#simon creen

[karinonsan]

The Creens is giving me early Mo Dao Zu Shi confusion twister with hundred names thrown im for one person. Who was Han Guang-jun and Lan Wangji and Lan Zhan and Lan Er-Gongzi again? Wdym they're the same person???

Because, is Simon's name Simon Crenshaw because they called him Lord Crenshaw or is it Simon Creen? His father's name is Sinclair?? So is he Simon Sinclair or Sinclair is the father's name? WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE FATHERS NAME IS ACTUALLY EDMUND CREEN i thought the "S" was really for "Sinclair" while Simon was just really playacting the S is his brandname while it really was his father's (while actually it was neither)...

[mia-nina-lilly]

Dark Rise fandom.

Can someone remind me why Simon wanted to marry Katherine? Was it by chance? Was it because she was pretty? I can't remember and the wikis don't seem to have that information... 🥲

[will-kempen]

Random Dark Rise Poll 11/?

Here's something we haven't discussed yet. What was the deal with Simon and Katherine?

EDIT: I stupidly didn't think to include any option for "he was mysteriously drawn to her because Magic" but for the sake of the poll I feel like this could come under "he thought she was hot"

In your personal opinion/headcanon:

All Dark Rise polls here (will be updated as I post more)

[thestoriesthatweweave]

"It's three seasons old, at least," said Phillip, in a pained voice. "What sort of provincial backwater did you buy it in?" "The Little Dover Dress Shop." Visander bit out each word, fuming that he knew the answer. "It still has an empire waist," said Phillip, a kind of agony on his face. "You know, here we have fashion, we don't just go about wearing robes for ten thousand years." "I care nothing for your human fashions, worm," spat Visander.

Dark Heir by CS Pacat is a comedy. Or, in other words: if book 3 is not a married-life sit-com between Phillip and Visander I riot.

(In other, other words: there are so many fantastic romantic dynamics in this book, but the one couple I have imprinted on like a baby duckling is the queer murder-machine with tunnel vision stuck in the body of a Victorian ingénue and his husband Who Really Does Not Want To Be Here and can endure his wife being "a dead man from a defunct world" but draws the line at him not dressing for dinner.)

[yeahyankee]

The girls

[pijulle]

I’m watching Arcane for the first time, and I couldn’t help but think about a Arcane x DarkRise crossover where Will is raised in Piltover by his mother, but end in Zaun after her death and is adopted by Silco. (I’m at E5S2, please no spoil) (copypasted from blue sky)

So, one night, a year or two after he took Jinx in, Silco is feeling low and goes back to the river. What does he spot here? A boy, drifting in the water along with an enforcer’s body, about Powder’s age, seemingly drowned. He has a stab wound at the hand and bruises on his neck.

The enforcer is dead, but the boy regains consciousness when Silco checks on him. The boy explains that 'they' have tried to kill him and succeeded in killing his mother. Cue some flashback after which Silco takes in him too, telling himself Jinx would use some company.

Will Kempen becomes Jinx’s little brother. They bond over trauma, they do crazy make up for each other, they build weapon together, listen to the same music, tease each other. Will has this annoying habit of tugging at her braids, while she colors all his dark clothes with bright paint.

Will is envious how easily she shows affection to Silco, he always stand by and watch like 👉👈 At some point Silco got the hint and he’s like, "do you want a hug too?" Will nods and cries when it does happen. Jinx teases him forever after.

Will is a Good Boy. He has conflicting feeling toward Silco because he loves him but he also do terrible things that disgusts him. He wants to help Zaunites, and often tries to help people, even if it leads to trouble sometimes. He understands the need of a revolution and violence, yet he hates it.

Will mostly takes care of the logistics in Silco’s organization and is his main informant. So he hangs out a lot with Sevika, and they like each other because of their shared no-nonsense attitude and strong sense of loyalty. He’s very defensive of Jinx though, and dislikes when she criticizes her.

Will wears an enforcer’s mask that he had painted with a shiny black paint, a black dyed enforcer’s jacket, miner shoes reinforced with metal, strong pants and unassuming tops. He’s nicknamed the dark enforcer and he could blend in the shadow if Jinx hadn’t the bad habit of drawing on his clothes.

He spreads the rumor that he has a terrible weapon up his sleeves that he could unsheathed at any moment and that could kill any of his enemy. It makes his enemies thinking twice when they threaten him. Indeed, Will isn’t telling lies, he does have a pocket knife hidden at all time in his sleeve.

