#Lenore Lang

[valerie2590]

Emo/Scene/Punk/Goth/Ysk Part 2

[writergracethepanda]

Rosorion, you will always be my favorite.

[myfavoritemonster]

Some more of the girls, ft. Bela.

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY

THANK YOU LENORE <33333

[duckprintspress]

I'm starting to feel like how long my read lists are is revealing dangerous things about my psychological state, lmao. So yeah. still reading my body weight in manga and graphic novels. Sorry not sorry? Apparently, I read a whopping 66 books last month; four of them were novels. As usual, most of the graphic novels are from my local library, and most of the manga is from Libby. During March, I read:

Yona of the Dawn vol. 10 and 11 by Mizuho Kusanagi

Go with the Flow by Lily Williams and Karen Schneemann

The Summer With You: The Sequel by Nagisa Furuya

Mashle: Magic and Muscles vol. 1 by Hajime Komoto

Hitorijime My Hero vol. 5 to 8 by Memeco Arii

Stars of Chaos: Sha Po Lang vol. 5 by priest

Haikyu!! vol. 23 by Haruichi Furudate

Jujutsu Kaisen vol. 4 and 5 by Gege Akutami

I Hear the Sunspot by Yuki Fumino

The Missing Piece by Kun Yi Wei Lou

Spy x Family vol. 5 and 6 by Tatsuya Endo

I Hear the Sunspot: Theory of Happiness by Yuki Fumino

The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal: Omnibus by E. K. Weaver

Go For It Again, Nakamura! by Syundei

How to Be a Werewolf vol. 1 by Shawn Lenore

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba vol. 13 and 14 by Koyoharu Gotouge

Dekoboko Sugar Days by Atsuko Yusen

Witch Hat Atelier vol. 1 by Kamome Shirahama

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! vol. 5 to 8 by Yuu Toyota

Koimonogatari: Love Stories vol. 1 by Tohru Tagura

The Way of the Househusband vol. 1 and 2 by Kousuke Oono

Solo Leveling vol. 7 to 14 by Chugong

Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle

I Hear the Sunspot: Limit vol. 1 to 3 by Yuki Fumino

The Salt in the Sea by J. D. Rivers

Acid Town vol. 1 by Kyuugou

The Glass Scientists vol. 1 and 2 by S. H. Cotugno

Loved Circus by Nemui Asada

Snow Fairy by Tomo Serizawa

Bingo Love by Tee Franklin

I'm Looking for Serious Love! by Shoko Rakuta

Dekoboko Bittersweet Days by Atsuko Yusen

Dekoboko Sugar Days extras vol. 1 and 2 by Atsuko Yusen

Tristan and Lancelot: A Tale of Two Knights by James Persichetti

I Felt Myself Slipping by Ray Nadine

Global Examination vol. 1 by Mu Su Li

I Hear the Sunspot: Four Seasons vol. 1 and 2 by Yuki Fumino

Send Them a Farewell Gift for the Lost Time by Cocomi

A Complicated Omega's Second Love by Kichi Uekawa

Yagi the Bookshop Goat by Fumi Furukawa

A Kiss that Stains the Innocence by Emu Soutome

My Beautiful Man vol. 1 by Yuu Nagira

White Liar by Tomo Serizawa

[byneddiedingo]

Sudden Fear (David Miller, 1952)

Cast: Joan Crawford, Jack Palance, Gloria Grahame, Bruce Bennett, Virginia Huston, Mike Connors. Screenplay: Lenore J. Coffee, Robert Smith, based on a story by Edna Sherry. Cinematography: Charles Lang. Art direction: Boris Leven. Film editing: Leon Barsha. Music: Elmer Bernstein.

JOAN CRAWFORD as "MYRA HUDSON" in SUDDEN FEAR — 1952, dir. David Miller

[dream-girls-evil]

Sharon Stone looks like a face morph of Jessica Lange and Gillian Anderson in the best way possible.

