#Angelo France

[creepynostalgy]

Dean Stockwell in Blue Velvet (1986)

[willthespy]

*points at my faves* and you are autistic… and you are autistic… and you… oh, yeah, definitely autistic

[istilldontlikemyusername]

Quotes from the fandoms I am in

"There's this idea that if you're not straight, you HAVE to tell all your friends and family immediately, like you owe it to them. But you don't. You don't have to do anything until you're ready" -Aled Last (Alice Oseman), Heartstopper

"I'm pretty good at multitasking, so I figured I could flee in terror and argue at the same time" -Magnus Chase (Rick Riordan), The Sword of Summer, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard/MCGA

"People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, they can't be fixed" -Hephaestus (Rick Riordan), The Battle of the Labyrinth, Percy Jackson and the Olympians/PJO

"With great power... comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later" -Nico Di Angelo (Rick Riordan), The Last Olympian, Percy Jackson and the Olympians/PJO

"Myths are simply stories about truths we've forgotten" -Randolph Chase (Rick Riordan), The Sword of Summer, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard/MCGA

"You probably think Aled Last and I are going to fall in love or something. Since he is a boy and I am a girl. I just wanted to say- We don't. That's all" -Frances Janvier (Alice Oseman), Radio Silence

"In an otherwise mediocre existence, we choose to feel passion." Fereshteh/Angel Rahimi (Alice Oseman), I Was Born For This

"The world is a beautiful place, and I'm glad we went around it together" Ben Doyle (Real Person), Season 2: We Raced To Circumnavigate the Globe in 100 Hours, Jet Lag: The Game

[filmjunky-99]

f r e a k s, 1932 🎬 dir. tod browning

'We accept her, one of us. We accept her, one of us. Gooble-gobble, gooble-gobble.'

[pamsimmerstories]

end of the funeral

previous || next

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[angelo]: let’s cheer malcolm’s life. he died young, but he did everything he wanted. he never gave up on anything he wanted. and like cassie said, he was the life of the party... he wouldn’t want us crying right now... he would want us to be partying and celebrating together...

[angelo]: to malcolm!

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[nate]: fuck! it doesn’t feel real. a few months ago you were all at my penthouse... and now... he’s gone... first was miguel, now malcolm.

[quincy]: i know... i’ll miss him. he was a good friend. i wonder who’s gonna be next

[angelo]: the fuck, quincy?! shut up, man

[quincy]: we’re all dying young... i’m worried

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[johnny]: i can’t believe he died before me, keaton. i’m the oldest... i... i can’t accept this.

[keaton]: i know, johnny. i know. but think that he might have found dad wherever he is... they’ll be watching us.

[roskirambles]

Bad Horror Movie of the day: The Wicker Man (2006)

Californian police officer Edward Malus has separated from his ex-fiancée some time ago, but when she brings news that her daughter has gone missing, he takes the case. Thus, he embarks in an investigation to this island famous for its honey, where the girl was last seen, and a suspicious neo-pagan cult lead by women governs the land. Near Seattle. Uh...

Aka, the stupid, illogical remake of the masterpiece that is the 1973 original. Cutting the folk music is probably the least of the problems here: the story gets convoluted, over the top and involves such radical leaps of logic the questionable attempt at tackling the subject gender roles pales to the sheer amount of idiocy packed in 102 minutes. Every and all changes to the original just make the story make less sense; a pagan island near England works quite well culturally speaking. Near Seattle... not so much. And trying to "punch up" the kidnapping fake out by making the girl related to the Police officer just adds pointless complexity.

But that's not what made this movie worth watching. Oh no. Whoever cast Nicolas Cage on the lead role was doing the world a service, just not for the reason they were thinking. He brings the ham, the cheese and the laughs. And the heat too. Seeing an incompetent police officer with no chill get into a fistfight with inn maids shouldn't be funny and yet here we are, which says a lot since that's far from the most absurd thing to happen in the film.

I could go on about the details as to how it fails to grasp the mechanics of horror and plain basic storytelling, how it's attempts at cleverness feel insultingly on the nose, or how it might have had a shot to frighten people with bee allergies if it wasn't for the fact those animals don't behave like a liquid. But let's just put it like this: when people remember the emotional peaks of your horror film with laughter instead of dread... you fucked up.

