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Disco dance
#last of my disco elysium posters#edit: added the version with the title under the cut#disco elysium#disco elysium fanart#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#harrier du bois#pete andre#andre#fanart#my art#digital art#dolores dei#soona the programmer#egghead#germaine van der wjik#featured
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( @nomadsamwill )
"How're you holding up?" Carn slid into the booth across from DJ, reaching forward to pluck a fry off of his plate and into their mouth before bunching up their apron in their hands and tossing it into the seat besides him. Fishing was - the family business, what kept them mostly afloat; but the diner was a solace of their own - mostly to chatter with their friends, who'd all picked up positions in the restaurant and ran it like a shoddily - kept ship. Kept them busy - gave them the extra cash needed for their expensive array of instruments. Mostly kept them busy, though. The tips weren't that good. "My break's over in like, fifteen minutes, so - you have me until then. Linus has called out for the third time this week - think he's got a serious case of lovebug right now. 'Fraid it's fatal this time - but nobody else grills a burger like he does, so I'm shit out of luck for lunch."
#––– ❛ carnelian st. germain 【 god's consolation prize / interactions. 】#––– ❛ carnelian st. germain 【 featuring didier st. germain. 】
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Il Cinema Ritrovato 2023: women who worry and men who don't
Someone just asked me if I were back from Bologna yet. Oops. I have been back home for over a week now, but I haven’t written anything about the festival. So here I am, to tell you what rocked my world at Il Cinema Ritrovato. This year I enjoyed a truly excellent programme, and some even more excellent company. Here are some of my highlights, of the silent variety.
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#Albert Samama Chikli#Belle Bennett#Ernst Lubitsch#featured#Germaine Dulac#Henry King#Il Cinema Ritrovato#Ivan Mosjoukine#Michael Powell#Oscar Wilde#silent film#Stella Dallas#Stephen Horne
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Au delà des accords, Gérald Germain propose la recherche d'un consensus large pour une solution à la crise
Au delà des accords, Gérald Germain propose la recherche d'un consensus large pour une solution à la crise.- #Juno7 #J7Aout2022
Au delà des accords, Gérald Germain propose de trouver un large consensus, en toute bonne foi, avec toutes les forces vives pour une sortie de crise et un retour à la normalité constitutionnelle.
Le professeur et économiste, Gérald Germain, lors d’une interview exclusive accordée à Juno7, a passé en revue les différentes facettes de la crise pluridimensionnelle qui ronge la société haïtienne dans…
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right here, for now — elisa de almeida
elisa de almeida x fem!reader
(a/n: something small and cute for the elisa girlies (as well as self-indulgence), probably some grammatical errors so keep your expectations low, but anyways, enjoy luvvies ^_^)
word count: 598
genre: fluff
As the year ended and the football season was slowly coming to a pause, you stood on the sidelines of the pitch along with your fellow PTs, bundled up in scarves and gloves, watching the ladies’ training session that taking place in the sharp winter chill, discussing the necessary next steps for the team before they split up for the winter break. Elisa with a slight limp, as she ran, had caught your eye (for a long while at that), hoping that she knew to come see you afterwards.
Once the session was over, the young Parisian was back in the clinic as you anticipated, a small sympathetic smile lifted your cheeks slightly as she greeted you.
“You’re quite a trooper, you know,” you said quietly as you washed your hands in the corner of the room, with Elisa humming in response, letting out a small laugh as she lay on the treatment couch. “But as I said before, please stop turning your hip inward,” you scolded her softly, sitting on your stool, eyes softening as you traced the features of her face.
“Practice was great, my love, thank you for asking,” she answered back sarcastically, you playfully hit her arm, knowing that she wasn’t supposed to address you as anything but your name.
Carefully peeling the kinesio tape off her left thigh that held up her hamstring. Rubbing oil onto her soft skin, you began massaging the muscle, letting her ramble on about formations for the next set of games coming up in late January.
“The Ajax game should be alright, considering–” she let out a small shriek as you were knuckle-deep in a tender spot on her thigh, she watched your movements, glancing at the club crest on your top.
You remain unfazed as your eyebrows furrowed, examining the spot, “you didn’t tell me about this before,” you looked at her apologetically, soothing her thigh “with that, you mentioned that your calf was causing you some issues?” you questioned Elisa.
She nodded as her face lit up with a playful smile, “yeah but this was at home, not here at the clinic,” she teased, combing a hand through her hair.
“So technically, this is new information to you.” you both said in unison, with you letting out a small chuckle. Your face quickly dropped as you scrutinised her calf, seeing how tight it was, raising an eyebrow as you questioned her again.
“Elisa.” You perked up, she noticed your change in demeanour, making her sit up slightly. “Have you been doing the stretches I showed you?” you eyed her, quite serious and sombre, as you waited for an answer.
The Saint-Germain player looked up at the fluorescent lighting, scratching the back of her neck, she could feel your eyes on her. The silence for what felt like minutes which was only a couple of seconds, was all you needed as an answer. You sighed as you spun around once on the stool, thinking of whether to lecture her or to make a joke, Elisa interrupted your thoughts.
Your girlfriend quietly watched you contemplate, “I know but before you lecture me, the calf pain just never crosses my mind, I’ve gotten used to it,” she looked on at you regretfully as you frowned at her, “I promise, once we’re back from our trip, I’ll do them properly.” she held out her pinky finger as a promise, knowing that you couldn’t be upset for long.
