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I See You : Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Warnings and Information: Going with a 13+ rating just on account of language in the form of Star Wars and real-world swearing, just to be cautious. Self-indulgent modern AU fic, but you can read it too. This is practice for Crosshair's character as well as something mildly therapeutic. I'm… fine, but not fabulous, y'know? Job hunting is not exactly fun, so I'm just writing out my frustrations. How many Clone cameos can I fit in here? We'll find out together. They're not dead, what are you talking about? Empire gets compared to any one of those multimillion-dollar companies that treat you like shit no matter how good of a worker you are with Palp as the soul-sucking CEO in modernized terms. Rare fic without minor instances of Mando'a, but plenty of my stylistic and narrative use of italics. Minor proofreading.

Word-count: 4,237

The phone rings. You put it up to your ear so fast you nearly drop your cell in your haste to answer, not even looking at the screen. You should've. It would have saved you time, the realization that these people were not reaching out to get back to you about your job application. You hang up halfway into the pitch about repairing damaged products you don't even own.

The lid slams to the washing machine."Oh, fuck me!" you yell, groaning loudly.

You're of two minds; be consumed with your frustrations and take it out on the washing machine, or just clean the paint stains out with your tears. You're sure that'll work just as well as the detergent in order to get out that large smear of phthalo blue. Except, it won't, and the sooner you get this load started, the less time the paint has to set and stain. The lid is lifted.

Footfall softer than falling snow, Crosshair makes his way in from some other part of the shared house, his expression passive as he observes you dunking fistfuls of dirty clothing into the wash-drum. "Is that an invitation or a request?" He at least waited to make his remark until he was certain you noticed him and gave him a trademark "what the kriff do you want?" sort of look.

Knuckles pale as you grip the lip of the machine with one hand. "I'm not in the mood for your-"

"No; I know you're not." Crosshair interrupts you. "But I came to see if you hurt yourself, mostly."

"I'm fine." you snarl, slam-dunking the last of the clothing from the hamper anchored against your hip. "I slammed the lid." A neat brow buckles just a fraction, all the response you get as you push your way past him, returning to the small office that served as your art studio in this house. You're really not in the mood. You were a whirlwind of emotion, most of it negative.

You can feel his eyes from the doorway, trained on the back of your neck as you work. Gosh you made such a mess, you shouldn't have used so much paint thinner. "Go away, Cross. I need to clean up my easel and see if I can't salvage this portrait of…" You stop, breath hitching when you hear Crosshair clear his throat softly. He's directly behind you now, his voice taking on a slightly serpentine quality in its softness.

"Your clean shirt's on backwards, doll."

You shake your head, stubbornly refusing to believe him. "Nice try. Not while my hands are dirty. Tell me again once I get this mess cleaned up."

Wordlessly, Crosshair plucks the runny canvas from its easel and makes sure not to take it beyond the edge of the tarp. Hunter would be disappointed to find a mess on the beautiful hardwood floors so soon after he's treated them. And you'd be disappointed with yourself to give a portrait to an important friend in its current state. What should have been beautiful, angular and geometric lines are little more than a royal mess.

"Just go ahead and trash it for me…"

The same brow arches. "Why?"

"Because I don't want to give Hardcase a painting that looks like that..." you reply, huffing in your disappointment and frustration that you'd gotten so sloppy with your oils. "I said his portrait would be perfect practice for crisp, angular forms with that beautiful pop of blue from his tattoo and this is… far from it."

Your housemate looks at you with mild surprise. As far as mild surprise goes for Crosshair, anyhow. He wouldn't look quite so aghast like Wrecker, or frown quite so deeply as Echo.

"Who are you and what have you done to the Bob Rossified [____] we know and admire? What happened to the happy accidents?" Ordinarily, the comparison to the famous art instructor and television host would have made your face burn brighter than your favorite brand of alizarin crimson paint.

Instead, you scoff at him. "Very funny..."

"I'm serious." Crosshair insists, setting the portrait back on the easel once you've wiped it down, "What's the matter?"

You shouldn't snap at him, but your mouth just runs away from you. "I thought I got a call back from the place I applied to. I was wrong! It was some damn spam call, and I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed. Okay? Happy now?"

The palms of his hands flash in a surrendering fashion to you before he speaks. "I'd say you're more angry than disappointed." Sighing, you take your cleaning rag and do Crosshair a favor by removing the thinned, blue oil paint from his hands after he notices it himself. "Kriff. Sorry."

Gently, you assure him you'll take care of it. That it's no trouble. That he's right, after some thought, "I guess… I am angry. All these places that are supposedly so kriffing desperate for employees sure take their damn sweet time. Or they seem to be hiring everyone but you. It makes me feel… invisible. They should have called me by now! Right…?" Crosshair looks at the calendar tacked to the wall of your little studio, where it's written in your favorite color the day you applied to the art supply store. They definitely should have by this point, he agrees.

"Have they reached out by email?" he asks gently, watching as you take that same cleaning cloth and gingerly wipe down the bottom edge of the canvas. He's convinced you for the time being not to break it over your knee and pitch it into the curbside bin until you at least give yourself an hour away from your brushes to think it over.

You shake your head, "I've been checking every day. Nothing." You now wash your brushes before the paint gums up the bristles, at least. And then you promise you'll lay aside your brushes and go grab a bite to eat with him. "And most places these days, they're likely to actually trash your résumé if you call them to 'follow up' on your application process. That old piece of unsolicited advice needs to die out, pronto. Just because it worked for- for- Agatha and her generation, doesn't mean it works for mine!"

Crosshair snorts.

"What?"

"Agatha?"

"Shut up… I could have gone with Karen and been unoriginal." you grumble, gingerly fixing the arrangement of your fan brush.

Crosshair retorts sarcastically, giving you a playful smirk. "The 1930s called, they'd like to know why you're using such a dated name." Ordinarily, Crosshair stays out of your hair (and your studio) by never bothering you as you work, but it's clear that he's trying to cheer you up, even a little.

"Unless the 1930s is offering me a job," you start, plucking the thin script brush from his dexterous fingers just as he begins to twirl it, "it better not bother me by calling…"

"The art store will call you eventually, I'm sure…" he tells you, the grim frown matching your souring expression. "You love art. You're a creative person. What better person to work at a place like that than someone who could practically recite an episode of The Joy of Painting in her sleep?" You point out, playfully, that Tech could recite an episode of Painting in his sleep just as easily as you. But at least you crack a smile as you do so, so he lets it slide. "Okay, you and my brother." Cross concedes, thinking back to the time the household decided to try a "painting party" to break up the seasonal gloom last December. "Maybe Hardcase and Wrecker too, if the pocket squirrels make an appearance."

Here, you finally chuckle. "Forgetting Fives would be criminal. Or how concentrated Dogma gets."

Cross just nods agreeably, hoping to keep a good thing going. "I wouldn't dare. My point is, you'd be amazing at an art store. They'd be lucky to have a gal like you who gives a kriff about art working for them."

You flash Crosshair a confused and crooked smile as you set down the last of your brushes and tighten the last twist-cap on your tube of oil-based paints. "You think so?" You're surprised how… sincere Crosshair sounds. You had to do a little metaphorical arm twisting just to get him to join you when the only spot left in the living room was a seat on the couch next to Rex.

Cross just nods decidedly. "C'mon. Let's grab a burger or something. My treat." A burger sounds great, you tell him, fixing your shirt so it's not on backwards before you stroll out the door.

Maker above, did he really mean his treat. Crosshair took you both down to the best burger joint in the city, where the two of you ate your respective orders and split a carton of fries with the house seasoning and plenty of salt.

"Oooh, kriff me…" you moaned blissfully, sucking your fingers clean of the granules of salt and seasoning, "these fries hit the spot every time." They're probably your favorite thing here, honestly. Perfect amount of crispness, balanced flavor, and hot; never ever tepid or cold. Cross snags a few more fries from the carton before nudging it your way, inviting you to polish off the rest. "You don't want any more?" you ask, curious. "There's still plenty in there to share."

He offers a lazy shrug, "I'll think about it." He slips his phone from his pocket when he hears a ping, and he hums thoughtfully after reading the message. "... Think I should let Wrecker find out on his own that he's home alone?" You can only shake your head disapprovingly of the wry smile, mouth too full of food to chastise him. While Wrecker and Crosshair weren't afraid of messing around with one another, you worried about it getting out of hand on occasion. "Fine. I'll let him know we're not home so the big guy doesn't worry, doll. In fact…"

Cross types down a message much longer than a simple courtesy "we're not home" text, and then cleans up the discarded burger wrappers and straw sleeves, snagging a few more fries once you say you can't possibly eat another bite. "Good. Not a lot of fun when you go shopping hungry."

"Didn't we just make a grocery run two days ago?" Crosshair shakes his head, then pitches everything into the large garbage receptacle as you grab your things. "Not that kind of shopping then." you determine. There were a lot of possible options, but you didn't have to slog through another massive grocery list, at least. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." Crosshair replies simply, holding the door for you to follow after as he steps into the parking lot. "I had an idea." Now you really wonder where you're going, or what he has planned. Crosshair and spontaneity get along about as well as a Tooka and bathwater, sometimes.

You have to remind yourself that Crosshair wasn't a complete stick in the mud all the time, and when you first met him, he was still working for the same company that his other brothers had quit once they found out what kind of person the man who ran this multimillion company turned out to be.

First found himself working under some bloke named Edmon down the managerial line, before he was arrested for embezzlement. Then a real asswipe of a superior named Nolan took over, and after someone got hurt really badly on a "company retreat" and Nolan refused to call for an ambulance, Crosshair finally came to his senses about the place.

