#thaï drama

[des-astres]

  “ Please, send your unwanted children here at Home School. ”

[shortiesmiling]

Him being happy >>>>

[writing-reading-watching-living]

Nowadays, I'm getting totally lost into asian dramas but I can't convince my friends to watch my recs so I'll try to find people who need recs or want to talk about those dramas here. My absolute faves are still being aired. So please go watch those (or rec me new ones if you like all those five):

"Summer Strike", Korean drama, ep 5 and 6 just aired. This is so soft and hopeful, I'm in love with all the characters (and I'm a librarian so this one really speaks to my heart).

"Between Us", Thaï LGBT drama, ep 4 just aired. It's a spin off of "Until We Meet Again" who is way better than the original serie imo (sorry sorry sorry). Five stars for consent in this show.

"May I Help You", Korean drama, 10 episodes aired for now. Another soft story with lots of tears but not painful ones, and with magical undertones.

"My Tooth Your Love", Taiwanese drama, the unexpected one for me, ep 9 just aired. The title is ridiculous but the story is so good. Lots of unexpected healthy reactions and dentists can be sexy, what a revelation!

"Revenge of others", Korean drama, episodes 9 and 10 will air tomorrow. I'm obsessed with this one, even if I know the end will destroy me. It's rare that a thriller manages to hook me more than 4 episodes on but I can't get enough of this show.

Have you seen any? Or know similar ones?

[alexeiis]

nicholas   galitzine.     he/him.     cis   male.      ›      spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   alexei   rakov   ,   most   likely   listening   to   owner    of   a   lonely   heart   by   yes   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   six   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   - sensitive   yet   + compassionate   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   the   playing   of   multiple   instruments   but   a   true   passion   for   the   violin   and   guitar  ,  going   back   and   forth   from   blonde   to   black  ,  greek   with   his   mother   and   russian   with   his   father  ,  a   difficult   time   allowing   himself   to   love   and   to   be   loved   which   results   in   songwriting   to   drown   everything   out   ,   followed   by   the   scent   of   peace   for   him   by   bond   no.9   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   alexei   rakov   spotted   visiting   rock   legend   stevie   swan’s   grave  ,  we   thought   they   didn't   get   along?   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .  

subplot #21 ;

muse 2q and their band – achilles antinous andō, muse 2t, alexei rakov and muse 2v have been making waves in the music industry since moving to new york city three years ago. they’ve got a good thing going with appearances in vanity fair’s time capsule series and a featured spread in rolling stone magazine. but when their manager brings in muse 2r, a singer-songwriter with budding talent, tensions start to rise. muse 2r’s free-spirited and impulsive quickly makes them a fan favorite. muse 2q can’t stand them. the constant clashes have led to writer’s block, plummeting ticket sales and canceled shows –– putting the band’s success at risk. and to make matters worse? drama is brewing with the rest of the band. achilles antinous andō and muse 2t are secretly hooking up, worried about the band’s reaction if they find out. alexei rakov is hiding a secret that could potentially ruin their career if it gets out. and muse 2v? they’re jealous of muse 2q’s success and wants what they have. tensions continue to mount and the band’s future hangs in the balance. can they learn to work together and put their differences aside? or will personal drama and clashing egos seal the band’s fate?

muse 2q  –  open. muse 2r  –  open. muse 2s  –   achilles antinous andō. muse 2t  –  open. muse 2u  –   alexei rakov. muse 2v  –  open.

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: alexei antonis nikos rakov ( first name pronounced ah-lek-say, or click here for pronunciation ) ⟶ nicknames: likes alexei, but doesn’t mind being called alex considering over 90% of the people he meets don’t know how to pronounce his name ⟶ three things he likes: instruments of any kind, summers in greece, olives ⟶ three things he dislikes: people who just want sex, slow wifi, the instability he’s felt his whole life ⟶ gender: cis male   ⟶ height: 6 ‘ 0 ⟶ age: 26 ⟶ birthday: february 19, 1997 ⟶ zodiac: pisces sun ( aquarius - pisces cusp, known as the ‘cusp of sensitivity’ ), cancer moon, virgo ascendant   ⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed   ⟶ eye color: hazel, shooting more towards green, shifts depending on the lighting ⟶ hair color: naturally blonde, constantly dyes it from blonde to black and back and forth ⟶ piercings and tattoos: left ear pierced, little music symbol on his right wrist ⟶ languages spoken: russian ( father’s native tongue ), greek ( mother’s native tongue ), decent spanish and english   ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: demisexual / homoromantic  ⟶ place of birth: manchester, england ⟶ last five songs listened to: time by pink floyd, vitamin c by can, für elise by beethoven, méditation from thaïs by massenet, happiness is a warm gun by the beatles ⟶ five aesthetics: the intense feeling of feeling unworthy of being loved by anyone, shirts stained with black hair dye, a soft british accent, peach flavored tea and fat free biscuits, crying over things you have no control over ⟶ character inspo: prince willhelm from young royals, charlie spring from heartstopper, adam groff from sex education ( season 3 adam )

background story ;

alexei was born on a cold night in manchester to nikola ganos and sergei rakov, two twenty year olds who fell in love through music. his mother was a famous piano player ( think maybe like yiruma or ludovico einaudi ) while his father was getting more of a name for himself as a cello player. both classical musicians who fell in love and had alexei, very unexpectedly 

his parents are both really well off. his mother’s side owns one of the biggest olives and olive oil companies in europe while his father’s side owns plenty of vodka brands originated in russia but sold all across the world. they were young, but they knew their son would be coming into the world very well off financially, planned to give him the perfect childhood, even got married when he was merely five months old

and for the first six years of alexei’s life, that’s what it was. two parents who were devoted to him and wanted to give him the best life possible in england, even though neither one of them were british. but as he went from six to seven, all that love his parents had for each other seemed to dissolve more and more each day. his beautiful early childhood turned into him listening to his parents fighting constantly, and even though he was so young, he couldn’t help but ask himself – where did my parents’ love for each other go?

