#Christina Hai

[neovallense]

[thesapphocinephile]

Add your favorite movie to the tags....I want recommendations

I am back on my old Hollywood kick with Garbo and Crawford

[makingqueerhistory]

Queen Christina, a film as historic as its titular character. Queen Christina was released in 1933, during a time called pre-code. The Hays Code was a set of guidelines written for Hollywood by a group of religious leaders, most notably William Hays, that dictated what could and could not be shown on screen. It was put into place just after the invention of “talkies” and banned numerous “immoral acts” from being shown on film. Among those “immoral acts” was any reference to or implication of homosexuality.

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[pupsmailbox]

WINTER ID PACK

NAMES︰ alaska. alba. alban. alina. amara. andri. aneira. angel. angelina. angelo. apricity. aquila. aquilo. arctic. aspen. aster. aurelian. aurora. ayden. balthasar. bane. beir. beira. beiron. bell. belle. bianca. blanc. blanca. blanch. blanche. blanchesse. blanchette. blaze. blizzard. blizzardette. blu. blue. borea. boreal. boreas. boris. brea. bree. bylur. carol. caspar. caspian. cedar. chandler. chione. chióni. chris. christina. christmas. clara. claudia. cloud. cloude. coco. cocoa. colden. cole. cozy. crimson. crystal. december. dew. dewdrop. dewey. dewy. diamond. douglas. edur. eira. eirlys. eirwan. eirwen. elitsa. ella. elowen. elsa. ember. emmanuel. emmanuelle. eryi. estelle. euria. everest. everett. everette. evergreen. fannar. faye. fionn. fir. fjolla. flake. frediano. freeze. fritz. fros. frost. frostette. frostine. frosty. fuyu. fuyuko. gale. garland. ginger. glace. glacia. gloria. gwen. gwyneira. hail. hala. hazel. hika. holly. icario. ice. icee. icelyn. icicle. icidia. icie. iclyn. icy. iris. isarr. isbert. ivor. ivy. jack. jaki. january. janus. jasper. jolly. joseph. josephine. joy. juniper. kalt. kari. khione. kirsi. kit. ledi. ledia. loden. lucas. lucien. lucina. lumi. mafuyu. mafuyuko. mary. melchior. merry. mira. miyuki. natalia. natalie. natasha. nevada. neve. nicholas. nick. nieves. nix. noel. noella. noelle. north. november. oak. oakley. olwen. orin. pepper. peppermint. perla. permafrost. pine. poinsettia. polar. polaris. quinlan. rain. raina. raine. rainer. reign. reyner. robin. rory. rudolf. rudolph. rudy. sally. scarlett. scrooge. silvia. sioc. snow. snowdrop. snowe. snowesse. snowette. snowine. snowstorm. snowy. solstice. soren. spruce. star. stella. stellan. storm. stormy. taiga. talia. theron. tundra. vail. vega. viola. vixen. warrin. weiss. whittaker. whyte. willow. winny. winter. wren. wynn. wynter. wyntr. yuki. yukio. yule. yulia. yves. yvette. zane. zanna. zarina. zephyr. zuko.

PRONOUNS︰ arc/arctic. arctic/arctic. aura/aura. bear/bear. bleak/bleak. bli/bliz. bli/blizzard. bliz/blizzard. blizz/blizzard. blizzard/blizzard. blue/blue. chi/chill. chill/chill. chilly/chilly. christ/christmas. christ/mas. clou/cloud. cloud/cloud. co/cold. coat/coat. cold/cold. cool/cool. cri/cryst. cry/cryo. cry/crystal. crys/crystal. crystal/crystal. drip/drip. drop/drop. fir/fir. fla/flake. flake/flake. flu/flurry. flur/flurry. flurry/flurrie. flurry/flurry. fre/freeze. freeze/freeze. frig/frigid. fro/frost. fros/frost. frost/bite. frost/frost. frostbite/frostbite. froze/frozen. gla/glace. glacier/glacier. globe/globe. glove/glove. gust/gust. hai/hail. hail/hail. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ice/ice. ice/icicle. icicle/icicle. it/it. ix/ix. mitten/mitten. pine/pine. plunge/plunge. polar/polar. rain/rain. rain/rainy. scarf/scarf. seal/seal. sharp/sharp. she/shiver. shiver/shiver. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sky/sky. sle/sleet. sleet/sleet. slip/slippery. slush/slush. sno/snow. snow/flake. snow/snow. snow/snowflake. so/snow. spire/spire. sto/storm. storm/storm. storm/stormy. stormy/stormy. tha/thaw. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tundra/tundra. water/water. wi/wint. wi/winter. win/ter. win/winter. winter/winter. zero/zero. ❄️. 🌌. 🌨. 🌨️. 🌲. 🐻‍❄️. 🗻. 🧊.

[blackwolfstabs]

FALL FOR THOSE EYES

No matter what their parents say, Sam can't ignore Tara. (or Tara has separation anxiety)

fandom: Scream characters: Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Christina Carpenter, Mr. Carpenter content: pre-movie (Scream V) // Tara (4), Sam (10) a/n: i wrote this MONTHS ago (like 10 months ago, back when i first started my account lol) didn't expect to post it, didn't plan to post it, but here we are because i can't be fucking consistent. having said this, if you don't like what i write about, i don't need to hear about it, just skip over it please :) side note: Mikey is Tara's cat plush.

Sam lay awake in the darkness of her room in the early hours of 1:00 AM, staring at the ceiling as she listened to her baby sister cry relentlessly. She was going back and forth from her bedroom to their parents’ room, where she’d just be taken back by one of them. Having gone through this for countless nights, the older sibling knew that Tara would spend her time targeting their mother first, and then, when she wasn’t getting her way, she’d start to ask for their father.

But it never worked.

She hated to hear Tara cry so much, but she couldn’t understand why it was so hard for her to just go to sleep. Their parents weren’t going anywhere. They were just in the other room. She’d see them in the morning. Why was it so hard for her?

