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persephonaae · 1 year
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Very excited to announce todays new in bloom are the fairy lanterns!!!!! (Also known as white globe lilies) Much later than last year because of all the rains, but they are finally blooming after I’ve kept a close watch on the stems that have been popping up for weeks now
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icedsodapop · 3 months
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White feminism is when there are a gazillion gifs made of Taylor Swift attending the Golden Globes 2k24 for doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing but none for Lily Gladstone the first Indigenous American woman to win a fucking Golden Globe. Go girl, give us nothing 😘✌🏼
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cult52 · 3 months
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my favs at the golden globes
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blackandwhite-story · 3 months
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rogue205 · 1 month
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Oscar Whine #2:
Lily Gladstone got snubbed by the Academy. She “made history” at the Globes, got the SAG and got the BAFTA. But of course the Academy is gonna give the Oscar to the pretty white girl with the famous mother out of nowhere instead.
Thank you to the Academy for proving their predictability once again.
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‘Bigger than the Oscars’: Blackfeet Nation honors Lily Gladstone with stand-up headdress
BROWNING — Wearing a white sequin shawl and matching ribbon skirt, esteemed actress Lily Gladstone kneeled on the floor of the new arbor on the Blackfeet Reservation as tribal elders placed a stand-up headdress atop her head. 
Thousands of people who traveled across the country — and from Canada — to honor Gladstone watched in silence. 
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Gladstone stood and embraced tribal leaders. Then, with one hand over her heart and the other holding onto Charlene Plume, the elder who made her headdress, Gladstone danced in a circle around the arbor. Members of the Women’s Stand-Up Headdress Society, tribal leaders, dignitaries, students, teachers and children followed behind.
The sound of drums boomed, and the crowd erupted. 
Gladstone, who grew up in Browning and East Glacier, recently rose to worldwide fame after starring in Martin Scorsese’s “Killers of the Flower Moon” alongside Robert De Niro and Leonardo DiCaprio. 
She made history, becoming the first Indigenous person to win a Golden Globe award for best actress and the first to be nominated for best actress at the Oscars. 
At Tuesday’s event — which included a grand entry, flag song, prayer, speeches from dignitaries, honor song and round dance — leaders thanked Gladstone for representing the Blackfeet Nation on the world stage and for being a role model for young people.
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“Because of you, rez kids on every reservation here and in Canada can chase their dreams,” Councilman Everett Armstrong said at the event. “Students, take a look at this accomplishment — it’s possible.”
Councilman Robert DesRosier delighted in the fact that Gladstone “is just like us.”
“She’s us,” he told the crowd before turning to Gladstone. “Lily, welcome home.”
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More than 50 members of the Women’s Stand-Up Headdress Society — a group of contemporary Blackfoot women in the U.S. and Canada who own such headdresses — traveled to Browning to celebrate Gladstone. Theda New Breast, a member of the society, said Tuesday marked the largest gathering of stand-up headdress members to date. (BEN ALLAN SMITH, Missoulian)
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alinahdee · 3 months
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Reblog to make a Swiftie big mad
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"Lily Gladstone literally made history at the Golden Globes for being the first Indigenous woman to win Best Actress and ya'll had to make it all about some bratty white girl who didn't laugh at a joke about her that honestly wasn't NEARLY as bad as you're making it out to be."
The unfunny host of the Golden Globes said something about how the difference between the Golden Globes and the NFL is that we'll see less of Taylor Swift and she got salty about it and the internet was all "HE WAS BEING SEXIST TO HER" please shut up
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emotionalcadaver · 3 months
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Golden Globe Winners
For those curious. I'll be updating it as we go!
