#plath fest

[lovingsylvia]

Sylvia Plath Literary Festival 21st - 23rd October 2022 Hebden Bridge & Heptonstall

The blood jet is poetry, / There is no stopping it.

https://plathfest.co.uk/

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ONLY ONE WEEK LEFT!

[saintlupin]

ty for the tag @faggylittleleatherboy

rules: answer & tag ppl u want to connect w and get to know better

fav color: recently changed from lilac to red

last song: I Wanna Be Adored by The Stone Roses

last film: Spirited Away (at the cinema!) as a part of Studio Ghibli fest

currently reading: Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar

currently watching: Sex and the City

currently craving: Moroccan mangoes & cookies n' cream ice cream (one of which is much more easily accessible than the other)

coffee or tea: i prefer sweet tea most days

no-pressure tagging: @odditystare, @welshremus, @crumbofmoon, @plecotusauritus, @lavenderhaze, @yesnoidkiguess, @spindrifters

[33max]

MAX FEST 🧡

link to the collection

A huge thank you and well done to everyone who participated in Max Fest 2023, I have enjoyed reading and browsing all the fantastic fics and art in the collection.

If you enjoy these pieces on ao3 please remember to show the creator some love, they’ve worked really hard!

Remember to check out the Max Fest tag for all other works #maxfest2023 and if you would like to join our Max server, Golden Boots Boy, here is the link ♥️

Clan of the Aurochs by @fourmula1 (rated M, 5051 words, max/daniel)

20,000 years ago. A Clan of the Cave Bear AU.

Lions for a Lion by @meecamille (not rated, 445 words & art, max/carlos)

It's just fluff. Carlos doesn't need an excuse to do something special for his boyfriend, Max. He feels like the luckiest man in the world every single day.

C'est moi qui ai vécu by @fricative-pharyngiale (rated M, art & playlist, max/daniel)

A sad girl Max journal and playlist. Featuring family, racing, Daniel, too many flower metaphors, Plath, Shelley and other poets, myths, skeletons in one's closet, and wounds that won't close.

tender is my heart by @missyourflight (rated E, 10,356 words, max/daniel)

Daniel works in the cafe at the end of the pier. Max has never seen the sea. A Never Let Me Go AU.

Gentle Hands by @burnishedvictory (rated E, 9214 words, max/daniel)

Max doesn’t understand why everyone cares so much about sex. He’d much rather talk about racing. Or: Max is asexual.

Smoke and Glitter by @thatsapodium (rated G, 1246 words & art, max/daniel)

Orange, red, and gold reflect from his scales, rippling when he stretches out his wings; with a gentle push, he’s up in the air, flapping through the paddock back to the garage. Dragon Max and his favourite cap.

Lick the stamp and send it by @thatsapodium (rated G, art, max/daniel)

I'll send you all my dreams every day in a letter, sealed with a kiss 💌

tinder grindr bumble happn by @thatsapodium (rated G, art, max)

a cutesy pink, purple and blue collage 💖💜💙

An Opportunity to Sell by tokenkyo (rated G, stickers, max)

Just a humble collection of Max related stickers.

Max Verstappen: World Tour 2023 by @thatsapodium (rated G, art, max)

Breaking News: Max Verstappen officially announces his 9th world tour

Mr Roar’s New Clothes by @thatsapodium (rated G, art)

Art work lovingly inspired by the Turkey Dinosaurs AU by @33max

messaging shenanigans F1 grid style by @waddlingpenguin (rated M, 1521 words, max/daniel)

sunkissed and salty skin by @thewindowatkirkland (rated E, 2779, max/daniel)

“Can I?” Daniel asks, letting his tongue skirt along the skin above Max’s armpit, where it is still mostly just arm and shoulder.

Going up the hillside and the journey just begun by @fricative-pharyngiale (rated M, art, max/daniel)

A collection of AU moodboards centering around Max Verstappen.

you saw me start to believe for the first time by @ruffboisebvettel (rated T, 1635 words, max/carlos)

Max Verstappen was always going to enter F1 with a bang. That wasn't supposed to include knocking up his teammate.