They don't give a shit about how loyal of a worker you are, just like Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Echo warned him. They were right all along.

You thought you mattered to us? Please… Someone younger and desperate enough will come in and take your place if we feed them enough honeyed lies!

So Cross stole Nolan's car and drove himself and the injured coworker down to a hospital two hours away from the company retreat. Crosshair had known the guy for less than 24 hours (or something like that), but Mayday's injury helped Cross come to realize that the company was a sinking ship. So he got them both out. Now, Mayday and Cross spend every Sunday night checking in on each other. Cross works odd jobs from home, mostly, and Mayday… Well he was content with not being employed for a while.

The longer Crosshair has been living at home with his brothers again, the more he's starting to get (some of) his old sense of self back. He's no longer couch surfing because he didn't want to deal with his brothers fussing over his choice to remain with the company.

He was never, ever kicked out.

Cross had always been welcome to come back home, with a spare key tucked under the welcome mat if he ever needed it.

You'd been the one to find him letting himself into the house at three in the morning after Mayday talked Cross into going and seeing his brothers. You were "leasing" a room from the brothers at the time, and they had let you know the deal about Crosshair. "Please don't call the police if you ever find someone who's just… let himself into the house. That's our brother. We've been worried about him. He's made choices we don't agree with, but he's still our brother. We care about him."

Of course, Cross had no warning about you, but he eventually warmed up to you in time after you had practically broken Hunter's door off its hinges to let him know that Cross was here and he was tackled into the coffee table by the biggest of his brothers in Wrecker's excitement.

That spare key under the welcome mat now sits on your ring of keys, which you fiddle with in your hands the longer you and Crosshair drive through the city.

"Isn't this the way downtown?"

"Mhm."

"Still won't give me a hint, Cross?"

"No." he chuckles, pulling the steering wheel into a smooth left turn. "You'll see soon enough, doll."

He's taken you to the art store, to your surprise. The one you applied to. Not that specific location you applied to in town, thank the Maker, but the chain, rather. "I haven't been to one of these places in years…" Cross admits softly as he pulls himself out of the car. "Figured while we were out of the house, we'd stop by."

"How come?" you ask. You'd recently just bought a bunch of paint, so it's not like you needed anything in particular, really, maybe just wanted… There was one particularly pricey art supply you've had your eye on and lusting after for a while now, but given your current unemployment status, you're really trying to control your spending. "You got a project in mind, or somethin', Cross?"

Shoulders bounce. "Not really."

"So… what are we doing here?"

"Looking." he declares, steering you into the store by your shoulder. "Lookings always free. So is anything you can apply the five-finger disco-"

"Cross!"

"I'm kidding." he declares semi-defensively, laughing at the expression on your face. "C'mon, doll, you know I'm kidding. Hard to smuggle out a whole canvas or large pack of… whaddya call those markers? Cop-picks?"

Mild mortification turns into bubbly giggles over his decent effort to pronounce the brand name. "Copics. They're called Copic markers. And, they're kind of a scam." He just looks at you with an expression of confusion, so you figure you better explain. "Here, lemme show you." Taking his hand, you lead Cross down to the aisle dedicated to sketch pads, pencils and markers. On the shelves, there's dozens of specialty packs and bundles with quirky names.

Oceanic, "Beach Blast!", and skin tones are all prominently stocked for the summer. Singleton markers are what you're looking for though. You pluck a Copic Classic from one of the slots, and point to the price sticker.

A whopping 9.65 credits for a single kriffing marker. "Keep that in mind," you say, as you scoot down the aisle and show him the stock of Ohuhu brand markers, "and compare it to this." You select a similar color to the Classic in the Ohuhu brand, and tap the price sticker. A far more reasonable 2.49 credits.

He scratches the back of his head and neck. "What the kriff…? Is there a significant difference in the brand or something?" He's not exactly all that artistically inclined like you are, so to him, he's not sure if there's anything he's seeing that warrants such sticker-shock for a damn marker.

"Just the name, really. Copic markers aren't really the end-all-be-all of alcohol-based art markers anymore. Ohuhu branded markers are just as good as Copics, and you get more markers for say… fifty credits in Ohuhus than Copics." you explain, putting the markers back in their respective slots. "I won't bore you with more details that go into it, but that's the bare bones of it."

Cross nods politely to indicate he's listening to you, lifting a pack of art markers off the display to give it a closer look. Once he has satisfied his curiosity, he puts it back and glances at the different sketch pads. "And these probably tell you what they're best suited for, somewhere." You confirm his thought with a simple nod, tapping one of the sketchbooks. Drawing pad, 64 pages best suited for graphite, marker and colored pencils.

"They'll often tell you either on the cover, or on an inside page, sometimes. Depends on the brand."

You're getting the feeling that maybe Cross is looking for something after all, but he won't admit it to you. He keeps asking you question after question as you go down each aisle of the store. If there's a section dedicated to a particular craft you're not very familiar with, the two of you just look at the items in silence for the most part. You're (pun not entirely intended) pouring over all the different resin supplies together when Crosshair asks you another question to break the silence.

"Do you ever show your art online? Some kind of… creative forum, or something? Or is it all just personal projects, like the portraits you've done for Rex and the one you're trying to do for Hardcase?"

You chew your bottom lip for a moment as you mull over what you'll say. "I… stopped. For a long time."

"Why?"

You huff softly, returning one of the unusual resin molds back to the shelf. Little space shuttles and UFOs and such. (Space travel… wouldn't that be something?) "I couldn't get out of the trap of comparing myself to others. I don't know if you could call it imposter syndrome, or anxiety, or what. But I just felt… small. Unnoticed. Invisible." Crosshair frowns, stepping closer to you to allow someone with a large cartful of yarn and children's paint sets squeeze past. She looked like a teacher, gentle and kind and so, so tired. But she gave the pair of you a kind smile as she moved down the aisle and pondered over the different bags of beads one could buy in bulk for crafts.

"That's the second time you've used that word, [____]."

You give him an inquisitive look, surprised by his statement. The rare use of your name. "Wh-what word?"

"Invisible." Crosshair answers, closing that gap between you further when his hand reaches out to cup your face for a moment to scrutinize you, study you. "Is that how you feel?"

"I guess?" you start, but you think a little more, and you find that, yes, sometimes you do feel invisible. "I feel like… people don't… notice me. Like I'm trying to do it all damn wrong. It's been fucking weeks and places won't call me back! Or I'll post things and it gets a handful of interactions when I put the effort into it, but the shit I don't, that's what fucking blows up and goes viral. I don't fucking get it and I… sometimes I just don't know why I bother trying to apply myself when I'm just… invisible and unseen. This shit sucks, Cross." you admit a little bitterly. You take a deep breath and apologize for swearing in the store, in case the other customers can hear you. You apologize again when the tears begin to prickle and well in the corners of your eyes for getting so worked up, but you're just kind of at a loss for what to do next. You've tried so many things… you just feel like you're talking to yourself because no one will answer your applications.

Crosshair doesn't say anything for a while, and you don't take it to heart. He's not the chattiest of your housemates, as you learned a long time ago. Sometimes, he did have things to say, but he wanted to take some care with his words if Cross sensed he needed to be a little more delicate.

And he could be surprisingly good at being delicate when the need arises.

Assuringly, tenderly, Crosshair brushes the tears from your eyes and motions for you to follow him. "I see how much this stuff matters to you. If a stuffy old art store can't see it, just know that I see it. You're not invisible to me, kid. I see you." He's brought you to the paint section, coming to a stop in front of the selection of oil paints in particular.

"I may not understand all of… this," he gestures broadly at the display of thick, silver-foil tubes of paint, and selects a beautiful cerulean blue off the rack, "but I see how much this means to you. You know your shit. You're getting better all the time. I see that. One day, I think people will see that you know your shit too, and you won't have to feel so invisible anymore. But I see you. Hunter, and Wrecker and Tech, and- your friends see you, doll. You've got such a passion for these things… but you're…"

You wait for him to continue for a moment, wondering what he wants to say. You decide to hazard a guess when all he can offer is a soft shrug when he finds himself at a loss for words. "Beating myself up, too much…?" You eye the tube of paint in his hands, and wonder for a moment why he's been taking so many things off the shelves only to look at them before putting them back in their proper place. Tech's told you Cross has sharp eyesight, perhaps more on the farsighted side if anything. (Was he more farsighted than you initially assumed?)

"Perhaps." Cross admits, softly juggling the tube in the palm of his hand. "If nothing else I said sticks with you… I just hope that the fact that I see and recognize your efforts does, doll. I know I'm only one person, but sometimes, just hearing it from one person is all we need."

You feel your cheeks pinch with a little smile hearing him say that. One of those things, one of those times where someone says exactly what you needed to hear when you didn't know you needed to hear it most. "That's… awfully nice of you to say, Crosshair. Thank you…"

"I should give some credit to Mayday," Crosshair admits with a soft laugh, now pulling a tube of cobalt and ultramarine blue off the shelves, "he's the one who's been encouraging me to… do what feels right, if he thinks I'm feeling a little lost between the odd job. And doing what feels right includes helping you restart that portrait of Hardcase if you really think you need to trash the first one."

"Is that why you keep grabbing all those different blues?" you giggle, watching him now idly shuffle three different tubes of blue oil paint in his hands.

Crosshair nodded, making you laugh as he grabbed a fourth tube with a wink. "Yeah. I noticed that you didn't have these blues back at home. And that you use phthalo blue a lot like a certain painter."