Film Supporting Actress — Da’Vine Joy Randolph, The Holdovers
Film Supporting Actor — Robert Downey Jr, Oppenheimer
TV Limited/Movie Actress — Ali Wong, BEEF
TV Limited/Movie Actor — Steven Yeun, BEEF
TV Supporting Actress — Elizabeth Debicki, The Crown
TV Supporting Actor — Matthew MacFadyen, Succession
Film Screenplay — Justine Triet, Arthur Harari, Anatomy of a Fall
TV Comedy Actor — Jeremy Allen White, The Bear
TV Stand-Up Performer — Ricky Gervais, Armageddon
Film Non-English Feature — Anatomy of a Fall
TV Comedy Actress — Ayo Edebiri, The Bear
TV Drama Actor — Kieran Culkin, Succession
Film Animated Feature — The Boy and the Heron
Film Director — Christopher Nolan, Oppenheimer
Film Comedy Actress — Emma Stone, Poor Things
Film Drama Actor — Cillian Murphy, Oppenheimer
Film Score — Ludwig Görransson, Oppenheimer
Film Song — “What Was I Made For”, Barbie
Cinematic Box Office Achievement — Barbie
TV Limited Series or TV Movie — BEEF
TV Comedy Series — The Bear
TV Drama Actress — Sarah Snook, Succession
TV Drama Series — Succession
Film Comedy Actor — Paul Giamatti, The Holdovers
Film Comedy or Musical — Poor Things
Film Drama Actress — Lily Gladstone, Killers of the Flower Moon
Film Drama — Oppenheimer
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ericdeggans · 1 month
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Why hoping Lily Gladstone won an Oscar does not equal valuing race over talent.
Social media is never a great place to have discussions about race and culture. The real issues at hand are way too nuanced and detailed for outrage factories like X/Twitter and Instagram to handle.
Still, I was disappointed to see so many people – perhaps willfully – missing the point online when discussion rose after the Oscars about Lily Gladstone failing to win best actress honors.
No doubt, a win for Gladstone – who would have been the first Native American woman to earn a major acting Oscar – also would have felt like a serious triumph for champions touting the power of diversity in film.
Feeling the love big time today, especially from Indian Country. Kittō”kuniikaakomimmō”po’waw - seriously, I love you all ❤️ (Better believe when I was leaving the Dolby Theater and walked passed the big Oscar statue I gave that golden booty a little Coup tap - Count: one 😉)
— Lily Gladstone (@lily_gladstone) March 12, 2024
Those of us who clock these things regularly knew that Emma Stone’s turn in Poor Things was most likely to spoil that scenario. Stone offered a showy-yet-accomplished performance as a singular character in an ambitious, creatively weird production. A much-loved past winner delivering a career-best effort, she was just the kind of nominee that Oscar loves to reward. And, as Vulture pointed out, modern Oscar voters seem to enjoy turning against expectations in big moments like this.
But when I expressed those feelings online – that Stone was marvelous and more than earned the award, but the Oscar academy really missed a chance to make history by overlooking Gladstone’s more subtle, quietly powerful turn in a better movie – the knives came out.
The gist of most negative reactions was the implication that I and others lamenting her loss were insisting that ethnicity should trump talent. As if the only or most important reason that an indigenous woman could be nominated for such a lofty award, is by people trying to bring social justice to the Oscars. (I guess Gladstone’s wins as best actress at the Golden Globes and Screen Actors Guild awards, among others, were also nods to diversity?)
As if it couldn’t be possible that perhaps -- just perhaps -- some racial cultural preferences were mixed up in Oscar voters’ attraction to the story of a beautiful, young white woman who has loads of sex while learning to define herself in a male dominated world.
What really disappointed me, however, was reading an analysis which reached all the way back to the 2017 Oscars to imply that one reason Barry Jenkins’ masterpiece Moonlight won best picture honors over La La Land was the pressure to bring social justice to the Oscars.
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Talk about missing the point by a mile. What I’m driving at, when I advocate for contenders like Gladstone, Barry Jenkins and Jeffrey Wright, isn’t a finger on the scale to make up for past exclusion.
It’s a plea for Oscar voters to see these performances the way I and so many other people actually see them.
I still remember watching last year’s version of The Color Purple in a screening alongside lots of folks from Black fraternity and sorority organizations. And when the moment arrived where Danielle Brooks’ character intoned about her husband, “I loves Harpo — God knows I do — but I’ll kill him dead before I let him or anybody beat me,” it felt like the whole theater said those words with her. That’s how iconic those lines -- first spoken on film by Oprah Winfrey in the 1985 production – have become for Black America.
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That same feeling came after I first saw Cord Jefferson’s brilliant American Fiction, centered on a frustrated, floundering Black writer who creates a stereotypical parody of a Black novel as a dark joke, only to see it become a best seller. I felt as if Jefferson had pulled the same bait-and-switch with his movie that his lead character managed onscreen – using the outrageous premise to draw us all into a more subtle and deliberately powerful story of a Black man struggling to connect with his family after huge losses.
