#misc obsessions

[normasshearer]

MY FAVORITE SUNGLASSES IN FILM (30s – 60s)

BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S (1961) dir. Blake Edwards — costume design by Hubert de Givenchy, worn by Audrey Hepburn

PERSONA (1966) dir. Ingmar Bergman — costume design by Mago, worn by Bibi Andersson

LEAVE HER TO HEAVEN (1945) dir. John M. Stahl — costume design by Kay Nelson, worn by Gene Tierney

BREATHLESS (1960) dir. Jean-Luc Godard — costume design by Jean Seberg, worn by Jean Seberg

BELLE DE JOUR (1967) dir. Luis Buñuel — costume design by Yves Saint Laurent, worn by Catherine Deneuve

DOUBLE INDEMNITY (1944) dir. Billy Wilder — costume design by Edith Head, worn by Barbara Stanwyck

NORTH BY NORTHWEST (1959) dir. Alfred Hitchcock — costume design by Harry Kress, worn by Cary Grant

LIBELED LADY (1936) dir. Jack Conway — costume design by Dolly Tree, worn by Myrna Loy

CHARADE (1963) dir. Stanley Donen — costume design by Hubert de Givenchy, worn by Audrey Hepburn

ANATOMY OF A MURDER (1959) dir. Otto Preminger — costume design by Michael Harte & Vou Lee Giokaris, worn by Lee Remick

LA PISCINE (1969) dir. Jacques Deray — costume design by André Courrèges, worn by Jane Birkin

[the-phantom-peach]

skyward sword… yeah <3

Crimson Loftwing

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[acid-ixx]

gets fucking stabbed by damian and my last breath still be like "it's not his fault ! he is ten and was raised to be murderous since he was born ! kid entered a household where everyone ignores my existence, i don't blame him for assuming that to be the norm and acting evil to me so that he assimilates to his new environment ! bro literally went through the worst all his life so of course the way he expresses himself is harmful to others !"

and then i get stabbed again lol

— masterlist !

OH MY GOD PLEASE 😭 the gaslighting yourself is real, i'm telling you.

unfortunately, the reader's toxic mindset of justifying everything your family does is a common scenario for every time one of them fucks up; only in the past though. the present chapters will have you slowly realize just nothing really is ever your fault. that you've never once been in the blame for the actions of your youngest brother.

but right now, i want to focus on why you just seem to let damian go about his own crazy path of targeting you. and it's either it's because you have nothing, nobody else to fight back with you, or it's purely because you allow him to.

to destroy you, to make you suffer, to make you learn that you have no place, or standing in the family. and if you do have a place, it is at the rock bottom.

this is what damian is taught: the weak should be eliminated before they fester into some type of unnecessary cancer.

you're weak, when he first saw you, when you first approached him with your tail tucked behind your legs and an invitation to hang out together with the scent of cookies wafting in the air— he knows that it is you who will make him weak.

you give him temptations to be a child, he's raised to fight against it. he ignores the unwelcomed feeling of wamth that blooms in his chest, those are feelings that gets you killed.

so it's how the story goes: he brings his sword up to your neck, and sways his hands swift enough to make a small cut to ensure that the first thing you associate him with is fear. and for someone vulnerable like you, it doesn't take much before you quickly submit to the prospect of your place beneath a trained assassin like him.

he ignores the sudden pang of his heart and the aching, gnawing dread that chews at his mind at the memory of your widening eyes and the wobble in your steps.

it's already damaging enough to have the youngest be introduced and immediately accepted into the family, but it's worse when he's significantly younger than you, a boy nearly half your age; someone you've always wanted to have, to care for, to help raise and cherish... despises you from the start, before you two even formed a connection.

someone you once called your younger brother, now became an enemy in opposing lines in a place called home.

what would've been fine-tuned jealousy towards him because he was given everything in a silver platter turned into shame that you couldn't even face him, not right after he threatened to kill you, no... and especially not after you've convinced yourself that if you couldn't even prove your worth for a young boy like him, then you really have nothing good to offer.

