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Queer Books November 2023

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ The Pirate and the Porcelain Girl by Emily Riesbeck 🧡 Heading North by Holly M. Wendt 💛 The Wisdom of Bug by Alyson Root 💚 Trick Shot by Kayla Grosse 💙 A Holly Jolly Christmas by Emily Wright 💜 Outdrawn by Deanna Grey ❤️ Yours Celestially by Al Hess 🧡 The Christmas Memory by Barbara Winkes 💛 Violet Moon by Mel E. Lemon 💙 The Santa Pageant by Lillian Barry 💜 Only for the Holidays by Shannon O’Connor 🌈 Homestead for the Holidays by Wren Taylor

❤️ You Can Count on Me by Fae Quin 🧡 No One Left But You by Tash McAdam 💛 The Worst Thing of All is the Light by José Luis Serrano, Lawrence Schimel 💚 Today Tonight Forever by Madeline Kay Sneed 💙 Wren Martin Ruins It All by Amanda DeWitt 💜 Emmett by L. C. Rosen ❤️ Finding My Elf by David Valdes 🧡 Tonight, I Burn by Katharine J. Adams 💛 Gorgeous Gruesome Faces by Linda Cheng 💙 Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree 💜 A Power Unbound by Freya Marske 🌈 We Are the Crisis by Cadwell Turnbull

❤️ The Manor House Governess by C.A. Castle 🧡 You Owe Me One, Universe by Chad Lucas 💛 Last Night at the Hollywood Canteen by Sarah James 💚 Skip!: A Graphic Novel by Rebecca Burgess 💙 Something About Her by Clementine Taylor 💜 Touching the Art by Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore ❤️ A Nearby Country Called Love by Salar Abdoh 🧡 Normporn: Queer Viewers and the TV That Soothes Us by Karen Tongson 💛 Sir Callie and the Dragon’s Roost by Esme Symes-Smith 💙 The Order of the Banshee by Robyn Singer 💜 Once Upon My Dads’ Divorce by Seamus Kirst, Noémie Gionet Landry 🌈 Forsooth by Jimmy Matejek-Morris

❤️ A Common Bond by T.M. Kuta 🧡 Risk the Fall by Riley Hart 💛 Just a Little Snack by Yah-Yah Scholfield 💚 Home for the Holidays by Erin Zak 💙 NeurodiVeRse by MJ James 💜 Dark Heir (Dark Rise #2) by C.S. Pacat ❤️ sub/Dom by Rab Green 🧡 Bitten by the Bond by Elaine White 💛 Heir to Frost and Storm by Ben Alderson 💙 The Sea of Stars by Gwenhyver 💜 Bad Beat by L.M. Bennett 🌈 Idol Moves by K.T. Salvo

❤️ Plot Twist by Erin La Rosa 🧡 In the Pines by Mariah Stillbrook 💛 The Crimson Fortress (The Ivory Key #2) by Akshaya Raman 💚 Only She Came Back by Margot Harrison 💙 Megumi & Tsugumi, Vol. 4 by Mitsuru Si 💜 Pritty by Keith F. Miller Jr. ❤️ Just Lizzie by Karen Wilfrid 🧡 An Atlas to Forever by Krystina Rivers 💛 Come Find Me in the Midnight Sun by Bailey Bridgewater 💙 Bait and Witch by Clifford Mae Henderson 💜 Shadow Baron by Davinia Evans 🌈 Day by Michael Cunningham

❤️ Livingston Girls by Briana Morgan 🧡 Delay of the Game by Ari Baran 💛 The Nanny with the Nice List by K. Sterling 💚 A Talent Ignited by Suzanne Lenoir 💙 A Kiss of the Siren’s Song by E.A.M. Trofimenkoff 💜 Rivals for Love by Ali Vali ❤️ Whiskey & Wine by Kelly Fireside, Tana Fireside 🧡 Buried Secrets by Sheri Lewis Wohl �� Ride with Me by Jenna Jarvis 💙 Living for You by Jenny Frame 💜 Death on the Water by CJ Birch 🌈 Merciless Waters by Rae Knowles

❤️ Vicarious by Chloe Spencer 🧡 Sapling’s Depths by Spencer Rose 💛 That French Summer by Sienna Waters 💚 System Overload by Saxon James 💙 King of Death by Lily Mayne 💜 Warts and All by Ashley Bennett ❤️ Principle Decisions by Thea Belmont 🧡 The Best Mistake by Emily O’Beirne 💛 Sugar and Ice by Eule Grey 💙 Until The Blood Runs Dry by MC Johnson 💜 Splinter : A Diverse Sleepy Hollow Retelling by Jasper Hyde 🌈 The Mischievous Letters of the Marquise de Q by Felicia Davin

❤️ The Queer Girl is Going to be Okay by Dale Walls 🧡 Til Death Do Us Bard by Rose Black 💛 Leverage by E.J. Noyes 💚 Alice Sadie Celine by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright 💙 Godly Heathens by H.E. Edgmon 💜 Gwen & Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher ❤️ To Kill a Shadow by Katherine Quinn 🧡 Warrior of the Wind by Suyi Davies Okungbowa 💛 For Never & Always by Helena Greer 💙 A Demon’s Guide to Wooing a Witch by Sally Hawley 💜 Heaven Official’s Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu Vol. 8 by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù 🌈 A Carol for Karol by Ann Roberts

#book release #queer fiction #queer romance #queer books #queer #books #books to read #queer book recs #book recs #batty about books #battyaboutbooks

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NOÉMI RAYMOND, Combination of Reeds, textile pattern, USA, c.1940. Material block-printed cotton. / MoMA.

