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essentiallyleaf · 7 months

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day 12. praise kink. with. choerry.

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kinktober ‘23, idol x female reader, praise kink, pet names, public masturbation, oral sex, squirting, welcome to fluff central.

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just trying something out. a permanent state of being at this point. exploratively, leaf.

It was the first time she tried ice skating, that day. A regular Saturday morning at the mall, wearing layers upon layers just to end up feeling way too hot. As regular as any day spent with Yerim can be. Her favorite part was when she was holding onto the barrier for dear life, but you managed to push her off of it a handful of times. Anytime you did, you helped her precarious balance by guiding her with your hands in hers, or on her waist. That was your favorite part.

“So, how was it? Did you like it?”

“I fell fourteen times, dude! I managed to fall as I was reaching for the cup of coffee you were giving me, and I was standing still! What do you think?” She said while laughing enthusiastically.

She didn’t like it at all, and she had the time of her life.

“I think you did great”

“How about you take me on a real date?”

“A what?”

“You know what they say about Paris…”

“That for each person there’s two rats?”

“That it’s the city of- wait, WHAT?”

She dragged you to a terrace bar in Montmartre, the sun was just setting, blues and oranges meeting on the roofs from the Sacré-Cœur down to the Louvre, giving the city a slightly wistful aura (it was hella expensive, but what isn’t, there? Plus, you’re okay splurging, if it’s for Yerim). It wasn’t sad, it was just cool, and dreamy. It was romantic. A postcard-worthy place to share your first kiss. It wasn’t for your first, but for your fourth that she asked a local to take a picture of it. It felt very awkward, both of you were laughing the whole time.

“Sorry if I taste like alcohol”

She usually doesn’t drink, so she felt really self-conscious about it. You found that endearing. The flavor had a deep cerise, leaning purple tint and resembled some kind of fruit, you couldn’t really pinpoint which.

“You taste like heaven”

You went to the lake together for a weekend trip in April. You convinced her to go on a hike on the first day (“You said there wouldn’t be any scary cliffs!” “Come on, it’s barely even a drop, you can do it! Just take my hand!” “You ugly liar!” “I am only one of those two, and you know which”; she always falls for stupid flirty lines like that), she was so tired at the end of it, so she decided that both of you would spend the next day relaxing. Relaxing ended up meaning hiding behind a large tree near the hotel and raising her cute white long flowery dress to her waist for you to finger her while your tongues met.

“You can stay silent while we do this, right?”

“Uhm…”

“Want a hand?”

“Yes, please…”

You put your other hand on her mouth and started sucking down her clavicle to her cleavage as you picked up the pace. She kept whimpering the whole time and even let a high pitched scream into your palm as she came. In the (very real) event that someone heard her, at least they had the decency to not show that.

“You did amazing, baby”

She really didn’t. Old couples kept looking sideways at the two of you for the rest of the day, and you had the feeling it wasn’t just because you were a lesbian couple in the conservative countryside. But you know she needed to hear that.

She likes putting make-up on even when she’s staying home; she says she finds it fun, at some point both of you silently acknowledged that she also just wants to look good for you. And God, does she look beautiful with that exaggerated orange-pink blush on her cheeks. Or, actually, maybe it was just the wine that gave her face that amazing glow. You couldn’t really tell, you also had your fair share of glasses. You also don’t remember much of what happened before that sexy blush-tinted face found itself between your legs and was hit by a couple of little squirts as Yerim brought you to orgasm only using her tongue. What you do remember, is that all you wanted after that was to reciprocate the favor.

“Thank you, thank you so much, baby,” you panted out. “So good for me, that was so good”

“Hehe~”

The time of her life. This time though, with that slutty make-up, girl cum dripping from her features, it looked lewd.

“Now just lay back on the couch and stay still, honey, you don’t have to do anything else, okay?”

“Okayy~”

“Nice and cozy, just be my good girl and relax, yeah?”

She could only moan back as soon as you started eating her out. You couldn’t just give up on talking altogether though, so you compensated for the lack of oral stimulation with your fingers anytime you detached your lips from her core.

“Are you close, sunshine?”

Her adorable little whiny noises answered for her.

“Then I need you to do one thing for me, hm? Just one thing. I need you to let it go and cum for me, don’t restrain, sweetie”

When she cums, it’s a hurricane. Of spasms, screams, and sprays of transparent liquid coming your way.

“Yes, baby, so good. Let it all out, my baby cherry.” That’s what she tasted like. “My perfect baby cherry. Come here”

You surrounded her in a warm embrace and covered the two of you with her oversized zip-up hoodie. As you kissed her blushed cheek, Yerim looked like she was already asleep.

“You did awesome, cherry girl. You are so perfect”

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sorry for bad dialogue. cheesily, leaf.

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apod · 2 months

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2024 February 27

Supernova Remnant Simeis 147 Image Credit & Copyright: Stéphane Vetter (Nuits sacrées)

Explanation: It's easy to get lost following the intricate, looping, and twisting filaments of supernova remnant Simeis 147. Also cataloged as Sharpless 2-240, the filamentary nebula goes by the popular nickname the Spaghetti Nebula. Seen toward the boundary of the constellations of the Bull (Taurus) and the Charioteer (Auriga), the impressive gas structure covers nearly 3 degrees on the sky, equivalent to 6 full moons. That's about 150 light-years at the stellar debris cloud's estimated distance of 3,000 light-years. This composite image includes data taken through narrow-band filters isolating emission from hydrogen (red) and oxygen (blue) glowing gas. The supernova remnant has an estimated age of about 40,000 years, meaning light from this massive stellar explosion first reached the Earth when woolly mammoths roamed free. Besides the expanding remnant, this cosmic catastrophe left behind a pulsar: a spinning neutron star that is the remnant of the original star's core.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240227.html

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prettyprince00 · 2 years

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♡ FILMS FOR FAUNLET FASHION INSPO ♡

~~Got bored so compiled this (pretty extensive) list of film references for faunlet style and aesthetics, might be helpful for anyone looking to delve into and develop their style. Don't take this as some kind of gospel, it's just a bunch of movies and shows that I think can be useful reference points. My personal style and taste for example is a huge mix and amalgalm of stuff I see, from movie characters to paintings, books, comics, cartoons, music videos, haute couture collections, K- and J-idols, BJD dolls, even elements and staples from female fashion that I kind of genderflip or just outright mix into and merge with my own "masculine"/boyish/whatever faunlet fits. I think the secret to finding your style is to never limit yourself & always be creative (& clever ofc)! ♡

Feel free to suggest and tell me some of your personal films/shows that inspire you the most. I'm sure I forgot some stuff >.> Hope this helps somewhat lolol

WARNING: A LOT OF THESE HAVE MATURE THEMES AND +18 STUFF, SO DO RESEARCH BEFORE WATCHING AND PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, CAUTION & RESPONSIBILITY!

I. Academia/Schoolboy/Old Money/Preppy/Classic Faunlet Vibes

Les Amitiés particulières by Jean Delannoy

A Series of Unfortunate Events (Film and show)

Both versions of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Lord of the Flies (both versions tbh)

The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe by Andrew Adamson

Kaze to ki no Uta + Natsu e no Tobira (Honestly most shounen ai anime especially from the 80s/90s)

CLAMP Gakuen Tanteidan

Kuroshitsuji i.e. Black Butler (probably the most famous ouji aka male lolita-influenced anime out there)

Ouran High School Host Club

Cardcaptor Sakura (Li's fits especially but also Touya's and Yukito's)

The Long Day Closes + The Neon Bible, by Terence Davies

If... by Lindsay Anderson

The Butcher Boy by Neil Jordan

Tea and Sympathy by Vincent Minnelli

Purple Noon by René Clément

Sleepers by Barry Levinson

The Basketball Diaries by Scott Kalvert

School Ties by Robert Mandel

The Dangerous Lives of the Altar Boys by Peter Care

Blue Spring by Toshiaki Toyoda

Death in Venice by Luchino Visconti

East of Eden (also Splendor in the Grass I guess?) by Elia Kazan

Lacombe Lucien (+ Au Revoir Les Enfants) by Louis Malle

Bad Education by Pedro Almodóvar

The Ice Storm by Ang Lee

La Luna + The Dreamers by Bernardo Bertolucci

Teorema by PP Pasolini (also Saló tbh bt I feel kinda weird recommending that lmfao even though it's a pretty well-established masterpiece & one of my favs)