This time, she heard her mother bring Tara back into her room.

“Tara, you need to go night-night.”

By the sounds of the youngest’s shaky moans and sniffles, Sam guessed she was clinging to her as she put her back into her bed.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Noo-hoooo!” And her hysterics stirred up again. “I wa-hant you to sta-hay, Mama-haaa!”

Christina left the room, leaving her daughter’s cries echoing down the hallway.

“Mama, pleeee-hease! Mama!”

Tara’s hitching breath was sharp, which made her listening sister start to worry that she would work herself up into an asthma attack. She heard her crying be interrupted by a few coughs, before it continued, her voice getting closer as she made another attempt to leave her room.

“Mm- Mmm– Mm-hmm… Mo-hommy…” She struggled to get out words in full sentences from her accumulated mucus. “I– Ih-hi… want yo-hou… Mommy…”

Great, now she was talking to herself. Samantha covered her face with her hands and lay still, hating how sad her baby sister sounded. And she couldn’t do anything for her. She had been told by their parents to ignore her crying, because she needed to learn. But it was so hard. She just wanted to go lay with her, so they could both get some sleep. She heard Tara’s footsteps retreat into the living room. Again.

A couple more seconds and the cycle repeated, but this time, it was their father bringing her back. Judging from where her whimpers came from, he was carrying her.

“Daddy, nooo-ho-hoo…” 

“Shh-shhh, Tara,” her parent soothed. “You’re okay.”

Even though she wasn’t there, Sam could see him putting her back into bed and actually making the effort to tuck her in around her resistant squirms and sobs.

“Goodnight.”

However, Tara started to cry again as she tried to make him stay, “B-but… my-hy tummy h-hurts, Daddy!” She was already trying to get out of her blankets to prepare to follow him out.

“That’s because you’re crying so much, sweetheart,” he reasoned. A few quiet seconds passed, before he concluded his stay. “Calm down, you’re okay. Hug Mikey and take some deep breaths. Your tummy will feel better soon. Goodnight.”

“I want one more hug!”

Sam bit her lower lip. She hated it when Tara said that.

He must’ve given it to her. “Goodnight, Tara.”

Even after her last hug, the youngest Carpenter was thrown into another fit. “No, Da-ha-ha-ddy! Noooo!” Her bedroom door shut. Uhh-huh-huuhhh!”

Her older sister felt her eyes go hot as she dropped her hands to continue the one-sided stare-off with the ceiling. How long was she going to have to sit here and listen to this before Tara wore herself out? Her cries didn’t leave her room anymore, but they stayed coming through the wall, leaving Sam guessing that she was just lying there sobbing by herself. Their parents were across the house, so they didn’t have to hear how heartbroken she sounded…

A few minutes passed before all went quiet, and she thought that she must’ve cried herself to sleep. But then what she was most afraid of happened…

“Saaaam! … Sa-ha-hammy!”

The owner of the name screwed her eyes shut, but her sister’s pleas grew louder.

“Mmm– Saaaammyyy!”

She covered her ears with her hands, doing what she could to keep herself from running to her rescue. Only it wasn’t a rescue. Tara simply didn’t want to be alone in her room, but she could be. She was being trained to be. She could do it. She remembered what her mother had told her after she and her father had found out that she was sneaking into Tara’s room to keep her quiet.

“She’s a big girl now, Sam. She has to learn how to self-soothe.”

But it was so hard to ignore her.

The shaky moans grew louder, until the door to her room opened and Tara padded in, sniffling and jumping her breaths while she clutched Mikey close. Now, it was of no use. Samantha lowered her hands from her ears and picked her head up to see her sister coming up to her bedside.

“Sammy…” she whined, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I–I… I wa-hant…”

Before she could finish her broken sentences, Sam pushed her covers down and sat up with a sigh. This made Tara start to whimper again, fearful that her last resort would shut her out too. She took her hand and began to guide her towards the door, but the younger just started to break down again.

“I wa-haanna sleep with yo-hou, Sammy!” The little girl was too tired to try and hold herself back, so she was pulled against her will.

“Shhh, I know, Tara. Come on,” Sam continued to hush her as she tugged her past the threshold. She could hear her start to wheeze when she sucked in breaths, her asthma catching up with her from the inability to calm herself down.

But the other hadn’t realized it yet. She was too focused on wanting her way. “I do-hon’t wanna be by myself!” she sobbed, wiping her tears away with Mikey’s marbled faux fur.

“You’re not,” her older sister assured her, “I’m gonna sleep with you.” This seemed to make her start to calm down, sniffling and giving quiet moans to stabilize her crying onslaught. Once they got to her bedside, the taller girl picked her up and put her on the bed. “Lay down. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Tara only gave a partial nod as Sam left the room to grab the tissue box from the bathroom. When she came back into the room, she shut the door and climbed up on the bed to settle next to the recovering occupier, who had willingly got under the covers and was facing her.

She blinked up through drying tears. “Sammy, m-my tummy… hurts,” she complained.

So she wasn’t just pulling strings after all. “I know. It’s because you cried for a long time,” she answered, then went to pull a tissue out from the box, “You know how you have a hard time breathing so you swallow all of the snot in your throat to breathe again?”

Tara nodded.

“All of that snot goes into your tummy and makes it hurt.”

“I… I feel full, too…”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, so don’t swallow it anymore.” She then held the tissue up to her sibling’s nose. “Blow.” She did, and then, she went on to wipe the excess snot draining from her runny nose. “Good girl.” As Tara took in a deep breath to get an adequate amount of air, the other tucked the used tissue into the space between the pillows. “Better?”

Another nod had her placing the tissue box aside and laying down next to her baby sister. She tugged the blankets up to her shoulder and watched Tara roll onto her back to breathe better, where she softly pawed her throat, a small whimper emitting from it. “Remember what Mama said to do,” she reminded, knowing she was scared of having an asthma attack, “Smell the roses, then blow out the birthday candles.” 

And her little sister obeyed, taking a deep breath in through her nose, then letting it out of her mouth.