A comforting smile appeared on your face as you interlocked your pinky with her, your matching bracelets tinkled together.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
#elisa de almeida#elisa de almeida x reader#woso x reader#elisa de almeida imagines#woso imagine#baeksqt writes
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Wednesday 100: Thanksgiving Double Feature
Grateful
Claire was cleaning her instruments when she realized it was the fourth Thursday of November. She hadn’t thought about Thanksgiving in quite some time; were they in the 1960s, she and Bree would have made a small meal to celebrate. Here and now, they had their whole family and Claire was more grateful than ever. So, she asked that Mrs. Bug and Lizzie go all out with dinner that day. She sent Ian on a turkey hunt, Marsali helped clean the bird while Fergus chased the children, and Bree and Roger were in charge of decorating the table with wildflowers.
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Thankful
Claire told Jamie the tradition of Thanksgiving and as he sat at the head of their table, he knew exactly what he was thankful for. The room was loud — Marsali and Bree were sharing the latest Ridge gossip, Fergus and Ian were exchanging lewd jokes, and Roger was telling the children the story of the first Thanksgiving (save Germain who chose to partake in his Papa’s conversation instead). Jamie never took his eyes off Claire and her gaze held him in return. How long had they dreamed of this? Her eyes shone with satisfaction and he prayed they always would.
#outlander#jamie x claire#my fic#wednesday100#season 5 happy times on the ridge#season 5#fraser family feels
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I'm gonna keep on drawing as a read The Legend of Luke. It's been many years since I read it. The response to it has been beautiful and wonderful. You guys have been brightening my day and making me laugh. <3
Reading the second chapter where they conspire a false trial to remind Martin of all he's done for them and that he is allowed to go to a home he barely remembers... ugh. I was nearly weeping.
Also shout out to Trimp for her stellar descriptions of the characters. The ancient huge badger (Bella). The tiniest, frailest, oldest mouse she'd ever seen (Germaine) and Martin as "the sturdy beast with strong features and friendly tone" and that she liked all three of them immediately. I was cackling
I like to think that she immediately recognized a fellow northerner.
#the plan tomorrow is to draw Skip and Amber and Bella before work#idk if I'll succeed#and then Martin getting arrested by dibbuns#tangent but my brother and his wife are gonna have their first child in sept#and I told him I would be Dibbs (gender neutral) and the child would be my dibbun#as a fellow redwaller he loved it#anyway have a good night all and I'll see u around#thanks again for reading and enjoying my art#means a lot and makes it really fun to post
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Auld Lang Syne
Okie I lied, one more CV fanart for the end of 2023! (Also I still need to do Maria Renard fanart at some point so far from last CV fanart lol. Not before my Blasphemous fanarts though!)
What a better way to celebrate New Year's Eve than some Aeon and Saint Germain fanart! It always saddened me how Saint Germain never got a cool Ayami Kojima mural painting, so I decided why not make a fun art study/tribute piece featuring Aeon and Saint Germain! Treated it like an oil painting study given I'm currently painting on mouse.
Aeon was difficult because the mission was to essentially reimagine how he would have looked if he had been designed by Ayami Kojima from the beginning as opposed to Takashi Obata! To sync with Saint Germain (Edwardian gentleman's attire), Aeon now has more of a semi historically accurate look to his clothes (1849 Victorian gentleman's evening tuxedo)! Also his Clockblade lacks a chain now due to imagining he would dimensionally manifest his weapon!
I'm super happy I could conclude the Year of the Rabbit with this art, and I'm very excited to begin the new year with much more!
Happy New Year! :D
#castlevania aeon#castlevania saint germain#aeon#saint germain#aeon castlevania#saint germain castlevania#castlevania#castlevania judgment#castlevania curse of darkness#castlevania fanart#ayami kojima#ayami kojima castlevania
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If it’s not rude of me, I’d like to ask how is Ayato the favorite in Japan among fans?
I’d always assumed it was Shuu, since he consistently ranked first in the polls and that Ayato was the favorite among the people who don’t play the games but buy merch, so that’s why he got a push in merch. I do not mean to offend, I quite like Ayato, I’m just curious.
(I apologize if my English is bad, it’s not my first language.)
// Shu has more active and sociable stans, Ayato has more solo and private stans in Japan. Popularity polls never really show how popular a character truly is because 1) you can vote once a day everyday in some cases, 2) it’s not that hard sending a link to your friends/followers in order to vote for your favorite character and 3) not everyone votes. I’ve never even seen any DL character get close to even 10k votes and I’m sure all of them have over 1 million fans. I mean… Just take a look at Piofiore's Dante, who came in first in the popularity poll, although Yang and Nicola are much more well-liked. The same is true for Lupin from C:R; even though he tops the polls, Van Helsing and Saint-Germain are all the rage. If we interpret it that way, Kou won the 2022 poll too, right? Ayato also won the 2017 Rejet shop poll, which took place in Tokyo.
Shu is still indeed very popular in the Japanese DL fandom, but Ayato is more popular in the Japanese otoge fandom and with locals. Sometimes you’ll find Shu merch a bit more expensive than Ayato’s one, other times you’ll find Ayato more expensive than Shu. It simply depends on how the sellers view the situation.
Another possibility is that Shu’s stans aren’t as active as they were in the past since things change or Ayato just had a huge DL fans boost. I know votes aren’t everything but the fact fans voted Ayato’s CD as the best Daylight one and also won best overall CD drama in 2022, surprised me a lot because I, at least, never found his CD dramas particularly good.
