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ocean-irl · 4 years

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From Out of the Rain deserves more credit

There’s something haunting about old film. The grain blurring the figures, the cracking of spots on the frames, the feeling of looking into a bygone era. Something about it makes you uneasy, something you can’t quite put your finger on. You don’t give it much thought, but subconsciously you know: everyone you’re looking at is long dead. This is the closest you will ever come to seeing a ghost.

Ghosts have been used and overused as an instrument of storytelling. In many ways, From Out of the Rain is a typical ghost story: vengeful spirits cause unexplainable phenomena, murder locals. The ghosts in question, two overemotive sideshow performers, are not particularly scary. The episode stands out because at heart, it’s not about ghosts. It’s about the inevitability of death.

Unlike your standard horror movie monster, death and decay are universal fears. What was once vibrant and full of life becomes a shell, distorted by time. Without a life force, we become something else, something twisted. A live animal provokes love and adoration. A dead animal provokes revulsion and morbid fascination. With death comes being abandoned, unwanted, and forgotten.

To be forgotten is another universal fear, and avoiding this fate is the antagonists’ primary motivation. When film came along, sideshow performers weren’t wanted anymore. It’s tragic, really: they steal life forces because they want to have an audience, to feel appreciated. The alternative is being discarded and forgotten. They’re acting upon the human desire to be loved, in their own demented way.

From Out of the Rain ramps up the tension with two other common fears. It ventures into creepy circus territory, stopping just short of a killer clown (thank God). It also uses the fear of the unseen. The Night Travellers come out of the dark and the rain. You can barely see, and you don’t know what may be lurking in the shadows...

Many things make this episode work (life, the antidote to death, as the MacGuffin. A break from romantic subplots. More screen time for Ianto.) Many things make it not work (slow-motion shot of the flask flying through the air. In the end, the are two things that seal the deal, deviating from the typical Torchwood formula to make this episode stand out. First, the situation isn’t explained. What are these people? How do they preserve themselves in film? Is there any scientific explanation? Second, the episode has an open ending. The threat is still out there, waiting in untraceable rolls of film. That film could be corroding in a basement somewhere, or it could be at a yard sale near your home. As the episode ends, a final strain of music promises that the Night Travellers aren’t done yet...

Additional notes:

I liked the water-as-life symbolism. Without water, there is no life. This explains why they drain the moisture from their victims and is the basis for Pearl’s nautical theme. Great concept, poorly executed.

In S4E3, Esther quotes a Robert Frost poem: “I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain and back in rain.” It’s unclear whether the connection to this episode was intentional, but I liked it. If the episode title came from the poem, it’s a nice addition to the life/death theme.

Shortly after watching this episode, I hiked to an abandoned amusement park. The spooky feeling of both led me to reflect on this episode for a long time. It is, in my opinion, the scariest episode of Torchwood (with the possible exception of Countrycide).

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sweethazzababy · 6 years

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Orange Lights Pt 2

Plot: Y/N decides to get Harry back by scaring him with the one thing he’s the most frightened of...clowns.

Warnings: fluff, a little blurb, SMUT, SPOOKY

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N- Hello loves! I felt it was appropriate to add a Part 2 to this! This is also my first real one shot with smut, so I apologize if it’s bad or awkward. Another SPOOKY SEASON one shot, and more to come!! Please request ideas, I would love to receive feedback!! Enjoy :)

It’s been a week since Y/N and Harry finished putting the lights up and decorating the house, and the number of compliments they have gotten on their festive home is all thanks to Harry. He wanted to make sure every single thing was perfectly put in the right spot, and that no corner or space was ever too cluttered. And Y/N has to admit, it looks fantastic. The front porch looks absolutely adorable with pumpkins, lights, and hay bales while the inside has little accents of orange everywhere, including the sweet aroma of pumpkin spice candles.

It has also been a week since Harry decided to be mischievous and scare the living hell out of Y/N, wearing a stupid zombie mask. So naturally, Y/N decided to make a bit of fun out of it by planning on getting him back. If there is one thing that will frighten the pee out of him, it’s clowns. Harry despises clowns, and always shoves his face in Y/N’s shoulder if they are watching a horror movie that a clown appears. When they decided to watch the movie IT, much to Harry’s dismay, he was a mess. He wasn’t crying or anything, but he was terrified, holding a pillow to his face the entire time and even asked Y/N to be the big spoon that night going to sleep. It kind of made Y/N laugh, how someone like Harry could be so terrified of a creature on a screen. Regardless, Harry cuddled into her, back to her chest that night and he slept soundly.

