#rip philippe

[cascadeoceanwave]

GIRLS5EVA B.P.E. (S02E06)

[yourdailyqueer]

Philippe I, Duke of Orléans (deceased)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: 21 September 1640 

RIP: 9 June 1701

Ethnicity: White - French

Occupation: Nobility, veteran

[spacebugarts]

Holy shit I just realized that my dreams have a version of PotO (Broadway version) where the Phantom just fuckin shoots Raoul in his box and it apparently happens not long after Masquerade? Like in place of the Red Death scene they all go into the theatre and Raoul is in box 5 alone for some reason and Erik just. Shoots the poor guy with a period-typical pistol and disappears. Raoul recovers eventually but its like the turning point of the story yk.

[cambrioleur]

Posting an alignment chart every day until we have new updates on Part 4: Day #9 (thematically appropriate)

[earlgodwin]

and if i said that alex vlahos' philippe i, duke of orléans, has similarities with david oakes' juan borgia? hedonistic second sons and younger brothers who are overshadowed by their more famous older brothers whom they wanted to be loved and respected by....a flavorsome pattern

[jazzplusplus]

RIP Christian Escoudé (1947-2024)

1989 - Christian Escoudé Octet - Swing Valse Christian Escoudé (g), Jimmy Gourley (g), Paul Challain Ferret (g), Frédéric Sylvestre (g), Marcel Azzola (acc), Vincent Courtois (cello), Alby Cullaz (b), Philippe Combelle (dr)

[fidjiefidjie]

Jane Birkin 🎶 Docteur Faust

Photo de © Philippe Le Tellier/ Paris Match

Hommage à l'actrice et chanteuse Jane Birkin 🌹❤️🎈qu'elle repose en paix 🙏🕊

Bon soir

[inthemoodforportnawak]

Philippe Petit-Roulet (1953-2023).

[aitan]

Caspita, è morto pure Yanez!

[moon-ascendant]

Oh Sophia :( 

[britishchick09]

the cool bathroom is in a house that could definitely work for the de chagny mansion! ;D

[kazamastar]

Pour Dadabe Philippe 🫶🏾

[monstersonscreen]

A selection of possibly never before seen behind the scenes images kindly provided to me by Bob McCarron of his work on Philippe Mora's Howling III: The Marsupials (1987)!

Included here are behind the scenes imagines of Imogen Annesley as the werewolf (or...was it werethylacine? Whatever) Jerboa, as well as Deby Wightman as the unnamed 'wolf woman'

According to McCarron's correspondence with me, none of the werewolves were actually full bodysuits, but actually the actors/actresses real bodies with fur and makeup applied, with some prosthetics for the clawed hands (the claws were made of resin, and thus actually able to rip your face off!)

Again I would love to thank McCarron for kindly sending me these images, as well as the information about how Howling 3's werewolves were realized!

[hairmetal666]

EDIT: ao3 should be back so you can read this now 😭😭

Robin rips the cream-colored polo out of Steve's hands. "Hey!" his surprise makes him shriek.

"Absolutely not." She jams the hanger back on the rack. "We're in a boutique in Paris. You are not buying a polo shirt here."

Steve pouts. "But it's my size."

"No. I'm putting my foot down." She stomps to get her point across. "C'mon, they have sunglasses in the back."

He leaves the shirt behind, allowing Robin to lead him towards the table of over-sized, dark-framed sunglasses.

She gets lost in trying them on, vamping in the little mirror, leaving him to card through a rack of silk scarves, until a case of vintage wrist watches by the register catches his eyes. He studies the them—Omega, Rolex, Cartier, Patek Philippe—bands of finely tooled leather and steel, inlaid with gold, silver, diamonds; things Steve could never afford for himself in a million years.

He's so lost in contemplating the fine jewelry and the state of his life, everything that will change once he gets home, that it takes him a second to register the increasing noise coming from outside. At first, it's excited voices exclaiming in rapid French, but it quickly becomes near-hysterical screaming.

Steve’s first impulse is to locate the danger, block Robin from whatever might be coming. Before he can move, though, the most beautiful man on the planet skids through the door, long, dark curls flowing behind him like they’re caught in their own breeze.

"Kiss me," the man says. His voice is deep and breathy, and he has the biggest, brownest eyes Steve has ever seen. He loses himself in them—they’re so dark he can see his reflection in their depths—and it takes too long for the words to register.

