#maria lease

[gradexmovies]

[weirdlookindog]

All the Sins of Sodom (1968)

[ladamarossa]

Dolly Dearest (1991)

[watching-pictures-move]

Put On Your Raincoats | Soft Places (Lease, 1978)

This is the fourth Maria Lease directed film I’ve seen so far, and it has some of the better qualities I’ve come to expect from her work. As a porno it’s creatively realized and often stylish, peaking with a scene where the heroine awakes to a roomful of fog and a disembodied penis (achieved with a black bodysuit worn by the male performer; eerie synths and wind noises add to the illusion). And it takes what could be male fantasies and filters them through the perspective of her female protagonist. Here, the protagonist is a recently widowed actress whose cruel husband left his estate to her on the condition she goes through a specific sequence of sexual scenarios. On one hand, this is an obvious excuse to go through an escalating series of sex scenes, and the movie certainly does that. But the whole time the movie challenges our enjoyment of these scenes with the complex feelings of the heroine, whose apprehension about sex and mixed feelings about her husband’s cruelty conflict with her growing desire for sexual agency. The heroine is played by Annette Haven, whose high class veneer is effective in evoking this internal struggle. We hear her husband calling her “frigid”, and maybe that’s an unfair characterization, but Haven nails that sense of apprehension while granting her character a certain dignity.

All that being said, because I’ve become so used to the tenderness and compassion that Lease has brought so reliably to her films, that I was let down by this one in one respect. In one scene, Haven masturbates the changeroom of a clothing store in view of another customer, who proceeds to masturbate as well and gets jumped by an excited plus sized woman. This is played as a punchline. In a later scene, Haven visits a working class bar (the kind where they have two kinds of wine, the red and the white) and captures the attention of most of the man in the establishment, but also draws the scorn of a pair of older prostitutes unhappy that they’re losing customers. These characters are also presented as the butt of a joke. One of the prostitutes is given a scene, but this plays less like something you’re supposed to get off on than something you’re supposed to gawk at. I’m not going to pretend I’ve never laughed at this kind of humour elsewhere, but it feels uncharacteristically glib and dismissive in Lease’s filmography. In another scene, Haven visits a “women’s club” that’s essentially a brothel, and a hostess explains to her the variety of services they provide before being revealed to be a transwoman. Unlike the aforementioned two scenes, this character is at least presented to be desirable, but the movie strangely never follows through on including her in a sex scene. There are narrow standards of beauty at play that the movie is not divorced from, but I think it would have been bolder to have presented all of these auxiliary characters as desirable and included them more equitably in Haven’s sexual journey.

As it is, I did like the movie, but the sour taste left in my mouth by the handling of those characters means that this is probably my least favourite film from Lease I’ve seen yet.

[horror-nostalgia]

Dolly Dearest (1991)

Directed by Maria Lease

[dare-g]

Sinthia: The Devil’s Doll (1970)

[ladymaria-blue]

Emergency Commissions!!! Please Don’t Ignore!!

Please open all images for better view of drawings

Hey all, Maria here!

My family and I (Me, my fiancé, our 3 month old, and my step daughter) are in desperate need of help and financial assistance because our landlord is not going to renew our lease in about a month and we need money to move. As a result of us not wanting to be homeless, I’m opening my commissions!

Feel free to dm me either here on Tumblr, on Twitter ‘@LadyMaria_Blue’ or my Discord ‘ladyymaria’ for more info or to request a commission. Sonic character commissions (Canon and/or OC) get 15% off total price while PFP size gets 20% off total price!

I accept Cashapp, Venmo and Paypal!

Won’t draw:

Excessive Gore (I’m not confident enough with it yet)

Hardcore NSFW (Soft and/or nudity is fine)

Fetish art

Spiders (Not including spider-like Pokemon and Muffet)

Even if you don’t want a commission or cannot help at all, sharing and signal boosting would be so very appreciated! Thank you so very much for reading! 🩷🩷🩷

[operafantomet]

What could possibly be the reason for the change in the masquerade dress. It’s Downright ugly now. It’s weird since not Lucy and holly had normal ones from the start. At least based of on picture from before the reopening.