Though his enemies are scared of him, Will doesn’t have a lot of them because he’s kind, easy to talk to, hardworking… You know, Will Kempen. People who don’t like him are usually people who don’t like Silco and his organization as a whole.

Will main weapons are hidden knives and bottles of grey,that he either open if he’s indoor or swing at people’s head if he’s outdoor. He fights only to defend himself, those he cares for/innocents. He’s resistant to some degree to the grey, but Simon’s still looking for him, so he keeps the mask on.

Simon Creen (or Sinclair I haven’t decided yet) is a councillor, and James St Clair is a nepo ultra-powerful enforcer, who terrorizes the undercity. Will’s intrigued by him, but it’s only after Jinx blows up Marcus that he sets himself into swaying him to their cause. He succeeds.

The Stewards are the same as in canon, the arch stands on the other side of the fissure. The Ballards are piltie who works for Simon. Will and Violet Ballard met in a similar situation than canon, except that Will was here illegally to watch over the shimmer cargo and sabotage some of Simon’s ships.

Will doesn’t know he’s the Dark King. The event happens similarly as in canon, and after book two, Will and James go back to Zaun to hide. Rumors run that he’s back and Silco and Jinx, worried, look for him.

When they finds him, James is standing on watch while Will is certain they too want to kill him and begs them not to, that’s it’s him…. Basically like he did at the end of DH, while telling himself he would prefer that it’s one of them doing it.

Silco look at him and he’s like. Son. I’m literally a Crime Lord. Jinx’s blown up a thousand people. YOU, on the other hand, is the kindest soul living down there. Wtf are you on? Ngl, Silco would try to sway him to the dark side so he could conduct his revolution without handing Jinx over.

Another way possible: Will comes back home, says nothing about being Sarcean until he saves Silco at the tea party by invoking shadows. Then, he runs away thinking they would kill him, then see the above post. In this version Silco is still dealt a gun wound, but survives.

The injury is bad enough that Silco is disabled, probably have ling damage and needs oxygen. Will take over his crime organization and leads the revolution. He used to be a mage in his former life so as he gains more and more memories, he knows not to weaponize the hextech, stop Jinx from doing it.

He takes over Piltover when he realizes they’re weaponizing the arcane too and more and more troubles rises. Violet comes back to him when she understands he’s trying to save everyone, and eventually Cyprian too.

Will and James manages to calm down the arcane at the end and makes a half-Zaunite, half-piltovian government, with them at its head.

[latinotiktok]

Miren, yo no me cogí a Simon para que ustedes vengan y lo quieran dejar gringo. ¿Ustedes creen que yo cojo gringos? Su descendencia será maldita.

Este ask me lo mandó Betty Grof

[blogofloathing]

Part 1 of 1! Rittle And The Day Out On The Town

I'll be out for the day, continue your work Simmy, the bleeding shimmer forced Simone to think.

"Y-Yes sir.." the girl shakily replied, ironic how such a bossy little bore could be whipped so easily.

It had only been a few weeks since they'd properly met, but she was already bending to hisheel.

Her mind was easy to manipulated, he knew what made her clock tick, how to wind it by hand.

Simone was key, to building this machine, she was the only one who would do as needed.

Someone of her caliber, was hard to come by, even Rittle could admit he was impressed by her.

Continue working, I will know how much you did, the beast howled one last time before leaving.

Fading out from the scene like a shadowy mirage, as if dissipating into the very air surrounding it.

Viewing this was nearly nauseating, like seeing holes in space fill in where they hadn't been before.

He was almost disappointed to not hear cries for an encore, invisible roses tossed up onto the stage

Ceasing to exist, inky molecules reapplying the glue binding them at their new location.

"Goodbye.." Simone quivered hesitantly, as if to speak too loudly would draw his temper.

Elsewhere, a clinging black tar stuck to the walls of the Ocean City Watchful Eye, like an infection. Rooting its way into the very foundation.

A wiry dark tendril unfurled throughout the ceiling and floors as if a great snake were relaxing.

There he was, the newspaper boy, the conceited fool sorting through that obsessives papers.

But nothing out of the ordinary these days, the serpentine tumor hissed an awful laugh.

One so full of hatred, and amused mockery, that he could sense the silly newsies hair stand up.

