#old french movies are never boring

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The Swimming Pool, (1969)

#old french movies are never boring #good movie #movie quotes #movie stills #movies #movie art #movie aesthetic #films #film aesthetic #film art #cinema #cinephile #retro movies #jane birkin #cute couple #couple aesthetic #french movie #astrology #zodiac aesthetic #pisces #art #60s fashion #60s movies

[textualviolence]

oh so everyone is lying about the movie d.e.b.s. huh. Its not bad in a good way. its not camp. its just annoying.

#its like the craft. watching the gifs on tumblr you'd think the insane goth girl is the main character #only for the majority of the film to focus on some girl you've literally never noticed who disappears in the posters from lack of charisma #the two lesbians were BORING. i thought all 4 of them were equally gay #turns out only the bland one is. french cigarette smoking devon aoki is worth seeing but #she barely has any lines #spud the evil lesbian's straight male best friend is the most entertaining & likeable character in the movie after devon aoki which is an L #for all lesbians and this movie in particular #& the female straight best friend has the only iconic line in this movie #“everyone thinks you're a hero when you're actually a slut. a gay slut” #movie sucked im sorry #also those two lesbians were so insanely weird looking. this is what lipstick lesbian means #not femme (which devon aoki is actually serving effortlessly in this film) but straight looking in a really uncomfortable way #beauty rituals femmes don't engage in like powdered bronzer contour #& straightened layer haircuts. & those weird ugly 2000s tshirts #hyperfeminine in an oddly sexless way which is like the opposite of femme #hated it. i wanted to see devon aoki make out with a woman #& the old lady director. they shouldve been killing each other for that older woman pussy but no #turns out shes just the defacto homophobic villain. ugh.

[kteezy997]

heyy, can u do one where timmy breaks up with the reader and she´s heartbroken, after a few months she realizes shes pregnant , but doesnt tell him anything (because shes still hurt and thinks he doesnt want her and the child anyhow) and one day they bumb into eachother randomly and he sees his nearly identical 3 yr old son and confronts her? you choose the endning mwuahhhh. btw i love ur writing

Daddy's Boy- Part One//t.c.

warnings: breakup, unexpected pregnancy, angst, fluff, cursing, i think that's it? This is a long one, grab a snack?

You were both young and dumb, and Timmy’s career was growing steadily at the time. He was taking on more and more movies, more commitments, and he straight up told you that he didn’t have time to be in a relationship anymore. He told he’d love you as long as breathed, and maybe one day you’ll find each other again, and you could be together.

You were heartbroken. You didn’t want to speak to him after the breakup, though he tried. It was too painful to even speak to him knowing that you couldn’t have all of him. You knew that cutting off contact cold turkey would be the best for you in the long run.

Just as your healing began, you missed your period a couple of months after the breakup with Timmy. You hadn't missed a period randomly before, so you decided to take a pregnancy test. You hoped that somehow it was only a fluke, and you weren't carrying a Chalamet baby.

Your hopes went out the window when two lines appeared on the tiny screen of the test. You were pregnant.

........

You gave birth to a perfectly healthy and beautiful baby boy. You named him Theodore, with a French flair as a secret nod to his biological father. Though you didn't ever reach out to Timmy, you hoped that the French name would be like a little clue as to who the boy was, if he were to ever come across him.

You were blessed with the support of your family who helped you in any way that you needed as a single working mom. They didn't have any harsh feelings toward Timmy, as he had no say in what the situation was. Your family stuck by you and your decisions.

You worked full-time and took care of Theo when you weren't on the clock. Any free time you had was spent with family and friends. You didn't have the time nor the energy to push yourself back out into the dating world. Besides, you knew that you had already experienced the love of a lifetime with Timmy. No one and nothing could compare to how you felt with him, and you were so in love with the son he gave you.

Theo was like his father in so many ways. He had Timmy's quirks and bubbly, goofy personality. He brought so much laughter and silliness to your life. Like his father, he was never boring. Theo was also sweet, thoughtful, and cuddly, even as a three-year-old.

As he got older, he started to realize that the other kids at his daycare had daddies that would pick them up at the end of the day. He mentioned to you that he felt sad about not having a daddy like the other children.

You told your sweet son that he did have a father, but he just couldn't be with him as he had to leave for his job. "But your daddy is a good man, and he loves you. Don't ever think that you aren't loved, Theo."

"Okay Mommy." your little one said with a shrug.

"Would you want to see some pictures of your daddy?"

Theo's eyes lit up and smiled widely, nodding immediately.

....three years later....

Holy shit. It was him. Timothee. You had taken your son out for a pastry while you got an afternoon iced coffee and you see your ex-boyfriend across the room, who also happens to be the father of said son but has no idea his son even exists because you haven't spoken in three years. What a day.

Your thoughts and heart were racing as you thought of the different ways that this could play out. You could grab Theo, and leave immediately, so as to no give Timmy a chance to even see the two of you. But that would be the shitty thing to do. To be honest, you have felt shitty for three years keeping Timmy's child away from him. You couldn't leave. You wondered if it was fate bringing Theo's father into his life, after all these years.

You decided to stay. You wiped some chocolate off of Theo's face, his sweet little face that was a carbon copy of Timmy. Your son had his father's eyes, nose, hair, body type, everything was all Timmy. Your own genes didn't even try when it came to making this child.

When you looked up and over Timmy's direction again, he caught your gaze. Your former lover's eyes widened at you, as he realized that the two of you were in the same vicinity.

"Mom, I know him! From the pitchers! That's my daddy!" your toddler's voice rang through your ears, and before you knew it, he got down from his chair, and started to run across the coffee shop.

"Theo!" you called after him, getting up immediately to catch him, but he was quick on his little legs. "You cannot run off by yourself!" Your heart was racing, you had never lost control of your little boy like this before, and you were worried he'd get hurt or maybe even a stranger might snatch him.

"Whoa little guy!" you knew that voice better than any other. Timmy had picked up Theo, holding him as if he'd held the boy every day of his life.

You looked on as Timmy and Theo looked at one another, matching dark curls, pale skin, and green eyes. Timmy smiled warmly as your son blushed and hid his face into Timmy's shoulder, acting shy suddenly.

"Hi, y/n." Timmy said, looking at you. "You've got a cute kid."

You took a deep breath, this moment up until now only existed in your dreams, "Thank you."

Timmy sighed, a melancholy look took over his face. You could tell his mind was racing. He came to know the truth, you could see it on his face. He tightened his grip on Theo, holding him more snuggly. "He's mine." It wasn't a question, it was a fact he had realized.

You looked down, feeling so ashamed at yourself. "Yes, he is."

He glared at you. There was nothing behind his eyes as he shook his head. But his expression changed instantly as he turned his attention back to his son. "What's your name, little man?"

"Theodore." the little one grinned, "But Mommy calls me Theo."

You watched as Theo softened like putty in Timmy's arms, he even put his hand on his dad's shoulder.

"I seen pitchers of you. Mommy showed me. I know you my daddy." The declaration in the boy's voice was noticeable.

Timmy chuckled lightly, "She did? Well, I'm very glad to finally meet you, Theo."

You could see your ex-boyfriend's eyes begin to well up, so you said, "Timmy, let's go to my place, okay?"

"Yeah! I want my daddy to come and play with me!" Theo cheered, super excitedly.

Timmy wiped his tears away quickly, "Of course, I'd love to."

.........

The whole way home, Theo was telling Timmy all about his favorite toys in his room. Timmy was fully engaged with what the boy was saying, understanding him perfectly as he spoke. They were instantly like two peas in a pod. It was remarkable. It did, however, add to the stinging pain of guilt you felt about keeping the two of them apart.

Upon entering the house, Theo dragged Timmy by the hand to go show him his room. “Whoa, whoa, slow down buddy.” Timmy said to the three-year-old as he laughed at how excited the boy was.

You couldn’t help but smile at how they got along. You decided to leave them be, to let them play and bond. You did some of your general chores around your home and tidied up the space, then sat down on the couch to watch some mindless tv.

Before you knew it, it was Theo’s bedtime. You had the difficult task of breaking up his first play time with his father.

You opened the door of your son’s room to see toy cars and trucks scattered about, intermixed with some little action figures.

Timmy and Theo were not disturbed by your entry. They were in their own world; Timmy was on his knees, pretending to block Theo as he tried to shoot a ball into his Little Tikes basketball hoop. It was so sweet to see them play and laugh together.

You hated to say anything at all, but little boys needed sleep. "Sorry bubs, but it's bedtime."

"Aw, do I have to go to bed?" Theo whined dropping his miniature basketball.

"Yes, you do." you said firmly to your son. You went over to his dresser to collect some pajamas out of a drawer. "Time for jammies."

