#Monsieur Bouc

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Ariadne: you've never had any real friends

Bouc rising from the grave: how DARE you?????

[hiiisorryimlate]

when the comic relief gets serious,

when the trustworthy sidekick finally gets a life,

and when everyone is invested in the golden retriever,

that is when the author must kill

[burningvelvet]

i watched murder on the orient express and was not expecting to find a new viable lord byron fancast but tom bateman as bouc is literally byron... + the swiss alps setting is so lake geneva 1816... + wish he got to have more witty one-liners during the second and third acts like he did in the first act (why did he just fade into the background as a secondary character!!! what a wasted opportunity after his hilarious intro)

[libero-de-mente]

MIO CUORE

Ho un cuore debole.

Nulla di romantico. È più fisica la questione, anzi cardiaca.

Il mio cuore fa male, risulta come stanco.

Così sono finito al pronto soccorso, uno di quelli in città.

Nuovo, di recente costruzione in cui mi hanno accolto.

Al triage sono bastate due parole, dammi due parole "cuore" e "dolore", una in meno delle tre parole che cantavamo quasi tutti nel 2001.

Mi ritrovo proiettato in una realtà che non assaporavo da anni, fatta di dolore ed emergenze, di speranze e di rassegnazione, spesso disperazione.

Sdraiato su di un lettino, con cavi attaccati e flebo. Prelievi e TAC.

Osservo, senza essere invasivo e persistente, le persone che condividono la stanza. Sento i loro lamenti. Sono per lo più persone anziane.

Una signora si lamenta: "La testa vola via, aiuto".

Penso alla mia di testa, sempre staccata metaforicamente dal mio corpo, tipo "io e te, tre metri scopra il collo".

Passano le ore. Ho con me il Kindle, sono un lettore atipico.

Ho bisogno di un'atmosfera serena per leggere, il frastuono mi distrae, in questo ambiente tra i bip-bip degli elettrocardiografi, le voci, i lamenti, le suonerie telefoniche improbabili delle persone anziane che cercano di rispondere goffamente alle telefonate dei loro parenti è il caos.

Opto quindi per un libro già letto, in maniera che qualsiasi distrazione non mi faccia perdere il filo, conoscendola già, della trama.

Sono stato ricoverato un bel po', di ore dico, tanto che ho iniziato e finito Assassinio sull'Orient-Express, di Agatha Christie. Adoro.

La scelta è stata dettata perché, come sul vagone del treno, ci sono le cuccette. Individuo in un anziano signore, dispotico con le infermiere, il signor Ratchett. Una signora seduta con modi eleganti mi ricorda la principessa Natalia Dragomiroff, mentre un'altra signora è simile a Hildegard Schmidt la sua cameriera.

Mi immedesimo in Hercule Poirot, più alla Kenneth Branagh che alla David Suchet per una questione prettamente d'aspetto fisico, e mi manca tanto avere accanto un Monsieur Bouc.

La mia dedizione alla lettura viene sospesa, quand'essa viene catturata da un uomo. Lo hanno fatto entrare e si avvicina alla persona anziana che sta sulla mia sinistra.

La tendina divisoria non mi mostra il volto, ma lo sento respirare attaccato alla maschera per l'ossigeno con molte difficoltà.

Non è una semplice visita di cortesia, mi sembra un saluto.

L'uomo in lacrime chiama "papà" la persona che sta lottando con un respiratore. Gli dice che è fiero di lui, che è orgoglioso della vita insieme a lui. Che non deve mollare, che domani tornerà a trovarlo e si rivedranno sicuramente. Ma il suo volto, mentre si girava per uscire passandomi davanti, diceva tutt'altro. Con gli occhi pieni di lacrime.

Come se quelle parole dette fossero un probabile addio.

Sono stato dimesso in piena notte. Ventiquattrore che non dormo.

Il mio cuore stanco faceva male.

Ce la caveremo entrambi, me la caverò con una cura.

Ho salutato tutte le infermiere e i medici presenti, ringraziandoli.

Ho salutato la signora "Hildegard Schmidt", che ha apprezzato, contraccambiando con un sorriso.

Quando sono uscito ho ricevuto gli abbracci dei miei figli. Una panacea naturale dal potere infinito.

Oggi è la festa della mamma e mia madre l'ha voluta celebrare facendo gli gnocchi. Fatti a mano da lei. Credo che non li facesse dai tempi in cui mio padre era ancora in vita.

Un regalo enorme per me.

Resterò a riposo. Con il piccolo Leo che gioca su di me.

Strana la vita, si diverte con il bilanciare le cose.

Per un micio rosso che arriva, Leo, uno rosso se ne va. Tito, il gatto rosso di una vicina di casa, che si è spento l'altra notte.

La vita alla fine, in un modo o nell'altro, riequilibra le cose.

I nostri eccessi verranno annullati, ne sono sicuro.

Buona festa a tutte le donne che hanno fatto da madre nella loro vita, ai loro cuori generosi e forti; capaci di eseguire uno dei compiti più importanti e impegnativi nella vita.

Essere madre, mamma e matrice.

[lavozs]

Asesinato en el Orient Express, de Agatha Christie.

Tercera parte – Poirot se recuesta y reflexiona.