You can’t start a fire without a spark by @33max (rated M, 3040 words, max/daniel)

“Well, we’re in luck!” Daniel giggles from somewhere behind him, and when Max turns around he’s holding up a porn magazine. A nude girl wearing a cowboy hat is on the cover. It’s definitely not Max’s thing, but he supposes Daniel won’t know that, they’ve never… spoken about that. And why would they now? When it’s just them? It’s not like Max is going to have a romantic or sexual relationship, well, ever again.

Thank you again to everyone that participated, remember to show the creators some love! ♥️

[orpheusstation]

What I'm here for.

This year Stockholm’s Cinema Queer Fest is centered around rage. Since attending the program release I have been haunted by the reality of rage. There is a James Baldwin quote that is now breath to me and it goes like this: “To be a negro in the country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time.” Rage and anger are familiar to me. I am learning to make space for them in the world, to make them other people’s problems and not just my own, but this ancestry of rage, community of rage, is new to me. I am also now interested in how to make this rage productive, not merely in my interpersonal life, but to direct towards real change and manifestation. I think it is possible, but I am also only twenty years old and my life is in constant transit.

After rage, Baldwin began following me around. He appeared as an excerpt in one of the most god-awful books I’ve had to read yet in my college career, but the little indented quotation of his power moved me so thoroughly that I began hunting him down rather than waiting for him to find me. I bought Giovanni’s Room earlier this year, but I’m still trying to finish Song of Solomon (which has been an excellent read so far). I desperately wanted Baldwin’s voice, though, the intense degree to which he could evoke emotion, his masterful ability to suck me in swiftly, into the worlds that still brutally reflect our own. I took myself out to a cafe in Sofo and I wanted to wander around after I finished my work. I looked really good that day, and I felt it would be a shame just to go back and rot in my room. It was also sunny out. I came across an English bookstore just a block over from the cafe I was at and began my hunt for Baldwin.

I got Giovanni’s room at the Open Bookstore in Chicago, alongside a pocket copy of Susan Sontag’s Notes on Camp. It was hands down maybe the best bookstore I’ve ever been to (although one of the staff recommendations was Tender is the Flesh and I think that book is awfully written). Maybe I’ve only ever been to shitty bookstores, but this one had a fantastic selection that not only met some of the more obscure texts on my reading list but also added many more books to that list. The little English bookstore I found definitely falls under the shitty selection, but they did have two books by Baldwin. I had already read his short story Going to Meet the Man so I bought the overpriced copy of Jimmy’s Blues and Other Poems. I have a limited amount of books I brought from home here, and my copy of Sylvia Plath’s Collected Poems did not make the cut. I’ve been missing having a bedside book of poetry, and the slim size of the book wouldn’t be obtrusive when I inevitably pack to go home. It’s been a couple of weeks since then and someone else in my life has been consuming a lot of space in my mind which takes me to my next musing.

James Schuyler’s A photograph is nestled within Jose Esteban Munoz’s Cruising Utopia. Schuyler’s poem whisked me away in a similar fashion as Baldwin’s excerpt, except my obsession was with ecstasy and not rage. The type of ecstasy Schuyler is getting at, and the one I’ve reflected the most on is that kind of feeling of looking back with joy. I feel rage more often than I feel ecstasy, but life has been pretty good for me recently. When I went swimming with friends a couple of weeks ago I remember looking back at the sunlit shore, at all our clothes and belongings messily strewn about in our haste to get in the water, and I was seized by such joy that I did not care that much when a large wave washed in and almost took all my belongings into the water. I have few moments in my life that inspire ecstasy, or rather sometimes it is just hard to find them, but in some moments they wash upon me and I am whisked away.

I like thinking of rage and ecstasy in this simultaneous fashion. They make sense together, for it is maybe in this life where I am so filled with rage that these moments of ecstasy are so beautiful and so simple. I forget them so easily and yet they continue to find me in soft and quiet ways. The rage makes me desire ecstasy, want to fight for it and to know this is a reality we are all entitled to have. This blog will be a disorganized journey of this fight and exploration. I’m interested in black punk, black poetry, and black rage and what any of this has to do with how we manifest action into our lives.

[ghoulingcooper]

summer reading/writing/arting tag

tagged by @wispstalk ty!!

