#YES i still remember the first time i watched this film as a child

[poisonous-lemonade]

hii, are you accepting requests right now? (if not, feel free to just ignore this😅)

I love the reactions you wrote for the obey me cast with child!mc!!

so I had this idea that the cast and mc don't have contact with each other after mc goes back to the human world (for whatever reason)

But when mc is like 20 they get teleported again to the devildom, so they see each other for the first time in years and mc is all grown up now, how would the brothers react to that?

A/N: AH- that's so cute 💛 Pt 2 will be out soon!

All Grown Up

MC tugged on Diavolo's hand, Barbatos by their side as they walked together to the portal, ready to send the young human back to the human realm. The brother awaits there, Mammon and Asmo on the verge of tears. Satan patting Asmo's back without much interest. Belphie, was more awake than usual when compared to the tall giant that was his twin, Beel, with dark circles under his eyes. Levi stuck next to Lucifer, rubbing his tears away before they get the chance to spill and Lucifer stood tall, his pride and loyalty holding him back from just stopping this entire thing.

"Do I have to go?" Mc asked, it had only been a year but that year spent with Mc was the best of the brothers' life, they got to have a younger sibling again, well, for some it was definitely a new experience.

Mc had spent their 6th birthday there, it was the best one they had ever had, even if the human competition was no match for Devildom celebration or festivities.

"I am deeply sorry, but you do, you may come back when you are older, yes?" Nodded Diavolo, bending down to the small child's height, fixing the small paper crown he had placed on their head. "Remember, we will always be here for you." Mc nodded her head at his kind words, although she did not understand them fully.

They understood that they had their pact marks and the protection of the Seven Brothers and the Royals of Devildom as well as high-ranking angels and an immortal sorcerer but they couldn't quite grasp it all.

"Will, will I see you all again?" Asked the small child, sending the emotional brothers into a crying fit, bawling into their jackets, their sleeves and (in Beel and Belphie's case) each other.

"Of course, you will, my dear, one day, I promise," Lucifer spoke, patting Mammon's back gently. "One day you will be older, and one day, we will see you again. I swear on it."

Mc was grown, plagued with memories of this place called 'Devildom', some imaginary place she had probably made up when their parent made them watch some biblical film, although they cannot remember it.

Not only were they plagued with memories, but they were also plagued with visions, one's that made almost zero sense until the right moment.

One time they could've sworn they saw a peacock in their room before a big speech, little did they know, but they were fueled with confidence when they were sent in front of the classroom which suddenly seemed so small, so hard to breathe, and yet they did it. They didn't get a high mark on the speech, but even they impressed themselves with that random boost of pride.

A couple weeks before, they saw an odd amount of crows outside their window, they then decided they would feed them like any 8-year-old would, oddly enough, the number was an even 12, even more odd was when 12 seemed to be their lucky number, they found 12 bills, 12 coins, 12 shiny rocks, 12 everything, it was strange to them but they was so grateful, they couldn't help but feel lucky.

But then a couple of months ago Mc had the strange feeling of being watched, like something in the shadows of their closet and the shadow of under the bed, but it felt warm and safe until they learnt it was a snake, then they were really scared, still, as her parents took it outside, she could’ve sworn things were missing from her, what an envious little snake.

Then after the peacock, Mc must've been imagining it because there was no way that there was a unicorn in their room, but their mane felt so real and soft and comforting, it even curled up on their lap like a cat as she read a story aloud, when it left however, just outside their window, it looked like a tornado had gone through it, it must've been a really angry unicorn.

Then almost immediately after, a scorpion was found in their mother's makeup box, its pinchers and stinger trying to put eye shadow on itself, it was almost funny if not terrifying, but MC couldn't just go up to their mother of the night, telling her that they stole her makeup box and that there was a scorpion in it, so they didn't, they just let it do its thing, it was almost loving to MC.

Then the next day a cow and bear appeared in their room, how did they even get in?! The bear was massive! Like it was so big it couldn't even make it through the window big and the cow was a cow! How did a cow get in with a big bear! The bear ate all of their food, they barely got a chance to taste it and the cow just slept on their lap. What a lazy and gluttonous duo.

A few years later, all those imaginary friends started to fade, the peacock's colour fading, the luck of crow stopping suddenly, and the snake came back, only for a moment, to give back her things, like they were always there. The unicorn rarely showed up but he always did when they were mad, he didn't anymore, and the weird scorpion suddenly disappeared one day, in front of their eyes. The bear and cow, who only slept and ate, stopped, they just sat around, not sleeping, not eating, not anything, before they just never showed up.

This was a great weight off MC's back, still, they couldn't feel like a part of them was suddenly missing, like a part of their life was suddenly gone.

But they were older now, they weren't going to let this get in the way of things. They were grown, an adult, a real adult, finally. They had high hopes for graduating this year, they might've been held back because of their 'disappearance' but this was their year.

Oh, how wrong they were.

Suddenly, like clockwork, they sat at their desk, the feathered pen in their hand, the golden rings on their fingers, and headphones wrapped around their neck, the floor began to cave in on itself, sending a spike of fear in MC before they jumped out of her chair, their heart beating fast, knocking over their skincare, the unicorn statue they kept around shattered, the cow and bear plushie tore apart from each other's arms, as the sinkhole grew, MC was frozen in place, their heart beating so fast that they could barely keep up with it as their room rumbled, they tried to stand up before falling back and into the black abyss.

"Welcome back, MC."

Pt 2 coming soon!

#fanfiction #writing #fiction #obey me shall we date #imagines #obey me fluff #obey me child mc #obey me brothers #obey me dateables #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #obey me brothers x reader #gn reader #Toxic_Lemon.original

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TMNT ONE SHOT - Holiday Season - A Special gift

Christmas was not your favorite holiday, at least you had a mutant turtle to help out in this trying times (GN READER, Tw: dysfunctional family, arguments and bickering related to food, crying mentioned)

Fluff - makeout / first kiss with *insert turtle you like* after a shitty xmas (English isn’t my first language and I didn’t proof read this 😗✌️, pls don’t hesitante to correct me if you see something off putting, I hope you guys still like it!)

You climb up the last steps of the fire scape connecting the roof top of your building, dragging your feet as you groan one last time, it’s impressive you can hear your relatives arguing several stores bellow, you have lost count how many times people can pick on each other on their free will. You drag your hands along your face and sigh, you want nothing more but to distance yourself from that.

You didn’t get to feel much of The “Christmas spirit” everyone seem to love and cherish since you left your childhood years, and it seems that every year you learn to dislike December a little bit more. As much as The Grinch was deeply relatable for you lately, you didn’t want it to be, having a dysfunctional family in such a tender Holiday was kinda like receiving punch in the gut every day until 25th of December died out. After the first 10, the warm smiles and happy wishes over a great season seem to constantly mock your misery, leaving you bitter and resentful.

Leaning over the edge of your building, you check the many light up windows and different narratives playing along on your neighborhood, a family all gathered up taking a picture by their decorated tree on the left, you let a chuckle out by thrilled parents filming a rather young child by your right, to what it seems taking their first steps by their excitement.

it was nice seeing different kind of life’s playing along the fairy lights on the streets bellow, secretly wishing yours would be a little bit like theirs, reality seems distant as you accidentally disassociate, thinking how -your- family would be seen compared to those merry ones, your parents resentment growing against each other every minute, barking mean comments left and right to you messing apparently everything up. The perfect picture of a broken home. Awful to see, awful to be part of.

You sigh as you recall what drove you to the edge moments ago, a silly comment really, it was so small compared to the constant bickering around the whole month of December, but picking on you eating a single cookie? That you made? You spent the whole day cooking. The whole day trying to have a good Christmas, you can feel yourself fuming as you remember how much you have worked your ass off the whole month for their presents, for a good Christmas dinner, as they wouldnt even buy a single pair of sock for you. Give you a single “thank you” for all of your efforts, You tried, you really did, Despite all the odds against your favor, you still tried, when you finally decide you give yourself a taste of your hard work, your family dares to give you shit about your eating habits? No. Nuh uh.

That was the last drop. You marched to your room as you heard someone giving you shit one last time after harshly dropping the plate on the dining table. knew you would be screwed when they found out you were gone, no amount of locks would keep them at bay for longer than 2 to 3 hours. But god, you needed a time out. Yes, you would rather freeze your butt on a dirty and frozen roof top than to listen to another passive aggressive bullshit comment.

“you have been hiding here all this time?” A familiar voice fills out of the foggyness of your thoughts, your head turns around slightly, watching a well known silhouette marvelously shining through the moonlight “nobody’s seen you in days” his tone isn’t harsh or accusative, you can almost hear a incredulous chuckle out of him, he speaks lightly, curious to your whereabouts, you can also hear him landing near the regular rooftop entrance, you stare once again to the uncountable windows and buildings in front of you.

He waits for you to retaliate, reply with witty comeback, flash him an apologetic smile, anything, but silence wins you over. He knew something was up when you were this quiet, your family would be the main topic when you vanished like that, he also knew you needed space to deal with such matter, in due time, you would ask for comfort, you would seek for his presence, just like when he comes to you, yet this time it never came, you never came. The ninja turtle slowly leans over, trailing his eyes ahead as you do.

A sniff catches him off guard, he knows it shouldnt, but it does, he glances at you to finally see your glossy eyes staring ahead, a blush covering your cheeks and nose; You look adorable, sad, disappointed, frustrated, but still can’t help but to find you adorable, his hearts stings as you rapidly catch a sneaky tear roll down your cheek, turning your back at him before he can catch you in this arms.

“Didn’t want to bother.” your voice comes out more shaky than you would like, a bit hoarse due to the current season, you rub your hands together, if he questioned about your well being, you could just blame it on the cold weather,on the perfect snowflakes falling above you two.

“You could never bother” he trails along slowly, weary as if you were a scared cat, afraid that any hasty movement could make you dash “how about we go to the lair? Everyone misses you.” he gently places a hand on your back, “I miss you” he ponders, moving slowly to be by your side, your eyes don’t meet his, he wants to lean down, he wants your eyes locked on his, he wants you to trust him as much as he trusts you, he wants nothing more but to hold you close and kiss your sorrows and tears away.

he stays put instead, waiting on your call.

You instinctively turns towards him, his warmth drawing you in, you want to smile, to tell him over and over that eveything is fine, you were just busy, he doesn’t have to worry.

Instead your mouth is pressed in a tight line, you can feel your lips trembling when you try to speak, you know words will come out wobbly, and for the first time, you won’t be able to hold back tears in front of him. This is pathetic. You think, you want to be at the lair. You want to be near them, but how can you explain you can’t bare to see their love, brotherhood and companionship tonight? You can’t feel part of it? This night isn’t about you, it has never been and it will never will be, you just get used to it.

You look up; your thoughts swimming through your eyes, you open and close your mouth, how do you explain you crave affection, but can’t seem to bear it?

The turtle holds you in a swift movement, carrying you with ease, gently but still firmly holding you against his plastron in princess style, the familiar adrenaline rushes trough you as you can feel him jumping from roof top to roof top, you don’t have words to question him, astoundingly admiring him as you stare at his focused face facing the horizon ahead.

You close your eyes for a moment, learning your face over the valley of his neck and collarbone, in a blink of an eye, songs, chatter and laughter fills the air and you remember you are in New York , the most magical city to be this time of year. Yes, you had probably the crappiest month of your life, but for a moment, you let yourself drift away in bliss, focusing on sounds and passing colorful lights.