5 - El nombre de pila de la princesa Dragomiroff

Tras la salida del conde y la condesa Andrenyi, Poirot conversa con sus compañeros sobre el progreso del caso. Monsieur Bouc está convencido de la culpabilidad de la condesa, pero Poirot sugiere que aún hay dudas. La conversación es interrumpida por la princesa Dragomiroff, quien reclama como suyo el pañuelo hallado junto al cadáver, explicando que la letra bordada es una "N" en ruso. Aunque en el interrogatorio anterior no lo había mencionado, justifica su silencio apelando a la lealtad hacia la familia Armstrong, a la que pertenecía la condesa.

Poirot duda de su sinceridad y sospecha que podría estar encubriendo a la joven. Sin embargo, la princesa ofrece pruebas que demuestran que el pañuelo es suyo. Poirot también observa que la doncella de la princesa titubeó al ver el pañuelo, lo que sugiere otra muestra de lealtad.

El doctor Constantine descarta que la princesa pudiera haber infligido las heridas más profundas a la víctima, aunque sí podría haber hecho las superficiales. Poirot revela que ha estado observando detalles sutiles, como la forma en que los personajes usan sus brazos o guardan sus pertenencias, para detectar mentiras. Cree que la clave del caso está en examinar cada declaración bajo la hipótesis de que puede ser falsa y descubrir las razones detrás de cada mentira.

Poirot concluye que continuará aplicando este método, que ya dio resultados con la condesa, y decide interrogar a continuación al coronel Arbuthnot.

[la-bricheton]

Croc-Satyre

Grace au wokisme les crocs-monsieurs les crocs-madames c'est finito, je vous présente la recette du Croc-Satyre.

Satyre - nom masculin

Mythologie grecque: Divinité à corps d'homme, à cornes et à pieds de bouc.

Du coup pour cette recette on est plutôt sur du champignon - sauge - fromage de chèvre pour évoquer la biquette des sous-bois.

D'abord réhydratez des Shiitaké séché, genre l'équivalent de 1/3 de shiitakés par rapport à la totalité de champignons brins que vous avez pour la recette. Moi j'en ai mis 4. Gardez le jus de champignon.

Prenez de la sauge fraîche, lavez la et hachez la et faite la revenir dans du beurre demi-sel, pas moins. Ajouter y des grains de poivre noirs, de la baie rose et de la baie de genièvre et faites continuer à griller un peu tout ça.

Ajoutez de l'oignon finement coupé. Genre 2 de taille moyenne.

Pendant ce temps coupez finement les champignons (Environs 9 champignons brins) (les brins coupez les genre en deux et faites des tranches fines et les shiitakés coupés juste en tranche au débuts et faites des petits cubes après).

Faites réduire le jus des champignons aussi.

Ajoutez les champignons dans la poêle avec le reste et faites les bien réduire, alternez les moment avec et sens couvercles histoire de pas perdre trop d'humidité mais de les faire prendre un peu en couleur quand même. Si ça commence à cramer un peu ajouter de l'eau (ou du jus de champignon gardé de manière inopinée).

Faites une béchamel correcte (30g de beurre, 30g de farine, 50cl de lait) mais remplacez une partie du lait par le jus de champignon (la même quantité pour garder une texture correcte). Assaisonnez la avec une petite quantité des baies sus-cité mais ici faites les torréfier à sec dans une poêle avant. Moi avec cette QTT de béchamel j'ai fait 8 crocs-Satyres.

Ajoutez les champignons à la béchamel.

En parallèle de ça pour avoir un semblant de repas correcte j'ai fait des lentilles, j'ai infuser l'eau de cuisson à la rose et à la cardamome et j'ai mis une feuille de laurier.

Quand les lentilles étaient cuites je les égouttée et fait revenir un peu dans de la crème, un peu de sauce soja et un peu de sauce nuoc-mâm (vous croyez il manque quoi le Satyre??)

Vient le temps du dressage:

-Toastez le pain au grille pain, force 2

-Faites revenir le pain grillé dans du beurre

-Disposer la tartine beurrée sur la plaque du four, mettez de la béchamel

-Mettez du crottin de chèvre un peu sec coupé en tranche

-Prenez la tranche supérieur du croc-Satyre et mettez un peu de béchamel sur le coté qui va être à l’intérieur mais pas trop, fermez le croc-Satyre.

-Mettez de la béchamel en surface, genre pas trop, pas trop peu.

-Mettez du fromage râpé et éventuellement un truc genre grana padano fraîchement râpé.

Quand tous les crocs-Satyre sont fait passez tout ça au grill de votre four jusqu’à ce que ça soit doré.

En gros ça donne ça

Aller tchao

[actu-juridique]

Devant la CNDA, un bouc émissaire du black-out électrique au Vénézuéla ?