[matrivers]

✧ Blog Intro ✧

Hi i’m Mat (she/they), I post things about fandoms (Osemanverse (Solitaire>>>), Riordanverse (the world’s biggest Bianca Di Angelo fan), Watcher Entertainment, Jet Lag The Game (New Zealand Board Game is my fav season so far), Gravity Falls, Over The Garden Wall, Taylor Swift, Maisie Peters, and Theater) and sometimes i have original thoughts under #mat rambles. I make the occasional irl positivity post :) Follow my side blog @matrivers-quote-book

[gameofthunder66]

'Blue Velvet' (1986) film

-watched 2/3/2024- 3 stars- on Tubi (free)

[jiafeiproduct666]

Is it Just me or does he look iconic?

[alphynix]

Angelosaurus dolani was an early synapsid, part of the caseid family and closely related to the more well-known Cotylorhynchus.

Living in what is now Texas, USA during the mid-Permian, about 270 million years ago, it's only known from partial skeletal remains but was probably around 3m long (~10').

Like other large herbivorous caseids it would have had a tiny head with proportionally big nostrils, a short neck, a large barrel-shaped body accommodating a voluminous gut, a long tail, and strong sprawling limbs. But compared to its relatives Angelosaurus was particularly bulky, with shorter thicker heavily-muscled limbs and stubbier digits ending in broad hoof-like claws.

In closely related caseids the presence of teeth on the roof of the mouth and a well-developed hyoid apparatus suggests these animals had big tough tongues, which may have been used to mash mouthfuls of plant matter against the palatal teeth to partially break it up before swallowing.

Based on skin impressions from other early synapsids, Angelosaurus probably had crocodilian-like scutes on some parts of its body – likely on its underside and tail, and maybe also on the top of the head as indicated by the pitted bone texture of caseid skulls – but whether the rest of its skin was scaly or naked and glandular is currently unknown.

In recent years there have also been some proposals that large caseids may have had a semiaquatic hippo-like ecology, but this idea is controversial.

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References:

Olson, Everett C., and James R. Beerbower. "The San Angelo formation, Permian of Texas, and its vertebrates." The Journal of Geology 61.5 (1953): 389-423. https://doi.org/10.1086/626109

Reisz, Robert R., Diane Scott, and Sean P. Modesto. "Cranial anatomy of the caseid synapsid Cotylorhynchus romeri, a large terrestrial herbivore from the Lower Permian of Oklahoma, USA." Frontiers in Earth Science 10 (2022): 847560. https://doi.org/10.3389/feart.2022.847560

Romano, Marco, Neil Brocklehurst, and Jörg Fröbisch. "The postcranial skeleton of Ennatosaurus tecton (Synapsida, Caseidae)." Journal of Systematic Palaeontology 16.13 (2018): 1097-1122. https://doi.org/10.1080/14772019.2017.1367729

Werneburg, Ralf, et al. "A new caseid synapsid from the Permian (Guadalupian) of the Lodève basin (Occitanie, France)." Palaeovertebrata 45.2 (2022). http://dx.doi.org/10.18563/pv.45.2.e2

Wikipedia contributors. “Angelosaurus” Wikipedia, 30 Nov. 2024, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angelosaurus

Wikipedia contributors. “Caseidae” Wikipedia, 19 Dec. 2024, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caseidae

[willthespy]

the pain of having to watch people with the EXACT SAME INTERESTS not be mutuals/friends with you.

[breakfastbymoonlight]

A late birthday present for this cutie! Some Nico Di Angelo doodles I did while feeling nostalgic back in France? I forgot to bring my sketchbook so adobe fresco had to do...

[filmjunky-99]

f r e a k s, 1932 🎬 dir. tod browning 'The Wedding Banquet'

[moss-the-irishman]

Riordanverse race/nationality headcanons (Main characters and background characters alike)

This may be a very long post, and I’m throwing in little tidbits about appearances, so with no regard to any particular order, strap in:

(Seriously, this is a huge post)

Edit: Changed Luke from just Korean American to mixed Argentinian/Korean American, inspired by @tagthescullion

The Seven (Including Nico and Reyna):

Percy Jackson: Biracial White/Latino, Cuban American (Sally was born in Havana, she had Percy shortly after moving to the US)

