#oscar wilde appreciation hours

[coco-loco-nut]

Actress

Pairing: Logan x Reader

Summary: A former F2 driver gets the chance to star on the big screen.

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long. August was the busiest month of my internship and 60 hour work weeks are tough, plus an hour commute 🥲

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Filming in the Formula One paddock was something else. Sure, you have been here before, but this was something different. You were fulfilling your childhood dream of being a Formula One driver, kinda.

“We will start filming in 15,” your producer says at the end of their tangent. The race suit hangs at your hips as you stand, watching other drivers go by.

“Why does she look familiar?” Lando asks Oscar, both ready to collapse in their drivers rooms after a long qualifying session.

“She drove in Formula Two with Trident a few years ago,” Oscar quietly observes you, mentally debating whether it would be weird to approach you.

“She seems to be doing well for herself,” Lando hums, feeling ready to take a nap. Oscar steps away, deciding it’s more awkward to say nothing than to at least say hello.

“Hi, y/n, right? I’m Oscar, we used to race against each in F2,” Oscar extends his hand, unsure if you remember him. A bit silly, seeing as how you hung out a good amount.

“Of course, I remember. Too many adventures to forget. I considered copying your tweet to announce my contract wasn’t getting extended,” you smile, showing you aren’t upset.

“I’m sorry, you were a good driver,” Oscar offers, but you shake your head. You won a couple races in F2, but that was a lot of luck.

“I hit my ceiling, and there wasn’t going to be a seat waiting for me since I wasn’t in an F1 driver academy. I still drive occasionally in Indycar to keep my license,” you push down the little bit of longing, watching drivers walk through the paddock.

“How did you get into acting?” Oscar asks, genuinely curious at how you got involved in the movie.

“It was a bit of a wild experience. I applied to stunt drive for the film, but they liked my look and I guess I act well enough. So I ended up with one of the leads, a racing prodigy. Some tips on being one would be greatly appreciated,” Oscar’s cheeks flame when you call him a prodigy. He’s too humble for that.

“I wouldn’t say that. You know racing better than most, if not all, the people working on the movie, so I know you will be okay,” Oscar reassures you.

“Y/n, come to the garage. We film in ten,” an assistant comes to get you. You hesitate, not quite wanting to end your conversation.

“I’ll walk with you?” Oscar suggests, knowing you must feel a little out of place despite looking like you are meant to be here.

“Thanks. I can’t tell you the last time I was in a Formula One garage,” you say, letting out a sigh of relief. You would normally insist that he goes to his post-race meetings, but the accompaniment is needed.

“Anything for an old friend and rival,” Oscar jokes causing you both to chuckle, easing what’s left of the awkward tension.

“Is Logan still your bestie? I know you both were close,” you ask, your helmet feeling heavy in your hand.

“We are still close. I’m sure he’d love to see you again. He used to have a crush on you,” Oscar reveals as you get close to the garage the production team set up, you think it might actually be functional too.

“Aww, maybe we should get dinner sometime. Are you still with Lily?” you ask, feeling pre-race jitters even though you are only doing a few laps. There needs good film for both you and Pitt, so you are taking the track at different Grand Prix races this year.

“Yeah, it’s going well. Text me when you have a free weekend, I’ll get McLaren to invite you as a guest,” Oscar smiles, observing you. “You’ve been doing this all your life, it’s just you, the car, and the track,” he reminds you, sensing the nerves.

“Thanks, Oscar. It was nice to see a familiar face,” you say before heading into the garage. You thought it would be a standard F2 car, but you were wrong, they modified it to look like an F1 car.

You inspect your car, mentally noting what they changed and how it might affect your drive. After a quick conversation with Mercedes engineers, you get into the car, testing your radio and doing some final checks. Once the FIA clears you, you exit into pit lane, careful not to speed.

You keep your breathing steady, focusing on the feel of the car. You’ve raced at Silverstone before, this is no different. You did your track walk, you’ve sim raced, you warmed up and have kept up with your race training. After a lap to warm up your tires, you drive like you are racing. Each turn feels natural, your muscle memory kicking in and the car responding nicely. Oscar was right, you’ve been driving all your life, it’s just you and the car. You don’t waste the opportunity, pushing the car to its limits, driving on the edge. You prove why you belonged in F2. Indycar is great, but it isn’t the same.

“Two more laps then bring it in,” you hear over the radio, and you can’t help but wish you could drive more. There will be other filming opportunities, but you won’t lie and say that you didn’t miss racing regularly.

When you bring the car in, you feel like you are on cloud nine.

“It drives great, I hope those laps were good enough,” you smile, pulling off your helmet and balaclava.

“Spectacular drive, I knew having you in the car was a good choice,” Lewis says, appearing beside you. He’s working as a consultant on the movie, but you haven’t actually met him yet.

“Sir Hamilton, wow, I, um, thank you so much. It means a lot coming from you,” you stumble over your words, almost dropping your helmet.

“You raced in F2, without the support of an academy, and won a couple races. You are a good driver,” Lewis further compliments you. If you were to die right now, you would have no objections.

“I am literally at a loss for words, you have no idea how much that means coming from you. You inspired me to keep racing,” you are torn between crying and melting into the ground out of happiness.

“I look forward to watching your other drives, you have talent. It’s disappointing that you didn’t get another contract,” Lewis says a little offhandedly before heading back to Mercedes.

“We are going to get shots of you in the garage,” you are informed, before being requested to go back to hair and makeup.

“This is what it looks like to be a driver. We all aren’t Carlos, we don’t look flawless right after a race,” you joke as you push back again the request, pulling your balaclava back on.

You spend the next hour filming, and a part of you misses when you would be meeting with your team instead after driving laps. As you wrap up and change into something that isn’t your racing suit, aka sweat pants and an old team hoodie, you cannot wait to get back to the hotel.

“Y/n!” you quickly recognize the American accent. Logan jogs to catch up with you.

“Hey, Logan. Sorry about qualifying, tough luck,” you smile sympathetically as he shrugs.

“Can’t do much when the car is slow. Congrats on the role, I’m glad you were able to find footing after not getting resigned,” he says, clearly aware of his uncertain future.

“There is still tomorrow,” you offer, hoping to reassure him a little.

“It was nice to see you drive again, you did some great laps. Was that an F1 car?” Logan asks, changing the topic.

“Modified F2 car. It was great, the car felt amazing,” you smile as Logan walks beside you. A small part of you hopes that a team will watch your drive and sign you.

“Well maybe one day you will get to drive one for real. After the race tomorrow we should go out for drinks,” Logan says, quickly adding on “you, me, and Oscar,” to the end.

“Sounds great, I missed you guys,” your car is parked in the opposite direction of Logan’s. You start walking away and Logan watches as you approach your car. As he is about to turn away, you turn back towards him. “Maybe we could grab drinks without Oscar sometime?” you yell, hoping you aren’t shooting the wrong shot and Oscar was right.

“I’d like that,” Logan calls back, his cheeks flushed. With a smile you turn back to your car, looking forward to the date.

You arrive to the Paddock early the next day, wanting to catch the F2 race. Trident invited you go visit, and you can’t deny you wanted to take the opportunity to network. It is also nice to catch up with your former team.

“Great drive, yesterday. You posted some pretty good times,” Maurizio compliments. You haven’t spoken much to your former team principal since you left F2.

“Thank you, it was nice to be behind the wheel again,” you take it gracefully, knowing there’s a fine line between demonstrating skill and boasting.

“Perhaps we can discuss a contract sometime,” he leaves you with those parting words and you can’t help but feel a buzz of excitement. You make sure to take your exit as soon as the race ends, not wanting to make anything awkward.

