#( c: Amos )

[carolinasof1a]

tori amos on her wedding day (1998)

[allabbottme]

The previous evening had been a late one for Anthony, his radio slot on the Wizarding Network was pushed back almost midnight. When tired, it was common for Anthony to crave a sweet treat for a little boost. His favourite had always been peppermint toads, his eyes scanned the shelves to no avail. Apparently, they seemed to be everyone's favourites. Back to the drawing board, Anthony glanced at a nearby discounted area. A few sugar quills would do the trick.

Barely able to get his hand over the bowl, Anthony heard a voice claim 'dibs,' and the bowl was out of his grasp in a flash. Blinking, startled, Anthony expressed a laugh. "It's alright -" He smiled politely, "I'll save you a fight, they were my second choice anyway." Anthony acknowledged before grinning. "You're in for one wild sugar rush with those, mate.

WHO : amos diggory & anyone. WHERE : sugarplum's sweet shop, diagon alley. WHEN : late afternoon.

With Cedric momentarily distracted by a kid floating around after chewing on some Fizzing Whizzbees, Amos was taking his chances by loading his Sugarplum's basket full of treats. The kids on the Little League team he coached had reached the semi-finals today — and they were expecting a reward. While he wondered how much of this could be put down under 'equipment costs budget', Amos spotted the gold mine — a bowl full of discounted Sugar Quills. "Dibs!" He called, just as he grabbed the bowl right before the next person trying to reach for it, looking (and feeling) particularly childish. "Sorry, it's a Sugar Quill emergency — if you want any, you're going to have to fight me for them."

[sublecturas]

"Pocopán", de María Elena Walsh en la #LíneaC

[ludobxmxn]

"cause you've got bludgers kissing you left and right," ludo continues in jest, standing up and grabbing the paper with him as he makes his way over to amos. "are you asking me to the ball?" he asks with amusement as he throws the paper back across the table, sitting across from the gryffindor. "because if you're shy, you know, i'm quite nice and approachable. you don't have to throw paper at me." he continues on with a smirk, reaching over and grabbing more bread from the table and picking at it roughly. "unfortauntely, mate, it's gonna be no. not that you're not handsome," he shakes his head truthfully, "just, y'know. there's lots of fresh fish coming in next week, with the other school, and all. i don't want you cramping my style." @diggoryxamos

Okay so the paper aeroplane didn't end up where it needed to, but arguably this could be more interesting anyway. Amos loved banter, aside from flirting it was one of his favourite forms of communication. He laughed at Ludo's comment. "I don't hear people saying that on the quidditch pitch mate" he jested "maybe your big head just got in the way of it's path." He shrugged throwing the boy a cheeky grin. "Least you can do is send it back, there's top secret communication on there i'll have you know, real v.i.p stuff." Amos was lying, the actual message he had written was along of the lines of 'please help, i'm dying of boredom.' But honestly where was the fun in admitting that. This conversation was already helping with the boredom anyway.

@ludobxmxn

[scribledon]

So uh… this post I made 2 years ago has almost 100 notes and is still getting them which is pretty cool….. but it sucks so I redrew it. This time the characters are directly from the movie rather than a mix of the broadway revival and the movie. (I’m sorry Joel Grey I love you)

[derangedrhythms]

can't forget the things you never said

Tori Amos, Blood Roses

[thekat-alystreview]

Movie Review – Chicago (2002 Musical)

There are two types of people in this world: those who understand that Chicago is one of the greatest movie adaptations of a musical of all time, and those who have yet to experience the life-altering revelation that is watching Richard Gere tap dance his way through a courtroom. If you belong to the latter category, don’t worry—I’m here to guide you toward the light, whether you like it or not.

