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eulaliasims · 2 months
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Okaaaaay, we're back to normal posts for the singular graduation party (because I simply don't have the attention span to play one for every household). Jayne gets the honor, and he's so excited that he didn't even put his phone away before changing into his cap and gown.
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Lily: I can't believe we're sitting here, graduated, and we're both engaged! It's so exciting!
Rosalind: Oh yeah, definitely. By the way, do you and Arthur have an open re--
Lily: Ooh, hang on, that's my phone, it's probably my dad calling!
It's a Blanch heavy party--sorry, Lily. 😭 I'll have her family take her out to dinner to celebrate later.
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friendlessghoul · 26 days
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Buster Keaton and Blanche Payson Three Ages - 1923
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eeblouissant · 13 days
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doodles that are (mostly) from tonight
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undead-knick-knack · 1 year
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I saw this image and this is all I could think of
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tennessoui · 1 year
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MR AND MR SITH I LOVE IT!!!😭😭😭
I’m just picturing them doing the Angelina and Brad pose and it’s sending me
ok i was thinking about this au this morning so here is 1.1k of a writing warm up set in the mr and mr sith au where the jedi have captured master skywalker to take him home (they think he's been held hostage this entire time), but they accidentally pick up sith obi-wan instead and no one is prepared........
(1.1k)
Ena frowns down at Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker, a bad feeling sprouting in her chest. This all feels wrong, but it isn’t. She knows it isn’t.
“He really fought back?” she asks Mal as soon as he enters the room. “But you told him we were Jedi, right? That we came to rescue him? That he was safe?”
Mal puts his hand on her shoulder. The touch is supposed to be comforting, but Ena isn’t sure how much she wants comfort right now. “I did,” he swears. “But he’s been held captive by the Sith for so long, Ena, who knows what they’ve done to his mind?” “He doesn’t…he doesn’t look tortured,” Ena says, looking over Master Skywalker’s bound figure. They’d had to physically tie him down with rope and chain once they’d subdued him, apparently. Apart from the livid bruise along his cheekbone, he appears uninjured. His hair—auburn and rather short—falls messily over his face.
“You and I both know that sometimes the deepest scars are ones we cannot see,” Mal tells her, squeezing her shoulder once.
“And the child?” Ena asks. “Has the med droid finished looking him over?” “Healthy,” Senaka reports as she comes into the room, montrals twitching at the change of Force, a heaviness in the air that they know comes from their captive even though they’re not sure why. “Five standard years of age, I believe, with a ridiculously high midichlorian count. He’ll be waking up within the hour, I’m sure.”
“Master Skywalker has clearly bonded with the boy,” Mal reports, hand rising to tug at a padawan braid that’s no longer there. “It was only when we separated them that he stopped fighting us. He didn’t even notice Senaka had a force collar until it was already on his neck.”
Ena feels a headache brewing behind her eyes. She knows what they’ve done is the right thing.
It doesn’t feel right though.
To tie a venerated, traumatized man to a chair, to win a fight against him by subduing a child…but they had had no other option. 
After six years of no information, the Jedi Council had finally caught a whisper about Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker’s location. Four Jedi Knights had been dispatched to follow this rumor to its bitter end, to track down Master Skywalker, rescue him from the clutches of the Sith who stole him away so long ago, and bring him home.
Their informant had confirmed that a man with yellow eyes was often seen on the same planet, in the same city. So they’d had to move fast.
And when Master Skywalker had not been receptive…when he’d killed Knight Avas…Ena knows they’d been forced into making a decision that felt wrong but must be right.
Mal squeezes her shoulder once, opening his mouth to say something. Before he can, Master Skywalker shifts slightly in his chair before he freezes completely. Awake.
His eyes flash open a second later, pale blue glowering right into Ena’s soul. “Where is he?” he spits, words spoken in an unexpectedly Coruscanti accent. “What have you done with him?”