https://justifiable.fr/?p=427 https://justifiable.fr/?p=427 #blackout #bouc #CNDA #Devant #électrique #émissaire #Vénézuéla oplus_1051648 À la fin de l’été, la Cour nationale du droit d’asile (CNDA), qui se trouve à Montreuil (93), entendait le récit d’un homme ayant quitté le Vénézuéla après le black-out électrique de 2019. Employé d’une entreprise de télécommunications, il expliquait avoir été accusé à tort d’être à l’origine de cet événement, qui avait durablement affecté la vie des Vénézuéliens et l’image du pays à l’international. En mars 2019, pendant 5 jours, le Vénézuéla a subi un black-out électrique, plongeant le pays dans l’obscurité et le chaos. Le monde entier s’était alors ému de la situation dans ce pays autrefois prospère, et dont le train de vie des habitants s’est effondré en même temps que les cours du pétrole. En guise d’explication face à cet événement, le président Nicolas Maduro avait attribué ces pannes à des actions de sabotage orchestrées par les États-Unis. L’homme qui se présente devant la CNDA avait alors 33 ans. Monsieur P. dit n’appartenir à aucun parti politique, et n’exprimera d’ailleurs aucune critique contre le pouvoir en place. En mars 2019, il travaillait dans les télécommunications dans une entreprise qui envoyait des données par internet et gérait des installations électriques. Il y était entré comme chauffeur et avait gravi peu à peu les échelons, jusqu’à en devenir un des responsables. Il gérait une équipe d’une quinzaine de personnes. « Quelques jours après le black-out national, notre entreprise a été accusée d’en avoir été à l’origine », explique-t-il en espagnol. Monsieur P. explique que l’entreprise a été perquisitionnée quelques jours après le black-out. Les employés ont été, dit-il, entendus les uns après les autres. Leur patron avait disparu. Comme ses collègues, Monsieur P. aurait été interrogé par les agents du renseignement, d’abord dans les locaux de l’entreprise pendant deux heures, puis dans ceux du contre-espionnage le lendemain.  « Ils nous ont tous accusés d’être des terroristes électromagnétiques, et d’être des traîtres à la patrie. Ils m’ont torturé, frappé ». Lors du premier interrogatoire, Monsieur P. aurait commencé par dire qu’il ne savait rien. « Et puis ils m’ont tellement torturé que j’ai accepté de leur dire tout ce qu’ils voulaient. Ils ont menacé de m’emmener dans un centre de torture et d’électrocuter mes parties génitales ». Monsieur P. dit qu’il a eu peur. Il a fini par attester que ses collègues avaient participé aux actions de sabotage. « Ces personnes avaient-elles vraiment commis des actes de sabotage ? », interroge la présidente d’une manière un peu déconcertante. « Non, ni moi ni eux. Tous les jours précédents, j’étais avec mes collègues. La veille encore, nous installions des panneaux solaires ». Après être sorti des locaux du contre-espionnage, Monsieur P. aurait été se réfugier chez la mère de ses filles. Pendant ce temps, des agents de l’État auraient été le chercher chez ses parents. « À ma sortie d’interrogatoire, ils m’avaient prévenu que je devrais m’exprimer à nouveau ». Il aurait alors pris la décision de quitter son pays. On n’en saura pas davantage sur les modalités de sa fuite. La Cour cherche à évaluer le risque qu’il courrait s’il rentrait au Vénézuéla. L’assesseur du Conseil d’État, une petite dame aux cheveux courts, lui demande ce qui est arrivé à ses collègues. Il répond que l’une d’entre elles, dénommée Carina, a obtenu l’asile aux États-Unis. Que quand cette dernière a quitté le pays, trois de leurs camarades étaient en prison. Depuis qu’elle est partie, il n’a plus de nouvelles. Quant au patron de l’entreprise, nul ne sait ce qui lui est arrivé. Il s’est volatilisé. – « Vous pensez avoir servi de bouc émissaire pour une panne électrique due à un réseau défectueux ? », poursuit l’assesseure, plus inspirée que la présidente. – Honnêtement, je n’en sais rien. Je sais juste que les accusations lancées contre nous étaient fausses, qu’il se soit agi d’une passe ou d’un sabotage. – Cinq ans et demie après les faits, pensez-vous être toujours recherché ? C’est une des questions principales », insiste l’assesseur du HCR, en veste et cravate malgré la chaleur. – « Oui, répond le requérant. Mon ex-femme reçoit régulièrement des menaces pour que je rentre ». Pour autant, cette ex-épouse vit toujours avec ses filles au Vénézuéla. Monsieur P. se fait aussi discret que possible. À l’audience, il se borne à répondre aux questions, avec une extrême prudence, n’incriminant jamais le gouvernement en place au Vénézuéla. Une attitude qu’il semble adopter dans la vie également. Depuis qu’il a quitté son pays, il se tient loin des associations de ses compatriotes réfugiés, n’a pris part à aucune manifestation. Valérie Lutran, avocate au barreau de Lille, le défend. Elle met en avant la cohérence de son client, resté constant dans ses déclarations. « Le fait qu’il se soit soustrait aux services de renseignement en plein scandale du black-out fait vraiment de lui un opposant politique », estime-t-elle. Elle verse au dossier une attestation de la dénommée Carina, la collègue réfugiée aux États-Unis, ainsi que celles de quelques amis qui l’ont hébergé. À la fin de l’été 2024, la presse faisait état de nouveaux épisodes de black-out rappelant ceux de 2019 à Caracas. Pourtant, la Cour a rejeté le recours de Monsieur P. Elle ne remet pas en question sa profession, mais estime que ses déclarations sont vagues. Elle estime que les déclarations des amis et collègues sont trop peu circonstanciées. « Les recherches dont il prétend faire l’objet n’ont pas été démontrées de façon solide », a estimé la formation de jugement dans sa décision.