Now, full disclosure: This is not an objective review. I have loved this movie since I was a kid, and I will continue to love this movie until the day I shuffle off this mortal coil in a dramatic, jazz-hand-filled exit. However, I also have excellent taste, so bite me. That said, I’m not here to just throw roses at its feet—because while Chicago is a wildly entertaining, impeccably choreographed spectacle, it’s also a little ridiculous, a little messy, and very much a product of early-2000s filmmaking. And that’s part of what makes it great.

This film is what happens when you take a crime drama, inject it with jazz, wrap it in fishnet stockings, and set it loose on a stage where justice isn’t real but show business is. It’s loud, it’s flashy, and it’s about as subtle as a vaudeville performer holding you at gunpoint—but in a fun way. And honestly? That’s exactly how it should be.

The Good: Murder, Media Manipulation, and a Metric Ton of Sequins

One of Chicago’s biggest strengths is that it understands its own absurdity. It takes a story about two women who literally killed people and asks, But what if murder was less of a crime and more of a career move? The entire film is structured like a stage performance—songs transition seamlessly into reality, numbers are presented like vaudeville acts, and every moment feels just exaggerated enough to sell the satire without slipping into full-on parody.

And speaking of people getting played for laughs, let’s talk about Amos Hart—Roxie’s sweet, dim-witted husband who gets absolutely steamrolled by the narrative. He’s played by John C. Reilly, and listen, I don’t like a lot of the movies he’s in, but this one? This is one of the few where I genuinely enjoy him. His performance is heartbreaking in that very specific “sad clown” way—he’s the only sincere character in a world of manipulators, which makes him both the moral center and a walking punchline. And yeah, that’s the point, but I still feel bad about it. The man just wants to be loved, and the universe (and the script) essentially pat him on the head and say, That's cute. Now step aside while we celebrate the murderers.

The performances across the board are pretty damn solid. Renée Zellweger, an actress who I wouldn’t have necessarily picked for the role of Roxie, completely nails it with her blend of wide-eyed ambition and shameless narcissism. Catherine Zeta-Jones is exactly the kind of larger-than-life presence Velma Kelly needs to be. And Richard Gere, bless his heart, doesn’t have the strongest voice, but he sells Billy Flynn’s sleazeball charisma so well that it almost doesn’t matter. Almost. (The tap-dancing courtroom scene, though? Flawless. Peak cinema. I stand by that.)

Also, Queen Latifah as Mama Morton? Inspired casting. She only gets one major song, but she delivers it with the confidence of someone who knows she could extort money from you, and you’d thank her for the privilege.

The Bad: A Few Loose Stockings in the Costume Trunk

Now, despite my love for this movie, I have to admit—it is not perfect. For one, the CGI is... a choice. And not always a good one. There are a few shots that seem deliberately stylized (probably to mimic the look of a stage production), but instead of blending seamlessly into the film’s otherwise practical aesthetic, they stand out like a cheap, rhinestone-covered sore thumb.

Also, as much as the film leans into its theatrical nature, some of the editing choices can be a little too chaotic. The quick cuts and fast-paced cinematography, while exciting, sometimes feel like they’re compensating for the fact that not all of the actors are professional dancers. Which, okay, fair—but when I’m watching a musical, I want to see the dancing. Let the choreography breathe!

And while the media satire is still relevant today (if anything, more relevant), the actual plot is pretty thin. The film is so focused on style that sometimes the story itself takes a backseat, which is fine when you’re being dazzled by “All That Jazz,” but less fine when you realize Roxie’s entire arc is basically Girlbossing her way out of a murder charge.

Final Verdict: A Vaudevillian Fever Dream That Still Holds Up

At the end of the day, Chicago is not trying to be deep. It’s not a thought-provoking examination of the American justice system—it’s a big, bold, razzle-dazzle-filled spectacle, and that’s what makes it work. It’s campy, it’s messy, and it fully embraces the fact that sometimes, bad people get away with things just because they know how to put on a good show.

Would I change a few things? Sure. Would I still sit my friends down and force them to watch it if they hadn’t seen it? Absolutely. In fact I did that exact thing for the re-watch for this review. It’s a movie that knows exactly what it is: a cynical, show-stopping celebration of corruption, capitalism, and choreography. And frankly, that’s entertainment, baby.