you give him the autonomy to think it's alright, that due to his upbringing, alongside your naive brain always justifying that your other siblings are right, and you are in the wrong— he was given every opportunity to torment you when you even go as far as being in the same room as him.

and i have my receipts on why you're just like that; all in the grace of low self-worth and self-esteem. past you reasons out that it's because it's always your fault.

you couldn't even find a way to save your mother, you couldn't even establish your place in the manor, you couldn't comfort bruce when he was still not over jason, what more could you be when all you see damian as is a young, broken child like you? that behind that veil of threats and weapons ready to attack you, is someone you knew could've been different, if he was raised right...

if he'd given you a chance to help nurture the softer, more humane part of him.

you've always wanted a younger sibling, not only from back when you were just with your mother, but also when you were introduced to the manor. because not only did it mean that you'll know how your mother felt when she raised you, but because you thought you'd have somebody by your side throughout the silent torment you've went through.

and when you're graced with one, who doesn't even consider you his older sibling; you let it be.

you let him be himself.

damian wayne, demon's granson, the son of the bat.

so many titles he's called, but never one where he's your younger brother.

it doesn't help that you justify his past, because the man you idolize, dick, does so too whenever you try to complain. his excuses are never out of malicious intent to have you suffer further— it's just that he never once actually considered you as important enough to bat an eye on, like how the rest of them treat you.

because you know that even dick has his limit towards the youngest member of the family; he just never reaches it when it comes to you.

so if you have a person allow another to act terribly towards you, but have another, a friend or family, who teaches you that it's not right, who fights by your side; it wouldn't take long for you to also learn how to defend yourself then. you'll gain confidence that you're at least not alone, that your actions are completely valid.

... but if you have an entire family that couldn't even scold the boy for leaving a scar on your neck, who brushes his mean comments about you aside, who isolates you even further with malicious words that you know becomes crueler when targeted at you—

then you have no basis for what is right, and what is wrong.

and that makes your authority, your trust in yourself dwindle like your already crumbling relationship with all the others the further you try to fight back.

that's when you learn what it's like to give up, all over again. if you accept his vidictive insults, if you know your place to turn back if you see him in the same room, if you knew from the start that sometimes trying doesn't equate to succeeding; then it'll at least numb the pain that comes after.

for the entirety of your life from when damian was introduced, that was how you coped—

but your life after the manor, after damian matures and learns softness, about empathy (that he's buried long ago during his training from when he was all but a toddler) on your situation; reading your journal entries because he still felt entitled to due to some hidden, twisted trait of possessiveness... that's an entirely different story.

would you still be as understanding as you were back in the past towards him? would you still force yourself to love the demon you saw as just a little boy? or would damian finally understand that it's too late to turn back time, to correct all his mistakes?

either way, if you were capable enough to change (at least, in his eyes), becoming an independent person (you think, huh? your place is at the manor), then maybe you could give him a chance too, to fix your relationship and build a bridge to an even stronger one.

one where you could finally baby him, like what you've desired. one where he could feel vulnerable, when he learned that it's valid to feel weak— it cuts back to the previous points: you make him weak.

and when he's out to find you after going through every single diary, every entry, after deducing that there's still a small spark in your that'll forgive him if he tries; he refuses give up any sooner if it meant replicating the same warmth he felt when he stood by your presence.

so... you wouldn't want to leave your youngest brother waiting for you, don't you?

after all, it's just like what your entries told him, right? this is what you always wanted, right?

a/n: everyone is entitled to their own feelings about how i portray damian and mc's relationship!!! i love how all of you guys have different conflicting reactions to this. it's all so complex for me, how damian sees you as someone who's weak and makes him weak (he's just a stubborn little guy), and you, who sees yourself in damian, alongside the added desire to just have someone to care for (because you want to so badly honor your mother's memory), and that person also caring for you is ARGH!!?!

i apologize for my long rambles (if anyone wants me to cut back on posts like this, just tell me), i'm sure everyone is anticipating chapter 5 and possibly (soon) chapter 6 (since the drafts, not the final work is becoming too long). but right now, all i could provide are my depictions of the reader's relationship with every member of the family. i love to churn scenarios where it feels like you're actually part of the family so i'm actually manipulating all of you guys to become attached to the characters too, just to add an extra layer of angst, hehe...