Total Eclipse by Agnieszka Holland (teenage Arthur Rimbaud is a core faunler reference tbh, strange that I don't see him brought up more, though he's been a queer/twink culture icon for ages so yeah)

Les roseaux sauvages by André Téchiné

Call Me by Your Name by Luca Guadagnino

Deep Red by Dario Argento (only for the flashback Xmas scenes with the creepy little boy in knee-highs and Mary Janes tbh lol)

The Omen by Richard Donner

The Good Son by Joseph Ruben

Pinnocchio (OG Disney animation) (you could make a double feature with A.I. Artificial Intelligence by Spielberg/Kubrick too)

Les 400 coups by François Truffaut

L'enfance nue by Maurice Pialat

A Single Man by Tom Ford

Looking for Langston by Isaac Julien

Sacré College, Garçons d'Etage, Scouts and Gamins de Paris by JD Cadinot (WARNING: Cadinot's films are basically erotica/arthouse vintage gay p*rn so obviously 18+!!!!!)

II. More Contemporary/Gas Station/Trashy/Greaser/Hustler/Catalet Faunlet Vibes

My Own Private Idaho (also Mala Noche and Elephant) by Gus Van Sant

Slight Fever of a 20-Year-Old + Like Grains of Sand by Ryosuke Hashiguchi

Mysterious Skin + Totally Fucked Up + Nowhere by Gregg Araki

Hustler White by Bruce LaBruce (+18)

Rebel Without a Cause by Nicholas Ray

Cry Baby + Polyester by John Waters

Pretty much any juvenile delinquent teensploitation 40s/50s Old Hollywood flick tbh

The Outsiders by FF Coppola

A Cruel Story of Youth + Sing a Song of Sex by Nagisa Oshima

Most of Edward Furlong and Vicent Kartheiser's 90s filmography (Pet Semetary 2, Brainscan, Little Odessa for Furlong; Heaven Sent, Another Day in Paradise, Masterminds for Vincent)

River's Edge by Tim Hunter

Young Soul Rebels by Isaac Julien

Sleepaway Camp by Robert Hiltzik

Le Diable Probablement by Robert Bresson

Permanent Green Light + Like Cattle Towards Glow (+18) by Zac Farley & Dennis Cooper

Pauline à la Plage by Eric Rohmer

The Smell of Us + Ken Park by Larry Clark

Flesh by Paul Morrissey

Lonesome Cowboys by Andy Warhol

Cruising by William Friedkin

Un couteau dans le cœur by Yann Gonzalez (though most of the male fashion in this is just ripping off Friedkin's Cruising and Cadinot films like Aime... comme Minet, Deuxième Sous-sol and Les Minets Sauvages so you could just watch those instead I guess lol)

Equation à un Inconnu by Francis Savel (erotica/+18)

Rebels of the Neon God by Tsai Ming Liang

Fireworks + Scorpio Rising by Kenneth Anger

Dope by Rick Famuyiwa

Cooley High by Michael Schultz

The Inkwell by Matty Rich

Red Hook Summer by Spike Lee

George Washington by David Gordon Green

American Graffiti by George Lucas and Bill Norton

All About Lily Chou-Chou by Shunji Iwai

Stand by Me by Rob Reiner

The Mudge Boy by Michael Burke

US Go Home by Claire Denis

Gummo by Harmony Korine

L.I.E. by Michael Cuesta

Palo Alto by Gia Coppola

Spetters by Paul Verhoeven

Fox and His Friends by RW Fassbinder

The Pit by Lew Lehman

O Fantasma by João Pedro Rodrigues

The Delta by Ira Sachs

What Have I Done to Deserve This + Law of Desire by Pedro Almodovar

The Partridge Family sitcom tbh lol, also the 70s era of the Mickey Mouse Club, pretty much any 70s media featuring male idols of the time like David Cassidy, Leif Garrett etc

Dazed and Confused by Richard Linklater

The Lost Boys by Joel Schumacher

Y Tu Mamá Tambièn by Alfonso Cuarón

Summer 85 by François Ozon

Les Chansons d'Amour + La Belle Personne by Christophe Honoré

Body Without Soul + Not Angels But Angels by Wiktor Grodecki (personally rly dislike the weird Christian melodramatic & imo exploitative direction of these documentaries bt the boys who are interviewed do the best they can to salvage it -- quintessential East European 90s cityboy looks)

III. Fantasy/Glam/Mystical/Sacred/Ancient/Historical Faunlet Vibes

Pink Narcissus by James Bidgood

Caravaggio + Sebastiane by Derek Jarman

Peter Pan (any version tbh)

Fantasia (1940 Disney classic)

Tabou by Nagisa Oshima

Poison + Velvet Goldmine by Todd Haynes

Party Monster by Fenton Bailey

Satyricon by Federico Fellini

Der Rosenkönig by Werner Schroeter

The Blood of a Poet by Jean Cocteau

#faunlet #faunlet aesthetic #(Honestly almost didn’t post this cus a magician never reveals his secrets but was feeling kind & altruistic today sjsjsjs)#not sure if im keeping this on the blog 4 good bt u all can reblog it so itll live on 6ever #faunlet nation #this was on my drafts 4 a long time

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gavroche-le-moineau · 6 months

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La mort de Gavroche / Gavroche’s death

Oh it's here, the chapter that breaks my heart to pieces every time. If you haven't heard it before I highly encourage listening to the Original French Concept Album version of Gavroche's death. In my opinion, it is by far the saddest and most impactful version. Below you'll find my translation of the lyrics with annotations. The PDF can be found here: La Mort de Gavroche translation

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Gavroche Cette fois, Javert, t’arrêteras plus personne La mort t’a coffré à perpétuité J’espère qu’là-haut, on s’ra pas dans l’même cachot Sur terre déjà, on n’était pas du même combat¹

Gavroche This time, Javert, you’ll no longer be arresting anyone Death has locked you up for good I hope up there, we won’t be in the same dungeon On earth already, we weren’t in the same fight¹

NOTES 1. “du même combat” literally means “of the same fight” but I believe this is using “même combat!” which is an expression of solidarity meaning “we’re on the same side.” I kept the translation in the lyrics more literal since “to be in the same fight” in English can also convey the idea of solidarity.

Courfeyrac Sacré Gavroche, t’as toujours l’mot pour rire² C’est pas la parlotte³ qui te f’ra guérir Marius Ah les salauds, ils ont tiré sur un enfant Ils ont, sans savoir, abattu le printemps Quel dieu cruel s’abreuve du sang des innocents Et combien faudra-t-il pleurer d’combattants?

Courfeyrac Blasted Gavroche, you always have something funny to say² It’s not the gift of the gab³ that will heal you Marius Ah the bastards, they’ve shot at a kid They have, without knowing, shot down spring What cruel god drinks the blood of innocents And how many fighters will we have to cry over?

NOTES 2. “avoir le mot pour rire” is an expression that literally means “always have the word for laughing / a laugh” and is translated as “to make jokes, be funny.”

3. “la parlotte” means “chitchat, chatter, chinwag, talking shop, etc.” I decided to translate it as “the gift of the gab” because that felt like a more appropriate term given the previous line which implies that Gavroche is good at always making jokes.

Gavroche Notre drapeau était par terre Rouge de honte et bleu sali Moi, j’ai bondi blanc⁴ de colère “Allons, enfants de la patrie”⁵

Gavroche Our flag was on the ground Red with shame and dirtied blue Me, I leapt up, white⁴ with anger “Allons, enfants de la patrie”⁵

NOTES 4. “Rouge de honte … blanc de colère” This sequence uses expressions that incorporate the colors of the French flag (blue, white, red). “Rouge de honte” means “red with shame,” as in “blushing with shame” or a “flush of shame” but can also simply be translated as “ashamed.” I haven’t been able to figure out if “bleu sali” is an expression or is simply referring to the dirtied blue of the flag on the ground. “Blanc de colère” is, as in English, “white with anger.”