“Master Skywalker,” Ena says, holding out a hand to try and soothe the fury thrashing in the man’s eyes. He snarls the moment she comes too close. “The boy is fine. I swear it, you know the Jedi would never hurt a child. We won’t hurt you either. It’s over. You’re safe.”
Master Skywalker rears back as much as he can in his current position. “I want to see him,” he commands. “Bring him to me.”
“We can’t do that,” Senaka shakes her head slowly. “You’re…volatile, Master. You could hurt him.”
“You will let me see my child,” Master Skywalker snaps, voice seeping with danger. “I—”
It is the patter of little feet that interrupts him now, and the three Jedi turn around immediately. Not before there’s a blur of movement from the door and the boy careens between their legs, running to throw himself onto Master Skywalker’s lap.
Though the man’s arms are bound tightly behind him, Ena can see the way he automatically tries to hold the boy, shoulders jerking forward before he sinks back with a snarl of frustration.
“Papa!” the boy is saying over and over again, rubbing over the Jedi Master like an affectionate tooka cat. “I can’t feel you! Papa, why are you gone?”
“I’m here, Luke, it’s alright. We’re alright,” Master Skywalker murmurs, voice becoming impossibly softer as he leans far enough down so that he can tap their foreheads together.
“Master Skywalker, we mean you no harm,” Ena tries to say, taking another step forward. Senaka is right. Master Skywalker killed a Jedi only a few hours ago. He’s unstable. He’s dangerous. 
“I don’t know who that is,” the man snaps as the child—his child?—hides his face in his neck. “Release me at once. I have no ties to the Jedi Order.”
“What?” Mal looks shocked then shaken. Ena understands. None of them ever knew Master Skywalker, but everyone in the Temple had heard of him. He was legendary. A perfect Jedi. To hear that he doesn’t even recognize his name…it shakes Ena to her core. “No—you—you are Master Skywalker. Do you—Anakin. That’s your name. Anakin Skywalker. You’ve been missing for six years. You were kidnapped by the Sith on an undercover mission to Nyrel. We never stopped looking for you.”
The man in front of them freezes again, face expressionless as the seconds tick on. Slowly, a red eyebrow arches its way up his forehead. “Oh,” he says like he’s suddenly realized a great mystery of the universe. “Oh, I see.”
The child on his lap tugs at the front of his robes before deciding to tug at the bristles of his beard instead. “Papa,” Luke says in that way children do when they are demanding attention. “I can feel Daddy though. He’s not feeling good.”
Skywalker’s nostrils flare at this, and he cuts his eyes from the far wall down to the boy and then up to Ena. “Did you hurt him?” he demands, voice like ice. “When you captured me. Did you hurt him?”
“The boy? No—you can see, he’s fine—”
“A man,” Skywalker shakes his head. “Golden hair. Blue eyes. Tall.”
“No, papa,” Luke tugs at Skywalker’s beard again. “No. He’s okay. But he’s not feeling good things.”
Skywalker’s attention is fully on his child. “What do you mean, Luke?” he asks, voice gentle and coaxing.
“Angry,” Luke says. “Daddy is angry and close.”
For some reason this makes Master Skywalker smile, lines around his eyes crinkling with the force of his joy. “That’s very good then, Luke Love. Do you know why?”
Ena feels Mal shift next to her, unease growing in the air around them as Master Skywalker turns his face up to them. “Why?” Luke asks.
“Because our friends here really want to meet your daddy,” he says. “And I think your daddy’s going to be absolutely charmed.”
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teddy06 · 1 month
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Random Polish!Ice brainrot
Ice who grows up making Pierogi following a recipe card hand written by his great grandmother that makes enough to feed a small army
Ice who after joining the Navy doesn't have the time/money/even enough people to eat all of those pierogi so he learns to pare down the recipe to be just a few servings worth, and enlisting Slider in the long tedious cooking process.