He settles both you on a empty office balcony, everything is dark inside accept for the faint lights on a very worn out tree looking back at you, you check your own reflection, your eyes are red and puffy, your hair is uneven, and there are millions of colors shining behind you.

The Rockefeller was the most iconic place all over New York during Christmas time, slowly turning around, the tree and it’s surroundings leaving you both speechless, you loved Christmas lights, it was impressive to say the least how the decorations were absolutely ethereal. ever so slowly, you both sit down and admire the virw quietly.

“You don’t have to deal with everything on your own” is the first line he graces you, you wanna laugh with that alone, look who’s talking you think over, but you can’t say it, you know he is right, he chuckles as if he could read your mind, he gently tilts your head upwards “next time, call me. Text me. Reach out, for goddess sake.” He smiles at you, you let out a huff, smiling shyly “you have so much on your plate already, I just, I didn’t-“

“You deserve so much better” he shakes his head, lips pressed in a thin line. Over many years of his life, he has thought he had too little and humans had absolutely everything on top side, it was unfair and left a sour taste over his mouth. you have shown him that kind of thought was childish, he had a family, he had people he could count on, that’s alone is a lot more than what many people have, He can’t take that fact for granted anymore.

He also knew your biggest wish was to be part of something like that, his biggest wish was to make you feel part of it, maybe even something more.

You shyly lace your pinky with one of his fingers, ducking away as you felt your face burning under his deep gaze, you were so appreciative of his family, of him, of his patience and dedication, to say you have a crush on the turtle was an understatement, everything the he did made your heart skip a beat, the way he would always seek out for you during hangouts, how he cared for your preferences and well being, you found yourself unable to look away when he was training, when he would laughs so care freely, when he gets lost on his interests and everything seems to slow down around the both of you. You rest your head gently over his shoulder, you know you can get lost in his eyes quickly, you bite your lip when you think of his, and how heavenly it would feel against yours.

“It’s alright..” that what you manage to come up with, it’s cheap and it’s empty, but you don’t know what else to say. “No it’s not.” He says it firmly, interlocking your fingers tightly to prove his point.

Sometimes, you swear he feels the same as you do, you swear you can catch a soft longing from him across the dinging table, across the dojo over self defense training, short glances that are filled with unspoken words, that the innocent touches are not so innocent anymore. but life has taught you not to hang on those wishes, not to have hope. It was hurtful to do so.

“why do you care?” you let a frustrated sigh out, you hate how you just asked that the moment the words left your mouth, you aren’t frustrated at him per say, more towards your feelings, at how clammy your hands feel around his, how fast your heart is beating, how you secretly hope he knows that you didn’t mean to let that question out, how much of a chicken you were, how you fought annoying daydreaming scenarios with him on daily basis and yet just wish he kissed you already.

“Because I do.” he makes you look at him again, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, and for the first time tonight, you look at him, you really look at him, how he is breathing fast, how dilated his pupils are when he looks at you, how his thumb drags temptingly over the bottom of your lips, letting out a shaky breath as he squeezes your hand one last time.

“because I just do.” His gaze is locked in yours, pleading, full of what you have denied yourself for years, telling eveything you have ever wanted without any words. He was yours, and you are his.

you finally tell yourself fuck it and kiss him.

It’s desperate, it’s passionate, it’s eveything you want and more, you drag your nails on the nape of his neck and draws him into your space, your chest hits is plastron as he grips your hips as he pins you down against the ground, the way you hook one of your leg on top of his shell drives out a moan out of him, making you arch your back, you nibble his bottom lip as you swear you gonna lose your mind.

You don’t know how long has passed, your grip on him is as strong as his as you lay beneath him, you makeout until you are both out of breath, until the anger and frustration has been worn out and you two slowly melt together, once fervent kisses turns into soft, gentle ones, until you are both looking at each other, smiling and giving pecks between giggles, translating eveything you have both been feeling towards each other

“Goddamn.” he draws a hearty laugh out of both you, the turtle rests is forehead against yours, sighing dreamily, giving you feather light kisses on your cheeks as you pull him closer.

“I care a lot about you too.” you drunkly smile to him, caressing his cheeks tenderly, “I sure hope so.” you hook your arms around his neck, laughing at his antics.

“I gotta tell you something tho.” you tilt your head curiously, he looks down at your lips, licking instinctively as you bite yours.

“you surprisingly taste like gingerbread cookies”

That makes you giggle once more.

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It’s 3 am and Idk how to finish so hopefully the end it’s not too abrupt *confetti sounds* 🎉 let me know if you guys liked it!

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #giulia writes #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2003 #tmnt donatello #tmnt fandom #tmnt bayverse turtles x reader #tmnt bayverse

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This Week in BL - A New Entry My Top 10 BLs of All Time

March 2023 Wk 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Bed Friend (Sat YT, GaGa & iQIYI uncut) ep 7 of 10 - the plot remains much the same and I am getting very concerned they extended this one as it’s starting to flag. Might have been my first high heat 10/10 candidate if they had kept it at 8 eps. Bummer. I mean it’s still good and I’m still enjoying it, but... character development is a thing.  

Future (Thai Sun YouTube & Gaga) ep 2 of 5 - Drunken gathering is such a hallmark of this franchise. Tiny bit of James flirting! (He’s my fav character ever since Love Mechanics original and the punch). Fuse is right to be worried about getting drunk bc he wants to be able to take care of Ana. I love the actor who plays Top (the ex). I’ve said it before (Remember Me) I really want him to get his own series. Also adventures in translation, Top did not say “I can’t believe you’re dating this man”, he said “I can’t believe you’re dating this kid/child”. These two are the ULTIMATE over dramatic college gays. Their relationship has NO drama but they will make it anyway. 

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) 4 of 12 eps - I like it more and more each new ep. The leads are developing a fun playful relationship. It’s a bit slapstick for me but it’s not offensive or boring. 

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 5 of 12 - I don’t know. I’m just finding this one kind of boring now. Although, it looks like we are getting cute boyfriends next week so that might be nice. 

Tin Tam Jai (Tues Gaga & iQIYI) ep 6 of 12 - Side couple advanced into lap sitting and tongue kisses out of nowhere. Good tongue kissing, even if surprising. Higher heat! Yay! They’re a great pair, but would it kill Thailand to give us character development with our high heat?

Chains of Heart (Sat iQIYI) ep 7 of 10 - the confusing whateverness of waisted chemistry continues to confuse. 

The Promise (Thai Weds YT) ep 5 of 10 - I don’t know what’s going on with this show. That’s it? He just fell in love with bestie and then punished bestie for his own feelings? Seriously? WTF. ON HIATUS UNTIL APRIL 19. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dating Sim (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 7-8fin - Absolutely wonderful. There is a time laps but it’s the good kind - NO SEPARATION. Couple of moments when I doubted they could pull it off. But CONGRATZ! We have a new entry into the very rare 10/10 club. I have go change all my best of lists but this was worth it. Final thoughts below. 

Unintentional Love Story (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 5-6 of 10 - (here’s how I’m getting it) KBL rarely gives quality sides dishes but these two are legend. Poor tattooed player hottie is always getting punched. Don’t get me wrong the leads are great too. It’s fun to watch two sets of bisexual identity crisis being handled entirely differently because of good characterization. I say “ouch” a lot while watching this show. Also “awwwww.” I do worry their cafe has no customers tho. 

The Eighth Sense (Korea Weds Viki) eps 1-2 of 10 - With 10 episodes of about 40 minutes each this has got to be one of the longest BLs Korea has ever given us. However from tone, filming style, opening credits, and trailer I am guessing this could be sad. If its KBL doing JBL style then we are in His the series territory, but it could be more in the Blueming vein. I’d give it 50/50 odds. There’s always a chance it wants to be “taken seriously” which is the death knell of BL. Also if a lead smokes it means that one or both will cheat. (I don’t make the rules, the Japanese yaoi gods do.) OK, but do I like it? Yes, actually, it’s... interesting. It’s got a bit of an age gap, country boy/city boy, the acting is great, characters complex, good chemistry and tension. It’s a bit chewy and sticky and less perfect than most KBL (do I detect a touch of Taiwan?). This one is deploying BL tropes (messy eater, shoulder sleep, protective seme, there’s even some hyung-slinging) but it isn’t in the KBL bubble, there’s sharp edges, we may get a coming out sequence or even a bashing. It certainly will stay interesting. But proceed with caution. 

A Shoulder to Cry On (Korea Tues Viki & Gaga) eps 5-7fin - What both these kids need is a little affection and a lot of therapy, not romance. The punishment for flirting in class thing was funny. They are such boyfriends by ep 5 - Sitting together, sharing a glass etc…Terrible awful grueling confession rejection. 2 year time gap. Much needed in this case. Then another 2 before the epilogue. Honestly, the most unlikely thing about this show (after the casting) was the prospect of an out gay Korean cop. No kisses for us. Narrative indicated that there should have been at least a fish kiss, but not happening with them in the same Kpop group. I’m starting to think I really just prefer KBLs where they use actors and not idols (Semantic Error excepted, of course). I’m assuming the next 2 eps are bts. Final thoughts below. 

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi and I can watch him in Tin Tem Jai - see above pic, awesome side dish action) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Venus in the Sky (Sat YouTube) pilot/tester?) 0 of 10 - not entirely sure what’s up with this one distribution-wise, but the pilot was cute, classic university-set pulp. I hope it happens because the leads are cute with good chemsitry and I thought it was fun. However, it totally holds together as it’s own little short story too. 

Cafe In Love (Thai ???) 10 eps on Ch3+ - Thai pulp, about trying to save a coffee shop. FairyGodBLer came through for me, but I’m collecting to binge just in case. It’s my new policy with the grey stuff. 

Destiny Seeker (Tues WeTV Thailand) 10 eps - it’s not on any WeTV I can get ahold of. Bad Buddy the pulp rebirth meets Japanese handsome host club action. Same as above.

Make a Wish (Thai Weds ?) from WaGa Creative staring Fluke Natouch (OhmFluke UWMA etc...) & Judo (The Miracle Of Teddy Bear) in a medical-fantasy. It seems to be a light-hearted romance with a comedic flair. About a doctor who sees ghosts and a deity who resides in a Bodhi tree that earns merits whenever he fulfills a wish based on a y-novel by Sammon (Manner of Death, Triage). Too hard to find.

Finished this week

Our Dating Sim (Korea Viki) I enjoyed every aspect from the casting to the very simple premise to the quietly smooth execution. Sure it’s very low stakes, but that makes it high domesticity and extremely warm and gentle. This is a fuzzy blanket of a story. Do we call this cozy BL? Why not? This one is going to live in my rewatch pile, I can tell already, and you know what’s best about it? Every single episode is in that pile. There’s no skipping with this one, it might be good natured and calmly sweet but it’s tight and the pacing is excellent. It perfectly suited KBL’s short-length tendencies. Full review. 10/10 I CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS SHOW HIGHLY ENOUGH

A Shoulder to Cry On (Korea Viki & Gaga) - Adaptation of a manwha, high school set bully romance, staring Jaehan & Yechan BOTH from Kpop group OMEGA X, so no kissing. All in all this was a painfully awkward watch for me, and while beautiful and decently acted, the story and characters rendered it ultimately disappointing. I think we shouldn’t let Korea do bully romance. 4/10 FATALLY FLAWED 

Jack O’Frost It was fine. I never really cared about the characters or their relationship. Not to slag off the acting (which was superb) but the narrative bored me. 5/10 WATCH ONLY IF YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO 

In Case You Missed it

Ai Long Nhai got a special ep on iQIYI. 