[yorkcalling]

Full Cast Announced for Murder on the Orient Express

Joining the previously announced Michael Maloney as Agatha Christie’s famous Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, in Lucy Bailey’s new production of the UK & Ireland Tour of MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS, will be Bob Barrett as Monsieur Bouc, Mila Carter as Countess Elena Andreyni, Rebecca Charles as Greta Ohlsonn, Debbie Chazen as Princess Dragomiroff, Simon Cotton as Samuel Ratchett, Jean-Baptiste…

[seewetter]

Mythic Creatures by Region & Culture

Part 10: Other

Modern

Acarus Crossii; Caveman; Chupacabra first in Puerto Rico; Cryptid; Cryptid whale; Cyborg; Doppelgänger; Fort Manoel Ghost; Globster; Gremlin; Hammaspeikko; Holly King and Oak King; Lariosauro; Living Puppet ; Doll; Loys Ape; Ningen; Owlman is predates by Owlman from DC Comics; Phantom Cats; Red Lady; Sewer alligator; Snow Queen; Sooterkin; Springheeled Jack; The Devil Whale broad category, includes Sindbad and medieval accounts; Tree Octopus; UFO

George Luis Borges

Á Bao A Qu; Peryton

Theosophy (included for completion's sake & because sometimes artists want to make art about fucked up 19th century cults that would make Lovecraft either proud or quake with fear or both)

Root race (theosophy)

Universal (not always universal to all cultures, but these wiki entries covered too many cultures to not basically put them in a category of their own)

Death; Deity; Dema deity; Demigod; Demon ; Demons and Demon (list); Eagles in Myth; Elf ; Elfs, Elves; Fairy ; Fairies; Fairy Queen; Ghost; Giant; Green Man; Hellhound; Lake Monster; Lynx; Mermaid and Merwomen; Merman; Mummy ; Mummies; Night Hag; Nightmare; Ogre; Poltergeist; Sack Man; Sea Monster; Sea Serpent; Shadow Person; Skeleton; Snake_Worship; Spirit spouse; Spirit ; Spirits; St. Elmo's Fire; Trickster ; Tricksters; Vampire; Vampire folklore worldwide; Werecat; White Lady ; White Ladies (ghost); Will-o'-wisp; Winged cat; Winged lion; Witch

Entries not on Wikipedia

Frau Holunder; Frohn; Frost Giant; Fuddittu; Fuglietti; Fujettu; Fuochi Fatui; Füttermännchen;

Ga-gorib; Ghostly Rider; Glucksmännchen; Goblin-Groom; Gommes; Good Folk; Good Neighbors from the Sunset Land; Gotwergi; Grandinili; Grey Alien; Grey Man; Grigs; Groac'h Vor; Guerrionets; Guriuz; Guter Johann; Gwarchells; Gwaryn-a-Throt; Gwazig-Gan;

Haaf-Fish; Hadas; Hags; Häkelmänner; Hakenmann; Ham; Härdmandlene; Haugbui; Hausbock; Havfrue; Havmand; Hayyot; He-Mann; He-Männer; Heerwische; Heidenmanndli; Heidenweibchen; Heinzelmann; Heinzlin; Heinzlin; Hejkadlo; Hemann; Herdweibchen; Herne the Hunter; Hidden Folk; Hille Bingels; Hillmen; Hitte-Hatte; Hob-and-his-Lanthorn; Hob-Gob; Hob-Thrush Hob; Hoihoimann; Homme de Bouc; Hommes Cornus; Hongatar; Hooters; Hopfenhütel; Houggä-Ma; Houpoux; Hsigo missspelling of Xiao; Hüamann; Huckepoten; Hulde Folk; Huldre Folk; Hulte; Husbuk; Hütchen; Hutzelmann; Hyldeqvind; Hyter Sprites;

Ice Mannikins; Ice Queen; Ignis Fatuus; Intulo; Irrbloss; Irrlichter; Iskrzycki; Jack o'Lanthorn; Iaculi;

Jashtesmé; Jean de la Bolieta; Jeannot; Jezinky; Jinnalaluo; Joan-in-the-Wad; Jolabukkar; Jüdel; Judys; Juggernaut; Julbuk;

Kållråden; Karlá; Katajatar; Kaukas; Kepetz; Kerions; Kielkropf; Killcrops; Kit-with-the-Canstick; Klaubauf; Klopferle; Knockerlings; Knocky Boh; Korandon; Korn-Kater; Kornikaned; Kourils; Koutsodaimonas; Krosnyata; Kyrkogrimm;

L'Homme Velu; Lachesis; Le Criard; Le Patre; Le Rudge-Pula; Lebraude; Leipreachán; Lešni Mužove; Lešni Pany; Löfviska; Lohjungfern; Lord Nann; Lord of the Forest; Lord of the Mountains; Lorggen; Lörggen; Loumerottes; Luchtenmannekens; Lundjungfrur; Lupeux; Lurican; Lurigadaun; Lurikeen; Lygte Men; Lyktgubbe; Lysgubbar;

Maćić see Massarioli; Maciew; Macinghe; Maemaeler; Maere; Mahjas Kungs; Maighdean Mara; Malienitza; Mamalić see Massarioli; Mamucca; Mantellioni; Mara Daoine; Mara-Warra; Marantule; Maratega; Mara-Warra; Margot-la-Fée; Markopolen; Martes; Marui; Master Hammerlings; Master Johannes; Mazapegolo; Mazzamarelle; Mazzamerieddu; Meerminnen; Meerweiber; Melch Dick; Merry Dancers; Meryons; Metten; Miodrag; Miri; Moine Trompeur; Monachetto; Monachicchio; Monoloke; Mora; Morgans; Moswyfjes; Mother's Blessing; Mountain Monks; Muse; Mützchen;