Earlier you received a text from someone at Mercedes telling you how to pick your paddock and hospitality pass. Lewis apparently asked them to invite you to watch from the Mercedes hospitality after your drive yesterday. So now you are on the hunt to find the hospitality.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you notice someone start walking beside you.

“Hey, Logan,” you don’t know why, but you can feel the heat of a blush creeping over your fac. “Don’t you have a race to prepare for?” You question, an attempt to distract him.

“I have time before the driver’s parade and I saw you out here,” Logan throws his arm around your shoulder.

“Lucky me, then. I was just on my way to Mercedes, want to show me where I’m going?” you smoothly ask, feeling your stomach flip in anticipation.

“That I can do,” he smiles down at you, happy to show you around. You make small talk as he points things out on your walk, and you don’t know any better so he takes you the long way.

“Hey, you are the girl in that F1 movie, the prodigy,” you instantly recognize Daniel Ricciardo. Logan is a little confused, not having many run-in’s with the VCARB driver, but he rolls with it.

“Yeah,” you nod, blushing from embarrassment. These guys are the best in the world and you are just imitating them.

“We drove in F2 together,” Logan interjects, causing Daniel to look at the two of you in surprise.

“Ah, sick! That’s so cool. Good to know there is a real driver in it. I gotta go but it was nice meeting you!” With that, the Honey Badger left, wearing his iconic smile.

“He is an interesting guy,” you can’t help but smile in amusement as you reflect on the interaction.

“You got that right. Have you met Alex and Lily? I’ll have to invite you to a race soon, give you a reason to hang around,” Logan says, turning up his flirting. He never got over his crush for you.

“I haven’t, and I hate to break the news, but Oscar called dibs on inviting me to the next race. Maybe you two can share custody,” you joke as you pass McLaren, only making it funnier.

The drop off at Mercedes was a bit rushed. Turns out, Logan lied about having plenty of time before the Driver’s Parade, but in his defense, he didn’t really look at a clock before stopping you. That was also how you met George Russell.

Unfortunately for Oscar and Logan, you had to cancel on post-race drinks. You got called back to the studio for an early shoot, meaning you left after the race and caught the next plane back to America.

The bright side is that there wasn’t a race the next week, so Logan took advantage and caught a flight to surprise you. He may be a guy, but he was able to pick up on the flirting the both of you were doing. Logan arrived at your hotel soon after you were done filming for the day, and knocked on the door. The only reason he knew your hotel room number is because he said he was going to doordash you food after the long few days.

“Thanks for bringing it to my room, here’s an extra-“ you stop mid sentence when you realize it isn’t a dasher at your hotel room door.

“I hope McDonald’s is okay? I’ve been craving fries,” he smiles, amused by your stunned reaction.

“I don’t know whether I want to cry or hug you,” you open the door wider so he can enter the room.

“This isn’t how I pictured our first date,” you comment after a few minutes of eating food that you probably shouldn’t be and watching comfort movies. Logan almost chokes on his fry.

“I’ll make it up to you then, take you out on a proper date,” he vows.

“I like this, though. Our lives are so crazy anyway,” you smile to yourself as he wraps an arm around you, letting you get closer to him. The both of you enjoy small talk throughout the movie, your head ending up on his shoulder, fighting off the sleep that threatens to creep in.

Logan hears your soft snores as the movie ends and quietly watches you. He ponders just falling asleep too, claiming you both dozed off during the movie, but it feels too soon. So, he carefully wakes you up so it seems like you didn’t doze off.

“I didn’t realize it was so late,” you comment, unsure if you fell asleep or not.

“I didn’t either. I should go, early flight and all that,” Logan grimaces, not ready to leave.

“Do you have a hotel room? You can stay here if needed,” you offer.

“No, no, it’s okay. I got a room for the night. I wouldn’t want to impose,”

“Well, I had a great time. I look forward to our next,” you smile, face close to Logan’s. He strongly debates kissing you, but he doesn’t want to screw this up, so he slowly pulls away.

“I do too. Sleep well,” with a boyish smile, he quietly exits. You lay back in the bed with a content sigh.

You and Logan dated quietly, not wanting to make a big deal out of things. The fans loved it when you hung out with him, Oscar, and some other drivers from your F2 days. They especially loved it when Trident announced you would be rejoining the team next season, right after filming finishes.

The best part about driving F2 was that you could skip a lot of the press tour stuff, but you did try. Somehow, you got Logan to agree to attend the London premiere with you. It was a big deal, all of the grid is expected to attend.

He is the first out of the car once you reach the red carpet, quickly making his way to your door so he can assist you out.

“Are you ready?” he asks with a slightly nervous smile. It’s your first public outing as a couple, despite your soft launching.

“With you? Always,” you confidently take the red carpet, answering questions and posing for cameras. At some point, Oscar and Lily join you both, happy to take group pictures.

“There is our star,” Oscar says when they arrive.

“Thank you for being here! I’m excited for everyone to see it,” you smile, a little on edge around so many Formula One legends. You swear you even saw Guenther Steiner walk past you.

“I didn’t know you two were dating,” George says once you make it inside where everyone is mingling.

“I convinced her somehow,” Logan smiles at you, clearly enamored.

“Well, you two look great together. Let’s get coffee sometime,” George says before walking away. Logan just signed with Mercedes, and you were so proud. He tried to play it down, but you made sure to celebrate it.

“How are you feeling?” Logan asks, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“A little nervous, it’s a great movie, but I’m nervous. There’s been some recent negativity because I’m a driver and starred in the movie. Something to do with pushing the female driver agenda,” you shift your weight back and forth. Logan pulls you close to him, providing a support as you take the moment to relax before starting your rounds again.

“Ah, there she is! Y/n, let me introduce you to some friends of mine,” Brad Pitt says as you walk past him with Logan. You stay for a minute before Logan provides an exit plan.

“I think we should head to our seats, don’t want to miss the movie,” he says, smoothly allowing you to leave and go into the theater. You are seated beside Lewis, who has mentored and coached you this season.

Before you know it, the movie is starting. The scene pans down from the sunset to your car flying on the track. As you turn the corner, an engineer is shown analyzing your data with a headset on. Silently, other motion to screens, nodding along with a comment. All you can hear is the roar of the engine on track as the engineer activates his radio.

“Box box,”

[greenthena]

Ineffable Lapels: Our Side

I've seen some stellar breakdowns and analyses of the costuming for Good Omens, and I'm personally blown away by the consideration afforded to each element of the visual production of this show. I even appreciate the anachronistic elements that Claire Anderson chose to use in the 537 A.D. Kingdom of Wessex flashback, because aesthetic was more important than historical accuracy (Oscar Wilde would support me here, I am certain.) And to be perfectly honest, 6th century European armor was not going to cut it. So much quilting.

This discussion is just a little traffic circle spin that I wanted to address with no larger point than to say how much I adore Anderson's work on this show. That's a lie. This post has actually gotten out of hand, so grab yourself six shots of espresso in a big cup and get in. We're going for a ride.

It's the smallest detail, but have you noticed the Ineffable Idiots' lapels? Crowley's lapels always point up (not the case with any other demons). Aziraphale's lapels always point down* (again, not the case with other angels). *I'll address the one divergence at the end of this post. It's kind of the whole point. It'll be worth it. Just drink your espresso and listen.

Lapels are a fantastically subtle way to express characterization when costuming an angel and a demon. Perhaps Aziraphale's lapels are an echo of his wings? Maybe Crowley's lapels symbolize devil horns? Maybe their costumes are just reaching out trying to give each other a hug. I dunno.

I'm going to start with promo shots from both seasons that show Crowley and Aziraphale's present day wardrobes. The first promo shot pictures the costumes for all of present day S1. It's perfect for demonstrating the most pronounced expression of the lapels. Consider this a baseline or something like that.