"Are you comparing me to Bob Ross again?" you tease, stifling a laugh as you make your way to the checkout together. You've been away from your brushes for more than an hour at this point, and you're itching to get back to the process of creating while you still have the time to do as much as you want; before you're hopefully contracted with a job offer and have less time to dedicate to such things.

"Maybe." he purrs mischievously, ringing up each of the paints before carefully wrapping them up in their own separate plastic bags for the trip home. "If I am, do I get to see you paint?"

You can only shake your head with a gentle laugh. "We'll see, Cross."

That's good enough for him, he says as you collect the receipt from the self checkout machine, just so long as you promised you'd give yourself a little more grace and faith that soon enough, you'd get the job offer you wanted.

Some days will be easier than others… but you'll do your best, you promise. You're pretty sure you can manage that.

[Masterlist] [Requests: OPEN]

Tagging: @the-hexfiles who wanted to see some soft!Crosshair <3

Note from Frost: Apparently Mayday got assigned some kind of "Work Dad who takes care of and looks out for the younger employees" vibes while I was writing this self-indulgent (and mildly therapeutic) quick-fic, lmao. And hopefully, this ends up being good practice for soft!Crosshair down the line, as it comes into play in the next long-form series I'm working on. Yeah maybe it's perhaps a tad too out-of-character, but kriff it.

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antisocialgaycat · 9 months

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an intro cos i havent done one yet lols

hello fun funky fresh and fabulous people, i am elle or elliot and i use they/them pronouns. i am part of many fandoms but the only one ill really be posting abt is newsies because its been replacing my each and every one of my braincells with hc ideas since i first watched it. be warned: i am very much a theatre kid.

I guarantee

Though I crapped out, I ain't tapped out!

i also speak/am learning a hell load of languages so lets look at them shall we

english: which i am legally fluent in and i speak it pretty good but ask me abt the weather and i will not respond (cos i cant lol)

fronch: learning it through my school, its kind of slay but at the same time it also very much not (maybe cos of the teacher lol) fun fact about french sports: if it has balls, its masculine (i sincerely apologise but its true)

yiddish: my first language :) this is the language that my auntie taught me when i was young, i then forgot most but got in touch with my aunt again and regained fluency. she is dead now but i will make an effort to keep speaking it as much as possible

indonesian: i can speak the basics cos i did it with my ps and ive been to indonesia a couple of times

german: i know a bit cos yiddish is similar and i know some conversational basics and shit

one of the indigenous australian languages: i can say an acknowledgement to country in my local indigenous language but i wont say which it is cos then people could figure out where i live and thats not the vibes

italian, spanish, polish, portugese, hebrew, russian, german, auslan: i can swear in all of these languages plus the ones above minus yiddish cos my fam dont swear and i dont trust google translate (i also know at least one insult all the languages on duolingo minus high valkyrian or however its spelt)

so yuh. languages.

other things abt me that idk where to put so im making a list:

i am irl friends with @just-sarah-xx and @quackethh (i tag them as #bestieboowifeyforlifey or #shawty bae <3<3<3 and #bitch (un)affectionate respectively) and also @boywithabeanie and @elemelom and @justalittleegg and others but i cannot be bothered tagging them right now (sorry)

australia is better than new zealand and clarinets are better than flutes

i do way too much performing arts for it to be considered healthy

i play/played cricket, netball, soccer and ice hockey (thats a joke ice hockey is actual so bad normal hockey is so much better and i will die by that)

i am a demiromantic asexual non-binary lesbian (thats a lot of words woah) and i get the most hopeless crushes on people its not even funny (unless ur my friends then its fucking hilarious) (looking at u sarah)

i will tag any original post with #just a load of garbage so if u dont want to see all my thoughts then js block the tag lols

so yuh

thats my intro

#just a load of garbage #intro post #yes i edited this fight me abt it

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thejugheadparadox · 9 months

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look. all i’m saying is I don’t understand the whole mothmen yhing. I neeeeed someone to explain it to me now im ngl i love riverdale like so so much buttt I personally feel like the newer seasons could be a little better, I love i mean LOVE 1, 2, 4, and 5, 3 it was okay and 6 well i just need someone to explain it to me cuz it make no sense in my brain. That was a lot of words. 🤭🤭

soz i took so long to answer just wanted to do it adequatelyyy basically in slightly stoned earnest i see the mothmen as like jugheads genre supernatural fantasy as author within rivervale because like the explosion let the story in it let narrative creep through the cracks and seep in with every weird horror comic that archie comics has ever released and every weird idea that fucked with the comics code which archie comics was the last to maintain. the story got in and ate everything until it ate itself and started vomiting (s7) and now even riverdale the show is going to disintegrate and be part of that same like literary ether its maybe the perfect investigation of genre and cycles and its just this glorious time loop of itself and its the show of the century. ok i typed a whole load more but it was so stoned i was like this is mental. i agree that a large portion of s7 has been very weak but i maintain ive at least had some fun the whole time which is more than i can say for many other shows. s6 i just love her :( shes just so perfect to me :( she is an exploration of riverdales fabulously morphic tone and aesthetic and constant joyousness it has in how many things it can do and be it makes me happy to think about where art is going. this is my truth

#ask #urdeadpoet123

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drarrelie · 1 year

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Drarry New Year!

I don’t know about you, but as for myself, I can’t wait for a new year to begin. New possibilities, new opportunities, new chances – and hopefully, some new inspiration too.

I know I’ve been awfully quiet this year. Except for that LCD fic @janieohio and I wrote together back in spring (which never would’ve been finished if it weren’t for @marinelilp cheering us on and keeping on producing all that gorgeous art), I haven’t really written anything. Not that I haven’t wanted to. I have. I have all these story ideas swirling in my head, fanfiction and original fiction both, it’s just… They simply refuse to transform into words and get themselves into neatly ordered paragraphs the way they once used to.

It’s so, so frustrating.

I miss it. Miss sitting in my favourite armchair and type away on my laptop. I miss the joy of finding that perfect word or phrase I’ve been looking for, the satisfaction of completing another chapter, the excitement of uploading another work, the anticipation of waiting for your reactions and comments on a newly published story.

Most of all, I miss you. All of you who’ve read and enjoyed my stories ever since I first got up the nerve to post my very first fic. The community. The interaction. The support and encouragement you’ve all shown me. The kudos, the comments, the recommendations… I’m so grateful for all of it, and I really hope my Muse will soon find her way back to me, so we can pick up where we left off.

In the meantime, as the words keep evading me, in an attempt to channel my pent-up creativity, I’ve started on a whole other kind of Drarry project. It’s space-consuming and throws my entire flat into complete chaos, but it’s also so much fun.

I can’t draw or paint for shit, so even if I’ve sometimes dreamt of being able to create fanart, I never really considered it my thing. Until now… Well, I don’t know if what I’m currently doing will ever be considered ‘art’, but at least it’s visual, colourful, and three-dimensional – the antithesis of writing, really, my usual mode of expression.

The current project is still a work-in-progress, but I promise to share it with you all as soon as it’s ready.

Until then, I wish you a fabulous new year, filled with joy and loads of love.

#happy new year #new year new beginning #new project #wip #drarry #drarry art in progress #art in progress #writing slump

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merryfortune · 2 years

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There Is Lead In The Paint Here

Written for the 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt - #34 Lead

Title: There Is Lead In The Paint Here

Ship: Haruka/Yui

Fandom: Go! Princess Pretty Cure

Word Count: 1,696

Rating: T

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Tags: Not Canon Complaint, Alternate Universe - No Magic, Out of Character, Surrealism, Obsession, Mutual Pining, Confessions, Unreliable Narrator, Twist Ending

Noble Academy had the best facilities, the best staff, the best resources. It placed young girls and boys on the world’s stage and prepared them not only for the real world but how to make it theirs. Thirteen year old Nanase Yui was desperate to become a student of Noble Academy and have a fabulous, even magical adolescence as one of its high schoolers.

That was not the fate meant for her, unfortunately. Her application was rejected and it devastated her. She felt that shock strike deep to the soul as her dreams shattered. Or at least, tried to shatter, she took it on the chin and figured she was just average. She was never meant to be strange and unusual, a celebrity or a scientist. She was just plain. Mediocre. Middling.

With her first school of choice denied to her, that meant Yui had to go to the not quite so fantastical Yumegahama High School. It was not the worst of the worst, it was merely adequate. Only fine. Yui tried to convince herself this had to be a blessing in disguise, better to be a big fish in a small pond as they say. Whoever they were, they were right, of course.

Three years later, on the cusp of graduation and a few months short of her seventeenth birthday, sweet sixteen year old Nanase Yui had become the crown jewel of the Yumegahama High School art department. It mightn’t be the most prestigious of studios or galleries but Yui felt very beloved for the attention and validation that was brought upon her because of her paintings. The art room had become her home away from home. She loved it dearly and it loved her back.

Every scrape on the cracked floors, the blotched and splattered paint on the windowsill, the paintbrushes that were fuzzy and needed replacing, the first year’s clay creations and abominations that sat in every nook and cranny forgotten. It was all so unique and eclectic, Yui truly felt at peace amongst the chaos and eccentricity and lack of budget. She spent lunch time after lunch time, afternoon after afternoon in the inner circle of tables set up in the art room.

Not alone, of course. Believe it or not, though she was a solemn and serious child, she did have a friend. Someone more than a friend, actually, a muse. Her name was Haruno Haruka and she was Yui’s best friend. Haruka was a recent transfer from the bright and marvellous Noble Academy, but she felt burnt out by the course load that was expected of her there and so, had come here.

