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vieryplus · 2 years
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mangocatart · 2 years
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Sylvain and Claude, The summer boys! ☀️
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red--dragoon · 2 years
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Sylvain: Hanging with Tens
"I won't ask if you like my swimsuit. I'll just say... you're welcome."
Summer is almost over, but Sylvain is still ready to hit the beach. Since he's in a sitting position, I also made him a beach chair!
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godly-feh-edits · 2 years
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(Mod Toto) Eleventh day of resharing my ice cream menus, featuring Sylvain and Ashe!
Once I finish this I should make one with Ash too 👀
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prwlnglthr · 10 months
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miłej kupalnocki, happy midsummer, etc etc etc!
from both me and my favourite slavic-adjacent king!
kupalnocka (noc kupały, kupala night, etc) is the traditional west and east slavic celebration of the summer solstice, love, and cleansing. among a number of other things, women weave garlands of flowers, herbs, and ferns and send them floating down rivers and streams to divine their future luck in relationships. to have it brought back was seen as a confession of love (even if for one night...) and a man would sometimes follow a particular woman's wreath even into deep or dangerous waters to return it. people would head into the forest to search for the legendary fern flower. which does not exist, of course. but who could blame you and maybe somebody of your choice for spending hours, alone, in the woods, all night, looking for such an important, elusive flower...
fun fact: the embroidery pattern is riffed from the traditional handicrafts of a region spread between poland, ukraine, and belarus! most slav per stitch!
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priintaniere · 2 years
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Sand, sunrise & fleur de sel
※ please do not repost my art ※  ➜ commission and ko-fi links in bio
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nagasleeps · 2 years
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sylvix summer magic 🐠🌊
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sleepy-bear-tm · 1 year
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"His highness seems to forget he's not alone on the battlefield, let's give him a hand, yeah?"
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platinumamiii · 11 months
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~ Summer Sylvain ~
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brokehorrorfan · 8 months
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I'll Always Know What You Did Last Summer will be released on Blu-ray on September 26 via Sony. The third installment in the I Know What You Did Last Summer was released direct-to-video in 2006.
Sylvain White (Slender Man, The Losers) directs from a script by Michael D. Weiss (Journey to the Center of the Earth). Brooke Nevin, David Paetkau, Torrey DeVitto, Ben Easter, and Don Shanks star.
Special features are listed below.
Special features:
Audio commentary by director Sylvain White
The Making of I'll Always Know What You Did Last Summer
Trailer
A group of small town teens who kill a fellow friend in a 4th of July prank. They all band together and decide to take their secret to the grave. Little do they know that they really will be taking their secret quite literally to the grave as one year later their secret comes back for revenge. The friends try to survive and figure out the identity of their tormentor before they end up dead themselves.
Pre-order I'll Always Know What You Did Last Summer.
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theogonies · 11 months
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dinky ass gloves leaving half of his palms uncovered. there's no way these bitches are contributing to his combat performance when he has to adjust them every five seconds to keep them from sliding off his damn hands. literally what purpose do they serve other than being a fucking tease. 😐 slut. 😐
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mangocatart · 2 years
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Sylvain brain-rot hours
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red--dragoon · 2 years
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Dimitri: Sky-Blue Lion
"My home gets a lot of snow, so I am used to the cold. But all this sunshine will take some time to adjust to…"
Sure it's mid-September and the weather is finally starting to cool down, but I finally finished summer Dimitri who I totally didn't procrastinate on!
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oceancracker · 1 year
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sylvain on vacation
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summer-in-florence · 1 year
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Exchanging of Years - Yurivain fic for NYE 2023
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AU: Post-war 10 years. House Gautier took in Yuri Leclerc as the Margrave's personal companion, and the Margrave, divorced but not childless, is happy to suffice any of his companion's desires in exchange for network and strength from Yuri's men.
Crossposted on twitter and ao3!
Sylvain has been divorced twice in the span of an entire decade, three children; Yvonne, Andre, and toddler Ramon – but in record time, this would be the first time in years that he's spent the exchanging of years with a lover in his bed. Though not exactly a lover, not exactly a friend either. A company would be appropriate, though whatever is it that they have is much deeper than just feeble companionship, and even deeper than what he had with the two women that gave him sons and a daughter to raise.