Eternal Yesterday is getting a movie version with additional content if you want extra suffering. 

A few things have been announced but mostly Thai, Japanese, and 2 (yes, 2) Chinese Omegaverse (Desire and Couple or Not). It’s doubtful these will pass censorship, so I’m not gonna bother tracking until they actually get international distribution. For Thailand, I’m excited about Waterboyy 3, which NOT a remake (hally-fucking-luya) but a new installment, and stars KaownahTurbo (Love Stage!!! et al). Although why the fuck they don’t put Est Supha (swim champ) into one of these is a mystery to me. For Japan, they’ll start airing sooner rather than later, so expect me to start tracking those. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

04.06 Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Gaga) - I AM SO EXCITED I LOVE THE MANGA 

04.07 My Beautiful Man Eternal (Japan ????) - 3rd installment, movie which means it’ll be a pain to get hold of. 

No proper post for April but remaining releases are: 

04.14 Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Gaga) - not really my thing but yes I’ll watch it 

04.15 My Story (Pinoy YouTube) - not my fandom but I will give it a go

04.18 Step By Step (Thai WeTV) - office age gap, I am all in! Even though it’s WeTV. Sigh. 

April is looking a bit slender so I might start watching Destiny Seeker or Cafe in Love, or both. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

Adventures in Captions

Ai Long Nhai special both reviewing its own plot and having fun with English. 

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

The danger in dating an older boy. (Future) 

Love triangle in one photo! (Promise) 

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? Nada, the comebacks have been disappointing recently. 

#this week in BL #bl news #BL gossip #upcoming BL #new BL #best BL #BL reviews #Thai BL #korean bl #Taiwanese BL #Japanese BL #live action yaoi #Rakutan Viki #gagaoolala #GMMTV #Bed Friend #Love Mechanics #Pastsenger #A Boss and a Babe #Tin Tam Jai #Chains of Heart #Our Dating Sim #Unintentional Love Story #The Eighth Sense #Blueming #Ai Long Nhai special #Eternal Yesterday movie #Chinese Omegaverse BL #KaownahTurbo #Waterboyy 3

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Happy Belated Anniversary to Newsies!

The Newsies anniversary was yesterday, and I didn't see anything about it until this morning! I was so busy yesterday that the anniversary completely passed me by. But I will write something belatedly, since I love this film so much.

The film was releaves on April 10, 1992. I didn't see it in the theater. Those of you who know something about Newsies will know that Newsies was only in the theater for two weeks. I was one of the many kids who got swept up in Newsies through a video store. I remember (or at least I think I do, knowing that memories get layered and blurry) seeing the trailer and being captivated. I had loved musicals from a very young age, and the idea that someone was actually making a new one was incredible to me. I know that the first time I brought it home to watch, probably from a trip to our local Family Video in 1992, I was hooked. I can't remember that first viewing anymore - there have been too many - but I do know that I rented it an absurd number of times until I was gifted my own copy, and watched the VHS over and over and over until I eventually switched to DVD. (Disney did a terrible job on the Blu-ray, which is why I don't have it; they need someone who actually cares to do a proper restoration.)

If you don't already know this film and love it, it might be hard to explain the cultish love of those of us who are obsessed. It really should have been a longer movie (and Kenny Ortega, bless him, was already pushing far past Disney's usual 90 minutes). There are gaps in the narrative, interpersonal moments that should have been there. Most notably, Sarah Jacobs gets an absurdly small amount of screen time, and ends up feeling flat when viewed objectively. She is only the love interest. (But she is so much more than that, too. More on that to come.)

But, some of the things that Ortega got right in this film were later completely sanitized in the stage version. The dirt. The grittiness. The fact that these were actual children and teens, living in a lodging house and working in the streets of NYC when there were no child labor laws or protections. The fact that you see, in moments throughout the film, that they are usually hungry. That some of them can't read, or can barely write. The fact that they are subjected to an early form of juvenile delinquency incarceration, complete with corporal punishment. (Yes, The Refuge was a real place, and just as badly run, most of the time, as Warden Snyder would suggest.) The fact that the power of the press still means something. The fact that children who had next to nothing were strong enough to form a union and demand better from two of the most powerful men in the country. The love and solidarity for each other. And the fact that most of these actors *were children,* at the time, and thus even more convincing (with the exception of Max Casella, who was 25 and the oldest newsie on set, despite his perpetual baby face. Steals nearly every scene he is in, too, of course).

Happy anniversary to my beloved Newsies. And keep your eyes peeled for Newsies Now and Then: Essays on the Film and Broadway Adaptation, coming in early 2025 to a bookstore near you. :)

#Newsies #Newsies 1992 #Happy anniversary!

[slocumjoe]

love watching you get to know our favourite trash man. gage is not someone i'd ever want to know in real life but as a character i'm obsessed with him and his contrast to preston. like yes babe show us how a society in which the most vulnerable members are not protected creates its own monsters. show us the long-lasting psychological effect on a child who learns that love will not save you. give us the self-fulfilling prophecy of joining a wolf pack because you're already surrounded by predators

It's funny, that last line about wolves.

I don't believe in that weird, Survival of the Fittest shit, the idea that someone's gotta be cruel to live, it may as well be you. That goes against everything we've seen throughout history, in our biology, our psychology. Humans are pack animals. We work together. We have in-groups and out-groups, but when it comes to the Out, we are biologically inclined to avoid the out-group. We are not hunting animals, that came much later. We don't have much of a prey drive. There's a reason we don't see smaller animals and immediately want to chase, kill, eat.

Raiders, their mindset, their way of life...it is unnatural to our species.

So...Gage.

Let's talk about Gage.

But first...let's talk about a movie called Ringing Bell.

Ringing Bell is a 1978 Japanese film, about a young lamb named Chirin. He's adventurous and often gets lost, so he wears a bell around his neck so his mother can always find him. One night, a wolf sneaks into the farm, and Chirin's mother dies protecting him.

Chirin, in grief, leaves the farm, and travels to the wolf's cave up in the mountains. He tries to kill the wolf, but he's only a lamb. Chirin asks the wolf to teach him to be strong, like him. The wolf agrees, telling him that the resentment he feels towards him will one day, be his own fangs. The wolf knows Chirin wants to kill him, and will. The wolf takes Chirin under his wing anyway. Not out of any kindness. This is the cruelest act of the wolf.

Years pass, and Chirin is no longer a small white lamb. His wool is as dark as the wolf's fur, his horns have grown in outward and sharp, like devil horns. He is a killer, now. The bell remains around his neck. Chirin has forgotten his hatred of the wolf, and now loves him as a father.

One day, the wolf takes Chirin down to the farm he left all those years ago, to kill another sheep. Chirin remembers his mother and refuses. They fight like Chirin had intended, like the wolf had always known they would. And Chirin wins, piercing the wolf, his father figure, on his horns, the only thing that identifies him as still a sheep.

As he dies, the wolf tells Chirin he is proud of him, that Chirin has finally matured, become strong like he was; that Chirin has become a lone wolf.

Chirin turns to his old flock, his family, having been able to save them from the monster that hunted them for so many years. But they turn him away. He is not one of them, anymore. He has become the wolf. He is a sheep in that a wolf wearing wool is. Chirin returns to the mountains, alone, in grief. Despite everything, he cries out for the wolf to come back. Not his mother, not his herd, not himself. The wolf, who took it all from him, to leave him in his place as the next lone wolf to haunt the forest. No one sees Chirin again. They only hear the faint ringing of his bell.

I have always associated Gage with this story.

Porter Gage watched his family, his town, be preyed upon by crueler, lazier people. I grew up farming. It takes time, tools, physical strength. You need to know the weather, the seasons, what plants will grow when, and next to what. You must move pounds and pounds of earth, slave over the plants one by one for weeds, insects. You have to process every bit of food as soon as it's ready, to preserve as much as you can. Farming is a never-ending task, Sisyphus's boulder that feeds you.

Raiding...you hold a gun up. Bark an order, a demand. Take a wagon back to wherever you're camping.

Porter Gage thinks his parents were cowards. They should have stood up to them, should have stopped them. We don't know what the raiders did to his family, to him. We only know that Gage thinks his parents let them. Did his parents have any means of protecting themselves? What were they supposed to do, staring down a barrel? What were they supposed to do, with their child watching? How easy would it be, for a raider to turn the gun on their baby?

Porter Gage left home at twelve years old. MacCready, at twelve, had grown up in a scrappy, but caring community of other children, and he led and took care of them, same as any other community.

Porter Gage was alone.

It's hard to imagine, looking at him now, but he was a child. He had to have been scared. Did he ever hear something roar nearby, and wonder if he should run or hide? Did he ever travel at night, stumbling in the dark, not able to see where he was going? Did he ever meet adults, travelers, who smiled too wide at him, were too nice, too eager to see him?

He was a child. He did not come out of that unscathed. He did not get through it without fear, without mistakes, being hurt. Gage talks about Conner like the first real fuckup, the first time he didn't know what he was doing and almost died for it. No, I don't believe that. A twelve-year-old does not leave home for the first time, walk down the path of the people tormenting everyone he's ever known, and not suffer on his way.

And Gage takes some pride in that, even if he doesn't say it, doesn't acknowledge it. Gage thinks himself better for it, throwing a child into the darkest hole he could have. It made him smarter, stronger. Victim or victor, he came out the latter. It was a choice he made, something he thinks anyone can make.

Porter Gage says he is not a coward. He is. Whenever there is a bigger dog, when things look bad, when there's a chance he could be on the wrong side, Gage leaves. He left his parents, he left every gang he's ever been with, he left Colter's side once he was proven wrong about him.

The game, as it is built, cannot support this in text, but the Minutemen can become a real force to be reckoned with. The General builds massive, sprawling cities, with food, water, economies, medicine, weapons. Armed guards, turrets, robots, homes for everyone. You can put the world together, build a strong society.

And you can wipe out every motherfucker who would look at your empire and lick their lips.

Quincy? You can retake it. The gunner HQ? You can paint it red. Every raider gang in the entire fucking Commonwealth? Memories, a story for small groups of raiders to tell each other and shudder.

Nuka world?

One person, the general, will walk into Nuka World, and kill the hundred or so raiders, their bosses, wipes the place fucking clean in one afternoon.

And what title is that quest, where you slaughter Nuka World like any other camp?

Open Season.

It's not a battle, not some grand firefight. It's a hunting trip. It's one wolf barging into the farm, and slaughtering the sheep left and right.

Porter Gage never acknowledges the Minutemen, beyond a scoff. To the game, they're always just some farmers with guns. My Minutemen are armed to the teeth, with Sentry bots, with fortresses filled to burst with goods and money, with turrets every five feet in any direction.

Porter Gage isn't interactable after Open Season. Not even hostile. He's not even in the list of targets to kill.

The Minutemen General walks into Nuka World, and Porter Gage is the only raider to survive. He doesn't help, he doesn't shoot them the moment he sees them. Porter Gage gives up, lets them, bails on Nuka World.