"Okay." Theo grumbled, moping on his way to you.

"Don't pout, Theo, you need to do as your mother says." Timmy said with stern, but still light tone as to not hurt Theo's feelings.

Your heart fluttered at Timmy's first attempt at co-parenting with you.

"Can Daddy tuck me in?" he asked as you pulled his shirt over his head.

You looked over at Timmy, who nodded at you in turn. "Yes." you said, finishing getting Theo into his pajamas.

"Alright, little man, time to go to sleep." Timmy said as he helped Theo get into his twin bed, underneath his monster truck themed bedding.

Theo laid down and Timmy covered his tiny body with his blankets, and the boy said, "Can you make sure there are no monsters in the closet?"

Timmy smiled, happy to give his son some comfort, "Sure, buddy." He tussled the little boy's hair, then got up to look into the closet across the room. "No monsters in there. Just a regular ol' closet."

You smiled with tiny giggle as you watched the interaction.

Timmy then crouched down next to Theo's bed, "Goodnight, Theo. I was so glad to meet you today. I had fun playing too."

"Me too, Daddy. Can you come tomorrow too?" your son responded with a sleepy grin.

"I don't know about tomorrow, but I'll see you soon, I promise."

........

You knew what was to come as you walked out of your son's bedroom with his long-lost daddy behind you.

"Y/n, let's talk."

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DESCRIPTION I All your relationship with Charles was based on dares. How far can it go before it becomes too much?

PAIRING I Charles Leclerc × fem!reader

WORDS COUNT I 3,7k

A/N I I never thought I would go this far with this story but I'm so happy with the way it turned out. I really hope you will like it as much as I loved writing it 💜

Ever since the day you met, you and Charles had been playing the same silly game. In French, they called cap ou pas cap. The idea was to dare the other person to do something.

It all started during your parents’ wedding.

Being six years old at a wedding was the funniest thing to do. You were watching adults having fun, drinking and dancing together. You were sitting at a table, imagining your own life as an adult. How you would be singing out loud, dancing like tomorrow didn’t exist and finding a cute boy to love if you didn’t have someone already. You imagined all the cool clothes you would be wearing, clearly better than those they were wearing now.

You were so focused on the life you were dreaming for yourself that you didn’t see the cute boy walking to you. “You’re bored too?” he asked shyly.

There weren’t that many children in the room that night. Not many of your parents’ friends brought them. But some couples couldn’t accept to let their children home. Just like the Leclerc.

You knew Lorenzo because your dad had been tutoring him a few weeks ago.

You knew Arthur because his mom came to your place to introduce him to yours.

But you never met Charles. You knew you were the same age, your mothers kept saying you should hang out together one day. You knew he was doing karting which is why you never saw him before. You knew he looked adorable because you’ve seen pictures of him.

You knew that your parents quite hoped you too would fall in love. But you were also big enough to know it was a little too early to think about that.

“Yes, I’m quite done with dancing with adults that try to say something funny. They’re not funny.” You rolled your eyes and made Charles laugh. He sat next to you, taking your answer as a right to stay with you. And it wasn’t like you would ask him to walk away.

“They keep telling me I must be breaking every girls’ heart and I don’t have the courage to tell them I don’t even have a girlfriend.” He sighed and took your drink.

You were acting like little adults in your own world. Drinking like life was too difficult to deal with, when all you had to care about was homework and karting for him. You chatted about some people you knew, mostly your parents’ mutual friends and some of their children like two gossips. And when the photographer asked if he could take a picture of you, you posed like two old friends.

It wasn’t until it was almost midnight that Charles offered to play a game of dares. Taking a picture with Arthur’s comforter. Both sharing a dance with someone the other had picked. Stealing someone’s piece of cake.

It started nicely. You had no idea that this would be the start and the thing that ruled your whole friendship.

You and Charles started to hang out more, or as much as you could since you had to ask your families every time. You had a weekly snack on Wednesday, and you convinced your parents to bring you to as many of Charles’ races.

As the years went on, it became easier to be best friends. You were calling each other all the time, sending stupid texts and would take the bus to each other’s places without your parents being there.

But never did the dares stop. They evolved with you.

As little children, you were still daring each other stupid and innocent things. Telling your parents, a whole crazy story that had actually happened in a movie. Asking Charles to steal his brother’s clothes and wear them for as long as Lorenzo doesn’t notice. Stealing a glass of wine…well this one wasn’t too innocent, and you both developed a hate for wine.

From children you became teenagers. And the dares became more adult. Or you tried to make yourself look more adult. You never dared each other to do dangerous things or anything. Just…stupidest. Like kissing someone you barely admitted having a crush on, missing a karting appointment to go to the beach (to your defense, it was your birthday) or participating in the school theater play. You were still a little mad that this started as a little dare, and you ended up with the main role.

But worse than that, you became teenagers that were slowly developing feelings. And none of you hesitated to dare the other some things that would make them jealous. You did kiss Max Verstappen after a racing kart when, stupidly, Charles dared you to kiss the winner. He thought he would win. He thought he would finally be able to kiss you, even if it was through a game. Thinking it would be less weird for the two of you.

He didn’t expect you to maintain the dare and kiss his worst opponent.

“I can’t believe you kissed him.”

You were in his family car, driving home from the race. His dad was outside, ordering food so you could spend the rest of the evening together at home. Charles was at the front. You could see him with his arms crossed and his angry face through the rearview mirror. “Then you shouldn’t have dared me to kiss the winner.” It wasn’t that you didn’t understand why he was mad. It was obvious. But still, it was his dare. Not yours.

“I was supposed to win!” he yelled, turning around to face you.

“And how is that my problem Charles? I didn’t ruin your race.”

His dad came back right after your reply. So, you didn’t get to hear his own answer to this. But you had time to think about it. The problem wasn’t that you kissed Max, even if you were pretty sure that he wouldn’t be that mad if it was anybody else. It was that you didn’t kiss him.

You spend the whole trip silently thinking about that.

“Charles wait!” you screamed when you were finally at this place and leaving the car. At first, he kept walking like he didn’t hear you. It was Charles: ignoring the problem rather than facing it. Even if the problem was one of his favorite people in the world.

Since he didn’t want to listen to you, you took the fan you brought to the race and threw it at him. “Eh!” he yelled, finally turning around to face you.

“Good, now you’re listening.” You walked to him with a big smile. You noticed how close he was to just walk away again and avoid the confrontation. But you didn’t give him the time. You grabbed his wrist to make sure he won’t leave. “I dare you…”

“Oh god, can we please st…”

“To kiss me. Charles.”

He didn’t expect that. And you could tell from the way his eyes grew big and his mouth opened without a single word coming out. “That’s where the problem lies, right? You thought I would kiss you there. Then I dare you to kiss me now.”

And he did. Because you had promised to never break a dare. And because he had been dreaming about this moment for so long.

So, Charles broke the small distance between the two of you. He approached his face so close to yours that you could feel the air coming out of his mouth. Your eyes stopped blinking to not miss every single moment of this. How he licked his lips. How his eyes were going down and forth between your eyes and your lips. How he brought his hand to your face.

You closed your eyes only when his lips finally touched yours.

It was a simple kiss. One shared but two teenagers who still had a hard time dealing with their feelings. That couldn’t find the line between game and reality.

It would be lying to tell you both didn’t abuse the kissing dare. It was almost like you couldn’t do it otherwise. It would be wrong.

You did it when you were both jealous of someone else. Especially because when you were both 18, you were playing with fire and flirting with more people than you should. You wanted to see which one would break first. Which would stop the game and say it’s over.

As much as you believed in yourself, you were convinced you would be the one giving in. Charles’ kisses were phenomenal. But they weren’t healing your broken heart. The one that kept breaking each time you were seeing him with someone new.

But Charles was the one who changed the game.

You were lying in his hotel bedroom, after partying during the post-race celebration. You were drunk, you were tired, and you were cuddling like it wasn’t hot outside. But you couldn’t resist Charles’ arms, how no matter where you were it will always bring you home. To a safe place where nothing could happen.

You looked at him, lying shirtless, with his wet and messy hair all around the pillow, his hand caressing your back. He looked like a living dream. Your living dreams. The one you had since you were a child. You brought a finger to his face and started to trace his lips. “Kiss me” he mumbled. You weren’t sure you heard him right. You sat up slightly to look at him right when he turned his head to look at you.

“You didn’t ask properly.” You replied with amusement in your voice.

“I don’t want to ask properly anymore.” He said, bringing his hand from your back to your neck.

Before you knew, your face was just above his. One movement and you kissed. One movement and you admit that it was more than a game for you.

One movement that you did.

That night, you didn’t need to dare him to make love to you either. For once, the game was put apart and forgotten.