Annabeth Chase: Biracial Black/White, Irish/African American (with Swedish, Ghanaian and Polish descent)

Jason (And Thalia, by extension) Grace: White German American (Beryl moved from Germany to the US)

Piper McLean: Native American, Cherokee

Leo Valdez: Latino, Mexican, Born in Texas

Hazel Levesque: Black, African American, New Orleans (1940's French Creole)

Frank Zhang: Chinese Canadian, Vancouver

Nico Di Angelo: White, Italian with Russian descent, 1920’s Venice

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano: Latina, Puerto Rican

Camp Half Blood:

Will Solace: Biracial White/Bangladeshi American, Texas

Luke Castellan: Mixed Argentinian/Korean American (Born in the US, May (or Mi-Hee) grew up in a Argentine Korean community in Buenos Aires before she moved to the US and met Hermes)

Malcolm Pace: White with albinism, Scottish, Glasgow

Travis and Connor Stoll: Mixed Scottish and Laotian, Edinburgh (Source: @freddie-77-ao3)(I think in the TV show, they cast two Asian boys as the Stolls, so I've made them Asian)

Alice Miyazawa: Japanese American, Los Angeles

Julia Feingold: White Luxembourger, Luxembourg City

Cecil Markowitz: White Austrian/Northern Irish (Born in Graz, grew up in Belfast since he was two, has dual citizenship)

Katie Gardener: White Scottish, Aberfoyle

Castor and Pollux Vintner: Black, Irish (Pollux is Albino, Castor wasn’t), Donegal

Michael Yew: Mixed Irish and Chinese, Limerick (Granny moved from China)

Lee Fletcher: White Irish, Donegal

Clarisse La Rue: Mixed French/Pakistani American, Arizona (Mother moved from France)

Chris Rodriguez: Afro-Latino, Nicaraguan (Moved to the states when he was seven, lived in the same neighbourhood as Clarisse)

Silena Beauregard: Blasian, African American and Filipino, Mississippi (French descent)

Charles Beckendorf: Black, African American

Jake Mason: White American, Wyoming

Harley Smythe-Davidson: Biracial White/Aboriginal Australian (Source: @freddie-77-ao3)

Nyssa Barrera: Latina, Panamanian, Panama City

Shane O’Doherty: White Irish, Laois

Christopher Chalkevas: White Greek/English (Born in Larissa, moved with his mother to Hackney, London at age five, has dual citizenship)

Clovis Karlsen: Wasian, Welsh (Welsh/Norwegian grandad, Indonesian granny, Source: @ashthenerdtheythem)

Chiara Benvenuti: White Italian, Florence

Alabaster C. Torrington: British Indian, English, Westminster

Lou Ellen Blackstone: Black with vitiligo, British Ghanaian, Birmingham

Drew Tanaka: Japanese American, New York City

Valentina Diaz: Latina, Colombia

Mitchell Singh-Donovan: Mixed Indian and Irish, Cork

Lacy Alfsen: White Danish, Copenhagen

Ethan Nakamura: Japanese, Tokyo

Damien White: White Irish, Northside Dublin

Miranda Gardiner: Vietnamese American, Massachusetts (Distant Irish ancestry)

Billie Ng: Wasian, Irish/Thai Canadian, Toronto (She grew up in Longford till she was seven, then she and her mortal dad moved to Canada)

Sherman Yang: Chinese American, Alaska

Marcus (Mark) Dooley-Wallace: White Irish American, Georgia

Ellis Wakefield: Black, Algerian

Holly and Laurel Victor: Sri Lankan American, Seattle

Meg McCaffery: Wasian, Irish/Vietnamese American

Camp Jupiter:

Dakota Cheshire: Black, Bermudian

Gwendolyn Nunez: Hispanic, Spanish American

Bobby Herrera: Latin American, New Mexico

Lavinia Asimov: White Russian, born in San Francisco

Larry Schumacher: White American, North Carolina

Leila Grunfeld: White American, Colorado

This has been a very exhausting post to make lmao. I gave some of the characters who don’t have canonical surnames my own Hcs for their surnames. Also, I am yet to read through trials of Apollo, so maybe I’ll come later back to add more Roman names to the list.