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer. hoping to write a lot for @tes-summer-fest !! very excited abt this

2) Recommend a book. Dante's Divine Comedy, Milton's Paradise Lost (my fave rn) Plath's The Bell Jar. I read a lot

3) Recommend a fic! my ao3 bookmarks is a good place to start! and i will never shut up about this fic

4) Recommend music! few of my faves lately: everything black by unlike pluto, mike taylor, and spiral of ants by lemon demon, and in my room by insane clown posse (cicero vibes anyone??)

5) Share one piece of advice! don't forget to eat lads you need energy and stuff

[theemptiestday]

Sylvia Plath - Diari

[pout-dracula]

The honey-feast of the berries has stunned them; they believe in heaven.

Sylvia Plath, Blackberrying

[derangedrhythms]

The sky (still warm from the sun, embracing the cool dark) made me ask: any juicy fragments in regards to layin' that pipe?

💀

Under the cut in case of delicate sensibilities…

“I want to feel again the violent thumping inside of me, the rushing, burning blood, the slow, caressing rhythm and the sudden violent pushing…"

"I want to do things so wild with you that I don’t know how to say them."

— Anaïs Nin, from 'A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953'

"Instruct me in the dark."

— Louise Glück, The House on Marshland; from ‘Under Taurus’

"You’d need to make an effort to be quiet / when I knelt down and got my fingers full / of you, my mouth on you, against the wall. / You’d pull my hair. You’d have to bite your tongue."

— Marilyn Hacker, from 'Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons'

"I want to do everything to you tonight."

"I want you. I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit […] I want to own you, use you, I want to fuck you, I want to teach you things."

"Ah, to see you really drunk sometime, that would be a treat! [...] when I think of how you press against me, how eagerly you open your legs and how wet you are, God, it drives me mad to think what you would be like when everything falls away."

— Henry Miller, quoted in 'Henry and June' by Anaïs Nin

"after I’d been inside you, O so deep / I thought we would be tangled at the roots. / I think we are."

— Marilyn Hacker, Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons; from ‘III: Eight Days in April’

"(Dictate, dictate, I am down on my knees / Listening to you — with unquenchable thirst,"

— Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Uncollected Poems and Fragments 1957-1966; from ‘Grand Confession’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

"He bit my breast. His language was foul. He entered me. / We’re the same, he said, That’s it. I swooned in my soul."

— Carol Ann Duffy, The World's Wife; from 'The Devil's Wife'

"Lie down, lie easy. / Let me shipwreck in your thighs."

— Dylan Thomas, The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The New Centenary Edition; from ‘Verses and songs from Under Milk Wood: Captain Cat remembers Rosie Probert'

"Such a quiet night. / Only your voice murmuring / You’re wet, you want to"

— Louise Glück, The House on Marshland; from ‘The Letters’

"I plan to start on top and get there slowly, following the line of dark hairs down your belly…"

— Marilyn Hacker, from 'Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons'

"I am sitting here writing you with a tremendous erection. I feel your soft mouth closing over me, your leg clutching me tight, see you again in the kitchen here lifting your dress and sitting on top of me and the chair riding around over the kitchen floor, going thump, thump."

"When you return I am going to give you one literary fuck fest—that means fucking and talking and talking and fucking—and a bottle of Anjou in between…"

"I just see you in my arms, writhing, and feel myself deep in you and staying there forever. I’m hot as hell now…"

— Henry Miller, from 'A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953'

"I want to make you come / in my mouth like a storm."

— Marilyn Hacker, from 'Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons'

"Sometimes at night I think of how we did / It, me nailed in her like steel,"

— Louise Glück, Firstborn; from ‘My Life Before Dawn’

"Girl, I would have you any way / or where,"

— Marilyn Hacker, Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons; from ‘I: Lesbian Ethics, or: Live Girl-Girl Sex Acts’

"Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling…"

— Oscar Wilde, from 'De Profundis'

"I can hardly remember you without feeling almost sick and getting aching erections. I shall pour all this into you on Saturday and fill you and fill myself with you and kill myself on you."

— Ted Hughes, Letters of Ted Hughes; to Sylvia Plath, 23rd October 1956

"God, I love / what you do to me at night when we’re alone, / how you wait for me to take you into me / until I’m so confused with you I can’t / stand up anymore."

— Kim Addonizio, Tell Me; from 'The Divorcée and Gin'

"…I will fuck you until the end of the world."

— Catherynne M. Valente, from 'Deathless'

"His hands so strong, he could do her all day. Worlds away from everything she had ever known."