The close up of the promo for S2 (featuring nakey Gabriel and the migrating nightingales...I'm not crying, you're crying) shows pretty similar costumes to the first season. Yes, the hairstyles have subtly changed (Crowley's not so subtly, perhaps), but the lapel positioning for both characters remains consistent.

Going back in time. (Let's call this the Baby Antichrist Era, shall we?) Crowley's collar is quite a bit narrower than in the present day, but the lapels still point up. Obviously, Aziraphale is still wearing the same coat. Obviously.

I will never recover from this John Lennon bastardry. But still, check out those lapels. And the brocade is so 60's and so over the top.

And here's Michael delivering his favorite line from S1, whilst breaking Crowley's (and literally everyone else's) heart. Do take a gander at those downward-facing lapels, though, and 'scuse me while I go have a quick cry.

I'm going out of order with this next image, back to the start of the Holy Water incident. (Don't worry, we will get to 1941. It requires more attention and will have to wait its turn.) Not a whole lot I want to pull from this image other than Aziraphale's fuzzy top hat and Crowley's snake-handled cane, which I believe he's using as he recovers from his recent trip to Hell. These costume pieces have nothing to do with lapels, I just think they're neat. But the lapel pattern holds: up for the demon, down for the angel.

A few decades earlier, we see Crowley in Edinburgh just hours before being sucked into an infernal whirlpool. The lapels here are more parallel than distinctly upward-pointing, but the extravagant shoulders on this overcoat demand a balancing lapel line.

Likewise, on Aziraphale's overcoat we don't see a defined downward-pointing lapel, so much as a wide horizontal collar, but the layers of wing-like capelets create an impression of flowing down. With these two stunning overcoats from the Edinburgh flashback set, I think the unusual period elements take the place of the lapels in demonstrating the upward tilt in Crowley's ensembles, and the downward pull in Aziraphale's.

Okay, now we can discuss 1941. Because this is where the cookie crumbles. Originally, these costumes vexed me. As usual, Crowley wears his upward-pointing lapels. But Azirapalala, goddamnit, also has upward-pointing lapels to match Crowley. But am I gonna' let a little thing like this destroy my thesis? Don't shit with me when I am analyzing costumes, because this is also the night when Aziraphale realizes he's in love with Crowley (this is Sheen cannon and cannot be disputed).

Their lapels match because of Aziraphale's revelation--he finally understands what it means to be on "Our Side," because he's finally admitted to himself that he is head-over-bloody-heels in love with the wily demon. The matching lapels in 1941 is some St. John of Patmos-level stuff, I think, their matching collars revealing their synchronicity. Even if it's only for the one night, they're one the same page, heading in the same direction. I know many of us in the fandom are pretty preoccupied with the idea of a third 1941 flashback in S3 because this night seems to be the hinge in their relationship. It's the night when everything changes. It's not just Crowley swooping in to rescue his angel, as he's done in the past. They're mutually dependent on one another to make it through the night alive, well, at least to avoid discorporation (it's romantic, okay?) Crowley diverts the Luftwaffe plane; Aziraphale protects them from the blast of the bomb; Crowley saves the books; Aziraphale saves Crowley's ass from an irate Mrs. Henderson; Crowley saves Aziraphale's magic show (by literally not discorporating him on stage); and Aziraphale saves both their asses with some surprisingly successful prestidigitation when he swaps out the incriminating photo Furfur had managed to snap of the Ineffable Morons.

Crowley and Aziraphale's matching lapels in 1941 isn't a fluke or a costuming blunder. I think it's a very subtle head nod to what we all know actually happened that night: Aziraphale took a tenuous step forward in their relationship. A step 6000 years in the making. A step that, if noticed by their respective superiors, could mean the actual and eternal end to them. He couldn't shout it from the rooftops--he couldn't even speak of it directly in private (I mean he tried, but "That's what friends are for" was as painful for the viewer as it was for Crowley and Aziraphale.) He couldn't disclose through words or direct actions what he needed the demon to know, so he used what avenue he had available to him. Through the subdued symbolism of his bloody lapels, Aziraphale communicated to his demon, "I am on Our Side."

For reading to the end of this post, you get a very special reward! Here is The Amazing Mr. Fell. I love him. I'm not going to address right now the fantastic costume because this beauty deserves a post of its own--the cape with the stars! THE CAPE WITH THE STARS! HE'S SWATHED HIMSELF IN CROWLEY'S CREATION...I'm fine.

[cantsayidont]

I feel like I should say for the record that I wouldn't mind that LOVE LIES BLEEDING goes way off the rails repeatedly if in doing so it hadn't ended up becoming something quite different than it started out. I knew going in that it was going to be some kind of lesbian weightlifting fetish thing where a bodybuilder does too many steroids because her GF thinks it's hot; I didn't appreciate the KStew character's weird biphobic fit, and I wasn't expecting and wasn't wild about the segue into "series of incredibly brutal murders," but I could have dealt with that stuff if the movie had stuck to the original direction in some recognizable way. The problem is that I did not sign on to watch Ed Harris being a creepy old gangster with the universe's most nightmarish wig, just as in BOUND, I didn't sign on for an hour of Joey Pants having a homicidal meltdown while the Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon characters are shoved into the background. In both cases, though, that's what we end up getting, at the expense of those movies' original concepts and, honestly, their primary selling points.

The toxic fetishism stuff in LOVE LIES BLEEDING was nonetheless sort of refreshing in the wake of AMMONITE, because whatever else one might say about LOVE LIES BLEEDING, it is not concerned with bourgeoisie art house respectability. The thing about AMMONITE that I find obnoxious is that its gray gloomy biopic ambiance seems to exist largely to cover for the film's actual primary appeal, which is seeing Saoirse Ronan fuck Kate Winslet. It's like the opposite of putting your kid's medicine or your dog's pills in a spoonful of peanut butter or applesauce to cover the bitter taste; the film's notoriously explicit central sex scene is surrounded by a lot of rather unappetizing porridge and some weak attempts at historical feminist commentary, because if it weren't, it might be derided as disreputable pulpy smut rather than Oscar-bait Cinéma for affluent white people to discuss afterward over a glass of chardonnay. LOVE LIES BLEEDING is willing to own being disreputable, pulpy, and (for a while) smutty, which is commendable; it would be more commendable if it didn't use that as a segue into the drearier reaches of post-Tarantino crime drama.

[yourtastefulcannibal]

dr. lecter? i just got a book and i was wondering if you’ve read it, and what your thoughts are if you have?

“I have indeed read it — I am quite the enjoyer of Oscar Wilde’s work. I would have loved to have met him, if such a thing were possible.” He turned the book over in his hands, admiring the elegant cover design. It wasn’t the way the book he’d read had looked, but he got the sense that Wilde might have appreciated it.

“It is lauded as a classic for a reason, I think — the ending is surely one that, if it hasn’t been spoiled for you, should take you by surprise. At least it did for me upon my first read of it, many years ago. I believe I read it on the train between Florence and Milan when I was in my early twenties. It certainly seemed to make the time go faster, although the voyage was less than three hours in all, if memory serves me correctly.”

“I think you might enjoy it, particularly if you’ve read and enjoyed Wilde’s other works. His humour and wit shows through in this as clearly as it does in any of his novels.”

[sylvienerevarine]

The Basis of Optimism is Sheer Terror: A Sylvieverse Short

(the title is an Oscar Wilde quote, in keeping with the rest of my Mephala's Thrice-Damned Web shorts. I'll add this on AO3 at some point)

My thought process on this one was "what if Ulfric and Sophrine had a pleasant interaction for once" and then I started reading @thequeenofthewinter's lovely Ulfric story and couldn't resist adding in her character Dahlia. I guess in this universe Dahlia's not the dragonborn, but she is STILL a relatable queen.