Tagging my moots that I like to see their opinions for this (as well as the ones I tagged within the list as well):

@aki-bara @ravingcoffeeaddict @ebony-reine-vibes @squiggle3worm @sleep-needer

[thebestofoneshots]

Hi love just wondering when the priest Remus fic will be out? I LOVE LOVE your writing and I am so excited for this one

I truly hope It's this Friday! Especially with the GC chapter we're going to have, I feel like you guys deserve a little compensation. If I can't manage though, it will surely be next week.

Now, and to build more excitement, a little teaser:

NO SWEETER INNOCENCE THAN OUR GENTLE SIN | TEASER

Pairing: Priest!Remus x reader Prompt: You did not want to go to church that day, but your spirits are uplifted when you meet Father Remus, and your mind starts creating a mischievous scheme, to both retaliate over those years of being forced to go and take something from them. Alternatively, R is really mad at the church and decides to steal one of their priests for it (but also kind of falls for him). Warnings: The complete story will contain smut. Innocence! Kink, allusion to fingering and self-pleasure. Reader is seducing a catholic priest and has a bit of a corruption!kink. Smut under the cut.

After the mass was over, you waited a few minutes before leaving the church “accidentally” bumping into him again. “Remus,” you said with a smile. “We seem to continue bumping into each other,” you added as you leaned closer to him and pressed your cheek to his, making a low smacking sound, and then repeating on the other side. He looked bewildered at the contact. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable? I got this habit while I was in France and I still haven’t shaken it off completely.” 

“Oh… No, no,” hesitant, bashful, you loved every bit of it. “Not at all, it’s fine. You can greet me however you like.” 

“Is that privilege reserved to me, or does every other parishioner have it?” He seemed taken aback by your words. “I’m joking, Remus,” you added and placed your hand on his arm, before pulling it back tentatively. “Your mass was wonderful.” 

“Thank you, I’m lucky to work at Saint Gryffin.” 

“The way I see it, Saint Griffin is lucky to have you. I mean lots of women come here to see beautiful priest Remus.” 

“You think?” he asked. Remus didn’t exactly consider himself handsome, he thought his scars would scare people away rather than attract them. But he sometimes failed to see past them and didn’t pay attention to his beautiful eyes, to his charming smile, to his long lashes, or to his well-toned frame. It was as if he had been craved by Michael Angelo himself, from your perspective.

“For sure,” you replied. “Take a closer look at the way they look at you on Sunday and you’ll see.” He blushed, a deeper shade of red than your Nan had pulled out of him, you resisted the urge to bite your lip and smiled instead. “Today was lovely, I’ll see you around,” you said before waving goodbye and leaving exiting the church. 

You went again a week later, Remus would sometimes lose his focus on the bible and look at you instead. That day you had chosen a skirt. Nothing too short or indecent, but certainly short enough to allow your legs to be seen and admired. An older man hadn’t stopped staring at you throughout the mass, and you would have perhaps told him off if it hadn’t been for the fact that Remus had been in a similar position.

Remus’ distraction, his hesitance and his constant turning to you were enough to drive your attention away from the man and onto him. You would smile, and you would nod, and you would pretend to be a supportive little lamb. Innocent, and meek and kind. Just what he expected from you. And it was that Wednesday, the third time that you’d met him, that you realised you had him right where you wanted him to be. 

He for sure had a thing for you, be it curiosity, admiration, or a small crush. You had gotten his atention, and you had gotten into his mind. Now all you needed was to have him.

(...)

The next Wednesday you had been late, you had allowed your hair to be slightly dishevelled and your cheeks were warm, despite the autumn getting colder. You had bitten your lips and you looked like you had just gotten away from a dire situation. You’d done it on purpose. When his gaze fell on you he almost stopped talking completely. He staggered to complete his words and you nodded for him to go on. When he was done, he rushed out, and you stayed in your seat. Eyes closed and hands clasping each other, pretending to pray. 

That’s when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, he whispered your name. “Are you okay, Little Lamb?” 

It took a real effort not to laugh at his nickname. Not because you thought it was stupid, but because you were so far from a lamb that you might as well have been the wolf that ate it. You turned to him, fake distress clouding your features, “I’ve done something terrible, Remus.” 

He was kind, almost impossibly so, it almost made you want to stop your plan and leave him the pure man he was. 

almost.

“I’m sure there’s nothing you could do, that was as bad as you’ve described.” 