Beats me. I look at what the European Star Princess costumes USED to be in the 1990...

...and then how some of the modern UK versions look...

...and I am saddened. Annoyed. Offended. Why the bad bodice fits and lackluster decorations, why the neon colours, why the half-assed sleeves, why, why, WHY?

This is not due to the lack of talent of the costume makers. I see stuff they make which is A++++, so this is what they have been instructed to make. I have heard many different explanations as to why - that producer Cameron Mackintosh wanted Christine to stand out more and ordered bold colours, that the original beaded bodices were fragile during Raoul's lifts, that they were too time consuming (and hence expensive), that the new costumes are more danceable for the Christines.

Everything is probably correct. But that doesn't take away the fact that THEY LOOK LACKLUSTER. 100% Maria Bjørnson would not approve. The costume never looked like this during her lifetime. There were many other variations and experiments, in colours, silhouettes and details, but never neon colours and scarce decorations. And I KNOW they can make way better stuff. Stock costume or not, this is the UK costume Claire Lyon donned in the World Tour revival, which shows a recent UK costume at its best:

Still very bright in colours, but lovely bodice fit, fully beaded, and a bodice perfectly matching the skirt. THIS is art. More of this. Puh-lease.

[bethanydelleman]

After her affair with Henry Crawford, Maria is sent to “another country”. Which country do you think it was? The problem with her being sent to anywhere in continental Europe is that Jane Austen was writing Mansfield Mark during the Napeoleonic Wars, and war in Europe had been ongoing for nearly 25 years at this point (though it was soon to end). Is Austen anticipating the end of the wars? Is she ignoring them (in the same way that contemporary writers during the COVID pandemic would not necessarily depict their characters as living during the pandemic)? Or is she thinking of Maria being somewhere else?

I am pretty darn sure Maria is still in the United Kingdom (whatever that was at the time), here is the relevant quote:

It ended in Mrs. Norris’s resolving to quit Mansfield and devote herself to her unfortunate Maria, and in an establishment being formed for them in another country, remote and private, where, shut up together with little society, on one side no affection, on the other no judgment, it may be reasonably supposed that their tempers became their mutual punishment. (Ch 57)

The meaning of "country" is more vague in Austen than it is today. According to Etymoline:

mid-13c., "(one's) native land;" c. 1300, "any geographic area," sometimes with implications of political organization, from Old French contree, cuntrede "region, district, country,"... Also from c. 1300 as "area surrounding a walled city or town; the open country." By early 16c. the word was applied mostly to rural areas, as opposed to towns and cities. Meaning "inhabitants of a country, the people" is from c. 1300.

I'm pretty certain that what this sentence means is another "county" or shire, other than Northamptonshire, within England.

Some examples of Austen using country. Bingley is asked if he'll stay in the country, which likely means stay in a rural area/Hertfordshire, while Mr. Bennet calls his daughters the silliest in the country, which may mean England or Hertfordshire.

This quote seems modern use, but it's actually using country to talk about the neighbourhood:

You have a sweet room here, Mr. Bingley, and a charming prospect over that gravel walk. I do not know a place in the country that is equal to Netherfield. You will not think of quitting it in a hurry, I hope, though you have but a short lease.

And the use here of "country" as coming into the rural areas:

Mr. Bingley with having promised on his first coming into the country to give a ball at Netherfield.

Anyway, I think Maria is in England, just in a shire or county far from home.

[hakasims]

What If I Just Ranked Every Single Luca Marinelli Character From The Least Hot To The Absolute Hottest?

Based entirely on how a character looks and literally nothing else. Let’s go.

21. Andrea (La grande bellezza)

Sorry, dude.

20. Fabrizio (Nina)

Maybe he would be higher if I could actually see him.

19. Diabolik (Diabolik)

Nice widow’s peak, asshole.

18. Saint Joseph (Maria di Nazaret)

It’s the constant dumb expression on his face for me.

17. Ettore (Lasciati andare)

He looks like shit but at least he’s got flavor.