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If Joshua Picked the Oscars

Best Picture of The Year : Tár

For notable

Direction: Todd Field

Writing: Todd Field

Performance(s): Cate Blanchett, Nina Hoss, & Noémie Merlant

Cinematography: Florian Hoffmeister

Editing: Monika Willi

Best Director

WINNER: Moneyboys by C. B. Yi

RUNNERS-UP:

Charlotte Wells for Aftersun

Kristoffer Borgli for Sick of Myself

Jerzy Skolimowski for EO

Luca Guadagnino for Bones and All

Best Actor

WINNER: Eden Dambrine in Close

RUNNER UPs

Colin Farrell in After Yang

Cosmo Jarvis in It Is In Us All

Kai Ko in Moneyboys

Paul Mescal in Aftersun

Best Actress

WINNER: Kristine Thorpe in Sick of Myself

RUNNERS-UP

Kayije Kagame in Saint Omer

Guslagie Malanda in Saint Omer

Françoise Lebrun in Vortex

Mia Goth in Pearl

Best Original Screenplay

WINNER: Charlotte Wells for Aftersun

RUNNERS-UP:

Kristoffer Borgli for Sick of Myself

Saul Williams for Neptune Frost

C.B. Yi for Moneyboys

Laura Paredes & Laura Citarella for Trenque Lauquen

Best Adapted Screenplay

WINNER: David Kajganich for Bones and All

RUNNERS-UP:

Jerzy Skolimowski and Ewa Piaskowska for EO

Andrew Litvack, Léa Mysius, and Claire Denis for Stars at Noon

Kogonada for After Yang

Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio

Best Score

WINNER: Athena by Benoit Heitz (GENER8ION)

Best Song of 2022 (Featured in a Movie)

WINNER: Stars at Noon by Tindersticks

Best Editing of 2022

WINNER: After Yang (dir. Kogonada)

RUNNER UPS

Bret Morgen for Moonage Daydream

Blair McClendon for Aftersun

Paul Rogers for Everything Everywhere All At Once

Agnieszka Glińska for EO

Best Cinematography of 2022

WINNER (TIE): Athena (by Matias Boucard) and EO (by Michal Dymek)

RUNNERS-UP:

Joyland (by Joe Saade)

Moneyboys (by Jean-Louis Uialard)

Close (By Frank van den Eeden)

Neptune Frost (by Anisia Uzeyman)

Best Sound of 2022

WINNER: Kyle Edward Ball for Skinamarink

Best Short Live Action Film

WINNER: Tremor by Rudolf Fitzgerald-Leonard

RUNNER UP: Starfuckers by Antonio Marziale

Best Short Documentary Film

WINNER: Will You Look At Me? by Huang Shuli

Best Actor in a Supporting Role

WINNER: Justin H. Min (in After Yang)

RUNNERS-UP:

Bai Yufan (in Moneyboys)

Sami Slimane (in Athena)

Gustav De Waele (in Close)

Pablo Schils in Tori & Lokita

Best Actress in a Supporting Role

WINNER: Alina Khan (in Joyland)

RUNNERS-UP:

Hong Chau (in The Whale)

Charlbi Dean Kriek (in Triangle of Sadness)

Dolly De Leon (in Triangle of Sadness)

Stephanie Hsu in Everything Everywhere All At Once

Best Documentary of The Year

WINNER: Moonage Daydream

RUNNERS-UP

All The Beauty and the Bloodshed

The Fire Within

Best Costume and Production Design

WINNER: Neptune Frost

Best Horror Film

WINNER: Terrifier 2

RUNNERS-UP

Skinamarink

Pearl

You Won’t Be Alone

The Outwaters

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Mai MMXXIII

Films

Quand la Panthère rose s'emmêle (The Pink Panther Strikes Again) (1976) de Blake Edwards avec Peter Sellers, Herbert Lom, Leonard Rossiter, Colin Blakely, Lesley-Anne Down, André Maranne, Michael Robbins et Burt Kwouk

Le Dimanche de la vie (1967) de Jean Herman avec Danielle Darrieux, Jean-Pierre Moulin, Olivier Hussenot, Françoise Arnoul, Berthe Bovy, Anne Doat, Hubert Deschamps et Jean Rochefort

Romance inachevée (The Glenn Miller Story) (1954) de Anthony Mann avec James Stewart, June Allyson, Henry Morgan, Charles Drake, George Tobias et Barton MacLane

La Canonnière du Yang-Tsé (The Sand Pebbles) (1966) de Robert Wise avec Steve McQueen, Richard Attenborough, Richard Crenna, Candice Bergen, Marayat Andriane et Makoto Iwamatsu

Deux Heures moins le quart avant Jésus-Christ (1982) de Jean Yanne avec Coluche, Michel Serrault, Jean Yanne, Michel Auclair, Françoise Fabian, Mimi Coutelier et Darry Cowl

Le Dernier Voyage (2020) de Romain Quirot avec Hugo Becker, Paul Hamy, Lya Oussadit-Lessert, Jean Reno, Bruno Lochet et Émilie Gavois-Kahn

Le Dernier Métro (1980) de François Truffaut avec Catherine Deneuve, Gérard Depardieu, Heinz Bennent, Jean Poiret, Andréa Ferréol, Paulette Dubost, Jean-Louis Richard et Maurice Risch

Les cadavres ne portent pas de costard (Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid) (1982) de Carl Reiner avec Steve Martin, Rachel Ward, Carl Reiner, Reni Santoni, George Gaynes, Barbara Stanwyck, Ava Gardner, Burt Lancaster, Humphrey Bogart, Cary Grant et Ingrid Bergman