Nachtmännle; Nachtmart; Näcken; Näkku; Napfhans; Natrou-Monsieur; Necker; Neckers; Necks; Niägruisar; Nick-Nocker; Nickel; Night Folk; Nikkisen; Nikkur; Nimble Men; Nion Nelou; Nip the Napper; Nisken; Nissen god Dreng; Nörglein; Nörke; Nörkele;

Oaraunle; One with the White Hand; Onnerbänkissen; Orchi; Orculi; Orculli; Otterbahnkin; Owd Lad; Oxions;

Painajainen; Pandafeche; Panes; Pantegane; Pantegani; Para; Parcae (Moerae); Parzae (Moerae); Pechmanderln; Penette; Persévay; Petit Jeannot; Petty Fairie; Phooka; Pilwiz; Pingel; Piskies; Pitzln; Poludnitsy; Poppele; Poulpikans; Povoduji; Powries; Preinscheuhen; Pulter Klaes; Pumphut; Pundacciú; Purzinigele; Puschkait; Putzen; Puu-Halijad; Pysslinger-Folk;

Quaeldrytterinde; Queen of Elfland; Queen of Sirens; Querxe;

Redcombs; Rhagana; Rhiwallon; River Men; Roane; Robin Goodfellow; Robin Round Cap; Robot; Rododesa; Roggenmuhme; Rojenice; Rôpenkerl; Roughby; Rukh; Salbanelli;

Samovila ; Samovily; Sarván; Sauvageons; Scazzamurieddu; Schacht-Zwerge; Schlorchel; Schneefräulein; Schrätteli; Schrecksele; Seefräulein (Gwagged Annwn); Servant (Serván); Shishimora; Shopiltee; Sibille; Sileni; Silvane; Silvani; Skogsjungfru; Skogsnufvar; Skogsråt; Skougman; Skovmann; Skulld; Söedouen; Söetrolde; Soeurettes; Soltrait; Sotret; Souffle; Spunkies; Stendel; Stoicheioi; Strashila; Straszyldlo; Stroke Lad; Strömkarl; Sumascazzo; Swetylko;

Tan Noz; Tangye; Teuz; The Lovers; Thomas Boudic; Thumblings; Thusser; Tiddy Ones; Toggeli; Tom-Tit; Tomtevätte; Tomtrå; Tontuu; Trois Marks (Moerae); Tsmok; Tuometar; Unners-Boes-Thi;

Unterengadin; Untüeg; Urisk;

Vairies; Vardivil; Vardögl; Vardöiel; Vardygr; Vattar; Vihans; Vilenaci; Vileniki; Vili Čestitice; Vivani; Vivene; Vodni Moz; Vouivre; Vrukodlak; Vyatka;

Waalrüter; Wag at the Wa'; Waldweibchen; Waldzwerge; Watermöme; Wechselbalg; Wicht; Willy Rua; Witte Wijven (Moerae); Wives of Rica; Wolterken; Wood Folk; Wood Maidens; Wood Men; Wood Trolls; Wood Women;

Yarthkins; Yarupari;

Zinselmännchen; Ztrazhnik; Zuibotschnik

[81scorp]

My top 7 movies of 2022

Hey folks! Its that time again! That day youve all been waiting for. That day of the year when I talk about movies I`ve seen and rank them according to my own personal taste and bias! Like 2020 and 2021, 2022 was another year where I decided to play it safe and keep away from the cinemas. So this is my "The movies that I planned to see in cinema in 2022 but watched on DVD instead" list.

7: Thor: Love and thunder There is a difference between not taking things too serious and not taking things serious enough. Thor Ragnarok is the former, Love and thunder is the latter. Sometimes bathos can work and sometimes it is even quite welcome. Its a matter of how it is used, where it is placed and how often it is used. But bathos aside theres also some tonal inconsistency and in the climax a character pulls out an eleventh hour superpower that should have been forshadowed earlier in the movie. Good work from Hemsworth and Bale though, and I like that they gave Portman more to do in this one. Didnt like it as much as Ragnarok but its better than Iron man 2.

6: Death on the Nile Monsieur Hercule Poirot (and his little grey cells) travels to Egypt where he meets his old friend Bouc and is soon forced to solve a murder mystery on a boat travelling on the Nile. Feels similar to Murder on the Orient Express but not quite as memorable. Visually good looking and we get a tragic origin story for why Poirot has a moustache. Yes, Poirot`s moustache has a tragic origin story.

5: Black Panther: Wakanda forever T'Challa passes away, his sister Shuri is left picking up his mantle and the Kingdom of Wakanda is under pressure from other nations to share their vibranium, some even try to take it by force. And as if things werent tough enough already for the royal family of Wakanda they are also being attacked by the forces of Atlantis. It cant be easy to make a movie when the main star dies. I wonder how much had to be changed because of Bosemans passing. Letitia Wright has said some dumb things in real life but here she delivers a good performance, so I cant really complain here. Cant complain about Tenoch Huertas performance either, a guy who flies around in swimming trunks with wings on his feet could easily have gotten silly but he makes it work. The movie is good but doesnt have quite the same WOW feeling that I got from the first one. A result of Boseman`s passing, or is it just hard to make magic happen again? Worth checking out.

4: Turning red Meilin "Mei" Lee, a confident over-achiever, has a good life and is doing well at school until she turns thirteen and has to deal with puberty and turning into a giant red panda everytime she gets excited. Not the next Ratatouille or Inside out, nor does it have to be. It`s fun, enjoyable and feels like a story someone wanted to tell.