And during the first weeks of your new and official relationship, you completely forgot about dare. You were living your love naturally. Without the constant thought of asking each other to do crazy things. Then it came back one day. Out of nowhere. For a stupid dare that didn’t even mean something. Just Charles daring you to go skinny dipping in your pool since you were alone.

But hearing him dare you was like listening to a song you haven’t heard in years. Eating a meal you haven’t been eating in months. Seeing a movie you haven’t seen since childhood.

It felt wrong. It felt weird. Somehow a little relieving too. Like nothing had changed.

And so it’s started again. Childish dares like you used to do. More sensual ones now that you were a couple. Stupider ones because you wanted to play with the limits. And sadder ones when you were arguing.

When it was good, the dares were fun.

When it was bad, the dares were terrible.

“Stop blaming me for your bad performances Charles!”

The Monaco GP was over for hours now. And Charles didn’t win either of the two F2 races. Worse, he couldn’t even finish them. You could understand that he was mad, that he was angry at the team for losing his home race. Here. In front of everyone.

That didn’t mean he had to let it all go on you.

“Then what am I supposed to do, hm?” You hated when he talked like that. Like a pretentious brat who couldn't understand that not everybody agrees with him. Like you were too stupid to understand that he could be angry.

“I don’t know, control your anger? Or at least, not fuming against me.”

“You don’t have to come if you can’t accept my bad moments. Don’t inflict that on me that.”

He wasn’t even looking at you. Drinking a stupid beer on his friend’s balcony, because he didn’t even want to come home and face his parents. Watching the party happening outside like a poor boy that wasn’t invited. It was wrong. He was invited. He didn’t want to celebrate somebody else, selfishly.  

“You’re being mean, Charles.” You sighed, walking to him, hoping you could finally calm him down.

But then he hit. Harder. “You know what?” he asked, not even turning to you like you were important enough. “I dare you to not come to the next race. So, you won’t suffer from my terrible nature.”

He knew you wouldn’t say no. None of you ever said no to a dare. So, you waited a few seconds, expecting him to break it. But that never happened before either. When a dare was said, you had to respect it.

So many things happened in a month. So many things that made Charles regret even daring you this. He should have kept it to himself. Let the anger disappear before saying something so stupid.

He needed you in Baku. He needed you by his side after going through the worst event of his life.

But he dared you not to come.

And you respected it.

You watched your boyfriend doing a perfect race weekend from home. Winning the race for someone that wasn’t there. You should have been there. Hugging him. Kissing him. Telling him how proud you were instead of texting.

It made you realize how bad this situation was. How childish it was.

“This can’t go on.” You told him when he came back.

“What do you mean?” Charles asked without even needing an explanation. He knew.

It was obvious to the both of you that something had changed. That none of you had the heart to play those silly games anymore. But more than that. You both weren’t so sure you knew how to live with each other without them. Your whole relationship had been ruled by dares. Making decisions through them.

“Is this really the life you want for us? Not being able to talk to each other or ask anything without having to put dares between us?”

Selfilishy, you hoped Charles would reassure you. Take the bigger role and make sure you still believe in your relationship.

The truth was he was just as confused and scared as you were. Worse, he felt guilty and knew it was wrong. But he wasn’t sure he was mature enough to stop that.

“I don’t know.” He sighed and you looked at him silently, waiting for more. “I don’t know what I want, I don’t know what we can do. I know nothing ok? Life has been a mess and I know nothing anymore!” You could see in his eyes all the anger and frustration he was keeping for himself.

“I’ve spent most of my life with you. Look what we became.” There was something more in what Charles just said. More than just a fact you already knew.

He spent most of his life playing with you. But now, at 20, was it really the life he wanted? Was it how a sane relationship was supposed to be like? And if you don’t stop it now, how could you know how far you’ll go?

“Charles, I dare you…” you started with a broken voice.

“Wait, no, we can…” he tried to stop you. Because he perfectly knew where this was going. He knew the game. He knew the outcome.

“To stop seeing each other for five years.”

There it was. The ultimate dare. The one you both needed but refused to see. The one you had no other choice to say to finally find a way of getting better. Feeling better.

Being better lovers.

Charles didn’t even try to negotiate or change your mind. Because if you didn’t say it, he would have. For once, he was happy to not be the one taking the rough decision. “Can I get a last kiss?” He asked. No dare. No obligation. Just a request from a broken heart to another one.

And you were glad you accepted it. You kept the feeling of his lips on yours for weeks after that day. It made things a little easier.

At least it did until you started to forget how he tasted. Or how it felt to be in his arms. Or the smell of his perfume. Or how good you used to feel after he made love to you like you were the most important person in the entire world.

Five years was a lot. But you both understood after a while that you clearly need it to grow up and be a better person.

Not seeing him didn’t mean you couldn’t follow his career. You even cheated one day, during the first year, for the Monaco GP. You hide in the crowd to watch him race. A part of you thought that he didn’t win because the universe was waiting for the day you would be together again.

You watched Charles dating other people too. People that weren’t you. People that could touch him and love him like you were supposed to. Like you used to.

That was what made you start a relationship on your own. At first you secretly claimed it was to learn how to be a better girlfriend for Charles. But as the years went on and you noticed he was still with the same girl, you convinced yourself you had the right to be happy with someone else too.

Five years went faster than you thought. When the new year started, your only thought was that you were getting him back. But you couldn’t be sure you would. Maybe Charles loved his new life like it was. Maybe he didn’t even remember the dare or the date you could finally reconcile.

Maybe he didn’t love you anymore.

When Charles received the invitation, he knew it wasn’t a coincidence. As much as it broke his heart to see your name linked with your fiancé, he knew.

Your wedding was happening right on the date the last dare was supposed to end. You were getting married on the day Charles could finally see you again.

Charles didn’t forget about you either. You were always on his mind. When he started a race, he wanted to make sure you would hear about him winning. When he posted pictures with one of his girlfriends, he wanted to make you jealous. When he was alone, he was dreaming about you being by his side. For good.

None of his relationships lasted because he could never love them like he loved you. It wasn’t a surprise that he accepted to come to your wedding alone. Not like he would have brought anyone else, anyway.

“You look…stunning.”

Charles found his way to your dressing room. He waited a little to make sure you were by yourself. He didn’t have the heart to face anybody. Worse, face your fiancé.

But you were alone. Sitting in front of the mirror. Knowing deep well that today would change your life. Either for better or for worse.

When you turned around and saw Charles standing there, you knew the answer.

“You came.” you got up immediately, taking a step toward before stopping. You needed a minute to appreciate it. He was here. The same young adult you left five years ago today was in front of you. Looking more beautiful than ever. Looking more adult, more confident. Exactly like you always imagined Charles to look like in the future.

“You invited me.” He replied. Doing exactly the same thing. Appreciating the view of the woman he loved. Except he had to deal with something more. The sight of you in a wedding dress. Something he always dreamt to see. But for him. Not for any guy. “I would have traveled to the other side of the world to see you today.”

Facing each other, you realized why you decided to get married today. It would be the ultimate proof that your love was big enough to fight for.

“Do you love him?” His arms were crossed against his chest, like he was waiting impatiently for an answer. He looked like a professional negotiator here.

“Charles…”

“I said, do you love him?” The way he looked at you directly in the eyes was like the confirmation you needed. You both grew up. None of you need those stupids games anymore to be honest and say what you need to say or do what you need to do. Charles didn’t have to force you to speak the truth by daring you to do it. You were both honest and adults now.

Adults are still in love with each other.

“I don’t.” You started walking towards him like he was the light at the end of the tunnel. The one you’ve been chasing all these years and that you were finally seeing. You knew you could do no wrong by walking to him. “I love you, Charles.”

One second. It took him one second to grab your face between his hands and give you the passionate kiss you both needed. Again, you could feel the determination on the way he was holding you tight, making sure you wouldn’t leave again. Or the way he was kissing you so deeply almost like he needed to discover you again. Entirely. One of his hands got lost on your perfect styled hair.

Charles was here to destroy the engagement you made. So you could make a new one with him.

“Can I make one last dare?” He was breathless against your mouth. It reminded you of the countless times you let your excitement take the upper hand and have sex in the first intimate place you could find. You didn’t even have the strength to reply, too busy thinking about how bad you wanted his lips on yours again. So you simply nodded at his request.

You saw a smile growing on his face. “I dare you to run away with me.”

Eight words. Eight words that you never even wished to hear.

“You can never say no to a dare.” He told you the night you met.

You didn’t plan on saying no today. At least, not to him.

So you took Charles' hand. Or actually offered him yours.

Making a pact. Accepting a dare for the last time.

“I won’t let you go ever again.” He told you once you were sitting in his Ferrari, ready to ride together and forget about the mess your love created.