[byneddiedingo]

Henry Daniell and Greta Garbo in Camille (George Cukor, 1936) Cast: Greta Garbo, Robert Taylor, Henry Daniell, Lionel Barrymore, Laura Hope Crews, Jessie Ralph, Lenore Ulric, Rex O'Malley, Elizabeth Allan. Screenplay: Zoe Akins, Frances Marion, James Hilton, based on a novel and play by Alexandre Dumas fils. Cinematography: William H. Daniels, Karl Freund. Art direction: Cedric Gibbons, Fredric Hope, Edwin B. Willis. Music: Herbert Stothart. Costume design: Adrian. MGM was notoriously a producers' studio, a factory system in which the director was rarely allowed to stand out as the guiding influence on a movie. But somehow out of MGM's producer-driven concentration on high style in sets and costumes, and above all on the production of "more stars than there are in the heavens," George Cukor managed to emerge as one of the great directors. He did it in part by his ability to elicit definitive performances from actresses like Katharine Hepburn and Joan Crawford -- and later Judy Holliday and Judy Garland -- but most especially from Greta Garbo in Camille. Garbo's Marguerite Gautier is one of the great creations by an actress in the movies, but the remarkable thing about Camille is that Cukor is able to keep her performance from swamping the film. He remembers that there is an ensemble to work with that includes not only such formidable scene-stealers as Lionel Barrymore and Laura Hope Crews, but also a raw, untrained leading man, Robert Taylor. It's to Cukor's credit that Taylor holds up as well as he does against a luminous presence like Garbo, though it's perhaps to Garbo's credit that she makes us believe Marguerite is so profoundly infatuated with a man who has nothing but good looks to work with. Though Camille was always destined to be The Greta Garbo Show, Cukor makes her part of a very entertaining whole. He manages to modulate Barrymore's usual camera-hogging and turn him into a credible concerned paterfamilias -- in fact, Cukor directed two of the few Barrymore performances I really find myself enjoying, the other being Mr. Peggotty in David Copperfield (1935). He tames another performance that could have got out of hand in Henry Daniell's arrogant Baron de Varville, though he might have reined in Daniell's attempt to turn the French baron into an English upperclass ass: Daniell lays on the r-tapping (e.g., "veddy" for "very") a little heavily, and when he's asked if he wants to dine replies, "Ai'm not hungreh." Which brings us back to Garbo, who is glorious from her febrile first moment, clutching the camellias as if they were life itself slipping away, to her last, a death scene that has never been equaled. Garbo knew that the best performances are the most "actressy," the ones that transcend realism, that throw down a challenge to other actresses: Top this if you can. It's a knowledge demonstrated by many others, from Bette Davis and Joan Crawford to Jessica Lange and Meryl Streep. (Jennifer Lawrence shows signs of learning it, too.) Call it camp if you will, label them divas if you want, but the movies would be poorer without it.

[seoafin]

alrightttttt i haven't read all the books on this list (which I've marked with a * but also please please PLEASE heed the trigger warnings for every single book lmfao)

anything by sayaka murata convenience store woman and earthlings >>>>

can't put together a horror list without THEEE vegetarian by han kang

mexican gothic by silvia moreno-garcia

a dowry of blood by ST gibson

boy parts by eliza clark - someone described this as female manipulator/chic diet/coquette core tumblr and i wholeheartedly agree but it's entertaining nonetheless

a certain hunger by chelsea g. summers - IT'S SATIRE DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY

cursed bunny by bora chung

the doloriad (HEAVY TWs please don't take this one lightly)

people in the room by norah lange*

mina by kim sagwa*

ANNIHILATION JEFF VANDERMEER

these are more unsettling creepy vibe books

stupid children by lenore zion

angel meat by laura lee bahr* (on my to read list!)

my husband by maud ventura*

queen I need your horror literature Recs I know you have them!!!

I'm out rn but I will come back to this ask promise

[hopscotchfriday]

Brand New Cherry Flavor

Thank goodness the 90s are weird again. 

Which is not to say that the decade of third way politics and history ending did not have a prepackaged feel to it. I distinctly remember a sense that mainstream music, film and television had a studied ambience, like the exam paper of a student who had stolen the answers. 