3: Top Gun: Maverick Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, now working as a testpilot, is given the job of training an elite group of Top Gun graduates in a mission to destroy an uranium enrichment plant before it becomes operational. Old memories come back to haunt him when he discovers that one of his students, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, is the son of his deceased best friend "Goose". Yes, it is pretty much a feature length recruitment ad for the U.S. Air force, but that aside, a lot of care and effort was put into this movie. For instance the scenes where the pilots are in their cockpits were made by having the actors delivering their performances while being in real planes that flew for real. The G-force that you see on their faces is the real thing. There`s a lso a touching scene where Maverick is reunited with Iceman. The movie uses nostalgia here and there but nevere so much that it becomes a crutch. Worth a watch.

2: Nope One day, metal objects start to rain over the Haywood ranch where Otis Haywood, together with his son Otis Jr., trains and handles horses for film productions. One of the metal objects hits and kills Otis Sr. Six months later Otis Jr. (O.J.) is forced to sell some of his horses to Ricky "Jupe" Park who runs a western theme park called "Jupiters Claim". And as if thing werent bad enough, a UFO shows up and starts stealing some of the other horses from the Haywood ranch. O.J and his sister decide to put up cameras to document and sell evidence of the UFO's existence, but soon discover that getting the UFO in front of a camera is not gonna be that easy. Nope is an interesting movie. It sets up a mystery and gradually reveals more of it at the plot progresses, and some the reveals are not what youd expect. But it also brings up not only black peoples contributions to the cinema but also how those contributions have been silenced. Like when one of the characters talk about "Animal locomotion", a sequence of pictures, published in 1887, depicting a black man riding a horse. Like many great Horror movies before it, its horror with some social commentary.

And now… Drumroll please. My number one pick for 2022 iiis…

1: Everything everywhere all at once Evelyn Wang, a chinese american running a laundromat with her husband Waymond is being audited by the IRS, her marriage is failing and her relationship with her gay daughter could have been much better. Suddenly her husband becomes possessed by an alternate version of himself and tells her that she needs to stop a great multidimensional threat. This movie is crazy, absurd and completely sincere. Its a martial arts movie, a Sci-fi and a family drama. It balances and juggles many things, is incredibly silly but not in a way that undercuts the sincere, serous and heartfelt moments. Yes, once again, feels are my kryptonite but its not just that. Its that it combines all these crazy things AND knows how give me the old feels. It teaches us the importance of being kind. Especially when we dont know what`s going on.

Aand those are the movies I watched in 2022.

Written stuff: 52

Started writing this: 2023-11-29

And as usual: English is not my first language, so if my writing doesn`t seem to flow naturally, you know why.

[john-deco]

This I can clarify, yes, there are other passengers in another part of the train in the book. Christie utilizes the Simplon-Orient Express, a variant of the Orient Express service which traveled a southern route from Calais/Paris to Istanbul daily while avoiding Germany. This version of the train, like the plain Orient Express, would have a number of sleeping cars at departure and acquire or lose some depending on the destination of the specific sleeping car. That’s why enthusiasts will tell you that there is no such as thing as a singular Orient Express train during the 1930’s. It’s actually just of consists of carriages changing locomotives or becoming part of other “Orient Express” trains.

But back to the point, the other passengers don’t play a role in the story because the doors between sleeping cars are locked at night, with a dining car at the front of the Istanbul-Calais Coach, and the Athens-Paris coach just behind it. Realistically, Poirot probably should’ve interviewed them as well, but the story has dozen suspects already, and we don’t want Monsieur Bouc to stress even more over the reputation of his train.

Do you ever think about the fact that while Murder On The Orient Express was going on, there were other passengers in the other carriages who were totally unaware that they were adjacent to an Agatha Christie novel?

[lady-of-the-spirit]

My fave part of Death on the Nile (movie) is that Poirot didn't actually need to ask Bouc about Rosalie, because he already knew they were in a relationship and only needed to know about Rosalie's life, but Poirot just wanted a chance to ask his friend about his romantic life, let Bouc gush a bit about her, and tell Bouc how happy he was for them. And the way Poirot decided to bring it up was tell Bouc he's too much of a manwhore to not notice Rosalie.

[ishedadordaddy]

Me: *goes to watch a new movie with my family to distract myself after saying I don’t want to watch a new movie because it will be scary and uncertain and I don’t like uncertainty in anything and especially not right now, and not with the state the world is in*

*Favorite character dies and their killers “justice” is that they willingly died instead of facing any charges*

Me: *already in tears and in a breakdown about the world* fuCK I JUST WANTED ONE BLORBO TO SURVIVE!!!!

[aphroditestummyrolls]

gahh you must all suffer my brainworms

His palms had gone clammy around the whistle in his hand. Damp curls had slicked themselves to his hairline under his hat, and he indulged a split second of insecurity, reaching up and straightening an imaginary imbalance. 

Soon, this would be done. 

The list of cities and stops along their way came to him as easy as breathing— his shoes clipped along the station floor, his voice rang through the air. Did he sound confident? Assured and professional? He didn’t feel like himself. Admittedly, when was the last time he truly felt like himself? 

But, he had always been self-assured in his job, at least. He knew this train— every stitch in the brocade curtains, the exact shine of the wood polish, the timing of every bump in the track. This was as much a home as he’d had since… since everything. Since Susanne left home, since Mama took ill— at least he had The Orient Express. 

For the first time, it felt foreign to him. It was daunting. 