5. “Allons, enfants de la patrie!” is a reference to the first line of the Marseillaise, the national anthem of France. It means “Let’s go, children of the fatherland/motherland!”

Un mec m’a vu, qui m’a crié : “Qui vive!”⁶ J’ai dit : "Révolution française" Ça lui a pas plu ma franchise M’a mis un pruneau⁷ dans la fraise⁸ C’est comme ça, on gagne pas à chaque fois

A guy saw me, shouted at me “Who lives?”⁶ I said : “The French revolution” That didn’t please him, my frankness, Put a slug⁷ in my face⁸ It’s like that, you don’t win every time

NOTES 6. “Qui vive!” is an expression that literally means “who lives?” but is translated as “who goes there?” Just like the English expression, it has same the context of someone on watch or in a military environment asking an unknown person to identify themselves. However, I chose to keep the literal translation in the lyrics because it ties the pun in the response together. The response is “Révolution française (the French Revolution),” because a common refrain is “Vive la revolution française!” literally, “Live the French revolution!”

7. “pruneau” is argot (slang). The word “pruneau” means “prune” but it was used as slang for a bullet.

8. “fraise” is another argot word. This time the word for “strawberry” means “face / mug.”

Donnez, donnez⁹, ma casquette aux copains C’est tout c’que j’ai et j’en n’ai plus besoin Je suis tombé par terre, C’est la faute à Voltaire¹⁰ Le nez dans le ruisseau, C’est la faute à...

Give, give⁹, my cap to my friends It’s all I have, and I don’t need it anymore I fell to the ground It’s the fault of Voltaire¹⁰ Nose in the gutter, It’s the fault of…

NOTES 9. “Donnez, donnez” is a callback to the refrain used in Gavroche’s introductory song on the Original Concept Album (the equivalent of Look Down).

10. “C’est la faute à Voltaire” – I would have preferred to translate these lines as “It’s Voltaire’s/Rousseau’s fault” but I kept the French wording of “It’s the fault of Voltaire/Rousseau” so that the final line cuts off in the same manner.

As usual, corrections and commentaries are welcome!

#lm 5.1.15 #gavroche #les mis musical #mytranslation #les mis original french concept album #concept album translations #la mort de gavroche #Youtube

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ahedderick · 4 months

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Sacré Bleu

I just remembered reading a book YEARS ago called Sacré Bleu. It was one of the weirdest books I think I've ever read (which is saying something) and I wanted to try to find it again. However, when I tried searching the name (which isn't terribly distinctive) I got lots of results that seemed to be about a mystery book involving the death of Van Gogh. I kept scrolling down and down, looking for a fantasy with extremely weird immortal protagonists who have a mysterious attachment to blue pigment. It ended up that Moore WAS the author of that book I was remembering, but the first search results just had very poor descriptions of the book. It is just WAY more complicated than a mystery about Van Gogh.

It is never clearly revealed HOW these two people from pre-history became immortal . . or just WHAT is going on with ultramarine pigment . . but it romps through a bunch of artists' lives and I remember it as pretty fascinating. I wonder if my library still has it.

#artblr #artist #mineral pigments #book lover #books and reading #books & libraries #books #reading #bookblr #book review

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frangipanilove · 7 months

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Sacré Cœur; Two Hearts, Two Records and "One One Recording Studio"

In TWDDD 1x3 Paris Sera Toujours Paris we saw Daryl admiring the view from Isabelle's appartment. He commented on how it sure was better than the view from his old house. And I agree, the Sacré-Cœur/Sacred Heart Basilica truly is a sight to behold.

Daryl seemed to be particularly taken by the view, in a way we don't often get to see him, and as a very obvious heart reference, it naturally it brought my mind to Beth's double heart/button necklace. I talked about the symbolism around Button the Horse from season 5 in this post, how it's ultimately Sirius symbolism.

However, the Sacré-Cœur Basilica was not the only reason episode 1x3 made me think of her necklace...

...because there was also this:

...which I'll get back to, but first things first.

Daryl loved the view of the Sacred Heart Basilica.

"It sure beats the view from my old house"

A "view" is a "vista". "Vista" means "view". We remember a different kind of "vista" from 4x12 Still:

Pine Vista Country Club from 4x12 Still.

Daryl' spent the majority of episode 1x3 talking about getting home. It was all about getting to a radio (Sirius symbolism) so he could get home (North Star symbolism). And the Sacré-Cœur/Sacred Heart Basilica made him think of the "vista" of his old house, which weren't nearly as nice...

...but at least Beth was there, with her trademark double hearts/button necklace.

My primary method of tracking symbolism in TWDU is through etymology, which means the history of words. Sometimes, when tptb use a symbol that might seem random at first, a search on the etymology of the word often helps clear things up. Etymology can tell you the root word of a particular symbol, and you'll often find that two seemingly unrelated symbols in reality are one and the same.

When Beth, in 5x4 Slabtown, found Dr. Trevvit's ID card and realised he was an onchologist from Saint Ignatius Hospital, it was all symbolism. Sirius symbolism to be precise, because the word Sirius is derived from Greek “Seirios” and means "glowing/scorching".

And you know this was no coincidence because of his speciality onchology, which means he likely dealt with radiation therapy. "Radio" and "radiation" are Sirius references.

So Beth finding his ID card from Saint Ignatius is pure Sirius symbolism. And keep this in mind until later, when I'll explain how this all relates to the symbolism around records.

Because we also saw Beth talk about records in Slabtown. I've talked a lot about Noah's t-shirt. It has the stylized heron on it, an obvious reference to the Blue Heron painting from 4x12 Still. It also has he words "one one recording studio" written on it. Obviously we know Beth was all about music, she even commented on how long it had been since she'd heard a record.

So to have "records" as general music references around Beth makes a whole lot of sense.

But we often see records in other settings as well, and we saw no less than TWO records in TWDDD 1x3. I mentioned one of them in this post from a few days ago, the record by the tombstone of Jim Morrison.

but there was also this one:

...wich we saw in the mysterious and frustrating detour to Angers, where we were treated to a spectacular yet disturbing Orchestra of the Dead, and a slightly mad conductor. Musical references en masse, but it wasn't necessarily clear how tptb wanted us to interpret it.

So, we had two records. Or "one one", as you could also say (in that one plus one equals two).

I've checked the etymology (or the history/origin) of the word "record".

The word "record", as in the "recording studio" on Noah's t-shirt, or like the two records we saw in TWDDD 1x3, ultimately derives from the Latin word for "heart", or "cor/cord". I would call them synonymous symbols in this context.

So when we saw TWO records in the episode, on a symbolical level you could say we saw TWO hearts.

Or, you could say we saw "one one" heart...?

The etymology of the word "record" isn't the only reason this episode made me think of Beth's necklace. Right before the scene with Daryl admiring the Sacred Heart Basilica, we saw Isabelle grab an old photo of Laurent's mother Lily. She said "Laurent has never seen her face", the implication being that she wanted something for Laurent to remember his mother by.

As you can see from the etymology screenshot above, the words "heart" and "remember" are connected through etymology. The Latin word for "heart" is "cor/cord", and it evolved through "recordari", which means "remember", to the word "record" that we use today. Tptb had Beth say "I can't remember the last time I heard a record" in Slabtown. "Record" and "remember" are both linked through etymology, and the Latin word for "heart" is at the core of it. Tptb wanted us to know that.

Now take a look at Lily's hands...

...heart-hands, while standing under the Eiffell Tower on her 16th birthday.

Then, fast forward to present day, 12 years into the apocolypse. Young Laurent finds himself at a sexy underground nightclub with Daryl and a nun, and he notices the necklace around singer (another musical reference) Anna Valery's neck.

He tells her the story about his mother celebrating her birthday at the Eiffel Tower. She gifts him her necklace, saying it's something to remember his mother by.

Laurent's mother won't be coming back. She died giving birth to him, reanimated and was subsequently put down. The symbolism we see around her however, it still applies.

As @angelthefirst1 explained last year, the Eiffel Tower was a radio tower, meaning it is Sirius symbolism. Daryl mentioned the word "radio" in every second sentence in the episode (also Sirius symbolism). He was all about getting "home", via the "north" (North Star symbolism).