Her wistful tales of Noble Academy validated Yui’s bittersweet feeling that being rejected from their school had, indeed, been a blessing in disguise. Haruka spoke of nights that she spent crying under the pressure and the wounds of her body as her own hobbies turned against her when she tried to monetise or hustle them. It sounded dreadful, made Yui’s skin crawl but to her, ultimately, they were just stories of something that happened to someone else. Even if that someone else was Haruka, dear and beautiful Haruka.

But, they talked about loads and loads of things. Happier things, too. What models in the magazines were pretty, what flavour of doughnuts were du jour at the moment, and of course about Yui’s art too. They spoke lots and lots about Yui’s art because she was always in the middle of making something and Haruka found that exciting.

Yui just made painting after painting, it brought her all the deepest joy. She learned something new from each and everyone of them, both the failures and the masterpieces alike. She fancied herself quite flexible when it came to styles of art in her body of work. She had been more stubborn in her younger years as a tween, getting in trouble for doodling cartoony little things in the margins of her various school books but putting her head to grind, she had learned some other styles. Realism, mediaeval, surrealism, cubism, that of the Fauves, ukiyo, and more. Yui tried them all and she liked the dreamier styles best. They best suited her ambition of becoming a children’s book author but for her personal interest project, she wanted to showcase the one that meant the world to her.

She was doing a series of portraits. She had meant to do one of herself, one of Haruka, one of her favourite teacher, one of Haruka, and two of her parents but they all turned into portraits of Haruka. Yui was hopeless. She supposed it was a symptom of being in her springtime of youth as what wasn’t there to love about Haruka?

Haruka was simply ethereal. She was graceful and dorky, delightful and well mannered but she could take a joke, often being the butt of it, even. She played the most wonderful songs on violin and could dance ballet, too. Everything she touched, she turned it into something fun and vivacious. She lit up every room with just her smile alone, it would be more difficult not to be captivated by such a blithe spirit. Especially one with as majestic and unrealistic a dream as Haruka: she aspired to be a princess and to her, princessliness was all of that and more. It was jubilance and amity, it was hard work and determination and Yui admired that.

She admired everything about Haruka. Her ruddy-brown hair, her round cheeks dotted with freckles. Every stroke and brush that Yui painted of Haruka, it was painted with the most awestruck expression upon her own face and motions of love all down her arm, from where she held her paintbrush to her trembling shoulders. She loved painting Haruka above all else. She used to experiment more - garden scenes, still lifes, different studies of different people - but it all became Haruka now.

Haruka, Haruka, Haruka.

Even though all Yui thought about and made paintings of was Haruka, she never brought it up. She was a good and delicate friend like that. She even seemed demurely flattered by the notion, even when it tipped very much into the realms of crushes and pining. It was just that Haruka was to Yui’s heart like a bow was to a violin’s string, she elicited the most beautiful music and art from Yui, it flowed freely like nectar and ichor.

Yui was all thankfulness for her dear friend and muse Haruka. She was waiting. She had to be. Waiting for Yui to find the courage the same way she could find the colours of the oil paints that she used. Yui was determined to pluck up the courage to confess her burgeoning feelings that were full and vibrant, like streaks of sunset over a field or like fruits just before harvest in the agricultural terraces.

“What are you working on today, Yui?” Haruka asked sweetly as she sat beside Yui.

It was just another day in their precious home away from home: a world all of their own, looking like a mere underfunded public high school art classroom but it was theirs. Every inch of it was memorised and mapped, slowly changing and ebbing, giving way to entropy as various classes came and went but at the end of the day, it was theirs and only theirs.

Haruka sat primly on the edge of a plastic, ergonomic chair, matching Yui’s but the scrapes and scratches were completely different. She had her hands on her knees and was watching intently as Yui painted onto the prepared canvas. She had begun the silhouette of a person and that person, was of course, her beloved.

Yui giggled, “Isn’t it obvious?” she asked, blushing. “It’s you. Or, well, going to be you.”

“You’ve been painting me a lot lately.” Haruka commented, demure.

Yui’s blush deepened. Her eyes skirted around the room. Her paintings were in places of honour and it was true. There were hung portraits of Haruka in every blank place, variations upon variations of each other, some still drying and some which had dried long, long ago. They were portraits of Haruka with the most sweet smiles upon her face and others were dreamy, blurry candids that were friendly, as though she were saying hello to the viewer and plenty more in between. They were utterly worshipful of the subject but there was something eerie to those bright colours.

“Yes, I have.” Yui agreed and she shifted as she sat. She held her paintbrush tightly and turned her head. “It's because I’m in love with you. I have always been in love with you since the day we met and you became my muse.”

“I know.” Haruka said. “I’ve loved you always, too, since then.”

Yui leaned in and Haruka mimicked. They kissed one another and it was a slow, sloppy kiss. Yui had never kissed anyone before and she had only ever dreamed of kissing Haruka. She didn’t know if Haruka had ever kissed anyone before, she hoped not, but her technique seemed experienced, or at the very least everything that Yui had ever wanted and more.

She felt her heart race inside the cage of her ribs. She held even tighter onto her paintbrush and she sighed at the end of that kiss. She inhaled the fumes of her oil painting and she felt the soft wetness of Haruka’s lip balm on her lips. They paused, they breathed, and they kept kissing. Kissing until the illusion was shattered and until the door to the art classroom opened and the sounds of various gasping awoke Yui from her trance.

She turned her head, her eyes bleary and her lips slightly parted, dripping with fresh oil paint. She blinked, she stared, she cared not for what was happening around her. Yui only cared for her oil painting of her muse, her best friend and lover, her imaginary creation, smeared with her kiss and oil paints. Hazily, Yui listened as her teacher spoke so far away about how there had been a production recall on the art supplies - specifically the oil paints - that they used here, how there was lead in them.

#femslash #go princess pretty cure #precure #haruka haruno #haruno haruka #yui nanase #nanase yui #cure flora #yui x haruka #haruka x yui #haruyui #writing tag #100ships challenge

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buriedbybooks · 3 years

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One of Us (Leverage 5+1)

Part two of a fic for the Leverage Appreciation Weeks Event!

I’ll be posting one section a day this week leading up to the beginning of Leverage: Redemption on July 9th!!! Art is included in the text, ID at the end; summary and tags below. Hope you enjoy! :)

SUMMARY Illustrated 5+1 fic exploring how Amy Palavi gets to know the Leverage Team.

TAGS Amy Palavi, Alec Hardison, Eliot Spencer, Parker (Leverage), Sophie Devereaux, Nathan Ford, 5+1, found family, illustrated fic

The first time Amy really met Eliot Spencer, he scared five years off of her life.

Amy had offered to come in early to help open the pub this month. What she hadn't been expecting was to walk into a dark kitchen and be immediately confronted by a muscular, scowling man sharpening a butchering knife.

She knew that she squeaked or shrieked or let out some other undignified sound when she realized that she wasn’t alone. Amy may also have figured out how to hover off the ground. Once she could find her voice again, she panted, “Mr. Spencer, you surprised me.”

The eyes peering at her were still squinted, but at least he put down the knife and turned on the overhead light so she could see him more clearly.

“You’re Amy Palavi. Started last week.”

His voice is grumbling, rough around the edges, much like the man himself. Amy smiles and nods back. “Nice to officially meet you, Mr. Spencer. I offered to help open, I didn’t know I’d be interrupting anyone.”

Eliot Spencer glances at the knife on the counter. “Dull knives are dangerous.”

“Right…” Amy agreed slowly, moving to get her apron and start work. “Will you be cooking today, Mr. Spencer?” He was a fabulous chef, the one who created the menu at the Brew Pub. In the first few days she was here, she was told by the other waitstaff to give the intense man a wide berth when he was in charge of the kitchens. She had noticed that his bark, while incredibly intimidating, was never followed by anything harsher.

“Eliot. Just prepping today.” He picked the knife back up and the sharpening started again with a shivery-shrill sound.

Amy turned to start brewing the first pot of coffee, which usually went to the staff. Hardison was generous that way, ensuring that his employees were fed and caffeinated.

“What’s the special today?” Amy asked. She had watched this man, how he interacted with Hardison and the other partners she had seen but not yet met. There was more to him than that bark and the carefully controlled movements that spoke to both grace and power.

“Loaded mac and cheese.” Eliot put the butcher knife away, and then started on another knife, the sound grating to the ear.

Amy smiled. It was a perfect choice for the weather, which had turned dreary with drizzle and late fall chill. “We’ll sell out before the end of lunch.”

That actually caused Eliot’s expression to brighten with a boyish grin that was completely unexpected. “I bought triple this time. Can’t have people going hungry.”

The expression, the wry humor in his tone made Amy laugh in answer. “We’ll make it to dinner, then. I bet we still sell out.”

Eliot raised an eyebrow at her.

“It’s Monday. We’ll have more people eating hot comfort food because of the rain. There were also a couple people who told us they’d be bringing in groups for lunch meetings today.” Amy watched Eliot’s eyes narrow and continued quickly. “We don’t have a reservation system, but I did tell Hardison.”

With a huff, Eliot put the last of the knives away before spearing her with a stare, arms crossed over his chest. “People talk to you. That’s good. We need that.”

“I hire good people, you know that, man,” Hardison’s voice interrupted from behind her, making Amy jump. Again. He strolled into the kitchen and set down a colorful box of donuts with “Happy Birthday” scrawled in sharpie on the lid. He’d remembered that it was one of the busboys' birthdays today.

Eliot’s scowl returned with a vengeance. “Dammit, Hardison! I told you we need a reservation system for large parties.”

Hardison just flapped a hand and wandered out of the kitchen again, obviously unconcerned.