Docteur Folamour ou : comment j'ai appris à ne plus m'en faire et à aimer la bombe (Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb) (1964) de Stanley Kubrick avec Peter Sellers, George C. Scott, Sterling Hayden, Keenan Wynn, Slim Pickens, Peter Bull et Tracy Reed

Un homme est passé (Bad Day at Black Rock) (1955) de John Sturges avec Spencer Tracy, Robert Ryan, Anne Francis, Dean Jagger, Walter Brennan, John Ericson, Ernest Borgnine et Lee Marvin

Le Monde, la Chair et le Diable (The World, The Flesh and the Devil) (1959) de MacDougall avec Harry Belafonte, Inger Stevens et Mel Ferrer

La Belle Saison (2015) de Catherine Corsini avec Izïa Higelin, Cécile de France, Noémie Lvovsky, Kévin Azaïs, Lætitia Dosch et Benjamin Bellecour

Le Grand Embouteillage (L'ingorgo) (1979) de Luigi Comencini avec Annie Girardot, Fernando Rey, Miou-Miou, Gérard Depardieu, Ugo Tognazzi, Marcello Mastroianni, Stefania Sandrelli, Alberto Sordi, Orazio Orlando, Gianni Cavina, Harry Baer et Ángela Molina

Ariane (Love in the Afternoon) (1957) de Billy Wilder avec Gary Cooper, Audrey Hepburn, Maurice Chevalier, Van Doude, John McGiver et Lise Bourdin

Voici le temps des assassins (1956) de Julien Duvivier avec Jean Gabin, Danièle Delorme, Gérard Blain, Lucienne Bogaert, Germaine Kerjean, Gabrielle Fontan et Jean-Paul Roussillon

Séries

Castle Saison 1, 2

Des fleurs pour ta tombe - Jeunes Filles au père - Amis à la vie, à la mort - Sexe, Scandale et Politique - Calcul glacial - La Piste du vaudou - Crimes dans la haute - Mémoires d’outre-tombe - Où est Angela ? - Double face - La Mort à crédit - Quitte ou Double - L'Enfer de la mode - L'Escroc au cœur tendre - L'auteur qui m'aimait - Pour l'amour du sang - Dernières paroles

Coffre à Catch

#113 : Unforgiven 2008 : Matt Hardy will not die ! - #114 : Matt Hardy champion, les débuts de Jack Swagger ! - #115 : La ECW, c'est bien, mais avec Vianney c'est mieux ! - #116 : Maryse : Pourquoi es-tu si belle? - # 117 : All Star Main Event + Gérard Lenorman !

James May : Notre Homme au Japon

Allez ! - Chou farci - Déodorant - Salut Bim ! - Le garçon de la pêche - Prune salée

Friends Saison 8

Celui qui venait de dire oui - Celui qui avait un sweat rouge - Celui qui découvrait sa paternité - Celui qui avait une vidéo - Celui qui draguait Rachel - Celui qui perturbait Halloween - Celui qui voulait garder Rachel - Celui qui engageait une strip-teaseuse - Celui qui avait fait courir la rumeur - Celui qui défendait sa sœur - Celui qui ne voulait pas aller plus loin - Celui qui passait une soirée avec Rachel - Celui qui découvrait les joies du bain - Celui qui découvrait le placard secret - Celui qui visionnait la vidéo de l'accouchement - Celui qui avouait tout à Rachel - Celui qui voyait dans les feuilles de thé - Celui qui était trop positif

Inspecteur Barnaby Saison 8

Un cri dans la nuit - Les Régates de la vengeance - Requiem pour une orchidée - Pari mortel - Double vue - Le Saut de la délivrance - L'assassin est un fin gourmet - Rhapsodie macabre

L'agence tous risques Saison 4, 5

Qui est qui ? - Cowboy George - La roue de la fortune - Services en tous genres - Club privé - Harry a des ennuis - Un monde de fou - La mission de la paix - Les orages du souvenir - Un témoin capital : 1re partie - Condamnation : 2e partie - Exécution : 3e partie - Match au sommet - Théorie de la révolution - Mort sur ordonnance - Une vieille amitié

Columbo Saison 2

Rançon pour un homme mort - Requiem pour une star

Les Petits Meurtres d'Agatha Christie Saison 3

Jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare - Meurtres du troisième type

Affaires Sensibles

Algues vertes : le danger qui empoisonne la Bretagne - James Jesus Angleton : paranoïa à la CIA - THE GRIM SLEEPER : Le faucheur en embuscade 1985-2007 - La création du festival de Cannes - 2000, les Jeux paralympiques de Sydney : la fraude des basketteurs espagnols

Bardot

Une enfant sage - B.B - La Madrague - Le papillon - Bébé - La vérité

Les Enquêtes de Morse saison 9

Mascarade - Prélude - Sorties de scène

James May's Cars of the People Saison 1, 2

Transports et totalitarisme - Rien n'arrête les nouilles - Les voitures qui nous ont toujours fait rêver - La puissance de la vapeur - 4x4 - Boom (et effondrement) d'après-guerre

The Grand Tour Saison 4, 3, 1, 2

The Grand Tour présente… Seamen - The Grand Tour présente… La Chasse au trésor - Eaux salées et eaux douces - The Grand Tour: A Scandi Flick - Virée à l’Italienne - Spéciale Colombie : Première partie - Spéciale Colombie ; Deuxième partie - Oh, Canada - Coup de vieux

Livres

Orage de chaleur de Richard Castle

Cinq Gars pour Singapour de Jean Bruce

Lucky Luke, tome 27 : Le 20ème de cavalerie de Morris et René Goscinny

Garôden de Jirô Taniguchi et Baku Yumemakura

Une enquête du commissaire Dupin : Etrange printemps aux Glénan de Jean-Luc Bannalec

Détective Conan, tome 9 de Gôshô Aoyama

Il était une fois… Le cinéma, Tome 1 : Des frères Lumière à Charlie Chaplin de Jean-Pierre Georges et Dentiblu

#mediatheque #mai23

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﹐ ☓ TITLE. A CONFESSION

﹐ ☓ TRIGGER WARNINGS. Beckett finally confessions his feelings!