Y/N’s idea might be too much, but the expression on Harry’s face will be priceless and she desperately wants to get him back after looking like a fool last week. She went to the store, and found a blow-up clown, a life sized one, and a scary one at that. In her mind, she pictures Harry walking into the bathroom to shower, only to find the creepy thing behind their shower curtain. Naked and afraid.

Right now, Harry is downstairs in the kitchen and this is her chance to set it up perfectly. She goes into her closet, where the clown is being hidden and slightly jumps when she opens the door, the clown is staring back at her. She’s gonna get him good. After wrestling to get the clown out of her closet, she tip toes over to the bathroom, not wanting to make too much ruckus. Opening the shower curtain, she places it right behind it, so when he opens it the clown will be right in his face. She giggles with excitement and walks back downstairs to Harry.

“Hey gorgeous,” Harry smiles when he sees her walking over to him all giddy. “Why d’yeh look so smiley? Not that I don’t love it, but why?” He asks, brows raising.

“Nothing really, just happy today.” Y/N smiles back, kissing his cheek. He blushes, a bashful look on his face. Despite dating for a few years now, Harry can’t help but still feel shy around her sometimes. She is just so perfect to him, he gets nervous, the butterflies never dying in his stomach.

“I love you.” Harry beamed, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk. All Y/N can think at the moment, is in a few minutes he might regret saying that.

“And I love you.” She responds, a small smirk forming on her face leaving a small peck on his lips.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, wanna join me babe?” Harry winks with a cheeky grin. Y/N bites her lip with anticipation, already imagining his face when he sees the surprise behind their shower curtain. Y/N nods eagerly and Harry takes her hand, leading the way up the staircase.

Once in the bedroom, Y/N tries to contain her giddy smile, not wanting to make it too obvious that something is up. Harry doesn’t notice however and walks into the bathroom starting to undress. Peeling of his t shirt and shorts, and remained in his underwear, he steps forward to open the curtain and start the shower.

Y/N stands behind him, tightening her lips from breaking into a laugh as she waits for the awaited scare. Taking the edge of the curtain, Harry slides it across the rod, the clown is revealed, inches away from his face.

“AHH HOLY SHIT!” Harry yells loud enough for the neighbors to hear, jumping and wrapping his arms around his head as a shield. Y/N immediately starts cackling, clutching her stomach at the sight of Harry half naked and frightened to the point where he could pee.

“OH MY GOD…” Harry yells again, still hiding his face from the blow up creature, as he crouches down bending his knees.

“B-babe..” Y/N says in between giggles.

“Not. Funny.” Harry muffles as his arms wrap around his knees, and she can see his body slightly trembling from his heart racing so fast.

“I-I’m sorry.” Her fit of giggles is consuming her, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She crouches down at his level and engulfs him in her arms to soothe his frightened state. Harry lifts his head up, and peers at her with a playful glare.

“I fuckin’ hate yeh.” He breathes with a chuckle, shaking his head. His chest is heaving, breath slightly ragged.

“It’s spooky season babe.” She retaliates, using his own words against him.

“Yeh got me good. Where on earth did yeh buy this?” He asks puzzled, hesitantly glancing up at the clown still placed in the shower.

“A Halloween store, what do you say we put him out front with the rest of our decorations? Or will you scream every time you step foot onto our porch?” Y/N teases, poking his dimple. At this point, they are both sitting on the bathroom floor half naked.

“Oh, fuck off will yeh.” He says, shrugging her hand off his shoulder the corner of his lips lifting.

“Payback’s a bitch Haz.” Y/N remarked, a proud smile on her face.

“He’s not gonna shower with us, right?” Harry jokes, a dramatically frightened expression on his face.

Y/N giggles, throwing her head back in laughter. Harry gets up from his crouched position and helps her up with him by taking her hands. He covers his eyes not wanting to be face to face with it, reaching out for the clown to remove it from the shower.

“You are so dramatic.” Y/N rolls her eyes at his antics.

“He’s scary!” Harry exclaims, a serious tone laced through his rasp.