and if you guessed it, they ended up getting a divorce when he was barely seven, but the thing is… his parents weren’t like normal parents. it wasn’t the typical case of custody with one parent while the other has visiting rights, or even shared custody of 3 days a week here, and four days a week there, or even complete custody of him to just one parent, no, his parents were determined to fight for hm until the bitter end

it turned into a game of who alexei liked more, they couldn’t even stand to be in the same room together, and it was really difficult to tell a little kid ‘who do you love more?’ or ‘who do you want to live with more?’ or ‘you have to pick’ or even just his father trying to put him against his mother while his mother did the same thing to him with his father. sometimes, alexei felt like they didn’t even really love him, but just wanted to prove to the other that he could love one or the other more

eventually, they settled for custody in the worst way possible. alexei would live with his mother for six months, then he would live with his father for six months, and maybe this wouldn’t be so awful if they both decided to stay in england, live maybe a city or two away from each other, but no, definitely not. they immediately left his birth place, his mother going back and forth between greece and spain, while his father traveled from canada to russia repeatedly, and well… this is what alexei’s life became

maybe to some people, it might sound ideal. not staying in one place for too long, constantly moving from one city, knowing you wouldn’t be staying there for longer than six months, perhaps to any traveler, this is the dream life, but that certainly wasn’t the case for alexei

this going back and forth put a serious strain in every aspect of his life. he would enroll in a school, make a friend or two, only to be ripped away from that scene for the following six months to go to another school, halfway across the world, for the same thing to happen to him, over and over again

and the worst part was that his parents didn’t seem to understand that it didn’t make him happy, all the going back and forth. he was unstable, he didn’t even know how to really talk to people at one point, because he knew deep down, that there was no use in trying to make any friends if it would just be taken away from him sooner or later

basically, a loner. he spent most of his childhood to early teenage years dodging conversations, definitely ate his lunch in the bathroom vibes. the only consistency his parents had was their love for music, which, is the one thing that did make alexei happy. he was a virtuoso. from the piano, to the cello, to the bass, even the drums, saxophone and viola, he loved it all, though his true love was in the guitar, and more especially, the violin. he grew a real love for this, had multiple instruments at his mother’s and multiple instruments at his father’s, again, the one consistency in his life

while he wasn’t big on singing, he basically had the voice of an angel. could switch from a soft tone to a rather loud one, a male soprano range… truly a gift, tried to break glass to see if it was true and it in fact, wasn’t a myth ( at least in his case ). pretty much any orchestra teacher’s wet dream, a typical band nerd

anyways, when he was sixteen, he convinced his parents to enroll him in a boarding school in los angeles, very pca from zoey 101 vibes, and they surprisingly agreed since it was neither with his mother nor his father, but a spot in between. for the last two years of high school, he had some type of stability

though, during his senior year, he became the talk of everyone through the most unfortunate event. simply put, alexei met a guy. at this time, he wasn’t even really sure of his sexuality. he figured he wasn’t straight, but he didn’t think it was just that. he felt like there was more depth to what he liked and didn’t like, but this guy was charming. gave him attention, treated him kindly, and he was incredibly good looking. this was his first relationship ever. prior to this, he shared his first kiss when he was fifteen with a random girl near his mother’s house in athens, and simply put, he didn’t like it

this was different though. he enjoyed kissing him, but he didn’t feel like doing anything else but that, and the more the guy insisted they take it further, the less inclined he felt to give him what he wanted

alexei, however, is a people pleaser. he didn’t want to have sex with him even though at this point, they had been dating for well over two months. he didn’t know why he didn’t want to, he couldn’t pinpoint why having sex was such a weird and touchy subject for him, but basically, he felt, in a way, guilt tripped by this guy. it was the constant questioning of ‘why don’t you like me?’ or ‘what’s wrong with you?’ or even ‘i promise i’ll make it worth your while’ and one day, they both get drunk and even though alexei has been drunk plenty of times before, well, he caves, instantly lives to regret it

the following day, as he’s walking towards his first class, people are whispering about him, not so discreetly pointing, giving him looks, and it takes him a matter of fifteen minutes from getting to his first period before one of his friends sends him a text message with a link attached, much to his horror. the message reads ‘is this you?’ with a link to a video. the video is them having sex the night prior

he had filmed it all and posted without his consent. they were both of age, but it literally made alexei sick to his stomach. for one, he felt really used, and two, he hated the attention this was getting him. he’s always been one to fly under the radar, and now this was all anyone was talking about, lost count over how many times he’s cried over this

the following months reaching towards graduation are literal hell for him. the video gets to his parents which is quite literally his worst nightmare become a reality. legal action is taken and they thankfully manage to remove the video from the web completely, but the damage has already been done, he’s miserable. worst graduation ever, doesn’t even walk the stage because he’s just so humiliated, and for once in his damn life, he wishes he would have been in that constant moving back and forth life. maybe then, he could’ve ran away from the problem the second it started, sad boy hours, really

after graduation, he immediately moves out of california. for about two years, he just travels. ironic considering it’s something he didn’t like to do when he was younger, but at that point, he just wanted to get away from everything

anyways, he’s twenty three when he finally moves to new york, settling there for good. models on and off, plays the violin at the subway for fun, lives off his mother and father’s money until eventually, he starts making it on his own, with his talent and with the band he’s a part of ( aka the subplot ), things are looking okay, but then you know, they’re not

moral of the story is once again, he meets a guy ( notice how nothing good comes from him meeting a guy ever ), when he’s twenty four and the guy is thirty one. this guy is none other than stevie swan, who would basically come to be the equivalent of a young anthony kiedis, pretty much a rock legend, everything he touches musically turns into gold, you get the gist. his band happens to be huge competition for alexei’s band, they’re pretty much meant to not like each other but things take a swift turn