﹐ ☓ CHARACTERS. Andi Kan

﹐ ☓ SETTING. December 22’

﹐ ☓ W/C. 1.4K

﹐ ☓ note. this was supposed to come out months ago, but here it finally is, so enjoy!

It was finally time for Beckett to man up. It had been a whole three months since he got into this whole ordeal with the older male. Three months too long if you ask anyone else. Three months without confessing his feelings for the older male which he had known around the second month and decided to just wait. But Beckett was finally manning up and confessing his feelings. His feelings should've been expressed a long time ago now that he thinks of it.

But Beckett had his reasons for not expressing them. He just wasn't ready. But now he was. He was ready to finally make Andi his boyfriend. Beckett paced the confines of his bedroom as the girl on the other side of the phone watched with a bored expression. Noémie groaned getting her brother’s attention. “One thing I don’t understand is why you always come to me for this type of stuff when I’m only 12. Don't you have any friends?” Noémie jeered at the boy who pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I mean why do you need my help anyway? Don’t you have everything planned out? And if this is about an outfit, then I’m hanging up. Because you’re just staying inside anyway so put on pajamas for all I care.” She exclaimed before yawning as Beckett rolled his eyes but still contemplated what she had said.

In all honesty, Beckett knew that she was right, but didn’t say anything. As earlier in the morning when Andi decided to take Beckett out and treat him for breakfast. He had told him that he just wanted a nice night in with him and that was it. Something Beckett liked, but then grew frustrated over because in his mind he needed it to be perfect. Though Beckett didn't know why he was stressing over everything needing to be perfect when Andi would love it anyway. Beckett sighed going to thank Noémie when he noticed the girl was asleep. Jetlag must've messed her up. He chuckled before hanging up to let her rest. Now it was just Beckett and his thoughts.

He had a few more hours until Andi came over to spend New Year's Eve with him. He thought maybe he should clean up but then again, he remembered that he had stressed cleaned the whole apartment earlier. But then again he had to worry about Ben and October messing it up with their toys. The dogs weren't doing much now but he knew soon enough they would be. The two dogs in question occupying Ben’s bed in the corner, even though the bed itself was too small for the both of them. They both sleep lazily undisturbed by their owner, who was stressing himself out.

Beckett took a seat on the couch with his head in his hands. It was just supposed to be a simple date. But it was stressing him out. Beckett didn’t know what to do. He laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling above him. The apartment was quiet since both dogs are asleep, and there was nobody there except for him. He let his mind wander. Wonder so far that eventually he drifted off to sleep. He awoke hours later to find that it was dark outside. The dogs were no longer there and they were groceries on the counter. sometimes he was glad that he had his mom around and also that he gave her a key.

He stood from the couch, stretching his tired body, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He didn’t know how much time has passed as he went to put the groceries up. He stared mindlessly at the contents of the fridge before at the clock on the wall. The time reading 8:34 PM which meant Andi would be coming over soon. Beckett sighed closing the fridge grabbing his phone to order something for him to eat. He ended up choosing Dak-bokkeum-tang for delivery which would most likely be delivered after Andi arrived.

Slowly, his stress and nervousness started to come back. He just wanted Andi to show up already. He wanted him to show up so he can reassure him that this evening was going to be perfect. Perfect for both him and himself. Beckett didn’t know how long he had been pacing the living room of his apartment for when someone had knocked on the door. On the other side of the door stood Andi who was wrapped in a bundle of clothes since the weather had seemingly gotten colder over night. His face lit up when Beckett opened the door. Andi pulled the taller boy into his embrace making Beckett sigh.

“Thank god you’re here.” Beckett breathed as Andi chuckled running his hands through the boys hair. Something that made Beckett relax under his touch. Beckett pulled away from the hug finally letting Andi into the apartment as he closed and locked the door behind him. Andi placed bags of groceries on the counter which Beckett frowned at because he hadn’t noticed them earlier. “I told you not to get anything.” Beckett whined as Andi shook his head. “It’s just snacks Beckett. Stop whining.” Andi teased using his hyung voice as Beckett narrowed his eyes at the older. With each item Andi pulled out of the bag Beckett’s stomach growled.

He hadn’t realized he was hungry until Andi pulled out food. “Food is on the way. You can wait.” He thought to himself as he noticed one item Andi had pulled out the bag. Makgeolli. Korean Rice Wine. Something Beckett has been obsessed with lately. “You got Makgeolli?” He questioned grabbing the bottle as Andi nodded before looking at him. “I figured you would want some. Is that alright?” Andi questioned as Beckett nodded making him smile. Beckett went to place the bottle in the fridge as Andi placed all the snacks in the living room so they could start their movie night before Midnight struck.

Andi was quick to pull Beckett by his side before he could sit on the other side of couch. Beckett shook his head before throwing a cover their laps as Andi began to pick a movie for them to watch. He ended up picking The Witch: Part 1 - The Subversion. Though about 30 minutes into watching the movie Beckett had fallen back to sleep as he rested his head on Andi’s shoulder. Andi massaged the boy’s head as he continued to watch the movie.