I made a post about this once, and as I said, it started off as a joke but Ayato is truly an IT boy, lol. A famous idol cosplayed him once… that should say it all. In 2020, people recommended him so much that he ended up co-starring at “Nino-san”, a program held by Kazunari Ninomiya, a national idol as well. I don’t know how, since he’s literally 40 years old, but he somehow knew who Ayato was and even smiled when he saw him. Moreover, the interviewer literally went to a stranger and interviewed her, then she started shaking and laughing when she saw Ayato and even admitted being his fan. That, imo, shows how HUGE Ayato must me, if even random people know who he is and bias him too.
I don’t think any Diaboy could ever be more known and loved than Ayato is outside of the DL fandom but that’s not because of his character or anything like that, but due to his unbeatable visuals. You’ll see a lot of people saying that his face is ideal/perfect/desirable, as seen here, and they’re not even joking. Most people find Ayato the most good-looking one there because he is the closest to their beauty standard. Don’t get me wrong, everyone is very handsome; Shu has one of the most liked designs too but the reason why his visuals are not more praised than Ayato’s ones is because he looks too western. Japanese people are fascinated by western features but they don’t want to look like that; the majority would prefer someone that fits their ideal of beauty more. Ayato has canonically big eyes, a small face but not too small, long dark lashes, a youthful and quite androgynous face but that still shows some masculinity, a slender yet muscular body, above average height (170cm) but not too tall. That’s what makes him visually perfect.
To sum it up, all DL characters still have their fans but due to the fact that a lot of other otome games came out, they lost some hype they used to have. Ayato still manages to be the most talked about, praised and trending character at the moment merely because of his visuals, since that’s what sets him apart. Him being super pretty makes otoge fans and locals bias him, so they desire his merch, plus he got a big amount of DL fans too. Is he the most popular in the jp DL fandom? Idk, I don’t think anyone could truly measure that. Is he the most popular DL character there? Yes.
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Pleasant Green Universe - All audios
A small list of all the audios in the Pleasant Green Universe as created by Julian Simpson.
The order of this post doubles as the recommended listening order if you want to follow the story chronologically (for as far as that is possible).
All of the links in this list link to their most official sources, and are all free to listen to. Some platforms like that of the BBC Sounds offer a download option so you can listen to them offline. Soundcloud links all lead to Julian Simpson's official Soundcloud.
Please let me know if a link is broken or if an item is no longer available and I will try my best to get it fixed.
Episode 1: Fragments
Episode 2: The Listener
Episode 3: Bad Memories
Episode 4: Kokomo
Episode 5: Fugue State
Episode 1: Mythos
Episode 2: Glamis
Episode 3: Albion
The Lovecraft Investigations: Season One: The case of Charles Dexter Ward
Episode 1
Episode 2
Episode 3
Episode 4
Episode 5
Episode 6
Episode 7
Episode 8
Episode 9
Episode 10
The Lovecraft Investigations: Season Two: The Whisperer in Darkness
Episode 1
Episode 2
Episode 3
Episode 4
Episode 5
Episode 6
Episode 7
Episode 8
Feed Disrupted *
Urgent update from Kennedy Fisher
*When downloaded from the BBC Sounds webpage using its download feature, the episode will show up as an mp3 file called 'Episode 8'. This is not incorrect. It is a different episode and is titled as such to make sense in-universe.
The Lovecraft Investigations: Season Three: The Shadow over Innsmouth
Episode 1: Footsteps
Episode 2: Haumea
Episode 3: Apartment 6
Episode 4: Melusine
Episode 5: Harlequin
Episode 6: Saint Germain
Episode 7: Rubaiyat
Episode 8: Pleasant Green
Bonus Episode 1: The Somerton Man
Bonus Episode 2: Who is Mary Lairre?
Bonus Episode 3: Heawood and Kennedy
Who is Aldrich Kemp?
Chapter 1: Clara Page
Chapter 2: Themis House
Chapter 3: The Black Windmill
Chapter 4: The Spirit of The Age
Chapter 5: Kholat Syakhl
Who killed Aldrich Kemp?
Chapter 1: Funeral in London
Chapter 2: The Man Who Sold The World
Chapter 3: Liberty Flights
Chapter 4: The Murder Clowns
Chapter 5: Bogata
The Lovecraft Investigations: Season Four: The Haunter of the Dark
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Episode 3
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ALDRICH KEMP AND THE ROSE OF PAMIR
A third series has been announced with a release date aiming for late 2024. Julian Simpson has predicted writing will take up the majority of the Spring, and hopes to record it over the Summer. The title is a working title which Julian has revealed in his latest blog update. In his own words he hopes the story to be 'a rollicking adventure featuring cat-burglars, secret maps, Nazis, underwater treasure and the requisite amount of tea and violence.' The season is currently being written and he remains hopeful on the predicted schedule.
BAD MEMORIES: FILM
On December 31st 2023 Julian Simpson revealed on the CartoonGravity website that the title of the Pleasant Green film that they're currently developing is going to be titled 'Bad Memories', after the standalone story of the same name.
This post was last updated on: February 29th 2024
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disco furlysium. sorry.
[id in alt text and under the cut--sketches also under the cut!]
[ID: A Disco Elysium fancomic featuring Kim Kitsuragi and Harry Du Bois portrayed as cartoony animal people. Kim is a black cat and Harry is a brown dog.
Panel One: Kim and Harry are standing next to one another. Harry is holding a flashlight.
Panel Two: Harry turns on the flashlight, and Kim leaps for the beam of light that results with a wide-eyed expression.