“Slower, Tara. You can breathe. You’re okay.”

She did so, finding it easier when Sam did it with her. She fiddled with Mikey’s fur while curling and relaxing her toes as she repeated the cycle, a tactic used to decompress her muscles as well.

Eventually, after many breathing cycles and a few tissues, she was able to exhibit a normal breath pattern, making her feel more at ease. But there was still one problem. 

Samantha, on the same hand, had relaxed too, the tactical exercise having her nearly falling asleep. She stirred herself awake. “You getting sleepy yet?” she asked as she suppressed a yawn behind her hand.

But Tara turned her head to look at her with her still-wide-awake puppy eyes. “My tummy still hurts…” she confessed.

Her big sister moved closer to her with a gentle grunt. “It’ll stop hurting in a little bit.” She laid her head down and shut her eyes. Beneath the blanket, she reached her hand over to place it over the gist of the younger’s stomach, where she began to rub in a small circle. “Does it hurt here?” 

“Mm-hmm,” was the reply. The little girl tugged her arms up to allow the caressing hand to do its work as she sank into her pillow while holding her stuffed cat close to her face. “Mama always gives me tummy rubs whenever it hurts,” she whispered.

Eyes still closed, Sam smiled with a short chuckle, “I know.” She knew that was true from seeing it many times. She knew Tara milked stomach aches from time-to-time, just so their mother would hold her. As weird as it might be, being petted like that made her baby sister feel secure. It calmed her down, kinda like a dog. “I don’t think I do it as good as Mom though,” she joked.

Tara giggled. “That’s okay. It still feels good.” She blinked at her sister’s closed eyes, happy that she wasn’t alone anymore. 

“You better not be faking,” the other then opened one eye to glance at the smile on her face.

The younger’s face dropped. “I’m not!”

“You fake stomach aches to Mom all the time, I know you do.”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Liar!”

“Faker!”

“Meanie!”

If she was going to name-call like that, Sam was sure she was feeling better, and she slipped the hand that was caressing her sibling’s abdomen beneath her shirt to tickle her bare, on the offense.

Tara squealed and drowned into laughter as she tried to shove her hand away. “No-ho-ho! Sa-hammy!” She twisted onto her side to curl into herself, then reached out to retaliate, snaking her little fingers into her attacker’s neck.

The new victim pulled her shoulders forward in an awkward block, beginning to snicker herself. But then that caused Tara to move one of her hands to her open underarm, which made her shriek. She then made use of her other hand, which she plunged into the side of the younger’s neck, the side between the pillow that would make it hard to block.

Tara squirmed against the mattress, outdone by aged-strength. She kicked out, inadvertently catching Sam off-guard and having her tickling cease. This made her defend harder, moving her hands from her sister’s neck and underarm to her ribs, sides, anywhere she could to prove her dominance. 

Now, both sisters were in hysterics, trying to get the upper hand from each other, which was a losing game. So, Sam took the initiative to break it up. “Oka-hay, Ta-hara-ha! Stop! We-he need to slee-he-he-heep!” She pulled her hands away and pulled her arms close to her in order to prove her surrender.

Luckily, her sister took it, and backed off as well, her laughter fading to leave a sleepy smile. She may not have been ready to go back to sleep after crying so much, but after all of that, she was tired. 

Samantha panted, readjusting her clothing that had been disheveled from the fight. Tara didn’t seem to care about hers, so when they reverted to lying on their sides, facing each other, she took it upon herself to tug her shirt down and her shorts up.

When they both recovered, the older sibling settled with a content sigh, while the younger one nestled into her pillow with a soft hum. At first, Sam had shut her eyes to welcome the recurrence of sleep, but something possessed her to open them again. And when she raised them to check on Tara, she had done the same.

Her baby sister blinked, the flood of tears that had once ruled her having left no trace on her precious face. “I love you, Sammy.”

The other smiled and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “I love you too, Tara.”

Tara shuffled closer to her and nuzzled Mikey’s fur. She felt safe, happy, and sleepy now that she was with her sister. When her mother and father wouldn’t be there to give her that security, she knew Sam would always be there. “Promise you’ll stay with me all night?” she quizzed, knowing she’d usually leave in the early morning, before the sun came up, so their parents wouldn’t know.

Sam nodded, her tired blink not strong enough to pull her into darkness before she was able to promise, “Until the morning light.”

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[armandyke]

Would love to hear about the books u read in 2024, surprise bests, biggest disappointments?

I think I will do a multi part post over the coming weeks with reviews of all the books I read since I have about half of them written up already. For now I'll just say my two absolute favourite reads of the year were Botanical Daughter by Noah Medlock and Monstrilio by Gerardo Sámano Córdova. Two very different books but both of them permanently altered my brain chemistry.

Below are my ratings for all the books I read and as I say, I'll try to post more in depth reviews over the next few weeks. My aim this year is to try and do proper reviews of the books I read as I'm reading them instead of having to go back several months later lmao.

Oh, and because it's something I'm always looking for specific recs for, I've highlighted the books with queer rep (that I remember) in pink, and the extreme horrors/books I advise checking trigger warnings for are marked with a lil skull.