[misc-obeyme]

You were so unexpected. He knew that you were yet another task that Lucifer was pushing off on him for the sake of Lord Diavolo. Only another instance of being used, of being relied on, of being given the job no one else wanted to do.

It was difficult at first. A great demon like him had better things to do than babysit a fragile human like you. But time passed. Things changed. You changed and he changed and everyone else changed, too.

And then one day Mammon looked at you and saw his entire world.

He saw his sun in your eyes and his moon in your smile. His sky in the soft expanse of your skin. His roots in your fingers slotted perfectly with his. Time and tide and thunder and lightning, every part of him and every part of you - it was his everything.

It almost hurt to say it out loud. To admit to this vulnerability. His greatest weakness. It was always you. It would always be you. And in darkness, when you couldn't quite see him, he found he was desperate to whisper his truth into you. Pressing his face against your hair or your neck, his arms around you, feeling your heartbeat thudding against his. When he could just exist there, in the only place he ever felt like he truly belonged.

The Celestial Realm didn't want him. And the Devildom was only home because no place else could be.

Until you.

You saw him for who he was. A demon, a former angel, but more than any of that, you saw a brother, a friend, a lover. You saw the part of him that wanted to have fun, pulling pranks on Lucifer and going out clubbing with Asmo. You saw the part of him that wanted to protect, threatening Levi's bullies and taking the blame for Belphie. You saw the part of him that kept things normal for his family, teasing Satan and gifting things to Beel. And more than anything, you saw him when he was open and raw - when he didn't hide himself behind too much bluster, when he admitted how much his brothers meant to him. How much he loved you.

And maybe it was a little bit dangerous. Mammon knew that when it came to you, it would take so little. That in an instant he could become a demon whose power and rage cracked through the very fabric of existence. The kind of demon he never felt the need to be, the full potential that he let pass by in favor of keeping the peace. It would be nothing if it meant keeping you safe.

Pact or no pact, Mammon knew the truth. And deep down, he was sure you knew it, too.

That Mammon would let that power off its leash and bathe the world in blood, only for you.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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BEN AFFLECK Ben Affleck with Jon Bernthal ‧ JAKE'S TAKES

[felicitykings]

DUA LIPA Hallucinate | Glastonbury 2024

[scarameownya]

OK THIS IS LIKE ULTRA OLD ART but i need yall to know just how much i love this lil shit

i was sososososososo obsessed with them, theyre crazy as hell but hey thats the charm tee hee

[spread-the-influence]

was there any specific media that was an inspiration for this and/or ATRD?

misery ! specifically the film version . it inspired a Lot of scenes and t.i's current characterization is mostly taken from annie wilkes . i just knew i had to capture that womanchild energy

[secretstrangerperv]

who up tryna find mutual obsession

[bj-cuntycunt]

I'm very lucky the Venn diagram for M*A*S*H fans, Star Trek fans and Quantum Leap fans is almost a circle because this blog has jumped from one to the other to the other quite fast

[leviiackrman]

“Rooftops are the safest place for a crime lord. No one dares get close to her when she’s observing her territory; and yet here she is: being observed herself. The burnt toast of a man approaching her draws enough attention from his appearance alone, yet the subtle offer of a light for her cigarette is enough to lower her guard - slightly. After all, he is her right hand man. And boy does she enjoy painting the town red with a like minded criminal like him.”