16. Mattia Balossino (La solitudine dei numeri primi)

He’s fine, but he’s nothing special.

15. Paolo (Il padre d’Italia)

Let’s be real, he’s sweet but he’s nothing special either.

14. Valerio (Slam - Tutto per una ragazza)

I know you guys wanna bang him. I guess some people just like risking STDs for a quick disappointing fuck.

13. Roberta (L’ultimo terrestre)

The absolute queen. She would have been higher on the list with more appearances and a better wig.

12. Nicky/Nicolo di Genova (The Old Guard)

Those sideburns, man. Also when there was an actual theory going around that Nicky was made ugly on purpose for this movie, do you expect him to land in the top 10? (He’s not ugly btw I’m just quoting you guys.)

11. Loris (Il mondo fino in fondo)

He’s hot and that’s the only thing he’s got going for him.

10. Gabriele (Waves)

He’s hot like Loris but in a more refreshing way.

9. Cesare (Non essere cattivo)

He’s hella cute y’all are just haters.

8. Fabio (Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot)

He’s very hot and he would have been in the top 5 if he washed his hair more often.

7. Guido Caselli (Tutti i santi giorni)

You don’t need me to explain why he’s so high on the list.

6. Martin Eden (Martin Eden)

If you’re curious why this one is so high on the list, ask literally every movie critic who was waxing poetic about his beauty.

5. Mickey Miranda (Die Pfeiler der Macht)

He’s hot and slutty and he looks like no Luca has ever looked. Saint Joseph wishes he had those curls.

4. Milton (Una questione privata)

He’s like Martin Eden but softer, younger and with kinder eyes.

3. Fabrizio de André (Fabrizio de André - Principe libero)

He’s so soft and beautiful and his hair is so silky.

2. Lui (Ricordi?)

There’s just something about him that is so arrrggghhh that I just couldn’t put him lower.

1. Primo Nizzuto (Trust)

Like there could ever be anyone else at number 1. Puh-lease.

[angsty-twihardxx]

SOFT DESCENT | T. MILLER

Description: When patrol with your boyfriend gets turned upside down, you get taken away from him. Will he find you in time? Or will you fall into a pit trying to save yourself?

Warnings: 18+ (all minors shall be banished) ANGST, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end, mentions of violence, death umm yeah i think that’s it.

A/N: I needed to write some angst to cleanse my brain from all the smut teehee, honestly idk what this is, I literally was listening to tlou part 2 soundtrack and this song came on and my brain came up with this. If you want to listen to it while your reading I guess you can for some ambience. I also have masterlist for this sexan (sexy Texan) *knee slap

But yeah if you like this yknow feel free to like and reblog. If you have any requests puh-lease send em my way. X

There was one thing to learn about the world you lived in, Cordyceps were scary, bloodthirsty monsters, but it was humans that were the real monsters. Whenever there was a time you were out in the world, away from the confines of a QZ or a commune like Jackson you were at risk.

The fungi was predictable, one part of an entire hive mind to reach a goal. Unlike people, Cordyceps couldn’t lie.

. . .

For the couple of years you had lived in Jackson, it was very rare that you joined Tommy on patrol, he remained annoyingly adamant on keeping you safe. Which you hated, did he not think you could handle it? That if the time came to it you couldn’t defend yourself?

It was a constant battle between the two of you despite the times you showed him that you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, he still wouldn’t budge. He was as stubborn as a mule at the worst of times.

Winter this year though had been extremely hard on the town, the icy winds were killing the crops, meaning that people weren’t getting the nutrients they need to fight the sicknesses that came with the cold. Patrol was low on me, most of them being bedridden with frostbite and the flu. There weren’t many people that were willing to leave the safety of the walls to help, except you.

Tommy had just made it into the stables from patrol when Maria brought up the idea of you helping, which he instantly turned down, that it wasn’t necessary; he would be fine on his own. But Maria wasn’t having it, she knew that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, and she knew that he did too. So by the end of their conversation she told him that you would join him for patrol the next day, and he wasn’t stupid enough to argue with her.

