#Charles Light

[lserver362reviews]

I had been looking forward to seeing this one last year but couldn't catch it at any of its showings throughout the state so when I saw another local theater was going to be showing it with the filmmaker, Charles Light, musician of much of the soundtrack, Patty Carpenter, and one of the film's subjects, Verandah Porche, I knew I wasn't missing it again. I am a sucker for VT on film, whether it be as a setting and not filmed here (often), or set and filmed here (rare), or filmed here as somewhere else (typically). I love Vermont so so much and it's in my blood, my Irish ancestor 5. This film sums up the Vermont attitude of, you can do whatever as long as you keep it on your farm. What fertile ground for hippie communes and alternate ways of living. But also, only if you have the means and privilege to do so. Which this film doesn't completely address, but there's a lot it does address. I'm so glad that this film is imperfect, and that it showcases imperfect people (individualistic, biased, straight-up prejudiced at times). The conversation after the film talked a lot about where we are today, and how time can move at the blink of an eye, and if we can use the lifelines all around us to not repeat our mistakes. I told the musician, Patty Carpenter, that just last night I was having a conversation with a friend about the question: Are we better at community building now than in previous troubled times? Because the answer feels increasingly like a big fat, no. It seems like we're living in an age where instant gratification rules out over everything and we like things to be labeled either good or bad. Building community is sacredly neither instant, easy, or binary. A beautiful reminder in here that we need to know our neighbors. This movie mostly reminded me of the importance of imperfection and how hard work is needed, even if it's imperfect or the goal isn't actually universally agreed upon. They didn't always divulge to each other what brought them to the farm, but they rolled up their sleeves (at least the women did) and toiled. Imperfectly. All of this is to say that I think this movie would get 5 full stars from me in all it's rough blurry-focused realness, if it didn't sadly employ so many AI generated images. The irony of utilizing a cold imperfect technology that is zapping the planet of water and electricity to short cut having actual content appalls me deeply, especially when there was so much beautiful vintage footage in this. I could forgive some of the enhancement of older images but I just cannot wrap my brain around the ethics of using AI in a movie about back to the land anti-nuclear hippies. I told Patty that on the way to the theater we were listening to Jackson Browne. The Fuse, off of The Pretender, has been the perfect psuedo-disco track about trying to maintain hope balm over my recent struggles. So seeing him in this film felt so synchronistic and I had started to wonder if they'd talk about the No Nukes shows once Sam Lovejoy's story came into frame. I was telling my dad, as we walked to dinner pre-movie, I just found a version of After the Deluge from Joan Baez's 75th birthday celebration that is fantastic. My dad showed me Jackson Browne when I was in high school because Nickel Eye covered These Days and it became a fast top favorite song. It is also because of my dad I was familiar with the phrase, No Nukes, although the rally he attended had to do with the use of nuclear weapons. Patty told me that Jackson's moments in the film are what brought a tear to her eye on this showing this evening. Powerful stuff that brings me back to the sentiment my dad shared on the way to the theater, that a lot of his songs have more bearing on today than even when he wrote them. This was the right time to see this film, and with people I deeply love. Just some really beautiful synchronicity for me. It is bolstering and I need that. The world's small, Vermont is smaller.

[fehck]

"Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever."

Charles Bukowski

[xxplastic-cubexx]

something about first impressions idk

bonus:

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Charles Bukowski/ Mary Oliver from invitation}

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Charles Bukowski

[a-jasminator]

cherishing each other's true forms

bonus orb husbands:

[fairydrowning]

"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."

– Charles Bukowski

[den-denzz]

Hand placement✨✨✨

[dextheartist]

I haven't seen anyone do this yet but redrawing them in their Intro poses has been on my mind since i first watched the show (first pic looks better if you zoom in somehow)

[ricky-mortis]

It’s the perfect place for a picnic!

[frail-and-hearty]

[hopeidontgetaddictedtothis]

Dead Boy Detectives | 1.01: The Case of Crystal Palace

[dudutudu-maxlestappen]

Something about Charles comes alive when he talks about Max.

“did not last as long as i would have liked.”

he looked so depressed before they mentioned the tiny battle lestappen had in the China gp

“Did not last as long as i would have liked.” -charles

SHARL LECLAIR WANTS A LESTAPPEN TITLE FIGHT TOO YALL 🚨‼️

can red bull and ferrari PLEASE build a better car?😩

[f1daydreamer]

Say It’s a Joke, Please

Charles Leclerc x Reader

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Charles had never been an overly dramatic person. He was passionate, yes. Emotional at times, sure. But dramatic? Not really.

But right now? Right now, Charles Leclerc looked seconds away from spiraling into a full-blown crisis.

And it was all because of you.

You had expected him to be confused. Maybe a little bit frustrated. But nothing could have prepared you for the way his entire expression cracked the moment you told him, "I think we should break up."

His lips parted slightly, his breath hitching in his throat. "W-What?"

You had planned to drag this out a little longer, to tease him just enough before you told him it was a joke, but the look on his face? The way his green eyes immediately darkened, his entire body tensing as if he had just been sucker-punched?

Yeah. No. This wasn’t fun anymore.

Your stomach twisted as you forced out a nervous laugh, reaching for his hand. "Charles, I–"

He stepped back.

Your heart dropped.

"No." His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours like he was desperately trying to find some kind of reassurance. "No, please. Don’t do this."

You panicked. "Charles–"

His breathing was uneven now. He ran a hand through his messy hair, his movements frantic, like he was trying to physically hold himself together. "Is it because of something I did?" His voice cracked, his French accent growing thicker with panic. "Did I not love you enough? Did I–"

You immediately reached forward, grabbing his face between your hands. "Stop."

His entire body stilled under your touch. His breathing was still heavy, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it hurt.

You felt awful.

"Charles, baby, it was a joke," you whispered, your voice urgent. "I was pranking you. I didn’t mean it–I swear."

For a second, he didn’t react. Just stared at you with wide, glassy eyes, his hands hovering in the air like he didn’t know what to do with them.

Then, ever so slowly, his lips parted. "...A joke?"

You nodded frantically. "Yes, a stupid, stupid joke. I wasn’t serious. I would never leave you."

Charles blinked once. Then again.

Then, before you could say anything else, he collapsed against you.

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, his head burying itself in the crook of your neck as he let out a deep, shuddering breath.

"You scared me," he muttered against your skin.

Your arms immediately tightened around him, guilt clawing at your chest. "I know. I’m so sorry, mon amour. I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously."

Charles let out a breathy laugh, but it was weak. "How could I not take it seriously? You are everything to me."

Your heart broke at his words.

You pulled back just enough to cup his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. "I love you, Charles. I love you so much, and I am never going to leave you. I promise."

He searched your face for a long moment, his lips twitching slightly before he exhaled, finally allowing his body to relax. "...If you ever prank me like that again, I’m proposing on the spot so you can’t leave."

You burst out laughing, your forehead falling against his. "That is the most Charles thing I’ve ever heard."

He smirked. "And yet, you still love me."

"Of course I do," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Forever."

And just like that, the tension melted away. But deep down, you knew one thing—you were never, ever pranking Charles like that again.

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

theyre insufferable

[technically-human]

*Reverses your Christmas*

A gift from @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are to all of you :) we really wanted the boys to get along for once, and what better occasion than Christmas? anything to make the Edwins happy!