Also full marks for Catherine Zeta-Jones kicking a chair across the stage with the precision of a woman who has seen God and was unimpressed.

[joxdrayton]

closed starter for @amosdeleon

location: wrightville beach

Ever since she could remember herself, Jo loved the beach. Especially on the long summer days when the heat anywhere else was unbearable but here, the cool breeze pulled the loose strands of her hair in a wild dance across her face and tickled the base of her neck. Tennis was something her father had insisted on when she was a kid; a sport he admired but she only attended lessons for a couple of years before quitting. Still, it held a dear place in her heart, especially after his death, so it was no wonder she decided to join the beach tennis tournament hosted by a dear friend of hers. "So, a little birdy has told me you're finally quitting the big game?" She leaned towards the man, keeping her voice down.

[carolinasof1a]

tori amos.

[hedlundholbrookhunnam]

[tcnebris]

@royal-descent

Their victory was swift and clean. Minimal casualties on their side, with little damage to the ship's hull aside for some cannonball cracks to be patched up. Amos, covered in sweat, gunpowder and – well, blood, laughed like a madman as the adrenaline of battle coursed through him still.

The pirates didn't know that the Belegnon ship was transporting, but judging by how they fought, it had to be valuable: their navy didn't surrender until it was over. One by one, the remaining enemy survivors were pulled from the water and made to kneel side by side on the deck as part of the crew hastily looted their ship before it sank. He and his buddies messed with them, spitting in their faces, pushing them to the ground and laughing as they stole their belongings.

Amos already had his burly hand wrapped around a gold necklace when he glanced at it's owner, smile quickly fading. He recognized the kneeling boy in front of him, and it was only a matter of time before the others did too. Looking around, his smile gave way to a more somber, intimidating expression."This one's mine." he shouted at the others. "Get up." Pulling the boy up by the gold chain, his large frame towered over him, the pirate stepped closer to Gareth, so close that he would surely be able to smell the alcohol on his breath and sweat that coated his bulging muscles.

"You're mine now, little prince. None of these men will lay a finger on you." With that, he smiled, though the look in his eyes remained just as sinister while he grabbed Gareth by the neck, guiding him downstairs and into his quarters.

[marcmorrigan]

artfight revenge on @waterloggedsoliloquy!!!

[sublecturas]

"La inteligencia de las flores", de Maurice Maeterlinck en la #LíneaC @interZona

[ruhixmarathe]

WITH: amos de leon // @amosdeleon LOCATION: amos's house

Though she had heard a few things about Amos when she moved in, Ruhi always did her best to not let the words of others influence her. After all, she was a strong believer in second and third impressions. His first had been quite personable in fact. Enough that she wondered why the few other neighbors she spoke with had been so lukewarm about the athlete. She received her answer in the form a few sleepless nights. She tried everything in her power to tolerate the blaring music and the constant traffic that filled their streets whenever Amos decided to turn his house into a club. Cotton balls, eye masks, white noise, noise cancelling headphones. Nothing seemed to work and she found herself at his doorstep, shuffling her feet as she waited for him to answer. She had nearly left a few times before pressing the doorbell to force herself to speak with him. Trying to find the most polite way to tell him that he really needed to keep it down for the sake of her own sanity, she figured that others surely had told him the same, right? If they were willing to complain to Ruhi, they must have been more willing than she was to actually confront him. “Good morning,” she greeted with a smile when the door opened, gauging if he was hungover or in a sour mood. “I brought banana bread.”

[scribblevoid]

Posting this 2 days after my bday but yeah

I'm 17 now and honestly nothing has change not a single bit

I still feel like when I was 14 or smthn but now I'm one year away from paying taxes

Anyway fuck Israel just bc

[lexcella]

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness

Gracias @heylelumus, me encantaaaa <3