"Uh- who's there?" The stupid man said suddenly, glancing around, seems Rittle hadn't been as quiet as he thought, "ugh probably another prank.."

Well, seeing as there weren't any pressing issues, the pricked finger of god detached itself,

Once again dematerializing out of sight and out of mind, save for the fetid roots remaining.

Elsewhere, the bridges tattooed graffiti darkened, burnt as sin and flashing a bright, cheery smirk.

The coalescence of infinite minds looked down at what appeared to be just some hobo girl.

But, for some reason he couldn't reach her, he wasn't able to infest her mind like he did others.

His feeble attempts at such had proved fruitless it was as if she possessed no mind at all, yet clearly she did! Clearly she moved, talked, ate,

He couldn't deny this issue had been frustrating for quite some time, she would be the snag..

Letting Simone think for now that he was leaving her little girlfriend alone out of courtesy.

The beast couldn't let its one good chance have any kind of advantage, mental or otherwise.

But this.. girl, would become an issue later on..

In the end, it could always just rip her apart, once the dutiful engineer had finished her work.

Messily unsticking itself from the physical plane just as before, the stains of its malice remaine.

As he peeked his one, endlessly fractalized eye, into an unassuming alleyway, where a girl was.

She laid there in a box, twitching and skittering around like a centipede running in circles.

The playthings eyes had that look about them, as if to gaze too closely would be to fall right in.

The shadow had been using this girl as.. somewhat of an experiment if you will, in possession.

Of course the process could never be clean, most of all for the body who was taken hostage.

He wouldn't dare compromise the bespectacled girl, but a hobo? No one would miss her anyway.

And he had things to test, stepping down into this girls skin, stretching it out to its limit.

Writhing demons and creening grackles sung songs of warning and of regret in turn.

The outcasted hobo heaved and foamed at the mouth, rattling violently like a dying animal.

As something with no true measure of its form subsumed into her, miniature in scale, flesh.

Pushing aside her bones, making room where her organs lay, filling in the space between her veins.

And finally, flexing its fingers, and standing up.

Affixing his all too vicious blood-in-the-water smirk firm upon his newly acquired face.

They said the devil would be beautiful, but he'd say beauty is in his eyes, the beholder.

He pondered what to do today, through a human brain, it felt familiar, but restricting.

Ah! Exactly the thing I need to unwind, lightbulb forming brilliantly atop his head.

Calmly alming over to the boardwalk, something to stimulate his consciousness.

"Sorry to bother ya ma'am but coulda spare some meat?" Said an unsightly woman.

Clearly this was not the finest specimen of the era.

Attempting to ignore this less than reputable lady.

"I could really use the-" she continued, before her skin drained of blood at the expression on his face.

Something between a killer smile and the haunting look of a predator on the hunt, "I- I have to.. go"

The hobo stuttered, croaking out as if on the verge of vomiting simply at the look Rittle gave her.

Something in that horrid stare told of a creature beneath this, facetious skin stretched over it.

It let out a cackling laugh, one which drew in odd glances all around from passersby.

Well that was certainly fun, thought Rittle, but I'm looking for something more.. exciting!

Spying a fortune tellers tent just beloft the spot where the hobo had previously stood.

A sly smirk snakes its way onto his face, lets see

Surely this would be amusing, reading his future.

He slowly entered the tent, the girl manning the table seemed far too young for such a job.

She greeted him with a cheery "welcome in! Here for a reading?" At which he slithered "yes"

You could almost hear the malevolence within his tone, even translated through a human mouth.

The quote fortune teller unquote, launched into an immediate tangential derivative drivel about tarot and star signs, they weren't all that special when you're actually there to see em up close.

Finally after her fifth offer of magical crystals, at which Rittle eyed her like a hunter eyes a doe.

"Ah- uh, well, anyway let's get to the meat of the matter" surely referring to the actual session he had paid for, and the money used to purchase it

The slightly rustled seer place the first of 3 tarot cards upon the table, flipping it face up with a dramatic swish, displacing the fog, which was upsettingly easy to tell how fake it was

"The Fool Reversed! A kindhearted adventurer is unaware of the hooked lure hanging above her"

This being only the important bits, cutting out a lot more pretentious explainy wainy cauliflower.

"The Tower! A sudden change marks a point of no return, from which the adventure is forever altered"

Even Rittle will admit his eyebrows were quite a bit raised, as the lady flipped over his final tarot card.