"What?" Steve mumbles.

This gorgeous guy—long limbed and slender, a cropped cut-off t-shirt showing acres of pale skin punctuated by dark swirls of tattoos—can’t have actually asked to kiss him. This is a lust-based hallucination, it has to be, because this guy has a belly-button ring and wears pants so tight they have to be cutting off his circulation.

"Kiss me. Please?" the man asks again. The shouting from outside is louder now, people are crying, and Steve is sure that, this time, there's a definite note of desperation to his words.

This is a dream, for sure. There’s no way this breathtaking man is actually asking Steve for a kiss. Even so, Steve hears himself agreeing in a voice that doesn't sound anything like his own. The guy—the impossible, beautiful guy—smiles all gentle and soft, cupping the back of Steve's head in his large hand.

He's kissed a lot of people in his life. Like a lot. But nothing like this, not ever. Their mouths slot together, and he's expecting it to be chaste, and it is, but. Something electrical fizzes in his blood, goes straight to his brain, because his mouth is pressing harder and the man moans, grips Steve closer, pulls him until they crash against a clothes rack.

It's wanting and hot, but their tongues barley brush together before the embrace is broken. Steve wants; it infuses his blood stream, becomes a delicious ache in his lower abdomen.

"Thanks, sweetheart," the man whispers, pupils blown and eyes glassy. He brushes his thumb along Steve's cheek, then spins on his heel, disappearing out the door.

Steve can’t move, doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe, mouth still hanging open in bemused shock. What the fuck.

"STEVE," Robin screams.

He jumps, the noise stark in the quiet store and the now ringing silence outside, whatever commotion from earlier gone as though it had never been.

"Robin, what?" He snaps.

"Do you know who that was??"

His face flames crimson. "Uh. Just some guy?"

"Steeeve, dingus, you're hopeless."

"Who was it, then?"

"Oh, only Eddie Munson? The Eddie Munson, Billboard number one for sixteen weeks? First album sold out at stores around the world? Didn't you wonder what all that screaming was about?"

"Oh my god,” Steve says. Hand going up to touch his kiss reddened lips. “Oh my god."

Read the rest on ao3!

[inthemoodforportnawak]

[letsgetrowdy43]

FRAT WEDDDINGGGGG

Frat wedding—

warnings: swearing and drinking :)

Au Masterlist!!

Nolan watched from afar, Adam's hand placed on Sunny's hip as he whispered something in her ear, a smile on her face as she shyly looked up at him. Luke walked up right behind them, a new cooler in his hand for his sister as he unknowingly interrupted the moment between her and the freshman.

"Remember last year during frosh week, when we made Ethan end his team initiation with a frat wedding?" he laughed and looked to Jaybone who smirked at the drunken memory. "Of course," Grano said as he passed the boys each a beer. "I'm thinking Adamo and little Hughes would make a perfect candidate for the tradition" he sipped his beer and pointed over to the couple who were being cockblocked by the girl's older brother.

"Luke is gonna have a fucking fit" Philippe grinned as he laughed, still watching as Luke was pulled away from his sister by Duker and Mackie, the blush on the girl's cheek growing as Adam reached out and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the house. "He's gonna have to get used to it," Nolan shrugged. "We could just not tell anyone, invite the team and a few extra and not tell anyone who the married couple is" Jay suggested as he watched everyone nod.

"Well boys, sounds like we're having a wedding"

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A knock on the door startled Sunny and her roommate Charlotte, the two girls studying for their upcoming poli-sci test as a loud bang sounded. "Sun, it's for you," Charlotte said with a grin as she opened the door to see Grano standing in the doorframe, a letter in his hand and a purple garment cover in his hands as he grinned at her with a slightly sorry but smug look on his face.

"Nolan needs your help with something for the boy's initiation," he said as he placed the letter in her hands, "open it." She ripped the cream-coloured envelope open, brows furrowing as she read the containments of the letter, "Who's getting married?" "You," Nick smiled as he shoved the garment bag in her hands.

Charlotte laughed in the background as Sunny looked back at her, eyes telling her roommate that she was in need of saving, "like a frat wedding?" Charlotte asked as she stood up and took the letter from Sunny's grasp. "I'm confused" "The seniors have started this tradition of marrying off a freshman at the end of frosh week, Ethan was the culprit last year, but we need a bride this year and we think it would be funny if it was you" "Luke doesn't know?" "Of course not," he laughed and raised his brows at the stupid question, "and it's a surprise, so don't tell anyone."