Which is why he was so grumpy the next morning, remaining mostly silent as the two of you got ready. The sun had barely touched the sky when you were jostled awake by the movement beside you in the bed. A muttered curse fell from his lips when he heard you move, no doub t trying to leave without you. “S’alright darlin’ just go back to sleep.” His voice was a hushed whisper as he tried to not wake you from your dreamy state.

But you knew him better than to think he was simply being courteous, you lazily swung the blankets over your legs. “Nice try cowboy.”

A permanent frown spread across Tommy’s forehead the entire morning, making it known that he wasn’t happy with this. But you paid no mind, actually just excited to go out and see the world again. Being out in the unmanned woods was your favourite, it reminded you of when you would go walking out in the moubntains near where you grew up. It almost felt like ‘then’ as well, with little to no infected you could just simply breathe.

Tommy didn’t realise how long it had been since you actually were on the other side of the walls, till he watched how excited you were. It was almost like everything was new to you again. “I forgot how pretty it was out here.” You sighed happily as you admire the large frozen lake at the bottom of the mountain.

Maybe he was a little overprotective of you, okay he definitely was. Tommy could admit that he was so worried about you getting hurt that he didn’t even think about what you wanted. Guilt crept up on him as he remembered how normal this used to be, when the two of you travelled to find Jackson in hopes for a better life. But now that he had it, he wanted to protect it as much as he could.

“Y’should see it in the springtime, all the animals runnin’ around. Reckon you’d enjoy it.” He looked over at you sweetly, suddenly forgetting how only a few hours ago he disliked the idea of you being out here with him.

“I would ask if that it an invitation but I don’t want to push my luck.” You sent a teasing smirk his way, knowing he was getting soft in his old age.

Snow was falling heavier once you and Tommy reached the patrol hut, which was already warm thanks to the two men before you. The bright red blames didn’t work fast enough to warm your hands, despite how many times you rubbed them together.

“Y’know that only works when you take your gloves off right?” He smirked, his eyes looking down at you for a brief moment before giving them a roll in amusement. If you were any closer you would’ve been sitting on top of the ember. “Stupid gloves don’t even work anyway.” You muttered slipping off the leather gloves and fanning your warm breath on your blue hands.

You content sigh filled the small room as the feeling in your fingers started to come back. Tommy always teased that you reminded him of a cat his mother had when he was younger, if there was a pocket of sun coming through the front window you would be there already bathing in its warmth. “What happened to the gloves I gave you for your birthday?” Tommy turned to face you as you sat beside him, kicking your legs up on the wood bench.

“That’s a good question for Ellie.” You cocked an eye his way, an annoyed groan falling from your mouth. You loved that girl like she was family, and you seemed to grow on her instantly. Which had many perks like having someone to tag team when it came to teasing the Miller brothers, someone to keep you company on those late nights when you were both home alone. But you drew the line when it came to your gloves.

The two of you were content sitting for a moment to find your bearings. As the cracking flames and howling snow filled winds muted the sound of approaching footsteps, that were silently creeping their way towards the hut where the two of you found yourselves in. Only alerting you of their presence as they kicked the door in, their guns already aimed at your heads before you could react. Knocking you both on the hard cement floor as you tried to speak, the air was snatched from your lungs as your chest collided on the ground.

You squirmed under the weight of the masked man that tied your arms behind you back, no matter how hard you struggled his grip was unrelenting. He let out a snicker as he pulled tighter on the ropes, the rough material pinching your skin.

“Asshole.”

Tommy on the other hand was quiet and calculated, watching their every move. Hunters never dared to get this close to Jackson, especially not in the winter. What were they up to?

He turned his attention back to you when he stopped hearing your voice, your eyes already on him, filled with worry. “We’re gonna be okay, alright?” He tried giving you a reassuring smile, wishing that he could hold you right now.

Boots echoed on the ground as the tension clearly rose with this man’s presence, he definitely had to be in charge. He was much bigger than the rest, almost look special ops with his helmet and thick bullet proof vest. The name Marshall was indented on the old badge, you wondered if that was always his vest, if the name belonged to him or not.

His eyes fell onto you for just a second too long, the bile in your stomach churned in disgust as he sent a smile your way.