Gage was a kid once. And what does he consider one of his biggest mistakes? Conner. A deal to unite with another community, work together. Gage sees the value in community, in banding together against all odds. But he doesn't understand that this mindset is fundamentally incompatible with raiders. They are, by definition, isolationists, they cannot work with others on a grand scale. They're greedy, opportunistic, they want as much as they can get for themselves. Community is sharing, helping, caring. Porter Gage tried to unite Conner's gang with another, tried to unite the Nuka World gangs.

And each time, it fails. Someone always turns, always wants more then they can take, are given.

Porter Gage has the values and mindset of a Minuteman. Work together, don't keep all the goods for yourself when spreading it out makes everyone else stronger, don't pick a fight where you can make an ally.

Porter Gage never realizes any of this, about the world, about himself. That's too much. After years of immersing himself in this life, in letting it sink its teeth in him, in being something that he had to carve himself into; he can't look and admit that a wolf that works with other wolves, protects all of the pack, is a wolf.

He can't look at himself and realize that a sheep covered in blood is still a sheep.

#asks #porter gage

[just-antithings]

Re: ageism in "30yo playing teens" ask.

I think a part of it may be ageism, even if unintentional. Part of it sounds like not knowing much about casting, acting, the general business/industry. I don't know much about the workings of it either, so take what I say with a grain of salt, as I'm only repeating stuff I've heard from people working on movies and shows in one way or another.

Back before most of Tumblr turned against Buzzfeed and still shared a bunch of their videos and listicles, one was about showing pictures of the listicle writer's classmates as teenagers vs adults playing teens, and at the same time, there was a post going around showing Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson when they were 16 and 17 (the ages Katniss and Peeta were in the first book, iirc). People were saying how if 16/17yo actors had been cast, the horror of the book's setting would have showed through much more in the movie.

An issue that got brought up but never got as much traction as the OG posts was that in THG movies, there's a lot of physical demands for the actors. Even taking stunt workers into consideration, those demands would be harsher on a teenage body than one in their 20's.

Another issue, which anon had brought up was that when you're (general you) 20-30, physical changes are more subtle compared to, like, 15-25. So because of how long it can take to film everything and get the end product out to theatres/streaming/etc, especially for a series, some rewriting will likely be necessary to explain why 16yo character played by 16yo actor looks so different in movie 1 vs 17yo character played by now 19yo actor in movie 3.

I haven't watched much of the Unfortunate Events series on Netflix, but there was a joke to explain this between seasons, something like "It feels like we've been sitting on this bench for so long that Sunny* aged a whole year" (I don't remember the exact line).

*Sunny is the youngest of the three siblings and is supposed to be about infant/toddler. Iirc, she didn't start taking her first steps until partway through the book series.

And in Game of Thrones, I remember seeing articles when S1 finished airing, positing if any rewrites or rushing to film more would be needed, since characters like Sansa and Arya are young (14 and 10 respectively I think?), but they'd of course get older when their characters stay the same age longer than they do.

An issue I don't always see, though, is about Acting Experience. Acting is a skill, and like all skills, requires practice and experience. Yes, there are child and teenage actors that do very well and blow audiences away, but this is not the norm, just like it's not the norm for a 5yo to compose a minuet like Mozart did. And depending on the budget, the kind of vibe they're going for (in some media and genres, you can get away with not-great acting compared to others imo), etc, casting directors might prefer 30yo actors who can act well compared to teens who can't.

And this isn't even taking to account labor laws and problems there have been with kid actors, as that's a whole other thing and not one I feel like I can talk about, since that's something I know even less about compared to what I already said.

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#mod erin #ask #posted without comment

[freshcutsmonthly]

New Hire

My new boss still calls me “Jen,” that’s the name of the person I replaced. I don’t mind, really. I get it. I’m only two months into my new job, and Ms. Jen was able to stay for about 5 years — just my guess from browsing her work files — before deciding that luck must be found in another country. My other workmate who sits behind me sometimes calls me “Bev,” the name of the person that Ms. Jen replaced. That’s farther back. “Bev used to sit there,” “Your name both starts with B,” “Will you leave us, too, just like Bev and Jen?”

I like listening to peoples’ pasts. I am just floating around, here and there, looking where I can finally stick around. I could use some stories to pass the time, as I still have no stories of my own. I am always ‘someone new’. “You’re so young.” “How old are you?” “Wow, double that and that’s my age.” “You’re as young as my child.” “Where did you come from?” “Why did you decide to be here?”

I am ‘someone new’, yes, the new hire.

Not long ago, I used to be ‘someone’s new’. We lasted for about two months. Not CV-worthy, right? It was nothing serious, really. We just went here and there, ate here and there, watched films here and there, watched people here and there, talked about his exes here and there… I was so stupid to believe he moved on from a year-long relationship just a month or two after his breakup (No, I will find out later that they did not really break up, so double my stupidity and that’s the grand total). Of course, I had my doubts, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt, because I am the martyr of the century. I would hear that he’ll go to her apartment, or that she’ll go to his house, “We’re just returning each other’s stuff.” Yeah, sure.

“Why don’t you cut your hair?” “Wouldn’t you like to try to cut your hair short?” “Why not wear some skirts? A dress?” He kept on asking. I jokingly replied that I did not want to look like a teacher. That was in jest, really, because that’s his most recent ex’ profession, his ex who sports shoulder-length hair and a pink dress in one of the featured photos in his Facebook when the two of them were still lovey-dovey.

So, so stupid of me. My workmates can’t even forget their previous hires. Of course he has not forgotten about his ex. Of course he hasn’t! Of course he does NOT “choose” me over her! Of course not!

I am just another Jen, another Bev, floating around because the ex still sticks around.

Anyway, no, I did not leave like Bev and Jen did. He did. Good riddance, really. He said he’ll just fix his mess first then the two of us can pick up where we left off. Hell, no! I am not going to be floating around forever so he can pluck me with ease when life gets tough with him and the many Bevs and Jens he had.

By the way, when I said “not long ago,” it has been more than a year already. That liar, cheater of a manchild, there is no such thing as forgetting.

I don’t like him anymore, just so we’re clear. This is the delayed spirit of the stairs possessing me, telling me I was fooled big time and that I should have thought of a clapback faster than he hops from one ex to another. But there’s no use, of course, I’m just remembering to pass the time.

I still have no stories of my own, do me a favor and don’t count this one. It doesn’t count as one.

Where were we? Yes, as I said, I am someone new.

(111623)

#poetry #poets on tumblr #literature #poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #prose #lit #spilled poetry #poems on tumblr #spilled words #poets corner #writeblr #new poets society #poetic #prose poetry #prose poem #quote #quotes #freshcutsmonthly

[ericmicael]

Can "Frozen 3" get back that more mythology-focused side that they largely excluded from "Frozen 2"?

(https://www.tumblr.com/theartoffrozen/720454408084865024/early-development-sketches-by-brian-kesinger-for?source=share)

The franchise loves to explore mythology in the books, but I honestly have very little hope of them doing the same in a movie. They chose the "cleanest" path for "Frozen 2" and the little they explored of its mythology confused a lot of people so much that there are still people who believe that Elsa became immortal because she got a new dress (if she is immortal, it is a very fragile immortality since in "Polar Nights" she almost drowned because she fell into a river).

The term Fifth Spirit itself is no longer mentioned, practically being replaced by Snow Queen (remembering that Jennifer Lee has already said that Anna is also part of the term Fifth Spirit, which makes anyone who has just watched the film a little confused). The Northuldras have lost prominence, and the only source that explored them after F2, a mobile game, reinforces what we already know and is more concerned with developing Honeymaren's feelings for Elsa, Ryder becoming shipper ElsaMaren after failing to get attention of Anna's sister, and how the two reacted when they met Arendelle (Ryder adapted much more to modernity than his sister).

And maybe it's even better to keep the plot of F3 "clean". One of the main mistakes in "Frozen 2" and one of the main successes of "Frozen 1" for me is character development (although I think the development of Hans's sociopathy in the film is flawed, which was fixed by the book “Frozen Heart”). There is actually a lot less plot in the first film than the second, and also fewer characters, but that's a hit since less things to address would allow for more development. I much prefer that instead of film 3 introducing new mythology concepts focus on the characters, develop rather than expand. And that the mythological plots continue for the extra materials where no child there (which is the target audience of the franchise) will complain about the time of explanations and conversation without a joke from Olaf or music to make the scene more "dynamic", and also in books don't need to summarize things because of a time limit.

Can "Frozen 3" fix this error of "Frozen 2" and introduce new mythological concepts without disrupting development? Yes, of course they can. But I much prefer something safer that has already proven to work than taking a risk again and risking more harm than help (today I like F2 more than F1, but I completely understand who doesn't like the second film at all), and we no longer have Jennifer Lee as director though she won't be leaving the franchise without her oversight.

#Frozen 3 #frozen 2 #frozen #frozen books #mythology #elsamaren #snow queen elsa

[hudson-whorenet]

Random Cars thoughts I think about all the time pt.1

It’s currently fairly late (early?) and I can’t sleep so imma talk about things in the cars universe that I think about near constantly. Ok 1 2 3 GO

Mater private eye

Dude I think about this short all the fucking time man, but do you know what the best part about it is imo?

This character design RIGHT here. DUDEEEEE ok this might just be my sheer adoration of classic/vintage cars but this bitch showed up and I went feral a bit. First of I cannot believe they created such a bomb ass character for this five minute short and he’s just never seen again but dude it fits the 1920’s theme so perfectly, the way they’ve exaggerated the front fenders to resemble the turned up collar of a trench coat, the way his roof resembles a flat cap like it’s literally so COOL MAN. I actually can’t stress enough how excited my pathetic little monkey brain got when I saw this design for the first time. The fact (In my opinion) that they were trying to mirror the car seen in peaky blinders (1927 Bentley 6.5 litre) is also extremely cool as you can see the whole gangster element really come through in the character before he’s even properly introduced RAHHHH. I’m so incredibly biased about this because this design alone hits like three of my hyper fixations at once but RAHAHRBHAHAHSBS HES SO FUCKING COOL I NEED TO OWN HIS DIE CAST AHHH

The Thomasville racers

I would just like to state my love for the thomasville racers. YES I know they play a moderate role in the third film and get plenty of screen time I guess but in my humble opinion THEY DESERVE MORE. Do you have ANY idea how hard a prequel movie/series would go (I KNOW ITS EXTREMELY UNLIKELY AND KINDA IMPOSSIBLE) I would give a kidney to see these characters in their prime, just from the flash backs of their races I just know it would be so much fun to watch. Seeing them interact with Doc would be an absolute highlight, being able to gauge their own personal relationships with him, Louise’s feelings towards him (fucking pop off babe love her) it would all be so interesting to see and I would start backflipping irl if Pixar EVER announced they were going to expand on them as characters. Also river is the best I didn’t talk abt him here because I don’t have any immediate thoughts but be’s silly and I enjoy him.