And the tower had had its tip knocked off by a helicopter. A possible reference to Beth at Grady. Took a hit to the top, but still standing?

There was a "star" reference in the scene at the cemetary... (Sirius and North Star symbolism)

And lastly, remember the reference to Saint Ignatius from Slabtown? How it's a Sirius reference because it means "to ignite", as in "set on fire"? And how it is related to the "record" symbolism?

Here's from TWD 11x24 RIP

Princess hooked a massive bomb up to a RECORD PLAYER. Once the record stopped playing, the fuse ignited and then...

...there was fire...

That's Sirius symbolism.

(thanks for the screenshots @wdway)

(Also, apparently we’ve got an episode called Deux Amours/Two Loves coming up 👀)

#bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #team delusional #team defiance #beth x daryl #the walking dead #twd #twddd #sacre coeur #one one recording studio #record #eiffel tower #double heart necklace

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aidanchaser · 6 months

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Here's my next installment for the @mlsquaredance event!

Read the original fic, but princess, wishes do come true by @miabrown007 on Ao3! It was such a sweet fic to Remix. I hope you enjoy this Halloween treat <3 And thank you again for the grad school encouragement.

Read the remix on Ao3!

beta'd by @sunshinemarauder <3 I appreciated all your help with this event

Marinette shivers as the evening breeze picks up suddenly. Adrien readily tugs the scarf from his neck and passes it to her.

She hesitates, but takes it.

“Thanks,” she murmurs and leans into him.

He kisses her forehead and turns his gaze back to the sky.

They’re not the only couple that has sought out a star-gazing spot on the hill of the Sacré-Coeur above the light pollution of the city, but it feels like they are. The world always dims when he’s next to Marinette. Though the blanket Marinette grabbed for their late night picnic is itchy beneath Adrien’s hands and the cold winter breeze seems determined to pierce his coat, he can’t imagine being any happier than this.

“Aren’t you cold?” Marinette asks.

“How can I be when I’m snuggled against you?”

She huffs in irritation, and he can picture an eye roll, the sort Ladybug might give Chat Noir. But Marinette has always blushed and stuttered when Adrien offers cheesy romantic quips.

“Is everything all right, m—Marinette?” He stops just short of calling her “my lady.”

“Fine,” she says in a way that suggests she is not fine. But, perhaps hearing her own tone, she shifts against him and adds, “It’s just colder than I thought it would be.”

He doesn’t think that’s the truth, but he doesn’t press.

Adrien is pretty sure that Marinette’s discomfort has something to do with the kiss Chat Noir and Ladybug exchanged last week. He didn’t mean to kiss her, and he didn’t know if she meant to kiss him back, but they definitely kissed each other. It was a chilly, starry night like this one. They were just talking, as they often did after a patrol. She said something that tugged on his heart—something about the pressure of Paris on her shoulders—and he leaned in, offering his shoulder as a sort of comfort. Then he caught the scent of warm, fresh bread and the rose-scented shampoo Marinette used, and he leaned in for the familiar taste of sugar on her lips.

His kiss with Ladybug had been like every kiss with Marinette, and he was struck with the truth.

But after their kiss, Ladybug blushed and stuttered and apologized and insisted that the kiss meant nothing, that it had been an accident, that she had a boyfriend.

So he leaned back on his hands and smiled. He said, “Then I suppose your boyfriend better not find out.”

As Marinette shifts against him again, he thinks it was probably not the smartest joke to make when he knows the truth and she seems not to.

“Marinette,” he says, “what will you wish for?”

There’s not long until the Geminids decorate the sky, putting on a show to rival Ladybug’s magic. Adrien knows what he’s going to wish for: more nights like this.

“Wishing upon a shooting star is a hoax,” she mutters.

“Sure,” he concedes, wondering why she’s suddenly given up every romantic bone in her body to be sharp and acidic. He looks down at her to make sure the girl curled up against him is the same girl who insists on crafting thoughtful, personalized gifts for even the smallest of occasions. “But I don’t think the point is believing that it works, exactly.”

She tips her head to look up at him. “Then what is the point?”

“I think it’s about hope.” Adrien doesn’t know who he’d be without hope, without believing that each day had the opportunity to be better than the last, even when he’d been forced to face the worst.

“And what is so hopeful about rocks that burn themselves to ash in the sky?”

He can feel her heart racing, and her blue eyes are full of a determined fire. But he knows her well enough to know that she’s made of complex layers of feeling and expression, that whatever’s in her heart has a labyrinth of thoughts it’s forced to navigate before it can reach the surface. Just because ferocity is what’s in her expression doesn’t mean that ferocity is the word for what’s clamoring inside her chest.

He remembers what she said about the pressure of Paris, and he wonders what she hasn’t said about the pressures of just being Marinette.

“You’re right,” he concedes. “There is nothing romantic about burning yourself to nothing.”

Her cheeks color, and she protests weakly, “That’s not what I meant.”

“No, princess?” he cups her cheek in his hand and wonders if she will connect the nickname he gives her now to the nickname he’s given her time and again as Chat Noir.

If she does, it has the opposite of its intended effect. She pulls away from him and the night is noticeably colder without her body against his.

Perhaps he should just come clean.

“What would you wish for?” she asks.

He’s about to say, “More nights like this,” but the words die on his tongue. He doesn’t want more nights with a sharp Marinette who refuses to lean on him. He twists the ring on his finger thoughtfully as he searches for the right words. It’s easy to find the right words as Chat Noir, who is made of open declarations of love and purr-fect puns. It’s easy to find the right words as Adrien Agreste, who is fed his lines as certainly as if he were merely an actor for his father’s brand. But when he’s just Adrien, when he’s with Marinette like this, or even with his friends, he finds it hard to know what to say.

“I think I’d wish for the courage to be honest,” he finally says, thinking of how much easier this would be if he could just tell her what he knows.

But those words make her shoulders stiffen, and he hears how they might sound like an accusation when brushed against the kiss she still believes is a secret.

He reaches for her hand, but she pulls away to press the heels of her palms against her eyes. He glances at the sky and, though there are no stars falling yet, wishes for a second chance.

“Marinette,” he says quietly, “if I share a secret with you, will you share one with me?” He wants to ask how he can possibly convince her to lean on him again, but he doesn’t think she’s ready for him to be so direct.

“I don’t have any secrets,” she says, and though it’s a lie, Adrien admires the inadvertent truth of it. He already knows what she is afraid to say, so there really aren’t any secrets for her to share. And because he knows those secrets, he knows that what she means to say is, “I don’t have any secrets that I can share with you.”

“Do you want to know what my secret is, then?” he asks.

She turns back to him, and he can see that the ferocity has worn away. Even though this night isn’t going how he hoped, he’s burned through one layer of her labyrinth. Now she just looks sad, but he doesn’t think sad is right either.

“Is it…” she pauses and swallows. “Is it the kind of secret that we might break up over?”

He thinks about how many ways he could tell her what he wants to say. He tries so desperately to find the right words to assure her, but everything he tries in his head sounds like the words to end everything.

If he tells her that he is Chat Noir, he breaks Ladybug’s trust. If he tells her he knows that she’s kissed Chat Noir or that she’s Ladybug, he’s afraid she’ll deny it, and that’s a lie they won’t recover from. And if he tells her that he’s kissed Ladybug? What would she think of that, knowing that Ladybug certainly hasn’t kissed Adrien?

“I’d like to think,” he says slowly, “that we’d be able to take a little fall without burning up.”

She blinks, taking a moment to process his words. Then she wrinkles her nose and turns his words over the way Ladybug might survey a battlefield to find the right place for her Lucky Charm.

Her sadness burns away to make room for guilt, but he doesn’t think guilt is quite it, either.

“What if I made a mistake?” she asks. “A mistake I can’t take back?”

And he realizes what’s buried under that guilt. Yes, she’s angry and frustrated with herself, yes she’s sad about what might happen because of what she’s done, and of course she’s guilty for breaking an unspoken rule of their relationship, but ultimately she’s afraid. She’s afraid that he won’t forgive her.

“There’s nothing you could do to make me love you less,” he says.