1) Gone to see the River Man by Kristopher Triana (4⭐) 💀

2) Skeleton Crew by Stephen King (4⭐)

3) The Butcher by Laura Kat Young (5⭐)

4) The Hollow Places by T.Kingfisher (5⭐)

5) Salem’s Lot by Stephen King (4.5⭐)

6) The Shuddering by Ania Ahiborn (3.5⭐)

7) Hex by Thomas Olde Heuvelt (5⭐)

8) Nothing but Blackened Teeth by Cassandraw Khaw (3.5⭐)

9) Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z Brite (4⭐) 💀

10) Good Girls Don’t Die by Christina Henry (1⭐)

11) The Devil Makes Three by Tori Bovalino (3.5⭐)

12) Starve Acre by Andrew Michael Hurley (4⭐)

13) The Dead of Winter curated by Cecily Grayford (3⭐)

14) Off Season by Jack Ketchum (3⭐) 💀

15) Brainwyrms by Alison Rumfitt (3.5⭐) 💀

16) Dead Inside by Chandler Morrison (4⭐) 💀

17) The Girl Next Door by Jack Ketchum (5⭐) 💀

18) Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman (4⭐)

19) Caraval by Stephanie Garber (2⭐)

20) The Grip of It by Jac Jemc (4⭐)

21) Thirteen Storeys by Jonathan Sims (5⭐)

22) Nod by Adrian Barnes (4⭐)

23) How to sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix (5⭐)

24) Among the Living by Tim Lebbon (2⭐)

25) 19 Claws and a Black Bird by Augustina Bazterrica (3⭐)

26) House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson (4.5⭐)

27) Song of Kali by Dan Simmons (DNF)

28) The Way of All Flesh by Ambrose Perry (DNF)

29) A House with Good Bones by T.Kingfisher (5⭐)

30) A Botanical Daughter by Noah Medlock (5⭐)

31) Cujo by Stephen King (5⭐)

32) The Dark Net by Benjamin Percy (3.5⭐)

33) The Dinner Guest by B P Walter (4.5⭐)

34) The Cloisters by Katy Hays (1⭐)

35) Diavola by Jennifer Thorne (5⭐)

36) Piranesi by Susanna Clarke (4.5⭐)

37) Nettle and Bone by T.Kingfisher (3.5⭐)

38) The Hatching (3.5⭐) Skitter (1⭐) and Zero Day (1⭐) by Ezekiel Boone

39) Come Closer by Sara Gran (4⭐)

40) Black Sheep by Rachel Harrison (5⭐)

41) The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden (DNF)

42) Wranglestone by Darren Charlton (3.5⭐)

43) Piñata by Leopoldo Gout (4⭐)

44) Everything the Darkness Eats by Eric LaRocca (1⭐) 💀

45) Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle (5⭐)

46) The Vampire Armand by Anne Rice (I didn't rate this because this was less like reading a book and more like studying for an exam)

47) The Ghost Woods by C.J Cooke (4.5⭐)

48) Dark Matter by Blake Crouch (3.5⭐)

49) Too Late by Colleen Hoover (DNF)

50) Alice by Christina Henry (1⭐)

51) The House of a Hundred Whispers by Graham Masterton (3.5⭐)

52) All the White Spaces by Ally Wilkes (4.5⭐)

53) Violent Faculties by Charlene Elsby (4⭐) 💀

54) Cuckoo by Gretchen Felker-Martin (3.5⭐) 💀

55) Such Sharp Teeth by Rachel Harrison (4.5⭐)

56) My Throat an Open Grave by Tori Bovalino (3.5⭐)

57) Bloom by Delilah S Dawson (4⭐)

58) Bored Gay Werewolf by Tony Santorella (DNF)

59) Out There Screaming curated by Jordan Peele (3.5⭐)

60) The Watchers by A.M Shine (4⭐)

61) Whalefall by Daniel Kraus (4.5⭐)

62) My Heart is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham (3.5⭐)

63) Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix (4.5⭐)

64) Incarcerat by Garth Marenghi (4⭐)

65) Feast While You Can by Onjuly Datta and Mikaella Clements (5⭐)

66) The Whistling by Rebecca Netley (4⭐)

67) Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield (4⭐)

68) Scuttle by Barnaby Walter (DNF)

69) Monstrilio by Gerardo Sámano Córdova (5⭐)

70) Revival by Stephen King (4⭐)

71) Blight by Tom Carlisle (3.5⭐)

72) The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw (5⭐)

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

In the bleak mid-winter   Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron,   Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow,   Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter   Long ago. Our God, heaven cannot hold Him   Nor earth sustain, Heaven and earth shall flee away   When He comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter   A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty —   Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim   Worship night and day, A breastful of milk   And a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom Angels   Fall down before, The ox and ass and camel   Which adore.

Angels and Archangels   May have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim   Thronged the air; But only His Mother   In her maiden bliss Worshipped the Beloved   With a kiss. What can I give Him,   Poor as I am? — If I were a Shepherd   I would bring a lamb; If I were a Wise Man   I would do my part, — Yet what I can I give Him, —   Give my heart.

-In the Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rosetti

[nevenkebla]

Es cuestión de confianza

Spider-Boy (2023) #4 Dan Slott (Escritor), Paco Medina (Dibujante)

— Spider-Boy: Christina tiene razón. Soy un idiota. O sea, ¿Qué niño querría ver una peli o ir a la bolera…? ¡¿…Cuándo puede hacer esto?! ¡Ahí está! Me pregunto con quién estará luchando esta vez. — Peter Parker: Levanta la guardia… ¡Los buitroides son como enfrentarse al Buitre multiplicado por cuatro! — Miles Morales: Más bien hacen falta cuatro para sumar un solo Buitre. — Spider-Boy: Ah, no me ha llamado para esto… ¿Pero ha traído a Miles? Aunque… hay hueco para más, ¿verdad? ¡Eh! Spidey, ¡¿Puedo ayudar?! — Peter Parker: ¡¿Spider-Boy?! ¿Qué haces aquí? ¡No! Es tarde. Deberías estar en la cama. Y estos tipos te superan. — Miles Morales: ¡No, la verdad es que no! — Spider-Boy: Venga, seríamos tres contra cuatro. ¡Igualaría la pelea! — Peter Parker: No. Y no quiero que me repliques. Hasta nueva orden, chaval… te quedas en el banquillo. — Spider-Boy: Genial. Para esto renuncié a la bolera.