The movie played in the background as Andi glanced down at Beckett, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at the peaceful expression on Beckett's face. Andi gently adjusted his position, making sure Beckett was comfortable before focusing back on the movie.

As the movie reached its climax, Andi's mind began to wander, contemplating the events of the evening. He had noticed Beckett's nervousness earlier, even though he tried his best to hide it. Andi had a feeling something important was on Beckett's mind, but he didn't want to push him. He wanted Beckett to open up when he was ready.

Andi's thoughts drifted to the past few months they had spent together. He had developed strong feelings for Beckett, and he hoped that Beckett felt the same way. They had grown closer, spending more time together, and Andi cherished every moment they shared. He remembered the first time they met, how Beckett's smile had captured his attention and sparked a sense of curiosity. Andi was drawn to Beckett's kind heart, his passion for the things he loved, and the way he made Andi feel at ease. They had become good friends, but Andi wanted something more.

Lost in his thoughts, Andi barely noticed the movie ending. He gently nudged Beckett, trying to wake him up. "Hey, Beckett, the movie's over. You fell asleep," he whispered softly. Beckett stirred and blinked sleepily, gradually realizing that the movie had indeed finished. He sat up straight, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Sorry, I must have dozed off," he said, sounding slightly embarrassed.

Andi smiled reassuringly. "It's alright. You looked peaceful. Did you sleep well?" Beckett nodded, his gaze shifting slightly. "Yeah, I guess I needed the rest." Andi's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to take a leap of faith. "Is everything okay, Beckett? You seemed a bit nervous earlier. If there's something on your mind, you can talk to me about it."

Beckett looked at Andi, his eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and hope. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and he couldn't let fear hold him back any longer. "I... Andi, there's something I need to tell you," Beckett began, his voice filled with determination. "I've been keeping it to myself for far too long, but I can't hide my feelings anymore. The truth is, I have deep feelings for you, and I've had them for a while now."

Andi's eyes widened, surprise and delight washing over his face. He reached out to hold Beckett's hand, offering him comfort and support. "Beckett, you have no idea how happy that makes me. I've been feeling the same way, but I didn't want to rush you or make you feel pressured. I care about you so much, and I want to be more than just friends." Beckett's face broke into a wide smile, relief flooding his features. The weight that had burdened him for months suddenly lifted, replaced by warmth and joy. He squeezed Andi's hand, unable to contain his happiness.

"I'm so glad you feel the same way, Andi. I was scared of ruining our friendship, but I couldn't ignore my feelings anymore. You mean the world to me, and I want us to be more than just friends too." Andi leaned in closer, their eyes locked with an intensity that spoke volumes. Slowly, he closed the distance between them, his lips meeting Beckett's in a soft, tender kiss. It was a moment filled with hope, passion, and the beginning of something beautiful.

As they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Beckett couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe I stressed so much about tonight when the perfect ending was right here all along." Andi chuckled, brushing his thumb gently across Beckett's cheek. "Sometimes, the best moments come when we least expect them. And tonight has turned into something more beautiful than I ever imagined."

With their feelings finally confessed and their hearts aligned, Beckett and Andi spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other's embrace, cherishing their newfound love and the promise of a future together.

#ℬ ─ ׁ 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 ♡ ׁ ⫬ ⫬ ﹙ writings ﹚#fictional idol community #fictional idol company #fictional idol oc #fictional idol soloist

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Alexander Scriabin can be considered one of the most exciting personalities among Russian composers. He was born in 1872 in Moscow, to a family of noble origins. His mother, Lyubov Petrova Scriabina, who died in 1873, was a pianist too. Scriabin studied at the Moscow Conservatory from 1888 to 1892, around the same time as Sergey Rachmaninoff. His unique style of composition in the beginning was influenced by Fryderyk Chopin, however, as his compositional language matured, Scriabin was inspired by theosphy, mysticism, poetry, philosophy, and his own synaesthesia. In his ouvre, Scriabin reevaluated the meaning of Gesamtkunstwerk originated from Richard Wagner, as his later works were combinations of different branches of art. For this post, I chose a piece from the composer’s first period. Scriabin started writing the Sonata op. 19 in g-sharp minor in 1892. It is the second among his ten piano sonatas. It was only published in 1897, after a series of revisions. In 1896, the composer stated the following: ’’I have finished the sonata, but I am completely dissatisfied with it (…)’’. It consists of two movements, both in g-sharp minor: I. Andante II. Presto This sonata feels almost impressionistic, which is not a coincidence, if we take a look at the programme notes written by the composer: ’’The first section represents the quiet of a southern night on the seashore; the development is the dark agitation of the deep, deep sea. The E major middle section shows caressing moonlight coming up after the first darkness of night. The second movement represents the vast expanses of ocean in a stormy night.’’ Despite being a late 19th century work, many ideas used by Scriabin in this sonata were the results of Beethoven’s experimenting with the sonata form. For example, both sonatas in his op. 27 (E-flat major and c-sharp minor) are subtitled ’’Quasi una fantasia’’, and differ a lot from the classical sonata form. In his 32 sonatas, many have less or more than the standard 4 movements. The most relevant is the Sonata op. 90 in e minor, which consists of only two movements. One of the best recordings of this sonata is from Valentina Lisitsa, Ukranian pianist who became famous on YouTube. The recording was made in 2013, in Blumenstein, Canton of Bern, Switzerland-which is also related to Scriabin’s life: in 1903 he moved to Switzerland with his wife. I think Lisitsa’s interpretation creates an atmosphere which is very close to the sensations mentioned in the programme notes, and the acoustic environment of the church makes this recording unique. Noémi Baki-Szmaler, guest editor – @une-barque-sur-l-ocean

musicainextenso: Alexander Scriabin can be considered one of the most exciting personalities among Russian composers. He was born in 1872 in Moscow, to a family of noble origins. His mother, Lyubov Petrova Scriabina, who died in 1873, was a pianist too. Scriabin studied at the Moscow Conservatory from 1888 to 1892, around the same time…