Panel Three: The flashlight has been turned off. Kim is on the floor with a defeated expression, and Harry looks at him with a neutral expression.
A Disco Elysium fancomic featuring Kim Kitsuragi and Harry Du Bois portrayed as cartoony animal people. Kim is a black cat and Harry is a brown dog.
Panel One: Kim, smiling, holds a hand up for an Ace's High.
Panel Two: Kim, still smiling, waits for Harry to reciprocate. Harry looks at Kim's hand with some confusion.
Panel Three: Accompanied alongside text that reads: "Thought Gained: Ace's High(?)", Harry leans his head over so he can be pet. He is smiling and his tail is wagging. Kim's expression has gone from smiling to confused.
A drawing of Andre (aka Pete Andre), Egg Head (aka Germaine van der Wijk), and Noid (aka Karl Holtzmann) as a wolf pack. Andre is smiling and waving, Noid has a thoughtful closed-eyes expression, and Egg Head is cheering in the back. Tiago, as a cat, is in the rafters. Soona Luukanen-Kilde, as a rabbit, is at her radiocomputer with an annoyed expression.
A drawing of Acele Berger as a (silver) bird with a neutral expression, Lawrence Garte as a bird (skua) with an annoyed expression, and Klaasje Amandou as a cat with a cigarette in her hand and a smile.
A drawing of Elizabeth Beaufort as a cat with a neutral expression, Ruby the Instigator as a (lone) wolf with a determined expression, and Titus Hardie as a (guard) dog with a smug expression. /end ID]
#contra art#comic#fanart#disco elysium#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#disco elysium fanart#de fanart#harrier du bois#kimharry#harrykim#also featuring the speedfreaks and soona and tiago and garte and klaasje and elizabeth and ruby and titus. good lird
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( @frvrwriting )
He'd made the effort to bike to Yvette's - despite the ice on the roads, the still - melting snow, the early - morning chill that left their nose practically frozen. Maybe he should've called first - usually had the foremind to do so - but every sensible thought in his brain had been knocked loose on their asses. Anxiety in hand with an uncharacteristic carelessness, like all their limbs had numbed and all he could do was helplessly flail about. He knew he'd wanted to go to Yvette's - so he'd simply just gone, using the spare key to let himself into her home, still far too early in the morning for most to reasonably be up. But now that he was inside - he didn't know what to do. Go wake her up? Carn didn't like to step into their siblings' bedrooms - felt too invasive, even after years of living in a cramped houseboat together. Instead - Carn busied himself with rifling through her fridge, taking it upon himself to cook a breakfast for the two of them; noise levels lost on them in all their concentration.
#––– ❛ carnelian st. germain 【 god's consolation prize / interactions. 】#––– ❛ carnelian st. germain 【 featuring yvette st. germain. 】#sry fr the no dialogue bt.
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Every woman knows that, regardless of all her other achievements, she is a failure if she is not beautiful. She also knows that whatever beauty she has is leaving her, stealthily, day by day. Even if she is as freakishly beautiful as the supermodels whose images she sees replicated all around her until they are more familiar than the features of her own mother, she cannot be beautiful enough. There are bits of her that will not do, her knees, her feet, her buttocks, her breasts. Even if all these are fine and flawless, she knows she has guts full of decomposing food; she has a vagina that smells and bleeds. She is human, not a goddess or an angel. However much body hair she has, it is too much. However little and sweetly she sweats, it is too much. Left to her own devices she is sure to smell bad. If her body is thin enough, her breasts are sad. If her breasts are full, her arse is surely too big.
– Germaine Greer (1999) The Whole Woman, pp. 23-4.
#germaine greer#the whole woman#patriarchy#feminism#radical feminism#beauty industry#biological reality#womanhood#lilac posts#ageism
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"Ponyboi" Sundance 2024 Events
Screening Times
January 19, 2024
Variety & Golden Globes Party
At the event, Variety will present its Breakthrough Awards, which highlight the next generation of exceptional talents in front of the camera. This year’s recipients include Dylan O’Brien who stars in “Ponyboi,” Normani who stars in “Freaky Tales,” Maddie Ziegler who stars in “My Old Ass” and Justice Smith who stars in “I Saw the TV Glow” and “The American Society of Magical Negroes” at the festival. Presenters include Megan Park, Maisy Stella, Victoria Pedretti, River Gallo and Brigette Lundy-Paine.
River Gallo will be presenting Dylan his Breakthrough Actor Award.
IndieWire Studio Presented by Dropbox
Starting Friday, January 19, the IndieWire Studio will showcase discussions with actors like Lucy Liu (“Presence”), Julia Fox (“Presence”), Jason Schwartzman (“Between the Temples”), Riley Keough (“Sasquatch Sunset”), Kieran Culkin (“A Real Pain”), Dominic Fike (“Little Death”), Saoirse Ronan (“The Outrun”), Renate Reinsve (“Handling the Undead”), Dylan O’Brien (“Ponyboi”), Victoria Pedretti (“Ponyboi”), and more.
January 19, - 21. 2024
Variety Studio Presented by Audible
Beginning Friday, January 19, running through Sunday, January 21, the Variety Studio, presented by Audible, will feature interviews with industry-leading directors and top talent from the films premiering at the Sundance Film Festival.
Additionally, talent and creators from the following projects will also participate in the interview studio: “Sue Bird: In The Clutch,” “The American Society of Magical Negroes,” “Sasquatch Sunset,” “Presence,” “The Outrun,” “Little Death,” “Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story,” “Krazy House,” “Ponyboi,” “Chrissy & Dave Dine Out,” “A Different Man,” “Exhibiting Forgiveness” and “Your Monster.”