— Peter Parker: Buen trabajo, amigo. Como dicen, “Más vale pájaro en mano…” — Miles Morales: “¡… Que cuatro en la red!” — Spider-Boy: Uno: Eso ni computa como chiste. Nadie dice eso. Ni siquiera sé qué significa. Y dos: Los buitroides no me superan. Podría haber ayudado. — Miles Morales: Estoy de acuerdo. Pero no hace falta ponerse celoso. — Spider-Boy: No estoy celoso. Tú eres su socio. Yo soy su ayudante. Entiendo mi lugar en el universo. No estoy celoso. — Miles Morales: Cuando lo dices dos veces suena como si lo estuvieras. — Peter Parker: Chaval, mi verdadero problema contigo es la confianza. Sales de la nada y dices que quieres ser del equipo Spidey… pero me has ocultado cosas. — Spider-Boy: Te… te has enterado de mi superpoder secreto, ¿verdad? — Peter Parker: Me lo contó Thor. — Miles Morales: Hum. No sé si debería escuchar esto.

[monstrousgourmandizingcats]

ItaliJackets episodes 2x06 through 2x08!

Vaffanculo Count: 25, 13 for season 2. Shauna->Lottie about killing the goat (side note--Bruce the GOAT possible subtle New Jersey cultural pun?) in 2x07, Shauna->everyone in the argument in the Sharing Shack in 2x08.

IL NOSTRO BAMBINO, dice Lottie

"We hear the Wilderness and It hears us"->"Noi ascoltiamo i Boschi ed Essi ascoltano noi", yet later It becomes 1. singular and 2. feminine. "I Boschi," "the Woods," are "Essi," a formal (somewhat antiquated?) "They," but "It," when it isn't specifically denominated as the plural "Boschi," is "Lei," "She." Girlboss! #feminism #womenswrongs

"La Natura" for "the Wilderness" would just come across as non-insane Franciscan spirituality, a problem we already encountered in 1x10 where the ancient gods of "il cielo e la terra" in Lottie's bear prayer just didn't hit the same as the ancient gods of "the sky and the dirt".

Shauna giving birth is a real low point for Ben. He was their health teacher.

o hai beata vergine maria. when ueda akinari wrote "the blue hood" about an insane cannibalistic gay abbot, he was thinking of shauna!!!!!!

Shauna on Callie: LEI FA QUELLO CHE CAZZO LE PARE

Speaking of Callie, Roisin Nicosia is a new standout VA in these episodes.

They miss an opportunity for nude Christina Ricci in quella bara d'acqua, but we knew that already; sad.

It's so interesting what slights against others Misty does and doesn't understand as problematic. The woman is a persistent sexual harasser (maybe worse) and might be a serial killer as well, yet she understands exactly what's wrong with failing to be present through Shauna's birth, or getting Crystal or Nat killed. It's fascinatingly selective.

Caligula!!!! Racconta me, Meesty. Fidati di un uccello che ha il nome di un imperatore romano. Great stuff.

LA CARNE IPERCALORICA DELLE TUE CHIAPPE

They didn't do Tawny Cypress's ad-libbed "to tonight's impending scissor party. SAD!!!

The end of "Sepoltura" and beginning of "Sceglie" do NOT get easier to watch in translation.

Akilah still just calls the rat Nugget.

@stracciatellino: "I think we're past fingerless gloves season at this point"

"L'FBI???"

"E con la pelle grattata via come la crosta del pecorino!"

@stracciatellino and I have a longstanding friendly disagreement on the choice not to show any discussion of or brainstorming about the card game, and we have it in Italian too: I think it's an interesting and moving choice not to show it (like the lacunae at the climaxes of some Ozu movies or Austen novels), whereas he thinks it's a missed opportunity to depict an important moment in the group dynamic. Sometimes seeing all the groundwork laid for something but not the culmination invites questions that are more interesting than an answer would be, but when it does and doesn't work is entirely subjective.

Nat's defiance is so hot.

It's interesting that they don't just kill Travis. He's right there, he's broken the rules so he should be fair game, they have a knife to his throat, and yet they double down on going after Nat instead. @stracciatellino: "I guess they started up with the Queen of Hearts being a very strict rule and downgraded it to a suggestion."

Not at all a new observation, but I love how Lottie has very specific, damning points to make about almost all of them, but then when she gets to Van she's just "what happened to you, man? you used to be cool."

I BOSCHI HANNO SCELTO! RIP, Javi.

One more episode!

[nickeverdeen]

Fight’s On | Christina x gn!reader

Pairings: Christina x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Comedy, Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: In Dauntless Christmas holidays are celebrated differently and Christina decided to celebrate them with you in a different way you both can enjoy.

———————

It was December 22nd, and you had no idea what Christina had planned. She’d been suspiciously tight-lipped about the whole thing, a smirk on her face every time you asked. All she told you was, “Dress warm, and don’t be late.”

Now, standing outside one of Dauntless’s massive training halls, you were bundled up against the chill, waiting for her to explain. The halls weren’t typically used for anything fun—combat training, simulations, and obstacle courses, sure, but Christmas? That didn’t seem like Christina’s style.

She showed up a few minutes later, carrying a large duffel bag slung over her shoulder and wearing her signature mischievous grin.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Depends,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “What exactly am I ready for?”

She laughed, grabbing your hand and tugging you inside. “You’ll see.”

The training hall was completely transformed. Strings of colorful lights crisscrossed the rafters, and makeshift decorations—clearly handmade by Dauntless initiates—hung from the walls. But the centerpiece was a massive snowball fight arena. Barriers made of hay bales, crates, and even old tires were set up everywhere, and a few Dauntless members were already building snowballs out of the artificial snow someone had hauled in.

“A snowball fight? Seriously?” you asked, unable to hide your smile.

Christina shrugged, already unzipping her duffel bag to reveal a pair of gloves. “I figured you could use some fun. Plus, I’m amazing at this.”

“You’re amazing at throwing snowballs?” you teased, crossing your arms.

“I’m amazing at winning,” she corrected, pulling the gloves over her hands and handing you a pair.

Within minutes, the two of you were ducking behind barriers, pelting snowballs at anyone who got too close. Christina was ruthless, her aim sharp and her laughter loud as she nailed person after person with perfectly thrown snowballs. You managed to hold your own, but it quickly became apparent that she wasn’t exaggerating—she was genuinely good at this.