But the early internet, pirate radio - and occasional weirdos I happened to associate with at house parties - were often a useful source of less traveled culture, pointing out cult artifacts of the time. Someone would put me on to Hal Hartley, Blonde Redhead, Sadie Plant, or Rachel Pollack’s Doom Patrol (not to mention Steven Shaviro’s Doom Patrols). 

My point being, there was plenty weird and coolly bleak about the 90s, a knife-edge to set you at unease, at odds with the hyper-commercialised calm of the time. 

Which is my long preamble to Nick Antosca and Lenore Zion/Netflix adaptation of Todd Grimson’s cult novel Brand New Cherry Flavor.

Oozing with gonzo weirdness and queer asides - stars Rosa Salazar and Catherine Keener are simply unstoppable - this show retains the 90s setting of the novel, but uses only a small segment of the plot, focusing on Grimson’s black magic shenanigans in a seedy LA. 

The story is initially, deceptively, straightforward. Lisa Nova (Salazar) arrives in LA having recently finished a disturbing short film. Advance notice of her burgeoning talent, from what we see of the film there are touches of Bunuel and Kenneth Anger, has drawn the attention of skeevy yet avuncular producer Lou Burke (Eric Lange, just vibrating with nervous energy). The pair meet, Lou begins couching her on how to pitch her talent to investors and journalists and then, predictably, he makes a move. 

It is at this point Boro (Keener) appears, although her presence has been hinted at a few times already. She offers Lisa a deal - enter into a magical pact with her, and Lou Burke will suffer. The young film-maker is at first bemused. When Lou steals Lisa’s film away from her, offering the feature director gig to a less talented, mediocre young man, Lisa runs to Boro and the aforementioned black magic shenanigans begin. 

Oh and yes, there are scenes of Salazar ‘vomiting’ up newborn kittens, appearances by mummy-like spectres, spontaneous sex organs. Shenanigans, you see. 

At this point the show tends to earn the descriptor ‘Lynchian’ from folks. I was reminded more of Gregg Araki’s films, particularly Nowhere. 

Not only is there a shared vibe of hypercapitalist satire, such as hitmen easily found in local diners (ok, so maybe there is a hint of Mulholland Drive here, as well as the inimitable Patrick Fischler!), the coterie of beautiful boys doomed by their proximity to Lisa feels more like Araki than Lynch (who prefers to visit suffering and tragedy on pretty young women). 

For one, Roy Hardaway (Jeff Ward) enters the story as a famous blockbuster action star with a death wish, and quickly becomes obsessed with Lisa. She ‘brings out’ his self-destructive nature, he confesses. And Ward, looking pale, sunken-eyed and unhealthily skinny, seems fully aware that he is caught in some death trip, but is unable to swerve away. Memories of Montgomery (Nathan Bexton) from Nowhere there. 

Oh and did I mention the zombies? This show has zombies - more of the resurrected from some ritual, Haitian tradition, than Romero flesh eaters, but yes. They are there. One of the sour jokes of the show is Boro’s horde of visibly rotting undead easily navigate LA without many batting an eyelid. 

When one character falls afoul of Boro, their condition is mistaken by most - with the exception of Lisa, now wise to the bruja trap she is caught in - to be the result of a lost weekend. 

To be honest I am glad the show cuts off the story before Lisa’s trip to Brazil from the book. I read enough comics and novels in the 90s by pale Anglophone men riffing on their impressions of Native American mysticism, or voodoo ritual. 

Antosca and Zion presenting LA as a closed system of greed, exploitation, but also tragically naive druggy dreaminess, feels more apt, both to the use of magick as a metaphor for power imbalances, and the stillborn potential of the 90s. 

Which is to say - Manny Jacinto is also in this, and he will break your heart. 

So, so doomed. 

 - Emmet O’Cuana

[writergracethepanda]

Inspired by Lenore's (@no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist), what would date nights look like for all of the couples?