Collider & Film.io Media Studio
This year we’re thrilled to announce we’ve booked some major talent for our Media Studio, including Kristen Stewart, Ed Harris, Katy O’Brian, Dave Franco, Alicia Silverstone, Riley Keough, Melissa Barrera, David Schwimmer, Jena Malone, Jason Schwartzman, Kelvin Harrison Jr., Dylan O’Brien, Victoria Pedretti, Carol Kane, Brittany O’Grady, Leslie Grace, Sasha Calle, June Squibb, Fred Hechinger, Maddie Ziegler, and loads more. Just a handful of the films and events we’ll be celebrating include Rose Glass’s Love Lies Bleeding, Your Monster, Lolla: The Story of Lollapalooza, Ponyboi, Between the Temples, and many more.
January 20, 2024
"Ponyboi" Word Premiere
Cast Party for Ponyboi
Chase Sapphire on Main, 573 Main St., Park City, 6:30-9 p.m.
Filmmaker Esteban Arango joins his cast members Dylan O’Brien, Victoria Pedretti, Indya Moore and River Gallo for a celebration. Event only available to Sapphire Reserve cardmembers who purchased VIP packages through Ultimate Rewards.
January 21, 2024
SAGindie Actors Only Brunch
Cafe Terrigo, 424 Main St., Park City, 11 a.m.-1 p.m.
The 27th annual installment, a private, invitation-only event, will host Melissa Barrera (Your Monster), Jay Ellis (Freaky Tales, Sue Bird: In the Clutch), Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor (Exhibiting Forgiveness), River Gallo (Ponyboi), Theo Germaine (Desire Lines), Katy O’Brian (Love Lies Bleeding), Maddie Ziegler (My Old Ass), Dylan O’Brien (Ponyboi), Jena Malone (Little Death, Love Lies Bleeding).
Sources: variety.com, hollywoodreporter.com, variety.com, collider.com & indiewire.com
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Ptolemae
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)
Author’s note: I was listening to Ethel Cain the entire time while writing this and it shows
Summary: “Rage is not to be avoided, diminished, belittled. Rage is God. Better believe my rage is steeped in love.” — Shira Erlichman, as quoted in Jacqui Germain’s When the Ghosts Come Ashore [3.8k]
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, canonical type violence, PTSD symptoms, probably incorrect wound care, angst, feminine rage bordering on insanity (my favorite)
It takes you a full forty-eight hours to approach the soldiers in the center of what's left of the city. They've set up tents and medical sites among the rubble. They're calling themselves the Federal Disaster Response Agency or FEDRA. Their uniforms are identical to the one the woman who was ready to shoot you was wearing. They carry assault rifles and yell orders out, every so often burying a bullet in some Infected's head as they approach the camp. You don't trust them, but then again, you didn't trust many people before the world went to shit. You would've stayed outside the makeshift fence longer, but the graze on your arm is only getting worse, and Jane is only getting hungrier. You can't keep being stubborn when she's relying on you to keep her safe.
You tuck your gun and knife into the very bottom of your backpack, hoping the supplies and half-open gauze packages will distract them long enough to conceal your weapons. Jane watches your movements quietly and curiously. You glance between her and the camp beyond the treeline you're hiding in. She looks like she's aged three years in the past few days, dirt and fear hollowing her features in a way you've never seen before. You smile half-heartedly as you put your hands on her arms and squeeze.
"Hey," you say gently. "It's gonna be okay. We just need to go down there and tell them we need help, just like we practiced. Can you show me what you do?" You ask, and she raises her little hands to show she's unarmed. She's shaking. You can't tell if it's from hunger or fear. You don't know if it matters.
"My name is Jane Eloise. I'm five years old. I'm not sick, and I don't have anything that could hurt you." She says, and you nod.
"That's right. Good job. And then, let Mommy do all the talking, okay? Once they get us all processed, they'll take us wherever they've been taking people all day, and we'll be able to get you some food."
"What about you?" She asks. Jane knows you haven't been eating or sleeping. You gave her all three of the meal packs in the tactical backpack, and she's heard you curse under your breath when you tried to change your bandage. Still, you smile and tuck her tangled hair behind her ears.
"I won't ever leave your side. I'll be right here, holding your hand, and if you're feeling scared, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and I'll take all your fear away," you say, grabbing her hand. "Wanna try?" You ask, and she smiles as she squeezes you with all her might. You make a goofy face, and she laughs for the first time in three days. It sounds like music. Once she's done squeezing your hand, you smile. "So, when you do that, you shouldn't be scared anymore. You should only feel strong and brave. Can you show me a brave face?" You say. She flexes her muscles and mean mugs you until you laugh at her commitment to the bit.
"Did I look scary, Mommy?" She asks, stepping into your arms, and you nod.
"Scariest kid on the block," you say as you hug her. For a moment, the only thing in the world that matters to you is her heartbeat against yours. It's steady and perfect and made from half of you. The consistent thumping gives you enough strength to stand, carry her in your arms, and walk down to where the FEDRA soldiers are stationed.
You're slow and careful as you come down the hill. If you run to them, yelling for help, they'll put a bullet in you without a second thought. They'll think you're sick if you act desperate like that. So you move like you're treading on ice, but even then, ten different guns point in your direction, and you swallow down your fear as you put the hand not carrying Jane in the air. She does the same.