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The clock on the wall was ticking so loudly Sophrine’s ears were ringing–or so it felt, anyway, as she and the Jarl of Windhelm stared at one another from across the low stone table. Said table was covered in trays of pastries and a surprisingly nice tea set, but it didn’t seem any less like a war room.

“So,” she said at last.

“So,” Ulfric repeated. “I…appreciate you coming.”

Sophrine doubted this very much. “I was surprised to receive your invitation, I have to say. The last time I was here you very firmly kicked me out.”

Ulfric’s eyes narrowed. “You threatened to breathe fire at me, Miss Aulette. A man in my position cannot be too cautious, something I should think that you would understand…”

“Breathe, dear,” advised the pretty dark-haired woman at his side. She was Ulfric’s new wife, Sophrine knew, a local woman named Dahlia. Elegant as she was, the way she carried herself made it clear she was no stranger to battle. She was some years younger than her husband, yet he seemed almost to defer to her.

“We agreed,” Dahlia went on, “that this would be a friendly meeting. It’s no good for the Jarl of Windhelm and the Last Dragonborn to be bitter enemies, you’ll end up Shouting the entire country to pieces.”

Ulfric sniffed. “I can be friendly, if she can.”

Sophrine racked her brains for friendly topics of conversation, ones that wouldn’t result in violence. In the end, she settled on the one thing she knew the two had in common. “You also studied with the Greybeards, didn’t you?”

“I did, in fact,” Ulfric replied, looking relieved. “For nearly ten years. Sometimes I regret not staying, but I was never suited for the life of a monk.”

Dahlia snickered and elbowed her husband fondly. “He certainly isn’t.”

Didn’t want to know that. “I wish I could have spent a longer time there myself,” said Sophrine. “There was always just so much going on, not to mention my husband and children… but it’s a special place, High Hrothgar.”

“I suppose, with your inherent abilities, your training was more efficient than mine. I could never tell if I progressed slowly because of my own failings, or because those old men couldn’t be bothered to move any faster.” He chuckled. “Does Arngeir still take three hours to drink a single cup of tea?”

Sophrine laughed. “Yes! And it always gets cold halfway through, and he just keeps on sipping, completely focused. I can tolerate freezing cold mountaintops and slaying dragons, but I’ll never be enlightened enough to tolerate cold tea.” She frowned as a thought hit her. “All those years you were studying at High Hrothgar, did you ever meet Paarthurnax?”

“No, I never did. Novices like me weren’t allowed near the fellow. Except, I suppose, a Dragonborn.” Ulfric took a sip of tea and looked at Sophrine piercingly. “What was he like, then? I suppose he’d have to be ancient by now.”

“Well,” said Sophrine, not quite sure how to start. “Yes, he’s quite old. Also a dragon.”

“He’s what?” Dahlia all but shrieked, the pastry in her hand falling with a splat. “As in, an actual dragon?”

The Jarl crossed his arms sternly. “If this is one of your famously terrible jokes, Miss Aulette…”

“First of all, it’s very flattering that my jokes are famous. Second, I’m not lying, I swear. Paarthurnax is as draconic as they come. Wings, scales, horns, the works. You really didn’t know?”

“How could I have? If there’s one thing those old monks can do, it’s keep a secret. I wish…” Ulfric looked, almost wistfully, at a spot above Sophrine’s head.

Dahlia gently patted his arm. “Maybe it’s not too late, Ulfy. Perhaps, after all that’s happened, the Greybeards would allow you to speak to Paarthurnax. Perhaps our new friend has some influence there?” She cast a hopeful glance at Sophrine, who was trying hard not to giggle at Ulfy.

“I might be willing to help,” she said lightly. “Though, of course, I’d need something in return. Shall we say another friendly meeting? Between you, me, and some of the spokespeople from the Grey Quarter? I think it’s high time we addressed that situation.”

Ulfric groaned, glanced at his wife–who nodded encouragingly–and looked back at Sophrine. 

“Fine,” he said gruffly. “But I’m not touching that swill they call sujamma.”

[sheepinthebigcity]

Baby Show Villain Tournament: Round Four

Ladies and Gentleman and The Rest of Em it's time to

PEEP!

THE!

BRACKET!

We had a crazy round last time! Tobey and Cedric fans were fighting up til the last minute. Wild Kratts fans had to decide who was the darling between Donita Donata and Zach Varmitech, with the former barely inching out, and Sesame Street fans did the same thing, voting, once again, FOR THE GUY WHO ISN'T A VILLAIN.

This time we're at final 8, so only four battles today, and they are!

Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy vs. Tobey McCallister III (Both from Wordgirl)

Dr. Two Brains (Wordgirl) vs. Princess Ivy (Sofia the First)

Oscar the Grouch (Sesame Street) vs. Donita Donata (Wild Kratts)

Robbie Rotten (Lazytown) vs. Captain Hook (Jake and the Neverland Pirates)

We have 3 Dealer's Choice characters left in! Princess Ivy, Donita Donata, and Robbie Rotten! 2 if you don't count the last one!

I figure today I'd talk about who I want to win these battles

Between Chuck and Tobey, I'm definitely rooting for Tobey. I know the Cedric fans aren't particularly pleased with him, but Chuck beat out Esteban AND Dr. Doodlebug. Which. I would say Esteban alone is way worse.

Ivy and Two Brains I'm not too strong an opinion haver on, but I'm thinking Ivy. Not enough women's wrongs in this poll if I'm being honest. I think Two Brains will probably win, but I'll support Ivy!

Between Oscar and Donita Donata, I'm definitely picking Donita Donata. I've been behind her since day one, despite only seeing a handful of Wild Kratts episodes! I like her style a lot hehehe! Not to mention, Oscar? Still not a villain!

Robbie Rotten and Captain Hook is another one I don't feel strongly on, but I think I'm going for Captain Hook. No real reason other than it's really funny to see him in Jake and the Neverland Pirates playing with modern toys. The Skate Board. The Basket Ball. It's fun!

One more thing before I start making the polls! I appreciate all the propaganda, activity, and followers from this thing, and I would like to make a request that you guys watch some of these shows! Especially if you haven't already. I really like baby shows as like a thing I can sort of deconstruct and look at as a source of entertainment for children and their parents, as well as what lessons they teach children, good and bad. I've definitely put some of these shows on my watchlist! Notably Where's Waldo (2019) and Wordgirl (which i HAVE seen, just not a lot of XD) and honestly, if a character in this caught your eye, you should check out the show they're from! This may also just be my propaganda to get people to watch The Rocketeer (2019). I'd like to see a small fandom for that one please please please

Anyway, the polls will be up... When I get them up? Probably by the end of the hour!

[wetcatspellcaster]

So I have finally completed my first (of I’m sure to be many) complete rereads of Pieces now that it’s completed!! What a difference it is actually to read all the way through vs reading as it updates. I truly felt like I was in fight or flight whenever you released a chapter and read it with a resting heart rate of 92837383833 beats a minute. This read was much less stressful but I still caught myself holding my breath at some parts. The story is so amazing, it may be one of my favorite stories overall, not just one of my favorite fics! You are so talented I honestly don’t know how you are so funny one minute then making feel like I’m going to cry in another. I think my favorite funny line is Rose scandalized at Astarion not eating the muffins, it lives in my mind rent free. I’m so happy we still have An Honest Lie because I am now parasocially too invested in you and your updates for all of them to be gone 😅

I have rambled a lot now but I made a tumblr specifically to follow you and a handful of other writers because I loved getting to see WIP snippets and behind the scenes talk of stuff you all work on. Your posts about how appreciated comments are is the reason why I comment on all the fics I am reading, was always too anxious to do so beforehand. I had a baby in November so these fics have been with me while being awake at all hours of the night and kept me sane knowing I had something to look forward to reading while feeding the baby. I feel like they’ve been through the trenches with me and I will always be thankful for the work you do to give such amazing stories!!