Sunny opened the garment bag to reveal an old thrifted wedding dress, "so who is my husband-to-be?" she asked as he shook his head in response. "You ask too many questions," he smiled, "be there at six and bring a lot of booze, you're gonna need it," he grinned and walked down the hall as her jaw dropped at the idiocy of it all and shut the door before turning to a grinning Charlotte.

"I'm getting married?"

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"Why does Nolan kind of have good taste" Charlotte questioned as she finished tying up the bodice of the wedding gown, a grin on her face as she fixed Sunny's hair and made her spin around to get the full effect. "I feel stupid," she looked down at the gown that was extremely itchy, a smile working its way onto her face as Charlotte grabbed the gloss from her vanity and applied some to the bride.

Sunny's fingers ran over the embroidered flower pattern on the dress, looking at her frame in the mirror as she inspected the cream-coloured lace. "I actually love the dress," she mumbled as he turned around to get a view of the corset back, her hair pinned up into a low bun as she reached out to grab her pearl earrings from her dresser. "It's beautiful, the vintage is very you"

Charlotte was dressed in a cute burgundy dress, to match the dress code that the boys had in place, "you gonna be my maid of honour?" she asked, feeling slightly stupid that this is what her frosh week had now amounted to. "Of course, I will," she grinned as she sat down to fix her makeup just before Ethan and Mark were supposed to pull up to their dorms with their 'limo' that was in reality just a beat-up honda civic.

"The boys are here," Sunny said as she looked down at her phone and grabbed her bag of coolers and headed for the door.

Mark grinned, dressed in one of his game-day suits as he got out of the driver's side and opened the car door for her, "your chariot awaits" he said as he took her hand and helped her into the car. "I feel so stupid" she mumbled, now feeling a bit embarrassed. "you look stunning," Ethan said with a wink as he turned and looked into the back seat, a shit-eating grin on his face, "now let's go get you married Sunshine"

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Adam stood at the makeshift altar in the living room of the senior's house, Luca beside him as his best man, and Jay standing behind the altar as the officiant.

"Can I know who my bride is now?" he asked with an unimpressed look at Nolan who shook his head. "You frosh don't know how to have any fun," he joked as he took a sip of Jay's beer, "just shut up and be patient."

Rutger came out of the kitchen dressed in a dress with tutu, and a big frown on his face as Dylan handed him a basket full of fake flower petals. "This was my job last year," Dylan said with a laugh, "and I can tell you I'm much more enjoying watching you in than myself," he said as he patted him on the back and found his seat in the crowd of maybe thirty. "You look stunning princess," Johnny said from the crowd as he winked at Rut, who grumbled even more in retaliation.

Grano waved Luca to walk down the aisle to the back of the room to join the maid of honour in the procession. Luca patted his brother on the back, "Happy wedding day bro," he joked as he made his way into the entrance of the house where Sunny stood with a flustered look on her face as Nolan swapped out her bag of booze for a colourful boquet of an array of florals.

"Sunny, my sister-in-law-to-be!" Luca grinned as he locked arms with Charlotte, her roommate bit her lip to conceal the grin that was tugging at her lips, "I was wondering why I saw a bunch of your friends here, just thought maybe you got an invite"

charlotte squeezed her best friend's hand before turning around to whisper in the best man's ear, "has luke figured it out yet?" "absolutely not"

“Canon in D” by Pachelbel started playing loudly over the speak as Grano announced for everyone to sit down, for a bunch of dumbass hockey boys Sunny admired how much thought they had put into this wedding, amazed at the coordination of the seniors and some of the juniors.

Nolan grinned as he hooked his arm around Sunny's, "you did well" she said with a smile. "I've seen enough frat weddings in my lifetime, I could partially be a wedding planner at this point," he said as he waited for Rutger to get in position to start the procession. "Well I'm impressed" "I'm glad I got the stamp of approval from the bride"

Sunny smiled as she stuck her head around the corner of the doorway to the living room to peek at the crowd and Adam who stood tight-lipped in front of everyone as he awaited his fate. "I thought I sensed a little tension between you and Fants," he whispered as the red in the girl's face deepened. "I just met him on Monday." "I know sexual tension when I see it Sunshine," he mused as he offered her a sip of his almost empty beer, "it's cute, I love puppy love," the girl nearly spat out her sip of beer as he nudged her side. "That's a strong word for it, Moyle" "Doesn't matter what it is, I love a good opportunity to piss off your brother and this was just calling my name."