"The World Reversed, the adventurer has plans of a massive scale, but has either found it difficult in the past, or is currently troubling to finish the job!"

He couldn't deny this was shockingly impressive, a good showing if you will,

Seemingly uncertain how to finish, she blurted out "well that'll be 600 meat!"

Six Hundred? For flipping a few cards and trying to sell some cockamamie garbage, this wouldn't do.

Sitting silently in the chair, Rittle waited for the girl to foolishly inquire again about the ghastly price.

"Uh, ma'am for my services and time that'll be-" like the previous mousey little thing, her face seemed as if a plug had been released, emptying of color.

As she began backpedaling, nervous laughs clawing free of her throat, an unconscious attempt at appeasing whatever blasphemy she's incurred.

Rittle's humanoid form collapsed like the magistral death of a falling sun, the cowardly deer screamed.

Looking for an exit where one no longer existed, it was just it and her, the tent had no opening.

I think, my fees are paid, hm? The clicking and skittering of insects vibrated to the human.

The silly girl shook and cried on the floor, her eyes struck through with terror, of unimaginable horror.

God looked down at her from above it's inky black heavens, crossed with a shade of maroon.

My dues, are yours, tempesting violently like a hurricane had entered this unfortunate girls head.

"y-yes! Yes! They're paid! I swear! Please please don't hurt me! Please!" She screamed as if to stop begging for forgiveness for a moment would truly condemn her to damnation, ah ah ah, pay, me.

"Yes Yes! Okay! You can take everything! It's yours!" Cowering with her head in her arms, finally the beast was pleased, returning to its human shape with the snap of a star twinkling into existence.

"Well see now how hard was that?" Slithered Rittle, his forked tongue, hissing with each S like a snake.

His speech was slow and methodical, as if each word was carefully chosen and enunciated.

The peddler only sat silently, handing over all of the meat she'd received that day, oh no no.

"All of it, Marla" Rittle wrote onto her brain with careless imprecision, "b-but, I need-"

"I'm sorry, here.." pulling out a much larger sack, plumb full of meat, "thank you kindly!"

Rittle blew the bedraggled and haunted woman a kiss on his way out, quite a productive day!

He could faintly hear the sounds of racked sobs emanating from the squinty little tent, as he sauntered on home, the sun was setting softly, it seemed he'd had a bit too much fun with her.

It was daunting enough maintaining this shell, he could feel cracks deepening in the thin flesh surrounding this blackened solar storm.

If he didn't leave soon this ruined body would be unusuable, and he liked pushing her limits.

Exiting the poor girl with the force of ripping out weeds from within her, the host let out a gasping scream before collapsing on the ground, shivering and gurgling as she crawled back into the alley.

He avoided being spotted, if she could even see after having him invade her already greatly sullied brain, he expected she couldn't take much more

Abandoning her to struggle once more, he flowed, a heavy fog, down into sewer grates, seeping into cracks and hitching a ride on the wind

Leaving the unfortunate cringer with blood like stars and skin that pulsed with strange movement

Fully reconstituting himself back within Simone's workshop once again, oh Simmy, it breathed with a musical little trill, I'm back from my days errands

"W-Welcome home.. I made some progress on-" impatient to hear the rest he interrupted

Excellent job, you've gone almost a full day with out failing me! The backhanded praise stung, the poison of a scorpions tail delivering the news.

Simone went back to tinkering miserably with a bolt here, a nut there, and Rittle only smiled.

Part 1 of 1 END! Rittle Continues To Torment Poor Simone, And Another Girl? Who Could She be?

[ao3feed-darkrise]

There is Power in Despair

https://ift.tt/UMatsYx by Nanaille Violet and Justice didn't find Will in the hold that fateful day. Will survived anyway, with a newfound knowledge about himself and the means to enact his vengeance. Words: 2093, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Dark Rise Series - C. S. Pacat Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Will Kempen, James St. Clair, Marcus (Dark Rise Series), Devon (Dark Rise Series), Simon Creen, Violet Ballard, Edmund | Simon Creen's Father, Tom Ballard Relationships: Will Kempen/James St. Clair Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, will doesn't go to the Stewards, Will discovers his powers early, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[radioeuroextasis]