Eliot paused briefly in his pursuit to clap a hand gently on her shoulder and say quietly “Thank you for telling me,” before he was out the door after Hardison.

Amy shook her head with a smile. Eliot’s bark really was worse than his bite.

ID: Chibi Eliot glaring straight ahead, arms crossed over his chest.

#leverage #eliot spencer #amy palavi #leverageappreciationweek #eliotappreciationweek #my fanfiction tag #fan art for fan fic #cgc art tag

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katehuntington · 4 years

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2020, 1st edition Disclaimer: ‘Kate Huntington’s Author & Fanfiction Recommendations’ is a platform for writers, to show appreciation for their work and expand their audience. I do not claim to be the author of these stories, neither do I own them. Read each writer’s warnings carefully, most of them are rated +18.

Without further ado, here is my list of recommendations.

One shots

“While You Sleep” - written by @foreverwayward Fluff - Dean Winchester - 617 words A heartwarming little fic about Dean living the domesticated life we all wish he could have. The writer has a very clever way of storytelling and the end might come as a surprise, only adding to the emotion it already brought along.

“Imagine” - written by @pennydrabbles Fluff - Dean x Reader - 800 words ‘Imagine calling Dean after a bad day and saying you miss him,’ says the header of this marvelous little story. It’s soothing, with strong descriptions, yet never over the top. Simplicity isn’t necessarily a bad word. It takes skill to not overy describe a scene and let the tale be told by the personal emotion of the reader. The author is able to do this with such elegance, that you actually feel Dean’s comfort.

“Heartbeats” - written by @there-must-be-a-lock Fluff - Dean x Castiel - 930 words Castiel is fascinated by the human heart, but doesn’t quite understand it, until he becomes human himself. I’ll start by saying that I don’t ship Dean and Cas together, but I do appreciate the people who do. What this little piece of art does is incredible, however, because while I was reading, I found myself rooting for them. The writer does a great job by using the literal human heart as a backbone of this story. Intriguing and very well executed.

“Everything That’s Yet To Come” - written by @fictionalabyss Fluff - Dean x Reader - 812 words Dean experiences what the future beholds, with the people who he wishes could be there. The author took me by the hand through this moving little one shot, which feels like a collection of greatest hits and wishes come true. It offers peace and closure not only for the older Winchester brother, but for the reader as well. Beautiful piece of writing.

“Take A Drunk Girl Home” - written by @amanda-teaches Fluff - Dean x Reader - 1869 words Dean taking care of others; it’s his nature and shows what a kind soul he truly is. The situation sketched here is no exception, and it’s softer than one can imagine. The pace is steady and the balance between fluff and comedy is just right. A lovely read.

“New Beginnings” - written by @our-jensen-ackles-love Fluff - Dean x Reader - 1665 words New Year’s Eve; a new start, a new life and plenty of reason to celebrate. A lovely ‘feel good’ story that makes us forget about the monsters, pain and loss Supernatural is known for. The level of fluff is equivalent to cuddling with puppies.

“When He Cries” - written by @revengingbarnes Angst/fluff - Dean x Reader - 1894 words When the woman who Dean loves falls victim during a case, the hunter has trouble dealing with the aftermath. And, boy... Does that hurt to witness. This is one of the most breathtaking stories I have stumbled on. The realism that is used to describe the gruesome and horrific angst, the emotion that is laced in every word, had me clutching my chest while reading. It’s is a beautiful piece of art.

“Nobody” - written by @soaringeag1e Angst - Dean x Reader - 2561 words This one shot reminds us why we should never stay angry with a loved one and let a fight unresolved, because what if something bad happens and we won’t have the chance to make it right? The writer gives a great sense to that fear and having to watch Dean go through this nightmare is truly heartbreaking.

“The Demon Inside You” - written by @foreverwayward Smut/angst - Demon!Dean x Reader - 4375 words Curing Dean from the demon that he has become proves to be difficult when he’s so hard to resist. What else is hard to resist, is this beautiful pitch black one shot. I don’t read Demon!Dean fiction often, because it still feels foreign to see the character who I love so much turn into something evil. This however, is so gripping and well written, that the darkness swallows up the beholder. Rough, hot, sad, narcissistic, all these ingredients packed up in one hell of a story.

“Curves And Edges” - written by @kittenofdoomage Smut/fluff/angst - Dean x Reader - 4375 words This equally sweet, sexy, funny and sad story is a big shout out to all women who think they don’t meet the beauty standards and feel like they will never be good enough to get noticed. It is one thing to replace a name with Y/N and call it a reader’s insert; it’s a gift to make every person reading this feels like they are the character in this story. The author handles every woman’s insecurities with grace, making her words both relatable and soothing. Her spot on version of Dean reminds us that we are all beautiful, desired and unique.

“Hold Her Tight” - written by @waywardbaby Fluff/smut - Dean x Reader - 2955 words ‘A story of a deep need to feel someone close to you’, is how the author describes her work. I couldn’t have said it better, because this one shot isn’t about sex; it’s about love making, and there’s a difference. What I also appreciate, is that Y/N takes the time to pamper herself. We all deserve some self care.

“Watch Your F!cking Mouth!” - written by @impala-dreamer Smut/comedy - Dean x Reader - 1984 words Dean falls under a literal curse, and it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I was wheezing, couldn’t breathe and died laughing. It’s astonishing how the writer can juggle comedy and sex without the two taking each other down. An uplifting read.

“Thank God For Sexual Frustration” - written by @winchester-fantasies Smut - Dean x Reader - 4398 words God had nothing to do with writing this sinful story; we can thank the author for that. When Y/N is on a dry spell that has her frustrated, Dean helps her out in the best way imaginable. Delicious smut served in three courses, because we all know Dean keeps his lady satisfied.

Series:

“Life For Rent” - written by @winchest09 Smut/angst/fluff - Mobster!Dean x Escort!Reader - WIP This amazing series follows an experienced, smart and resilient escort, who is ruled by contracts, money and aliases. When Dean becomes her client, he makes it his mission to understand what this interesting woman is hiding. Conspiracies, deceat, crime. A strong family bond, blossoming love, oh, not to mention the sex. This series is intriguing beyond imagination and certainly not just another mobster fanfiction. The writing is smart and I could tell from the first paragraph that it’s loaded with hints and foreshadowing, but I couldn’t pick them out. This triggers a curiosity like an itch I can’t quite scratch away until I finish reading this story. And so I wait eagerly and drop everything the second a new chapter comes out. An absolute must read!

“Findings” - written by @kathaswings Angst/smut/fluff - Dean x Reader - finished. Update: Sadly, this series is no longer online This story starts out with what seems to be a routine demon hunt, until Dean and his brother find a frightened five year old survivor amongst the blood and corpses. Keeping the smart little Mackenzie safe and getting her back to her older sister proves to be difficult, because this case is a whole lot bigger than they anticipated and is likely to change their lives forever. This is one of my favorite Supernatural series and I revisited it recently. The overall story arc is a mystery I just had to unravel and I couldn’t put it down if I wanted to. The bond between Dean and Mackenzie is so precious. Writing a child isn’t easy. I’ve read plenty of books and seen plenty of films in which the maturity the creators added wasn’t natural, but this author handles Mac’s dialogue amazingly well. What’s also interesting is the jumps from point of view between Dean and Y/N, giving very personal perspectives on the gripping story.

“When You Least Expect It” - written by @coffee-obsessed-writer Fluff/angst/smut - Jensen Ackles x Musician!Reader - WIP This gorgeously written slow burn series kicks off when Jensen visits the idyllic town of Seaside. After a bad breakup he keeps his mind occupied with the organisation of a music festival, hoping to find a musician that fits the vibe he has in mind. He meets a spirited, undiscovered performer, not only her voice catching him by surprise. A friendship blossoms, with potential to grow into something more, but will their past allow the love they feel for each other? Talking about an epic love story, but it’s so much more than that. The music that plays such an important factor, the setting that is Seaside. The fabulous supporting characters Bri, Rob, Jason and Jared, the wardrobe, not to mention the wonderful little gems and details that this author weaved into the story, showing how much love she has put into it. This is without a shadow of a doubt my favorite RPF I’ve come across.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed the work of the authors above, don’t be afraid to let them know. I’m sure they will appreciate it. Feel free to share!

If you have any suggestions or would like a tag in the future, drop a request in my inbox or send me a message.

Love, Kate

‘Kate Huntington’s Author & Fanfiction Recommendations’ taglist: @adoptdontshoppets @fangirlxwritesx67 @idksupernatural @indecisive20something @tranquility-or-chaos @winchest09 @wingedcatninja

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escaperoomus · 3 years

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Fun Things-To-Do in Palm Springs

Palm Springs is a beautiful way to spend your weekend away from the chaos of the city. Pack your bags and drive with your family and friends for a short trip to Palm Springs. Explore the beauty of nature in Palm Springs as you hike through the rugged terrains. Enjoy a day at the beautiful hiking trails at Palm Springs. Even with the ongoing pandemic situation, quite a few places have now popped open. Even though not all tourist spots are available, there are still enough to make your stay at Palm Springs one to cherish!

Palm Springs has now become one of the most popular weekend tourist spots in California. While there are loads of fun things to do in Palm Springs, some of them are worthy of mentioning. They are as follows:

1. Enjoy the Palm Canyon Drive

The Palm Canyon Drive is one of the prominent tourist attractive locations. Almost all the people who visit Palm Springs for their weekend vacation make it a point to visit there. Visitors shall come across a wide variety of shops, art galleries, and unique restaurants here. Explore every nook and corner of the city as you take Palm Canyon Drive. The weekly Palm Springs Village Fest also takes place here. Go in and get engrossed in the local culture in the Village Fest. Do not forget to dig in the locals' fabulous food in the small stalls in the Village Fest!