"Stop right there." A FEDRA soldier yells once you're a few hundred feet away. You put Jane down and show them you're unarmed. All the soldiers look identical, with heavy tactical gear, menacing weaponry, and helmets protecting their skulls. Jane reaches for your hand and squeezes hard. You swallow around the lump of bile in your throat and find your voice.
"We're not sick!"
"Names!" One of them yells. Jane immediately launches into her rehearsed speech with one hand above her head and the other tucked in yours. You take a deep breath and tell them your name once she's done.
"I'm her mother. We need help." You say. The soldiers look at each other for several long seconds before lowering their weapons and approaching you. Jane squeezes your hand again and steps back into your body. One soldier removes his helmet and drops to the ground to show Jane that he's just a man. He's got kind eyes and dirt stuck to his skin, but he manages a gentle smile for Jane. You wonder how he would treat you if you didn't have a kid.
"We're gonna take you and your mom to that tent over there to get you checked out," he says, pointing to the tent beside the barely standing fence. "Once the doctors say you're okay, we can take you to a shelter with lots of food and water. Does that sound good?" He asks, and Jane nods hesitantly. The soldier glances between you and Jane before rising to his feet again and leveling you with a look, his grip adjusting on his gun. She's not a threat, he's saying. But you are. "Ladies, first." He gestures toward the tent, his tone starkly different than the one he used with Jane. Your jaw clenches, but you do as you're told. He follows closely behind as you walk over to the tent, the metal of his gun clanking against his gear. It sounds like bones rattling. You do your best to hide the shakiness in your step and keep the hand Jane's holding steady.
He follows you inside the tent, closing the flaps for some semblance of privacy. There's no medical gear inside, just a scary-looking table. Something squishes under your shoes, and you make a conscious effort not to look down at the damp ground as you turn and look at the soldier. "Put your bag down," he orders. You let go of Jane's hand to slowly slide the backpack from your shoulders and place it on the table. His eyes widen as he recognizes the tactical bag. "Where did you get this?"
"I found it in the woods while we were hiding," you lie, squaring your shoulders as he eyes you suspiciously. "Nobody was around, and I thought it could have stuff we needed in it."
"So, you just found and took a military-issued bag and didn't think anything about it?"
"No offense, soldier, but I don't think theft is the worst thing to come out of the past few days." You say, and he squints at you like he's trying to figure out if he believes you. His gun clicks against his gear as you stare each other down.
"I need to know you're not bitten before I can let you go any further," he moves on, and you feel your shoulders drop in relief. You remember seeing those things mercilessly attacking people, ripping their faces off, or chewing on flailing limbs. If getting bitten is how this is spreading, who got bit first? Who started this? The soldier looks down at Jane. "Can you wait outside while I talk to your mommy?" He asks, and you put a hand on Jane's shoulder before she can move.
"She's not going anywhere." You dig your heels in, and you watch his jaw tighten.
"I didn't think you'd want your kid in here when I asked you to strip to check for bite marks."
"The world fucking ended, and you think I'm going to trust you people with my kid after you dropped bombs on us?" You ask, tucking Jane behind you. You've done it so many times in the past few days that it feels natural, putting yourself between her and a threat. "She's staying with me."
"Fine, but I still need you to strip." He sighs, exasperated. You're pulling your arms through your jacket before he can even finish his sentence.
"I'd love nothing more, Waters." You spit, glancing down at the name tag on the front of his uniform. You throw your jacket down on the table holding your backpack, and he freezes when he sees the gauze on your arm. He doesn't move as you pull your shirt over your head to reveal the scrapes and asphalt burns from fighting the infected guy outside your apartment. Your legs don't look much better, the skin broken and stained red. Jane gasps once she sees the cuts and bruises for the first time, and the sound makes you want to cry. Waters gestures with his gun at the bandage on your arm.
"Take it off," he orders. With shaking hands, you peel the gauze back, the graze immediately bleeding and making you hiss as the air hits it. Your hands clench into fists as he looks at it intently. Once he's satisfied, he nods and hands you a new package of gauze. "What happened?"
"We got caught up in the bombings. Cut my arm on a piece of shrapnel." You say as he checks you for anything else that could be a bitemark. Once he's done circling your half-naked body, he clears his throat and turns his back to you so you can redress. You do quickly and painfully, your skin seemingly protesting against the sudden stretching. You ignore the scrapes across your shoulders breaking open, coating the back of your shirt in blood as you pull it over your head. He doesn't turn around until he hears your pants zip back up. You're quietly grateful he decided to be respectful when he could once he decided you weren't a threat anymore.
"You've been out there since the bombings?" He asks, and you nod. He looks at Jane before looking at you again. "And her? She's not sick?"
"If she were, we'd both be dead." You're shocked by the cruelty in your voice, but you don't flinch. Waters gives you a look before moving to your bag and searching through it. If he sees your weapons at the bottom, he doesn't take them or indicate that he knows about them. He zips up your bag and hands it back to you.
"Welcome to the Quarantine Zone."
The shelter isn't even half-full when you get there. What was a high school has since been turned into a home base for any survivors who made it past the FEDRA screenings. They give you a hot meal, blankets, toothbrushes, and a change of clothes. There are no showers, but you're just grateful to get the taste of blood out of your mouth. You and Jane set up your stuff on two little beds next to each other in the corner of an old classroom, your bed closest to the door. There are maybe ten other occupied beds in the room with you. Maybe.