At one point, you teamed up, building an arsenal of snowballs and taking out an overly cocky Dauntless initiate who’d been bragging about his “unbeatable” strategy. Christina high-fived you after the final hit, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling.

“See? Told you this was fun,” she said, brushing snow off her gloves.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you replied, tossing a snowball her way, though it missed by a mile.

She smirked, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around you. “Lucky? Please. You’re the lucky one.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as she leaned in and kissed you, her lips cold but her touch warm.

By the end of the night, you were both soaked, exhausted, and laughing as you made your way back to your quarters. Christina carried her duffel bag over her shoulder, still smug about her many “victories.”

“Okay, I’ll admit it,” you said, bumping her shoulder. “That was a good idea.”

She grinned. “Told you.”

As you reached your room, she turned to you, her expression softening. “Thanks for coming, though. I know I can get a little… competitive.”

You laughed. “A little? Christina, you made that one newbie cry.”

“Hey, he started it!” she said, laughing with you.

As you settled in for the night, you realized that Christina had found the perfect balance—something fun, chaotic, and so uniquely her. It wasn’t traditional, but it was perfect.

[bidotorg]

The Evolution of Bi Representation in Film Part 1

Bi representation in cinema might still be catching up, but it's been present for over a century. From silent films to Golden Age Hollywood, there are early depictions of bi characters worth noting. In 1914, "A Florida Enchantment" (slide 1), one of the earliest films with queer elements, showed a woman transformed by a magical seed, leading her to dance with and kiss other women (slide 2) — a bold move for its time.

The iconic Marlene Dietrich brought bisexuality to the screen in 1930 with the movie "Morocco" (slide 3), famously seducing a female audience member while dressed in a tuxedo (slide 4). Then, Greta Garbo's portrayal of Queen Christina (slide 5) in 1933 was a milestone, with her character romantically involved with both a Countess (slide 6) and a male lover. Despite the restrictive Hays Code, these films laid the foundation for bi representation in Hollywood. #BIgoneHollywood 

[katriniac]

Merry Christmas 💝

This post is about one of my favorite Christmas carols and poems, written by the amazing Christina Rossetti -

In The Bleak Midwinter

Here is a version sung by Julie Andrews recorded in 1973:

The full poem:

(In the public domain)

In the bleak mid-winter

Frosty wind made moan

Earth stood hard as iron,

Water like a stone;

Snow had fallen, snow on snow,

Snow on snow,

In the bleak mid-winter

Long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold Him

Nor earth sustain,

Heaven and earth shall flee away

When He comes to reign:

In the bleak mid-winter

A stable-place sufficed

The Lord God Almighty —

Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim

Worship night and day,

A breastful of milk

And a mangerful of hay;

Enough for Him, whom Angels

Fall down before,

The ox and ass and camel

Which adore.

Angels and Archangels

May have gathered there,

Cherubim and seraphim

Thronged the air;

But only His Mother

In her maiden bliss

Worshipped the Beloved

With a kiss.

What can I give Him,

Poor as I am? —

If I were a Shepherd

I would bring a lamb;

If I were a Wise Man

I would do my part, —

Yet what I can I give Him, —

Give my heart.

Oof. That last line, regardless of the musician who sings it, always makes my throat catch. 💓🥹

The poem was originallly published under the title "A Christmas Carol" in January 1872 in a magazine, but wasn't printed in book-form until 1875 along with Rossetti's best-known poem, Goblin Market.

In 1906, the composer Gustav Holst composed a setting of Rossetti's words (titled "Cranham") in The English Hymnal, which is the most commonly sung version of the song.

I admire her poetry a great deal. The Romantic period gave us many remarkable female authors and poets (my favorite being Jane Austen), however Rossetti was right at the tail-end of that era. The years her works were published straddle the dreamy idealistic Romantic period and the grainy gritty Realism movement. Her styles and themes follow this growth of artistic feeling as she continued to write.

Christina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was born in London to Italian parents, was home-schooled by her mother, and grew up among artists, writers, and poets. I can't help but imagine that living among creative family of political exiles, often hosting a bohemian assortment of traveling artists from across Europe, would be anything but boring.

The amount of genius under that one roof!

Anyways, happy holidays to all, even though this current midwinter is anything but bleak and we have no snow.

Yesterday, we hit the record for the warmest Christmas Eve in Minnesota: 55 degrees. Not a single flake on the ground. But there's been plenty of rain! So weird.

[lover-also-fighter-also]

😒 + 🎶

thank you 🌺

😒 - Biggest pet peeve

I sometimes get easily stressed out and tend to push too much of these issues onto my peers, which tends to be annoying at times. But I have learned to control my stress and take one thing at a time, instead of being overwhelmed.

🎶 - Top 5 favourite songs.

There are too many songs which I like cause they are varied across languages, so I'm sorting them according to language. The ones in brackets are from the respective movies:

English:

1. Perfect - Ed Sheeran

2. Lover - Taylor Swift

3. What Makes You Beautiful - One Direction

4. A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

5. Until I found you - Stephen Sanchez

Telugu:

1. The entire Hi Nanna movie Album (Hesham Abdul Wahab)

2. The entire Sita Ramam Album (Vishal Chandrashekar)

3. O Rendu Prema Meghalila (Baby)

4. Sirivennela (Shyam Singha Roy)

5. Kammani (Yeto Vellipoyindi Manasu)

Hindi:

1. Sun Saathiya (ABCD 2)

2. Kaala Chashma (Bar Bar Dekho)

3. Sona Kithna Sona (Crew)

4. Masth Magan (2 states)

5. Balam Pichkari (Ye Jawani Hai Diwani)

Honorable Mentions (Malayali Songs):

Darshana and Onakka Munthiri (Hridayam)

They are all a mix of melodious and fast beat songs cause I like to listen to them all according to my mood.