“But I can still hurt you.”

He’s so tired of being cold and so tired of the distance between them. He pulls her against him, even as she squeaks a protest. He squeezes her as if he can pull her warmth into him.

“Loving someone means giving them permission to hurt you,” he says, and hopes that she understands how much he means it. He’s never known love that didn’t come with pain, that didn’t come with disappointment, but he loves anyway. He loves the way he hopes, because if he didn’t, if ever stopped hoping things could be better or stopped loving someone with their faults, he doesn’t know that he’d ever find happiness again.

She sinks into him and buries her face in his shoulder. “What if..” her voice is so soft that he has to turn his head down and press his cheek to hers to hear her. “What if I… kissed someone else?”

And the worry in her voice is so palpable that Adrien can’t help himself. He knows that he would do anything to allay those fears. “I’d find a way to forgive you,” he says.

She takes in a deep breath and goes still.

“Are you wearing cologne?” she asks in a suddenly hollow tone.

Usually, he is, though not necessarily by his choice. Sneaking out for a midnight date meant he didn’t have to worry about what brands he might or might not be representing. “Not at the moment,” he confesses.

She pushes on his chest and he reluctantly lets her go. He wonders if he smells bad. He is wearing deodorant, isn’t he?

She looks up at him and he can’t find any trace of the guilt or fear in her eyes. Something like that fierce determination is back as she says, “What if I kissed Luka?”

His heart stutters suddenly and his stomach drops out of him and into the ground. He swallows, wholly unprepared for how sharply that shot wounds him. “Did you kiss Luka?” he asks.

“Would you forgive me if I did?”

He searches her eyes, searches for a glimpse of the truth, but he can’t tell what she’s thinking.

“I would,” he says, and tries to think of it purely in a hypothetical sense, since that’s all she’s offered it in. “I… I’d like to know why.”

“Because he kissed me,” she says. “And something about it felt familiar, so I kissed him back before I realized what I was doing.”

“Is it…” Adrien struggles to make a coherent thought. She was right—it hurt. “Is kissing Luka something you’d like to do again?”

“That depends. You said if I told you a secret, you’d tell me a secret.”

The wound in his chest still aches, but she’s right. He has to tell her. At least he knows that his secret won’t hurt her as badly as she hurt him. “I kissed Ladybug,” he says.

She hums, considering. “That certainly sounds like something your girlfriend shouldn’t find out about.”

Adrien’s heart jerks again. He searches her face, desperate to know what she’s really feeling, and this time he glimpses a bit of mischief in her eyes. Suddenly her question about his cologne makes sense. She’d uncovered him in the same way he’d uncovered her. It had just taken her a bit longer to discover Adrien’s scent underneath Adrien Agreste’s scent.

“You didn’t kiss Luka.” The relief in his chest leaves his words breathless.

She purses her lips. “No, but you deserved that, after the week I’ve had tearing my hair out about kissing Chat Noir.”

“Okay,” he admits. “Maybe I did. But I still would have forgiven you, even though it hurt.”

She takes his hand in hers, and rubs his cold fingers. He doesn’t have the words to describe how that one small action does more to repair this evening than anything that’s been said between them.

“I believe you,” she says. “I have a question, though, about your kiss with Ladybug.”

He bites down on his tongue, an anxious habit he learned when he was taught to mask his anxiety. “I knew it was you,” he assures her, “but only the moment before I did it. I swear.”

“I only wanted to ask,” she says slowly, eyes still on their hands, “if kissing Ladybug is something you’d like to do again.”

His lips tug back into a very Chat Noir-like grin. “That depends,” he says, “on if my lady is interested in kissing Chat Noir again.”

When she looks up at him, he no longer needs to wonder what she’s feeling. There’s heat in her eyes and she places one hand on the back of his neck.

Later, she’ll confess that his smell is contradictory, and that distinct contradiction is what allowed her to connect the dots. That she’d never understood how Chat Noir could smell so crisp and clean but like worn leather at the same time. That she’d never been able to discern the scent of Adrien’s fresh soap and dry-cleaned clothes beneath the cologne he was forced to advertise.

But tonight, they just kiss. They are warm and burning and as long as they burn together, they won’t burn out.

The stars fall in the constellation Gemini, and though Adrien and Marinette are no longer stargazing, Adrien makes a wish anyway. He makes the wish he came to make: more nights like this. More nights where it’s okay if he says the wrong thing, more nights where he and Marinette can talk through their mistakes, more nights that end in long, warm kisses like this.

#miraculous square dance 2023 #miraculous ladybug #ml fic #ml fanfic #ml #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug remix #adrinette

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sanstatouage · 9 months

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Jeux Érotiques

Le jeu avait simplement commencé par quelques regards, négligemment échangés lors des cours magistraux. Au début, Lila avait cru à un hasard, elle fixait naturellement les professeurs et les professeurs, eux, promenaient leurs yeux dans toute la salle, lorsqu'ils parlaient. Ces échanges subtiles se faisant de plus en plus nombreux, la jeune femme fini par croire à un intérêt purement professionnel de la part de sa professeure. Elle excellait en lettres modernes et avait déjà été de nombreuses fois félicitée, grâce à ça. Les yeux noirs de Madame Francés n'étaient donc qu'un encouragement à l'écouter un peu plus, ou encore un compliment pour son assiduité ? Naïve et encore jeune, Lila y croyait. Jusqu'à ce soir-là.

Comme beaucoup de jeunes adultes, Lila aime sortir, danser, boire. Le tout jusqu'à en oublier la vie, jusqu'à en perdre le souffle, jusqu'à en perdre la tête. Chaque vendredi soir, elle sort avec ses amis, chaque samedi matin elle dit « plus jamais ça » et chaque samedi soir, elle recommence. Ce samedi-là ne fait pas exception. La jeune femme fait face une dernière fois au miroir, le minois ravi. Il fait chaud, déjà, alors elle porte un short ridiculement court, un petit crop-top au crochet blanc. Ses longs cheveux sont lâchés dans son dos, de longues boucles rousses roulant contre ses reins. Un petit perfecto en simili-cuir, quelques bijoux et elle prend sa voiture, récupère quelques uns de ses amis.

C'est une petite troupe déjà bien échauffée qui arrive dans un des bars les plus branchés de la ville, situé sur un bateau et flottant dans l'immense cours d'eau qui traverse la ville. Sur le pont, des tables et des serveurs et serveuses qui voguent entre elles, des cocktails très colorés sur leurs plateaux. Dans la cale est aménagée une pièce immense où viennent danser les gens fatigués de boire. Un endroit dépaysant, où Lila vient s'évader tous les week-end... sans se douter que ce voyage-là sera sans doute d'autant plus exotique.

Sur place, ils retrouvent encore quelques potes de fac, un petit groupe déjà attablé autour d'une bonne bière fraîche ou d'un mojito alléchant. Lila s'assied parmi eux, commande à son tour un Blue Lagoon. Les conversations débutent, les esprits s'échauffent... Lila, elle, reste pleinement maîtresse d'elle-même. Force est de constater que ses petites soirées lui ont donné une certaine résistance et heureusement. A une table non loin, viennent de s'installer deux femmes. Et la présence de l'une d'elle... vient de déposer un sacré poids dans l'estomac de Lila. Madame Francés, Celene de son prénom, est installée juste à côté de la fenêtre, les coudes posés sur la table. C'est la première fois que Lila la voit... hors de la fac. La professeure a laissé tomber son chignon pour rassembler son incroyable chevelure noire sur l'une de ses épaules. Oubliée la sage tenue chemisier-jupe fourreau-chaussures à petits talons, la belle et tranquille femme est désormais vêtue d'une robe d'un rouge provoquant, moulante, fendue sur sa cuisse. Sa poitrine généreuse est pleinement offerte au regard, un collier doré roulant sur le moelleux de la chair bronzée. Machinalement, elle repousse une mèche de cheveux ébène, échange quelques paroles avec son amie, rit... Lila déglutit. Madame Francés est belle, libérée des carcans scolaires, femme parmi les femmes... Une nouvelle gorgée de son cocktail et elle tente d'en revenir à la conversation, s'empêchant de regarder à nouveau sa professeure. Perdue, elle ne remarque pas que c'est à son tour d'être regardée... désirée.