— Janet Fitch, from 'Paint it Black'

"But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark – that sort of make everything else seem – unimportant."

— Tennessee Williams, from ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’

"You know where you’ll come if you come back to me."

— Marilyn Hacker, from Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons; from ‘VIII: Estival Passage’

"After "good violent love," they read poems and spoke of Isis and horoscopes [...]"

— Heather Clark, from 'Red Comet; The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath'

"Today, I ate an apple direct from a tree. Today, I thought of all the good things to put in my body. Today, I thought of you."

— Kristina Shue, from 'Literary Sexts: Volume 2'

"We fucked a flame into being."

— D. H. Lawrence, from 'Lady Chatterley's Lover'

"As we rolled on that narrow bed, I knew this was why one needed a body, why it was worth all the pain, the hunger and harm it was prey to, why the angels envied us."

— Janet Fitch, from ‘The Revolution of Marina M.’

[susansontag]

it was a very odd choice for the letters live performance at hay fest to include benedict cumberbatch reading a letter by ted hughes to his son a few years after sylvia plath’s death that began with him blaming her for his reclusiveness and unhappy life... like I’m not one for censorship but the emphasis which he put on lines that make it sound like plath was this harbinger of misfortune for him made me uhhhhh

[poemswhileyouwait]

“Fig Tree” by Meredith Boe -- Harold Washington Library Poetry Fest, 4.29.17

[saintlupin]

sylvia plath and ocean vuong are literally my favorite poets ... I like bukowski too (red flag?) I'm very happy that you are indulging me and now I will quite literally never stop annoying you! sorry!

ps: I would like to recommend you the best fic I've read so far which is berlin angel ... you are so not ready for the sheer emotions this shit will break you and fix you all at the same time

you could never annoy me :’)

i’m glad you also like them, but also unsurprised—they’re work is raw and relatable. profound in ways that speak to the human experience.

no red flags bc bukowski gave the world The Laughing Heart and The Genius of the Crowd.

any other favorite poets/books you’d like to share?

also ty for the rec, i just opened it and will be diving in shortly after work <3 i’m a slow reader with a fest deadline on the horizon, so please be patient with me as i make my way through it!

i have two for you in return.

something short: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19931431

and something long: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3895552

the second is canon compliant bc there is something deeply wrong with me.

[apezziperaverabbracciatolenuvole]