“Dare?”

“Dare.”

#charles leclerc #Charles Leclerc x reader #Charles Leclerc imagine #Charles Leclerc story #Charles Leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc angst #F1 #F1 imagine #f1 story #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 fluff #f1 angst #my writing

[nobrashfestivity]

Personal rambling on Robert Johnson (don't feel you have to read this)

Since last night's song was a Robert Johnson song, I feel like mentioning that I always find it stomach churning how his musical legacy was talked about a large part of the music community.

His name was the subject of two complexly fabricated stories designed to cast him in a musical light that was comfortable to white musicians and writers.

The first one was silliness about him selling his soul to the devil so he could play guitar. It was such an incredibly popular myth (they made movies about it) and when I was a kid it seemed harmless enough until I realized it was to fuel the idea that white culture had about black artists. To whites, black musicians could never be scholarly and learned, doing the difficult task of mastering a musical instrument. Even though so many back musicians were highly educated the trope of the "natural black musician" that didn't have to learn it because they were part of a primitive culture and they were born into music, is a destructive stereotype that lives on today. It's adjacent to the racist "Black people have rhythm" stereotype.

Black people invented so much of American music but it's always been criticized until it is popular enough to be coopted by white artists. I'm not suggesting that white artists refrain from playing and adapting any sort of music, only that there's a lineage from "Jazz is not music" to "Rock and Roll is not music" to "Hip-Hop is not music." I wonder what all these kinds of music have in common!

Fewer people know the more recent Johnson myth that started on the internet, that his recordings were sped up and that's how he sang so high and played difficult things so fast. This had no basis in fact, it was an internet rumor. I felt it was also based on an ingrained racist idea about blues. White musicians had decided it sounded more "Authentic slower despite the fact that Johnson was only 25 years old when he recorded his first records and had ever right to sound like the young man he was. I have been over the "evidence" of this speed changing conspiracy and it was no basis in fact for about 10 reasons I wont bore you with. I just feel it's a lingering and unfortunate cultural picture of the blues that it's a bunch of uneducated black people getting drunk and singing that their baby left them. It can be extremely sophisticated and lyrical music.

I am not accusing everyone of being a racist. Many white musicians genuinely adored, shared the music of and credited Johnson for his genius. Keith Richards famously said when he first heard a record of Johnson paying solo he asked "Who's the guy playing with him?"

The thing I find unfortunate is that endless parade of Blues Hammer bands (Terry Zwigoff KNEW) that have systematically dismantled the elegance of the early rural music. The culture makes it hard for anyone to listen to Johnson and not think of some white hat mustached bar band who thinks they are covering Eric Clapton. And it's just a shame that, in a sense, he will remain this cliche of the guy selling his soul to the devil (so he could play hot licks!) instead of the graceful writer and musician he really was.

And to the poets and writers out there who analyze song lyrics, for me Johnson has some tremendously wry and dense allusions.

I recall reading Stephen Calt (I think) saying that in Johnson's song "Dead Shrimp Blues" "Shrimp" was a 19th century French slang term for a sex worker, long outmoded when he used it. I find these coded aspects to the music really interesting.

In the song last night "Come on in my kitchen" which is all at once mournful and salacious, there's one of Johnson's references to Hoodoo culture:

"Oh, she's gone, I know she won't come back I've taken the last nickel out of her nation sack You better come on in my kitchen It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors"

ethnographer and folklorist Tony Kail writes:

During the 1930’s Anglican minister Harry Middleton Hyatt traveled the United States performing interviews with numerous devotees of Hoodoo and African-American spiritualism. During his stay in Memphis Tennessee Hyatt encountered an informant who shared about a curious artifact known as the ‘nations sack’. Other local terms used for the sack included ‘nations bag’ and probably the most used term the ‘nation sack’.

Hyatt’s informant shared that the sack was worn by females typically around their waist. The sack contained money and objects considered to be ‘lucky’. One practitioner shared with Hyatt that some nation sack owners would place parts of a chicken egg inside the bag while others spoke of adding objects such as roots, snuffboxes and silver dimes. One informant shared that some women utilize materials such as a dollar bill covered in their mate’s urine inside of their nation sacks. Some were used in conjunction with a string that could be tied to ‘tie’ up a man’s ‘nature’ or sexual prowess. The magical principal that appeared frequently was that the ingredients in the nation sack could keep a man faithful and a woman protected. Hyatt’s informant he nicknames the ‘Nation Sack Woman’ advises the minister that the bag is off limits to men and should never be touched by a man.

But a favorite Johnson lyric for me is positively psychedelic for 1937 and is from "Love in vain" which perhaps is popularly known from being covered by The Rolling Stones .

"When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind the blue light was my blues, and the red light was my mind."

#personal #robert johnson #Okay I didn't intend to go on like that #this is what happened when i can't sleep

[aziraphales-library]

Heya!

I've read a LOT of GO fics in my time, but I can't remember if I've seen crossovers/AUs of the following movies with Aziraphale/Crowley, can you help please?

So my favourite rom coms of all time are the following, and I'd love GO versions (if they don't exist I may have to write them)!

French Kiss (Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline)

You've Got Mail (Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks)

When Harry Met Sally (Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal)

Runaway Bride (Julia Roberts and Richard Gere)

Never Been Kissed (Drew Barrymore)

I won't bother asking about Pretty Woman because I've read so many versions with either of them in either role lmaooo (and I have loved Every. Single. One.)

Or basically any late 80s/early 90s rom coms with Meg Ryan (except Sleepless in Seattle because I find it incredibly boring) or Julia Roberts!

Thank you so much for everything you do! You've helped me discover so many amazing fics and writers and it is much appreciated!!! 💖💖😇😎

Hello there!

Did you know there is a whole collection from the Good Omens Rom-Com Event that was run a couple years ago? You might find what you're looking for there! (Some of the fics are unfinished so keep that in mind)

We have previously recommended a bunch of You've Got Mail/She Loves Me fics HERE, so check those out.

As for the other ones you've asked about:

French Kiss AU:

A Bit of Crumpet by Fyre [E]

With a handsome, successful fiance and a respectable home in Manhattan, Aziraphale Fell thought his life was more than adequate. He never expected to be jilted in a long-distance telephone call and so he sets out for England to find out exactly what's going on and gets a lot more than he bargained for.

When Harry Met Sally AU:

it had to be you by curtaincall [M]

“What I’m saying,” said Aziraphale, looking fixedly ahead, “and please don’t take this as a personal insult in any way, is that an angel and a demon can’t be friends.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” said Aziraphale, firmly. “It’s against the order of things. You’re supposed to tempt. I’m supposed to thwart. We can’t go being friends.”

*

A canon-divergent AU inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

I don't know of any fics with your two last wishes but there is also:

Notting Hill AU:

Soho by Lurlur [E]

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages.

One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Music and Lyrics AU:

pop! goes my heart by attheborder [E], WIP

When has-been musician Anthony Crowley is recruited by pop singer Anathema Device to write a song for her new record, he jumps on the chance to resuscitate his career with a hit. There's only one problem: he can't write lyrics to save his life.

But a chance meeting with a stranger by the name of Aziraphale, with a poetic streak that's a perfect fit for the song, changes everything for Crowley. Together, they'll create something beautiful, fight the forces of the music industry, and perhaps even find a way back into love...

A Music and Lyrics AU for the GO Rom Com Event, complete with all-new original songs written and recorded by the author!

Kate & Leopold AU:

Until by Nadzieja [T]

“I don’t want to go home.” Half-asleep Aziraphale murmurs into his ear and Crowley's heart clenches. His grip tightens reflexively around the warm soft body in his arms, around the smell of old books and sandalwood.

“Then don’t.” He’s trying not to sound like he's pleading, but his throat is tight and his voice hoarse.

*

Crowley lives his average life, working in a high-end advertising company at London that pays just enough to get him a room in a shared accommodation. That's just his luck that he ends up living with a literal witch. One day she brings home an even more eccentric man that has a taste for 19th century fashion, as if Crowley didn't have enough things to worry about. Little he knows that the man will turn his world upside down. Literally. And that's just the beginning of his problems.

~Mod N

#good omens #ineffable husbands #rom com #human au #canon divergent au #adult omens #mod n

[jadedbirch]

I've decided since I'm already suffering this week, I need to keep on suffering. So I'm now watching this other MASTERPIECE that the Brits have deemed fit to gift us with during the pandemic.

This one boasts what is possibly the most British d'Artagnan I have ever seen? For some reason, it's told entirely in flashback.

Also, we're now pronouncing de Treville's name as.... wait for it ..... de TrevilLAY. That's right, Monsieur de TrevilLAY, who apparently traveled forward in time to serve Louis XIV, who has not yet been born.