only this time around, despite being a rockstar, well, this guy isn’t a total jerk. everything is kept a huge secret, but stevie never once pressured him into anything. everything went at a pace alexei was comfortable with, he basically ends up falling in love with him, really got to know him, literally became the only person he’s felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with in every aspect of the word. everything would be great, but like most rockstars, alexei came to know that stevie had a drug problem

the only thing alexei has ever done in his damn life was drink and smoke on occasion. however, as nice as stevie is, he easily influences alexei. at one point, they’re both doing drugs together, every minute of the day

it seems like they have everything under control, until one horrible morning of partying too hard later and when alexei wakes up beside him, stevie is gone. died in his sleep from an overdose, and alexei was so out of it himself, he didn’t even realize, not until it was too late

this is where the secret from his subplot comes in. he got so nervous from seeing the scene before him, not only did he have a major panic attack, but he left without saying anything. not a phone call, nothing, just panicked big time and left in a fountain of tears, wasn’t spotted by anyone. this happened when he was twenty five, about a year into their secret romance

the headlines were big, all over the place, rock legend stevie swan dies of an overdose, all of which he was around for, but didn’t do anything about it. this is his secret, that he woke up to this scene and just left. he’s kept this a secret for a while now, as he knows it could potentially ruin his bands career and that’s the last thing he wants, but truthfully, he doesn’t know how to say it. that moment was so traumatizing, it’s difficult for him to even think about it without getting teary eyed, let alone talk about what happened. now the question is, will this come back to bite him in the ass, or can it somehow stay concealed for the rest of time?

headcanons ;

natural blonde, but constantly dyes his hair black, then switches. dying his hair is almost therapeutic for him, has even gotten buzzcuts during times where he was really depressed, but he prefers longer hair

regarding the gossip in his app, it’s totally true. he went to go visit stevie’s grave and didn’t know he was photographed, played it off as him paying his respect but little do people know, that was basically the love of his life

the guitarist of the band from the subplot, back up vocals here and there, first time he feels like he actually belongs somewhere, even though he’s hiding a big secret from all his bandmates

he has a british accent, literally nicholas galitzine’s voiceclaim. not too strong, but it’s there

speaks russian with his father in absolute shame, my guy is definitely free ukraine all the way, just wants peace and love

because of his past relationships, he has a very difficult time trusting people, loving people, or even allowing people to love him. the whole idea with love really confuses him. it’s something he wants, but it isn’t something he’s sure he understands, and he hates not understanding things

has been confused with his sexuality his entire life! he’s always felt like an outcast around other guys his age because they all typically wanted sex, meaningful, meaningless, just a typical guy thing, and that definitely didn’t apply for him. for ages, he thought there was something wrong with him, but it wasn’t until he learned about demisexuality that he finally understood… kind of. he just wants it to be meaningful, wants to have a connection with the person, the idea of meaningless sex and hookups literally makes him super uncomfortable, but it’s what most people seem to want these days

his drug phase with stevie was short lived. after the incident, he stopped completely. literally even smoking weed gives him anxiety, but he can drink. call him a typical russian or whatever, but it’s crazy how much he can drink, can practically outdrink anyone, no one believes it but it’s very true, tolerance through the roof, doesn’t even get sick and rarely ever even gets hungover, but he doesn’t make this an everyday thing

his dirty habit, one that he’s definitely ashamed of, is every now and then, he’ll smoke a cigarette. definitely not those pack a day smokers and really not even a regular smoker? he kind of just does this when he’s really stressed, depressed or angry. think like amy santiago from brooklyn 99, not a heavy habit but when he’s going through some bullshit, he’ll have one, definitely trying to outgrow that habit though

he’s a pescatarian! probably will never become a vegetarian because he loves salmon way too much, loves salmon in every form possible. meat and chicken gross him out and he doesn’t like eggs either, just fish, heavy seafood lover

close friends of his roast him for this, but he’s an olive fanatic as well. greek olives, peruvian olives, spanish olives, any type of olives, he’s obsessed. when he was younger, there was always olives at his house, because of his mother’s company, and he would dead ass eat them out the jar, finish the entire jar in like five minutes, still does that to this day. at his house, you’ll likely find two large jars of olives, minimum, a snack he will never get tired of

he likes to write music too, aside from playing instruments. has written a few things for his band, and definitely has unpublished songs he’s written that he’s never shared with anyone

what you would call a typical pisces – very sensitive! he doesn’t show this publicly, but if it hurts his feelings, he’ll cry when he gets home. literally the type to cry over sad videos, movies or tv shows, very emotional. pisces sun and cancer moon combo, he’s a literal mess, he feels things a lot, feels things on a whole different level than most people which makes him a very compassionate and understanding person, definitely a shoulder to cry on, a very loyal friend to have by your side

he forgives a lot. he’ll forgive you time after time after time, but when alexei genuinely gets tired of your shit, you will never hear from him again. he’s very forgiving, but once he says ‘i’m done’ there is no changing his mind. it takes a lot for him to get to this level, but he can only be taken advantage of for so long before he gets sick of it. once you lose him, you lose him for good

he has a bearded dragon named jake long and a beagle named pawl mccartney. he named the bearded after one of his favorite shows as a kid and his pet beagle was named after iconic paul mccartney, of course. jake long is one and pawl is two, alexei adores both of them, pretty much his emotional support animals

loves his parents, but still somewhat holds a grudge over them for his childhood, even though he isn’t one to hold grudges. they definitely messed him up one way or another. even if it wasn’t their intention, being so unstable for so long has kind of permanently scarred him. he has a very hard time getting genuinely close to people, whether it be friendships or romantic relationships, it’s hard for him

super nice guy, but quite literally remembers every bad thing that has happened to him ever. his energy is crying over something that happened when he was a literal child that he had no control of at three in the morning, might as well have the memory of an elephant. he’ll forgive, but he won’t forget, like ‘you remember what you did august 15th, 2016 at 4:57 pm? i do too’ like… isn’t one to hold grudges, but if you thought he forgot, you thought wrong

wanted connections ;

you don’t know that i know: i’d die for this connection, but someone who saw or heard of his sex tape, whether they never tell anyone or act like a little shit about it is utp, but alexei doesn’t know that they know, you know?