Ora so cos'è la solitudine, credo. Perlomeno la solitudine passeggera. Nasce da un punto indefinito dell'io: come una malattia del sangue che si diffonde in tutto il corpo sicché non si può localizzare il focolaio, l'origine del contagio. Sono tornata nella mia camera a Haven House dopo le vacanze del Ringraziamento. Nostalgia è il nome che gli altri danno al malessere che mi domina. Sono sola in camera mia, sospesa tra due mondi. Al pianterreno ci sono poche ragazze già rientrate: nessuna matricola, nessuna che io conosca bene. Potrei scendere con la scusa di scrivere delle lettere, ma non lo farò, non ancora. No, non cercherò di sfuggire a me stessa perdendomi in chiacchiere artificiose: «Sono andate bene le vacanze?». «Benissimo. E le tue?» Rimarrò qui per cercare di definire questa solitudine. [...] E adesso eccomi qui, nella mia stanza. Non posso circondarmi di amici, chiacchiere e oblio perché le mie poche compagne non sono ancora tornate. Non posso illudermi e ignorare il nudo fatto che per quanto entusiasta uno sia, per quanto sia sicuro che il carattere sia il destino, nulla è reale, né passato né futuro, quando si è soli nella propria stanza, soli con l'orologio che ticchetta rumorosamente nello scintillio falsamente allegro della luce elettrica. E se non si ha né passato né futuro, che alla fin fine sono tutto ciò di cui è fatto il presente, tanto vale sbarazzarsi del guscio vuoto del presente e suicidarsi. Ma la fredda, razionale massa grigia nel mio cranio che ripete a pappagallo «penso, dunque sono» sussurra che un'alternativa, un avanzamento, un'angolatura diversa sono sempre possibili. E così aspetto. A cosa serve essere attraenti? Ad afferrare una sicurezza temporanea? A cosa serve il cervello? Semplicemente a dire: «ho visto, ho compreso»? Oh, sì, mi odio perché non sono capace di prendere e andare di sotto senza tante storie per cercare conforto nel numero. Mi odio perché sono costretta a stare qui a lacerarmi per non so nemmeno io che cosa dentro di me. Eccomi qua, un fascio di ricordi del passato e di sogni futuri racchiusi in un fascio di carne abbastanza attraente. Ricordo quello che questa carne ha vissuto; sogno quello che potrà ancora vivere. Annoto qui ciò che fanno i nervi ottici, le papille gustative, le percezioni sensorie. E penso: non sono che un'altra goccia nel grande mare della materia, definita, capace di concretizzare la mia esistenza. Come milioni di altri individui, alla nascita anch'io in potenza ero tutto. Come gli altri, anch'io sono stata bloccata, limitata, deformata dall'ambiente, dagli affioramenti dell'eredità biologica. Anch'io troverò un mio credo, delle norme di vita, però l'intima soddisfazione nel trovarli sarà rovinata dal fatto di aver raggiunto lo stadio estremo di una vita superficiale, bidimensionale - un insieme di valori. Senza dubbio, quando domani tornerò a immergermi nelle lezioni, nella necessità di studiare per gli esami, questa solitudine si smorzerà, diminuirà. Ma adesso quel falso obiettivo è sospeso e io vortico in un vuoto temporaneo. A casa mi sono riposata, divertita; qui, dove lavoro, la routine è momentaneamente ferma e mi sento perduta. Non c'è un solo essere vivente sulla terra in questo momento, all'infuori di me. Potrei percorrere tutti i corridoi e da ogni parte aule vuote mi si spalancherebbero davanti beffarde. Dio, la vita è davvero solitudine, malgrado tutti gli oppiacei, malgrado la stridula, posticcia allegria delle «feste» senza scopo, malgrado le false facce sorridenti che tutti indossiamo. E quando finalmente trovi qualcuno su cui senti di poter riversare la tua anima, ti blocchi sconvolta dalle tue stesse parole: le hai tenute in quella piccola stretta oscurità dentro di te così a lungo, che sono arrugginite, brutte, banali, fiacche. [...]

Sylvia Plath, Opere, Diari, Novembre 1950, trad. it. di Anna Ravano e Angela Demurtas, Mondadori, 2002

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Courtney’s 4K/Quarantine Writing Challenge!!

So, not only did I hit 4,000 followers a little while ago (thank you all so much again for that!) but we’re also all stuck inside for the foreseeable future and I know we’re all bored out of our minds (or at least I am) and I don’t read anywhere near enough fics as I should (and as I want to) so I figured since I’m going a Write Fest on my own blog to celebrate 4K (I’ll link it here if you want to check it out) I thought I could extend that to all of you guys as well!

So yeah, writing challenge, premise is pretty simple, I’ve hosted a couple before (lowkey flops but we move), you read the rules, abide by them, pick a prompt and a character and you write!

As always with me, I’m a nerd and so the prompts are split into categories - there are song lyrics, book quotes, comedy quotes and film quotes to choose from!

I hope you guys want to join in with this! I love reading what you guys write and this could be a really fun way to just keep us all moving and inspired over the next few months :)

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing!

10) Use the hashtag #Courts4KWritingChallenge

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with

12) The deadline for this is 15th July (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

1) Any of the BoRhap dudes and their characters 

2) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

3) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

4) Richard Madden (+ his characters)

5) Taron Egerton (+ his characters)

6) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

7) Smosh Members

8) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

9) Chris Evans (+ his characters)

10) Sebastian Stan (+ his characters)

11) Any of the 5sos guys (poly!5sos fics also both welcomed and encouraged)

12) Stranger Things peeps (Steve, Billy + Robin/their cast counterparts)

13) One Direction guys (Niall, Harry + Louis)

14) Pevensie children

15) Sex Education (cast + characters)

Prompts

Song Lyrics

“Wake up sunshine, somebody loves you” - Wake Up, Sunshine by All Time Low

“When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes you're the only thing that I think I got right” - Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ashton)

“Kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor” - Sunflower Vol.6 by Harry Styles

“There'll never be another, I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life” - Black and White by Niall Horan ( @unn--known​ w/ someone from 1D)