Rose Cora Perry & The Truth Untold - Excuses

a inspiración "Solía creer... que fuiste bueno para mí". Hay algo que decir sobre el poder de una audaz canción de ruptura: Alanis cantó "You Oughta Know", Carly Simon elogió "You're So Vain" y Rose Cora Perry de la galardonada banda de rock canadiense The Truth Untold? Bueno, ella está "harta" de las "Excusas". Al separarse de su antiguo compañero musical, "Excuses" marca una nueva era para The Truth Untold: una que no está lastrada por nociones de convención de género o temas líricos. Más importante aún, más allá de la música, The Truth Untold, como banda, representa la fuerza, la fiereza y un impulso inquebrantable para perseguir tus pasiones. En otras palabras, pura rudeza. En medio de la angustia y la incertidumbre, Perry no se echó atrás. La gira de la banda el verano pasado se mantuvo según lo programado con un miembro de reemplazo reclutado ... en cuestión de días. Y por una buena razón: el sencillo que estaban promocionando en ese momento, "The Cure", estaba recibiendo giros en 55 estaciones de radio y se agregó a más de 50 listas de reproducción de Spotify. El video de apoyo sigue siendo popular, acercándose a las 100,000 visitas en Youtube. "Excuses", el nuevo tema de la banda, es por lo tanto mucho más que el final de una alianza. Se trata de asumir la "responsabilidad", la "rendición de cuentas" y defender lo que crees. Si algo es cierto de Perry es que el "rock'n'roll" corre profundamente por sus venas y no va a dejar que nadie lo olvide. Entregando la reconocida sensibilidad de rock alternativo inspirada en los 90 de la banda, "Excuses" tiene un gran atractivo con su estética punk optimista. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSWnatNXC_w El alter ego del video musical de Perry, la escurridiza Kathryn Gunn, resurge una vez más e imitando a Perry en la vida real, va en serio. Equipada con su pandilla, interpretada por la bajista Jessie Taynton y el nuevo baterista de la banda, Steve Skrtich, Gunn enciende el pasado y marca el comienzo del futuro de la banda. El video es fuego... literalmente. La Prensa "Perry y su banda siguen siendo un faro para aquellos que creen en el poder del rock para provocar pensamiento e inspirar el cambio". ~ Extravafrench "Con ganchos y riffs asesinos durante días, y la credibilidad y el talento para llevarlo todo, Rose Cora Perry y The Truth Untold lo han conseguido todo junto mientras se embarcan en la siguiente fase de su carrera". ~ V13 "Perry y su banda crean música que es a la vez poderosa y que invita a la reflexión."   Read the full article

[lacasasutil]

Simone Weil y los partidos

Ensayo sobre la supresión de los partidos políticos

Simone Weil (con dos ensayos de Simon Leys y epílogo de Czeslaw Milosz), Confluencias. Trad. José Miguel Parra.

La editorial Confluencias está haciendo una gran tarea: su fondo responde a esa idea renacentista de que los libros de un catálogo son las páginas con que el editor escribe su propio libro. Leys –a quien también publicó Confluencias: Ideas ajenas– y Weil pertenecen a ese raro pero fecundo clan de las letras francesas: los escritores católicos. A Leys –sinólogo y chestertoniano– y a Weil –destacada helenista– les cabe lo que decía Nicolás Gómez Dávila de sí mismo: paganos que creen en Cristo. Otro vaso comunicante entre los tres: Milosz fue el primer traductor de Weil al polaco y Leys el primero en traducir este ensayo al inglés (para el NYRB). Los ensayos de los dos ya valen todo el libro (en especial, la anécdota sobre Camus, el Nobel y la visita a la madre de Weil).

El título es chocante y agresivo –sin duda–, y no tiene nada que ver con la clásica, directa elegancia de Weil. Tal vez responde a un gusto por ir al grano, como el de los antiguos. Y como en los antiguos, el ensayo no trata de lo que el título expresamente anuncia; Weil quiere abordar las grandes preguntas, esas que ya no creemos valga la pena hacernos: ¿es la democracia un bien o un mal? Si es un bien, ¿qué clase de bien? Si es un mal, ¿es un mal que valga la pena ser soportado? Eso que el año de 1789 vio nacer, ¿nos hace más o menos libres? Weil avanza con la paciencia de un monje medieval. Y la parábola de Chesterton sobre el monje y la luz ��que Leys cita en su prólogo– ilustra como ninguna por qué necesitamos monjes todavía, quizá más que nunca.