Compatibility, understanding.
Fifteen years ago Yuri had shown him the gifts that Sylvain was allowed to have – despite the thorns of initial distrust and the give and takes of earned faith upon each other. That even the rake of Gautier was allowed to feel belonged, understood.
Quite funny how love had never served him as well as Yuri's detached offers did, because he is right now, laying atop of the mockingjay's chest and feeling his lungs bloom and cease with the steady shared heartbeat of theirs, watching his people set fire flowers to light and crackle upon the midnight sky. Never once had 'love' gave Sylvain this much peace, never. There are fingers carding in his hair, and he's never felt as content as he is in years.
"Guardian Moon has arrived," he says, rather lazy to pick himself up from his nest.
Yuri swallows a yawn. "I know, I can hear your old clock downstairs raving." He has always have keener ears than most. "It's just another monday to me."
"10 years in and you've finally shown me your less than romantic side, as if you wouldn't be pulling me in all sorts of stunts in parties before."
Sylvain lets himself be pulled by the jaws, up to where Yuri's face lies. "The memo is that we've gone senile, Gautier."
The remark makes him snort – because really, senile? From Yuri Leclerc? He steals a peck that lingers too long on Yuri's lips. "You're not gonna age, ever."
"Charming. I knew you're going to curse me to immortality sooner or later."
"Prefer me hunting over your head?" He smiles. It prompts Yuri into one of his goddess-given heartfelt laughters; something real. Something shared.
Fireworks crackle aloud, guards must be celebrating downstairs. "Oh, the nostalgia, Sylvain, darling."
Several years ago, Sylvain forgot just how long, he would've spent the exchange of seasons drowning in shallow pleasantries. Alcohol and sex, pipes and the bellowing smoke of burnt leaves, illegal and extorted indiscreetly enough by the powers of his birthright. When war was set in motion, and nobles like him, nobles of his pathetic rank like him, would've been all day and every second standing in the frontlines. Garrisons and fortresses longed for his name, but that was a time when he was too young, too boyish to know things other than his eventual noble death protecting the, also, too-young king.
Shallow pleasantries made up for the terrors he felt under his skin, passing by commoners he did not know – could not identify. It eased him enough to think. To stand.
Yuri was one of them; both escapism, and terrors, gossamer in his nimble thieving feet, a marriage of two of Sylvain's worst enemies at once.
He had wanted his life. Accepted his fates that one day, one simple day, he'd have that man's blood soiling his hands. 'For everything,' the Gautier had thought, obsessively in his slurry of a mind, busied and collapsing in itself from the dark weight that he had to pull. 'For the war,' he murmured, 'for victory. Faerghus. My friends.'
But the ever-conundrum Euris, Yuri Leclerc, with his own spiralling darkness, gave him what he had yearned most: camaraderie.
Camaraderie in his pain, the void that ensembles into bloodlust in Sylvain's mind. Yuri understood, and when Sylvain was willing to let himself be, he understood, too.
'Men are vile beings,' they agreed, 'we are barbaric given the right moment.' Tenderness and love are futile, in the end of the day. No love is big enough to grasp how macabre men can become. Both being on the front lines, they swallowed it down in unison. The only kindness they deserved were of each other's, and it was an oath, of some sort.
Of two desperate men, clinging the edges of life, not knowing whether they'll survive another day of thievery; of warmongering.
Soon it was 'business', and after 'business' was companionship.
And here they are, on Sylvain's bed fit for four people if the Margrave see fits, watching fireworks of a distant sky and thinking, 'there was a time that I knew I was never going to make it.'
One daughter, two sons, two ex-wives.
Margrave Sylvain Gautier.
A companion that he trusts, one that builds the foundation of his strongholds as a man of the country. Yuri Leclerc, the thieving mockingjay Gautier took and adopted – now a falcon on Sylvain's arms.