After throwing the clown out of the bathroom, Harry turns his attention back to Y/N grabbing her by the waist and pushing her up against the bathroom door, his green eyes darkening with lust.

“Gonna pay for that babe.” Harry growls into her ear, nipping her earlobe and kissing the spot under it. He lightly trails his lips down her neck, grazing softly.

“Hmm, how are you gonna punish me?” Y/N says in a gasp, leaning her head against the door as his soft lips press open mouthed kisses along her throat and up to her mouth. Harry trails his hand down to her panties, slowly removing them, and then breaking away to remove his.

“You’ll see.” Harry moans lowly, picking her up by her thighs and moving them to the shower.

Harry pauses to turn the faucet on, hot water streaming his back as he turns back around to focus on Y/N. He attaches his mouth to hers, roughly moving his lips against hers with force, his tongue sneaking its way to meet hers. His hand is clutching her waist, the other grazing over her ass. She moans into him, as his hand caresses her ass.

He lifts her up so her back is against the wall and her legs are wrapped around his waist, his cock lightly rubbing against her core. His lips leave hers, trailing back down her neck, her collarbones, and finally wraps his lips around her nipple, sucking softly as his his hand pinches the other.

“You were a bad girl today.” Harry says deeply, peering up at her from her breasts. Y/N moans in response as his tongue flicks over her nipple, and he moves to her other nipple repeating the same.

Harry puts her down from the wall, trailing his hand softly down to her core rubbing her slit. His fingers find her clit, rubbing light circles and Y/N shudders. The moisture in the shower causes steam to arise, his slick body pressed up against hers.

“Mmmm so wet babe...” Harry groans, and Y/N leans her head back against the tiled wall. He pushes two fingers into her core, immediately making her moan loudly at the contact, the coldness of his rings pushing against her warm walls. Thrusting his fingers deep into her, his thumb pushes against her clit, rubbing fast circles.

Too soon, he removes his fingers and she groans from the loss of pleasure.

“You’re not gettin’ off that easy, love.” Harry takes his hand and wraps it around his cock, rubbing up and down along his shaft. “Get down on yeh knees for me.”

Y/N obeys, kneeling down and replacing his hand with hers. She pumps him slowly, rubbing the pad of her thumb against his tip. He breathes heavily, moaning. Y/N’s lips wrap around his tip, sucking softly as her hand continues to rub along his hard shaft, occasionally caressing his balls. Flicking her tongue against his sensitive tip, Harry moans again, pushing his hand into her hair.

“Let me fuck yeh mouth.” Harry breathes, his body shuddering at the way her lips wrap perfectly around his cock. She nods, and puffs her cheeks out as she takes him in inch by inch, sucking her lips against his shaft. Harry uses both hands to gently hold her head, thrusting into her mouth. The hot water is streaming down his chest, and the sight above her is godly.

“Mmm, yes babe fuck my mouth good.” Y/N murmurs against his shaft.

“Oh fuck.” Harry moans, closing his eyes at the sensation. Y/N moans in response, the vibrations of her lips around his cock shooting into his nerves. As he thrusts his cock into her mouth, her tongue runs up and down his shaft. Harry starts to move faster, and Y/N caresses his balls to help him move along.

“I-I’m gonna cum.” Harry groans. His tip hits the back of her throat, making him gasp and moan as you suck his cock. A few seconds later, he releases, the warm liquid shooting down your throat as you swallow and his body shudders, his eyes closed in bliss. As he comes down from his high, his eyes open and a goofy smile appears on his face, his hair dripping wet.

Y/N kisses his tip, and trails her lips up his stomach to his chest, kissing his neck to finally reach his lips. Harry kisses her softly, the taste of him remaining on her lips.

“I should scare you more often.” Y/N says, and Harry chuckles as he reaches for the soap and the lufa.

“That you should.” Harry replies, cheeklily smirking.

Halloween was definitely her favorite season now.

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fashiontrendin-blog · 6 years

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I Found Out Bronzer Is Dead, Panicked, and Tried 3 New Beauty Trends

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I Found Out Bronzer Is Dead, Panicked, and Tried 3 New Beauty Trends

Thanks for nothing to everyone who failed to mention that I should stop using bronzer. Although I get it: I’m the kind of person who will tell you you’ve got something in your teeth, yet I have a hard time bringing up visible boogers. I’m sure everyone’s intentions were good; my friends, kindly accustomed to letting me be my most me, probably didn’t have the heart to talk to me about my use of bronzer because they figured, so long as it wasn’t harming anyone, who cares?