2. Visit the Coachella Valley Preserve in Palm Springs

The Coachella Valley Preserve is a massive area that remains well-protected by the authorities in Palm Springs. It is on the eastward side of the central city of Palm Springs. The Coachella Valley Preserve spreads across approximately 880 acres of land. The spot has become one of the most exciting tourist hotspots when it comes to Palm Springs. Crowds of tourists are seen to visit the Coachella Valley Preserve when they come to Palm Springs.

3. Relish the mouth-watering dishes at Chef Tanya's Kitchen

Even though not many tourists know about this fantastic eating place in Palm Spring, it is, in a word, amazing! It has opened only recently in the year 2017 and is a must if you plan to visit Palm Springs this weekend for a short trip. The owner of this fantastic eatery is Chef Tanya Petrovna herself. The place offers an all-vegan menu for its visitors. The vegan lasagna, which is generally served as a dinner item, is quite famed and is delicious! The fantastic taste of the food will surely linger on your tongue for long.

4. Play the escape room games at Palm Springs

Many people who visit Palm Springs are seen to make it a point to play an escape room at least once. Enjoy your day as you run around the escape room with your family or group of friends, hunting your clues and solving the riddles. Even kids can also enjoy playing in these escape rooms. Most of the escape rooms are well-equipped with a wheelchair-accessible entrance to help physically disabled tourists. Choose from the many available themes for the escape room game and unite with your friends and family!

Make your stay at Palm Springs memorable and worth cherishing for long. There are many fun things to do in Palm Springs; choose the ones that suit you and have the perfect vacation!

#Escape Rooms Palm Springs #Escape Rooms Palm Desert #Escape Rooms in Palm Springs

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mrslackles · 4 years

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Thought you’d never ask.

2𝓍𝟣𝟣 – 𝑅ɪᴏ’𝓈 𝐿ᴏᴏᴋʙᴏᴏᴋ

Look #1

If there is anything you have come to know about me at this point, it’s that I love this man in a coat. The 1x09 coat? Exquisite. The 1x06 coat? A dream. The 1x07 Cosy Extreme™️ jacket? Wrap me up in it. If it’s soft and enrobing him, I’m into it. Or so I thought.

Why are there brown buttons on a blue coat? Why does it look like a cross between a jacket, a coat and a bathrobe? Why is it buttoned all the way to the top? Why does it look like he took it from his granddad’s closet? (Spot the difference, I dare you.) I like a thrifty king, but stealing from the elderly is where I draw the line.

For those keeping track, we have not seen Rio’s head since 2x09. He could be bald under there. He also hasn’t worn a beanie like a normal person since 2x07.

4.5/10

Look #2

Remember when I got excited about multiple angles on the 2x02 outfit? This episode said Hold my art hoe craft beer.

I will go to my deathbed wondering who tf these yuppies are that Rio is casually dapping up with.

I actually really admire Rio’s audacity bravery because I, myself, would never be able to climb into a Cadillac while wearing that beanie and my one pair of shoes. Respect.

Remember when I was shocked by the concept of his outfits travelling? Well, this time we get him in the same outfit in his fourth location:

It’s nothing special, just a variation on his 2x10 outfit by swapping in his second TJ Maxx jacket that also doesn’t pass my sandpaper test.

Rio is a constant Yanny/Laurel situation with his dark blues and blacks. From future episodes, I know this jacket is blue, but then it looks so black against this blue (?) beanie:

Sigh. He threw the shade-matching rulebook out the window last episode and clearly he is not interested in getting it back.

For those of you keeping track (we’re all doing so, right?), we haven’t seen Rio’s hands since 2x09 because he suddenly believes in winter, I guess, and so this is a momentous occasion:

Hands! Honestly he could’ve been couriering his own fingers for all we knew. And he’s wearing his iconic leather bracelets. (We have not had any jewelry action in a while.)

He’s obviously wearing his one pair of Converse (and oh, we’ll get to that in a second) with his jeans stacked. (Literally what was even happening with the roll-up in 2x08? Was he going through a Cool Dad phase? Oh, Rio.)

Also, quick question @ Squinty McSquinterson: Do you still have hair, sir? Did you dye it all blond? Are the tops of your ears recovering from frostbite? Did you piss off your barber? #BeaniesMustFall

5.5/10

BONUS: Rio’s closet

Hooooboy, this episode we were blessed. For so long we’ve judged the Crime Closet while only guessing at the contents of his normal wardrobe, but this episode took us into the fashionista’s sanctum sanctorum and it’s a rollercoaster, folks.

But, first, we have to do a rapid-fire round with these bonus outfits:

Matching his son (who of course looks fabulous) in blue and we can see his head. Jacket buttoned all the way up, though, and that same pair of Converse. 6/10

A black shirt even on a daytime trip with his family, but he is doing a very deliberate booty pop for the camera that is much appreciated. 8/10

Yet another beanie paired with the one bomber jacket he owns. Zero regard for matching Marcus or that they’re at the park and he looks like the Grim Reaper. 7/10

But... is that the only bomber jacket he owns? Gird your loins.

WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?! There are leather jackets, there’s a linen jacket (??), there are beige shirts, there are white shirts, there are light blue shirts. There’s even a pinstripe shirt?? Where is he wearing these items to?? Clearly not on days out with his son and even his date shirt was dark green, so honestly wtf?

His favourite bar-matching red shirt is also nowhere to be found. Is the Crime Closet literally in a whole different space? Does Rio secretly work at a hedge fund? Not to be the ‘I told you so’ person, but I did tell you we couldn’t trust him.

I’m SICKENED by this shoe display. You mean to tell me that the man who has worn the same three (3) pairs of shoes over 21 episodes owns dress boots? Chukkas? Several pairs?!?! I am disgusted and appalled. The only solace this gives me is that there are two pairs of Converse (plus the ones he’s wearing) here, so at least he’s been rotating them out and not just wearing that same pair in every scene in every episode. I do question whether he knows that shoes come in other colours?

...Apparently he knows jeans do??

I find it pretty hilarious that there’s a whole stack just for black jeans (and sweaters!), but I question where he is wearing those blue jeans to? Are they being paired with the linen jacket? What is the meaning of life?

I’m also horrified to learn that he owns several grey cashmere sweaters but could not deign to wear one to either of the pictured days with his son when Marcus was wearing grey. Do better, Rio. (Is it weird to anyone else that he owns stacks of the exact same item? Who shops this way? And keeps them all together like that? Adrian Monk would approve of this closet.)

Also, I would like to know who I can sue for never having shown us Rio in one of his cashmere sweaters. I need this visual for research purposes. Also, where is the underwear drawer?

And because I guess this experience hasn’t been dizzying enough, we’re presented with these watches:

I-- truly and honestly don’t know where to start. A yellow leather band?! Square faces?! Also, the black leather bracelets would like to know where these watches have been the entire season? They’ve been pulling the entire accessory load while these have just been sitting here in his bedside table? Is Rio scared of getting robbed? Because his arm piece would definitely be the thing of value, not the Cadillac or gold gun. Is he afraid people will judge him for having old-man coats and watches? WHAT IS HAPPENING.

8/10 -- for sheer WTF value

And speaking of WTF...

Rio’s Lookbook: Home Edition

#NBC Good Girls #Manny Montana #Rio's Fits #Good Girls Bad Garments #the beanie is the number 1 characteristic of Rio's Blue Period #who do I have to throw money at to see Rio in a sweater jeans and chukkas?#honestly the shoes got me the most while making this #they're so NICE #and formal wtf #Rich Bitch Rio really CAME THROUGH this episode #also sorry so long #but there was A LOT to cover #and I figured this is one of the last ones so why not y'know

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BLOGTOBER 10/12/2020: THEATER OF BLOOD

I have a question, inspired by this movie, that might sound naïve to people who know the answer. What exactly was the casting process for Vincent Price? It's very hard for me to imagine anyone writing a script with a horror heavy that could be played by any qualified actor, and only later is that role filled by someone whose presence takes over the whole picture. What I mean is, any movie that stars Vincent Price becomes a Vincent Price movie, which is something of its own genre. The entire production becomes an extension of his vampy presence, simply an accommodating runaway on which he struts and flexes in his inimitable fashion. It's much easier for me to think that every single Vincent Price movie was either written for him or suggested by him; he so dominantly flavors everything he's in, that he feels like a one-man cottage industry in which he is the only product, and we the adoring audience accept no substitute. At present I do not know what percentage of his filmography was specifically tailor-made for him, but if you were to tell me that only one of his movies was written with him in mind, I might guess that it's THEATER OF BLOOD.

Though his name became synonymous with the oft-maligned horror genre, Vincent Price was an impressively cultured person. He held degrees in english and art history from Yale and the Courtauld Institute of Art; he was an art collector and gourmand, publishing books on both subjects; and he began his acting career on the stages of London, continuing to perform live throughout his working life. It comes as little surprise that of his 211 screen credits, Price called THEATER OF BLOOD his personal favorite, as it provided him with an opportunity to show off his range and ability that he rarely found in the horror demimonde, which had become his primary home. Seen in that light, this movie can be thought of as an allegory for his film career.