The rest of my dying sobs under the cut!

Everything is very Choice! The font is really Celtic/Viking flavored. All the scenes seem to take place indoors because I guess this is very low budget.

Anyways, take a shot each time they say TrevilLAY. Just kidding, you would be dead in the first 5 minutes. Also, every conversation for some reason is much longer than it needs to be. Kept in mind, the entire masterpiece is only 1 hr 25 min long.

For some reason, Milady is a Spanish vixen with a very heavy accent.

Btw, here's the extremely historically accurate M. de TrevilLAY himself:

And these are our Dear Assholes:

Left to right, we have Aramis, Athos, and Porthos. At least these three are authentic assholes, which already makes this (rather long winded and boring) movie more fun for me than the French 2023 version!

Rochefort is here! For some reason he has a pronounced lisp, but I'm happy to see that unlike other adaptations featuring him, he has BOTH EYES in this version. The French 2023 version didn't even HAVE a Rochefort (rude).

d'Artagnan is a glorious idiot in this movie, like, so very dumb, he makes Chris O'Donnell's d'Art look like a genius.

OMG we're almost an hour into the movie and he hasn't even fought the duel with the 3 assholes yet! At this point, it's obvious the duel will never take place because it would have to be OUTSIDE, and, as I've mentioned, all the scenes take place INDOORS. 🤦🏻‍♀️

So the "plot" is that Milady has to seduce d'Art into coming to see Evil Lispy Rochefort so that Rochefort can recruit him to be the Cardinal's Double Agent.

In the meantime, apparently Athos and Porthos both have mistresses 😱😱😱 El Scandalo! TrevilLAY! Also Aramis now owes Porthos a crown because obviously they use British currency in France.

The extras in this movie are truly top notch! They just stand there and GLOWER. Not to spoiler the PLOT, but d'Artagnan is using cabbage as a weapon for purely British reasons.

Milady is TRULY PATHETIC in this version. I have no idea if she even knows Athos. She's basically like a combination of Constance and Milady in this? She's apparently FORCED into working for Evil Rochefort for Reasons, and now she's off on a dangerous mission in England, which we shall never know about because the movie is almost over 👀👀.

By the way, this

is the only fountain in Paris, and also how we're told that we're back in the "present" with Old d'Artagnan, since remember this is all told in flashback. And we must return to the pointless premise of the movie, which is that a young idiot (who looks like Tiny Thor) challenges Old d'Artagnan to a duel to prove himself worthy of being a musketeer.

Anyways, that's all they apparently had time for? It's incredibly pointless and I have no idea why they made this movie, other than maybe someone was really bored during the pandemic.

Lord help me, but I loved this stupid shit, if only because I am going to LOLSOB about M. de TrevilLAY forever and ever.

Grade: D+ as a movie, F- as an adaptation, A++ time stupidly spent

#the fourth musketeer #the three musketeers #I'm suffering #alexandre dumas #is glad he's an ex person

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 32 - Pupuce's Life

Finally, an episode where I won't have to say anything At All.

To extract some value from this ep despite how it is kinda boring, I will overanalyse this room now.

Firstly, Kerubim is so orphancoded. He's so old and sleeping on a bunk bed with no lower bunk.

I like to think that, in the orphanage, Kerubim and Atcham got into bloodied battles where they scratched the shit out of each other over who gets the top bunk, and due to not being hairless Kerubim always won and bullied him into sleeping on the lower one.

I like to think it was one of Atcham's many tragic backstories. Like that's when The Darkness truly began to grow.

I genuinely think it's fucked that Joris, at 7 years old, is sleeping in a cat bed. But also, that's not even one tenth of the most insanely evil things about their household.

They have so many potatos and so much bread... Heaven on earth.

Ever since I mentioned it in one of my earlier posts, I had wanted to elaborate just a bit on some other evidence for my headcanon (or, well, pretty-much-canon?) of Joris being a night owl, and this moment of Joris just blatantly oversleeping is as good time as any to bring it up:

We often see Joris awake at night, or staying up very late without any issues.

Perhaps, it is due to Kerubim himself often staying up late, and also due to, y'know, the child neglect that was probably happening before Simone, that he developed a circadian rhythm that has him being so okie-dokie staying up late.

I won't even point out that there's a random knife on the floor. I am fucking numb to the sheer neglect in this household by now. Kerubim could leave rat poison in Joris's bed and I would be like "oh that silly goofster!"

But I will point out that it seems that Kerubim often leaves Joris alone with Simone, and I will be real — in my heart of hearts I know that this fucker left Joris home alone since he was like four whenever he needed to do something. Or he'd be like "uhhh go across the street and sit at miss Julie's, brb" and be gone for hours. He probably left him home alone over overnight too. You can't tell me I'm wrong.

It would be out of character for him to get someone to actually babysit. Especially with how shit their home was.

"No, little pupuce, don't go into SCP-914!!"

"Oh mon dieu, c'est un scp full of evil clonen !"

Kerubim is insane. All these pictures of his ex, and none of his son. He really is insane.

I think Kerubim still draws, at least in some capacity. No other reason for there to be oil paints in their home.

Though perhaps Kerubim is into the idea of his son getting poisoned by expensive-ass professional-grade paint. Maybe he's just into that.

"ASTRUB CITY" repeated twice. + "Dofus Pets 2" (obviously.)

Also, jellyvision movie theatres are real. And so are traffic lights. Though I didn't bother screenshotting the second thing.

Oh this one is even better than that time we found out that someone at Ankama called a person named Emilie a bad word in this kids cartoon. You'll love this.

I'm sorry french person from 2013, but I've been translating this text with a huge grin on my face. You ARE the interesting find.

This ad is so beautiful. Thank you, Kerubim.

The man might pretend that he doesn't like Pupuces as a species all he wants, but his actions speak louder than his words. He's never beating the love allegations.

They are all so bad at taking photos... Also! This confirms that at least a Single photo of Joris, as well as Simone, is on a wall somewhere in the house. Big day for regaining belief in Kerubim's normalcy.

This says "ANNIV PUPUCE", which finally made me realize, that there are three champagne glasses on the table, one in Joris's hand, as well as some weird looking food with candles in it (probably pupuce's food?).

This changes EVERYTHING. Kerubim is no longer an evil fucking cat/enemy #1 of this blog. Kerubim has been forgiven.

#ep32 #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz

[teddysgrahms]

i love love LOVE headcanons so I’m gonna share some of mine (specifically for my modern au lol)

Todd’s favorite movie is fantastic mr. fox <3

Charlie is the number one Britney Spears fan in the great state of Vermont

Knox is the only one of the group with a license and a car (Todd is scared of driving, Neil’s parents won’t let him get his license until he’s 18, charlie should never be allowed to operate any vehicle ever, Pitts has failed his exam twice now, meeks is blind, and Cameron’s saving up to buy a car) also yes the car was a gift from his dad

Ginny takes French and sprinkles it into her sentences all the time to impress her friends (mostly Chris)

Neil did track and field for the first two years of high school but his dad made him drop it to focus on his grades and soccer </3

Charlie introduced neil to Britney Spears and has converted him into a pop girlie

Neil has a Walkman and loves collecting tapes and putting mixtapes together :)

Meeks is president of the physics club

Knox’s parents are divorced and he lives with his dad

Favorite seasons:

Spring: Pitts, Cameron, Knox

Summer: Charlie, Meeks

Autumn: Neil

Winter: Todd

(The favorite seasons are so controversial between me and my friend because they insist that Todd’s favorite season would be fall because of what happened in winter but I raise you: if that didn’t happen (and before it happened) Todd’s favorite season would be winter because he likes spending time inside bundled up by the fire reading and hanging out with his buddies)

Charlie is a Reese Witherspoon stan

Cameron loves Kelly Clarkson and Katy Perry

Charlie has known he’s bisexual since 6th grade and since then has been unashamedly open about it <3

Mr. Keating is married to his wife and he loves her very much (also he is my bisexual king)

Pitts is ambidextrous because he got bored one summer and taught himself to write with his non dominant hand

Oh also here are their soccer positions:

Goalkeeper: Charlie (of course)

Defenders: Neil (sweeper), Pitts (center back, left back)

Midfielders: Knox (right mid)

Strikers: Todd, Cameron

And then meeks team manager :)

All the boys except Todd have been close friends since freshman year. Neil and Charlie have known each other the longest since they were neighbors growing up and have been besties ever since

Cameron became part of the group by accident when meeks invited the whole 7th grade home room class to his birthday and Cameron was the only one outside the main group to show up

Todd was one of those kids who would watch worms at recess and talk to them very kindly

I am a good big brother Jeff stan and I will never apologize for it. Jeff and Todd are besties. Todd got into soccer because of Jeff and some of his fondest memories are of them playing together when they were younger

Jeff is taking a gap year before he starts his third year of college (at like Yale or something idk he’s an economics major) and he’s been staying at home recently which has made Todd a bit happier about having to change schools so suddenly

Balincrest (Todd’s old school) was a boarding school, but in the modern au Welton is not. Todd is more upset about this than anything but at least he gets to see the family dog Lucy (who is a golden lab because the andersons are basic ass white bitches)

I have more but that’s enough for now lol

#dead poets society #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #knox overstreet #mr keating #john keating #dps #chris noel #ginny danburry

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

hello my hero i am having a rough day, may i request some apprentice!fluff? youre the best and ily❤️❤️

Fluff makes everything better.