I needed three attempts to get through watching all of Gladstone’s work in Killers of the Flower Moon. Not because the movie was so long I had to “get my mail forwarded to the theater,” like Oscars host Jimmy Kimmel joked. But because it was so hard for me to watch a film centered on the historic exploitation and murder of Native American people by white men.
It sounds like a simple idea, but it’s worth repeating: evocative moments in films will speak differently to different people.
Sometimes, when I’m pushing for a win in an awards category, or championing a particular project, it’s not because I’m putting a finger on the scale for the sake of equality. It’s because I’m more invested in that story than some others because of who I am. And I’m challenging some people, who might not see their cultural preferences as preferences, to consider exactly why they love one thing over another.
In many ways, it is sad to see great artists pitted against each other in these contests. Comparing the delightful, dangerous absurdity of Poor Things to the gritty, punishing tone in Killers of the Flower Moon feels like a fool’s errand, anyway.
But with so much that comes from an Oscar win – including proof that inclusion brings success, accolades and a great argument for more equity – it is important to understand why some people value some performances.
And part of living in a diverse society means valuing the wide range of opinions and reactions, not shrugging off those that don’t fit your worldview.
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denimbex1986 · 29 days
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'On a recent winter day in New York when the sun was shining, Andrew Scott rushed into a coffee shop between recording sessions for an upcoming series.
“I’m scheduled tighter than a teenage pop star,” he said, beaming.
The interview had been postponed once, and the location was switched at the last minute to save Scott some time in traffic. But he sat down fully engaged and eager to start talking. Immediately, though, a passerby tapped on the storefront glass and asked for a photo. Scott, without a grumble, sprinted out to oblige, even though the gesture seemed more like a command (“You’re under arrest,” joked Scott) than a polite request.
Scott, the 47-year-old Irish actor, is in demand like never before. That’s partly due to accrued good will. A regular presence on stage in the West End, Scott is known to many as the “Hot Priest” of “Fleabag” or the cunning Moriarty of “Sherlock.” Soon, he’ll play Tom Ripley in the Netflix series “Ripley,” adapted from the Patricia Highsmith novel.
But the real reason Scott’s time is short right now is Andrew Haigh’s new film, “All of Us Strangers.” In it, Scott plays a screenwriter working on a script about his childhood. The film is gently poised in a metaphysical realm; when Adam (Scott) returns to his childhood home, he finds his parents (Claire Foy, Jamie Bell) as they were before they died many years earlier.
At the same time, the movie, loosely adapted from Taichi Yamada’s 1987 book “Strangers,” balances a budding romance with a neighbor ( Paul Mescal ), a relationship that unfolds with profound reverberations of family, intimacy and queer life. In a dreamy, longing ghost story, Scott is its aching, shimmering soul.
“The challenge of it was to try to go to that place but not gild the lily too much,” Scott says. “As an actor, I have to be in touch with that playful side of myself and that part of you that’s childish. I was actually quite struck by how vulnerable I looked in the film.”
Scott’s acutely tender performance has made him a contender for the Academy Awards. He was named best actor by the National Society of Film Critics. At the Golden Globes on Sunday (Scott wore a white tux and t-shirt), he was nominated for best actor in a drama.
Scott has long admired actors like Anthony Hopkins, Judi Dench and Meryl Streep — performers with a sense of humor who, he says, “are able to understand what you feel and what you present.” Scott, too, is often funny on screen (see Lena Dunham’s medieval romp “Catherine Called Birdy” ). And even in quiet moments, he seems to be buzzing inside at some discreet frequency. Something is always going on under the surface.
He’s been acting since he was young; drama classes were initially a way to get over shyness. Scott’s first film role came at age 17. He has often spoken about seeking to maintain a childlike perspective in acting. In that way, “All of Us Strangers” is particularly fitting. On Adam’s trips home, he sort of morphs back into the child he was. In one scene, he wears his old pajamas and crawls into bed with his parents.
“So many of the things that are required of you as an actor are a sense of humor and some ability to be able to put yourself in a situation. Because it’s all down to imagination,” says Scott. “For me, that’s the thing you need to keep. That’s the thing — because I started out when I was young — I don’t want to move too far away from. Like when kids go, ‘OK, you be this and I’ll be this.’ That ability doesn’t leave us. What does leave us is a lack of self-consciousness. Our job is to hold on to that.”
Haigh, the British filmmaker of “45 Years” and “Weekend,” began thinking of Scott for the role early on. They met and talked through the script for a few hours.