“They had nothin’ useful, reckon these guys are from that town down south? They have guns and horses, wonder what else they got.”

“Potentially, I think they’d give us what we need. If they were persuaded enough.”

“N-no don’t fucken touch me!” You spat as two men approached you, fighting against the hands that grabbed your shoulders. Your legs kicked wildly in the air as you tried to writhe out of the strings arms that carried you away from Tommy.

“Please, I’ll get whatever you need, but don’t do this.” Tommy pleaded, his eyes watering in fear, just the thought of you getting taken away from him scared him to death. But he was ignored, your screams faded as they dragged you outside and out of his line of vision.

“Deal with him, you know what to do.”

. . .

Tommy woke up alone, something that gave him no ease. His head throbbed as he tried to stand, already shouting your name. Ignoring how the room spun around him as he made it outside, confirming that everything that happened before he was knocked out wasn’t some sick nightmare. It was real, you were gone.

He hoped that he hadn’t been unconscious for long, the sun was thankfully still in the sky, the maroon sunset was soon approaching. You were still closer, they couldn’t have taken you far.

Fucken hunters.

Tommy’s heart thumped in his chest as he called out for you for what felt like the hundredth time, fear grew in his chest the longer he didn’t see you. With no response again he ran towards the forests tree line, he had to find you. With no horse or weapons or even a plan he left in search of you.

Fuck how did he mess everything up so badly? This was what he was worried about happening to you, he should’ve left in the morning on his own, before either you or Maria could yell at him about it. He didn’t care if you hated him after this but he was never going to put you in harms way ever again. And that was a promise.

Your scream danced against the trees as it travelled to find Tommy, when he heard it for the first time his heart stopped in his chest. He ran towards the direction of your voice in a blinded fury, absolutely no idea what it was he was running into with nothing to protect himself. For all he knew there could be a whole camp full of people and he wouldn’t care, only seeing red.

His hurried footsteps slowed when he caught sight of an old farmhouse in the distance. Your horses were tied up to the fence post at the front, the people that took you were here. The smoke pouring from the chimney told him the building was occupied.

The wooden door bounced off the wall after being slammed open in Tommy’s rage. For a brief moment he paused, expecting to be ambushed upon his arrival. Only to be met with bodies scattered around the room, it was a brutal sight. Blood dried as it rolled down the walls, pooling on the hardwood floor under his boots. It only made the fear inside home grow, whether or not he would find you along with the others.

He was ripped from his worries when the sound of a struggle echoed down the stairs, after taking a discarded pistol he ascended frantically. Screaming your name as he searched each room for you, his hand grasping onto the pistol till his knuckles whitened. All of the worst possible outcomes flashed into his head but he was determined to find you even if it was the last thing he did.

Out of all the situations he thought of, he didn’t know if this was worse. Your agonising screams that fell out your mouth with every blow. The corroded pipe that you held onto or dear life as it collided with one of the hunters skulls.

Tommy froze as you swung your arm down once more, the warm blood tricked down your hand as it shook. He didn’t recognise the wild look in your eyes, almost as if it was someone else in control of your body. Guilt crept up inside him, if only he was here earlier. Then maybe the glimmer of hope in your eyes wouldn’t be missing.

That was something Tommy admired about you, after losing so much you never lost your sense of humanity, well until now that is.

The bang from from you dropping the pipe in your hand cut through the silence like a scolding blade. He softly called your name, although he doubted you even heard him.

The room was dead silent, Tommy’s steps were slow and precise as he approached you. Like a wild and scared animals that’s cornered, he was unsure of how you would react.

Your head spun around abruptly to face him, bottom lip quivering as tears fell down your cheek. His mouth moved as he spoke to you but all you could hear was a high-pitched ringing, whether it was from the gun going off near your head earlier or the adrenaline rushing through you.

“It’s okay baby, you’re okay. I’m here.” Tommy whispered into your hair as he knelt down to envelope you, he told himself that he was never letting you go again.

“I-they were going to-“ You tried to swallow the ever growing lump in your throat in your throat as you thought about the past few hours in disgust. Letting your head fall onto his shoulders you could really comprehend that he was here, Tommy found you.