you think you can outdrink me?: a muse who thinks they can outdrink him, but they never can, could turn into a whole little competition, could be really funny

classical music lovers: title says it all, two nerds passionate about classical music, bonus if this muse is a fan of his parents or has heard of them

slow love: a poor, unfortunate muse that likes him. they could like how nice and down to earth he is, alexei could even know that they like him, but considering how iffy he is about relationships, well… yeah

all my friends are fake: someone who doesn’t like him because they think his whole nice guy act is fake, or maybe doesn’t like him for whatever other reason

cry baby: another muse who is sensitive like he is, they’re just soft besties and want peace and love, very wholesome friendship

or we can brainstorm!

birthchart ;

[uweiy]

Hello, pour une fois je m'adresse à vous fellow français !

On a fait un serveur Discord avec une amie pour tous les fans de l'Asie ❤

https://discord.gg/mVMf9t

Il y a de nombreux channels sur des sujets divers et variés ! De la kpop !! Des dramas !! Des conseils pratiques !!

Vous voulez apprendre une langue ? Il y a un Channel pour ! Vous voulez pratiquer ? Il y a aussi !!

Pour l'instant on est peu mais on espère pourvoir faire vivre tt ça avec vous :)

Donc voilà, si ça vous intéresse, hésitez pas !!

Mon pseudo c'est @Atelyan ;)

[emisfritish]

Listen I may not know how invested I am in any of the romances in Not Me the series yet (we shall see if that changes as they develop, I do adore White being a little sh*t already).

What I do know, though ?

Is that I am 100% behind the whole social/political study going on in the show.

The privileged kid discovering truly how privileged he is and has been his entire life, how that has meant he's inadvertently stepped on others without noticing it all this time, and then deciding to actually do something about it ? That was just 👌

Please, I'll take more of that show.

[areyouokaayy]

WHY? Tin and Can. What is This end? Season 2?? Im crying

[zoomboyslove]

🍀Album Thaï BL Series🍀

NITIMAN THE SERIES FINALE

Scene episode 10

This moment is just perfect.

Really good drama and great acting.

Native Title: สังคมมนุษย์นิติและคนรัก

[misacearovii]

GIRL FROM NOWHERE, Thaï Drama/Thriller (Netflix Original) One of the most surprising drama/thriller I have seen so far. To make it short, this girl is a mix of Jigsaw and Karma. It's clearly their spiritual daughter, it's all I can tell. If you thought yandere were dangerous, you have seen nothing yet.

The plot is pretty creative yet very simple at the same time and it works on every episode. It has intense themes that can trigger anyone who are sensitive with such themes.

It's worth a watch even if it's being overrated around social media such as TikTok.

[bounpassion]

New Thai drama with Kim Varadom : Soh Waree

🔎 Poster cast of this drama

Native Title: โซ่เวรี

Also Known As: Soh Wari

Adapted From A Novel, Gay Relationship

Type: Thaï Drama

Airs: Dec 31, 2020 - ? Channel 7

➡️ Kimmon will be a support rôle but I can’t wait to see him in this new drama!

🔗 Bonus pic with Kimmon

©️ Source FCB GCinee

[girlscarpia]

I was tagged by @dolgorukov for the “10 songs I can’t stop listening to” tag game, thank you! :)

All opera arias because why not

1. The finale of act II Maria Stuarda act II finale from the Beverly Sills recording 

2. The finale of act III of Adriana Lecouvreur from various recordings (the ones with the most Drama obviously)

3.  Thaïs?/ C’est toi, mon père! from Thaïs sung by Fleming/Hampson

4.  Ah! di qual sei tu vittima from Norma sung by Callas/Filippeschi/Stignani

5. Ah! Ruggiero crudel/Ombre pallide from Alcina sung by Joan Sutherland

6. Morrò, ma prima in grazia from Un ballo in maschera sung by Maria Callas (the 1957 live performance)

7. The final sequence of Suor Angelica (from Senza mamma til the end) from the Katia Ricciarelli recording

8. As with rosy steps the morn from Theodora sung by Lorraine Hunt Lieberson

9. Piante ombrose from La Calisto sung by Maria Bayo

10. Non più di fiori from La clemenza di Tito sung by Janet Baker

I tag @little-mad-margaret @lanonima @viendiletto @widevibratobitch @the-sun-of-rome-is-set @skyeventide @eirathefox

[impalablackwings]

Warning about this blog :)

Hi guys!

I know, it’s been a long time... about 4 months since I came here the last time. 

I’m back, but maybe you won’t like it. So, a little warning about what I’m going to blog now is appropriate, I think. :)

If you’re following me because of Glee/Klaine/Darren (which is, I think, 99% of you). You can stay, I’ll still post/reblog about it, but just know that it won’t be the main subject now.

This is going to be a multifandom blog. And here what’s you’re going to see:

Glee, Darren Criss, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, Sophie Turner (Sansa Stark), The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit... and a lot of Boy’s Love Dramas. What’s that? Well... it’s the new things you’ll see here now. Basically, it’s a tv show/series, where the main couple is... two boys :) Why Drama? Because it’s how they call a tv show/series in Asia.

Let’s be honest, we don’t have much series like that in Europe/North America. Most of the time, the main couple is straight, and there’s a gay in the plot, somewhere... But here, in this dramas, they really focus on the love story about two boys and it’s lovely ♥

So, yeah, if you love some Boy’s Love story, maybe you’re going to love what I’ll blog for now. And maybe you’ll even start watching it! You can be a little bit of lost because of the language at first, but you’ll get used to it, and even find it pretty :) Most of the BL’s Dramas are Thaï, and they’re really good at it. *o*

But don’t worry, if you want to stick with me, but don’t want to be bothered by all that boy’s love, I’ll still tag every post. So, you can blacklist everything if you want. ^^ And if you want to unfollow me because of it, no problem, I understand, I’ll still love you for following me at first, and stay with me this long. ♥

Well. That’s it. Love you guys, and thank you for reading my little note. :)

[in-the-name-of-the-holy-reborn]

Match-up for Moon-Anon

Thank you so much for your description, hope you’ll enjoy!