Ice who, after he and Mav take in Bradley, makes the same pared down recipe, and teaches little Bradley how to fill and seal each Pierogi perfectly, (meanwhile mav still struggles to get it right and produces lumpy results)
Ice who makes pierogi again for roosters first dinner back at home after everything, and when roo gets there early (bc he is his fathers son) he's immediately pulled back into the assembly line they'd established so long ago
Ice who realizes that now that the daggers are also practically his kids that he can make the whole recipe again, without cutting it down. Ice who puts all the daggers through a mini pierogi making bootcamp so that they all can help out.
(It turns out that Rooster, Bob, Harvard, Coyote, Halo and Omaha master filling and sealing really easily, so their left doing that while Phoenix, Fritz, and Yale roll out dough and cut out disks of it. Fanboys pierogi are still a little misshapen but he's determined to get it right. Payback takes trays of finished pierogi back to where Ice stands in front of the stove top, ready to blanch them.)
(Hangman and Mav sit out, Hangman because "really pops it's too many cooks in the kitchen, I won't be much help" and Mav because "I was on active duty in the pierogi wars for how many years now? I am officially retired now that the reinforcements are here) (they sneak into the kitchen after dinner and bake a pretty mean dessert, so they're still contributing)
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hecatesbroom · 3 months
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Me, posting two fics in the same month? You better believe it! I saw @eeblouissant's adorable artwork of Blanche kissing Rose's cheek (with Dorothy enviously standing to the side) and I couldn't not write something inspired by it. So here it is!
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When Blanche kisses Rose’s cheek, Dorothy tries not to think of how it makes her feel — and fails spectacularly. The scene plays inside Dorothy's mind, has done so for the better part of today, when all she wishes is to forget. For what must be the hundredth time, she fails miserably trying not to think about how Blanche moved towards Rose. How Rose leaned into Blanche’s gesture, clasping her hands in front of her chest to receive Blanche’s kiss in a way that looked so natural, Dorothy’s sure now (even more sure than she had been this afternoon) they’d kissed like that before. It was a sickeningly sweet image, with an air of those old Hollywood films. Chaste kisses in black and white displayed on a gigantic cinema canvas for all to see – the only difference being that Dorothy had been the only audience member this afternoon, in their very own kitchen. She’d wanted nothing more than to grab the then-freshly made cheesecake from the counter and dump it over their soppy, sentimental heads.
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thedevilsruby · 1 year
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*The leaders meeting Giovanni*
Candela: My fire gives me courage to beat you!
Blanche: I will calculate your every move to beat you.
Spark: I WILL FUCKING DESTROY YOUR BLOODLINE, YOU FUCKING BITCH! AAAAAHHHH
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mdshh · 7 months
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Last baby of the first generation is a teen 🤧
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the-eclectic-wonderer · 7 months
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Listen. Listen. I know it makes no sense to come here occasionally screaming into the void about a non-canon poly ship from a 30-year-old show. But.
BLANCHE PUNCHED THAT SAILOR RIGHT IN THE FACE FOR ROSE RIGHT IN HIS DUMB FACE WITH A MEAN RIGHT HOOK WHILE SCREAMING “LET HER GO” HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT LOSE IT COME ON
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busterkeatonsociety · 3 months
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This Day in Buster…February 8, 1924
The La Crosse Tribune prints this photo of Buster Keaton and 6ft 2 cavewoman Blanche Payson from “Three Ages,” describing the movie as: “a devastating burlesque on life and love, marriage and business.”
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eulaliasims · 2 months
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Finally, a Sim tradition that Syx approves of!
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The rest of the family is less enthused.
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heartofstanding · 4 months
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hate my brain is like "haha what if i buy this book of german essays so i can painstakingly photograph the article about Blanche of England and run it through google translate so i can cry over a shitty AI translation about bb Blanche in my spare time"?