You don't know why, but you search the wartorn faces for your ex. You haven't seen or spoken to Matt since Jane was a few months old, and even then, your last conversation was not one you'd care to relive. Still, part of you had hope that he'd be alive and safe. He's still Jane's father. But you don't find him. You don't see anyone you recognize as you and Jane walk to the medical tent in the old gym. An older woman with bloody scrubs and a clipboard greets you.
"Hey there. What do you need today?" She asks, surprisingly cheerful, and you glance around at the medical supplies.
"I just need some surgical glue. Do you have any?" You say, and she gives you a look before digging around in a bin. She finally comes up with some, and you let out a relieved sigh. "Can I use some? I'll give it right back." You ask. Someone gasps behind you before she can open her mouth to say anything. You quickly pull Jane closer to your body and feel your fists clench as you turn to see who's behind you. When your brain catches up to the fact that an Infected is not rushing toward you, you see Mr. Lowery standing there. Jane wiggles from your arms and runs to him, an excited noise leaving her.
"Jane, oh my goodness. I'm so happy to see you," he says, his gentle teacher voice not wavering even in the apocalypse. You let out a shaky breath as you leave the medical table and walk over to them. Adam says your name in the same breathless tone once he realizes you're there, too, and throws his arms around your shoulders. You yelp in pain as his hand grazes your open wounds, and he quickly lets go of you. "I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? I didn't-"
"It's fine. Just sore," you shake your head once you see the worried look in Jane's eyes. "I'm glad you're safe, Adam."
"Yeah, you too. You're the first parent I've seen since I got here." He says sadly. You try not to think too hard about what that means and swallow around the lump in your throat.
"Ma'am, do you still need help?" The woman you were talking to earlier walks over, the surgical glue still in her hand, and you nod.
"Yeah, I just need to borrow that." You say, pointing at the bottle in her hand.
"I don't feel comfortable letting someone untrained use medical supplies like this."
"Oh, she's not untrained. She's pre-med. Right? Weren't you studying for the MCATs?" Adam asks, and you press your lips into a line as you nod. The woman looks between you and the gauze on your arm with a cocked eyebrow.
"Why don't you let me look at it?"
"No, it's really okay. It's not that deep."
"I'm only gonna ask nicely once." She says with the same stern, concerned tone you use for Jane. You sigh and grab Jane's hand, but she stands her ground.
"Mommy, can I stay with Mr. Lowery? I really, really missed him." She asks with praying hands tucked under her chin. Your heart lurches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as you search for an answer.
"I can watch her while you get checked out if you want. We'll stay right here. We won't go anywhere." Adam offers, and you fight the urge to snatch Jane from his arms and yell at him to shut up.
"Please?" Jane begs, making her vowels extra long to plead her case. You take a deep breath and make eye contact with Adam.
"You stay here. You don't take her anywhere or give her anything. You don't even think about moving from this spot, got it?"
"Got it," he says without hesitation, and your jaw clenches as he stares at you. "I won't let anything happen to her." There's enough conviction in his tone for you to nod and follow the woman into one of her sectioned-off canvas rooms.
She puts on gloves and watches you sit on the edge of the cot, your knee bouncing as you stare through the curtain's tiny opening. You don't say anything as she carefully pulls the bandage away from your skin, blood breaching the surface as soon as it's off. You grit your teeth as she wipes at the cut with an antiseptic wipe but don't make any noise. You don't want Jane to hear you being in pain, so you clench your jaw so hard your bones creak with force and wipe your tears on your shirt sleeve.
"That your little girl out there?" She asks, trying to distract you, and you nod. "She's beautiful."
"Thanks." You mutter as she applies a little more pressure to your skin. Stars explode across your vision, and you curse under your breath. You don't remember it hurting this bad when you actually got grazed. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
"Did you come here with her dad?"
"Nope. Haven't seen the guy in four years."
"Sounds like his loss."
"That's a understate, fuck," you stop as she presses a line of surgical glue across the graze. It burns as it settles into your skin, and the woman offers you whispered updates of how much longer until it dries and little encouragements. Once it's finally done drying, she puts a sterile bandage over the adhesive and offers you two painkillers. You look down at the two little pills and raise your eyebrows at her. "Acetaminophen?"
"There's that pharmacology," she smiles as you take the pills. "What branch of medicine did you wanna go into?"
"Doesn't matter now."
"It matters to me." She says, and you shake your head. You bite the inside of your cheek as you debate on telling her or not. Is it fair to bring that dream up when it will never happen?
"Surgery."
"Smart girl."
"Something like that." You shrug, the movement irritating the scrapes on your back, and you wince. The woman stands and looks at the back of your shirt to see it stained with blood.
"What happened?"
"One of those things tried to get me. My back got cut up on the asphalt," you explain. "It's fine."
"Doesn't look fine. Can I take a look?" She asks, and you chuckle.
"You're the second person I've had to take my shirt off in front of today." You say, taking a big breath and holding it as you pull your arms in and pull the fabric over your head. You turn your back to her so she can see the extent of the damage done to your skin. She doesn't gasp or have any reaction. She just starts dabbing at the blood gently, like you cleaned the blood from Jane's skinned knees.
"May," she says like she's speaking to a spooked dog. "My name is May. I figured someone should give you the courtesy of knowing their names when they ask you to strip." She says, and you nod. You tell her your name in return, the rigid posture of your spine relaxing a little at her care.
"Jane is my little girl."
"How old is she?" She asks, and you swallow thickly.
"Five."
"Must've been scary. Tryna keep her safe out there."