[aion-rsa]

Brand New Cherry Flavor is Top Notch Horror…With Kittens!

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Most of the kittens in new Netflix horror series Brand New Cherry Flavor are puppets. Sometimes, however, you need the real thing…like for a scene in which a gang of gatos devour a dead coyote.

“We love cats. So that was a fun day,” series co-creator Nick Antosca tells Den of Geek. “The cats are professional actors. So they do exactly what you tell them and they never mess up a take. That’s a joke.”

Why open a story about a horror series with an anecdote about kittens, you might ask? Because, as the coyote-eating portion of that anecdote might indicate, Brand New Cherry Flavor isn’t your typical kind of horror tale. Based on a novel of the same name from Todd Grimson, the show is set in early ‘90s Hollywood and follows a talented indie filmmaker Lisa Nova (Rosa Salazar) as she does whatever it takes to direct her first big feature.

When we say “whatever it takes,” we mean whatever it takes. After sleazy film producer Lou Burke (Eric Lange) treats Lisa Nova how you might imagine a sleazy ‘90s Hollywood producer would, Lisa goes all in on a supernatural revenge plot. She enlists the help of local witch Boro (Catherine Keener) to make Lou’s life a living hell. Of course, deals with the devil don’t always work out as one might hope. What follows is a grim kaleidoscope of guinea pig guts, cocaine worms, blood, immolation, death, and yes, itty bitty kitties that Lisa vomits up and offers to Boro as tribute.

Shepherding this stylish, atmospheric tale for Netflix are two horror adaptation veterans: Nick Antosca and Lenore Zion, both previously of Syfy’s creepypasta anthology series Channel Zero. In seeking another horror story that could translate well to the screen, Antosca was gripped by the surreal nightmarish qualities of Grimson’s book. 

“I had not heard of it before, and it just took me by surprise,” Antosca says. “It was a hybrid of all these different genres.”

When Antosca enlisted Zion’s help to render the book’s imagination on a bigger canvas, she jumped at the opportunity. 

“The thing that I love most about the book is the wild unpredictability of the story,” she says. “No matter what, you never know what’s coming next. That’s kind of a dream for a television adaptation.”

What each writer found most intriguing about Brand New Cherry Flavor, however, was its protagonist. Lisa Nova is a fascinating creation – a determined young woman who makes a curious decision and then mostly sticks with it despite the veritable mountain of trippy magical consequences that follows.

“I hadn’t quite read somebody like (Lisa Nova) before,” Antosca says. “She’s sort of amoral, but at the same time, I really relate to her. She’s got all this stuff inside of her that she has to get out. It’s a creative journey.”

In casting Lisa Nova, the show turned to a young actress who knows a thing or two about unusual protagonists. Rosa Salazar is a talented, funny performer with big, expressive eyes. And yet, the two most prominent roles of her career thus far removed her physical presence from the equation entirely. As the titular character in Alita: Battle Angel, Salazar provided only her voice and movements to an uncanny CGI creation. As Alma in Amazon Prime’s Undone, Salazar’s performance is rotoscoped over with animation. 

Brand New Cherry Flavor provides Salazar with eight full episodes of television to really sink her teeth into a bloody good role.

“What we needed for Lisa Nova was somebody who was able to project real strength, but also vulnerability. We needed somebody who had good comic timing and somebody who was down for really, really weird storylines. Rosa is all of that. She brought everything that we wanted and more to the role,” Zion says.

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While casting the lead of Brand New Cherry Flavor was crucial, finding an actress mysterious and charismatic enough to portray an early ‘90s Hollywood witch was also no easy task. Thankfully Catherine Keener exists (thankfully that she exists for this role in particular, but also just in general).

“This sounds weird, but I felt like Catherine Keener kind of has a rockstar vibe. She just seems really cool,” Antosca says. “She’s always cast in these grounded, stripped down roles and we just wanted to bring out the rockstar that we felt was hiding inside. When we first met her, she was like ‘come over and I’ll show you some really cool vintage clothes that I got in Miami.’ A lot of that ended up being what Boro wears in the show.”