« Et voilà pour vous un autre Blue Lagoon, de la part de la dame en rouge, près de la fenêtre. » Lila fixe un instant le serveur, stupéfaite. Il a posé le verre devant elle, chuchotant quelques mots juste à côté d'elle pour qu'elle soit seule à les entendre. La dame en rouge... Lila relève la tête. Madame Francès est là, le menton appuyé sur son poing, observant son élève avec un sourire doux aux lèvres. Son amie parle au téléphone, lancée dans une discussion visiblement passionnante, laissant la liberté à la belle espagnole de séduire qui elle veut. Elle semble si assurée, c'en est presque provoquant. Lila l'observe un instant sans sourire, histoire de bien lui faire comprendre qu'elle n'est pas amusée par la situation... Quand la professeure se lève, lui jette un dernier regard en coin, une invitation on ne peut plus clair. Lila repousse le verre, sourcil froncé. Alors c'est comme ça ? Elle s'imagine gagner avec cette technique si simple ? La jeune femme se lève aussitôt, traversant la foule pour pousser la porte précédemment traversée par sa professeure. Elle mène à des escaliers qui descendent dans la cale, direction... les toilettes. Tellement, tellement prévisible...

Lila les descend rapidement, le battement de la musique la faisant vibrer, son pas rendu plus léger par l'alcool. A peine assez, elle a encore toute sa tête, et toute sa volonté. Ce n'est que pour faire payer à cette femme qui ose tout qu'elle est venue et elle le sait. La porte s'ouvre à la volée, Madame Francés est appuyée sur le lavabo, visiblement amusée.

« Je peux savoir ce que vous me voulez ?! »

Le ton de Lila est sec, son visage sérieux. On dirait une fillette qui joue mal la comédie. Celene s'approche, riant discrètement.

« Ces vêtements te mettent en valeur, Lila. »

Lila fait la moue.

« Vous pouvez parler, vous avez vu votre robe ? »

Un pas et Celene brise la distance entre elles. Lila regarde en haut, à droite, à gauche... tout, pour ne pas voir l'arrogante poitrine de sa professeure.

« J'en déduis qu'elle te plaît ? Regarde moi, Lila... c'est pour toi que je l'ai mise. »

La professeure prend doucement la main de son élève et la pose sur ses propres hanches, où l'on sent le tissu délicat de son vêtement et... rien d'autre. Ici, on aurait dû sentir la couture de son string, de sa culotte... peu importe, mais on aurait dû sentir quelque chose.

« Et ça aussi, c'est pour toi. »

Lila a les joues rouges et le cœur battant la chamade. Sa professeure... l'invite explicitement à partager un moment, là tout de suite. Un moment intime. Ses doigts se referment sur le tissu, elle sent la peau chaude au travers. Elle pourrait l'enlever, la repousser, foutre le camp de ces toilettes où elles sont seules, loin de la réalité. Elle pourrait... elle pourrait. Celene noue ses bras autour de sa taille, se rapproche, petit à petit. Ne se voyant pas repoussée, la professeure se fait de plus en plus téméraire. Une seconde et elle est blottie contre elle. Une seconde de plus et elle embrasse son cou, y laissant de petites traces rouges, sensuelles. Encore une seconde et leurs respirations s'accélèrent, leurs mains hâtives cherchent les limites de leurs vêtements. Le petit top en crochet est repoussé pour laisser les seins de Lila nus. La robe rouge si provocante est remontée sur les fesses de Celene, désormais offertes aux caresses, aux griffures... et même à une petite fessée qui fait couiner de surprise la femme. C'est à deux mains que Lila prend son fessier superbe, l'agrippant fermement. Leurs lèvres se joignent dans un baiser furieux, la jeune étudiante repousse sa professeure contre les lavabos. Ses doigts se baladent, s'enfoncent dans la chair souple, s'en vont même jusqu'à caresser ses cuisses, puis entre elles, là où poussent quelques petits poils aussi noirs que ses cheveux.

« Depuis combien de temps... ? »

Celene ricane, saisit une poignée de cheveux roux vifs.

« Depuis la première fois où mes yeux ont croisé les tiens. »

Alors c'est ça... ? Ça a toujours été plus que ça, plus qu'un regard venu d'une professeure fière d'une de ses élèves ?! Presque trahie, Lila la repousse encore, la soulève brutalement pour l'asseoir sur le dessus du lavabo, les fesses nues sur le marbre glacial. Madame Francés la voulait depuis le début, n'attendant visiblement que la bonne occasion pour lui faire part de son attirance. Le moment est là, enfin, intense et brutal... enivrant. La colère ne s'attarde pas, chassée par l'envie charnelle, si difficile à contrôler, à repousser. Les yeux dans les yeux, les deux femmes mènent une danse rythmée par la musique, pourtant si lointaine. Lila met un genou à terre, puis l'autre. L'une des mains de Celene se perd dans ses boucles, l'autre tient le tissu de sa robe relevé, s'offrant au regard de sa jeune élève. Lila n'a jamais embrassé entre les cuisses d'une femme et ses amants étaient toujours médiocres dans ce même acte. Mais entre femmes... elle ressent instinctivement là où embrasser, là où mordre... ses paupières se ferment, elle inspire profondément son parfum, ses lèvres courant sur la peau douce de ses cuisses. La poigne de la professeure se referme sur ses cheveux, l'incitant à venir un peu plus près, un peu plus intimement. Pour la forme, Lila y résiste, faisant soupirer Celene de dépit.

« Viens, s'il te plaît... Lila... »

Jugeant le ton assez suppliant, la jeune femme lui accorde un baiser sur le pubis, puis un autre, encore un, sa bouche caressant les petits poils drus, puis son clitoris, ses lèvres gonflées par l'excitation. Un soupir plus fort au-dessus d'elle et elle s'autorise à glisser sa langue le long de la fente trempée, les plaisirs féminins gouttant sur le marbre du lavabo. La belle robe rouge risque d'être souillée... Ses doigts qui crissent contre le vêtement, qui le repoussent, qui découvrent le ventre de Madame Francès... Et la femme qui gémit, les cuisses grandes ouvertes, la tête renversée en arrière, une cascade de cheveux noirs lui tombant contre les reins. Lila entend son prénom une fois, deux fois, cinq fois... puis cesse de compter alors qu'elle l'embrasse à pleine bouche, qu'elle dévore son intimité, qu'elle boit ses sucs à même la source. C'est délicieux, un nectar bien plus sucré, bien plus doux que la semence masculine, que Lila a toujours si peu aimé. Encouragée par les mouvements de sa désormais amante, elle la déguste jusqu'à la conduire royalement sur le chemin d'un orgasme bruyant, violent. Lila relève la tête, les yeux luisants, le menton trempé. C'était pour elle... c'était par elle.

Madame Francès remet pied à terre, tremblante sur ses talons hauts. Elle attire sa jeune élève dans une étreinte, échange avec elle un baiser encore mouillé de ses plaisirs. Lila l'enlace, presse ses fesses, la dévore de baisers... elle aussi en veut, sa culotte lui colle à la peau, son ventre la brûle terriblement.

« A toi, ma Lil... »

Des bruits de pas dans le couloir et la jeune femme cache sa poitrine découverte, sa professeure redescend tant bien que mal sa robe avant de l'attirer dans l'une des cabines. Les deux amantes se cachent en riant, comme deux adolescentes découvrant les plaisirs de la chair, ainsi que tous ses secrets. L'une intime à l'autre le silence, alors que la cabine d'à côté se fait occuper. Les jeux reprendront quand elles seront à nouveau seules... et en attendant, pourquoi ne pas se couvrir de baisers ?

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medusasbush · 8 months

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read august 2023

Closer to Fine: An On-Screen Journey

We're all bad neighbors now

The Agoraphobic Fantasy of Tradlife

On Rebranding Through Storytelling: a Non-Review of Barbie & Film Criticism

Do we live in hell?