“Let's keep each other safe from the world” - Lucky People by Waterparks

“Never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more” - Drowse by Queen

“And when I touch you I feel happy inside, it's such a feeling that my love I can't hide” - Hold Your Hand by The Beatles ( @flick-ofthe-wrist​ w/ Roger Taylor)

“It’s hard to think you could ever hate me, but everything's feeling different now” - Too Young by Louis Tomlinson

“All I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you” - 18 by One Direction

“I waited for her call - she always kept me waiting” - The Girl at the Rock Show by Blink-182

Book Quotes

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger 

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

“As far as I’m concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.” - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @coupscarat w/ Damien Haas)

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

Comedy Quotes

“You have to treat everybody’s views, no matter what they believe, with respect” “What, even idiots?” Outnumbered

“Well you shouldn’t be prejudiced against fat people, thin people… men who have turned into women, women who have turned into men, gay people, ginger people… people from Liverpool” Outnumbered 

“Stand back kids, this school’s insurance policy doesn’t cover blown minds” Bad Education

“Do you think you could stop being so cheeky?” “Do you think you could stop asking stupid questions?” Outnumbered

“I spend my entire life around people. As much as I would like to, it’s almost impossible to avoid them” The Inbetweeners ( @queen-bunnyears​ w/ Ben Hardy or Sebastian Stan)

“We’re very hufflepuff here, wouldn’t you be happier in slytherin?” Fresh Meat ( @adrenaline-roulette​ w/ Ben Hardy)

“What’s the best way to make friends?” “Tell a woman you love her, and she says ‘I think we’re just friends’” Jimmy Carr, Jon Richardson

“There’s four things you can be in life: sober, tipsy, drunk and hungover. Tipsy is the only one that you’re not crying” James Acaster

“What’s that on your shorts?” “Oh - it’s called excitement” Smosh

“Full disclosure - I could just be an arsehole” Smosh

Film Quotes

“To me, you are perfect” - Love, Actually

“I wish I knew how to quit you” - Brokeback Mountain

“If you start crying, I’m gonna have to pretend to start crying” - Gifted ( @beysenpai​ w/ Chris Evans)

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line” - Captain America: The Winter Soldier ( @mamaskillerqueen​ w/ Steve Harrington)

“Most of the time I just want to staple things to her head” - Bridget Jones’ Diary ( @hardforbenhardy​ w/ Ben Hardy)

“We’re family. We believe in each other. That’s everything” - Bohemian Rhapsody

“Look around: this guy basically lives in a clue board” - Knives Out

“Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.” - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

"What I'm saying is--and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form--is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way." - When Harry Met Sally ( @acdeaky​ w/ Ben Hardy)

“You’re loved and have been loved. You’re one of the lucky ones” - Irreplaceable You

[perpassareiltempo]

Dio, la vita non è proprio altro che solitudine, malgrado tutti gli oppiacei, malgrado la stridula, posticcia allegria delle “feste” senza scopo, malgrado il sorriso falso che tutti indossiamo. E quando infine trovi qualcuno in cui senti di poter riversare la tua anima, ti blocchi di colpo davanti alla tue stesse parole – le hai tenute dentro così al lungo, contratte nel buio, che sono ormai sbiadite, brutte, banali e fiacche. Sì, c’è l’allegria, l’autorealizzazione, lo stare insieme: ma la solitudine dell’anima, nella sua spaventosa autoconsapevolezza, è insopportabile, soverchiante.

Sylvia Plath - Diari

[siriusblackfest]

Sirius Black Fest: Wear Your Heart On Your Skin

Title: Wear Your Heart On Your Skin Author: FivePips Pairing(s)/Character(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Rating: Teen Word Count or Art Medium: 11,635 Prompt #:  Sirius owns his own tattoo studio and Teddy is his apprentice. Traditionally apprentices get treated like shit, but Sirius has never had much time for tradition. Unfortunately Remus doesn't know that and is fixated on making sure that this Sirius bloke treats his son well. Misunderstandings and miscommunication abound. Disclaimer:   Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Notes: Thank you elemtee and starstruck4moony for being wonderful betas! Summary:  Teddy Lupin is a nervous wreck the first day of his apprenticeship. Mainly because he was assuming that Sirius would treat him how other shop owners might treat their apprentices. Sirius shows him quickly he doesn’t play that way. Too bad Teddy’s father doesn’t seem to believe the truth. “Wear your heart on your skin in this life.” ― Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose and Diary Excerpts