Car biology

Now there is one thing that comes to mind in this fucking fandom when you talk about car biology, and that is the obvious how the fuck do they reproduce. DOESN’T MATTER I HAVE A BIGGER QUESTION. Are their eyes wet. Hear me out here ok, cars cry, we see it happen and there’s implications at multiple different points throughout the franchise that they have tears. Does this mean their eyes are wet??? Or are they crying wiper fluid or something? I feel like that would make sense but the line between what are bodily fluids and what are yummy delicious beverages is so painfully blurred that It wouldn’t surprise me if they’re chugging wiper fluid too. The eyes are wet argument is overall kinda silly because we see lifeless car wrecks in some of the shorts and the windshield is still intact! So this presents something worse than eyes are wet, it implies that the car itself is like an exoskeleton and all the meaty important parts are on the inside! Yay! I only say this because we know they have brains obviously and it’s mentioned in some official book that I can’t remember the name of right now but it’s CANON they have brains. So are the brains MEAT? Because if the brains are meat then the eyes are probably squishy too!! But if they have windshields and we think about the exoskeleton thing are their eyes just freakish gelatinous cubes smushed behind the windshield? BUT IF THATS THE CASE WHY DO THEY NEED EYELIDS? I’m aware that this is all highly stupid and trivial but Pixar made too many decisions with absolutely no was to explain them in a child-friendly way and ultimately backed themselves into a corner about stuff like this and now there’s sleep deprived neurodivergents on tumblr dot com trying to pick up the pieces.

Anyway that’s it for this one I might post more of these in the future because it’s fun to just rant about ridiculous shit for no reason lmao

#cars fandom #pixar cars #cars 2006 #doc hudson #tow mater #cars

[addysfandomdump]

You're looking a little tangled up there, Bolt!

Decided to fill out the questionare that’s been going around the @sonic-oc-showdown​​!

Name: Bolt the Cyber Cheetah

Species: Asiatic Cheetah (and also cyborg)

Type: Speed

Alignment: Neutral Good

Home: Sol Empire

The rest under the cut! 👇

✨ - How did you come up with the OC’s name? 

I didn’t! Bolt originally belonged to my partner Zed! He was a recolor/edit of one of those Sonic character bases you find on DeviantArt lol. He originally had, and still has, electricity powers-- he’s also related to Blaze, and 5th grade Zed wanted a B name, hence Bolt! He also tends to “bolt” off a lot, haha.

I’m the one who made him a cheetah, though. Bolt used to be just a regular old cat. But then I thought “hm, y’know for a series about a fast hedgehog, there is the striking lack of the cheetah rival” so I made him a cheetah! An Asiatic cheetah specifically, since Blaze is Indian-coded! The Asiatic cheetah is dying out :( There are only 12 Asiatic cheetahs left in the whole world as of writing this :(( It’s so sad :(((

(A cheetah in Iran. Source: Wikipedia)

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range) 

Bolt is 18 years old!

🌺 - Do they have any love interest(s)?

Yes! Bolt has a girlfriend named Chilli, who’s a Chocolate Labrador! They met in junior year high school and are T4T ❤ Don’t ask him how he scored, he doesn’t know either.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

I don’t know! Since he’s so anxious all the time, probably warm and filling foods, like soup! Since he’s 90% robot, though, he doesn’t really need to eat. He’s powered by his own electricity!

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Bolt does a variety of odd jobs to pay rent. He usually works as a living battery for a lot of people, though, restarting grids and charging people’s phones for a dollar.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Bolt has a lot of hobbies, usually ones that keep him calm. Visiting museums, going on long walks in nature, anything that handles weaving like crocheting or knitting or plush making... he made his jacket himself!

🎯 - What do they do best?

Worry. And cry.

🥊 - What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Bolt loves engaging in his hobbies and hanging out with his girlfriend, Chilli :)

Oh boy does he hate a lot of things. Many things stress him out. Watching a scary movie, trying something new, talking to people who aren’t his usual friend group, loud concerts, big crowds, whatever new adventure Blaze inadvertently drags him into this time, etc etc.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Going to see the stars with his girlfriend for the first time.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Getting kidnapped and roboticized, easy. And [SPOILERS FOR THE UNDEVELOPED AND UNRELEASED FANGAME SONIC RUSH: LIGHTNING SPEED].

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Nope! Bolt went through sooo many designs. I’m still figuring him out. Every new drawing of him looks different. I feel like I’m getting close, though!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Zed wanted to make a cool elemental Sonic kitty ala Blaze. Then I basically took him and transformed him completely. At first he was gonna be another cocky Sonic rival, since I’ve always imagined a cheetah rival for Sonic, but then I was like “hmm, he has a lot of those already... not very unique...” and then I remembered @/thehydroxian-art-blog’s Jeff the Imperfect Shadow Android and though “Ah! I shall make him pathetic. And also a robot.” And thus the current version of Bolt was born!

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

A sci-fi action comedy film, for sure!

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Bolt is a trans man, he/him pronouns, bisexual. That yellow chestplate you see was originally a binder before it got welded into his body by the roboticization machine!

🙌 - How many siblings does your OC have?

None so far! He’s an only child! He does have his cousin, Blaze, though. Which technically makes him royalty. He doesn’t really live like royalty, though... or know that he’s royalty in the first place.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

They kinda just peaced out after Bolt graduated from high school. They weren’t particularly close with Bolt, and vice versa. They lowkey wanted nothing to do with him...

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

A decent amount! A member in a Sonic server I’m in asks all sorts of prompt questions about other people’s OCs and I love answering them! It’s really helped me develop not just Bolt, but my other OCs such as Faye Moreau, Seafoam the Sailfish, Charlotte Webb, Chaos Clown, Ms. Host, Cabinet Man, and even Kryztal!

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Nah, not really.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Yes. Too many to list, though. He’s practically afraid of everything.

🍩 - Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Blaze is kiiinda his rival, but saying that is kind of a stretch. He’s an alright rival to Sonic when the hog visits, though.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

I don’t quite remember. A few months at least. Maybe even a year.

This one is something I came up with myself:

💥 - What are your OC’s powers, if they have any?

Bolt can channel and manipulate electricity! He can also shapeshift his mechanical body into various weapons like energy cannons, guns, and blades! His tail stretch out really far, and manifest temporary platforms!

Aaand that should do it! Hoo, that was a lot of questions! It was fun!!!

#sth #sonic oc #socs poll #bolt the cyber cheetah #art by me

[epickiya722]

LET'S TALK ABOUT ARIEL! 😃🧜🏿‍♀️

Let me just post this real quick, because waking and already having to block three blogs because they're obviously racist.

Now to put it simply for the stupid ass racists who are upset...

ARIELIS A DAMN FICTIONAL CHARACTER! A FUCKING MERMAID!!! SHE ISN'T HUMAN!!!

Saying Halle "ruined your childhood" is real fucked up given she isn't even the first person of color to play Ariel. And no one moved their lips when that happened. Ya'll are mad because she is a bit more brown for your liking and that is so fucking sad.

You're missing out on seeing a very gorgeous, talented woman who radiates magic play one of the most iconic Disney characters there is. All because you're stupid.

"Her hair is not red enough". Bitch, when Disney first created Ariel they needed her to stand out. The previous princesses were brunettes and blondes, just like her sisters. Disney knew that what better way than to grab attention than to have a redheaded mermaid that for once isn't mean or a side character? Also, remember the movie "Splash"? A mermaid movie Disney had made? Guess what? Madison is a blonde in that film and Disney didn't want her and Ariel to be mistaken for each other. Another reason why Ariel is a redhead. Ooh! You know what else????!!! She just had to be a redhead! Never said that her hair had to be a specific color. In fact, during that era, Disney didn't have the technology to make her hair a "realistic" red as they do now. Ya'll are so stuck on her hair not being "red enough" that you forgot Ariel isn't the first redhead Disney had. They nearly have the same shade of red.

Note that Anastasia is human and came out in the 50s where colors are just a little more muted, her red is as realistic that Disney could get. But did they intend for her to be a redhead? Yes! Why? Because she's a mean character. Learn how movie tactics work. A lot of times when the protagonist is a cute little blonde with heart of gold, they need an antagonist that is either a black hearted brunette or a mean, red faced redhead. Understand, yeah?

Now when it came to Ariel, I repeat, they needed her to stand out. Disney couldn't rely back on making her blonde or brunette, although the latter was intended, because even though her sisters don't appear much, she still needed to stand out. It's also why her tail and seashell bra aren't the same color and why she doesn't have a hair accessory.

Also why, note her personality compared to the previous princesses. She's a lot more adventurous, and truth be told, "hard headed" or free-spirited. She fights back and does something in her final act against Ursula. It played into the fiery redhead trope.

So there's some reasons why Ariel is a redhead. But why isn't her hair "red enough"? Because we know who she is now. Back then, Ariel needed to make a name. Now, she doesn't have to. When know Ariel is a redhead, we know she's a mermaid. Also, it would look so odd in live action. Animated, it blends well with the other bright colors of the movie. In a live action film, she still needs to stand out, but also not awkward. Bright red hair against real life muted underwater blue would look too... it just would look so odd. Although a mermaid, she still needs to have some feel of naturalness to her. It's a plus Halle got to keep her locs because it adds onto that. Slapped a wig on her and there would be memes, be honest.

Onward!

You know what, I might make someone mad when I say this but I give two fucks about it.

Ariel looks better here than she does in the animated version. Why? Because while she looks magical, she also looks LIKE A CHILD. Who designed Ariel's top is a genius because uh... Ariel may be half fish but she's also 16 YEARS OLD. Watch the trailer again and you'll see no seashell bra. Now I don't know how old Ariel may be in the live-action, but consider this. What if she is 16? Note that Snow White is 14, but is covered up from head to toe. Modesty. Same thing with Cinderella and Aurora. Their movies came out during times when women had to be "submissive" and "covered up", otherwise they were shamed.

Ariel came in the 80s, when practically everyone was wearing a crop top and shorts. Which was a perfect "cover up" for Disney to create a character that was just as exposed. Isn't it strange that a lot of Ariel's promotional art is her in her seashell bra? Because Disney knows that sells. They didn't waste the opportunity to have a mermaid character with cleavage and have people not think twice about it.

Today? Be honest, ya'll would be absolutely outrageous if they slapped a seashell bra on a 16 year old. It was the issue with Jasmine and Pocahontas. Their default outfits shown more skin than other princesses have. And they fixed that when the live-action for Jasmine.

One more thing, Ariel is an original character. Ah, wait! Yes, "The Little Mermaid" is inspired by the story of the same name, but there are so many differences between the original story and movie that Hans' story could have been completely ignored. In the story, the mermaid doesn't even have a name and is blond. She even had a grandmother. Ariel has a name, a father... you know what? Separate characters. Ariel is Disney property and because of that the filmmakers could decide "Make her purple" and they would because again they have that choice. Disney, believe or not, can do whatever they wanted with their characters.

With Ariel being black now shouldn't even matter. Ya'll dumb ass racists should have considered if Ariel's actress could hit a high note. And guess what? Halle can. They needed someone who looked magical and had the voice to match and Halle is PERFECT for the role. She looks innocent, she has that princess aura around her and she can sing! Halle was actually seeked out to play Ariel. Rob Marshall heard Halle sing and asked her to audition. Her singing is just that good that they decided to add more numbers just to have more singing for Ariel.

Had it been anybody else, they wouldn't have done that.

Marshall just knew Halle had to be our Ariel and the fact that you racists, you idiots can't seem to get past her skin tone and see how amazing Halle is is so pathetic and you seriously need to get a life. Here's an article if you need proof.

But you can be mad because Halle Bailey is Princess Ariel of Atlantica and as she has haters she does have fans.

And just know that come into my inbox with anything stupid, you're just gonna get disrespected. Reblog this post with anything stupid, I won't even read your reply. I'll just screenshot it, post it and have it up for people to know how racist and ignorant you are and block you.