Though Boro’s wardrobe comes from South Florida, Brand New Cherry Flavor’s vibes are distinctly LA.

“We tried to create a nightmare cinematic version of LA in the nineties, not like a documentary recreation or anything like that. We were inspired by Lost Highway, True Romance, and a lot of those movies from back then,” Antosca says.

Interestingly enough, Antosca notes that when Grimson originally wrote the novel, he had never been to Los Angeles. And yet, his dreamlike depiction of Hollywood’s dark magic was on point. Sometimes Los Angeles feels like more of a concept than a location, and that’s a sensation that Brand New Cherry Flavor is happy to exploit.

“It’s the version of reality that’s just a few standard deviations away from what it really is,” Zion says. 

Given the often terrifying reality at play in Brand New Cherry Flavor, one would hope it was more than just a few standard deviations away from ours. But alas, this is a distinctly American tale…vomited kittens and all.

All eight episodes of Brand New Cherry Flavor are available to stream on Netflix now.

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[illuminans]

imagine lenore osgood being played by jessica lange tho?????? iconic. 

[myrtlelovessunshine]

Du warst süss, bis…

-   ich festgestellt hab, dass die Sache mit der Glatze genetisch bedingt ist.

-   du sie trotzdem nicht regelmässig schön rasiert hast oder manchmal einfach einzelne Haare nicht erwischt oder übersehen hast. Da stand dann so ein einzelnes störrisches Haar ab.

-   ich gesehen habe, wie übervoll du den Geschirrspüler machst. Und dich dann gewundert hast, weil es nicht sauber wurde. Ja genau, das lag sicher an der Maschine. An wem sonst.

-   dein Aufwand vor unseren Treffen deutlich abgenommen hat. Als Beispiel: Deinen drei-(äh bei dir sieben)-Tage-Bart rasieren, damit ich mir beim Knutschen nicht das halbe Gesicht aufscheuere.

-   dein Triathlonrad (Achtung, das ist NICHT DASSELBE wie ein Rennrad!) deine neue Flamme wurde.

-   ich aufgrund der Menge an leeren bzw. halbvollen Plastikflaschen in deinem Auto kaum noch Platz hatte. Dazu noch das oben erwähnte Rad mit rein und ich konnte mich auf der sechsstündigen Fahrt quasi nicht mehr bewegen. P.S.: Es war ein Renault Twingo! Jetzt kann man sich das plastischer vorstellen.

-   ich gesehen habe, dass du auf Fotos immer den Daumen hochhältst.

-   ich festgestellt habe, dass du gewisse Verhütungsmittel nicht anwenden kannst. «Vermutlich eine Latex-Allergie», lautet ja die gängige Ausrede…

-   ich das erste Wochenende bei deinen Eltern den Sonntag nur mit ihnen verbrachte, weil du den ganzen Tag mit deinem Hobby beschäftigt warst. Wir durften am Rand auf dich warten und dir so dreimal zuwinken. Dazu durfte ich natürlich ebenfalls um 5 Uhr morgens aufstehen.

-   ich gesehen habe, dass du gern Pasta mit Ketchup isst.

-   ich deine Sammlung angebrochener Cocktail- und Knoblauchsauceflaschen von Heinz im Kühlschrank gesehen hab.

-   du mir erzählt hast, dass du seit 5 Jahren nicht beim Zahnarzt warst. Obwohl ich wegen deiner Zahnarztphobie sogar mitgekommen wäre, weil du Zahnweh hattest, kam dann doch nie ein Termin zustande. Der letzte dürfte inzwischen ein Jahrzehnt her sein... Meridol reicht ja auch.

-   du mir keine Chance gegeben hast, dein Hobby mit dir gemeinsam zu erfahren (im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes fahren).

-   du beim kleinsten Kratzen im Hals sofort die maximale Dosis Immunabwehrmittel (auch kombiniert, entgegen jeder Empfehlung) eingenommen hast. Am liebsten hättest du dich direkt eine Woche krankgemeldet. Aber wehe, das Training hätte darunter leiden können.