The Business of Breathing

Red, White & Sacré Bleu

The Brain-Breaking Dissonance of Red, White & Royal Blue

Turns out, Barbieland isn't as gay as its queer fans had hoped

'Theater Camp,' a 'Best in Show'-inspired comedy, sends a love letter to amateur dramatists

everything was pink and nothing hurt: on barbie (2023), pinkydoll, and the dialectics of feminist pop culture

Come on, Barbie, Let's go party

You're Not Supposed To Want This

Did 'Barbie' need Ken?

Tech's broken promises: Streaming is now just as expensive and confusing as cable. Ubers cost as much as taxis. And the cloud is no longer cheap.

Rebecca Liu on ‘Barbie’

On Emma Seligman’s ‘Shiva Baby’

Hollywood Offered Jake Johnson a Path to Mega-Stardom, He Chose a Regular Life

Why note-taking apps don’t make us smarter

Pretty White Moms in Their Pretty White Houses: Let's talk about Momfluencers

The end of the Googleverse

What happens when Google Search doesn’t have the answers?

Reservation Dogs Is a Vision of Hollywood’s New Normal

#read lists #articles #s #forgot to do these for a while

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une-touille-en-vadrouille · 6 months

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Ils étaient forts, ils étaient beaux, ils sentaient bon le sable chaud... De leur vertu et de leur gloire, on fascinait les auditoires ! Les bons, les braves et les coeurs purs suivaient en choeur leurs aventures ... Au firmament des âmes aimées, brillaient leurs noms d'un feu sacré ! *Oooooh*

Bien, la scène étant posée, vos aventuriers ont a priori survécu à la nuit avec tous leurs organes encore connectés au réseau habituel, et se réveillent donc comme des fleurs avec les hurlements indignés des canards à 7 heures. C'est notre nouvel ennemi local.

Nous prenons un délicat petit déjeuner à base de pain et de fromage frais, lorsque sous le regard ébahi des deux docteurs, ma tartine s'essaye aux acrobaties (10/10 pour les figures effectuées) avant de me faire gagner un supplément terre et cailloux. Ça croustille sous la dent.

C'est ensuite tout guillerets et parfaitement sereins que nous entamons nos 5h de trajet jusqu'à la nouvelle frontière argentine, absolument persuadés que tout va bien se passer, comme hier. Après tout, Dr X a un tel karma qu'on estime au million le nombre de chatons tués dans son ancienne vie, que pourrait il mal se passer ?

En approchant de la frontière, le monde nous envoie un petit message en nous faisant traverser 20km de forêt crevée, dans une atmosphère digne d'Halloween.

Et bien mes amis, comme nous en étions intimement convaincus, nous avons ... Passé la douane sans aucun souci. Hormis le meurtre abject d'un paquet de clémentines et de notre gousse d'ail, volés par les contrôles sanitaires (heureusement qu'ils n'ont pas mis le nez dans nos chaussettes, on serait partis en quarantaine direct), le procédé a pris au moins 5 minutes !

Les douaniers nous ont demandé un quart des papiers d'hier, m'ont posé une question que je n'ai pas compris, ont dit "oh tant pis, on s'en fiche" quand je leur ai signifié mon incompréhension, et on tamponné les papiers. Fin. C'est un peu anticlimactic comme résultat je trouve, mais ... ON EST EN ARGENTIIIIIIIIIIIIINE

Nous découvrons alors (enfin, "on", Dr X et Touille, les mauvais élèves, Dr Rathatton ayant bien bachoté son trajet depuis deux mois) que le début de l'Argentine va être fort agréable : c'est un immense parc naturel !

Il y a encore pas mal de neige, ce qui nous limite dans la découverte des petits sentiers, mais déclenche des libérations de pulsions enfouies depuis hier par certain.e.s.

Après un déchaînement de violence qui vaudrait bien un reportage sur la crevette, nous faisons nos emplettes habituelles à l'arrivée dans un nouveau pays : carte sim et sousous.

Ici, c'est très bizarre : il y a de telles variations de la monnaie dans le pays qu'il y a carrément deux taux... Le taux blue, taux officieux auquel s'échangent les dollars dans le pays, et le taux officiel, utilisé par les banques et les cartes de retrait. On a quand même presque un facteur trois entre les deux ! On passe donc par western Union pour retirer des sousous, récupérons l'équivalent de 500 000 pesos argentins, et réalisons avec bonheur que nous allons pouvoir faire une imitation fort réaliste de Picsou : ici, le billet maximal est de ... 2000 pesos. Et vu qu'ils sont rares, on n'en a qu'une vingtaine, le reste est constitué de billets de 1000 et de 500. Vous avez déjà tenu une liasse de 550 billets dans la main ?

Ce sont donc trois mafieux devant planquer des centaines de billets qui partent se coucher ce soir, posés au bord d'un lac, et surtout ... Du bon côté de la frontière !

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bracketsoffear · 1 month

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Grey Noise (Marcus Hawke) "Evan is just trying to get his store, REWIND VIDEO, up and running. Fate, unfortunately, often has other plans. Then he finds something that would be the perfect touch, an old vacuum tube TV. One that keeps turning to static. And it too has other plans.

It follows you.

Drives you.

It’s already inside you.

Lose yourself in…GREY NOISE."

Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art (Christopher Moore) "The story surrounds the mysterious suicide of Vincent van Gogh, who famously shot himself in a French wheat field only to walk a mile to a doctor’s house. The mystery, which is slowly but cleverly revealed through the course of the book, is blue: specifically the exclusive ultramarine pigment that accents pictures created by the likes of Michelangelo and van Gogh. To find the origin of the hue, Moore brings on Lucien Lessard, a baker, aspiring artist and lover of Juliette, the brunette beauty who breaks his heart. After van Gogh’s death, Lucien joins up with the diminutive force of nature Henri Toulouse-Lautrec to track down the inspiration behind the Sacré Bleu. In the shadows, lurking for centuries, is a perverse paint dealer dubbed The Colorman, who tempts the world’s great artists with his unique hues and a mysterious female companion who brings revelation—and often syphilis (it is Moore, after all). Into the palette, Moore throws a dizzying array of characters, all expertly portrayed, from the oft-drunk “little gentleman” to a host of artists including Édouard Manet, Paul Gauguin, Georges Seurat, Claude Monet, Camille Pissarro and Pierre-Auguste Renoir."

#spiral poll #the spiral #poll #the magnus archives #leitner tournament #Grey Noise #Marcus Hawke #Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art #Christopher Moore

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❝ … get to know me meme ! … ❞ ─

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !

「 … tagged by… 」 ─ @nvrcmplt & @deathsprofit ❤︎ (it's not all the same questions, but they were a few repeats, so I'm wrapping them up)

「 … tagging … 」 ─ @intcritus, @everdaring, @despairforme & my dear followers, you can steal it ! Tag me if you want me to know you a little better.

「 … Alias/Name … 」 ─ writerinafoxhole, aka fox.

「 … birthday … 」 ─ 17th May.

「 … zodiac sign … 」 ─ taurus.

「 … height … 」 ─ 168 cm.

「 … hobbies … 」 ─ writing, photography, video games, learning languages and procrastinating.

「 … favorite colors … 」 ─ sea green and the colour of the Pacific Ocean.

「 … favorite flavors … 」 ─ spicy, cheese, salty stuff, chocolate, creamy Earl Grey and matcha.

「 … favorite genres … 」 ─ tough one, but I'm slowly sliding back in my action/adventure phase, crime fiction is also a big thing and if they are in the steampunk or urban fantasy subgenre, I'm in.

「 … favorite book … 」 ─ hard pick, but I'm going to say Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas by Jules Verne. Captain Nemo stand here.

「 … favorite music … 」 ─ l'm mister eclectic, I'm into alternative rock, sea shanties, movie soundtracks and musicals if you look at my vinyl collection, but my playlist goes from the The Pokemon Theme to The Show Must Go On, via Sacré Bordel (French Rap), so really it barely scratches the surface.

「 … favorite movies … 」 ─ another hard pick, but Amadeus would be my classic movie pick, The Lord of the Rings my trilogy pick, The Last Crusade my if I was stuck on an island movie, Beauty & The Beast the classic Disney movies I would save, but Mulan and Atlantis The Lost Empire are my favourite. My top three movies last year are Nimona, Asteroid City and Past Lives. I can go on...