Have your opinions, don't care, but you will be respectful and if you can't do that then that's tough... for you.

#just kiya's thoughts #the little mermaid 2023 #the little mermaid #ariel #disney ariel #princess ariel #ariel the little mermaid #disney princesses #halle bailey

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Which is your favorite Barbie movie? (　＾▽＾)

I recently watched Barbie as princess and pauper and fell in love with King Dominic again 🫠

Can you write a fluffy story where MC is cleaning her childhood room and finds a old barbie movie ( your choice ) and decides to watch it with Louie? Pretty please ( ＾ω＾ )

"Childhood memories"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: YES!! KING DOMINIC✨✨🔥🔥😩😩 And also prince Antonioᕙ⁠(⁠ ͡⁠◉⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠◉⁠)⁠ᕗ🔥🔥🔥 Barbie is amazing!!🥺🌹🌹 I love a lot of Barbie movies, such as The Twelve Dancing Princesses (fun fact: I burnt that DVD from watching it too much), Barbie In The Three Musketeers, Princess Charm School. I actually couldn't pick a favourite until I actually sat down to write this fic. And now I can proudly say... It's BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER🥺💖🌹💕🥺🥺🥺🌹🌹🌹

It started as a chore, it really did. But with every box you'd open, new memories would jump out at you.

Clothes and shoes that were too small for your current self, showing you a totally different person from the one you were today, as you cleaned away the dust.

Drawings of vivid childlike dreams shoved messily into shelves and all around your desk.

Those, along with your toys, brought a smile of sentimentality to your face, feeling as if every childhood bliss unfolded before your eyes like a film tape that was buried in the past covered in dust, yet not forgotten.

Soon, your mind had drifted away from cleaning your childhood room. A happiness so energetic and thirsty chased all those thoughts away from your mind, as you dug deeper between your toys and some sparkly hair clips with butterflies and flowers attached to them.

Your fingers made contact with a broad surface and peering into the box, you couldn't identify what it was, due to it being in the very dark bottom.

You began pulling out one toy at a time, equivalents of memories. Of how you first got them on Christmas or on your birthday or on an ordinary Wednesday evening. You turned some toys on. Some made sounds rather loud and not so coherent, because of how the batteries had began to run out. Some didn't turn on at all. Some toys had glue on them and you giggled as you remembered the way you'd accidentally break them, yet how happy you were to see the pieces sticking back together again and the fun continuing.

And finally, you reached the object of your interest. You pulled it out and your mouth opened into a huge grin, your eyebrows rising. You laughed happily, the mere sight of this movie in its colorful case bringing you so much nostalgia and happiness you swore your heart would burst and your eyes would fill with tears.

You still loved this movie and a bright idea made your eyes light up. You would combine the two things you loved dearly.

"So what's this movie about?" Tauxolouve asked, his face illuminated only by the light of your laptop. He spread his right arm, welcoming you gently into his embrace, as you joined him on the bed, two bags of chips in your arms, which you dropped on your lap to get comfortable.

"It's a movie I loved as a child, Barbie in the nutcracker. It's like... A sweet adventure, with ballet, classical music and it's got that fairy tale glow." Even talking about it made you smile, love filling your ribcage to the brim.

You put on the movie and cuddled close to Tauxolouve, resting your head against his chest and pulling the blanket up to your chin.

The movie started and the familiarity of it, combined with Tauxolouve's warmth made you feel at peace.

You watched as Clara slept and how the fairy dust danced around the room, enchanting the nutcracker awake and the magic of that scene didn't fail to take your breath away even now.

Tauxolouve watched silently, a pleasant smile on his face, until the point when the owl gave Clara the golden locket and he saw your eyes practically shine at its sight. "Do you like her locket?"

"Yep! It's so pretty!" You giggling, your cheeks a little rosy from the happiness. "I remember wanting it so badly when I was little."

Tauxolouve pressed a kiss to your temple, his heart flattering when you chuckled softly at his heartfelt move, before falling silent again.

You two watched on as Clara and the Nutcracker took off for their adventure and landed into a pile of pure white snow.

"What a cute fairy." Tauxolouve commented lightheartedly as the little snow fairy approached the two heroes. "But he's right, she should've said thank you to Clara for fixing her wing."

You chuckled at his commentary, but agreed.

His eyes squinted kindly as more fairies came out and started dancing. "The music is lovely."

Clara walked forward and the flowers growing from the places where she previously stepped, made the cozy fairy tale elements of this movie shine even more.

"Huh," You began, upon seeing the broad scenery. "I remember that being much more detailed. I still love it though."

"That's what matters most. For a movie or a painting or a poem to never stop conveying the same feelings each time you watch it, even if it is after years."

"That's a beautiful way to put it." You agreed, smiling and nuzzled more into his chest, breathing into his caramel scent, which fit perfectly with the feelings of this movie.

Warmth, fairytales and caramel. This is it. This is a feeling you knew you'd never get tired of.

"I just realized..." Tauxolouve muttered.

"What?"

"This mouse or rat king or whatever he is..." He stared aside, his eyebrows forming downturns. "He reminds me of the king. He's got the same tyrannical look."

You snorted. "I can see that, yes."

More of the movie passed you by, your attention focused there and your heart pounding with pure happiness and tranquility as more and more familiar figures came upon the screen.

Until the scene where the Nutcracker and Clara talking beneath the moonlight appeared within the screen of your laptop. "Oh my god, that scene...!" You breathed, more happiness and nostalgia gushing forth from your lungs. "I completely forgot about that scene..." You watched on, transfixed into this movie that seemed like a dream which you could only explain by feelings and sensations the next morning. "It's such a sweet scene..."

"Indeed. It's very heartfelt." Tauxolouve nodded. "The lesson of this scene is seeing who someone is within and believing in them. That even if they once failed, they can always try again, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's exactly it." You nodded, proud at this movie for being a part of your childhood and loving Tauxolouve even more for being able to see the magic in it, which many would mock for not having flashy enough graphics. "It's the type of thing that as a child you admire and when you're older, you understand it. But in both cases, it's precious and irreplaceable."

"I hope you know I want a hug after this too." Tauxolouve whispered into your hair as Clara hugged the Nutcracker, after breaking the cell, which the mouse king had turned invisible.

You laughed. "You can have one after the movie."

"Alright. I'm gonna remember, just so you know."

The movie came to the point where the Nutcracker turned back to prince Eric, by Clara's kiss and you gripped Tauxolouve's shirt, feeling the exact same giddy feeling you'd always experience as a child in this part. The emotions overtook you and you turned to Tauxolouve, placing a kiss to his cheek.

Tauxolouve chuckled teasingly. "We're gonna need to replay that part if it means you're gonna kiss me every time."

"I still owe you a hug!" You laid back on his chest, with Tauxolouve's arm still warped around you, continuing the movie.

Your eyes, ears and heart were glued onto the screen, until the colours faded to black and you sat up, your body feeling light. "That movie is still so beautiful." You said, your brain clouded with the childlike sweetness that never actually left you and you had merely discovered it again. "You think they married?" You asked, turning around and accidentally pushing the unopened bags of chips off the bed. It was a clumsy move, yet it brought you back to those times when you'd ask everyone around you if the characters were going to marry and be together forever, not caring if you stepped on something, as you were so caught up in your excitement.

Tauxolouve smiled sweetly at you, patting you on the head. "I believe it is as possible for them to get married as it is for us."

Your eyes widened at his words, your lips parting a little. Blood rushed to your cheeks, warming up your face and melting your surprised expression into one of affection for this man.

"You like that idea for us or them more?"

"Both." You honestly replied. "One day... Clara loves her Nutcracker just as much as I love you, after all."

Tauxolouve took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and leaving a gentlemanly kiss there, before staring at you with a charming smile. "Now where's my hug?"

You laughed and threw your arms around him, squeezing him tightly into a hug similar to that in the movie. "Satisfied?"

"Very." He said and then he snapped his fingers.

"What did you do?" You asked, pulling away a little to look at him, irises filled with curiosity.

"Take a look in the mirror."

A little nervous, you got off the bed and went to stand in front of your mirror. "Lou!" You exclaimed, delighted. Resting on your collarbones was a golden locket in the shape of a heart. "It's like that from the movie!"

Tauxolouve approaches you, his reflection coming to stand behind your own as he pulled you into his arms from behind.

"Thank you so much." As you stared into the mirror at your entangled forms and the golden chain clasped arouses your neck, you knew Tauxolouve would make sure each and every fairy tale you harbour in your heart would come to life.

#scm #star crossed myth #fanfic scm #scm fanfic #scm tauxolouve

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Top 10 Films!

(Thanks for the tag SO long ago @a-slut-for-smut! I actually had this entire post written in my drafts right after you had tagged me but never got around to post it for some reason LOL)

I don’t watch many films anymore these days (shows/series have taken place of it) so it took awhile to recall all of my favorites. It’s actually nice to remember though, because it means all of these really lasted with me over my life.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012): A perfect coming-of-age film and story, discovered in my junior year of highschool. First of all I was in love with Logan Lerman looool and Emma Watson. But there are lines of this book/movie that stuck with me through my life, and the movie executed it perfectly. A story of finding belonging, first love, overcoming trauma alongside loved ones, growing up. The soundtrack is phenomenal, even the music score album (I listen to that often while writing).

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004): The cinematography and shots in this are just so gorgeous and creative. It’s a quirky and angsty film circling around two imperfect lovers who choose to love, who deal with the heartbreak in a terrible way, and who fall in love again, saying yes to the struggle. And, come on! The idea of having your memories erased, then during the process realizing you want to keep the painful memories after all? And navigating through memories trying to hold onto the good and the bad? Just a beautiful concept. Lots of fantastic lines and scenes. I took a lot of inspo from one scene in particular of this movie into some of the latest chapters of my longfic.

The Fault in Our Stars (2013): First of all, TFIOS is one of my all time favorite books. John Green is my favorite author, and is the only (published) author I’ve EVER gone out of my way to read multiple works from. TFIOS was the first book that brought me to *literal* tears. It rocked my world, this ill-fated story of star crossed lovers. The movie did a fantastic job adapting it; as soon as the production was announced I followed it loyally and the execution of the film made it so worth the journey. Hazel and Augustus’ actors’ chemistry was just SO good. The film STILL makes me bawl like a baby. Pls watch.

Anastasia (1997): A favorite since childhood! Romanov Princess gone missing, forced to pretend she’s the princess but she doesn’t know she’s the princess, until she finds out the conman she’s working with was the child who saved her long ago in her lost past? And they fall in love? So the conman lets go of all his con ways??? BEAUTIFUL. Love the music, love the animation, loved the idea of finding the missing princess and the love story of an unrecognized reunion of two childhood friends. I’ve always wanted to write a Rivamika/Anastasia AU 🥰 Someday.

Tangled (2010): I think as a teen I just really resonated with the “lost princess, aching for more in her life, feeling stuck in a tower, fall in love with conman” trope 🤣 But also, this was one of the first movies that made me just feel overwhelmed with heart-squeezing emotion. (I freaking loved Rapunzel; related to her in many ways) The lantern scene took my breath away and I had never really felt that in a movie theater before. Love the soundtrack and movie scores (did a music analysis presentation on the score back in highschool), animation was and still is beautiful even if it was one of Disney’s pioneering 3D animation movies.