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I overwhelmingly perform in this book what Eve Sedgwick calls a “paranoid” reading, seeking “to expose the ruses of power,” even when—as is the case with scripts of blackness—the agents of power are indistinct, the uses of power varied, and its reception open-ended. Yet I want to emphasize the less immediately visible “to and fro movement” between paranoid and reparative critical stances that informs this book. The reparative approach is clearest in the last chapter, where I assemble available traces of Afro-diasporic agency, as Afro-Europeans engaged with, responded to, and used for their own benefit the culture of kinetic blackness that was coined and wielded against them. Reparative leanings also inform the historiographic principle that I call recording, which I use at various points to reconstruct transnational genealogies of racial performance in the subjunctive mode when lacunar archives curtail the use of the indicative. In early modern English, while the noun record was attached to the legal domain (meaning a witness, a testimony), the verb to record was attached to the domain of memory (meaning to remember, to rehearse, to go over in one’s mind) and to the domain of performance (meaning to sing in counterpoint). Recording thus denotes a way of singing based on dialogue between two melodic lines. The contrapuntal structure does not undermine but enhances both melodic lines with a high degree of sophistication. As a historiographic metaphor, recording happens when theatre historians allow their work to operate on more than one mode, weaving a contrapuntal song that hinges on évidence—that luminous sense of presence—into their evidentiary work. No field has thought with more depth, complexity, and urgency than Black studies about the ethics of care that must drive historiographic inquiries into racial archives. By proposing the historiographic model of baroque recording, I am suggesting that the conceptual resources of early modernity may have something to contribute to that ongoing critical conversation. I see contrapuntal recording as a practice that resonates with “critical fabulation,” a method driven by Saidiya Hartman’s hope that “by advancing a series of speculative arguments and exploiting the capacities of the subjunctive (a grammatical mood that expresses doubts, wishes, and possibilities), in fashioning a narrative which is based upon archival research,” she could “tell an impossible story and amplify the impossibility of its telling.” Recording also has affinities with what Audre Lorde calls “biomythography,” which C. Riley Snorton invokes as a practice of invention for recounting Black Trans lives lost in the archives, a prosthetic “practice of symbolic surrogation, not as a supplemental thing, but through supplementarity,” which “is not about completion” and “does not perform or propose reconciliation.” Recording as I construe it uses the openness to changes, surprises, and hope proper to the reparative stance in order to support the paranoid drive toward exposure that is at the core of my inquiry. Such hybridity is pervasive, compounding what I playfully call this book’s reparanoia: its wide and conflicted range of affective responses to the early modern racial archives. Scripts of Blackness’s self-avowed reparanoia is grounded simultaneously in a reparative desire (shared with many) to account for an early modern Afro-diasporic life that exceeded the painful heinousness of racial formations, and in a paranoid distrust of the comfort and complacency that such accounts of early modern Black life can easily elicit among twenty-first-century readers prepared for any number of reasons to minimize the transhistorical reality of antiblackness.

- Noémie Ndiaye, Scripts of Blackness: Early Modern Performance Culture and the Making of Race, 24-25

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tinas-art · 1 year

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1. Claude Debussy: Poissons d’Or When we talk about music, it is impossible to not to mention the name of Claude Debussy, whose name has fused with the term ’’impressionism’’. He had the talent to create atmospheres which capture the essence of a natural scene. This is why the chosen piece for my first post this week is his piece called Poissons d’or (Goldfish), the final movement of his second set of Images, written in 1907. Poissons d’or is joyous, bright music, with toccata-like pianistic elements. It reminds me of Movement from the first book of Images, Toccata from his suite Pour le piano, or L’Isle joyouse (The Happy Island). Debussy’s source of inspiration could have been Chinese or Japanese illustrations of goldfish, since this kind of art was fashionable during the beginning of the 20th century, however, he could have seen real goldfish swimming in a pond. He dedicated this movement to Ricardo Vines, who was an accomplished pianist of those times. The piece was written in F sharp major, a very bright key. To show off as many colours and textures as possible, the tonality changes several times throughout the piece, usually to E flat major or C major. In the introduction, we can hear an F#9 chord with an augmented 9th, creating an ambiguous sense of tonality and a brighter sound. From these tremolos the music is born: what I would like to emphasize instead of a detailed analysis of the piece are the compositional techniques that Debussy uses to depict the goldfish. The water is present throughout the piece: sometimes we can hear water flowing or the movment of the waves as tremoloos, arpeggios, long trills, or apoggiaturas and fast jumps on staccato notes as jingling sprinklets of water. In this imaginary river, or pond, these fish are swimming gracefully, represented by long, legato melodies which keep appearing in the upper voice. This melody is sometimes distrupted by capriccious, acrobatic movements, depicted by dotted rhytms or virtuoso runs. I chose this recording by Seong-Jin Cho. His way of playing Debussy is mesmerizing, he uses a wide palette of different timbres and dinamics. @une-barque-sur-l-ocean – Baki-Szmaler Noémi, guest editor

musicainextenso: 1. Claude Debussy: Poissons d’Or When we talk about music, it is impossible to not to mention the name of Claude Debussy, whose name has fused with the term ’’impressionism’’. He had the talent to create atmospheres which capture the essence of a natural scene. This is why the chosen piece for my first…

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verloren-y · 1 year

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22 janvier 2023

Bonjour cher journal, ça faisait longtemps.