“He’s a similar generation to me. He’s a tiny bit younger than me, but he’s from the same generation,” says Haigh. “He understands that experience.”
Scott came out publicly in 2013, but his natural inclination is to be private. “I feel like I’ve given so much of myself in the film, you think you don’t want to give it all away,” he says. He describes “All of Us Strangers” — which Haigh shot partly in his childhood home — as personal, but not autobiographical in its depiction of the alienation that can linger after coming out.
“Mercifully, I feel very comfortable for the most part. But it stays with you that pain, and it actually makes you more compassionate, I think. Because we shot in Andrew’s childhood home, that sort of threw down the gauntlet in relation to how much of his own personality he was giving,” says Scott. “I wanted it to be sort of unadorned, unarmored and raw. That’s why I think there’s such tenderness in the film.”
Scott has sometimes recoiled from how sexuality is talked about the media and in Hollywood. He recently said the phrase “openly gay” should be done away with. As of late December, Scott hadn’t yet watched “All of Us Strangers” with his parents, though he planned to.
“The best way to express it is to say I’ll be very sensitive to how they watch it and how they feel about it, and how it makes me feel them watching it,” Scott says.
The tenderness in the film is also owed in part to Scott’s chemistry with Mescal. On-screen chemistry is an amorphous quality that the film industry has long tried to turn into a science with camera tests and marketing that flirts with real-life romance.
But for Scott, it’s something different. He and Phoebe Waller-Bridge had chemistry, overwhelmingly, in “Fleabag,” but that didn’t have anything to do with sexual attraction. Pinpointing that quality is something Scott pondered during Simon Stephens and Sam Yates’ recent staging of Chekhov’s “Uncle Vanya” at the National Theater. Scott played all eight roles, meaning he essentially had to have chemistry with himself.
“Chemistry isn’t just about sexual chemistry. It’s something to do with listening, and I think it’s something to do with playfulness,” Scott says. “Your ability to listen to someone and take note of what someone is doing is chemistry. You have to wait and see what the other actor is doing.”
A few moments later, Scott will have to rush out just as quickly as he arrived. But before that, he leaned back, naturally lit by the winter sun, and pondered whether “All of Us Strangers,” in the nakedness of his performance, had taken him somewhere he hadn’t before been as an actor.
“Yeah, I think so,” said Scott. “Or else to return to something that perhaps I’ve been before.”'
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starrysnowdrop · 2 months
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Character Associations
Hali Aloke 🌊✨
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Openly tagged by @sasslett! Thank you for sharing this and encouraging others to do this as well!! 🥰💖
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EMOTIONS/FEELINGS
Joyful
Energetic
Compassionate
Courageous
Optimistic
COLORS
Midnight Blue
Lotus Pink
Gloom Purple
Celeste Green
Pure White
SCENTS
Salty sea air
Fresh fallen rain
Water lilies
Clean linens
Freshly cut fruits
OBJECTS
Snowdrop hair ornament
Astrologian’s star globe
Celestial map
Telescope
Tarot cards
BODY LANGUAGE
Wide, brilliant smile
Waving hands wildly when excited
Hands on hips and tapping foot when impatient
Bouncing on toes and humming to herself
Dancing alone to a tune in her head
AESTHETICS
Night sky filled with stars
Northern lights
Water lilies on a pond
Snowdrops surrounded by melting snow
Ocean waves crashing onto the beach
SONGS
“Drops of Jupiter” by Train
“Hold Me Closer” by Elton John and Britney Spears
“How Far I’ll Go” from Disney’s Moana
“Someday the Dream Will End” from FFX
“Part of Your World (Reprise)” from Disney’s The Little Mermaid
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Tagging… everyone who wants to do this and hasn’t been tagged yet! Please tag me so I can read your answers!! 🥰💖
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demifiendrsa · 3 months
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Golden Globe Awards 2024 winners:
Best Picture - Drama: Oppenheimer
Best Female Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama: Lily Gladstone, Killers of the Flower Moon
Best Picture – Musical/Comedy: Poor Things
Best Male Actor in a Motion Picture - Musical/Comedy: Paul Giamatti, The Holdovers
Best Drama Series: Succession
Best Television Female Actor – Drama Series: Sarah Snook, Succession
Best Musical/Comedy Series: The Bear
Best Limited Series, Anthology Series or Television Motion Picture: Beef
Best Song - Motion Picture: “What Was I Made For?” by Billie Eilish O'Connell and Finneas O'Connell, Barbie