"You have no idea." You whisper, your voice cracking over the words as memories of screaming creatures and shaking earth fill your mind. She cleans the rest of your blood in silence before putting ointment over the scabs. She checks for any broken bones while you're still sitting and tsks when she presses against a tender spot in your side, making you groan.
"You've got at least one broken rib and probably one of the worst cases of road rash I've ever seen, and I was an ER doctor," she says as she hands you your shirt and sits across from you on her rolly chair. She gives you a sympathetic look, but you're not all there. Part of your brain is still pinned to the concrete under a screeching human, clawing at your skin. "But that little girl," she says, recapturing your attention. "That little girl is in perfect health. If I didn't know what happened this weekend, I would've had no idea she was ever in any danger."
"Is this the part where you scold me for putting myself in harm's way when I could've just come here earlier?" You ask, and she shakes her head.
"No, this is the part where I tell you what I've told all my parents who've come through here," she says, resting her knees on her elbows so she can look you in the eyes. "I don't care what you had to do to survive. I don't care what you did to protect them. I don't even care why you're sittin' on my table. I care about making sure you know how lucky your kid is to have you. For every kid that made it out, there's three more who died. You did good." She says sincerely, and you have to look away from her to wipe at your eyes.
"Doesn't feel like it, but thank you."
"I know it doesn't, but I promise you it's true," she says. "And I see how much you care about others. Otherwise, you wouldn't have wanted to be a surgeon. Now, I know you didn't get your MD, but I did, and I want to teach you what I know. Lord knows I need the help."
"No, I can't." You shake your head.
"Yes, you can."
"I'm not the person you want for this."
"You don't know that."
"I do. I'm... I'm not a good person."
"Who is?"
"I killed people," The confession stuns you both into silence. Hot, angry tears stream down your face, and you pull your shirt back over your head. "I killed people to protect her. It was them or her, and I chose her. I will always choose her. So, whatever perfect, good, strong person you think I am or could've been at one point isn't here anymore. I buried her the second FEDRA tried to drop a fucking bomb on my kid," you stand on wobbly legs and pull your hair out of the collar of your shirt. "Thanks for your help, May."
That night, you don't sleep despite the aching in your bones. You stay awake and listen to the expanding and contracting of Jane's lungs as she dreams. When she wakes up screaming, you're already there to calm her down and remind her that she's safe. Adam ends up sleeping three cots down and tries to help when she wakes up, but you stop him before he can sit on her cot with a wide-eyed, annoyed look. He backs off after that. You've gone most of Jane's life without help from anyone, and you're sure as hell not going to accept any now.
You were the one shoving knives through skulls and burying bullets in throats to keep her safe. You were the one who hid your pain from her for two days while you hid out in the barn. You were the one who taught her to give her fear to you because you are the only one who can handle it. What the fuck does Adam Lowery or May know about that? You will never again be the woman they once thought you to be. No, after this, you will be bloody and rageful and ruthless. There is nothing you wouldn't do to protect her or ensure her happiness. There is no corner of the earth you would leave unturned for the tiniest chance of her having a future.
And God help any motherfucker who stands in your way.
#when you’re lost in the darkness#look for the light prequel#the last of us#the last of us x reader#tlou fic#tlou angst
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The King's gold tableware and The grand Couvert Ceremony
THE GOLD TABLEWARE
At this time of the year many of you will get to enjoy a nice family dinner, with what I hope will be fancy dishes and nice tableware.
That is why I want to focus today on how the King of France or the royal family enjoyed their own Dinner during the 18th century.
When return to Versailles with his court in 1723 Louis XV had to follow the table ritual established his his predecessor the sun King. But as times he tried distinguishing himself from his illustrious ancestor of his : he changed the occurrence of the public meals to only include the supper of the no hunt days.
In 1727 he also decided to replaced the silverware of Louis XIV with his own tableware,at only 17 years old he dreamed of something more grand, more fancy. He therefore decided to order an entire table set made out of PURE GOLD! He had to provide the gold ingots himself, and all the goldsmith of the crown were assigned a role in this endeavour.
The first year he received over 112 pieces which included forks, knives, plates and several containers made of pure gold. During almost 2 decades he kept adding new pieces to his gold tableware set. During the 1740s he ended up running out of gold ingots, and in order to add the last pieces to the collection he had to melt gold tokens that the city of Paris offered him at several occasion such as his coronation, his wedding or even for the new year. He even had to melt a massive commemorative medal made out of gold and featuring the bust of the sun king. He finally received his long awaited gold girandoles in 1747(two decades after receiving the first tableware items). The design of the piece was made by Thomas Germain and was seen as one of the treasures of the rococo art in France.
THE GRAND COUVERT
The grand couvert ceremony occurred in the Queen's Antechamber :
the King sat next to the queen on a tall backrest armchair, and with the grand master of ceremony standing in between them, in front of them the courtiers standing or sitting on bench while watching them consume their supper.
The first course was usually a set of soups accompanied by toasts and bread :
The send course had a plate with beef usually another one with mouton and another one with a mix of mouton and calf which he never touched.
He the continued with a course centred around roasted fowl, chicken, pigeons or duck, turkey or sometimes rabbit.
And then the desert with fruits arranged into pyramid, both fresh fruits ,candied ones and dried ones , accompanied by small cakes and compotes, and a piece of citron(cédrat).
The set with all the tableware will be available on my Patreon.
#sims 4#sims4cc#sims 4 history challenge#sims4rococo#sims4palace#sims 4 maxis cc#sims 4 cc#sims 4 custom content#ts4 cc#ts4ccfurniture#ts4 custom objects
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