[gustingirl]

fifteen questions | fifteen people

tagged by the best @canaryislame ily

1. are you named after anyone?

i think so. a friend of my mom had her babygirl and named her like me before i was born and my mom kinda stole the name (not really)

2. when was the last time you cried?

i don’t even remember. probably watching something scaloneta related

3. do you have any kids?

oh no

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

definitely all the time

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their smiles and eyes. don’t know why but i focus on their eyes a lot

6. what is the color of your eyes?

greenish!

7. scary movies or happy endings?

none really. i hate scary movies but cheesy predictable happy endings bore me. i love to be shocked

8. any special talents?

it should be considered a special talent the way i overthink

9. where were you born?

argentina mejor pais del mundo

10. what are your hobbies?

writing mostly! i enjoy journal writing too (not writing really, more like artistic journals?)

11. do you have any pets?

two doggies <3 emma and yowi

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

everything back in high school though. i did handball (goalkeeper call me dibu and i was actually very good), field hockey and volleyball.

13. how tall are you?

165cm

14. favorite subject in school?

history!! i also enjoyed psychology, philosophy and english classes

15. dream job?

i would love to work somewhere in the editorial industry. i know it's almost a dead industry because of *sigh* technology but i wanna work there so badly. i’m even throwing cv like crazy (hay que agarrar pala)

tagging @peachy-101 @christina-dh @50-cm @my-faves-said-gay-rights @faeriemin @loser-user-noaccuser @joon-rkive @laucha-posting @knivesofwater @greenrubbersoul @rat-with-coffee @smythecriminal @harryduboisbignaturalss @latenightjjk @napo-con-fritas

[alinalioness]

Alina and friends 7 Chapter:The house of familiar characters and the background.

The heroes were standing near a small mountain, and someone's house was located on it.

Alina:We need to ask the people who live in this house.

Daisy:What if-

Christina:Wait, let me. (To Alina) What if they're not friendly, but on the contrary?

Daisy:Hey, I wanted to say that too.

Alina:(She thought about it) What's there to guess? We need to find out.

Bokko:That's right, someone needs to get in there. (He went to the tree)

Spongebob:And why didn't you come to the tree?

Bokko:Very easy. We have to understand the logic.

Heroes other than Bokko:What is the logic?

Bokko:Everything is very easy. The children are younger than us, although some may come here, but no. Adults from 18 to 50, if I'm not mistaken, are adequate, although some are weak, but I can't even brave them. And the elderly don't belong to them. So it turns out. Animatronics will go.

The animatronics were not happy and approached Bokko while he climbed a tree.

Bokko:Hey, hey, hey, calm down. All right, let the inhabitants go.

The residents were unhappy until Cass noticed that Alina was not there.

Cass:Where is Alina?

The animatronics stopped shaking the tree and everyone saw Alina walking up to the house.

Olga:Come down! You're going to fall!

Katya:Alina is unrecognizable.

Later, Alina got to the house and opened the door. Then she turned to the guys.

Alina:Guys! There's no one here! But I think it's worth getting up, since it's night!

When the heroes ascended, they were surprised that there was only one room in one house.

Krash:There's only one living here.

Carlin:Yes, it means either a forester or a guard. Although there is nothing related here.

Bonnie:I wonder if there's something to eat? (Opens the pots with a Chica) What the? Why not?

Squidward:And you just need to eat.

Freddy:And you don't get into other people's conversations.

Squidward:And you don't tell me, do you understand?

Foxy:And you don't take the "understood", do you understand?

Alina:Calm down, guys, we'll just rest and hit the road.

Sandy:That's right, the girl is adequate.

Krash and Chiko noticed a poster on the wall with a picture of a black bear.

Krash:Isn't that a Honey Badger?

Chiko:(Adjusted his glasses) I don't know, we need to check it out.

The two went up the stairs and were shocked to see the Honey Badger in the poster.

Krash:This is... (The ladder starts to tilt)

Alina:(Scared) Krash! Chiko! Caution!

Two round animals immediately jumped out of the stairs and she fell onto the table, scattering objects on the floor, including a poster. The others came up to Krash and Chiko.

Olga:How you scared us.

Wally:Are you hurt?

Tom and Jerry looked at the poster with the Honey Badger and realized that they were not the only ones looking for it.

Alina:We need to clean up here, otherwise people will open up.

After cleaning, it was night and everyone was lying on the hay covered with a blanket (They were in their usual clothes). Kristina was spinning and only at the end decided to open her eyes.

Christina:(In a whisper) Is it just me, or does Alina really talk to the characters more than she does to us? Yeah... That's for sure for me. (Villages) And no one can even hear me. (Just talking) Of course it is, isn't it?

Alina:Okay, what do you suggest?

Christina:God who surrounds me. You're friends with us, aren't you? So we're working together. (To the others) Get up! (Everyone is awake) In general, so. The characters may have similar activities, it could work as a team. For how to name only characters from one fandom, it's worth saying how in the title.

Christina:As for the classes, we'll discuss them later.

Katya:I wonder what about the question what are you going to do?

Characters:Yes, that's it.

Christina:Well, you're all like Alina. The same thing. What if there's a fight tomorrow and I'm tired? (She lies down and falls asleep)

Squidward:* Snorts* Teens.

Everyone went to bed, but at first they just looked and immediately fell asleep. But suddenly someone's huge shadow covered the window, forcing them to wake up. The door opened and 10 silhouettes appeared. They were a grizzly bear, a one-horned deer, three people, two cats, two aliens and wolf.

Katya:Oh, my God.

Alina:This is...

She-wolf (Female):Who are you? What made you live with us?

Alina:Excuse me, please, we are looking for a Honey Badger. He took everything from us.

The wolf:How do you know that?

Grizzly Bear:Wait, let's turn on the lights. Otherwise we'll talk stupidly in the dark. (He snapped his fingers and the fireflies lit up) Like that.

The characters were surprised to see other characters.

Alina:I know you.

Kuzko:Really? From where?

Alina:I watched and played about you. Even as a child.

Melina:Now it's clear how she knows about us.

Wonder:That's right. They know us. (Auggie pointed out himself and Jack as a hint as to whether Alina knows them)

Alina:And you too.