“Your safe baby, I promise.” Tommy brought his hand to hold your head, holding back his own tears as you cried, He tried to hide how petrified he was, you were still shaking in fear even in the safety of his arms. Your blood curdling scream was still sending chills down his spine.

He should’ve been the one to kill all these assholes, it meant holding up the structural belief you had that there were still good people in the world, he would kill anybody.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you home yeah?” He smiled at you sadly, it broke his heart seeing you so broken and defeated, he had never seen you like this before. You nodded softly in response, you couldn’t stay here a second longer. Your throat was on fire, you doubted any noise would come out anyway.

. . .

Your trembling arms were wrapped tightly around Tommy’s torso the entire ride home. With your head resting on his shoulder blade you watched the sun fall behind the mountains, you felt so numb as the adrenaline began to wear off. After everything, you felt so hopeless that you couldn’t believe you thought you were capable of all this.

“M’gonna stay home for a few days, hows that sound baby?” Tommy continued to talk to you despite your lack of response, he wasn’t going to push you but he also wasn’t going to give up.

The welcoming lights of Jackson came into view, filling you with very little relief. You dreaded the confused looks and questions you would receive from the townsfolk. Just the thought of it made the panic creep back up your chest, you couldn’t be around these people right now, let alone anyone for that matter. You cringe at how pathetic you sounded, reminding you how pitiful Tommy looked when he found you.

So when the horse stopped in the stables you were off in seconds, walking in the direction of you and Tommy’s shared home. The ringing in your ear masked the calls of your name from Tommy. He let out a huff of air from his nose in annoyance before following you down the street. A deep crease remerging on his head as you picked up your pace.

Tommy called out for again as he walked into an empty living room, only to be met with the sound of your bedroom door being slammed shut.

What felt like a smack to the face was going to open the door only to find that it was locked. Tommy Leto it an exhausted sigh as his head dipped against the wood, your muffled tears leaked through the cracks. You never pushed him away like this before and it was honestly breaking him, he wanted nothing more than to comfort you. He didn’t care if he had to hold you in his arms till they ached, he would do it for you. Tommy called out your name again, more defeated than the last dozen times he had today. “Baby please let me in, I-I don’t know how else to help you.” His voice shook as he felt tears beginning to brim.

God he didn’t even want to think how much pain you were in, he doesn’t even know what happened. He wasn’t really sure he wanted to either. Tommy was met with no response again, he was going to wait right here, for as long you needed him too.

. . .

It was early in the morning when he heard a creak of the door opening behind him, startling him out of his light sleep. The sun was beginning to pour into the hallway through the now open door to your bedroom, peeking inside he saw the small silhouette that was you. Sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, your eyes stared out the window, soaking the sun as if it would magically heal you.

Tommy doubted that you had slept much either, your red eyes indicated you most likely spent it crying. He wished you let him hold you, that you knew that you didn’t have to do this alone. It reminded him from when he enlisted in the army, the first time he took a life. It took everything in him to not go back home, but the fear that you would turn him away made him worried he’d never get to see you again. For so long he felt like a monster that he didn’t deserve happiness. Yet you continued to love him, even after everything that he did after that.

Kneeling in front of you he placed a firm hand on your knee, letting the calloused skin alert you that he was here. “Talk to me baby, please.” Tommy breathed out, engulfing your hands in he looked up at you softly. The dark bangs under his eyes told you that this had been just as hard for him as it had for you. You had probably put him through hell and he was still just as patient.

God you loved him so much.

“I was just— I thought I was going to die.” Your voice trembled as the tears continued to fall down your cheeks, you were surprised there were still some left. Remembering how scared you were after taking down the first hunter, the bruises that he left on your forearm where he tried to pry your arms from around his neck were a dark shade of purple.

“You were right though, I should’ve listened to you and just stayed here.” Wiping your tears on Tommy’s shirt sleeve that you wore, you thought it would been easier. Taking out all the men that tried to kill you only seemed to make you feel worse. You know you shouldn’t have, but you wondered if they had any family waiting for them back wherever home was.