「 … favorite series … 」 ─ as in ? Tv Show ? Our Flag Means Death, Chernobyl, Band of Brothers and Pushing Daisies. Manga ? One Piece, Fullmetal Alchemist & Gintama. Anime ? Cowboy Bebop & Psycho Pass. Books ? The Aubrey-Maturin by Patrick O-Brian...

「 … last song … 」 ─ China Reggaeton (feat. 黃秋生) by Namewee.

「 … last series … 」 ─ Death In Paradise.

「 … last movie … 」 ─ Poor Things.

「 … recent reads … 」 ─ Terra Incognita by Vladimir Nabokov.

「 … currently reading … 」 ─ Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, The City of Stardust by Georgia Summers and Kenobi by John Jackson Miller.

「 … currently watching … 」 ─ a YouTube video, usually it's a TV show I know playing in the background while I RP.

「 … currently working on … 」 ─ too many things, I am all over the place and I need to focus instead of procrastinating. Aiming to set a few objectives, the two big one are: taking care of myself and get back into working on my book.

「 … inspiration … 」 ─ art, people watching and stories, old rpg characters and songs.

「 … story behind url … 」 ─ oof it is a hard one, if I remember correctly, when I moved blog, I wanted something a little more poetic for Greaves. I think both words sounded pretty, I liked the definition and their union made me think of a katana with wave patterns or the light in Greaves eyes... And that is it.

「 … fun fact about me … 」 ─ I have a Mickey Mouse watch from my last trip to Disneyland Paris which I think was in 2009 or 2010 and I love it so much, I always wear it when I go out. I picked it because it looked like the Robert Langdon's Mickey Mouse watch in Angels & Demons movie.

#(ooc.out of the shadows)#bonsoir it is late (for me)#but look at me doing a meme #I apologise for last weekend I'm a bit of a mess #but I'll make it up to you guys this weekend #I kept it as short as I could #much love to all of you #I'll try to remember your birthdays #(ooc.trivia)#I tried not to repeat people that were tagged

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New IN THIS MOMENT Song 'I Would Die For You' Featured On 'John Wick: Chapter 4 - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack'

Lakeshore Records is set to release "John Wick: Chapter 4 - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack" digitally March 24 with an original score by Tyler Bates ("John Wick", "Guardians Of The Galaxy"),and Joel J. Richard ("John Wick", "The Andromeda Strain"). Bates and Richard, their scores an integral part of the success of the first three installments of "John Wick", return with another masterclass in high-intensity compositions that feature an array of instruments — including treated piano, mandolin, acoustic and electric guitar, bass, harmonica orchestra, synths, and found object percussion. Bates also produced songs performed by Lola Colette with Nick and Sam Wilkerson of the punk band WHITE REAPER on drums and bass respectively, as well as tracks with IN THIS MOMENT and Manon Hollander. In addition, the track co-written and produced by Bates with vocals by avant pop phenomenon and cast member Rina Sawayama, "Eye For An Eye", is available digitally. The Lionsgate film directed by Chad Stahelski and starring Keanu Reeves, Donnie Yen, Bill Skarsgård, Laurence Fishburne, Hiroyuki Sanada, Shamier Anderson, Lance Reddick, Rina Sawayama, Scott Adkins and Ian McShane is in theaters and IMAX on March 24.

Bates told Entertainment Weekly about his collaboration with IN THIS MOMENT: "'I Would Die For You' is a song that I wrote with Maria Brink and Chris Howorth of IN THIS MOMENT and [also] produced. Chad, literally, out of the blue, called me up, and he's like, 'Yo, Tyler, do you know this singer, I love her, Maria-something, she's in this band, IN THIS…?' I'm like, 'IN THIS MOMENT?' He said, 'Yeah, that's it!' I said, 'I'm actually working on their new record right now. [Laughs] They are real fans of 'John Wick', which is really cool."

"John Wick: Chapter 4 - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack" track listing:

01. Big Wick Energy 02. Nowhere To Run (Lola Colette) 03. Sand Wick 04. Change Your Nature 05. Continental Breakfast 06. Wick In Osaka 07. High Table In Osaka 08. A Grave Accusation 09. Grief On A Train 10. I Would Die For You (IN THIS MOMENT) 11. Of Mincing & Men 12. A Grave Situation 13. To Get Back In 14. Killa's Teeth 15. Ambition And Worth 16. Dog Lover 17. JW, Loving Husband 18. Stairs Arrival 19. Marie Douceur, Marie Colère (Manon Hollander) 20. John Wick Rises 21. Paris Radio Intro 22. Chess Club 23. Urban Cowgirl 24. Quite The Mess You've Made 25. The Ex Ex 26. The Ex Ex Chapter 3 27. Arc De Triomphe 28. Wrong Train 29. Sacré-Coeur Sunrise 30. Pistol Procession 31. Ten Paces 32. Twenty Paces 33. Helen A Handbasket 34. Eye For An Eye (Rina Sawayama) 35. Cry Mia River

Bates regularly transitions from scoring some of the world’s biggest film and television franchises, such as "Guardians Of The Galaxy" and "John Wick", to rocking massive audiences in the world of rock music, and back to the studio again writing and producing records with artists like HEALTH, BUSH, IN THIS MOMENT and STARCRAWLER, to name a few. In 2004, he created the menacing audio backdrop for the popular Zack Snyder reboot of "Dawn Of The Dead", beginning a string of nearly a dozen box office number ones that have contributed to well over five billion dollars cumulative worldwide box office gross for his projects. Bates then teamed up with Snyder again for the films "300", "Watchmen" and "Sucker Punch". His oeuvre expanded to include films like "Atomic Blonde", "The Devil's Rejects", "The Day The Earth Stood Still", "William Friedkin's Killer Joe", and TV shows like "Californication", "Punisher", "The Purge", "Kingdom", "Salem", "The Exorcist" and more. More recently, Bates scored the blockbuster "Fast & Furious Presents: Hobbs And Shaw", "Deadpool 2", "Jamie Foxx's Dayshift", Ti West's 2022 releases "X" and "Pearl", "The Spy Who Dumped Me", plus Genndy Tartakovsky's acclaimed animated series "Samurai Jack" and "Primal" on Adult Swim. After scoring Cirque Du Soleil's "R.U.N.", Bates embarked on the 2022 world tour in support of Jerry Cantrell's latest album "Brighten", which he also co-produced. With more new projects on the horizon including "Agent Elvis", Tyler Bates will undoubtedly continue to redefine what a composer is as a shapeshifting artist who's architected one of the most kaleidoscopic resumes in music.

Last October, IN THIS MOMENT released an EP called "Blood 1983". The effort commemorated the tenth anniversary of IN THIS MOMENT's gold-certified album "Blood" (2012) and was made available digitally across all digital service providers as well as CD via BMG.

"Blood 1983" was co-produced by Bates and Dan Haigh, and mixed by Zakk Cervini.

Since coming to life in 2005, IN THIS MOMENT has presided over a diehard fan base under the watch of "mother" figure and frontwoman Brink — joined by co-founder and lead guitarist Howorth, bassist Travis Johnson, guitarist Randy Weitzel and drummer Kent Dimmel. As millions convened upon the group's otherworldly and unforgettable concerts, they quietly emerged as one of the most influential and impactful bands of the 21st century.

To date, in addition to the gold-selling album "Blood", the quintet has garnered two gold singles — "Blood" and "Whore" — followed by Top 25 entries on the Billboard Top 200 with "Black Widow" (2014) and "Ritual" (2017). Bringing their total stream tally well past 200 million as of 2020, "Ritual" elevated them to new creative and critical peaks as well. Between selling out headline tours coast-to-coast, the group performed in arenas everywhere alongside DISTURBED and appeared at countless festivals from Welcome To Rockville to Sonic Temple. Along the way, they assembled their seventh full-length, the aptly titled "Mother" (Roadrunner) with longtime collaborator Kevin Churko (OZZY OSBOURNE, FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH).

IN THIS MOMENT is Maria Brink (lead vocals),Chris Howorth (guitars),Travis Johnson (bass),Randy Weitzel (rhythm guitar),Kent Dimmel (drums).

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