Je me sens absolument atrocement mal. Comme à chquae fois que j'écris ici. Je me sens mal. J'ai peur. Je me sens extrêmement seul. Je me sens pas assez bien, je ne suis pas assez bien pour les gens qui m'entourent, je me sens absolument nul. Quand Noémie me parle de tout ce qu'elle a fait. Et même les autres. J'ai l'impression d'être un raté. Que je sais pas faire. Je sais tout faire en réalité je sais couper un arbre. Mais elle elle sait tout faire et pourtant j'ai regardé le film J'ai perdu mon corps et comme À CHAQUE FOIS que le personnage principal fait une erreur je me dis c la fin il faut que tu mette fin à tes jours. Je ne sais pas comment je suis censé vivre avec cette mentalité. Je sais pas ce que je dois faire j'arrive à rien je me sens stressé et complètement déboussolé. Je suis au bout du rouleau. Ça me tue à petit feu. C'est de la torture. Ohlala et puis da'utre choses.

Je vous les mains d'un homme enfaite je veux juste en tant qu'enfant que je suis être pris dans les bras par un homme, je voudrais que papa me prenne dans ses bras et qu'il me dise je t'aime. Et là je meurs. Maman et moi on a eu une bonne discussion hier. Je lui ai expliqué pourquoi je pense que je lui dois rien et elle est d'accord, mais ou bien elle s'exprime mal ou bien elle me fait sentir le contraire.

Je ne fais que m'énerver parceque je ne sais plus pleurer, j'ai peur de ce que les gens vont dire si je leurs dis que je pleure. La compassion me fait peur, tout comme le jugement. Le tout me fait peur. Je ne sais pas faire les choses. Et à force de ne pas dire les choses je fini par m'envenimer et de détester les gens parceque je me dis qu'ils savent ce qu'ils sont censés faire. C'est frustrant.

Plus je vis plus j'ai envie de mourir. Je ne sais vraiment pas quoi faire. Je m'isole, mais c'est à force d'être obliger d'insister à voir les gens. Je n'en peux plus. Je ne suis la priorité de personne. Ni même de maman, ni même de moi. Je n'existe pas. Ou bien je ne devrais pas exister. Je déteste être ici. Je ne suis pas en vie. Et si je disparaissait il n'y aurait aucune différence, je ne sais pas ce que je fais ici. Ma vie n'a pas de but. Je ne ressens pas de joie. Rien n'est bien tout est compliqué. Rien n'est simple, c'est juste horrible d'être sur terre. Je ne sais pas quoi faire. Je suis censé emmener cet ordi portable. Je devrais faire les mises à jours ce soir et ainsi de suite. Je ne sais pas quoi faire je ne sais pas quoi faire. Je vais lire d'anciens posts que j'ai laissé ici.

Maman je lui ai méchamment parler hier aussi avznt cette discussion où je lui ai dis que j'ai jamais demandé à être en vie. Elle m'a dit que c'était très blessant, elle m'a demandé si je détestait à ce pount ma vie. J'ai ris et dis non pas à ce point, mais finalement à certains moments oui et c'est horrible je ne sais pas pourquoi ou bien j'ai d'énormes pique d'anxiétés ou bien je sais pas je panique je meurs je sais pas le décrire ça fait mal d'exister et d'être en vie. Et parfois c'est bien. Mais rarement je crois et même les souvenirs souvent on les embelli. Cet été me manque.

Enzo... me manque aussi d'une certaines manière ou plutôt ce que j'imaginais avec lui peut-être c'est embarrassent de dire ça genre vraiment je me sens mal de l'écrire c'est horrible.... Je ne mérite pas d'être aimé apparemment, l'univers me la dis. Il me l'a dit. Je ne mérite pas d'être avec une homme bien. Je me sens juste mal. Ça doit être comme ça.

Je veux tellement bien faire et c'est ça l'origine de TOUT mes problèmes et si je faisais mal?! Mais que je prépare un peu je fais ce qu'il faut le reste je peux pas le prévoir

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﹐ ☓ TITLE. BUT WORRY

﹐ ☓ TRIGGER WARNINGS. Everything seems to worry Beckett nowadays

﹐ ☓ SETTING. November 22’

﹐ ☓ W/C. 1.7K

Beckett had never been a person to worry. There was not much in his life that made him worried or anxious, except for new things in his life. Like a new career, a new place, and new people. But that’s all that made him anxious or nervous. Well until his mom came calling him. She was frantic. Something that made him grow a little bit worried. He always seem to worry when it came to his family especially since he couldn’t do anything but sit there and listen to them. He was oceans away from them, so what could he do?

When she had called, it had surprised him. Especially since he had just gotten off the stage from promoting his song. What worried him the most was the fact that he knew that it had to be quite late in Canada since it was the afternoon in Korea. But the scariest part of it all was the fact that she was crying. Never had he heard his mother crying the way that she was. From the way, he heard the tremble in her voice and the way she spoke it was too much for him. But the moment she had spoken the words that he was hoping not to hear was the moment he knew he had to travel back home. ‘Y-your father was rushed to the hospital.’

For him, the words were like a punch to the gut. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as his mind, tried to comprehend the words that had fallen out of his mom’s mouth. Or maybe he was trying to not think that it was true. Because how could his father be in the hospital? His father was healthy and strong, so how could he be in the hospital? What could’ve happened that put him there? Was he sick, did something happen to him? That was all that was on his mind. but it wasn’t real, was it? It wasn’t. The words repeated over and over and his head even as he packed, got on the airplane, and through the entire 12-hour flight. But as soon as he stepped off of the airplane and was greeted by his mother and sister he knew it was all true. By the way, his mother was holding back tears and Noémie looked so nonchalantly that he knew it couldn't be fake.