Your match is Ryohei Honetsly, Ryohey being Ryohei, the first time you two met he just bursted in front of you, having no notion of personal space as he kept talking at a rapid pace to the point you couldn’t catch half of his sentences. It was a day of autumn when your group of Muay-thaï had to train somewhere else for the season because your gymnasium was under construction, and you ended up in Namimori High, everything was fine even in this new place and you focused only on your teammate to improve your skill. Somewhere, in the back of the room was the captain of the Boxing club, winding a strip around his knuckles, ready for his own training session, when he caught a glimpse of your fighting style, he sat down in silence [yes, in silence.] and couldn’t look away during your whole performance. When your session came to an end, you bowed to your oppenent and get off the ring, a bottle of water was right in front of  your face and you blinked several time into big grey eyes before the young man began to drown you with compliments. Visibly embarassed and almost fainting under your blush with all of this attention, you tried to search in the corner of your eyes somewhere you could just hide..to no avail, as the white-haired man was still telling you how wonderful it was and how much Extreme your moves were. After this eventful meeting, you encountered the rest of the Vongola and Ryohei made you at ease, showing you that there’s no reason to be anxious or reserved, where there’s discomfort there’s no pleasure, they’re all a big family and who ever wants to sympathize is gladly welcome. You both became pretty close quickly, your playful temper and his cheerful one goes together and you spent your days teasing him kindly as he waste no time to answer and annoy you gently. You often challenged each other and when he defy you to go on an adventure with him and challenge you in physical tests, he would never let you win and fights like if he was against a real opponent, extracting the best out of you. He’s glad to see a woman who doesn’t back down anything and who is not afraid to break a nail when he drags you to camp in the middle of the forest. He’s a man who get easily bored and he is more than happy to discover a lot of things, he would even try music if you ask him to, he’s happy to constantly try new things and if you agree to do it with him, he would be on a little cloud. It took him almost a year but, by spending a lot of time with you, he began to realize that he wasn’t seeing you only as a friend, you share a lot of qualities dear to his heart, first, you always do your best to help people, you’re loyal, caring, intelligent [something he can lack sometimes, and you’re the brain for you both in some situations] and you have a smooth temper without being totally sweet as you know how to answer when people mess with you. Not going to lie, the fact you don’t loose your temper easily is going to be REALLY important in the relationship because you’ll balance his hot-headed side, you calm him in a way and help him understand that it’s sometime better to stop and think a little before rushing. When pieces of the puzzle began to fall together and the fact you’re totally is type sunk in his head, he would wondered why he didn’t realize sooner how your make-up enlighted your face in a cute way, how your smiles were so warm and your laugh so melodic and he would act all uncomfortable, blushing madly each time your hand brush his. He ended asking you out, but you understood by his attitude something was off when he picked you up, it took you one kiss on his cheek to make him snapped out of his embarassment and he dropped a clumsy hard kiss on your lips when he finally got the hints you gave him for months. Trust and Respect were the Master Words of your friendship and nothing changed now that you two are together, he can’t help but be more protective toward you, but he doesn’t stop treating you like an equal, he doesn’t look down on you because you’re a woman and has a high esteem for your capacities and values. He’s an honest and straightforward man and would never ran away from issues whether in the relationship or not. If you confront him about something he won’t try to hide the real problem and with the time, he gained in maturity and he’s definitely able to have calm and toughtful conversations to find the best solutions with you. It’s not because he loves you that he won’t say anything when you try to fight him about something you’re wrong about, he stays on his positions when he’s sure of him and he’ll fight for you to understand if you’re putting yourself in danger for example. He won’t scream everywhere your union but he can’t hide it from Kyoko or the Vongola, he wants to share his happiness with the ones he cares about and even if he’s into pda, he would not kiss you in front of everyone in the middle of the street, but he would unconsciously grab your hand, put a kiss on your fingers or let his arm around your waist. He can’t help but blush profusely and have butterflies in his stomach everytimes your lips met his in an unexpected kiss, even after years of relationship.

Your Life in the KHR! World You were climbing the stairs of your building quickly, hasting your pace to join your boyfriend after a hard day of classes. One more floor and you'll reach the door when a faint smell of burnt hit your nose and you continued your ascent with a light frown on your forehead, shrugging it off, one of your neighbors was probably having a barbecue. The pealing of keys echoed in the tiny hall of your flat and you opened the door with a huge smile on your face, ready to jump into your boyfriend's muscular arms.. That was the plan, until a thick dark smoke welcomed you with an awful odor of ashes and caramel. Ryohei move away from the windows wide opened, huge stains adorning his shirt as little amount of flour were on the top of his nose, his eyes seemed upset when he reached you and he grabbed your hand in a drama tone. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I wanted to do the pancakes you bake me each morning to welcomed you home.. but something seemed wrong in the recipe!" You couldn't help but laugh, looking right into his so sad grey hues andapparently vexed by your behaviour, he turned his head to the side, a pout on his adorable lips. You sized his head between your hands, making him look at you as you covered his face with dozen tender kisses, he couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks but he wouldn't let you win this war. His hands on your waist in no time, he pushed you on the sofa, tickling you while showering you with tons of soft kisses, when he stopped, he pushed a strand of your long chocolate brown hair and approached eer so slowly to deposed a real sweet kiss on your lips, before you both connected, the sound of the smoke detector resounded in the entire appartment and you both grimaced with a smile forced to stop your cute little game. Runner-up: Lambo Friends: Shoichi, Yamamoto, Chrome Runner-up from other Fandom: Kaisar Lidfard - Shingeki No Bahamut

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Cine Francés

Llega una vez más a Guadalajara el Tour de Cine Francés en su edición vigésima tercera

La muestra de cine itinerante presenta una selección de siete obras francesas

El vigésimo tercer tour de cine francés se realizará próxima semana en Guadalajara y trae una selecciones de siete filmes realizados en Francia y estrenados este años, que circularán por 73 ciudades mexicanas y que harán su escala en Guadalajara a partir del 6 de septiembre.

