#and they are filled with festivities

[coming-of-age-witch]

october november december. they pass by so fast but its heavily decorated with joy and pleasant moments. i love to look forward to them because of all the things they have in them, but once we reach january the first month goes away in looking back to these months and wishing i could go back and have the same kind of fun again

#diary #shitposts #october #november #december #early winters #and they are filled with festivities #diwali #durga puja #lakshmi puja #halloween #school festival #childrens day #christmas #new year #oh my god #im so ready

[starxcxboy]

— Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019), written and directed by Céline Sciamma.

#portrait of a lady on fire #2019 #screencaps #beauty #actors #cinema #movies #movie #cinematography #movie stills #portrait de la jeune fille en feu #celine sciamma #noemie merlant #adele haenel #claire mathon #julien lacheray #jean-baptiste de laubier #arthur simonini #cannes film festival #france #french cinema #luana barjami #valeria golino

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

traditional flavours mooncakes (most of them)

#china #food #mid-autumn festival #zhongqiu #mooncakes #my fave flavours are white lotus paste from guangdong and rose flower paste from yunnan #not much into ham filling mooncakes #for 港式 i recommend local brand meixin or maxim's its mooncakes taste really good #again happy mooncake festival to y'all

[verypersonalscreencaps]

Cannes Film Festival breaks its own record for female filmmakers in Competition! For the first time ever, six female directors will compete for the Palme d'Or 🤗 Anatomie d'Une Chute (Dir. Justine Triet) Banel et Adama (Dir. Ramata-Toulaye Sy) Club Zero (Dir. Jessica Hausner) L'Été Dernier (Dir. Catherine Breillat) La Chimera (Dir. Alice Rohrwacher) Les Filles d'Olfa (Dir. Kaouther Ben Hania)

#cannes2023 #anatomie d'une chute #banel et adama #club zero #l'été dernier #la chimera #les filles d'olfa #woman director #justine triet #ramata toulaye sy #jessica hausner #catherine breillat #alice rohrwacher #kaouther ben hania #cannes film festival #anticipation

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i love cakes filled with sprinkles. i think all cakes should bleed when you stab them

#theyre so fun! you remove a slice and their guts spill out!! #cake insides! sprimkles!!!! #one day i wanna get like... festively colored organ-shaped sprinkles #and fill a cake w/ em. #how do people even do the sprinkle filling.... #ive never actually had one though i desperately want to. i wanna stab a cake & have it bleed so badly #ohhhh internal organ sprinkles & sliced strawberries marinated in sugar #strawberry blood..... #it just sounds fun!! #spice up celebrations! #in the unlikely event i am ever attending my own wedding. i would like the big ol cake to have this feature #also if my partner isnt willing to eat an entire tier together with our bare hands then im getting a divorce <3 #what was i talking about. sprinkle cakes. yes #clapping and cheering as the cake's insides spill everywhere #absolutely unprompted #yk i wish i could stand textures where its like 'liquid inside of solid' #bc i would Love those cupcakes filled with like... syrup and shit yk what i mean #bite into a cupcake and have its blood go everywhere. yeah. #man i want cake.... #i could probably walk to the store and get myself one. but also do i really want to walk 20 mins there and 20 mins back #no!!! i do not!! #ok if i sit here and daydream vividly enough maybe i can trick my brain into thinking we're actually eating cake #ough to have some nice tasty devils food rn... ohhhh or a black forest cake... coconut... strawberry shortcake... rum... #just discovered that my cat will let me pick her up and scream into her belly like its a pillow #she's a true homie...

[paper-n-ashes]

Adam Driver - Venice Film Festival 2022

#adam driver #adriveredit #Venice Film Festival #white noise #going back to my roots with this set #no one fills out a tux quite like this man #TW: flashing

[andoutofharm]

honestly so much about this festival has turned out so much better than we were all fearing, and none of it has anything to do with the festival itself.

last minute cancellation due to weather conditions that the festival SHOULD have accounted for and communicated much earlier? fuck it, here are free concerts put together by numerous bands solely because they didn’t want their fans to leave disappointed.

the festival attempting to shoehorn MCR back into a commodified version of them from years back because it’s what was popular and brought in crowds and what sold tickets? fuck it, they’re going on stage as elderly caricatures of their revenge-era selves, acting up their own stereotypes yet playing only the hits or the songs that explicitly call out the fuckery of this industry.

not to mention on top of all of this that the concerns many of us had about crowd safety were largely a non-issue because the crowd was so full of rich-kid clout chasers who barely even cared about the set being played once they realized they weren’t getting “pretty, compliant, nostalgic mcr who loves you and plays your favorite song and then does what they’re told and fits their role from the past as if 20 years haven’t passed”.

honestly this has been a wild ride in the best possible way.