“El verdadero espíritu de 1789 consiste en pensar no que una cosa es buena porque el pueblo la decide, sino en que si se dan ciertas condiciones el deseo del pueblo tiene más posibilidades que ningún otro de ser conforme a la justicia”.

Hoy, aun después de los sobados ejemplos del siglo XX, pocos aceptarían que el problema de la democracia es precisamente que en su sistema de partidos y de mayorías se esconde –sin remedio, como cree Weil– el fantasma del totalitarismo:

“El fin primero, y en el fondo el único, de cualquier partido político es su propio crecimiento, y ello sin límite alguno”.

Y luego:

“Debido a esta triple característica, todo partido es totalitario en germen y en sus aspiraciones”.

“Ninguna cantidad finita de poder podrá ser considerada como suficiente, sobre toda una vez obtenida”.

Estas son las conclusiones, pero los argumentos que Weil utiliza para llegar a ellas no son menos fascinantes. (La teoría de Weil según la cual el sistema de partidos es una institución protestante provocada por la Inquisición es muy original).

Los partidos son malos, sí, pero sus efectos son peores.

“El espíritu de partido lo contamina todo”.

¿Cómo? La respuesta es sencilla, engañosamente sencilla: nos hemos acostumbrado a pensar “a favor” o “en contra”, ¡y en todos los campos del conocimiento! Weil da muchos ejemplos, y cree que todos tenemos un listado personal. Otra vez tiene razón Chesterton:

“Lo que está mal en el mundo es que no nos preguntamos qué está bien”.

[gomoryscamel]

EL AMOR (Dinner in America)

OK, ME PASÓ ALGO INCREIBLE.

Desde hace un tiempo he estado escribiendo una novela de amor. Esta inspiración surgió después de buscar activamente material literario de romance cuyo protagonista masculino principal fuera emo o punk. Desafortunadamente (y por más raro que parezca) este material no es común. Encontré algunas novelas con estas características pero no fueron lo suficientemente satisfactorias de leer porque se tropezaba ocn varios estereotipos y tropos deleznables como la adoración a la policía y la violencia en defensa de los bienes materiales.

Entonces empecé a escribir esperando saciar esta sed de esa clase de material, pero me detuve para que mi proceso personal de separación no se manifestara tan evidentemente en mi obra. Mi texto va de una morra neurodivergente que se enamora de un gótico.

Después continué viendo películas de terror y escribiendo pequeñas historias dentro del género grotesco. No he compartido estas historias porque son parte de un proyecto colectivo más grande, pero eventualmente lo haré.

El chiste es que me hiperfijo con el guapo scream king, final emo boy: Kyle Gallner. A este quisiera comérmelo en un totopo.

Entonces comienzo a revisar toda su filmografía y efectivamente ha hecho muchas, MUCHAS películas de terror. Lo recordaba principalmente como el emo dude de Jennifer´s body y como el emo junkie dude del infame remake de A nightmare on Elm street.

Sorpresa: en su filmografía hay una comedia romántica: American Dinner. En esta película una versión muy punk y madura de Gallner interpreta a Simon, quien es el vocalista de una banda de punk que está siendo constantemente perseguido por la policía. Para ocultar su identidad durante sus presentaciones usa un pasamontañas.

La protagonista se llama Patty y es una morra rarísima que es parte de una familia super teta. Por azares del destino se encuentran y poco a poco desarrollan sentimientos el uno por el otro.

Es casi mágico ver personajes que contrastan tanto entrelazándose tan perfectamente. Al principio parecía que cada uno estaba en una película diferente pero la forma en que se fueron entretejiendo sus motivaciones me encendió un fuego en el corazón que no he sido capaz de apagar desde que la vi.

El guión es muy divertido y sobre todo verosímil. Simon carga con un prejuicio doloroso por parte de todos, incluso de su propia familia. Todos creen que es un ladrón, drogadicto y violento sinsentido. Patty carga con un prejuicio doloroso por parte de todos, incluso de su propia familia. Todos creen que es lenta, tonta, fracasada y débil. Los dos pueden verse mutuamente más allá de esos prejuicios y entender los valores reales que los configuran.

Eso es lo que más me cautivó de esta película, la conexión significativa que representa ver al otro tal y como es, quitándole de encima todas esas etiquetas que alguien más puso allí. Ver y ser visto. Tengo tanta hambre de eso que resulta vergonzoso lo mucho que amé esta película.