So it was true. His dad was in the hospital for a reason he did not know. His dad was in the hospital, but yet he hadn’t gone to visit him. It had been three days since he returned to Canada and yet he hadn't gone to visit his dad once. He felt like a bad son for not going to visit his dad but he was worried about what he might see. He didn’t know how badly his dad was hurting. He didn’t want to see his dad in pain. But he knew that his dad would want to see him especially since he hadn’t seen him in months. But he knew that he would have to go sooner or later. He guessed today would be that day. The car was quiet. He wasn’t going to say anything but neither was his mom or sister. It was tense, especially from his sister who hadn’t spoken nor cried, ever since he arrived. And he knew that she hadn’t cried even before he got there.

He knew that it would be a matter of time before her feelings came to the surface. He knew he would just have to be there for her when she did explode. The hospital was a buzz as he and his family entered. The nurse was as cheery as ever wearing one of her infamous smiles, which Beckett knew was fake because she had probably been working hours, but she still smiled which is something Beckett wished he could do. The hospital was gloomy and smelled sterile. Just like it always was. The hospital had always been a place Beckett never liked to visit and even now it felt the same as it did when he was a child. It felt creepy and unwelcoming. The halls were plain and gloomy. There was nothing good about the hospital and he wondered if his dad felt the same way.

Speaking of his dad, they have come to a stop in front of one of the many rooms in the hospital. Room 1309 his father’s room as the obvious whiteboard read with his name upon it. Entering the room was no different than being out in the hallway. It all felt the same. Unwelcoming and cold but that all seemed to get thrown out the window as his father sat up in his hospital bed with the biggest smile on his face. One Beckett hadn't seen in months. The one he would show when he was happy to see his family altogether. He may have been smiling but Beckett knew there had to be some pain in his body. Beckett sighed looking at his dad whose smile faded some from the look his son gave him.

Beckett knew his father was a little bit hurt by what he had given him. But he couldn’t blame him. Especially since he didn’t tell either him or Noémie what was wrong with him. It was like his mom could tell that it was a bit tense between father and son as she excused herself, and Noémie so the two could talk. ‘Why didn’t you tell me earlier?! What if I found out too late about this?! What if by the time I got here you were already gone?! What about my feelings dad?! Or what about that little girl standing out in the hallways feelings?! What about us that?!’ Beckett questioned fist bawled and tears threatening to spill. If there had been a point in that Beckett’s life when he knew he would cry, then this would be that moment. Beckett hated crying, but it was a normal thing to do especially when he was angry or upset. It just happened.

‘Beckett. How was I supposed to tell you when all I could think about was keeping you guys from finding out? How was I supposed to know that it was going to get this bad Beckett? It’s not like I wanted it to happen.’ His dad spoke as Beckett looked at him tears starting to fall. all he could think about was keeping it from them. So that means he wasn’t going to sell them at all. He wasn’t going to tell his kids anything about his health probably until he was gone. Gone away from them. Leaving them clueless as to how their dad just opened. Left them with no reason. Beckett hated the words. “And you think that leaving us clueless without a hint of what’s going on with you, will bring us some satisfaction! You think, not telling us until it killed you was going to stop us from hurting?! Did you dad? Did you?!

“Did mom even know? Because if she didn’t, then you would’ve cost us more hurt. Especially if what is going on with you killed you. Because not only leaving us your children clueless but also your wife is what is going to hurt us the most.” his words lingered in the air. His father hadn’t said anything and neither did he. Of course, Beckett was upset especially since he had lied to him all these months or years. He didn’t know how long this was going on. It was upsetting really. After some time his father finally spoken.

“As much as I want to say I’m sorry for lying to you Beckett. I can’t. This. Whatever is going on with me I didn’t know until a few months ago. And I get that you’re upset with me for me not bothering to tell you or that I was never going to tell you. But can you blame me because I just want you guys to live a non-stressful life and not have to worry about me? I get that I upset both you and your sister. But it would only bring me distress if I had told you guys because all you would do is worry about me, which is something I wouldn’t want you to do. you guys are both young and should live your life to the fullest. Worrying about me would bring nothing but pain. So yell at me, and be mad at me all you want but I’m not sorry for not telling you. But I hope that both you and your sister can forgive me.”

His father’s words were harsh, but somewhere deep down, inside Beckett, he knew that his father was telling the truth. He didn’t want Beckett nor his sister to worry about him and just wanted his kids to live their lives to the fullest. But worrying about him and their mother would always be something, Beckett and Noémie would do. Knowing that they were OK and doing well was always something that brought the Noé children comfort. But hearing his father say that he didn’t want them to worry about him was upsetting, but also comforting.

But Beckett knew that he would still worry about his father, no matter what he had told him. “You don’t get to decide whether or not we worry about you. You are our father for a reason. You took care of us and showed us love and in return, we show you love back and worry about you because that’s what we’re supposed to do. And in the future, we will take care of you just like how you did us when we were little because that’s what we’re supposed to do. So you telling me not to worry about you is just going to make me even more worried about you. And I hope that’s something you know.” Beckett spoke as his father sighed nodding but smiling nonetheless.

Beckett wrapped his arms around his father hugging the older man. Beckett could feel his dad breathe easier in the comfort of his warmth. The tears fell softer this time. Realizing that his dad was OK but just as stubborn as he always was is what made Beckett breathe easier and feel less worried. Knowing that his dad would be all right was what made him happy. But Beckett knew he would still worry for the older man because when it came to his family and those closest to him, he couldn’t help but worry.

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