"Hey," Jason mumbled, dropping into the chair next to yours.

"Hmm?"

"Do you wanna get out of here for a while?"

You look down at the book. A thick volume of Enochian magic you were supposed to be studying- Busy work, really while Constantine was doing... well. You didn't really want to think about what he was doing. But headquarters were nearly dead, except for the random Bats running around and a few other people milling about. And you were bored. And tired. And not for the first time, incredibly lonely.

At 21, your apprenticeship officially ended and too old and introverted to be much interest to most of the league, it felt like you were in limbo.

"Sure," you sigh, shutting the book and pushing back from the table, stretching a kink out of your neck. "Where are we going?"

"There's a meteor shower," Jason said, shuffling his feet as he stood. "No one else wants to watch it."

"Oh."

You fiddle with the zipper on your jacket, feeling awkward. Last pick was better than not getting picked at all, you guessed. It was better than sitting and waiting on John- it felt like you spent most of your life doing that.

"We don't have to," Jason said quickly, face heating. "We could go see a movie or something I just-" He trailed off and reached for the zipper on your jacket, zipping it up for you gently. "We've been stuck here all day and-" He breaks off before he can say the words 'You look lonely'. He wasn't sure if you were or not- the only time he'd not see you look like that was when you were fighting. Then you were terrifying. "you look like you could use a break."

"I like meteor showers," you murmur, "The Argo Navis is out right now."

"The what?" Jason asked, cocking his head.

"The Argo Navis- a constellation that never caught on. It's got 60 stars and it's massive. A few obscure Alchemists is 1753 tried to use it to locate the Actual golden fleece with is dumb because a French Astronomer made it up the year before and-"

Jason tilted his head and smiled a little, lacing his fingers through yours carefully. "Show me?"

And as caterpillars burst into butterflies in the pit of your stomach all you can do is nod. Not sure if you were too hot or too cold- helpless to do anything but follow him to the staircase.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #apprentice!reader #ask answered #minors dni #doctorsteeb

[imnotavamp1r3]

♡ TMI tag!!! ♡

So the other day I was watching some of Eugenia Cooney's old videos since I used to watch them a lot as a kid. I found some of her tag videos and I guess I thought it'd be fun to do one of those 2015 Youtube tags but on Tumblr. I'm not sure if this is going to be that interesting but yeah. You can watch Eugenia's video here btw.

🎀 What are you wearing?

I'm wearing a Misfits Marilyn Monroe t-shirt, black cargo pants, a skeleton hand bracelet, and Hello Kitty headphones because I'm listening to music right now.

🎀 Have you ever been in love?

I've had crushes but I doubt I've ever been in love

🎀 Have you ever had a terrible break up?

No

🎀 How tall are you?

168 cm or 5'6

🎀 How much do you weigh?

Last time I got weighed I think it said something like 105 lbs

🎀 Do you have any tattoos?

No

🎀 Do you have any piercings?

No and I don't even have my ears pierced

🎀 What's your OTP?

Buffy x Angel

🎀 What's your favourite show?

Gravity Falls

🎀 What are your favourite bands?

I love so many but The Pretty Reckless, Paramore, Tally Hall, Pierce The Veil, and Sleeping With Sirens are probably my top five.

🎀 What's something you miss?

Nigahiga

🎀 What's your favourite song?

I don't think I really have a favourite song but my top song on Spotify every year is always Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless so I guess that's my favourite.

🎀 How old are you?

16

🎀 What's your zodiac sign?

I'm a Gemini but I don't really know what that means other than that I'm apparently evil.

🎀 What do you look for in a partner?

I don't know

🎀 What's your favourite quote?

'I'm just a girl'

🎀 Who's your favourite actor?

Anya Taylor-Joy, she's so gorgeous and smart and she always chooses great projects (except for that one time when she was in the Play Mobil movie). She's probably my favourite scream queen too.

🎀 What's your favourite colour?

Probably really obvious but pink

🎀 Loud or soft music?

Loud

🎀 Where do you go when you're sad?

Notes app

🎀 How long does it take you to shower?

When I'm not crying, less than ten minutes

🎀 How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

Usually about 10-20 minutes

🎀 Have you ever been in a physical fight?

I have a brother so yeah

🎀 What's a turn on for you?

Guys with long hair, mainly because of Kellin Quinn

🎀 What's a turn off for you?

Guys calling girls 'females'

🎀 Why did you join Tumblr?

I was bored

🎀 What are you afraid of?

Looking dumb and doing badly in school

🎀 What was the last thing that made you cry?

Probably my mom arguing with me the last time we had lunch together.

🎀 When was the last time you said you loved someone?

I think it was to one of my friends but I'm not sure

🎀 What is the meaning behind your username?

It came from the Falling In Reverse song I'm Not a Vampire. There's not really a reason why I chose that song specifically, I just really like vampires. Originally my username was just going to be imnotavampire with no numbers, but that was taken so I added a 13 into vampire.

🎀 What was the last book you read?

Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh. I might write a whole post about it because I really enjoyed it.

🎀 What book are you currently reading?

Cleopatra and Frankenstein by Coco Mellors

🎀 What is the relationship between you and the last person you texted?

She's my mom

🎀 What is your favourite food?

Probably apples because they're the thing I eat the most

🎀 What is a place you want to visit?

I would really love to visit the Palace of Versailles. It looks so beautiful and I'm so jealous of all of the French queens who got to live there.

🎀 Where is the last place you were?

Panera Bread parking lot

🎀 Do you have a crush?

Yes, on thirty year old emo men

🎀 When was the last time you kissed someone?

I've never kissed anyone

🎀 When was the last time you were insulted?

The aforementioned lunch with my mom

🎀 What is your favourite flavour of sweets?

Strawberry. I'm so addicted to strawberry flavoured things that someone could tell me their vomit is strawberry flavoured and I'd probably try it.

🎀 What instruments do you play?

I play guitar

🎀 What is your favourite piece of jewellery?

Probably the skeleton bracelet I mentioned before because I wear it the most and my mom hates it.

🎀 What was the last sport you played?

If taking ballet as an elective in middle school counts then ballet

🎀 What is the last song you sang?

I sing a lot so I'm not really sure. Probably Bubblegum Bitch by Marina because I sing it all the time.

🎀 What is your favourite pick up line?

It's a toss up between 'Dang, girl, are you a construction worker? Because you are BUILDING,' and 'I want your bull in my Bronx.'

🎀 Have you ever used it?

No but I will

🎀 When was the last time you hung out with someone?

I have no idea. Really all I do is just rot in my room.

🎀 Who should answer these questions next?

Anyone else who also wants to overshare on the Internet

That's it, byeeeee!! ˚｡⋆୨୧˚♡

#emo #scenemo #scene #kawaii #cutegore #girlblogging #hell is a teenage girl #rawring 20s #rawr xd #cutecore #scene girl #scene queen #scenecore #scemo #pretty when i cry

[psalm22-6]

Filming of the barricades sequence for Les Misérables (1917) and the 71st New York Infantry Regiment

The Fox Studio's production of Les Miserables staring William Farnum premiered in December 1917. They must have filmed things very quickly in those days because in October 1917 they were still filming the barricades sequence! October 20th The Exhibitor's Herald (a trade magazine of the film industry) reported:

In order to secure men with military training to represent the French guard in the filming of the Willian Fox spectacle, "Les Miserables," at Fort Lee, NJ recently, a battalion of soldiers from the 71st regiment, encamped at Van Cortlandt Park, New York, was borrowed for the occasion. While most of the 71st regiment men were in French uniforms, others which did not necessitate their appearance before the camera were detailed to other work, and during a lull in picture taking these men in khaki conceived the happy idea of having their pictures taken in the "Paris" street, where they expected shortly to be seen in reality. Cameras were produced and snapshots taken of the soldiers sitting at Parisian cafe tables, under awnings and before signs in French.