La primera escena de beso fue tan intensa que sentí que me elevé un poco del sofá. Salivé como perra de Pavlov. Si algo puedo rogarle a Dios es que por lo menos una vez en la vida me besen así. Todavía siento escalofríos.

Cada uno tiene un momento en la película donde se sincera sobre sus vulnerabilidades. Simon tiene una pelea con sus padres en la mesa y Patty salta a defenderlo. Patty le comparte que le duele ser percibida como una retrasada y Simon la pone en su lugar para recordarle que eso no es para nada cierto en una escena que me hace llorar:

Simon la defiende de esa mierda con enojo, con coraje de que alguien la perciba así (aunque sea ella misma) y esa clase de amor no puede comprarse.

La tensión sexual que se construye a lo largo de la película es una belleza por múltiples motivos. Por un lado el contraste es mágico y por el otro es refrescante ver a una mujer neurodivergente no ser infantilizada.

Patty parece ser una poetisa excepcional, talento que Simon reconoce y aprecia. Adapta uno de sus textos para que sea una HERMOSA canción que nos regala una de las miradas de amor genuino más conmovedoras que he visto:

Su dinámica es tan perfecta como un reloj funcionando al 100 porque no se pierden como individuos, abrazan sus diferencias y estas son el combustible de su amor.

Esta es la historia que mi ser anhelaba tanto. Definitivamente es una película que me toca fibras sensibles y que estará en mi top #1 de romance para siempre. Me duele pensar que esto podría jamás pasarme.

Para finalizar adjunto la escena de la cita de Simon y Patty, que es un remedio para el dolor de alma.

Esta onda me hace sentir cómo mis pupilas se dilatan.

POR CIERTO: La canción de Simon y Patty se llama "Watermelon" y sí está en Spotify. Es lo único que voy a escuchar hasta que se me caigan las orejas.

PS. Siento como si alguien hubiera tomado TODAS las cosas que me gustan para hacer esta película. Es pornografía personal para pepes. Hasta tiene un enmascarado. ME ENCANTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DUM DUM.

[will-kempen]

Minor/Offscreen character names: A guide

I literally always forget the names of these characters so here's a quick reference post for me and for you.

Eleanor Kempen

Will's mother (or at least, the woman who raised him)

Mary (Surname Unknown)

Eleanor's sister/Will's aunt.

Edmund Creen

Simon's father.

Matthew Owens

A former servant of Eleanor and Will's household who saves Will and gives him the medallion at the beginning of the book.

Jannick (Surname Unknown)

The High Janissary, James' father and the adopted father of Cyprian and Marcus.

Helen (Surname Unknown)

Katherine's "Aunt" (or at least, the woman who raised her)

Annabel (Surname Unknown)

Aunt Helen's Lady's Maid

Mrs Dupont (First Name Unknown)

Katherine's Lady's maid and a member of Simon's crew (branded and all)

John Ballard

Tom and Violet's father

Louisa Ballard

Tom's mother and Violet's stepmother

Euphemia (Surname Unknown)

The Elder Steward

Rathorn

Gauthier's executioner ancestor

[unblogparaloschicos]

Cine: La chute de Sparte (2018)

¿Qué saben los adultos sobre los adolescentes?

Los padres de Steeve Simard (Lévi Doré, en su debut cinematográfico) están convencidos de que el ochenta y cinco por ciento de los adolescentes son felices porque lo dice una encuesta publicada en un diario. Steeve sabe que la realidad tiene otro rostro porque lo vive a diario: tímido a más no poder, aunque también bastante perspicaz e intelectual, es un renacuajo en esa selva que se llama colegio Gaston Miron, nombre que honra a un famoso poeta canadiense. Todo lo que (nos) narra, lo hace con una perspectiva épica que involucra a los héroes más notables de la mitología griega. Sólo tiene un amigo, Virgile (Jonathan St-Armand), que participa en el equipo escolar (los Espartanosl), y un amor imposible, Vérónique (Lili-Ann de Francisco), pareja, como no puede ser de otra manera, de Maxime Giroux (Karl Walcott), mariscal en el campo y con comportamiento de bestia bruta fuera de él. De hecho, un incidente en una práctica de Educación Física, en la que Verónique besa su frente, lo convierte en la presa perfecta del feroz atleta, quien lo persigue constantemente junto a sus amigos.