PS one last thing I was never a big Hozier person but I finally listened to Unknown and I am VERY EMOTIONAL NOW 🥲

hey darling! thank you for messaging!!!

Unknown/Nth gets us all, eventually :') what a song! I had to write a whole fic about it and everything.

I'm really glad that you enjoyed Pieces on a reread. from my experience of posting with the full fic outline in mind versus the comments I was getting... I can definitely imagine the two experiences being very different!! Definitely easier to go certain places (and end chapters on certain cliffhangers lmao) when the end is in sight. I love seeing stories as serialised narratives versus complete wholes... one of the reasons I'm such a sucker for fanfic! I'm glad it still holds up as a story and I'm really pleased that you like it.

(Also, thank you for the comment about the muffins. It was just a silly bit but... Oscar Wilde would be so proud.)

And just generally, thank you! I often write myself through and out of tricky times in my own life, and it feels strange to know that someone else is going through much bigger changes than me (a baby! you absolute superstar!) and my writing is doing something similar for them that it is for me :) either providing comfort or just a way to relax or have a silly moment to themselves! anyway, I hope you know comments like these are literally the fuel that keep writers writing, and while we are not entitled to them and you are not obliged to give them, it is literally taking the time for messages like this that have convinced me that this is actually something I'm good at and that it is worth my time! I have a silly goldfish memory when it comes to my own talents, I can convince myself my writing sucks in 2hrs or less, and so I am unfortunately doomed to forever need positive reinforcement... and the thing is, I think most writers are the same!

so thank you!! you clearly have a busy life rn, and so spending any of your time talking to me is a massive compliment that I do not take for granted. readers and commenters are a vital part of this little eco-system and so thank you for sharing my writing with me :) you're probably one of the main reasons it happened at all :) xx

[wellntruly]

knighthooded replied to your post "Happy Day After Oscars Day"

oh man I've for some reason kept putting off going to see The Fabelmans (partly due to those trailers you mentioned) and Aftersun (because I need to be emotionally ready) but it sounds like I've got some tickets to buy

amelodie replied to your post "Happy Day After Oscars Day"

I've similarly been putting many of these off, so thanks for the insights and encouragement! I'm really curious about these parasocial critic friends though. Who are some of your favourites to follow?

Oh man, my close personal friends! Many of them responded to The Fabelmans and Aftersun so similarly to me, while also some others really did not!! But maybe the true ~magic of the movies~ was the different ways they affected us all along.

Here are some of my folks and where you can find them:

Richard Lawson, Chief Critic at Vanity Fair His reviews are on VF.com, and he's one of the co-hosts of the 'Little Gold Men' podcast, one of my stalwarts. Next week I believe they will be doing my FAVORITE episode of the year, the one right after the Oscars where Joe Reid (stay tuned) comes on with his spreadsheet of what's coming out this year and, sight unseen, they have to make their wild guess of what's gonna win Best Picture. Do they replay their predictions from the year before too? Oh you bet. A riot. I'll add the link once it drops.

David Sims and Griffin Newman, co-hosts of the 'Blank Check' podcast David is a film critic at The Atlantic, Griffin is an actor and comedian, and 'Blank Check' is their podcast where they cover directors' filmographies, in...depth. These episodes are long as hell. You know you're lost in the sauce when you realize that's become a feature not a bug. I have an intro episode! It's the start of their Bob Fosse miniseries from last summer, on his first movie musical, Sweet Charity (1969). I mean first of all you should absolutely watch Sweet Charity, dazzling and a hoot, but even if you don't see it first, this episode is so great. A lot of it is from their dossier on Bob Fosse (the Fossier), as the introduction of this series, so it's a lot of fascinating history and context of both Broadway and Hollywood at the time, but also they're just all in a particularly bouncy mood and it's a treat to listen to. Ben Hosley, their weird little sound guy of a producer, is basically discovering in real time that maybe he loves musicals?? It is so fun. Anyway. Lots of running bits, sure, lots of guests also (hi Richard!), LOTS of hours, but I just vibe so much with the way these two love movies.

Joe Reid and Chris Feil, co-hosts of the 'This Had Oscar Buzz' podcast Let's just stay on the podcast train for a stop longer. Joe and Chris are both Oscar historians and freelance critics, popping up on places like Vanity Fair and Vulture. Their podcast has the pretty brilliant premise of covering movies that once had dreams of Academy Award nominations, but it all went wrong. Their appreciable cattiness is perfectly suited for this. They also have really good film festival recap episodes, for the current year. Edit: Ahh I forgot my intro episode! It is this one from February on Magic Mike XXL, a film I have not seen, with special guest, their friend Pamela Ribbon, the reason we got this moment, and every moment in this episode where I almost crashed into something laughing.

Emily St. James, of, sigh, I guess just Twitter right now Emily was recently laid off from her job as a cultural critic on Vox, in the on-going horrors of the media job landscape. I'm sure she'll be somewhere else soon, and can't wait. I've actually followed her longer than anyone on this list, and this is where this gets so delicate and complicated!, but you may actually be more familiar with her under her old name, as she's been a noted voice in especially TV criticism for decades, and really shaped The AV Club for years.

Fran Hoepfner, Bright Wall/Dark Room, 'Fran Magazine' First found Fran through BW/DR, where she still turns out incredible essays on the regular, now a loyal subscriber to Fran Magazine, her stellar newsletter, and she is easily the best Letterboxd reviewer in the business (not a business). She's just so astute and so funny, how the FUCK does she do it! Best in the business!

Demi Adejuyigbe, of one million things but on Tumblr: the 21st of September music videos He's just on Letterboxd, but we should be so lucky. Any time I have relayed a Demi Letterboxd joke to someone they've lost their mind. Most recently it was him calling the white love interest in RRR Phoebe Waller-Bridgerton.

I've just realized that of course, ALL of these people are also on Letterboxd. Haha what a dumbdumb! I've gone back and made all their names links to their Letterboxd profiles.

Well I hope this is more than you asked for!! Will update with more people I've surely forgotten.

[pinkeoni]

click for pretentious film bro ranting

Why do I see some barbie fans (especially on here) create this fake feud between oppenheimer and "film bros" that is honestly only happening from their side. Yes on the most extreme end there people like Ben Shapiro who say wild stuff about barbie and try to detract from it, but I see those kinds of people as not even having a voice in this conversation. Why are you trying to give them legitimacy? And furthermore, why are you grouping other film bros in with that crowd anyway?

It's the alleged "film bros" on twitter who were the ones that was championing barbie the hardest before most current fans even knew that there was a barbie film in the first place. It's because they keep up with film news and were excited that a new Greta Gerwig and Noah Baumbauch feature. The film bros that these barbie fans so staunchly hate are the ones that created barbenheimer in the first place as a way to uplift cinema and to encourage more people to go to the theater. Now obviously barbie did better numbers because it's much easier to market a 90 minute film based on a famous toy line rather than a 3 hour historical film. I'm not saying that you had to have seen oppenheimer to appreciate cinema, and there are plenty of film bros who loved barbie and didn't want to see oppenheimer (I was actually just talking to my old film prof about this, who HATES christopher nolan) and there are plenty of film bros who saw oppenheimer and disliked/didn't want to see barbie, but from what I saw film bros were still encouraging seeing both regardless of how they felt because the point was to get more people back in movie theaters.