Les Miserables (2012): I’m a sucker for musicals but this is one that I hold special in my heart. Aside from the fact that I played violin for Les Mis productions for two years, so I am attached to the music deeply... the story! The cinematography! The acting! The live singing! The instrumentals! Just a perfect cinematic experience. Eponine’s friend-zone story still breaks my heart, and I watched this movie at a time when I was going through her situation. I fell in love w the storytelling; how it took the journeys of multiple protagonists and perfectly interweaved each arc into each other’s so seamlessly. Also another movie that makes me bawl. Now that I stop to think of it, Fantine reminds me of Kuchel ;-;

Titanic (1997): I just rewatched this recently, after many many many years since childhood where I wasn't allowed to watch the kiss scenes (lol!) and holy wow it is a fantastic movie from start to end. It also helps now that I totally see Jack/young Leo as Levi. Beautiful timeless love story set in history. You know everything that happens and yet you still get so immersed into it.

August Rush (2007): I haven’t watched this in YEARS but 100% this deserves to be on my faves. August, an orphan who is looking for his parents, is discovered for his musical talents on an inspiring journey. Beautiful story about how someone’s passion for music/art (anything, really) can change their life; his parent’s story even becomes a reunion love story. This def had moments that took my breath away, too. (When August Rush gets up on that stage with the orchestra, ahhhh)

The Pianist (2002): (And honorable mention: Schindler’s List) Painfully beautiful movies. Terrible history of our world, depicted with care and pointing to the glimmers of hope in a heart wrenching way that deeply affects you. I think of both of these movies often. In The Pianist, Brody’s character is discovered to be a pianist by a German officer who helps him hide. Schindler’s List is about how a German man risks it all to save many Jews. The directing in both is phenomenal; the music—agh, that violin in Schindler’s List—too. I tear up thinking of this.

The Prince of Egypt (1998): Lastly, The Prince of Egypt. This movie rocked my world to see an ancient story, which I grew up with and was important to me and my faith when I was young, illustrated and animated with such beautiful art, music, etc. Moses leading a slave nation out of Egypt despite the odds. The burning bush scene and this one will always be iconic cinema scenes in my heart. Phew. Pls watch to those scenes with the music!!!

Thanks for tagging me @a-slut-for-smut! This was so fun to put together. I’ve been wanting to rewatch old classics to case-study the story writing and learn from my faves, so a movie marathon after the busy season will be a fun learning experience 😍

I tag: @chaosisbeauty23 @nuri148 @rivaille-13 @bryhaven @levi4mikasa @lady-purpleblue @warbarbie @your-lavender-dreams @nina-bean @onwriting-hrarby @randomposterofstuff @guliplum1 and anyone else in the community that wants to participate!!!

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Alain Delon and Romy Schneider had the most passionate love story ever, an epic mixture of love at first sight, first love and overall an enduring bond that lasted a lifetime. They met in 1958 and were over by 1963, but their passion for one another remained and after her tragic passing in 1982, he wrote her the most touching love letter... Farewell My Puppelé

“I watch you sleep. I’m with you, by your bedside. You’re wearing a long black tunic and red wembroidery on the bodice. These are flowers, I think, but I do not look at them. I will say goodbye, the longest farewell, my Puppelé. That’s how I called you. It meant “little doll” in German. I do not watch the flowers, but your face and I think you’re beautiful, and never, perhaps you have been so beautiful. I also think this is the first time in my life – and yours – I see you calm and soothed. You’re so quiet, you are so fine , how beautiful you are. Looks like a hand, gently wiped your face all the tensions, all anxieties of misfortune. I watch you sleep. They tell me that you’re dead. I think of you, of me, of us. What am I guilty of? We ask ourselves this question before a being that is loved and still love that one. This feeling fills you, and then flows back and then we say that one is not guilty, no, but responsible … I am. Because of me, what is your heart in Paris the other night, stopped beating. Because of me because it was there twenty-five years and I had been chosen to be your partner in “Christine”. You came to Vienna and I waited, in Paris, with a bouquet of flowers in his arms I did not know how to hold. But the film’s producers told me: “When it come down from the bridge, you will advance to her and offer these flowers.” I waited with my flowers, like a fool, mixed with a horde of photographers. You’re down. I stepped forward. You said to your mother, “Who is this boy?”. She answered you: “It must be Alain Delon, your partner … “. And then nothing, no thunderbolt, no. And then I went to Vienna where we were shooting the film. And then I fell madly in love with you. And you fell in love with me. Often, we asked ourselves one to another issue of love, “Who fell in love the first, you or me?”. We counted ‘One, two, three! “And we answered:” Neither you nor I! Together “. My God, we were young, and as we were happy. At the end of the film, I said, “Come live with me in France” and already you told me: “I want to live near you, in France.” Do you remember when? Your family, your parents, furious. And throughout Austria, Germany, who all treated me … usurper, the kidnapper, who accused me of removing the “Empress”! Me, a French, who did not speak a word of German. And you, Puppelé, who did not speak a word of French. We loved without words, in the beginning. We looked and we had some laughs. Puppelé … And I was “Grandpa”. After a few months, I did not speak German yet but you spoke French so well and we played at the theater in France. Visconti was the staging. He told us that we resembled and we had, between the eyebrows, the same V that wrinkled, anger, fear of life and anxiety. He called it the “V of Rembrandt” because, he said, that this painter had “V” on his self portraits. I watch you sleep. “The V of Rembrandt” is deleted … You have no fear. You are no longer frightened. You’re more alert. You are no longer hunted. The hunt is over and you rest.

I look at you again and again. I know you so well and so strong. I know who you are and why you died. Your character, as they say. I reply, ‘other’, the character of Romy was her character. That’s it. Leave me alone. You were violent because you were right. A child who soon became a star, too soon. So, on one side, whims, tantrums and moods of a child, always justified, of course, but with unpredictable reactions, on the other hand, the professional authority. Yes, but there are children who do not really know how it plays with. With that. And why. In this contradiction, through this breach, rush anxiety and unhappiness. When one is Romy Schneider, and we have the sensitivity and temperament in flower of life, on edge, which was yours. How to explain who you were and who we are, “actors”. How to tell them to keep playing, “Interpreter” to be what we are not really crazy and we become lost. To stand, roughly, how they say it is so difficult, that there should such a strong character, such a balance … But this balance, how to find it in this world of ours, our jugglers, clowns, trapeze artists of the circus whose projectors we bask in glory? You said: “I can not do anything in life, but all the movies …”. No, the “others” can not understand that. That the more we become a great actor and it is awkward to live. Garbo, Marilyn Monroe, Rita Hayworth … And you. And I cried, while you rest and I weep beside you, no, no, no, this business is not a terrible business woman. I know because the man I’m the one who is best known thee, who brought you the better understood. Because he is an actor, too. We were of the same race, my Puppelé, we spoke the same language. But I am a man. They can not understand us, “other”. The actors, yes. The “other” are not. It’s inexplicable. And when you’re a woman, like you, they may not realize that they can die of “it.” They say you were a myth. Of course … But yes … But the “myth”, he knows he is just that. A facade. A reflection. Appearance. he is king, prince, hero, Sissi, Mrs. Haneau, the seagull … But he goes home, the myth, at night. So it is that Romy, just a woman with a life misunderstood, poorly received, poorly written in newspapers, assailed and hunted. So he wears, the myth, in his solitude. This anxiety. And the more he understands, and he falls, to more or less repeated doses, in the beatitudes of alcohol and tranquilizers. It becomes habit, then sets, then necessity. Then it is irreplaceable and the heart, worn out, stops because he is too tired to fight. It was too battered and shaken, his heart was only that of a woman in the evening, sitting over a glass …

They say that desperation that you caused the death of David you killed her. No, they are mistaken. Did he not kill her. There you have completed. True that you said to Lawrence, and your last wonderful companion: “I feel like I get to the end of the tunnel.” True that you wanted to live, you would have liked to live. Nevertheless true that you came out of the woods on Saturday at dawn. You were only to know when your heart is broken, that this was the true end of the tunnel.

I write at random. Without notice. My Puppelé, if aggressive, if scratched. You never could accept and understand the game of women’s work that you had chosen public and you loved. You did not understand that you were a public figure and it was so important. You refused the game, any game that exposes profession. You felt attacked, breakthrough, broken into your privacy. You were always on your guard, like a hunted animal, “forced” as they say a deer. And you knew that fate, with one hand, t’ôtait what gave you the other.

We lived more than five years, one near each other. You with me. Me with you. Together. Then life … Our life, which nobody’s business, has separated us. But we were called. Often. Yes, that’s exactly right: we embarked on “appeals”. Then, in 1968, it was “The Pool”. We found ourselves, to work. I went looking for you in Germany. I met David, your son.

After our movie, you’re my sister, I am your brother. Everything is clean and clear of us. More passion. Better than that: our friendship blood, likeness and words. And then your life and your ways, unhappiness and anxiety, the anxiety … They will say, “other”, “What an actress! What actress! “. They do not know that you are the actress, cinema, because you are in your life that you and pays dearly. They do not understand the drama of your life reflect upon the screen later in your roles. They can not guess that you are “good” and “brilliant”, the movies, because you live the tragedy at hand, and you are upsetting because you light up the reflection of your personal dramas. And you do not radiated because they burn you. Oh! Puppelé this work my pain! Do I have lived with you or next to you?

Until the death of David, yet there is “the trade” that you held your head above water. Then David left … And the business was no longer sufficient. So I was not surprised when I learned that you also worry was gone. What was I surprised? Your non-suicide. But your heart is cracked, no. I said: “That was the end of the tunnel.”

I watch you sleep. Wolfie, your brother, and Lawrence enter the room. I speak with Wolfie. We remember this house I had in the countryside. Of Dobermans that made you so afraid. We remember again … That was twenty-five years ago, in Bavaria, in a small village. Wolfie was fourteen, my twenty-three and twenty thou. We laughed when we announced the visit of the President of Fan Club Romy Schneider in France. We have seen it happen a great girl, with glasses, shy, and named Bernadette. When we returned to Paris, we have called him. She became our secretary for six years. It is always mine, for twenty-two years now. I watch you sleep. Yesterday you were still alive. It was night. You said to Lawrence, as you return home: “Go to bed. I’ll join him earlier. I rest a bit with David, listening to music. ” You said that every night … You wanted to be alone with the memory of your dead child before bed. You sat. You took the paper and a pencil and you started to make drawings. For Sarah. You were drawing for your little girl, when your heart has hurt so much, suddenly … So beautiful. Beautiful, rich, famous, that you ought to be more? Peace, a little happiness.

I watch you sleep. I’m alone again. I say you loved me. I loved you. I have made you a French, a French star. Of that, yes, I feel responsible. And this country that you loved, for my sake, became yours. France. So, Wolfie decided – Lawrence and told him that you wanted it – you’d stay here and that you should rest forever in the land of France. A Boissy. Where, in a few days, your son, David, will join you. In a small village where you had just received the keys of a house. There, you wanted to live near Lawrence, near Sarah, thy daughter. There, you will sleep forever. In France. Closer to home, close to me.

I took care of you left Boissy, to relieve Laurent and your family. But I do not go to church or the cemetery. Wolfie and Laurent understand me. You, I ask you to forgive me. You know I would not be able to protect yourself from this crowd, this storm, so eager to “show” and made you so afraid, that you tremble. Forgive me. I’ll see you tomorrow, and we are alone.