Lula:How do you know?

Alla:Before I say it, my name is Alla. I knew him before that. (The characters are surprised)

Spongebob:Before us?

Alina:I probably don't even know. (To the Alley) Will you please tell us about him?

Alla:With pleasure. Everyone should be aware of him. (The heroes calmly sat down and listened attentively) Listen.

Background

You can see the forest where Alla, who was 3 years old and learned to hunt evil animals with her father.

Alla:When I was young, I went with my father to train in my native home, the forest steppe. At one point, I saw a Honey Badger. He was terribly rude and cruel to the whole world. My father said I shouldn't approach him.

Alla was 14 years old and was walking together with friends Jonath lynx and fox Alicia.

Alla:When I was 14 and walking with Friends, I saw the Honey Badger again. He and the other black beasts said they would go against the world. I felt it wouldn't end well. I reported this to my father and he told the king about it.

The animals began to prepare against the Honey Badger. They guarded day and night. Later, when Alla was 18 and married to Ben (Cream-black), she walked with him on the mountain.

Alla:When I was 18 and married to Ben, I was walking on the mountain. I made sure there were no problems. But... They came. Ben and I noticed the army and immediately ran to call the guards.

After the couple called the pack, the fight began. It lasted all night.

Alla:And the moment I wanted to kill him, thank God I wasn't hurt. My father protected me, but he died... left a Honey Badger with a scar on his face. After that, the army left. But I knew it would continue.

Currently.

The heroes were shocked to hear the backstory of Alla and the Honey Badger.

Alla:But my father lives in my heart, but that's another story.

Alina:What a story.

Daisy:It couldn't be scarier.

Krash:Now it's clear why he's like this and where the scar came from.

Haoyu:And why hasn't he been stopped yet?

Alla:He was feared along with the army.

Sylvia:And if I had seen it again, I would have shown it. (She hit the poster with the image of the Honey Badger, making it look like it was killed)

Alla:But fortunately, we are looking for him. But not only us, the others are still catching up.

Alina:Of course, this means your house and you are looking for it together. We are with you.

Alla:Fine. We're going to get the others now.

Kronk:Oh, it's great to have a whole team.

Alina:And we are the "Friendship of the Whole World" team and there's even a motto...

Heroes:Together, stronger, hurray!

Elliot (The Deer):Wow, that's the motto.

Boog(Grizzly bear):I understood what it means when you are together, you are a force and at the end of the victory shout "hooray".

Alina:(Nods) Yes.

Alla: Well, we have to go. Follow me.

The heroes followed Alla, which leads to the direction where the others are.

To be continued...

[things-that-altered-my-brain]

TRACKING MY EYES

(LIST OF MOVIES SERIES BOOKS AND WEBCOMICS I HAVE SEEN READ and want to remember(rating out of 10) (incomplete rn)

( E-english, H-hindi, K-korean)

MOVIES

Animated-

nimona (10)

TANGLED

the Mitchells v/s the machines

spirit untamed

frozen 1

next gen (8)

the willoughbys

over the moon

wreck it Ralph 1 and 2

encanto

frozen 2 (6)

Hindi

barfi (10)

chor nikal ke bhaga (10)

Darlings

ek main aur ek tuu

ek vivah aisa bhi

forensic

hasee to phasee

Lootera

om shanti om

Qala

queen

Uri

7 khoon maaf (9)

dear zindagi

dil chahta hai

dil dhadkne do

Wake up Sid

doctor G (8)

kal ho na ho

zindagi na milegi Dobara

gori tere pyaar m (7)

kuch kuch hota hai

kabhi khushi kabhi gham

plan A plan B

Tamasha

OMG (oh my god) (6)

Ye Jawani Hai deewani

fitoor (5)

I hate luv stories

kabhi alvida naa kehna

dilwale 2015

jaane tu ya jaane na

dil se (3)

hum sath sath hai (no ratings for these lol)

happy new year

hum apke hai kaun

sooryavansham

english

good will hunting

BARBIE

Half of it

fundamentals of caring

edge of seventeen

red white and royal blue

the baby sitter killer queen

crazy rich asians

Enola holmes 1 n 2

knives out 1 n 2

confessions of a shopaholic

the intern

love at first sight

korean

tune in for love

love and leashes

kill boksoon

SERIES

lockwood n co

looking for alaska

heartstopper

Carmen San Diego

extraordinary attorney woo

blue birthday

run on

celebrity

true beauty

see you in my 19th life

our beloved summer

my ID is Gangnam beauty

because this is my first life

business proporsal

nevertheless

masaba masaba

my demon

destined with you

vincenzo

reborn rich

start up

Heeramandi

its okay not to be okay (goingon)

gilmore girls (going on)

BOOKS

the unhoneymooners- Christina Lauren

nothing lasts forever- Sidney Sheldon

Since You've Been Gone by Morgan Matson

turtles all the way down- john green

to all the boys I've loved before (book 2 and 3 specially)

One of us is lying- Karen McManus

One of us is next (sequel)

Mr. Penumbra’s 24-hour bookstore- robin sloan

tbr-

one of us is back (triology)

lockwood and co

PLAYS

mujhe amritaa chahiye (yogesh tripathi)

WEBCOMICS

the omniscient reader

i love yoo

the greatest estate developer

get schooled

operation true love

seasons of blossom

morgana and oz

reunion

to tame a fire

muse on fame

maybe meant to be

wished you were dead

lost in translation

lets get divorced

the fox club

raven saga

bad signs

daytime star

completed

secretary out of order

see you in my 19th life

take me im yours

your letter

til debt do us part

our beloved summer

unholy blood

sweet home

long after the ending

the make up remover

age matters

a chance at last

gourment hound

the nuna at our office

cherry blossoms

my boo

her bucket list

super secret

oh!holy

mom, im sorry

lilac 200%

scorching romance

garden club detective squad

the hip guy

kind of love

unTouchable

witch hunt

cinnamonroll