Cinematic and Box Office Achievement: Barbie
Best Score - Motion Picture: Ludwig Göransson, Oppenheimer
Best Male Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama: Cillian Murphy, Oppenheimer
Best Female Actor in a Motion Picture – Musical/Comedy: Emma Stone, Poor Things
Best Director - Motion Picture: Christopher Nolan, Oppenheimer
Best Picture – Animated: The Boy and the Heron
Best Television Male Actor - Drama Series: Kieran Culkin, Succession
Best Television Female Actor - Musical/Comedy Series: Ayo Edebiri, The Bear
Best Picture - Non-English Language: Anatomy of a Fall
Best Stand-Up Comedian on Television: Ricky Gervais: Armageddon
Best Male Actor in a Television Series - Comedy or Musical: Jeremy Allen White, The Bear
Best Screenplay – Motion Picture: Justine Triet and Arthur Harari, Anatomy of a Fall
Best Supporting Male Actor - Television: Matthew Macfadyen, Succession
Best Supporting Female Actor – Television: Elizabeth Debicki, The Crown
Best Male Actor – Limited Series, Anthology Series or Television Motion Picture: Steven Yeun, Beef
Best Female Actor – Limited Series, Anthology Series or Television Motion Picture: Ali Wong, Beef
Best Supporting Male Actor – Motion Picture: Robert Downey Jr., Oppenheimer
Best Supporting Female Actor – Motion Picture: Da’Vine Joy Randolph, The Holdovers
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silvyysthings · 3 months
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UPSIDES to the Golden Globes:  Timothee in Celine and thankfully not in Dolce & Gabbana, Leonardo again standing next to Lily Gladstone which in doing so helps raise her profile whilst hating being on the red carpet himself, Taylor Swift in a lovely shade of green in Gucci (and I’m not a Swiftie), Florence Pugh looking lovely in Valentino, Margot Robbie echoing 1977 Superstar Barbie, Lily Gladstone’s win, Da’Vine Joy Randolph’s win.
DOWNSIDES to the Golden Globes:  the opening act, and THAT “I love you” kiss.
Sorry, I never believed Timothee would win so it is neither up nor down, just an indifferent matter.
J bailey in white , matt bomer in blue and barry in red 😍
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blood and bones pt. 3
Summary: The morning after the fight and you wake to Larissa drawing sweet caressing lines along your wounds.
Word count: 1,105
Rating: there is none unless you count pure, sweet, painful fluffiness
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The first sense to come back to you is smell, and ohh, could you smell the fragrance that was her. She’s all around you—calla lilies and roses with a hint of fabric softener sending you into a warm and dizzying spiral of wakefulness. The second sense to greet you is touch. Delicate pressure grazes your back, dancing up your spinal column and down to the dips of your back dimples. As she moves closer, you can smell her shampoo—beautiful pomegranate and lavender. The closer you came to consciousness, the more you could feel her skimming her fingers around the array of bandages marking your skin. Up to your shoulder blades, over your shoulder, down your arm, and circling your elbow just before turning downward and running over your hip bone.
Her breath warms the back of your neck and she barely—lighter than a feather—lets her lips grace the surface of your skin along your bicep. Her hand falls gently over the side of your ribs, hovering over the long strip of gauze cushioning the gashes and bruises littered there. Your eyelids warm at the light peaking through the curtains and slowly open to see one of her nightstands, her lamp, two phones, white and gold curtains, and a window decorated in ornate gold trim.
You almost forget she insisted—more like forced by carrying you into her bedroom and laying you down on her sheets—that you sleep with her so she could keep an eye on you. You didn't mind in the slightest and fondly smile at remembering her scolding you in angry concern, saying, “I don't trust you to sleep by yourself, for all I know, you'll die on me in the middle of the night, leaving me to cry at your fucking funeral and develop chronic depression for the rest of my life.”
You didn't say anything because what words could you possibly utter in return for that? Instead, you just smiled sadly with a look of complete adoration and wonder, staring back at her, thinking, good God, I love this woman. And you do; if she asked you to lie in bed for the rest of the year, go to the moon, or circle the globe, you would—because it's her, and you've already cut out your heart for her. At this point, she stops and starts your breathing for you with every glance, touch, sound, kiss, or thought from or of her. So you nodded in acceptance to her because you were too tired to argue and could not bear another inkling of worry, fear, or heartache to mar her beautiful face.
