jegulus. circa 1940 something. northern italy, summer and pasta.
Regulus Black found his love in Portofino.
He found him in a church about half a mile from the Liguarian coast, sipping a Campari and sporting a wide-teeth smile. Regulus heard him before seeing him though. Heard the soft clack of his leather soles against the cobblestone, and when Regulus turned his head away from the statue in front of him, he found his religion.
They didn’t talk that day, nor the day after. But exactly a week later, Regulus had a sudden craving for soft ice-cream.
The air was warm and humid, the summer sun setting into his skin. He watched his love from afar, the way he sang along to the radio playing Gilberto Mazzi. He winked at customers, smiling at everyone who walked into his little shop overlooking the sea. And sat outside at a table underneath an umbrella, Regulus continued watching until he wanted one of those smiles for himself.
Regulus walked up to the counter and when the man finished singing along, he grinned at Regulus. The day’s breath caught in his lungs and Regulus was so sure the angels were sighing with him, swooning.
“What can I get you?” He spoke perfect English, each syllable rolling off his tongue and falling straight into Regulus’ heart.
“I’m Regulus.”
The man’s grin grew wide as he took his gloves off. “Beautiful name, but are you not here for ice-cream?”
The way he looked at Regulus was heavenly. Almost like the sun outside, bathing him in warmth, and Regulus wanted him. Wanted him so badly it felt like devotion.
“Raspberry.” He said, an ache settling so far in the pit of his stomach.
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Hey. Hey you.
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FNAF SPOILERS! SCROLL! TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE!
i’ve seen so many people discussing the springlock scene in both negative and positive ways and i think it brings up really cool points about how matthew played that scene and balanced fan expectations with his own characterisation.
i think the discussions around this movie have rlly exposed the disconnect between fanon and canon in fnaf, especially talking abt the core games in isolation, bc frankly in the game universe (ignoring the books) we get Very Little characterisation for William other than the obvious, but Matthew managed to add so much in the way he talks and his body language.
in the reveal scene, we see afton at arguably his peak. in his first scene, he comes off as somewhat demeaning and judgemental until he recognises mike’s name, at which point he seems to have this nervous energy, rushing to cover it up but stumbling slightly, his reaction to the tables being turned even slightly is massive.
this is a man who committed multiple mrdrs in essentially broad daylight, hid the bodies in the most obvious place, and still got away with it, and then kept the crime scene as a trophy of his actions, and an ongoing prison sentence for his victims. he has been in complete control for decades, and is confident that he can deal with any kind of threat quickly. his confidence in his reveal is palpable
it changes when vanessa shoots him. the whole parallel with vanessa and the animatronics is hugely interesting too- how william refers to the animatronics almost endearingly as “kids” when he wants them to obey, how both vanny and the animatronics have an unearned loyalty to him, almost a pseudo-adoption through what he did to them, taking them from their parents and keeping them under his thumb, forever stuck as naive, forgiving, obedient children. vanessa breaking from that control shakes him, but the mask slips back into place almost immediately.
then, he’s outsmarted by the brother of one of his victims, and the child he planned to end next. his pseudo-children turn on him and he can no longer manipulate his appearance or shed his skin to escape. he explodes on them, and his language is incredibly telling that he is being dishonest.
he calls them small, trying to belittle them into submission, even though they are ten feet tall metal animatronics powered by rage. he is grasping at straws to regain control, and failing miserably.
finally, the springlocks go off. the locks in the movie look more like a ribcage, so the first two likely puncture his lungs. they’re slow, and painful, but he doesn’t scream or beg or sob. he grunts and groans, gritting his teeth and only letting out sounds of pain that sound almost involuntary. there is no way in hell he would visibly let himself show weakness or pain in front of these creatures that he believes he has control over. he isn’t brought to his knees until there are eight metal spikes embedded in his abdomen. he doesn’t let the mask fall for even a second, until he literally PUTS THE ACTUAL MASK ON and finally collapses. even then, he’s fighting for consciousness, twitching and writhing with no control over his body. william afton thrives on control, and his soul will not rest until he gets it back.
it’s why he keeps the pizzeria- he always comes back. he can’t help but return to the scene of the crime, putting on his old costume, continuing his killings. he revels in being a constant threat on the horizon. and now, he knows he is going to die, and he knows the suit will bring him back, and noone will be able to get rid of him then. so he puts the mask back on, and waits.
in terms of the sfx- they’re pretty accurate. with stab wounds, you need to leave the knife in the wound as long as possible for best chance of survival, as it stops the blood from escaping. in terms of the springlocks, there wouldn’t be copious amounts of blood as the locks are keeping the wounds filled- which is good because it means a slower, more painful death.
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