(Wear Your Heart On Your Skin)

[kunalkarankapoor]

The Evolution of Vasu/Mohan

'Ello, again. This is long, so ye be warned. Yeah, so usually I only do this when silently reading, zealously following, and throwing mental gushing fests over an actor's honest-to-God awesome acting isn't enough to feed my utter obsession. Basically, I like to think that I have a life outside imagining [fictional] male characters galloping in my direction, on white horses, hair blowing in the breeze, and all that jazz. But darn Kunal's thick curls, soulful eyes, crooked smile, charm, and seriously breathtaking performances. I surrender. I'm smitten. The only actor who has ever managed to win me over with his first emotional scene is Mishal Raheja and I always thought that enigmas like him happened just once in a lifetime. But holy maccaroni, I've experienced it twice in mine. I'm in love with Mohan Bhatnagar. It happened overnight. I've been watching the episodes back to back, season one and two, and then last night it hit me in the head like a giant brick: Mohan is awesome. I love him. He is the love of my life and the father of my 10 imaginary children. Go figure. Being me, I decided to do an analysis, in my head. Then I realised how overwhelming that can be because, you know, too much stuff crammed in there already and not enough brain storage for more. Don't judge. We're all limited species. Like Plath once said: "Is there no way out of the mind?" No, not really. But I can relieve my thoughts, at the very least. I remembered IF and thought "they made that forum for crazy people like me to obsess together, because sharing is, after all, caring", and here I am. To be honest, I don't think that I would've fallen half as hard for Mohan if it hadn't been for Kunal portraying him. I've never watched any of his interviews, I don't know anything about him -- except that he has a gift; the ability to emote thoughts and emotions with nothing but his eyes, a jerk of his head, a twitch of his mouth. It's so real, so genuine that I can't always separate the actor from the character. The way that he shifts between shades of an emotion -- sad, hurt, tortured, and even contrasts such as innocent and mischievious. It's absolutely awe-inspiring. I love watching him, studying him in every shot. He's a piece of art. Poetry in motion. And the man has style. 1. Mohan Bhatnagar, I'll save you That is my first thought every time I watch an emotional Mohan scene. Every single time. My next thought is: I'll taser whoever hurts you. For real. Mohan is a kaleidoscopic character. With a thousand shades. And Kunal does a stunning job of bringing each shade to life. In fact, some of the shades seem so intricately portrayed that I'm almost sure that its existence is the very result of his performance, not a penned down description of the character itself. My favourite scenes with Mohan are probably the ones in which he's been on a mad internal rollercoaster, ending up emotionally wrecked, spilling out his guts and his most painful thoughts to whoever might listen -- Kunal's performances in those scenes leaves a physical ache in your chest. You heave when he heaves and you exhale when he exhales. It's an intense experience and one that makes you believe that there's still beauty left in this world. You just have to look close enough to catch it. Because it's in the smallest details. And once you see it, the full impact of it will slam into you, knock the air out of your lungs. Mohan is imperfectly perfect. He is selfless, kind, and honest to the extent that he loses a part of himself in the process of being all of those things. In fact, he sacrificed so much for the people he loved, so much more than he could really afford to lose. He took the blame and the pain that came with. He was always focused on being what people wanted him to be, being what people wanted to see when they looked at him; he never allowed himself any kind of freedom to make the mistakes that human beings make. And when he did end up making any, the reality of it consumed him and he self-destructed. Even though it was not always entirely his fault. It wasn't fair. Because he was put on a pedestal and people expected something from him that no human being could ever deliver; perfection. Yet he knew that he was flawed. Yet he strived to be what they saw. Spiderman. Hero. Flawless. Though, even heroes have flaws. I love how he even expressed it in words at one point, shouting at Nanhi that he isn't perfect, that he hasn't had a role model in his father, that he tried and failed at times, but that his love for them was never flawed. When he poured his heart out, putting her in her place, in a way, I wanted to cheer and then I just wanted to hug him, because he looked so hurt, so lost. In those scenes, in those moments with Nanhi when she blamed him, you really saw the amount of pain that he carried around, because nothing made his heart bleed more than having Nanhi distrust him, reject him. She was, after all, the first Vyas girl that he loved. The one he