Remember the bolded part for later. Here is an image of the insurgents defending the barricade:

And here's an image of the barricade overrun by National Guardsmen, published in January 1918 in Photoplay Magazine:

On the left is the Corinthe cafe. Lots of promotion for this movie focused on the accuracy of this set, especially the cobblestone streets. For example, the October 1917 edition of the Motion Picture News said this:

One frenzied guest [a reporter visiting the set] exclaimed, "So this is Paris!" as he stubbed a toe on a protruding cobblestone of the Rue de Something or Something Else, a street the pavement of which bore a close resemblance to the surfaces of Broadway and Seventh avenue in their present state of construction. [. . .] There were a number of cafes with tables out in front. Seated around them were all the gentry of the Paris, but they never drank the brownish stuff in their glasses. We asked one fellow why, and his reply was "ginger ale."

The December issue of The Moving Picture World, reported that "Nine city blocks were built at a cost of $50,000, and so perfectly was it all reproduced that French military officers visiting New York have insisted that it was not a reproduction at all but Paris itself" and that there were 1,000 extras in the role of the people of Paris, in addition to the soldiers.

Groups of uniformed soldiers rode here and there, stunning figures in their Guard uniforms of red and blue and white, and while to them it was mimic and in a measure miniature warfare, it also was in the nature of rehearsal for sterner tasks. 

And here are all the extras from the 71st regiment, with Willian Farnum in the middle:

After the Sammies had garbed themselves in the fashion of National Guardsmen of old France, it may have been "Les Miserables" they were playing in, but there was nothing miserable about the way they flung themselves about the fight on the barricade in the streets of this transplanted Paris.

The caption from Photoplay magazine also tells us that the 71st were heading to France via Fort Wadsworth South Carolina and that they took this job to make some tobacco money. Here's a photo of a member of the 71st leaving for Fort Wadsworth:

The October 1917 edition of the Motography (which stated that the film depicted the July Revolution) said that the regiment had gone to Fort Wadsworth and added this additional information about filming:

They worked from nine o'clock one morning until two p.m. the following day. Just a half hour before quitting time came the climax. Right over the top of a twelve-foot barricade they went as hard as and as fast as they could go. While, of course, the whole affair was mimic warfare and the soldiers were not for the moment clad in the khaki of their country, that battalion from the 71st went other the top as though the Boche were on the other side and they were determined to "get" him. After the cameras had ceased to grind, the men were drawn up and Captain Schroeder of Company A, of the 71st, made a speech. He thanked Mr. Lloyd [the movie's director] and Mr. Farnum in behalf of his men for the royal treatment they had received and especially for affording them the opportunity of going over the top.

"Over the top" is in reference to the trench warfare of WWI. But remember how in the first article it was mentioned that soldiers took photos on set? Well that led to this article in The Laurens Advertiser, 4 September 1918:

Government Officials have at last traced down the origin of the sensational reports that the famous Seventy-first Regiment of New York had been sent "Over There" last August, when as a matter of fact it was still in the United States. The rumor was a most persistent one and many newspapers and magazines actually printed pictures of members of this regiment taken in Paris. It all happened in this way: William Fox, the motion picture producer, was engaged in making a photodrama of Victor Hugo's greatest work, Les Miserables, with William Farnum playing the part of the immortal "Jean Valjean." A section of Victor Hugo's Paris was built "somewhere in New Jersey," and to show the troops fighting in the streets of Paris against the revolutionists, a battalion or two of the Seventy-first regiment was used. While the soldiers were waiting to make the scenes in which they appeared, someone produced kodaks and began making snap-shots of each other. The soldiers were "over there" in New Jersey several days and many pictures were taken with the streets of Paris as the background. The members of the Seventy-first quickly realized the foreign look and sent copies to friends and sweethearts. The sweethearts and friends sent these to magazines and newspapers as proof positive that the Seventy-first was actually in Paris and in this way the rumor started. A magnificent picturization of Les Miserables, produced by William Fox with William Farnum playing the part of the immortal Jean Valjean will be shown at the Opera House Thursday September 5th. Les Miserables comes direct from the eight weeks run at the Lyric Theatre, New York City.

So is it true? Or is that article just an advertisement for the showing for the film? Only semi-related but here is an advertisement for a Kodak camera printed in a movie magazine and featuring soldiers writing home:

I would love to find one of those photographs of the soldiers on set (since it says that they were sent to newspapers and magazines) or even to find an example of an erroneous report of the 71st being sent abroad. I haven't had much luck so far but maybe I will come back to it later or if I put this out there maybe someone else will find something.

#les miserables #lm 1917 #speculation and mysteries #I'm cleaning out my drafts today

[notebookqueenofnarnia]

Totes ma goats imagine the Pevensie kids as the royal family. Not the head-cannon where they rule, but just the four of them being princes and princess of England or some (nonexistent) random European country. Like Peter being so like Prince William of a country and trying so hard not to screw up; Susan being so gracious and graceful and ladylike never a hair out of place. And since their parents are so busy like running a country, they try to raise their little siblings and Peter trying to make Edmund like him and Susan always fixing their appearances and manners.

(Also explains names like Edmund, but I also wanna an explanation for titles. Can they all be HRH not just Dukes and stuff) (what if their parents change the rules so that they all rule together to take the stress off and make them all equal. This is a total game changer you know. Forces think it makes them week but they are powerful as the the kings and queens)

Like also imagine them at all those public appearances. And Ed trying to get to movie premieres and trying to use his title to get on a Doctor Who episode. Peter telling him to stop using his power and influence. Think of all the things the royals do: behind the scenes at zoos, sailing fun races, hula dancing, traditions and cultures around the place, the Olympics (maybe Susan the swimmer even competes), parties. And Ed and Lucy at those boring events with old people just like reeking havoc when they were young and just judging everyone now. "Hey, Lu." "What?" "Did you see Lady Smallwood's hat? I think they forgot to take the feathers off of the bird." And then Susan yelling at them to behave while she charms everyone. (Also Susan with suitors and her and her brothers having no patience with the stuck up sons of Lords and rich peoples and things (and Caspian being one) but also using them to get money to charities.) (and Susan wanting to marry someone of and with purpose and with heart)

And everyone feels pressure in relationships, especially Peter who sees the hard marriage of their parents-who almost are ready for divorce. Peter has to find a queen for Petes sake (lololol a great pun), Susan wants what she wants(like maybe even Prince Charming day dream or that could be Lucy), and Ed doesn't even imagine marriage because he isn't Prince Charming and they expect him to be.

But also they all used to get up to trouble and mischief all four of them together, even sometimes now. Imagine craziness while visiting the White House, like super feminist

Susan meeting Trump but it ends up being Edmund and Peter who like loose their shit at him.

And all the social media (give me vlogger Princess Lucy) and activism and protecting each other from paparazzi and from rumor and scandals and stuff

Does Peter join the army to be a "normal guy" does it work?

They each ending learning different languages fluently (except Peter poor guy is terrible with languages) but so Susan can handle the German embassy, Lucy has any Spanish speaking country, and Edmund deals with the French and Italians

And scandals and pretend scandals and Ed just trying to run away from all of it (does he have a giant scandal?! Like is his father really the king? Or maybe drugs/drinking?) (OR he like gives away family gossip or something when he's young for sweeties- like betraying family and it's a big scandal, maybe even makes international relations bad, (or breaks up parents marriage) so after lots of angsty time he and his family finally forgive and he spends years trying to forgive himself and make it up by becoming the grave, serious, grumpy pants, with a beautiful soul) because who would notice third in line for the thrown at some massive university in the states. And Lu eventually follows him.

But just always living in the shadow of their siblings who live under the influence of the crown.

And they all just wanna be free

Want normal lives

And Aslan the Advisor finds ancient bylaws or old tradition or whatever where the four of them can rule over Narnia. And it takes the pressure off of Peter and they are all so badass together and they kill it even thought they are super young and are running a country. The white queen could totally be the kings sister and she is the reason he dies. (And the oldest of each of their children will fill their shoes when they die.)