THEATER OF BLOOD makes a grand entrance with a shocking scene of a theater critic being murdered by a mob of crazed homeless people. It feels like something out of PRINCE OF DARKNESS, but we learn that it is an homage to the bloody conclusion of Julius Caesar. The crime has been orchestrated by Edward Lionheart (Price, naturally), the self-described world’s greatest living actor, who recently faked his own death to facilitate his plan to snuff out the members of the Theater Critics Guild for snubbing him at their award ceremony. Aided by his devoted daughter Edwina (Diana Rigg) and a small army of murderous derelicts, Lionheart sets up a modern version of a famous Shakespearean death scene for each of his victims, giving each critic proof of his neglected genius before sending them off to the sleep of death. The results are more Tales from the Crypt than The Winter's Tale, with Price's elegant interpretations of the bard's plays providing an ironic counterpoint to the gruesome goings-on.

All told, Price gets to play 17 different roles in this movie (unless I'm missing something, which is possible in this busy movie!), including Lionheart: For each of the eight critics, he first plays a seducer--a disguised decoy character who lures his prey into the trap--and then delivers a Shakespearean monologue correlating with the mode of death. Lionheart has a lot to do in this picture, originally titled MUCH ADO ABOUT MURDER, and the results can be a little uneven. Some of these setpieces are fabulous; along with the Caesar-like stabbing, the laborious decapitation of a peacefully sleeping victim ala Cymbeline is pretty exciting, and genuinely disturbing. Some scenes are a little pedestrian; the wine barrel drowning from Richard III, and the duel from Romeo and Juliet don't require a lot of imagination. Still other murders are...just crass, or insane, or both. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around Lionheart triggering a jealous rage in his Othello stand-in, by somehow convincing the man that his wife's screams of pain are cries of pleasure. (Don't worry, this is not less confusing when you actually see it) Another sticking point is the movie's gratuitous homophobia, which is somewhat ironic in a story about the theater; a perfectly disgusting Titus Andronicus sendup is marred by its insistence on one last gay joke at the expense of the movie's most idiotically stereotypical character. Oh well, at least Price is consistently pleasing, no matter what else is going on.

OK, so all homophobia is gratuitous in that nobody needs it, but let’s just say that the bigotry in something like PSYCHO is native to its plot, where in THEATER OF BLOOD it’s just, like...really unmotivated.

Vincent Price never let on that he felt pigeonholed by his absorption into the horror universe--at least, not on the screen. Find me a lazy or contemptuous performance in his filmography, and...I'll probably just tell you that you're hallucinating. However, he may have privately regretted that his unique talent for terror prevented him from being offered more varied work. THEATER OF BLOOD allowed him to split the difference, and his diverse performances in this picture can make you forget that it has almost the same plot structure as the DOCTOR PHIBES movies made in the previous two years. The present film may have allowed him to take his own subtle form of revenge on an industry that practically insisted he repeat many of the same plots and performances, at least once a year into the 1980s. Sure, THEATER OF BLOOD is loaded with gore and trashy gags, but it allows him to try his hand at Shakespeare, something he reportedly always wanted to do. I can't help thinking of the Florida strippers who worked Macbeth into their act to get around ludicrous local laws, though in this case, rote horror clichés are the establishment, and Price is the stripper subversively inserting a touch of class into his obligatorily grisly routine. The trick works, too; it's as much fun to see him as the eponymous Merchant of Venice, as it is to watch him murder his enemies, and apparently this mix was convincing enough to launch a theatrical adaptation in 2015, starring none lesser than Jim Broadbent. This has the sensation of things coming full circle, with a film character originated by Price landing on the floorboards he once trod as a man of the stage. Too bad he wasn't around to play the part.

PS There is a lot I’m leaving out of this review for the sake of coherence--like, I would have loved to make a detour into the hilariously weird origin story of Lionheart’s morlock army--but I would be remiss if I failed to mention that Diana Rigg also gets to try out an alternative character in this movie, and it’s...uh...well...it’s this. RIP.

Don’t fret, if I didn’t tell you, you would have guessed, and you also would have been just as confused as you are now.

#blogtober #2020 #theater of blood #vincent price #diana rigg #horror #horror comedy #satire #douglas hickox #anthony greville-bell #theater #shakespeare

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What the hell is going on with the Grammys - a massive master post.

Buckle up; this is a mess.

So as we all know, Grammy nominations came out on Tuesday. And... whew there’s a lot to unpack. So this master post is (hopefully) going to explain all the different strands of this.

A disclaimer before we start: this is in no way bashing the artists who have been nominated. I am sure they all work immensely hard and although they submit themselves, most of them have 0 say in the nominations process. For the love of God - we’re not going after any individual artist.

(also, just for clarity and conciseness: this post is going to focus on the “Big 4″ in terms of nominations - Best New Artist, Record of the Year, Song of The Year and Album of the Year).

So - Best New Artist. As a category I’m happy with all the nominees - the criteria is weird as hell though (basically you can just keep submitting yourself up to 3 times? and it doesn’t matter how far into your career you are? ok I guess). I’d love for Phoebe Bridgers or Megan Thee Stallion to take it personally, but I’m happy with all the nominees. It’d be nice to see Blackpink get an acknowledgement but they could end up getting nominated next year because of eligibility dates. So yeah, no major issues with Best New Artist.

Just to clarify before we move on - Wikipedia has better definition of the difference between SOTY and ROTY so I’m just going to paste it here:

Record of the Year is awarded for a single or for one track from an album. This award goes to the performing artist, the producer, recording engineer and/or mixer for that song. In this sense, "record" means a particular recorded song, not its composition or an album of songs.

Song of the Year is also awarded for a single or individual track, but the recipient of this award is the songwriter who actually wrote the lyrics and/or melodies to the song. "Song" in this context means the song as composed, not its recording

ROTY: Record of the year ... it’s very safe. Rockstar, Say So, Everything I Wanted, Don’t Start Now, Circles and Savage were all expected. The Black Pumas song is an outlier but normally there’s a couple of smaller songs on the nominees list so not a complete surprise. Black Parade is also a bit of a turnup - it’s a great song and obviously had some momentum this summer but wasn’t huge . I was surprised not to see The Weeknd in this category (more on that later); would have nice to see BTS on the list but again, not shocking.

SOTY: A mix? I guess? Most of it is overlap from ROTY - but there’s a few different songs in the way of Cardigan, I Can’t Breathe and If The World Was Ending. Personally, I’m really happy that Cardigan and I Can’t Breathe are in there - my personal favorite would be I Can’t Breathe Winning. “If The World Was Ending” ... was there I guess? So congratulations.

AOTY: Oh boy. AOTY is a mix. So the less surprising inclusions: Folklore and Future Nostalgia. I do genuinely believe it’s a tossup between those two now as to who wins AOTY - I’m going to give the edge to Taylor right now because she’s won it before for Fearless and 1989 but I’m not sure the Recording Academy would give it to her 1 in 4 years ish consistently. Then again, Taylor is a Grammys darling and 2nd highest Metacritic score of the nominations, so it wouldn’t shock me. I’m shocked HAIM are nominated in the best possible way (it’s my personal AOTY), but the rest ... I’m stunned by. Djesse Vol 3 is also great but I don’t think it has a shot; Chilombo was good but not brilliant, Black Pumas got in with a deluxe version (yes it’s a good album, but it’s going to be close to 2 years old by the time the Grammys roll round), I’m not a massive fan of Hollywood’s Bleeding but Post Malone’s commercial impact can’t be denied. Coldplay is the one I find most bizarre - it wasn’t a particularly good album nor did it stick around commercially. So yeah - it would nice for HAIM to take it (I think they have a shot of pulling a “Golden Hour” and taking it home) but I’d be shocked if it didn’t go to Taylor.

So. Yes, there were some snubs - I thought Harry Styles would get a SOTY nomination, I was also expecting BTS to sneak into a couple of categories; Phoebe deserved an AOTY nomination and Rina Sawayama deserved some recognition. However.

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE WEEKND?

The Weeknd not getting a single nomination. How? No matter which way you look at it, Blinding Lights, should be up for ROTY or at least in the Pop categories. OK, so After Hours isn’t going to be one of the all time great albums, but you can’t look at that list and think “hmm, yes; they’re all objectively better than After Hours.” Because they’re not. That’s a fact. The Weeknd has spoken out against the Grammys in the past (which I’ll come to in a minute), but the truth of the matter is is that the Grammys are institutionally biased. Let’s roll back to 2015. In 2016, the nominees for AOTY were 1989, Beauty Behind The Madness, Sound & Color, To Pimp a Butterfly and Traveler. Thinking about this in terms of critical success, the Grammy should have gone to Kendrick for “To Pimp A Butterfly”. It went to 1989. Ok, so 1989 is a great album! and commercially, was the biggest selling album that year. So from, that (and the following year, where 25 won over Lemonade) we could deduce that the Grammy focuses on the album that’s made the most commercial impact. HOWEVER: if we carry this logic into 2021, none of the nominees make any sense. Surely if they did, then only Folklore and Future Nostalgia would be on their. No matter how you look at it, After Hours straddled the line of being inescapable for a year and of getting great reviews. It should have been nominated for AOTY and that’s the bottom line of it.

So why wasn’t it?

Probably The Weeknd criticizing the Grammys previously didn’t help. But according to that bastion of news, TMZ, he was given the choice between performing at the Grammys or at Superbowl. The Weeknd negotiated, and agreed to do both. He was announced to be performing at the Superbowl on 12th November (link: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-54921206) . Grammy noms come out on the 24th, TMZ reports he was given the choice between Superbowl and Grammys about 8 hours after the nominations (https://www.tmz.com/2020/11/24/the-weeknd-ultimatum-grammys-super-bowl-performance-snub/) . Then, The Weeknd tweets this maybe an hour later (https://twitter.com/theweeknd/status/1331394452447870977). To add insult to injury, he went from being in “negotiations to perform” to no nominations. Now that’s a kick in the teeth.