Gabriel Martín, coordinador cultural de la Alianza Francesa, comentó que “el cine francés es muy bien recibido en nuestra ciudad. Hay un dato que aprendí ayer y es que, después de Francia y los países francófonos, México es el principal consumidor de cine francés a escala mundial. En esta ocasión vamos a recibir a siete películas francesas y 15 cortometrajes producidos por IMCINE, de los que se proyectará uno antes de cada función y al final se le otorgará el premio de **La Palmita, que es un incentivo para los jóvenes productores”.

Gerardo Salcedo Romero, programador del Cineforo de la Universidad de Guadalajara, por su parte, explicó que “ya es una tradición cada mes de septiembre celebrar el Tour de Cine Francés, que a través de una estructura literalmente itinerante visita 73 ciudades. Pensemos que algunas de las cintas que se movían en este tour eran en 35 mm, es decir, pesaban cerca de 20 kilos, si no eran muy largas y copias que se lastimaban mucho en cada viaje. Es un proyecto que se ha ganado su nicho a través de los años”.

Salcedo Romero destaca “en estos tiempos que se debate sobre el papel de la mujer en el terreno de la creación, la violencia de género que recorre nuestras sociedades, el Tour presenta una cartelera en la que tres de las obras son dirigidas por mujeres, creo que el cine francés es uno de los más paritarios. Si hacen cuentas sobre el escenario mexicano, se darán cuenta de que sólo el 15% de las películas están dirigidas por mujeres”.

Por otra parte, se destacaron algunas de las claves para mirar los filmes que comprenden esta edición, “como la participación de Sandrine Kimberlain que aparece en dos papeles, antes repetía papeles de novia y ahora los hace de madre; desde luego que hay una película en la que aparece la principal actriz francesa: Isabelle Huppert bajo la dirección de Anne Fontaine, la más experimentada de los directores de esta edición, en la película **Blanca como la nieve que rescata las raíces de esta historia a la que estamos acostumbrados a ver bajo la perspectiva de Disney”.

“La película **Amanda ha sido la más festivalera y está muy comprometida con temas como la parentela, la identidad y las secuelas del terrorismo; dos películas que abordan el tema de la literatura como **Cyrano mon amour y **El misterio del Sr. Pick”, señala Salcedo Romero.

El Tour de Cine Francés se realiza en Guadalajara del 6 de septiembre al 19 de septiembre (en algunos complejos de Cinépolis dura hasta el 24 de septiembre) y la cartelera se puede consultar en las páginas de Cinepólis, de la Cineteca de la Universidad de Guadalajara y en la página oficial de los organizadores: http://www.tourdecinefrances.com/

CARTELERA

AMANDA

AMANDA

DRAMA

D: Mikhaël Hers

Con Vincent Lacoste, Isaure Multier, Stacy martin

David tiene veinticuatro años y disfruta plenamente de su libertad. Se gana la vida con pequeños trabajos y evita tomar decisiones que lo comprometan. Es solitario y soñador hasta que conoce a Lena, su nueva vecina. Su vida transcurre normalmente hasta que su hermana muere en un atentado en París. David se ve entonces confrontado brutalmente a la realidad porque es la única persona que puede hacerse cargo de Amanda, su sobrina de siete años.

Francia 2019. d. 107 min

EN BUENAS MANOS

PUPILLE

DRAMA

D: Jeanne Herry

Con Sandrine Kimberlain, Gilles Lellouche, Élodie Bouchez

Théo acaba de nacer. Después de dar a luz, su madre biológica lo entrega a un programa de adopción, dentro del cual tiene dos meses para cambiar de opinión. Los servicios de ayuda social y de adopción se ponen en marcha: unos deben encargarse del bebé en esta fase de incertidumbre, los otros deben encontrar a la que se convertirá en su madre adoptiva.

Francia, 2019. d. 110 min

AMOR A SEGUNDA VISTA

MON INCONNUE

COMEDIA ROMÁNTICA

D: Hugo Gélin

Con François Civil, Joséphine Japy, Benjamin Lavernhe

Raphaël es un exitoso escritor felizmente casado con Olivia, una pianista que puso su carrera en segundo plano para estar con su marido. Después de una fuerte pelea entre la pareja, Raphaël se despierta en una vida paralela en la que no está casado con Olivia y él es un simple maestro de secundaria.

Francia, 2019. d. 117 min

EL MISTERIO DEL SR. PICK

LE MYSTÈRE HENRI PICK

THRILLER

D: Rémi Bezançon

Con Fabrice Luchini, Camille Cottin, Alice Isaaz

En una biblioteca de Bretaña, una joven editora descubre un manuscrito extraordinario que decide publicar. La novela fue escrita por el enigmático Henri Pick, un pizzero de la zona que murió dos años antes del descubrimiento.

FRANCIA, 2019. d. 100 min

CYRANO MON AMOUR

EDMOND

COMEDIA DRAMÁTICA

D: Alexis Michalik

Con Thomas Solivérès, Olvier Gourmet, Mathilde Seigner

París, diciembre de 1897. EL joven poeta Edmond Rostand, aún no cumple treinta años pero ya tiene dos hijos y muchos problemas pues no ha escrito nada en dos años. Desesperado, le ofrece al gran actor Constant Coquelin una nueva obra: una comedia heroica escrita en verso para su estreno en navidad.