-   du dachtest, ich sei quasi käuflich, wenn das ganze Jahr nach deiner Nase geplant wurde und für mich ja dann 1-2 besondere Wochenendausflüge drin waren.

-   du keinen Wert auf Gegenstände gelegt hast, obwohl sie dir z.B. für das Hobby wichtig waren und auch teuer. In deinem Auto leuchtete drei Jahre lang dieselbe Warnleuchte. Als ob dich das gekümmert hätte. Komisch, dass das Auto im Winter im Tiefschnee dann nicht mehr anspringen wollte.

-   du mir vorgegaukelt hast, wenn du dann mal eigene Kinder haben würdest, wärst du weniger egoistisch. Ich glaube, sogar mit dir als Ehemann fühlt man sich wie eine Alleinerziehende.

-   ich gemerkt habe, dass du keinerlei Verantwortung übernehmen kannst. Ausrede: «Ich bin halt schludrig.» Also bei ALLEM.

-   du mit Freunden immer nur über Themen geredet hast, bei denen ich einfach nicht mitreden konnte. Kennenlernen war da eher schwierig.

-   du nicht verstehen wolltest, dass ich mich beim Duschen nunmal nicht verbrühen mag. Man sollte definitiv nicht so heiss duschen.

-   es hiess, dass du in deinem Elternhaus angeblich nicht gelernt hast, mit Konflikten umzugehen und sie zu lösen. Ja klar, als ob deine Mutter nicht mal einen Anfall hatte, wenn sie in deinen Jugendjahren dein Zimmer gesehen hat. Oder hat sie dir ohne einen Mucks hinterhergeputzt?!

-   ich festgestellt habe, dass an diversen Gegenständen von dir ein merkwürdiger Staub oder Dreck haftet und sich regelrecht klebrig anfühlt und kaum noch entfernen lässt. Das entsteht offenbar, wenn man nie etwas wirklich putzt.

-   dir Facebook für unsere Beziehung schon etwas zu offiziell war. Nach über 1 Jahr.

-   ich gemerkt habe, dass du dich nicht richtig für mein Leben, meine Freunde und Familie interessiert hast. Mit niemandem hast du wirklich mal gesprochen.

-   du meintest, du müsstest mich ständig motivieren, obwohl ich meine Entscheidungen im Gegensatz zu dir einfach gerne etwas bedachter treffe. Und nicht den ganzen Tag sinnlose und egoistische Dinge tue.

-   dein Kumpel an Silvester mit seiner Freundin da war und mich sogar fast betatscht hat. Und im Nachhinein klar wurde, dass ihn niemand mag ausser du.

-   du deine nassen Schwimm- oder Laufsachen einfach mehrere Tage in einem Plastikbeutel im Auto hast vermodern lassen, bei jeglichen Temperaturen. Und danach wieder für die nächste Einheit getragen hast.

-   du meintest, du müsstest meiner Familie gegenüber dann schon mal die Meinung sagen.

-   du nur Wäsche gewaschen hast, wenn es sonst nicht mehr ging. Als ich das auch für dich gemacht hab, hast du das nicht weiter geschätzt.

-   mein Vater mir sein Sprühdeo für dich geben wollte, weil ihn die Moder-Schweisswolke wohl fast umgehauen haben muss, als du nur kurz an ihm vorbei nach draussen zum Joggen gegangen bist.

-   selbst die Lenor Unstoppables Waschperlen keine Chance gegen den Geruch deiner Sportklamotten hatten.

-   du den Respekt vor mir nach und nach verloren hast. Oder hattest du ihn jemals?

-   es dir komplett egal war, mich in für mich unangenehme Situationen zu bringen. Zum Beispiel wegen des Lärms.

-   du von Nachbarn eine Beschwerde wegen Müllgestanks aus deiner Wohnung bekommen hast.