as he finished his sentence Grano motioned for everyone to start walking down the aisle, "this feels very serious," she mumbled to him. "you're ending it with shotgunning a beer, it'll get fun," he smiled as he smiled at Rutger who now started throwing petals on the hardwood floor, "trust me"

Sunny smiled and shook her head as she began walking arm in arm with Cap, her face heated up with embarrassment as the boys all let out chirps as soon as they laid eyes on her in the wedding dress. "Oh for fuck sake" Luke announced from the crowd as he saw his sister in fulling bride attire, "nope!"

Sunny looked to her brother in the crowd a mouthed a sorry before returning to reality.

Sunny caught a glimpse of Adam who stood at the altar, his face now an embarrassing shade of pink as he awkwardly waved at his bride. She made her way up to the front of the room face to face with Adam who smiled and commented on her dress. Rutger was stood of to the side begging Nolan to be able to change s the Captain waved him off and turned his head to pay attention.

Jay cleared his throat as he welcome the room, “I’m sure you all know why you’re here,” he smiled, “to get drunk, and to watch these two get fucking married!” He raised his beer, as did the rest of the room, “anyways, I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say,” he shrugged, “Other than that we have gathered here today to see not only a blessing romance but to also watch our favourite ray of sunshine’s brother absolutely imploded” he did a little wave to Luke, the attention turning to the girl's brother who glared at everyone around him, a pout on his face as he shook his head at the antics of everyone in the room.

“Ya-da-ya-da, beautiful couple, blah blah, rest of lives together! Anyone in this room object to the happy couple?” Luke stood up and opened his mouth, “not you, you sit” he said as both Mackie and Ethan sat him back down, a frown on his face.

“Vows and rings!” he said skimming through the speech on his phone that he had barely prepared, “Shay baby, rings please?” He said in a sing-song voice as Seamus stood up from his spot and handed Jay two cheap dollar store rings. one with a big fake diamond on the band, and one with just a purple chrome-coloured ring. “Now say your vows, Fants you first” “I didn’t prepare anything?” He looked up at their officiator who just raised an eyebrow which basically told him to come up with something, “Well sunny I’ve known you for nearly a week, probably the best week of my life, so that’s gotta count for a lot. I’m pretty sure your brother is staring daggers into me right now so I’m gonna cut it short, but I’m glad you’re my wife, even if it’s just for the night” he said with a smile as he slipped the ring onto her finger. Nolan let out a fake cry from across the room as the entire crowd clapped, “You have such a way with words Mo”

“Your turn!” Jay turned to Sunny with a smile. “Well Adam, I have known for about five minutes that you were my husband-to-be and honestly I’m glad. Seeing you while I was walking down the aisle took me back to about four days ago when were sat in public speaking class, and we were doing those god-awful icebreakers, and you told me that you could do the worm and I made you do it right in the back of the lecture hall, and from that moment I knew you were the guy I would be shotgunning beers and doing keg stands with on the upcoming weekend,” the girl grinned as she took the ring and slipped it on his hand while all the guys whistled and cheered from behind her. “Now that was pure romance! Anyways, I’m bored and this is going on too long so I now pronounce you husband and wife, please, and I mean I will literally pay you guys to do it so I can get a raw Lucas Hughes reaction, kiss the bride”

Sunny shrugged for a sec as Adam grinned as wrapped his hand around her waist to dip her, placing a chaste kiss on the apple of her cheek as the room erupted, he placed her back into her feet as Nolan handed them each a can, “and to seal the deal, shotgun frosh!” He yelled out as some random Pitbull song began playing in the background.

Adam cracked his open with his teeth and did the same to hers, very romantic, the room erupted with cheers as Sunny held her can up in the air first as everyone cheered at her fast timing.

"Wanna get a drink?" she mumbled into Adam's neck as he hugged her, everyone else in the room now working their way to the kitchen to get a new drink and start the post-wedding activities, he nodded and took her by the hand and led her into the kitchen. “Nope Fants, five feet away from my sister at all times tonight” Luke got up from his chair and began to run after them.

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I used some of my knowledge of living in a frat-like house for the past year, but obviously, it's not 100% accurate :)