Francia, 2019. d. 112 min

MI NIÑA

MON BÉBÉ

COMEDIA DRAMÁTICA

D: Lisa Azuelos

Con: Sandrine Kiberlain, Thaïs Alessandrin, Patricl Chesnais

Héloïse es una madre divorciada con tres hijos. Jade, su hija más pequeña, acaba de cumplir 18 años y está a punto de bandonar el nido para continuar sus estudios en Canadá. Conforme se acerca la despedida, y con el estrés que esto implica, Héloïse trata a toda costa de generar recuerdos grabando los últimos instantes de su hija en el hogar materno. Una hermosa historia sobre el amor y la complicidad entre una madre y “su niña”.

Francia, 2019. d. 85 min

BLANCA COMO LA NIEVE

BLANCHE COMME NEIGE

COMEDIA NEGRA

D: Anne Fontaine

Con Lou de Laâge, Isabelle Huppert, Charles Berling

Claire, una hermosa joven, trabaja en el hotel de su padre fallecido que ahora es administrado por su malvada madrastra, Maud. Carcomida por los celos al darse cuenta de que su amante se está enamorando de Claire, planea la muerte de su hijastra. Salvada por un hombre misterioso que la lleva a vivir a su granja, Claire decide quedarse a vivir en el pueblo despertando la curiosidad de sus habitantes. Siete de ellos caerán rendidos ante su belleza, lo que significará para Claire el comienzo de la emancipación carnal y sentimental.

Francia 2019 d. 112 min

No.1147. 060919

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J'adore les dramas thaï car même les traducteurs sont marrants. Tu peux en plein épisode lire "roses are red, violets are blue and my middle finger is for you" dans le plus grand des calmes. Je sens que c'est une phrase qui va me rester longtemps en mémoire. 😂✌ #canon700d #france #fblogger #macro #flou #nature #forest #mood #travel #traveler #feed #fblogger #france #vibes #mood #togetherwithmetheseries

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NATALIE DIAZ – WHEN MY BROTHER WAS AN AZTEC – 2012

 This is an important collection of poems from an Indian woman. Important because it is poetry. Important because the poet is a woman. Important because the poetess is Indian. But we do have to get into it a lot deeper.

 The opening poem that gives the title of the collection is describing this brother as a pure Aztec god, Huitzilopochtli, performing Aztec human sacrifice, morning after morning, on his own parents, ripping their hearts out of their chests over and over again. The poem also introduces another theme at the end:

 “My parents gathered

what he left of their bodies, trying to stand without legs,

trying to defend his blows with missing arms, searching for their fingers

to pray, to climb out of whatever dark belly my brother, the Aztec,

their son, had fed them to.”

 This sacrificial dismembering will come later with another meaning than this Aztec ritualistic perspective. And it is this crossing of an old heritage and a more recent curse that is essential in this poetry.

 The first part is centered on the author’s vision. Her menstrual periods are seen as a metaphor of alienation as a woman, as an Indian and as a human being. This alienation of the Indian human being is then evoked as a legless man in a wheelchair. It is clear that this leglessness is the result of the colonial genocide of John Wayne’s movies. And yet the survivor, “the Injun That Could” survive in fact as a “Guy No-Horse” after the passage of the cavalry and you cannot be surprised by the fact the cavalry is running in his veins, in his blood, in Indian blood shed to the ground by cut up bodies trampled by the horses of General Custer and consorts, many consorts. Rivers of blood.

 A legless woman can then intervene and this leglessness is the result of having committed the sin of accepting to be deculturated in order to be acculturated into the white skin of a soulless Indian. The worst crime is then not to kill millions of Indians, but to force the survivors out of their culture (no dancing, no drums, no music) into the white culture (short hair, proper clothing, brush your teeth, use the toilets, speak English, think normal, that is to say submissive and humbly crawling on the moral floor of the White God’s religion and principles). Be poor and rejoice in the great salvation God will provide you with after your death, of hunger if necessary.

The present curse is phenomenal. Grandmothers have danced the legs of the people off. Indians live in permanent dimness. Indian history is nothing but a collection of debris collected in some museums for the entertainment of white people. Indians went through a genocide that is unrecognized and unrepaired. Indians have to stop talking, meaning their languages, because “language is a cemetery.” The only hope of Indians is in tribal dentists who will restore the teeth of Indians and then teach them to bite back and bite first. Don’t expect anything but devouring biting molasses on the white side. Bite first and you may have some future. This collection can be summarized in these four words: BITE BACK! BITE FIRST!

 So imagine Mojave Barbie meeting with white Ken and she “peek[ed] at Ken’s hard body and naked Mojave Barbie gripping his pistol, both mid-yenni and dripping wet.” A famous Yenni has become more than infamous on January 17, 2017: “The FBI has been looking into allegations that Jefferson Parish President Mike Yenni sent sexually explicit texts to a 17-year-old he first noticed at a high school function last year, in the middle of Yenni’s successful 2015 campaign for one of the region’s most powerful political offices.” The poem becomes then very explicit about how Mojave Barbie was abused and guess who is expelled? Or are we speaking of mids, mid-grade marijuana?

 The life on the reservation is then described, touch after touch, to reach the blackmailing of white entrepreneurs towards Indian starving workers to start shoveling on an infrastructural project across a field that reveals itself to be a cemetery of Indian babies and infants. The Indians then refuse to work anymore and they are rejected morally as lazy, and Indians are rejected as barbaric since they bury children, infants and babies in baskets. Then the only thing left for Indians are prayers understood as being oubliettes, deep chasms in which Indians can starve to death and be completely forgotten. These oubliettes will come back twice more.

 The second part concerns the ordeal of the author’s brother, the Aztec of the title. His drama is that he got addicted to methamphetamine. She attempts to penetrate his psychology and she describes the supportive love he can enjoy till his death. She captures the hallucinating fake vision he experiences, the fact that life is for him some kind of disguise of human beasts that are just some Halloween parade. This brother reenacts the Indian alienation by embodying, impersonating Judas, the traitor, and his thirty silver pieces, and he becomes the Judas of the Indian people in the very Christian reference the disguise carries.