He sits up, leaves the bed and pours cider for them because the winter breeze is too cold for greying animals resting in stables. Yuri almost made a sound of protest, but Sylvain swaddles him with more of his duvet that he didn't. Mussing the lavender strands under his palms.
"I'll have you and your help again this year, Leclerc." He manages to say from the rims of his glass.
Another laugh, a real one. Something genuine; he's been genuine with Sylvain for a while. "My Lord, Margrave," Yuri nods.
Reaching down, confiscating all these walls they have built for years and throwing them away, Sylvain arrests Yuri's chin. The kiss placed on Yuri's forehead is an oath. The most noble of one, from one noble to his loyal subject, friend, companion – his almost lover.
Of two men brittled from war. Like vows, matrimonial and sacred. Witnessed by the solstice of the Guardian Moon.
"Happy new year," the Margrave whispers. "May us make it tomorrow, and next year too."
END.
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wonkyreads · 1 year
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I used to write reviews here instead of just Goodreads. I’m hoping to going back to that, but to be honest, I moved last year and don’t have space for my books. This means I stopped taking pictures for the BPCs, so I stopped taking pictures of my recent reads, so posting here felt pointless. I like ranting here, though. Next year, I will attempt to keep that up.
For this year, take an end of the year top worst and best. (And keep in mind these are obviously just my opinions! This list also doesn’t reflect the books I DNF’d because I don’t consider them read personally.)
Top 10 Worst Reads of 2022
10. The Themis Files by Sylvain Neuvel
- So this is a sci-fi trilogy where a girl accidentally discovers a giant mecha hand buried deep underground and grows up to be a scientist and studies/digs up all of these mecha pieces. The first book is genuinely good, but the arguments and plot lines the author decided to take with the rest of the series progressively pissed me off more and more, though. Not a bad series, just ultimately not one I enjoyed.
9. A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
- I feel I’m gonna piss a fair amount of people off with this one, but it won’t be the last time in this list. With how popular this book is online I don’t feel the need to explain what the plot here is. The writing of this book was beautiful, definitely, it was the content I couldn’t stand. I’m a fan of angst. This was not angst. This was throwing a shelf’s worth of terrible things into a sack and shaking it up to see what happened. This was actively attempting to make people feel things in a way that felt so over the top and transparent that I found myself hardly caring at all. To me, this reeks of romanticizing queer trauma and just trauma in general. I’m just not here for it. Show me redemption or healing, they’re harder to write anyway since it seemed all Yanagihara cared about was the mechanics behind the story and not the story itself.
8. The Kite Runner by Khalid Hosseini
- This book is kind of a modern classic and it’s just… I’m not sure how I was supposed to sympathize with the main character. This is the story of Amir and Hassan, two boys in Afghanistan in the 70’s. Hassan’s father works for Amir’s, but the book spends a large amount of time trying to guilt you into feeling bad for Amir, our main character. That’s kind of the whole plot (without spoilers) as I remember it if I’m being honest. The writing was fine and I’ve liked Hosseini’s books in the past, I just disliked the main character so much it kind of ruined everything. I disliked feeling guilty for not liking him. It all kind of got in the way of the message for me.
7. The Bodyguard by Katherine Center
- Hannah’s a bodyguard and Jake’s a down-to-earth movie star who seems to have a stalker problem. I adore the concept, but I think my main problem with this book is that I hyped it up for myself and told myself I’d love it. That and the premise felt like a promise of some kind of danger and by the time anything actually dangerous happened it was so ridiculous I laughed at it. It’s the over-the-top kind of romance I tend to not like, though. I fully admit to skimming the epilogue because I also kind of hate romance novels that do that.
6. We Are the Brennans by Tracey Lange
- Sunday Brennan gets into a drunk driving accident and then must swallow her pride and move back to New York where her large Irish Catholic family pretends they don’t need her either. This book is about family secrets, but all I really remember about it is that it did this really bad, gimmicky thing where every chapter ended with the same exact sentence, usually dialogue, that the next chapter began with. When it’s done a couple times to show that we’re in the same scene we just left only in a different perspective, or better yet the two perspectives don’t hear the dialogue the same way, it’s fine. But it was every single chapter. Every one of them. I’m also super picky about domestic drama books like this. Hard pass for me.