A day later, the president of the Grammys, Harvey Mason Jr. does an interview with Variety (https://variety.com/2020/music/news/grammy-harvey-mason-weeknd-snub-show-1234839208/). Gives a load of non-answers as expected. But he does talk about the Grammy committee.

We don’t know much about how the Grammy voting process works. If you’re a member, you listen to the songs in the categories and then vote. BUT THEN. The top 20 songs/albums go to the committee. There’s 20 people on the committee - some with direct links to labels and artists. So they could hypothetically pick songs ranked 15-20 and nominate then. Which is why I think The Weeknd was majorly snubbed. I think The Weeknd got into the top 20 in all the categories he was nominated in and the committee overruled. That’s my theory anyway. The Grammys have been problematic for years - but since I’ve been following then from 2015ish - they’ve been accused racism (lack of BAME winners), sexism (remember the “well women should make better music” comments in 2018 https://variety.com/2018/music/news/grammys-so-male-women-recording-academy-president-neil-portnow-1202679902/) and then the mysterious ousting of Deborah Dugan at the start of last year (https://www.vox.com/2020/1/26/21082057/2020-grammys-sexual-harassment-corruption-recording-academy-deborah-dugan-rigged-nominations).

When Deborah Dugan was fired, she alleged sexual misconduct and voter corruption in the academy. (If I can find a copy of the original PDF I will, https://www.theguardian.com/music/2020/jan/22/suspended-grammys-chief-deborah-dugan-alleges-sexual-misconduct-in-recording-academy). But honestly the article speaks for itself. The grammys are corrupt, and not a true measure of artistic integrity.

So, as much as I find them fascinating - let’s not give them any more weight then they deserve. If your fave has a nomination, great! If not, it doesn’t make them any less of an artist. 2020 has been a fabulous year for music, so let’s concentrate on that.

It’s impossible to cover every aspect of the Grammys in one tumblr post, and well done if you’ve made it to the end. If anyone has any questions, I’ll try and answer them to the best I can.

Thank you so much for reading! And Happy Thanksgiving, remember to donate to Native people today if you can - here’s a link to some places to donate https://twitter.com/MsKellyMHayes/status/1332000439378784261 !

#grammys #grammys 2021 #the weeknd #roty #soty #aoty #bna #blinding lights #after hours #recording academy #deborah dugan

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new york’s very own mckenna asher was spotted on broadway street in jimmy choo romy pumps . your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-first birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being materialistic , but also devoted . i guess being a taurus explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be wrists covered in makeup swatches , a perfectly blended halo eye , and never being seen without perfectly manicured nails . ( i once made a fake account to expose information about myself just to get more followers ) & ( cis-female & she / her ) + ( lia , 19 , she / her , cst . )

hello , loves ! it’s me , lia ( i also play margo ) back again with another trash child that i’m hoping you’ll all love as much as i do <33 i first came up w kenna many years ago and haven’t had the opportunity to write for her in a long long time , so i’m really excited to bring her here ! as always , if you wanna plot go ahead and LIKE THIS and i’ll happily come love you down . if discord is more your jam , hmu there too @ 𝐛𝐛𝐧𝐨$𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥#1904 . love y’all !!! 💕💓💕

S T A T S ↴

-- * FULL NAME : mckenna sophia asher -- * NICKNAME(S) : kenna ( preferred name ), kenny , ken , mick -- * AGE : twenty-one -- * D.O.B : may 10th -- * ZODIAC : taurus -- * GENDER : cis-female -- * ORIENTATION : bisexual biromantic -- * HEIGHT : 5″7 -- * NATIONALITY : american ( has dual citizenship in america and wales ) -- * BIRTHPLACE : colwyn bay , wales -- * OCCUPATION : youtuber / makeup artist -- * TRAITS : devoted , ambitious , hard-working , materialistic , stubborn , patient , sensual , reliable , organized , possessive , imbalanced , attention-seeking

B I O G R A P H Y ↴

honestly i am........ too lazy to make this a nice bio so plz forgive me for settling on bullet points ,, but at least that’s less reading for you !!!!

mckenna’s father is from wales and works as a plastic surgeon for the rich and fabulous and her mother is from new york and works a beautician and stylist for celebrities . together they had 5 children in total , the kid in the very middle being kenna . the family spent most of her childhood living in wales before moving to new york just before mckenna started high school

all of her siblings are really talented . it must be in their genes or something to have an affinity for the arts . her older brother is in a popular band . her older sister is a principal dancer . her younger sister is an incredible painter . and her younger brother is like six so he’s still coming into his own but there’s no doubt that he’ll be a prodigy at something

and what about mckenna ??? well she tried following in her brother’s footsteps by learning a bunch of instruments but none of them clicked . after that she tried to take dance classes with her sister but it was clear to see that she had two-left feet . she could barely draw a perfect circle , so painting like her younger sister was out of the question too . eventually she tried to pursue an acting career , auditioning for tv shows and movies but never booking anything more than a handful of commercials

so she spent a majority of her life feeling pretty inadequate compared to her siblings . she just wanted to be good at something , anything really . and she wanted to be praised for it . luckily , she eventually found her thing . though it was sorta unconventional : kenna figured out that she’s good at makeup . it’s basically an art form in itself and since she had the time on her hands to practice , she got pretty good at it

she started posting her looks on social media , gaining a little bit of attention on her instagram and later even starting a youtube channel ( at the time it was called pinkglitter2234 bc she was like 13 and cringey ). doing makeup and making youtube videos was her new favorite pass time and pretty much all she did throughout high school . kids in her school started recognizing her as “the the girl who talks funny and makes youtube videos” ,, so that’s pretty cool ig

it really wasn’t until her senior year that her channel gained a serious following . by the time she graduated she worked her way up to 1m subscribers and just a few hundred thousand away from having 1m on instagram too . CRAZY . and since youtube had become a serious job to her that she wanted to continue doing , she figured that she’d take a gap year off just to focus on that and building her personal brand . so she moved out and got an apartment in the city , paid for all by herself ( though mommy and daddy’s money certainly helped furnish it with all her lavish stuff ) and got to WORK

that ONE gap year turned into a gap... three years ??? she never applied to university and honestly she doesn’t plan to anytime soon ! her social media career has never been more poppin’ tbh . she has like over 8m subscribers on her main channel ( now called makeupmckenna ) and just a little bit under that on her vlog channel . she’s had various partnerships with different makeup brands , colourpopcosmetics , morphe , and lancôme just to name a few . on her channel she also does fashion / styling videos , which has gained her attention from several brands that have sent her pieces to promote and invited her to see their shows at fashion week and whatnot . big money moves basically !!

okay now for her secret : basically ,, kenna is hard-working don’t get me wrong , but she’s also obsessed with increasing her following and is willing to do anything if it means signal boosting herself and becoming more successful . so basically , at one point she made a fake account that posed as one of her “haters” “exposing” her-- and since no publicity is bad publicity , it got more people talking about her and following her . she even made a sob story youtube video in response to the “hate” she was getting and the rumours that were sparking because of it . the account has since been deleted but that doesn’t mean that the screenshots of the rumours aren’t still circulating the internet . it’s been a few years since the “scandal” but that doesn’t mean that it still doesn’t get talked about from time to time

P E R S O N A L I T Y & F U N F A C T S ↴

personality-wise : kenna is a sweetheart ! at least on the outside ! like she lowkey has selfish motives sometimes when it comes to gaining online popularity , but outside of social media she is genuine and goofy and a good friend i swear . would give you the designer clothes off her back if you’re close to her . also affectionate because she’s from a big family that actually has a healthy relationship with each other ( minus kenna’s minor jealousy she used to harbor as a kid... she’s kinda grown out of it now as a young-adult who’s successful in her own right ) so she loves to love . super materialistic though . loves shiny things and owning the newest trendy stuff . definitely thinks that money can buy happiness and she’s super stubborn so you cannot convince her otherwise . loves attention , will do just about anything to get it but if it doesn’t fit her “pristine girl next door” image then she’ll have to do it in secret . and since she has made a name for herself as being “innocent” , she doesn’t party too much . just not a big fan of that lifestyle

just bc she never went to college DOES NOT MEAN that my girl is dumb .. she actually likes to keep learning new things by constantly reading and trying out new skills . she’s v much a jack of all trades but a master at none . minus her ability to beat her face and talk to a camera lol

she’s fluent in both english and welsh , and used to have an accent when she was younger but has since taught herself to sound super american . she thinks it makes her more appealing idk

very family orientated and keeps in close contact with her siblings and parents despite the fact that they live all around the world doing their own things

has collabed with loads of famous peeps not just for youtube videos but getting to do their makeup for gigs . she’s gotten to a point in her career where she’s able to bridge the gap between influencer and professional artist y’know what i mean ??

loves dogs . has a dog named tate who frequently makes appearances in her posts :)))

consumes an unhealthy amount of caffeine daily

doesn’t know how to drive . doesn’t even have a license or anything and who knows if she’ll ever learn tbh

she’s bisexual but has only come out to her close friends and family . hasn’t outwardly said anything to her following but they can probably make assumptions considering who she’s been seen getting close to . like it’s not a big deal to her , she likes who she likes , but also doesn’t think it’s anyone else’s business besides whoever she’s dating / sleeping with at the time

W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S ↴

EDIT : i have in fact made a wc page so peep that here if ya want ! xox

#wealthyhq:intro #oh yes MA'AM we are in business now #plz plot w my baby i'll love you forever

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