I was gifted the most beautiful present ever from my beloved @risingsh0t! The ever so talented @inorheona drew my girl Rin and she is absolute perfection! I cannot put into words how obsessed I am with this art and you know damn well she’s going on my wall next to Asami! Thank you Alyssa for your insane generosity, this is truly the best birthday present ever!! Going back to screaming in a corner now byeeeeeeee (ps I wrote this while a bit drunk tehe)

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[fereldanwench]

don't let me go

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[misc-obeyme]

Could I request a drabble about Asmo and the Male MC Bartender from that one anon ask? I fucking love that omg

Well hey there, anon! It's not quite been a year since you sent this request, I must apologize for the extreme delay.

For those who don't remember (most of you probably), here is the ask in question.

I hope I did this one justice, I really like the idea. It completely got away from me, though, and this is more of a ficlet than a drabble... I'm almost tempted to write a nsfw part two a;lsdkjfjf.

Asmodeus x male!MC (I suppose you could read it as gn, but there is a use of "he" and this was written with a male MC in mind.)

Warnings: alcohol, slightly suggestive at the end, jealousy

Asmodeus was a force to be reckoned with. When he entered The Fall, everybody turned to look. Demons almost trampled each other to come talk to him, some of them trying to pull him on the dance floor, others attempting to get him drinks. He was the center of attention no matter where he went. Everybody knew the moment Asmo stepped into The Fall, the party was really about to start.

That night was no exception, but there was something a little different about him this time. This time, he had you on his arm. He had spent all evening getting both of you ready. He insisted on choosing your outfit, making sure that your accessories matched subtly with his.

You both looked amazing and Asmo knew it. The Fall was packed and Asmo felt a thrill as he realized he would be able to show you off to almost the entire Devildom.

Due to the volume of demons, however, the club's staff was having a hard time keeping up. The bartenders were bustling to and fro, doing their best to fill drink orders as quickly as possible. There was no time for fancy maneuvers, only trying to pour drinks without messing them up.

Asmo sat with you at the bar, hoping to get a cocktail to start. He noted the thoughtful look on your face as you watched the bartenders. One of them was especially starting to get frazzled, nearly dropping an entire bottle of liquor.

You reached out over the bar to grasp the neck of the bottle, preventing it from crashing to the floor. The demon looked up at you, equal parts embarrassed and relieved.

"Do you guys need some help?" you asked.

The demon bartender looked like he didn't know what to say, but another demon came up behind him and gave you an appraising look. She was clearly the manager working that evening.

"A human like you?" she asked.

Asmo cleared his throat and leaned against the counter. "That's no mere human," Asmo said, his eyes sparkling. "He's with me."

You leaned back in your seat and shrugged. "I know how to do the job, so if you want help, I'll do it for free."

Asmo wanted to argue with this, but he thought better of it.

The manager folded her arms. "All right, let's see what you got."

Asmo watched as you went around the counter. The manager showed you where to find everything, then let you start making drinks. You took Asmo's order first, a teasing smile on your face as you did.

Asmo waved a hand at you. "Oh make me whatever you want, MC," he said.

The rest of the demons had paused their frantic pouring just to watch. The demons waiting on drinks didn't seem to mind, their eyes also on you.

Asmo worried for a moment that the attention would make you nervous, but his heart raced a bit when he realized your eyes were focused on him.

You found what you'd need and started to pour drinks into a glass. Everybody watched in fascination as you did so deftly, free pouring the liquors and twirling the bottles as you did. It was clear you knew what you were doing. No wonder you had been able to catch that bottle before it fell.

Asmo had to smother a gasp as you tossed a bottle behind your back, catching it easily with the other hand without spilling a drop. You grinned at him as you set it down.

Then you cut a small piece of an orange, took your lighter out of your pocket, and held the piece in the flames over the glass. Juice dripped into the liquid below and you squeezed the orange briefly, creating a flare of flames that made some of the demons nearby ooohh in appreciation.