“This way, Michel!” M. Bouc’s familiar voice cut through the haze of it all, and he jogged it all off. Now was not the time to get cold feet. 

Until he saw the man— well, the mustache— at M. Bouc’s side, and almost turned from frostbitten to frozen solid. 

He didn’t read the papers. Not anymore, not since the trial and, and that horrible attorney, and poor Susanne. He didn’t read the papers, but he knew Hercule Poirot from his black and white face on the front page— some business in Jerusalem. He was a detective. 

Every attempt he made, Bouc’s eager eyes were meeting his with slightly more desperation. It was the same scrabble of fear that he felt, clutching at every hope he had to keep the plan intact, hoping against hope that it only showed as professional concern on his face. He felt disingenuous. He felt like a liar— he was one. He was lying to this man, who’d only ever helped him. 

It was a mercy, at least, that, as much as M. Bouc had a kind heart, he wasn’t in the habit of looking particularly closely. 

He checked the log book, one last time, after welcoming M. Poirot on board. It should be just them. At least if Poirot was the only outsider, it would be easier to hide— 

But, there was one more name. Señor Miguel Àngel— nobody had mentioned using an alias. Hubbard, yes, she was the only one, Schmidt, Dragomiroff, Arbuthnot… Marquez, that was the Latin name he recognized from the letters, not Àngel.

Whoever they were, they’d checked in. 

The engine let out a billow of steam. He straightened his coat, and blew his whistle one last time— there was no turning back now. 

He took the steps two at a time, as if that could compensate for the grip around his ribs, pulling his lungs in tighter and tighter. He patted over the familiar fold of paper in his left breast pocket, thought of Susanne, and Mama. They were gone now. He did this for them— he’d see that bastard bleed. He’d look into the pathetic eyes of that lawyer’s son, too, and he’d… he didn’t know. But what else was there? What else was he alive for, if not to see this damned thing to a close? 

He looked up just a second too late to see the body in his path, nearly shouldering the man straight to the ground as they both stumbled between the caboose and the dining car. 

“Oh, Monsieur, my apologies—!” He started, eyes wide before he even processed the face in front of him. 

The man had cold, clear eyes, and his lips had drawn up into something that his years of service to the wealthy told him would be vicious. He was a second from snapping, but they both found themselves utterly dumbstruck, staring like fools as the realization dawned. And how could it not? 

He knew those eyes. He knew the whiff of cologne in the confined space— he caught it on a gasp of an inhale, the tightness in his chest all of a sudden loosened by the shock. Those broad shoulders took up the entirety of the windowpane at his back— the cut of his dinner jacket, the mole at the corner of his mouth. It had softened from whatever vitriol he’d been about to cut into him with. He was still so handsome it nearly took Pierre to his knees. 

He was staring back at him, looking him over as if the past months hadn’t changed him a day. Heat burnt in the apples of his cheeks, but there was nothing to be done for it. There was nothing to do but look.

His fingers dug into the wood of the threshold. The man had all but plastered his back to the wall behind him. 

���Pierre.” He watched those lips breathe around his name, and felt something wretchedly unhinged fluttering in his stomach— fuck, why now? Why him, of all people—?

Pierre cleared his throat and wished desperately to have a single modicum of control in his life. What had he done to deserve this?

“Mic—“ 

“Miguel.” He practically hissed the name, a flash of something like panic in his eyes. The shock wore off just a little too late for him to recover his composure completely, but it was an impressive show— he shuttered himself away, looking the picture of a calm and collected gentleman. Oh, Pierre envied him. “Miguel Àngel.” 

Àngel. Of course. Of course, God must have a sense of humor— after all this time, every desperate plea left unanswered, this is the angel He sent Pierre, at the worst possible time. 

His fingers itched to reach out for him, and Pierre dug his nails deeper into the wood. The last thing they needed was Mickey Miranda, back on The Orient Express.

[lavozs]

Asesinato en el Orient Express, de Agatha Christie.

Tercera parte – Poirot se recuesta y reflexiona.

3 - Algunos puntos sugestivos

Monsieur Bouc, el doctor Constantine y Poirot reflexionan en silencio sobre el asesinato en el Orient Express. Bouc, confundido, duda de la implicación de ciertos pasajeros, mientras el doctor considera a Poirot un enigma, incapaz de resolver el caso.

Poirot rompe el silencio y expone sus sospechas: cree ver una explicación general que necesita confirmar con más pruebas. Empieza señalando detalles aparentemente menores —una mancha de grasa en un pasaporte, el lujoso pañuelo con la inicial “H”, y una etiqueta movida en un equipaje— que lo llevan a sospechar que la condesa Andrenyi es en realidad Helena Goldenberg, hermana de la asesinada Mrs. Armstrong.

Poirot argumenta que la escena del crimen fue preparada para simular un asesinato cometido desde fuera del tren, pero que la nevada arruinó ese plan, obligando al asesino a improvisar. También revela que las cartas amenazadoras eran un señuelo y que una verdadera carta incriminatoria fue parcialmente destruida, lo que sugiere que alguien relacionado con la familia Armstrong estaba en el tren.

Concluye que el pañuelo pudo haber sido dejado para incriminar a Helena o que ella misma intentó borrar su identidad por temor. Además, acusa a la princesa Dragomiroff de mentir para protegerla.

Finalmente, Poirot propone que Helena Goldenberg, esposa del conde Andrenyi, es clave en el caso y que su conexión con la víctima abre una nueva línea de investigación. Se interrumpe la conversación cuando anuncian que la comida está servida.