You were so fucken stupid.

“N-no, ain’t none of this is your fault y’hear me? It was either you or them, I-I know it’s hard but you made the right choice.”

“How can that be the right choice Tommy? They’re all dead because of me, me!” You pointed an accusing finger at your chest, your sadness now turning into anger with yourself. He wondered how long you were thinking this, that you were a bad person because in his eyes you were perfect. It was those assholes that put you in danger that were the monsters.

“Yeah and they would’ve done the same to you, but that’s the world we live in. You can’t let it take over.”

“I don’t know if I can stop it.” Your head shook quickly, your voice trembling in between tears. “You can baby, I know it’s hard but—“

“No!” You almost sound pained, ripping away from Tommy’s hands you placed them on your face, wiping away more tears. “Every time I close my eyes I just see him, everything that I did Tommy-“

“It’s not fair I know, but your gonna get through this. I promise.” Now it was his turn to interrupt you, he didn’t need to hear it all this second, right now he just needed to let you cry.

Your shoulders shook as you fell into the arms of your boyfriend safe embrace, who whispered sweet nothings into your hair. You knew you were always safe when you were with him, there was never a doubt of that in your mind.

[mousegard]

Aria of the Black Eagle - Season 1 Masterpost

For the better part of the past year, fifteen-year-old Tachibana Hibiki has been the one and only wielder of the magical armor Gungnir—until she crosses paths with an imperious young woman willing to make the entire world her enemy in the pursuit of justice... Adrestian emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg and her Black Eagle Strike Force!

Wait, that's not how Symphogear G went down...

With the Church of Seiros repelled from Garreg Mach by the Black Eagle Strike Force, Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg's war for the liberation of Fódlan reaches its turning point. But just as she begins to plan her next move to attack Arianrhod, she and several of her closest comrades find themselves whisked away by a mysterious force to a world like nothing they've seen before: mid-21st century Tokyo!

SYMPHOGEAR G''' Episode List:

Episode 1: Three Relics

Hibiki comes to the rescue of the Black Eagles when they inexplicably find themselves in the middle of Tokyo. Byleth wins a new job in an arm-wrestling competition.

Episode 2: Of Course You Have White Hair and Trauma

Byleth pits students against teachers in a relic-versus-relic mock battle. Chris gets roped into hosting an impromptu movie night. Edelgard finds a mentorship opportunity.

Episode 3: Singer, Sacrist, Sentinel, Spy

With an exciting development in Tsubasa's career drawing nearer, mystery swirls around her soon-to-be fellow performer, Maria Cadenzavna Eve. The Black Eagles assist in transporting a dangerous relic.

Episode 4: Parabellum

The world reels from Maria's shocking announcement while Tsubasa is held hostage onstage over her secret identity. Backstage, Bernadetta gets to know her captors.

Episode 5: The Second Coming of Finé

Maria's declaration of war leaves the Black Eagles and their new students shaken. Byleth decides to teach Hibiki a new subject. On her way to Tokyo, Petra flirts with the Illuminati's top brass.

Episode 6: Pride of the Crimson Flower

Those Who Slither in the Dark reveal themselves, putting Hibiki and Miku in grave danger. Bernadetta accidentally gets caught up in a fake gay marriage after her captors buy a house.

Episode 7: Crossbows in the Firelight

A third Gungnir wielder reveals herself in the Black Eagles' moment of need. While organizing an exchange with Maria and Doctor Ver, Vanessa must act as an impromptu bodyguard for her new neighbors.

Episode 8: Die Hand Die Verletzt

While she adjusts to her new life and identity, Heidrun begins Miku's dark magic training. When Doctor Ver pushes Maria past her moral breaking point, Dorothea offers her a shoulder to cry on.

Episode 9: Heart of Stone

After receiving devastating news from her boss, Vanessa vanishes. Doctor Ver exchanges his frail human collaborators for the cruel perfection of the Nephilim. Lysithea reunites Bernadetta with the Black Eagles.