#mcr #mcr wwwy #wwwy fest #so many bands one after another saying fuck you wwwy we’re here for the fans not to line your pockets #mcr especially with last night. they have NEVER been one to do what the majority wants #so what if a third of the crowd leaves after wttbp? they played shows where people threw rocks and bottles of piss at them #so what if the message goes over the heads of the festival organizers and most of the reviewers? #the people who understood their message are the people they’re playing for. #not the people who showed up to a manipulated nostalgia filled emo festival just to say theyd seen mcr #i love this band i love this band i love this band

[renisfan]

Summer Sylvain:

2 years later:

Winter Felix:

3 years later:

Now, Spring Sylvain:

Bunny Mitri for 2025??

#what's the problem with these guys wanting to drag the mitri into every festival they're in lol #should I expect a Halloween Felix talking about giving the mitri a boar costume to complete the seasons?? #or maybe fallen mitri already fills the 'fall' slot lol

[silverspleen]

My Mother (Raised by Wolves) cosplay for Galaxycon 2023!

(also ft. son boy, who I hand sewed and did not throw up after having VR sex with God, he was my wallet, note the zipper mouth!)

I was hoping maybe one or two people would recognize me, but I actually lost count of how many people knew who I was! There was much lamentation about early cancellation. I even had someone come up and ask my for a picture as well, which was super flattering.

I was also super, super self conscious about wearing something so tight, I've never worn anything so form fitting as an adult- completely forgetting that anime conventions are full of people breaking every single societal norm involving clothing so once I got there I was like "oh lol nvm we're all just doing what we want without judgement, I love you guys" and proceeded to feel totally comfortable and normal.

I had to resist the urge to t-pose on every escalator.

#anime conventions and pride festivals just fill me with love of the many facets of humanity #idk #raised by wolves #cosplay #mother #mother raised by wolves #scifi #science fiction #the dragoon diaries #costume #hbo raised by wolves

[runefactorynonsense]

Cozytober - Day 20 - Wreath

#Cozytober #Margot's RF Art #Rune Factory #RF #RF1 #This wasn't done before midnight but that's okay because it's done #When sick and tired it feels good to know I can still sketch the otp #[ don't worry I've already called off work tomorrow. I need 2 days to rest ] #So I've had this sketch since like September 28th but I side-eyed it thanks to you Runey Season folk and your setting up a festival thread #I added in a crooked sign in your honor #I would've had this done sooner but I had a little fun with the wreath and lamp post. That's more important #wishing good health and good days to all of you out there #Rune Factory Raguna #RF Raguna #Rune Factory Felicity #RF Felicity #RagunaxFelicity #I have tags to fillll or die tryinggggg #because it's literally me filling that tag

[blorb0]

I BEAT HADES FOR THE FIRST TIME BTW

#my build was STACKED it was festive fog w scinntilating feast AND ice wine #plus jolted #used the gun weapon with the hammer boon that makes the special attack a spread it was so amazing #i just spammed special and cast and the whole screen was filled with damage #palaver

[twstinginthewind]

Time for Twistober day two! I used the "white rabbit festival" prompt, and drew someone that I haven't met in the EN server yet, Deuce's mom!! Dilla/Deela/Delia/whatever her name is. She's so cool. I love her so much.

#twistober2023 #one day we will get the official version and then finally i can fill in the hearts on the back of my trapper keeper #white rabbit festival #mrs. spade #drawn #pencil sketch #i am not immune to pretty lady #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanart

[two-hands-toward-the-sun]

Hi! I was thinking Prompt 31 for Calliope/Gault 💕

Hi! Thank you SO much for your patience in waiting for this prompt fill!! 😅 It turned out longer than I thought it would—turns out I had more to say about this ship than I expected. I really hope you like it, and thank you so much for such an interesting pairing!!