-   jeder kleine Gefallen für mich in unserer gemeinsamen Wohnung zu viel für dich war und ich dich nie nur ein Mal um etwas gebeten habe. Ständig musste ich dich erinnern, selbst wenn du mir zuerst freudig zugesichert hattest, das zu übernehmen.

-   du alles, was mir wichtig ist, kategorisch nicht ernst genommen hast.

-   ich festgestellt habe, dass sich in deinem Freundeskreis ausschliesslich Extremsportler finden.

-   ich gemerkt habe, dass du Musik kaum schätzt.

-   du meine Bedürfnisse kaum beachtet hast. Je länger, je weniger.

-   du nicht mal gemeinsame Ferien selbst planen konntest. Ein ganzes Jahr mit Trainingslager und Trainingsplänen natürlich schon, wer braucht schon Urlaub?

-   ich wusste, dass du nicht so bald dein Zahnbürsteli wechseln würdest.

-   ich den Chat mit der andern gesehen habe.

-   ich gesehen habe, dass du ihr gegenüber behauptest, ordentlicher zu sein, wenn du mit jemandem zusammenwohnst. In welcher Welt versteht man «ordentlich» so wie du?!?

-   du dich mit einer eingelassen hast, die selbst vergeben ist.

-   der Mensch, den ich 3 Jahre geliebt habe und meinte, zu kennen, von einem Tag auf den andern nicht mehr derselbe war. Mir ins Gesicht log. Und ich merkte es.

-   du offiziell zum Loser ernannt wurdest.

SETZ BITTE KEINE KINDER IN DIE WELT!

-L.

[gone-to-oregone]

Under-Rated Starkid/TCB/Shipwrecked Moments or Things I Love Hearing/Seeing (clean)

(as rated by a po-Tay-to who kind of knows what she’s talking about. Contains spoilers)

Starkid:

Craphole saying “owwww I thought I was better!” at the end of When You Gotta Go (cast recording) (also the “nope! Put me down!” and “mom! owwww!” )

Meredith’s “We’re all just pawns in a f-king game of chess!” in The American way

( @realshowstopper ) Mr. Davidson’s “MeLISsa, get my wOIFe on the phOWneforme!”

The entirety of Climate Change: the intricacy of the harmonies, the percussion behind them, the choreo *chef kiss*

The No One Mourns The Wicked-based chord from Wicked in Dream a Little Harder honestly brothers Lang are so smart

“yEAH IM SMOKIN POT!”

“tHERE I WAS AT THE PEARLY GATES AND SAINT PETER SAID TO ME, OH (SLIPPERY WHEN WET/MOUTHFACE) THERE IS A FOOL (CHILD/FAMILY) WAITING FOR YOU”

Robert’s vocal crack ( I guess? ) in “Show Me Your Hands” ( “Check your mirror, you’ll find hell has arri-ived!” )

“his bRAINS fell out!” / “I don’t know how, I’m not a doctor!” / “How do you know, you’re not a doctor, either!”

The Cup of Poisoned harmonies

Meredith’s bongos in the background of the Rogues Medley from Apocolyptour

MegaGirl’s “The weyyyyy ieeeeeee deeeewwwwww” from The Way I Do

“Yeah, well, we’re not gonna get very far as a bunch of f-kin farmers.”

“Maybe someone who keeps you lusted!”/“That’s- that’s too many!”

Tiblyn’s soprano line in The Night Belongs To Snarl ( “We face each day but we run from the night/every sound that we hear leaves us startled/because we know the night belongs to Snarl” )

The marimba in the back of several Firebringer songs (Jamila’s Lament, The Night Belongs To Us)

Meredith’s dorky dance in the Rogues Medley (Apocalyptour) while Brian sings (“Look no further than here/to see a penguin without fear”)

Jaime low-key being seen as she quick-changes from the general to Nora during Inevitable

Tin Can Bros:

The “I love you, too!” in Not So Bad ( Lauren )

The fact that you can hear Mary Kate in any song she’s in because she’s so gosh-darn articulate! ( In the background of every song she’s in the ensemble of, and there’s specific parts like “Like ripping my toenails right off of my feet” / “He was dropped on his head as a baby”/“Too Bad the House always wins, Roll the dice and sat a prayer” )

Esther’s “aaAAAAAAHHHHH!” in the opening song of Solve it Squad/ “Jinkies! Jeepers! Where the jink are my jinking glasses?”