5. A History of Wild Places by Shae Earnshaw
- Honestly, I’m not sure how to some this up without spoilers so I’ll just say it’s a cult-y mystery told in multiple time lines. This is the second book I’ve read by Earnshaw and both were promising starts with disappointing developments for me. For me, the book was too predictable to be satisfying and, worse, often it felt like the most boring option was constantly being chosen. The concept was originally very promising, but the closer I got to the end and realized the twist wasn’t going to be fun or interesting, the more reading the book started to feel like a chore.
4. There’s Someone Inside Your House by Stephanie Perkins
- Oof. I don’t know how I picked this book up and didn’t expect it to be a teen slasher. I’ll watch a slasher any day of the week (including the movie made from this book), but reading them is kind of boring. You know the tropes, so when they’re followed it’s anticlimactic. I also found some of the character interactions hard to believe, which didn’t help raise my opinion any. I’m just harsh on thrillers and any books involving “small towns.”
3. Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo
- When his BFF Eddie, and definitely not his boyfriend, dies of apparent suicide, Andrew moves into Eddie’s old house with Eddie’s friends to find proof that Eddie’d been killed. There’s also some supernatural stuff and dark academia themes. This is another opinion I feel will make enemies, and it’s one I’ve actually posted here before. I read this book so early in the year that I’ve forgotten most of the specifics about it. What I remember disliking the most, though, was along the same lines as A Little Life. So much felt like it was just there to romanticize queer pain and what was left outside of that was a disappointingly slow mystery that didn’t really surprise or scare me. I think the conversations this book attempted to have were interesting, I just also think it failed to pull it all off. I didn’t believe or feel these characters. I didn’t care for how much it read like Ronan (of The Raven Boys) fanfic. I was consistently annoyed with smart characters avoiding the plot line or making idiotic choices. Also, I’m still traumatized by how obsessed literally everyone was with Eddie, I’m genuinely avoiding books using that name now. All around, absolutely wasn’t for me.
2. Dating Dr. Dil by Nisha Sharma
- Romance is not my genre. Romance that is so over-the-top crazy unrealistic is super not my genre. This book follows Kareena and Dr. Dil in a retelling of The Taming of the Shrew. Kareena is supposed to get married before her younger sister and her family is pressuring her, also her dad is selling her childhood home. Dr. Dil hosts a TV show and wants to raise money for his community clinic. I disliked Dr. Dil so, so much and Kareena was so inconsistent. The book felt so unedited and contradictory that I was constantly annoyed with it. The balance between show and tell was nonexistent; you can’t tell me what these characters are and not back it up and expect me to like them or believe them. People’s reactions were crazy over-the-top sometimes and if I have to ask of people actually act like that in real life, I’m already frustrated. I adore The Taming of the Shrew. I could watch 10 Things I Hate About You on repeat. I wanted to love this book so, so badly and was so utterly disappointed in what I got.
And last, but certainly least:
1. Verity by Colleen Hoover
- Verity was one of my most recent reads (I, regrettably, listened to it while icing sugar cookies for Christmas) and it follows Lowen attempting to write the end to a book series she’s never read before by snooping through the original authors memoir manuscripts. Or something. I have never read a Colleen Hoover book before and bought this one through audible years ago because everyone seemed to love it so much. This book has a 4.4 rating on Goodreads. I would just like to know how. Honestly. Talk about unbelievable characters! There were so many unnecessary gratuitous sex scenes in this book and just.. laughable suspense. A lot of the “twists” in this book were so predictable, but I do have a few questions; namely, how the fuck did Jeremy’s milquetoast ass get two women to become so obsessed with him so fast? Also, do people actually think like Lowen does? Holy shit. No really, I have SO many questions and I’m fairly certain none of them are the kind Hoover intended for me to have. I could go on for hours but I’m attempting to avoid spoilers and also it’s a fairly loved book and I don’t want to verge into the territory of yucking someone’s yum or anything, I just genuinely don’t understand. 4.4! Jesus Christ!
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