El componente LGBTQ del filme de Tristan Dubois, basado en una novela de Biz (seudónimo de Sébastien Fréchette) no se da en su protagonista sino en un suceso inesperado que involucra a Mathieu St-Amour (Devon O´Connor), figura esencial del equipo con un futuro profesional prometedor, y otro personaje ya mencionado; el hecho trastornará la historia de una forma profunda e inevitable. La que solía ser incluso divertida, debido principalmente a las ocurrencias del personaje de Christophe Latreille (Simon Duchesne) y su horrendo caso de acné, acaba por teñir las vidas de todos de una atmósfera pesada de profunda congoja.

¿Qué saben los adultos sobre los adolescentes? Mucho menos de lo que creen, eso seguro.

[ivanreydereyes]

Sinceramente no tengo ninguna gana ni de cantar ni de hacer el PAYASO en ningún ESCENARIO..tampoco ser ningún personaje público o tener un cargo PUBLICO..solo tengo ganas de FOLLAR LIBRE Y GRATIS O PURO..SIN TONTERIAS..SIN VICIOS O EXCESOS DEL DINERO O SU MORAL..SIN TENER QUE ROGAR, ADORAR O IR DETRAS DE NADIE antes que MUERA como LUIS MARQUEZ o el PRINCIPE DE LECHENSTEIN o SIMONE BOSE cosa q ya no es posible xq supere los 51 años..

Por cierto.. Para FOLLAR se requiere una cierta forma fisica y salud o no tener ninguna anomalia bien congenita o adquirida.. ADEMAS CREO QUE EL MAYOR EJERCICIO O ENERGIA LO PONE EL HOMBRE LO CUAL ME RESULTA AUN MAS CHOCANTE QUE SEA EL HOMBRE EL QUE VAYA TRAS LAS MUJERES O EL QUE PAGUE.. ME GUSTARIA SABER QUE OPINAN DE ESTA REALIDAD UNA PUTA FEMINISTA SOCIALISTA

Recuerdo que PILI una novia que tuvo el ENGLISH [José Maria González PLANT] me dijo que NO TENIA NI MEDIO POLVO..es decir..que no aguantaba nada follando..ahí creo q hay que mejorar la PRODUCTIVIDAD y la ABUNDANCIA..ya está bien de EXPLOTAR HASTA EL SEXO

Esto es una CIVILIZACION de AUTENTICOS LOCOS..DONDE SE CREEN QUE GASTAR MAS ES VIVIR MAS O MEJOR..cuando además YA NI SE PUEDE x mucha INUTIL CUMBRE CLIMATICA QUE ANUNCIE EL PUTO BERNABEU

[karinonsan]

We know Simon and his father was hunting the bloods of the Lady, and they thought it was Eleanor, her sister, and Will, so they cant know the Kent sisters are one.

But they suspect Katherine is something tho? Or Simon picking Katherine is just purely based on looks/social norm? And Katherine afterwards having been the champion's vessel is just a happy coincidence. But I agree there might be some ritual somewhere... maybe they:

1. Expected the Dark King coming back like the way the Champion did--through a vessel / as a returner. And that vessel is someone who has the Dark King's blood, ie the Creen line. "a bride worthy of HIM". But Phillip was the one who had to marry Katherine/Visander tho... So if He came back as Phillip, and they get married, they would somehow be, idk, circumvent some kind of curse? Because the Dark line has the Light's champion in their hand? @_@

2. Their union would make way for Him. The Dark King? The Sun King? The Fourth King's last descendant who would "save" the world and rule everything else afterwards? Sinclair seems to be gathering everything from every side possible to make sure he came on top--like playing both side or smth. So if he somehow fail to bring/control the Dark King, at least his adversary is on his grasp too so they can destroy him if it comes to that??

GUYYSSSS

Why was Prescott happy when he found out Katherine was Visander?? If he knows who Visander is then he knows his goal is to kill the Dark King. And why was he insistent they get married??

“I am Visander, the Queen’s Champion, returned to this world to kill the Dark King.’

Prescott smiled. The expression filled his eyes with gratification.”

Was it some weird ritual? blood of lady + blood of sarcean?

“She is a bride worthy of you,’ Mr Prescott said. ‘A bride worthy of Him. I believe He would approve heartily of all we are about to do.”