When any criticism (fair or unfair) is levied against the barbie movie it's fans will use the "cinema created by women for women should be seen as a important" as an argument against these criticisms, and while I agree with that statement, what angers me about their usage of it is that these specific fans do not actually give a shit about cinema created by women unless it is a multi-billion dollar blockbuster. I do think that Greta Gerwig grossing over a billion at the box office is a huge accomplishment, and I think it's a great film (I gave it 5 stars on Letterboxd and cried three times) but Barbie is far from the only female led project this year, and not even the only oscar contender led by a women. Tell me, did you see Past Lives? Are you going to see Bottoms? Did you know that Molly Gordon made her directorial debut this year? I saw a post that alluded to Barbie and Oppenheimer being the oscar leads this year 💀 I'm sorry, but as much as I love both of these films, if you think the only two oscar contenders of the year are barbie and oppenheimer then I'm going to safely assume that you do not watch movies. Let's wait until the new Martin Scorsese film drops before we start making our oscar predictions, shall we.

If these fans really cared about film then they would not be picking imaginary fights with oppenheimer fans. If these fans really cared about women in film then they would actually recognize and champion some of the many other films made by women this year that does not include multi-billion dollar blockbusters.

[venus-haze]

What’d you get in your ThriftBooks haul?

Of course, Veronica Lake’s autobiography, which is simply titled Veronica and I’m loving so far. She has a fun Brooklyn punchiness that she throws in with the obvious jadedness that comes from being chewed up and spit out by the unforgiving Hollywood system.

I read a handful of the short stories from Delta of Venus by Anais Nin for a women and sexuality class in undergrad. I wanted to read the whole thing since it’s kind of the first modern collection of erotica written by a woman (albeit for an anonymous and wealthy male patron) and it’s certainly…interesting. Well-written, and I appreciate the precedent it set in a literary and historic sense, but I personally wouldn’t say it’s sexy.

I also bought Saints and Strangers by Angela Carter, Salome by Oscar Wilde, and The Beautiful and The Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald because I’ve embarrassingly never read any of them.

Not part of the haul but also recently purchased, the absolutely breathtaking Sofia Coppola Archive and The Annotated Godfather 50th Anniversary Edition Screenplay which I devoured in a few hours (also it’s just quicker to read screenplays than books).

🦇 Battie

[littlepatchofhell]

Currently working on writing a lil vampire story. I've got a token straight guy character, but he's a vampire from the Regency period so he's a brand of straight man that went extinct before the Civil War.

He's obsessed with gossip girl, he has Oscar Wilde-esque snappy comebacks for everything, he spends an hour just tying his scarf before going out. He complains about how no one appreciates his perfect calves anymore.

And he's straight as an arrow.

[denimbex1986]

'Ripley ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

A grifter named Ripley living in New York during the 1960s is hired by a wealthy man to bring his wayward son home from Italy. Ripley sees the opportunity of a lifetime to make a killing.

It’s probably a bit unfair, but also quite natural, to compare this miniseries on Netflix to the 1999 film The Talented Mr. Ripley by Anthony Minghella. After all, they are both adaptations from the same novel, written in 1955 by Patricia Highsmith; they both follow pretty much the same main plot points, they have (for the most part) the same characters, and they are filmed in the same Italian locations, and yet the two final products could not be further apart.

I won’t be going into which one is better because it’s a silly argument to have. Just the fact that one is a miniseries, and in eight hours or more can make the story breathe in a way that impossible in a film, makes the comparison pretty pointless from the start.

If anything, this Netflix series proves that there is definitely room for both: the lush technicolor Italy, where passions run wild, and jealousy can lead to murder on one side, and a much colder, darker, seedier version where Ripley, beautifully played with a hint of cold menace by Andrew Scott, who just disappears into this role, is a real sociopath, at times a bit weird and other times truly terrifying (he rarely ever blinks!), but always absolutely mesmerizing.

The choice of filming this in black and white is obviously key to the success of this series, offering the viewers a fresh and compelling perspective on the narrative and its characters. Of course, on the surface, it makes everything feel a lot darker, sinister, colder (it was also filmed during winter), but also more unsettling, and fits perfectly with this new depiction of Ripley. And as it happens, it also makes this one of the best-looking TV series I’ve seen in a long time.

You might not get that romanticism from Minghella’s vision of Italy, and yet every frame can still be hung on a wall: those wet cobbled streets looking so timeless, the southern towns built on stairs, ancient and evocative.

Andrew Scott plays Ripley as a real enigma, just as Highsmith had written about 70 years ago (and yet, it’s a book so modern and fresh that often feels like it could have been written just yesterday). Ripley is a man lacking morality, “a human vacuum,” as described by writer-director Steven Zaillian (the Oscar winning screenwriter of Schindler’s List). He is a much more difficult character to decipher and instantly like than Matt Damon ever was, yet the power of the story is such that pretty soon, we are with him wholeheartedly, and we just don’t want him to be caught.

I loved this series, and the more I think about it, the more I appreciate what it did.

I loved how the series took its time and did not want to rush things. I adored that one of the episodes was basically entirely spent watching somebody trying to get rid of a body (and that cat watching everything!! Brilliant!!).

I loved how it often focused on details that were just red herrings, basically placed there with the only purpose of making us feel jittery, anxious, unsettled, but nothing more than that (I’m talking about the suitcase with evidence against Ripley’s crime, the stains of blood in the bathtub, the ashtray as a weapon of possible murders to come).

These are things that only a TV series of more than eight hours can do. I also loved how authentic it all felt, even to an Italian like me. The locations are real, lived-in, the characters talk the way people really talk, with their different accents, depending on the region they are from, whether they are from the north or the south.

Yes, of course, there are a few clichés here and there, but hey, it’s an American product after all. In Rome, for example, they can’t help but have a nun or two walking in the background at every possible moment.

I was a bit annoyed by the signs at the train station showing names of cities in English as opposed to Italian (something that, especially in the ‘50s, would have never happened), but those are silly minor quibbles in the big scheme of things.

I was willing to get past those tiny faults. In fact, I was quite surprised by how much of the dialogue was in Italian (subtitled obviously). What did bother me a little bit more was the fact that I found Andrew Scott a little bit too old for the part: even though he carries his 50 years very well, Tom Ripley is supposed to be a twenty-something young man, with his whole life ahead and very little to lose, hence the reason why he decides to go to Italy in the first place anyway: because he’s so young.

As it is, both the beginning and the reasons for his decision to go to Italy still feel a bit contrived and slightly forced (as they did in Minghella’s version, to be honest). They only just about get away with it in the novel.

But there is so much to like here.

This is a meticulously crafted piece of filmmaking, the best of classic noir, Hitchcock, Italian cinema of the ‘50s, all in one. A piece of beauty that rewards your patience and is really one of the best things Netflix has ever produced. I binged it in two days and I can’t wait to revisit it again (and there’s a little bit of me that hopes they might adapt the next four Ripley books too!)'

[themovieblogonline]