My Puppelé, I look at you again and again. I want to devour all of my eyes, and tell you again and again that you’ve never been so beautiful and calm. Rest. I’m here. I learned a little German, with you. Ich liebe dich. I love you. I love you my Puppelé

#romy schneider #alain delon #young love #epic love #parisian lovers #paris #vintage love #vintage actors #vintage actress #1950’s #love of your life #soulmate #love letters #beautiful #true love

[simply-zhouye]

Li Bingbing & Zhou Ye: Polyphony of Time

Black off-shoulder dress Dior ▐

Seeing Zhou Ye’s photo for the first For Zhou Ye, entering the entertainment industry and signing her first long-term contract is the most important and brave decision in her life, and this bravery also comes from the kindness when they first met. "I don't know why I feel very comfortable when I see Sister Bing and Sister Xue. They give people a very reliable and sincere feeling, which makes me feel that they are trustworthy." So, this sparkling girl whom I have seen since childhood The international idol became Zhou Ye's closest big sister when he was in a foreign land.

​Li Bingbing is a person who cares about every detail. She will recommend her work experience and magic weapons to Zhou Ye. She was afraid of the cold, so she recommended Zhou Ye to keep warm while filming. When she heard that Zhou Ye was going skiing, she would also introduce her to a ski instructor, and she never forgot to remind her again and again: "Don't rush into anything, you won't learn slowly." Anxious." At work, she taught Zhou Ye everything from the confusion and thinking on the road to growth to the tips for taking still photos.

Xiao Ye has a natural aura. She has given her trust to me, and I will not let her down. No matter in business, life or other aspects, we will open our hearts and communicate with each other. Because I have experienced her current stage, I know all the feelings during this period, so I am willing to protect her better at this time. Why use the word protection? Actors are actually very sensitive and vulnerable in certain creative situations. This Original innocence and talent are very precious and deserve to be protected," Li Bingbing said.

Having experienced similar struggles and confusions, sometimes we can understand each other without having to put ourselves in their shoes. Since his debut, Li Bingbing has protected and witnessed Zhou Ye's transformation. When the crew was filming, whenever he encountered confusion and worries about performance, even if he was just unsure about how to perform a scene, Zhou would always communicate with Sister Bing to discuss it. They discuss characters and analyze problems together, sometimes for an hour or two.

​Zhou Ye is also a hard-working and motivated actor, and he also has requirements for his own performance. "I remember there was a play where she asked for an acting teacher to watch her on the set and help her improve. In the end, we could see her growth with our naked eyes. There must have been a lot of hard work behind it, so I am really proud of her. This girl is really She is particularly optimistic, positive, full of energy, and full of love and persistence for performance.”

Perhaps precisely because she was born into a loving family, Li Bingbing was able to quickly perceive Zhou Ye's "extremely healthy" mental state, and quickly became a good sister who talked about everything across the age gap.

During the filming break, the two people were always together talking softly. Sometimes, Zhou Ye put his arms around Li Bingbing's shoulders, as if he was leaning on her, while Li Bingbing's posture was relaxed and her eyebrows were soft. Zhou Ye said: "I like to stick to people who are very close to me or people I like very much. I like to hug people close to me, such as my good friends, my sister and my mother. Maybe It’s been a habit since I was a child, because I grew up as a younger sister.”

In the camera, they are cold and powerful, with super aura; when the camera moves away, one of them is a kind big sister and the other is a lively little sister. "Our trust in each other depends entirely on people. Because you are a simple person, it is also simple to meet people who are attracted to each other, and it is also very simple to get along with each other." Li Bingbing said, "A sentence we often hear is: you are simple The world is simple, and if you are complex, the world is complex.”

From Wonder Woman to Wonder Girl

COSMO: What would you choose to do to completely relax and escape from work and routine?

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Li Bingbing: In the past twenty years, I have been to different places due to work opportunities. It can only be described as a business trip. The scenery on the road is beautiful, but I never see the scenery. I am focused on work. Now that I think about it, I'm a bit stubborn. For example, this year I went to Xinjiang to focus on skiing. I did this one thing, and then I fell two to three hundred times. I actually like a little more difficult travel, for example, going over mountains and ridges to challenge myself.

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Zhou Ye: Go travel! Sleep in the hotel until you wake up naturally, do whatever you want, be casual. Different age groups have different states of traveling. For example, I used to yearn for big cities, but now I want to get closer to nature. As you age, your state of mind will also change, so as long as you can experience it, you must experience it as much as possible. Last year, I went to Singapore with my family. I originally wanted to eat more Singaporean food, but unexpectedly, my mother brought a small portable pot to make soup for me, and I drank the soup she made every day during the trip.

​COSMO : If you were to explore unknown areas through reading, which direction would you choose?

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Li Bingbing: In recent years, I have become interested in philosophy. Life is a philosophy. As time goes by, you will slowly gain a lot of new understandings of life. Things that you often struggled with before may no longer be a struggle. You will feel that you are changing. I think philosophy is a very good teacher. It can lead you to think, help you explain many problems, and re-enhance your understanding. So I have always felt that learning is particularly important. In fact, the person we need to talk to throughout our lives is ourselves.

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​COSMO : If you could have a super power, what would it be?

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Li Bingbing: I want to travel between my past life and this life. I am a very curious person. I believe that people have past lives, present lives, and afterlife. It’s just that in the real world, there are many things that we can’t actually see.

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Zhou Ye: Teleport. This saves time. I think time is the most precious thing.

​COSMO: Today, people always shout "lie down". Do you think "working hard" and "fighting hard" still have meaning?

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Li Bingbing: Everyone in every era has their own personality and choices. In my day, I only saw work, so I chose to be very persistent and devote myself to my work. I have barely seen life, and now I want to take some time to get to know life. In fact, life itself is also the most real experience of performance.

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​Zhou Ye: Maybe I really don’t think about it that much. I still think I should live in the present and take every day positively and seriously. If I am unhappy or in a bad mood, the things I create may be relatively negative. I am taking every step of my life well now. I may have been ignorant at work before, but now I am more demanding on myself. For example, when I was filming this scene recently, I would go over it every day after the performance and think about a certain scene over and over again, hoping that I could perform better.

​COSMO : Do you accept others calling you “woman”?

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Li Bingbing: I think a woman’s greatest self-confidence is to accept herself. It doesn’t matter what she calls herself.

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Zhou Ye: I think a title will not affect how I am, nor will it affect how we women are. In real life, I may sometimes be framed by some concepts, but all I can do is to live my life well every day, insist on being myself, maintain confidence, and keep an ideal pure land in my heart.

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​COSMO : Nowadays, many girls like to say "keep your heart locked up and focus on your career", and the topic of love has become less popular. Is intimacy still important for women?

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Li Bingbing: There is no so-called important or unimportant thing. Everyone is reciting their own scriptures. Everyone gets different test papers. Just take the test to your satisfaction.

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Zhou Ye: I think that in fact, intimacy and emotion come back to one word: love. I strongly agree that people need the feeling of love. It does not mean that only love is love, because you also have love with your friends and love with your relatives, so the scope of love can be very large. No matter who I am with, I think a relationship should make me feel happy and provide positive energy to each other. Because I am an energetic person, I think emotional value is very important, and my own energy is also very important.

#zhou ye #周也 #li bing bing #cosmopolitan interview #hqs:zhouye #chinese actress #photography #cdrama #photoshoot #hqs: zhou ye

[dribs-and-drabbles]

#BADBUDDYREWATCH

Ep 9

Seriously, how, HOW did Wai listen to Pran say he's afraid people will find out about him and Pat and STILL reveal their relationship in such a public way. He would have been unfriended for LIFE if he did that to me. I'm so mad at him. SO MAD. Poor little pathetic man-child didn't like that Pran lied to him. DON'T CARE. What he did was UNACCEPTABLE. (gosh I didn't realise I would feel so angry watching this again).

I LOVE that they used the same music again as the end of ep 8 (First Shooter by Bonnie Grace). The energy and drama in the ending...amazing!

Yeah, no, even after hearing Wai's reasoning why he's so upset I still don't have sympathy/empathy for him. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I love you Jimmy but Wai, no.

After all that emphasis with the rivalry and 'sides' last ep with the costumes, Pat and Pran explicitly talk about how things are going on their different sides...

The sacrifice. My man Pat is down baaaaad. He'll do anything for his man Pran. And even though Pran doesn't say anything, the fact that he pulls Pat's hand away speaks volumes. He sees the sacrifice Pat would make for him, basks in it even, the love that flows between them, and draws so much strength from it. It's how he can be so open now with Pat even though their friends/faculty have abandoned them, they have each other.

Pat getting the red vest which puts him and Wai on the same team - yes, it's supposed to cause tension between them but it's also symbolic of how, through their shared love of Pran, they are on the same team/side now. They have to be, or at least have to work out a way to be, for Pran.

And I love that through it all, with Wai being the most man-baby possible, Pran doesn't push Pat away. He allows Pat to still tease and play with him out in the open even though it upsets Wai more... The understanding, the conviction, the trust, the happiness he gets from Pat...

Ahhhhhh I just love the hotpot double date! Squeeeeeee!

We always talk about Pa's Oh moment - that she started questioning herself after Ink suggested she could be a love interest for Pa - but I don't think we've talked about Ink here - she must have walked away feeling crushed, having had to tell Pa that she was joking about hitting on her. But it's ok, because Pa got there in the end!

It's a shame the subtitles didn't include "My boyfriend is" instead of "you're" when Pat says "You're trying to make up with him here" because I'm pretty sure that's what Pat says. Out loud. For everyone to hear. 💪🏼

Oh dear god the second hand embarrassment I felt for the drink scene...but honestly it makes me laugh so hard now. Pat and Pran are made for each other. They're both dorks. Idiots (affectionate) in love. smh.

I just realised what the cold shoulder Pran gets from Safe and Louis reminds me of...a scene in my fav movie of all time, Some Kind of Wonderful, when the lead female's friends gives her the cold shoulder. Worlds colliding...🤯 (honestly, if you haven't seen this movie then do. It's really dated now, but it's a great friends-to-lovers film...most likely problematic nowadays...but SO GOOD). Back to Safe and Louis -> They're not giving Pran the cold shoulder because they want to per se but because it's what's expected of them in their 'social circles'.

Omg I forgot about the rugby 'choreography'...this would have taken a while to practice.

And I've just remembered PAT GETS SHOT at the end of this ep 😂

Napat "I like it tough" Jindapat.

The way Pran is totally ok with Pat answering his door and letting Korn into his dorm. Not an eyelid batted.

The bridge shirt!

I still think we should have gotten Korn and the guy who played Kwan together 😄

Yes! Fierce Pat again!

AHHHHHH PAT GOT SHOT!!! BAHAHAHAHAHA!

OH MY GOD...@seeking-moonscapes, Wai tells Pat in the hospital, "Next time, don't butt in." Exactly the same that Pran told Pat in ep 5! Pat should have listened to Pran back then and learnt from it!

Yeah. I love this show.

#bad buddy #badbuddyrewatch #bad buddy episode 9 #lin-live rambles the bad buddy rewatch #I also watched this one earlier than today #since I'm busy working alllllllll day #I'll try to reblog others' content but even that I might have to do tomorrow #damn work getting in the way of my blorbos