As your hearing comes back, you hear her humming next to you, grazing her lips over the shell of your ear. You can feel her smiling, and just knowing that sets your heart beating faster. Your head turns towards her, pressing your temple against her lips, and again, your heart picks up pace at feeling her smile grow.
The moment her eyes meet yours, a spark ignites in hers, and you stop breathing at their intensity. A world’s worth of love swirls in her eyes within a second. All dazzling blue and aimed at you. “Good morning dear,” Larissa’s voice is thick with sleep and a sweetness so achingly real you almost think this a dream.
The sensation of her fingers gliding along your jaw convinces you of your reality, and you grab her hand to kiss her knuckles. “Good morning,” you croak out, and Larissa’s eyes move to your lips at the sound of your voice heavy with sleep.
Larissa’s fingers graze the edge of your bottom lip, and as her smile falls slightly, she focuses on your breathing to help distract her from the images of last night. It's a tale of blood, bones, and destruction with your near-death at the end of it, and she cannot have it. She won't. Looking up into your eyes, her brows scrunch as she searches for any trace of pain left on you. “How do you feel? Any pain?”
“Not with you looking at me like that,” you say, gratitude and love weaved into every word.
Her eyes flit back to you, and there's a glare in the blue. “I'm serious. Stop teasing and tell me,” she scolds, edging on desperation.
You can see her fear hiding underneath the growing frustration. It tugs at your heart because you're the reason for it, and all you want is for her to stop worrying for a second. The smile fades from your face in place of a gentle seriousness. Calmly you rub circles around her knuckles and slowly say, “I'm not teasing you, Larissa; honestly, I'm okay. My ribs are sore, but they are mostly light scratches and bruises by now. The gashes on my leg and back are sore, but that's because the wounds are closing around the stitches.”
You can tell she's not fazed, which irritates you because she is not supposed to be fretting over you constantly. You don't understand that her concern comes because she loves you, and that annoys her. What a pair you two make.
“Can I check them?” Quietly almost like a whisper Larissa asks you the one thing you have been dreading.
You have half a mind to think she knows. She does. Larissa knows precisely that you would rather conceal yourself from head to toe than show her the red, gory display that has become your body. But she's already seen the bloody massacre and worked through it to put you back together. She's already traced her fingers over the bandages on your back and arms more times than she can count, remembering the dark red, swollen flesh beneath. Larissa made herself comfortable with your battle wounds the moment you shifted back because it's you, and not to meant you would bleed out on the wet pavement in front of her. The minute she accepted her love for you—promised herself never to let you go—meant she accepted every version of you: the good, bad, and the bloody.
But you don't know that, and it terrifies you to imagine what will cross her mind the minute she sees red and blue all over your body. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you hesitate. “It's not pretty, Rissa, far from it. I-I…,” closing your eyes, you whisper, “I'm a minefield of cuts and bruises.”
Larissa’s face softens and her hand moves to rub your cheek. She kisses your lips in finality and looks into your eyes to be sure you can see the truth behind her words. “I'm not afraid to walk it with you darling.”
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Hello! I am sorry for the delay! The tournament will start at November 18 at 2 pm BRT, the polls will be posted every 10 minutes!
The matches were randomized!