A Simple Favor 2 Gets Fancy in Capri

Remember that twisty, hilarious movie "A Simple Favor" with Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively? Well, get ready for another round of murder, mayhem, and maybe some overpriced wedding cake, because a sequel is officially happening! Mark your calendars and get your fascinators ready, because things are about to get wild in Capri, Italy. Deadline spilled the tea two years ago that a sequel was brewing, but now it's officially official. Amazon MGM Studios is bringing the whole gang back together, including director Paul Feig and the original cast. That means we get to see Anna Kendrick reprise her role as the quirky Stephanie Smothers, and Blake Lively back as the seemingly perfect Emily Nelson. Henry Golding (hello, eye candy!), Andrew Rannells, Bashir Salahuddin, Joshua Satine, Ian Ho, and Kelly McCormack are also returning, so basically, it's gonna be a party. Lionsgate Crashes the Wedding Remember that crazy rich ex-husband from the first movie? Lionsgate is co-producing this sequel, so get ready for some serious high-society drama. The first movie made a killing at the box office, raking in a cool $97 million, so it's no surprise they're jumping back on board. Cameras are already rolling this spring, and the plan is to release the movie on Amazon Prime Video in a whopping 240 countries! This time around, Stephanie and Emily are ditching the suburbs and jetting off to the stunning island of Capri for Emily's extravagant wedding to a rich Italian businessman. Sounds fancy, right? Wrong! Because with these two, things never go according to plan. Expect murder, betrayal, and enough plot twists to make your head spin. Think "The Talented Mr. Ripley" meets "Wedding Crashers," with a dash of "Bridesmaids" thrown in for good measure. The Dream Team Behind the Scenes The script is being penned by Jessica Sharzer, who wrote the first movie, so you know the witty dialogue and killer twists will be on point. Oscar-nominated director Paul Feig is back in the driver's seat, so expect his signature blend of humor and suspense. Basically, this sequel has all the makings of a major hit. While we wait for the wedding bells (and inevitable drama) to ring out in Capri, here's what the cast has been up to: - Anna Kendrick: This multi-talented actress is making her directorial debut with the Netflix film "Woman of the Hour," while also starring in and producing the movie. - Blake Lively: She's starring in the film adaptation of the bestselling novel "It Ends With Us," and is also gearing up to make her feature directorial debut. - Henry Golding: This heartthrob is currently filming season two of Hulu's "Nine Perfect Strangers." - Basically, this cast is booked and busy, but they all cleared their schedules for a trip to Capri (and maybe a little on-screen murder). Mark Your Calendars, Drama Lovers! "A Simple Favor 2" is shaping up to be an epic follow-up to the first film. With its killer cast, hilarious script, and exotic location, this movie is a must-watch for fans of dark comedies and anyone who appreciates a good plot twist (or ten). Keep an eye out for more updates, and get ready to witness the return of Stephanie and Emily! (Source: Deadline) https://youtu.be/SUEFYZTFXkY Read the full article

[a-dose-of-oranges]

Post 04 - Green Carnations

03/19/2024 9:55 pm

Last week, I was thinking about how around this time last year I felt I reached a milestone in my own healing. In Spring of 2023, I read the last installment of The Last Hours series by Cassandra Clare. This probably sounds nonsensical, but let me explain:

I jokingly tied my self-development to whether or not Matthew Fairchild gets his own healing arc. My closest friends would periodically hear me say "If Matthew Fairchild dies, I will bring back the bitch from July 2022." I claimed that the version of me that seemingly struggled the most was standing at the threshold of my body. If Matthew gets to live, I would let her go. If Matthew was killed off, she gets to come back in and I would, metaphorically, rain hellfire.

I do not think I would have actually reverted back to a very unstable place if he was killed off. However, despite my silly little claims, it did mean a lot to me when Matthew Fairchild did not die. It meant even more to me that he was also able to overcome his own hardships and pursue his dreams by the end of Chain of Thorns. My words did hold power because as I figured out where his character arc was going I saw it as a sign to myself that I was also moving in the right direction.

Fast forward to now. Something in the past couple of weeks has had me feeling uncomfortable. Part of it is the realization that change is coming again as I submitted transfer applications for college. I also considered that I have unresolved feelings from the many things that happened last fall. And maybe it's unresolved feelings from a lot of things I repressed in general. Regardless, I found myself bedridden for a majority of my spring break last week. I never craved for Matthew Fairchild content more.

As Monday approached, the thought of going to class made me feel sick. I wanted to be a hermit. I did not want to be perceived. I certainly did not feel like doing work. But alas, time moves on and so should I. To dip my toes in being in public again, I went grocery shopping with my mom and my brother on Sunday.

I desperately wanted to go home. as much as I do love Costco. Even the thought of the steal that is a $1.50 hotdog/soda combo could not pick me up. Therefore, it was hopeless. Until a bouquet of green and white flowers caught my eye.

If I'm being honest, I gave up on the idea of ever finding green carnations anywhere. They do not appear naturally, after all. Green carnations were only worn by Oscar Wilde's followers after they artificially dyed pink or white carnations. I figured my best bet would be to follow their actions, and yet they were sitting right in front of me at Costco.

I had abandoned the idea of a Matthew Fairchild story saving me this spring. Somehow, I was wrong about that, too. I have mentioned what the green carnation means to me. The ties between Oscar Wilde and Matthew Fairchild, my appreciation for both the real and the fictional. I spoke about how love is green--how I arrogantly placed my own meaning into the flower (I still do). Finding those flowers felt like a reminder that in spite of my frequent bedrotting and crying, I will still get up as long as I allow myself to. I would not have found them had I chosen to stay indoors when I could have. And while I would have picked myself up eventually to get back to school and work and life, I imagine the process to be rougher without the little sign at Costco.

Love,

Hae-Lim

(We're gonna ignore the fact that it's been two years. I have so much to talk about, and maybe I will be too overwhelmed to be able to articulate everything, but I think I want to try.)

[n0stalgicv0id]

Does that mean you looked for my message first thing in the morning ?? How sweet 🍓

I wasnt a big fan of literature myself or… I was, I don’t really have much recollection of my childhood if I’m being honest. Lolita is such a misunderstood book and the publishers don’t make it any better with they hyper sexualized covers of little girls, it truly disgusts me- It’s funny you mentioned this book because I talked about it the other day,, I know how vicious children can be, especially if they’ve been raised to think that difference is a synonym of enemy. I really hope she’s doing better today, she sounds like an extraordinary person ! To get inspired is to construct one’s self so, I’m glad you crossed paths with someone like her !

That book you’re reading sounds lovely ! I’ll try to look into it, I’m always looking for new things to read ! It makes me so happy to find a fellow Emily Brönte lover- Jane Eyre was great, certainly, but Emily’s art is much more tortuous and daring than her sister’s work which I always greatly appreciated 🍓 And you like Edgar Allan Poe and Oscar Wilde on top of that ? I have read the Picture of Dorian Gray in both English and French more than five times already, maybe I’m a bit obsessed 😭 I also was lucky enough to find one of the first editions in a small library once ! It was also really cheap, I couldn’t believe I was able to get my hands on such a treasured item for so cheap !!

I feel like my letters just get longer and longer haha !! That’s very interesting to know, you seem to have quite the entourage ! What do you study exactly ? I hope you enjoy the music I recommended to you 🍓 I’m currently sitting at a cafe before class, rethinking my entire life because I slipped on the hallway tiles, broke my umbrella and almost stabbed my eye with it then spent 15 minutes looking for my keys under the rain afterwards- Talk about being a clown really-

I Hope you slept well ! 🍓

When I get up I always check if someone sent me something but I usually reply after some hours, I enjoy to take care of myself and then come back ahah. I’m foolish I know.

I completely agree about recent book covers of Lolita, the first time I got that book I was so embarrassed of seeing such sexual acts. I immediately understood why all copies are still closed in plastic. The thing that makes me sad is the fact that this book is extremely infamous but it’s a piece of work in so many senses. I loved the writing style and the moments of how Lolita/Dolores was described by the protagonist. It's scandalous, grotesque, and it's a story that even today some people can relate to some extent. Isn't it the exact reason of why this book is still iconic and actual? Nabukov's intent was well portrayed. I hated it from the core. Oscar Wilde was such an iconic dandy and loved all his writings, really. The profundis have a special place in my heart. I never read an author so similar to me in so many ways and I feel less lonely in this ocean of my how struggles, blackouts. I’m jealous of the fact that you managed to get a 1st edition of the picture of Dorian Gray. Just how you even managed to do that? THAT’S INSANE. You basically have a saint grail in your collection. If you have some pictures I’d appreciate to see them very much.