“I’d like to confess,” you said. “Would you take my confession?” 

Remus seemed hesitant, biting his lip. He knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t hear your confession, not when he wanted to maintain a personal relationship with you, not when he’d develop a crush. But it was in your preoccupied gaze, in the small frown that etched your features, in the way your lips curved down and in the bobbing of your throat as you swallowed. How ever could he deny you? 

Oh, those thoughts would be the ones that would drag him into sin, nay, not drag, but rather, waft him into it. If Remus hadn’t been so enamoured by you, perhaps it would have proved a harder task to accomplish for you. 

“Okay,” he said simply. And helped you stand. Guiding you towards the empty confessionary and sitting in his spot as you opened the door to the other one. It was a narrow place, enough for you to sit. There was a screen dividing the two of you, you couldn’t see him, but you suspected he could see you. And there was a small, square hole in between, enough to fit perhaps a hand. You assumed it was there in case you’d like to give something to the priest, as a thank you. 

Remus cleared his throat, and in the most professional way he could muster he said, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. My child, what brings you to the sacrament of confession today?”

His voice had been different, stronger as if he was trying not to be himself. You loved it. “Father, I come seeking forgiveness for my sins. I have strayed from the path of righteousness and I seek reconciliation,” you let your voice bend and crack near the end. 

 “I am here to listen, my child. Let us begin with a moment of reflection. Take a moment to examine your conscience and bring to mind the sins you wish to confess.” 

You held back the smirk that threatened to appear when he said that, just in case he was actually able to see you. “I have fallen in love with a man I cannot have.” 

“Oh, darling,” he said, that was Remus, not Father Remus. You had cracked through his façade and you hadn’t even started. “That is not a sin. It’s happened to the best of us.” 

“But it is a sin the way I think of him, Father,” you responded. You heard a sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t speak further. “I have dreamt of him, of his lips, of his eyes with long lashes, the way his hair frames his face, of his beautiful and strong hands–“ Remus tried not to be jealous of the man you described, but everything about him seemed perfect, and unlike himself, he probably could have you. Your beautiful lips, and eyes, focused solely on him. He hated the guy already. “–sliding between my legs, and touching me.” 

“Do not speak further,” there was an edge of alarm in his voice. A bit of a broken end to it. 

“Oh but Father I must,” you said. “If I don’t I’m afraid I’ll act upon my feelings in the same way I did today while thinking of him.” 

“You…” he hesitated. “You touched yourself… Is that why you’re here?” 

“Yes,” you replied with a frown, almost a wince, all of it an act, of course. 

“Pray Our Father 10 times and–“ 

“No! Allow me to relate my story, Father,” he tried to stop you. “I must, I must, or then I might go to him and offer myself in a terrible, ungodly manner and then I won’t ever be deserving of the church ever again.”

Frankly, you didn’t even know how you’d gotten so inspired, but Remus relented, nodding and when he realised you hadn’t heard, he bit his cheek and said. “Go on then.” 

You sighed, that was a real sigh, you weren’t sure you’d get this far. “I had a dream of him father. He was handsome as ever, and he looked at me, with such kind eyes, with such loving eyes, that when he leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t stop him.” 

Remus was already praying for himself. He did not want to imagine you in your bed, your hair sprawled over the pillow and your mind away in a dream, kissing another man. 

(…)

Remus’ boner was straining against his pants in a way that was almost painful. He wanted to let go, he wanted to set him free and chase his own pleasure at your words. At how he pictured you in your bed, sweaty and sighing as you touched yourself. You were so beautiful, he found innocence even in the way you sinned. 

“And then there was bliss, I thought I was dead and had gone to heaven, but I came back, vision cloudy and disoriented. My bedsheets were sticky with my juices and I had to change them. I’ve been in a permanent state of shame ever since then.” 

“Let us pray for your forgiveness,” Remus said. And my own, he thought. Now not only your sheets had been stained, but so had his pants, just from hearing you. You would have relished on the knowledge if you’d had it. 

“Thank you, Father,” you said as you stood. 

“Pray tell me child, whoever is this man that has you in such an altered state of mind?” 

Got him! you thought as you turned your gaze to the confessionary. And almost in a whisper, you murmured. “Well, it’s you, Remus.” 

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