believed would always, always recognise him, understand him, support him. That's what she usually did. She defended him much like a shield defends a warrior. He was her warrior, and losing that position in her eyes, losing that respect all but destroyed him. Another scene with Beera, in which Mohan was drinking, I cried. Because that scene was heartbreaking. You could feel his pain in the sound of his voice, in the weight of his words, and in the look on his face -- that even his best wasn't good enough. The most impactful part of it was how as human beings we can relate to the emotion through Mohan [and Kunal's portrayal of him]; when we do something with good intentions and then the people we do it for distrust our intentions -- it burns. I've got too many favourite scenes with Mohan, but that entire scene with his drinking, spilling his emotions, looking shattered, and then stumbling through the door half-carried by Beera, humiliated in front of his daughter -- GAH. It killed me. I was so furious with Megha and Nanhi. I understood them. I got it alright. The sense of betrayal. The bitterness. The hurt. But in that moment, I just wanted to tie them both to a chair, shave off their eyebrows, and laugh at their horror. Because nobody hurts Mohan and gets away with it. Nobody. They really had no clue what their blame and rejection was doing to him. And seriously, I wanted them to fight for him for once. Not the other way around. Mohan did his best with the resources he had. He tried to become a responsible father for the children. He didn't run when Megha was paralysed. And he stuck around for six months post Addu's abduction in the search for him, drinking himself half to death in the process over his guilt and self-hatred. He left when he thought that his wife and daughter couldn't stand the sight of him anymore, yet he didn't stop taking care of them financially. He tried to keep his promise and tried even harder to mend broken hearts, even though his own was equally broken and no one tried to mend his. But his best wasn't enough. I noticed how his relationship with RJ differed from his relationship with both Megha and Nanhi. There were no pretenses when he was around RJ. He could make mistakes, apologise, knowing she would forgive him, knowing she would need him and love him regardless -- that he would not fall from any pedestal in her eyes. With Megha and Nanhi, it was almost as if he had to constantly prove himself. His love. His loyalty. And it took just one misstep to blow away everything that he had ever done for them. Mohan's carefree nature faded in the second season, but I caught glimpses of it when he interacted with RJ and, sometimes, Nanhi. But it was like he lost this significant part of himself the moment Addu was taken, the moment that he'd been blamed for that loss in their lives. 2. Vasu Bhau, another nuance in Mohan's persona I know a lot of people miss Mohan [so do I], but Vasu in himself is intriguing as hell and I don't mind if he sticks around for a while. He's got that whole "I break bones" rugged attitude, but he also has Mohan's heart and that makes all the difference. There aren't many actors who can pull off this many shades of a character, taking him on a journey from lively to calm to stormy. We're talking about the same character undergoing a metamorphosis multiple times. Mohan is soft and warm and safe. Vasu is hard and cold and unpredictable and he carries a darkness with him lessened only by the fact that he has Mohan's heart beating somewhere in his chest. I actually see Vasu as a part of Mohan that was suppressed and has now manifested, of course, in its extreme form. We all have a dark side, as they say. Plus, I genuinely just enjoy darker and a bit twisted characters, especially when they're depicted by actors such as Kunal who can add layers/grey zones to their character and a vulnerability, making them seem redeemable. Kunal's chemistry with his co-stars is crackling. But I especially enjoy scenes between Vasu/Mohan and RJ, Vasu/Bala, and Vasu/Ayi. They make me smile and laugh and cringe in that order. 3. Not forgetting the writers Kudos to the writers, of course, for penning such interesting characters, giving the actor an opportunity to portray them and show what he's capable of. What I truly appreciate about this show is that, unlike many others, the writers give every scene time to play out [focus on the characters and their emotions], and the character his required space to give viewers their daily fix. The dialogues never fail to impress me, either. The writers' penned scenes for the character gives Kunal the chance to portray his character in all its glory and deliver his awesome performances, adding the needed dimensions that cannot be scripted, making us live his character. For every scene that I watch Kunal perform, he becomes even more charming, beautiful, flawless in his portrayal of Vasu/Mohan. Why didn't anyone tell me to watch NBT two years ago?

By Elysia (27 August 2013)

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