Don’t worry if you write too much, I prefer to get long asks more than anything else. I’m in fact into penpalling. I’m a bit old fashioned, yes, it’s such an amazing hobby to freeze the brain. I’m studying game concept art. At first I liked it but I’m quite antisocial and talking to people isn’t exactly my forte, but I’m trying to improve and at least I can still work despite not being a talker. But at least I can submit my art assignment and receive opinions on it without too much trouble. I can’t wait to finish. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy what I’m doing but I don’t particularly enjoy to work in the art industry. I prefer to draw for myself when I have time - never. At the moment I just came back at home, I was out and managed to read a bit and now I’m trying to sort out what to take with me for the trip. Sending good luck to you, you definitely need some! Sorry but I laughed reading that you broke your umbrella. I hope you managed to find a new one. One day someone stole mine when I was in a comic shop. I have bad luck.

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[ad_1] “It’s simply cringe-making,” mentioned Glyn Johns, the recording engineer and manufacturer who performs a distinguished function in “The Beatles: Get Again,” Peter Jackson’s marathon documentary collection concerning the fateful Beatles periods in 1969 that culminated within the “Let It Be” album.Mr. Johns used to be no longer speaking concerning the just about eight-hour collection, which critics and fanatics have embraced as a watershed tv match, however of the Austin Powers-esque outfits his 26-year-old self wears right through it. “I appear to be a bloody clown,” he added.His yeti-like goatskin coat. His dandyish Oscar Wilde jackets. His Capri-ready neck scarves and Janis Joplin sun shades.It's not simple to face out in a documentary that includes 4 of the twentieth century’s most renowned folks. However together with his aptitude for equipment and slinky-pants-cool, Mr. Johns has discovered a brand new spherical of appreciators a part century after the truth.For Mr. Johns, 79, the revel in has been fun — to some extent.“I’m bored to death with it now, I’ll inform you,” he mentioned with fun in a phone name from his house in Chichester, England. “I've 9,000 emails and texts from folks from my previous, all taking the Mickey unmercifully.”“Some persons are pronouncing, ‘Oh, the jacket you wore on X day used to be improbable,’ or ‘The place did you get the goatskin coat?’ However on the whole, they’re guffawing at how ridiculous I regarded, which after all is right.”Mr. Johns used to be infrequently the one peacock throughout the ones fateful weeks, because the Beatles worked to recover from their variations and get again to their roots with a no-nonsense rock n’ roll album, accompanied, in idea, through a live performance tv particular.What to Know About ‘The Beatles: Get Again’Peter Jackson’s seven-plus hour documentary collection, which explores probably the most contested length within the band’s historical past, is to be had on Disney Plus.Whilst John Lennon and Paul McCartney usually appeared to be dressed for convenience, befitting lengthy hours toiling within the studio, Ringo Starr confirmed as much as one consultation in a lime-green pinstriped swimsuit with a woodland inexperienced musketeer blouse. George Harrison wore a identical ensemble in red and crimson. (Type websites together with W and Marie Claire have introduced guides on how one can store the appearance in “Get Again.”)In such corporate, this is a little unexpected that Mr. Johns has garnered such a lot consideration. He used to be already an trade heavyweight, who would later transform the go-to sound guy for The Who, Eric Clapton, the Eagles and lots of others. However at that time, Mr. Johns used to be the rest however a Beatles insider. He used to be related to the Rolling Stones, whom he had labored with because the early days. In reality, when the Beatles first reached out to him, he used to be doubtful.“I used to be at house on an overly uncommon evening off and the telephone rang, and the individual at the different finish introduced themselves in a Liverpudlian accessory as being Paul McCartney,” he mentioned. Mr. Johns idea it used to be Mick Jagger pulling a realistic comic story, so he informed him to get misplaced, albeit in saltier language.“And naturally there used to be silence at the different finish of the telephone,” Mr. Johns added. “He began in all places once more, and I assumed, ‘Oh, it is Paul McCartney, Jesus Christ!’”The Stones’ model affect on Mr. Johns is plain. “I consider Brian Jones taking me to a shop in Carnaby Boulevard as soon as, and we purchased stuff,” he mentioned. “I consider Mick gave me a marvelous blouse.”“The best factor I feel I wore within the movie used to be the crocodile Levi jacket, which in reality have been given to me through Keith Richards,” he added. “We have been in Paris, and Keith had this jacket made for him in France, and it have been dropped at the lodge. He took it out of the packaging, put it on and mentioned, ‘Right here you could have it, I don’t need it.

’ I do not know what took place to it. Possibly I gave it away.”Nor can he consider the place he were given the goatskin coat that audience are obsessive about, even supposing he does consider the way it smelled after a rainstorm.“I distinctly consider queuing for an aircraft dressed in that coat, and the folk in entrance and at the back of me moved clear of me as it if truth be told stank,” Mr. Johns mentioned. “And naturally in the ones days, in case you had lengthy hair you have been suspect anyway.”Fanatics rightly laud Mr. Johns’s seems within the movie because the epitome of ’60s British rocker cool, and the costume-like whimsy he (and quite a lot of Beatles at quite a lot of occasions) show in “Get Again” has the entire colour and enthusiasm of the peak-psychedelia second.By means of 1969, then again, rock used to be taking a more difficult, darker flip, as evidenced through the Rolling Stones’ “Let it Bleed” and Led Zeppelin’s eponymous first album (either one of which Mr. Johns labored on), to not point out Beatles songs like, sure, “Get Again.”The Beatles’ public symbol used to be beginning to replicate that. For the quilt shot of “Abbey Highway,” taken on Aug. 8 of that 12 months (coincidentally, the similar day 4 contributors of the Manson circle of relatives set out for Sharon Tate’s space in Los Angeles), Mr. McCartney and Mr. Starr opted for somber military and black, Mr. Lennon blank-slate white and Mr. Harrison, “gravedigger” denim — no less than in step with the viral Paul-is-dead conspiracy idea of the day.Nor did the Beatles appear to gussy themselves up a lot for his or her final public look on a London rooftop — the climax of “Get Again.”Long gone have been the Technicolor satins. Mr. McCartney used to be principally dressed for the workplace in a somber black three-piece swimsuit and open-collar blouse. Mr. Lennon, in shoes, and Mr. Starr went minimalist black-on-black, even supposing the previous wore a fur coat borrowed from Yoko Ono and the latter, his spouse Maureen’s shiny crimson raincoat, probably to gird themselves towards the iciness relax. George Harrison regarded quite festive, if somewhat thrift-store sublime, in shiny inexperienced pants and a grizzly-like Mongolian lamb-fur coat. After which after all there used to be the ever present Ms. Ono herself, in her ever-present black.A conventional research used to be that the Beatles had stopped placing on showbiz airs through then as a result of they have been bickering over cash and control, and have been headed towards a breakup. That view turned into canonical after the discharge of “Let It Be,” the downbeat 1970 documentary through Michael Lindsay-Hogg, who performs a distinguished function in “Get Again,” and captured the hours of unseen pictures that looks within the collection.To Mr. Johns and lots of others, “Let It Be” has the entire pleasure of a divorce continuing.“It’s terrible, horrible,” Mr. Johns mentioned of the sooner movie. “My reminiscence used to be that we if truth be told had a truly just right time and everyone were given on nice. The truth that George left the band for twenty-four hours isn't any other from every other band I ever labored with, or any individual who works in an workplace. Individuals who paintings in combination for years on finish, they fall out, and so they patch it up on the finish. It’s standard.”He would by no means have guessed the Beatles have been heading towards a cut up.“The 4 of them had long past via this mammoth revel in, from once they have been unknown, to being 4 of probably the most well-known folks on this planet,” he mentioned. “There used to be this huge bond between them. They have been like circle of relatives, truly.”He remembers so much much less about what he used to be dressed in, and why.“Pay attention, mate, it used to be 50 years in the past, how can I consider?” Mr. Johns mentioned with fun. “Everybody has a method of their very own, I assume. However I used to be busy operating.”

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