I’ve used bronzer since high school. My gateway drug was Hoola, by Benefit. I still use it, though my touch and the resulting bronze effect has gotten considerably lighter. “Tan” used to be my year-round goal; I now prefer a seasonless “awake.” When doing a full formal face, I aim for “indulgently well-rested,” but no matter what, the goal is always to be perceived as under the influence of at least some Vitamin D.

About a year ago, I started realizing that bronzer was falling (or had fallen) out of fashion through little hints, subtle cues I began to pick up by way of public immersion. Instead, alongside the contour craze and lipliner mania, those in the beauty know on Instagram seemed to be making their lids glossy, adding faux freckles, and dialing up the highlighter so high that there are pages of memes dedicated to it.

Last week, after finally deciding I could no longer remain in my bronzer stasis, I decided to try all three of said IG beauty trends. Results below.

I’m pretty sure glossy lids just got replaced by sparkly eyeshadow in the hierarchy of beauty trends as of a few days ago thanks to the launch of Glossier’s Lidstar, but that in no way lessened the scary appeal of 2017’s glazed doughnut eyelid effect. I was committed to trying to ice my eyes.

Method: I stuck my finger in a bit of highlighter, swiped it over my lids, then layered Vaseline on top, from lash line to eyebrow.

Results: In person, I looked simultaneously sick and also kind of “striking,” not to brag. There is something both creepy and editorial about lids with a viscous sheen. In photos, however, I couldn’t get the same effect to come through. I tried all sorts of lighting and the best is what you see here, which is weird. There were gobs of crap on my lids. It was not subtle IRL.

Since all of this is for the ‘gram anyway (isn’t it, ultimately?) I decided this one was a big fat letdown. That said: I felt more moisturized than I have in a while. Good for bedtime glamour instead, maybe.

I have real freckles — a lot of them, but they live mostly dormant on my forehead and nose through winter. I miss them during this time and wish they’d make more of an appearance. When I found out that people were drawing on their spots, I wanted in.

Method: I tapped a brown eyeliner pencil over my natural, faded freckles, then added a few extra on my cheeks.

Results: In person, I felt extremely self-conscious. I looked like I had freckled myself for a Halloween costume. Haley saw me try them and said I looked “cute,” which I took as a euphemism for “devil clown.” My boyfriend said he didn’t notice at first, but once I was like, “I drew freckles on my face,” then stuck my face in his face, he could tell.

Turns out faux freckles wipe off easily, which is both good and bad? Imagine being on a date and blowing your nose, then imagine your date wondering what happened to the freckles you had literally five seconds ago. Kind of a fun party trick, I guess. Depends on what you’re into.

The bonus is that they looked pretty passable in photos, which means they’re perfect for Instagram. But as a reasonable bronzer replacement? Er, no.

When the Akhal Teke, named one of “the most beautiful horse breeds in the world,” became an icon of the Super High Highlighter Community, I knew that my standard highlighter application wasn’t cutting it by Instagram standards.

Method: You know the drill with highlighter: You apply it where light naturally hits your face. Per Instagram’s recommendations, you should also apply it to the tips of your nose, the inner corners of your eyes and under your eyebrows.

I did all of this, which wasn’t too foreign from my usual highlighter routine, only I added WAY more than usual and I used MAC’s Extra Diminish Skinfinish in ‘Soft Frost,’ which is not for the highlighter-averse.

Results: I felt like a shiny alien. But a few different people, including my therapist, swore that while they could tell definitely tell I was wearing highlighter (there’s no way to pretend this is natural), I didn’t look like I had a layer of icing on my cheekbones.

Clearly I didn’t use enough to get the highlighter effect to pop in a photo. I think, for that true look of a rainbow-y oil slick, you have to start with a far more neutralized canvas than I did, a.k.a. you have to mattify your skin with foundation first, then add the highlighter.

However, this was the one thing I tried that gave me the “refreshed” look I’ve been trying to squeeze out of my bronzer. The boring key is moderation. Since there’s no fun in that, my recommendation: try all three at once. Then let me know how you feel in the comments section.

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