Mary Kate’s solo in Spy Dance

The harmonies in One Step Ahead

Tessa’s little subtle inflections in “Pay Attention” ( “I need a vaCAtion” / “Yes, it’s a LIE detector” / “Even improves libido! (Really?) No!” )

How gosh darn pretty Not So Bad is even though it’s about... well... nazis...

Shipwrecked:

Oscar saying “yes... that’s what I meant” when he says he wants George Eliot to be his partner when they split up

Literally every face Lenore makes in the background/all of her lines/the fact that she uses “totes” and whatnot in that setting

“Edgar, I’m terribly frightened”

“Come on, Annabel, you can do it. You. Can be. Scary.”

Emily’s “...you invited me...”

HG slapping Oscar instead of high-fiving Lenore

The beauty that is Fig Wineshine

Edgar revealing how he was planning to kill Eddie (Submitted by @agent-of-shipwrecked )

All of Edgar’s names for ‘Eddie’ (submitted by @agent-of-shipwrecked )

Edgar carrying in Annabel’s dead body (😭) (submitted by @agent-of-shipwrecked )

If you have any moments to add, please feel free to do so in the tags or replies and I’ll add them here with your tag :)

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The Future Is History - OC List

Name | Codename | Abilities

Yasha Barnes | Whisper | Empath/Psychic; enhanced senses/strength/speed; superhuman healing.

Daniel Barnes | Silence | Empath; can become noncorporeal and/or invisible; enhanced sense/strength/speed; superhuman healing.

Rebekah Barnes | Spiderling | Wall-crawling; venom and fangs; enhanced sense/strength/speed; superhuman healing.

Sarah Rogers | Ash | Fire manipulation/creation; enhanced senses/strength/speed; superhuman healing.

Grant Rogers | Bones | Enhanced senses/strength/speed; superhuman healing.

Teigen Rogers | Mouse | Enhanced senses/strength/speed; superhuman healing.

Torunn Thordauttir | Discharge | Superhuman strength/stamina/speed; longevity, extreme durability, and superhuman healing; electricity manipulation/creation.

Magda Thordauttir | Eclipse | Superhuman strength/stamina/speed; longevity, extreme durability, and superhuman healing; magic; creates/controls “darkness”/shadows.

Lenore Lokidauttir | Frost | Ice manipulation; cold immunity; superhuman strength/stamina/speed; longevity and superhuman healing; magic.

Uma Lokidauttir | Current | Ice manipulation; cold immunity; superhuman strength/stamina/speed; longevity and superhuman healing; water-based magic.

Asmund Lokison | Plague | Ice manipulation; cold immunity; superhuman strength/stamina/speed; longevity and superhuman healing; healing/sickness-based magic.

Francis Barton | Gimmick | Martial arts training; master marksman.

Azari, Son of T’Challa | Fuse | Electricity generation and manipulation; enhanced agility.

Zataniah, Daughter of T’Challa | Ink | Creates anything from ink; enhanced agility.

Henry Lang-Pym | Sting | Size manipulation, insect manipulation, flight, bio-kinetic “stings” due to technology; genius IQ.

Anthony Stark, Jr. “AJ” | Cryptic | Psychic; clairvoyant; genius IQ.

Morgan Stark | Wireless | Technopath; genius IQ.

Alexander Rhodes | Barrage | War Machine armor.

Juliann Banner | Hazard | Superhuman durability/strength/longevity/stamina.

Luna Maximoff | Aura | Emphath.

Thomas Maximoff | Speed | Superhuman speed/healing; can “talk to machines.

William Maximoff | Pandemonium | Reality manipulation; chaos; can “talk” to machines.

Riley Wilson | Twin | Shape-shifting (no known limit, as long as he’s in one piece)