire

Dessorell

Diana

Dido

Dinah

Dionise/Denise

Dionyza

Divinity

Dolabella

Dolora

Dorcas

Dorothy/Dorothea

Easter

Ebotte

Edith

Edna

Edonie

Effemia

Eleanor

Elise

Elizabeth

Ellen

Ellois

Ely

Emilia

Emma

Eppie

Esther

Etheldreda

Eunice

Euphanie

Evadne

Eve/Eva

Faith

Fanny

Fanstine

Faye/Fay

Felicity/Felice

Florence

Fortune

Frances

Francisca

Fronia

Gartheride

Georgette

Georgine

Gillian

Gilot

Gonerill

Good

Grace

Grisell

Gwenhoivar

Hannah

Harriet

Haven

Helen/Helena

Henrietta

Hermione

Hester

Hezekiah

Honesty

Honor

Honoria

Hope

Humility

Ida

Idonea

Imogen

Irelee

Irene

Iris

Isabella/Isabel

Isolde

Iva

Ivette

Jacobina/Jacobine

Jane

Janikin

Jemima

Jennette/Jennet/Janet

Jeronomie

Joan

Joanna

Jocatta

Jocosa

Jonee

Joy

Joyanne

Joyce

Judith

Juliana/Julia/Juliet

Karissa

Katherine/Kathleen

Kezia/Keziah

Kitty/ Kitlyn

Kloe/Khloe

Koreen/Korinne

Laura

Lavinia

Leah

Leticia

Lettice

Love

Luce

Luciana

Lucretia

Lucy

Lydia/Lidia

Mable

Magdalen

Maggy

Magnolia

Margaret

Margery

Marian/Marion

Mariella

Marina

Martha

Mary

Matilda

Maud

Mercy

Mildred

Millicent

Milly/Millie

Mirabel

Miranda

Modesty

Monica

Muriel

Myra/Myrah

Naomi

Nazareth

Nell

Nerissa

Nola

Octavia

Odelle

Olivia

Ophelia

Orelia

Orinda

Pain

Patience

Pauline

Penelope

Perdita

Petronella

Philippa

Phillis

Phoebe

Pleasance

Primrose

Priscilla

Prudence

Rachel

Rawsone

Rebekah/Rebecca

Remember

Rhoda

Robin

Rosalind

Rosaline

Rosamond

Rosanna

Rose

Ruth

Samantha

Sarah

Saskia

Sebeliah

Selah

Selina

Silence

Silvia

Sisely

Sitha

Skyler

Sophia

Susanna

Sustillian

Sybil/Sibilla

Syntha

Tabitha

Tace

Tamar

Tamora

Temperance

Theodora

Theodorien

Theodosia

Thomasin/Thomasina/Thomasea

Timandra

Titania

Trinity

Trothe

Tryphena

Ursula

Valentine/Valentina

Valeria

Vecula

Venetia

Verely / Verily/Verity

Veronica

Viola/Violenta

Virgilia

Virginia

Virtue

Winifred

Wulfhild

Wybetha

Zelda

Zipporah

Male names: 