[asukaskerian]

Fifteen Questions for Fifteen Friends

Tagged by @edenfalling

are you named after anyone? nope, my name is all fresh and just for me. i mean, it's not unique or anything. alas alas, my middle brother's first name, while so mundane on its own that he always had 2 or more kids with the same name in his class growing up, combines with mine to make up the name of a well known french singer. NO we were not named after him. NOPE. you kids can stop snickering now.

little bro has a much cooler name. we are not jealous, for the record.

when was the last time you cried? yesterday. svsss-based angst is always immaculate and torturous.

do you have kids? no and i never will. don't want any AND i would be really bad at it. also tbh i'm 41 now so... yeah nah XD

what sports do you play/have played? parents tried to make me do volleyball as a kid but i kept hiding in the equipment room so they gave up. nowadays i go to the gym to torture myself on the machines but that's because my back will lock up forever if i don't entertain it. i have vague dreams of one day being a proper dwarf lady... hm.

do you use sarcasm? so much that i have to consciously stop myself. when i was in my twenties i got into the habit of being super cutting and mocking because it made me feel smarter and protected, but all it really did was make me mean.

what is the first thing you notice about people? whether their clothes cut and color flatter them. which is weird cause i don't give a shit what i'm wearing. i think it's all the observation on shapes and stuff i did in order to draw good, back when i still drew, plus a healthy heaping of "if i were fashionable enough to look like i belong people would not notice i don't". welp.

what's your eye colour? blue!

scary movies or happy endings? happy endings ;_; i don't like jumpscares either. nehhhhh.

any talents? writing, drawing. sense of observation and critical sense, i guess? kindness is not a talent so much as something to deliberately work on.

where were you born? lyon, france!

what are your hobbies? writing, reading fanfic by the metric fuckton. /boring :p

do you have any pets? not anymore. we used to have dogs and i had rabbits at one point but now we have wooden floors and my parents are too old and i'm too out of shape to run after a german shepherd and we don't like anything smaller XD;

how tall are you? ... officially 1m50 because i looked sad at the agent making my first national ID card but probably 48. ... which is. uh. 4 feet 10 inches? T^T

favourite subject in school? eh... literature? Honestly i barely listened in class, i spent all my time drawing.

dream job? i do not dream of jobs. rich heiress sounds cool and so does benevolent hermity benefactress. i do want to sell my books if i ever manage to finish one but i don't want it to be a job. it's already hard enough.

i tag... HMMMMMM.

@adiduck @fattyskeleton @loving-that-officey-feel @manyblinkinglights @rollerskatinglizard @codedredalert @elanorpam and whoever else wants to play.

#real life #silliness

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

13 / 03 / 2024

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU

Tonight I've seen two movies, dark comedies

One is an Italian movie which talks about a woman beaten by her husband, the second is a French dark comedy about different characters who wins a lot of money but nightmares happens to them

That made me realize two things i already knew : i would never love someone who beats me. Which means i want domination and humiliation, doing chores, eating gas, spit.... But if this person slaps me for no reason and torture me, I'll leave him, finding someone who really loves me

And also, i don't want someone rich for his wealth. If he is rich, great, but i will never have a part in his business to avoid problems, i don't want to be loved for my wealth, and i don't want money to destroy my life

They are some of my principles

I used to be romantic and naive, then I discovered how evil people can be. I did mistakes, hurted myself.

All i know is that i write and publish stories which expresses my desires or dreams. I've had sex with very different men : poor, rich, beautiful, ugly, young, old, skinny, muscled, obese, White, Indian, Latino, Black, Arabian, hairy, hairless, bi, straight, gay, married, single, divorced, shy, violent, romantic, weird, boring, fascinating, fathers...

But I've never been in love and it's my biggest dream to be loved and in love, i could be with someone poor but kind, rather than rich and evil. All i want is someone to trust and who won't abused me because i am weak. Yes, i can't defend myself : you can see everything about the power of words, if someone slaps you and you can't fight back, he won. That's why including love in my stories is important, even in the darkest.

I may be submissive, i won't be a carpet, being destroyed from inside

I hope this small messaged helped you to know me better

@leftprogrammingroadtripdean @tidodore2 @rainykpoptravelcreator @innerpiratefun @lovefanfiction01 @gayhopefullove

#Post personnel #Personal post #I have something to tell you #J'ai quelque chose à vous dire #Pink

[anastasiamontgomeryhq]

" Oh, I'm sorry, sorry that you love me (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Change my mind up like it's origami "

leaving   lipstick   stains   on   collars,   popping   champagne   over   conversations   in  foreign   languages,   and   early   sunday   mornings   sneaking   out   of   stranger’s   beds   to   get   to   get   barre   class ...

►GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Anastasia Victorie Montgomery NICKNAME(S): Ana, Stassie LABEL: The Intangible Concept AGE: 25 DATE OF BIRTH: July 10, 1998 ZODIAC: Cancer Sun, Virgo Rising, Leo Moon GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female; She/Her HERITAGE: English, Russian SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English, French, Russian OCCUPATION: Olympic Figure Skater / Professional Dancer SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Bisexual; Biromantic { female preference }

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Jessica Alexander HEIGHT: 5'6" WEIGHT: 121 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Right HAIR COLOR: Strawberry Blonde EYE COLOR: Blue SCARS: None. TATTOOS: None.

►PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adroit, Romantic, Loyal, Brave, Compassionate, Passionate, Ambitious, Benevolent, Athletic. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Enigmatic, Guarded, Sensitive, Stubborn, Easily Bored, Perfectionistic, Detached. LIKES: Cafes, the sound of records playing, the smell of a new book and the smell of rain, astronomy, nature, cable-knit sweaters, the city lights, messy buns, old drive-ins, traveling, art museums, Shakespeare, Van Gogh, deep conversations, road trips, poetry, midnight runs. DISLIKES: Being told what to do, being the first to show up, being the last to show up, not being taken seriously, someone underestimating her, the cold, feeling rushed, the sensation of being crowded, being called ‘selfish’ or 'ungrateful', restriction of freedom, close-minded people, being talked over, people who sell out, those without passion.

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: Atychiphobia DISORDERS: OCD ALLERGIES: Seasonal (Pollen)

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, NY CCURRENT RESIDENCE: Merrock, ME EDUCATION LEVEL: BA in Mass Communications FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: -Aurelia Montgomery - 54, Mother -Victor Montgomery - 50, Father

►FAVORITES

FOOD: Chocolate-covered strawberries DRINK: London Fog MOVIE: Black Swan / Marie Antoinette TV SHOW: The L Word, Sex Lives of College Girls, Bridgerton ARTIST/BAND: Tate McRae, The 1975, FLETCHER, Renee Rapp SONG: exes - Tate McRae

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: ENFP ENNEAGRAM: The Pathfinder (7w6) TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good SIN: Pride VIRTUE: Diligence ELEMENT: Fire CHARACTER PLAYLIST

"I'm a wild ride that never stops. I'm a hard case they can't unlock."

► BIOGRAPHY

TW; family dysfunction

When Anastasia was born, her name was given as a path of life. Her mother having had been one of the most famous ballerinas for the Russian Ballet, it only made sense to give her daughter the name of one of the most sought-after roles for dancers. At the time, her parents had no idea just how big of a force she was going to be in the ballet realm. As others took steps, Anastasia took leaps. She was quickly the favorite in every studio she walked into, and she also managed to be the top of her class in academics as well. Even when making the switch from a public school to a prestigious performing arts school when she was in middle school, Anastasia never faltered in the changes in her life. From Clara in The Nutcracker, to Odette and Odile in Swan Lake, her talent well proceeded her and her mother gracefully handed on the baton of the ballet legacy when she retired. Though, Anastasia loved ballet; the discipline and well as the freedom, she also began to struggle when her mother retired. It was then, that she wasn't dancing for herself anymore, but living a life her mother could live vicariously through. At least she still had figure skating. Figure skating was something that was fully Anastasia's. Even when she was first competing, she loved the adrenaline rush that came from being on the ice. After the induction into the NYC Ballet, after touring headlining shows and juggling a social life and her figure skating, Anastasia told her mother that she wanted to pursue a higher education in mass communications. She received a full-ride scholarship (though she didn't need it) for an accelerated program in journalism and mass communications because of her GPA and outstanding SAT scores to NYU. Her father was the one who wouldn't let her pass it up. Suddenly, Anastasia's name is plastered all over the papers when her competition broke their ankle. Now having to compete in a placement that was given to her on a technicality, Anastasia is battling the negative headlines whilst trying to clean her family name. Ana is currently residing in Merrock as her family's beach house to try to get some of the pressure from the press off of her.

► DEEP DIVE

Anastasia is a force to be reckoned with; She's not afraid to speak her mind, and competition runs in her veins. If she wants something, she goes and gets it, and may no one get stuck in her path. Though she can be intense in these ways, she also has a warmth to her that draws people in. Elegant, soft, and almost whimsical - Anastasia can never truly fit in anywhere. If anything, she sticks out like a sore thumb. This aspect about her either makes her well-loved or disliked (some may write her off as pretentious or snobby), depending on the person. She loves art history due to her father being an art historian and growing up listening to all sorts of foreign fairytales and mythology. She's a hopeless romantic, but tends to self sabotage relationships. She enjoys dancing in the rain and making life cinematic at any and every opportunity. She's genuinely kind, and at the end of the day she'll make anyone laugh without knowing she's being funny. She's just drawn as a villian but has such a soft girl vibe.She's just guarded to a default due to coming from old money on her father's side and experiencing people trying to use her/them to get to the fortune.

#merrockintro