*lovingly tosses another femslash rarepair into the pile*

Calliope was still humming as she and Gault walked down the rain-slick street away from the school, Calliope holding an umbrella over the two of them.

“It’s catchy, isn’t it?” Gault said, sounding amused. “Isaac’s dreams have been full of the soundtrack for weeks.”

“I imagine it would be inescapable in the dreams of humans,” said Calliope.

“The Addams Family is hardly the worst of it.” Gault shuddered. “Not a single entity in the Dreaming can stand Hamilton anymore.”

Gault and Calliope had just finished watching a performance at a high school in the United States. They’d worked together to inspire a teenager: a senior who had yearned to audition every year of his high school career but had never worked up the courage until it was his last chance. Gault would take Calliope with her into Isaac’s dreams, and there the two of them would weave dreamscapes imbued with Calliope’s magic and crafted by the touch of Gault’s skillful hands.

This and numerous other collaborations had come about because of a chance encounter at the Viña del Mar International Song Festival in Valparaíso. Calliope had been looking over who stood near her in the sea of audience members, and her gaze caught on a woman wearing a peacock blue halter top. It could have been a trick of the lights in the amphitheatre but…Calliope could have sworn the woman’s skin glowed.

Calliope had never been queen of the Dreaming, not in the way Oneiros had offered to her. She had her own purview, she’d told him, her own area of expertise. She did not crave another. She had no desire for crowns or titles. But she had still spent considerable time there, and she certainly knew how one of the Dreaming’s residents moved, spoke, held their chin.

So, when the festival concluded, she’d fallen into step beside the woman as the massive crowd funnelled toward the exits. The commotion would hide any indiscreet phrasing. She dipped her head close to the woman’s ear. “You are from the Dreaming, aren’t you?”

The woman’s head twisted sharply in Calliope’s direction, her dark eyes wary. “Who are you?” Immediately Calliope had been struck by the resonance of her voice. From just those three words, she’d wanted to hear more.

“Forgive me, I did not mean to startle you. I am Calliope. One of the Greek Muses.”

The suspicion slid from the woman’s shoulders. “Calliope. Oh, they remember you fondly in the Dreaming,” she said, teeth flashing in a smile. “I didn’t recognise you. I wasn’t created until after your…involvement, with Dream. I’m younger than many of the other Major Arcana.”

Impressed, Calliope said, “You’re one of the Major Arcana?” It was not a title to be bestowed frivolously. The woman seemed to recognise the respect in Calliope’s voice, and her smile grew wider.

“Yes. My name is Gault.” And for a moment, Calliope caught the glimmer of iridescent wings raised behind Gault’s back.

“Gault,” Calliope said, trying out the new name on her tongue. “It is lovely to meet you.”

That had been the beginning of their friendship. Initially, they’d each been curious about how their work could complement the other’s. But after some weeks, they no longer needed a collaboration as an excuse to spend time in each other’s company. They shared meals and stories, discussions and analyses, walks and even a flight or two—Gault with her gleaming butterfly wings, Calliope in the form of a sparrow. Gault had rapidly become very, very dear to Calliope.

“Where do you think you’ll go next?” Gault asked Calliope now. She knew Calliope never stayed too long in one place these days.

“Somewhere with warmer temperatures,” Calliope answered at once, and Gault laughed, bumping Calliope’s shoulder playfully with her own.

“Your poor Mediterranean sensibilities.”

“Gault,” Calliope began firmly, “your body is made entirely of dreamstuff. You have not the slightest idea what it is like to be predisposed toward one climate or another.”

Gault laughed again, head tilting back, and Calliope found her gaze drawn to the apples of her cheeks, the exquisite roundness of her features. “Forgive me, goddess.”

They fell into a companionable silence as the rain pattered down onto Calliope’s umbrella. They were in their own little bubble underneath its shield. Without conversation to divert her, Calliope’s thoughts turned back to the musical. But not the soundtrack, this time. No, what captured Calliope now were thoughts of Gault and Isaac.