Aaron

Abacuck

Abraham

Adam

Adlard

Adrian

Alan

Albert

Alexander

Alveredus

Ambrose

Anchor

Andrew

Annanias

Anthony

Archibald/Archbad

Archilai

Aristoteles

Arnold

Artemas

Arthur

Asa

Ashley

Atkinson

Augustine

Augustus

Austin

Bainbridge

Baldwin

Barnabas

Barnard

Bartell

Bartholomew

Bardolph

Basil

Bellingham

Benedict

Benjamin

Bennett

Bertram

Bevil

Blaise/Blais

Bradford

Brian

Cadwallader

Cesar

Charles/Charlys

Chadrick

Christian

Christopher

Chroferus/Chroseus

Ciriacus

Clement

Clifford

Conrad

Constant

Cornelius

Cosmo

Court

Cotton

Cromwell

Cuthbert

Cutlake

Cyrano

Daniel

Dary

David/Davide

Demes

Denton

Denys/Dionise

Didimus

Digory

Don

Drugo

Dudley

Ebenezer

Ebulus

Edric

Edi

Edmund

Edward

Edwin

Egedius

Eli

Elias

Ellis

Eloy

Emanuell/Emmanuel

Emericke

Emery

Emmett

Enoch

Erasmus

Ethan

Eustace

Evan

Everard

Everard

Ezrah

Fabian

Fairfax

Faustinus

Felix

Francis

Frank

Frederick

Fleance

Fulk

Gabraell/Gabrell/Gabriel

Galileo

Gamalie

Garmayne

Garnett

Gavan/Gawen

Gentile

Geoffrey

George

Gerlick

Gerrard

Gideon/Hedeon

Gilbert

Giles

Gillam

Gobind/Govind

Goodwell

Godfrey

Gottlieb

Goughe

Gregory

Grenville/Grevill

Griffin/Griffith

Guy

Hamond

Hannibal

Hansse

Harman

Harry

Harvard

Hector

Helegor

Henry

Hercules

Herrick

Hieronimus

Hiram

Hobbes

Holland

Howell

Hugh

Humphrey

Ilia

Ingram

Isaac

James

Jarret

Jasper

Jenkin

Jeremiah

Jeremy

Jerome

Jesse

John

Jonathan

Joos

Jordan

Joseph

Joshua

Josias

Justinian

Kaherdin

Karl/Karel

Kenelm/Kenhelm

Kip

Kolby

Lambert

Lancelot

Lawrence

Leonard

Lewis

Lucas

Lynoell/Lionel

Machutus

Manasses

Mark

Marmaduke

Martin/Marton

Matthew

Maurice/Morrice

Melchior

Meredith

Michael

Miles

Morgan

Moses

Nathaniel/Nathaniell/Nathan

Newton

Nicholas

Ninion

Nivinius

Noah/Noe

Noble

Octavius

Odnell

Oliver

Osmund

Ostyn

Oswin

Oswold

Ottewell

Owen

Paschall

Patreas

Paul

Pawll

Percivell/Pesevwell

Peter

Phillip

Pierce/Piers

Phineas

Prospero

Quince

Quinton

Quivier

Ralph

Randall

Randolph

Raphael

Rees

Reginald

Renold

Reyvell

Richard

Robert

Roger

Roland

Roman

Royal

Rymon

Salamon

Sampson

Samuel

Sander

Schuyler

Sebastian

Seraphim/Seraphimus

Septimus

Seth

Shadrick

Silvester

Simon

Simond

Stephen

Taz

Ted

Tedde

Thadeus

Theodosius

Thomas

Timothy

Titus/Tito

Tobias

Trenton/Trentin

Tristram

Tunstall

Turner

Ucentius

Umfray

Uswald

Valor

Valentine

Vandyke

Vaugn

Vernon

Victor

Vincent

Walter

Warham

Watkin

Wiggett

Wilfred

Willing

William

Wine

Wombell

Wymond

Zachary

Zephaniah

[abramsbooks]

RECIPE: Burrata with favas, peas, and preserved lemon (from Salad Freak by Jess Damuck)

When English peas are in season and finally sweet, I can’t get enough of eating them straight out of their shells. Squeezing the fava beans out of their little jackets is pretty fun too—I love the moment the skin splits to reveal the brightest, most amazing green inside. This simple dish is so beautiful and clean and allows the flavors of the favas and peas to shine.

PRODUCE

1 cup (170 g) shelled fava beans, preferably fresh from 1½ pounds (680 g) beans

2 cups (290 g) shelled English peas, preferably fresh from 1½ pounds (680 g) peas

Fresh chive blossoms (or just some chopped chives, mint, or other fresh herbs)

DAIRY

2 balls burrata (about 8 ounces/225 g)

PANTRY

Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper

2 tablespoons finely chopped preserved lemon

Extra-virgin olive oil (use your very good kind)

Flaky salt

COOK: In a small pot, bring heavily salted water to a boil. Prepare an ice bath with a fine-mesh sieve placed over the bowl (to contain your beans and peas). Blanch 1 cup (170 g) favas for 3 to 5 minutes. Transfer to the ice bath, and then to a paper towel–lined plate.

Boil 2 cups (290 g) peas for 3 to 5 minutes, until crisp-tender and bright green. Transfer to the ice bath. Once cool, transfer to a paper towel–lined plate. Unzip all of your fava beans by squeezing them out of their jackets to reveal the beautiful, bright green pod within.

ASSEMBLE AND SERVE: Transfer all of the fava beans and peas to a serving bowl. Add the 2 balls burrata and sprinkle 2 tablespoons finely chopped preserved lemon over everything. Drizzle with your very good olive oil and grind plenty of black pepper over it. Sprinkle with flaky salt and chive blossoms or fresh herbs.

One of TIME’s most anticipated cookbooks of Spring 2022 One of Food & Wine’s best cookbooks of Spring 2022 A USA TODAY and PUBLISHERS WEEKLY bestseller!

Delicious and beautiful recipes from Martha Stewart’s personal salad chef and the self-proclaimed “Bob Ross of salads.”

Offering more than 100 inspired recipes, recipe developer and food stylist Jess Damuck shares her passion for making truly delicious salads. Salad Freak encourages readers to discover and embrace their own salad obsessions. With the right recipes, you will want to eat salad for every meal and never get bored. By playfully combining color, texture, shape, and, of course, flavor, Damuck demonstrates how a little extra effort in the kitchen can be meditative, delicious, and fun. The recipes—such as her Citrus Breakfast Salad; Tea-Smoked Chicken and Bitter Greens Salad; Caesar Salad Pizza Salad; and Roasted Grapes, Ricotta, Croutons, and Endive Salad—are meant to be hearty enough for a meal all year round but versatile enough to be incorporated into a larger menu. For Damuck, the perfect salad balances each bite, with something tart enough to twinge your cheeks, something sweet to balance out the bitter, and something with a little salty crunch to finish. Salad Freak is not just about eating to feel good; it’s about confidently combining flavors to create fresh, bright, and satisfying meals that you will want to make again and again.

For more information, click here.

[perfectdolls]

what i've named all of the choir's parents!

ocean's parents are paula and devon

noel's mom is joanna (his dad isn't in the picture, but he's raymond)

mischa's adoptive parents are mabel and sal howard (he refused to accept their last name as his, so he still used bachinski)

ricky's parents are martha and keith

penny's parents have canon names, marie-jose blanche and rudolf

cosntance's parents are ronáld and judy (judy's surname is blackwood, ronáld took her last name). bonus! her brother's name is timothy