Do you have any favorite b99 bogs/ users? I'm looking to follow more blogs and make more friends in the fandom.
I do I actually have a ton!!! But just as some forewarning, some of these are not strictly B99, so youâll be getting a mishmash of other things by following them. Theyâre all wonderful and fantastic and I love them all with my whole heart tho so you should 100% follow them!!
Iâll throw it all under a cut to keep from spamming dashboards :)
NOTE: I AM REFERRING HERE TO AESTHETICS, NOT MORAL/SOCIAL ATTITUDES. RACISM IS GROSS AND ENOUGH PEOPLE IN ~YE OLDEN TIMES~ WERENâT RACIST THAT ITâS NO EXCUSE
papers are praising Emma Watson to the highest heaven for refusing to wear stays and a hoop skirt in Beauty and the Beast and honestly, Iâm kind of sick of it
yes, itâs a fairytale, but Belle is living in 18th-century France. she probably would have worn stays because theyâre a basic foundation garment that provides breast and back support and pretty much every woman wore them. probably hers would have been laced more loosely because sheâs not upper-class. and yeah, she would have worn some kind of hoops or panniers under her fancy ball gown. which would have been significantly fancier than the new adaptation is making it and needed the support and can you tell how hard I am side-eyeing the designers
in a fairytale it doesnât matter so much. Iâll concede that the movieâs not actually set in real-life 18th-century France, so they can do what they want. but itâs a trend I see a lot in historical fiction, too. Miss Whatsherface is a Liberated Strong Female Character and doesnât wear a corset! how shocking! how perfectly tailored to appeal to our modern sensibilities!
hereâs a truth-bomb: women wore corsets. most women didnât lace them at all tightly and some took them off upon returning home for the evening like we take off our bras today. nevertheless, they did wear them, in almost every echelon of society. factory girls, servants, farmers, sex workers, artists, aristocrats, the earliest female politicians and doctors- almost all women. the only time Iâve seen âliberated woman doesnât wear corsetsâ done well was with a character in the Artistic Reform dress movement started by pre-Raphaelite artists in the late 1800s. and then the author actually did research to reflect that Artistic Reform was more than just not wearing corsets
most women also wore skirts most or all of the time (with notable exceptions like Amelia Bloomer, Anne Lister, and other singluar ladies who defended their right to pants). many also wore hoop-skirts, panniers, or crinolines. and guess what? they were still badass.
Ada Lovelace made her groundbreaking mathematical discoveries in the dorky balloon sleeves and puffy skirts of the 1830s
Madame C.J. Walker became the first black female millionaire in the US and ran her beauty empire in bustle skirts and corsets
Mary Shelley invented science fiction in stays and an Empire-waisted dress. Charity Bryant and Sylvia Drake got commonlaw married and wrote reams of poetry in the same
Dr. Shih Meiyu got her medical degree from the University of Michigan in a corset, as did Dr. Kang Cheng at the same time
these women were products of their time aesthetically and we shouldnât have to divorce them from that or denigrate it to appreciate their accomplishments. the same holds true for historical fiction. if your female character canât be just as strong dressed in the typical clothing of the era, you need to go back to the drawing board
( a post ES finale thing, obvious jake/mc cheese, totally pg )
He anticipates the knock -- you suspect, that itâs less anticipation and more hopefulness, but heâs smart and quick witted, so you give him some credit -- giving you a rather smug look two knocks in.
âBack so soon? I knew I was good, but damn Princess, youâre really fanning the flames of my ego,â He says, words rolling of his tongue with ease. Any other day, you would match his wit, perhaps, give a push for shove.
Today is not any other day.
(The bitter, fearful part of you says âIt stopped being any other day too long ago,â)
He notices of course, the beat of hesitation, the way you swallow a little too long. The crinkle in your eyes.