Episode 10: A Long-Awaited Reunion

While the Black Eagle Strike Force reunites, Bernadetta gives Vanessa something new to live for. Lysithea and Edelgard discover a new scientific perspective on Crests. Kirika figures something terrifying about herself.

Episode 11: Where Silence Has Lease

Stinging from past defeats, Maria throws herself into her villainous role. Hibiki and Shirabe end up unlikely allies against Kronya and Shez. Hibiki's mother begins to worry about her daughter's mysterious extracurricular activities.

Episode 12: Across the Curl Unmarked By Borders

Fearing she may not have much time before Finé seizes control of her body, Kirika hunts Ingrid down and challenges her to a rematch—to the death. Maria breaks down under the weight of her mounting losses.

Episode 13: G'''

Doctor Ver reveals his new partner in crime—and it will take more than the combined might of all three Gungnir wielders to put a stop to them.

Season 1 | Season 2 | Season 3

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Movie Review | Dolly Dearest (Lease, 1991)

I’m always interested in how porn directors adapt to mainstream features, and from a number of examples I’ve seen, you definitely notice difficulties with the pacing, when you have to fill up at least ninety minutes of runtime and don’t have the requisite sex scenes to pad it accordingly. And while I don’t think this is an especially good movie, nor one that particularly bears its director’s signature, I will say that Maria Lease doesn’t have the same problem, and in fact seems to take the horror elements quite ably. Between the windy nighttime scenes and the sweltering daytime scenes, there’s some pretty solid atmosphere to be found here, and at least one pretty gnarly kill gore gag involving a sewing machine.

This is a Child’s Play knockoff with a few distinguishing features. One, while all children’s dolls are creepy, this still looks believable, like something you might actually find in a toy store. Two, there is more than one doll, and some of the scares involve multiple dolls scuttling about and sneaking up on characters. Three, as the dolls get more evil, they get old and wrinkly for some reason. I’m not sure how intentional this was. Four, the premise involves a family moving to Mexico to take over a doll factory, which lends itself to some political commentary that the movie doesn’t quite flesh out.

As far as the family unit goes, the child actors are surprisingly not terrible, which is a big risk with these things. The daughter does a nice job sneering anytime she sees a cross or any display of religiosity, like I assume the atheist characters do in one of those Kevin Sorbo movies. And the son gets a badass one-liner when he blows away one of the dolls with a shotgun. What really sinks the movie are the surprisingly terrible adult performances. Sam Bottoms looks like his brain is still fried from ‘Nam, Denise Crosby is entirely wooden, and Rip Torn seemingly changes his accent multiple times over the course of a sentence. So maybe there’s fun to be had in that respect as well, although whatever empathy and nuances in perspective Lease brought to her porn work seem to be absent here. I’m a little disappointed that my exploration of Lease’s career is ending on this middling note, but the movie is not entirely without its charms.

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pelipper mail: a dream of kind touch.

You are in bed with her— not euphemistically, you don’t much care for the carnal, but the emotional intimacy is enough. You are wearing her clothes, a simple simple pajama top and shorts, but someday you want to buy your own clothes. To discard your noble title, to be…just Maria.

You’ve been thinking about a future with her.

“I think I’m losing you, Maria,” she says, face contorted in pain but trying to smile as she touches your face. “You’re so distant, sometimes, I…

“It’s like Yharnam never left you. I think it would be best if you returned.”

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Sinthia: The Devil’s Doll (1970)

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a pepper sprout masterlist

summary: Jackson has given Joel a new lease on life. Tommy and him have never been closer; Ellie’s safe and sound, and settling in well here. He has all he could need. Too bad Tommy and Maria don’t see it that way, and have made it their mission to find him someone. But when a failed set-up with Ellie’s teacher results in an unlikely friendship, Joel discovers something he really wants.

pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader/OFC (established backstory). No y/n or physical description. Reader is related to a faceless NPC from Last of Us Part 2.

rating: E (18+ blog)

warnings: some violence, language, apocalypse themes, eventual smut, post last of us part 1 (so spoilers? I guess), POV switch, a little alcohol here and there, ambiguous age gap. Individual ratings on each chapter.

chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5