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eeblouissant · 3 months
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goth (vampire ?!) Dorothy thoughts
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She’s tradgoth all the way, in music and fashion. Although her makeup is toned down just a bit because I don’t believe she would be a huge fan of large graphic eyeliner & all that (it also just wouldn’t suit her facial features, she goes for more of a sharp but softened “corpse-esque” vibe. Her cheekbones kind of make the look, + highlighting already dark under eyes. Also her eye shape, oh boy she has such a perfect face for this style it’s actually insane. HER BROWS !!! & natural resting face, the shape of her lips, I could go on. This silly au was mostly inspired by her canon fashion, before I realized how she’d actually eat up an alternative style in like every single way possible. Bea Arthur truly had it all, she might have been the most beautiful woman on the planet)
I’m projecting just a tad here, but music-wise I think she would LOVE Bauhaus, voodoo church & type o negative. Specifically: the passion of lovers / brand new death, lullaby curses, live with the dead / Christian woman, I don’t wanna be me, love you to death, anesthesia, black no. 1. I’d need to dive back into my playlists but goth rock is definitely her fav (that stereotypical “goth sound”, Bauhaus, is her favourite. She’s like as tradgoth as you can get. Early 80s goth vampire zombie just the absolute blueprint)
now reactions … I was thinking about how she’d even get into the style in the first place, and I think it came about after settling down so young and never really having a moment to be her own person outside of school and then -> Stanley (& more importantly motherhood, also time & era). She’d discover alternative style & different subcultures through students and become secretly interested in the music (and perhaps a little envious of their self expression, where when she was their age Lots was going on), and then eventually the fashion, but her fashion wouldn’t really change much since she kind of already has an early 80s goth silhouette. “Goth” is also mainly music and less about the fashion but I digress. I think she’d find feelings & maybe some “angst” she never would have otherwise had an outlet for through the music & culture.
Roses reaction was my personal favourite to think about because I just KNOW she’d be immediately interested in the *style* (maybe less the music, I think she could also enjoy a version of that stereotypical goth sound that’s a little softer, & also the dancing I think she’d really love that bit actually) but for the most part she enjoys telling people that she’s living with a vampire, for funsies. (A lovely mutual, you know who you are, brought up the idea of a pastel goth inspired rose & it hasn’t left my brain since. I’ve gotta draw it, you are SO right)
Blanche would also *maybe* be interested in a more glamorous version of the makeup & hair, definitely the art as well, but the music is not for her. She’s interested with a more materialistic point of view, but I think Dorothy getting into something alternative & bringing that kind of a vibe into their house would spark ideas for Blanche creatively, & she’d really be able to appreciate the style & expression from an artistic stance! She understands self & artistic expression in a way much different from the others. Initially she’d poke a little fun, when she finds Dorothy listening to music her students (& the few she regularly complains about at that) would listen to for the first time, but she genuinely thinks the style really compliments Dorothy’s features & can never bring herself to actually insult it.
Sophia has also taken to referring to Dorothy as “the vampire”, with Rose. She once asked why she chose to hold off on the teenage angst phase until she was in her late 50s, and Dorothy said she should have seen it coming after 38 years & the turn her fashion had already taken in that time. Dorothy blames it on Stanley to try and make any sense to her mother & Sophia understands after that. Stan never hears the end of “making my daughter angsty”, and what an experience it is to walk down the street with her. It’s one thing to have your teenage daughter go through a phase, but this is something else entirely. Stanley definitely got an earful. (Stan is slightly afraid of Dorothy now, he almost questions if she was serious when she told Sophia it was his fault. Dorothy is ready to tell him yes for her own personal gain)
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ivyithink · 1 year
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i am forever thankful that in tlk religions and beliefs seriously influence actions and views of the characters, but all seemingly mystical and supernatural things have logical explanations, making the world grounded in reality and viewing experience a lot less confusing
that said, i am a complete hoe for some scary supernatural religious horror imagery, so yeah
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arataka-reigen · 8 months
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Baby dancing with her mommy and daddy and daddy and mommy dancing together
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