âActually, I think my ego can take an off day. Whatâs up?â You appreciate it, the way his tone softens, but it also makes you feel like your fragility has been brought to the surface.Â
âI. Um. I donât know, where do I begin?â You manage in a bitter laugh, eyes flickering away from him. The words come out faster than you intended and you suck your lower lip between your teeth before you slow yourself down again and say âI canât.... I canât stop thinking about Diego how.. how he was right there. I had him right there and then, I guess I didnât.â
âAnd- and Grace, and Raj and it feels like everyoneâs getting picked off right before my eyes and.. I just wanted to be with someone tonight so I donât wake up feeling like Iâm the last one left and I did nothing about it,â
Jake blinks back at you slowly, his expression gradually softening before tentatively, he reaches a hand out for yours. âI donât know, I charge by the hour for my stellar company,â He says softly and you manage a snort, to which he grins.
âThatâs unfortunate, all I have on me is grime and a crumpled chewing gum wrapper,â You mention, letting him tug you towards him until he has an arm snaked around you and his nose buried in your hair.Â
âItâs okay, I think I can give you a special one time offer. Because well,â He pecks your forehead. âI like you, and stuff,â
You pull back and give him a wet looking smile and his resolve weakens, a small crease forming between his brows. âAnd.. Iâm not promising weâll find scruffy with a side of lovable of the rest tomorrow, or perhaps ever but, I can promise that Iâm not going anywhere,â
Despite yourself, you let out a sniffle. âThank you,â You murmur into his chest.Â
Somehow the two of you manage under the covers with half of your clothes on (for practical purposes, re: the heat) in under twenty minutes. Jakeâs breathing is calm and steady, and you recall the night on the mountains for a fleeting instance, tracing out the lines in his abdomen.
âTickles,â He murmurs sleepily, as if he hasnât got a hand stroking out your spine as he breathes the word.Â
âTough,â You murmur back, wriggling a little closer til his hair nearly tickles at your nose.Â
âNah,â He replies, letting his hand drift up til it delicately touches at the nape of your neck. âThis is one of the easiest things I can do, trust me,â You feel his lips brush against your head a moment later before he settles back down. âSweet dreams, Princess,â
so my useless ass checked my inbox and i swear i'll write once b99 comes back AND my mid years end so i'm both back in the flow and free to do so - so so sorry to keep y'all waiting!!
You donât even need to try to be the good person you already are, When you withdraw and cover yourself up like that, youâre actually just preventing people from seeing someone whoâs already beautiful.
B99 + Mafia AU: in which Jake and Amy are New Yorkâs Most Wanted⌠or so he thinks. Amyâs actually an undercover cop meant to take him down â except itâs a year into the assignment, her fake feelings for him are a bit too real, and she just canât imagine turning over this big misunderstood softie to the feds.
Jake is kingpin of the infamous McClanes, the mafia rumored to have ties with everyone from your average petty theft to the Pontiac Bandit. For Amy, being assigned to gain his trust, uncover the secrets of his criminal network, and ultimately throw him and his cronies in jail is a dream.Â
Itâs two months into the assignment and one month into their fake relationship when he finally starts to let her in. Sheâs ready to hear him name his next main accomplice, but sheâs not at all prepared for his speech on his Robin Hood way of thinking. Itâs messed up, itâs convoluted, but holy crud does it make her realize the world isnât all black or white.Â
Itâs ten months into the assignment and nine months into their fake relationship when he holds her close, wipes the blood from her temple, and says âI love youâ for the first time. Her response comes out almost instantly, and it scares her how easy it is to say it back, to feel it back.Â
Itâs twelve months into the assignment and eleven months into their fake relationship when the higher-ups decide itâs time to send someone else in.Â
âYou alright, babe? Whoâs the butthead I have to send a hitman out for?â
âMy boss.â
âGonna need some more details here, babe. You know my assassins arenât the brightest⌠Alright, paper and pen ready, whoâs your boss?â
âThe FBI.â
Props to @cassianperalta for linking me to this mafia au prompt and helping me come up with the story for this! Â
But also: this is an AU that I NEED. If any fic writers out there feel compelled to pick up this plot bunny, please feel free to do so! It seriously would make my entire day/month/year/life.
if the main guy in ex machina hadnât liked depeche mode so much he would have probably had a girlfriend and not wanted to fuck the robot so bad and none of the other events in the film would have happened. intriguing screenwriting that really makes you think
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