Side A
A bouquet of purple daylily, green carnation, dead leaves, fern, opium flowers and coriander Vs Red Orchid
Violet Vs Red Spider Lily
Dandelions 1 Vs A bouquet of willows and chives
A bouquet of wisteria, black and red carnations and foxgloves Vs A bouquet of buttercup, daffodils, edelweiss and orange
A bouquet of amaryllis, milkweed, bluebells and strelitizia Vs A bouquet of blue and red hyacinths
A bouquet of white, red and black roses Vs A bouquet of white chrysanthemums, orchids and blue hydrangeas
A bouquet of white chrysanthemums, orchids and blue hydrangeas Vs Forget-me-nots
A bouquet of snapdragon, tansy and black eyed susan Vs White poppies
Daisies Vs A bouquet of white clover, chamomile and pine
A bouquet of pink peonies, purple hydrangea and a variety of cosmos Vs A bouquet of asphodel, sage, yellow chrysanthemum, green carnation, plum blossom, stinging nettle, anemone and acanthus
A bouquet of marigold, dandelions, goldenrods and amaryllis Vs A bouquet of sea holly, ageratum, globe thistle, orchid cactus, protea, bird of paradise, mimosa, dianthus, hydrangea and clematis
A bouquet of bleeding hearts and dandelions Vs A bouquet of plastic lemon balm, thyme, hyacinths and anemone flowers, with a single real orange rose in the middle, wrapped in light blue cellophane
A bouquet of snapdragon, yellow poppy and jonquil Vs Blue Rose
A bouquet of yellow orchids, rue, yew, bird’s-foot trefoil, yellow gladiolus, yellow peony, sunflower and yellow amaryllis Vs A bouquet of dandelion, asphodel, poppy, chamomile, red columbine, hydrangea, rhododendron, dark crimson rose and queen of the night
Snapdragons Vs A bouquet of lily, red spider lily, daffodils and milkweed
A bouquet of rainflower, green carnation, camelia, nightshade, mulberry and purple lilac Vs Red Anemone
Side B
Strelitzia Vs A bouquet of blue violets, trumpet creeper, lavender and green carnation
Hibiscus Syriacus Vs Dandelions 2
Desert Bluebell Vs A bouquet of yellow and purple carnations
A bouquet of poppies, daffodils, daisies, ivy, and purple hyacinths Vs A bouquet of gloriosa (flame lily), veronica, jasione, jacaranda, cyclamen, jasmine and freesia
A bouquet of dandelions and buttercups Vs A bouquet of marigold, yellow and white zinnia, phlox, bluebells, cornflower, gladiolus, rosemary, dark crimson rose and purple cyclamen
A bouquet of orange lilies, yellow roses, buttercups, aconite, sunflower, hollyhock and lotus Vs bouquet of jasmine, milkweed, dandelion, poppy and oenothera
A bouquet of oleander, refflesia (corpse flower), trigidia, hyacinth, hollyhock, Iberis (candytuft) and orange tulip Vs A bouquet of lily of the valley and amaryllis
A bouquet of marigolds, tuberose, and dandelions Vs A bouquet of daffodil and pansy
A bouquet of amaranth, orange brugmansia, delphinium, honeysuckle and white aster Vs A bouquet of plumeria, fawn lily, magnolia and star grass
A bouquet of gladiolus, snapdragon, canterbury bells, gloriosa (flame lily) and white chrysanthemum Vs A bouquet of fern, rex begonia leaves, black rose, lily, odessa calla lily and green hydrangea
A bouquet of daisies, butterfly weed, orchids, purple lotus and violets Vs A bouquet of striga, mistletoe, and monotropa uniflora
Thistle Vs A bouquet of chestnut flower, lotus, dandelion, fern, thyme, anemone, geranium, holly, magnolia and bluebell
A bouquet of poppy, zygopetalum, echeveria, dandelion, yucca, twinspur , lotus, tagetes, ursinia, purple hyacinth and hibiscus Vs A bouquet of amaryllis, dicentra, red spider lily and white roses
Oleander Vs A bouquet of blue and purple daisies, desert lilies and black tulips
A bouquet of black eyed Susan, geranium and a tall sunflower Vs A bouquet of forsythia, holly, yellow hyacinth, petunia, viscaria and orange lilys
A bouquet of arborvitae, gladiolus and begonia Vs Spiderwort
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I'm not a Taylor Swift fan at all, but one thing I'm seeing after the golden globes IN the golden globes hashtag actually is a shit ton of hate against her for absolutely no reason and people claiming that there's a lot of "white feminism" going on, while they are being misogynistic so no form of feminism is going on with this people clearly, seriously just go on the golden globes tag first few posts specially some of the replies to the first few ones. Like nahhhh yall don't care about feminism and you're not trying to call out "white feminism" you're just trying to be a hateful person. Bc tell me what was the need to call Taylor ugly to praise the first indigenous woman to win a golden globe, you know you can praise both and appreciate both and acknowledge how fucking amazing this win is without shitting on Taylor bc she got memes made out of her bc she is an extremely popular artist and to also say that the joke about the barbie movie "wasn't a big deal" "wasn't that bad" all bc you're pissed that Taylor is getting her usual attention, please grow up. You have the right motives but the way you're going about it, is sooooo bad
Anyway congratulations to Lily Gladstone on her win it's a shame it had to be overshadowed by a white man trying to do comedy. Regardless of that her win is a big big deal, good for her
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