You tucked away your lighter and handed the glass to Asmo. It was one of those lovely martini glasses that Asmo enjoyed holding the delicate stem of. The liquid inside it was a shimmering pink. He took a sip and his eyes lit up.

"MC, it's delicious," Asmo said, covering his mouth to hide his excited giggle.

After that, everybody was clamoring for a cocktail poured by the skilled human behind the bar. Asmo stayed in his place, watching everyone fawn over you in satisfaction. They loved you and you were his.

You didn't run out of energy, either. You put on a show for every drink you poured, outshining the other demon bartenders. They tried to keep up, mostly refilling drinks for people and trying to keep track of tabs. In the meantime, you were stacking glasses, juggling bottles, and pouring several shots at once, causing the watching demons to clap and cheer.

Asmo was content to watch you for quite some time, until he decided you'd worked enough for that night. The club was just as packed as when you first started, but he had brought you here to be with him, not to work.

When you came back to him for a moment, he reached across the bar and grabbed your wrist. Asmo lowered his eyelids, looking at you through his lashes. "Don't you think you've helped enough for tonight? I'm feeling a little lonely sitting here without you."

The smile you gave him was both sweet and reassuring. "I'm sorry," you said. "I got carried away. I didn't mean to neglect you."

"Tell them you're done for the night," Asmo said.

You went to the bar's manager, spoke with her for a moment, and then came out from behind the counter. You stood beside Asmo's chair, wrapping an arm around him and settling your hand on his waist. You leaned into him, letting his hair tickle your face.

"I'm a little tired now," you said, your voice low. There was a huskiness to it that made Asmo's skin tingle. "Why don't we get out of here?"

Asmo pushed on your chest lightly. "We didn't even get to dance!" he said. "But I do want to take you home and help you relax."

Asmo's hand on your chest became a lingering touch, fingers trailing down, pausing at your navel.

"We'll dance next time," you said. "I promise."

Asmo didn't care who was watching now, his attention was fully occupied by you. The way you steadied him as he slipped off the bar stool, both hands on his waist now. It was all he could do to stop himself from ripping your clothes off right then and there.

You seemed aware of this, though, giving him a knowing smile. "Is home too far? Don't they have private rooms here?"

Asmo's grin was so dazzling he was sure it took out several demons that were standing behind you. "Wait here," he said as he ran off to find someone to talk to about a private room. He had to make sure one was available.

Asmo quickly found what he wanted, but when he came back to you, he found several demons clustered around you. They were flirting hard, one even had a hand on your back.

For a moment, Asmo felt an unexpected flair of jealousy rise up in him. He took a breath, smiled brightly, and marched right up to you, putting his hand in yours.

"Let's go, MC," he said.

You smiled and nodded at the demons you left behind as you let Asmo guide you through the club by the hand. Asmo noted their disappointed expressions.

He didn't have long to think about his jealousy, though, as the moment you entered the back room, your hands were back on his waist and he found himself against the wall. You kissed him and he couldn't even begin to think about anything else.

Asmo was fully consumed by your heat, but he had a sudden thought that made him pull away for a moment. You looked at him with a mildly questioning expression.

"MC," he said, squirming a little and not looking at you directly.

"What is it?" you asked.

Asmo pouted. "I don't like the way everyone gets when you show off like that," he said. "Promise you'll only make drinks for me from now on."

You chuckled. You put a thumb on his lower lip which was protruding quite a bit. "Don't look like that," you said. "You know I only have eyes for you. If it makes you happy, I'll only make drinks for you, too. Okay?"

Asmo smiled and responded by kissing you.

While word spread about your bartending skills, you politely declined any time anyone asked you to demonstrate. True to your word, you only made drinks for Asmodeus and everybody knew it.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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BEN AFFLECK Ben Affleck with Jon Bernthal ‧ JAKE'S TAKES

[musubiki]

sketch dump but its all mochi and lime

[felicitykings]

ANNE OF GREEN GABLES (1934) dir. George Nicholls Jr.