By now, Calliope had a reasonably good grasp on the kinds of dreamers that Gault gravitated towards. Isaac, she thought with a squeeze of fondness, was a typical case: a young human who dreamt of being other than what he had always been. He was a reserved, unassuming student, without the resources for voice or dancing training many of his theatre-inclined peers had. He had the drive, quiet but burning within his chest. All he needed was one final push of encouragement to bring himself to audition. And Gault was there to offer it. Gault’s kindness, steadfastness, passion for her dreamers’ futures and their own ability to control those futures: it was all so brilliantly on display as Calliope worked at her side.

Calliope had always seen people’s creations as facets of their own selves, was drawn to people according to the work of their hands and hearts. And Gault created beautiful, powerful things for the dreamers she held so dear.

The two of them were now walking down a street lined with shops. Gault paused to examine the front window of one, an arrangement of art prints, maps, journals, the like. The storefront was well lit, and just as the first time Calliope had seen her, the light found Gault and reflected off of her, and she became utterly luminous.

And staring at Gault now, Calliope knew.

The words escaped her mouth in a low murmur, almost lost in the rain. “I love you.”

Gault half-turned toward Calliope, her attention still mostly on the display window. “Did you say something, Calliope?”

Calliope’s pulse rushed in her ears. She could take it back. It wasn’t too late to shy away.

But it was not in her nature to not speak her mind. In all her years, after all the ways life had bruised her, no blow had ever been able to rob her of that.

So she said again, louder this time, “I love you.”

Gault whipped around. Shock flashed across her face, and then it softened into…Calliope’s fingers tightened around the umbrella’s handle. It looked like—

It looked like—

They were already so close together under the umbrella. Gault’s eyes shone so, so brightly. Calliope read tenderness in them, read affection, read love. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” Calliope whispered. With her free hand, she reached forward and dared to rest it on Gault’s waist. A feather-light touch. If Gault breathed deeply the simple movement alone would dislodge Calliope’s hand. But she didn’t.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

It was so easy, then. For Calliope to dip her head forward, for Gault to meet her halfway. Gault’s mouth moved plush and warm against Calliope’s, and involuntarily Calliope’s fingers dimpled deeper into Gault’s waist, grounding herself. Gault might be a dream, but she still felt so vibrantly real beneath Calliope’s hand, against her lips.

The rain sang down around them.

When they drew apart, Gault was smiling again, and not even her own shimmering skin could compare to that radiance.

#they met at la festival de viña del mar. i have the biggest brain ever #gault the sandman #calliope the sandman #prompt fills #asks #calligault #<- there i’ve declared a ship name #sunbreak writes

[bartimaeus]

GOOD OMENS BRAIN ROT "SANREMO EDITION"

I'm calling out to the Italian part of the good omens fandom, anyone else is looking for the Ineffable Husbands in every song in the festival?

I mean

Level easy:

"Heaven doesn't want us"

But also "Due altalene"

"Two swings"

"like a fairytale, I will always come back to you,

Maybe noone will believe us,

Only with you, I'll be able to win all the battles within me,

We'll learn to fall,

You and I stop time, when we're together"

And this one called "Masterpiece"

"And suddenly you...

You fall from heave like a masterpiece

Before you there was nothing good in my life,

As if you were the only light

That could give my life a purpose, with you"

#send help #they fill every single thought of mine #good omens #ineffable husbands #my stuff #Sanremo #Sanremo festival #good omens coded #Aziraphale #Crowley #aziracrow

[natduskfall]

I've been watching some sso content on youtube, and I came across this video of fashion week 2018. What an invaluable resource!

Only now do i feel a pang of pain realising on how much i had missed out, and how much we lost with SSO getting rid of a lot of the festivals. A lot of the dialogues are so interesting to read! They help me get to know the characters more.

#sso #ssoblr #sso lost media #??? #sso festivals #sso fashion week #nat rambles #im crying sso give me more content that feels like an actual event where i can get to know the characters that fill out the world

[onlyzhuyilong]

I love this review so much

#yes to the ​late nights and black leather jackets and the rooms filled with cigarette smoke and one snack of a detective losing his marbles #put some ldr on the gramophone pour the old man a glass of whiskey sit on his lap and be melancholy together #ma zhe is very pleasing on the eye ngl #zhu yilong #朱一龙 #朱一龍 #주일룡 #please stand by for the queue #Ma zhe #i hype up this movie so much and it isn’t even available outside of a festival sighs