Twenty years ago the brother was a normal teenager. But Indian alienation came bringing the brother’s addiction that brings the Indian dedication to death that leads the brother to destroying all sources of light (lamps, bulbs and others) and the parents out of love and support accept to turn their home into the funeral pyre of their own son in order not to embarrass him, though he is destroying the family temple, the only thing that should be sacred to him. That naturally leads to the evocation of Thais: “Thaïs was a famous Greek hetaera [a type of prostitute in ancient Greece] who lived during the time of Alexander the Great and accompanied him on his [colonizing] campaigns. She is most famous for instigating the burning of Persepolis. At the time, Thaïs was the lover of Ptolemy I Soter, one of Alexander's generals. It has been suggested that she may also have been Alexander's lover, on the basis of Athenaeus's statement that Alexander liked to "keep Thais with him", but this may simply mean he enjoyed her company. She is said to have been very witty and entertaining. Athenaeus also says that after Alexander's death Ptolemy married Thaïs, who bore him three children.”

 And the contact between the brother and this Thais, or rather the fire she represents since she is “an ember” that makes the brother “hard” and tonight he is going to “love [whatever he may think of] into blaze” and into “ash.” In the morning the “fields too will go to smoke.” And the brother like some “lamp-lit moths” will die but “gleaming with sex.”

 This meth-addicted brother splits his own father into two different fathers, “one who weeps” and “the other who drags his feet down the hall.” And “the audience” can only dream the “doves [her] brother made disappear” may come back “like angels” to take her brother to the other side of this life, as psychopomps they are. But for the time being the brother is coring “not just an apple but the entire orchard, the family, even the dog.” This apple metaphor is going to come back with another meaning.

 The author calls then Antigone to her help, “the daughter/sister of Oedipus and his mother, Jocasta,” and this Antigone “is the subject of a story in which she attempts to secure a respectable burial for her brother Polynices, who by decree of the uncle Creon is not to be buried or even mourned, on pain of death by stoning.” And this ancient metaphor is crossed with Jesus after his resurrection and the holes he has in his palms. The stigma in the right hand is a chasm in which the brother drops a knife and a candelabra, whereas he licks the stigma in the left hand and finds it “tastes like love.” Explicit though morbid metaphor. Then Antigone does not bury her brother but the horses the white European settlers and their cavalry have brought to America, thus symbolically getting rid of the whites. But that is another oubliette for Indians:

 “We aren’t here to eat, we are being eaten.

Come, pretty girl. Let us devour our lives.”

The ultimate curse of Indians devouring themselves by accepting to be buried in the Christian oubliette of Jesus’ stigmata.

 Then the brother can finally be buried, and yet he comes back as a revenant, a ghost, a haunting presence the author will never be able to get rid of.

 “My brother finally showed up asking why

he hadn’t been invited and who baked the cake.

He told me I shouldn’t smile, that this whole party was shit

because I’d imagined it. The worst part he said was

he was still alive. The worst part he said was

he wasn’t even dead. I think he is right, but maybe

the worst part is that I’m still imagining the party, maybe

the worst part is that I can still taste the cake.”

 Speaking of Post Traumatic Genocide Stress Syndrome, this is a fabulous demonstration of how the damage of a genocidal trauma is inerasable in the mind of a victim, not to mention a collective victim.

 The third part is the author after her brother’s death. She explores her lesbian orientation and brings all types of metaphors together.

 Love is like eating an apple and she wants to be that apple in order to be devoured by the woman she loves. To be cored out of love, because of love, submissive to this voracious love.

 Love is war and the scene ends with her mouth on her lover’s thigh ready to bite and devour the person she loves. Loves is some cannibalistic war. If I accept what some psychiatrists say about drug-addicts, that they are cannibals to the people who try to help them, she has transferred the main characteristic of her meth-addicted brother onto herself in her lesbian love orientation.

 No surprise that love is like an oubliette in which you get lost. And this oubliette is of course also a symbol of Indian alienation through genocide and colonization, Christianism and drug addiction. Can love regenerate this alienation?

 Love is fire in the middle of the night and this love is reduced to ash at sunrise in the morning like so many lamp-lit moths.

Love then leads nowhere. The tongue with which she loves, with which she speaks is heretic in all the hateful rejection it contains, rejection of the dominant faith and rejection by the dominant faith. And her heart is like a red dress, the red dress of desire and prostitution. Love cannot be permanent and can only be some kind of episodic adventure.

 Love is her Indian alienation and she loves in direct descent from her great grandmother who got her legs amputated, who, as we have seen, danced herself legless, who got amputated when the white victors imposed a total ban on dancing and drum playing. Then the tongue was the heretic of this rule because Indians could still sing.

 Love is a mouth, which is a cathedral, with a vaulted ceiling, and its maxilla and mandible are the flying buttress of this cathedral. And this mouth of love is embodied in a zoo lion who out of boredom devoured a member of the audience who woke him up. Love is taming the devouring other into a cage but if you wake it up you will be devoured because love is a mouth against a thigh, ready to bite, and the lover has learned how to bite back and to bite first. And this mouth, this devouring love is also the fate of Indians in the hands of the cavalry and at the same time the future of Indians in their own hands when they have finally learned how to bite back and bite first.

 A beautiful poetry of liberation for Indians who can only get out of the PTGenocideSS if they find the tribal doctors who will teach them to bite back and bite first. This call for liberation and historical healing can only come from a woman because Indian women have lived two traumas, first to be reduced to inferior women among Indians though historically they were equal in their tribes, and then to be reduced to surviving slaves in the post-colonial American society that is still entirely living on this colonial – and slavery – heritage.

 It will take many people, voices, heretic tongues and tribal doctors to finally push aside this heritage of slavery and genocide in the psyche of whites, blacks and Indians equally, because they all share the traumas, as victims or as victimizers, and of course as descendants of victims and victimizers.

Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU