#・ vivi & oscar .

[vivwritesfics]

I'm not the only one seeing this, right?

[mcktub]

    at   the   hot chocolate stand  of   the  winter  festivities   with  oscar   maizière   …  @rcdamancy

    although   her   car   had   been   parked  just   a   few   metres   away   from   one   of   the   many   streets   where   the   event   occurred,   viviènne   had   stayed   inside   it   for   at   least   thirty   minutes.  the   phone   call   she   received   just   as   the   mclaren   came   to   a   halt   far   too   important   to   wait   until   the   next   day   to   be   taken.   it   was   only   after   the   call   ended   that   she   finally   started   on   the   activities   that   had   been   the   talk   of   the   town   for   a   few   days.  it   didn't   take   her   long   to   spot   her   brother's   stupidly   blonde   head   of   hair   among   the   many   others   in   the   crowd   and   she   made   a   beeline   for   him,   excited   to   share   the   news.   but   that   only   lasted   until   she   was   close   enough   to   see   his   attire.   she'd   just   gotten   there   and   he'd   already   managed   to   get   an   exhausted   sigh   out   of   her.   “   what   is   that   ?   why   ?   ”

[weirdlittleberry]

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[kodaiki]

highlights! ⇢ not captured but y/n had a long conversation with shoko and they're now decidedly besties. shoko playfully scolds maki for not introducing her sooner! ⇢ STUDIO GHIBLI CAKEEEE ⇢ angus was NOT happy to see gojo (he does adore nanami tho...) ⇢ gojo and y/n deserve oscars for pretending to be in love in front of yuuji and megumi

author's note! ⇢ HEHE >:)

꒰ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ꒱ ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

PART TWENTY FOUR | NEXT

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landoscar 4+1 kiss things.

alternate title: four times it's casual and the first time it isn't

this one is inspired by @prokrastinartiya's landoscar kissing meme! i saw it, fell in love, BOOM absolutely locked in for an idea :)) (before y'all start telling me it's normally 5+1 I KNOW shhhhhhh i prioritize quality over quantity)

contains: the 4 is mostly fluff but a lil bit of spice, the +1 is straight up smut tho, smut warnings: making out, sub lando, miami gp win, congratulatory sex, L bombs, lowkey a shitty ending bc i don't know how to write endings LOL, just two boys being really in love :)

find the original art post that inspired this here!

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i: the establishing kiss.

contrary to popular belief, oscar's love language is physical touch. he doesn't let it show all that much, but when he feels safe with someone, he doesn't stop showing it.

take lando, for example.

the first time he kisses lando, they're in japan in 2023. the brit is initially confused and a little bit shocked, taken aback by the sudden change in oscar's demeanor, but quickly learns to reciprocate.

lando had been endlessly yapping about something or other, oscar hadn't really been paying attention, but when his engineer poked his head in to summon oscar for a quick check in about potential tyre strategies, oscar stood, pressed a kiss to lando's cheek, and was about to walk out of the room before he heard his teammate short circuit.

"shit, sorry. it was an automatic reflex. is it... was that okay?" oscar had backpedaled, completely ignorant to the flush that immediately flooded lando's summer-tanned skin.

"y- yeah, it's fine, i just... wasn't expecting it."

oscar takes that as permission to continue the goodbye kisses.

ii: on the forehead.

the second time, lando is clinging to oscar's arm in his sleep, the left side of his body plastered to oscar's right and his head resting on oscar's shoulder. they're heading back to the MTC on the team jet after qatar, and frankly, oscar understands lando's exhaustion. the heat that weekend was entirely unbearable to the point where multiple teams, including mclaren, were genuinely concerned for their drivers' and pit crews' safety, and most, if not all, of the drivers had reported feeling unwell in their cars. the fact that he and lando had somehow managed to scrape a double podium together despite the brutal conditions was astounding.

lando shifts a bit in his sleep, the crown of his head resting in the nook between oscar's jaw and his shoulder, and a protective impulse hits oscar like a freight train. he tilts his head just so, pressing his lips to lando's forehead gently enough so that he doesn't wake, instead sighing delicately in oscar's arms and shifting impossibly closer.

oscar lays his head on top of lando's and passes out within minutes, the comforting weight of lando's body on his lulling him into the deepest sleep he's gotten in weeks.

iii: on the cheek.

the next kiss occurs inside the MTC, and this time, it's lando's lips on oscar's skin.

immediately after being released from the team debrief meeting that stretches on, in lando's entirely correct opinion, for an unnecessarily long amount of time, he all but throws himself into oscar's arms, and oscar gladly accepts, wrapping his own arms around lando's waist and burying his face into the soft fabric of lando's hoodie. thankfully, lando had quickly caught on to the fact that reciprocating oscar's physical touch is not only acceptable but also welcomed and encouraged, so he'd begun initiating hugs and slotting himself underneath oscar's arm more frequently in the past weeks.

"hello to you, too," oscar murmurs into lando's hoodie, taking comfort in the feeling of lando's arms around his body.

"'m so happy you're okay," lando mumbles, his face tucked into the crook of oscar's neck between his jaw and his shoulder. "you... you are okay, right?" he pulls back briefly, looking up at oscar with concerned eyes that search oscar's own, scanning for any signs of discomfort or pain but finding none.

"i'm okay. are you?" lando's eyes slip shut with a nod, the most delicate of smiles tugging at his lips.

"yeah, i'm good."

"good." lando pulls back, much to oscar's disappointment, the stale, conditioned air of the conference room replacing the comforting warmth of lando's body almost immediately. sensing that the hug is now over, oscar lets his hands drop, settling awkwardly at his sides.

fuck it, oscar thinks. "you wanna get dinner?"

lando sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. "i don't know, mate, i'm pretty beat. breakfast tomorrow?"

had lando not been focused on noticing how scuffed his trainers are, he would've seen the way oscar's lips fell into his signature pout. instead, he hears a quiet "oh, okay," before looking back up and smiling faintly. "i'll text you?"

oscar sounds like a kicked puppy.

"oh, come here, you muppet." lando's left arm wraps around oscar's shoulders and his right hand holds oscar's chin, his lips on oscar's cheek, and... yeah. that's exactly what oscar needed. "where do you wanna get dinner?"

iv: on the neck.

it's early february, and they're finally back in woking to film some teaser content before pre-season tests in bahrain.

"mm, i missed you," lando says, tilting his head back as oscar mouths at his neck, and oscar hums in response. of course, oscar takes that opportunity to graze his teeth across the delicate skin of lando's neck, which, in turn, makes lando whine.

when oscar pulls back to catch his breath, his mouth goes dry, a stark contrast to the spit-shiny side of lando's neck. the fact that the buttons of his team kit polo are all completely undone and the collar is shoved to the side only adds to it, but his disheveled curls and flushed face really tie it all together with a pretty bow made of the finest ribbon oscar could ever imagine. "fuck, you look beautiful."

"osc," lando whines, and the look in his eyes can only be described as downright pathetic. his eyes are glassy, his lips parted and red from how furiously oscar had kissed them just minutes before, and his chest heaves with the panting breaths he's taking. it's only then that oscar notices- lando's hard.

+i: on the lips.

oscar hasn't really fully processed it yet. lando just got his maiden formula 1 win. he heard it on the radio, the replay of lando's overwhelmed cheers, screaming to his engineer that they did it, they finally did it.

it's only when his lips find lando's long after the podium ceremony, the lingering taste of champagne, sweat, and tears filtering itself onto his tongue, that he realizes just how real it is, and he can't even find it in himself to be mad that he wasn't in the points. "'m so proud of you," oscar says between kisses. "so fucking proud of you." the soft duvet of the hotel room bed wrinkle as lando squirms in an attempt to release some of the pent-up energy from all the adrenaline coursing through his body.

"fuck, osc..." lando's brain short circuits when he feels oscar's hands reach underneath his shirt, calloused fingertips on sensitive skin. "thank you." lando keeps smiling stupidly into the kisses oscar's pressing to his lips, hands scrabbling to grasp at whatever they can. oscar feels like every single sense in his body is heightened, and he's noticing every single detail about every single kiss he feels. the scent of champagne and sweat and lando's skin, the taste of something so distinctly lando that oscar doesn't think he'll ever be able to describe in words, and, above all, the feeling of lando's skin on his. desperate hands grabbing everywhere on oscar's body they can reach, the toned muscle of his abdomen beneath oscar's palms, lando's legs tight around his waist, bringing oscar impossibly closer to the tender skin on the inside of his thighs-

fuck.

he's hard.

"oscar," lando whines, pulling away ever so slightly to catch his breath. "fuck me."

what?

what the fuck?

oscar swears he's hearing things. the roar of engines, wheel guns, and fans' screams have finally gotten to him and he's suffering from either hallucinations or straight up hearing loss.

"what?"

"fuck me, please. there's lube and condoms in the bottom of my suitcase." and... fuck. stronger men have been defeated by less, so there's no way in hell oscar will be able to resist that, especially with how desperate lando sounds.

"where you hoping this would happen?" oscar stands, immediately mourning the loss of lando's body heat, but hastily rummages through the suitcase placed at the foot of the bed, easily locating the bottle of lube and a condom from the bottom of lando's suitcase, exactly where he said they'd be. he doesn't miss the way lando's cheeks flush even more as he nods, hands desperately fumbling to get his shirt off, just to have something to do with them. oscar grins and clicks his tongue, dropping the lube and condom next to lando's hip. "let's get these jeans off, yeah?"

"please." lando's hands fly to his pants, popping the button open and shoving the fly down before shimmying his legs out of the denim. a shuddering sigh pushes past his lips at the release of pressure, and oscar shoves his own jeans down, kicking his and lando's pants off of the bed. there's a faint dark spot on the front of lando's boxers, his erection tenting the fabric, and oscar's sure he looks no different.

"are you sure about this?" there's a nagging in the back of oscar's mind, telling him it's all the adrenaline from lando's maiden win, that this isn't actually what lando wants, that he's going to regret it in the morning... the tone of oscar's voice brings lando out of his haze, clarity returning to the race winner's eyes alongside something else that oscar can't currently pinpoint at the moment.

"do you want to do this?" that's what it is. concern. lando's voice is clear, lacking any of the previous whiny twinge it'd held just moments prior, and his hands come up to gently hold the side of oscar's neck, his fingertips brushing the short bits of oscar's hair. "if you don't want to do this, we can go out and get drunk and forget this ever happened." his eyes search oscar's, his multicolored irises inspecting for any sign of discomfort, hesitation, or uneasiness.

leaving is the last thing oscar wants to do. he knows that much.

with a deep, steadying breath and a shift of his hips- oh, fuck, that was a mistake, because now his clothed dick is laying in the juncture of lando's hip and thigh, and, instead of the thought-out words he was going to say, the only thing that spills past his lips is a moan and a breathy "stay" on the tail end of it. the muscles in his arms give out and he collapses on top of lando, his face tucked into the crook of lando's neck, and when he inhales, lando's fingers already raking soothing rows along his scalp, he smells champagne, sweat, and lando's body wash.

"stay."

"okay, osc. i can do that."

oscar isn't sure how long they lay there, lando's left hand resting in the small of oscar's back and his right rubbing soothing lines into oscar's scalp, but by the time his heart rate slows and his brain stops running a mile a minute, the desperation and speed that he was ready to fuck lando with has sunk out of his body. there's only one problem- well, rather, two problems, but one stems from the other. one: oscar and lando are both still hard. two: neither of them have the energy required for prep, sex, and aftercare.

lando is able to solve both of those problems, though.

"osc?"

"hm?"

"do you want me to get you off?" oscar's face flushes, a whine falling from his lips in embarrassment, but he nods into lando's neck. "yeah?" oscar nods again. "okay, baby. i'm gonna need you to get these off for me, though." he thumbs at the elastic waistband of oscar's boxers, and oscar is barely able to muster enough strength to push himself up and off of lando's chest to pull his boxers off and toss them aside before falling back onto lando. "can you roll over for me, baby?" okay, scratch that. now he summons the last of his strength to roll off of lando, wincing slightly when the long-forgotten bottle of lube and condom dig into his ribs.

"hey." lando's voice has a tenderness to it that oscar's never heard before, used to the constant energy and bubbly laughs, and it makes something stir deep in oscar's chest. before he can prod into it and try to figure out what it might be, though, lando's rolling over and slotting his left leg between oscar's, leaning down, and kissing oscar with a certain softness that leaves every point of contact with lando's body fizzling with electricity. it's a unique and beautifully intimate moment, chests pressed together and bodies touching everywhere they possibly can as hands grasp for places to hold the other closer.

oscar moans into the kiss, high and pathetic, when lando takes both of their cocks into his hand, and even dry, he thinks he could cum just like that.

"oh, fuck, lando-" oscar's eyes are screwed shut, panting as lando continues licking into his mouth, running his tongue along oscar's lips before dipping down to oscar's neck, mimicking the same actions there. lando can't form a verbal response, so he simply hums relishing in the taste of oscar's skin. the aussie doesn't want to admit just how keyed up he is, doesn't want to admit the fact that, with a little bit of lube and a little bit of movement, he'd be cumming onto lando's hand.

thankfully, though, lando seems to be in the same boat, and he makes that very well known with a perfectly timed gentle thrust of his hips forward and a slight loosening of his hand, and the sound that it pulls from oscar's throat can only be described as unholy. "osc..."

"like this, lando, please."

"fuck, me too." oscar jumps slightly when the cold lube hits his cock, but with the slide it adds and the grip around lando's big hand has around them both and the fact that he's completely caged in and every single sense is flooded with lando, lando, lando, the temperature difference is rapidly forgotten in favor of white-hot pleasure. he can't stop himself- his hips are canting up into lando's hand, and it just feels so, so good. oscar's ears aren't processing the difference between his moans and lando's, so all he knows is that there's sounds of sex filling the hotel room, the wet slide of his cock along lando's, and it's so much at once.

when lando's hips start moving, too, fucking into his own fist, oscar throws his head back into the fluffy pillow and groans so loud that he gets a flickering sense of sympathy for whatever neighbors may share a wall with this hotel room, but it's immediately wiped from his brain as lando's lips meet his once more.

oscar isn't sure how much time passes, his lips and tongue gliding along lando's and their hips fucking into lando's hand, but his ears finally process that lando's moaning his name, desperately mouthing at his neck. "oscar, aah, fuck, i'm gonna cum, please, 'm gonna cum-" and, well. oscar didn't think he had a thing for begging, much less a thing for his teammate begging, yet here he is.

"yeah. yeah, go for it. cum for me, baby." before oscar finishes talking, his words breathy and faint, lando's cumming with a cry, his hips shuddering as his cum paints his hand and oscar's cock and stomach in a pearly white. oscar looks down, and the sight he's met with is absolutely filthy. past the mop of lando's curly hair and sweat-shiny skin, he sees the way lando's muscles tense with every thrust and the way his dick is painted white with cum and lube.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, osc, love you, love you so much." and that's what sends him over the edge, muscles in his torso tensing as he grasps desperately at lando's shoulders.

"aah, lan- love you. love you."

[the-mediaeval-courts]

Oscar has come to stay over at home for a while! Once he arrives; he walks over to Vivienne's room; giving a soft knock on the door.

“Vivi?I am home.”

— @happy--prince

"Papa!?!!!! Come in!!!"

She puts down her paintbrush and runs over to the door as fast as she could! Then she opens the door for him with a huge gummy smile plastered on her face!

"Papa!!!!"

[foxydivaxx]

One Piece Actor AU

- Luffy always gets nominated for Best Actor every award show whilst Zoro gets Best Supporting Actor noms. There were a few times Sanji gets the Best Supporting Actor honour instead

- Nami is nominated for Best Actress and Robin is always Best Supporting Actress. Vivi got Best Supporting Actress nom once

- Zoro and Sanji are always the best dressed couple every single award show

- Zoro has the most awards to his credit thanks to starting off as a child actor followed by Sanji thanks to his music career

- Nami got pregnant around season 4. Everyone was protective of her

- Robin and Franky are a couple in real life just like their characters

- Usopp and Kaya married in real life

- Chopper always goes to the others for advice

- Sanji is responsible for all the group get together a

- One Piece has won Best TV Show the most of any show. The only shows that rival it are Code Geass, Death Note, Naruto, Bleach, Attack on Titan and Jujutsu Kaisen

- Zoro finally got a lifetime achievement award at the Animex Awards (in-universe version of Oscars). He was 25 years old at the time and he and Sanji had already gotten married. Sanji ironically was the one that gives him the award

- Sanji would get his a year later and Zoro would return the favour. Luffy gets his after Sanji and the Strawhats all give him his award

- Everyone has a group chat where they all share their outfits for every single event or award show they go to

- Buggy is the director for One Piece and almost always wins Best Director every year

[giurochedadomani]

Again, family au.

Perhaps rather than having a literal translation of the strawhats first meet ups in the story, perhaps it'd be more fun if they meet up in the context of a school play? Like, picture Zoro being a sort of edgy, solitary troy bolton getting dragged to Luffy's play whether he likes it or not. Or Luffy convincing stage designer Ussop to go onstage (and Ussop behaving as if he's the main character and obviously is going to receive an Oscar nomination). The whole scene with Luffy going all 👀 to Zoro showing up all dressed up while he's like ah yes nami friend you look okay

Also, the theatre class is full of weirdos who don't take very kindly the strawhats' invasion and Mihawk and Shanks have a bit of trouble keeping up with them bc it looks as if they? Use codenames? With numbers and holidays' names? Then there's Robin, a mysterious last year student who's considered the theatre teacher's pet. And Vivi, daughter of the principal..........

Do I talk about how Sanji's family doesn't show up? About what his father thinks about his 'soft' hobbies? Sometimes he wishes Zeff was his real dad and he could just invite him to those things because he's feeling So Out Of Place between Zolu and Mishanks and Nami and Nojiko and Genzo.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

hiii could you make a post sharing some moments where fk looks sus (platonic in love)

Hello, I see we are clearly still in our delulu land 🫣

I’ll start by saying, all of FK moment off-screen seems “sus” to me. If you have yet to see/read @firstkanaphans fabulous recap of FK shenanigans during GMMTV Safe House season 4, I highly recommend you doing so - cause pretty much it’s just these 2 soulmates orbiting in their own world while we have 10? other boys around them. But if I have to pick one moment from that season, it’s this 👇🏽

You could feel the palpable fondness Khao has for his bestie through that gaze alone (and this is through poorly pixelated YT resolution)

And that brings me to my favourite Thai-entertainment photographer(s) for our boys: MayaTV. I think the interviews/photographers are closet SomSoms y’all. Cause they seems to have the knack of taking photos of Khao just staring unabashedly at First or bring out the most unhinged comments from those boys (cause the iconic 70:30 split for their income? Came from MayaTV interview during Our Skyy2 promo)👇🏽 - so again, if you have not watch the interview, please do!

My other favourite moment - First’s graduation during the height of COVID pandemic. First was super upset when Khao initially said he couldn’t make it (to the point he complained to Ciize who was just trying to congratulate him, surrounded by his fans 🙂‍↕️), and when he did turn up, well - I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves…that possessive grip around Khao’s waist? First smelling Khao’s hair ?(it looked like it anyway!)

If we are talking about photoshoots moment, then it has to be the one they did with PondPhuwin for a Vivi magazine (just First back hugging his bestie with Khao initially surprised cause he looked back and bit his lips before smiling gently and fondly)

For favourite “sus” moment during their many events, it had to be when they went for the Oscar party (they looked like newly weds 🙃) - and what’s with Khao caressing First’s cheek??

I can go on and on….but I’ll finish it by their iconic photobook moment where Khao said “It’s just you and me against the world” cause that was just peak FK soulmatism for me 👌

Special mention to the interview by EFMFandomLive (12/10/2023) - I will pay to be at the moment when the 2 boys were walking and singing along to their songs (this is in relation to First stating he is not confident about the part of him singing and so Khao just started playing the music on his phone and sang along with him while walking towards the restaurant they were going together!) - I’m imagining it somehow like what we have seen in SandRay during the finale episode while they were just vibing to music 🎶 together and dancing in the car park

[sparviero44]

Donald Sutherland

Addio a Donald Sutherland, l'amato attore Oscar onorario che ha recitato in decine di film da Quella sporca dozzina a MASH alla saga Hunger Games è morto a Miami. Aveva 88 anni. Lo annuncia il figlio Kiefer sui social.

"Con il cuore pesante, vi dico che mio padre, Donald Sutherland,è morto. Personalmente lo ritengo uno degli attori più importanti della storia del cinema. Mai scoraggiato da un ruolo, buono, cattivo o brutto. Amava ciò che faceva e faceva ciò che amava, e non si può mai chiedere di più. Una vita ben vissuta".

Nato nel 1935 da una famiglia di origini scozzesi a Saint John, una cittadina canadese nella provincia del Nuovo Brunswick, ma cresciuto ad Halifax, Donald Sutherland nella sua lunga carriera di attore ha preso parte a più di 180 film e ha vinto l'Oscar nel 2017.Il debutto nel cinema è avvenuto in un film italiano, Il castello dei morti vivi, del 1964 e diretto da Luciano Ricci e Lorenzo Sabatini.Nel 1968 appare nella nota pellicola 'Quella sporca dozzina' di Robert Aldrich ma il successo vero e proprio avviene nel 1970 con il film M.A.S.H. di Robert Altman dove interpreta il Capitano Benjamin Franklin ambientata in un ospedale da campo Usa durante la guerra in Corea.Indimenticabile la sua partecipazione, nel 1976, all'opera di Bernardo Bertolucci, Novecento accanto a Robert De Niro e Gerard Depardieu. Federico Fellini, nello stesso anno, lo vuole per interpretare Giacomo Casanova ne Il Casanova, girato completamente nel teatro 5 di Cinecittà.

Tra le altre interpretazioni si ricordano i film Animal House del 1978 di John Landis, Terrore dallo spazio profondo di Philip Kaufman, La Cruna dell'ago del 1981 di Richard Marquand. E ancora Fuoco assassino del 1991 diretto da Ron Howard e, dello stesso anno, JFK di Oliver Stone.Altre interpretazioni per Virus letale (Outbreak) di Wolfgang Petersen, Virus di John Bruno.Con Anthony Hopkins interpreta Instinct- istinti primordiale. Diretto da Clint Eastwood in Space cowboys. In The Italian job del 2003 per il remake di Un colpo all'italiana del '69. Poi ancora ritorno a Cold Mountain, Lord of war, orgoglio e pregiudizio, An American haunting. Nel 2007 e' stato il protagonista della serie tv Dirty sexy money. Infine nel 2017 il film drammatico Elia & John, the leisure seeker di Paolo Virzi'.Si e' sposato tre volte e due dei suoi figli, Rossif e Kiefer, avuti con Shirley Douglas, hanno intrapreso la carriera di attore.

Goodbye to Donald Sutherland, the beloved Oscar honorary actor who starred in dozens of films from The Dirty Dozen to MASH to the Hunger Games saga has died in Miami. He was 88 years old. His son Kiefer announced it on social media.

"With a heavy heart, I tell you that my father, Donald Sutherland, has passed away. I personally consider him one of the most important actors in the history of cinema. Never discouraged by a role, good, bad or ugly. He loved what he did and did what that he loved, and you could never ask for more.

Born in 1935 to a family of Scottish origins in Saint John, a Canadian town in the province of New Brunswick, but raised in Halifax, Donald Sutherland in his long acting career took part in more than 180 films and won the Oscar in 2017. His debut in cinema took place in an Italian film, The Castle of the Living Dead, from 1964 and directed by Luciano Ricci and Lorenzo Sabatini. In 1968 he appeared in the well-known film 'That Dirty Dozen' by Robert Aldrich but the real success takes place in 1970 with the film M.A.S.H. by Robert Altman where he plays Captain Benjamin Franklin set in a US field hospital during the war in Korea. His participation, in 1976, in Bernardo Bertolucci's work, Novecento alongside Robert De Niro and Gerard Depardieu, was unforgettable. In the same year, Federico Fellini wanted him to play Giacomo Casanova in Il Casanova, shot entirely in theater 5 of Cinecittà.

Other performances include the 1978 films Animal House by John Landis, Terror from Outer Space by Philip Kaufman, and The Eye of the Needle by Richard Marquand in 1981. And again Killer Fire from 1991 directed by Ron Howard and, from the same year, JFK by Oliver Stone. Other interpretations for Lethal Virus (Outbreak) by Wolfgang Petersen, Virus by John Bruno. With Anthony Hopkins he plays Instinct - primordial instincts. Directed by Clint Eastwood in Space cowboys. In The Italian job of 2003 for the remake of Un coup all'italiana of '69. Then again I return to Cold Mountain, Lord of war, pride and prejudice, An American haunting. In 2007 he was the protagonist of the TV series Dirty sexy money. Finally in 2017 the drama film Elia & John, the leisure seeker by Paolo Virzi '. He has married three times and two of his children, Rossif and Kiefer, with Shirley Douglas, have undertaken an acting career.

[aquedadoanjo]

Capítulo 4. Cinza

Quarta-feira cinza e seu carro prata estacionado na praça em frente de casa, Madrugada a dentro em conversas infinitas que nunca levam a nada, Você disse que eu podia me abrir e prometeu jamais me ferir, Eu te contei dos meus medos e traumas sobre o amor,

Te avisei para não tentar, da confusão que habita em mim, Mas você falou que não temia minha dor, Que beijaria cada cicatriz, Se eu soubesse que chegaríamos aqui, jamais iria confiar, Mapeou minhas vulnerabilidades para saber onde machucar, Seu abraço era meu refúgio para fugir das coisas que sempre li sobre mim, Crescer com essa exposição foi uma questão de sobreviver, É mais fácil apedrejar sem saber o caminho de alguém, sem um lar pra voltar, você era meu lar, dói aceitar que alguém pode respirar com a consciência de ser tão ruim, Eu jamais conseguiria ser assim, só consigo me culpar por acreditar, Nunca escondi o pior de mim, mas você continuou mesmo assim,

Mesmo quando seu teatro começou a cair, eu permaneci, Naquele carnaval eu te disse que você não precisava mentir, Que não trocaria teu calor por nada que exista nessa cidade, Todos que você dorme, depois vem me contar o que você fala sobre mim, Eu arriscaria tudo que construí por ti, mas você jamais arriscaria me assumir, Por que você ainda está aqui? Por que você mudou pra minha rua? Por que me perseguir? Usar um sentimento de verdade por vaidade.

Eu fugi daquele manicômio quando me proibiram de te amar, De todos abusos que sofri o pior é saber que vivo sempre na mira, e se eu me abrir, vão atirar, ainda dói, vai doer, Ninguém vai me perdoar, me esperam errar,  Se você nunca acreditou, porque brincou de amar?

Eu fui contra todos pra te perdoar, pra você ficar, Porque no fundo eu sempre quis acreditar na sua ilusão, Fiquei sozinho e aqueles que chamei de amigo sussurram que enlouqueci, Não consigo mais sorrir, mas eles riem de mim, dizem que eu caí ou sou o vilão, Mas como eles se sentiriam se vivessem o que eu vivi? 

Eu queria escrever sobre ser feliz, mas eu não consigo mais mentir, não importa minha reputação, Deus sabe o quanto eu pedi, esconder essa depressão com fantasia sempre me sufocou, Você chorou enquanto a água do chuveiro caia sobre mim,

Disse que em outra vida talvez as coisas não tenham sido assim, Você sempre ganha no xadrez e todos acreditam no que você diz, Alimentando rumores sobre mim, que nossa relação foi só uma ficção, Eles sabem que todas às vezes que você me traiu e mentiu, como um tolo te defendi,| Te amar foi uma guerra eterna entre a razão e o coração, e no fim eu perdi, | Você ressurge das cinzas toda vez que consigo fugir,  Vemos nossas fotos escondidas dos últimos dez anos, deitados por horas na sua cama,

Algo em mim me faz pensar que talvez essa quarta-feira não seja tão cinza assim, E se dessa vez você mudou? Eu sempre passo por cima de mim cada vez que você me manipulou, Mas você sempre negou nosso amor para ir em busca de fama, Iludindo garotas e dormindo com garotos enquanto pensa em mim.

Você devia ganhar o oscar de melhor ator, mas a vida real não é uma encenação. Perco a razão mais uma vez quando eu sinto teu cheiro no moletom, fecho os olhos e por alguns segundos esqueço toda dor que você me causou, você me mostrou que não há limite para ser ruim, mesmo assim eu só queria você aqui, Eu sei que a culpa é minha, eu quis me enganar, mas talvez isso seja amar, ser capaz de perdoar e ver além dos teus erros, na esperança de você ficar e de tudo que possamos ser e construir, ou talvez eu esteja romantizando essa síndrome de Estocolmo, a realidade dói a ponto de não poder mais fantasiar, porque  o carnaval sempre vai passar, você vai estacionar seu carro em cada casa que eu morar, você pode até voltar e me ligar arrependido, a quarta-feira de cinzas vai chegar, Mas a única certeza que eu tenho é que você nunca vai ficar.

Você sempre criticou tanto meu mundo ser colorido e agora só restou a dor, teu cheiro no moletom cinza e essa poesia sobre não saber lidar com um amor reprimido.

por Erick Mafra

Trecho do livro ‘’A Queda do Anjo’’ 2024

[vivwritesfics]

Wdym theres ln4 girlies vs op81 girlies? Don't the girlies (gn) know that these boys are literally in love?

[mcktub]

   putting  up  christmas decoration   at  vivi's  apartment  with   oscar  maizière   …   @rcdamancy

    𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒔 were  carefully  placed  over  the  kitchen  isle  ,  next  to  the  tray  of  cooling  down  kouign  -  amanns  while  she  saw  her  brother  struggling  with  the  ribbon  meant  to  be  decorating  the  tree  .  it  wasn't  anything  new  to  her  :  if  she  wanted  something  from  oscar  ,  she  had  to  feed  him  for  it  .  “  nonours  ,  you can  fail  at  that later  .  a  few  more  minutes  and  this'll  get  too  thick  to  drink  without  a  spoon  .  ”  and  while  she  saw  no  issues  with  that  as  most  shops  in  france  do  serve  those  with  spoons  ,  the  entire  purpose  of  the  drink  is  defeated  if  the  hot  chocolate  isn't  in  fact  hot  .  “  and  you  need  to  rinse  your  face  as  well  ,  clay  masks  are  not  supposed  to  dry  on  your  face  ,  you'll  get  the  opposite  result  if  they  do  .  ”  it  was  also  common  that  she'd  force  him  to  do  skincare  when  the  youngest  visited  which  ,  given  how  much  he  disliked  cooking  ,  was  damn  near  every  night  since his return .

[ragazzoarcano]

“Vivi la vita senza scuse, viaggia senza rimpianti.”

— Oscar Wilde

[tia-amorosa]

🌴Lucky Palms🌴

Friends (Last part for now)

Clark took his car, which he had left at Marisol's just a few days ago. And like many other people, he too had a preference for older models and so he fulfilled a dream a long time ago. Even if it was quite expensive, especially the restoration of the '68 Chevrolet Camaro SS Convertible. But money doesn't stink, as the saying goes.

When Clark arrived at Oscar's, he was a little surprised and also shocked. "Tell me… Is there any reason for your child to be lying on the floor?"/ "I didn't want to take him out into the blazing sun, I just wanted to get something from the car". Clark stood open-mouthed in front of his friend. "Then you could have just put him in bed. Oh man, I think you're a bit overwhelmed, huh? Where's Vivienne?"/ "Working"

Clark went to the little one and picked him up. "Really, she's going back to work so soon after giving birth? I thought she was taking time to enjoy being a mother first"/ "no, she's probably urgently needed at the institute and I have to get to grips with my role as a father first"/ "I have to do that too, okay? But I'm not just going to leave my child on the floor". Oscar was terribly uncomfortable with the whole situation and he was ashamed of it. "sorry, I…"…

Clark went to Oscar and gave his son back into his arms. "Here, believe me, it's not that hard, okay?". Oscar held his son and looked at him. The little boy seemed happy and alert. "h-hh, I'm sorry, I'm a bad father"/ "Ow man, calm down now, nothing else has happened and I won't tell anyone, okay?"/ "O.k…. Thanks, I'll… I'll bring him inside".

Oscar put his son to bed. And Clark was almost a little overwhelmed because he hardly recognized his old room. "Rainbow colors, really?"/ "I know, it would be too colorful for me too, but Vivi thought it would be good for his eyes to get used to the colorful world out there…"/ "If I were a baby, I'd close my eyes, these colors would drive me crazy"

Clark looked at the rainbow on the wall for a moment and grinned inwardly. He thought back to the conversation with Marisol when he said that it was okay if his son was gay. "Hey, where are your thoughts right now?"/ "Sorry, somewhere else. How did you both come up with the name Trenton anyway?".

"aah, that wasn't really my idea. Vivienne thought he absolutely had to have the name she'd read about in a book. "/"Does she decide everything about the little one?"/"huh? No, of course not. I find the name interesting, and the guy in her book had quite a charisma. She thinks our son is a bit like him." Clark shook his head with a smile. "o.k….I almost wanted to call ours Jimmy".

"Jimmy? Because of Hendrix?"/ "hehe, exactly. Well, that was the first thing that came to my mind, but I didn't have time to suggest the name to her. I was just too perplexed when I saw him there for the first time."/ "Yeah well, but Enrico is great too…"/ "Rico, I'll always call him Rico . and Enrico when he's get cheeky, haha".

Oscar realized how happy his best friend was. "Hehe… You're going to be a great dad, Clark"/ "hey, you too, huh? Just spend a bit more time with him, then something like before won't happen again." After these words, Oscar looked at his son again. "I do, but babies sleep a lot"/ "then use the time when he's awake, okay. You wouldn't believe how much the little ones are already aware of. And if you have any problems or questions…".

"… Then you can always ask me or Marisol for help"/ "You're probably already the baby pros, hehe"/ "Well, maybe not pros, but not amateurs either, the baby course has really proved its worth. She just sent me a picture… oh man, the little one is amazing."/ "well, it can happen that quickly. Thank you. especially for your support".

The two of them left the children's room and continued talking in the living room. "How are your therapies going?"/"Oh, quite well. It's just weird talking to nine other people in a circle. But we all have the same problem, triggered by other problems…"/ "And are the anonymous alcoholics really that anonymous?" / "hehe. Well, not quite. After a therapy session, some of them still meet up together somewhere".

"hopefully not to drink, hehe"/ "sure, water, coffee, tea… mostly in the park. but I always go home afterwards, I don't want to miss anything here"/ "very good. Just keep at it, okay? I just wanted to stop by for a moment."/ "Do you have to go home again?"/ "No, to the jeweler"/ "Do you need new earrings?"…

"Rings yes, but not for my ears". Oscar looked at him questioningly for a moment. But then something dawned on him. "What, you want… really?"/ "Well, not today and not tomorrow, but I at least want to have them in my pocket.". Oscar nodded in agreement and smiled "Yeah, it would be a bit early to ask her now…"/ "Exactly. But please don't tell anyone, okay?"/ "No, don't worry".

Clark left again. He was sure that Oscar was back on the right track. When his little son called out loudly from the room, he apologized and wanted to take care of him straight away. So they said goodbye and planned to meet again soon. A lot has changed for Clark in the last few months. He has grown up a bit more. And he knows what is even more important in life than just music. He doesn't want to give up his passion, but he does want to cut back a little. For now, he is concentrating on his little family.

We are now leaving Lucky Palms for an indefinite period of time. If anyone would like me to stop by again, please let me know. But I also have to manage and organize my time well. So be patient with me. For now, I'll continue with Sunset Died for a while.

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@cozygirlsimmer 💕💓

[occhietti]

Quanta vita trascorsa ad inseguire "la cosa giusta", a cercare di incastrare tutto, a incasellare e mortificare le proprie istanze in nome di un forma, di un ruolo, di quello che gli altri si aspettano.

Il partner, i genitori, gli amici, la società.

Pezzi di vita e di noi, schiacciati ed annichiliti in nome di un' ostinata coerenza. La forma, più che la sostanza.

Quanti sensi di colpa inutili, quante emozioni represse, quanti gesti dimenticati nell'oceano dei "se avessi..?".

Se c'è un inferno è questo: diventare estranei a se stessi. Per poi accorgersi che il "Grande Giudice" non arriva.

Non esiste, se non dentro di noi.

Non c'è alcun podio, alcuna medaglia, alcun riconoscimento o stretta di mano.

Quel che esiste è invece la fine del tuo tempo, i tuoi ultimi respiri.

Se può esistere un "mai più", è proprio questo. Gli ultimi istanti, e quei conti da fare con se stessi: come ho vissuto la mia vita? L'insanabile tormento del "vorrei averlo fatto". E il desiderio di voler dar tutto per poter tornare indietro e seguire nuovi percorsi. Ma è un pensiero che si scioglie nel tempo, nel silenzio dell'ultimo respiro.

Ma oggi tu sei. Esisti e respiri.

E allora, c@zzo.

Falla quella telefonata.

Alimenta quel talento.

Abbraccia quella persona.

Dillo quel "ti amo" soffocato tra i silenzi del cuore.

Perdona.

Accarezza il viso dei tuoi genitori. Ringraziali, hanno fatto quel che hanno potuto. Vivi, in tutte le sfumature del tuo Essere. Non sei sbagliato, sei vivo.

La clessidra è lì accanto.

La sabbia scorre inesorabilmente e non ci è dato sapere per quanto ancora.

Guardala, accarezzala. Il tempo non ti sia nemico, ma motore dei tuoi giorni.

Chiudi gli occhi e respira.

Esisti. Ora riaprili... e vivi il tuo momento.

- Oscar Travino