[kats-kradle]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I was tagged by @holbytlanna, my beloved. Apparently I haven’t published anything sicne February so. Get ready for just all febuwhump😂😂

Febuwhump Day 28: “you’re safe now” -MacGyver (2016)

Mac knew it was going to be one of those days from the second he got up. Bozer called them his “hyperactive zombie days,” which was a pretty honest interpretation of them. Mac called them his wrong days. Wrong days weren’t the same as paranoid days, even though they shared many qualities. They also weren’t the same as sluggish days, or spacy days, or barbed wire days—Mac had so many different categories for bad days that they were more common than good ones. The thought of that made him want to laugh, but not in a genuine way.

Febuwhump Day 27: survivor’s guilt -Marvel

In this universe, Clint ducks as the bullets start flying, and hopes it’s enough to save the little boy in his arms. He’s stunned when he’s unharmed, and when he turns he sees Pietro standing in front of him, his body riddled with splotches of red that clash in a sickeningly horrible way with the brightness of his shirt.

“You didn’t see that coming,” Pietro quips with a great effort, and then his body is rigid and he’s fallen to the ground, and Clint can’t move until the little boy in his arms shifts to try and look, and then he runs to the ship as fast as he can.

In this universe, Clint goes back and drags the body to the ship. Too young, he thinks, looped in his mind like a broken record. Too young. He lays down next to the body as the ship departs, and thinks about how life has never been fair for the young and the brave.

Febuwhump Day 26 (Alt 6): limp -MacGyver (2016)

The porcelain of the toilet was cold under Mac’s arms as he heaved the remains of what little supper he had eaten. He shuddered and glanced at his watch. 3:05 in the morning. Any thought he had of wanting to call Jack was quickly pushed aside; he wouldn’t bother Jack at this hour. Explosions and ragged bodies of his friends raced through his mind again, and Mac closed his eyes against the way his stomach lurched.

Febuwhump Day 25: assumed dead -Stargate Atlantis 

“Sheppard! Teyla!” Ronon called out, ducking under a branch. After a second, he added, “McKay!” His voice rang out and echoed through the forest without a response. Another attempt at the radio proved that it still wasn’t working. He let out an aggravated huff and tried to ignore the chill that was steadily creeping up his spine.

“Stay together,” John had said, and Ronon could tell by the look in his eyes that he really meant it this time. “This is not a good place to be alone.”

For the life of him, Ronon couldn’t remember why.

Febuwhump Day 24: bloody clothes -Death on the Nile 

Poirot watched Bouc as he wandered down the stairs. The inevitable was swiftly approaching, as much as he dreaded it, and he sighed and leaned heavily on the railing.

“It’s horrible,” Jackie whimpered from behind him. “All of it, horrible. Who could do such a thing? You must have some theory, Monsieur Poirot. Don’t you?” There was a certain edge to her voice that Poirot couldn’t quite place. It didn’t sit right with him.

“I have one final interview to conduct,” he murmured. 

Febuwhump Day 23: “you’ll have to go through me” -The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

“Mr. Kuryakin, if you could please step into my office,” Alexander requested as the Russian passed his door. Illya exchanged a look with Gaby, who was attached to his arm, before murmuring something and disengaging from her. Alexander gave him a pleasant smile and ushered him into the room before closing the door. Gaby continued down the hallway, but threw a glance behind her at the door. Alexander closed the blinds.

Febuwhump Day 22: can’t scream -MacGyver (2016)

“Mac!” Jack yelled in a panic, shaking his unconscious friend violently. “Come on, man, wake up!”

The distant sound of voices grew steadily closer, and Jack swore and grabbed Mac under the arms. His stomach turned at the sight of the bone sticking out of Mac’s leg, but he pushed past the nausea and dragged Mac out of the elevator shaft and into a nearby closet. Mac began to stir in his arms. The voices grew closer, and Jack moved to close the door, but Mac’s bad leg blocked it. With a grimace, he slammed a hand over Mac’s mouth and swiftly yanked his leg into the room and closed the door, cringing as Mac jerked awake to struggle and scream into his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Mac, I’m sorry.”

Febuwhump Day 21: shackled -Stargate Atlantis

“I guess this is to be expected,” Rodney grumbled. “We’ve been pretty lucky so far that everyone in the Pegasus Galaxy speaks the same language.”

Ronon grunted in agreement as the two of them watched Teyla and John make exaggerated motions and strange body movements at the village leaders. It was a lot like that earth game… charades. It wasn’t any less entertaining, either, at least on Ronon’s part. Rodney seemed to have gotten bored of it two minutes in.

Febuwhump Day 20: knife wound -MacGyver (2016)

“Riley! Riley!”

It was a sunny spring day when Riley had finally made the connection between the words father and Jack. She was driving down the road with her dad. She’d been angrier with her mom than she’d been in a long, long time, if ever; so she called her dad to pick her up. It was a low down, shitty move, and Riley knew it the instant she saw her mom’s face blanch when his car pulled up to the house. Jack had tried to lecture her with stupid phrases like “now you listen here young lady” that Riley answered with her middle finger as she went out the door.

Febuwhump Day 19: “you deserve this” -Marvel

Apathy was a mercy.

Stephen first considered this as he sat in a hard church pew, staring at the too-small coffin at the front of the room like the force of his gaze could somehow bring Donna back, when he was suddenly and viciously jealous of everyone who lived without connection to anyone else.

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